#this just shows me how much i've flopped in the reading game

[coralchoral]

honestly thinking about the sonadow twitter takeover and how the plummeting to earth thing very much affected Sonic a lot more than it affected Shadow. like in a previous takeover Shadow even made it a positive memory about Sonic trying to save him.

Meanwhile in Prime, Sonic has a moment of saving Shadow from falling into the void that's very reminiscent of that other fall (in the same way Prime has a lot of motivations and references that only make sense from a fandom insider perspective).

Sonic also gets repeatedly tilted, loud and anxious, (which I'm pinning more on RCS's/whatever writer's sense of humor, as is all the voice acting gags) and is coping badly any time Shadow comes out ahead. I think Sonic's insistence on his ability to grow chest fur is as big a Cope as floaties=fashion statement.

But really, Sonic's repeat date suggestions and Shadow's own descriptions of Sonic's behavior (dragging out their races, etc "just to annoy me") reads, whether romantically or platonically, that Sonic just really wants to spend time with Shadow.

He feels he needs to justify it, though, insisting that he and Shadow have something other than occasionally getting in each other's way ("two sides of the same coin") (friendly competition being "why you keep me around-" seemed like odd wording to me).

Needing to make it meaningful, because that's what Shadow wants out of a relationship- Shadow /says/ he dislikes Sonic for being frivolous and inauthentic, that (for instance) his hugs don't mean anything, and that he doesn't want "(Sonic's) kind of hug."

Sonic really wants to spend time with Shadow because he's also intimately aware that that time is limited. Either Shadow's patience (and/or social battery) is limited and he's liable to make a batman exit if he doesn't want to be somewhere (not that we've ever seen Shadow do this in canon, he seems to awkwardly/quietly hang around as if he doesn't realize he can just hit the bricks (or he likes being there and has no idea how to express it re: smiling at Big the Cat) ), Or Sonic and Shadow will get caught up in their own lives again and not see each other until Fate Deigns to Allow Them to Cross Paths Once More.

And Sonic misses him.

(This ties in with my Sonic Frontiers is the Saddest Game Ever posting from a while back, too. Sonic is lonely AF and Needs Other People to Talk To or he'll start talking to the walls and robots, and Shadow will almost always either talk back or groan in exasperation, which is as good a reaction as any.)

All this, plus Sonic's opinion flip-flops (shopping with Amy vs shopping with Shadow, opinion on Orbot) could be either (Sonadow Optimist) Sonic is Down Bad and not even conscious of his mirroring Shadow/trying to appeal to Shadow, or (Sonadow/overall Pessimist) Sonic trying to appeal to the Most Popular Character Right Now and getting increasingly desperate as he is rebuffed.

A few of these Twitter Takeovers have had moments of Sonic in particular getting thrown off and not really able to recover. (which makes me question what the writing is like, if there's any at all and these VA's aren't just riffing on an outline. Considering they don't talk over each other constantly, there must be something like a script, but it also does occasionally feel like a bad roleplay (and I've been a bad roleplayer).) It leads to a Something Is Wrong feeling in the "We're doing this for fun" question-answering joke show. Sonic needs therapy. (We all need therapy.)

Meanwhile, Shadow really is pulling out all the grunts, groans, and whines with Sonic that, if scripted, would be egregious as hell to read or write. He doesn't make these noises in the games (or shows, really?) mostly because there's a sort of efficiency necessary to production that cuts out that interpersonal realism and partly because it's annoying? Shadow, you're the annoying one?

Unrelated, everybody latched on to Sonic's "Go off, King" but nobody even noticed Shadow's "Deal With It."(sunglasses drop) How soon we forget the sacred texts and/or the deep magic, I guess? (It's an old meme, but it checks out!)

[gemkun]

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[justagalwhowrites]

Halcyon - Ch. 5: I've Never Been a Bad Influence a Day in My Life

You and Joel get closer as you put together your lists. A continuation of Halcyon from the prologue through Ch. 4, a modern no outbreak AU TLOU fic found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, fantasy about P in V sex. Modern No Outbreak AU, No use of Y/N, Slow burn, 18+ only, Minors DNI

Length: 5K

AO3 | Main Master List | Prologue | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

October, 2022

“Why can’t I add to your list?” You pouted a little, can of hard seltzer in your hand as your float drifted to the middle of Joel’s pool. 

“Because you’re gonna just use that power for evil, not good,” Joel replied. 

“Would not!” You shoved off the side of the pool with your foot, floating back toward the middle of the water. 

“Am I allowed to put shit on your list?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet in the water and a beer in his hand. 

You scoffed. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Well, there you go,” he shrugged. “Goes both ways.” 

“You’d be a dick about it!” You kicked the water in his direction but the spray of it fell short and you watched him try to not laugh. “You’d put things on there like ‘buy Joel beer for the rest of his life’ or ‘speak in a bad British accent for a week…’”

“Can you do a good British accent?” He asked, brows raised. 

“That is beside the point.” 

“What are you gonna add to my list, hm?” There was a teasing edge in his voice as he took a sip of beer. “Get a new wardrobe? Get Sarah a dog?” 

“OK, both of those are good additions,” you said, defensive. “But no, not what I was thinking.” 

“Then what, Goldie?” 

“Put in a hot tub,” you said, chin raised. 

He barked a laugh. 

“A hot tub?” 

“A hot tub,” you nodded. “How can I come over to your house and float in the water if it’s too cold to go in the pool? Which it will be in like… a few weeks. You need a hot tub.” 

“It’s already too cold,” he said. “That water’s below 70 degrees, couldn’t pay me to get in there now. Lucky I’m in this far as it is.” 

“See?” You said. “Hot tub.” 

“You’re ridiculous,” he shook his head. 

“If your list is shitty can I add to it?” 

“If you actually think my list is shitty we can discuss it,” he said. Your float drifted close to him and you were afraid, for a moment, that he was going to splash you. Instead, he just pushed the edge of it with his foot, sending you drifting back toward the middle of the water. “Still down to compare tomorrow night?” 

“Think so,” you said, taking a sip of your seltzer. “As long as you don’t mock me relentlessly for it.” 

“When do I not mock you relentlessly?” 

“Excellent point,” you said. “I should get better friends.” 

“Probably so.” 

“At least now you come with Sarah,” you sighed dramatically. “So I guess I’ll keep bugging you…” 

“God, you two are gonna kill me,” he said, trying to look serious but a hint of a smile on his lips. “Worst idea I ever had, lettin’ you two get to know each other…” 

You giggled a little at that. You and Sarah had become thick as thieves since you and Joel had reconnected now two weeks ago.

It was hard to believe that he’d only been back in your life less than a month. But then, it was hard to believe he’d ever been out of your life at all. You’d only gone a few days without seeing him since that night at the bar and, on those days, the two of you were almost constantly texting. It was the most natural thing in the world, having your life fall into step alongside Joel’s. It reminded you so much of high school even though you were in your 30s now, your lives moving in parallel until they collided at the end of the day and you came over for dinner or went and cheered on Sarah at her soccer game or Joel showed up at your door with beer. Even after all this time, he just knew you and you just knew him. You could read his posture as easily as a book, instantly knowing the kind of day he had by the way he opened the door or flopped on your couch. He seemed to be able to peer inside your mind on command, just a raised eyebrow or a sigh telling him everything he needed to know about how you were feeling and how to make it better. 

There was one day where you hadn’t intended to see him at all but it’d turned shitty and he just somehow picked up on it from the tone of your texts. New paperwork had come over from Gale’s attorney and you resigned yourself to spending the evening picking over the bones of your marriage with a bottle of wine and a wilted salad - because you definitely didn’t have the emotional energy to go by the grocery store - when Joel texted. It was a meme that you responded to with just an lol before going back to the paperwork. He FaceTimed just 30 seconds later and you frowned, answering it. 

“Hi?” You said brows raised. 

He nodded sagely. 

“What I thought,” he said. “You look like shit.” 

“Gee thanks.” 

He rolled his eyes. 

“For you you look like shit. What’s wrong.” 

You narrowed your eyes and he laughed. 

“What?” He asked

“How can you just tell?” You replied. “It’s weird.” 

“Come over,” he said instead of answering. He flipped his camera around and Sarah made a face, sticking her tongue out, her hair in two springy buns on the top of her head. 

You frowned. 

“Where are you?”

He turned the camera back around.

“Picking up pizza,” he said. “I’ll grab an extra cheese bread, come over.” 

“I’ve been drinking…” 

“We’ll pick you up,” he said. “Come over.” 

“Please?” Sarah jumped to try to get in the frame and Joel laughed, tilting the camera so she was visible. “It’ll be fun! OH! Spend the night! Come sleep over again, please?” 

Joel tilted the camera so he was back in the frame. 

“You really wanna disappoint my kid?” He asked. “C’mon.” 

“Yeah!” Sarah said, bouncing just out of frame again, just a bit of her bun appearing in the bottom corner as she jumped. “Don’t let down the kid, that’s just shitty.” 

“Hey,” Joel said but you could tell he was trying not to smile. She stopped bouncing. “Language.” 

“Sorry.” 

He turned his attention back to you. 

“Be there in 10,” he said. “Can’t let you just sit and wallow. Need pizza for that.” 

He and Sarah picked you up and Sarah insisted on cranking Taylor Swift in the car, signing Look What You Made Me Do into her water bottle in the back seat while you balanced warm pizza boxes on your lap, trying not to laugh when you and Joel exchanged glances at red lights. 

At dinner, you pulled a pepperoni off your slice of pizza and stuck it on the end of your nose and held very serious eye contact with Joel and Sarah as they spoke, nodding along carefully so as to not disturb the topping dangling from your face. Sarah tried very hard not to laugh and did a pretty good job of it until you made a face at her from across the table when Joel’s back was turned and she cackled, laughing so hard she almost knocked over her soda can.

“You bein’ a bad influence on my kid?” He asked when he handed you the paper towel you’d requested.

“Joel,” you said, deathly serious, pepperoni slice still on the tip of your nose. “I’ve never been a bad influence a day in my life.” 

 After dinner, as Joel did the dishes, you sat on the couch with Sarah and listened as she told you about one of her friends at school who hadn’t been as kind lately. You nodded along until Sarah seemed to run out of steam, slumping down against the cushion with a slightly tired look on her face. 

“Well,” you said. “Have you told her that you’ve been feeling hurt by how she’s been treating you lately?” 

She scrunched her face a little. 

“No,” she said. “But I thought that’d be pretty obvious…” 

You shrugged. 

“Sometimes it’s not. She may not even know she’s doing it. If I were you, I’d tell her that you’ve been feeling hurt and ask if she’s doing OK because it sounds like this is a change for her. If she’s hurting you that might be because her feelings are getting hurt somewhere else.” 

“I hadn’t thought of that,” she nodded a little. “That’s a good idea.”

“I do have those occasionally,” you said and she smiled a little at you. 

The three of you watched part of a movie before Sarah went to get ready for bed and you eavesdropped from the living room as Joel read to her in her room, the door opened just enough to hear when his voice changed with the characters. 

“Peeta sighs,” Joel said like Joel before his voice shifted to something that sounded more boyish but still strong and deep, almost what you remembered from when you first met him. You smiled. “'Well, there is this one girl. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I’m pretty sure she didn’t know I was alive until the reaping…’”

Joel flopped next to you on the couch when he was done and you held out your glass of wine. He took it, taking a big sip before handing it back. 

“You look tired,” you said, holding the glass. 

He shrugged. 

“No days off from this whole dad thing. Don’t really want a day off but still… get tired after a bit.” He looked over at you and smiled a little. “Thanks for talking with her. Think she needs someone like you around.” 

“Oh, someone who managed to tank her relationship and got stuck starting over in her 30s?” You asked. “That kind of someone?” 

He rolled his eyes. 

“A woman…” 

“Oh, is that all?”

He glared at you. 

“A woman,” he said again. “But one who’s lived some life, knows how to navigate the hard shit. One who’s willing to listen to her problems. She’s got me and Tommy for that but can’t help but feel like I’ve let her down by not giving her some kind of… I don’t fuckin’ know, feminine influence.” 

“Ahh yes, the mysterious feminine,” you nodded sagely. Joel picked up a pillow and smacked you in the stomach with it, making you laugh as you caught it and held it to yourself. “Joel, you’re doing great with her.” 

“Yeah?” He asked, serious now. 

“Yeah,” you said, serious, too. “You really are. She’s so lucky to have you, Joel. You have no idea.” 

“I’m lucky to have her,” he said, looking toward Sarah’s room for a moment before turning back to you. “So, you have the kind of bad day that you want to talk about it or the kind of bad day that you want to get fucked up about it?” 

“The latter.” 

“Then chug that wine,” he said, shoving himself off the couch. “And maybe change into your pajamas, I’m getting the tequila.” 

You swapped numbers with Sarah at breakfast the next day. You and Joel were both hung over and trying to pretend like you hadn’t been up until 2:30 on a work night getting hammered until you passed out in a heap on his couch only to be roused by a groggy Sarah at 7 in the morning. 

She’d taken to texting you then, sometimes just silly selfies, sometimes memes you didn’t really get, sometimes with questions about friends at school. You were pretty sure your heart melted the first time she called you Aunt Goldie, a sense of belonging wrapping around you that you’d never really known before. 

“We still on for tomorrow?” Joel asked, eyes following the slow, lazy path your float was making across his pool. “Make a night out of this whole project, kick things off right.” 

“Hell yeah,” you said, drifting back to Joel. He didn’t shove you back out to the water this time. “Did I tell you I’m seeing Anna for lunch? I cannot just go into that blind, I’ll need an out…” 

“She’s doin’ that well, huh?” Joel asked. 

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “She’s supposedly sticking with her program but… I feel like I should be a better sister and try to check in more but then it just feels like babysitting and that doesn’t seem right, either.” 

“At a certain point, she’s gotta do it on her own,” Joel said. “You’re her sister, not her mom.” 

“I know,” you nodded. “But I feel like I should have checked in on her more after our mom died. She was a teenager and I just left her alone…” 

“You were 20 years old,” Joel said gently. “Not like you were equipped for that shit.” 

You shrugged and took another drink. 

“Hey,” he said, nudging your float gently, just enough to make you look up at him. “Don’t be hard on yourself for that. You were handed a shit situation and you did what you could with it. Trust me, I know.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Ended up in a similar boat with Tommy. Spent years - literal years - bailing his ass out of jail and begging him to get his shit together. Eventually he did a stint in the army and got it figured out. At least a bit. She’ll get there. But it’s not your job to get her there.” 

“Yeah,” you sighed. “You’re probably right.” 

“Who, me?” He asked, mocking. “Right? Never thought I’d see the day…” 

“Shove it,” you splashed at him, the water dripping down his face and soaking his t-shirt. You snorted as you watched him fight the urge to laugh. 

“Gonna pay for that,” he said, setting his beer down on the side of the pool and grabbing your float as you tried to paddle away. 

“No!” You shrieked and laughed, shoving your seltzer into the cupholder as more of you ended up in the cold pool water than you really wanted in your rush to escape. 

“You started it!” Joel was leaning precariously over the water now, trying to splash you again while keeping you from retreating. “Shoulda just kept those little hands to yourself…” 

“They’re not little!” 

He yanked your float back toward the side of the pool and nodded down at one of your hands.

“Freakishly small…” 

“Yours are just freakishly big you mutant!” You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and watched as he realized a second too late what was about to happen. 

“Oh shit,” his eyes went wide and you laughed in victory before you pulled him all the way into the pool, jeans and all. He brought you down as he went, the float capsizing and sending you and your mostly empty drink can into the cold water with a sharp yelp. 

You went under, the chlorine stinging your eyes as you twisted and tried to right yourself below the water. You and Joel surfaced at the same time, not even a foot apart and gasping for breath, laughing as you tried to brush your soaked hair back from your face. 

“It’s so cold!” You shivered and splashed at him before crossing your arms tightly over yourself. 

“Why are you complainin’ to me?” He shivered back. “You’re the one who wanted to be in the damn pool…” 

“In the floatie!” You said. “I was mostly dry until you got involved!” 

“Got justice you mean,” he said, reaching for your can and pulling it out of the water, dumping it out before setting it on the side of the pool. “You’re the one who put us in here…” 

“You’re the one who was being mean,” you said, reaching out for him and pressing your cold fingers to his chest, the heat of him still apparent even in the water. You sighed contentedly. “That’s better…” 

“Jesus, what are you, ice?” He griped, tugging you against him with a little yelp. “Gonna fuckin’ freeze to death if you’re not careful… ridiculous…” 

You giggled once but pressed yourself closer to him, soaking up his heat and pressing your cold fingers to his exposed skin. 

“OK, you could be less mean about it,” he said, pulling back from you just enough to scowl down at you. “Frozen fuckin’ hands…” 

You laughed and realized, very suddenly, how close you were to him. You weren’t sure the last time you’d been quite this close to him, the last time you could feel every line of him through his clothes, the last time his mouth had been that close to your own. Your heart sped up. His eyes searched yours and you could feel his breath on your skin and suddenly, you weren’t close enough to him. Not close enough at all. 

“Dad?” Sarah’s groggy voice called from the sliding glass door, making you jump, both of your heads turning toward her. Her face was scrunched and a curl had broken free of its braid, sticking straight out from the side of her head. “Is everything OK?” 

“Course it is, baby girl,” Joel frowned. “Why wouldn’t it be? What are you doin’ out of bed?”  

“You’re being loud,” she groaned. “You’re never loud.”  

“M’sorry kiddo,” Joel said, separating from you and working his way to the edge of the pool, pulling himself out of the water and dripping on the stone edge. “Gimme just a second to get Goldie out of the water before she freezes to death and dry her off, I’ll come tuck you in again in just a minute…” 

“Can I get another chapter?” She said it fast, the words all strung together, her eyes big. “Please? They just got into the arena and…” 

“We’ll see,” he said. “But only because it’s Friday and you’re sleeping over at Emma’s tomorrow so you won’t get one then. Inside, go on.” 

He watched her go and then went to the lounge chair at the side of the pool, getting the only towel he’d brought outside and holding it away from his body, spread open wide. 

“Hurry up, before I change my mind,” he said. 

“Such a gentleman,” you said, trying not to let your teeth chatter and trying to shove the ache that was still growing all hollow and wanting inside you down deep. You got out of the water and he wrapped you tightly in the towel, his arms going tightly around you. 

“Not really,” he said, pulling you back against his broad chest and squeezing you so the water from him soaked into the towel before he shook his shaggy curls over you so drops of water got all over your face as you laughed. “There, cured you of THAT notion…” 

“Thanks so much,” you said wryly as he released you. You turned to face him as he ran his fingers through his soaked hair and his shirt pulled up just enough that you caught a glimpse of the smooth flesh around his hips and you found yourself drifting closer to him again before you stopped yourself. Joel put his arms down and seemed to notice exactly where you were, just looking at you for a moment before he cleared his throat awkwardly. 

