#i mean it when i say our relationship is fucked beyond repair

[thyhonesteheorte]

lowk wtf is wrong with my dad 😭

[fangswbenefits]

Broken

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You wonder if Miguel is broken beyond repair, because he surely believes that.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Angst + hurt/comfort (some fluff)

To say you were pissed off would be the understatement of the year. There was only so much a single person could withstand when it came to this.

You kept shoving your belongings hurriedly inside your backpack, determined to leave his place before crossing paths.

It would be better this way. For everyone involved.

That was until you caught sight of flashes of electric red outside the bedroom window.

“For fuck’s sake…”

You took pride in being fast, but Miguel O’Hara was faster and far more relentless, and before you could react, he was standing tall beside you. “Hey.”

Your spine snapped straight like a whip and you glared at him. Unmasked and unmoving. There was guilt written on all over his face, which fueled your anger even more, because now you knew you were justified in your feelings.

“Bye,” you said, slinging the backpack over your shoulder and heading towards the open window ready to take a dive into the cool air of Nueva York.

“We should talk,” he called from behind you.

“Nah, we’re done.”

“Let’s talk.”

You turned back around, walking straight into his chest.

“I’m done with you,” you said with an indignant growl.

“You’re not being reasonable,” he said.

“Reasonable?!” you hissed. “You let our personal relationship get in between work! You dismissed my perfectly adequate advice during that mission, because I’m just some toy to you or whatever.”

He held up a finger. “Now, see, that’s the issue. You keep misunderstanding things.”

“Okay,” you huffed, reining in your temper as you planted your fists on your hips. “Tell me why you ignored my advice — no, tell me why you always do this. I’ve been here for years and any new recruit has more of a say than I do! Is that because we’re fucking, huh?”

You hadn't bothered to keep you voice down, which you knew was a sure way to get on his nerves, but you couldn’t care less.

But evidently Miguel did care. “Can you calm down so we can talk?”

“You don’t take me seriously,” your went on. “I mean, what is this? I don’t know what to do with whatever it is we have — had,” you promptly corrected yourself. “We screw around, I then try to prove myself on the field, and you shut me down like I’m a nuisance.”

You were about to turn to leave through the window when he held it one hand to you, causing you to roll your eyes and folding your arms. “You’re not sweet-talking your way out of this.”

“That's alright, then.”

Miguel’s hand fell to his side, and he just stood there in silence, eyes boring into yours.

You scowled at him. “Well?” you demanded. “Go on. Why so quiet now?”

“I know you’re upset with me,” he said, face hardening.

“Nice observation skills.”

“I shouldn’t have been that harsh,” he sighed.

You scoffed. “It keeps happening, so it’s a habit by now. We’re both old enough to know fully well how to separate personal from professional, right?”

“I do, but you don’t,” he said simply. “You need to understand my position here. It’s a great deal of responsibility, and you can’t expect to be favoured just because we got involved.”

“Excuse me? I never expected favouritism.”

“But it sure looks like it. Look,” he exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “In here, you have my attention, but out there I need to have yours. For the sake of each mission.”

Your stomach flipped at his words. “Attention? What attention, Miguel? Aren’t we just fuck buddies? Wasn’t that the understanding?”

His shoulders slumped. “Initially, yes. And I could stand here and blame it on you, but it’s entirely my fault.”

“Now, why would I be blamed? And for what?” you asked impatiently. There was this unshakeable feeling creeping in on you telling you he was merely speaking in riddles with the sole intent of being purposefully vague. “Are we just going to throw blame at—”

“Because you have feelings for me!” Miguel’s temper finally exploded.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, but no sound came out.

An empty silence weaved around you, filled only with the beeping sound of Miguel’s watch which he promptly silenced.

He had made it abundantly clear that your relationship was purely built on the principle of mutual pleasure. You both had needs, and it was a very straightforward ‘you scratch my back, I scratch yours’ type of deal — albeit concerning different body parts.

Miguel broke the deafening silence first. “Trust me, it was against my better judgment.”

“Why didn’t you stop, then?”

There was no point in denying the feelings you harboured for him. There was only so much intimacy one could experience with someone else before other thoughts crept through your mind.

But what really made your heart clench was that mownyou knew that he knew, and it made things worse. So much worse.

Miguel took a long and deep breath. “Because by the time I realised how you felt, I found myself enjoying your company more than I had anticipated.”

“What does that even mean?”

“I should have stopped it,” he went on. “I don’t like dealing with attachments. Those lead to liabilities.”

Well, you’d sworn to yourself not to cry because of this. But the lump was in your throat and your eyes stung, and when you spoke your voice had turned into a whisper. "You should have told me," you said through clenched teeth.

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t want to put that pressure on you!” you exploded, feeling your eyes water. “I knew it was one-sided, so what would be the point? But knowing that you now know just makes me feel so…”

Miguel paced to his bed, taking a seat by the edge. “This is why I said it’s my fault. I can’t have this in my life.”

Your eyes widened. “Have what?”

“This!” he grunted, motioning with both hands to the two of you. “This is what I do. I get involved and fuck things up.”

“You can’t control how others feel about you,” you said as you brushed a teardrop with the back of your hand. “All I want is your respect.”

“You have it.”

“Then show it! Your words mean nothing if you don’t act accordingly.”

Miguel let out an exasperated sigh. “You want what I can never give you.”

“Respect?”

He shook his head. “Love.”

The word carved into you like a dagger and not because it was a lie, but because it was painfully true.

“Why do you think I fell for you? The sex? Sure, it’s great or whatever,” you said, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. “No, Miguel. You showed me a side of you that you show no one else. You made me feel special.”

He seemed taken aback, but said nothing.

“Everyone here thinks you’re cold and distant and some vessel of righteousness,” you went on, feeling a couple of droplets stream down your face and leaving a damp trail behind. “You want everyone to think that, but you are not that person.”

Miguel scoffed, breaking eye contact with you. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“Oh, but I do,” you take a few steps closer to him, wanting him to stare back at you again. “It won’t kill you to feel something other than anger and resentment, you know? We’re humans. It’s in our nature to bond with others—”

“But we’re not really regular humans, are we?” he scowled deeply, crimson eyes narrowing at you. “I haven’t been with anyone since…” his voice faltered, hands gripping his thighs tightly. “I’m too broken.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

You saw something twist his features. Miguel didn’t like being challenged. He was so terrible at handling his emotions, that anything that he couldn’t control he grew to resent.

“I wanted you to hate me,” he said abruptly. “During missions… just like what happened today.”

“What? Why?”

“Because making you hate me felt easier than me not having feelings for you.”

There it was.

That sentence alone was enough to have your lips quiver shut, heart thumping loudly and head feeling dizzy.

“You’re an idiot,” you managed to say after a while.

“What?”

The sudden flare of rage nearly consumed you. “How could you even think that? How broken are you to convince yourself that you’re not worthy of having normal feelings for someone else?”

“Because I can’t afford it,” he explained as he rose to his feet. “The moment I give into my feelings for you, you become a liability.”

You shrunk away, feeling suddenly really tiny. “I think us getting involved was a mistake.”

He looked at you, surprised. “You’re just saying that because you know this isn’t going anywhere.”

“No, I'm saying it because I feel guilty,” you murmured, hugging yourself for comfort. “I will never understand what you’ve been through. I won’t pretend I ever will,” you paused momentarily, pondering your next words. “But I feel selfish for wanting more.”

“I'm a selfish kind of man, too,” he remarked evenly.

You nodded.

He took a step towards you and you took one back, bumping unexpectedly into the wall. Miguel seemed caught off guard by your reaction and froze, hands held up. "I’m not going to ask you to continue this.”

“It’s better that we don’t,” you whispered unconvincingly. “I’ll get over you.”

“Yes,” he said with a shrug, reaching out to touch a hand to your cheek. “I totally agree.”

You nearly melted into a puddle at his touch. It was like a punch to the stomach, knowing that he could so easily get under your skin.

“I don’t know how to fix this.”

You swallowed hard. “You don’t have to. I don’t want you to feel forced to be with me.”

“Too late for that.”

Your eyes zeroed in on his and he froze under the ferocity of your glare. “It’s fucking sad, Miguel. That it took things getting out of control for us to have an honest conversation.”

“I agree,” he said. “But maybe it was necessary.”

He was now stroking your cheek, and as much as you wanted to flinch away from his touch, he had somehow managed to melt your insides.

He leaned closer and you snapped your face away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of submitting.

His lips were near your ear. “Do you want to part ways?”

Your jaw clenched.

“I’ll respect your decision.”

You screwed your eyes shut, blocking him out and seeking clarity. “What if I think we should give it a try?”

“Then we must set boundaries,” he said, breath fanning your ear. “You’re an amazing spider-woman.”

You gave him a cynical snort.

“And I think we shouldn’t be paired in further missions unless strictly necessary. At least until we figure this out.

You shared the sentiment, but also craved reassurance. “But you need to let me in, Miguel. I can give you space whenever you need it, but you can’t keep building these walls around you,” you took a deep sigh. “You don’t have to with me.”

His hands were moving down your sides, and you let your backpack slide down one arm, falling to the ground. He came to rest his chin on the top of your head.

“I know.”

Having him this close to you never failed to make your heart flutter.

“I’m sorry,” he said, bringing both arms to cradle your face, pulling you into his chest. “I don’t deserve you.”

Somehow, that confession brought a faint smile to your lips. “No, you don’t.”

“Was that a smile?”

“No,” you huffed in annoyance.

“I think that was a smile.”

“Stop it. You sound as obnoxious as Lyla,” you mumbled.

“Well, I did program her,” he said, hands caressing the back of your head adoringly. “Are you calling me obnoxious?”

“Maybe.”

“Ouch,” he feigned pain in his voice.

Your stubbornness crumbled at once and you finally wrapped your arms around him.

“How could you ever think your feelings were one-sided?” he whispered, lulling you in his arms. “Silly, silly spider.”

Masterlist

[nottragic-stilltoothsome]

"Revange, please"

Summary: Although their relationship progressed lightyears past the fling that it started as, Astarion loves to be petty almost as much as he loves his new partner.

Ship: Astarion x Fem!Tav

Category: Short fluff with some (hopefuly funny) banter

Warnings: Mention of past abuse, mention of sex

With the blessing from Dolly Dolly Dolly, they could finaly revert to walking in a relaxed group, with considerable breathing room between them, instead of how they traveled from the Underdark to the Last Light's Inn - like prey animals, almost like sewn together, to make sure no one was left in the cursed darkness.

Astarion and Tav could finaly fall considerably behide.

Tav has silently hoped she would get a moment alone with her lover. She had something she wanted to talk to him about, preferably out of other's earshot. Privacy during their adventure was particularly hard to come by.

"So", she began, trying to sound nonchalantly (or at least unrehearsed). "I was thinking about our conversation from last night, about not sleeping together".

Astarion was careful not to let his face drop.

He was so naive to let himself actually belive her words yesterday. Words, that she was aparently already going back on.

He looked past many, many years of experience and genuinely trusted that she meant what she said. That she cared for more than... that. More than what everyone else always wanted from him. That she cared for him, for the person he was.

He should have known better, he should have predicted this and never made a fool of himself by telling her about all of those pathetic feelings.

He looked back at her. Her eyes hopeful, cheeks slightly flushed, as if she was embarrassed.

It was him who should be embarrassed. He was, in fact. He had to try to salvage the situation, somehow.

"Yes, my love?", he asked, but the pet name felt flat on his toungue now. He got used to meaning it. How could he mean it now? When he knew what she truly wanted, just like everybody else? "Are you getting impatient? One night of waiting was more than enough", he purred.

Tav looked at him like he was crazy.

"That's actually not what I wanted to talk about at all. It's slightly concerning that you would think that". She blinked, banishing the thought, as if making mental note to deal with that later.

Astarion looked at half-drow, expectantly.

He couldnt deny the instant, heartwarming relief that filled him to the brim.

Still, the Vampire remained cautious, unsure of her intentions.

She hesitated.

"It felt lonely, without you, last night. I was wondering, if...", Tav avoided his eyes. "If you wanted to, of course. I wanted to know..."

She could cause others psychic demage by mocking them and talk their enemies to give up without fight, but now of all times, she found herself at loss for words.

Apparently fed up with her own innability to speak, she cleared her throat and blurted out:

"If you would want to come my tent tonight. Not for sex", she clarified.

Astarion raised an eyebrow.

"What for?" He asked.

"For... Affection?"

She finaly met his gaze, in all seriousness, as if asking in a matter-of-fact tone would cause her case to be any less corny.

Tav awaited his answer.

Clearly, she was somewhat afraid he would burst out laughing, demaging her pride beyond repair.

And, of course, Astarion would not disapoint.

His laugh (albeit, unbeknownst to Tav, comming from a place of relief rather than amusement) temporarily alerted the others, which caused her cheeks to burn hotter than Karlach's engine.

"Okay, fine, fuck you, too", she wasnt really mad, but she much preferred to growl at him than to hide her face in her palms, which she saw as her only other avaible reaction.

"No, no!" Astarion rushed to say, with a sinister scheme already forming in his mind. He stopped and faced her. "I will consider it".

Tav raised her eyebrows. Vampire's grin was not a good sign for her.

"If you say please"

Tav chuckled, with a hefty dose of disbelief. She wasn't sure if he was serious.

And couldnt help but smile a little, at his audicity.

Astarion didn't elaborate, standing his ground, so she said:

"Oh, I get it. It's a revange. For the party after we saved the Grove" She made him say please then. "Begging for cuddles is much more humiliating than asking for sex" Tav complained. "The latter you can blame at a kink at least. Or flirting".

"Please, do explain to me more how I'm comming up a winner. And do stall, I'd love an audience" with his chin Astarion gestured at the group ahead, who seemed to develop an interest in the couple and why did they stop.

"Fine", Tav hissed, her entire face burning with shame. She crossed her arms on her chest and looked into his eyes, as she finaly spat out a hateful: "Please".

"I'd be happy to", the Vampire said sweetly after a prolonged pause, when he delighted in the silence left between them after her plead.

"I'm honored" Tav said, sarcasm dripping from each syllable, but she was already dropping her feigned annoyance and letting it turn into a genuine smile.

Astarion looked pretty happy, too, and not only in a sadistic way that took pleasure into seeing her all frustrated.

"Hey, Soldier!" They heard Karlach from up ahead. "You guys comming?"

Astarion and Tav caught up with the rest of the group, making their way to the camp, motivated by their plans for the night.

[unhingedoveractivemuse]

Title: What He Wants

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Notes: Flufftober Day 17 Only One Bed

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“So…” he says slowly, taking in the sight in front of him.

Buck grimaces, staring at the absolute mess that is Eddie’s house. ”I think a pipe burst.”

”You think?”

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It wasn’t a pipe.

It was three.

Eddie was not going home anytime soon, considering the repairs that would have to be done and the water damage that the house had sustained.

Dios, he’s going to have to deal with the fucking insurance.

At least he has Buck.

Buck, who he is going to live with for the time being.

And who still does not own a couch.

(Well, there's a loveseat, but there's no way Eddie can sleep on that.)

“Are you sure about this?” the blonde asks for the nth time since they’ve gotten Eddie settled in. Once it hit him that there was only one bed and no alternative options for sleeping, Buck became unsure about the whole arrangement.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Eddie parries, setting his phone down on the bedside table, and moves to change.

“I mean, I’m…you know. Bi.”

”So? Unless you’ve already found some new guy to date, I don’t see a problem with sharing a bed.”

His best friend blinks at him like he’s trying to comprehend how Eddie’s so okay about this, and Eddie gets it. Some people wouldn’t feel okay with sleeping in the same bed with their best friend who happens to be into their gender.

But it’s Buck. His best friend and partner who he trusts above all others.

Eddie would have had second guesses if Buck was still with Tommy, but Buck had broken it off with the pilot after some information about his ex that Gerrard (of all people) dropped and a subsequent steep decline in that relationship.

So, since they’re both single, Eddie doesn’t see a problem.

Actually…

”It will be a problem if you’re going to sleep in your slacks and polo, though. Heck, I might have to reconsider our entire friendship because no sane person will sleep in that.”

And that draws a laugh from Buck, the blonde’s frame relaxing as he realizes that Eddie really is okay with sharing the bed.

”Well then, how about I go change and we pull something up to watch on YouTube?”

”Sounds like a plan.”

And thus, something new between them buds beyond their knowledge.

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The thing is, he really missed Buck when the blonde had been focusing on his relationship with Tommy. He never quite noticed how the sunny presence had become an essential part of his life, only realizing when it wasn’t there as often.

(He’d never admit it to anyone, but he’s pretty sure he was jealous of Tommy taking up so much of Buck’s attention when it was his first.)

So now that they’re living together, he basks in his best friend’s presence.

It’s easier to laugh with Buck around, easier to smile, and easier to be himself without the burden of being a father, a firefighter, or a significant other.

They spend their time together doing everything and anything. They catch up on documentaries that Buck didn’t watch (Tommy was never interested apparently, which is ridiculous) with beers in hand and lounging on the bed. They cope with Christopher’s absence. Buck makes them breakfast in bed because he’s always going to be the early riser of the two of them. They sit together in bed as Eddie watches Buck go through Duolingo to brush up on his Spanish. They go out hiking, biking, and whatever other activity Buck thinks of.

Even when they’re not together, they’re together, texting constantly no matter what they’re doing or who they’re with.

He can't help but want to keep this because it’s been bliss despite the hole in his heart reserved for his son.

