#yeah I don’t know for the title

[aggressiveglockenspiel]

look i’m not saying joel is a comedy mastermind but i’m also saying his title is INSANELY funny when you know what actually happened on the server

the whiplash of 🥰🥰 cute paths 🥰🤩 and more 🤔🤔🤨. btw this it the finale of empires!!! 🤪🥰😘😵

[damthosefandoms]

they’re gay, your honor

[skyward-floored]

I Think Hiccup Cures Were Really Invented for the Amusement of the Patient’s Friends

I found this hiding in my drafts and finished it off, and I don’t even know what to say about it

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It started so simply.

They were all eating dinner, the mood fairly quiet for once. The heroes had fought against several tough enemies that afternoon, and while there had been no major injuries, this had been the third large fight in as many days and they were all exhausted. Wild had whipped up some stew as they made camp, and the heroes were now wolfing it down in near silence.

*HIC*

Well almost near silence.

Everyone in camp jumped at the sudden noise, turning towards Warriors, who had put a hand over his mouth and was looking a bit surprised and rather embarrassed.

“Something you’d like to share with the class, Captain?” said Legend, raising an eyebrow.

Warriors narrowed his eyes, lowering his hand with a scoff. “It was just a hiccup vet, no need to- *hic*!”

He slapped his hand back over his mouth and Wind, who was sitting next to him, giggled.

“Have a bit too much to drink there Wars?” he grinned.

“No! I’m just- *hic* I just ate the so-*hic*- the soup too- *hic*- too fast!”

Wild, Hyrule, and Time of all people had joined in on the giggling, and several of the others were smiling in amusement as Warriors tried to get his sudden hiccups under control.

“Stop lau- *hic* laughing, and help- *hic* -help me get rid of- *hic* -them!”

Wind stood up with a grin, still giggling. “Don’t worry Cap! I’ve got a sure-fire method for getting rid of the hiccups!” He reached down to his feet, grabbing the cup of water sitting there and shoving it at the Captain.

“Here! All you have to do is drink from the opposite side of the cup!”

Warriors gave him an incredulous look. “How on- *hic* Farore’s green earth am I supposed *hic* to do that?”

Wind shrugged. “I dunno, but it always worked for Aryll. Just try it!”

The captain resignedly stared down at the cup in his hands, then sighed, and attempted to do what Wind told him.

...That was how Warriors discovered he was really bad at drinking from the opposite side of a cup.

Several unsuccessful minutes later with water dripping down his chin and a rather damp tunic, Warriors shoved the empty cup back into Wind’s hands with a huff.

“It *hic* didn’t work Sailor, I’m *hic* soaked! Why *hic* is that supposed to get rid of the *hic* hiccups?!”

Wind frowned, his giggles mostly dissipated. “Well I don’t know why it’s supposed to work, just that it usually does! You must’ve been doing it wrong, I’ll get you another cup and-“

“Oh no, *hic* we’re trying *hic* something else!”

Warriors turned towards the peanut gallery, who were still grinning at his attempts to drink from the cup. “Any other *hic* ideas from you lot?”

Hyrule hesitantly raised a hand, and smiled when Warriors waved him on to talk.

“Well,” he began, scratching his head. “this one potion seller I know always said that holding your breath for as long as you can stand it gets rid of the hiccups, but I haven’t ever had the chance to test it out.” The Traveler shrugged as he finished.

“I’ve heard that too,” put in Four. “But I thought it was just some old wives tale.”

Warriors sighed again. “Well no harm in try-*hic*-ing,” he said, then took a deep breath and held it.

The heroes all watched as Warriors sat there, jumping slightly as his body continued to hiccup, his cheeks puffed out as he held his breath.

A minute or two ticked by, and Warriors’ face got redder and redder. Just when it looked like he was about to pass out, he finally burst out with a huge exhale, coughing and gasping as he attempted to regain his breath.

“Did it work?” asked Legend skeptically.

Warriors held out a hand, silently asking him to wait as he coughed. Then he sat up, and they all waited with bated breath as the silence stretched on.

*hic*

Cries of disappointment went up around camp, the loudest of which came from the captain himself. Hyrule looked astounded that it didn’t work, and Four merely shrugged, having been unsure about it from the start.

“I’ve got a cure!” exclaimed Wild, and Warriors turned his gaze on the champion. “Mine’s really simple, all you have to do is hang upside down!”

Warriors crossed his arms. “I think you *hic* all are starting to make *hic* these up.”

Wild shook his head. “Well I’m not. It works for me, and Zelda said there’s obviously something scientific about it since it always works!”

Warriors sighed. “Right.” How could he argue with that? “But how-*hic* exactly am I supposed to- HEY!”

Twilight suddenly grabbed the captain by the ankles and swung him upside down.

“Rancher! Put *hic* me down!”