“I should go tuck Sarah back in,” he said. “Get into something dry so I don’t get her all soaked…” 

“Right,” you said, stepping back from him. “Sorry we woke your kid up because you just couldn’t leave well enough alone…” 

“I will throw your ass back in that pool,” he said, going to open the door for you. “Don’t try me.” 

“Oh don’t worry Miller,” you teased. “I know just what you’re capable of.” 

He started toward the stairs, a little trail of water in his wake as he went, and you watched the pull of the wet fabric of his shirt over his shoulders. You swallowed, hard.

“I’m just going to head out,” you said and he stopped, turning to frown at you. 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah,” you said. “Really should go wash this chlorine out of my hair. But see you tomorrow?” 

“With the list?” Joel asked. 

“With the list,” you answered. 

“Lookin’ forward to it,” he said, turning to go up the stairs again before looking back over his shoulder. “Drive safe, Goldie.” 

He didn’t wait for a response, just heading for his room. 

Your heart was still racing. 

You left the towel draped over the banister and just pulled on the oversized t-shirt you’d put in your bag before going to your car. 

You tried not to think about Joel as you drove home. 

It didn’t do you any good to think about him that way. It was Joel. He didn’t see you that way, drifting in that direction was what had ruined things so many years before. You’d just gotten him back, things were so good again, you felt like you belonged again, you couldn’t fuck that up, not because you’d never been able to move past a school girl crush. 

But you wanted to kiss him. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him. 

You tried not to think about kissing him. You tried not to think about what happened after the last time you’d kissed him. How quickly everything had dissolved, how you’d gone from picturing a future with Joel - a different one than you’d held in your mind outside of fantasy before - to running as far and as fast as you could in a matter of hours. 

It’s Goldie, he’d said then. It’s the worst thing that could happen, I wish it was anybody else…

You flinched at the memory, shoving it away. No, you didn’t think about that, not when you could help it. Just like you didn’t think about the way Joel’s lips felt against your skin, how his fingers - warm and think - had traced over you, how he made you feel so clearly seen and adored in a way that no one else had before, in a way your husband had never really seemed to. How he still made you feel that way. 

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself as you parked, dropping your head to your steering wheel with a groan before you went in your house, closing your car door with a little too much force. 

You showered and forced yourself to keep your hands away from your aching slit. You were not going to fuck yourself in your bathroom to the idea of sleeping with your best friend. You weren’t. You weren’t a teenager anymore and you weren’t going to act like one. You were better than this.

Your hair was still damp when you gave up on getting any writing or grading done and went to bed, an almost frustrating, throbbing ache between your thighs. You stared at the ceiling in the dark for a while before you all but threw the covers off and rifled through your nightstand for the discreet little pink vibrator you’d bought years ago when you’d first figured out that, while your husband had many talents, making you come wasn’t one of them. 

You went to your usual fallback for porn but didn’t find anything that was really working for you, the ache of longing just getting worse as you gently toyed with your clit under the covers in the dark. Your cunt was slick, your wetness seeping down to your nightie and coating your fingers. It felt like forever that you’d been touching yourself and getting nowhere when the batteries on your vibrator died and you whimpered, kicking your legs down into your mattress in frustration. 

“Goddammit,” you moaned into your pillow, tossing your phone and vibrator aside, the ache in you worse than you’d ever really remembered it being before. There was no way you were going to be able to sleep like this, your whole body drawn tight and needy. You fumbled in your drawer for the charging cable and plugged the vibrator in before sighing and staring up at the ceiling again. 

Your thoughts drifted to Joel again. You couldn’t help it, he’d felt so good against you in the pool. He knew you so well, even after all this time. He kept your favorite snacks at his house and draped a blanket over you when you started getting cold when watching a movie. He was so funny and so handsome it hurt to look at him and he’d felt so fucking good.

Your fingers slipped between your legs again without really thinking about it, brushing against your swollen, sensitive clit. You resisted it for a moment, the idea of falling into the fantasy of you with Joel, but the need drawing everything inside you all tight and molten won. 

It swallowed you quickly once you gave in. 

The memory of him was there at the fore so fast, the way his lips had felt on you so many years ago. How you thought they’d feel against you now. His hands ranged over you, around your waist, down to your hips, his fingers twisting and knotting in the fabric there as he bunched it up to hold you firmer, reach you better. You moaned and rocked into your hand, sliding lower, your palm pressed against your sensitive nub as you slipped a finger inside yourself with a moan. You worked yourself open slowly, your slick making easy work of it, as you imagined it was his hand between your legs, his fingers sinking into you. How he’d take your swimsuit off and line his cock up with your entrance and push inside of you as he moaned your name. How his fingers would grip your flesh, prying at you as though he was trying to take you apart to keep pieces of you for himself. How he’d work himself so deep into you that you were certain no one else had ever come quite so close to climbing into another person’s skin before.  

You rocked your hips against your hand to the thought of him, not sure where memory ended and fantasy began, the fingers not plunging needily into your hole finding their way to your breast, grasping at the soft swell there, your own hand so unsatisfyingly small compared to his. You remembered the way his voice trembled as he breathed your name - his mouth against the tender skin at the base of your ear - as his cock filled you, the whole of him buried inside like he belonged there as he came. 

“Joel!” You gasped as your own orgasm hit, tight channel throbbing around the three fingers you’d managed to fit inside yourself, slick pooling in your palm and your tit filling your other hand. 

You came harder than you had in years, let alone from only using your hand and not your toy. It took you a few minutes to come down from the high of it, indulging in the fantasy of him in a way you hadn’t done since your freshman year of college. He last time you gave into it was back when you’d first started dating Gale but you’d felt so desperately alone, like no one had ever bothered to learn you at all. So you’d let yourself pretend that your best friend was still your best friend, that he loved you the way you loved him and that fucking you hadn’t been some mistake he’d made on prom night. It had seemed the most supreme extravagance, pretending that Joel would have wanted you to come like that with him. It still did. 

You put a stop to all that when Gale proposed, solidifying your relationship in an entirely new way. You tucked the memory of Joel and his body on and within yours away then. You’d never intended to think about him that way again. But then, you’d never intended to get divorced, either. 

“Fuck,” you sighed, shoving yourself out of bed to pee and clean up the mess you’d made of yourself. Before you lay back down, you opened the golden notebook on your bedside table and found the page with the list. You went to the bottom and tried to add another line but the pen in the elastic loop wouldn’t write. You groaned before fishing out the red pen you’d left in your nightstand from a night you were editing in bed from the top drawer. You added two words to the bottom of your list - trying to ignore the way the diamond of your engagement ring caught the light from your lamp, casting little rainbows on the paper - and circled them, pressing the pen into the paper harder than you really needed to. 

“There,” you said, capping the pen and dropping it on the notebook you hadn’t bothered to close. The pen rolled until it came to a stop, the red cap almost pointing to the newly added words as though they needed any more attention. 

That, you thought, was the solution. If you could just figure out how to accomplish that, you could put Joel back in that little box and keep this stupid crush from blowing up your whole life a second time, as long as you weren’t an idiot about it. 

You switched off the lamp and pulled your blankets tightly around yourself, trying to ignore the feeling that the words were glaring at you from their perch on your night stand. They blinked at you like neon behind your eyelids and you tried not to see them in the same way you tried not to think about Joel’s body on yours in the pool as you drifted off to sleep.

Get laid.

Next Chapter

A/N: I just adore these two. Honestly, they keep getting away from me, their conversations are so fun to write and explore that I get lost in what I'm trying to accomplish with a chapter. But that's OK! The ride is the point of this whole fic thing, right?

Thank you for being patient with this chapter! I got a bit sidetracked with another project but I think I'm in a good place to get back to my once a week updates here for a while. I hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait!

Thank you for being here! Love you!!

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 18: Roleplay(I've thought about us for long long time...)

warnings/kinks: vaginal fingering, roleplay, roughhousing/manhandling, mentions of terrorism, reader is a Turk word count: 0.9k pairings: Reno Sinclair x Fem!Reader teaser: “I know you like me…” He mumbles against your skin. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus. @pyrofanatic. @butterflieskeepcominback

Reno and you instantly clicked when you first met. Something about this rambunctious and mischievous redhead really turned you on. And as he continued to train you into a Turk, the more you found yourself falling in love with him. You’d never ever confess it to him, but you and him had a lot of fun toeing the line. Reno does what he can to keep you interested and you do the same for him.

One boring day at the office, you and Reno are practically ripping out your hair due to the frustrations of being so bored. You’re both trying so hard to figure out something to do instead of just waiting around for a new mission. 

Suddenly, he pipes up and he’s got this smug smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. You know nothing good could ever come from this. But you also know you’d rather get up to the no good that he’s planning than to stay bored here alone.

“I’ve got such a good idea,” Reno declares, tenting his fingers. You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Is that right?” You ask, looking up from the magazine you were flipping through.

Reno then flops himself onto the couch next to you, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder. He pulls you in close and takes a moment to look at the magazine you’re reading. It’s got an article about the terrorist group AVALANCHE. He smirks when he notices how much you seem to be paying attention to them.

“Yeah, let’s play a little game of pretend.”

You roll your eyes at his suggestion. This has to be the dumbest idea he’s ever gotten. He looks at your reaction and he pouts a little when he realizes you’re not game to play pretend with him. He crosses his arms over his chest and pouts even more.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! You can pretend to be a terrorist and I’ll be the loyal Turk who’s trying to get you to confess! It’ll be the best learning exercise!”

You had to admit that now that he explained it a bit more, it made a lot more sense. You smirk at him, toying around with the idea of playing the role of your enemy. Reno seems to perk up when he notices the way you’re considering it.

“Alright, let’s do it.”

He cheers happily, pumping his fist in the air. Then he’s quick to get into his role, grabbing you by the wrists and holding them behind your back. You grunt at the force, but you can’t deny it turns you on whenever he manhandles you in this way. It’s not very often he does things like this to you, but whenever it happens you know you’re going to find yourself excited.

“You have every right to remain silent,” he mutters against your ear. “But if you were to maybe praise me…maybe I’d be a little more gentle with you.

You laugh, “Fuck you, you’re not a cop.”

He tugs you even closer to him, holding your wrists even harder. You let out a moan, and this makes his cock throb in his pants.

“Tch, you should know that I’m better than any cop that will come to arrest you.”

You laugh again and this causes him to push you up against the wall. Your cheek is pressed up against the cool wallpaper, and Reno grabs your hair harshly. He pulls your head back and you feel his warm breath on your neck.

“Listen to me, little girl, you’re going to confess your crimes.”

You shake your head, “No!”

He smirks and presses you even harder against the wall. But that’s when you feel something hard poking you from the back, and you look over your shoulder at him.

“I know you like me…” He mumbles against your skin.

You gasp when you feel him kissing your neck. It feels so good for him to finally show you a little affection. You press back against him, noticing his erection even more now.

“What if I do like you?” You ask him, a little breathless now.

This is when he turns you around and pins your wrists over your hair on the wall. He’s so close, using his height to tower over you. Then you feel his lips on yours, and your heart skips a beat.

“Then I think I’ll have to make sure you know your place…”

Without warning, he helps you wrap your legs around his slender form. You moan as he presses his hardened cock against your crotch. Your kisses are even more heated now. His tongue feels so velvety and smooth against yours. 

Reno is so quick to begin undressing you from the waist down, making you so aroused. Your cheeks burn when he takes your panties up to his nose and sniffs them.

“Damn, I’ve always thought you’d smell this good.” Reno praises you.

You have no words to reply with. Your brain is almost blank. When his long fingers begin penetrating you, it gets even worse. He leans in to kiss you, his tongue once again slipping into your mouth. You begin bucking your hips, moving against his fingers.

“Hmm, I knew I could make you confess,” Reno says with a smirk on his face.

“I never said I liked you!” You try to defend yourself, but it’s much too late.

“You didn’t even need to say a thing…”

[lintwriting]

Disney’s Comphet Episode

girl meets world's legacy will most likely be its total flop as a sequel to boy meets world, as well as the worst autism rep ever lol but I'll personally always remember it for how much it FUMBLED THE BAG because it introduced a stupid love triangle.

why were there so many shows in the late 'aughts dedicated to RUINING their shows with pointless ship wars? star vs the forces of evil, danny phantom, and girl meets world are just off the top of my head.

we have these two perfect best friend characters. surprisingly perfect friendship. okay, more like, veering on homoromantic.

(via @forbescaroline)

and then you know what they do with it? They insert the MOST WHITE BREAD ass love interest ever in the form of Lucas.

his defining characteristic is that he's a dreamy goodboy, and there's nothing wrong with that except that he's EXTREMELY boring compared to the oddballs of the rest of the cast, like Farkle or Maya or Riley.

The one thing that subsidizes his bore factor is that all his love triangle ship drama fuels conflict in the show.

he's the straight man--ha, get it? kys

he's dreamy enough to have these perfect friends in conflict over him.

and it kind of ruins the fun of the show.

like, i don't want to see Riley and Maya fight. and they don't even want to fight either. so they're just sighing sadly at each other, meanwhile im over here WHY WOULD YOU EVEN WANT TO DATE LUCAS??

it's giving "she was a girl, he was a boy, can I make it anymore obvious"

like i appreciate a show that demonstrates that girls in competition over a guy DO NOT need to be catty or mean (from what I can remember), but like, this should have been a 1 episode plot AT MOST GOD

they expand on the plot in the most bizarre ways possible too. like i havent watched this show in years, but i still remember this shit.

The premise of the show is that Riley falls into Lucas's lap on a bus in ep 1, so they're basically an end game couple from the beginning. But they have to introduce a shitty love triangle.

So they then have an episode where Maya "acts" as Riley for a day, and while she's acting as Riley, she realizes that Riley doesn't love Lucas and most likely sees him as a brother. which, first of all, is the craziest shit ive ever heard, and second of all

COULD HAVE BEEN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL scene about comphet EVER in a disney kids show.

the DRAMA. the PROJECTION. "she's confused" "feelings you don't understand"

the contrast between what Riley THINKS she feels for Lucas and what Maya feels for Riley. Riley ASKING MAYA "how do I feel, then, maya?" and MAYA's "just tell me what to say" !!! It's the "Good Luck, Babe" of it all!!!!!!!!

it astounds me that this exists in the show! i remembered nothing else about the show EXCEPT for this scene and the terrible autism PSA farkle episode lol.

they use this to fan maya x lucas flames and some drama about maya becoming riley in the last season, which I have zero clue about because all that exists to me is that one crystal clear moment of comphet.

so yeah, while I don't care for sabrina carpenter's music, im extremely happy that she covered chappell roan's "Good Luck, Babe" because it led to this amazing edit that compiles all these moments lol

what a moment. everything, it all has led up to this 67 views edit.

last thing I gotta say, I feel like the drama of "are you becoming me" would've ATE as drama, especially in a sapphic context. like some jennifer's body type shit. instead, it's poorly executed, one-sided, and does harm to both of their characters, from what I've read. BUT LIKE, there's no way it was one-sided. The envy/self-projection thing nor the love!! THEY HAD TO HAVE BEEN RECIPROCAL oh my god i can't Disney was SO CLOSE to greatness WHYYYYYYYYYYY

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 5 : (Caramel Apple) Otis Driftwood

Day 5 of Fictober! I don't have much to say that isn't just a repeat of previous days so I hope you all enjoy! Notes: Minors DNI, Canon typical anything to do with the character, their movie or game. Swearing. There's also no real plot to this one either, just domestic esc stuff. Support me: KO-FI

"God! That stupid Bitch! This was my favorite goddamn shirt."

"Oh boo hoo, the baby's shirt is ruined." Otis remarks.

"Hey if it wasn't for your shifty fucking tie-up job that chick wouldn't of gotten out."

"Fuck you, That was Baby's tie up job and you know it."

"Yeah sure, blame it on Baby"

You flop down onto the bed next to him. Your back against the mattress as you stare up at the ceiling.

"If you're really that fucked up over it, I'm sure mama would fix it for you."

"Careful Otis, I'll think you're turning soft."

"Oh fuck you! I'm trying to help your crybaby ass."

You grin up at him with your back still planted on the bed. He flicks his eyes off whatever he's reading and flick them over your face with a roll of them. He snorts at your grin and shakes his head before tossing the book to the side.

"You love me"

"Fuck you"

"Youuuuuu loveeee meeee" You say dramatically.

"Fuck. you."

You laugh loudly as Otis rolls on top of you. His hands on either side of your head caging you in.

"Softie"

"I should've killed you when you first rolled in"

"Oh please, I'm the life of the party around here"

"This ain't no party"

His brings his hand up to cup your face, moving it from side to side as if inspecting you. It reminded you of what he did when you first showed up. It was only you and your broken down car, for some reason Baby felt inclined to help you instead of luring you back home to be killed and turned into some macabre project and it didn't take long after that for Otis to lay his claim to you.

After that you were easily accepted into the firefly family, just another one of mama's ducklings as if you had been there the entire time.

"You're such a goddamn stick in the mud."

"One of us has to be serious or nothing would ever get fucking done around here."

"Yeah like that girl escaping-"

"Don't"

"You can't make nots for shit."

"You need to learn how to shut your goddamn mouth sometimes."

"I've been running my mouth since I got here and you haven't done anything to me yet."

"The night is still young."

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. Your bliss is interrupted by mama calling you all down for dinner as you shove Otis off of you.

"Last one there has to sit between Baby and RJ!"

"Hey now that ain't fair!"

Otis calls after you, but by then your already halfway down the stairs. He rolls his eyes and huffs as he gets off the bed to follow you, asking himself the same question he has for years, why didn't he kill you ? but answering it himself as he's also done for years. Maybe you really are the life of the party.

[runawaymun]

Have you ever just stared at an idea and couldn't write it? You want to buy it's so you tailored that no one will read it, in fact your scared that people who ship the rare pair might be disappointed with it.

If so how do you deal with it because I am struggling. I lost a lot of my creative drive because I feel like no one wants to hear my stories. Has that ever happened to you?

Sorry to come in and like have a big sad in you inbox but I love your work and I always wonder if other people with such amazing work feel this way too.

Ah, nonnie, you sent this in a little while ago and I was laid flat, so I'm so sorry that it has taken me this long to reply!

But yes, this has happened to me! I think it's very natural. The only way you can get past it is by saying fuck it tbh. Write what you want to write; write what makes you happy!

I thought Stars was going to be way too hyperspecific to me. I hadn't really seen anything like it, and platonic OC & Canon Character fics as a whole rarely see any popularity, but I wrote it with my whole chest and surprisingly it resonated with a lot of people. That happened with Brimbrond (there were like, I think three people who shipped it at the time I started writing Partake), and now with my Zhongli x Baizhu fics, Genshin is such a large fandom and it is such a rarepair. Zhongli is attached to one of the most popular fics in the fandom and Baizhu is simply rarely ever written about. But I love them. And I feel that way about Dehya and Baizhu, too, and plan on writing stuff for them and making art.

