#matt's map room

[pocketgalaxies]

this stream is silly djfksjkfs but i love that we get it either way

[shorthaltsjester]

watching the sdcc panel and i am just very :) about how sweet their answers to “what are some of the micro moments from the game that have stuck with you the most over the years?” are. taliesin saying what the fuck is up with that which was the first like The Party Gets To Know Each Other moments of c3. travis saying asking his wife if he could kiss her in campaign. marisha going way back to the cannonball competition in campaign one. ashley choosing the beauyasha date but also just the silly goat noise matt made. liam adding onto that to compliment matt roleplaying grass so well and then saying his favourite moment was writing a story for laura and reading it to her as caleb for jester. and then matt saying that was his answer, and that his favourite moments of the game are when they find ways to give gifts to each other whether tangible or not. and sam saying his favourite moments have less to do with the story and is more so when he can just. see his friends across the table from him. when marisha perches and when laura and ashley are (badly) drawing dicks and liam saying he loves when sam sneezes and ashley tells him to stop it and just. yeah. they Are an extremely popular online powerhouse, but i’m so happy that they’re also friends building a world together out of gifts to and love for one another.

like i Am so enamoured with the characters and the world of exandria but the moments when you can feel the love that those people have for each other reach out from behind the stained glass of their performances (to steal a metaphor from brennan lee mulligan) are so extremely special and i am endlessly grateful that they decided to share their silly little home game with the world.

[lesbeauien]

Robbie Daymond gifted 50 subs in chat on Matt's map room unpacking stream, and somebody must’ve told Matt about it, because he mouthed “Robbie!” And did heart hands into the camera, and held up the new Dorian mini 🥺🥺🥺

[slayerscake]

What a nice calm stream so far. They should turn on a fireplace to really set the ambiance.

[magicallarynx]

Matthew Mercer and an Immeasurable Amount of Plastic Trees

[spenceobsessed]

post prison!spencer reid x fem!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, smut with a plot

summary: spencer can't help but despise his "replacement", especially during an undercover mission in a nightclub.

MDNI 18+

“this is insane.” penelope garcia mutters on the other end of the phone call. “there’s no way jeffery was able to absolutely take himself off the internet.” she huffs, the keyboard clicking in the background. “i’m gonna keep working. i’ll be back in a jiffy, i swear!” she says sweetly before hanging up.

the unsub, jeffery hogan had abducted then murdered four young women in los angeles california. the team had been in la for three days now, and jeffery had already killed two more women before they could stop him. all of them were getting antsy and a little angry.

you sigh, leaning back in your chair as the rest of the team begins talking amongst themselves, minus spencer, who had been staring at a map for twenty minutes.

“reid.” you say, catching his attention. he doesn’t look up, but you can tell that your voice startled him slightly.

“hmm?” he says, annoyance lacing his tone. you roll your eyes. he had been an absolute dick to you since day one. the whole team had described him as a saint, yet, you couldn’t see it. yes, he was attractive, but that didn’t distract from how hateful he was towards you. plus, you had been nothing but nice to him when you first met him, doing nothing to get on his bad side.

“did you make a connection between the locations?” you ask curtly. he huffs. “i don’t see you doing anything helpful.” he snaps, finally looking up from his map to glare at you.

“spence,” jj begins, joining the conversation unknowingly. “any connections?” he smiles and turns to face her, like you hadn’t just asked the same question.

“the one common location that overlaps with all the crime scenes and significant places in jeffery’s life is the ‘night owl’, a local night club.” reid says, smirking at you when he finishes his sentence like a teenager. you scoff.

emily gives them a look that says “act professional please”.

“we have no idea what he looks like, we only know bits and pieces of his life that garcia could dig up, how are we going to catch him?” matt asks, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, a coffee in hand.

“i could go undercover,” you begin with a shrug. “most of the girls he abducted have been around my age and have my same features.” emily nods in agreement.

“one issue.” rossi says. “the unsub has always abducted women on dates.” you nod. that’s true.

“i could go with you.” matt says, standing up straight and taking a sip of his coffee. you open your mouth to thank him but emily cuts you off.

“no offense simmons, but what if we sent in reid instead? he closer matches y/n’s age and resembles the victims boyfriends more closely.”

spencer opens his mouth to protest but tara cuts him off with a smile. “great idea, you guys should leave in an hour or so, you better start getting ready.”

you watch as reid fights the urge to say something rude, but is quickly whisked away by emily.

jj helps you get ready in another conference room of the precinct, dressing you like the average clubber.

your outfit is a small, tight, red mini dress, with matching heels and accessories. you had to admit, you looked good. you found yourself wondering what they had put reid in and whether he would find you attractive in this tight dress.

“you look amazing.” a voice breaks you out of your trance as you’re putting in an ear piece. you smile, turning to face emily.

“thank you.” you say softly, using your hands to smooth out your dress. “i think i’m ready.” you add, slightly nervous. emily reassures you that you will do great and asks you to follow her outside.

that’s where you’re met with spencer reid. he looks unfortunately handsome, hot even, wearing the most casual “spencer outfit” you have ever seen: corduroy pants, converse, and a white button down. the white button down was sheer linen (very beachy) and allowed you to barely see his chest. you quickly remind yourself that he is in fact a dick, hoping that will somehow make him less attractive.

you watch as his eyes wander your body. emily seems to notice and clears her throat.

“you guys gotta get going.” she breathes out a smirk on her face.

reid walks over to the side of the car. you smile slightly as he opens the door, your smile fading as he slides in alone slamming the door behind him.

“petty bitch.” you mutter. your heels angrily clicking against the asphalt as you walk to the other side of the suv, ripping open the door and sliding in with your arms crossed. you slam the door behind yourself, eyes glaring into the side of reid’s face.

“look,” you begin, your tone angry. “if this is going to work you need to at least try to pretend not to be a fucking asshole.” he scoffs, turning to face you.

“watch your tone.” he says lowly, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. your arms are still crossed and you watch as spencer’s eyes go from your face to your tits, then back up again.

you remind yourself that indeed, he's just a man. he may be a genius but behind that, he’s simply just a man with needs. you were going to make tonight hell for him.

you smirk, eyes glaring into his. “do your fucking job and i just might comply, doctor.”

he turns his head away from you, staring out the window, a new type of tension in the air.

“can you guys hear me?” jj says through you ear pieces. “yeah.” reid says, you can hear how angry he is, just through one word.

the team gives you both a rundown and reminds you both of your parts.

“…remember you’re a couple!” garcia reminds you. the team agrees loudly on the line. “yeah,” alvez says. “pretend to like each other for one night.”

“we’ll try, alvez.” you reply as the suv pulls up in front of the busy nightclub.

you look over at reid. “open my damn door and look like you fucking mean it.” you say through gritted teeth. he doesn’t respond as he steps out of the car, shutting his door quietly and makes his way over to your side of the car. he opens your door with a fake smile on his face, putting out his hand for you to grab. you get out of the car, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“grab my waist.” you demand. he huffs under his breath, reaching his large hand to rest on your waist. he leans in to whisper back. “you will not dictate this night. i have over ten more years of experience than you, on this team. you do not get to boss me around, y/l/n.” he says through gritted teeth, pulling away from your ear with a fake smile on his face. you don’t have time to respond as he says; “let’s go, baby.”

the nickname hits you like a brick, especially the way it comes out of his mouth so effortlessly. in an attempt to control your composure, you smile and lean against him as he rubs his hand lovingly across your waist.

you both enter the night club, the mix of bright lights and darkness temporarily blinds you as you grip onto spencer for support.

“don’t respond, but we see you’ve made it inside. go grab a drink from the bar then hit the dance floor.” emily orders. spencer nods, leading you towards the busy bar.

as you approach the bar, the bartender asks what you both want. “i’ll have a club soda with lime.” spencer says, turning his head to look down at you. “what do you want, baby?” he asks, rubbing circles on your waist softly. you smile back up at him pretending like you don’t want to kill him and subtly dig your ass into his crotch. he sucks in a breath.

“i’ll have a vodka soda.” you say with a sweet smile on your face. the bartender nods going to make the drinks.

you look back at spencer, his jaw clenched and his breathing heavy. you set your phone down on the bar and “accidentally” knock it off of the counter.

“oops!” you say dryly, bending down to pick it up, your ass now rubbing against his crotch. you subtly feel something twitch in his pants.

“y/n.” he warns you. you nod innocently. “hmm?” you hum. he moves his hand from your waist. you look back at him to silently scold him, but he quickly uses both hands to push you away from his crotch. he slides his hands down your waist, to your ass, then pulls down your dress in one quick motion. a man standing to his left begins complaining loudly about how he can no longer see your "fattie". you almost thank him, then remember that its fucking spencer you're dealing with.

he doesn’t say anything and simply hands you your drink, leading you away from the bar and the creepy men, to a nearby table.

you bite your lip to hold back hateful words that dare to spill out. you stand in silence, spencer sipping his drink while you chug yours.

"you look miserable." emily says in your ears. "do something." she adds.

