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As an adult you must cultivate the skill of “Gross! Oh, well. Not my business.”

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59 burly/donnie

burly/donnie + mirror sex enjoy this terribly written and extremely short porn read here on ao3

Burly hated looking at himself in the mirror.

He was no Nolan Gorman, with the abs and built chest. He was no Masyn Winn, thin and spindly but with clear muscle definition. He was more along the lines of a, say, Lance Lynn. Chunky, and enjoyed burgers a little too much. Over the summer, he’d put in a lot of work to slim down a little, to become less biscuit and a little more English muffin. He was proud of what he achieved, but that didn’t mean he was suddenly okay with looking at himself, with the way he looked.

He was a big boy and understood that he was. He didn’t need anyone to convince him otherwise.

Donnie, though, seemed to have taken that as a challenge.

“Come on,” Donnie said, kicking the inside of Burly’s legs, forcing him to spread. “You see that body every day, just look.”

Burly shuddered as the head of Donnie’s cock circled his hole, slick with lube. “Who said I like lookin’ at it?”

“I like looking at it,” Donnie reached around, tweaking one of his nipples, “My favorite thing to look at, actually. Besides, I’m going to show you something you’ve never seen before.”

“Yeah?” Burly grunted, palms slapping against the mirror as Donnie pushed him forward with his hips. “What’s what?”

Donnie wrapped his arms around Burly’s waist, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade before whispering in his ear, “what you look like when I fuck you.”

Burly shifted on his feet, goosebumps rising along his arms as Donnie’s cock slowly breeched him. Very rarely did Burly bottom—he enjoyed pulling Donnie by his hair, watching the way it splayed across the bed as Burly fucked into him. Depending on how this went, this may be the last time Burly bottomed for a while.

“Only you enjoy that,” he said breathlessly, squirming at the intrusion. He wasn’t exactly a fan of being penetrated, but he loved the way Donnie got, wild and unrestrained. Outside of getting him absolutely hammered, it was the only time Donnie got loose-lipped.

Fingers threaded through his hair, yanking his head back. Donnie angled his head until he had no choice but to look at himself. His chest was growing flushed already, cock drooling. Donnie peered over Burly’s shoulder, dark eyes amused and hungry. His hands roamed over Burly’s chest, pinching and teasing. Burly averted his eyes instead of looking between his legs, at Donnie’s cock buried deep inside him.

“I doubt that,” Donnie grinned when Burly hissed at the roll of his hips, “who wouldn’t want to watch themselves fuck such a pretty hole?”

Burly dropped his head between his shoulders, shaking. At Donnie’s first thrust, his cock brushed against the mirror, squeaking as it smeared come across the surface. Heat pooled in his stomach as his cock bobbed with each of Donnie’s thrusts.

“Come on,” Donnie cooed against his ear, stroking Burly’s head. “Look at yourself.”

“No—”

“Just once,” his lips brushed against his shoulder, “for me.”

Burly looked, despite the deep shame welling up inside of him. He knew what he would see—red and sweaty, curly hair falling into his face and sticking to his cheeks. There was Donnie looking back, tongue lathing across his skin. Burly looked like he’d just gotten done playing fourteen innings, while Donnie looked—he looked—

“What?” Donnie asked, clearly taken aback.

“You’re beautiful,” Burly mumbled, forearms trembling. Donnie stilled, buried to the hilt. They stared at each other through the mirror, Burly’s breath fogging up the surface.

“You’re not supposed to be focusing on me,” Donnie shifted, fingers flexing along Burly’s heated skin.

“All I can look at is you.”

That came out too vulnerable. Burly’s head dipped again, sweat dripping into his eyes. Sex was supposed to be fun and carefree, not the time to be dealing with these feelings that were threatening to choke him. In a way, he felt like he was ruining this moment. Donnie had wanted to do this because he clearly thought it’d be fun and kinky—but Donnie, being the man that he was, gorgeous and self-assured, if a bit quiet, meant that he didn’t feel the same way Burly did about things like this. He didn’t look in the mirror and constantly pick himself apart, always worrying about what the others saw when they looked at them.

Donnie cupped his cheek, and Burly, instinctively, looked back. He expected Donnie to be annoyed, or at the very least frustrated, but no, all he saw in return was love and affection.

“Okay,” Donnie said, “if you don’t want to look at yourself, you don’t have too. I can look enough for the both of us.”

Burly’s breath stuttered. “Okay.”

Eyes locked, Donnie began to thrust, hands drifting down to his hips, nails biting into Burly’s skin. He nailed his prostate with each thrust and Burly’s thighs quivered, rocking backwards. Donnie never looked away, kissing his shoulder.

Despite it being virtually the same as before, this felt different. Not more intense—he wouldn’t go that far, not when Burly knew what it was like to be fucked with a teammate sleeping the next bed over—but more… comfortable. Like they’d done this a thousand times before, staring at each other through a mirror, touching the bare minimum.

Startling, Burly realized just how much he hid his face when they fucked, how often his face was buried in Donnie’s neck or pressed against his chest. Now, though, there was nowhere to hide, nowhere else to look besides right back at Donnie.

It…

Burly’s breath caught as he came, spraying the mirror. Donnie’s eyes fluttered shut, muttering fuck beneath his breath. Burly pressed his forehead against the glass. It made not have been what he wanted, but, shit, it may have been what he needed.

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have you ever been the first person to create a ship tag on ao3? (2/2)

-yes, the very first person, only once

-yes, the very first person, more than once

-I haven't been first, but ive been the 2-5th fic in a ship only once

-I haven't been first, but ive been the 2-5th fic in a ship more than once

-no, I've never been the first (writes on ao3)

-I don't write on ao3/vanilla extract/show results

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potassium by mary soon lee

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cardinals Getting ready for 90s Night this Friday 💽 📼

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remember in School of Rock where the black girl was afraid to say she wanted to be a singer because she was fat and didn’t want to get laughed at but Dewey was all “who gives a shit, I’m fat too and so is aretha franklin but we’re still valuable and we rock” and then the girl felt better without having to be told that beauty comes in all sizes or some other bullshit. thats the kind of body positivity I’m looking for. tell these babies that they’re worth a damn without tying it to any other arbitrary ideals

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you literally need to humble yourself before the cheese grater because what she really craves is human flesh and she can smell your blood underneath your skin. fyi

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Frodo and Sam

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99% of ramblers quit right before they conceive of a coherent thought. KEEP TALKING

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obsessed with this baby hippo from thailand's khao khew zoo.. she has been so utterly betrayed by the world

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