#anywayyyyyyyy

[wiitchkins]

anyway. sorry farmers

[suddenly-frankenstein]

i wanna be your skin

[ruubric]

slightly nsfw ♡

Now usually, whenever the crew hangs out they play mature games like Smash or Mario Kart; you know, real games of wit and strategy. But tonight, all Freelancer and Huxley had to do was flash their puppy dog eyes and then bam! They're all playing hide and seek... with Huxley, Lasko and Freelancer seeking.

....and Damien finding himself sandwiched between Dear and Gavin in the pitch darkness of an itty bitty closet in Dear and Lasko's house.

Man, he did not come out only be to be stuffed back in here for a kids game. With Gavin, of all people.

He grumbles under his breath, more to Gavin than Lasko's partner since he actually found them in here first. "Did you really have to follow me in here?"

He can feel Gavin shrug from behind him. "I've never really played this game, so I was just following your guidance really." Anyone else would've read the incubus' words as earnest, but even in the darkness, he knows the little shit-stirrer is smirking from here to high heaven.

"Sorry about this," Damien says... his voice almost sheepish as he talks to Dear. "I know I'm... hot." He had been actively trying to keep himself from pressing against them, and you could imagine in a space this cramped it's not exactly an easy task. He has his hands positioned on either side of their head, if he is guessing accurately by their heat signature. Which, unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at the situation), means that his ass is a little stuck out and nestling right into Gavin. It's only pure grace that the man hasn't yet commented on it.

"Ah, so you finally admit it? You know you're hot?" The breaths of Gavin's chuckling tickle the back of Damien's neck, sending a flood of goosebumps all down his body.

"Oh, go fuck yourself, Gavin."

"Only if you watch me."

Damien scoffs, "you should be so lucky." He shakes his head and apologises to Dear again...

They laugh softly, their minty breath tickling his nose. Wow, they're close. "Don't worry about it. It's cozy."

A short laugh leaves Damien, "are you sure that's not just the masochist in you speaking? You're basically in an Easy-Bake oven right now."

"I can handle a little heat, Damien," they say lowly, and it's as if they're teasing him into raising his body temp. That timbre, how close they feel to him as they say this. He's pretty certain that was their nose that just brushed against his own just now. "It's okay."

"Thank you," he murmurs out to them.

Now he's certain they boop his nose with their own.

"I am utterly offended I didn't get one of your sorries, Wild Fire. I do happen to be in the same position too."

"Yeah, well, maybe I don't care if I burn you, how about that?" Damien snaps, very childishly ignoring the fact that Gavin, in fact, is very unlikely to get hurt by anything he could do.

"So, I guess I have permission to do this--" Gavin leans in completely and wraps Damien in a hug, his chin finds his shoulder and he buries his nose in his neck. Damien feels his whole body go stiff immediately. A muffled laugh bathes his neck. "You're heating up already. That was quick. What a raging fire you are--"

Damien rolls his eyes loud enough for Gavin to hear. "I'm just trying to melt you off." He wonders if he's fooling anyone with his words. Maybe Dear, because they can't see the physical manifestation of all this closeness, considering how fucking dark it is in here.

...but even if they couldn't see him, they most definitely could feel the sudden uptick of heat in the closet.

"Maybe I need to raise the heat a tad, hmm? It's gonna take a lot more than this to get rid of me." What did he mean by--? Oh.

Oh.

Gavin presses a kiss to the swoop of the fire elemental's neck where it meets his shoulders, and proceeds to slide his hands under his shirt to feel around the ridges and curves of his bare chest.

"G-Gav, what are you doing? You're gonna get us caught-"

"You're-" kiss "the one-" kiss "whimpering-"

"Idiot. I don't whimper-"

Dear scoffs in the darkness and as if they could see Damien's light glare they cut it shorter than it could've been. A half-scoff, if you will.

"I can't believe you're siding with him."

And call him crazy but Damien can swear he can see them smile. They cup his cheeks and bring him closer to them. "No one will be able to hear your whimpers if I swallow them."

Between the heated nibbles Gavin is giving to his neck, the delicate rubbing of his fingers against his skin that practically leaves sparks in their wake, the smokiness of Dear's voice and the continuously rising temperature of his skin and core... Damien's brain is going all kinds of foggy.

and he finds himself doing the impossible: "ah, please-"

and that's all he needed to say, before Dear takes him by the lips. Their mouths sizzle against each other, warm and hot tongues slide in a frenzied desperation.

Gavin laughs smugly (but softly, of course, since they're still hiding and all) against the shorter man's skin. Damien turns his head to make a wise retort but the words instantly melt into whimpers when Dear aims a good bite to his neck.

"Fuck," the word drips from his lips, and true to their word, Dear moves their lips back to his to swallow it before it makes a mess all over the floor.

[thestarmaker]

ANOTHER ONES BITES THE DUST

[rozicheeks]

Bonus - my biggest puppy dog eyes 🥺

[muchmossymess]

Hm. Thinking about ed and al and their post promised day recovery

[lunathemacron]

Tfftt red x Tthdph devil maybe if you fw it?

hes totally patchin him up after fights

[exhuastedpigeon]

I want to preface this by saying I love fandom. I love being active in fandom, I love reading fic and writing fic and looking at the amazing art and edits and gifs. But my god it is so fucking important to not let fandom become your entire personality or let fandom be the only thing that brings you joy in life.

In our lifetime, hell, in the last decade, we've watched JK Rowling become one of, it not the, leading voice in anti-trans hate. We've watched beloved authors be credibly accused of sexual harassment. We've seen decades old horror stories come out about people who were beloved by basically everyone (Bill Cosby). Hell, we watched Elon Musk go from kind of weird tech guy to fucking Nazi.

If you let something become your entire personality, you're going to have a really bad time if the creator ends up being a shit bag (or it the creator turns into a shit bag as they become more rich and famous and powerful and are surrounded by people who won't tell them no).

I think a part of the reason so many people have trouble disengaging from Harry Potter because they've made it a core part of who they are instead of a piece of media they enjoy. I know I'm very online, but people don't seem to understand that by buying a Harry Potter video game you're directly funding JK Rowling's anti-trans agenda. That money goes to her and she's more than happy to spend it ruining the lives of trans people, especially trans women.

So please, for the love of god, have things you enjoy outside of fandom. It's a hell of a lot easier to stop giving your money to billionaires who turn out to be shitty when you've got other things you can spend your time on.