#good night y'all !!

[runa-falls]

friendly favors

pairing: best friend!steven grant x reader

w/c: ~750

c/w: suggestive content (18+)

a/n: SCREAMING this into the void (YEA I KNOW I HAVE WIPS BUT FUCK IT)

part two | part three

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the arrangement started when you noticed how stiff he was next to you as you watched a movie. even though his eyes were locked onto the screen, you could tell that his mind was elsewhere.

his leg bounced nervously when you looked over at him. he thought you wouldn't notice his embarrassing hardness under your shared blanket, but he was so desperate that his bulge was quite obvious, even with the extra layer.

it was the film that made him like that.

as your pick for the week, you chose a particularly adult film compared to the usual sci-fi/fantasy marathons you've been having. so far, there's been at least 3 make out scenes and 2 sex scenes.

steven's been counting.

usually, he would be fine.

if the actors didn't have insane chemistry that could convince the audience that they're really in love and obsessed with each other, he wouldn't be in this position.

unfortunately, that extra touch of genuineness turns him on to an unbelievable degree.

he couldn't even stand up and excuse himself the first time they kissed because he was already harder than he'd ever been in his life.

then there was you, sitting right next to him, smelling as lovely as always, dressed in comfy clothes that make him delirious. and then there's the way you look at him, speaking to him like he's a sleepy puppy. like a fragile thing for you to take care of.

"you want some help?" he freezes at the soft sound of your voice.

the movie was turned down low (to placate the neighbors) so he couldn't just ignore you and pretend like you didn't say something. you sound so sweet like you're offering to fold his laundry out of the goodness of your heart.

"help...? with what?" his eyes avoid yours as his hands attempt to pull a throw pillow over his lap. you gently slip it out of his hand with a soft smile and plop it on the carpeted floor.

"you seem a bit stressed, steven." you sound breathy as you take in his flushed appearance, appreciating his disheveled curls and shy glances. "let me help you relax, honey."

"i dunno...what you're talking about." he continues to play dumb, too mortified that this conversation is happening, but he can't avoid it once you peel the blanket off of both of you.

"this." his breathing quickens rapidly as your hand smooths over his thigh and palms over the tent of his pants.

"oh..." you squeeze and he loses his sight for a second. "...that" he barely wheezes out.

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you're best friends with steven -- and you have been for a while. as a long-time tour guide, you took him under your wing when he started to train at the museum (he got a promotion!) and it wasn't long before he happily let you invade his life outside of work too.

now you have weekly movie nights, alternating lunch 'dates' (if he shows up to work), and daily 'friendly favors', or hook ups if you want to be brash (again, if he decides to show up).

you spend so much time with him, you really don't understand why he doesn't get the hint and just ask you out already!

you're know he can be naive, but you're still surprised that he truly believes you're loving on him as a friend. he's so hesitant, like you'd refuse him if he tried to kiss you or hold you close, even though you've shown him time and again that you crave his touch and affection.

you can tell he really appreciates your help though, always being gentle when he uses your mouth and throat, and cleaning you up when he's done. he makes sure to tell you when he's about to cum, not wanting to make a mess, though you'd love it if he would.

at the end he always says "thank you" like the polite boy he is as if you're doing him a favor, when really, you're being quite selfish, taking everything he gives you with hidden desires and intentions. then he steps away from you with a blush, zips himself back into his pants, and pretends like he wasn't just whining and begging for your tongue.

today is different though.

today, you weren't the one to make the first move.

steven was.

"love. could we--instead of you helping me...i was wondering if i could use my mouth on you."

"me?"

"if you don't want to--"

"no! i-i...let's try it out."

--

ok, this literally isn't my fault. i've been seeing steven posts/edits/fics/ideas BLASTED on my dashboard. WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO IF NOT WRITE SOMETHING INDULGENT 😭

[rambheem-is-real]

Varadha's Greatest Strength Part 2

read Part 1 here

warnings: slight NSFW, implications of torture

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It's much later when Deva and Varadha get to go back to Varadha's mansion, after the negotiations with the Shouryangas. They had taken up the entire day, but the very fact that the Mannarsi were willing to cooperate, and the presence of Deva had helped make a deal that both tribes liked. Varadha could see the relief in the bodies of everyone around him, a lightness that he hadn’t seen since years before. 

