#Scene excerpt

[fiddleturnips]

Bonding

This is an excerpt from a larger, incomplete chapter.

Stanley slammed the door on his way out. He didn't really have anywhere else to go, though, so he didn't go anywhere. He sat on the porch and smoked, staring at these unfamiliar Northwest mountains and thinking about how stupid it was that this dumb argument had apparently lasted decades.

Stan was on his second cigarette when Fiddleford came out. Stan didn't turn around, but he could tell it was him. His steps were trying to be heavy, but he probably weighed half what any Pines did including their Ma, and was barefoot besides. He stomped unmenacingly over and sat on the stair beside Stan.

"Can I bum one of those," he said. He was glaring out at the woods like he wanted to punch the whole mountain range in it's big stupid face.

Stan tapped one out and passed it. He shared his flame. Fiddleford took a huge drag that doubled the volume of his chest and hissed it out.

"Trouble in Paradise?" Stan joked.

"Thought I'd finally talked some sense into that man," Fiddleford snapped. "Always gotta be the smartest in the room, with his twelve cotton-pickin doctorates and his one man research grant, don't he get you can't solve everything with just smarts."

Stan suddenly decided he liked this guy. "Yeah. Yeah, it's always, oOooh, if I'm the biggest genius they ever saw then they have to crown me the king of fucking France or whatever. Everything that goes right, it's 'cause he was just better. Anything goes wrong was a fluke. Like, geeze, man, maybe if your entire future rested in a seventeen year old's ability to break the laws of physics it's the system that's the problem, y'know?"

"EXACTLY!" Fiddleford flung his arms out. It almost hit Stan in the face. "He did good in school, and I'm real happy for him, I really am! But it's like, we were in the same classes, and goshdurn it, I was better than him! So what's this magical force what makes him think everyone who didn't get where he did just didn't try hard enough?"

Fiddleford was starting to lose him now, but Stan got the impression the guy needed to vent from how loud it was coming out, so he didn't say anything.

"I tried, Doctor Stanford Pines, I tried till it almost killed me, and then I help you try til that almost kills me too! Maybe your dreams ain't worth all that!"

"Oh, yeah. And, like, maybe your dreams ain't everyone else's dream, too," Stanley said. It probably wasn't a fair thought, but it was one that came on him all the time in motels and WalMart parking lots: what the hell were dreams worth, if you went one way and he went the other and neither of you ever got to see each other again?

Fiddleford glanced over and huffed a smokey laugh. "Truth. Not sure how many daddies and doctor types need to hear that." Fiddleford wrinkled his nose. "Ack, forgot how foul these are."

"Then why'd you bum one?"

"Hoping to trick myself into thinking it was something stronger, I guess," he said, scraping out the lit end on the porch and leaving it in case Stan wanted the other half.

Stan side-eyed him. "You payin'?"

Fiddleford looked over at him in surprise. Then down.

Stan was peeking a baggie out of his inner coat pocket. It wasn't much, maybe half an ounce, and it was cheap shit. But hey. A sale's a sale.

Fiddleford didn't even ask. He just pulled a fifty, threw it at Stan, and snatched the bag. Stan passed him a box of rolling paper, and Fiddleford rolled first one, than a second, out with astonishing dexterity.

"Shit, you know your stuff."

"I had a social life in school."

He offered one to Stan, who lit them both up. Fiddleford lay back on the porch and sighed deeply.

"So. What's the story here?" Stan asked.

"Oh, Stanford's my best friend," Fiddleford said. "And as much as I hate to say it, your brother really is all that. Not only the biggest genius I ever met, but one of the best academics to boot. Brains alone don't get degrees."

"And now, uh, what's going on?"

"Oh, right. Sorry, we've been awful." Fiddleford sat up and occipied his hands by making more joints, resting his own on the stair between tokes. "Doctor Pines is here on grant money he got after groundbreaking solo research and a very impressive proof of concept at a conference a few years back. Now, I don't suppose you'd know much about academic politics, Mister Pines, but that is what we call a very big deal, especially when you look at what they gave him. And if I'm being completely frank, it's not primarily the work that's good. The man could convince the board to dig a canal in Arizona."

