#y'all aint ready

[rainbowcolored7]

Loving that my muse suddenly decided it was okay drawing nsfw art after like *checks watch* 20 years.

[2offayyo-kzt]

I'm a genius

[arcane-vagabond]

Did I ever mention to y'all how much the last few chapters of "Don't Hang'em Til Noon" are gonna wreck you?

Because it is. Without a doubt. 100%.

[fortjester]

ethel cain is so good at writing songs to imagine tlt amv's to

like wtf is this ^^ ms cain??? what is this if not harrow river bubble htn act 5 amv material????

[echoes-in-echoclan]

Quillpaw belongs to @blazingmicah-wc

The raffle reward moon is finally here!

Moon 0 

Moon 43 - Moon 44.2

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Alright, I’ve been sitting on this for a while and I think i’ve managed to sort out my thoughts so it’s not just agonized internal screaming. Time to finally talk about Monkie Kid Season 5.

Quick Disclaimers before we get started: please keep in mind i’m probably gonna be a little negative here. I’m not going after the animators or the writers or anything of the sort, I just need to get this out and slapping it on my blog just makes sense so people have the option to ignore it. Yes, I’m still grateful we still have the show, yes I’m still happy we have the same VA’s, don’t come at me. I’m not gonna get too salty cause I’ve gotten most of that out methinks and too much salt is bad for ya health, but I still do wanna talk about it and I’m still gonna be at least a little salty. If you’re not interested in hearing anything negative about the future of season five please don’t feel obligated to read. And please DO NOT take this as an invitation to bash on the new studio or anyone else in the replies, I really don’t wanna see that, go make your own post if you want to do that. I’m going to keep it under the cut so it’s easy to scroll past.

Welp, if you’re here to read, buckle up and here we go!

To start off, let's get the big personal bias thing out of the way: I strongly dislike puppet animation.

I say ‘strongly dislike’ and not hate because, while I hate most puppet animation, there is Bluey which is the best puppet animation can offer. I didn’t even know it was puppet animation for a while because of how beautifully it’s animated, so, puppet animation does have potential, I’m not gonna deny that. However, I hate that it is always used to replace 2D animation. It’s the cheaper, faster option and I can’t even begin to count the amount of shows that have started off with the plans for being 2D before being ultimately scrapped in favor of either puppet animation or 3D. Monkie Kid was the outlier in all that for me. It was 2D and it felt right. It was gorgeous and good for my brain to look at, it made me excited for animation and for art. It really was so incredibly special to me in a way it just can’t be anymore without Flying Bark’s animation. I probably won’t stop watching but, because of my dislike of puppet animation, it might be a bit of a struggle to get my brain to focus on it the way it used to, (we’ll see.) Absolutely no shade to Wildbrain (the new animation studio) they have worked miracles in the short time that they’ve had, they’ve managed to very closely replicate the style of monkie kid, and they are excellent at what they do, but when things are rushed (LEGO, [derogatory]) it makes it very hard to maintain a high standard, especially when we have something like Flying Bark’s animation to compare it to. And listen, please don’t tell me it looks similar to Flying Bark’s animation, please don’t send me shots and tell me but look how close it is! This one’s gorgeous! Because, at least to me… it’s not.

I’m the kind of person who sits in a room and I see a picture is crooked while no one else in the room notices. It could be off by centimeters but I still notice. It hurts my brain to look at and I go a bit insane until I can get up and straighten it, which usually makes people laugh and honestly yeah it’s kinda funny, but I really can’t stand things looking off, and, despite Wildbrain’s valiant attempt and excellent replication of the style, everything in the trailer we got looks off to me. From the framing, to the animation, to the design of the new characters; from the perspective to the coloring, everything is off and my ‘PLEASE LET ME STRAIGHTEN THE PICTURE’ brain hurts looking at it. I’m not trying to rag on the animation, I know they’re doing their best. Off things just hurt my brain to look at.

That’s why I loved Flying Bark’s animation so much. From Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles to Monkie Kid to Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur, Flying Bark’s animation has scratched that itch in my brain that has desperately wanted things to look right. Everything is just so shaped!!! AAA!!!

Now, there are episodes of monkie kid that I’m not as big of a fan of. Impossible Delivery is one of them. I’m not a fan of how some scenes are drawn in it, so I tend to avoid it a lot. And that was done by Flying Bark so, this new animation for Monkie Kid is really doing a number on me.

…that being said: I still aint’ about that ‘flying bark started out awkward too’

Once again, ABSOLUTELY NO SHADE TO WILDBRAIN, (or anyone who’s said this at any point, I ain’t coming for your kneecaps,) they have done a SPECTACULAR job replicating Flying Bark’s style in the time that they have and I’m sure LEGO has been putting them through the wringer and rushing them through stuff (which I’ll complain about in a minute) but that’s the thing… They replicated Flying Bark’s Style. Style and animation are two completely separate things. This same drama was used by critics to bash the crap out of ROTTMNT when it first came out; they kept saying the animation was ugly, but it wasn’t, the animation was gorgeous, it was the style that they disliked because, most shows right now start off clunky and a little ugly and that’s just how it is. (Also the promotional material for Rise dragged it through the mud. I will always be salty about that.)

