Friends and foes, I'm back on my doodle page bullshit (: More context and more detailed image IDs under the break:
Some more nonsense with the SA-55 system in my human Sonic AU. Ironically while Orville is alloace, Ergo is aroace and also aplatonic, so he's Not At All happy about having to front during this daaaaaate (: He barely tolerates anyone who isn't Orville (because That's His Job) and Cullen (because that's technically his brother too) hehe.
Oh boy, cat body's almost ripe! :D
Transfem Orbot in the human AU agaaaain :D She tries to avoid having her hair down after it's grown out because, according to her own freaking brother, "it's giving redhead Nahobino". Props to Cullen for remembering basic details of SMTV when he's only played like ten or so minutes of it, but Orla did not need that unintended hit to her confidence XD
NiGHTS Chao for no reason and Orville getting some much-needed relaxation via...external sources, hehe. ✨It's Weed! ✨ (the rainbow is supposed to represent him color-cycling the LEDs, I can't animate my sketches lol)
Sometimes Orville can-not afford Ergo fronting.
Like right now! He thought it'd be a fun lil treat for Ergo to be able to front while actually looking like himself for the day. Don't wanna spoil the surprise! ...okay so this was directly inspired by all the Stupid Mario Brothers outtakes where they have to spray dye an actor's hair, and no one is happy when it happens to them XD
Based on one of the fan favorite moments from StephenVlog >:3c ...cubot why is your chin yellow in that second bit wtf was i on XD
Oh no. Shadow heard about Orbot's uncannily accurate impression. Sounds like a thorny situation. A Thornton-y situation XD
Get rekt Dave! That's for giving Cubot the Danganronpa treatment! >:O
We can be freeeee, freeeee~♪
Stupid Mario Brothers meets Sonic Boom for Reasons.
Starting beef with a random snake for something he didn't even realize was a bad thing! Wow, Orbot! Wow! (feat. my oc Monty the Python)
So uh...human AU Cubot is a part time drag queen (because I remembered Cutebot existed and I wanted to find a way to include her without fully getting into the prototypes because they're cyborgs made from people after an accident here not full robits that can be reiterated upon) and I actually have a full pic of "Charlotte" in the works that just needs shading on it. At some point Cullen manages to convince Orville to join in for just one night and WELP LOOKS LIKE CHARLOTTE THE CUTIEBOT HAS CRACKED ANOTHER EGG LOLOL, certainly doesn't hurt that they managed to figure out a way to hide all "his" mechanical bits and get sclera contacts to make the eyes look normal)
Thanks to Stupid Mario Brothers, I can't think about package delivery, specifically from UPS, without thinking of The Sign by Ace of Base. And vice versa.
Rouge, stop dodging the question and just give her a concrete answer!
And last but not least...you would not believe how hard this cursed-ass bullshit popped off on Bluesky. That's what I get for making a doodle based on a meme account I guess XD
A (very) short chapter this week because this week has been exceptionally hard. Thank you dear beta readers @generic-whumperz and @whumped-by-glitter, I greatly appreciate you two.
Takes place hours after previous chapter
TW/CW: recreational drug use (marijuana), but that's it really, I think
He lay awake late into the night on his bed, with the sheets tangled in the lower half of his body. A light tapping sound from the attic window caught his attention. Tired, yet curious, Khaled slowly got up from his bed and slinked to the window to see what was making that noise.
Confusingly enough, Eric and Cade were both outside in the back yard, one holding a two-liter bottle of soda, and one waving a fat doobie between his fingers. Cade was holding a handful of pebbles, which Khaled guessed would explain the thumping sounds, if he was chucking them at the window. He unlocked the latch to the window, opened it, and leaned out the window.
“Hey, Khaled!” Eric greeted, as if standing outside in the backyard at midnight was a completely normal thing to do.
“Can we talk?” Cade asked.
Khaled blinked groggily. “What do you mean?”