If someone had told him that he’d feel like this when Christopher walked out of their home to head to El Paso, Eddie would have laughed in their face. But when faced with reality, he can admit it's true.

The ache is less. He feels less lonely. He looks forward to going home to the loft.

And what a tornado of feelings did that thought bring up.

It’s not like Eddie never thought of Buck as part of his family or that the blonde’s presence in the bungalow makes it even homier. He’s just never really thought of it outside the context of the bungalow.

Now, he’s coming to realize that home is the people. Christopher is home, which is why Eddie was always reluctant to go back to the empty bungalow.

And Buck is home. It doesn’t matter where they’re living. As long as Buck is with him, as long as he’s going back to Buck, that place is home.

It’s with that revelation that he and Buck start looking into fixing up the bungalow. The professionals have already gone in and replaced all the pipes that needed to be replaced and the wall that had to be taken down was almost repaired.

Now it's up to them.

They're sitting side by side on the bed again, pressed together shoulder to hip, legs outstretched, browsing through an online catalog for a hardware store.

“Okay, so the flooring should be easy between the two of us. We should have that done…three days or so after the wall is done,” Buck says. “What we need to decide is what flooring we're going with. So-”

Eddie listens as Buck rattles off information about different kinds of flooring and the pros and cons of them. Carpet versus floorboard versus tile. Light versus dark. Mopping versus vacuuming. Furniture consideration.

It's nice, he thinks, relaxing against his best friend. Buck's voice always did something to him and it does again without fail.

“So, what do you think?”

“Floorboard. That way Christopher can't complain when I turn on the vacuum. And something lighter so I'll be motivated to clean.”

He's good with keeping things clean in general. Kinda have to with a kid around, but, apart from making sure the pathways are clear, cleaning the floor has never been something he particularly enjoys.

He doesn't have to see it to know Buck’s rolling his eyes. “I'll do it for you. Go with a dark color. Gives it a more sophisticated, cozy feel.”

And that-

Buck just casually saying he'll do Eddie's chores and giving input as to how the house should look…

It's doing things to Eddie's heart.

“I don't know,” he says past the loud beating of his heart. “I was thinking about getting a darker couch. Wouldn't that clash?”

He startles when Buck jerks, turning around to look at Eddie in betrayal. “Wait. You're getting rid of the couch?!”

“Uh, yeah. It got soaked too, remember?”

“I liked that couch though!”

“It was already molding when I let the workers in yesterday.”

“Maybe someone can get it out?”

“I might as well buy a new one. It was already second hand anyway.”

“Can I have it then? That way I can get rid of the loveseat.”

Eddie snorts. “You want my old, moldy couch rather than your fancy, leather loveseat?”

“I'm not attached to it. I just got it because Natalia liked it. I much rather your couch. At the very least we can sit on it comfortably.”

“You are not moving a moldy couch into the loft.”

“But-”

“No.”

Buck pouts, which should not look so adorable on an adult male, but is.

“We can go furniture shopping,” he suggests. “You can pick out my couch and yours.”

“You'd let me do that?!”

Eddie smiles at the bright happiness exuding off of his best friend at the simple but meaningful gesture. “Of course.”

“What are we waiting for then? The store isn't closed yet!”

He laughs even as Buck drags him out of bed, a warm feeling filling every nook and cranny of his body.

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They get to the furniture store an hour before they close. It's late enough that there isn't anyone else, but also late enough that the salesperson looks absolutely devastated that there are customers.

Buck waves the man off though, reassuring him that they've got it, and proceeds to act like a kid in the candy shop, dragging a willing Eddie along.

“Eddie, come on, try this one!”

“Oh, that one looks nice.”

“I don't know about leather.”

“The universe is telling you to get a light colored couch, I swear.”

“It's so comfy. I could sleep on it all day.”

Any other day, Eddie is content to just listen to Buck's rambles, only humming at the right spots and occasionally letting his opinions known.

This time, he stops Buck completely.

“How about you don't pick a couch for the loft?” he blurts out the suggestion, stopping in his tracks as Buck starts making a beeline towards a maroon couch. "And don't pick my couch based on how good it is to sleep on. You won't need it to sleep on."

His best friend stops, turning frantic, wide, blue eyes on him. “What-”

“Move in with me.”

It's an idea that's been swimming in his mind since he came to realize that Buck is home too, and, the more he thinks about it, the more he's sure there's more to those thoughts and feelings.

It wasn't easy to accept the idea even as he finally and hesitantly placed a label on it, his want waging war against his upbringing.

But isn't that what he's striving for? Figuring out what he wants and learning to accept them?

And maybe it speaks a lot to the depth of his true feelings that they were easy to accept once he got past that hurdle. Once he allowed himself to think about what he wants and not what anyone else will think, the answer came easily.

It's Buck.

He wants Buck. He wants Buck to stay. He wants to be partners in everything with Buck.

Heck, Buck has already filled in that space by his side that he's been trying to fill for years.

He just needs to make sure Buck would even reciprocate his feelings and make it official.

“You see me,” he tells his best friend. “You see me and accept me. These last few weeks…I could finally feel like myself. Not a father. Not a firefighter. Not a boyfriend trying to impress their girlfriend. For the first time in forever, I felt like me.”

“Did you just quote Tangled?”

“Maybe I did, but it's not a fairy tale. It's true. It's the truth and it's with that truth that I can finally admit some things.”

“What things?” Buck asks barely above a whisper, something akin to hope in his eyes.

“I want you to shop for a couch for us. I want you to pick the flooring for us. I want you to pick the decorations, the shelves, the coffee table, and everything for us.”

Eddie takes a tentative step forward, within arms reach. “I want you to pick me.”

Buck gulps, stepping forward and closing the rest of the space between them. “D-do I have to pick a bed?”

“No. It didn't get flooded. But if you do want to get a new one, you can. Just make sure it fits both of us.”

He sees the moment Eddie's meaning really sinks into Buck’s mind, so it doesn't surprise him when Buck reaches and takes his hand.

“So you mean…please mean what I think you mean, Eds.”

“I mean I'm pretty sure-” Oh, why was he still denying it in any shape or form? “-actually, I am sure that I love you.”

The smile that draws out of Buck is so bright that even the sun can't rival it. “I love you too. Gosh, Eddie, I love you so much. I wanna kiss you so badly.”

“I'm open to that.”

“We’re in the middle of a furniture store!”

“So?”

Maybe a younger Eddie would have been appalled by the idea of kissing here, but he wants to be a new Eddie. He wants to be honest with himself and be the best version of himself he can be for his partner. He wants to embrace “carpe diem”, seizing the present and what he wants.

They aren't promised tomorrow after all.

So if he presses his lips to plush, pink ones in the middle of a furniture store?

Well, it's what he wants.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Tbh, the more I think about how much Gabe knows, the less fucked up his final request sounds.

Because from his perspective, he's just saying "Yo, superhero who has NO previous relationship with my son and does not understand the full extent of our weird, inconsistent, and abusive relationship, would you please not be the one who tells him I was a fuckwad? That probably shouldn't come from you." Especially when a resentful Nathalie is RIGHT THERE!

Like, do I think his intention was for Nathalie to tell Adrien everything? No. The intention was fully to preserve his own image.

But he's also not out here asking Ladybug to get very involved beyond the initial lie. He's not expecting her to like, keep him from discovering the inner sanctum in his house or micromanage what the other people in Adrien's life tell him, because what unconnected superhero does that?

Like, in a hypothetical where Ladybug has about as much connection to Adrien as, like, Socqueline or Mirielle, and she wasn't lying to Chat, I think we'd be a lot less bent out of shape about her not wanting to break the illusion that Gabe had Adrien's best intentions at heart.

Yeah I think with proper setup and execution it could be done in a way that makes sense.

....

Wow that sounds worse than I mean it lmao.

But what I mean is like

Have setup showing us more of Gabriel being a good and loving father. Not perfect ofc, but more of those rare moments in Season 1-3 where he'd show affection and care for Adrien as a person, as his son.

Doubly so if we get more flashbacks to the 'happy famiily' when Emilie was alive. Where Gabe was an even better father, Emilie was an oh-so-loving mother and Adrien was happy.

It both gives us proof that Gabriel can be a genuinely god father and also a reason why he's so desperate to bring Emilie back. He thinks he can't be that person without her.

Now we get to the death and everything: Have him genuinely realize how far he's fallen. Everything he's fucked up beyond repair.

Have him asking Ladybug to protect Adrien be less 'lie to him so he never knows' and more 'help him understand that the good person I was before is the real me that I want him to remember, not the monster my grief turned me into'.

[vixlenxe]

I have a trait I've rediscovered for Tiffanie, & it's 'takes all her faults super seriously'. Which is present for basically every stage of her life. She just takes every wrong she's ever done very seriously, & quickly assumes she will get the worst result of out it, because she's beyond redemption. First she believes that, because she's already at fault for the crime of existing, so another crime she commits won't be treated as easily. Next she believes that, as someone who finally built herself up into something can't be allowed to fall off that latter; as if Ivy didn't do the same & also made/makes massive fuck up that are forgiven with some time & effort.

If nothing less reminded me of this, it's the whole thing with Thanrced. Like, she said a bad thing, yes, but then really went 'whelp there's no hope now, I've said something terrible, made him uncomfortable around me & that discomfort will drive a rift in our family which I was trying to avoid in the first place. Our if relationship can not be repaired, I am ready to leave that family for his sake. He deserves them more, & this whole thing is my fault to begin with, I will own what I've done & give him the better life he deserves.'

Like honey, if that ain't the biggest jump & overcorrect ever. She said a bad thing at a moment where she was in a pretty vulnerable position, while her head had clearly not been in the game like 2 minutes in, that she didn't even fully mean. For all their history, shared experiences, & if they just talk to each other & say what they really think of each other, I doubt this dude really gonna kick their whole entire relationship off a cliff. Especially when it can be rebuilt.

The point is, my girl really just slams the whole weight of her wrong doings onto herself, & i wish Tiff would calm the fuck down a bit.

[tfdtreasurer]

im a pitch erikan shipper and i find it so interesting that u like them more in the pale quadrant ... i'd love 2 hear what makes them compatible there

Pitch EriKan

I'll start this out just with a quick word on pitch EriKan because it's mentioned and introduces some concepts necessary to understand going in: I don't mind the idea of them pitch, but it'd have to be for a very specific purpose. I actually tend to think that the quadrant system and kismesissitude especially should have been reevaluated as a social system, especially with the opportunity afforded by Homestuck's whole new universe thing. That being said, I have also occasionally played around with the idea that a tumultuous kismesissitude between Kanaya and Eridan does end up breaking apart Kanaya and Rose. At least temporarily. Like a weird fucked up auspisticism that only Eridan is capable of, by throwing a spanner into the works that allows the whole thing to be repaired for its benefit. Because I'll go ahead and say it: Rose and Kanaya don't have a healthy relationship in canon, related to fundamental flaws they have as characters. Look, I'm not saying there's not the real chemistry between them, there absolutely is, but other elements of their characters give them the capacity to ruin what they have. As much as I don't really have any interest in epilogues or post canon or beyond canon or "2" or whatever brand they're establishing it as now, what I hear about what happens between them, while a kick in the teeth, I wouldn't call it out of character for either of them. Yeah it's awful that our super sympathetic and lovable Kanaya is straight-up cuckolded, but she lacks the character development in canon to stick up for herself and prevent it, as harsh as that sounds. However, I think Kanaya could've absolutely received the character development to rectify those flaws and stabilize her relationship with Rose, if Homestuck as a webcomic actually bothered to conclude its story within its own canon. And the clearest path for a troll to receive character development is through moirallegience.

Kanaya, girl...

Yes, you heard me right. Kanaya has flaws. And that's okay. Let girls be fucked up and unhealthy. That's how you tell the story of how they get less fucked up and more healthy.

A quick overview of Kanaya's flaws, as I see them: The root cause of most of them is her passivity. Kanaya's default method of retaliation is ineffective passive aggression until its too late. When she loves someone, she ends up being a chronic enabler of their worst habits. She's prone to auspisticizing for others, a quadrant she herself admits isn't emotionally fulfilling for her. She's just unable to put her foot down for most things, which ends up making her fairly doormat-ish.

Less significant as flaws, she's also kinda fussy (whatever), and... if you ask me, just a touch socially regressive in a way that only really hurts herself. It's no real fault of her own. Kanaya is very deeply associated with religious maternalism and chastity. Her ancestor is literally the Dolorosa, she lives in an ivory tower, has a chastity modus. Where it becomes a flaw is that she connects too much of her self worth to how she can be a mother and carry the matriorb. Oh yeah and there's that whole thing of her reading rainbow drinker romances about forbidden love that definitely doesn't mean anything at all. In my book, she's a classically repressed CatholicSapphic™.

In the ideal world, Eridan and Kanaya exist to improve each other, like some sort of... platonic soulmates 🤔. A key component of moirallegience is the ability of two personalities to complement each other. Pacification is only part of the equation. If Kanaya's flaws are passivity and excessive emotional selflessness, then her moirail should be able to engrain in her a level of assertiveness and selfishness. Y'know, the things that Eridan infamously has in excess, and thus would theoretically balance out in a moirallegience. There's often a stigma attached to "entitlement," especially in relation to privilege, but we also shouldn't throw the baby out with the bath water. You cannot be your own advocate without some sense of entitlement. Kanaya deserves to be entitled to some things.

Let's veer back to me calling Rose and Kanaya a bad relationship, how heretical of me. This concept of Eridan partially serving as a mechanism by which Rose and Kanaya either break up or sort their shit out is so critical to my thinking that I came up with a clever little name for the concept...

VAMPIRE, VAMPIRE

Eridan, unlike Kanaya who is a rainbowdrinker, is a vampire. Well, another form of vampire, besides the emotional kind. She is, according to the United States Military Brevity Code, a HOSTILE ANTI-SHIP MISSILE. A vampire specifically built to strike and sink the RMS Rosemary.

Suspicious Detour

I think I've said before what my favorite panels of Homestuck are from pages 3328 and 3331.

What beautiful styling, what beautiful intertextuality, what beautiful character parallel, what beautiful everything. *Chef's kiss*.

While style can make a panel your most favorite, it can't really make it your least favorite. In a webcomic of so many styles: hero mode and sprites, hussnasty, SBAHJ... the worst a style can be is forgettable. Even "bad" styling, like late comic vriska or lazy background lalorbs can only make me laugh. It can only really be the substance behind a panel that annoys you so greatly as to occupy a spot at the absolute bottom. And this is why the panel of page 6064 is my least favorite panel in homestuck.

Well since substance is my issue, lets give this panel context.

"Ah, but this is Kanaya finally learning how to say 'No.' Isn't this what you want?"

The actual context you can find by clicking the link and going back a couple pages but the jist of it is that Kanaya is mad at Rose for getting drunk, which quickly segues into expressing why she's hates it when she's drunk. I generally like Rose. A quirky, smart but hubristic dork, what's there not to love? Well in this moment I absolutely despise her. I sympathize with Kanaya in her frustration of being robbed of the personality you fell in love with, and feeling like they're not living up to any of the promises they made to you. But after all those frustrations are voiced, Rose asks the question that page 6064 answers: "Are you going to brek[sic] up with me?"

Kanaya is essentially presented with an ultimatum she can issue, without even being the one that brought it up. A simple "Maybe" would've been an implicit demand to sober up or they're through. Yet, we already know Kanaya's answer. She doesn't put her foot down. This breaks my heart. I think Kanaya should feel a little entitled to Rose's sobriety. At the very least, for the promises made to her to be kept. The real kicker is that in the retcons, Kanaya isn't even given her moment to flip this panel on its head (like she should've) by saying anything different to show some character development. That's why substance is what makes panels bad. Because if you gave me the exact same panel with Kanaya saying "YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" it'd be back among my favorites. Hell, I'd be happy with "TEMPORARILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Kanaya lacks entitlement... I'LL REMIND YOU WHO DOESN'T, THOUGH.

Eridan is a huge bitch (and that's kinda good)

See, Eridan is a pathetic little provocateur (and I wouldn't have it any other way), whose default mode of engaging with others is to W.A.H. B.A.D. (Whine, annoy, heckle, bitch, anger, demean). If there ever was any personality potent enough to goad Kanaya into active and not passive aggression through words alone, it would be her's. This behavior is mainly in service of stirring up caliginous feelings, but with Kanaya specifically it takes on a special meaning, because it is what she needs. In fact, there is already a canon example of Eridan explicitly steering Kanaya away from her passivity.

"ERIDAN: haha damn kan if thats your idea of offense bein made then i honestly gotta fuckin wworry for you...

This is Eridan essentially telling Kanaya that her passive aggressive sarcasm was so insufficient that she didn't even notice it, and she should let her teach her how to be a more direct hater. It should be noted that in this specific situation Eridan is fully aware that Kanaya means offense towards her, and Eridan's response is still that she needs to be more offensive, reinforcing the idea that she is goading her, and pushing her limits, even when she will be the target of that offense. Eridan already views most of her relationships with land dwellers as implicitly adversarial, so letting herself be the target is pretty on brand. It also paints their previous interactions in an interesting light. When Eridan "slut shames" her for being ashen quadrant promiscuous, well I don't think "how horrible" I think yeah shame her more until she gets it, she should be more entitled to a more emotionally fulfilling quadrant, auspisticizing SUCKS. When Kanaya finds herself nearly blocking Eridan, but puts up with it, I think "damn, so close." It is a weird moirallegience, one that can be easily seen as verging on pitch so closely it makes sense why you'd even call it that. But moirails being a little "mean" about their flaws is normal. Nepeta calls Equius a weirdo and a creep, which is correct and she should say it, just like Kanaya should call Eridan a fucking loser with dumb-fuck hang-ups she needs to get over. But an occasionally mean, bickering-full moirallegience is not necessarily pitch.