The pilot of monkie kid’s style wasn't all the way there, I’m not gonna deny that. The crew at flying bark were still figuring things out how to draw lego, BUT. The perspective, the framing, and the animation were all on point and just as gorgeous as the rest of the series. When I hear the argument that Flying Bark wasn’t great at first either it makes me want to tear my hair out because it WAS great. IT WAS ABSOLUTELY GREAT, FROM THE BEGINNING, THEIR ANIMATION HAS BEEN GORGEOUS IN MONKIE KID SINCE DAY ONE. The style is what was off. With this new animation we have the opposite experience. Instead of an awkward style with a god tier animation, we have a pretty excellent replication of a good style with an animation form I personally am not a very big fan of. It’s jarring. And even though I’m sure wildbrain will indeed get into their own groove, it will likely never be as earth shattering as Flying Bark because Flying Bark is Flying Bark and what they did was possible because of 2D.

Onto yelling at lego here we go: 'Be grateful it wasn’t canceled'

I’ma be real, this one bugs me the most.

The animation industry right now sucks. There’s no denying it. We have incredible artists left and right being messed over by studios and companies, entirely completed series being deleted, artists being ripped off, overworked and underpaid, outsourcing in every way they can, the disrespect of A/I, and 2D animation especially being dragged through the mud, even with groundbreaking 2D+3D movies like Spider-Verse and award winning movies like The Boy and the Heron, proving 2D is far from dead. Shows are being canceled before their second or third seasons, ideas are being recycled, so many people have watched their favorite things end too soon, and I’m one of them. Bro I was into DRAGON BOOSTER as a kid. Do you know that show? Probably not. It was canceled after one season YEARS ago and ended on a cliffhanger that makes me hurt to this day and I was a kid back then. (Incredible show btw you should give it a watch.) This cancellation thing isn’t new. I got on board with Rise only to see it sniped because Nickelodeon is stupid. Legend of Korra got messed over by Nickelodeon too. I have experienced cancellation/rushed endings before and it sucks. And it fills me with rage to see the bar is so low, that we should all just be okay with what happened because ‘at least it wasn’t canceled.’ I’m not mad at the people saying this, I’m just upset that this is what the reality of animation is. Heck I'm allowed to be upset about it.

And, let’s be real for a second here… Monkie Kid is LEGO’s product for China. It’s making them money. Canceling monkie kid would be shooti ng themselves in the foot more than anything else. LEGO is not hurting for money. Ninjago ran for FIFTEEN seasons and is still running today in this soft-reboot with even better animation than before. LEGO has the means. They don’t need to rush animators to finish things or underpay people. Flying Bark is in big demand right now because more and more people are noticing how good their stuff is. I’m willing to bet their schedule is packed, (they’re working on the ATLA movie which I have mixed emotions about but at least the animation’s gonna be BANGER and last I heard a stranger things animated series??) and when you’re in that high of demand you have to raise your prices, that’s just how that works. But even with that, given enough patience, time, and proper pay, I have no doubt they could have done Monkie Kid as well. We know Lego was pushing them way too hard to animate Monkie Kid and that animation is INSANE and not cheap. LEGO can afford that. But they decided it wasn’t worth that.

Okay don’t quote me on that last bit. I really didn’t want to start going off about conspiracy theories but I admit I get really frustrated when I hear the ‘at least it wasn’t canceled’ thing because I know there’s more going on behind the scenes, people just aren’t transparent about it. Studios and companies right now don’t really care about the quality of things, it’s the artists and the writers and the creators that care about the quality. There are other 2D studios out there but LEGO chose to go with puppet animation because it's faster and cheaper. I am always going to be upset about that. Am I grateful Monkie Kid wasn’t canceled? Sure. But at the same time I don’t want to feel grateful for the bare minimum. I’m angry at the state of the animation industry that no one in the higher-ups of these industries seem to respect 2D animators or 2D animation in general, that no one seems to understand how much skill it takes to animate and how worth investing in it is. And seeing people tell others upset by this that they should be grateful they have anything at all just rubs me the wrong way.

And the audacity to change the animation is ridiculous to me because a huge part of the audience for LMK is here because of the animation. It’s not like Ninjago, which started off with low budget 3D and slowly got better and better over time with a few dips here and there. We started off with one of the best 2D animated shows of all time, (in my monkey obsessed opinion,) animated the way it was to draw in an audience, and suddenly for no reason at all and no prior warning we’ve dropped down to what every pilot of every puppet animation children show looks like these days. It feels like a crummy thing to do. Yes, I’m aware we’re lucky we still have a show, yes I’m grateful we still have the same VA’s and the same writers. But this is a big and abrupt change and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t suck.