"wanna dance, pretty boy?" you ask him, the nickname falling from your mouth accidentally. you pretend like it was on purpose as spencer looks up from his drink, slightly stuttering over his response.

"y-yeah, yeah." he repeats, regaining his composure. he grabs your hand and leads you towards the crowd of sweaty people dancing, only looking back once to make sure you were still there

spencer scans the crowd as he pulls you into his chest harshly.

"i'm not just some doll you can throw around, reid." you yell over the music, sick of his bullshit. he looks you in the eyes and shrugs.

as the song changes, couples around you begin to make out.

"kiss me, reid." you say, realizing the awkward dancing in a crowd of horny couples would defer the unsub's attention. spencer doesn't seem to hear you. "reid." you repeat, his eyes still scanning the room. "spencer." you say, the first time you've ever said his first name to him. this catches his attention. his gaze finally falls to you, his frame towering over yours as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"i need you to kiss me, spencer."

the usually dick-ish man makes no cocky response. instead, he simply tips his head down capturing your lips in a kiss. the kiss is awkward at first, but quickly turns heated as you press your body against his. his hands, which were loosely on your waist move downward, rubbing circles on your ass and somehow moving you closer to him.

you run your hands through his hair, feeling him moan softly into your mouth. his sweet noises immediately go straight to your now-wet-core. you break the kiss for a second, to catch your breath, your faces still inches apart.

spencer's pupils are blown, his hair is messy, and his lips slightly swollen, tinted red from your lipstick. fuck, you want to devour him.

spencer quickly resumes the kiss, this time you don't have to ask. you easily feel how hard he is already, with his cock pressed against your leg.

you groan softly as you push your tongue into his mouth, eliciting more sweet noises from the handsome man.

"nice job guys, we have a suspect at 3 o'clock." emily says into our ears, reminding us that we aren't alone.

“let’s go somewhere more secluded.” spencer whispers, his breath hot on your cheek. he wants to lure the unsub out. you nod, waiting for him to move. instead his hands are still on your ass, his eyes on you, like he’s taking a mental picture.

“pretty boy.” you say almost inaudibly. “let’s go.” he spins you around so you’re in front now, able to maneuver your way out of the crowd. one of his hands rests on the small of your back protectively as you head towards the back corner of the club, a stark contrast to the way he was treating you less than 10 minutes ago.

“the hypothetical unsub’s eyes are still on you guys but he hasn’t moved, we can’t seem to see his face on camera. you need to get him to move closer.” jj announces in your ears.

“she’s telling us to kiss again.” you whisper. he nods, placing his large hand on your cheek and swiping his thumb across your lips. you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into kiss him. he picks you up slightly, just enough to allow you to sit on him as he takes a seat on a random couch.

as he moves from kissing your lips to your jaw and neck, you instinctively begin rocking your hips against his, feeling how hard he is under you.

he groans softly against your neck, his kisses becoming sloppier.

“y/n.” his tone desperate, the use of your first name alarming. “if you keep going i might not be able to maintain professionalism.”

you bite your lip excitedly. “do you want me to stop then, spencer?” his eyes stare into yours, his hands on your hips.

“no.” he breathes out, pulling you closer to him and kissing you again. he moves his hands upwards as his lips move downwards, slowly leaving kisses and rubbing your now-visible nipples through the thin fabric for your dress. you suck in a breath at the new sensation, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

“the unsub moved into the light, it’s jeffery. sending alvez and rossi in now to apprehend him. you guys can stand down, nice work.” emily says, startling them slightly. you pull away from spencer, your underwear undeniably wet and your cunt begging for attention. you awkwardly remove yourself from his lap, sitting next to him on the sofa, noticing that in fact he was hard, an outline of his dick highlighted in the odd club lighting. he squirms in his seat slightly, obviously trying to readjust.

“y/n,” he says, noticing your eyes on him. you hum in response, your eyes moving from his cock to his face. “bathroom.” he says simply.

he doesn’t give you an opportunity to respond, simply getting up and leaving the room. you wait for a few seconds, processing his words and attempting to wrap your head around the fact that an hour ago you hated this man and now you were dying for him to fuck you.

a few minutes pass and you make your way to the bathroom where you don’t even knock, you simply walk in. spencer is there waiting. immediately as you enter the bathroom, he locks it, then attached his lips to yours. you moan softly into the kiss, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. he, however, seems to as other plans as he sets you down on the sink and lowers himself between your legs.

he leaves soft kisses up your thighs, your legs now thrown over his shoulders. “spencer,” you beg, his lips dangerously close to your cunt. “please.”

he smiles as you beg, hooking his finger on your underwear and pulling them down your legs roughly. he lowers his head farther in between your legs, licking a slow stripe down your cunt, causing you to squeeze your legs around his head and moan.

hearing your reaction, spencer moans softly against your pussy, the vibrations making you gasp.

unfortunately the club music had been turned off and if anyone were to walk by, they would probably hear you making sounds. you cover your mouth with your hand to make sure you guys don’t get caught.

he moves his tongue farther into you, the sound of his mouth on your soaking wet cunt making lewd sounds that fill the small bathroom.

you moan into your hand, bucking your hips against his face.

he pulls his mouth away from you and without skipping a beat he inserts one of his large fingers into you, grinding his crotch against the edge of the sink to get himself off.

you open your mouth to tease him but he interrupts you by adding another finger into your pussy. you can’t help but moan loudly, feeling your walls clench around his fingers.

“so good for me.” he says breathlessly, his fingers’ pace rough inside you and his hips fast against the sink counter.

“spencer,” you say in between ragged breaths. “i’m so close!” he smiles at your words, removing his fingers from your pussy with a pop.

you groan softly, hating the feeling of emptiness.

“spencer.” you warn, sitting up to get a good look at him. he has a look in his eye, a smirk on his face.

“what’s up?” he says nonchalantly, licking you off his lips and his fingers. you ask yourself how he can be so calm when he was literally just finger fucking you and eating you out. his cock is still dangerously hard, a spot of pre-cum on his cute little pants. you catch yourself imagining how big he is.

“fine.” you huff, seeing how he didn’t seem like he wanted you to finish. you insert your own fingers into your swollen cunt, pumping them inside yourself like spencer had been only a minute ago.

you over exaggerate your moans watching as spencer begins to rub himself through his now tight pants.

“i’m not going to beg you, pretty boy, but i need your cock inside of me right now.” he smirks at your words, making his way back over to you, hands moving to your face, kissing you passionately.

“i’m pretty sure that was begging, y/n.” he says as he pulls away from the kiss, beginning to unbutton his pants.

however, loud knocks interrupt him. "spencer?? are you in there??" emily's familiar voice, fills the room.

"uh, yeah! i'll be out in a second!" he says, beginning to re-button his pants, his cock still visibly hard. emily says something inaudible from the other side of the door then walks away. you lean forward on the sink counter, resting your head on spencer's shoulder, his arms wrapping around you.

after a second of peace, you hop of the counter in an attempt to fix your appearance, sliding back on your awkwardly soaked underwear.

"can we please finish this later?" spencer speaks up, catching you off guard. you smile, your brain still processing the fact that an hour ago you wanted to kill this man.

"yes, please."

part 2 :)

[dare-to-dm]

To be clear, all of these powers would only work in the context of running a tabletop game, so you wouldn't have photographic memory for non gaming related things, and you wouldn't be able to use the dice power to clean up at the casino. But hypothetically, if you met a genie who wanted to help you be an even more awesome DM, what would you go for?

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Will you please be quiet?

Summary: You have a song stuck in your head and Emily one has one way to make you be quiet.

Word Count: 1.1k

Fluff, kissing

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Reader POV:

“I wanna be your endgame, I wanna be your first string!” I sang as I was getting ready for the day. Music blasting through my apartment, as I pack my go-bag.

I go over to my vanity and put on some quick makeup and keep humming Endgame as it echos through the walls of my bedroom.

I hop into my car to go to work and put my Spotify on shuffle, Endgame comes on again. I’m not complaining but oh my god. This is going to be stuck in my head for days now.

Time skip to when reader gets to Quantico*

I’m minding my own business waiting for my coffee to pour while humming Endgame as Emily walks up behind me.

“Got a song stuck in your head?” Her hand lightly brushed over my waist as she went to stand next to me. Oh my goodness this woman makes butterflies erupt in my stomach by such a small touch.

“Ha, yeah. That obvious huh?” She let out a small laugh as she nodded.

“Yeah well you’ve been here what, an hour? And I don’t think I’ve heard anything but that time leave your mouth.” I lowered my head and shook it laughing at her observation, a blush coating my cheeks.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t come here just to talk about the song planting itself in that pretty little head of yours-“ I don’t let her finish, partially because the blush on my cheek is becoming too noticeable now and also because I know exactly what she’s going to say.

“We have a case.”

“Yes, we do, meet in the round table in 10.” She gives me a small smile and walks away.

Time skip to once they’re on the jet on the way to the case*

“Big reputation, big reputation, ohh you and me, we’d be a big conversation.” I mutter under my breath as I sit next to Emily looking over the file.