"What? Sixer?" Stanley laughed. He noticed, but didn't quite register Fiddleford's flinch at the name. "Guy never took a date to a school dance in his life."

"Maybe he ought've asked more funding admins."

Stanley chuckled. The weed was definitely helping.

"Anyhow, part of what he was doing here was building this big -" Fiddleford sucked from his joint, gestured lamely, lost his words - "I don't know how to describe it in plain speak. It's a doohickey."

"A doohicky."

"Portal, let's say. Real spaceman bullhockey. Let's just say, me'n him are close on the only ones as could do it, this stuff is mathematically on the edge of impossible."

"You an him, huh?"

"Oh, alright," Fiddleford said, grinning, rolling out the last of his little arts and crafts project. "Me. I'm the only one could build it. I weren't lying when I said I'm better'n him."

Stan coughed laughing. "Got a big head on your shoulders?"

"Hardly. I'm an engineer. Not an academic."

"Yeah, yeah. Smart guys. Look, I'm just a schlub."

Fiddleford's face fell. "Sorry, I don't mean that- oh, shucks, my wife always warned me I gotta watch what I say about that sort of thing. I didn't mean nothing by it. Having brains don't measure a man's worth, I know that more'n most."

"Aw, it's nothing," Stan said, made big-hearted and quick to forgive by the drugs. "You're good in my book."

Fiddleford was out of weed. He tucked what he'd made back into the bag and sealed it. When he gazed out at the woods this time, his anger had softened to irritation. "Anyway, I come out here to help him with his work. And believe me, it's good. He's got a one-of-a-kind opportunity here. But Stanford Pines is one of those Victorian types says discovery is all about taking risks, and let's just say when he takes risks I always seem to be the one who ends up with something broke."

"Aw man. I'm sorry. Seriously."

"First there was the Grenloblin, which is a horrid creature, by the way, then that cat-tannin' shapeshifter he kept as a pet even when it began to talk to us-"

"Wait, what?"

"And the gnome debacle keeps coming back to bite us, can't keep the windows sealed tight enough,"

"Gnomes?"

"And then that FUCKING demon."

Fiddleford abruptly stopped talking. He took another toke. His free hand was clenched into a shaking fist. Stan stared.

"What do you guys research, exactly?"

"Anomalies," said Fiddleford.

"Like, what, two-headed calves and shit?"

"That'd work. But Gravity Falls has gnomes."

"Little men in red hats."

"Little men in red hats."

"You're shitting me."

"I swear to you I am not."

"Don't suppose the bud went bad..."

"You'll see in the morning. I'll show you."

"You just described a bunch of dangerous shit. And also gnomes, I guess. Do I want to see it all?"

"Believe me, the most 'dangerous shit' is in this house."

Stanley, being an idiot but not that much of an idiot, was about to press him further. They were interrupted by the door, though, and his dumb brother's disapproval.

"Are you two smoking cannabis?" Ford demanded. Stanley chuckled at how much he sounded like a pearl-clutching old woman.

"Yes we are, and you're partaking," Fiddleford said, pulling out a joint. "We're making up for lost time, come on."

Stanford glared daggers. "I am not."

Fiddleford fell back on the porch, stretched his legs out in front of him, and stared upside-down up at Stanford.

"You owe meeeeeeee."

Stanford kept glaring. Then he glared at Stanley, who shrugged.

"Did you bring this?" Ford snapped.

"Technically, but I didn't offer. He asked."

Fiddleford wiggled the outstretched joint.

Stanley had no idea the look on Stanford's face was, aside from uncomfortable, but the guy relented. He stepped forward, sat as far as he could from the other two, and gingerly picked up the joint. Stan tossed him the lighter, knowing very well that he wouldn't have his own. The other boys laughed at him when he struggled to get it lit right.

"Don't worry, Doctor Pines, I'm here for you," said Fiddleford in a fond, dreamy voice.

"Very reassuring, thank you," Stanford growled.

It was endearing. It was, hell, it was cute. Despite the blow-up inside, Stan was kind of... glad? that Stanford had apparently made an actual, honest-to-god friend.