Okay, onto my biggest concern: how the writing of the show will pair with this new animation.

With all due respect and love to the writers, Monkie Kid is awful when it comes to biased narration in their storytelling. It has relied so so heavily on visual storytelling to fill in the gaps and tell us what’s actually going on while the dialogue is lying to our face. If you’re not looking, it can lead you to woefully misunderstand the characters and what is happening. It’s a style of writing that I’m not a super big fan of, BUT I, for the most part (aside from fandom craziness,) enjoyed it! Because the animation helped it hold up. What made the storytelling work was the nuance and incredible detail in Flying Bark’s animation. You could analyze every expression, every style difference in flashbacks, and it would tell you so much; I am a SUCKER for that kind of stuff--drawing expressions and emotions is something I love so much--and Flying Bark served it to me on a silver platter with a golden spoon and crystal clear mountain water. The scope of what Flying Bark was able to do… I just don’t know if it can be replicated in puppet animation and that scares me a bit storytelling wise. Because I don’t want to be stressed out by Monkie Kid and unreliable narrators have a habit of stressing me out. It’s not to bad as long as it’s resolved later, but Monkie Kid has a habit of blowing over things, especially in regards to the lies told about Wukong and the only thing that tells us something different happened are the visuals, which stresses me out cause it results in INTENSE fandom bashing my favorite monkey and it’s really hard to avoid. (This is why I stepped back so far from interacting with the fandom.) I don’t want something that brought me comfort in my darkest times to be twisted into something I no longer want to see.

Is this the worst possible thing to have happened? No, of course not. It’s definitely not all that awesome either. For me it’s like eating at a gourmet restaurant having their insane mac n cheese every day for years and then suddenly you’re served KD from the dollar store and told you should be grateful because it could be worse, all the while the restaurant keeps its gourmet title. There’s nothing wrong with KD but bro I want my mac n cheese--

The fact that there was no prior warning is what really makes all this feel so sucky. I know this isn’t the end of monkie kid, but the animation is one of the biggest things that made the show unique, it’s what drew so many incredible artists in, it’s what inspired me to create and make friends and keep living. The animation provided nuance to the characters when the writing sometimes fell flat. It gave insights and information that worked well with the face-paced storytelling and brought the incredible voice acting to life. It’s not really going to be the same without it.

There is ofc more than just the animation that made monkie kid great. The voice actors, the SOUNDTRACK, the sound effects are all off the charts insanely high quality but man. It’s not complete without it. There’s a big ol’ gaping hole in the show and in my heart and as much as I love the show, that’s really rough. Because it’s not as though this makes things better. The quality didn’t drop because people wanted it to be easier for animators to animate, Wildbrain I’m sure is having a time meeting LEGO’s crazy deadlines right now, just like Flying Bark did. There was so much reused animation in season 4 because of how hard LEGO was riding animators' tails and pushing them to get things out faster and faster and I was more than alright with the reused animation so the animators could catch a break. But instead of backing off and being respectful of the time it takes to animate, LEGO dropped Flying Bark like a hot potato and immediately went to the cheaper, faster puppet animation. (JUST A THEORY/VENT DON’T QUOTE ME.) It’s not like there aren’t other 2D animation studios out there but they picked the puppet. And that SUCKS. I would have been okay waiting another year for monkie kid easy because Flying Bark is WORTH IT. I understand how long things take and that if I want a high quality product its going to take skill and time. It hurts me to watch animators having it rough because no one else seems to get that.

Alright in conclusion: We’ve only seen a few seconds of the trailer.

It’s hard to judge what the entire show will look like based off of that little. It could be incomplete, Wildbrain could get better, they could find their groove, I ain’t gonna rag on the animation because it’s giving you exactly the quality--maybe even higher--expected of what it is. It’s puppet animation. I dunno what to tell you man. But it’s not about that for me. For me it’s about 2D. It’s about some of the greatest animation I’ve ever seen being replaced when it didn’t need to be and that sucks. Flying Bark gave us the world and we didn’t lose that for any reason other than money and greed and impatience. That is so discouraging and upsetting. It is something else to go from every frame leaving me breathless and staring and in awe over the quality of the animation to Puppet Animation. The change hurts. Honestly, I never thought I would be as devastated as I am. I’ve processed a bit but I think it’s always going to suck because of how important monkie kid has become to me. I miss flying bark so much already. I’m still going to try and watch the show, but we’ll see how my brain does with the puppet animation. Don’t go ragging on the animators, guys, they’re doing their best and I gotta respect em.

I do wish we’d gotten more time to mourn flying bark’s absence. I wish people had gotten a heads up when season 4 had ended so they could have time to adjust and then get ready for the new style, because watching everyone hype themselves up for flying barks’ animation only to be told they're gone by a trailer kiiiinda sucks. But I digress.