Twilight grinned down at him, not relinquishing his hold one bit. “I’m helping you get rid of your hiccups, you should be grateful.” he said, eyes twinkling. Wind fell off the log he was sitting on, laughing his head off along with the others as the captain struggled in Twilight’s grip. He shot a pleading look towards Time, but the old man simply smiled at his misfortune and made no move to assist him.

Warriors growled, but the effect was ruined when it was interrupted with a hiccup. “At least get my *hic* scarf out of the *hic* dirt would you?”

Wild walked forward and picked up his scarf, draping it over his arms so it was off of the ground. Warriors grumpily thanked him, and Wild smiled a little apologetically. “Is it working?” he asked, and Warriors glared.

“No.” he snapped. “And the *hic* blood is rushing to my *hic* head.”

“Huh. I guess it only works for me then.” Wild shrugged. “That’s too bad, I was sure it would work. Guess you can let him go Twi.”

The rancher abruptly dropped Warriors’ ankles and he fell to the ground with a thud, flipping his scarf off his face and shooting a flat look up at Twilight.

“Did you have *hic* to do that?” he said, sounding rather unamused.

Twilight smiled innocently. “Consider it payback for what you did two weeks ago.”

Warriors frowned, then remembrance flitted across his face and he lowered his gaze.

“Fine. We’re even.”

Twilight nodded in satisfaction, and sat back down by the fire while Warriors sat up and dusted off his pants, still hiccuping as he fixed his scarf around his shoulders. “Any other *hic* ideas?” he asked, and the others all exchanged glances.

“I heard once that eating a spoonful of sugar helps,” said Sky.

“I always thought it was vinegar.” said Legend, raising an eyebrow.

“I say *hic* we try sugar,” cut in Warriors quickly. “I’m not desperate enough *hic* to eat straight up vinegar *hic* yet.”

Wild shrugged and reached around in his bag, pulling out some sugar then pouring it onto a spoon which he handed to Warriors. The captain took the sugar and ate it, screwing up his face at the gritty explosion of sweetness in his mouth. He didn’t mind sweets, but straight-up sugar was a bit much.

He swallowed, and smacked his lips. “Yech. On the other *hic* hand, vinegar might have *hic* been better.”

“Well, since the sugar didn’t work...” said Legend with a grin, hoping to see Warriors eat a spoonful of vinegar.

“Actually I don’t have any vinegar,” apologized Wild, “so we can’t try that. We’ll have to think of something else.”

“I *hic* don’t think there is any-*hic*-thing else,” Warriors said despondently, waving his hand around, “we’ve tried every *hic* cure for the hiccups I know and *hic* several I don’t, and I’ve still *hic* got them.”

He sighed, resting his head glumly in his hands, body still shaking with the occasional hiccup.

Wind’s face was screwed up in thought as he tried to think of any other hiccup cures. He was sure there was another one he’d heard of, but it continued to elude him. He glanced around the campsite, hoping something would jog his memory, but stopped as he looked around at the others.

“Hey, where’d the old man go? Wasn’t he just here?” he asked, and the others looked at where Time had been. His seat was conspicuously empty, a halfway eaten bowl of stew perched on top.

Hyrule frowned. “He was just here, where could he have gone?”

Legend shrugged. “He have to take a leak?”

“Maybe he just wanted some air,” said Twilight.

Warriors frowned and was about to suggest they take a look around just in case, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around and felt his heart shoot into his throat, a horrific skeleton suddenly inches away from his face.

Warriors nearly fell off his seat with a scream, scrambling for a weapon to attack with when he heard uproarious laughter come from the monster behind him.

And then he recognized the skeleton.

“Old man AGAIN?!” Warriors practically shrieked, and Time took the mask off, nearly bent double with force of his laughs.

“Y-your face,” he wheezed, shaking with laughter, “even better then the first time! I can’t believe it worked again!”

Warriors’ face was furious and the others were nearly in conniptions, laughter ringing throughout the forest at his shocked reaction.

“I didn’t know you could even hit a note that high!” cackled Legend. “You should teach voice lessons!”

Warriors‘ eye twitched. “Old man,” he said, his voice uncomfortably calm, “if I didn’t greatly respect you as one of the goddesses’ chosen heroes and as my friend, then as Farore as my witness nobody would ever find your-!”

“Hey, your hiccups are gone!” Hyrule exclaimed.

Warriors cut off his rant at the observation, blinking in surprise. The traveler was correct, he no longer felt the jumping sensation in his chest or throat. He was cured.

“I knew there was another hiccup cure!” Wind grinned, “way to go old man, you got rid of them!”

Time’s laughter finally abated but he continued to smile, slipping the skeletal mask back into his bag. “I believe I’m owed a thank you captain.” he said, completely straight-faced.

Warriors stared at him in disbelief, then looked around at the others, hoping for backup. Seeing their completely unsympathetic grins, he sighed and turned back towards Time.

“Thank you for scaring away my hiccups old man.” he grumbled, and Time patted him sympathetically on the shoulder.

“Any time captain. It was my- *HIC*”

The two froze, and all eyes slowly turned towards Time, who had slapped a hand over his mouth and looked utterly horrified. Warriors felt a grin start to form on his own face. “Old man, did you just-?”