[mustlovesteve]

thanks so much to @toktopus-art for this awesome commission that she drew! based on a scene from my vamp!eddie steddie fic.

[kyyuuuy]

Starcrossed lovers, on a treacherous night

Sharpening the blades of murderous delight

[urghblergh]

Late Night Reading 🌌✨

Cringe 2010s Galaxy Print Version 😄

[many-gay-magpies]

He can feel Edwin’s fingers in his hair, orienting his head for better access, and he can’t help but grab Edwin back, pulling him closer, pressing himself against the wall until Edwin completely covers him. He can feel the dampness of Edwin’s lips, the warm tickle of his breath as he takes in long, hungry gulps, and there’s a heat spreading through Charles’ body that has his eyelashes fluttering as he tries not to moan… he’s breathing hard, trying to keep it in, but it’s so good, and Edwin is so fucking lovely and close, and—

i re-read @shadowquill17’s wonderful vampire payneland fic today and got fucking possessed. here’s this

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Love Sea Novel Excerpt: A BJ, Face-Riding, and the First Bareback

** From Chapters 20 "A Body as a Thank You" and 21 "8 out of 10 (?)"

He wanted to rely on this man.

For someone like him who never trusted or depended on anyone and didn't want anyone's insincere goodwill, the moment he heard those words, Tongrak wanted to bury his face in Mahasamut's broad shoulders. He wanted to be held tightly and be assured that his father would never return to harm his family again. But what should he do?

How should Tongrak express it so that Mahasamut would understand how desperately he needed this embrace?

Once again, Mahasamut's boldness came to his aid as the large hand slipped around his waist, pulling him close against his broad chest, the other hand slowly stroking his slender back.

"It's okay, you have me."

Normally, Tongrak would've retorted... What good does having you do?

But what Tongrak did was... grasp the back of Mahasamut's shirt.

Everything inside Tongrak calmed down instantly.

His cheek was warm as it was pressed against a shoulder. His back was warm from the caressing hand. His heart fluttered from the close embrace, and this man made him feel at peace.

It was enough for Tongrak to utter these words.

"Thank you, Mahasamut. Thank you."

Thank you for being here and for standing by me.

While the listener was momentarily stunned, a smile soon returned to grace his handsome face, Mahasamut's eyes shining with affection.

Looks like it's time to tease and change the mood a bit.

"What's that? I didn't hear you."

Mahasamut waited to see the frowning face looking up at him, the sexy, deep voice that would curse him for wanting a mile when given an inch. Not... the fair arms that rose to wrap around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss like this.

It wasn't just lips touching lips.

Bright red lips pressed firmly, a warm tongue slid into his mouth, entwining with his in a hungry dance, turning the initial surprise into a familiar response. Mahasamut's hands wrapped tightly around the slender waist, allowing the person in his arms to kiss him to his heart's content.

But Tongrak seemed insatiable.

His slender body demanded more with a flick of his tongue. Hands that once embraced his neck now cradled Mahasamut's jaw, urging him to accept an increasingly fierce kiss. The sound of saliva mingling with the lapping tongues was loud in their ears.

As Mahasamut responded, Tongrak demanded more.

They didn't know how long they kissed, but neither wanted to be the first to stop, as if wishing it could go on forever.

It was a sweet and wet kiss.

"Mmn."

Moans and heavy breaths resonated, vibrating through their mouths, shaking them both.

It had been an eternity before the slender figure finally pulled away, gasping for breath. His face was flushed, his lips bruised red, and their breaths were so close they mingled against each other's skin. The scorching breath fanned across Mahasamut's cheek as the most handsome man he'd ever seen pressed close to him, the man who'd bitten his lip, prompting Mahasamut to reach up and stroke his cheek.

"Is this your way of saying thank you?" Mahasamut asked in a low voice, looking into the eyes that reflected his own image.

And then...

"What are you doing?"

Even Mahasamut was caught off guard when Tongrak pulled away from him. The writer didn't go far. Instead, he kneeled on the floor in front of the sofa, reaching to undo Mahasamut's pants. This prompted a stern question from Mahasamut, who looked down at the man gazing up at him and then back down at the crotch of his pants.