He had done it. The fantasies he’d forbidden himself to have growing up, of becoming the karta and ruling Khansaar, he could make them all come true. He wasn’t selfish enough to dream of having money, of having the newest manufactured weapons from around the world. All he wanted was to see his little brother, his men happy for once. Not eyed with thinly disguised disgust, or suspicion whenever they tried to walk around the city. Not threatened with violence just because Varadha had no power to stop it. Now, Varadha was the ultimate authority of Khansaar. No one would cross Varadha’s men, and he would ensure that their punishment would be suitably violent if they tried. 

As they enter Varadha’s place, still holding hands, Varadha feels Deva consciously change his pace so that he enters right foot first, along with Varadha, and the simple gesture sparks Varadha up inside. He has to fight to resist pulling Deva down for a kiss again. There’s time for that, he tells himself. 

Once they’re inside, Bilal and the others immediately scatter with flimsy excuses and knowing looks between themselves. Varadha sees Deva’s cheeks turn red out of the corner of his eyes, and Varadha himself isn’t entirely unaffected. Am I that obvious? he wonders. 

Maybe not that obvious, as Baachi turns to talk to him like nothing unusual is happening. 

“Anna-” he’s cut off by the mute boy physically dragging Baachi away, ignoring his protests. “What are you…” Baachi trails off as the boy presumably tries signing something. “WHAT??? THEY’RE GONNA-” the rest of the sentence is cut off as they hear the back door open and close.  

Varadha and Deva are left the only two on the first floor, air tense. Varadha turns to Deva, still holding his hand. The blush hasn’t gone anywhere. Varadha is incredibly fond of the way the towering, muscular man has managed to look this cute.  

There’s a question in Deva’s eyes, waiting for Varadha’s permission to be asked. 

Fuck it. Varadha knows what they both want anyway. He cups Deva’s face and brings him down for their second kiss. The first had been a simple press of lips, completely unplanned. Deva had just looked so good on his knees, calling him his Sulthan so reverently, that Varadha couldn’t control himself. 

This one was different. 

Varadha almost loses himself in the sensation of those wet, warm lips, and the gentle scratch of Deva’s beard against his, when the kiss is abruptly broken. Deva only leans back a few inches, but far enough to deter Varadha from instinctively closing the gap. 

“What, raa?” he whispers to Deva. “Getting cold feet now?” Varadha’s joking but lead pools in his stomach. Both times they kissed, Varadha had initiated. Did Deva really not feel that way for him? Was it purely platonic? Did he just not want to refuse Varadha in front of everyone else in that room?

Deva gently wraps his arms around Varadha’s lower back, pressing them slightly closer. He gives him the stare that Varadha had always remembered, the one filled with pure steel. The look that told Varadha, I’m here. I’ll protect you. I’m here for you, and he unconsciously relaxes a bit. 

“Rey, is this what you want?”

Varadha frowns. “Deva?”

“Is this what you want? The whole time I’ve been here, I’ve seen you do everything either out of fear or for the sake of other people.

I love you. I can say that, because it’s true. You’re everything to me, Varadha. There’s not a single day out there that I didn’t think about you and what you might be doing behind these walls. But I don’t want you to feel obligated in any way.”

Varadha blinks, stunned. “And I love you, raa.” He brings Deva’s face down again, this time instead to press his forehead against the other man’s. “I don’t think there’s ever been a time where I haven’t loved you. I genuinely do want you by my side, not just as my fellow leader, but as a life partner.”

Deva looks like he’s searching Varadha’s eyes. “You’re not saying this to keep me happy, are you? To keep the Shouryangas happy?” He suddenly leans back. “Just say the word, Varadha. One word, and I’ll never bother you again. I’ll kill them all myself if that’s what it takes for you to know peace. You wanted me here to protect your brother, right? I’ll consider that my purpose and leave you alone.”

Fuck. Varadha doesn’t know exactly what Deva has been through in the last twenty five years, but he’s realizing Deva was probably just as miserable as him. He swallows, and silently vows to make sure Deva never feels this worthless ever again. 

Varadha lets go of Deva’s face and reaches behind him to grab Deva’s hands. He presses kisses to the knuckles of each hand, letting the affection show through him. Gripping both hands, Varadha states, “I would rather kill myself, than watch you leave again. I can’t go through that again, raa.” He watches Deva’s lips open into a hopeful smile. “So, unfortunately for you,” Varadha says as he leans in, “You’re stuck with me forever, even if you don’t like it.” He stops himself the barest distance away from Deva, and waits. 

“Okay, I’m yours,” Deva breathes, before finally closing the distance. 

Varadha doesn’t know how they make it to his room, honestly. All he can recall is Deva’s lips on his own, his hands wandering up the backside of Deva’s shirt to feel the Shouryanga scars adorning the strong muscles. At some point, Deva had asked whose room, and Varadha had just replied, “Ours.” 