“No,” Time answered quickly, “it was just a- *hic*”

The old man was trying to keep a neutral expression, but Warriors could see he was having trouble as he continued to hiccup. Warriors felt his grin grow wider.

“Oh sailor,” the captain called in a sing-song voice. Wind perked up. “Get our fearless leader here a cup of water will you?”

The sailor tilted his head curiously. “Why?”

Warriors clapped Time on the back, grinning widely as the old man put his head in his hands.

“So we can cure his hiccups.”

[wykart]

Honestly if chibs does confirm fugitive doctor as pre-hartnell I’m just gonna keep believing in 6B for the sake of my boy (one).

[obstinaterixatrix]

reading fic for cn media by people with limited familiarity of cn culture can be like. ok listen. there’s a whole linguistic thing which is absolutely not intuitive for someone who isn’t aware of how terms of address work in practice. and you have fallen into the trap. and it is not your fault. I’m sorry. Farewell.

[seveneyesoup]

hmmm something something passing the torch from doctor to doctor regeneration passing the role from actor to actor and but the same could happen in the story, yeah? in the absence of the doctor, anyone could play the role and they would end up The Doctor by the end.

[anpanmann]

TOP KPOP TRACKS 2021 [Mid-Year]

film out - bts // destiny part.2 - mamamoo // kind - shinee // 0x1=lovesong (i know i love you) feat. seori - txt // lmly - jackson wang // lovers in the night - seori

tagged by @ourownwings and @loversmore thank you, lovelies! 🤍🤍

tagging: @taevsn, @hoseosk, @intronnevermind, @slipped-away, @kimtaegis, @taehkims, @jmin, @jiminswn, @userjiminie +whoever wants to do this ^^

[filibusterphil]

Wow forgot how emotionally devastating the beginning of the Korean Leverage show was.

[yugiohz]

[blueskittlesart]

i mean Conan not being seven was kinda part of the plot but also. why does a detective who thinks he's in possession of a seven year old child lets him go around corpses so fucking often. someone dies every time this three person family is in their general vicinity and no one asked some questions? there aren't conspiracy theories about it? whack

to be fair it was written in the 90s when no one cared about their children’s safety

[lemonpeter]

Desperate

@preciouspeterbparker is an enabler 💕 and I love her for it. She sent me a concept for my au I’d explained a little while before and I was OBSESSED, so I’m sure hoping I did it justice 💕

Warnings: the whole thing is extremely nff, a/b/o, both alpha and omega Peter (I explain it here), alpha Tony, very brief bottom Tony (like one paragraph right at the beginning and Peter thinking about it), s*x toy use god I hope this shows up in the tags

@serrabloodsong

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“Come on, baby, give it to me,” Tony panted, pressing his hips back until they were flush against Peter’s.

Peter groaned, holding onto his alpha’s hips as he kept fucking forward. He’d never felt anything so incredible, addicted to the vice-like grip of Tony’s ass. It was tight and slick and so different than the stimulation he got from just being fucked.

“I’m so close, Tony.” A soft whine escaped his throat as his hips lost their rhythm. He could feel the tension in his belly about to snap as he approached his high.

His eyes snapped open as soon as he finished, a weak moan leaving him. His hips stuttered forward as he spilled across the pillow that was tucked between his legs. His hand dropped between his legs to squeeze at his knot, now fully grown, the sensation causing his body to jolt and another spurt of cum to leak onto the pillow.

Once he had completely ridden out his high, he went lax against the bed. He was slightly sore from the amount of tension his body had held, but he’d heal. He was more concerned about the dream.

It was the fifth one that week.

Sure, it wasn’t abnormal for him to have wet dreams. Even with all the sex he had, his drive was so high that he was often waking up to slick-soaked sheets and a bit of a wet patch on the blanket.

No, the concerning part was how he was on top in every dream. And how he woke up with a popped knot.

He was a genetic miracle, having presented with characteristics of both an alpha and omega. But since he was primarily omega, it was extremely rare for him to knot anything, or even have the urge to. He always bottomed with Tony and that made him happy. He didn’t need anything else.

But his alpha side seemed to want to be brought to light suddenly. He’d been dreaming about fucking his alpha, something he’d never seriously considered before. And he woke up every morning with his knot buried in a pillow he’d been fucking unconsciously.

He didn’t know what to do.

There was no way that he could ask Tony about anything like that. For the most part they ignored his differences, especially during sex. As far as either of them were concerned he was strictly omega during those times. So it would have been odd to bring up the alpha bottoming occasionally.

And there was also the issue of pain. Alphas weren’t designed to take a knot. And it was pretty impossible without a ton of prep, which Peter was fairly sure neither of them completely knew what to do. There was no way he would hurt Tony ever. So he figured it was best to just...leave it.

Which worked...for about a week.