I do find it funny it took changing animation studios for us to finally get a trailer and poster on time before the eps drop. So in a way, I appreciate that much of a warning at least. Better than nothing! And we’ve always wanted a trailer out first lol HGLKJSDF

I ain’t even gonna pretend I ain’t spoiled as HECK by flying bark’s animation. Honestly without it, I don’t know if I’d be as attached to the characters as I am. Real talk, I don’t know if I ever would have even watched Monkie Kid without it. I’m gonna miss flying bark with all I have in me and it's going to make rewatching and enjoying the show hard because of all this. I’m going to miss the time when every part of this show was a comfort to my brain and soul. Flying Bark's energy is unmatched, they bring a life to things that I haven’t seen anywhere else and I’m always gonna be grateful for the time I had with them animating Monkie Kid.

This is it. No more more Flying Bark monkie kid. The end. And that’s going to sting for a while. And probably keep stinging throughout the new season because… well… I love monkie kid. So seeing it become something else is going to hurt, especially if you hold it so close to your heart.

These new animators are doing their best and we can’t fault em for that. It ain’t their fault the animation industry is what it is. It’s great we still have the show going when so many other things have gotten canceled but the fact the bar is so low can hurt like heck too.

We’re gonna miss flying bark for a long time. It’s so goofy that something as simple as animation could have burrowed so deep into our hearts but it has and that’s truly wondrous and the magic of storytelling. I love shows. I love movies. I love what monkie kid was, and I hope I can learn to be okay with what it will be now. (Even with my ‘STRAIGHTEN THE PICTURE’ brain screaming at me lol.) Wishing you all the best, don’t make fun of the animation needlessly or go after the animators, be kind to them and to each other. If you wanna be salty don't send it to me just make ur own post thanks ima drop this and then go try some positivity lol. Until next time! I’ll see you in Monkie Kid season 5

Knox out

[ghastigiggles]

Hello!!! I've been holding this request off a bit bc I feel so bad about requesting Stelle since you've written for her like twice now but uhm

"Here comes the tickle~ monster~" from mischievous prompts. If you can, maybe it's Stelle and March having a tickle fight but if you don't want to, how about ler Stelle + lee March for a change (Since I read the ask game thingy where u said that they have tickle fights or smth like that)

I'm sorry I just very enthusiastically adore these very two lesbians so erm!

Anyways I hope you're having a good day so far!

Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

“Stop, knock it off!”

“Maaaarch…~”

The pastel-inclined girl squealed, sprinting her way across the cabin – much to Pom-Pom’s distress (“Hey, how many times has Pom-Pom told you not to run unless it’s an emergency?! If you run into a wall again, Pom-Pom’s not helping you!”) – while her pursuer stalked after, slow and determined, like a predator.

Sparing no time for thought, she slammed her way into her cabin, leaving the door slightly ajar (in the spirit of the game, of course) and glancing around her space for a good hiding place.

“Ugh, agh, c’moooon…. Why’d you have to choose the day after I cleaned up to do this?!”

"Here comes the tickle monster…"

A thrill ran up her spine at the low, foreboding words echoing down the hall outside, and she squeaked, dipping herself under her bed and pushing as far back as she could, holding her breath. From her vantage point, she could see her door slide fully open with a soft chuckle from her friend, and watch the black heels slowly meander around her room, walking a few circles.

“C’mon, March, what’re you hiding for? Am I really so scary?”

Yes…!!!

Covering her mouth with both hands – mostly to muffle the anticipatory giggles – March shuffled back a little further and screwed her eyes shut, hearing Stelle move around the bed, each click of her heels making her stomach flutter.

Before long, her ankles were grabbed as she was yanked out of hiding, and she shrieked, already hugging her torso to protect herself as Stelle dropped down to straddle her and start squeezing her sides, worming her hands under March’s arms.

“No no NO NO NOHOHO!! Stelle, d-dohohohon’t –!”

“I was gonna be nice, until you went and hid from me… Now? I’m not stopping until Dan Heng comes back, just for this little goose chase!”

March could only squeal, not at all dissatisfied with this fate – and comfortable in the knowledge that not only would her kicks leave a few small bruises, but she’d have immediate revenge when Dan Heng got back, if he stayed true to her request…

[bucket-puns]

Personally. It'd be funny to have Ishmael on the extraction team. But that's just me.

[seasidesandstarscapes]

Right in the Numbers - Chapter 1

Summary:

Don is a major league hockey player with a secret. Sometimes, his paycheck goes to a specific camboy, a far-off fantasy that gets him through lonely nights. It's a great anonymous arrangement, until the camboy pops up as the new goalie for the season. Don is so screwed.

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Modern AU, Hockey, Camming, Strangers to Lovers, Friends with Benefits, Falling in Love, Porn with Plot

(and many more tags on AO3 lol)

Words: 3858

A/N: welp here it is. shout-out to @savvylittlecoxswain who was the main fuel and inspiration behind pretty much all of the hockey stuff that pops up in this fic!!!

