Thinkin’ about Diavolo and how he loves fucking you in front of the big gold mirror in his bedroom, one of his hands tangled in your hair and the other holds onto your hip, his nails just barely digging into your skin, keeping you in place while he fucks you from behind.
His eyes almost look like they’re glowing as they lock onto the reflection, both of your bodies covered in a layer of sweat, and he can see all the marks he left on you earlier. Fuck, it feels like he’s getting harder just looking at the reflection of you below him.
Diavolo who grabs your face and makes you watch in the mirror, because he loves the way you squirm and cry for him, for more, for whatever he’ll give you and how your sweet moans seem to echo in the large room, it makes him want to fill you with his cum over and over again….
CHALLENGERS (2024, dir. Luca Guadagnino) is a film that doesn't root for any of its three main characters and isn't concerned about who gets to win in the end. it's written and shot like a long tennis rally that doesn't let up; nobody is willing to drop the ball, but everybody's anticipating the moment it finally happens. it's obsessed with the back-and-forth while simultaneously desperate for a release, and good god does every character get to have theirs in the end.
Bad: [Through tears of laughter] Careful where you crouch! Careful where you crouch, Pepito!
Richarlyson: "no" *crouches to hell*
Today's stream was very bittersweet, but this moment gave me a good laugh, and I hope it'll do the same for you (poor Pepito, lmao). I don't think I've ever heard Bad laugh like this before.