“We want to talk about what happened,” Eric explained. “And, since you said nobody in this house should talk to you, we thought, ‘we’re not technically in the house if we’re in the back yard!’” He swept his free hand across the fenced-in expanse.
Khaled had to hand it to Eric, that was a very clever loophole.
“Please? We promise to make this short, so can we please talk?” Cade asked again.
Khaled considered them; Eric and Cade seemed genuinely worried for him, although they also seemed a little high. The adrenaline and anger from the previous hours had worn off, leaving Khaled exhausted but more willing to talk. So, he slowly dragged himself out of the attic, trudged down the stairs, and out of the house to join Eric and Cade in the backyard.
They arranged themselves to lay face-up on the cold grassy lawn, lazily passing Cade’s joint while staring up at the stars. Eric occasionally sat up and drank from his soda, while Khaled eventually propped himself up onto his side to get off the cold grass. A satisfied silence settled over them, punctuated only by requests to pass the joint or the soda bottle, until Khaled finally addressed the topic.
“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair of you guys to blame Julio and Nico for why I’m struggling with school?” Khaled asked.
“Well, we weren’t blaming them, really,” Cade explained. He exhaled a plume of smoke into the cool summer night. “But we did notice their presence was distracting for you.”
“So that’s why you asked them to hang out with me less?”
“Bingo,” Eric called.
“That’s something I should’ve asked them, not you,” Khaled protested.
“We know, and we’re sorry,” Eric apologized. Cade murmured a “sorry” in agreement.
Khaled sighed. “It’s okay. Besides, after tonight, I’m not even sure if I want to hang out with them anymore.” Cade passed him the weed, and Khaled took it gratefully into his mouth. “I-I just…getting my GED, seeking asylum, and all the other things I’ve got to do, it’s…” He fumbled with the words, took a smoke, and tried again. “It’s hard enough as it is, even with supportive friends like you two and Vik, but when I already struggle with believing I can do it, I don’t need anybody else to make me doubt myself, you know?”
“See, that’s what you should’ve told them while they were here, instead of screaming at them to leave,” Cade advised. Too late to put that advice into practice. He took the joint back from Khaled and took a puff. His next words were carried on a fragrant plume of smoke. “I’m not judging you though, I’ve had my share of shouting matches with Vik and Eric once I got comfortable enough here, too.”
“Yeah, your meltdown was nothing compared to Cade’s meltdowns back in the day!” Eric huffed. He curled away from Cade as the freckled man playfully elbowed him in the ribs.
Khaled paused thoughtfully. Meltdown, Eric said. Once he started getting comfortable, Cade said. So that’s what they called Khaled’s emotional outburst in the living room earlier (Khaled himself would’ve just called it losing my shit.) But, if he was finally letting loose and showing even his ugliest emotions to his friends, did that mean he was getting comfortable around them, too? Would it be so bad if he was?
“Huh.” Khaled threw his head back, looking up at the starry expanse above them. Of all the milestones of recovery, this one was the last milestone he’d expected. And he certainly didn’t expect it to manifest in such an eruptive way. “And you…I’m still your friend?”
“Yes,” Eric and Cade answered back without hesitation.
“I’m still your friend…even when I lose my shit?”
“Even when you lose your shit,” Eric repeated.
“You’re still you, just angry. You’re allowed to be angry and imperfect,” Cade confirmed. “We’ll be there for you.”
I’m allowed to be angry and imperfect? They’ll still be there for me? Khaled felt something flutter inside his chest, a feeling that was new, and shy, but warm. He stretched his hands out beside him. He blindly reached for their hands, and both Eric and Cade cradled his hands in theirs as they stared up into the cool summer night.
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Sooooo surprised by how many of y'all likes Feral McGee, so here's another, just quick little drabble based off of one of my past MHA/DP one shots. Also, should I make a new blog specifically for these drabbles?
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“Is that marijuana?”
Danny doesn’t bother gracing that with any sort of response. He just pats the empty seat next to him.
Batman, in a rare moment of indulgence, does just that.