Another detour

Allow me a small tangent here to say that I think people have this warped, romanticized version of what kismesissitude is, instead of its toxic reality. To be clear, I'm not accusing you of this, my lovely asker, but I do feel I have to address it, before people tell me that they have a window into my mind and that I just want pitch EriKan because the nature of the moirallegience I described. Like, the popular understanding of kismesissitude is often just the kind of moirallegience I described, or of two enemies that strive to improve each other but never kill each other, but that's not really it at all. It's a mistake to look at the kismesissitudes of children largely imitating romance as being representative of reality. Instead, we should look at known adult kismesissitudes. Using the examples of Dualscar and Mindfang, as well as Spades Slick and Snowman, actual kismesissitudes are not productive or mutualistic, and seem to lead to murder and/or the brutal maiming of the other as naturally as red romance in humans lead to marriage. It sucks. These examples aren't really toxic kismesissitudes, they're kismesissitudes working as intended.

At the end of the day I can't really blame anybody for 'falling for it.' Black romance's romanticism is part of the story, and is literally in the name as a category of romance, complete with canonically overabundant media propaganda propping it up as an institution, not even to mention its officialization through mandated quadrant pailing. And of course, it's just fun to play with dynamics of rivalry but with smooches. Like I'm not heartless (spadeless?), I get it. But taking a hard serious look at the pitch quadrant, how haven't we come to the collective decision that kismesissitude is just symbolic of an abuser's manipulative normalization of toxic, destructive, creepy, dynamics with their victims? Doc Scratch's whole deal with steering Alternia's society to toughen up the troll kids for sgrub is meant to parallel all the same things Dave's Bro did to ready Dave for sburb. Why are still engaging with this creepy puppet motherfucker's institutions instead of throwing them out for being a whole crock of shit excusing his own barbarity?

So yeah abolish the quadrants yada yada and that's the main thrust of why I ship <> EriKan so strongly. God it feels good to be a hypocrite.

An Essayist's Favorite Letter: Why?

Look, any hypothetical that allows Erikan is implicitly inviting Eridan back into the narrative, which would be nice for me as an Eridan fan, but characters have to have purpose to justify their place in a story.

I don't see Eridan's part to play in the story as over yet. And I think her part is to be Kanaya's moirail. It is her justification to return, or at least one. If I were to really have my way, she'd also oppose Feferi (which btw is why I another reason I think EriKan should be pale, so that EriFef can be the one pitch (maybe (I'm actually not that sure if I like them together at all))) thus fulfilling her ironic role as Orphaner and Prince[ss] of Hope— by destroying the concepts of Maternalism in Kanaya and Paternalism in Feferi, but that's a whole other post. I can't get into it here lest this ungodly post gets any longer (edit: here's a start). And before I actually do close this out, if my answer here was a little indirect (or a lot), trust that I will always have more to say about EriKan in the future.

So uh wow, call to action because this became an essay like usual: to anybody else reading this, if you really hate Eridan and use that to say that she shouldn't be allowed back into the narrative, or that she "doesn't deserve to have a redemption arc," I'd like you to reconsider that position. Eridan is not a person. She's a character. In the language of storytelling, characters are just another sort of mechanism to communicate meaning. To constrain yourself to write without a character is like writing while denying yourself the letter V. Lipogram can certainly be technically impressive, but to be so may require denying itself its full potential. Eridan can be so much more if you simply let her be. For Kanaya especially, but for literally so many other characters too. Even if you still hate Eridan, think she can never wash herself clean of the sins that define her, or you just think she's boring, try to think of Eridan in the way she in her own 2nd person narration admits other people think of her:

But a useful one.

[healinghoneybee]

The Sensitive Woman Says Goodbye

Tw:SA, victim-blaming, second-wound

Am I a “highly sensitive person”?

or have I just been traumatized and neglected as a child (physical, emotional, sibling abuse), bullied and misunderstood and left out as a teen, sexually assaulted by an intimate partner as a young woman still in early development, not believed/dismissed and invalidated by my mother and left without support during ptsd/ depression, rejected or misled or hurt by romantic interests, stonewalled and invalidated by partners adding to the socialization of women to doubt their feelings and reactions and experience, judged and blamed for struggling with trauma symptoms by friends and those who were supposed to be supportive safe connections, oppressed by the patriarchy and societal expectations and gender roles and media and culture as a woman, fucked up by North American individualistic culture and capitalism never allowing the proper rest and time and resources and space to heal??

Honestly, who fucking knows. Pretty sure these things happened

but the person who owed me an apology for hurting me says I’m “perpetuating my own hurt” or victimizing myself or “tormenting” myself over something “beautiful” but not worth hurting over to you. so maybe none of these things happened and I’m supposed to smile and laugh and forget it and move on and look pretty and fuck boys and “take back my power” even when our relationship still was not safe because it was not based on transparent honest and informed consent of the type of relationship it was for the other person and self awareness and communication of expectations and respect for my needs and agency and choice

Honestly fuck you. I think power lies in speaking the truth. It’s not “my” story. I didn’t do these things to myself. But I deserve to have these things spoken and heard and taken seriously rather than denied. I get to define what is resilience and power and strength and vulnerability and healing.

Not you. A boy who can’t even apologize because apparently hurtful actions and behaviour is the “real you”. Who’s never faced a broken heart. You cannot tell me to take care of myself. You cannot tell me what’s hurting me or what is real.

I am not only “sensitive.” I have been impacted and that is not my fault. I am still good and worthy and strong and loveable.

Maybe I think some people are a bit too “INsensitive” and not as considerate as they say they are. Maybe I’d rather be tender because at least I am sensitive to what is hurtful, harmful, and how I want to be sensitive to how I treat and talk to others so I don’t make them feel the way I’ve felt.

If I made you feel more guilt or shame than the situation called for, if you brought something to me at least I’d be willing to apologize because I know it’s important.

I do not believe or trust you anymore. I gave you many chances at repair for friendship and a lot of generosity but ya blew it. Your defensiveness and blame deflected back onto me for reacting to the hurtful actions is a betrayal that maybe will never be repaired. You were not generous with me, so I won’t be giving my generosity or trust to you anymore. It is too late. I don’t want your response or words anymore anyway. They have lost meaning, the damage is done beyond repair. I have closed the books.

My reaction and feelings were valid. And if you cared about me, you would care about your impact.

Goodbye.

[unravellinginyourarms]

Searching For The Source

04.08.23 at 1:59am

On the night of April 6th, my friend and I were discussing the way we feel about love. We were exploring our issues and what we struggled with the most. As always, I was quite forthcoming about the fact that I need certainty. What I mean by that is I will not take a person’s romantic feelings towards me seriously if they didn’t know that they liked me soon after meeting me.

Lots of people would say that’s unreasonable, especially since most believe that love develops over time. However, I have difficulty accepting this possibility. Although, I understand what it is like for a person’s feelings to strengthen with time. I think that people notice that they like someone years after knowing that person because they view that person as a “safe option”. Meaning that this individual may be trying to convince themselves that they like this person and making them fit into this idea of what they want. I can’t help but feel like this is very insulting. I’d be inclined to ask the question “Why did it take you this long to realize that you liked me?”. At that point, I’m not convinced that you like me after all of this time, I’m convinced that you have no other options and are just projecting “feelings” onto someone, just so you can put them somewhere. I don’t think they’re authentic, I have trouble believing this. 

I’m the kind of person who requires physical attraction early on into the relationship for me to even give a shit. If I’m not attracted to you now, I never will be. Even if that person has a major glow-up, it doesn’t actually change anything for me. Every guy that I’ve ever liked, just ended up looking ugly with time. They looked worse when I stopped liking them. I wasn’t able to go back. Once my ship had sailed, it also crashed into a fucking iceberg, meaning that these feelings were beyond repair, beyond resurrection.

I told my friend that it hurts me when someone doesn’t know if they like me. I need that certainty in order to believe that you like me and could tell we had chemistry. In a way, chemistry that grows with time is no longer considered chemistry to me. That’s just familiarity making it easier for you to get along with someone. Also, how do people not feel sexual attraction for someone when they meet them, but do so later on? Then it just seems like your sexual attraction to them stems from the fact that it’s convenient for you to feel this way about the person, because you have that history / background with them. It doesn’t feel genuine to me anymore, it just feels like excuses. It feel like an attempt to turn a relationship into something it is not.

After expressing these sentiments, I began to fear that I was becoming a hypocrite. Recently, I have been thinking about exploring my feelings for my friend Shawn.

04.09.23 at 1:20pm

I’m posting this reflection now, despite the fact that I never finished what I wanted to say. I was too tired to continue so I’ll be creating another entry discussing the thoughts I’m having right now.

[royalsweetteaa]

Clever compromises

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader x Jake Jensen

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following contains: explicit smut, threesome, oral/penetrative sex (m & f receiving), spit roast, shy!reader, vanilla sex/love making, masturbation, protected + unprotected sex (Jake wraps it up but Ransom doesn’t), little degrading.

Summary: Yours and Ransom’s sex life is almost non-existent as you’re having a hard time not feeling intimidated by Ransom during sex. He turns to Jake for good advice, but Ransom thinks more than Jake’s helpful words will be needed from him.

Narrator’s POV

Ransom’s precious beemer needed a fix with the air conditioning system as it wasn’t operating the way it should be. He was thinking of calling car service to take hold of the issue, but they had apparently a large cue of people who needed their cars fixed, and weren’t willing to get an extra pay to put his car for the fix first.

That was when he called his techy buddy, Jake Jensen, who conveniently for him was now in town for the week. While Jake wasn’t a car mechanic, he was good with the electrical aspects of cars, and he took upon Ransom’s offer with an added money sum.

They knew each other from mere coincidence when Ransom was one month in private university for his try out, and he had troubles with his computer. Jake was part of the tech support team there at the time, and easily repaired his computer which impressed Ransom so much he was willing to give the guy his time of the day.

They still kept in touch even after Ransom quit university and became dependent on his parents’ wealth, because somehow Jake became the few people Ransom enjoyed having company from. While they hadn’t hung out a lot due to Jake eventually becoming a part of a team associated with the US Special Forces Unit, they still considered each other close to be talking about their personal lives.

Right now, Jake and Ransom found themselves in an abondoned car repair shop as Jake had to keep low for a while and not be under enemy radar. While Jake was bringing needed equipment from his suitcase, he decided to bring in the subject of Ransom’s love life after passing greetings and small talk about what has been up in each other’s lives.

“So, how’s your relationship with Y/N? Still together and well?”

“Yeah, I would say for the most part.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at Ransom who was paying attention to his phone. “For the most part doesn’t mean 100%. What’s not filling the part?” Jake asked curiously.

Ransom sighed and contemplated a bit if he should admit his relationship issue.

“Me and Y/N aren’t having sex beyond oral. That’s what’s not filling the part.”

Jake gave him a surprised look before he had to let a chuckle slip from his mouth. “what, she’s not satisfied with you? Is your dangle too small for her?” He had to tease.

“No, it isn’t. It’s quite the opposite actually — she’s scared I might hurt her or something. Like whenever I pull my dick out after prepping and some foreplay, she offers me a blowjob instead. She full on refuses me to fuck her. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my dick inside of her before and she wasn’t a virgin, but that was months ago. Almost in the beginning of our relationship.” Ransom explained with clear frustration. “I can’t even come up with what I possibly could have done to make her constantly reject me. Do you have any idea?”

Jake shrugged as he loosened some wires. “I don’t know man, maybe you’re being too rough with her? What kind of sex are you having? Full BDSM shit or..?” Jake waited for Ransom to fill his sentence with an answer.

“No, none of that…at least I wouldn’t classify it as that but…— you know, I’ll maybe occasionally refer to myself as ‘daddy’ and pin her arms over her head while I suck her tits and bite her nipples, - you know, hold her in place so I can do my thing to make her feel good. —” Jake got flustered and let out a sharp breath as Ransom went on about the details. “— Every woman I’ve been with in the past has loved it but Y/N becomes scared and tells me she isn’t in the mood anymore. And then she doesn’t want to tell me what I did wrong. Like how am I supposed to know? I’m not a damn mind reader.”

Jake shook with his head low as he reconnected a new wire with an old one. “Dude, you gotta realize that Y/N might not be like all of your previous relationships or lays. Your way of prepping might make her uneasy, and that’s why she’s probably scared to go any further than oral sex. Maybe you need to try a softer and more patient approach with the little things you do.” Jake recommended as he lifted his face to look at the man who obviously wasn’t following.

“I don’t know how to do patient or soft.” Ransom grumbled in response.

“Well, you gotta work on it then. You need to take it slower and pay attention to what makes her relax, wether it being taking a moment to just caress her body gently with your fingertips or just giving her sweet kisses before you take it to the next step. Maybe don’t suck her skin so hard that she gets hickies — but instead give her sloppy kisses which she can melt into.” Jake said with so much passion it could have been a speech. “I don’t know, I think these small things might make a big difference. You’d be willing to try it out for her sake, right?��

Ransom only shrugged, and mumbled an ‘I guess’ under his breath.

There was a brief silence before Ransom suddenly chuckled to himself as a thought came to mind.

“How about your love life, Jake? How are you dealing with your dry spell?” Ransom asked, moving the topic to him with a smug face.

Jake rolled his eyes, unamused. “Hardy har, har — like you’re one to talk after what you have just shared. But if you really wanna know, it’s going as well as it goes. I’m too busy to find a girlfriend, let alone a girl to hook up with. You’re lucky enough that I’m here to fix your car’s air conditioner with how much I travel.”

Ransom nodded with understanding. “Right, right. You’re too busy keeping up with — what’s your team called again? The losers? Sounds like a lame band name. Don’t tell me you came up with that.”

“Hey, I don’t accept the slander, Ransom. And of course it wasn’t me. We just…mutually agreed on it.” He replied, suspiciously reluctant.

“Whatever you say…..”

Jake went over to the counter beside the beemer and took a break to drink water from his water bottle while Ransom still fiddled with his phone. He was in the middle of a text conversation with Y/N, asking what she would like to eat for dinner as he figured he could pick up some food on his way when Jake fixed his car.

Ransom really loved his girlfriend, and it truly saddened him how he wasn’t able to provide for her sexually the way she wants. He used to internally blame her for not making it work in the bedroom, but he now accepted that he might be the problem. It became even clearer with what Jake had said. It was so easy for Jake to pick up the problem, and it made Ransom question how good of a boyfriend he was being when he couldn’t tell those things himself.

His phone dinged with a notification and Ransom couldn’t help but smile as he read your reply.

Ransom Drysdale (me)

What would you like to eat for dinner, kitten? I could pop in to that favorite restaurant of yours and bring some really good food.

What do you say? ♥️

♥️ My darling ♥️

Don’t worry about it, I’ll make something from what we have in the fridge, Ran. Just come home when you can. Hope your car is fixed asap! Also say hi to Jake for me! :))

Miss you! ♥️ XOXO

God, he loved her so much. She was unselfish and caring for him, only wanting his presence and that alone. It warmed his heart to know she still loved him despite their relationship troubles. He knew she loved him beyond looks and wealth when she was willing to go without sex, and she was still paying for her own stuff even though he had countless of times told her he can take care of it.

She isn’t the problem. Hell, she’s as perfect as it gets. It’s me. I’m obviously the problem, Ransom concluded in his head.

He looked over at Jake, who was still drinking from his water bottle, and a sudden idea came to mind.

“Would you fuck my girlfriend given the opportunity?”

The question made Jake choke on the water he was drinking, and he had to cough for a good minute before he could breathe properly. “Yo, what the fuck, man? You can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere. I could have died by technically drowning. Fucking hell.” He said, coughing a few more times before it began to tone down.

“Just answer it. It’s a yes or no question, Jake.”

Jake immediately shook his head with clear disapproval. “Of course I wouldn’t. She’s your girlfriend, and I would never cheat, dude. Cheaters are the fucking worst, and I’d lastly be one myself.”

Ransom sighed as he understood he had to be a little more specific with his question to get the answer he wanted to hear. “Okay, how about this; if I wanted you to fuck her, would you? Do you find her attractive? It’s okay if you say yes. I’m not going to kick your ass if you do. It’s not a trick question either. I just need you to be honest.” Ransom said calmly, with no threat in his tone or hint of anger on his face.

Jake had to look at Ransom for a brief moment to be sure he wasn’t going to pull a ‘just kidding’ last minute, but Ransom didn’t indicate on one coming. Ransom was being serious, Jake realized.

“Uh — I guess, I um —“ Jake briefly paused as he swallowed a lump down his throat. “— If she was single, and had no relation to you, then sure. I’d…shoot my shot?…I’m not going to pretend she’s not beautiful or attractive. She is, and you’re one lucky man to have her.” He said with reluctance, ears as red as they could get with how embarrassed he was to be saying what he had said. “There, you happy?”

“Yeah, somehow I am actually.” Ransom muttered, which confused Jake further.

“Why did you even ask that?”