As they cross the threshold of the room, Deva picks Varadha up, carrying him the last few feet before he’s gently deposited onto his bed, the action a lot hotter than Varadha wants to admit. 

They kiss for a while more, until Deva sits back on his heels next to Varadha. 

“How far did you want to go?” Deva asks, slightly out of breath. Whatever he sees on Varadha’s face makes him blush deeply once more. “I’ve never done… any of this.” 

Varadha had forced himself to not think about any partners Deva could have taken in the last twenty five years, had just hoped he was happy and left it at that. But to know that Deva hadn’t even sought anyone out, that he had held onto the love he had for Varadha, it makes him satisfied in a way he knows he shouldn’t be. 

“I haven’t either,” he answers, and delights in seeing Deva’s eyes darken, clearly feeling the same possessiveness. What a pair they were. “I don’t lack an imagination, though.” Varadha doesn’t want to take it too far so soon, but he also doesn’t want to stop right now. “Take your shirt off.”

Deva’s eyebrows lift at the order, but there’s a glint in his eyes that Varadha knows means he’s enjoying himself. 

“Yours too,” Deva counters, and Varadha obliges. 

Nakedness was not something either were unfamiliar with. As children, they had bathed together, and seen each other in various states of undress. It was a privilege that Varadha hadn’t granted anyone else, even Baachi. He quite literally trusted Deva with his unprotected back. As such, both stripped briskly, and the thought of being seductive about it occurred to Varadha too late. 

He swallows at the sight of the sudden expanse of muscle, though. His Deva is well defined, hours spent laboring in the forges resulting in an exquisite body. Varadha aches to be able to taste those shoulders, press down on the brown nipples, leave nail marks all over Deva’s abs, but he also knows he has no idea what he’s doing, and doesn’t want to scare Deva off.

Deva in turn has also been appreciating Varadha’s bare chest, but Varadha can see his eyes trail to… oh no. Deva’s starting to frown and Varadha knows it’ll turn into a whole conversation if he doesn’t stop it here, so he climbs right into Deva’s lap and kisses him again. 

 “I’ll tell you later, raa,” he whispers. 

The atmosphere is softer, less heated than how it was downstairs, and Varadha takes his time exploring. He presses a kiss to the other man’s forehead, Deva’s eyes fluttering shut. Tilts his head down to kiss the beautifully curved nose, then meets his lips again. Deva in turn presses kisses just above Varadha’s lips where his nose ring falls, then manages to find a particularly sensitive spot of skin just below Varadha’s ear. 

The pressure starts building up again, this time pooling in his groin, so Varadha experimentally grinds down. Deva moans at the sudden contact, and Varadha decides that’s the most beautiful sound his Deva has ever made. He resumes kissing Deva, while slowly setting a rhythm with his hips. Deva starts rocking into him as well, clumsy at first but matching his speed soon after. The kisses turn more frantic as they move against each other, and Varadha stops thinking; lets himself just feel the sensations. 

He doesn’t know how long its been until Deva’s making a ruined noise, hips stuttering, and buries his head in Varadha’s shoulder. The knowledge that he had just- that Deva had just- is enough for Varadha, and the heat inside him crests. He cries out as he rides through whatever this sensation is, feeling the release inside the fabric of his dhoti. 

The two just hold each other for a few moments, regaining their breaths. Deva then pushes down until they’re lying down, Varadha on his back and Deva on top of Varadha, head resting on Varadha’s chest. 

It’s where he belongs, Varadha thinks. 

Deva looks up, resting his chin on Varadha’s sternum. He wraps his hands around Varadha’s back, and Varadha goes to smooth out Deva’s hair. 

“Good luck getting rid of me now,” Deva grins. “I won’t leave even if you try to kill me.”

“I should be telling you that,” Varadha retorts. “You’re mine now.”

“Yours,” Deva easily agrees. He opens his mouth to say something else, then starts wheezing as something seemingly just occurs to him. 

“I just realized…” Deva’s doubling over, clutching Varadha’s hips. “My mom’s going to skin you.”

Uh oh. Varadha had completely forgotten about Amma. Even at his ripe age he was still scared of the stick she had used to discipline them both as kids. Forget the stick, she had an incredible ability to make him feel absolutely miserable as she obliterated them with words. He swallows, and rolls them over so Varadha can cuddle into Deva.

“Actually, that’s a problem for tomorrow. It’s sleeping time now.” 

“Okay raa,” Deva says, still giggling to himself. 