Danny, because he’s a polite person, offers him the joint. He’s given just a look, the kind he’s seen the older hero give to the younger members of the Bat Clan. Danny just shrugs, takes another drag, and blows the smoke away from Batman’s direction. Not that it matters too much, way up at the top of the clocktower where the wind steals everything, but it’s the thought that counts.
“Is that the safest choice while patrolling?” Batman asks him. His voice isn’t that usual judgemental kind of tone, there’s something soft, maybe even a little concerned cutting through it all. That and Danny can pick up on the emotions he’s hiding. Being a powerful ghost certainly has its perks sometimes.
“With me, yeah,” Danny says with another shrug. “Normal medicine doesn’t usually work. My metabolism is too fast, so when my chronic pain acts up,” Danny gestures with the hand holding the joint. “Doesn’t work for too long, but it takes the edge off, at least.”
“I didn’t realize you dealt with that,” Batman tells him. Danny can feel the guilt starting to form, likely from Batman’s overactive mind.
“Ever since the accident,” he tells Batman, because out of all of the League members, he’s the one that knows everything. The other original members know he’s a halfa, but they don’t have the details of how that came to be like Batman does. Not that he doesn’t trust the others, but Bruce doesn’t look at him like a kicked puppy every so often like the others most certainly would. “Plus all of the ‘learning on the job’ stuff that came after, but it was mostly the accident. It’s not too bad, though. I’ve managed.”
“Hn.”
Danny snorts at that response, takes one last hit, burning it all the way to the filter, before cupping the filter in his hands and disintegrating it. He wipes the ash from his hands as he lets out one long, even breath.
“Seriously, no need to worry about me, Bats,” Danny says as he stands up. He stretches this way and that for a moment before offering Batman a hand up. Thankfully, this is one of the nights where he actually takes it. “Anyway, I’ll see you at the League meeting? What time does that start anyway?”
“Four.”
“Cool. Have a nice patrol,” Danny gives him a two-fingered salute before free falling off the side of the building, turning invisible as he does so.
When Batman gets back to the cave, he gets to work.
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When Danny gets to the Watchtower, Batman is already there waiting for him. He hands Danny a nondescript bottle with several pills inside of it.
“We have several members of the League who have metabolism-related issues such as yours,” he tells him. “If that doesn’t work, let me know. We’ll figure something out.”
Danny can’t help but put his hand on Batman’s shoulder, squeezing lightly as he does so. It’s as much of a hug as the man is going to allow when they’re in this environment.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
//Warning for marijuana use. I don't condone underage use, nor do I condone using irresponsibly. Sun, Moon, and Solar are all adults!
I'm so sorry for this ^^'
Edit: Please ignore the fact that I forgot that all of the animatronics do have teeth canonically in my own story... So just read it as them all forgetting that they do have teeth? Maybe?//
Contains: innocent!reader; shy!reader; marijuana use; two idiots in love; virgin!reader; non canon; mention of drinking; shotgunning smoke; takes place around ‘87 or ‘88; use of pet names like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘princess’ and ‘honey’; this isn’t smut but it’s on its way to be; no use of y/n.
W/c: 3.2 k
“You’re sure?” Eddie repeated for the third time.
“Please?” You held your hands to your sides, hands clenched and clammy. “You should be surprised I haven’t asked you already.”
Eddie looked you up and down, observing your stance as you appeared in his doorway. As usual, Wayne was at his night shift, and this often meant you were going to Eddie’s unless other plans came up. If Eddie didn’t pick you up, you sometimes drove. Sometimes you’d pick up movies for a movie night, or you’d bring your university textbooks, demanding that he help you study. And then sometimes he’d smoke. You never joined in and he never pressured you; you knew that he sold it, you knew he smoked regularly, even before your friendship grew. It wasn’t a world you ever thought negatively of– you could never think negatively about Eddie– but it was simply something you didn’t understand.
Over the past few months, you’d gotten in a habit of spending nights with him, passing out together first on his couch, and more recently onto his bed. And over these months you’d learned his smoking habits, saw how his body would loosen, or how he moved a little slower than his usual fast paced self.