“Oh my god! You’re still going huh?” I’m snapped out of my thoughts by her soothing voice, I laugh and look at her honey brown eyes.

“Sorry!” I laughed as I looked back down to the file, her hand found its way onto my thigh under the table, careful not to draw attention to us. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

An uncontrollable smile bloomed on my face. I gave her hand a squeeze to say thanks and we both went back to the task at hand.

Time skip to when they’re looking through evidence at the local PD*

“You got anything?” Like asked Rossi.

“Nothing, if this guy did have any enemies he was quick to bury the hatchet as not to be tracked down.” As soon as he said this my brain flickered on with Endgame. Again.

“And I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put ‘em.” I hear a giggle next to me and look over and find Emily gazing at me.

“Don’t even,” I sighed “It’s starting to annoy me as well.” She laughed and shook her head and looked back down at the evidence like we had collected from the scenes.

Time skip to a little later*

“Hey what you humming?” Tara asked me as she looked up from the crime scene photos on the table.

“Endgame by Taylor Swift.” I reply without looking up, trying to piece together where the unsub was going to strike next.

“Oh my god! I love Taylor Swift! What’s your favourite album?” Before I could respond Spencer came into the room we, and the rest of the team, were in and started talking.

“Guys, I know where the unsub is going to strike next. The house he grew up in has been condemned and scheduled for demolition so that’s probably where he’s been taking his victims. If he sticks to his pattern, he’ll be going back there at some point after 10pm tonight.” We all started to pack up our things when Emily called out,

“Guys, we need to do a stakeout. We’ll scare him away if we go in there guns drawn and then he’ll go underground so, Reid and JJ, park on the curb near the house, Tara and Matt, go to the end of the road, Rossi and Luke to the other end of the road, you’ll act as a kind of covert roadblock and me and y/n will park up in an lay-by near the house.”

We all got up and went to our assigned SUV and started driving to our destinations. On the way there Emily turned the radio on.

“And I heard about you, ooh, you like the bad ones too.”

“Oh my god! It’s everywhere!” We laughed together at this. What are the chances?! We kept the radio on nonetheless.

As we pulled into the parking space we sat in a comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other presence and the peace of an evening stakeout. The sun was setting and I absentmindedly started humming under my breath yet again.

“I don’t wanna miss you, like the other girls do. I don’t wanna hurt yo-“ before I could finish I feel my chin being tugged to the side and a soft pair of lips meeting my own.

To say I was shocked at first was an understatement but I soon melted into the kiss, her thumb caressed my face as our lips moved together. It was the most amazing moment of my life to date. Emily slowly pulled away her face still barely a centimetre away from my own.

“What was that for?” I asked, still skeptical.

“It’s the only thing that I could think of to stop you from singing that damn song!” Laughter broke out between us and as it died down she pulled me back in again for a brief kiss.

“Dinner at my place tomorrow?” She asked gazing into my eyes with our hands intertwined.

“Are you, Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, asking me out on a date?” I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt.

“Yes, I am.” She giggled.

“In that case, dinner tomorrow sounds awesome.” I kiss her again, savouring the taste of her on my lips.

“I’ll take you to and from work so you can stay the night and not worry about your car.” I say thank you as I pull her into another kiss, this one lasting a little longer than the others.

Her hand reaches for the back of my head and pulls me in closer, her tongue swiping my bottom lip asking for permission. Granting it, I open my mouth and let her explore.

“Hey guy! Stop sucking each other’s faces and go back to the PD we got the guy!”

We make eye contact and start laughing hard.

Well Shit. At least I ahoy a date with em!

[sturn-wrld]

🪼one bed

pairing: matt x reader

summary: where reader has a crush on matt but doesn't know he likes her as well

genre: SMUT!!! if that makes you uncomfortable dni!

warnings: unprotected p in v (don't be silly, wrap the willy), nicknames

a/n: day 5 of smutmas. idk how to feel about this one.

masterlist

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you and matt had known each other for as long as you remember. there hadn't been a day you didn't see him. but you also don't remember a day where you didn't think of him and his dreamy eyes, beautiful smile and gorgeous hair. despite the strong feelings you feel about him constantly you had never told him. even after you moved in with him and his brothers in la, you still didn't tell him.

it had been 5 months since you moved in with the triplets and you all needed a well deserved vacation. so you are now sat in the airport waiting for your flight to the bahamas to board and take off.

having arranged the seats months prior you had forgotten you and matt offered to sit next to each other and wondered how you would survive through the whole flight next to him.

somehow you were able to make it through the flight without total embarrassment or combusting from matt obviously looking at you or talking lowly to you and now you are in the beautiful country of the bahamas. in the same sense you had organised with the group to sit next to matt on the plane you were going to share rooms as well.

as you and matt reached the biggest room in the airbnb you open the door to there being one bed. you immediately look at each other, figuring out the solution in your heads.

"i thought there would be more than one bed"

"me too. i can sleep on the couch if that makes you comfortable"

"no no. if anyone should i will but if your cool with sleeping in the same bed as me i am"

"sure we've done it before on accident, it won't be any different"

"yeah"

as matt and i made ourselves comfortable in our new bedroom for the week, we became hungry. apparently along with matt and nick. as the four of you sat downstairs eating the food you had just ordered nick mapped out the next week of fun activities that started today, probably your favourite day of the week, relaxing all day. your choice was in the pool.

after a long day of fun in the pool it finally came time to shower and get ready for bed. while you stood in yours and matt's shared shower you thought back on some of the moments that happened throughout the day. one stuck out in particular, matt had placed his hand around you and called you baby when you were having a conversation with nick.

"hey baby, what are you two talking about over here?" matt said placing his arm lowly on your hip looking between you and nick.

"n-nothing" you stuttered looking from his hand to his face. in all honesty you were talking about how you needed to tell matt that you liked him, which is a little weird as nick was his brother but you were friends with nick first.

as you now stand out of the shower wondering what he meant by this very meaningless phrase that many people use, you considered asking him about the interaction but decided to save it for the awkward chats you would have while trying to fall asleep tonight.

as you slowly slipped under the covers next to matt, you dazed over at his lowly lit facial features, being barely lit by the light of his dull phone. you continued to lay there in silence until he placed his phone down on his bedside table, laying down next to you.

"how did you like the day?" he asked turned m his side facing you

"good, i mean we didn't do much all day and the pool is pretty good" you struggled to continue to look into his soft eyes as he listened to every word you said intently, holding back what you actually wanted to talk about.

"anything else?" he said as he moved a strand of your hair from your face.

"uh, i mean yeah, earlier when you come over to me and was wrapped around me did that mean anything to you?"

"of course it did beautiful. i don't know how it took you so long to realise that there was more to this." he said ponting between the two of you

"i mean you weren't that obvious until today but i would like to think i was pretty obvious" you said with a yawn attached to the end.

"yeah, we'll talk about this more in the morning after you've rested" matt finished the conversation pulling you into a cozy cuddle.

as you started to fall asleep you subconsciously snuggled your body into his rubbing your side up against his groin earning a groan from matt. after this the small wriggles became anything but subconscious. suddenly matt grabbed your hips to position you still.

"are you okay there baby?"

"yeah i'm perfectly fine, are you?"

"not if you keep moving"

"why's that?" you asked obliviously knowing exactly why

"do you want to know now because i know you are going to keep moving"

"yes please"

with that matt started slowly removing both of our bottoms while kissing the back of your neck and shoulders. you kept grinding back on his now hard cock wanting more friction.

"hold on darling, be patient"

this sentence was nothing but absolute joy for your ears to hear. almost seconds later he gotten on his knees, flipping your body onto your stomach and pulled your ass up to his now hard dick.

"come on baby, stop teasing" you whined almost moaning it

that was the tipping point, he rammed his cock so hard into your hole causing a loud moan to escape your lips. matt instantly putting his hand over your mouth.

"do you want everyone to hear? didn't think so, be quiet"

the way he said it was heavenly. once you had started to fuck yourself on his cock he held your hips and started fucking you at an animalistic pace.

"oh fuck beautiful your so tight" he said leaning forward, kissing the back of your neck

you only moaned quietly in response as he had reached a depth that seemed impossible. suddenly he started rubbing your clit at a similar animalistic pace causing you to reach the edge.

"i'm so close matt, keep going"

"hold it until i say gorgeous"

after a few more rough slams against me i couldn't hold it anymore and neither could matt.

"cum now princess"

he came inside of me before slowly continuing to calm us from how highs. he pulled out and pulled me into his arms.

"i'm kind of glad there was only one bed now"

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Picture || Mister Miller

Part 2 of Mister Miller. Read Part 1 here.

Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: 18+ (masturbation, nudes, looking at someone’s nudes without consent, girthy age gap, boyfriend’s dad!Joel, pervy Joel, potential future infidelity, no outbreak)

Word Count: 960 words

Summary: Joel knows he shouldn’t, especially with the guilt of his shameful secret sitting heavy in his chest. But there are so many pictures of you and he is just a man.