Varadha stops fighting his own smile. Deva’s back with him, against all odds. Maybe he can persuade Amma to stay here as well. 

Deva. Amma. Baachi. His men. 

Everyone he’d ever loved, and they were all with him. He goes to sleep, legs wrapped around Deva, still smiling. 

tags: @deadloverscity @sada-siva-sanyaasi @sambaridli @sometimesbrave @just-a-lazy-person @vijayasena @mad-who-ra @umbrulla @jitterbugbetty @chocolate-1-0-1 @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao @sinistergooseberries @tulodiscord @varadevaficrecs @hum-suffer @nini9224 @varadevlawyer

[thesamoanqueen]

Mainevent time? Bed time for me bye

[kn96artworks]

outfit details ft snekman

[alalumin]

Final post of the night, going to eat strawberry sorbet while watching my favourite κακός χαμός video to unwind ^_^

[stupidelliott]

I FUCKING LOVE MINECRAFT

[compressedrage]

I'm super tired so I will be going to bed after this but I just needed to speak another weird thought into the world:

Did Victim leave Chosen tied to the chair? In the Box?

Is Chosen just sitting there for a little bit? The ropes weren't that tight when Victim wasn't holding them, so I assume Chosen can get out if he wanted

Will he be up and free in the next episode or will he remain tied to the chair?

Did Victim ever take the memory headset off? Is the image of Yellow still up on the wall?

What's happened here, I can't wait to know

[crispycreambacon]

Taking a break from business exam revisiom to post these. This is Professoar [gets whacked to death with an oar]

(Lyrics on the first image are from My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski, the doodle on the bottom right of the 1st image is based on this meme, and the doodle on the bottom of the 2nd image is based on this post by EggyDaxy on Twitter)

[mckitterick]

Symmetrical Boops

okay, maybe it's time to go to sleep

[p0megranamanat]

i made a mike + will picrew using this picrew!!

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Sex is great, yeah, but have you ever experienced the plain orgasmic feeling of stepping out of your combat boots after 12 hours of wearing them?...

[iwanttobepersephone]

EXCUSE ME?????????

MY ART?????

ON GOOGLE??????

It's linked to a completely different post though??? Is there any way to fix that???? How does this work??????? What?????? 😭😭

[dwalendinhetniets]

Thanks for the tag @armandjolras !!

I am just going to do a couple of my personal favourites, they are not really in any particular order. Just ones i like! (So this thing got a bit away from me so the rest is under the Keep Reading hihi)

Okay i said literally a sentence ago that there wasn't going to be an order but: Elisabeth das Musical just has to be at the top for me. I mean, the brainrot this show has given me, i just cannot stop thinking about this show . It has invaded my brain since i rewatched it in full like two (?) years ago. (The first time i saw i was like. Whut the flipper is this, but then i rewatched and i understood) it's just kakdjshwj

Anyways, another show i keep coming back to is Come from away. Like, the story is just so beautiful and showing how kind and wonderful humanity can be! I also have to cry a little bit every time i listen to it (the "Turn on your radio" in welcome to the rock always gets me)

Next up is Anastasia and although the story is pretty okay to me the songs are just so wonderful and fantastical to listen to. I can't really explain it and this is not going to make sense but this musical feels (to me) a bit like Tangled, like it has the same vibes somehow??? Even though they are completely different stories but idk that's how my brain works (athough now that i think about it.... princess cut off from family goes on a journey with a conman and finds family back and also she falls in love with the conman....hmmmmm)

I want to put Doornroosje/De drie biggetjes/De kleine zeemeermin on here as well because they are pure nostalgia and i watched those so much as a child that i still know most of the songs and they are just fun

Hadestown is another show i looove but i don't really have words to describe my feelings for it but uhm... a cyclical story, greek mythology, just the overall feel, the simplicty!!!!

Romeo et Juliette/Rómeó és Júlia this show is also very good. Just solid songs and a fun take on a classic story. The Hungarian version is my favourite, i love how intense and apocalyptic it is and the whole production is just iconic

Honorable mentions to Six, Mozart! das Musical, Rebecca das Musical, Notre Dame de Paris, Tanz der Vampire, Hamilton (yes i still like it. Deal with it lol) and Moulin Rouge

[thesamoanqueen]

since ken won't be around, I had the idea to stay up and watch Raw. Then I remembered that my man is not there, Jey is in a tag match and there's the draft, but it will last three hours and so I chose to wear my pajamas.

[kn96artworks]

🦋🩵🪻

[chiosavince]

Birthday tomorrow woooo!!