“I guess you have a point,” Eddie spoke after trying to process your question. “So, you want to try weed? Like, I can make you cookies or something if you want?”
“No, no,” you waved, although you smiled sweetly at the idea of him baking, “I want the whole experience. Teach me to roll it up and stuff. I’ve observed you a couple times and think I could figure it out.”
“You want to learn to roll a joint?”
“Yes.”
“And then smoke it after?”
You bounced your leg a bit, “Eddie, can I please just come inside?
His brows shot up momentarily and he stepped aside, “Shit, yeah, of course.”
You shut the door behind you and instantly began pacing his living room. This wasn’t a completely strange action to witness. Eddie was used to your entrances, circling the living room, surrounded by the mugs and hats and then you’d eventually go to flop onto one of the old couches. You’d have long days, frustrated by someone like your parents or your schoolwork. He’d sit and watch you, listening to your ramblings.
He loved watching you talk, opening up to him. For so long he knew you as someone so quiet, and so any of these moments where you let yourself speak unfiltered, he ate it up every time.
Eddie leaned against the kitchen counter, knowing it was coming.
“I just–” You huffed, avoiding eye contact, “I want to try it! I mean, I know it’s illegal, and I could get in a lot of shit, but I’m here with you all the time anyway! I don’t really care at this point. I know people say it’s not really good for you, and I don’t know the level of legitness thehre but you know what, Eddie? Drinking isn’t good for you either! And you’ve seen how people drink. And I’m curious, okay? I want to see how it feels, and maybe understand you a little more? Plus, it’s fun watching you roll the papers up. It seems so satisfying. LIke, I want to learn that too, yunno?”
Eddie blinked, teasingly asking you, “It’s fun watching me roll?”
You felt your cheeks heat, “Yeah, sure, I guess.”
Eddie grinned, pushing away from the counter to take a few strides toward you. Your pacing came to a stop as he stood in front of you, and he placed his hands on your shoulders. He didn’t yet say anything, just stared at your eyes observantly. The deep brown of his eyes scanned yours. “You’re serious?”
“You’ve asked me this way too many times,” your hands closed together, your fingers tapping against each other. “I am sure.”
“But you seem nervous.”
You turned your head, shying away from his eyes. “I’m always like that.”
He hummed, and stepped back. It was confusing to you when he turned around, walking away from you.
He stopped in the hallway, looking over his shoulder. “You comin’?”
“Oh,” you squeaked, taking a moment before your feet got moving.
Following Eddie, you naturally went right for his bed when you entered his room. You sat on the end, your feet kicked out and tapping around as you waited.
“Alright, princess,” Eddie let out a breath as he kneeled down beside his closet, “Let me teach you a couple things. If you’re just so insistent and demanding!”
You grinned, “I’m not.”
“Mhm.” Eddie dug around a drawer you’d seen him open hundreds of times before. He then started muttering to himself, “Little honey wants to learn to smoke and roll the joint? Who would’ve thought?”
“Eddie,” you giggled.
“Eddie, she says. As though I’m the weirdo here, shaking up the weekend already.”
“Shut up,” you fell back on the bed. You were nervous as hell as mentioned before, but there was a bit of giddiness there.
Eddie was chuckling to himself, holding up and shaking a little baggy of the flower at you, and carrying a little box you knew had the papers and stuff in it.
“So,” he opened the box, “If you’re uncomfortable we can stop, okay? If you back out that’s totally okay. Just let me know if you’re okay.”
“I’ll be okay,” you assured with the shake of your head. “You sound so dramatic.”
He raised a brow at you. “I’m dramatic? You show up at my house acting like you’re about to ask me to commit crimes with you or something.”
“Technically–”
“I meant a crime like… I don’t know. A bank heist. Manslaughter.”
“Jeez, Eds–”
He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Can you pass me that book over there?”