He kept having the dreams, but luckily Tony left for work before Peter got up, so he never saw his partner’s predicament. Peter let himself ride out the high every morning and then hid the evidence by quickly tossing everything into the washer.

It was easy enough to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary was happening. He dealt with it first thing in the morning and then got on with his day.

But then the thoughts started bleeding into his conscious mind.

He’d eat lunch with Tony when he had a break and find himself fantasizing about what it would be like to have the alpha bent over the table for him. His mind would conjure up images of Tony’s body eagerly taking his cock. Then his knot after.

Peter imagined watching in fascination and pride as his cum dripped from the alpha’s puffy hole after they were done.

His cheeks burned as the alpha brought up how distracted he seemed. “What? Oh, it’s nothing. Just thinking about...class.” Like his daily physics work would cause him to space out and drool like that.

But Tony didn’t argue, just shrugging off the answer with an, “Alright, honey.”

The excuses and zoning out were becoming all too common for Peter.

He knew that he needed to find a solution. It wasn’t going to work if he kept up how he was going.

Since he was the only person with his condition (that he was aware of), it wasn’t like he could just hop on Google and look up a solution to his highly specific problem. But maybe he could figure out smaller questions and find solutions for those instead of the big picture.

And that was how he found himself in front of his computer, staring at the search bar. In incognito mode, of course. He wouldn’t be able to look Tony in the eye if these searches were discovered.

He wasn’t quite sure where to start. The entire thing felt a bit overwhelming to him, especially since he couldn’t just find an answer for the entire thing. He had to break it up and he didn’t quite know how to.

So he tried to start simple.

‘alpha wet dream fix’

The only results he got there were articles about why wet dreams happen and instructing to just have more sexual release in the day to day life. Which he already got, he knew that wasn’t the issue.

On to the next search.

‘male omega want to top’

All that came up was porn. Pages and pages of porn.

He clicked on one link, heart pounding as he watched the small omega in the video fucking his alpha hard and fast. The alpha encouraged him the whole time, spouting words of encouragement in between sounds of obvious pleasure.

It was incredibly hot. But not exactly what he was looking for.

‘Knotting in sleep’

He got more porn, somnophilia this time. He tried to reword his search, looking into ‘alpha alone sleep knotting’.

Some more porn, but then he thought maybe he saw a search that could be helpful. His eyes skimmed over the article after he clicked on it.

“‘Sometimes an alpha will involuntarily knot during sleep, most often...if they haven’t had stimulation regularly.’” Peter read out loud, fingers tapping against his temple.

He didn’t get it. Well, he got it. But it didn’t make any sense.

He hadn’t done anything but bottom for years. And he was completely okay with it. The alpha urges hadn’t been there.

But suddenly they were. And he absolutely couldn’t figure out why.

His fingers drummed against his desk as he tried to figure out what to do next. Of course, he didn’t figure that there was any way he’d get a straight answer for what was going on with him. It was just like everything else in his life, a lot of questions with no real answers.

His eyes drifted over the search results again and he hummed as he reached the ‘also asked’ questions.

“‘How can a single alpha safely knot?’” He read off, clicking to expand the tab until the associated link came up. He clicked it as well, eyebrows raised.

There wasn’t much he actually knew about the alpha biology. Even after presenting, he figured it wouldn’t matter since he was mainly omega anyways. It had never occurred to him that maybe knotting outside of a confined environment wouldn’t be safe.

Reading over the Q&A the link brought him to, he realized that he was lucky he hadn’t been hurt by his nightly activities. Even if none of it had been on purpose.

Luckily, he was also supplied with solutions.

“A toy?” Peter mumbled. The only toy he’d ever owned was a dildo with a fake knot on it. And as far as he knew Tony didn’t own anything like what he was seeing in the pictures.

But he didn’t have another choice, really. The sleeve would provide him with a chance to test out knotting on his own and was a safe way to do it.

So he clicked over to another tab, looking up alpha-specific sex toys. And there were...a lot of results.

The alpha part of his brain seemed to switch on, immediately thinking of how each toy would feel on him and which would be best. He scrolled through pages, flipped between stores, all to end up ordering just one. A basic fleshlight that he hoped would do the job. It claimed to be for knotting as well, so he had hope that it would be good.

As he added a few different types of synthetic slick to his cart, he prayed that Tony didn’t look too closely at how he was spending money. But he knew it was all going to come out to a decent sum.

He’d deal with that when he came to it.

After confirming all of the orders, he stood up from the desk and headed back to the bedroom. He grabbed his tablet on the way, determined to continue his research. There had to be some explanation for his sudden urges.

He just had to put in the effort to figure out what it was.

***

Despite how he’d read it was dangerous, his body refused to stop its morning wake up call of an unbelievable orgasm and a fully swollen knot.

He still seemed safe, so he didn’t stress about it too much. It just gave him a bit more pause every time it happened.

And the stimulation felt so good, he couldn’t help but want it to continue on some level. But as always, the knot shrunk again once he had come down from his high and he couldn’t seem to figure out a way to get it back. The only time he was able to knot was from those dreams, his intense fantasies of fucking his alpha.