Truly the only way to get past this is to write what you love. You don't even have to post it. Write what you want to read. It helps if you can find even one other person who ships the ship and likes your work, and the two of you can scream about it together. I know it really sucks when it feels like no one's reading your work. I've had flop fics myself, and it happens especially with art since people just don't reblog as much as they used to. It can be really discouraging. But you have to do it for you.

If it's really bothering you, then maybe take a step back and just don't post anything. You don't have to post it at all. Write it without posting. Let it be Bad, even. Put your whole chest into it, write whatever tropes you want, skip around. If you're bored then don't write it. If you aren't having fun, don't write it. Skip all the uninteresting parts and just write the shippy nonsense you want to read.

I guess what I keep wanting to say and keep repeating ad nauseam is that you really, really cannot be writing for others. Again, believe me, I know it's disheartening when something flops and you feel like no one wants to read your work, but that's where you have to decide that you're going to write for you.

And if you're burnt out and absolutely nothing is fun, then take a step back and just read. Like, fanfic sure, but I mean a physical book. It'll exfoliate your brain. Read for fun. If you aren't enjoying the book then don't be afraid to DNF it. Play a good story-based video game if that's your thing. Watch a show or a movie and really pay attention to it. When I'm lacking inspiration and everything Feels Bad sometimes I just need to get some input. As it was described to me years ago: your writing brain is like a well. You have to pour good stuff into it. Nothing is written in a vacuum, and if you're struggling to make anything come out it may be because your well is empty, and you just need to top it up a bit.

Anyway, yeah. Enjoy some good fiction. Kill the critic inside your head. Write for you. I am pretty much terrified 100% of the time when I am writing and posting that it won't be good, it'll flop, no one will like it, etc. etc. But you absolutely cannot let that paralyze you into not creating. Don't let the critic in your head win. Tell yourself it doesn't have to be good. Repeat that over and over. It's okay if it's bad. It's okay if it's bad. No one even has to see it.

Plus, when it comes to rough drafts --- accept that it is going to be bad. You are just shoveling sand into a box to build castles with later.

If you want to post, please try to remember that it is a gift to the community. It is a privilege that we get to read other people's work. For FREE. For FUN. And make friends doing it! You do not owe anyone anything. At risk of sounding like a broken record: please, please, please write for you and no one else. If you choose to share it that is up to you, and the rest of us say fucking thank you. The inner critic never goes away. That fear never goes away. I'm so serious. But it's fake. It's so fake. It doesn't matter. Imagine it in a silly, stupid little voice (mine sounds like a whiny kylo ren or sometimes like Donald Trump, and then it's easy to dispel). Tell it to shut up. If it's like 'this is awful' then say 'that's okay. I'm having fun', and if it's like 'no one will read it,' then say 'that's okay, i'm writing it for me,' and then write what you want to write, because you like it and want to read it. Fuck it you ball.

[alwaysjustmina]

It seems this is another one I had never posted here. And I love this dancing series. I posted this back in April of 2023

Dancing in the Dark

Read below the cut or on AO3

Dew sat on the same chair in the corner of Rain’s room, playing on his phone while Rain lounged on his bed.

Dew didn't know Rain had seen him in the corner that day when he slipped quietly in his room and watched him. He let him believe he was unaware of his eyes roving over his body. He had a plan then and he has a plan now.

Rain flopped on his side to look at Dew as he sat there, him being the unaware one this time. Something must have been amusing as he had a slight smile on his face as he perused whatever it was that amused him on his phone. Many would think a smile was rare on that face, but Rain had seen them multiple times. His eyes would be the first to show his mood, you wouldn't notice it if you hadn't seen them up close. The pupils would dilate the smallest amount and then a slow crinkle would start on the edge of his eyes, his brows would lift a fraction, followed by his little nose scrunch, and then the corners of his mouth would lift upwards. Sometimes that is all you would get, which was amazing to see on its own. What was truly dazzling though, was when his lips would part in a grin, his tongue would dart out the smallest bit and then back in, his fangs would rest on his bottom lip, the area they pressed on slightly more rosey than the rest. Rain aimed for those smiles.

As he rested his head on the hand that propped him up, he continued to quietly observe Dew. They had returned to Rain’s room after dinner with the rest of the group, opting to be alone rather than sit with them in the commons watching a movie. Dew had hurriedly changed into softer pants from his jeans so they could lounge and do whatever they pleased. He had decided early on he was slightly cold and pulled a hoodie off of the back of Rain’s door. Rain had watched him do it from his bed, that Dew felt comfortable enough to just do this made his heart fill with warmth. He understood how arousing it was for Dew to see him in his t-shirt now. He kept lifting the collar up around his nose with deep inhalations. His eyes would shutter a little every time at the scent. When the collar wasn't up around his face, he would play with the strings, wrapping them slowly around his fingers and unraveling them again, pressing the ends every so often to his mouth.

Dew still hadn't noticed Rain observing him, which was probably for the best as he had a mischievous smirk on his lips ready to put his next plan into action.

"Hey, you care if I turn the speaker on? I don't feel like putting my earbuds in."

Dew just nodded thinking nothing of it, returning to whatever he was doing on his phone.

While Rain didn't want too much interest yet he was a little miffed that he didn't even look up. He wouldn't be able to resist what was coming.

Rain stood to turn on the speaker, and lower the lights a bit. Turning on a few lamps around the room and turning off the overhead. Still nothing from Dew that he even noticed.

Rain sat back down on the floor this time and pulled his phone down to start the new playlist he made just for Dew.

I've been a bad, bad girl

I've been careless with a delicate man

Rain casually sat against the bed, legs crossed as he started singing quietly to himself.

I've done wrong and I want to suffer for my sins

Starting to get slightly annoyed that Dew still hadn't looked up he became a bit louder.

And I need to be redeemed to the one I've sinned against, because he's all I've known of love

"Trying to tell me something?" Dew finally looked up from his phone, making direct eye contact with Rain. The corners of his mouth up in a small smirk.

Rain shrugged, "Nope, I just enjoyed the song."

"Hmmm. Really?"

"Yep."

"Ok." Dew stared at him a moment longer, trying to figure out the game, and then went back to his phone.

Hmm. Maybe that was the wrong song to start with. He grabbed his phone and scrolled to the next one.

You make it look like it's magic

Cause I see nobody, nobody but you

Dew looked back up again. Putting his phone aside to see what Rain was up to. Finally having his whole attention he started his plan.

You're my favorite kind of night

He licked his lips as he got up on his knees from the floor.

You're always worth it

He slowly lifted his t-shirt off his body with one hand, rubbing his other along the line of chest following the shirt as it left his body. His hips started to sway slowly from side to side as he lowered his face to look at the floor. Bringing his thumb up to play along his bottom lip, spreading the wetness along it. He raised his eyes to look through his long dark lashes at Dew.

Dew had his elbow on the arm of the chair, with his fingers holding his temple while he took in Rain. His eyes hot and smoldering, and as Rain pushed his thumb in his mouth, Dew inhaled sharply, leaving his mouth slightly agape as he watched.

Rain ran his hands back along his body, keeping his face angled down, his hair falling to cover his eyes. He slowly traveled his hands down to the button on his jeans, popping it open, to see more of that chiseled waistline. He looked back at Dew as he unbuttoned them. His eyes were trained on his fingers. When Rain made no motion to continue his eyes darted back to meet his.

"Rain," he breathed.

"Mmhmm?"

"Come here."

Rain gave him a sultry smile and bit his bottom lip as he dropped to all fours and slowly made his way across the floor to where Dew sat waiting for him.

As Rain moved he would arch his back and drop it back down, accentuating the lines of his body. The perfect lines of his body, arching, writhing, his ass squeezable, fuckable. Dew salivated as he watched him.

When he approached Dew, he kept his head low, nudging at Dew's ankle, biting at the hem of his pants and placing a light, chaste kiss on the bone. Changing from extremely sexy to sweet in an instant, Dew sighed at the sensation. He didn't stay at his ankle though. He brought his hands up to grab at his legs as he slowly lifted his body. He ran his hands up and down Dew’s legs as he placed his head on Dew’s thigh looking up at him again through his long eyelashes.

"Hey," Dew looked down at him. "What're you doin'?"

"Trying to show you something." Rain turned his head as he said it, mouthing at his thigh.

"And that'd be?"

Rain shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to be blatantly obvious with his carefully thought out plan.

Dew brought his hand not holding his head up to push it through Rain’s soft, dark hair, continuing his caress onto his neck, grabbing the back of it and moving him closer.

"Fucking kiss me," he begged.

Rain crushed their lips together, pressing himself between Dew’s open legs, bringing his arms around to sit on his hips and pull him closer to him. Dew groaned into his mouth when his cock made contact with Rain’s chest as he pressed into him. He pulled away, spit connecting their mouths, "Fuck, Rain, you are so fucking hot."

Rain had already moved onto his neck when he whispered that into his ear and growled, biting down on his lobe.

"Do you want my surprise?"

"Surprise? What surprise?" Dew asked with obvious confusion.

"Yes or no?"

"Of course yes, I want whatever you want to give, do, whatever."

Rain pushed Dew back on the seat and stood up. He turned back around to step back to his phone. When Dew saw he was leaving he grabbed quickly onto his hips and pulled him down onto him, biting his shoulder, "Don't go," he whined.

"You said you wanted the surprise."

Dew huffed under his breath and ground his cock into Rain, as he continued to suck on the mark he had started.

Rain laughed and pulled Dew's hands from his hips and quickly separated from him.

He turned around after he took several steps away. "Just give me a second, you will like this."

He quickly grabbed his phone and changed the song.

Home in the valley

Home in the city

As the song started, he turned back to Dew, who again was one the edge of his seat, and pushed him back to be flush with the back of the chair. As Dew complied he brought his legs up to straddle his body, and heard Dew gasp.

Burn out the day

Burn out the night

I can't see no reason to put up a fight

Rain pulled Dew’s hands to sit astride his hips as he descended and kissed him again. He pulled his bottom lip in his mouth, biting the soft flesh between his fangs. Letting go and licking at the indentations he made, making sure he didn't pierce the skin. He licked his tongue into Dew’s open mouth, finding his tongue meeting him on the journey.

As his mouth and hands were now occupied, Rain started moving his hips, swaying them side to side, up and down along with the beat of the song. Dew definitely noticed, as he whimpered into the kiss.

"Like that?" Rain asked as he pulled away.

Dew didn't answer, he just stared at Rain, enraptured, eyes glazed over and mouth open.

Rain continued what he was doing, leaning backwards, holding onto the side of the chair for balance, he moved his body in ways Dew had never seen him do before.

I'm livin' for giving the devil his due

And I'm burnin', I'm burnin', I'm burnin' for you

Dew watched as he held onto Rain’s ass, grabbing and trying to pull him closer. He could see his stomach muscles tighten as he went bent back and forth, grinding into Dew harder and harder on each pass.

On his next pass closer to Dew he whispered in his ear, "I AM burning for you."

"Fuck Rain," was all Dew could manage.

Rain reached to pull Dew's shirts off. "I now understand why you liked seeing your shirt on me, so fucking hot." He tossed them somewhere behind him on the floor.

"You're hot."

"I want to slide down on your cock, while you sit here, would you like that?"

He could see Dew visibly swallow and nod his head.

"I thought you would," he murmured into his ear.

Rain stood in a fluid motion, none of his normal fumbling were present, he was all grace and elegance. Rain stood directly in front of Dew as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down. "Fuck," Dew whispered as he realized Rain wasn't wearing underwear.

As Rain continued the last of removing his clothes, Dew reached and pushed his pants down.

The song switched again as Rain sat in Dew’s lap facing away from him.

You make it look like it's magic

'Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you

He pulled Dew's hands to sit on his hips again as he rutted down to push onto him. Dew leaned forward to place fervent kisses along his shoulders.

"I am so hard, you are so-so sexy."

Rain didn't need Dew to tell him that, he could feel him pressing up inside him.

So I'ma care for you, you, you

He leaned back, his back flush with Dew's chest, placing his head on his shoulder as he looked up at Dew. Bringing his hands up he run them through his hair.

"Do you want me like this?"

"Fuckkkkkkk, I want-I want you however you want to, I just- want you now," he could barely understand Dew with all the stumbling.

Rain reached down by the side if the chair and pulled out a bottle of lube, putting some on his fingers, he reached behind him and started to press a finger into himself.

Dew watched as he did this, he couldn't not, he was directly in front of his face. As Rain pushed his finger in and out, Dew took the lube and put some on his hand as well. Before Rain could place another inside himself, Dew offered his finger, tapping at his entrance. Rain removed his, and let Dew continue, he pushed two fingers into his body. Moving them slowly, until Rain pushed back gyrating his hips into him.

Before Dew could decide to add another, Rain turned and grabbed Dew, spreading his hot precome up and down his length. As soon as he decided he was sufficiently wet enough he turned and slid back to sit on his length, sliding onto Dew in one pass. When he was seated inside, he paused to adjust to the feel.

Dew grabbed his hair pushing it to the side and sucked the skin from his neck into his mouth. If Rain moved front and back it would pull that skin from Dew’s mouth, instead, he pushed his pelvis out and in to feel the friction they both so desperately desired.

Dew continued to suck skin into his mouth between panting breaths.

"Like it?" Rain asked.

Dew again didn't, couldn't answer and instead grabbed Rain’s cock in his hand, and groaned into his neck.

Their pace picked up as they both pulled closer to the edge. Both moaning.

"If you continued to move like that I am going to come." Dew growled.

Rain didn't stop moving, he was so close to his release as well. He only pushed harder and harder into Dew.

He could feel Rain tighten his muscles as he was close, and then when he felt it around where he laid buried inside it was too much, too good. He let go with enough force to lift the both of them off the chair. His body going almost completely verticle from a seated position.

Feeling Dew’s hot come in his body, triggered Rain’s release. As he came, Dew nipped again at his neck and whispered the next line from the song.

Cause you're perfect

You're always worth it

And you deserve it

The way you work it

'Cause you earned it

Rain moaned, he didn't know Dew knew this song.

He slouched back into Dew as they both returned to the present, cold sweat breaking out across their bodies. Dew wrapped his arms around Rain keeping him close.

"You want to move?" Dew asked.

"No, stay together, don't leave."

"Never, I promise, babe." Dew pulled a blanket from a basket next to the chair to drape over their quickly cooling bodies as Rain brought his legs in to snuggle closer.

"Didn't know you knew that song," he whispered, practically asleep.

Dew didn't answer back, when he went to he realized Rain had falling asleep as he whispered, "You're fucking perfect and always worth it."

[verycharismaticdragon]

On Air Island - chapter 1 - part 8

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First things first, I'm back from my vacay, so bye-bye broken formatting and editing on the phone!

Meanwhile, we have reached the last installment in Chapter 1. Without further ado, let's tune in!~

(the transcript is available below the poll, under keep reading)

And that's it for Chapter 1! Everyone of note has shown their faces, though we will get to know them better with time. Or not, depending on our choices?.. Anyway, we will be starting Chapter 2 with the next choice! Speaking of which,

Transcript legend:

In-game text

Character speaking: dialogue line

regular chat message Donation: donation message

available donation messages

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|| 🏅 award (achievement) collected ||

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Hanse: Oh......? I've never met you before.

[player] donated 50 Small Spade: Okay, let's talk about what happened earlier.

Hanse: Uh, uh, uh...... that, that's......

BurBur: Hahahahah kimbab: He's telling him

Haggai: Hmm? Do you want to say something?

ReVeLub2: You should have said it then LockHim: Yeah

Hanse: Actually, before I got here......

[Hanse explaining himself] [small chattering sound]

KimPearl: That's a bit too much CloseEye: Fyuh thanks god he talks about it

Hanse: ....something happened. { …and that’s what happened. }

ImABear: It's too frustrating and i was gonna stop watching BegLove: Me too

Hanse: I was wondering if it was what Haggai had ordered.

Igiveu: Haggai? NARICHAN: That's too much nazang12: ikr

Haggai: Oh... ... ...It did happen, and it must have surprised you. { Oh… So that’s what happened. You must’ve been very surprised. }

Haggai: It was a festival we've been looking forward to for a long time, so we must have been very sensitive. { It’s a festival we've been looking forward to for a long time, so everyone was very sensitive, it seems. }

winkhans: Not so sensitive Universe: I did not get why they took off his clothes, give him some reward

Haggai: I'll take care to prevent the same thing from happening. Bjorn, please.

123123: Hmmm CloseEye: Can we believe it... GuardHim: Idk danchu1: The villagers were so harsh

Bjorn: … ...Yes, please. { ……Yes. Please leave it to me. }

Haggai: Since it was my fault, I'll make the penalty easy for you. Come this way.

Hanse: Ah... ... Yes! Gentlemen, I'll be back!

ilovebts: Bye~ LookOnly: Good luck!

[loud and small shouting] [sound of things banging]

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Haggai: Mmmm. That's enough for now. Thank you for your help, Hanse.

Haggai: You may now go back to your group. || 🏅 Fulfillment of a Penalty ||

cnbuild: Finally, it's done outnow: Hanse looks so tired, be gentle with him WALKOAI: You didn't even feed him and what is this? Mr.Go: Empty stomach exercise

Hanse: Hmph, hmph...... thank you! Now, if you'll excuse me first!

hansevly: You've worked hard... License: Why is he so weak? He is an idol isn't he? SirNine: That's why he is a flop Universe: Try to do it yourself ha

[loud and small shouting]

Hanse: Ah... ... I'm so hungry, I can't move anymore. I'll just go a little slower because I don't want to fall over.

KimBokC: Be careful HsWAVE: Is there any meal? weekend donated 5 Ordinary Heart: Get some money from the donation and let's buy some food Hanse!

Hanse: What? With the donation you got? Really......? I didn't even think about it......! { What? Use donations? Really……? I didn't even think about that……! }

ottse: Wow nice hanseria: Yeah WOLKER: Let's just try everything Thiefin: You should ask Nari to help to get some food Expose: Clinging to Nari again? Unknown: Nari is full of people clinging to her

Hanse: Well, then, this is the time....... I'll show my professionalism.

Hanse: I'll do anything! Please donate to me!

Sing! (Claps) Sing! (Claps) Sing! (Claps)

Dance! (Claps) Dance! (Claps) Dance! (Claps)

How about going old-school and taking off your t-shirt?

[itwoodbeprefect]

5, 8, 13, 37!