You turned, assuming he meant a book on his nightstand. He just had this hardcover copy of Animal Farm you had to read for a class. That unit was all done and over with now, and you just happened to leave the book there.
You briefly furrowed your brow in confusion. “Do you use this as some sort of… tray?”
“Occasionally,” he admitted when you handed him the book. “Sorry George Orville.”
“Orwell,” you corrected.
“Whatever, nerd,” he teased.
“Nerd!”
Just for a second, he brushed your forearm, a small gesture of closeness. His touches were always small like that, never wanting to push you too far. It had taken a long time for him to make you feel comfortable with him, and he never wanted to ruin it. Even the nights where you’d share his bed, you kept your distance physically.
Only recently had you fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder. It had only happened a few times so far, and it was truly doing something to him.
This had been stewing for quite some time and he knew it, just didn’t want to catch up with it yet. Developing feelings wasn’t something he allowed toward you. You were his friend, and you trusted him. He felt like a weirdo, or some sort of freak, even thinking of just admitting to himself that he thought about you in ways other than platonic. He kept those thoughts pushed away for as long as he could.
But when you fell asleep on his shoulder that first time, and he felt you settle beside him, your hair smelling so sweet, that he knew he couldn’t deny it anymore.
Still, not like he’d ever admit it.
Eddie got out a little strip of the smaller paper you knew he used for the ends, and then he got out the thinner paper.
“Hold this,” he told you, handing you the smaller strip.
“I roll this, right?”
His tongue briefly darted out and he reached for the little metal cylinder thing. You didn’t know what it was called, only that he used it to crush up the nubs. “Yeah, just wait though.”
He opened the metal thing, the grinded weed sitting there prettily.
“What’s that thing called?” You asked, something that youd wondered for a while.
“A grinder.”
“Oh,” you nodded. “Guess that fits.”
He grinned, “You’re sweet.”
“Why—“
Eddie placed his hands over your one holding the paper, fingers grazing it. “So yeah, roll this up, but I like to kind of fold the edges. About twice, like…” he showed your fingers the action, and you nodded in understanding.
You followed his lead and rolled it up. “Then I use that other paper? Wrap it around.”
His eyes briefly met yours, a hint of amusement there. “Exactly.”
You pressed your lips together and looked at your hands. You grabbed the other paper on your own, using your past observations to figure out how to wrap it around the end. It took a bit of fumbling before it felt right enough.
“Perfect,” he said, slightly amazed, “Don’t move. I’ll put the shit in.”
He gently did so, his fingers seeming so thick contrasted to the half assembled joint.
“Roll it a bit, and we can put more in a sec,” he told you as his fingers moved over yours. “Like… yeah, like that.”
You followed his movements even though he was the one mainly in control. The general shape was created and you were feeling quite proud.
He took it away from you jusy enough to touch it up before he held it closer to your face. “Lick.”
You blinked. “What?”
“Lick the edge,” be told, eyes flickering to your mouth. “Gently. We just need to seal it.”
“Lick it…”
He tilted his head just slightly. “Thought you watched me do this like all the time? You should know that licking it is a step.”
Sure, you thought. Of course you knew it was a step. You’d watched the quick move of his tongue darting out to seal the joint.
Although the way he stared at you felt a little intense, you held his hand to steady it, and leaned forward just enough to lick the edge. His eyes were on your mouth, watching the action carefully.
“Good,” he said as almost a whisper, eyes still lowered. “Then we just fill it.”
You made no move to do so. “Right.”
It took a moment for his thoughts to kick in again. He blinked and then went for the grinder. He finished the joint up then presented it to you. “Do the honours of wrapping it!”
“This all sounds so sexual,” you blurted out.
He cleared his throat, clearly not expecting that. “I guess you’re right.”
You twisted the end up and then held it between you two. “How does it look!”
“Shit, honey, maybe I should have you working for me.”
“Hm. I don’t know. You give employee benefits?”
His eyes flickered to yours. “Uh… free weed.”
“Hm. I’m sure if I asked nicely youd give me that anyway.”
