#we slapped that shit together and I was a hot mess and they still look fantastic

[sagittariangirl27]

This reminds me of one of my first tumblrs. I started with erotic art, and ended up finding myself. I will be back here soon.

[rinhaler]

ok but like nanami or geto fucking us in a room and gojo just goes in without knocking and sees. and it’s all awkward and he leaves but then ends up going into another room to jerk off cause it was kinda hot…

i would like to maintain that i am not a getou fucker but i hope u enjoy this nonnie :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, vaginal sex.

words: .9k

“O-Oh, shit, Suguru… should we stop?” you pant, your boyfriend still smothering your neck in soft kisses. It’s an answer in itself, but he still feels compelled to breathe the words softly against your skin.

“No, sweetheart, he’ll be fine.” he coos, nibbling on your earlobe. Ultimately distracting you completely from the awkward encounter of being walked in on while you’re naked with Suguru’s cock balls deep in your cunt.

Satoru leans against the wall for a moment while your bare form runs rampant through his mind. The way your swollen, bitten lip fell from your teeth as you moaned while riding Suguru’s thick length.

The way skin slapping against skin filled the room as he relentlessly pounded into you. How sweaty you both appeared to be. You must have been at it for a while. And Satoru has never been so jealous.

He’d always had a thing for you, but kept it to himself out of respect for his best friend. But, fuck, that’s a hard thing to ignore. And now he’s dealing with another hard thing to ignore.

He shouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

But he finds himself instinctively walking to his own dorm room and leaning against the wall that he shares with Suguru. He can still hear you going at it. And his heart flutters.

You know how thin the walls are, and yet you’re making no effort to conceal your salacious little moans. You’re doing it for him, aren’t you? That’s what he thinks, anyway. That’s how he reasons it as he pulls off his t-shirt and throws it to the ground. His sweats come down just enough for him to grab his aching cock.

And the little hiss he emits is pornographic as he makes contact with himself. He’s so turned on, so sensitive it’s almost sore to touch himself. But he can’t help it. He needs this.

He runs his hand over his drooling cockhead and is even taken aback himself by what a mess you’ve made of him. Without even trying. His head falls back against the wall with a gentle thump as he closes his eyes and imagines he is the one fucking you right now. The way you’re trying to be quiet but failing completely as Suguru continues to fuck up into you and viciously pound against your g-spot without remorse.

It should be him.

He looks down at his cock. It’s red and throbbing with a burning desire to be stuffed inside of your precious little cunt.

“Hhng, ah! Suguru! Don’t, d-don’t stop baby.. haaah~!”

Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you? Even if his hand wasn’t already blurring as he fucks into his fist, he’d have to after that. You want him to hear, he was right. You want him to get off to the idea of you. Of fucking you. Of being a seedy little witness to your filthy show.

You act so innocent, but you aren’t. He should have known.

It’s always precious little things like you that are the most depraved.

He doesn’t want to stop touching himself. He wants to enjoy the feeling of pleasuring himself with you at the same time forever. But he can hear your hitching breaths. The way you’re struggling to keep up with Suguru and how he has to help you even more.

He doesn’t want to stop.

But he has to cum with you.

The way Suguru tries to silence himself as he shoots his load inside of you makes him smile. Like it’s some secret that you’re fucking. It’s well past that, now. Gojo had already borne witness to your natural instincts consuming you both.

He fists his cock faster. Harder. Suguru doesn’t stop fucking you, rubbing your clit with his thumb all the while. He can hear it in your shaky breaths. You're close. You’re so fucking close.

And you’ll cum together.

How romantic.

He doesn’t hold back his own moans as he hears you succumb to your building orgasm. It’s only right that you know what you’ve done to him, he thinks. And for a moment, it goes silent, when you realise what is happening in the room next door.

You’re covering your mouth, much to Suguru’s dismay. He yanks your hand away and interlocks his fingers with yours. Still fucking his softening cock into you relentlessly.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirks, “We wanna hear your pretty moans.”