-

AO3

or

Don’s friends are right, it’s always the quiet ones. 

He’s been waiting for this all week, turning down plans because tonight is special. He even has money invested in this. Nothing outrageous of course, but it’d be enough to get a few raised eyebrows if his team ever found out.

Don settles against the headboard, pillows stacked behind him as he opens his laptop. A finger traces around his mouth while he brings up the website, anxiously watching the loading screen.

It’s not time to start yet but the chat is full force, just as excited as Don. He doesn’t really join in, not unless he’s just left a tip, and even then his nerves get the best of him.

The screen blinks and Don holds his breath as a face appears on the screen. The man on the other side is adjusting the camera, smiling and looking directly into the lenses. 

If Don pretends, the smile is just for him.

He doesn’t know the man’s real name, but he has his own nickname for the streamer. B. Maybe it’s a bit simple but Don has his reasons.

“You all are begging for it,” B smiles at the screen, his eyes darting over to the chat.

Don rolls his eyes a little at the lewd comments, the over-the-top confessions of love. All B wants is the money and Don’s fine with that.

The string of his hoodie is now in his mouth as he watches B interact with the chat. His laugh is beautiful, smile so big and genuine. Don wonders what really makes B happy, what he does when he’s not camming.

“Well, it’s finally eight o clock,” B scoots back onto the bed. “DH22 bought tonight’s tier, so this one’s for you, baby.”

Don blushes. No one knows it’s him, B only knows him as a username, but it still feels so personal. 

Dressed in just a white t-shirt and jeans, B sits back on his heels, legs spread so his erection presses against the restraining fabric. Don exhales sharply through his nose, his own cock stirring to attention. 

B bites his lip, runs his hands down his sides, across his thighs. 

“Been waiting for you all day,” B sighs. “Wanted to get off so bad.”

Don swallows, wonders if he should say something in the chat. He hesitates before throwing all hell to the wind.

But you didn’t, did you?

There is a ding on B’s end and Don realizes notifications for his responses are turned on. 

“That’s right,” B pops the button of his jeans. “I was good for you.”

This is almost too much. With a swear, Don shoves his sweatpants and briefs out of the way, gives his cock a quick stroke. Meanwhile, B drags his zipper open, slides his underwear down just enough so the tip of his cock is peeking out. 

“Since I was such a good boy, do I get rewarded?”

Fuck. Don is tempted to really drag this out, but B is the picture of sin. 

Touch yourself nice and slow.

B groans with relief, pulls out his cock and teases with his fingers. He slides his hand lazily along the length, moaning and throwing his head back. 

So perfect. Just for me.

Don wants to die. He doesn’t know why he typed that, barely remembers doing so. 

“Yeah, I’m all yours,” B smiles. “Wish you were here to fill me up.”

Squeezing the base of his cock, Don holds off his impending orgasm. He can’t finish so soon, not when the real show is yet to come. 

Can you finger yourself? Open up for me?

Any initial embarrassment is starting to fade. Don is safe behind a computer screen, he can be as filthy and demanding as he wants. After all, he did pay for tonight’s show.

“Oh fuck yeah,” B grins. 

He strips out of his clothes, turns around so his back is to the camera. B flashes a smile over his shoulder, grabs a bottle of lube and coats his fingers. 

“I bet your fingers are bigger than mine,” B sighs as he slides the first finger in. “God, you’d stretch me so good.”

Don can only dream and he moans as B falls forward, his ass and hole taking up most of the screen. 

“Oh, fuck,” B whines, shoving more fingers into his tight hole. “Fuck me, D.”

Blood pounds in Don’s ears as he fists his cock. B is way too good at this. He’s a flirt, charming, and so incredibly hot. It’s no wonder he’s a top star in the cam world.

“Baby,” B pants, twisting just enough so the camera can catch his face. “Can I use my dildo?”

Don knows just which one B is going to use and he almost explodes at the thought. 

Of course.

B lights up, reaches off camera to grab the toy. It’s skin colored and veined, exactly the same size as Don’s cock. At least, if he’s done his math right. He didn’t stay up until 5 after that live-stream for nothing. 

The dildo slides easily into B and he sits up to fill himself all the way. 

“Oh my god,” Don groans, squeezing his cock. 

“Yes, D, oh fuck,” B moans as he lifts himself and slams back down. “Just imagine your hands on me.”

It would be better than his first goal. Better than making the leagues. Don’s hand is flying now and he doesn’t last as B fucks the dildo.

Don cries out as he comes, coating his hand, getting some on his hoodie. He pumps through the sensitivity, his ears filled with B’s moans and whines.

“I’m close,” B stammers.

Come for me then.

Don doesn’t know how he manages to type that and grimaces at his cum covered hand.

B adjusts his position so the camera has a perfect side view of him, dildo underneath him, cock bouncing against his stomach.

Becoming incoherent and babbling, B comes untouched, back arching, white ribbons spilling across his body and bed. B shakes through the orgasm, closes his eyes as he collects himself.