“Bold assumption.”
Your mouth parted, shying away from the teasing tone. “Sorry, I—“
“No, no, you’re right. Especially I’d you asked nicely, as you said.”
You held back a smile, willing your confidence to show up. “What would asking nicely entail, exactly?”
He let out a breathy laugh. “Well, you showing up at my door looking all sweet is already a great example. No way I could’ve resisted that.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm. You don’t know the effect you have on me, sweetheart.”
This was the most forward he’d ever been with you. As a normal reaction, you shied away, tearing your eyes from his gaze. He was going to melt you if he kept looking at you like that. You’d do something stupid and you couldn’t afford that.
“Can we share this now?” You asked, gesturing up the joint.
He nodded, just looking at you a moment longer. He then set aside all the supplies on the floor. He scooted backward in the bed, reaching for his nightstand. He had to lean over across the bed, pawing around for a lighter.
With his other hand, he patted the bed. “C’mere.”
You followed, moving against him, your shoulder less than an inch from his. As though on purpose, he resettled himself as he got his lighter, his shoulder pressing closer and against you then.
“Do you know what to do?” He asked.
“Sorta? I breathe it in and hold?”
“Yeah, just don’t overdo it. You’ll cough, okay? Don’t be shy.”
You were about to apologize for some reason, already feeling shy, but he moved before you found the words. Eddie had brought the joint to your lips, the backs of his knuckles touching your skin. With the other hand, he held his lighter.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, watching as the tip of the joint glowed. Not really knowing what to do with yourself, your hand moved to his wrist, steadying him there.
It burned as you suspected, but tasted how you imagined. You could only breathe in a bit before the tickle got to you and you coughed. Eddie moved his hand away, letting you cough it out.
“Okay?” He asked, peering at you carefully.
You nodded, clearing your throat. “More?”
“You sure?”
“Quit asking me that.”
Eddie cracked a smile and brought the joint to your mouth. He let you inhale, and then he brought the joint to his own mouth so he could join in.
You coughed a little again, and he watched curiously. You were doing better than he expected. He could already see the way your shoulders lost their tension. You weren’t quite feeling it intensely but could already understand the effects. The anticipation of it all was exciting.
“Am I doing good?” You asked. The look you gave him was exactly what he thoight about when you’d mentioned ‘asking nicely.’
His heart skipped. “You’re perfect.”
You leaned back against his pillows, looking pleased with yourself.
He took a few hits before passing it back with a questioning brow.
You grabbed the joint from him and continued. There was a back and forth for a while, and he watched you in awe the whole time. He wanted to learn your body’s reactions. You slowly dazed a little more, scanning the posters and tapestries on the walls. Even though you’d seen his room a million times, you felt in awe of the walls in this new light.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Can I show you something
You craned your neck up to look at him. “What?”
Taking you by surprise, Eddie moved to also lie down, his body closer to yours as he faced you. “You’ve heard of shotgunning?”
You shook your head. Normally his closeness would make you shy away, but you held his gaze, accepting the niceness of it all.
“You share the inhale. Like, you blow it in my mouth.”
You felt your heartbeat pickup. He was so close that you only hoped he couldn’t feel it. He hadn’t explicitly asked the question, but you knew that’s what he wanted to do.
You grabbed the joint from his hands. Bravely, you brought it to your mouth. Through your occupied lips you muttered, “Come here.”
You swore his gaze darkened as he watched you inhale.
Eddie look the lead, his palm resting against your cheek. His thumb grazed your bottom lip as his mouth moved closer to yours than you’d ever been.
Your mouth opened for him, and he brushed his lips against yours. After you gave in, you stayed still, in awe of how he breathed you in.
Eddie’s jaw clenched and he stared at you. The chocolate of his eyes boring into yours. “Let me do it now.”
Wordlessly, you nodded. He felt like he was going to lose it when you were the one who brought the joint to his lips. He breathed in, realizing his thumb was still over your own mouth.