“I asked, because an idea popped in my mind…” Ransom said as he put his phone down and leaned his back against the chair he was sitting on with his eyes staring down Jake’s. “How would you feel about having a threesome with my girl?”

Jake’s blood was running a bit cold now. He knew Ransom was possessive of Y/N, and he couldn’t fathom why Ransom was all of a sudden suggesting a third party into his sexual life. Jake had witnessed him beating the shit out of one guy who tapped Y/N’s ass when they all went to the bar once. It was the first time he was introduced to Y/N, and he knew then that she was very special to him.

Was he drunk or is he planning on killing me? Jake had to wonder as sweat was building on his forehead. “Are you feeling okay, Ransom? Because I’m actually feeling slightly threatened by you now.”

Ransom rolled his eyes and groaned at Jake’s over the top concern. “I’m feeling fucking fine, relax. It’s just — to me it seems you know a lot more on how to be gentle and picking up signals of discomfort. So, I wanted to suggest we have a threesome where I can take notes from you. I’ve always been more of a…’visual learner’, and I think maybe with your help, I could fix mine and Y/N’s sex life issue.”

With Ransom’s explanation, everything made so much more sense now. But now he couldn’t help but turn flushed as he realized what he was being invited to. “Wow, that’s…somehow complimentary how you think I make a good sex therapist. Wouldn’t a threesome be a little too much though? I mean…she might not be into that, and it can cause more issues.”

“If she wants to is something we’ll have to figure out, but if she likes it? Oh, I know she does. Don’t tell her this but I once went through her search history while I was running some errands with Harlan a month ago and she was watching a lot of porn. Specifically porn with the ‘MFM’ category, if you know the term.”

“Is it like — a threesome but with two guys and one girl? Basically MFF but the opposite?” Jake asked for clarification.

“Basically, yeah.” Ransom replied.

Jake has seen lots from the MFF category before, and he had to admit having two girls to please him turned him on. But for him to be a third party with another guy was a new thing so he didn’t know he was into yet or not.

“Okay but uh, you’re not suggesting we be doing stuff with each other as well, right? I don’t know about you, but I’m straight-!”

“Jake, you idiot, of fucking course we aren’t gonna be fucking,” Ransom interrupted as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “— this is about Y/N solely. What, you thought I was gonna be sucking one of my best friend’s dick? For the record, I’m straight too, so you have no surprises awaiting you.”

“Okay, okay!…just had to ask.” Jake muttered with arms up in defense.

There was a silence in which Jake tried to figure out if he was in this or not — but he had to admit, his horny ass was crying to try it out, with Ransom’s girlfriend nonetheless, who to him was in no doubt the cutest girl he has ever met, — so sweet and welcoming, he has never been so comfortable in a woman’s company before.

“Just know I wouldn’t let any other man into this kind of arrangement. I admit I’m very possessive over my girlfriend, and I would actually strangle any man to death if they as much as flirted with her.” Ransom explained casually, which made Jake visibly nervous. “But…since you’re a close enough of a friend of mine who seems to know better of my girl’s preferences, I’ll allow it. I trust you.”

“But what about what she wants? What if she doesn’t want me to be the other guy? I-I really don’t want to ruin the mood. You know how I am sometimes…..” Jake’s voice decreased in volume as he became insecure of himself.

“Funny enough, whenever I tell her I’ll be meeting you, she talks a lot about how she thinks you’re so sweet and whatnot. Obviously she’s taken a liking to you — platonically wise.”

That seemed to lit up Jake’s face. “Really? Well, I’m happy to know I have given a good impression….” Jake smiled to himself, which made Ransom narrow an eyebrow.

“I’m warning you though, you better not catch any feelings for my girl or we might have a problem-!”

“No, no! I promise, I don’t and I won’t! I was just flattered, that’s all!…” Jake defended.

“Cool, cool. It’s settled then, you’ll come by tomorrow — let’s say around 08:00 o’clock in the evening. We get Y/N comfortable, and then we lay it all down on the table.” Ransom didn’t even suggest, but said it as if it was an agreement.

“Okay…yeah, that works for me.”

After Jake had finished fixing Ransom’s air conditioner of his car, Ransom drove off and Jake was left to return to the hotel he was staying at till the end of the week.

He was feeling anxious about tomorrow, as he didn’t know what to expect. He had forgotten to ask about the specifics of his role — if they were even to go through a threesome. Like, Was he going to be allowed to touch Y/N or was he simply going to navigate? Was he just going to stand there and only talk while Ransom fucks her?

It worried him that it wouldn’t go as smoothly as imagined. He made a mental note to take a shot of whiskey before he entered Ransom’s house. The last thing he wanted was to act silly. He hasn’t had sex for some time and he hasn’t been able to practice his game. He didn’t want to embarrass himself.

As he laid down on his bed, certain dirty but connected thoughts in question came to mind.

Will Ransom invite me to fuck Y/N? Like, full on penetrative sex with her? Surely that’s one of many implications of having a threesome, no?

He could feel himself harden at the thoughts. Jake really liked Y/N as she was a sweet girl to talk to whenever he was together with the couple. She was so much better than Ransom’s previous dates as they were even more ignorant and rude than him — a total contrast of Y/N. He was truly happy for Ransom for finding a girl he can cherish moments with beyond sex and partying.

That was why Jake felt so guilty for lusting after her at the moment. He really hoped Ransom would allow him to fuck her. Of course he knew it came down to what she wanted first, but it wouldn’t work without Ransom’s approval. That he was certain of.

Jake snaked his hands under his boxers and cupped his balls while his cock was in the process of becoming fully erect. Other naughty thoughts were making him give into his temptations.

What if she offers me a blowjob? What if in less than 24 hours, I’ll have her on her knees as she’ll be sucking my dick with those beautiful lips of hers? What if I get to eat her out?

He couldn’t help but pull down his boxers now and stroke his cock. He had so many different scenarios in his head, he was growing uncontrollably horny.

“Mmmh,….shit!”

He imagined the things he could say to really set the mood and make Y/N comfortable with her both in their embrace. How she would spread her legs apart and kindly ask for one of them to put their cock inside of her.

“Fuck…” he mumbled as he grew flushed with his eyebrows knitting up in pleasure.

He wasn’t planning on lasting longer as he was so desperate to cum. He hasn’t had a release for a long time, and it felt too good to hold it in.

Jake busted all over his t-shirt and hands, creating a sticky mess all over him. He sunk his body in the cheap mattress, cooling down from his high, and only then would guilt settle in him.

Fucking hell…what was I thinking? Jake had to question himself. Y/N is Ransom’s girlfriend. I have to draw a fucking line and not catch feelings. For both their sakes.

He rested the palm of his hand onto his forehead, wiping away the sweat that had built in the course of jacking off.

Jake had to convince himself this was purely sexual. Just like he had admitted to Ransom, he couldn’t deny that he found Y/N attractive, and it was only normal to sometimes let that attractiveness awaken sexual desire. It was normal.

He prayed that tomorrow would not cause emotional damage and a broken friendship as he could not bear going through such a thing. He truly valued his friendship with Ransom, and found a friend in Y/N too. It had to stay like that.

2nd person POV

Everything went according to Ransom’s plan. Jake came precisely at 08:00 PM and was greeted by you at the door, — Ransom’s girlfriend.

You looked thrilled to see him as you gave him a warm hug and welcomed him inside the house. Ransom greeted Jake as well from the kitchen as he was getting some beverages from the fridge.

You and Jake were already having a conversation while you made your way to sit on the living room couch, and Ransom soon joined the two of you, talking about what you have been up to lately.

Ransom and Jake gave each other occasional looks as they noticed you were already in a good mood and so comfortable being in both of their presence. After a couple of laughs and sips from their soda cans, Ransom decided to break the news.

“Y/N, we wanted to talk to you about something. There’s a reason why Jake’s here other than visiting.” Ransom started as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You furrowed your eyes, confused. Jake looked like he was listening intently now with Ransom speaking, and nervousness was apparent as he was pulling on his fingers.

“About what?” You had to ask.

“I have told my friend Jake here about a certain relationship problem of ours. Can you guess what it is, darling?” Ransom asked, all the while his fingertips stroked carefully on your flesh.

You had to ponder for a moment of what your boyfriend was trying to insinuate.

Problem? What problem? Your relationship with Ransom was perfect. Everything from your shared kisses, the cuddles, the dates, the sex — oh, wait.

Your cheeks grew flushed when you realized, but you were too shy to suggest it. “Wait, do you mean…um..”

“I told him we haven’t fucked for a while, and when I explained my previous ways of roughly manhandling you, Jake gave the perfect explanation behind it.” Ransom told you as a matter of fact. “Jake’s gonna help and teach me how I can please you better, darling. More gentle and softer. That’s what you prefer, don’t you? I want to learn how to be better at it, kitten. I want to please you…” Ransom said as he placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder while staring down Jake who was looking to the side, not wanting to cause disturbance while Ransom was showing you affection.

“What do you say we let Jake into our bed, just this once?”

You paused for a moment, taking the time to consider what you were getting yourself into. Jake noticed your fidgeting and stepped in to add something he thought was important to reassure.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, - there’s no pressure really…we could always just talk about it, if you’re more comfortable with that. I’m more than willing to help with any advice needed…”

Somehow Jake’s reassurance eased down the tension so much you had almost forgotten what was even being discussed. He was obviously a bit nervous himself as this was probably new territory to him too. You just knew Jake was a precautionary guy, and was anything but rough around the edges. You could trust him.

You turned to look at Ransom who was already looking at you and whispered; “A-Are you sure this is how you want to fix it? I’m only in if you want to try, but…you know that I only love you, right?” You asked with worried eyes. You were beginning to think that Ransom thought you weren’t satisfied with him when that was far from the truth. You loved him and you wouldn’t trade him with a different man even if it meant the sex would feel better to you.

Ransom chuckled and gave you comforting caresses around your shoulder. “Of course I know that, kitten. I know you love me, and only me. Just the way I only love you. I just think we could use some input. It’s only fair we have a little fun by having a threesome while undergoing sex therapy, don’t you think? You can’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about this before.” You blushed at his accusation, and could only respond by biting down your lip as you didn’t want to give away an answer.

You took a moment to conclude, and sooner nodded positively. “Okay. I want to try it. I trust you with my body, Jake.” You said, turning to the guy who had patiently waited for the conclusion of this decision. He smiled, internally happy you agreed.

Ransom smirked, not at all surprised you had concluded to go through it, as he knew deep down you had some dirty fantasies, and he couldn’t wait to do them with you when he finally learns how to fuck you the way you like to be fucked.

“Good girl, that’s what we wanted to hear. Let’s head to the bedroom, shall we?”

It all happened so fast. You were in the living room at one moment, and suddenly you were led by Ransom with Jake behind you to your shared bedroom.

“Go ahead. Take the lead, Jake.” Ransom said, as soon as you all entered the bedroom.

Jake took a deep breath and nodded.

“Okay, let’s get us warmed up, peach….” The nickname slipped out of Jake’s mouth before he could retract it, but Ransom didn’t seem to mind.

Jake moved you to be between the two of them, — Ransom stood now in front of you with Jake behind you, and Jake gestured Ransom to start pleasing you with a make out session.

Yours and Ransom’s lips met, and you were already in your own bubble of giving each other open mouthed kisses. Things became intense only seconds later, and Jake noticed you were getting a bit overwhelmed with how you were leaning against Jake.

“No need to rush it, Ransom…take your time with her.” Jake advised through a whisper, which made Ransom go slower with how he licked your lips and invaded your mouth.

Jake began to unhook your silky top, and the couple only had a brief pause of having your top removed from your head before they were back at it again.

Jake almost drooled at the sight of your lacy bra, and he had the pleasure of unhooking it, making it easily fall onto the ground shortly after. He wrapped your hands around your waist and undid the buttons and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down before you lifted one foot after the other to have it completely removed.

The mutual kisses stopped and Ransom focused on roaming his hands gently around your body like Jake had recommended. You melted into the two men as Jake did the same, showing Ransom where he should touch to send you to heaven.

Ransom proceeded to suck and bite harshly on the flesh of your neck, making you whine in discomfort.

“Go softer….she’s stiffening up.” Jake pointed out, which made him stop right away.

“Right…I’m sorry, darling. I can’t seem to help myself sometimes…” Ransom apologized and continued but replaced it with licks and soothing kisses.

Ransom and Jake started to undress too until they were left in their boxers and socks. The men led you to the king sized bed and made you crawl your way to the middle. They followed and surrounded you, Ransom sitting on one side and Jake on the other.

“Look at her pussy, Jake. Isn’t she pretty?” He asked as he pulled the fabric of your underwear to the side, revealing your glistening cunt.

Jake nodded without loosing his stare at it. “Very. Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

You whined as they talked about your vagina like you weren’t even there.

“Eat her out, Jake. Make her feel good.” Ransom said with a low voice that sent both you and Jake a shiver down your spines.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with…do you want me to eat you out, Y/N?” Jake asked for extra measure.

You looked at Ransom first who gave a nod of approval, and then you turned to Jake and uttered a ‘yes’ for confirmation.

Jake placed his face in front of your cunt, and pulled off your underwear from your feet, leaving you completely bare. He licked his lips as he was feeling rather thirsty to taste the goodness that was waiting before him.

He took off his glasses and put them to the side before he held you by your thighs and spread your pussy lips. He could smell you, and it made his cock ache in desperation.

You stared at him as his mouth closed in to your cunt, and he pecked on the flesh before slipping his tongue out for use. Jake was licking stripes of your cunt so gently it almost tickled, but it felt so nice.

His tongue explored and gathered your pussy juices through your pulsing core, slurping it up as he added his own spit to the mixture, adding lubrication.

“So juicy…” Jake managed to utter out while he maintained his lips on your pussy. He withdrew and moved his hand closer to where his mouth had just been working.

“M’gonna put a finger in, okay peach? I’ll be really careful, I promise…” Jake coaxed, and you could only nod hazily as he placed the tip of his finger directly into your cunt, and started to push through. You gasped as it sunk into you, not expecting his finger to be so thick.

“You’re throbbing and clenching my fingers so much…fuck, you have such a tight pussy..” Jake muttered under his breath as his finger seeped fully in, making you shudder as a wave of pleasure crashed over you. He started to finger you, while his other hand raked over your bare body.

“F-Fuck, feels so good!…”

Ransom was staring at your face, stunned by the way you moaned. You grabbed his hand to squeeze it tight. You were getting this worked up by a finger? My baby’s more sensitive than I thought, was all Ransom could think to what he was witnessing.

“You’re doing so well, Y/N…you’re so beautiful, you know that? Ransom’s so lucky to have you…” Jake complimented as he carefully inserted a second finger, thrusting them both inside in a slow pace. His lips gave your clit a soft suck and you became unraveled. His beard tickled beneath and it was creating stimulation you haven’t felt before.

Your eyes barely held open as you turned to look at Ransom. He smiled at you and stroked a few hair strands away before giving a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“Ransom, please kiss me…” You begged as you were reaching your climax.

Ransom fulfilled your wish immediately and smashed his lips with yours. You were moaning into his mouth, creating muffling sounds as they didn’t slip out in the open. Ransom tangled his tongue with yours, trying a gentler approach from previous times and you seemed to respond with excitement. It was unusual to Ransom as you normally would respond with whimpers. Jake was right. A gentle approach was the answer all along.

You had to pull away to gasp for air as you felt yourself approaching release. Your fingers tangled between Jake’s spiky hair as he dived deeper, and you came undone. “I-I think m’going to-!”

“Cum, darling. Let go.” Ransom encouraged into your ear and proceeded to give you kisses along your neckline.

You let out a long mewl and bucked your hips closer to Jake’s face as he slowed his thrusts, his tongue flickering down from your clit to your pussy lips.

“There we go…she’s so wet, she soaked my whole hand.” He pointed out as he put both of his fingers inside his mouth and sucked the juices off. You couldn’t help but yelp for witnessing the boldness from another man that wasn’t your boyfriend. “What? You taste real good. You should taste her too, dude.” Jake suggested, and he moved to the side to give Ransom room.

“Don’t mind if I do..”

Ransom scooted between your legs and rested his shoulders while he held your thighs apart.

“Remember, lick gently and only suck at a certain pressure…” Jake reminded him.

Ransom nodded, being fully committed to do the task properly - the way you like it.

He gave your clit a kiss before he licked downwards to where your juices flooded. He swirled his tongue, savoring the taste coming to his taste buds. He moaned, which sent vibrations in your abdomen. His nose nudged ever so often against your clit, making you grip the sheets to maintain control over your body. You let out sweet moans and cries, music to both of the men’s ears.

He gave your cunt one last suck before he removed his mouth with a ‘pop’ sound. He looked into your eyes from between your legs, admiring your twitching form.

“Does this feel better, baby? You love it gentle, don’t you? Poor sweetheart, been too harsh on you this whole time without you realizing…”

“N-Not your fault…I s-should have said something…” you groaned as you felt a second climax building up.

“Mmh, well now I know, kitten. It’s okay.” Ransom cooed. “Jake, give her tits some attention, will you?”

“With the way they’re staring at me? How can I resist?…” Jake joked with a smile and obeyed Ransom’s orders. He bowed down to reach out and grab one of your breasts while softly suckling on your closest nipple.

“So soft…” he mumbled through his nibbling.

You were in a meadow of lustful pleasure as both men did their work of worshipping your body. Everything was just the way you liked it; comfortable and non-hastily.

You reached over to Jake’s raging boner and palmed him through his bower, making him shudder from the feeling he has longed for.