And Satoru’s cock spurts glob after glob of white, shimmering cum onto his stomach as he moans boisterously for you. Suguru really is the best friend he could ask for. He could have so easily stopped fucking you and started a fight over the fact he’s masturbating over you.

He’s generous. Sharing you and your gorgeous moans with him. He didn’t have to, of course. But Suguru knows how lucky he is to have you. He feels sorry for every other man on earth since he knows no one else can have you.

“Fuuuuuuck me.” Satoru sighs as he finishes, jerking every last drop of cum he possibly can.

“You’re welcome, Satoru,” Suguru laughs, knocking his knuckle against the wall behind him. You collapse above his body, resting your head on his shoulder as you come down from your high. “Don’t make a habit of it, though.”

“A habit?” he laughs, knowing it’s far too late for that. “Next time, I want to watch.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[yelenaslyubov]

A New Frontier: Part 1

a new frontier // part 1 // part 2

main masterlist || yelena belova || requests

a/n: welcome to the first part of my first series! like i said in my announcement, i’m not sure how many parts this series will have, but as i see it now, definitely over 6 so get excited about that!! this first part is definitely a build up to everything will be contained going further, so there’s not much adventuring in this one. i hope you enjoy!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: yelena belova x reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: language

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: you’re granted the opportunity to join the avengers on your first top secret mission together. not only are you navigating your newfound status as an avenger, but you’re also trying to hide your affection for another avenger, yelena. you travel to your location in stealth and soon find out what kind of mess you’ve really gotten into.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.2k

Your eyes jolted open when you realized you had fallen asleep accidentally.

“…and we need to act fast in order to make sure we do our part in this mess. And remember, none of you jackasses better make a peep about this, I mean it.”

Shit.

You had fallen asleep during the majority of Tony’s mission announcement. This was the first stakeout call that you had been invited on since you had been recruited. Most jobs were simple and thorough—fighting and taking down a villain and so on. Everything was usually the same, except this time and you missed it.

“Alright, that’s all I got. Be ready and down to the pad in an hour.” Tony dismissed everyone from the room when they all dispersed and you were left disoriented from the meeting.

“AH, I’m so excited!” you heard Kamala squeal. You assumed she had been asked out on the mission as well, making this her first too. “I’ve never seen a horse in person before!”

Now you were even more confused as to what was happening. You decided to be surprised rather than ask too many questions, especially since you were new. You couldn’t be caught slacking on the job already.

You went up to your room to pack whatever you could with the little information you had. You remembered something being said in between your slumber about it being dry and hot, so you kept that in mind.

You packed all the toiletries you had since you did not know when you would return. You didn’t have a permanent suit currently, as it was still being worked on and you didn’t know when it was going to be done. You hoped you could finally break into it on this trip so you wouldn’t have to use one of the hand-me-downs.

You jumped as you heard a knock at your door. “Can I come in?” Kate shouted through the door. Even before you could speak Kate had opened the door and was on a mission.

“Do you have deodorant or a hairbrush? I-I must have lost mine or run out because I don’t know where they went.”

Kate was the first friend you had made since you had been recruited. You both hit it off immediately and she made the transition from normal life to super life much easier.

“How does one not know when they run out of deodorant?” you chuckled.

“I honestly don’t know. I think I kinda just slap it on without looking while I’m halfway out the door,” she stammered.

“Well in that case, yes, I have both deodorant and a hairbrush so you lucked out today.”

“Ugh, thank you, you’re a lifesaver,” Kate sighed. “Oh, by the way! If you’re all good with it I think Kamala was going to bunk with me and it’s three to a room so you wanna join?”

“Uhm, that sounds good,” you responded. You were nervous to be in such close proximity to so many new people, but you were excited to be involved in something this secretive.

“Awesome! Well, I’ll see you down there then.” Kate smiled and then ran out of the room in the same manner she came. It was then you realized you missed your chance to ask her what exactly you all were doing and what you should bring. It added even more mystery.