A/N: Day 1 was so much fun! I hope everyone is having a good December. Thank you to everyone who reblogged, commented, and liked. It means a lot 🥹. Now here’s our favorite old man for day 2. Tomorrow will be my OG, the one who got me into this Pedro Pascal mess- Javier Peña... Keep a look out for more in the Masterlist. Aaaand leave your girl a comment please🥺🥺

“You should get a new one,” Matt said, typing something up real fast on his laptop.

Joel snorted and said, “Sure, I’ll sell that little computer of yours and buy myself a nice iPhone with the four cameras and shit.”

“It’s three cameras and a LiDAR scanner, dad,” he snarked, finally unlocking his spare phone and sliding it across the table to Joel.

“What’s that? Like the scanner on printers?” He asked, confused once more by technology. The kind of things that came out these days were too much for him to be able to wrap his mind around. Chat GPT, hyaluronic acid, iPads, this fucking scanner thing.

“It’s this sensor that projects invisible lasers and gets data on how far every single thing is. And that way, it can map an entire room,” he said, using gestures to mimic laser beams shooting into a room.

“Sounds like it’ll be more useful in construction. The fuck you need that for?”

He shrugged and went back to his work, the clacking of keys filling up the room once more. Whatever. He needed a spare phone to replace his shit blackberry Sarah got him eons ago. The thing had been through a lot with him and honestly, he couldn’t be too mad at it for dying on him. In all the years he had it, he had taken a few pictures here and there of his kids. But everything else in his gallery was filled with pictures of worksites. Broken pumps, proof to send clients that they were at the site that day, pictures of sample tiles to show clients… Nothing personal. It was the only thing he did on that phone other than making calls.

As he retired for the day, he thought to learn about his new old phone a little. See if the camera was any better. He propped a pillow up against the headboard and leaned back. When he finally found the camera app, he took a couple pictures of his room. Looking back at them, he was a little glad that his old phone died. The camera on this thing was better. It was newer than his old one, so maybe that was it. He didn’t have complaints about his old one, but damn this was it. It was so fucking good.

He swiped his thumb against the screen, looking at pictures, not stopping when he went back to pictures of his son. Pictures of him partying that he had never shown his old man before. He smiled, going through pictures of a side of his son’s life he never knew. Shit parents never got to see.

His heart leapt out at the next swipe, the screen filled with a picture of a nude woman.

You, he realized as he looked at the face. You had a smile on, the same sweet one you always sent him when you exchanged pleasantries and thanked him for letting you crash at his place for the summer. But the picture of you was anything but sweet.

He swiped to the previous picture, an identical one. Except you were biting your bottom lip and looking at him—at the camera with a sultry gaze. His mouth watered as he focused on your tits. Fuuuck they were good ones, he had to admit. He wasn’t a boob man. Or an ass man, frankly. He was just bad at the whole thing. But yours ignited something in him.

He found an entire album full of nude pictures of you. Pictures you posed for. There was a variety. You nude, you in bikinis, in figure hugging dresses that drove him crazier than the first category. In high heels, sideways pictures of your reflection where you stuck your ass out. One with you sucking on a fucking popsicle. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He’d told himself it was wrong. He’d found his pleasure in others. But fuck he couldn’t get his mind off of you. And now here you were, naked on his phone without your knowledge.

As he wrapped his hand around his hardening cock, he knew that he’d lost the fight. He should not be doing this. But just this once. It was his phone now after all. A justification. Weak, but it was all he had in the moment.

He pumped his cock, eyes trained on the pictures of you. He swiped back and forth between the pictures, desperate to have you in all your forms. In the cocktail dresses and the ratty old t-shirts. Wearing the bright red lipstick and the soft pink one. He imagine you, whimpering quietly the way you did that night when he found you fucking yourself in his living room.

He groaned, his cock twitching at the recollection of his creepy voyeurism. He wondered what you sounded like when you had a man. When you didn’t have to rely on your fingers, but had a good girth cock thrusting in and out. When you had a finger rubbing your clit softly. He imagined his large hand full with your breast, his lips sucking on the other one.

On your knees, right here in his bedroom, his cock in your mouth instead of in his fist. As your licked his balls with his cock deep in your throat in his mind’s eye, he exploded, coating his hand in sticky white ropes of his cum. He groaned and pulled out a few tissues, wiping off the mess you’d created.

His perverted mind imagined you still there, eagerly licking up his release. His mind was no longer pleased with such sinful images of you. The clarity that came after his orgasm tasted bitter on his tongue.

He would have to delete the photos. Tomorrow. He’d do it tomorrow.

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Loud Rats Book Club 2023

This year the rats became literate!

We suggested a number of books each month and then voted on one to read (somehow Fish managed to read all 12 of them… wild!). The ones in red are the winners, but there are some other really good books in there.

Hopefully you can find your next favourite read below! :)

January

Piranesi by Susanna Clarke

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson

The Butchering Art by Lindsay Fitzharris

Earthlings by Sayaka Murata

Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk

Why Fish Don't Exist by Lulu Miller

The Death of Ivan Ilyich by Tolstoy

Fledgling by Octavia Butler

Pirates and Prejudice by Kara Louise

If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin

February

Adua by Igiaba Scego

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K Le Guin

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters

The Passion by Jeanette Winterson

Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey

March

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

The Humans by Matt Haig

Cane by Jean Toomer

Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa

The Memory Police by Yōko Ogawa

The Fifth Season by N. K. Jemisin (#1 Broken Earth Trilogy)

Young Mungo by Douglas Stewart

April

Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrel

Dubliners by James Joyce

The Tiger's Wife by Téa Obreht

My Cousin Rachel by Daphne du Maurier

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

Entangled Life by Merlin Sheldrake

May

Mary: An Awakening of Terror by Nat Cassidy

No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

Where You Come From by Saša Stanišić

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Gwen and Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher

June

Death in Her Hands by Ottessa Moshfegh

Our Hideous Progeny by C. E. McGill

Swimming in the dark by Tomasz Jędrowski

Girls like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

Diary of a Wimpy Kid 17 by Jeff Kinney

Zami: A New Spelling of my Name by Audre Lorde

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century by Kim Fu

The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

July

Kid Youtuber 9: Everything is Fine by Marcus Emerson, Noah Child

Bored Gay Werewolf by Tony Santorella

Hit Parade Of Tears by Izumi Suzuki

When Death Takes Something from You Give It Back: Carl's Book by Naja Marie Aidt

Pandora's Jar by Natalie Haynes

The Decagon House Murders by Yukito Ayatsuji

The Summer Book by Tove Jansson

Mapping the Interior by Stephan Graham Jones

August

Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

Small Game by Blair Braverman

Free: Coming of Age at the End of History by Lea Ypi

September

Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood

The Employees: A workplace novel of the 22nd century by Olga Ravn

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk

October

Linghun by Ai Jiang

Eyes Guts Throat Bones by Moira Fowley-Doyle

The City of Dreaming Books by Walter Moers

The Half Life of Valery K by Natasha Pulley

Catch the Rabbit by Lana Bastašić

Kindred by Octavia Butler

November

Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut

Life For Sale by Yukio Mishima

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

Liberation Day by George Saunders

Ripe by Sarah Rose Etter

Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin

Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

December

Arsène Lupin versus Herlock Sholmes by Maurice Leblanc

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

Minor Detail by Adania Shibli

Prophet Song by Paul Lynch

Migrations by Charlotte McConaghy

[captainofthetidesbreath]

If you want to watch Matt walk in and out of a room carrying map pieces, the CriticalRole channel is live?

[lesbeauien]

Critical Role is streaming Matt moving into his new map room right now and he's dusting off his hands every single time he carries two to three individual mini set pieces into the new room. Get this man a dust rag and a cardboard box PLEASE

[thebubblesareevil]

School’s Haunted

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Danny watched students swarm around the front entrance to Gateway High. They were all over the place, way more than Casper High. Danny took a deep breath, only to have it knocked out of him as a Travis smacked him on the back.

“What’s up man, exited for your first day?” Danny scoffed.

“Excited isn’t exactly the word I’d use. Dread, despair, devastated, some other word that begins with D.” Danny shrugged. “ I don’t know man, my last first day of high school didn’t go too well.”

“Oh come on, it couldn’t have been too bad.”

“A few days before, I got electrocuted which kinda fried my nerves for a bit. I ended up getting a lifetime ban from holding anything made of glass.” Danny quirked an eyebrow “Plus my old bully ended up in the same class as me. Not Fun.” He replied.

“Sheesh, we’ll it’s not like this time can be any worse.” Danny’s jaw dropped.

“I’m sorry, did you just jinx my first day, Dude!” Travis laughed.

“If it makes you feel better, I could ask some of my buds on the football team to keep an eye out. Bullies are a pretty big no go around here.” Danny laughed.

“That’s what they all say. There’s always one.” Travis shook his head.