5. Share one of your strengths.

i was trying to think of something i haven't answered to this type of question in similar ask games before, so i'll go with a slightly sideways take and say, hey, i like my own writing. which is great! it means i get to have fun writing it, and it's (mostly) not a chore to read it a dozen times, and then once it's posted i optionally get to sit down and read this story i like that checks off a whole bunch of specific things i want from fic. i would never ever have been able to write as much as i have, or learn to write as well, if i didn't enjoy reading my own writing.

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8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

this is from something that still hasn't been posted (though soon, hopefully. let's ignore that i've been thinking that about this fic for at least six months), but i think it's a fun exchange that fits the way steve and danny express their love through their bicker-banter dynamic, and i really enjoy how this flows with the bits of description too:

The door to the master bedroom doesn’t creak either, but the bed rustles when the dark shape of Steve’s head pops up. “What’s happening?” Steve asks, at a tone a touch too proud to be a whisper. He doesn’t sound like Danny just woke him up, but that might just be Steve’s Steveness.

Danny pauses at the foot of the bed regardless. He’s tired, so he figures it’s best to go hard on the offensive rather than prepare for a lengthy sparring session. A little too much truth usually does the trick. “I miss you.”

“I’m right here,” the Steve shape says, from right there.

Like Danny doesn’t know that. “I know that,” he says, because he does know that. He knew that even when he was in the other room, and it didn’t functionally change anything. “Did I say I was being rational about this?”

The Steve shape is quiet for a moment, like he’s waiting Danny out. “Well, what are you doing all the way over there?” he asks eventually, like that’s the part of what Danny is doing that’s insane.

Danny’s chest finally feels whole again, but he ignores it because he’s busy walking around the bed and getting in under the sheet and complaining. “You hadn’t invited me yet. I’m not in the habit of climbing into other guys’ beds uninvited.”

Steve flops down on his front, muttering right into his pillow, “Yeah, you are.”

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13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

show don't tell? which is tricky because like almost any writing advice, it's not a magical rule that always applies and can never be broken, and you do need to learn how to apply it well. but oooh. ohoho. if a newer writer starts figuring this out, it levels up their writing tenfold. i know mine got better when i started doing this more intentionally.

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37. Talk about your current wips.

oooh, i don't even know what counts as a current wip for me at the moment, so this will be very scattered. but i guess the things that have been on my mind the most are the last chapter of A flip-flop state of mind (it will happen! at some point!); the nearly finished h50 fic that the snippet above is from (which is superficially about junior moving out of the mcgarrett home, but that's just a cover for a very domestic getting together fic); another h50 fic that's, well, more domesticity (but established relationship), and is 95% dialogue so far, though it's not supposed to become a dialogue-only fic; somehow two different starsky/hutch fics of which both are in some way inspired by a song by dutch singer boudewijn de groot; another starsky/hutch fic based on a dutch song, only this time it's by someone else (and more actively relevant to the fic. i may end up translating the whole song if this fic ever gets posted, purely as optional context); a bad buddy fic in which pat and pran's respective best friends try to be annoying (affectionately) but get outclassed by patpran's competitive streak, and they all acknowledge (some with more dismay than others) that they've become friends; and finally another bad buddy fic which. i think it's done, probably. it's been done for weeks, i just can't decide if i like it the way it is or if i need to figure out a way to switch a certain part up before i hit post. i think at least in part it's that i'm running into the inherent difficulty in getting a character to Sound Right through a translation, which has made me go "oh my god how did i do that" a lot at the many many years i was constantly writing dutch fic for english media. but i'll figure it out! i hope.

[visualtaehyun]

Rules: List 10 of your comfort shows, then tag 10 people

Thanks for tagging me y'all @sorry-bonebag @twig-tea @rocketturtle4 ✨

My criteria for a comfort show are gonna be 1) any piece of media 2) that I've watched more than once and 3) that I will keep reaching for. That's it. I can't even explain what the common denominator is tbh?? It's just- the kinda movie or show that I need on DVD to easily put on again and quell the brain worms (yes, I physically own all but #4-#6).

1. My School President: What can I say, this show took me entirely by surprise! I started watching a few days before episode 4 aired - aka the pinky touch ✨ the conversation in the stairwell ✨ and the origin of Gem4th's fanclub name being Khun Nuu ✨ - and fell right in love with it. I love musical storytelling, I love coming of age stories, I love a good romance, and I love found family/friend group dynamics so this really hit the spot for me. I guess these apply to a bunch of my choices for this tag though haha

2. Cutie Pie: I've talked about this show in another tag game (as "A show people find bad but you will defend") and all of that still holds true so I won't repeat it here. I'll just add that this show introduced me to Nunew who's my favorite artist these days. :)

3. Love In The Air (Love Storm): Yup! The show that most people on here seem to recall as that extra horny one lol It's one of the first Thai QLs I watched along with as it aired, maybe even the first one. I started watching when episode 2 came out, I think? And I just loved the D/s-dynamic, lovable brat Rain, and these rookie actors so much that I not only went looking for the bts, cast reactions, and interviews but I even started following Twitter translators for the show and cast. This show (and ZeeNunew lol) was basically my introduction to how the Y industry works, what Thai fanclubs are like, and got me well and truly interested in learning Thai. I think I've seen it enough times to speak along by now cause I also used my familiarity with it to study Thai. And now that BossNoeul are finally getting a new show, I'm really looking forward to seeing them in new roles!

4. Not Me: It's simply brilliant. And it's so grounded! You know how lots of tops in Thai QLs are rich, a CEO, drive a supercar, and live in a gorgeous modern home with huge windows (and death stairs lmao)? I love that Not Me starts in a place of privilege but has White leave that behind pretty early on. Bangkok really is a city where you can constantly see the divide between rich and poor. So I appreciate this show even more after having been to Bangkok. Not Me's characters look unfiltered and real and that's how the entire show feels as well. I just love what P'Nuchy has given us here! Oh and +1 for White narrating his entire story, I just kinda love that in general (also enjoyed Kawi narrating Be My Favorite). The next two kinda fall into one category: shows I loved as a kid, remembered - found - rewatched as a teen, and still fondly remember.

5. Kamikaze Kaito Jeanne: This is a magical girl anime that I first would have seen on TV in 2001. In hindsight, this show's religious themes may have influenced me in my love for fictional faith and devotion. Just a thought, haha, totally don't have more than one dnd character who is majorly connected to divinity, faith, and devotion, even though I personally am agnostic...

6. The Weekenders: I routinely cite this as my favorite cartoon (and I watched- just- So Many as a kid omg). Since I watched this on German TV, I only know the German dub which was honestly really fun. If any Germans read this and have seen that show: Wirsing! The rest is movies all the way down!

7. Timeline: A 2003 movie with a bunch of well-known actors that arguably qualifies as a B movie because it flopped so hard at the box office. It's my trash though. I chose it at the video store, brought it home, loved it, and then proceeded to rent it like once a year lol! It's basically a bunch of archeologists and history nerds travelling back in time to the Hundred Years War to save their professor. It has my preferred time travel dynamic of Everything is fixed and whatever traces in time you leave were already there to begin with.

8. Inception: There's several Christopher Nolan movies I love but this one is just so grand and fun and maybe I also had a bit of a crush on Elliott Page back then 👉👈 I'm a born nerd so naturally teen-me used "Non je ne regrette rien" as my alarm for years lmao This category is basically just Disney & co. musicals lol

9. Mulan (1998): If you asked me to choose my favorite from the entire classic Disney musical line-up, it would always be this one. It's the queerest, of course I'd always choose it!

10. Anastasia: You know, I looked at my shelf full of cartoon musicals- no wait, High School Musical and Pitch Perfect are next to them, hm, wELL- at my movie musicals shelf and it came down to choosing between this one and The Swan Princess (1994). And this one just kinda won out because "Once Upon A December" is impeccable! And now I've got it stuck in my head 👍

Since it took me a few days to get back to it, this has clearly made the rounds already. Who to tag?? Uh-- @pharawee @airenyah @telomeke and whoever sees this and wants to do it of course!

[milkman-zahhak]

Cal and Leo Halloween special PART 2

I hope you guys enjoy, this one is kinda longer than usual- or maybe it just feels that way because it gets a bit deeper than just horny ramblings this time. Or tries to, idk, don't wanna give myself too much credit. also, it's nothing too serious, but I feel like I should put a trigger warning for religious trauma implications? I'm an autistic virgin loser so obviously I've never been in such a situation in which I was able to express these things verbally with another person, but considering I'm pulling the emotion/train of thought directly from my own head, It's probably safe to say that this situation could feasibly match up for someone out there.

As usual, read the red text up here first! Even though it's taken somewhat seriously as a story, THIS POST CONTAINS KINK/FETISH MATERIAL having to do with BELLIES FULL OF FOOD and the effects thereafter! This story has a bit of everything for everyone, it has SAY GEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS, we're gonna be talking about the PENIS, we'll be talking about ERUCTO, do you think that's funny, butthead? do you find it amusing that we'll be talking about EPROCTO (mentioned), EMETO (mentioned), belly stuffing, oral receival of genital emissions (idk a clean way to say that one honestly) BDSM dynamics, and.. we will definitely be spending a lot of time talking about MASTURBATION! and for the YouTube movie-critics, we even have a realistic depiction of a panic attack! /ref

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(continuing from PART 1) Leo couldn't help but grin as Cal chose the second option, seeing it as a challenge rather than a punishment. This was going to be interesting. He stood up and walked over to grab the remaining three bags of candy and bring them closer to the bed, so Cal didn't have to get up. Cal watched Leo with anticipation, excitement and a bit of nervousness mixed in.

Cal requested to clean up first, wash the candy residue off his hands and face, and change into more comfortable clothes. Leo agreed that this was in both of their best interests. Watching Cal waddle out of the room to the bathroom, Leo felt a sense of satisfaction settle deep inside him. Once the door clicked shut, he let out a huge sigh and flopped onto the bed, only to tensely curl up in thought. He. Just. Did. That.

Leo tried not to think with his dick, but lately, letting his dick have a little authority in his decision-making has proven to yield very desirable results. One of the most obvious and important ones being that he now has a boyfriend, which in his mind, was previously a dream equivalent in attainability to winning the lottery. His bold choices, at least when made around Cal, seem to be worth the gamble. It was exhilarating, to say the least. He sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, looking at the three bags of candy on the floor of Cal's room.

As Cal took his sweet time in the bathroom, delaying the inevitable, Leo couldn't help but let his imagination run wild…

He had never been one to take charge, always letting Cal lead the way. But seeing how easily Cal was falling into this game... how he seemed to enjoy the idea of being punished for something so trivial, Leo felt a surge of confidence.

God, he had always been attracted to Cal's confidence, how sure he was of himself and his decisions, and now that Leo had taken charge, even if it was just for a simple thing like this, he couldn't help but feel like he was living out one of his many fantasies in a dream rather than real life. Seeing Cal's willingness to play along was making Leo's heart race with excitement.

He knew that Cal could probably see right through him, that all he had to do was show any sort of opposition or refusal, and Leo would have instantly backed out of this whole act and done whatever it was that Cal suggested instead. If Cal had said "no, Leo, that's a dumb idea and I don't know what made you think you have that kind of authority over me, lmao" Leo would have agreed and would never try to pull that kind of shit again.. It's not like Cal had ever denied him anything before, but this was the first time he's tried actively taking charge- the fact that Cal, the guy who called all the shots, was allowing Leo to set the rules so easily... It made him feel powerful in so many different ways.

  Cal stepped out of the shower, taking note that as he rubbed the washcloth around his middle, his lower belly still felt hard and yucky. Not bloated, he wasn't very gassy (anymore). But bloated with a solid hunk of sugar. Try as he might, he wasn't able to make any progress on the toilet, so everything from last night still sat low in his gut somewhere. He didn't feel sick anymore, but he sure as hell didn't feel hungry. He felt like he had a trick-or-treat bowl-filler sized bag of candy in his belly. Which makes sense, all things considered- yes, that is the exact situation he seems to be in right now.

As he dried off, he couldn't help but think that Leo's attempts at dominance were more adorable than anything else. Cal had always been the assertive one between them, the one who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. Seeing Leo suddenly get confident in his decision making was a shock, but a welcome one he had been hoping to experience for years. He hoped his willingness to play along would encourage Leo to speak his mind more often. Cal was willing to be kinky, to try new things, but he doesn't have anything he's dying to try out on his own. He knew Leo had numerous tastes and that he had spent his whole life up until now denying himself the pleasure to explore any of them outside of his computer screen when he thought he was all alone.

He thought back to his days making fetish videos, the kinds of comments and requests he would get, how many new things he learned about simply from the interactions he got on his own content. He could only imagine what kinds of things a freaky little web sleuth like Leo is probably itching to see. He wants to show his socially-underdeveloped boyfriend that this is a safe space to do stuff like that.

Cal returned to the room, dressed comfortably in sweats and a loose t-shirt. He approached Leo hesitantly, "Can I eat normal food between the bags of candy? To switch up the palate?" he asked, trying to hide the slight tremor in his voice.

Leo looked up at Cal, feigning a stern expression. He knew that Cal had a point, the last thing he wanted was a repeat of the events of their notorious pizza movie night and let Cal push himself until he puked, but he wanted to see how far he could push this new dynamic too. He crossed his arms and leaned back on the bed, "Hmmm, I don't know. That sounds like you're trying to cheat the system." Leo said, trying to sound authoritative. "Also, really bold thing to ask. Is the candy really not enough for you? I know you love challenging yourself but I'm not stupid, if one bag of candy had you passed out all messy on your bed like that, I don't think you'll make it through 3 more bags and then 3 meals on top of it"

Cal bit his lower lip, looking down at the floor. He knew that Leo didn't really mean it, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. "Please, Leo? I know what you mean, it's just- I gotta change the flavors or else I get sick of eating, like, sweet sugary candy in one sitting." Cal persuaded, "I know you don't want me to puke it all back up... we have the whole day, right? breaks would make it easier for me to eat all of them..."

Leo paused for a moment, pretending to think it over. Inside, he was fighting a smile. This was fun. "I'll think about it," he finally said, "maybe if you can behave yourself." Cal's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide the grin spreading across his face. "Thank you, Leo!" He said, relief evident in his tone. Leo's heart skipped a beat at Cal's enthusiasm. He felt greedy and selfish for just how much he enjoyed when Cal was so eager to please him. He liked it. He liked it a lot. He didn't feel like he deserved any of it though.

Leo really isn't used to allowing himself to feel pleasure (especially not sexual pleasure, and ESPECIALLY especially not something degenerate like a fetish) without drowning himself in equal- if not greater amounts of guilt afterwards to make up for it. But, as he's recently learned to do, he let his dick do the thinking for now- and he would punish himself for it at a later time. Right now, he had a cute, squishy, eager man, quite literally at his feet and ready to obey his commands.

"Now come here and sit down," Leo commanded gently, patting the spot next to him on the bed. Cal obeyed, sitting down on the bed, lying back against the pillows.

Leo reached for the first bag of candy, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. This was uncharted territory for him, but he was enjoying the control. He rummaged through the bag, inspecting the contents carefully. "Hmmm," Leo started, "What's this? A pack of Sour Patch Kids?" he asked teasingly, inspecting the candy in his hands, pulling it out for a closer look. "I really don't like sour candy, so I've never tried 'em. You do though, right? are they any good?"

Cal was a bit flustered by the suspiciously sudden change in attitude, but he couldn't help but smile. "I mean not if you don't like sour candy," he said playfully, "that's kind of the main appeal of it, it's in the name and everything." Leo laughed via a short burst of air out of his nose, then rolled his eyes "No, dipshit! I mean like if you're someone who does, is it good in terms of sour candy, or is it mid compared to something else? Like, how in terms of lollipops, Dum Dums are way better than Blow Pops."

Cal thought for a moment, locking in and taking this into serious consideration. "Uh, hmmm.. kinda hard to say since Sour Patch Kids are, like, their own thing altogether. I guess those Trolli worms are comparable- and they're more fun to eat, but I haven't had 'em in years, so I don't know where they rank flavor-wise.."

Careful not to smile too big or get too casual just yet. He wanted to make sure Cal knew that he was serious about this.

Leo spoke up, taking advantage of the fact that Cal was going to be chewing, "Well, then," he started, opening the wrapper and popping a Sour Patch Kid into Cal's mouth, "Since, none of this is gonna taste very new to you, because you already taste tested everything last night..." Cal looked away at this, and let out a soft sigh as the candy started to disintegrate on his tongue, savoring the sweetness before it turned sour, trying not to think too hard about his embarrassing Halloween-night binge. Leo continued, "Let's make sure you don't forget the taste today.~"

Leo couldn't help but stare, watching as Cal's lips closed around the candy, just barely avoiding biting the hand that fed him. Instead, he felt the humidity of Cal's breath on his fingertips for a moment. He watched the tip of his tongue poking out after the fact to lick the sugar residue off his lips. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a jolt straight to Leo's groin. He cleared his throat, trying to regain composure as he fed his roommate the rest of the sour candies, and grabbed another different piece of candy while he chewed the gummy.

Leo picked up a Milky Way bar from the bag, examining it between his fingers. He set it aside, dug through the bag, and set a few more aside into a small pile beside him. Cal watched longingly, Milky Ways were his favorite chocolate!... aside from 100Grands. or Twix. He had a lot of favorites.

He felt a twinge of jealousy as he watched Leo's thumb trace the ridges of the wrapper, considering if he should give it to him or eat it himself.

Cal couldn't help but whine softly, "Leoooo, please don't eat that. That's my favorite!" He looked at Leo with puppy eyes, hoping it would make him reconsider. Leo smirked, knowing exactly how much Cal loved Milky Ways. He unwrapped the bite-sized mini candy bar and ate it hungrily, watching Cal squirm. "Aww, come on Leo! That's not fair! You know it's my favorite too!" Cal whined. Leo chuckled and continued to pick out the Milky Ways to put in a separate pile for himself "Duh, Cal. This is supposed to be a punishment for you, not a treat."

Leo opened another one, taking a small bite. "I haven't eaten anything yet, y'know. I haven't even had breakfast. I woke up to find you'd been gorging yourself, remember?" Cal's eyes followed the motion of Leo's jaw, watching as he chewed the chocolate. He felt a mix of annoyance and arousal. But then Leo spoke again, "Besides, you should be grateful that I'm eating this instead of you. This is lightening your load after all." Cal groaned internally. It was true. He knew that he couldn't argue with Leo's logic. Every candy eaten by Leo was a piece of candy that he wasn't going to have to eat himself, but that didn't stop him from trying. "I wanna at least enjoy the flavors before I start to get really full, pleeeaaase?" Cal begged, but Leo only laughed in response.