"Can I?"

Mahasamut was nearly driven crazy as the proud face descended upon his manhood, cheeks rubbing against it before speaking in a pleading tone.

Even if Tongrak hadn't asked, he'd have given permission anyway, but this was...

The southern man, his skin tanned by the sun, could only stare at the person who was pulling his engorged member out with a look of rapturous fascination. Fair hands cradled it gently, eyes filled with desire, yet still waiting for his consent.

Then, Mahasamut said, his voice dropping even lower, fingertips brushing against Tongrak's cheek.

"Do whatever you want. I'm already yours."

The look in Mahasamut's eyes, the response in his voice, and the light touch that felt scalding against Tongrak's skin...

Tongrak wanted Mahasamut.

Tongrak's handsome face was a clear display of desire, stirring Mahasamut's primal instincts. All he could do was watch as Tongrak stroked him. Tongrak's bright tongue circled his lips before the soft, pliant mouth Mahasamut knew to be so sweetly intoxicating enveloped his core.

"Ah," Mahasamut exhaled in contentment, his emotions so intense he had to tense his thighs.

Tongrak seemed to enjoy this reaction, his warm mouth nibbling and sucking along the length, his hand's touch gliding it, his moist tongue creating a tantalizing sensation for the recipient. Mahasamut's eyes shone with unbridled desire, his blood boiling to the point where veins bulged on his strong neck.

But Tongrak wanted more.

The man stroked, sucked, and licked, the heat like embers but slick in the way that he wanted to take it fully into his mouth. Yet Tongrak refrained, deliberately circling the taut head with his tongue. He felt tenseness from the one placing his hands on his shoulders before licking the tiny hole on the tip, tasting his precum until Mahasamut growled in his throat.

"You're wicked," Mahasamut whispered hoarsely by his ear, and then...

With no hesitation, Tongrak took his erection into his mouth, his soft tongue licking along the length, lips tightly wrapped to pull and suck on the substantial size that pushed deep into his throat.

He wanted more, so much more.

The thought made the writer move faster, sucking hard, feeling the man sitting with his legs spread tense up. Mahsamut's heavy breathing fueled his own arousal.

Now, it wasn't just Mahasamut who was overwhelmed with emotion; the heat also centered in the core of Tongrak. His legs were inadvertently squeezed together, rubbing to relieve the intense craving, but he didn't want to stop his mouth either.

The sound of flesh against a soft tongue mingled with the sound of clear liquid spilling over the edge of the mouth, but Tongrak still wasn't satisfied.

"You'll hurt yourself!" Mahasamut's dark eyes blazed, and a deep voice half-growled in warning. Large hands firmly grasped Tongrak's slender shoulders because Tongrak was going to hurt himself in pain.

But instead of stopping, the man being pushed away simply pressed his cheek against the substantial size, using his tongue to lick along it. His beautiful, tear-filled eyes locked onto Mahasamut, signaling a frenzy of emotion, and his hoarse voice whispered, "Do it."

And as if afraid Mahasamut wouldn't understand, he added...

"Fuck my mouth, will you?"

Mahasamut clenched his jaw nearly to the point of breaking.

Normally, just a command would nearly kill Mahasamut, but this... with that look on Tongrak's face, begging like that...

Why wouldn't Mahasamut notice how Tongrak moved his hips and the adorable part that bulged provocatively in his pants, signaling a desperate need for release? Yet, he still insisted on satisfying him until Mahasamut abandoned any sense of responsibility.

His large hand yanked Tongrak's arm, pulling him back up on the sofa. He looked at Tongrak, who was resisting because he still wanted to play with Mahasamut's cock in his mouth. Mahasamut had to lock his wrists above his head. His legs straddled over the pretty face, just like the hot, taut member that was pressed against Tongrak's lips.

"Here it is," Mahasamut said with a hoarse voice, his large hand guiding his member to rub against the pretty lips, watching his precum smear on the soft flesh in a lascivious display.

While Tongrak's lips... parted.

Damn it!

As if he'd forgotten how to think, Mahasamut thrust his rigid part into the scorching cavity in one swift motion.