Again, he brought you to him, cupping your jaw more steadily than before. The brush of your lips together drove you both wild.
He was slow and warm and you never knew how much you’d needed this.
“Eddie,” you breathed out, eyes fluttering shut.
The softness of your voice, speaking out his name, was the only push he needed.
Eddie closed the distance between you, his mouth relaxing even more so that he could kiss you properly. Lips still slightly parted, you sighed into the kiss. Eddies hand pulled you closer somehow, his mouth pressing more firmly to yours. In a short manner, you felt his tongue flicker against your lip. You opened more for him, and you swore you heard him groan in the back of his throat.
You were still holding the joint, not really knowing what to do with it. When Eddie went to grab your wrist as suggestion for you to wrap around him, he realized you still had it.
“Wait, give me—“ he grabbed it, took a quick inhale before he turned around enough to snuff it out in a crystal ashtray. The glow sizzled out and he was back toward you right away.
Eddie's mouth moved with yours as though he craved you. He did really, and you knew you craved him too. There was no smoke to inhale, only your breaths to share.
You swore you did not come over indented to make out in his bed, but you weren’t complaining either. This was something you knew you wanted for a long time, just you knew you’d make the move.
Eddie’s leg shifted, one sliding jusy over yours and he used his elbow to lift himself up. He hovered slightly over you, his kiss only deepening.
“Eddie,” you breathed out, pulling your neck back jusy a little.
He pulled away from your mouth, sure, but he didn’t pull his mouth from you in other ways. Eddies kisses only moved downward, his hand finding the back of your head so he could tilt it to give him better access to your neck. Along the delicate skin there, Eddie’s kisses were messier and you couldn’t hold back the whimpers as his tongue swiped your skin. When he lightly sucked your neck, your hands tangled in his hair. He kissed and licked and sucked gently before he reached a spot on your throat that had you squirming.
You’d never done anything like this with anyone, let alone your best friend. But there was no way of going back, and you didn’t want to.
“You’re so responsive,” he hummed against your skin. You could just hear his smirk.
“Mhm,” you hummed, fighting back a moan.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes,” you said breathlessly.
Eddie's fingers fiddled with the bottom hem of your shirt. You could feel the cold of his fingers tickle below your navel.
Although it all felt amazing, a doubt still lingered. Between kisses, any moment he let you catch a breath, tou whispered, “You don’t jusy— want me cause I’m high— right?”
Eddie pulled back, looking at your eyes again. He looked soft and sweet. His fingers moved to push some hair behind your head.
“Oh sweetheart,” he grinned, “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Hi, can you do a Jason Todd x male reader spending Christmas or thanksgiving together?
Like Jason obviously feels like he can't have a good Christmas dinner with the whole Batfamily without a yelling match. He only really stays in contact on a daily basis is with reader, because their joined at the hip during missions/ cases.
So Jason is fine just have Christmas alone in his apartment but, reader has different plans. Using his spare key to Jason's apartment letting himself in, holding a couple of beer bottles and take out.
The rest of the night they just spend talking and eating, enjoying eachothers company. Then reader falls asleep leaning on Jason, letting him feel so loved without pushing any of his boundaries.
If you end up doing this request, I'd really appreciate it. I know a lot of people ( including me) don't see Christmas has a happy, joyous, holiday. So I feel like this could be comforting to some of us.
Could you share a link when you do?
Holidays Are Subpar | Jason Todd x Male Reader Fluff
Warnings; Alcohol consumption, marijuana use, perhaps a smidge of sexual tension but it's not really there
A/N; I'm sorry this is short i'm having writers block 😭
900 words 💔
Jason scraped the edges of the ice cream tub and spooned the last amount of it into his mouth as he watched the screen of his TV, wrapped up in a blanket and hunched over in his bed. He hated Christmas. It always caused problems with his family, so he tended to spend it alone rather than in company. Especially during holidays.