Good boy.

B smiles at the camera, faces it as he drags his fingers through the cum on his stomach and chest. 

“Just for you, DH22.”

Thank you.

It’s cheesy but Don means it. Tonight was amazing and hot. Post-orgasm, B is beautiful, disheveled and smiling. 

“I should be thanking you,” B laughs a little. “I hope you’ll be getting another tier again.” 

He winks at the camera and Don heaves a sigh. He has to remind himself this is just a transaction, no meaning behind it. With a quick goodbye, Don leaves the chat, closes his laptop. 

He needs a shower.

~

It’s the usual locker room camaraderie on this Monday and Don tries to tape up his stick without any interference. 

He’s thinking over what he needs to focus on during practice when the locker room door opens. Ulbrickson walks in and everyone goes silent.

“I’m sure you’ve all heard the rumors and I’m here to tell you it’s true.”

There are glances exchanged, conversations to be had later, but for now the team keeps listening. 

“So, while Morry is recovering, we have a new goalie. Don’t give him a hard time,” Ulbrickson says and opens the door. 

The next person who walks in is a shorter man with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. His stare is challenging, fiery, but Don’s heart is in his stomach.

It’s fucking B.

He’s seen this man naked, heard his voice during sex. And now here he is looking around the room and locking eyes with Don. 

Don panics, stares at his feet. No, this can’t be. B is just a fantasy behind a camera, not right in front of him, real as can be.

“Name’s Bobby Moch,” B introduces. “No need to go easy on me cause I sure won’t with you.”

He flashes a grin then and the locker room relaxes, a few laughs here and there. Not that Don is feeling anything but abject terror. He might give himself away, might say the wrong thing during practice. 

He looks up as Bobby approaches him and he thinks to run. 

“Guess this stall is mine then?” Bobby points to the empty one next to Don.

Shit.

“Uh, yeah. I think,” Don mumbles, trying to focus back on his stick. 

Bobby just shrugs and gets ready for practice by taking off his shirt first. Don wants the ground to swallow him up and he rushes through taping and getting fully geared up. 

He’s just about to leave when a hand on his arm stops him. 

“Always nice to meet a fan,” Bobby says quietly with a smirk.

Don’s eyes widen and he stumbles back before rushing out of the locker room. He’s so screwed.

He scrambles onto the ice, but even the comfort of his blades cutting into his turns don’t quell the storm inside of him. 

It must be radiating because Joe comes over, nudges him.

“New goalie rubbing you the wrong way?”

Not quite, Don thinks. “What do you mean?” He tries to feign innocence.

Joe raises an eyebrow, laughs under his breath. “Haven’t seen you like this since Chuck gave you that drunk lap dance.”

Don doesn’t want to remember that night, especially with Bobby clamoring onto the ice. He’s a bulky form now, hidden behind the goalie helmet and Don breathes a sigh of relief. He doesn’t know if he could get through practice seeing Bobby’s face clearly.

“It’s nothing,” Don quickly says and Joe opens his mouth. 

It’s then when Ulbrickson calls for drills. Thankful for this saving grace, Don gives Joe a small shrug, as if to apologize, though he’s not sorry at all. Right now, he just has to focus on the ice, the stick in his hands. He sees Bobby out of the corner of his eye but does his best to ignore him. 

It goes fine until it’s time to practice scoring on Bobby. Don has no choice but to look at him now and hates how Bobby’s eyes bore into him. He must realize by now who Don is exactly. He can practically feel the number on his jersey screaming out to Bobby. 

He doesn’t mean to take a backseat while the guys shoot pucks at Bobby, but right now he needs all the time he can get.

Bobby is a force to be reckoned with. No one can get a goal past him and now everyone is starting to doubt themselves. It’s Don’s turn at last, nowhere to run, and he swallows, tightens his grip on his stick.

Don inhales sharply through his nose, bats the puck a bit before he tries to pull a fast one on Bobby.

It doesn’t work.

Bobby blocks his puck, sends it scattering away with a hollow echo. It’s quiet in the arena and Don chews around the mouthguard. 

Ulbrickson says something to the team but Don doesn’t hear it. He can only watch as Bobby gives him a smug grin, raised eyebrows challenging him. 

Don’s hands are clammy, a lump has formed in his throat. He’s going to be off the team today at this rate. If all it takes is one man to throw him off his groove, Don can only imagine how the games will be. 

Bobby moves out from the net, sidles in close to Don.

“DH22, huh?” Bobby’s voice is so quiet, Don has to strain to hear it. “I had fun with you last night.”

Don chokes on his own spit, eyes going wide as Bobby goes back to his previous position. Bobby is smiling like he’s won the Stanley Cup and Don wants to cry. 

“You okay, Humesy?” Roger asks, skating up next to Don’s frozen form.

“Hm?” Don blinks.

His mind is a mess of confusion, horniness and god knows what else as Bobby’s words echo in his ears.