“Oh shit, Y/N…” Jake groaned. You began to stroke him, and you could tell he has been hard for a while because he was already fully erect.

Jake helped you drag his boxer down and his cock sprung free, leaking with precum. He felt nervous as you stared at it, unsure of what you were thinking of.

“You have such a pretty cock, Jake…” you complimented, trying to form a sweet smile but it faded into one with your mouth agape and brows knitting as you closed your eyes from the stimulation Ransom was providing.

“That’s probably the best compliment anyone has ever given to me.” He smiled sheepishly, and became distracted of your sudden strokes around his cock. “Oh fucking-! Your hand feels so good wrapped around me….”

You managed to stroke him a few times, but it was short lived because you had to let go of him - your hands now holding onto Ransom’s hair while he tongue fucked into your aching hole.

You whined when Ransom removed himself before you were able to cum. He snickered and wiped his mouth. “You’re not gonna cum yet, kitten. You’re gonna cum on a dick for your second orgasm.”

Jake studied your cunt through his glasses that he had put on again, noticing a pool of your arousal which he thought should be enough to fuck you without gaining any pain or resistance from your side. “I think she’s ready. Wanna have a go?”

Ransom shook his head and moved away to the side. “No. Fuck her first. I want to see how you do it.”

Jake gulped, growing red as he realized this was it. He was going to fuck her. Still, he added hesitation. “Are you sure? I don’t mean to impose…”

Ransom shrugged and turned to his night stand. “We’ve come this far and I’m learning so much. Stopping halfway through would be silly. Here.” Ransom threw a condom over to Jake that was in the drawer moments ago. “Put it on. Only I get to fuck my girl raw.”

Jake didn’t protest nor hesitate putting the condom on and moved his gaze to you again. You seemed to be only a little nervous, but relaxed nonetheless.

“Let’s do missionary, yeah? It’s a simple position, so you just have to stay where you are while I..” Jake didn’t finish his sentence as he placed his hips between your spread legs.

Ransom undid his boxers too, and proceeded to scoot closer to your face. Jake’s eye caught Ransom’s length, and it almost startled him.

“Damn, you didn’t lie. You really do have a big dick.” Jake pointed out, adjusting his glasses.

Ransom let out a low chuckle. “Told ya. Y/N’s pretty good at sucking it too. Why don’t you please me while Jake fucks your pussy, hm? Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” Ransom huskily suggested while letting his dick rest on your forehead.

“Of course, Ransom…I love sucking your cock…” you uttered with no shame. Ransom grinned with mischief and squeezed your cheek.

“That’s my girl…I love you so much, you know that?”

“I love you too, Ran.” You whispered with a sweet smile on your face, and you pulled yourself up to give Ransom another sweet kiss.

Jake could only smile as he witnessed true love right in front of him. He could only wish he could have a relationship like yours some day with the right person.

When you finally split, Jake went into position. “Are you ready?” Jake asked, and you shyly mumbled a ‘yes’. Jake rested his hips and aimed his cock at your cunt, inserting the tip before he began to lean in. You gasped in surprise as you felt an unfamiliar shape of a cock entering you, one that wasn’t as long as Ransom’s but was still thick in girth and so, so veiny, even through a condom.

“Relax, Y/N…I’m almost in there.” Jake groaned and gritted his teeth to concentrate as his cock went through your tight channel. His balls eventually rested against your ass, indicating to you he was fully inside of you.

“Oh, shit…didn’t remember it feeling this good being inside of a pussy…” He murmured, while he began to move slowly - only ever so slightly in the beginning with a satisfying rhythm of thrusts.

“How do you feel, darling? Is Jensen doing a good job?” Ransom had to ask as you were beginning to stroke his cock.

“This…feels really good. I feel so relaxed…” you nearly mumbled, but Ransom could hear you clearly. You looked dazed out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, - he could tell Jake was doing just the right movements of sending you to euphoria.

“That’s good, kitten. That’s very good.”

While you did your work of sucking Ransom’s dick, Ransom paid extra attention to Jake’s method of rolling his hips rather than slamming them into you. He noticed how he would occasionally wiggle his hips as he bottomed out inside of you, as a way for you to quickly adjust to him and only draw pleasure. You didn’t wince nor cry in agony once, or protest on taking things to an end. Instead, your toes were curling as Jake’s thumbs gave circling rubs on your skin where he gripped around your waist, and he would move his fingertips to your hips and thighs to give you a soft and sensational touch.

Ransom was impressed to say the least by Jake’s technique. It looked so intimate, though he knew Jake was only doing it for demonstration. Ransom could already imagine himself being in the same position soon, making love to you.

That was what this was and what you craved. Making love.

“Ooh, my-! Aaah, Ransom…” you moaned out after pulling your mouth out of Ransom’s cock.

Jake pulled you closer and gave your nipples attention once again with his tongue as he began to grind into you with his cock barely moving out of place. His balls slapped constantly against your ass as he let only a few inches seep out and sink right back in.

You continued to stroke Ransom and have your other hand rest on Jake’s head for support as you were soon put off the edge of the second climax you were edged from having earlier.

“Cream all over Jensen’s dick, kitten…you know you want to..” Ransom said as he patted your chin.

“Hmmm fuck! M’gonna cum too!” Jake announced and he quickened the pace, still barely pulling out as he continuesly nudged your g-spot.

You and Jake held around each other so close you looked like you were molding together. You cried out through your orgasm, digging your nails onto Jake’s back and wrapping your legs around him to keep him inside of you. He came shortly after, stuttering his hips as his cum poured into the condom.

“Oooh shit….oh fuck!…” Jake breathed. “I’m feeling everything…” he commented, feeling a new river of your cum invading with warmth around Jake’s dick that was still inside of you.

“She feels fucking amazing, doesn’t she? Can’t wait to get inside of that tight cunt myself and do what you two did just now….” Ransom said with a smirk quirking up his face.

You untangled your body off of Jake’s and he slowly pulled himself out of you, revealing a filled up condom of Jensen’s sperm and an oozing pussy, thoroughly fucked.

“You’re so wet…so perfect. Are you ready for me, kitten? Do you want me to fuck you the way Jake did?” Ransom asked the obvious.

You nodded without hesitation, spreading your legs further out to invite him — to the love of your life.

“Mhm! Fuck me, Ransom…I want you to fuck me and cum inside of me.” You plead.

Jake started to blush at your desperation, growing aroused from witnessing a rather slutty side of you. You were fucked by him a minute ago, and were ready to take more cock from your boyfriend. And you wanted a creampie too? How admirable.

“Suck Jake off while I fuck you, yeah? He treated you well enough to deserve it, don’t you agree?”

“Uh-huh…you deserve it, Jakey.” You muttered as you reached out for him to come closer so you could take him in your mouth.

The nickname caught Jake off guard and deepened his lust in a way he didn’t know was possible. He tossed what was now a tied condom and held his cock up to your mouth. You hummed as you pushed him in, the slick of cum on his cock making it easier to take him down your throat.

Jake threw his head back and moaned, almost cumming then and there by how good the sensation felt. “Ooooh, shiiiit!”

While Jake was kept occupied, Ransom took it as cue to go right ahead. “Kitten, I’m going inside…” Ransom announced, already beginning to slide in the tip. His hands stroked alongside your hips and thighs, putting you at ease. He continued to push in, letting out a shuddered breath as it had been a while since he was last inside of you.

“Mmmh, I’ve missed being inside of you, darling…you feel like fuckin’ velvet.” Ransom groaned, and let out a restrained grunt when he was fully inside.

He leaned onto your body and began to grind with care. He pushed his cock in and out at a slow pace as he squeezed your tits with his hands. He gave your stomach a few kisses before looking up at the sight in front of him.

You looked completely fucked out and overstimulated for each thrust he made, and he could see you were struggling to swallow the dick of the man kneeling above you.

“Am I doing it right? Is this what you like, darling?” Ransom asked with a low voice, one that begged for your approval. He wanted you to approve so badly.

You removed your mouth from Jake’s cock, still stroking him as you looked at Ransom with glistening eyes, panting like you were out of breath, yet you still managed to form a smile.

“I-It feels amazing, Ran…o-oooh, fuck, you’re so huge, I can feel you in my tummy but it feels t-too good!” You managed to stutter out coherently.

Ransom let out a chuckle of relief and continued to thrust his hips inside of you. He was so fucking happy. You weren’t flinching or withdrawing yourself from him anymore. You were in Ransom’s embrace, perfectly fine and comfortable being taken by him.

Everything, from the closeness, his skin against yours and his cock taking a pause to really feel every part inside of you - Ransom was obsessed with this kind of fucking. One that didn’t have to be all hastily and quick with snapping movements. He was falling in love with you all over again by the intimacy.

His own bubble was bursted when a loud whine came from Jake. “Oooh god, I’m going to cum again. Where do you want it?” Jake asked, almost frantic as if he was going to burst any time soon.

“Cum inside of her mouth. She loves it.” Ransom replied for you, seeing as you were too busy bobbing your head to edge Jake off.

Seeing as you didn’t protest, Jake’s hips twitched into your mouth a few times and he cried out with his mouth agape as he let loads spurt out, sending it down your throat. You backed away, only having his tip inside as you savored the cum from his last spurts. You whined around him when Ransom angled his cock directly at your sweet spot, and you felt your body building up for what was now going to be the third orgasm of tonight. You were exhausted, but so eager to have Ransom fuck one out of you.

“Did he taste good, kitten? Being the cumslut you are must have enjoyed tasting him, am I right? You have always loved swallowing cum…”

Jake noticed the way your face was scrunching up and your fists were gripping the sheets harder than before. “She’s getting close, Ransom. Hold her and have her legs around you tight. Up the pace but don’t forget to keep your thrusts gentle…” Jake advised, as he removed himself from your space and let you have your final moment to release.

You wrapped your arms around Ransom’s shoulder and held your legs around his waist to provide him deeper access into you cunt. Sweat was building up from both of your foreheads and you had only each other to look into with your eyes.

Your lips met desperately, so hungrily to show your affection to one another — it was beyond feral. Ransom’s length was driving in faster with less pull out, just the way Jake did it, and Ransom could feel your walls clenching around him as moments went by. He closed his eyes and let out a long moan of his own before he felt the built up was closing in.

“I’m gonna fucking cum! Aaah fuck!” Ransom hissed.

“M’gonna cum too, Ransom! Please, don’t stop! Make me cum!” You cried out and burried your face by the crook of his neck.

You kept the same pace for a few more moments before you stilled, Ransom releasing all of his spend into your womb as you came around him. The sound consisted of only huffs and breaths, filling the room as the thrusts came to an end.

Jake kept quiet while you both cooled down from your highs, and he heard a giggle erupt from you as Ransom began to tickle your sides.

Ransom then climbed off and let his cock slip out in the process, making his cum that was once kept securely inside by his thick cock be released out in the open.

Jake’s eyes bulged out by the sight, staring at the leaking semen and swallowed the spit that was about to drool out of his mouth. “Fuck, that’s kind of hot actually.” He bluntly confessed.

Ransom laughed and said, “it sure is,” before he closed his eyes for a few moments of peace. “That felt real good, huh?”

“Mhm.” You hummed with content. “Very good. I think I wanna go to sleep early. I’m so tired. It’s already close to 10:00 PM anyway.”

Ransom hummed and nuzzled his face into your shoulder, wrapping an arm around to secure you close to him while you pulled the cover over your bodies. Jake felt like he was being put in an awkward situation because he didn’t know what to do.

Should I leave? Should I ask if they want me to stay? Fuck, no that would be sounding too desperate. What should I do??

Thankfully Jake wasn’t all forgotten as you had intentions of putting him under the covers as well.

“Stay here for the night, Jakey. It’s okay for me. You’ve done so much for us - it’s the least we can offer…” You whispered, reaching out to stroke his back with care. He stared at you with an open mouth, in awe but not surprised by your generous offer.

How could he say no to that?

“I —….okay, if you say so.” He whispered back with little reluctance, hinted by how delayed his response was. He was really going to leave you be, but your assurance to stay had convinced him enough not to.

You gestured him to come closer, and he obliged, though you weren’t being nearly as intimate as you and Ransom were. And Jake was totally cool with that. He was already happy as it was to be included in your embrace.

With your drained energy, it didn’t take long before the lights went out for all of you.

04:00 AM in the morning, and Jake heard a familiar ringing tone disrupt his dreams from a distance. His eyes flickered, but quickly shot open as he realized the ring tone belonged to his phone, and it was the ringtone he had installed to one of the losers’ number. He rose up and sprung to where his trousers were left on the ground, and picked up his phone from his back pocket to answer the call.

“H-Hey, what’s up?”

“Jensen, you need to get on the next fuckin’ airplane to San Diego right now.” Said the voice of one of the losers members; Rogue.

“W-What? Why? I thought we were meeting up in Chicago by the end of the week. It’s still another 2 days!” Jake argued.

“Nah man, we just got ourselves a new mission. We’ve gathered some new information regarding classified governmental issues and we might get a few steps ahead! We need to assemble the team asap!” Rogue vaguely informed.

Jake looked back at you and Ransom who were still in deep sleep, and he groaned sulkily. “…Would it be a hassle if I came like a day later? I’m kinda in the middle of something…”

“Jensen — the fuck do you think this is about? Ya think I would call if this wasn’t important? You either get your ass over here or we might just have to find a new tech genius to replace you!” Rogue shouted through the phone with his usual serious tone.

“Don’t say that, man. You’re breaking my heart. But fine, I’ll come. I’ll take the next plane, no sweat…” Jake said, finally giving in.

“Good! Remember, we’re meeting in San Diego, - the exact coordinates will be coded to you. You need to be there 06:00 PM at latest.”

“Okay, okay — bye!” Jake said, and hastily hung up.

He quickly picked out his clothes and dressed up before leaving to the hotel where he went on his computer to hack and replace a ticket in someone else’s name to his on the next airline going to San Diego.

Jake left Ransom’s mansion of a house not knowing where he stood anymore in the relationship. He was still Ransom’s best buddy, but Y/N? Surely this would change their relationship at some degree, right? Or was it easy to ignore as a one time thing? Jake didn’t know. He would never get this experience off of his mind whenever he as much as thinks about them. It would be practically impossible with how wonderful it was and felt.

After a good three hours of arriving to the airport — checking in his baggage and going through airport security gaining no suspicion — to finally sitting on the aircraft, he could finally relax and sit back, - and also think about the latest events in his mind. Suddenly, several notifications made noice and he pulled up his phone to be met by text messages from none other than Ransom.

Ransom 👹

Hey man. You had to leave early or something? We were going to make breakfast. Guess that could wait for another time.

Anyway we fucked for another five rounds when we woke up. Sex has never felt this fucking good. I suppose I should thank you.

I’ll let you know if we’re up for another threesome session. She enjoyed it and I surprisingly did too. Let me know if there’s anything you need otherwise. I owe you big. Talk to you later.

Jake chuckled to himself and became red on his cheeks and ears as he read the texts over and over again. This gave him a huge confidence boost. The fact that he of all people managed to help Ransom, who was once known as a notorious play boy, with sex in his own relationship was astounding to him. He was even more thrilled to know the both of them enjoyed having him as a third party.

This wasn’t a ‘one time thing’ after all, he had realized as Ransom admittedly wrote there was a possibility for a next time. Even though there was a slight worry lingering behind his mind of how this would all turn out, he was looking forward to the ride of experiences he would soon be faced with.

Jake began typing his response with eagerness.

Jake Jensen (me)

Yeah, got a last minute call from my team and had to leave early in the morning. P.S. Thanks man! I’ll let you know when I’m around again and we could maybe…🍆👉🍑👈🍆 - if you know what I mean.

Or we could just chill and do casual stuff, it’s whatever! I like hanging out with you two lovebirds regardless, and you know it.

Take care and let Y/N rest, you manslut.

Sorry, I shouldn’t have called you that.

Don’t kill me, merciful Ransom! 😰 †

— Anyway, Peace! ✌️

Ransom smirked from the other end as he read the last message and put his phone down. He was still in bed with you, trying to recover from the last round that took place only a few minutes ago.

You were so tired, you decided to take a nap and were now fast asleep, smiling to yourself. He patted your bare ass that wasn’t covered under the blankets and smirked as he looked forward to Jake’s next visit.

Yeah, you better rest ,darling. You’ll be having two cocks stretching your tight cunt very soon.

Note from author: based on this ask about who I would have a threesome with. Strange combination, I know, but I hope this fic reflected well on why I imagine it would be great. ;)

Considering a part 2 if enough people enjoy this fic, — otherwise I have no plans on making one. BUT I will make more threesome fics with other cevans characters in the near future (already have one in mind but it’s a secret for now haha).

Hearts & Reblogs are appreciated! <3

[starryluminary]

Noah and Cody most definitely had a fling we didn’t get to see: an over analyzing of two fictional characters

Before I start: I’m not forcing you to agree with me, I’m not claiming this is canon and you’re allowed to disagree with everything I say on this post. I’m literally just in my feelings and can’t keep my mouth shut that’s all this is. If you’re not interested, goodbye!! Keep scrolling the total drama tags!!!

For those of you who are interested though………

Part 1: Awake-a-thon

Lets get straight to it. The reason any of us ship it in the first place. The ear kiss (which is the first kiss of the series, might I add!!!!!!!)