He hadn't gone all the way in, but...

"Ah!" It was the man underneath who pushed his own face forward, taking it deep into the throat!

Mahsamut's sharp eyes narrowed, trying to control himself from thrusting into such a pretty throat that felt so good it was maddening. Seeing Tongrak's pained expression, as if he couldn't breathe, Mahasamut knew that taking it all in wasn't something just anyone could do. Therefore, he tensed up to restrain himself, even as sweat dripped down his face, his hands clenched, his teeth grinding so hard that the veins in his neck bulged.

He really wanted to thrust to the very end.

"Fuck," the younger man roared, using his hands to brace against the sofa, panting heavily. His sun-kissed skin flushed a sexy red, while his fierce face still looked down at the man underneath who insisted on playing with his cock incessantly.

Tongrak still moved his head, sucking and pulling as if it were the most delicious thing in the world, and this image was about to make Mahasamut lose all patience.

"I'm sorry."

"Ughhhh!"

Mahsamut grabbed the back of Tongrak's head and pushed himself in, looking into the honey-colored eyes that shed tears in pain, but still insistently sucked and licked him. And that made the man who had been trying to hold back comply with what Tongrak wanted.

He wanted to 'fuck' this man.

"Ughhh, ah, ha!!"

The man underneath moaned through tears, but then placed his hands on the larger ones again, forcing Mahasamut to be even more aggressive. Mahasamut, who'd been restraining himself since arriving in Bangkok, lost all patience.

The sound of heavy breathing mingled with the sound of flesh thrusting deep into the narrow throat, the sound of saliva mixing with desire, becoming a rough rhythm.

"I... want to come inside."

And with that, the lewd thoughts escaped from Mahasamut's mouth.

He wanted to bury himself in the scorching walls that clenched him, to thrust to the very end and release everything, to let everyone know whom Tongrak belonged to.

And it wasn't just a desire.

"Ah, ugh."

Mahasamut thrust into Tongrak's throat all the way, then pulled out, letting Tongrak cough forcefully. He quickly moved aside, pulling down the writer's pants and boxers and tossing them down beside the sofa. Mahasamut's hands parted the slender legs, spreading them wide before spitting on his palm to use as lubricant. THen, he slid his finger deep into the tight entrance.

Fuck.

Again, Mahasamut cursed to himself as the tight, clenching entrance nearly drove him mad, not to mention the fair hips that arched up to meet his penetrating touch.

Huh, ah," Tongrak moaned incoherently.

At this moment, the burning sensation of the fingers that were prepping Tongrak was nothing compared to the immediate lust that arose as soon as the fingers penetrated the tight hole. Tongrak wanted the larger part to penetrate, to feel the burning pain that made his insides tingle and the heat flare up in his lower stomach.

"Just fuck me now," Tongrak cried out, his legs spreading even wider.

He wanted it right now!

"Ahhh!!! Huh, ah, ah," Tongrak screamed out loud as the intense heat pressed against the entrance instead of fingers. It quickly thrust deep inside, sending shivers through him, his back arching like a bow.

The tension and sting were nothing compared to the tingling thrill that spread throughout Tongrak's body, bringing tears to his eyes. His hips twitched, his hands grasping at Mahasamut's neck as he took the large shaft that was slowly but deeply thrusting into him. His flushed face tilted back, tears brimming in his eyes.

Mahsamut saw that expression clearly and pulled the slender body up to sit astride his waist. His large hands shifted to cup the fair thighs, squeezing the soft buttocks, parking them to make way, and then...

"Uh!"

Tongrak thought it was as deep as it could go, but this position drove it even deeper, making his hands claw onto the broad shoulders. His tear-streaked face buried into Mahasamut's shoulder as he moaned.

As the hips continued to move, Tongrak whimpered, his voice caught in his throat as Mahasamut forced him to ride the large core beneath him.

Each time the hot shaft penetrated his inside deeply, a hoarse moan echoed. Tongrak felt both pain and tightness but, above all, a deep satisfaction.

He liked how wild Mahasamut was with him, how fierce, but... without causing real pain.

"I can't hold back anymore."