“Fair enough, but we’re pretty tight knit here. Trust me and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” He said pushing Danny forward. “Now hurry up, you don’t wanna be late on your first day.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll talk to you later.” Danny made his way through the crowd of teens, using the makeshift map to try to find his class.

“Are you lost?” Danny turned around to see a girl wearing her gym clothes. She looked almost surprised he heard her.

“Yeah, I’m looking for Mr.Graham’s class.” She gave him a huge grin.

“Down the hall, take a left and it’s the first door to the right.” He smiled.

“Thanks you’re a lifesaver.”

“Don’t mention it!” She said as she walked the other way.

With newfound direction, Danny made his way to his home room. When he walked in he saw Matt sitting near the middle of the room, there was an empty seat next to him. He was just about to make his way over when he was stopped.

“You must be our new student, why don’t you come up here and introduce yourself.” Danny froze with dread. ‘Why me?!’

“Come on now! Don’t be shy!” Danny gave up, making his way to the front of the class as Matt gave him a look of sympathy.

“Hi, my name’s Danny Prince, not Daniel, not Dan, not Dano, Danny.”

“We’ll let me be the first to welcome you to our class Danny! So what made decide to come to our wonderful school?” He prompted joyfully. Danny had a dark look of glee in his eye. One Matt recognized from the one, and only, time Danny was invited to join his and Travis’ D&D campaign.

The DM hasn’t been the same since.

“Well sir, I just couldn’t resist sunny California. What with the the beaches and rich history here in Gateway city.” The teacher puffed up his chest in pride. “After my parents died in that car accident I just couldn’t say no when my cousin invited me to live here!” He said cheerily. Mr.Graham paled.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” He hastily responded.

“You’re fine. Figured it was best to get it out now. I’d hate to have to keep repeating it over and over again.” Danny said with wide eyes. The teacher coughed.

“Why don’t you take a seat by Mr. Miller?” He suggested, gesturing towards Matt.

“Probably for the best.” He continued his journey to his seat uninhibited.

“That was cruel.” Matt claimed

“No, cruel is making a teenager stand in front of his class on his first day. That was revenge.” He said with a grin. He heard a giggle from behind him, he turned.

“He’s not wrong you know, it’s practically inhumane.” a girl commented. “The names Simone. Sorry about your parents.”

“Nice to meet you Simone.”

“Likewise, how are you liking Gateway?” Danny smiled.

“It’s great, all things considered. I got a job over at the museum, at the space exhibit!” Danny announced, practically glowing. Simone blushed.

“Oh? Do you like it?” She asked. Matt groaned from Danny’s other side.

“I love it! Dr. Scott even let’s me use the telescope sometimes!” His smiled widened. Simone’s blush got darker. The bell rang.

“What” Simone cleared her throat “what class do you have first?” Danny took his schedule out of his pocket.

“Looks like history first. Shouldn’t be too hard.” He shrugged. Simone pouted.

“I’ve got math first. Maybe I’ll catch you later?” She asked. "Maybe we could sit together at lunch?"

“That’d be awesome! Hey all four of us can sit together!” She stopped as he left in search of his next class. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“I know your pain.” Matt sighed watching Danny make his way down the hall. He handed Simone a pamphlet, before he too headed to his next class.

She looked down at the paper and read in bold letters

So you’ve got a crush on Danny Prince. Here’s everything you need to know.

At the back of the pamphlet was a museum schedule for space shows.

The bell rang.

She kept the pamphlet.

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There are many benefits to being the honorary grandson of the Master of all Time. One of which is the ability to go back in time to study for history.

This has caused Danny many issues. History is written by the victors, and not many of them were interested in historical accuracy. Which is why Danny ended up completely derailing his entire history by starting a debate on Julius Caesar. By the end of class Mrs. Beatle was practically vibrating with excitement. There was not a single silent voice as they questioned what was written in their books. Everyone booed when the bell rang, including Mrs. Beatle, but she promised they could continue the debate the next class.

Most of Danny’s classes ended much the same. Chemistry was especially exciting, they were meant to be doing a simple experiment to show a chemical reaction that would change the color of some paper. Danny’s glowed.

Mr. Thorne spent the rest of the class trying to figure out how.

Danny made his way through math, surprised at how much he enjoyed it.

And that brings him to where he is now.

Gym class.

The class met in the gym only to be led out to the field, for a soccer game to start off the new year. He couldn’t really be mad at Coach Cooper, she was actually pretty cool. But facts are we’re facts, and the fact is Danny hates gym.

Sure he can show off a little, but it was way too easy to forget what was okay and what wasn’t. Way to easy to slip up. He slowly followed the rest of the class.

“Why the long face?” Danny shrugged.

“Not really a big sports fan, plus no doubt Coach is gonna make me take off my hoodie. I really just don’t want anyone staring at my scars."

“Scars?” She looked at him concerned.

“Yeah, fighting ghosts is pretty dangerous. You don’t always walk away unscathed .” He replied with a shrug. The girl froze.

“I’m not gonna fight you.” He watched as everyone started to congregate on the field. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your haunt, but I kinda gotta go to school. You know how it is.” He kept walking, joining the rest of his class.

“Uh, yeah. I do.” She muttered under her breath.

————

Vanessa watched the strange boy for the rest of the day. He was right about the sweatshirt, however he made up a story about a car accident and no one questioned it.

Since the moment he entered the school, she felt compelled to follow him. She hadn’t been a ghost long, but he felt different than anyone else. He felt powerful, terrifyingly strong…and safe.

Everyday she was surrounded by unfamiliar faces, she walked through the halls, watching them go about their day unseen. But this year things were different this year there was Danny.

Vanessa smiled as she watched him leave the school from her perch on the roof. He stopped after crossing the street, turning around he looked right at her and waved. Her smile grew brighter.

This was going to be a fun year indeed.

———————-

Danny quickly made his way back home, excited to tell Diana all about his first day. Travis was right, though Danny would never admit it, and most of the students were pretty cool. He hadn't expected to meet a ghost, luckily she seemed pretty unaggressive. Last thing he wanted was to fight a ghost in the cafeteria...again.

Racing up the stairs he barged through the front door, Diana spun around from where she was sitting at her computer.

"How was school? Make any friends?" She smiled.

"It was great! Sure the teachers were no Mr. Lancer, but they were pretty cool. I made a few new friends, but get this! The school is haunted!" Danny grinned like a maniac.

"Don't you think its a little early in the year to start spooking you classmates?" Danny scoffed, heading towards the kitchen for a snack.

"Cousin mine, its never to early for a good spook. But I'm not talking about me, there's another ghost. I'm pretty sure she was a student there when she died." That got Diana's attention.

"Danny, promise me you won't join forces with the school ghost to reek havoc." Danny gave her the fakest offended look she had ever seen, she raised a single brow.

"Okay, fine. I won't haunt the school, except on Halloween, Frighty would disown me if I didn't scare some teens." He declared dropping the act as he grabbed a thermos filled with ectoplasm.

"Actually, the museum might be doing a temporary exhibit on the history of Halloween. The whole tour is meant to be haunted." she grinned. "I was thinking we could team up and give the Ancient Egyptian crew a run for their money." Diana grinned as her cousin practically started to vibrate from excitement.

"Are you kidding?!?!? That would be awesome!" His feet left the ground as he flew over to the table. "I learned this trick awhile back that I've been DYING to try out!" She smiled as Danny started mapping out plans for a perfect haunted museum.

"We have plenty of time to plan things out," she said laying a hand on his shoulder "tonight however we are celebrating your first day of school in this world so I was thinking we would go out to eat tonight." Danny grinned. "They just opened a new burger place down the street and-" She was cut off by the sound of her communicator. She stepped away from the table as she picked up the communicator, Danny zipped his lips as she answered the call.

It didn't take long, but from the look on her face Danny could tell they would not be going out tonight. Diana sighed after she ended the call.

"I'm sorry Danny, I have to go. Batman has an emergency meeting to discuss some things."

"Is everything okay?" She hesitated before shaking her head.

"Many of the higher priority villains have become increasingly quiet, while weaker villains have been more active than ever. We have been keeping an eye on the situation, however there have been some unexpected developments." Danny nodded.

"Don't worry about dinner, I'll go hang out with gramps tonight and we can do something tomorrow. Just be careful, last time Plasmius went quiet for too long I ended up fighting Pariah Dark."

"You'll have to tell me about that sometime." She smiled "I'll call when I get out of the meeting, hopefully we'll have some time for a movie and ice cream when I get back. Your pick."

"Awesome! There's a new movie that just came out called the Evil Dead that I've been wanting to check out." Diana ruffled his hair.

"Have fun with Grandfather." she said as she headed out.

-----------------

Diana was frustrated, she was meant to have dinner with Danny, instead she was called to an emergency League meeting. The Team found evidence of alien technology being used in the Bialyian desert. The criminal behind the project appeared to be Psimon, a powerful psychic who wiped the memories of the young heroes and put them in extreme danger.

Luckily the Team made it out in one piece, though not completely unscathed.