“You’re kinda blocking the way if we want to practice on Bobby.”

Don wishes Roger hadn’t said it like that and he winces as he skates to the side.

“Alright, give it to me, baby!” Bobby cajoles the team and gives Don a wink.

Maybe if he faints he can escape this cruel twist of fate. 

“You think you can take all of us at once, Moch?” Chuck calls back.

The mental image in Don’s head is killing him and he panics when a hand lands on his shoulder. 

“You don’t look so good,” Jim’s eyes shine with concern.

Shaking his head, Don forces a smile. “I’m fine. Great.”

Jim isn’t convinced, but he lets Don be as he joins the others. Even with eight guys scoring on him, Bobby manages to block most of the shots and Don thinks he sees a trace of a smile on Ulbrickson’s face. 

If only he could feel the same way.

When they’re finished with practice, changing out of their uniforms for the day, Don nearly screams when Bobby sidles up next to him.

“Last game with the Preds, you played pretty solidly,” Bobby compliments as he strips himself down.

Don focuses on his stall, his chance to escape as Bobby keeps chatting, just standing around in his briefs. Sure, he’s seen Bobby with a dick up his ass but this is different. 

“Think you could change it up a little though.”

“What does that mean?” Don frowns as his jersey drops to the floor. 

Bobby laughs, clear and bright. “During practice. You went for your usual deke.”

He bends down and picks up Don’s jersey for him. Don tries to ignore the curve of his spine, the flex of his shoulder.

“That so?” Don mumbles as he takes the jersey from Bobby. 

“Yeah. Well, I’m going to hit the showers. Wait for me?”

Don knows he should refuse. Should just run, but he just nods his head and settles into defeat. At this Bobby gives Don a wide smile and a slap on the back.

Well, actually he slaps his ass. 

Before Don can say anything Bobby has already slipped away. 

The sting of the slap sends a shiver along Don’s body. Already Bobby is comfortable with him and Don can’t find it in himself to be anything but enamored. He’s even tempted to follow Bobby into the showers.

Then, Don collects himself and he curses his growing erection. 

He could run home and just take care of this on his own, but anticipation hangs in the air. Maybe Bobby has something else in mind. It’s stupid to hope but Don can’t help himself and he makes a grocery list in his head to ignore his hormones. 

Bobby’s shower is quick and he seems pleasantly surprised to see Don waiting for him. Most of the team is gone by now and Bobby glances around before leaning close to Don.

“Your place or mine?”

Right here if they could. 

But Don composes himself and shrugs. He couldn’t care less if this means what he thinks it does. 

Bobby chuckles, drops his towel to change and Don is a tomato. He looks away, pretends he doesn’t already know where every freckle and mole sits on Bobby’s skin. 

“Such a gentleman,” Bobby pulls Don from his mind.

Bobby is dressed now, jeans and a hoodie, and he pulls Don from the locker room. No one seems to notice to Don’s relief and before he knows it they’re at an unfamiliar car.

“Wait,” Bobby frowns. “Did you drive here?”

Don shakes his head. “I usually get a ride from one of the guys.”

“Oh good,” Bobby smiles as he climbs into the driver’s seat and motions Don to get in the car as well.

The first thing Don notices is how much the car smells like flowers. He spots the air freshener easily, a cartoonish daisy dangling from the rear view mirror. It’s rather cute. 

Bobby’s eyes sparkle as they head off, but no words are exchanged. Don doesn’t even know where to start. A simple “Was I what you expected?” doesn't seem to cut it.

They pull into a parking lot and Don is in a haze as he follows Bobby up to his apartment. It’s spacious and clean, bright decorations that just scream for Don to look at them. He’s not surprised Bobby has such a nice place. He can only imagine Bobby’s supplemental income on top of being in major league hockey. And that’s the other thing.

“How has no one else found your channel?” Don blurts out before he can stop himself. 

Bobby laughs with a shrug. “I’m sure they have, but there’s been worse scandals in the leagues. You saw me at practice anyways. They’d be idiots to cut me.”

Don supposes Bobby is right and apologizes for his abrupt question. 

“It’s fine,” Bobby waves him off. “Always happy to educate.”

There’s no doubt of that in Don’s mind and he only registers he’s in Bobby’s bedroom when Bobby shoves him back onto the mattress. It’s softer than the camera makes it look and Don can see all the equipment and toys shoved to the corner of the room.

“Can I ride you?” Bobby climbs on top of Don, braces himself over him.

Don can only nod, still in disbelief he’s here. With his porn crush. 

Bobby leans down and kisses Don deeply before he jumps off to strip out of his clothes. Don figures he better follow suit, but he feels awkward and gangly as his foot gets stuck in his jeans.

“Here.” Bobby helps Don with the last of his clothes before he’s attacking him again, kissing along his jaw and down his neck.

“Fuck, if I had known I’d be meeting you like this, I would’ve given you last night’s show free,” Bobby pants as he trails his mouth across Don’s chest.