Great.

His mind was almost constantly on the concept now. He couldn’t stop thinking about it no matter how hard he tried. All of his daydreams became about topping Tony in various positions and locations. Then the daydreams snuck into his normal thoughts again. And every moment felt like one long daydream.

Only his alpha wasn’t really part of any of it, since Peter still hadn’t told him. And he didn’t plan on doing so.

It definitely made things harder. But he didn’t want to freak Tony out by revealing how needy his alpha side was getting or make him feel guilty for not wanting to bottom.

He could take care of himself. That would be alright.

***

“Pete, a package came for you,” Tony called, getting ready to leave back for work after his lunch break. “Friday just informed me that it’s at the front desk downstairs, so you can go get that.” He didn’t ask what it was, too preoccupied by thoughts of work and all he had to get done.

Which was perfectly fine with Peter.

He looked up as Tony talked, eyes widening slightly. It had to have been his toy (and the other things purchased with it.) He didn’t have a habit of purchasing much, so it had to be that if it came specifically for him.

As soon as the alpha had left, he raced downstairs to get the package. And he was ripping into the box without shame instantly when he was upstairs again.

He so badly wanted to try it out. He was desperate to knot, needing to feel how good things could be.

Peter looked over the toy, almost fascinated as he studied it. It was just like it had been in the picture, a smooth plastic body covering a soft silicone sleeve. The entrance looked almost disturbingly like his own pussy, soft pink-flushed lips spread slightly around a small hole.

He could feel himself slicking just from looking at it. And his cock was getting interested as well, slowly starting to chub up in his soft sweatpants.

There was no way he wanted to wait any longer. He was desperate to knot, his alpha side frustrated but calming gradually at the promise of knotting the toy. So he tossed the box in the trash, gathered the lube, and carried everything to the bedroom.

Once he was there, he set everything on the bed while he slowly stripped. His boxers were tossed into the hamper, already soaked through with slick. He was so easily worked up it was almost embarrassing.

But he didn’t dwell on it, sitting on the bed once he was completely bare. The bottles of lube sat next to the sleeve, seemingly begging to be picked up.

He grabbed one, reading the label. It claimed to be the best in the business, bragging about its slide. And that was good enough for Peter. He tore the packaging off and clicked the top open.

While he poured the liquid over his fingers, he looked at the toy again. “How am I doing this?” He wondered out loud, picking it up with his clean hand.

He got an idea, sliding his wet fingers over the lips of the entrance. And his cock gave a twitch as he looked at it.

It looked good, but he knew just a little lube wouldn’t be enough. So he grabbed the bottle again, pouring some of the fake slick directly into the sleeve.

And oh, it looked incredible.

It was a vulgar sight, slick dripping from the pussy. And he couldn’t wait to fuck it.

He set the bottle of lube to the side, laying on his back as he figured out what he was going to do. It seemed like a good start to just...fuck up into the toy while lying on his back. It would be a comfortable enough position to lay in when- well, if he knotted it. But he was pretty sure he’d be able to.

His hand wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking it a couple times before letting go again. He was definitely hard, erection laying heavy against his belly. But his knot stayed small, barely visible at the base.

He knew that would change soon.

He held onto his cock, positioning the toy just above it in order to start.

When he slowly started sinking the sleeve over him, he wondered why he hadn’t considered getting one sooner. It was so tight and wet and-

Completely overwhelming.

The toy was only halfway down his cock before his muscles were tensing and he was spilling into it. Just like that. No buildup, no knot, not even any actual fucking.

“Fuck, oh- shit,” he breathed, cheeks burning in embarrassment. Thank god no one was there to see him. He’d just cum like a virgin, despite being nowhere close.

Although...technically he was one when it came to topping. He hadn’t thought about that.

He pulled the sleeve off again, face still bright red. “I...wow. I didn’t expect that,” he whispered into the silent room.

The first try definitely hadn’t gone how he expected it to. But he was reminded that he had an incredibly short recovery period. Evident from how his cock had never gone fully soft and was already beginning to fill out again.

So he didn’t waste any time before he was slipping the toy onto him again, making sure to take a long pause to make sure he was under control before moving it any.

He came embarrassingly fast a few more times before he was able to actually start fucking it. And every single time his knot stayed uninvolved. No matter how good it felt to fuck into the faux pussy, he would have an incredible orgasm but his knot refused to grow.

He was lost in the pleasure and frustration as he kept going, continuing to work himself up and fuck the toy. It lasted longer every time, although he lost count of the rounds he’d done.

Probably somewhere around...five? Six? He had no idea. The first few had been so short they barely counted in his mind.

But he was finally in the best one, it felt like. It was lasting longer than the rest and if he focused hard enough it was like he could feel a faint tingling in his knot.

His high was approaching quickly and he knew it, nearly praying that his knot would finally pop this time.

But he got distracted for just a moment when he heard something.