Rewatching that episode, I noticed it took them 3 and a half days since the beginning of the Awake-a-thon for them to virtually decide to sleep next to each other. Why they didn't just go back to the cabins to get proper sleep is beyond me. Maybe Chris didn't allow it, I don’t know.

Either way though, something happened in that timeframe that led to that ear kiss right. This is where it begins. The bonding. In those four days they got close enough, whether it be through conversation, lack of other companionship or pure chance, that they most likely fell asleep in each other's company. Now we have established that they've at LEAST bonded with each other before the ear kiss, and now have some form of an established relationship.

Speaking of the ear kiss itself, that was very clearly an accident. I love it all the same, and you can claim “Cody was smiling half awake, that means he was enjoying it!”, but they barely know each other at this point. I’m sure whatever happened then was probably not meant to happen. I'd kill to know what Noah was dreaming about, though.

Now you'd think that two 16 year old boys would never want to interact again after one kissed the other's ear on national tv, especially someone like Cody (which I hope I don't have to explain.) AND YET.

Part 2: Dodgebrawl

Why the fuck is Mr. Wannabe Casanova willingly sitting next to the guy that kissed him on national TV. For what reason.

Maybe their initial interactions were superficial, and maybe the kiss strained the small connection they had but… the fact that they sit next to each other frequently and Cody actually smiled at him at one point leads me to believe they actually managed to enjoy each other’s company enough to want to put effort into repairing what might have broke because of that kiss, and did it successfully. If you think I'm being farfetched, might I direct your attention to Noah’s elimination?

Hmmmm. Cody's.... sad? Upset?? To see Noah eliminated??? Notice how he's so far away and behind the rest of the team when this happened. Like he's the only one that feels that way. Because he is. Makes you wonder why he cares so much doesn't it.

We understand that their relationship is strong enough that Cody’s visibly upset and distant as a response to him leaving the competition, yeah? Ok good.

Also only five marshmallows are thrown at him. I'm confident in saying Cody didn't throw a marshmallow at him. We don't even see his reaction to the marshmallow pelting so I'll leave it here.

Isn't it so fucking funny how shit starts lining up so nicely? Almost as if all of it was intentional and there were plans for a friendship in the margins of the writing team's notes that ultimately didn't make it to the final product. I'm not saying that's a fact, I'm just saying that's what it feels like.

Now this isn’t about them interacting directly but I feel It’s important to mention…

Part 3: Playa des Losers (He kissed a guy! No I didn't!)

It’s just that one part. You know the one. It became a popular audio for animatics and TikToks you know what I'm talking about. The fact they are drilling it in your head is saying something. They won't let you forget. If this was the only offense I probably wouldn't care enough to add it here, but it’s NOT. THEY WON'T LET YOU FORGET. WON’T LET THEM FORGET. CHRIST.

This brings us to our next point-

Part 4: TDA's Aftermath

The mere fact Noah and Cody sit next to each other the entirety of the aftermath episodes tells me everything I need to know, but let’s talk about it for the sake of clarity.

Them sitting next to each other despite, and I can’t stress this enough, “embarrassing” themselves on national television (which we are reminded of when they introduce Noah!) is just. Baffling. Cody doesn't even sit next to anyone else in the beginning, he’s on the top corner of the booth. This demonstrates Noah and Cody are considerably comfortable with each other, despite everything. Cody even looks at Noah for approval, which he reciprocates with a smile. I can compile the knowing looks they share during the aftermaths, but I won’t for brevity's sake. They’re friends, your honor.

[I’d also like to add they could have shown any of the dodgebrawl clips for Noah’s introduction, but they chose the ear kiss and proceeded to show them sitting together. If the point was to humiliate him, getting pelted by marshmallows would have done the job just as well!! Being hurt by marshmallows is so pathetic they didn't HAVE TO REMIND US OF THE KISS BUT THEY DID. ARE THEY TRYING TO MAKE A POINT??????]

Love how Cody said one sentence and Noah spoke two words the entirety of action but you can still see the bond they have in the sidelines. Art, truly.

Now. The part that has me CONVINCED the relationship teetered away from being platonic.

Part 5: Celebrity Manhunt

Holy fucking shit. They let it happen again. It happened AGAIN. They remember what happened last time, they’re not stupid or blind. They knew this could happen again and did it again ANYWAY. It couldn’t POSSIBLY be by accident this time. How does someone as smart as Noah and someone as simp-y as Cody make this mistake again. The answer is it wasn’t an accident this time. Noah deliberately slept on Cody’s lap and Cody let him…. What, just BECAUSE??

You can’t tell me two 16 (maybe 17 at this point?) year old boys made the conscious decision to sleep together in such an intimate way and convince me they don’t feel anything for each other. Do you see what I'm implying.

At least the first time it happened they ran away screaming, but they sat next to each other in the tent this time!!!!! The same day!!!! No shame!!!! No embarrassment!!!! Are you kidding me!!!!!!!!

Not to MENTION they were asleep next to the cliff before this! They woke up, decided to move to the side of the bus, and slept on top of each other. Are you serious? Homosexuals.

This isn’t even their first interaction in the special. I am flabbergasted.

The looks Cody shoots Noah this special. Who is he trying to impress, I wonder.

And impress he did, cause he slept on his damn lap!!! I rest my case.

I feel the relationship wasn’t as strong in World Tour (and I don’t want to sit down and rewatch it, at least not now), so I’ll leave it here.

Conclusion

Given what I’ve shown so far, you can see their relationship gradually evolve from being strangers, to friends, to whatever the hell they labeled their relationship after that. I can’t pinpoint when the less than platonic relationship started, but I’ve come to the conclusion that they most definitely had that spark between them, however brief it may have been.

You don’t kiss someone's ear in your sleep and then decide to sleep on their lap because he’s a homie. That’s all I have to say.

[prouvaireafterdark]

Fireside Song - 3x09 Coda

Um, did you think Michael was going to say he had a heart to heart over Alex with Sanders and I wasn’t going to write something???

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The sun has long since set by the time Michael climbs out of his lair and starts looking for the six pack he left in the back of his mini fridge. He’s cut way back on his drinking these last few months, but Alex is stuck working late and he’s got nothing better to do than crack open a beer or two in front of his fire pit. 

Once he gets the fire going, Michael collapses into one of his creaky old lawn chairs with a tired sigh and reaches out his palm, willing one of the bottles in his six pack to float up and into his grasp. The glass is cool against his skin, a welcome contrast the growing heat of the fire against his legs.

Michael stares at the flames dancing in front of him as he flicks off the cap and takes a sip, thinking of the fireplace he spotted in Alex’s living room the last time he was there. He wonders if he ever actually uses it, if maybe he should stop and pick up some firewood for him the next time he drives over. It would be nice, he thinks, for the two of them to curl up together on his couch in front of the fireplace, or, better yet, to litter the floor with pillows and blankets the way they used to in the bed of Michael’s truck when they were kids. 

He can imagine it perfectly: the firelight casting flickering shadows over Alex’s face as he lies beside him, his thigh slipping between Michael’s as he presses in close and runs his fingers through his curls. Warmth that has nothing to do with the fire spreads through him at the thought and Michael wishes more than anything that he was holding Alex in his arms right now. 

It’s amazing, really, that Michael’s spent most of the last decade not touching Alex, but now that they’re together—in a real relationship, he reminds himself with no small sense of wonder—Michael can’t fathom how he ever lived like that. Now he feels Alex’s absence like a physical thing, a tug at the center of his chest pulling him toward his other half as surely as if they were two pieces of the same console. 

It scares him as much as it thrills him. He knows that building a life with Alex is never going to be as easy as wanting it, that the path ahead of them is long and arduous. As Michael sinks deeper into his chair, he can’t help but wonder if they’ll make the journey—and how the hell he’s going to survive it if they don’t.

A door slams in the distance and Michael looks up to see Sanders exit his office. Michael waves at him with the bottle in his hand and the second the old man finishes locking up for the night he turns and crosses the yard over to him. 

“The hell are you out here brooding for?” Sanders asks as he approaches. 

“I’m not brooding,” Michael shoots back. “I’m thinking.”

“Huh,” Sanders huffs, taking a seat beside him. He reaches down to steal a beer from the six pack sitting in the dirt by Michael’s boot. “Could have fooled me.”

Michael just takes another sip of his beer. It’s warmer now than it was when he opened it, but it’s still decent.

“You got a church key lying around here?” Sanders asks, holding up his still-capped bottle. 

In lieu of a verbal response, Michael lifts his right hand off the armchair and uses his powers to flick the top of the bottle off. 

Sanders looks at the cap lying discarded in the dirt a few feet away with something like amazement on his face before he huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “Aliens.”

Michael tips his bottle at him in a salute, his lips pulling into a grin.

They sit together in silence for a moment before Sanders finally says, “So, you’re not brooding. What are you thinking about then?” 

Michael takes a deep breath before he admits, “Alex.”

“Oh, so we’re done pretending you two aren’t a thing?” Sanders asks.

Michael hides his smile against his collar. “Yeah, we’re, uh, definitely a thing now.”

“About damn time,” Sanders says, reaching over to clink the neck of his bottle against Michael’s before he takes a long pull of his beer. 

“Tell me about it,” Michael laughs before Sanders words really catch up with him. “Wait—how long have you even known about us?”

Sanders looks up as he thinks about it before he answers, “You remember that summer you got your Airstream and started parking out here so you’d be closer to work?” 

“That was nine years ago,” Michael says, more than a little stunned. He’d assumed Sanders had watched them interact sometime over the last two years or so, when Alex was back in Roswell for good and they’d been spending more and more time together.

Sanders gives him a deadpan stare as he says, “I’m sorry, did you think you were being discreet when you shoved him up against the side of your trailer in broad daylight and—?”

“You know what?” Michael interrupts suddenly, a flush beginning to form on his cheeks as he remembers where that sentence is headed. “Nevermind. Forget I asked.”

Sanders snickers beside him and takes another sip of his beer before he asks, “So what’s the matter then?”

“What do you mean?” Michael asks. 

“I’ve known you a long time, kid,” Sanders says. “You don’t sit out here like this if there’s not something going on in that head of yours. You wanna stop playing dumb and tell me what it is?”

Michael takes a deep breath. “Alex and I are having our first date tomorrow night.”

“You nervous?” Sanders guesses.

Michael nods, shifting his grip on the bottle in his hand. “We don’t exactly have a great track record when it comes to communication. As good as things are right now… I’m worried we’re gonna fall into old patterns and fuck it all up.”

Sanders is quiet for a moment, his chin caught between his fingers in apparent thought before he finally asks, “Do you love him?” 

“More than anything,” Michael says automatically, the words almost spilling out of him.

“Then you’ll be fine,” Sanders says with a confidence Michael can’t understand.

“How can you possibly know that?” he asks.

“You love that piece of shit truck you drive, right?” Sanders asks, jerking his thumb in its direction across the lot.

 “Of course I do,” Michael scoffs, mildly offended. That truck’s been with him through so much—Hell, once upon a time it was even his home.

He’s about to tell him off for insulting his baby like that when Sanders continues, “Well, say you’re driving to Colorado to bring an old friend of yours a mysterious package he tells you not to open—“

“Is this a true story?” Michael asks, an amused quirk to his lips.

“Yes, now shut the hell up,” Sanders says, making Michael laugh as he continues, “Anyway, say you’re driving along and all of a sudden your engine breaks. Are you gonna just abandon your truck on the side of the road and start hitchhiking?”

“No,” Michael says. “I’d tow it back here and fix it.”

“Exactly,” Sanders says, as if Michael has already proven his point. “You love that piece of junk, you’re not gonna just walk away from it. You’re gonna find a way to make it purr again.”

Michael gets what he’s saying, but he can’t help but point out, “Engines can break beyond repair, Sanders.”

“Sure,” he concedes. “If you don’t take care of them.”

Michael thinks about that for a beat, long enough for Sanders to continue, “Look, I ain’t sayin’ it’ll be easy, but when you hit a rough patch, don’t just call it quits. Talk to him. Find a way to—”

“Make him purr?” Michael jokes.

“If that’s what you’re into,” Sanders says.

Michael shakes his head in amusement, his heart lighter than before. The old man’s right, he thinks—He loves Alex more than anything. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep him.

“Thanks, Sanders,” he says, smiling down the neck of his beer bottle. 

“Don’t mention it,” Sanders says, waving him off. “Just make sure there’s an open bar at your wedding, okay?”

Michael laughs sharply at that. “Yeah, okay,” he says, his stomach flipping over as he thinks about it. “I think I can make that happen.”

[spookysmujer]

Piensa En Mi, O. Diaz

Summary: The relationship with you and Oscars suddenly ends after he gets locked up. Now it’s 4 years later..

warnings: HELLA angst, heartbreak 

word count: 1.9K

a/n: I had an itch to write today, thank you for requesting babes! Sorry it took this long to get done. I hope everyone is doing okay these days. PSA: Stop the hate against Asians! Speak up for our brothers and sisters, please. I love you all! Please consider: following, heart/comment/reblog my content! Thank you <)

Requested by @boujee-bitches!

(gif belongs to @merakiaes)

You can remember the day you realized just how much you were in love with Oscar Diaz. It was a few months into dating, he had been in and out of town on Santo business, and yet still was able to check in with you. He even sent you doordash multiple times. And in that one moment, as the doordash driver stood at your door, carrying a bag of your favorite pastrami sub, you truly felt your heart bleed for Oscar. The feelings entirely mutual with him. You can remember that exact moment you felt it, just as you remember the moment your heart had been ripped away. 

The consequence of having such a pristine memory is the ability to remember not only the good days but the hurtful ones as well. Now, after years of being with Oscar, he’s gone. Things had been going so well with the Santos and moving up in the ranks for him. Then in a matter of seconds, all that changed. The moment those handcuffs linked his wrists together behind his back as he was  whisked away in the back of the patrol car was the day everything changed.

Change. 

They always say that change is a good thing. But whoever they are, they were wrong. Change is malicious, it’s life-consuming and does nothing but harm. In the beginning you were confident everything would be okay. Nothing could break this man, he has been through the highest highs and the lowest lows. He has endured things as a young child that no child should. Even when the judge has sentenced him to 8 years, the look he gave you said: It’ll be okay, mamas.

For the first few months, things were good. The money he would send to you, you’d put on his books regardless of his wishes for you not to do so. The phone calls that didn’t last nearly as long as you wanted it to. And the letters, even if you talked on the phone and visited him often, Oscar still wrote you letters, and he always drew something for you. 

But it began to get difficult. When school started up in the fall, your full-time job and now taking care of his younger brother, you started to miss calls, needed to reschedule visits. And when you would answer, Oscar would give you the cold shoulder. He realized that you were beating yourself up for trying to juggle everything. He hated himself for making you so stressed just to make it to him. So on a surprise call that you weren’t expecting, he broke it to you that dating while he is incarcerated is foolish of you. It’s a waste of your time. Please take care of yourself and Cesar, we’ll see where we are when I’m out. But for now, it’ll be just me.

That day replays in your mind. No more calls, rejected visits, ghost letters. It felt like he died, though you would have been notified of it if that was the case. But that was 4 years ago, everything had changed and according to Cesar, it’s about to change again.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You ask, after holding your breath. Spooky gets out tomorrow. 

Cesar shovels the rest of his cereal in his mouth and gulps down the remaining milk, rushing around the kitchen and gathering his school things, “Oscar. He gets out tomorrow. His sentence reduced to half the time, remember the hearing they had last week?”

Whenever Cesar would talk about his older brother, you would tune it out. Oscar breaking up with you over the phone without a thorough reason, then dropping you as a person all together really broke you beyond repair. But you had no choice but dust off your shoulders and keep going. 

You hum and nod, packing your lunch.Without saying anything else, you head back to your room to get your things ready for work. As you pass by the room that Cesar had taken residency in, you notice the packed bags. “Cesar!” 

But by the time you make it back to the kitchen, he has already left out the door. Was he about to leave? Did he want out now that Oscar will be out? Though the idea was to care for Cesar while his brother was locked up, to know he is already ready to up and leave, hurts you. But you shake it off, Oscar is coming home, shit. 

Your day goes by painstakingly slow. All you could think about is how it would go when you’d see him again, how will you feel? What about him, what will he feel?

“Y/N, did you hear me?” Cesars voice sounds from across the table, the two of you enjoying some take-out. The day has gone from slower than a sloth to as quick as sonic the hedgehog.

He stares at you, waiting for you to respond. “Now that Oscar is getting out, it’s time for you to head on back home. Yeah, I heard you. Just sucks is all, I feel like my daily routine will be all messed up.” You joke to which he grins at. 

The next day comes by in a blink of an eye. Here you are leaning against your car that is parked in front of Oscars house. You can’t bring yourself to walk up those stairs and face him. But he hasn’t exited the house yet, you wonder if he even will. After Cesar gets the last bag is when you hear the front door. He makes his way towards you, your breath getting stuck in your airways. 

Cesar hugs you and thanks you again, you squeeze him and ask that he doesn’t be a stranger. Then there stood, you and Oscar. He stares at you for a long moment, studying you. It’s been nearly 4 years since he’s seen you. You are the same with little differences here and there, “You finally pierced your nose.” He points out. 

You purse your lips and nod, scoffing and looking him in the eyes, “Almost 1,300 days of not talking to me and seeing me…. And my nose ring is the first thing you say to me?” 

It wasn’t the plan to argue, you wanted to ask him to be kind to Cesar and take care of him then be on your merry way. But being in his physical presence now, it’s made your blood boil. How could he stand there like nothing had happened between you? The history you two have was an epic love and heartbreak but by the look on his face, it’s as if you are a stranger in passing. 