For the 3 hours they had been going over intelligence by the Team, going over any changes in the conflict, and reviewing other villains recent movements. The more they talked, the more Diana was sure something greater was at play.

To many people were staying far too quiet.

When the meeting finally ended, Batman approached once more.

“Diana."

"Batman, to what do I owe the pleasure?" she smiled congenially.

"What is your opinion of Superboy?" he asked in his usual blunt tone.

"He shows great potential. He needs to work on directing his strength and keeping his temper under control." Diana was quite proud of her new student.

"He's a loose cannon as things stand. We need to keep him under tight supervision." Her smile dropped.

"He may have trouble controlling his temper, but considering everything he's been through in the past months he's doing remarkably well. He listens well and, while stubborn at first, he was an attentive student. Until such a time when Superman decides to train him, I intend to continue with our training." She left no room for argument. Batman nodded.

"If you notice anything-"

"I will handle it personally." She interrupted him, her mood now sour. "And he prefers the name Conner."

"Noted. I won't keep you any longer." He grunted with a nod.

Diana made her way to the Zeta tubes, nodding to her fellow heroes as she passed though her mind was busy. Something was bothering the Bat, and that never boded well for anyone.

She said her farewells and left the base. Once she made it back to the apartment, she changed into her pajamas and pulled out her phone to call Danny. Smiling as she saw messages from her cousin, she tapped the screen to see the pictures.

She choked.

There on the screen, was none other than Vandal Savage, the ruthless warrior who fought against the Justice Society...with neon pink hair trying his very best to look serious in the middle of a meeting. She clicked on the next picture.

It was Vandal again though this time he seemed visibly furious as he stood against the Justice Society... covered from head to toe in glitter. The next message was a video.

Vandal was standing before a group of villains, clearly making some kind of presentation, as Danny and their Grandfather danced in the background. Colorful lights flashing as though they were at a party. From Vandal's twitching eye and the lack of reaction from the other villains... he was the only one who could see or hear them. Upon closer inspection, Danny appeared to be singing along to something. Diana was already at her limit as she unmuted her phone and pressing play, the moment the music came blasting through her phone she had to brace herself against the couch to stop herself from falling from the force of her laughter. She dropped her phone on the floor as the apartment was filled with the sound of-

"WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?!?!?!?!"

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[stardustedknuckles]

Twelve thousand people are tuned in to watch a video-only stream of Matt Mercer moving maps from one room to another and honestly that's part of what I love the most about this entire fandom and the show itself. I like the feel of just hanging out. Yeah there will always be folks who take parasocial relationships too far, but they're not inherently harmful in and of themselves as a concept. It's not harmful to genuinely like the people we see being friends every week and seek out the feeling of chilling out with them. It's only when folks start thinking that the relationship does or should go both ways or that they know these people deeply that it gets real weird real fast. But overall, yeah I'll totally put this on while I take care of my responsibilities. Matt doesn't know me. I'm just hanging out in his virtual vicinity with twelve thousand other people he also doesn't know.

[wolven91]

A Heated Bed - Chapter 2

[Trigger Warnings - Dubious Consent]

Matt awoke warm.

An odd twist of life amongst the stars was that the various species liked it cold. Ignoring that excess heat was always an important worry from a mechanical point of view in space, most of the races had the benefit of some sort of pelt or fur that protected them. The rest, the endothermic races with scales, had their own method of storing heat and particularly avoided overheating themselves. What this meant was that the internal temperature of the stations and most ships used by the various races of aliens, were several degrees colder than what a human would find comfortable.

To humans, or, at least to Matt's perspective, it was always freezing cold. He hadn't been able to speak to another human in a month or so, so had no idea what the rest of his kind thought about the matter. Maybe he was alone in his opinion?

With all that said, Matt, was blissfully warm this morning. His mind didn't review the information. It didn't query or question it, just in case it was a dream and to consider it would shatter the illusion. All he knew was that he was on his front, and he was comfortable for the first time in months. The human made a half-asleep throat vocalisation and unconsciously rubbed his face into the silky soft bedding to get himself comfortable again. His unconsciously dragged his fingers into the pelt whilst the deep, steady heartbeat lulled him back into slumber.

Matt didn't notice the mild rising and falling of his bed. Nor did he immediately register the dinnerplate sized hand or rather paw that rested at the base of his spine. It was only when the other occupants of the room were talking in low, hushed tones that his mind began to question why someone was in his room? Everyone on the station avoided him out of fear of getting into trouble so for someone to sneak in was odd.

"-slept?" The human's bleary mind tuned into a somewhat familiar female voice, only really catching the end of the sentence.

"Mm, very well, I sense he needed this." Replied his bed, the deep rumbling baritone voice rising up, through the human. A quiet chuckle replied off to one side.

"They had no clue of the treasure they had. Fools." Declared the female voice, was it Ruby's?

A suppressed laugh gently spasmed through his bed while it admonished the distinctly female voice to one side. The dinnerplate sized hand extended and began trailing a set of claws up and down the exposed flesh of Matt's back. As the claws crawled up his spine, Matt could feel that he was under a thin material of some kind, protecting him from the air, but moving as the stranger's hand moved up, then back down lazily.

"Stop it, if you make me laugh, I'll wake him! Of course they're fools. When have any of them, ever focused on what's important?" A contemptive huff. "They care only for lines on a map or numbers on a screen. Look at him; starved. It's unforgivable."

Matt cracked an eye open, barely enough to make out Ruby's prone form. She was laying on her side, bunched up against whoever it was that Matt was apparently laying on. If he was more awake, he may have panicked at that fact. She was looking up at them with eyes that held only a burning desire and-... and then she looked at Matt.

If he admitted it to himself, he would say that he was jealous of the specific attention her bedpartner was receiving from her. Anyone with at least one working eye could have seen how she gazed at them. How content she was, but also how much she wanted them. But when her face turned and looked at Matt, her face completely softened. From fierce desire to a protective care, her gaze switched in an instant. Matt wasn't good at reading the alien's expressions yet, none of them had spoken to him for long enough for him to learn the subtle changes in their expression and micro expressions. But Ruby's emotions towards him were as obvious as night and day. Either she was the universe's finest actor, and he had no hope of outwitting her manipulation or she genuinely saw him as something to be protected, cared for, supported, and loved. She nodded, before looking back up, above Matt's head.

"Starved for attention, yes, but have you noticed..?" The familiar snow leopard asked.

"That's he's very thin too?" The chest Matt lay on sighed; the trailing hand briefly diverted and ran a leather padded thumb down the ribs of Matt's chest, seemingly checking how much they protruded. "They abused him, consciously or not, in more than one way. One cannot survive on just food and water." It replied and Ruby made a noise of agreement.

That was when Matt's eyes blinked, he'd been holding them mostly closed until now. Immediately the green jewels of Ruby's eyes glanced down and made eye contact with his, once more her face softening.

"Well, well... Look who's awake?" Asked Ruby with a beautiful, warm smile that reached her eyes. She reached out an arm, and gently caressed his face, running her soft pads down past his temple, dragging the smooth crescent of her claws along his cheek, before finishing by running her pads along his jawline towards him chin.

"Did you sleep well our Matt?" She asked whilst he breathed in and looked around, getting his bearings. Looking down at his bed, it was a torso of silky, black fur. Raising his head, the torso was attached to a set of arms that were looped together around his back. On top of the shoulders where all the parts met, was a large head of what seemed to be a panther. It's golden eyes practically glowed as it grinned down at him with a jaw of sharp looking teeth.

"Sleep well?" The deep voice asked. The concept that Matt was currently laying on top of someone finally took shape and the panic of offending took hold.

"Oh. Oh! Sorry! I'll get off you." He babbled as he attempted to disengage.

As Matt tried to move however, both the jet-black Amazonian cat that he was laying on, and the similarly oversized bipedal, long furred snow leopard moved to stop him from 'escaping'. The jet back giant laid back and held Matt's torso to him while Ruby threw her legs over the pair of them, pinning Matt's legs and preventing him from escaping.

"Calm! Ssh! It's okay, calm. Calm our dear." The pair of them cooed together, until Matt's confused mind took a moment, unsure as to what he was supposed to do. They... didn't want him off? Once more, the pair of aliens completely destroyed his expectations of correct procedure or social norms.

"But-" A large grey and white digit came forward and pushed against his mouth, silencing his protests.

"Onyx does not mind that you are laying there." Ruby's face dominated Matt's vision, her face was still one of care, but now held a mix of worry and the firm gaze of a teacher.

"Quite the opposite, I am most honoured to experience this." They replied from above and below Matt's head, rumbling him all over once more. The hands still held him, one on his back, one against the side of his head. Their finger's curled against him, trailing both sets of claws over his flesh. Goosebumps rolled outwards from these spots and Matt suppressed a shiver.

"You can roll off them, if you and you alone want to. But only if you're uncomfortable, but not because you think it's what Onyx wants. To assume what Onyx wants, now you are aware they do not mind, would be rude. Do you understand?" Ruby asked and Matt nodded against the still firmly placed finger against his lips.