Peter froze momentarily as he heard the bedroom door creaking open, but he didn’t keep still for long. Even if he had been caught, he needed to cum. Obviously he’d been found out anyways, he might as well finish what he was doing.

How was Tony home already? It had only been…

He glanced to the alarm clock quickly, groaning as he saw the time. He��d been going for hours. How had he fucked the day away like that?

And it was, indeed, time for Tony to be home.

“Honey?” The alpha asked curiously, stepping inside the room and looking right at the bed. He raised his eyebrows as he noticed what he was looking at, however. The sight before him definitely wasn’t what he’d expected.

Peter looked at him, a guilty look flashing over his face briefly before changing to one of pleasure again. “Tony,” he moaned. “I- oh, fuck, please.”

Tony didn’t know what he was begging for. Or maybe he did, but he was too stunned to figure it out. “Peter….” He’d never seen his partner like this.

But he didn’t hate it.

He watched how Peter’s hips kept thrusting frantically, fucking into a toy so quickly his motions were little more than a blur. And his words were flooding out before he could even think about it. “That’s it, baby. Come on, you can do it. You need to cum? Go ahead, baby. You’re doing so well.”

A choked moan pulled itself from Peter’s throat at the encouragement. And it was just what he needed to reach another high.

He twitched forward, grinding against the toy as he spilled into it. Cum dripped out of the sides, his loads still nearly full even after his fucking-marathon. “Fuck, Tony,” he whimpered, chest heaving with his breaths.

He hadn’t wanted to tell his alpha what was going on with him. But the look in Tony’s eyes made him think that maybe it would have been okay.

In his panic and high he hadn’t even initially noticed that he still hadn’t popped his knot. But he realized it once he was immediately able to pull out of the toy to move closer to the alpha who was still standing at the door.

“Tony, I can explain,” he said weakly.

The alpha held up a hand, making the other man whimper. But he quickly elaborated. “You don’t have to. We can talk later. For now...that looked amazing, baby. Did you have fun?”

Peter started nodding, but ended up whining softly.

Tony moved to the bed, looking at the toy. It shouldn’t have looked as appealing as it did to him. It wasn’t much, just smooth plastic and then soft silicone in a flesh tone that looked vaguely like an omega’s pussy. But what made it was the obscene amount of cum leaking from it. And the knowledge that all of it had come from his darling partner. “Certainly looks like you had fun,” he mused.

“I did...just…” Peter sighed, dropping his eyes to look at his cock. It was half-hard still, but that wasn’t what he was focused on. His eyes were on the slight bump at the base that stayed small despite how hard he was trying to make it swell. “Oh, Tony.” He sighed again, the sound heavier this time.

“Talk to me,” the alpha encouraged, moving to sit down on the bed. “What’s up? Wasn’t it...fulfilling?”

A weak laugh was pulled from the younger man. “Not exactly.” He crawled to the alpha, leaning against him. “I know you said I don’t have to explain, but I do.” He took a deep breath.

Tony nodded, watching him intently. “Okay.”

“You know how I’m...mixed up. Both omega and alpha.”

“Of course.” They didn’t talk about it much, but that didn’t mean that he’d forgotten. He would have been a pretty bad partner if he forgot about something like that.

“Well, I’ve always felt more omega. You know that. That hasn’t changed. But lately things have been...weird,” he said slowly.

“Okay...weird how?”

Peter looked down again. “I’ve been having these...dreams.” Oh, Tony was going to hate him. Shame him. Or something.

“Alright...dreams, weird, I’m following.”

“I keep dreaming about being on top. Uh, giving. During sex.” His cheeks burned. No matter how long he was sexually active, no matter how much they did, he’d always get flustered somehow. “And a big thing in the dreams is...knotting you.”

Tony nodded, not taking his eyes off of his partner. “And is that something you want?”

“No! I mean…yes? I don’t know. I’ve always been happy with the way we did things. And I’m still happy with it. I just.” He made a frustrated noise. “I feel like something is missing. Especially since I keep waking up with a popped knot but I can’t seem to get it any other time.”

“So that’s the reason for the toy,” the alpha murmured, looking at it. “And you haven’t been able to knot it?”

“No,” Peter whined. “I’ve been at it all day. It feels good, but there’s just something missing. I want to knot it.”

“You want to knot it or you want to knot me?” Tony asked, watching him. He cocked his head to the side slightly as he waited for an answer, eyes trailing over his partner’s body.

Peter wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Sure, in his dreams he was on top. The one in control. But he didn’t really want that. He liked the way that he and Tony did things, with the full-alpha on top. Peter liked receiving. He just wanted to knot, no matter how he needed to do it. “The...the toy. I think.”

Tony nodded, picking it up. His fingers swiped over the entrance of it quickly, gathering up a bit of the cum that had leaked out. He pressed his fingers to Peter’s lips, smirking slightly as the young man shivered before taking the digits into his mouth. “In that case, I have a proposal. You want to hear it?”