He licks his bottom lip and digs his hands into his shorts pockets, “What you want me to say? I said all I needed to that day on the phone.”

Your arms uncross from over your chest and your mouth falls slightly open. But before you can let out the rage that’s been building up continuously over the years, “I miss you, querida.” He watches your face contort to confusion then back to anger. He nearly smiles to see that you are still the hot head you’ve always been.

The words weren’t coming out as you wanted them to. All you could do was stomp past him to leave but he grabs your upper arm to stop you. You look down to where his hand wraps around your arm then up to his eyes, the look you give him is loud enough for him to let go.

“Can you just listen to me? You think I wanted to break things off? That it didn’t hurt me just as much as it hurt you?” Oscar begins, standing directly in front of you and slightly craning his head down. “I fucking hated that I did that to you, mami. The last thing I want in this world is not being with you, to cause you pain and to have done that when I was locked up? I hated it. Every single day. But I needed to do it because all I was doing was holding you back. I couldn’t bare knowing that I was making your life hard.”

An eruption of laughter sounds from you, you hold your stomach and one hand clamped over your mouth, hunching over from how hilarious you find his last sentence. Though anyone else hearing it wouldn’t really laugh, seeing as it wasn’t a funny statement. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. But do you hear yourself? You thought breaking up would be better. I don’t know if there was ever a time during our relationship prior that I made you feel I couldn’t handle something like you being locked up, I am terribly sorry if I had but I thought I proved to you that I was more than in love with you, I was hopelessly devoted to you, I was willing to endure it all, every call or visit. I was ready to work hard to make sure you could make tienda… but what did I do or what did I say to make you think otherwise?”

Oscar feels the chains on his heart tighten with every word you say. He doesn’t know what hurts him more, the break-up or now knowing how worthless it made you feel. He knows you are an understanding person, but his intentions didn’t settle as he hoped it would. 

It takes all his might to resist pulling you into a hug, With how you reacted to his touch just moments ago, he knows a hug would only result in profanities being spewed out. As if a hug could magically glue the pieces back together and fix it all. “You didn’t do shit wrong, Y/N. You were the epitome of a down ass girl. But all I could see was the tiredness in your face when you would visit me because you were playing mother to Cesar meanwhile trying to juggle everything else. Trying to make sure you would always come to see me… so I thought ending everything would be better, I thought you would be better off.”

The rage and ache in your heart fights against each other. He is saying one thing but to you its processing as nothing but an excuse. You want to yell and thrash your fists against his chest so he can feel just a sliver of what you went through. 

“I was better off with you. It didn’t matter to me what we were going through Oscar… If it was something joyous or something scrutinizing, as long it was with you and we were together, I wanted it all with you. I was ready to go through this journey with you. But you just gave up on us like that.” You snap your fingers and blink away the tears that had begun pooling for sometime now. His shoulders cave in and he dips his head down, unable to keep his eyes locked onto yours. 

“Give me a chance to prove that I haven’t given up on you or us.”

You wanted to laugh again. To point and scream how silly he sounds and to catch the circus act before they leave town but the way he says it is the reason you didn’t. How low his voice is, how soft his eyes are and his walls had dropped to below sea level is what made you stand so incredibly still.

Do you take the chance? Should push aside all the vines and roots that have grown over the chest labeled: Oscar, to let him in again? 

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Infernal Heat

Hey! It’s been a while - I really miss you guys.  Anyway, I know that a lot of you were keeping up to date with my Mammon x GN! Reader fic...while I’m updating it regularly on my AO3, I thought that I’d post the chapters that I’ve got here as well. I’m planning for it to be a 4 chapter fic, but let’s see how that goes! Warnings in tags (both here and AO3) - monster fucking comes into play much more come Chapter 3 and 4. The biggest thanks to @mawwart for their inspiration and @popcherrypop for reading over what I had all those months ago and actually helping me find direction. I’ve got a bigger/cheesier spiel on AO3, but anyway. Fingers crossed that the ‘Keep Reading’ line shows up here...

Chapter 1: Embers

The Great Mammon had woken up in a mood. He'd felt this creeping up for days now and he wished that it would just come and go already. It was hella distracting to have a constant tug of warmth and want in your gut, y'know? And it was annoying to feel the incessant need to primp and to add to the nest of pillows, blankets, sentimental and decorative items that now overtook most of his bed. But he was due a heat cycle. Annoyingly, he felt that it was probably going to settle in properly on that particular day and he'd been wrangled into going shopping by you. And for whatever reason he'd agreed. Not because he had a crush on you or anything. Damn, he couldn't even remember what you two were meant to be shopping for, that's how addled his mind was. Mammon really just wanted to stay put and perfect his nest. Maybe show it off to you. Although he wasn't sure if you'd appreciate the fact that he'd stolen a few items of yours while on laundry duty to tuck into said nest. Or that he wanted to maybe do something kind of nasty to a piece of your clothing. If not you. 

But would you want to? To see his nest? To lay in it, lay with him, to mate with him? He wanted you to. So very, very badly. He didn’t feel like he deserved you but, oh, to say that he wanted you was a vast understatement. Fuck. 

He groaned and threw one of his tanned arms over his eyes. The silveret realised that he was going to have to partially dislodge his beautiful nest to pull out Goldie (he couldn't go shopping without her - the very thought was offensive!) and that he was going to have to get rid of his raging boner before he faced you. 

So into a cold shower he trudged, loudly cursing the whole time.

---

Longest shopping trip in fucking history. 

It seemed like you were in need of freakin' everything imaginable. He wasn't to know that you were actually just taking your time because it'd been a while since the two of you had some time to yourselves. The demon had been acting strangely around you the past few days, although he was completely oblivious to just how weird it’d been for you.

And today, the Avatar of Greed just wasn't engaging. Questions went unanswered, as if he hadn't heard even when clearly looking at you, no boasting or sulking occurred, no bets or harebrained schemes hatched...he didn't even take you up on your offer of Hell Sauce Noodles! The demon was completely disinterested in all of this - the only thing he was interested in was you. He was also trying very very hard not to let his thoughts slip into anything inappropriate. Which was probably the single most difficult thing he’d had to do in all of his many years. Mammon wanted to take your hand and lace your fingers together; to shamelessly nuzzle your cheek in front of everyone on Silent Avenue. The thought made his heart swell. Better yet, if you were mated, he could kiss you in front of the whole crowd before publicly mounting you and-

Damn, it was hard to keep lewd thoughts at bay. He could feel his cheeks burning and looked away when your concerned expression turned to him. 

On the trek home (finally!), he fell into a lazy pace behind you and Mammon couldn’t help it as you walked together. His cerulean gaze raked over the beautiful curve in your neck - the space was perfect. In his mind, he could see how perfectly his head would fit and how the mark he could leave there would only accentuate the beauty of your skin. It’d be a gorgeous brand that would loudly proclaim to all, ‘I am mated to THE Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed and Second of the Seven; don’t you dare even think to touch me’. The very notion only caused the flush of heat over his skin to worsen and his breath to hitch; he wanted to tear into his flesh to relieve himself of the insufferable and fiery itch.

The same thoughts washed over his brain again and again like some cruel tide, even once you'd passed through the doors of the House of Lamentation.

It took only a scant moment. He didn’t even think. The silver haired demon was aware that he was losing his mind due to his damned biology, but he didn’t realise that he was so far gone that he would do something so stupid. It was only your screech that alerted him to the fact that he had pulled you tight to his chest, that he was actually in the process of sinking sharp fangs into your supple skin. The sudden realisation made him tear off of you in surprise. 

Beel had been the first to burst through a doorway and into the corridor. The redhead stopped dead in his tracks and stared wide-eyed at the two of you; you with your hand clamped over the section of your neck that had been bitten, and Mammon an arm’s length away from with a look of abject horror painted over his handsome features. Stupid Mammon, indeed. The next to burst in was Lucifer, who looked ready for a proper melee. The sound that had come from you had genuinely startled the older brother, not that he’d admit that if asked. As his garnet gaze took in the scene before him, his mouth twisted unpleasantly. “Mammon…” Lucifer’s voice was dangerously low. Mammon shook his head urgently in response, “Nonono, Luci, it didn’t - I mean, yeah, it is what it looks like an’ I didn’t mean ta, but it...it’s not deep enough. Y’know?” The second brother sounded desperate. Mammon anxiously twisted his rings around his tanned fingers and had to fight back the tears that threatened the edges of his vision. He could have hurt you. “Oh, I think you’ll find that it’s more than deep enough.” Lucifer stalked toward you and put his hand on top of the one you were using to cover your wound. “Let me see how much damage the fool inflicted on you”. Mammon could see the frown that pulled at your mouth as you revealed the bite mark to his brother. No proper damage - the indents might linger, but no blood had been drawn; no skin had been broken. 

“It was more from the surprise than pain, Lucifer. I just wasn’t expecting someone to bite me, you know? That’s the kind of thing that I’d expect more from a very hungry Beel.” Your attempt to lighten the mood only made the Avatar of Pride’s expression sour further - but Beel muttered a small, “Fair”. Lucifer sounded positively glacial when he spoke again. “Beelzebub, please take our brother to his room." The Avatar of Gluttony nodded solemnly, gently taking the second eldest’s shoulder. Mammon stared miserably at the floor, guilt clearly written on his flushed face although he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He didn’t trust himself to. Not after such a stupid stunt. As the other two made their way up the stairs, Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. 

This wouldn’t be pleasant.

--

It was no surprise to Mammon that Lucifer texted him shortly after the whole ordeal. He was just thankful that Lucifer hadn’t decided to come up to his room and literally tear into him after biting you. Of all the people to bite in the entire Devildom, it just had to be you didn’t it? Lucifer: Mammon. I have strictly instructed the household that you are not to be disturbed until I have given the all clear. You will stay in your room and I will bring you provisions at regular intervals. If you need anything, you will let me know. Are we clear? Mammon: Yes. Lucifer: Good. He waited, hopeful that Lucifer would provide an update on you. After an eon of waiting (which was actually all of seven minutes) he decided to ask. Mammon: Are they okay?

Lucifer: They are. And they will continue to be so long as you stay in your room and do not venture out. Ensure that you lock your door and remember to take your pheromone blockers as well or the whole house will reek of your mating scent. What were brothers for, if not a good motivational speech? --- Chapter 2: Flames Even with Lucifer’s reminder, Mammon had forgotten to take the pheromone blockers and to lock the door. He’d been far too distracted; worrying about your state of health, whether he’d damaged your relationship beyond repair, still trying to keep the lewd thoughts at bay, his instincts fretting over the piece of nest that had been dismantled earlier… It was a lot to be preoccupied with, okay? Without the pheromone blockers, the corridor outside of Mammon’s room was thick with the sweet perfume of a demonic male in heat. It was rich and cloying, the kind of scent that would cling to one’s clothes much to the annoyance of the other residents (Asmodeus excluded).  Mammon, however, didn’t care. He was too busy now attempting to cool the heat in the pit of his stomach and to regain some clarity of mind. An attempt at sleep had been made once his nest had been repaired and Goldie tucked into her rightful place, the lights turned down low and his clothes discarded to some far corner so that he could crawl into the nest in a comfortable state...but how could he sleep when obscene images of you kept popping into his head?  At first, he had tried to keep some semblance of his mind. The demon didn’t like to lose control during his heats. If he could keep his mind, he would keep to his more humanoid forms - and that was what he wanted. Because if you did, by chance, happen upon him...well. He didn’t want to scare you. Before he allowed himself to spiral into the anxiety of your imagined reaction, he reached for his ridiculously large bottle of lube. If he was going to dwell on the thought of anything, it was going to be how good he knew you’d feel… --- Mammon wouldn’t have been able to say how much time had passed. He had brought himself to orgasm more times than he could count - but it only seemed to just take off the edge. A demon’s heat was never an easy thing, but why was this time around so damn difficult?  Satan would have been able to answer that with ease, the smug bastard; if a demon chooses a mate they will, naturally, be most inclined to couple with said mate for optimal breeding. To not couple with a chosen mate could make a heat worse - but to withhold coupling at all? Well, it would be a foolish endeavour.  The Avatar of Greed hadn’t realised just how he was slipping ; wings and horns had appeared without him even registering and his fangs had dropped to a predatory length (which he only noticed when he had apparently attempted to put a mating mark on a pillow covered in one of your stolen shirts that he’d been desperately rutting against, much to his embarrassment).  His breathing was rough. Mammon was equal parts exhausted and invigorated. He wanted nothing more than to let his knees fall out from under him so that sleep would hopefully take him - he wanted to stalk down the hall and into your room and fuck you senseless. And if Lucifer found out? Well, Mammon would love to see him try to pry you from his arms.  The very thought made him snarl, his grip on his cock tightening. It was enraging to even think that his brother would dare, a thought that had him so preoccupied that he didn’t hear the door click open.  His blue eyes slipped over to you and the wet sound of him furiously fucking his fist stopped abruptly. It was impossible to tell which one of you was redder. This was not what he had been expecting. “Uh-” A rasp of your name interrupted you. “Didn’t Lucifer tell you not to come?” He watched as you nodded dumbly, “Yes”. Heavy breath was the only noise to pass between you several beats. The demon in front of you was wondering whether this was fate; you weren’t running, you looked interested and, fuck, you smelled so good. You smelled aroused and it made him growl; “C’mere then”. The way that you slammed the door and scampered toward him practically had him preening in pleasure. Just as eager, Mammon scrambled over to meet you, flustered yet excited, and hauled you up close to him. He bumped your foreheads together. From here it was easy to see how incredibly blown his pupils were, to feel how desperately ragged his breathing was. You were dangerously close. “Now, see here, I'm gonna give ya one chance to go. ‘Cause if I kiss ya, I’m not gonna be able to stop. I won’t be able to let ya go. You’ll be stuck with me for the whole fuckin’ ride, ya hear?” Holy shit, his voice was so strained. “Then kiss me, you dummy.” No repeat was necessary. Mammon threaded his fingers into your hair, hesitating for only the briefest moment before pressing his lips to yours. When you responded in kind his fervour, his deep rooted greed, quickly followed. He’d wanted to kiss you from day one and not a moment had gone by since  without him imagining it. This felt so incredibly right. But he couldn’t ignore the heat curling in his gut. He needed you, wanted you. And as far as he could tell, despite the dark whispers in the back of his mind saying otherwise, you seemed to feel the same.The way that you returned his greedy kisses, how your fingers had twisted sharply in his hair, how you didn’t seem to mind the messy clicking of his elongated fangs against your blunt teeth as he tried to figure out how best to navigate your mouth in this form - how could he deny that he was wanted?  Mammon's only regret when looking back on this evening with you would be not savouring your body laid bare for him for the first time. His mind was too heat-addled to appreciate it; he was unable to slowly peel off your layers and to have the sentiment returned in kind as he had previously fantasised about. In his mind’s eye, he had a whole big romantic gesture planned if you had decided to sleep with him. Previously, he had imagined how he would make love to you and treasure every moment of it...but alas… Your clothes were quickly stripped from you, sharp fangs nipping at new skin as it was exposed. There was no delicate treatment here and he paid no heed to the sound of torn material. When he next plundered your mouth, it was far smoother than the first time - he was a fast learner, after all.  The only complaint that he had about kissing you was that it muffled those beautiful noises of yours. When he broke the seal of your mouths it was to gently toss you back toward the top of the bed, deeper into his nest and into the comfort of a ridiculous amount of pillows - to properly secure you into his nest. To see you like that felt...good. It felt right. It was clear that was exactly where you belonged. The very image had him growling in satisfaction as he took the opportunity to crawl over your body, his fingers gripping at the meat of your thighs and hips as if ensuring that you were truly there with him. Thankfully, his nails had not yet turned into talons or they would have pierced through you with ease at the way that he handled your flesh.  Mammon had to take a deep breath when he looked at you this time. He needed to make sure that he didn’t hurt you while doing this - it was the last thing in the world that he wanted. It was unusual for the Avatar of Greed to put the needs of others before his own...but you weren’t just some ‘other’. You were you. His very own treasure, his very own mate. Reluctantly, a hand left your body to fish for something buried within the nest. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” He coated his fingers generously in lube, desperate to ensure that he would cause as little pain as possible, “Just fuckin’ perfect”. Two fingers slipped into you as Mammon spoke, his tone low and hoarse. Never had he imagined just how difficult it would be to hold himself back like this, nor could he have been prepared for just how much desire he felt in that moment. The sensation of your hot core wrapped around his fingers had him shamelessly rutting against your thigh, a poor attempt at taking the edge off of his lust.  A human really had no business wrecking him like this. His heat cycles were normally pretty boring - desperate rutting for a day or two and then back to normal life. You had no right to set his skin aflame like this, no right to have him feel like he could cum just from the noise you made once he had three fingers fucking into your heat. The way his blood was rushing in his ears was deafening...and he wanted more. It didn’t take too long for it all to get too much. Even all of the dark hickies that he had furiously littered your neck, chest and shoulders with weren’t enough to distract him from the wet sound of his fingers preparing you or the stunning sounds he managed to pull from you when he got the angle of his hand just right.  Mammon would never admit it, but he kind of missed his target. The point of removing his hand from you had been to slip himself right in. Instead, as he kissed you he rolled his slick cock against your sex...which, to be fair, had felt better than your thigh. And if the sound that you’d made in response was anything to go by, you thought so too.  He liked that noise. A lot. So he rolled his hips against you again, groaning in response to you. Ever eager to please, the greedy demon found a rhythm that you both seemed to enjoy in the interim. “Ya like that, huh?” Mammon wasn’t sure where the cockiness in his tone was coming from when internally he felt so nervous. It was those very nerves that quickly had his hand moving to guide his cock to your entrance and thrusting into you before you could retort. Mammon didn’t realise it would silence both of you.  By no means was he a virgin. The Great Mammon would have it known that he was a proper Casanova type, thank you very much. He just didn’t realise how different it would feel coupling with someone that he truly and deeply loved. The heat causing that deep need to breed the closest thing with a pulse didn’t help things, of course.  It was...incredible, for lack of a better word. Divine. Mammon choked on an Infernal curse once seated completely in you and had to literally bite his tongue to keep an anchor on his self-control.  All of that hard earned control was thrown out the window when his name passed your lips.  There was no hesitation in how his hips pistoned, fucking into you relentlessly. His hands manoeuvred to cradle the back of your knees and he pushed your legs back to allow him more access to your body, his fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. The noises that left him were snaps and snarls of Infernal praise, not that he realised. The only thought on Mammon’s mind was his primal objective of breeding you until neither of you could move ; it didn’t matter whether you could actually fall pregnant or not. No logic or worry clouded his mind with these thoughts. All he could focus on was filling you with his seed until he couldn’t any more, the thought of your stomach tender and round because of his affections toward his mate... Mammon’s first orgasm came with an embarrassing quickness. When he spilled inside of you, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your chest, he was quickly filled with a relief and warmth that he hadn’t felt in ages. For the first time since his heat had set in, there was true clarity in his mind. While his natural instincts weren’t completely quelled, it was enough for him to actually think with something other than his adamantly pulsing dick. His relief quickly fell to mortification, the shadows of which were clear on his features when he pulled back to look at you. His cheeks were tinted red both from exertion and embarrassment ; he hadn’t paid enough attention to get you to climax. He was quick to stutter out your name, mouth tripping on the words that were trying to get out of his mouth as his sluggishly content brain tried to supply words just beyond reach. “What, isn’t The Great Mammon going to make me cum?” Your sass fanned the flames in his loins. A playful snarl was made in response, “Oh sweetheart. I’m going to make you cum so fuckin’ hard you black out. You won’t be able to feel your legs by the time I’m done with you”. And so The Great Mammon set to work. --- Mammon hummed contentedly as you lazily played with the hair at the nape of his neck hours later. This was perfection. Strong fingers stroked your thighs as he enjoyed the sensation of you wrapped around his hips, the pleasure of you sat on his lap while cuddled up together in your nest. The demon toyed with the thought of pushing his hips up just to make you gasp from the overstimulation, but decided against it. Although he was loath to admit it, you needed rest - because Mammon had been good to his word, ensuring that you both had more than your fair share of orgasms.  But this was good. The fire in his gut had died down to crackling embers, although he knew it would flare up again soon - but you would be there to help ease him through it. And you even seemed to like helping him out. What was the phrase… ‘mutually beneficial’? Somethin’ like that. His eyes fluttered open when he heard your chuckle. He couldn’t help but wonder if you knew how freakin’ stunning you were when you smiled like that. “What?” When your eyes met his, he was pouting frowning. The laugh that you let out only made his brow furrow more, “I said what. What’s got ya laughin’ like that, huh? You should be out like a freakin’ light by now”. It wasn’t until you replied that he realised how obvious it was, “I didn’t know that demons could purr”. Mammon squawked loudly and attempted to divert your attention - he sounded like a damn motor! It wasn’t fair! He wasn’t even able to control the way he was going off… It was embarrassing. “Well, yeah, y’know, sometimes. We’re incredible ‘n mysterious creatures us demons, y’know! Demons are capable of things that your human mind couldn’t even comprehend! Anyway, ’s not like ’s all the time or anythin’ like that…” He tried to occupy himself and forget about the heat radiating from his face by playing with your hair - but he could feel you smiling against the crook of his neck. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” The incredible and mysterious demon sounded more like a petulant child (well, a purring and petulant child). “So, when do you normally purr?” “I dunno. When we’re happy, I guess?” “Does that mean I haven’t made you happy before?” The way that he spluttered was definitely worth teasing him. “Who said that ya haven’t made me happy?! ‘N besides, this is different!” Even Mammon couldn’t deny that he was now pouting, but he tried to focus on the feeling of your fingers running along his shoulders. It was nice; soothing, even. Until he felt a sharp tug on the back of his neck.  “Ouch! You gotta be more gentle than that!” The look of surprise on your face made him want to curl in on himself. “Mammon - are those feathers?” “Phffft,” The greedy demon rolled his eyes and tried to deflect your query, “Shaddap. You dunno what you’re talking ‘bout”.  When your mouth opened again, he did take the opportunity to thrust sharply into you. At the gasp, he lurched forward with a passionate kiss. Simply to shut you up, of course. No hidden agenda. His pleased purring melted into a deep rumbling, the fire in his belly stoking itself back to life. It was impossible for him not to roll you over to allow him to bask in more of your shared passion. The laughter that ensued, laughter that he was sure was aimed at him, only made his heart swell as much as his cock.