Ruby smiled in return and removed her digit, but not before gently tapping Matt on the nose during her retreat.

"I... I don't know what to do." Matt admitted honestly after a moment, he was so, so lost.

Matt's upbringing was not one of trauma, not until everything happened all at once, but he had once, a loving family. His mother brought him up to be good, to be polite, his father instilled a need to act appropriately. But now, all the social lessons that had been taught to the human now left him confused and bewildered as to what action was the correct one. He thought his actions would be appreciated! Not considered rude! The last thing he wanted was to upset someone. But the aliens were completely... alien! He didn't want to offend them, he had believed briefly that they couldn't be offended, but now they apparently could!?

Ruby leaned forwards and Matt could feel Onyx move too, sitting up. The broad, wet, and rough tongue of Ruby lapped against the human's forehead and a somewhat similar sensation brushed over his hair, Matt assuming that was Onyx's. The human had to close his eyes as Ruby pushed her face against his, wiping her fluffy cheeks against his exposed face, while a similar action was performed against the top of his head. He was eventually released, blinking, but just as confused as before, if not more so.

"That's okay, we're here for you either way. Take your time and we will gently coax you forward as and when." Onyx promised above him.

"I think some food might be in order?" Ruby announced, changing the subject, and glancing at Matt, who didn't know what to say, then to Onyx, who Matt felt nod curtly. With the grace of a cat, Ruby rolled away and stood next to the bed in one fluid movement, the duvet barely being disturbed during her leave.

From where Matt lay, he could see all but below Ruby's thighs. He was once more reminded that he was at least two foot shorter than her and suspected he'd be at a similar height disadvantage to Onyx. Her fur was, for lack of a better word; beautiful. The grey dominated the pelt, but the whites and blacks made spots and streaks through it. It was so long that when she held out her arms, it draped down like natural tassels off a jacket.

As a human, Matt hadn't really considered the attractiveness of other species. In all honestly, he was definitely sheltered back home, not really exploring much of what or who he found attractive. Being a chronic introvert, he remembered even felling mild guilt when safely ogling images online in the privacy of his own space back when there was an internet, let alone trying to chat someone up in a bar.

So, when he considered the wide hips, the hourglass shape, the thick thighs, and the fact that when she stretched up towards the ceiling in a joint cracking, bone lengthening morning stretch; he got to watch all of this. It felt like watching art. Like a perfect marble statue had come to life and was now tiptoeing out of the room with a graceful bounce. Matt would feel guilt for objectifying her later, but he couldn't take his eyes off her form until she had completely left the room and was out of all sight. There was a beat of silence.

"I'm glad you find her as beautiful as I do." Rumbled Onyx, snapping Matt back to the reality that was his bed. Now Matt had to deal with the concept that he was laying on top of an unknown alien which he was mildly certain was a male, if the voice and form was anything to assume.

"I'm going to get off you now." The human explained carefully and steadily, aware of their stance on him reacting to his perception of their wants and desires.

"That's okay, need a claw?" Onyx offered helpfully.

"No, I got it." Matt replied as he used his knee to put his weight on the mattress for the first time in hours and tumbled off the alien sideways and into the bed proper. He had exactly zero of the same grace as Ruby or Onyx, Matt suspected. Scooting backwards he made his way up and away to the top of the bed where the alien was laying. Matt was now where Ruby was only moments ago, only he wasn't pressed to the alien's side as their lover had been.

An awkward silence, at least to Matt's perception, fell over the room. 'I'm laying next to an unknown alien male. A guy I have just used as a fucking mattress for god knows how long.' The human thought to himself, trying to organise his mind.

Matt wasn't gay, at least... he didn't think he was. He'd never experimented nor ever tried anything back on Earth. 'Never had the chance.' His mind helpfully offered to which he shut down with a mental scramble. No, he knew who he was... right? Women were neat! He loved everything about them, guys were... him? He wasn't 'sexy' or attractive, at least not to him, so that applied to all guys.

Right? That's how that worked. He'd never considered whether he found other attractive as he assumed he was straight. He didn't need to muddy the water for himself; trying to find a girlfriend had been hard enough.

Matt glanced to the side. The dark furred alien was laying there. There were no pillows, there were never any damn pillows in space it seemed, so the pair of them were laying there flat against the mattress. The felinoid had a small, almost knowing, smirk. Ruby was beautiful, she undoubtedly had sexy appear. Just the silohette was enough to entice Matt. But what of Onyx? The felinoid had his own... charm? No! why was he thinking like this? Onyx is a guy, they're just touchy-feely.

Why is he smiling? Does he know? Were they telepaths? The serpents could hypnotise you with just a glance, that was part of his orientation, so who knew what other abilities the rest of the aliens could-

Onyx rolled over towards Matt and rested his head against his fist, holding himself up, looking down at the human with a calm, cool gaze.

"You've not moved a muscle in over a minute, and I do mean that you've been perfectly still. Honestly it's impressive." Onyx said with a grin, briefly raising the ridge over their eyes as Matt glanced over up at them. His whiskers caught the light like fishing wires, glinting. He was handsome, Matt could objectively agree that.

"I'm fine." Matt lied.

"I didn't ask that and that's still a lie." Onyx pointed out before sighing and completed their roll until they were holding themselves up with their elbows, right next to Matt.

"Is it that you're scared? True Freedom is not as easy as one might think. Now that Ruby isn't here, you're left with your own thoughts?"

The human hadn't even considered that, he'd had more pressing issues this morning, but the realisation that the ship he was on could be accelerating towards anywhere! He blinked up at the ceiling, his heartrate sped up. They'd processed his transit out of there really quickly. Did they know where this ship was going? Could Matt be tracked so he could be rescued? Onyx again, interrupted the human's runaway thoughts.

"Ah, not that then. Then is it me? Am I too much?"

"No! No, I mean, this is your place, more than mine. Ruby wouldn't... Maybe I should-" Matt leant up to leave, but a wide and strong paw reached up, and simply pushed him back down.

"Ah! A wrong thought and not one worth wasting time on. Even you know that." The dark felinoid 'hummed' contemplatively for a moment, before opening their eyes and watching Matt carefully. It was only now the human noticed that the alien's face was in a slight shadow that their eyes were actually glowing.

"Are... are your eyes, glowing?" Matt squinted, the alien chuckled in response.

"Why yes! Yes, they are!" The alien smiled broadly and genuinely. "I liked my original colour, but I wanted something with a bit more flair. I'm all for subtly, but you need something to help you stand out."

"Ruby mentioned her 'original colour' too, what do you mean?" The man asked, glancing from one glowing orb to the other.

"Ah, when we say 'Freedom', we do mean freedom of the body too. Our skill at body modifications are quite extrensive. Most felinoids will adjust themselves at some point. Some a new pattern of fur, others a change of eye colour. I'm aware of some that have opted for far more drastic modifications."

"Like what?"

"I'm aware of at least one planet who have mostly become six limbed. They appear like any other, until you get to the hips, then they have a whole other body with four limbs for locomotion like quadrupeds, instead of bipeds."

"Like a centaur? You can do that?"

"I feel we have only scratched the surface of what you think is possible. But rather than worry you with what my whole race can do, shall we find out what you can do?"

"uh... sure?"

Matt was answering offhandedly if he was honest with himself. He was still observing the glowing orbs and wondering how the hell they did that when the alien suddenly surged forward and with a single fluid and confident movement, straddled the smaller human. Their giant paws were either side of the human's head, while their knees caged in Matt's hips. The alien was grinning down at the human, who had unconsciously brought his hands up against his own chest, palms open and up to push against the alien if they descended suddenly.

From this position, the gentle golden glow was far more obvious. It toed the line of intimidating and mysterious and yet... Again, Matt was hit by the idea that it was not a predatory gaze or one of disregard, but one of sincere care and perhaps more than a smidge of mischief. Onyx on the other hand was in full control of the situation and spoke with confidence as if they did this every day.

"Ah! There we go, now we can get to the heart of the matter. We cannot merely lay next to one another in pure frozen silence like before, can we?"

"Can't we?!" Squeaked Matt.

"Ah, calm. You're not in danger here. But, I need to hear your answer; why do I intimidate you?" Asked the looming, far larger, far more dangerous creature that was currently, all but pinning the human. It didn't matter the alien wasn't technically touching Matt; the implications and utter obliteration of his personal space were still present.

"You're a guy!" Matt blurted without thinking. It wasn't everything he could have said or even one he'd repeat if he thought about it. His emotions were a fused, tangled knot of confused and mixed signals. If he had actually thought about it, he honestly wouldn't have been able to give an answer, not that this one was a 'good' answer by any measure. All that had happened was that he panicked and his mind had fallen back onto old prejudices that had been developed by his upbringing.

However, his answer caused the creature's brow to furrow, before a rapturous grin broke out across its muzzle.

"Oh! Oh, I understand now! You do not like males?" Asked Onyx with near glee in their voice.