Peter nodded, still suckling on the fingers gently.

“Okay. Well, you said you’re happy with how we do things, right? So I say we keep doing them. But you can try something new.” He held up the toy again, watching Peter’s reactions. “I’ll fuck you like normal. And you can fuck this. And we can see if that changes anything.”

The younger man moaned around Tony’s fingers, nodding. He hadn’t thought of that, but it sounded wonderful.

Tony grinned at him, slowly pulling his fingers away. “In that case, do you think you have one more round in you, honey?” His hand dipped between his partner’s legs, fingers finding his entrance and spreading the lips slightly. “You’re absolutely soaked, baby. You’ve been neglecting this pretty pussy, haven’t you?” He clicked his tongue. “I’ll have to change that.”

Peter moaned again, clenching down around nothing as he felt the tips of the alpha’s fingers tracing his entrance. “Please. I want this, please. I can go one more time.” He was tired, but he was determined he could do this.

“Okay, baby. Let’s figure out how we need to do this.”

Tony hummed softly, pulling away just to assess the situation. There were a couple ways that he figured things would work out, but only one really stood out to him.

“Let’s see if this will work,” he mused. “Lay on your back, Pete.” He watched as the man did as he asked, nodding. “Good boy. Now….” he moved between his legs, positioning himself like he was going to fuck him. “Does this seem alright?”

Peter nodded quickly, breathing hard. He looked being able to watch his alpha while he was fucked. It was one of his favorite positions. But…

Before Peter could voice his concerns, Tony was grabbing the fleshlight and putting it in his hands. “So while I fuck you, you can fuck up into this. Sound okay?”

His cheeks burned as he took the toy, but he nodded. “Yeah. I can do that.”

“Perfect,” Tony murmured. “Now, want to get started?”

They both couldn’t wait any longer.

Peter nodded, the tip of his cock rubbing against the already-slick entrance of the toy. There was still cum from his previous play dripping out, but he made no move to clean it up. He figured that it would only help.

Tony hummed, looking over him. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down just enough to free his throbbing cock. No extra stimulation needed, just watching and talking to Peter was enough. Plus the promise of what was about to happen.

“Wow,” Peter whispered, eyes wide. He never got over Tony’s size. And he knew from experience how good all of it felt. He couldn’t wait to take it again.

“I’m sure you’re already wet enough, honey,” the alpha mused, his fingers sliding against Peter’s entrance once more. “I know you need to be filled….” he pushed two fingers inside up to the second knuckle. “So open for me already.”

Peter cried out, clenching down around the fingers. “Please, Tony. I need- fuck, I need you to fuck me already.” He didn’t want to be teased and fingered slowly. He wanted to get to the main event.

“Needy thing,” Tony commented, pulling his fingers out quickly. “But I’ll give you what you want. Just don’t forget that you’re supposed to be fucking that while I’m fucking you.” He tapped the toy.

“Of course,” Peter told him, the tip of his cock still poised to push into it as soon as things started.

“Okay, good boy,” the alpha praised gently. He rubbed the tip of his cock against Peter’s hole, watching how it fluttered in anticipation of what was to come.

He just couldn’t help himself.

He started pushing in slowly, a low groan building in his chest. No matter how much they had sex, Peter was always so perfectly tight. It was incredible every single time.

And at the same time, Peter sunk the toy onto his own cock with a moan. The dual sensations were incredible, better than he ever could have imagined. He felt Tony filling his pussy while his toy squeezed around him deliciously.

Just the initial feeling was almost enough to push him to the edge again. But he managed to calm himself down.

Tony took a shaky breath, taking a moment to get used to the tightness around his cock. It was intense, Peter obviously had only been focusing on his own cock. So his pussy was still incredibly tight, and constantly clenching down as he got used to the different sensations.

The alpha was pretty sure that neither of them would be lasting very long. But he knew it wouldn’t bother him. And it probably wouldn’t bother Peter either.

“Ready for me to move?” He asked gently, holding onto his partner’s hips carefully. He saw the look on Peter’s face and laughed softly. “Oh, I know. I mean, I can only imagine how intense things are for you. But they feel extra intense today even just like this.”

Peter smiled a little, nodding. He looked so fucked out already. “Yeah. I’m ready, alpha.”

Tony began moving his hips, just slowly at first. He didn’t want to completely overwhelm either of them. “Tell me how it feels, baby. Fucking your little toy pussy while I fuck you.”

“It-it feels really good,” the younger man whispered. That was a severe understatement, but he found it hard to form words. His hips thrust up into the toy as Tony fucked into him at the same time. Everything was sensitive and pleasurable and perfect.

“Just good?”

Peter whined. “It’s amazing, but- oh, god,” he moaned. His eyes rolled back as Tony started moving faster already. “I’ve never felt so…so good.”

Tony hummed, biting his lip as he kept his thrusts at an even pace. “Really? Hmm, let’s see if we can make it even better….”