Leo took another bite, savoring the taste of caramel and nougat. "Dude, no. You can't get me on this, you already decided to 'enjoyed the flavors' last night," he said with a mouthful, "This is all on you... mph.. Don't worry, I'm only eating some candy to hold me over until I can make breakfast," he swallowed before continuing to speak, "...Besides, it's not like I'm gonna eat all of them, I'm not a hog like you, heh. You'll still get to eat Milky Ways, just not yet."

Leo grinned, taking advantage of Cal's vulnerability and feeding him another piece of candy, watching him struggle to keep up with the pace. "This'll make up for it, right?" He cooed, unwrapping chocolate candies and gently pressing them to Cal's lips for him to eat. He was really getting into his role.

The tension in the room was palpable as Cal's cheeks began to puff out, looking more and more like a squirrel hoarding food. He tried his best to chew as fast as possible, but the sheer volume of sugar was starting to overwhelm him. Cal's cheeks were flushed, and Leo couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction seeing him like this. The candy was having the desired effect, making him regretful and desperate for relief.

Cal would try swallowing multiple times in a row, little by little, all with his mouth still full. Leo stopped and waited a little longer each time, seeing as Cal was taking longer and longer to actually force anything down. Once he seemed to finally swallow the mouthful he was on, Leo popped another piece of candy into Cal's mouth, a simple, sticky, wrapped caramel square. Cal tried to protest, but all that came out was a muffled moan as he struggled to chew. The first of the 3 remaining bags is almost gone now.

Leo held another chocolate up to Cal's lips, expecting him to take a few moments before letting it in, but a few moments passed, and then more. The chocolate was melting on Cal's lips, which were pursed shut, still chewing the caramel. "You can't delay the inevitable, bud.." Leo joked, but Cal didn't seem to find it funny. He seemed to be more focused on himself.

He swallowed down some of the caramel, his stomach bubbling as he did so. Another attempt to swallow, and another. With a final, strained gulp, he'd managed to push the sticky candy down his throat. Before anything else could be shoved in, he turned his head away "Leo..." Cal managed to choke out, "I...I need a break... don't feel good." He gasped. "Too sweet.. sticky.. can't swallow..I feel sick.." He looked genuinely queasy, and Leo couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. He took the melting chocolate in his hand back and set it aside onto a napkin. Leo nodded, "Alright, fine. We can take a break." He stood up from his position on the bed and stretched, "But you know, I am kinda hungry. Let me make us breakfast. I've been feeding you, so your hands should be nice and clean, you can rest in here and rub your belly and stuff, okay?" Cal nodded gratefully, his stomach still rolling from the influx of sugar. Leo walked over to the kitchen, leaving Cal lying on the bed, feeling sick and defeated.

Leo moved around the kitchen efficiently, cracking eggs and sizzling bacon, the smell of breakfast cooking filling the apartment. Cal remained on the bed, clutching his swollen belly, feeling it gurgle and shift with every movement. *gluurg...gllrruurg.. ggrrglrlre.....*.

Cal's stomach protested loudly, a mixture of nausea and discomfort as his stomach tried to handle its contents.

He groaned and rubbed his belly in circles, trying to ease the discomfort. It was strange, he could feel the candy inside of him as a single heavy mass of sugary regret. Some candies seemed to all stick together into a solid, hard, heavy ball, while others melted down into a sloshy sludge, giving his tummy the worst of both worlds to deal with at once. Every time he moved, he felt the sweets shift around in his stomach, causing small waves of nausea. He took slow, deep breaths, trying to ignore the sounds and smells of Leo cooking. He didn't want food right now, but he knew he couldn't put it off forever. He'd have to eat eventually, if only to get the taste of sugar out of his mouth.

“Ooohhh..” Cal closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto the pillow, continuing to massage his stomach softly. It felt so strange. The solid brick of sugar inside of him from last night still remained somewhere in his achy intestines, and unlike last night, his stomach was starting to get extremely bloated now. *Urp*. Cal covered his mouth quickly, trying to suppress the urge to throw up. He swallowed hard and took a few more deep breaths, willing the queasiness away.

As Cal continued to rub his belly, he felt gas bubbles make their way through his system, bubbling through his guts and just barely making it to the end before stopping, leaving him unable to push anything out. Nothing was moving anywhere anytime soon, but the gas needed to go somewhere.

The sticky mess that had once been his favorite candies now just seemed to sit there, refusing to move. His stomach churned and gurgled in protest, sending sharp pains through his lower abdomen. The pressure was building, and he couldn't help but squirm on the bed, trying to find some sort of relief. Grrrr....ggllrre-*uurrp*. He moaned softly, as the small burp relieved the tiniest bit of pressure. He tried to recreate the sensation. He was shifting positions, rolling onto his side, curling up into a ball, even trying to sit up for a bit. But nothing seemed to ease the discomfort. The bloating sensation grew stronger, and he started to feel his tummy churn even more.

His body seemed to have figured out that the backdoor was locked and started sending the gas back up, which was a dangerous game to be playing on such a full tummy. The thought made him even more nauseous, and he pressed a hand over his mouth as another sickly sweet burp snuck out, swallowing back the bile that threatened to rise up with it.

Leo returned to the room with two plates of steaming food, bacon and eggs sizzling on one, toast crisp and golden brown on the other. He set both plates down on the nightstand and sat back down on the bed, watching Cal squirm and writhe. Cal's discomfort was clear, his face pale and sweaty, and Leo couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. But he also couldn't deny the slight amusement at seeing Cal suffer from the consequences of his actions.

Leo picked up his fork and knife and started eating, savoring each bite while Cal continued to belch and moan beside him. The sounds were almost rhythmic, a constant reminder of the sugar overload he'd subjected himself to.

*grrrr....uurrp....grrr....rrrurp...gruurrr....brrrrp!*.

Leo glanced over at him occasionally, but mostly kept his focus on his breakfast.

He chewed slowly, enjoying the taste of savory bacon and eggs, the perfect contrast to the sweetness that lingered in his own mouth from the few Milky Ways he'd eaten that morning.

He offered Cal a piece of toast, which Cal looked at with wide, terrified eyes. He shook his head, and Leo couldn't help but smirk. "Suit yourself," Leo said, setting it aside "When you feel like you can eat again I've got toast for you, then... It seems like you still need some rest". Cal kept burping, but he nodded, showing that he'd heard Leo and was being receptive. Leo couldn't blame him. He checked the time, "We've got all day. It's about... 10:48 right now. We'll see how you feel around noon, okay? I'll be here if you need me!"

Leo continued eating, listening to Cal's discomfort and thinking about what they would do next. The day was still young, and there were many more ways to pass the time.

For him, of course. Not Cal. Cal is as good as bedridden right now.

Which was fine, Leo was perfectly content to sit in Cal's room and eat breakfast, squeezing his legs together in his seat, listening to his boyfriend's burpy belly ache.

Leo was lucky that his left hand was holding his plate and his right hand was holding his fork, otherwise he doesn't know if he'd be able to keep his hands out of his pants. Cal continued to belch softly, the sounds becoming more frequent and pronounced as the minutes ticked by. Each time he did so, he couldn't help but glance over at Leo, who was focused on his food but seemed to be growing increasingly distracted. Cal knew Leo found his predicament amusing and arousing. He was providing him a show with his meal at this point.

Cal, while still overstuffed and queasy, felt comforted by the thought. He focused more on entertaining Leo and working up belches, both of which made him feel better little by little.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, forcing out a longer, louder burp that made his chest rumble. He felt his stomach shift slightly, relieving some of the pressure. *Gruurrr...Brrp-brrouUUrp*- "ahh..."

Leo looked over at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Feeling better?" he asked, trying to keep his voice light. Cal sighed in relief and nodded, wincing as his tummy let out another grumble of discomfort. *gllrgrr.....Burrrrp* He took a deep breath and repeated the action, letting out another belch that seemed to spill past his lips like a purr. This time, Leo's legs shifted again, his thighs rubbing together. He was almost finished with his eggs, and he'd eaten the bacon first. Now look who's taking their time eating..

Cal shifted on the bed, trying to find a more comfortable, maybe more erotic position. He figured maybe he'd try letting gas out the good old fashioned way now that he wasn't feeling as imminently sick. He rolled over and got on all fours, his bloated stomach pressed against the mattress, sending ripples of discomfort through him. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan, which was immediately followed by another belch. *Gllrrgh...BruuuuUURrp..urp* Leo's gaze was locked on him now, watching every twitch and grimace with fascination. Cal felt his face flush with embarrassment, but also a strange sense of pride. He was giving Leo exactly what he wanted, even though he couldn't enjoy it himself right now. He closed his eyes, took another deep breath, pushed, and... Nothing.

Cal groaned in frustration, sweat beading on his brow. He'd felt something building, but it refused to come out. He tried again, pushing harder this time. *Grrrgle....grrrrr....* Leo set down his fork, his food forgotten. He moved closer to the bed, watching Cal clench and unclench as he tried to expel the gas trapped inside. "You, uh, need some help there, Cal?" Leo said, reaching out to rub circles on his lower back. "Let it out." Cal moaned again, his face reddening further. He pushed harder, trying to force the gas out. Suddenly, there was movement, but not what he was hoping for. *Rrreeeeaauuuurrp!* A huge belch blasted out of him, startling him into sitting up a bit. The sound echoed through the room, and Leo could feel Cal's gut vibrate through his shirt as it happened. Cal sighed in relief as the pressure eased slightly. He stayed in that position for only a moment longer, letting out another small burp before collapsing onto his side with a groan.

Leo chuckled and ran his hand through Cal's short brown hair. "Well, that was quite a performance. You feel any better now?" Cal glared at him through half-lidded eyes. "Full.." "Oh, I'm sure," Leo said, getting up to resume eating the last of his breakfast. "But seriously, how do you feel now? Any better?" Cal considered it for a moment before nodding weakly. "A bit," he admitted. "But still... so full." Leo nodded, swallowing his food before speaking. "I know you are, but it'll pass eventually. Hey, I still have a piece of toast if you wanna recover with something less sweet" Cal shifted so that he was sitting up a bit, taking the toast and eating it, chewing slowly, making sure every little grain scraped across his tongue and replaced the taste of chocolate and artificial flavoring.

The belching had definitely helped ease the pressure, but the bloating remained. Cal's stomach was still distended, stretched tight against his shirt. One piece of toast was enough..

Leo's gaze lingered on Cal's stomach, unable to look away. The thought of what’s happening beneath was too enticing. He licked his lips, his mind wandering to naughtier places, and his body reacting accordingly.

Cal's body, no longer in fight or flight mode, seemed to suddenly remember how little sleep he had gotten last night, and Cal found himself drifting off, making up for the Zs he'd failed to catch.

Leo smiled gently at Cal's sleeping form, brushing some loose strands of hair off his face. "Get some rest," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on Cal's forehead. He couldn't help but let his gaze linger on Cal's still swollen stomach before pulling himself away. … He walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. As soon as he was sure Cal couldn't hear him, Leo let out a heavy sigh, his body trembling with pent-up arousal.

He couldn't believe how hot that had been, watching Cal struggle and writhe in discomfort. It was almost too much. He's never been able to function so smoothly like that while being so deliriously turned on. To be fair though, he didn't know how well he was hiding it, maybe Cal could tell how close he was to breaking the act. But it didn't matter right now. Leo quickly made his way across the living room and to his own bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

Once inside, Leo leaned back against the door, taking a moment to collect himself. His breaths came in short pants as he adjusted his erection, already straining against his pants and leaking beneath them. He couldn't wait any longer.

He practically ripped off his clothes, throwing them aside haphazardly. He stumbled over to his bed, falling onto it with a soft thud. His hand immediately went to his cock, stroking it slowly at first, relishing the feeling of skin on skin.

He replayed every moment of Cal's struggle in his mind, each moan and groan, each ripple of his bloated belly sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He picked up speed, his grip tightening. Leo imagined Cal's belly growing larger, fuller, the pressure building until he couldn't hold it any longer. *Gruurrrr....Brrp!*

He imagined Cal whining and full, begging for Leo to soothe him.

He moaned aloud at the thought, using his free hand to grab a handful of his blanket, and shoved it against his mouth and nose to hopefully muffle the sounds he would helplessly make. He tried keeping his hand moving slowly, wanting to make this last, but his hips twitched and bucked up anyways, he couldn't seem to stop himself.

*Brrrruuuppp...urp*

Remembering the sounds Cal made, they echoed in Leo's ears, driving him wild. He barely stifled a cry into the blanket as he came, his entire body convulsing in ecstasy. Leo collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied for now. He lay there for a moment, catching his breath, before remembering Cal. He checked the time and decided to let Cal sleep for a bit longer before checking on him. Besides, Leo felt more than up to continue beating the everloving fuck out of his cock a few more times, maybe it'll help him be able to stay even more intimidating and assertive when they started things back up again!

He couldn't wait to see what the rest of the day held.

~

Leo waited a few more hours before finally deciding to go back and check on Cal. He'd managed to crank out multiple orgasms during his break. He was kind of shocked he had it in him It was a little painful to just be constantly turned on all day, but Leo had been gooning for years. If anyone would be accustomed to dedicating an entire day to do nothing but jork their weenie, it was Leonard Lindsey.

But no matter, his mind always seemed to return to the sight of Cal's swollen belly, the sounds he made as he tried to find relief. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. This was punishment, not playtime. He needed to focus on dishing out what Cal was dining on. Literally and figuratively.

He pushed open Cal's door quietly, peeking inside to find the brunette man still passed out. Leo couldn't help but smile at the peaceful expression on Cal's face. He looked so innocent, so vulnerable. Leo's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly schooled his features back into a neutral mask. He's gotta be intimidating, dominant, assertive!

He walked over to the bed, setting the second bag of candy down next to him. Cal stirred at the sound, slowly opening his eyes. He groaned and rubbed his tummy, still visibly distended through his shirt.

"Leo..." Cal whined sleepily. "I still feel full..."

Leo placed a hand on Cal's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Well, you better have room for the candy you wanted so badly. Clearly you've waited long enough, you couldn't even last a single night."

Cal looked up at him with a pouty look in his eyes, but Leo remained firm. Cal needed to learn his lesson. Plus, Leo couldn't deny the growing arousal he felt seeing Cal like this, so helpless and desperate.

Cal sighed heavily and sat up against the plows a little bit. His stomach was less full, but his intestines were packed. His lower belly felt heavy and completely solid to the touch. "Urghh... so much candy inside me right now..." he grumbled, hands resting on his belly with a resigned expression. Leo reached for the bag of candy, popping a piece into Cal's mouth .

Leo watched as Cal started to chew, his jaw moving rhythmically.

With every piece that disappeared between Cal's lips, Leo could see his belly expand even further, pushing against his once loose shirt until it stretched tight over his skin. It was a sight that made Leo's heart race with excitement all over again. His mind was going crazy- but he was right, violently emptying his balls before this meant that his dick was recovering, too tired to start too much trouble down there right now. Very helpful for his suave dominating appearance, he felt less squirmy. For now at least.

As Cal continued to eat, his cheeks flushed and his breathing became shallower. He swallowed hard after every few pieces, his throat working to force the sticky candy down.

The noises Cal made were driving Leo wild. Each gulp and moan sent a shiver down his spine. He had to remind himself to keep his cool, to maintain his dominant demeanor. This was punishment, after all, not foreplay!

The scent of sweets filled the room, and.... Leo's mouth was watering, but... not for the sweets. He was fighting the urge to lean in and lick the sugar off Cal's lips himself, to taste the desperation on his tongue..

Dammit, STOP IT!

Leo keeps zoning out, watching Cal chew and groan, then forgetting to give him another piece of candy right away. Thankfully, Cal didn't seem to mind, and probably needed to go at a slower pace anyways.

Leo tried to focus on keeping a steady pace unwrapping candy and holding it up to Cal's lips one by one.

Cal's movements became increasingly sluggish and less coordinated as he continued eating from the second bag of candy. Or the third, depending on how you look at it. It was the second of the three remaining candy bags, so he was almost halfway done, and the day was almost halfway over. His stomach was stretched beyond discomfort now, and the sweetness of the candies made him actively queasy. But still, Leo fed him piece after piece, watching with a mixture of concern and arousal as Cal's belly grew larger and larger.

Whenever Leo offered him another piece of candy, Cal opened his mouth automatically, closing within a second, like timed machinery. Cal's motor functions were likely on autopilot as he focused on not exploding.

Leo had a KitKat, holding it in his fingers longways for Cal to bite off of. He didnt think about it as he nudged his hand forward to make it easier for Cal to eat the second half of it, but both of the men seemed confused when Leo's fingers, holding the Kitkat, brushed against Cal's lips, and and he found himself holding his breath as he watched Cal's mouth lazily close around his fingertips.

Cal's eyes were half-lidded as he sucked the candy off Leo's fingers, trying not to bite down on them. Leo couldn't help but let out a low groan at the sight. It wasn't supposed to be sexy, but somehow it was. Maybe it was the desperation in Cal's movements, or maybe it was the fact that Cal was basically sucking on his fingers.

Leo barely registered in his dazed state when, suddenly, he did feel Cal's teeth brush against his fingers, which he'd not yet realized had an iron grip on the Kit Kat he was supposed to be feeding Cal. Cal's tongue swirled around Leo's fingers as he tried to separate the candy. Leo found himself getting lost in the sensation. Cal's eyes were closed, and to Leo, it looked like he was savoring every last drop of sweetness from his skin.

Leo's breath hitched, and he felt his cock stir to life again.

"D-dude, c'mon you gotta let go of it.. so I can *hic* eat it..." Cal whined. Talking seemed to remind his throat that things were allowed to come out instead of just being constantly shoved in, and he felt a burp rising up. Leo didn't seem to hear him.

Cal started to raise his voice, he was starting to get frantic, "Seriously, get your fingers outta my mouth or I'm gonna b-*uuRP-URCk*-" Cal felt tears in the corners of his eyes as his burp turned into a gag.

Leo snapped out of his fantasies and quickly pulled his hand away. Cal coughed once, and his stomach heaved as he held himself back from coughing again in fear of what might happen if he did.

Shit!

Leo knew he had to get a grip on himself before things got out of hand. "S-sorry! Oh my god, ohmygod are you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't even know I-" Leo stuttered.

Cal's voice was hoarse, but understanding "hrgh... don't, it's fine I just. I..." Cal struggled to speak, his throat felt funny, it felt sticky and tight. "Leo..." Leo fell back as Cal abruptly shoved him away. After staying frozen like that for a few extremely tense moments, seemingly trying to keep himself upright, Cal shot up from the bed.

Between the rustling of the blankets and crinkling of the candy wrappers, Leo heard the nastiest pre-puke-burp ever as Cal moved out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. One he could only compare to some of the ones in Cal's most intense videos back in the day right before he…

Leo heard the door slam open, and then a thump to the ground, like someone was sliding into a base during a baseball game trying to reach it as they caught the ball.