You had filled your duffel bag to the brim with anything you could think of—a couple books, clothes for all weather conditions, a swimsuit, a coat, etc. You had said goodbye to your room for the time being when you ran into another Avenger in the hallway.

“Oh, uhm hey.” You were face to face with a green-eyed woman looking slightly up at you. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“It’s good,” the woman smiled and shrugged. She walked off without saying a word and you felt an uncomfortable aura blooming.

The butterflies in your stomach slowed their flutter the farther away the woman went. You had learned in your first few days as an Avenger that her name was Yelena. She had short blonde hair and the most captivating eyes you had ever seen. She was nothing short of intimidating so you had exchanged little words between the two of you. This was most inconvenient for you because you were tired of her staring at you as if you were a bit helpless.

You hoped this trip proved otherwise.

You were still awkwardly standing in the hallway after your encounter with Yelena when Kamala came out of her room with what looked like all her belongings balances in her arms. You could make out her eyes peeking between different objects that looked like a fan and a small table.

“I hope I packed enough,” she said through muffled words. “I don’t know how long we’ll be gone.”

“I don’t think you’ll have any problem with that,” you laughed. You watched her carefully walk down the stairs with the rest of her things.

Based on everyone’s timely exit, you assumed that you should probably make your way down to load up. When you made your way down to the pad where everyone else was waiting. Everyone’s packs varied in size so you had no idea how your packing job compared to anyone else’s.

Wanda and Nat had a decent sized suitcase for the both of them to share and others had small duffel bags. You giggled a little to yourself when you saw Peter’s only bag which appeared to be his school bag.

“How did you manage to fit everything in there, Pete?” you asked him.

“Oh uhm all I really need is a few clothes, but the rest is homework.”

“You’re bringing homework on an Avenger’s top secret mission?”

“Uh… yes?”

“That sounds like a sad life, Peter Parker.” You looked to your right where Yelena was standing. “Do you do anything for your own pleasure… like ever?”

You, Yelena, and Peter all stood together staring at one another, waiting for someone to say anything.

“Alright!” Tony yelled. “It’s time to load up.”

Everyone made their way onto their biggest quinjet they had and found their seats. You sat towards the back of the jet as you filed in behind Yelena. Conveniently, you sat directly behind her so you had the perfect view for the duration of the flight. Kamala sat down next to you with her stuffed giraffe in hand.

You heard the echo of the seat buckles clanking together as everyone took their place. You then watched as Yelena twisted her hair up high and put it in a bun. You were mesmerized by the way her blonde highlights caught the glimmer of light shining through the small windows.

Kate looked back at you at the wrong moment because she caught you staring at Yelena. She smirked and winked, signaling that she planned on keeping your secret. Your face was flush with embarrassment. You had not planned to let anyone in on your little crush but there was no going back now. All you had to do was prevent Yelena from finding out.

Tony hopped on last and shut the large door behind him. “As much as I wish I was joining you on this part of the excursion, I’m going to be residing on a small base right outside of the airport we’ll be flying into. I’m working on tracking air transportation as well as focusing on the technical aspects of the issue. I will be checking in regularly.

“As much as I would love to fly everywhere, we have to be more careful.” You looked around at the others to see if they had any clue to what he was talking about. “Once we arrive at the airport, you’ll be assigned vehicles that you must transport in. Using jets gets too risky with the high volume of dust and dirt. You would be noticed too easily that way, so it’s much easier to fit in with the rest of the crowd. Another form of transformation will be provided… promptly.”

Tony sat down in the controller seat without another word, leaving only you at a loss of what could be coming.

You stared at the back of Yelena once again before falling asleep to the sound of her voice and buttons pushing from inside the jet

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You jolted awake at the sound of the large compartment door opening. It was abnormally bright and dust seemed to be swarming into the jet. You looked to your right to see Kamala passed out as well.

You stood up to stretch and grab your things, but you were distracted by the look on Yelena’s face as she stared at Kamala. She then turned to you and you were not sure what to do. Yelena looked as if she was trying not to laugh.

