#*loosely based

[blanc-ci]

(Inspired* by @wwillywonka ‘s fic excerpt , really good! Go read! Made me want to wax poetic about my own hc for Spock’s relationship with Pike -> Kirk)

A young ensign Spock, not having much experience with interpersonal relationships (Vulcan schooling & Starfleet academy was a pretty straightforward equation, why form relationships beyond the professional contacts necessary to further one’s own career?) and yet, when he meets Captain Pike on his first day assigned to a starship, he becomes absolutely and guiltily infatuated with him.

This is the first person in Spock’s life to seek him out, treat him like a person beyond rank, to try and be his friend- to try and know him. It’s the kind of crush born of awe, glorification, and admiration, where his heart flutters and he can’t help but think, illogically, that he’s witnessing what exactly makes humanity so great wrapped up in a single package.

But that is his Captain and he is at least self aware enough to know infatuation when he’s experiencing it. Spock will never act on his emotions, he’ll stare at Pike’s back and follow closely on his heels. As if he was studying a brilliant, steadfast comet, following the dust left in its trail until, inevitably, it burns itself up. Nothing will come of these emotions. And he doubts he’ll ever meet another person that holds his respect in the same way. Who could possibly open his eyes and change his entire perspective like Pike had? He owed Pike everything.

And then he meets James T Kirk.

This man was new, different- it wasn’t his Captain. Spock falls clumsily into his orbit, they clash occasionally, their steps just out of rhythm with each other. But he finds, eventually, that where he was left staring at his superior’s back, chasing after him, James instead turns to face him, to keep in pace with him.

Knowing Pike felt like a discovery, a breakthrough, knowing Kirk felt like an understanding.

If Pike was a comet then James is a star, his brilliance was blinding, and his pull so great that Spock can’t help but dedicate his whole world to him, constantly drawn towards that warmth. Spock doesn’t realize how deeply he’s fallen in love until he’s completely unable to pull away, and he finds, somehow not that surprisingly, that he has no desire to.

[beanietopia]

choso has a porn addiction, plain and simple. every morning for him starts with the same: open up twitter, get his bottle of lotion, and scroll through his bookmarks until he can cum. he’s had girlfriends in the past, they all thought his addiction was gross. what girl would ever entertain a guy that jerked off to random girls getting creampied on twitter?

well, you, of course.

he messaged you on a random morning, ‘hey’, was all it said. you happened to have a slight porn addiction of your own, having filled your bookmarks for your own solo sessions. you didn’t realize your messages were open and felt your brow go up as you read his message. a click to his bio and there wasn’t much there, just the year he was born and 🇯🇵. your first instinct was to delete the message, but your curiosity got the best of you. you messaged back, investigated how he found your account, and choso revealed his intentions.

‘are you into the idea of sending some nsfw posts to each other?’

choso used to sext with his ex girlfriends, but none of them wanted to include porn. they found it weird and considered it cheating to look at videos while in a relationship. now here he was, randomly texting a stranger on the internet to get a quick nut. if he wasn’t palming his dick through his shorts right now, he’d actually think he looked a bit pathetic. it wasn’t until you said yes and started sending your bookmarked videos did he realize what he was getting himself into.

freeing his dick from his briefs, he started to stroke himself while imagining himself doing the things in the videos with you. he didn’t know what you looked like, hell, he wasn’t even sure you were who you said you were. but you were just as porn obsessed as he was, and he didn’t think you could get any better until you sent another message.

‘let me suck it while you play video games.’

it’s like you knew the exact words to say to get him off. choso hastily reciprocated, although it had become quite difficult to type with one hand. he confessed on how desperately he wanted to cum in your pussy and how you suck him in so well, not knowing that you too had started pleasuring yourself at the mere thought. it had been a while and you needed some action too, okay? his messages started getting further and further apart until he asked you to send a post he can finish to. bringing yourself back to reality for a quick moment to send him a creampie video, how could you have known his favorite genre? you found yourself soon chasing your own orgasm. the echoes of the moans coming from your phone had blended with yours, and you soon came undone on your fingers. 

once you remembered to look at your phone again, choso had let you know that he had made a mess, followed by a picture of his cum stained hand and torso. when you sent back a picture of your glistening fingers and soiled sheets, choso audibly moaned. what a pervert.

‘fuck, you’re making me hard… is same time tomorrow good with you?’

part 2

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uhh welp this is my first piece of work on tumblr LMFAO HEY GUYS! special shoutout to my pookie bears @gojoscinnamonroll @xixflower @takumasimp @webism for encouraging me and AAAAAAAA I HOPE SOMEBODY LIKES THIS,,,, i wanna keep posting on here so lmk what you think :3 ok bye beanie out

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kendall — the boy prince with a crown of thorns, imprisoned at the top. he overlooks the city, painfully distant from it all. a reflection in broken glass haunts him; his father, the waiter, himself. shattered and bloodied and dripping onto him still. so high and so blue, a puzzle barely together. his gaze tells you he knows how pathetic he is.

connor — the relatable uber-rich. the eldest son, forgotten, overtaken by the background. his political ambitions are yet another hobby to fill a void; his ranch, his wine, his presidency. he is pastel, faded, swathed in republican red that even then is all vanity. sees himself in screens. he is blowing away in the wind.

roman — doing the dirty work in the dirty room. he's ready to sling over offers and quick wit but there is a childishness about him, like he's scrawled in crayon. something's off, something's wrong with him and you can't figure out what exactly. he lives within it, then: slimy and blood-hot and close. his eyes dart around. the trained dog that might just bite when he's nervous.

shiv — all that effort to go nowhere. a girl with a pearl earring: wealthy, intriguing, unknowable. can't be bothered to face you fully, but baring her back in the process. bathed in the lines of light that her father gives her in inches. she is doomed to be pushed, and to be helped back up, which might be worse than the falling. exuding something sharp, startling, hot pink: forever pinky.

and if you got here... THANKS 4 reading & looking