"Ah!"

As Mahasamut finished speaking, he didn't hesitate to thrust himself more forcefully into the tight space, his large hands kneading the soft buttocks relentlessly. His thrusting hips became more violent, his lips seeking the sweet spot on Tongrak's neck, his hot tongue licking the throat, his sharp teeth biting the Adam's apple, then nibbling down on it hard.

Each bite made the one in Mahasamut's arms flinch. Tongrak dug his feet into the sofa and rubbed his midsection on the firm abdomen.

Their intensity was such that even the high-quality sofa creaked. The other thing keeping it moving was probably the carpet underneath.

They were so intense that the sounds of their bodies colliding, the exchange of saliva, and the noise of thick fluids splashing around filled the air, and then...

"Do it again, harder," the beauty in his arms teased Mahasamut relentlessly.

Mahasamut pushed the fair body down again to lie flat, to... control the rhythm himself.

Tongrak's fair skin turned a flushed red, tears streaming down his cheeks, his body writhing in intense pleasure. All of this was in Mahasamut's view as he lifted the fair leg over his shoulders, pushing into the searing heat with even more force.

"Ah, yes, good, ugh, Mahasamut."

"Damn it!"

Mahasamut thrust again, and moans filled the living room. The body beneath him shuddered, twitching violently, releasing a milky fluid across his abdomen, which only spurred Mahasamut to follow suit.

"Cum inside, uh, me, ah."

Mahasamut thought to ease up, but the pleading cries of the one beneath him, whose body was twitching, made his body defy his thoughts. It was like a command that drove him mad. He thrust to the base, feeling the tight embrace that almost shattered his jaw. He released thick fluid, flooding the soft hole until it overflowed.

Who taught Tongrak to be such a tease!?

Tongrak lay spent, panting, but the beauty had awakened his primal instincts. As soon as Mahasamut pulled out, his large hand spread the pale thighs apart, his sharp eyes observing the pretty hole that clenched tightly with milky fluid leaking out. Mahasamut licked his lips.

This time, it's all on you, Tongrak.

"Ah, what are you... doing? Ah, Mahasamut don't... don't lick it, ugh, it's dirty," the one beneath him pushed against his broad shoulders, the fair hips jerking up, the waistline trembling with pleasure.

But do you realize that your tight part was eagerly twitching with pleasure from my licking?

And yes, what Mahasamut was doing.... was sliding his tongue into the burning hole.

The action made Tongrak's eyes widen, clear tears streaming from his eyes.

"Don't..."

That command made Mahasamut's sharp eyes look up.

Tongrak was the one seducing him.

"You like it."

Mahasamut ran his tongue along the narrow crevice in one go, making Tongrak gasp. Then, he added, "So much."

With just two words, they conveyed Tongrak's thoughts completely.

Mahasamut had already mentioned that he wanted to do several things with Tongrak. If both parties consented, it'd transform from being considered perverse to a delightful sexual pleasure.

Tongrak lay down on the soft sofa, raised a hand to cover his eyes, and then whispered, "Don't stop, keep going."

And that made Mahasamut's eyes sparkle with excitement.

The tall one didn't hesitate to bury his face into the enticingly private area, his wicked tongue probing deeply into the moist crevice, feeling the twitching and tensing of the person who moaned softly, a sign of how much Tongrak enjoyed it. Meanwhile, the once weakened part was becoming hard again.

"Mahasamut, more, do it again."

Mahasamut could say for sure that this was just the beginning.

And the person who'd brought out a hidden side of him was none other than the one in his embrace, the very person who was now making seductive sounds.

It seemed that Tongrak had indeed awakened a fierce demon within.

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Beneath the soft yellow glow of the bedside lamp, a sun-kissed man stepped out of the bathroom, toweling off his hair. His sharp eyes fixed on the faint silhouette of a rounded form nestled under the thick blanket. A smile curled at the corner of his mouth, fondness evident for the one who'd escaped to bed before him.

Mahasamut tossed the towel into the laundry basket, not hesitating to slip under the same blanket.

"Who said you could get in here?"