“Wha- oh, fuck!” Peter groaned, hips jerking faster as he felt Tony’s fingers brushing over his left nipple. His nipples were always extra sensitive, but adding it to everything he was already feeling was intense. “Don’t!”

“Don’t? You want me to stop?” The alpha grinned at him, moving his hand lower again to rest on his hip. He moaned softly as he watched his partner fuck faster into the toy.

“Just stop that,” Peter instructed. “I don’t- god, don’t want to cum too fast. And it’s already...I already feel….”

Tony hummed, nodding. He couldn’t deny that he already felt the distinct pressure building as well. “It’s okay, baby. But I’ll stop.” Both of his hands stayed on Peter’s hips.

“Thank you.” Peter held onto the sheets with one hand, the other working to quickly slide the sleeve over his cock as he fucked it. His grip tightened on both things and he felt the plastic creaking under his fingertips.

They kept going, bodies in sync. Tony gazed down at his partner, eyes occasionally dropping down to watch everything else going on. But he loved to just watch the pleasured faces that Peter made.

And the other man was feeling nothing but pleasure. He’d held out as long as he possibly could and knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off the high that was building. “Tony….” He moaned, movement becoming jerkier and less measured. “I’m- fuck, I’m gonna cum, alpha!”

“Then cum for me, baby, let go. This will be the best one,” Tony encouraged, not stopping his movements. He knew that he wasn’t far behind at all.

Peter whimpered, hardly doing anything more than just humping up into the toy now. But- “Tony! Fuck, yes,” he moaned louder, watching as his knot swelled rapidly.

Exactly what he’d been hoping for.

He thrust weakly, forcing his knot into the tight sleeve and he was done. His vision whited out as he came, hips bucking wildly. “Tony!” He cried out, tears leaking from his eyes at the intensity of his orgasm. And it seemed to last forever, the tightness of the toy milking his knot in a way he didn’t know was possible.

His vision blurred again and then he was out, going limp against the bed.

“Shit,” Tony swore, immediately pulling out despite how incredibly close he was. He wouldn’t continue anything without knowing Peter was okay.

It took only a few seconds for him to rouse again, blinking dazedly. “Did I just- oh my god.” He covered his face with one hand. “Please tell me that didn’t just happen.

Tony still looked a little concerned, but laughed weakly. “Which part? God, baby, that must have been good.”

“It was amazing.” And he was still riding out aftershocks. “But...that was embarrassing,” he mumbled. Then he noticed that Tony was no longer inside him and looked painfully hard. “Alpha! I didn’t mean to make you stop.” He wiggled slightly. “It’s okay, I’m okay now. Keep going.”

The alpha chuckled a little, more relaxed. “You’re something else, you know that?” He repositioned himself properly again, tip pressed against Peter’s now-loose pussy. “You’re sure?”

“So sure.”

Peter had gotten what he’d wanted. So he’d be happy to help his alpha.

He finally popped his knot, feeling more fulfilled than he had since the dreams started. And he’d been able to be with Tony to make it happen.

They’d have to do that more often. Although he was sure that neither of them would complain.

[eunoiastarz]

no no HIS baby now

[lilnasxvevo]

My sister had me watch Lady Bird with her and Timothee Chalamet’s character was an absolute trip for me because I’ve read so many shitty YA novels where the love interest is just EXACTLY his character played unironically, oooh ahhh he’s the only boy who Reads and he’s a Musician and he cares about the State Of The World and he’s tall with floppy hair and speaks in a distinctive apathetic mumble even when passionate and so on and so forth

And to see that exact character who I’ve encountered in books a billion times on a screen for the very first time, being embodied by a flesh and blood human, and also with the narrative making it extremely clear what an actual absolute unbearable toolbag such a human would actually be in real life even if he is the wet dream of any outcast teenage girl regardless, was…I mean, amazing. Life-changing, even. Cathartic, somehow?

[blorbofrommyshows]

very long vent in tags, suicide tw etc.

can’t redirect to personal blog w/o losing all tags so just posting here :// sorry

I’m Not sure how much longer I can do this

I think I’m close to breaking point

[gnfkitten]

in the nicest way possible I think you’re a manic pixie dream girl because every post you make and every tag you contribute to a post baffles me. Like what is your brain

my brain is what happens when you put a goldfish in a bowl of redbull and shake it

[edenstorm]

I saw your post yesterday saying you were no longer a moth, my question is how would you know if your no longer a moth?

I don’t think there’s really like a definition for when you’re a moth and then no longer a moth (and the line between normal players and vets is even blurrier) but I think it’s kinda based on how much you have unlocked/how much of an understanding you have of the game? Like I don’t feel like a newer player, I’m pretty comfortable doing just about anything in the game now. I’ve been playing for about 9 months and have seen 3 seasons come and go, I know a fair bit about the game, have stuff unlocked, got my 11th wedge ages ago, etc.

Honestly I feel like you’re no longer a moth after you’ve seen one or two seasons in their entirety, so by that standard, I’m changing my name a little late lmao. :D