“You’ve got something about there…” Yelena gestured around the side of your mouth where you found dried drool from your peaceful sleep.

You frantically wiped it off the best you could and tried to shake the feeling of embarrassment that washed over you. “Oh, I’m sorry, thank you,” you nervously responded.

You proceeded to wipe everything off your face shamefully. You gave Kamala a small tap on the side of her arms in hopes to wake her up. She jolted awake as if she had been screamed at.

“What happened?” she said, groggily.

“You fell asleep…and it looks like we’re here,” you responded. You gathered your things and joined everyone at the front of the quinjet.

“Listen up!” Tony yelled. “This is where I leave you. You’ll be self-escorted from here to the designated vehicles that are waiting outside. I have implemented state of the art trackers and GPS in each of the vehicles. Try to use these vehicles as much as possible. When the time comes, by all means, do whatever is necessary to complete said task, but please, for the love of God, stay hidden. We do not need to be compromised and if I hear about any of you messing around…I will personally handle the situation, and you don’t want that.”

You looked back and forth from Kate to Kamala. You could tell Tony was being serious, which meant this mission was a whole lot harder than you led on in your mind.

As you all unloaded off of the jet the sun pierced through the door making you cover your eyes. Once your eyes adjusted to the brightness, you were met with the vast ground of red clay and trees in the distance. There was not a house or town in sight meaning you were far away from civilization.

“This is my worst nightmare,” Yelena whispered to Natasha.

“No kidding. I can already feel my skin sweltering,” she responded.

Your face recoiled when you saw the rides that were provided to each of you. “They’re joking right?”

“I wish,” Bucky said as he walked by you.

“Ain’t she a beaut, Cap?” Sam said while rubbing his hand back and forth down the side of the truck.

Before you were four rusty, beat-up pickup trucks that were supposed to be your rides for the time being. You weren’t even sure how long they were going to last. They were most definitely older than you.

“Are we sure these are safe to drive…or ride in?” Yelena questioned.

“They’re top of the line, I assure you,” Steve said.

“Maybe when you were born,” she mumbled.

You laughed at her comment and Yelena turned around to look at you and she smirked. Your face couldn’t help but turn a deep shade of pink, but you hoped the heat would disguise your blushing.

“Alright, let’s hit the road. We’re burning daylight here and it’s a two hour drive,” Steve informed everyone which earned a groan from each of them.

Steve, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Peter took one of the trucks and planned on leading the way to the house. The rest of you assumed you could fit in one truck but there were two left and needed to utilize them both. One truck could seat five and the other could seat three; there were six of you left and you each knew you couldn’t leave someone behind by themselves.

“Race ya!” Kamala yelled. Nat, Wanda, Kate, and Kamala began to run to the five seater truck, while you and Yelena stayed behind. I guess you both assumed that it wasn’t worth fighting over.

You were hesitant to say anything at first but you were curious. “Why didn’t you go with them?”

Yelena shrugged. “My sister and Wanda can get gross when they’re together so I would rather be 100 feet away. But I hope you know I’m driving.”

You nodded in agreement, not wanting to go against her wishes. How could you say no?

You and Yelena put your belongings in the trunk of the car and shut it nice and tight so there was no way it could fly out and escape. Yelena climbed in the driver's seat while you sat next to her in the passenger's seat. The truck started with a sputter and music started blasting through the radio. Tony Keith’s voice rang out, causing you to plug your eyes.

“If this is what the trip has in store,” you gestured to the nature outside and then to the radio, “it’s going to be a long trip.”

“I think my ears are bleeding,” Yelena groaned.

“How about I do this.” You made the executive decision to turn the music completely off. “Better?”

“Much.” Yelena was satisfied with your choice. She followed the kicked up dust trail that led to the truck in front of them. They were farther ahead but you both hoped you hadn’t lost them.