The Matrix lit up his studio apartment dimly, the blueish tint from the dark atmosphere of the scenes casting dark shadows along the walls. He jerked his head at the sound of his front door being unlocked, setting his pint of ice cream on the side table before reaching under his bed and fishing out a gun from underneath his mattress.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He grumbled, clicking the safety lock on his gun and placing it on the nightstand. He grabbed the remote and paused the movie, glaring at Y/N in the process. He was holding a grocery bag, setting it on the counter and pulling out a pack of beer.
“What do you think?” He snarked, slipping off his shoes and tossing them by the door before grabbing the pack and walking over to Jason's bed, proceeding to flop beside him. “I couldn’t let you wallow on Christmas eve.”
Jason huffed at him. Y/N pulled a can off and offered it to him, the latter taking it and cracking it open. Y/N did the same, clinking their cans before taking a big sip.
“What were you watching?” He asked, scooting back to seat himself next to Jason, making himself comfortable amongst the pillows.
“Matrix,” He stated, taking the remote and pressing the resume button. Y/N hummed in excitement as it started, albeit halfway through.
After a few minutes, Y/N made an ‘ah’ sound and dug through his pockets, fishing out a small container. He opened it and pulled out a joint, showing it to Jason who nodded in approval. He grinned and placed it in his mouth.
“Gimme a light?”
“Sure.” Jason leaned over to his nightstand and opened the drawer, fishing through it and grabbing a lighter. Y/N turned his head to him and leaned in while Jason fiddled with the shitty bic before it sparked to life. He lit the end while Y/N held it tightly between his lips, shoving it in his hoodie pocket once it was burning. Jason watched him take a long drag before handing it to him, but his eyes stayed glued to his lips as he exhaled the smoke.
Turning his gaze back to the screen, Jason took a hit and then sipped on his beer, breathing out from his nose and passing it back to Y/N.
This continued for a few minutes, puffing and passing while they worked on the beers in front of them and ash collected in one of the crumpled cans that acted as a makeshift ashtray. When the joint became nothing but a stub, Jason snuffed it out and gathered the garbage, consisting of three beer cans, and stood up.
“No, where are you going?” Y/N asked, pouting at him.
“Throwing these away, and I’m gonna grab some snacks,” Jason responded and Y/N hummed in acknowledgement before turning back to the TV, Jason walked to the small kitchen throwing the trash into the bin Y/N sprawled over the place where Jason had been sitting, lazily watching the movie while acutely aware of the shuffling across the room. Jason nudged him over, a bag of chips in his hands. Y/N grinned up at him but didn’t move.
“Oh, come on,” He grumbled, shoving Y/N’s head.
“What? You left, this is fair game,” He explained. Jason stared at him and pinched his ear, pulling on it. “Ow, ow! Okay, I’m getting up, I’m getting- I’M GETTING UP!” Y/N whined, swatting at Jason’s hand as he tried to sit up. Jason snickered at him and crawled up next to him, sitting down and glancing at Y/N, who was rubbing his ear and muttering to himself about how ‘mean’ Jason is.
“It’s your fault, really,” Jason said as he opened the bag of chips and put one into his mouth. Y/N dug into the bag as obnoxiously as he possibly could and pulled out one singular chip. “Are you going to be like this all night?”
“Probably not,” Y/N said between chews. Jason gagged at the sound.
“Stop- eating with your mouth full,” He scolded. Y/N glanced at him and smiled, shovelling chips into his mouth before speaking again.
“What, like this?”
“You’re so annoying.”
Y/N smiled and chewed slowly, smacking his lips.
“I’m going to hit you,” Jason warned. Y/N took a long drink of his beer and smiled at Jason, eyes hazy and reddish. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“You’re always so mean to me,” Y/N whined, draping himself over Jason’s side.
“Uh-huh,” He mumbled, popping another chip into his mouth with his eyes glued to the screen. Y/N wrapped his arms around Jason’s chest, resting his head on his chest. Jason wrapped his arm around him and continued eating, scooting forward slightly so he could lean back and give Y/N a more comfortable position to nap in.