A short, strained moan, then uneven sounds of splashing water.

Sounds like he made it, though. Home-run for Cal!

This dumbass baseball metaphor actually happens to be the extent of what was going through Cal's own mind as he made his mad dash.

This kind of thing used to be a Halloween tradition for him as a kid, Cal was even more reckless back when he was growing up in a crowded house. His childhood Halloween memories as far back as maybe 8 years old, were of him methodically scouting the neighborhood and putting extra effort into getting as much halloween candy as possible. Free food was free food after all, and food was like gold to Cal and his siblings growing up. Which meant he had to eat as much of his loot as he could on Halloween night. Knowing that once he shut his eyes, anything he'd collected would be as good as gone by morning, as is customary for any non-only child in a low-income household, his vulture-like siblings would take their unfair share if he didnt eat it all first. ...A fair plot, but it ended exactly how you'd expect. The mess that followed was a hassle for everyone involved, but Cal would rather be made fun of by his siblings and yelled at by his parents than let his spoils be consumed by unworthy lazy scoundrels! Of course, over the years, he managed to perfect his craft, knowing exactly when his body was ready to give up and to make the dash around everyone's beds and mattresses in his shared bedroom to the single bathroom in the house, if need be. Some years, this wasn't even necessary, and he would sleep through the night uncomfortably, if at all. But he would slumber with peace of mind, and a very heavy tummy that he would proudly wear as a badge of honor the following morning.

Maybe sometime Cal should look into how he developed this kink in the first place, hm?

Anyways, back in the bedroom, now Leo felt nauseous, but with guilt. Guilt that settled in his chest like a lead weight. He shouldn't have pushed it this far, he knew better than to ignore the signs of discomfort in someone who doesn't know how to stop eating. What the hell was he thinking?!

He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples, pacing back and forth in front of the bed. He could hear Cal's muffled retching sounds and burps from behind the door, each one making him feel worse and worse. This wasn't some kinky game anymore, this was real. This was his best friend, his boyfriend, who trusted him, suffering because of him.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." Leo chastised himself silently. He should have known better than to let his own desires cloud his judgment. He cursed his wretched cock. He was so wrong. This is the result of indulgence and pleasure, it all comes crumbling down just like he was always told. He was so selfish. He wanted to drop dead just to see if there really was a hell so he could swan dive into the nearest lava pit and suffer for eternity and just get it over with now. It's the least he could do to make up for it. Cal was clearly in distress and Leo was the cause of it.

After a few minutes of agonizing guilt, Leo heard the sound of water running, Cal spitting into the sink, followed by a few moments of silence. He can't just panic and hyperventilate in Cal's bedroom, fuck! Even now, he was neglecting his partner and selfishly berating himself. He could berate himself once Cal was okay. He got up and walked to the bathroom, the door was open, but he didn't want to invade or anything. "Cal? You okay?"

Cal didn't respond immediately, but Leo could hear him shuffling around and rinsing his mouth out. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he replied in a weak voice, "Yeah... I'll be fine, just give me a minute."

Leo nodded, even though Cal couldn't see him, and leaned against the wall. He felt awful, and he knew he needed to make things right. But first, he needed to let Cal finish throwing up in peace. He closed his eyes and listened to the distant burbling noises, his own stomach twisting in sympathy. This wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. Cal should come out of that door and strike him down. Leo was the one that needed to be punished, not Cal..

…

Cal eventually emerged from the bathroom, his face pale and sweaty, but his eyes were clear. He looked like he had just finished running a marathon, but he somehow managed to give Leo a small smile. "Heh.. I'm back in business, bud!"

He walked over to his boyfriend, who looked like he was ready to collapse under the weight of his own guilt. And also like he was about to cry, as he stared blankly into his own lap. "Hey..." Cal said softly, reaching out to touch Leo's arm.

Leo, what's wrong?... Cal thought, concern and dread flowing through him. Leo seemed fine before all this, but now Cal could practically feel the guilt rolling off of him in waves. He knew that Leo wasn't the type to enjoy seeing him in pain, and that Leo was also really sensitive and averse to vomit in general, so this must have really upset him.

He tried to reassure Leo that it was all over now. "Hey, yeah.. I thought I could keep going but sugar doesn't taste as good as it did when I was little for some reason. So I couldn't hold it all down. Sorry, I would have warned you better, really! but it was sudden for me too.." he brightened his tone, "You don't gotta clean anything either, I made it just in time- and I even wiped everything down afterwards just in case!"

Leo's eyes snapped open at Cal's touch, and he looked up at him with a mixture of relief and self-loathing. "Cal, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just playing along, and I didn't realize..." He trailed off, not really sure what to say.

Cal's smile turned into a soft laugh, and he shook his head. "It's alright, Leo. Really."

Leo didn't move at all.

He started walking back toward his room. "Come sit with me." Leo hesitated for a moment before joining him, still looking incredibly guilty. Cal could see the wheels turning in his mind, trying to figure out what he could do to fix things.

But Cal didn't want Leo to fix things. He wanted Leo to understand. "This isn't your fault," Cal said firmly. "I knew what I was getting myself into. I mean, yeah, I'm not feeling great right now, but it's not the end of the world."

"Mhm.." Leo hummed. His eyes still seemed to be empty, his mind elsewhere.

Cal kept going. "Really, I feel a lot better now. I think... another break, and then we can try again later?"

Leo's brow furrowed as Cal mentioned taking another break and continuing later. He couldn't believe it, Cal was still willing to go through with it? Was he that desperate for punishment? Or did he think Leo would actually force him? He's so sweet, trying to comfort me.. Leo thought, but this isn't right.

He shook his head quickly, trying to dispel the thought. "Cal.. no! You've had enough, I can't... I won't make you do this anymore." He said firmly, looking Cal straight in the eye, trying to convey the depth of his regret. Cal looked at Leo with a mixture of surprise and confusion. He hadn't expected Leo to react like this, he just thought Leo was playing along like he was, having a bit of fun with the kinky candy punishment. He hadn't considered that Leo might actually think.. he was abusing him? Is that what’s happening here? "Jesus, Leo, calm down.." Cal started, sitting up a bit straighter and reaching out to cup Leo's face in his hand, "If I didn't wanna do this I would have s-"

"Stop, I'm sorry- stop.." Leo interrupted, pulling away gently. "You say that every time, you say 'If I didn't want it, I would tell you to stop' but you don't KNOW what you want! It’s- It’s a real thing! Y-You've become so accustomed to me treating you like this, you think it's fine, you think this is normal and it's not!" Cal's expression softened a bit, but he didn't look entirely convinced. He looked confused and worried. Leo was talking like he was reciting words from some kind of therapist. "I really don't know what you're saying, man. I think if there's one thing I can be certain about, it's that I know what I want."

Leo grimaced in frustration, looking down at his own lap again, trying to continue his train of thought, maybe he just didn't word it correctly? He had never felt so ashamed in his entire life.

He ran his hands through his greasy, long, blonde hair, his fingers catching as they curled up, and grabbed onto handfuls of his own hair, gripping it for dear life. He had taken his fucked-up desires too far, and now Cal was suffering for it. He hated himself.

He needs to hate himself if he wants to live like this. Maybe they were bad people, but maybe they were right. A broken clock is right twice a day and such.

The situation at hand with Cal and the Halloween candy was barely at the forefront of Leo’s mind anymore as various unwanted memories came rushing back to him. As well as thoughts he’d been ignoring all day and putting off to the side in order to ride the high of unrightfully having any kind of authority.

Cal leaned forward, taking Leo's hands in his own. "Hey.. Hey, stop it." He said, squeezing them gently, trying to wrangle them away from his hair with little success. Leo was sitting upright like Cal, but slowly curling forward into a protective fetal position, hiding his face in his knees.

Okayyy, Leo was having some kind of panic attack or something. Cal obviously isn't a doctor, but he's been able to talk Leo down from meltdowns before. "Alright, alright, chill out, cutie. I made the decision to sneak that candy, and I knew the consequences." He smiled reassuringly, trying to lighten the mood a little. "Besides, you're the one in control!..." he added playfully... But that only made things ten times worse.

Leo's face was flushed, and he was struggling to breathe, he sobbed and frantically grabbed ahold of Cal's shoulders, shaking him slightly, trying to get through to him "NO! Nononono, no. Shit! Please don't ever put me in control of anything. Ever! I'm not in control, I can't be in control! Look, you don't have to do what I say! I have no control over you!" Leo replied, his voice cracking. "Y-You have to figure out what you actually want, you can't just take my word as fact anymore! You need to be independent and think for yourself, you're an adult!"

Cal watched Leo spiral, his heart pounding in his chest. He had seen Leo break down before, but never this bad, and never because of anything related to his fetish- albeit that was something he’d only recently discovered about him. It was scary to watch someone he cared about break down like this.

Cal wasn't sure how to help. He never asked Leo about specifics, but he had some vague guesses about Leo’s past. Leo had a lot of problems and experiences that Cal could only try and empathize with. He didn't know how to handle this situation, or what to say. All he knew was that he needed to calm Leo down, to help him see that everything was okay. Leo must have realized how he was shaking Cal, and all but jumped backwards in fear "I-I'm .. Oh my god. I'm a monster." he mumbled, barely audible through his gasps for oxygen.

What should I do? Cal thought frantically, scanning the room for anything that might help. He couldn't help but notice the open door to his bedroom, and the eyesore that was his bed covered in candy wrappers.

"Leo, breathe." he murmured, trying to soothe him. He didn't understand why Leo was acting this way, but he knew that he had to fix it somehow. He put his hand on Leo's back, guiding him to his bedroom. "Hey, hey...you’re okay, you’re safe and stuff.." He whispered, "Look at me." Leo's breathing was still shallow and quick, he didn’t look directly at Cal, but he lifted his face out of his hands enough that Cal could see his eyes now. They were filled with tears, and it broke Cal's heart to see them there.

"Please...please don't cry." Cal pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. He needed to help Leo somehow. "Leo.. uh.. I know how you can make things better! It's really simple, okay? But first, you see the candy wrappers all over the bed?"

Leo hiccupped, even through his distant and panicked demeanor, you could see his mind put itself on pause. Small cogs getting momentarily caught and in the Rube Goldberg machine that was Leo's mind. "W-What?"

Cal took a deep breath, hoping that his plan would work. He knew Leo couldn't handle the emotional turmoil that was happening right now. Maybe something small and harmless would help distract him for long enough that he could at least start breathing normally first?

He gestured towards the bed, which was a mess of colorful wrappers. "Yeah, the bed is a mess. I have to organize them by wrapper. All the Kit Kat ones in one pile, the Tootsie Rolls in another, y'know? I promise we can keep talking about this, but I need you to organize them for me, okay? I'm gonna go get a cup of cold water from the kitchen, I will be right back in a second, just do this for me okay?" Leo looked at Cal, confusion slowly replacing the panic in his eyes. "Why- what? the fuck? What does that even..??" He managed to stutter out between gasps for air. Cal smiled softly, trying to keep Leo focused. "You're really good at organizing stuff, remember? It's really important, you need to do it now, no time to explain. Please?" He asked, his voice steady and calm. He knew how much Leo liked order and structure, and he hoped that focusing on something so trivial would help him calm down. Leo let out strained whines as he tried (and failed) to hyperventilate exclusively through his nose in attempts to manually calm his breathing. He looked from Cal to the bed and back again. He didn't understand, but the last thing he wanted to do was boss Cal around anymore or hound him over things. He nodded slowly, wheezing as he willed himself forward to Cal's bedroom, his entire body trembling as he got up and moved. He climbed onto the bed, scooping up candy wrappers and dropping them off the side of the bed onto the floor. Cal watched as Leo began to pick up wrappers, sorting them, getting up and getting a cup from the kitchen, filling it with some cold water from the sink and then coming back.

As Leo worked, Cal sat at the other end of the room, staying within eyesight but not interrupting Leo and his sorting.

Leo sat on the floor, his hands trembling as he picked up the candy wrappers one by one. He was past coherent thoughts made up of language or words, his mind was now conjuring up rapid-fire violent imagery of his body being rightfully executed in front of a crowd for some reason. Public hanging, shot against a wall, anything seemed appropriate for him. He tried to take deep breaths, focusing on the task at hand. … … Who the hell would have the budget to waste on executing him, anyways? In this economy? And why is he fantasizing about himself getting such easy escapes? Leo scolded himself for wanting such quick and painless resolutions, as if he were some kind of special snowflake. He deserves to be here sorting candy wrappers, suffering under the weight of his own guilt. Or, even better, none of this should even be up to him! This isn't about him! It's about Cal! He needed to calm down, to organize.. his thoughts. It was all he could do. Consciousness was his punishment right now. He should take it.

As he sorted the wrappers, he started to notice patterns. The Kit Kats were a pretty distinct shade of red, easy to pick out of the pile, so he made a pile of those first. He could hear Cal's soft breathing from across the room, and it helped to calm him down. He didn't want to disappoint Cal again. He didn't want to hurt him anymore. He needed to be better, stronger. He needed to be able to control himself. Leo's mind raced, but the repetitive motion of sorting the wrappers helped him focus. He could feel his heart rate slowing down, his breathing evening out. He needed to make sure Cal knew he was sorry. He needed to make sure Cal knew that he wasn't someone trying to take advantage of him, trying to force him to think a certain way. He didn't want Cal to have to be afraid of him to love him. And he can’t do any of that when he was weak and mentally scattered like this.

Soon, Leo had each different type of wrapper laid out on the ground, now all he had to do was grab one from the unsorted pile and set it in its respective organized one. The process became easier and simpler as he kept at it. Cal watched Leo carefully, he planned to give this water to Leo to help him rehydrate a bit after that whole meltdown, but he was thirsty too. Fuck it, they've had their tongues in each other's mouths before, might as well take a few sips of the water. He could see the change in Leo's demeanor, the tension slowly leaving his body. His breathing was going from consciously gasping for air to shaky, but unconscious and steadier breathing, in and out through his nose. He was glad that Leo was calming down, but he couldn't help but wonder what made him suddenly panic like that.

Now, Cal wasn't super keen on mental issues and stuff, but he knew Leo was autistic- not, like, stupid. Leo was actually smart as hell about a bunch of stuff- he's just medically autistic. Cal smirked to himself, praising his own knowledge on the subject. Yeah, it's the 'aughts now, he's tuned in to acceptance and shit. Words have multiple meanings, it's called the future, people! Someone being gay and retarded doesn't have to mean they're stupid anymore- it can also mean someone's like Leo: a guy who likes dudes and has some social difficulties, dammit! Cal needed to find a way to make his partner understand that he isn't helpless, he can say no, that he didn't need to follow every single command without question. He does what Leo says because he WANTS to.

"How'ya doing, Leo?" Cal started, his voice soft and hesitant. Leo flinched slightly but continued sorting, his movements methodical and almost robotic "I.. don't know, why do you need me to sort the wrappers?". Cal grinned playfully, scratching the back of his neck "oh, uh.. I didn't." Before Leo could react to that, Cal continued "I'm sorry. You were uh. freakin' out, and I know you had stuff you wanted to say but you weren't gonna be able to say much like that, I had to like, get you to stop thinking in circles first."

Leo pushed the organized candy wrapper piles aside with a sigh. "I.... I guess so.."

"I know you're upset, and I get it, hold on- I'm gonna come give you a hug okay?" Leo didn't make eye contact, staring down at the floor where he sat, but responded "..sure."

Cal shuffled over behind Leo, wrapping his arms under Leo's and hugging his chest lightly, feeling it rise and fall. He spread his legs out and curled them around Leo's so the lanky blonde man was embraced fully in his lap. Cal continued, trying to choose his words carefully. "I love you. I love you lots. You're alright, we can keep talking about it, but you need to breathe okay? Take as long as you need to get the words out. I'll be here."

Leo leaned into Cal's embrace, his body still tense but slowly starting to relax.

He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to reopen that dark place inside of him, especially now that he's calmed down. But Cal deserved an explanation, even if it was hard for Leo to give him one. "It's just.." Leo began, swallowing thickly "I believe you, and what you say. I d-don't think you're lying or anything... a-and logically I know what's right and wrong but... it's.." He closed his eyes, feeling Cal's warmth against him. It took him an embarrassing amount of time to think of what words to say next, but Cal never interrupted or questioned him, he just listened.

"...I know it's dumb, but I feel like.. Like I went too far, even if you don't. I feel like.. This is gonna be wrong and I know it’s wrong already, so... don't say anything okay? I just don't know how else to say it, okay, Cal?" Cal softly hummed in response before going back to holding Leo snugly "Mhmm. promise" "I know it's not true, so I don't need like, convincing or a lecture, but…. I feel like.. like a sexual degenerate.. I know, it's not how it works, but it doesn't.. click? In my head, it doesn't click that there's any normal explanation for why I got off to..." Leo trailed off, not wanting to say the rest out loud. "The.. punishment thing, we were doing. What I made you do because you ate the candy- you're an adult for fuck's sake.. and- and, hell, did you know I jerked off like 3 times in a row to it- when I let you take a nap and stuff? Which is fine and ‘normal’, I know, but..." He didn't want Cal to know how deeply rooted yet stupid and unfounded his fears were. How much he saw himself as some sort of reprobate despite being agnostic, deserving the equivalent of eternal damnation for not only feeling pleasure unashamedly, but feeling SEXUAL pleasure relating to the concept of punishment- that was meant to be the exact retaliation for such actions in the first place? How is he supposed to reprimand Cal for anything, even playfully, when he should be reprimanding himself tenfold.

Cal's grip tightened slightly around Leo's chest, pulling him closer. He didn't know what to say, but he knew what he wanted Leo to take from his response. "Leo.." Cal started softly "I don't think you're a monster. You aren't wrong for enjoying stuff, alright?" He paused for a second, trying to think of how to phrase it right.

"The punishment you gave me was because you wanted me to.. "pay" for sneaking candy. It's different from.. from whatever you're thinking of." Cal hesitated, not wanting to push too hard. But he needed Leo to understand.

"I mean, I guess you could call it a punishment, but it's not the same as what you probably grew up with. You aren't doing anything wrong by wanting to make me eat candy, or by getting off to it. It's not like you're hurting me, or forcing me to do something I don't wanna do." He leaned his head against Leo's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his neck against his cheek. "It's just... a game, you know? A fun, sexy game. We both enjoy it, so where's the harm?" Cal tried to keep his voice gentle, understanding how sensitive Leo could be about these topics. He knew it was a lot to unpack, but he hoped that his words would help Leo see things from a different perspective.

Leo sat quietly, letting Cal's words sink in. He wanted to believe him, he really did. But the guilt and shame that had been drilled into him since he was young was hard to shake off. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "I’m not stupid, I.. I know that logically. But.." He trailed off, unsure of how to continue.