In the meantime, you decided to look around the truck to see what all treasures were held inside. Just by looking at it, it didn’t seem to be anything special. The dash was covered in dirt and dust and old, empty bullet shells rested on top. There were no cup holders for drinks, only a bench seat that could fit another person. You found yourself wondering what would happen if you scooted just a bit closer. You brushed off the thought and continued your scavenger hunt.

There was no backseat, only a small gap that could fit a slender bag. There was a tacklebox that slipped under your seat, so you decided to dig through it. You gasped as you opened it to reveal a pistol made out of vibranium. You could spot it from anywhere.

“Woah!” you admired it. You shifted the small pistol in your hand, observing the craftsmanship.

“Oh shit,” Yelena said. Her eyebrows were raised, telling you she was just as impressed.

“They really did the most.” You took another look at it before you put it back where it belonged and slid it back under the seat. “What we’re to happen if we were stopped somehow and we had that in the car? Wouldn’t they do the math?”

“Look at this thing,” Yelena said plainly.

You looked around at the crusted steering wheel, the patchy seats, and the dirty covered floor. “I suppose you’re right.”

Yelena sighed and continued driving.

You watched the world go by as the clay mesa crowded your vision. It was beautiful in its own way and it was nothing like you had ever seen. The plateau of rock and the arches that presented themselves high off the ground. You may even learn to love it.

You then turned your attention to the driver. Yelena did not go anywhere in public without dressing her best. She was wearing wide cut jeans, a cropped shirt, and high leather boots. The dedication impressed you, especially in this weather. Your eyes wandered from her clothes to her skin and how her olive tone was tanned from the sun. Her eyes twinkled with the reflection of the endless blue sky and you found yourself drowning. Of course until Yelena looked over at you because you had been in a daze for too long.

You turned your attention back out the window with the hope that she wasn’t paying attention to your admiration. The more you stared out the window, the heavier your eyelids were. Eventually, you found yourself drifting to sleep once again with dreams of twinkling green eyes.

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You felt a push on your left shoulder but you didn’t move.

There was another push this time, but much harder, causing you to sit all the way up. To your surprise, it was night. You rubbed your eyes and looked to your left to find that Yelena was staring at you.

“Did you know that you snore?” she said outright. Yelena unbuckled and got out of the truck, leaving you stunned all alone.You decided that it would be better not to respond because you wish you could forget it ever happened.

As you slid out of the truck, you looked up at the stars. You had never seen the sky so clear in your life. It was like lightning bugs had hung themselves way up high for everyone to see. You were so distracted by the sky that you didn’t notice where you were.

When you snapped yourself out of your trance you looked around. You were now surrounded by some species of pine tree you couldn’t recall with scarce grass. You were most certainly still in the desert but had traveled farther in the new direction.

In addition, you seemed to be up on a cliff. You looked around once more and there was no sign of a house, let alone anyone else.

“Uh, Yelena,” you questioned. “Where are we?”

Yelena was crouched down ahead of you looking down from the earth when she shushed you. You tried not to take too much offense. You walked to where she was in hopes of figuring out what was going on.

“Yelena, I said, where are-” Yelena covered your mouth quickly. You wanted to resist but all you could do was yell silently into the palm of her hand.

“Be quiet,” Yelena whispered, then held up a finger to her lips as she uncovered her hand from your mouth.

You huffed. “I just want to know what we’re doing out here? Where is everyone?”

“I took a little detour,” she admitted. “I just wanted to scope out the competition and Tony had already wired the GPS with significant locations so I knew where to go.”

“He should’ve known better,” you shook your head. You were already in this mess with her so you might as well finish it.

You focused your eyes to where she was looking to find a small sized building. It was nothing like you pictured it would be in your head. There was a flagpole outside the fence gates with an American flag on it accompanied by another flag that you could not make out. You squinted harder to see what picture was made out on the fabric.

“Is that…” You could spot the unique design of a skull with its six arms recoiled under.

It was Hydra.