"That's not- I'm sure you're lovely! I'm just not, I don't think I could..." Matt was rambling, but he wanted to quickly reassure and not wanting to offend the alien. Although the human did notice that he had avoided outright saying he didn't 'like' men for some strange reason. He'd worry about that later. Now was not the time to have an awakening, that was for late night insomnia.

"Oh, I am lovely, but the good news is..." The alien said, leaning down until they were barely inches away from the human's face. "I'm not male."

"You're female?" Matt again, blurting out a knee jerk reaction, more surprised, than shocked. The rumbling baritone voice of the creature had cemented in Matt's mind of the alien's gender long before now completely unconsciously. But frustratingly, the alien continued their grin and shook their head again.

"Nope! Not female either." They seemed to relish in the human's uncertainty and leaned even closer, now mere millimetres away. Matt could feel their breath against his face, but they still weren't quite touching the human. Matt had to respond, to react!

"I-I-I don't... I don't understand then." The human admitted again, thoroughly confused and unsure how he should be reacting. He did what was safe to him; remaining still with his palms still up, but not shoving the alien away. A small part of his mind offered that as a solution, but his hands refused to push outwards, shouted down by another previously silent part of his psyche.

What was the correct path?!

"I'm neither Matt. That's all. Nice and easy." Explained the alien cryptically.

"Our Matt... Your nerves are from an unspoken concern for an unfulfilled action. Expectations versus reality. We've have physically slept together, next to and on top of one another only hours ago." The alien tilted their head, still smiling like the Cheshire cat.

"You're not denying this, even now. There is a part of you that is willing to be open. A felinoid trait and a good one to have."

"But you're not... Not female?" Matt's mind, a product of a restrained society was grasping at straws, desperate for a reason for him to deny what he may actually want, what he unconsciously felt he should feel guilty for.

"No. My dear, we can lay here and ask a hundred questions, or we can take one action and see how you feel afterwards?"

"What's that?"

The felinoid leant forwards through the final fraction of space and Matt's hands finally touched against the alien's furred chest while Onyx's black shiny lips that surrounded their waiting muzzle pressed against Matt's own lips, capturing them completely. At first Matt flinched, unsure as to whether he should resist or not.

They weren't the gender he had grown up expecting to kiss, but that felt like such a small concern next to the fact they weren't even human.

'What does that matter?' asked a voice in the back of Matt's mind, as the felinoid's lips pressed into the kiss with more force, meeting no resistance. 'They are just as sentient as you.' The voice admonished. A tongue briefly made itself known to Matt's mouth, which he hadn't closed yet in protest, it tasted and probed the human with growing confidence.

'But he... but she... they aren't...' the unintentionally prejudiced but collapsing part of his mind desperately attempted to counter but found no purchase whilst being subjecting to the dissonance of expecting to hate the kiss yet actually loving every second.

'You're enjoying this...' and with that fact, the concept of who he 'was' shattered. All knowns and unknowns he thought he knew slipped away as their foundations of sand collapsed beneath the weight of the alien's kiss. Regardless of whether they were either gender, neither of them or something entirely new, Matt could no longer deny that he was limited to one and only one option. His all-encompassing loneliness from the multiple months without some much as a conversation or comfort had left him starved of this attention. He needed it more than air at this point.

As Matt laid there, he realised that he was kissing back, pushing into Onyx to keep the pleasure going. It was passionate but unskilled from his side. On the contrary, Onyx had full control. They would press into Matt, then retreat, Matt unconsciously followed, raising his head to chase after the pleasure that he was experiencing, not wanting it to end, only for Onyx to slip one of their clawed paws under his head to support the human before renewing their assault on the poor, unsuspecting human who was now completely at the larger alien's mercy and push him back down into the mattress.

It was only when Ruby's voice announced that she was in the room, that reality came crashing back down. She was placing three bowls of something on the side table next to the giant bed, that Matt flinched again, now pushing with his hands against the alien's chest. Onyx merely grinned against Matt's mouth, aware that it was more that the human had been caught with his proverbial paw in the cookie jar than not wanting the black felinoid's attention.

"Well! It's good to see you two getting on well."

Onyx merely collapsed on top of the human while holding his face into the felinoids neck. Matt would have tried to squirm away, to disengage from what his panicked mind assumed was something akin infidelity or something to be ashamed of despite having no real defined relationship with these creatures.

"Aw, you spoilt it! He was getting into that!" Admonished Onyx, pouting at the now giggling Ruby.

"I left you for no more than five minutes and I come back to this? I thought if I was quick enough, I wouldn't miss it. Honestly I'm just jealous."

Matt had nothing to add, he went from scrambling to disengage, to burying his face into the felinoid's neck fur and mumbling how he'd like to be put out of his misery now. His embarrassment was complete, and his face had gone a deep scarlet.

=== 0 ===

The scuttle back to Matt's room was one of embarrassment for the human. He wasn't ashamed that he had kissed Onyx, he had... well honestly, he'd enjoyed it, that much was obvious and far more than he thought he physically could. His orientation was not his concern right now though, at least now that he'd calmed down. When Onyx had first moved to release Matt, the human had tried his best to hide his excitement for it all. He'd failed miserably, but Onyx merely looked down, looked back to Matt's reddening face and given him a wink, otherwise ignoring the issued that had popped up.

Nothing more was said, but still! Matt was mortified! Even if he had just had his tongue wrestled into submission by the alien that wasn't the point!

But now, he needed clothes and there were felinoids walking around in the hallway. The pair of aliens had offered the thin silky duvet to wrap around him, but it would have been less conspicuous, and it was only a few strides to his quarters. He could do this, so Matt politely declined.

In the end, he'd stood near the door, far enough away to not trigger it's opening, but close enough to listen. All the while, Ruby and Onyx watched the human with barely hidden amusement.

When Matt thought the coast was clear, he stepped from the pair's room and retraced his steps to his quarters right into the presence of a new felinoid. This one was a significant difference to Ruby and Onyx. Whilst they exuded calm, collected suaveness, this creature reminded him of a punk rocker in both their stance and attire. A bright white mohawk stuck out from between their ears, which had countless piercings and loops through them, at the top of their head and followed down into a mass of unkept stark white hair that hung down their back like a cloak. Greens and purple highlights streaked the rest of their fur in random places. They wore clothes, a jean and leather outfit with shiny spikes sticking out in rows and lines. It wasn't to the same degree of coverage as a human, but the open sleeveless jacket revealed that their interest in piercings continued to beyond their ears. Mercifully, the alien wore a set of matching trunks that hid their lower parts.

When the punk alien turned around, like the random streaks, their eyes were different colours too. One green, one purple.

"Ah, I thought you were just ignoring me." They said, gesturing to the closed door of his quarters. Matt dubiously guessed that the newcomer was a female based off the barely hidden chest of their open jacket, but once more hesitated lest he fall into another pit of assumptions. "I was wanting to ask when you're starting your lesson?"

Matt blinked, still acutely aware he was still dressed in just loose sleeping shorts and stood in the middle of a carpet hallway like he was committing a 'walk of shame'.

"My... lesson?"

"Yeah, the politeness lesson? They said you were doing courses 'cos we're gonna' scare off your kind?" The felinoid reminded him whilst leaning back into a relaxed, almost bored stance, crossing their arms.

"I... I've only just arrived; I didn't really get that far I'm sorry to say..." The human admitted to the arms crossed punk. They tilted their head dramatically downwards, hair cascading everywhere and gave him an obvious look up and down, smirking widely the whole time.

"Yeah, I can see we're helping you get real comfy. Alright, well I want in. If it means I get in then you can just swing by my place later."

"Wait! No! That's not what this is."

"Look, the rumours are all over the place, we know your kind are like... really really uptight, but I'm not judgin'. If you want me to come to yours, I'm fine with that too."

"No! I couldn't sleep, Ruby was... it wasn't... I don't know how to describe it, but nothing happened."

The punk leant back as she emphasised her words, seemingly getting a moment of epiphany.

"Oooh, right! You're a softy! Oh well, I know how to sort you out. Gotcha', well... I'll make sure you get a real good night's sleep. Deal?"

"W-what!? I'm not-!"

Matt's words were lost as there was a commotion and a yell behind him. Turning round, any further words died on his lips, as he saw a pair of what could only be described as bipedal lions, golden fur with flaming red manes and all, rushing towards both he and the punk. They were both stark naked and unless they were choosing to identify as anything else, the twins had to be male based on the fact they were hiding absolutely nothing. They waved as they approached at speed, seemingly not caring that they were exposed to the world.

"Oh hey! Can we join in!?" the twin lions called out in perfect unison, both glancing from the punk to the human expectantly.

Driven by an ancient desire of not being eaten by lions, Matt practically dove for his room and closed the door behind him, offering a half-baked excuse that he'd sort out a lesson as soon as possible. There was a set of scratches at the door, but that too stopped after a quiet discussion that he could barely make out through the bulkhead door. It sounded like the punk was explaining, but realistically he couldn't tell what had been said.

Matt held his hand to his mouth and stared wide eyed ahead of him. He wasn't seeing anything, he was just trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.

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