Cal's arms tightened around Leo's chest, and he nuzzled into the side of Leo's neck, resting his cheek against his shoulder blade. He listened quietly, his own stomach giving a slight discomforted rumble at the thought of the candy.

“I wanted it. I wanted to be ‘punished’ because I snuck the candy. It's a good kind of punishment, you know? Like, I did something bad, I knew it was bad, but I wanted it anyway. And then you.." Cal felt himself blush a little. "You punished me good for it."

Leo stayed silent for a few moments, processing Cal's words.

Cal continued, "That's not the same as hating yourself for wanting to feel good. We both wanted to go though with it, and we both got something from it." He took another deep breath, trying to push past his own abdominal discomfort. Leo didn’t want to argue, or to continue this conversation at all, but maybe if he kept trying, he might finally say something that can accurately describe his mindset, “Cal, I know I’m not actually punishing you like some kind of nun, or a parent, or whatever. I understand basic context.. but when you break it down it’s.. There's something else, I.. don’t know…”

"You wanted to give it to me, and I wanted to take it. I really wanted to take it. Still do."

Leo sighed and leaned backwards into Cal, feeling his partner's stomach rumble against his back, then sitting back up a bit, not wanting to upset Cal’s tummy again. "I know. Sorry. I dunno why I freaked out like that, it feels pointless now, I just feel like I accidentally.. there's probably a word for it but, like... I.. tipped myself off somehow? Trigger... triggered an alarm, I guess? I don't even know what it was."

Leo really wanted to move on. Clearly it was something he couldn't explain correctly, and he doesn't want to argue with Cal about something he's not even sure of himself. He can't blame him for not understanding, but he's grateful that he's trying. Cal smiled softly against Leo's shoulder, glad that Leo was starting to calm down. "You don't need to apologize, Leo. We all got our problems. I can't stop you from feeling all shitty about yourself every time you get happy, but I can promise you that it's never gonna rub off on me." Leo snorted "don't say 'rub off on me' now." Cal returned the lighthearted jetting with full force "haha! Why, scared I'm gonna make you feel all good down there?"

Leo didn't laugh, he just sighed.

Whoof, tough crowd.

Cal sat up a little straighter, backing up from cuddling Leo. His own stomach giving a small twinge. "Aaanyways, uh.." he started awkwardly, "About the punishment.." Leo raised an eyebrow at Cal, who looked back at him with a sheepish grin. "Well, since I kinda.. threw up a bit ago, I think I can handle some more candy now." He chuckled lightly, trying to ease the tension in the room once again. It was all he knew how to do. "I mean, if you don't mind?"

Leo couldn't help but smile back at Cal's adorable expression, the guilt he felt earlier still present, but it felt a bit easier to ignore for now. He ran a hand through Cal's hair gently, "..If you're sure you're up for it." Cal nodded eagerly, "Yeah, yes please, I'm good. Promise."

Leo looked at Cal's flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips, his own arousal starting to build again. "Alright then." He turned around and pressed a soft kiss to Cal's forehead before standing up. "Let's get you another bag, you're almost done."

As Leo grabbed the other bags, Cal couldn't help but feel relieved that Leo wasn't angry with him. He watched Leo's retreating figure, admiring the way his jeans hugged his ass. Heh. He knew Leo was struggling with his own demons, but he hoped that he could get Leo to be comfortable with his sexual interests. Maybe by exploring these desires together, Leo would eventually learn to accept them as normal and healthy, like Cal did. Also, he was bored and wanted to stuff his face again.

Cal took a deep breath, feeling his stomach roll slightly with anticipation.

Leo came back to see Cal sat back on the bed again.

Leo was holding the half-empty bag of candy and the remaining full bag. He handed the half-full one back to Cal, who took it gratefully and immediately started popping the treats into his mouth again. Leo watched as Cal's Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. He sat down beside Cal and began slowly, gently kissing his neck as he ate. Leaving little trails of kisses up and down his neck, mostly falling on Cal's hard-working Adam's apple as he swallowed more candy.

As Cal continued to eat, he let out a small burp, then giggled apologetically. Leo chuckled, finding it endearing, and arousing. Cal looked down at Leo, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of something else. "Mmm.. my tummy feels so weird right now." He admitted between mouthfuls, "It's like it's both empty and full at the same time." Leo stopped kissing and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, prompting Cal to explain further. "Like.. I feel hungry, you know? Like, really hungry cause I accidentally puked. But then I remember that I've barely digested any of this stuff and.." Cal paused to let out another small burp, his cheeks turning pink. "*Urp*" "It feels full, deep in my gut.. really full.. and kinda heavy.. like it's full of bricks instead of candy." Cal rubbed at his belly gently, feeling it swollen and taut underneath his shirt. He winced a little at the pressure, but quickly replaced the expression with a smile. "But it's.. it's not an alarming kind of full, if that makes sense? Just different."

Leo nodded, trying to understand what Cal was saying. It wasn't easy for him to relate to the sensation, but he could see the mix of discomfort and excitement on Cal's face and decided to trust his word. He handed Cal the last full bag of candy, his hand lingering just a moment longer than necessary before setting it down. "Here you go. Once you're done with that bag you're on, You've only got one left to go. You can take your time." Cal quickly scarfed down what remained inside the current bag, and moved on to the next one, giving Leo's hand a quick squeeze before diving back in and feeding the candy to himself while Leo felt him up. Leo couldn't help but feel a little turned on simply by Cal's insane determination to finish his punishment, despite the obvious discomfort he was in. He shifted slightly, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants- Ah, who was he kidding.

Leo threw care to the wind and returned to peppering Cal's neck with tender kisses, savoring the feeling of his soft skin. As he did, he couldn't help but notice just how soft and supple Cal's neck had become recently. Was he gaining weight? Leo found himself wondering, not entirely disapprovingly.

It wasn't as if Cal was fat - far from it, he just had a chubby belly- but there was definitely a small difference. He let his hand rest on Cal's shoulder for a moment, pulling back and catching his breath, feeling the slight tremble of the other boy's body as he continued to stuff himself with candy.

As Cal continued to consume the candy, his burps grew deeper and more pronounced. They echoed through the quiet room, sounding old and fermented, definitely needing to come out. Leo couldn't help but soak in the sounds, even as he felt a pang of concern. Cal was definitely enjoying himself, but Leo couldn't ignore the potential consequences.

"Hey Cal," Leo started softly, rubbing small circles on Cal's belly with one hand while holding himself up with the other arm, "Your belly is really hard down here." He pressed slightly on Cal's lower abdomen, eliciting a small grunt from him. "Yeah.." Cal agreed, wincing slightly at the pressure, "*urrr*" He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the sensation inside of him. "Does it hurt?" Leo asked, genuine worry lacing his words. Cal shook his head, "No.. not any more than the rest of my stomach.." He paused, considering his words carefully, "It just.. feels full. And kind of heavy. 'Feels glorpy." Leo couldn't help but chuckle at Cal's description. He thinks he knows what he meant? "Maybe you're constipated? Have you actually, like, went since before Halloween?" Leo suggested gently, continuing to rub circles on Cal's lower tummy. He could feel the tension in Cal's muscles, could sense his discomfort. Cal looked at Leo with wide eyes, then burst out laughing. "What?" Leo asked, confused by Cal's sudden laughter. Cal shook his head, "Nothing, it's just.. I can't believe we're having this conversation." He giggled again, before letting out another loud burp, "*URRP*" This time, however, he looked a little embarrassed. "But uh, no, I haven’t. And I haven't even been able to uhm. Fart either. So. That would explain that.. sorry. Didn't even think about that kind of thing."

Leo smiled reassuringly at him, "It's alright, it happens." He leaned forward and kissed Cal's forehead again. "Before this actually fucks you up, I can go get some medicine to help? You don't gotta take a full dosage or anything, just a bit to get your body working normally again? I know puking doesn’t bother you and whatever, but seeing you sick bothers me. And candy isn't really a good thing to have stuck in your system for so long.." He offered. Cal nodded gratefully, still chuckling to himself.

Leo stood up and walked over to the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet and rummaging around until he found what he was looking for - a small bottle of laxative pills. He popped the top off and shook out a pill, then walked to the kitchen to grab a knife and try and slice it in half. The halves ended up being a bit uneven, so he just put the bigger one back in for another time and took the smaller one to Cal.

Leo made his way back to the bedroom, holding out his hand. "Here, take this. It broke it in half so it's like a microdose, just enough to help things along a little. You probably won't shit yourself." Cal took the pill fragment from him and swallowed it down with a mouthful of various chocolate candies, then resumed his task of unwrapping his next mouthful of candy victims as he chewed.

Leo couldn't help but watch as Cal's stomach grew rounder and tighter, straining against the confines of his shirt. It looked like he had a small baby-bump.

As Cal continued to eat, his stomach began to growl and slosh loudly, drawing Leo's attention. The sound was strangely erotic, and Leo found himself getting turned on again. Cal would squirm slightly at the noise, but didn't stop eating. He was so close to finishing, he could taste victory. He was so ready to taste anything other than candy.

Leo couldn't help himself, and resumed his gentle ministrations, rubbing circles into Cal's belly and occasionally pressing kisses onto it. After around 7 minutes he could definitely hear some of the rumbling and churning in Cal's lower belly.

"You okay?" Leo asked softly, genuine concern in his voice. Cal nodded, mouth full of candy, "Mmmhmm" He managed to mumble through a mouthful of chocolate.

Leo watched as Cal would start letting out (or rather keeping in) closed-mouth burps. He was getting so full that his body couldn't even wait for his mouth to be free, and just pushed up the gas regardless. He loved hearing deep rumbles within Cal's overstuffed tummy as they traveled upwards, then seeing his cheeks puffing up as he burped, keeping his lips closed so as not to lose the mouthful of candy he was chewing.

Leo couldn't help how hard he was. He shifted his position slightly. Cal was laid against the pillows on the bed, sitting up only slightly, so Leo lay beside him, sort of spooning him in a way. Leo's head lay beside Cal's full tummy, his ear pressed against it while he rubbed with his free hand that wasn't being laid on..

With his hand resting on Cal's distended abdomen and his ear listening directly in on the action inside like a stethoscope, it felt like a full sensory experience. The sound and feel of Cal's stomach churning beneath his palm was oddly satisfying. He could hear the candy sloshing around, and the gurgles and rumbles that seemed to bubble and boil within. Each grunt and sigh was but an echo in the background of the churning. He could hear gas rumble up and out from the depths of his stomach to beyond Cal's lips as belches, as well as when he tried to suppress them.

Leo began to rub himself against Cal's leg, enjoying the friction it provided. Cal didn't seem to notice - or perhaps he was too focused on finishing the last bag of candy. Leo closed his eyes and let out a soft groan, pressing himself ever so slightly harder against Cal. The sounds were amplified like this, almost like music to his ears. He could feel the vibrations traveling through Cal's body, and he knew that soon enough, he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

Cal finally finished the last piece of candy and let out a long, contented groan. His stomach was painfully full, but he managed to swallow down the last bits of saliva and candy mush.

He took a moment to breathe, catching his breath after shoveling candy into it nonstop for over an hour again. Leo was worked up and clung to his side, and Cal couldn't ignore the hardness pressed against his thigh. He glanced down, then back at Leo with a raised eyebrow. "What's going on down there?" He asked teasingly, a small smirk playing on his lips.

Leo blushed, realizing that Cal had caught on.

Cal giggled, "Awww, you're *hic* turned on by my tummy noises, aren't you? Yeah, it’s super rumbly in there." he teased again. Leo nodded, unable to form words. He was too lost in the symphony of Cal's digestive system. The wet sloshes, the gurgles and growls that rose up from deep within, hearing him burp from the inside-ish. It was all so...intoxicating. He could feel precum wetting the tip of his cock and soaking into his boxers as he continued to grind against Cal's thigh.

Cal didn't say it out loud, but he was feeling a little nauseous now that he was back to being just as full as he was before everything was unceremoniously forced up and out, but he was determined to hold it all down, not wanting a repeat of earlier.

Leo groaned, realizing that he was dangerously close to cumming in his jeans. He pulled back slightly from Cal, his breath coming out in ragged pants. "Cal...I can't keep this up much longer," he admitted, gripping onto as much of Cal’s shirt that he could manage. "I need to take care of this soon." He glanced over at Cal, who was still smirking at him despite his discomfort. Cal's eyes widened a bit at the thought of Leo cumming in his pants right there. It wouldn't be the first time, nor the 5th time. But then his smirk grew wider as he had a sugar-fueled idea, "Well, what do you want to do then?"

Leo sat up, looking down at Cal's sweaty, candy-covered mouth. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "I don't know..." he trailed off, thinking aloud. "I want to do something for you too..." Cal chuckled softly, "*Ahem* Well I think I've had my fill of candy and stuff for today, if I gotta taste one more sweet thing, I'm gonna puke again." he said, patting his bloated stomach. "*Burp* unf.. sorry, couldn't hold that one in." He looked over at Leo, considering his options. Just something to get the sugary taste out of his mouth. "Maybe...something salty?"

Leo's mind should have gone to dirty places, and usually it would, but right now he was very focused on not moving his hips or legs at all so as not to cause any friction near his crotch that could set him off. "Uh. I could make you a piece of toast- or I think there's some bacon left over?" He thought aloud.

Cal would have belly-laughed if his belly weren't so sensitive right now. Instead he snorted and chuckled lightly. "Dude, I mean I wanna see you touch yourself, up close and personal." He knows Leo does best with direct instructions. (Another side effect of him being nermal divergent, or whatever the term Leo used was. Something along those lines..) "I'll walk you through what you can do, just get situated in front of me, kay?"

Leo blushed furiously at Cal's words. He'd never had his dick so close to someone's mouth or face before, but the thought of pleasuring himself in front of Cal sent a thrill through him. He moved slowly, carefully, positioning himself beside Cal, and in front of his face. His hands trembled slightly as he undid the button and zipper of his jeans, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers.

Cal watched with hungry eyes, licking his lips subconsciously. He was still feeling a little queasy from the candy, but the sight of Leo like this made him forget all about it. "That's it," Cal encouraged, his voice husky. "Take it out." Leo swallowed hard and did as he was told, pulling his boxers down just enough to free himself. He started stroking slowly, watching Cal's face for any signs of disgust or discomfort. But all he saw was desire. Cal leaned forward, his breath hot against Leo's skin. "Come closer," he whispered. "I wanna see you up close." Leo did as he was told, moving forward until his cock was only inches away from Cal's mouth. Cal licked his lips again, then opened his mouth, gesturing for Leo to budge even closer.

Leo groaned, his grip tightening on his cock. ...it was almost too much. He started stroking faster, watching as Cal opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, waiting for Leo to cum.

Leo could feel the pressure building inside him, his balls tightening. He closed his eyes, focusing on not letting his hand slip and punching Cal in the face, but also the feeling of his own pleasure. Leo was so close. His voice was trembling and his voice rose in both volume and pitch as he moaned. Suddenly, as Cal shifted a little to get in a more comfortable position, a burp worked its way up and out. Cal retracted his tongue momentarily, burping just centimeters away from the tip of Leo's dick before opening wide again.

Yep, that was it.

With one last grunt, Leo came, painting Cal's tongue and lips with his cum.

Cal swallowed it all greedily, savoring the taste.

Cal sat back against the bed, a satisfied smile spreading across his sticky face. "Mmm...thank you, Leo," he said, licking his lips clean.

Leo had already fallen down onto his side, his chest heaving, still recovering from his intense orgasm.

Cal's own arousal hadn't waned, however, and he shifted uncomfortably. "But I think... I think I need some relief too," he said, looking up at Leo, batting his eyes. "I've been pretty good today, don't you think? I ate all that candy, and I even kept it down the second time!" Leo nodded, still trying to catch his breath. "Yeah you did," he managed to say, his eyes still glazed over with pleasure. Cal burped again, then groaned "I.. *uuuuORP*-guh... I don't feel like I can sit up or move, either.." Leo sat up with a grunt, crawling in between Cal's legs. His hand reaching under the rock-hard bloated curve of Cal's candy-filled belly and palming the bulge in his sweatpants. "I'd say you've paid your dues, fulfilled your punishment and whatnot," Leo murmured, giving Cal's cock a gentle squeeze through the fabric.

Cal let out a soft whine, "Please Leo...*hic-uurp* t-touch me...." He begged. Leo couldn't deny him that.

With renewed energy, Leo slid his hand inside Cal's sweatpants, wrapping his fingers around his warm, hard length. Cal's breath hitched as Leo started stroking him, his thumb circling the sensitive head.

Leo's mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions. Part of him was still coming down from the intensity of what had just happened, but another part was already imagining what Cal would look like as he came apart under his touch.

He stroked him slowly at first, savoring every twitch and gasp from his overfull boyfriend. Cal's stomach gave an audible growl of protest as Leo's hand inevitably brushed against it, but Cal didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he was just too turned on to care. Or maybe that's what turned him on. Either way, Leo found it incredibly hot. He picked up the pace, his hand moving up and down in a steady rhythm. Cal's eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back against the pillow.

As Leo continued to stroke Cal, he couldn't help but notice how full Cal's stomach looked. The thought of all that candy trapped inside him, pressing against his insides, made Leo's own lower abdomen pang with arousal again already. He leaned forward, placing soft kisses on Cal's belly as he continued to pleasure him. Cal moaned, arching his back slightly.

"Leo...I'm- oh fuck! Ooh, 'm gonna c-hah~...mmm~ cumming!" Cal managed to say between gasps. Leo looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Cal's eyes were squeezed shut, his face contorted with pleasure and discomfort from his increasingly upset belly.

"Go'head.." Leo sighed, his voice barely audible. Cal gasped, then slowly exhaled through clenched teeth as he came, his body tensing up before relaxing completely.

Cal lay there, panting heavily and still recovering from his orgasm. Leo couldn't help but chuckle a little at Cal's predicament- his round, bloated belly sticking out from beneath his shirt even as he lay back. He reached over to wipe off Cal's stomach, sticky with both sweat and cum- not that any of the cum was able to reach further than his belly button- and gently rubbed circles on taut tummy. Cal groaned, his belly protesting against the movement. "Ouugh... *urp* now that I've actually gotten off, it's really starting to hit me just ho-*hic-uuurp* uhhng.. h-how full I am.." still trying to catch his breath.

Leo smiled down at him "Maybe next year, you'll learn to pace yourself." his hand still rubbing soothing circles on Cal's distended stomach. Leo could never keep his hands very far from Cal's belly when it was full.

Cal smirked, "Well I dunno, if this is the punishment for sneaking candy, maybe I might just try it again. Seems like it's worth it." Leo couldn't help but laugh "Remember what you just said when you're on the toilet later trying to pass whatever all that candy and taffy's fossilized into since Halloween night." Cal's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Leo pulled Cal's sweatpants back up over his softening cock, then stood up from the bed. "Come on," he said, offering his beached pal a hand. "I'll help you to the bathroom, but then you're on your own for a bit. I gotta clean your room so we don't get ants."