//

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[ayeyolooo]

we cry together

pt1 pt2 pt3

mature things, cursing, use of the n word and more stuff. 17+

“GIMME MY FUCKING KEYS” you yelled out loud reaching for your keys. he yanked them backwards and turned his face up. “aye who you talking to??” he asked looking at you like you done lost your mind. “you fuck nigga. gimme my shit.” you said slapping him in the face. ony paused for a second to gather what just happened. “y/n i know that you didn’t just slap my in my fucking face.” ony said making sure that what he was saying was true. “you know what i don’t wanna be with your cheating ass anymore.” you said grabbing your but tote purse and threw anything that you could in it. ony walked up behind you and grabbed your neck. “aye tighten up y/n foreal, ion know what your lil friends been putting in your head but ian been cheating on you. i told you that i be working.” ony said adding a little pressure to your neck. bad timing you thought, your body went hot and your underwear began to moisten. “see yo friends mad because you got a good man y/n. i work for you, tell me when was the last time you had to work in somebody job when you got with me, hm?” he asked tilting his head to the side. his tatted hand was still around your heck. you had the dick face. you looked stupid. “who else gets you what you want when you want it?” he asked. you looked everywhere else, but at him. “see you looking all stupid and shit because you want to listen to them hating ass friends of yours.” ony said shaking his head and scoffing. “well why do you smell like perfume?” ony shook his head. “i was at a strip club.” you furrowed your eyebrows. “i was doing a deal, i promise you i wasn’t messing with no other girls bra.” ony said shaking his head. your eyes tearwd up. “i don’t fucking believe you. you stay lying ony, but you know what. i with the best for you and that bitch that you fucking.” you said nudging his face away from you and walking away to the bedroom tv. you turned it on and clicked on spotify. ‘come and see me.’ by drake and party next door began to play lowly in the background.

“aye first of all. what did i tell you bout that mouth?” ony said. ony walked up to you, and placed his hands on both of your cheeks. “listen y/n. you’re my sweet baby. i would never ever trade you for anything. no i wasn’t cheating on you my heart. i was making a sale to connie, and this stripper came up to me and started to rub on me” he began explaining. your tears began streaming from your eyes and you sniffed as you continued to let him explain. “ i told her to get off of me that that i’m married to my beautiful woman. i then showed her my home screen.” he said pulling out his phone and showing you his screen. your heart was in awe it was you smiling wide at a joke that he has said. “pleas don’t cry my sweet girl.” he said wiping your tears. ‘triggered’ by jhene aiko began to play as ony sat on the end of the bed pulling you by your waist. you stood in between his legs as he looked up at you with his brown eyes. he pulled you ontop of him as your lips connected. he pulled away from the kiss and looked at you. “you’re the only girl that i’m fuckin’ he said laying flat on the bed and pulling you ontop of him.

imma make one more last part. then after that part this is going to be over😭😭.

[kyokopi]

Smut continuation of this ask! because I couldn’t help myself MDNI!

Warnings under cut!

Tags: Switch!Soul Handjob,Oral Sex (both receiving) Masturbation Mention. Fem bodied reader,cum eating (I’m ashamed) Dirty Talk

Before drifting off you feel one of your legs brush across Shota’s crotch totally by accident. You felt a familiar semi-hard bulge under his sweats and of course, it twitched.

“Are you seriously hard right now?”

You whisper yell at him in a joking manner pushing the piplup’s head down so you can see Shota’s reddening face.

He starts to ramble explanations and excuses swearing he didn’t climb onto your porch for sex bla bla bla.

You two have messed around before but never at your place always at his dorm usually when his friends aren’t around in his room when his roommate isn’t there. He even recently ate you out in his living room when his roommates went to bed after movie night then took you home like it was absolutely nothing.

Shota stops rambling when he feels your socked foot tracing his length in his sweats he sighs eyes closing, and reflexively he starts rubbing your upper thigh slightly bucking his hips.

you throw piplup to the side out from between you before light pushing him on his back straddling him.