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Fundy's Arc: A Collection of Transcriptions

The seeds of this character arc have been sown from the very beginning. This was a loooong time coming.

Here’s just a collection of moments and quotes from across Fundy’s character arc with Wilbur in L’manberg.

How did we get here? How did all of this familial conflict arise? 

Because it’s been there long before Schlatt even got into power.

---

The very start: 

- Fundy’s house gets pranked. He can no longer live there. Wilbur says that he’s technically the first naturally born citizen of L’manberg and claims Fundy as his son. He proclaims that, unlike his own father, he would be there for Fundy and give him the world. Neither of these promises were kept.

- After the first war ends, Wilbur makes Tommy vice president and Tubbo secretary of state. He doesn’t give Fundy any position. In fact, he doesn’t even include Fundy in the national anthem. Even Eret’s name was included over Fundy.

---

Wilbur, rejecting Eret’s kingship:

Wilbur: “I actually recognize, um, subscriber counts actually denote who’s in charge, um...”

Tommy: “That means you’ve got like a week until Fundy’s in charge of L’manburg.”

Wilbur: “Nah, Fundy’s too young...”

---

- Fundy’s rebellious stage really starts when he takes off the L’manburg uniform, long before any of the others did. Wilbur tries to get him to put it back on, but Fundy refuses.

Fundy: “Wilbur, it’s all right, I’m...I’m not a uniform.”

Wilbur: “Fundy why aren’t you in uniform?”

Fundy: “Um...I...forgot...”

Tubbo: “Put it on.”

Wilbur: “No, no, no, my son knows, Tubbo, don’t -- stand down, alright...right.”

Wilbur: “Fundy, it’s alright -- it’s okay that you forgot it, you know you’re a young man now, you’ve grown up a lot since -- you know you’re a teenager, you’re going through your rebellious phase, it’s absolutely fine that -- sometimes you wanna wear you’re own clothes! You know, but -- you know...daddy made a nice uniform and gave it to you, and...you know--”

Fundy: “Wait you made me a uniform?”

Wilbur: “It’s nothing, it’s really nothing, don’t worry --”

Fundy: “Waiiiiit, wait, what do you mean? What do you mean you made me a uniform?”

...

Wilbur: “It’s okay, we’ll talk about your uniform when you’re a bit older.”

---

- He gets into a war with Sapnap, almost starts a civil war with Tubbo, and Wilbur is absent for both of these. He’s just straight up not there. He didn’t even know about Fundy’s war with Sapnap since he had no idea Mushroom would make Niki upset, and Tommy brings up the fact that Wilbur’s been absent when he explains what had been happening between Tubbo and Fundy. Tommy had to step in because he was the only one left in charge.

---

Tommy: “Fundy, okay can I tell you what’s happened from my point of view? The son of the President has gone around scamming the other presidential members, and as Vice President while the President’s not on, it is my duty to make sure this doesn’t pull apart L’manburg.”

...

Tommy: “What would father think?”

Fundy: “...”

Fundy: “...Well he - always...sides...by me...”

Tommy: “Well you know, I mean, you’ve gone against the other members of the nation he fought to build--”

Fundy: “--Well! only because my - my loot has been stolen, alright --“

---

Tommy, to Wilbur:

Tommy: “been a little while since you’ve been on, Wilbur.”

Wilbur: “Yeah, well there’s a reason I haven’t been on...it sickens me.”

...

Tommy: “There was a - there was a civil war.”

Wilbur: “I heard, between Fundy and Tubbo --”

Tommy: “Yeah, your son and our secretary of state had a huge quarrel, and I defused it.”

Maybe this is just me reading into that last line and the tone it was said with a bit too much, but Tommy kind of had to emphasize the fact that Fundy was Wilbur’s son, as if Wilbur had almost forgotten it

---

- Pog2020 works to get Sapnap’s vote by publicly disavowing Fundy. He goes to make his own party in response and Coconut2020 isn’t even taken seriously. Wilbur didn’t even want to include it on the ballot. 

Sapnap: “Your father would be very disappointed.”

Fundy: “Why - disappointed for wearing glasses?! 

Sapnap: “Ugly, wearing glasses, what are you wearing --”

Fundy: “What do you mean?!”

Tommy: “Fundy, Fundy...I’m just here to publicly denounce you.”

Fundy: “...What?”

...

Tommy: “I’m just here to kinda let you know...if you weren’t Wilbur’s son, you would be out of L’manberg. Just remember, you need to keep that relationship with your father - I saw how arsehole-y and bratty you were acting in the courtroom the other night, you need to pull your shit together young man.”

...

Fundy: “Chat, lemme get this straight real quick...so Tommy is demoting me, right, and he’s saying you’re only in L’manberg because of Wil. So Tommy says...in theory, he would kick me out if he had the chance. But considering that, while he’s together with Sapnap, it leads me to believe... Tommy wants to destroy L’manberg.”

--- More under the break because this is a horrendously long post ---

Fundy gives a speech after preparing the Festival decorations:

Fundy: “Chat, I wanna point something out...

at the start of everything in L’manberg, when Jschlatt got on top of everyone, when Jschlatt got the leading position, and everyone was saying it was a bad thing [...] I just wanna point out...

What have Tommy and Wil ever done for this country? What have they ever done for this country? Really? They put up walls, they accepted a drug scandal, and what do we have? Not two weeks after Schlatt got elected, we have a festival. We have a festival! [...] They kept our country alive, but we’ve revamped it to something better [...] They’ve kept us alive for us to continue our generation 

 I see progress, alright?”

---

The big turning point happens when Fundy denounces Wilbur as part of his plan as a spy. That moment sealed the fate between the two, fracturing their relationship beyond repair.

---

Fundy: “Wilbur, imma need you to shut up for a second--”

Wilbur: “Don’t you speak like that to me, Fundy. Don’t forget where you came from!”

Schlatt: “What’s the relationship between you and...and Wilbur, Fundy?”

Fundy: “Wilbur’s just the founder, and I was born here, and nothing else. That’s literally all there is to it.”

Wilbur: “But...you know that’s not...”

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When Fundy goes back to help Wilbur and Tommy with his Spy’s Diary, he’s still mocked and spoken over, called Wilbur’s “traitor son.” His effort as a mole wasn’t enough to fix their bond.

And when everyone finally takes back L’manburg, Wilbur gets to choose who’s the new president. There’s only one person other than Tommy that that could be. And as Fundy watches...Wilbur gives Tubbo the country instead. And then blows Fundy’s home to smithereens. 

And instead of living with the consequences, he tells Phil to kill him, so that he can become a little floating ghost who wanders around avoiding his problems.

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When a creeper explodes a hole in the wall and Wil asks Phil about his button room, Phil asks Wil to VC. Wil, seeing that it was a serious talk, immediately avoids it and drops the conversation. This is exactly what Fundy calls out later on.

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Fundy tells Wilbur straight to his face:

Fundy: “Wil, LISTEN!”

Wilbur: “I am - I am, I am, I just --”

Fundy: “You know what’s wrong? Do you even know? Does it even break through, like - Wil, listen, look at me. Wil, WIL...stop. Every single time something serious comes up, you evade it. You just avoid everything. You run away from every serious consequence that might become of your actions. You walk away from it! You just smile throughout everything. You think nothing is going on, you think everything is fine...it’s not! 

You were there for me, for a very very fucking long time...and when I needed you the most, you skedaddled the fuck out of my life and died. Because of what? L’manburg’s causes, huh? You thought that was justice, you thought that was good for me? You left me, man. You never take things seriously, you never do.”

Fundy: “Let me tell you something, Wil, let me tell you something. You know what happened, after all of your memories - all of your good memories of our quote unquote ‘last talk?’ Because it wasn’t our last talk, Wil - Wil--”

Wilbur: “If I didn’t remember it, it probably wasn’t worth remembering.”

Wilbur then feigns a meeting with Tubbo to get out of the conversation and leave, immediately proving Fundy’s point.

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Wilbur doesn’t like to face the consequences of his actions. 

He started the election because he felt like no one respected his power. But instead of dealing with that lack of respect by gaining it legitimately, he just came up with a plan to rig an election. Instead of accepting that he lost the election, and that Schlatt was getting more done for L’manburg than he did in his time as president, Wilbur came up with a plan to bomb the festival and kill everyone. And when he finally exploded L’manburg, he perma-died and left everyone else to deal with Techno’s withers. 

Fundy is right about Wilbur. He walks away from uncomfortable situations. And Fundy is, to Wilbur, an uncomfortable situation.

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(also everyone say thank you fundy and wilbur for bringing us this heartbreaker of a character arc rn because this is some damn good stuff)

[vldkeith]

hey ren do you have any thoughts/feelings about adashi? i personally really like the idea of it but would love to hear your thoughts or maybe even headcanons if you’ve never shared them here before! if you have you can totally ignore this haha

HI!!! i LOVE adashi. adashi is currently alive and well in my canon and they are in love and happy. in fact, in honor of shiro’s birthday, here are some adashi headcanons just for u <3

they met when they were abt to graduate for the garrison and were both applying to be instructors. they were in the same class and once finals rolled around they were like, well, we both have things in common so we might as well study together 

adam, upon reaching shiro’s dorm and seeing him in the casual tight tshirt he always wears when he’s not in the garrison uniform: gholy fuck. fuck. fuck. 

shiro (innocent): ? 

adam is in fact so entranced by shiro’s physique that half of their study session is spent on him asking shiro how the hell he managed to get This Way™️

shiro: i honestly don’t know what you mean? all i do is get up at 5am, go for a run, lift weights for an hour, drink a protein shake, carry 20 pounds of books around with me all day, drink lots of water, try to get at least 100k steps each week, do 1k situps--

adam: hey shiro have you ever heard of this really neat thing called resting?

shiro, who finds people that don’t idolize him for his daily routines inherently attractive: can’t say i have, let’s go over to my bed and you can show me! 

adam: what

shiro: what

adam:

adam: yeah i’m down

so that night adam...shows shiro how to rest ;) 

(tbh they don’t do anything more intense than kissing, but you wouldn’t know that from the way shiro is blushing and flustered about it the next day) 

it’s kind of awkward after that, and shiro’s kind of resolved to just...let it go, thinking that it was too much and they’ve wrecked their budding relationship beyond repair

that is until adam shows up where shiro’s sitting in the cafeteria, plops his lunch tray down, and resolutely begins eating with him. shiro is so relieved and touched that he gets up and hugs adam immediately, a gesture which adam gladly returns :’)

after that they just kind of...happen! they’re always seen together, making each other laugh, studying together, the whole shebang. they become something of a famous couple at the garrison, which embarrasses shiro somewhat but which adam takes pride in 

adam: cmon, takashi, you have to kiss me on the cheek. it’s content for our fans 

shiro: (holding back laughter) no! i’m not exploiting our relationship for the masses!

adam: well one of us has to *dips shiro for a searing kiss*

i think they’d try to keep things professional once they become instructors at the garrison, but tbh their students constantly catch them snickering together or staring lovingly into each other’s eyes and there’s little question as to the nature of their relationship 

once they bring keith in, though....well. there’s absolutely no question at all

keith, marching into the classroom where shiro is currently teaching and dropping his lunch in front of him on the desk: adam put ketchup on my mac and cheese. i hate ketchup on my mac and cheese. tell him when he gets home that he is on strike number three

shiro, who tries his best to keep his personal and work life separate (and fails miserably): just show them the wedding ring why don’t you

(keith does show everyone the wedding ring. he steals it from shiro while he’s asleep and triumphantly displays it to anyone he comes across. he’s grounded for a week after.) 

it’s common knowledge that adam can cook whereas shiro fails miserably every time he tries, but some of adam’s favorite nights are when shiro prepares their meal, because he can just tell how lovingly crafted it was, how much effort he put in, and he will eat it every single time even if it makes him ill--which, to shiro’s credit, it usually doesn’t

they’re the kind of couple that share a bed & one of them is always reading by the lamplight while the other sleeps. usually adam is the one reading, because if shiro stays up too late he gets chided, but they will switch from time to time. idk if this is relevant but i simply think it’s the truth

they simply....are in love. and they’re great psuedo-parents to keith, great teachers, great people. and they are so happy together, because even when things get tough, they have a solid enough foundation that they’ll probably never break. mayhaps they should start a relationship advice column in the garrison newspaper fsdkhgkjfsgsd