Cal nodded, wincing slightly as he sat up. Leo couldn't help but notice how much bigger his belly looked now as he sat upright. He resisted the urge to poke it teasingly, knowing Cal wouldn't appreciate it right now.

"Oh, and I gotta start drafting those movie reviews!"

Cal slowly got to his feet, holding his belly with one hand and Leo's hand with the other. He waddled towards the bathroom, each step making his fullness more and more apparent. Leo couldn't help but stare at his boyfriend's round stomach as it swayed slightly, barely jiggling. He shook his head, a small smile on his face. He's so lucky to have someone as sweet (and hot) as Cal in his life.

Once Cal was settled on the toilet, Leo went to leave before Cal called back "Oh, waitwaitwait! Can you bring me my Gameboy? Since I'm just gonna be chilling in here?" Leo laughed "Ohhh my god.. anything else your majesty?". Leo changed his direction, grabbing their shared gaming device to drop off and keep Cal entertained. Leo isn't a germaphobe, he thinks, but he swears that thing is used exclusively during long bathroom trips. He might have to sanitize the Gameboy too after all this.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it, yell if you need me." Leo said, giving Cal's shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading back to the bedroom. As he started to gather up the discarded candy wrappers into the empty bags, Leo couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The tension that had been building between them all day had finally come to a head, and Cal had finally gotten the intimacy he wanted, and Leo had, for lack of a better word, milked himself physically dry for at least the rest of today, and had a clear mind ready to focus on cleaning and thinking up smartass horror movie criticisms to blog about.

He brought a garbage bag, some sanitizing wipes, scrubbing brushes, and some carpet cleaner- because if Cal's sticky state this morning was anything to go by, there's probably chocolate melted into every porous surface in the room.

...

Something was missing from his schedule, he knew it. But.. if he were to properly sit down and berate himself for all the things he's already put off berating himself for, it would take all day. He can't help but feel like he's delaying the inevitable, and getting himself more and more accustomed to self indulgence in the meantime...

Leo sighed, pushing those thoughts aside for now. He had a room to clean, movie reviews to write, and a constipated boyfriend to tend to. But later... later he would repent. To whom, he doesn't know. Himself? For someone who can't help but frequently please himself, he really is a difficult person for himself to please.

Maybe he could just keep delaying it. -----------------------------------------------------------------

[dorizardthewizard]

HSM (2006) rewatch pt 16 (final)

16: WHAT TEAM?

Yaaay champions! I like how he actually fakes right and breaks left in the game haha

We don’t get to see Gabriella winning though, but I imagine a scholastic decathlon win wouldn’t look so interesting

AND THE COCKBLOCK COUNTER STARTS NOW! : 1

This will be more relevant in the second movie

And yes I'm going to read too much into Chad breaking them up

Chad: So, you're going with me to the after-party, right? Taylor: Like on a date? Chad: Must be your lucky day!

Smooth, Chad, real smooth. Although I wish we could have gotten some moments of them actually becoming more close because it’s kind of out of nowhere? It's like they said, here’s the black best friend characters. Obviously we should just pair them up, no need to actually develop that everyone should get it.

^ For reference, it took like a few minutes of screentime for us to buy into Troy and Gabriella being into each other, so they really could have squeezed something in like, maybe during their talk when they realised they fucked up? They could have a genuine moment there.

Also quick fast forward but I read in an interview with Monique I think that she had the idea of giving Taylor a Britney-inspired outfit for the last scene, and yeah it's a pretty nice touch! A mix between preppy but also showing her letting loose.

I didn't clock that outfit at all at first though because I'm used to seeing school uniform in my country asdjhsf

Anyway yeah it’s too sudden for Sharpay to suddenly be cool with everyone now, but I don’t really care because they had no idea how big this movie would become and that they’d get sequels so I get why they wrapped that up quickly.

Awww Zeke! You gotta let it go man, there’s plenty of girls out there who will appreciate your cookies. Why does Sharpay reply “ew” to cookies what 😭😭 adding this to my lesbian Sharpay agenda

But Ryan picks them up at least and congratulates Zeke, he’s also wearing red so… supportive? Ok I see you Lucas I see what you were trying to do and I’m sorry Disney wouldn’t let you do it, but I do still find it hilarious how these little moments just get completely overshadowed by THAT scene in HSM2 LMAO

Aww Kelsi looking happy but awkward, same. Looks like everyone had an outfit change! She’s the playmaker! Troy’s like Kelsi fan number one and their friendship is so underrated honestly, he’s always lifting her up. Which must have been crazy for Kelsi, in the novelisation during their first interaction she’s like “THE Troy Bolton is being nice to me holy shit??”

Kelsi’s reaction is so funny though like, yeah I too would be like “Thanks!! Errr what do I do with this now I don’t know anything about basketball? Do I shoot it for fun? But I’ll probably flop and lose the ball, how long am I supposed to carry it for? Can I just… leave it to the side? Put it away I mean they’re gonna need it again? But I don’t want to look like I don’t appreciate it?????” This is what my brain is like during every single unscripted social interaction I engage in btw

Jason noticing her being a bit awkward and helping her shoot the ball is sweet, he’s just like that. Not a huge fan of taking her hat off though, I know it’s like this ooooh she’s letting loose moment but…. she had it on during Breaking Free when she’d just stood up to Sharpay and she was all energetic and confident during the performance, she’s all about her hats let her wear her hat! It comes off as the “oooooohhh this nerdy girl with questionable fashion sense is actually really beautiful if she just presents more conventionally!” trope

And now the final song! I've given up on making passable screencaps

I love watching the extras in this one because they’re obviously professional dancers and they just show everyone up, especially in that bit once the end credits start rolling. Ryan slays in this too, and happy to see Martha freely dancing there! As for the song itself, it’s iconic of course. For my personal listening tastes though, it's just a liiiittle too cheesy and for the kids. That’s what they were going for, with a pretty learnable choreography and all. Which is fine! It’s just not something I’d listen to much in my free time. I’m also haunted by another vine where these guys do a handshake or something and then break into this choreography idk, I can’t find it. Anyway B tier

WILDCATS EVERYWHERE! WAVE YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR! THAT'S THE WAY WE DO IT LET'S GET TO IT COME ON EVERYONE!! 😭

Hahahaha this post-credits scene, what was Zeke even doing just wandering around there aimlessly. Thinking about his rejection? : ( But no one can resist his baking for long!

His smile at the camera is so funny, yeah they never really went anywhere with this Sharpay-Zeke thing in the series so it’s kind of weird they keep throwing in little hints and Zeke still has a crush on her every movie

Aaaaand that’s the movie! This commentary has clocked in at over 9000 words, this is insane.

[palettepainter]

Not sure if you're still answering these type of ask. But do you have any Clifford headcanons? 👉👈

Maybe some about what Clifford and Zee's relationship was like???

my askbox is pretty much always open so people can ask for headcannons anytime! A heads up to longtime Clifford fans I've gotten a general idea of his character through watching episodes/clips from Muppets Tonight, so idk if theres other videos of him

-I did a post a while back with some Clifford headcannons so you can read them here: Palettepainter101 — Got any headcanons for Clifford? (tumblr.com)

-As for him and Zee overall they where a pretty normal, but fashionable, couple. From watching Muppets Tonight Clifford strikes me as the type of guy who is just trying to do his job, get paid, and put food on the table. If he's not dealing with some dumb shit backstage then he will be later. I kind of love him for that, he's just trying to run a show, let the man do his job.

-When they met Zee was just a singer and hadn't started her teaching career just yet. Zee sang at different joints more or less as a very passionate hobby, she was paid well but the gigs where far and few, so she wanted to get a fulltime job to make ends meet. She applies for a job at the Muppets Tonight studios for an actor, with her career as a dancer she was used to a stage and working alongside other muppets was a new change of pace that sounded fun to her. Since Zee was already a singer and proved to already have experience on a stage she got hired relatively quickly

-Zee had always preformed alone, so while it took a bit for her to adjust having acting partners she soon made quick friends with some of the other actors on the show. Being one of the oldest cousins to Zoot she's also naturally the mum friend of their group, so isn't afraid of rolling up her sleeves to get stuff down. Her and Clifford where pretty close by this point, since Zee was good at keeping a level head and people seemed to listen to her Clifford trusted her with a lot of other things he didn't have the time for.

In some bloopers for Muppets Tonight there's this one where Clifford gets into a fight with Johnny and his chimp Sal. I think it'd be funny if Zee see's this going down and naturally goes over to see what's wrong, manages to calm Sal down with nothing more then a few calm words and a smile, and the pair go on their way, before she turns to Clifford and probably asks "You good boss?"

-During the time when the two where starting to crush on each other there was a lot of flirting/playful teasing. Zee and Clifford could match each others energy, and their impeccable fashion tastes, but it took them ages to actually start dating. A lot of people on the show assumed they where dating long before they actually where because the back and fourth flirting game went on forever. The day Clifford actually went to ask Zee out stuff kept getting in his way, in typical, comical muppet fashion. Whenever he got round to talking with Zee something else would pop up, or Pepe and Seymour would interrupt him, then Zee would be called over by somebody else and he'd loose his chance. It wasn't until the end of the day when Clifford flops down in his office chair does Zee pop by with a coffee, probably with a "Sheesh, you look rough creampuff" comment (not unkindly). Clifford sighs, saying something about how the day was so hectic and how he looks like a mess. Zee chuckles, saying that he's still got his looks, and then Clifford asks her out

-The two where already flirty before they began dating, so adding dating to the mix felt totally natural for them. With Zee as his girlfriend Zee helped out a lot more with the operations of running the show, the stuff Clifford often handled alone with occasional help from Pepe and Rizzo. Zee's singing career had been pretty popular, but Muppets Tonight was really when it started to take off. Clifford made space for her to sing songs in-between acts to warm up the audience, and Clifford loves to hear her sing. The two where still very flirty even after dating, and might have snuck in a few make out sessions in Clifford's office during commercial breaks.

I want to say they dated for a handful of years, perhaps the two had started to share their own space (perhaps rumours of the two buying a new place together and settling down, only Zee and Clifford know for sure). But Zee was eventually approached by a business man to give her a brand deal with her singing, only issue is Zee would have to move. Clifford and her had a long talk about it, and at first they tried to make long distance work, but in the end neither wanted to hold the other back and decided to remain friends

[cosleia]

Hello hi, it's me, ms. 666. I have a ficlet request! How about cannoli(sh) kylux in the reality show Survivor?

Congratulations on winning a ficlet! :D Since I have never watched Survivor, I read a description of how the show works and poked around the Survivor Wiki a bit in order to write this. I've decided to go with the pre-Covid format of revealing the winner during the Reunion. Please forgive any inaccuracies.

I hope you enjoy!

kylux, 1045 words, modern au, survivor au

~

Armitage was not looking forward to the Survivor Reunion Show. He'd spent the last few months trying to forget the 26-day ordeal, and it was only the potential million-dollar win—and the guaranteed $10,000 attendance bonus—that had him taking a deep breath and walking onto the Los Angeles set now.

It should have been an easy win for him. Not only had he been taking care of his own basic needs since he was five years old, but every summer between the ages of 13 and 18, his father had abandoned him in the wilderness somewhere, telling him to find his way back to civilization on his own. There was no one on Earth better prepared to handle being left on an island with only the clothes on his back than Armitage Hux.

But Armitage had learned quickly that Survivor wasn't just about survival skills. It was also about manipulating other players into favoring you so you could avoid being voted off. This was not something Armitage had ever had occasion to learn, especially from Brendol Hux, who rather infamously had managed to make no alliances, at work or socially, in his entire life.

Unfortunately, one of the other contestants, who had made it all the way to the final two with Armitage, happened to be a natural manipulator. Kylo Ren had a way of ingratiating himself to people; if his wry wit didn't do it, all he generally had to do was take off his shirt or carry something heavy. He looked absolutely sinful eating a banana...or doing anything, really. And he knew it, and he used it to his advantage.

Not only had Armitage had to watch Kylo win immunity after immunity, but he'd had to pretend to like him, too, at least when talking with the other contestants. Because if they knew how much Armitage hated Kylo, they would have voted Armitage off long before the end. As it stood, Armitage had only made it as far as he had by going along with whatever the others were doing and occasionally sharing his survival knowledge with them. Kylo was almost guaranteed to be the final winner, and it was infuriating.

"Hey," a deep voice practically purred in his ear, thrumming so low Armitage's stomach flip-flopped. Big hands came up from behind to rest on Armitage's hips. "Long time no see."

"Not now, you cretin," Armitage hissed.

Kylo squeezed Armitage's hips, then let his hands slide away, thick fingers just grazing Armitage's outer thighs. "Later, then," he said, shoulder-checking Armitage as he made his way to the castaway seating.

"Fuck off," Armitage muttered at Kylo's unfairly broad back.

He'd been trying to forget that, too.

~

"The winner of Survivor is..."

Kylo Ren, Armitage thought resignedly.

"...Armitage Hux."

Armitage blinked. "What?"

"You're kidding," Kylo said.

"What?" Armitage said again.

"What the fuck," Kylo said.

~

The reunion show normally would have begun right after the announcement, during which the contestants would share what they'd been up to for the past few months and reminisce on things that had happened during the game.

Things went differently this time.

"This was obviously rigged," Kylo roared, leaping to his feet and sending his faux-stone bench flying. "I was the clear winner." He stormed to the urn, snatched it up and hurled it to the floor of the set, where it smashed into shards.

"You have no actual survival skills," Armitage yelled at him. "All you know how to do is trick people. I deserved to win."

He did deserve it. And he'd done it.

Kylo's head whipped up, his dark, angry eyes fixing on Armitage's face, and Armitage's heart skipped a beat. Then Kylo was barreling toward him, grabbing him by the shoulders, backing him up against the nearest fake palm tree.

"You think you're so perfect," Kylo snarled into Armitage's face.

"And you think you deserve whatever you want, just for existing," Armitage snapped back.

"I hate you," Kylo growled.

"I hate you."

"Now seems like the perfect time to show our first clip," host Jeff Probst broke in.

"And we're clear," called the producer. Behind her, the large flatscreen that showed what was currently on air flipped from the live feed to a recording. Armitage might not have noticed, except—

"Yeah," came the sound of his own voice. He sounded winded. "This is what you're made for, isn't it?"

Armitage's eyes widened. He almost didn't dare look at the monitor. When he did, he recognized the exterior of one of the huts back in Fiji.

The hut was shaking.

"They're doing it in there," one of the other contestants said in voiceover. "They've been doing it almost every night. They think we don't know."

"I would have voted against both of them way earlier, but I wanted to see what would happen. I mean, they kind of deserve each other, right?" said a different contestant's voice. "Assholes."

"And we're back in three, two," the producer called, miming the "1" and pointing to Jeff on zero.

"Looks like you two really made a love connection," Jeff said, giving Armitage and Kylo a sly grin. "When did this all start?"

"I refuse to indulge this—" Armitage began, but then Kylo said:

"The very first night. I knew he wanted me from the moment he saw me."

"You're the one who couldn't keep his hands to himself," Armitage retorted, because while he had his dignity, he could not let that stand. "Even today, right here—"

"I think we have a clip of that, too," Jeff said, and the flatscreen flipped to a recording of Armitage and Kylo standing at the edge of the set, Kylo's hands gripping Armitage's hips.

"Idiot," Armitage said, just as the live feed resumed.

"You're hot when you're pissed off," Kylo told him mockingly.

"You goddamn piece of shit," Armitage started to say, but he cut himself off this time, grabbing Kylo by the hair and thrusting his tongue into Kylo's mouth. Kylo pushed closer, and the fake tree behind Armitage collapsed, and Armitage and Kylo fell to the floor, mouths still locked together.

"Let's chat with the other castaways," Armitage thought he heard Jeff say. It didn't matter. Kylo was trying to subdue Armitage's tongue with his own, and Armitage wasn't about to let him.

~The End~

[stobinesque]

8, 9 & 11 for Steddie Ask Game 😊

huzzah! thank you ☺️

8: Favorite Steddie Headcanon you've read or written?

Oh!! At first I was going to say I don't know, but then remembered this post by @inklessletter (which I did also write fic of), where Eddie in Season 4 is flirting, but less out of an active crush on Steve, and more because "well I'm gonna die anyway might as well go out with a bang." As much as I enjoy various incarnations of Eddie having had a crush on/been in love with Steve since pre-s4, that is very much how I tend to hc Eddie in particular.

9: Do you imagine they would have been childhood friends?

I have enjoyed every single childhood friends AU I have read, and love friends to lover as a trope wholeheartedly. But where their canon characters are concerned? Ehhhh. I've really enjoyed canon compliant fics where they have a singular chance encounter as kids that sticks with the each of them for years (bonus points if one or both doesn't actually realize who it was). But beyond that I think childhood Steve and childhood Eddie would have too much working against them to really form a connection. I think even where they're both at in season 4 requires a good amount of Eddie stretching and Steve bending for them to reach an equilibrium that works. One of the things I actually find appealing about Steddie as a ship (in a canon context) is that it feels like a relationship that would work only because of how Steve has grown and developed as a character over the course of the show.

11: Which one would confess their attraction/love first? Why?

I flop back and forth on who I think it would make "more sense" to confess! I think Steve is more willing to risk immediate rejection than Eddie is, but that Eddie is more secure in their...potential? I think that Steve might be willing to confess his attraction, but would potentially hold himself back from confessing genuine feelings because while he could stomach an immediate rejection, he doesn't want to subject himself to a slowburn heartbreak again. Conversely, I think the popular hc that Eddie would be afraid of an immediate and somewhat vehement rejection is pretty spot on, but the second he realizes Steve returns the feelings he's 110% on board and ready to dive in. Ultimately I think it comes down to 1) whether or not one of them comes out to the other, independent of confessing their feelings and 2) how obvious Eddie is being in his flirting. I think if they get to a point where they're friends, and Eddie comes out, and is obviously flirting with Steve but in a way that Steve can accurately pinpoint as romantic flirting and not just sexual tension, I think Steve probably musters the courage to confess first. If Steve comes out to Eddie first, I think Eddie confesses on the spot. And then there's just a whole lot of other combinations of ways that could play out, obviously. There's also the fun definitely-not-going-to-end-badly scenario where they fall into bed together and both think it's just about sex for the other person, and in that situation it is truly a toss-up on who confesses first, but personally I like it to be Eddie, (largely bc we just have more canon evidence of all of Steve's specific baggage). (also all of that is assuming Steve already knows he's queer, which is my preferred way of writing Steddie <3) ...that one got away from me, oops.