Don moans, but whether it’s at Bobby’s words or his lips, he’s not sure. 

“Can’t wait to get you inside me. Gonna be so good,” Bobby kisses Don’s stomach.

He goes lower, a ghost of a breath along Don’s cock. Don shudders, can’t even think of a single thing to say. He’s sure this is all just a dream.

A bottle of lube bounces next to him and Bobby sits at his waist.

“Finger me?” Bobby asks, his eyes begging, lip almost in a pout.

Don’s heart thuds in his chest and he sits up to crash into Bobby with another kiss as he opens the lube. Fingers coated, he traces his hand to Bobby’s hole, soaking in the shudder and bated breath Bobby gives him.

Licking his lips, Don prods with the first finger, watching Bobby’s face. His eyes roll up, he’s in pure ecstasy as Don pushes the digit further in. He’s fingered himself before and enjoyed it, but Bobby makes it seem like there’s no greater pleasure. 

“God I knew it,” Bobby gasps. “Your fingers are so big.”

“I only have one in you.”

Bobby huffs with a grin and wraps his arms around Don’s shoulders. “You know what I mean.”

Don copies Bobby’s smile, kisses his collarbone as he slides another finger next to the first. Bobby bites down on his lip and Don worries Bobby will draw blood until Bobby lets out a heady moan as Don drags his fingers out.

“Please, please, I’m so ready,” Bobby grips tight to Don. 

Better safe than sorry, Don takes the time to stuff Bobby three fingers full, dragging his fingertips along the inside of Bobby’s hole. His mouth marks up Bobby’s shoulders, neck, and Bobby makes no protest, only holding Don closer. 

After a bit more fingering, Bobby whimpers, grinds his neglected cock against Don’s stomach. His impatience takes over and he lifts himself off Don’s fingers, shoves him to lay back on the bed. 

Snatching a condom from the bedside table, Bobby drags it over Don’s cock, a prideful smile as Don arches off the bed. He’s not going to last long. 

Bobby is careful as he guides the tip into his hole, discomfort only flashing once across his face. It takes more than one try, but once Bobby is fully seated, the two men groan in tandem. 

“So much better than a dildo,” Bobby sighs as he wiggles his hips.

“Even better than the tentacle one?” Don quips under his breath but Bobby catches it all the same.

“Well, it’s close but I think you just edge out on top,” Bobby teases.

The two laugh which quickly turns into swearing as Bobby moves on Don’s cock. 

Bobby’s hands splay across Don’s stomach, his knees taking the rest of the weight as he slides up and down the length. 

Don grabs onto Bobby’s hips, thrusts each time Bobby comes down. Bobby writhes and moans, his eyes shut tight and fingers curling. Don refuses to miss a single second of Bobby, staring so intensely, he wouldn’t be surprised if Bobby caught on fire. 

Bobby clenches around him and Don is lost. He can’t think beyond his release, what Bobby will look like when he comes. He’s seen it a million times, but this will outshine them all. 

“Don,” Bobby moans, and Don sits up, holding Bobby tight against him.

Their movements are haphazard, yet steady and before Don knows it, he’s coming with a stuttered moan. Bobby keeps grinding against him, repeating his name and Don’s about to pass out when he feels warmth spill on his skin. 

They hold onto each other, silence overtaking the room before Bobby pulls back with a brilliant smile. 

“Damn, I’ve gotta have you on the channel sometime.”

Don blushes, unsure of what to say as Bobby peels himself off and stumbles to the hallway. Still in a bit of stunned silence, Don takes off the condom and silently thanks Bobby for the trash can that sits right next to the bed. 

“Here.”

A washcloth smacks Don in the face and he rolls his eyes at Bobby’s laughter. 

“You’re lucky I like you,” Don says as he cleans himself off.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” Bobby curls up next to Don, his body squeaky clean. 

Don doesn’t ask and when Bobby takes the washcloth, sets it to the side, they lay back in the bed, tangling up in the sheets.

“So,” Bobby starts. “Is this cool?”

“The sex or…?” Don isn’t sure what Bobby is getting at and he prepares himself for the conversation to go any which way.

“I mean,” Bobby shrugs. “It’s kinda hard to date when we’re on the road so much. But I liked this.”

“No strings attached?” Don offers.

Relief washes over Bobby’s face and he nods. “I mean if it’s alright.”

“Fine with me.”

Don gets it. His last serious relationship ended in an all out war. He doesn’t need the drama and if this never happens again, then at least Don gets to say he slept with Bobby once. 

If he’s being honest, this is freeing. Exciting even. There’s no risk of heartbreak and the day they have to say goodbye, at least it will be on good terms. 

Yeah, Don thinks he can definitely handle this. 

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//Hello folks!! Runner of the @thebreakfastbandit account here!!

I almost forgot about Major Mancake, but thanks to a friend of mine, he's been added to my lore, and I've fixed him up a little blog!!

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