"Oh, no one, I'm just shameless," Mahasamut replied instantly, chuckling. His large hand slipped around a slender waist, pulling the warm body into his embrace. His gaze lingered on the one who verbally protested but willingly turned to rest against his chest.

Tongrak is so damn cute.

The guy was so adorable that Mahasamut couldn't help but...

"Where are you touching!?"

The moment his large hand ventured to squeeze the soft butt, the person in his arms jolted, letting out a surprised yelp. Tongrak looked up with a pout, prompting Mahasamut to plant a quick kiss on his lips, asking softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"Why would it not? Your thing isn't so tiny," Tongrak mumbled, but despite his words, the persistent hand continued to gently stroke his backside, as if knowing Tongrak still felt a deep-seated tenderness there.

Well, it feels strange after he took that thing out. With someone that size doing it that rough, not feeling anything would be crazy.

Tongrak grumbled and then rested his cheek against the warm chest.

After their heated activities in the living room, they continued in the bedroom, ending with Mahasamut carrying Tongrak to the bathroom for a thorough wash. The kind of cleaning that involved scooping out every last sticky remnant, forgetting the image of simply cuddling to sleep after climax. Tongrak said that was too messy!

So now, Tongrak laid freshly scented and content on a bed with newly changed sheets.

And it certainly wasn't Tongrak who changed them.

Mahasamut, the one who changed the sheets and bathed him, also being the last to shower, looked at the fair-skinned person with sparkling eyes. The desire to pinch those fair cheeks and kiss those pouting lips was overwhelming. Perhaps the thought was too intense, for the squeezing hand pressed a bit too firmly, prompting a punch on the chest by the one in his embrace.

"How long are you going to keep squeezing?"

"Well, can I tease you with a finger then?"

Mahasamut meant a tease involving a finger in that part.

At this moment, Mahasamut's fingers slipped into the unguarded crevice, gently smoothing the tender entrance, causing Tongrak to startle. The young writer knew full well that Mahasamut wasn't just playing. If he gave in even slightly, he'd end up having to shower again. So he spoke with a heavy, hoarse voice from too much moaning earlier, "Stop, it stings."

"Should I apply some ointment?"

Mahasamut paused, his initial playful intent giving way to a gentle touch on the sensitive area. He massaged softly until Tongrak had to object with a trembling voice.

"Stop touching there, or I'll get hard."

And it won't end with just applying ointment.

As the suggestive reply made the concerned man smile, the large hand shifted to soothingly stroking the soft butt cheeks, pleased to have a certain someone snuggled close. If asked whether Mahasamut preferred their passionate encounters or just cuddling, Mahasamut couldn't choose. He only knew he liked having Tongrak in his arms.

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They talk about how Mahasamut can help deal with Tongrak's father and then---

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"About my father... I know what he wants. I'll just give it to him. And if you want to help..." Tongrak met Mahasamut's gaze with seriousness. "Meena's important to me."

The listener smiled back, his voice even more earnest while saying, "Then she's important to me, too."

Because you are important to me.

Even though he didn't say it out loud, Mahasamut thought Tongrak understood as the pretty face turned away quickly, cheeks flushing amidst the soft light. Plus, Tongrak was trying to hide his shyness with a forced, stern voice, not realizing how incredibly sexy that husky tone was.

"Stop grabbing my butt already."

"Haha, I can't help it. It feels nice."

Mahasamut laughed heartily, unable to resist teasing the one pretending to fuss in his embrace. Then, he asked, "On a scale of one to ten, what do I get?"

"Huh?"

Mahasamut loved the wide-eyed look of confusion on Tongrak's face.

"My sex skills," Mahasamut said, bursting into laughter as the listener opened his mouth slightly as if wanting to curse but then stopped, unsure how to scold such a shameless person.

So, Mahasamut teased even more. "I'm pretty confident in my own skills. Actually, ten is too low. I think it should be a hundred..."

"Eight."

While the overconfident man continued to tease, the one wanting to curse interjected immediately, causing Mahasamut to stop mid-sentence and look at the one who repeated, "I give you an eight."

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

The Arrangement was very simple, so simple in fact that it didn’t really deserve the capital letter, which it had got for simply being in existence for so long. It was the sort of sensible arrangement that many isolated agents, working in awkward conditions a long way from their superiors, reach with their opposite number when they realize that they have more in common with their immediate opponents than their remote allies. It meant a tacit non-interference in certain of each other’s activities. It made certain that while neither really won, also neither really lost, and both were able to demonstrate to their masters the great strides they were making against a cunning and well-informed adversary.

It meant that Crowley had been allowed to develop Manchester, while Aziraphale had a free hand in the whole of Shropshire. Crowley took Glasgow, Aziraphale had Edinburgh (neither claimed any responsibility for Milton Keynes, [Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place to live. Many Britons find this amusing.] but both reported it as a success).

And then, of course, it had seemed even natural that they should, as it were, hold the fort for one another whenever common sense dictated. Both were of angel stock, after all. If one was going to Hull for a quick temptation, it made sense to nip across the city and carry out a standard brief moment of divine ecstasy. It’d get done anyway, and being sensible about it gave everyone more free time and cut down on expenses.

Aziraphale felt the occasional pang of guilt about this, but centuries of association with humanity was having the same effect on him as it was on Crowley, except in the other direction.

Besides, the Authorities didn’t seem to care much who did anything, so long as it got done.

- Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

First and Last appearances of Poorly-Drawn-MDZS Season 1!

[electronickingdomfox]

I'm losing my mind over this (from the filming of TOS episode "The Naked Time"):

"The Half-Naked Crazy George Takei Time" indeed!

Taken from "Star Trek Memories" (Shatner, William, 1993)

[ardentpoop]

"Don't say that to me. Not you, of all people." -"I don't want to. But it's the truth." (5.18 "Point of No Return")

[thesimperiuscurse]

And so I get up and complain loudly and knot my running shoes; and give myself away with a smile. 

[tendermimi]

richard siken “driving, not washing” / benjamin 2018 / ilya kaminsky “while the child sleeps, sonya undresses”

[lonlylittleclown]

And I was trapped, because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world, I alone had no body! No senses! No FEELINGS

[delicateartisantrash]

Excerpt: Soundwave's Puppy Eyes

I can't stop laughing at this scene in a fanfic I'm writing, every time I come across it doing re-reads and editing passes.

Just. I lost it when I first saw that scene of Soundwave flashing 'Prime a smiley face emoji.

Imagine trying to convince the big bad Decepticon you're gonna do a thing regardless of his logic on the matter

and then he nails you with just literal #SadFace

[cerealforkart]

III. Lost in the Woods

“Nicholas! I found someone who knows the way out of here,” Princess Sparrow said, but when Prince Nicholas turned to see the guide she spoke of, he found her kneeling in the dirt.

“Who are you talking to?” Nicholas asked.

The Prince went to stand behind the Princess, but swiftly regretted the decision when he found himself meeting the eight glossy black eyes of the hairy beast crawling over the Princess’s bare arm.

“She knows every leaf and root of this forest, she says he can have us back to the road within an hour,” Princess Sparrow said. She raised the monster to properly meet her travelling companion, seemingly unable to identify the spider as grotesque.

Nicholas screamed.

[electronickingdomfox]

Anecdotes from the filming of TOS last episode

This is taken from the account by Joan Winston (an ABC television employee and Star Trek fan), about her two-week visit to the studios, when they were filming Turnabout Intruder. The account was published in the book Star Trek Lives! (Lichtenberg, Jacqueline 1975).

A selection of some funny anecdotes:

The origin of the set decorations

I wonder if this was the origin of the suspicious stalagmite in What are Little Girls Made Of?

Nimoy avenges his bike

The story of the bike itself can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbHP5FbJNAw

Dr. McCoy’s diagnosis

De boss, he’s De boss.

The chewing gum

“Spock, it’s always been you”

Spock’s silky hair

CCL stands for chopped chicken liver, by the way.

The “thing”

At this point, Shatner was severely ill with the flu, and they barely managed to film the intro scenes of the episode (the last material to be filmed, actually) before he collapsed on a couch. After this, they started dismantling the sets for the bridge, the transporter room, etc. Pretty poignant.