“oh my god nooo, y/n piplup’s watching” he jokes leaning up and kissing you on the cheek.

“Shut up ”

You say laying your head on his chest and reaching your hands under his hoodie feeling his bare skin before lifting it over his head.

Shota snakes his hands under your oversized shirt caressing the dimples of your back and groping your ass with the full palms of his hands.

You lay kisses along his neck trailing down to his belly button toying your fingers around his waistband to his sweats.

“you want me to repay the favor soulie?”

Pushing your hand in his pants cupping his length through his boxers looking up at him making eye contact as a visible tremor goes through his body. Shota swallows and nods lifting his hand to pull his hair out of his face his cheeks visibly flushed.

“from last week?” he stutters out while you trail your fingers up and down his member wishing it was your bare hands on him.

you hum in response pulling his sweats and boxers down in one swift motion being faces with his half-hard cock not too girthy but long and curved upwards.

“I wish I could’ve solved your problem then but it was too late I’m sorry baby”

You say licking your palm before lightly caressing his length to full hardness.

He swallowed sitting up on his elbows catching your eyes once again.

“d-don’t say sorry you had finals the next day…fuck don’t look at me like that”

you turn your head to the side keeping eye contact while pumping his cock.

“You made me cum so hard my legs were shaking and were still worried about me getting sleep?”

His eyes darken nodding slightly as he watches you lean towards his tip letting out a soft moan as you begin slapping it against your tongue before kissing his tip.

“Did you jerk off after you took me home?”

You keep a steady pace and rub your hand on his thigh. Shota sighs with his eyes barely open.

“I couldn’t help it I wish I fucked you on that couch we had enough time”

He bucks his hips up to your thrusts a few times before restraining himself groaning in frustration.

“must have been hard keeping yourself together huh baby?”

he leans his head back against your bed frame taking in deep breaths trying not to cum just from a handjob.

“You were so wet I could’ve slipped right in-holy shit y/n”

you took this opportunity to lower your mouth onto his cock letting it enter your hot wet cavern. sneaking a hand down to your panties to start playing with your clit at the gasp he lets out while his cock twitches his hips stuttering he puts both of his hands on the nape of your neck.

“I needed this when you sent me that video”

You had sent him a short video of you playing with a dildo, playing meaning deepthroating it just to help him out a bit.

you take this as a sign to relax your muscles letting him hit enter your throat causing him to roll his eyes back and bite his lips.

“Can I?”

you look up at him feeling his fingers circling your neck and let out a moan vibrating around his cock.

he begins picking up your head and burrowing it into his lap slowly thrusting up into your mouth.

“I’m trying not to cum so fast but-“

He pulls out giving you a break while you’re still catching up on your breath your tongue is out millimeters away from his tip.

Shota makes a soft cooing noise while tapping his tip on your tongue.

“you’re unreal”

you spit on his tip and take an agonizingly slow lick from his balls to his tip before stroking just his tip watching his sanity slowly wither away with a smile.

“If nobody was home I’d fuck that smirk off your face.”

His raspy harsh whisper had you clenching around nothing obsessed over his soft voice briefly slipping away. dripping in anticipation giving you half a mind to drop all caution.

He lifts you to his face as you take both your hands now slicken with your juices and lay them hooked together at the base of his cock.

“If nobody was home how would you be fucking me right now”

Foreheads both dripping in sweat face to face he looks into your eyes letting out labored breaths. Shota begins to roll his hips slowly before roughly thrusting into your fists covered in saliva slick and precum. Each thrust gets stronger and quicker as he swallows again trying to keep his volume down as he’s nearing his end.

Using his free hand to shove your lips together like the only way he could breathe is by sucking your tongue as you pump his cock. His thrust slowing down he uses all his energy into the force of his thrusts. Laying his head on your shoulders with one last thrust he stills before cum spurts out releasing over your fingers and the bottom of your shirt he’s twitching with every spurt trying his best to deafen his moans in your shoulder.

Coming down from his release lets out an exasperated sigh before Shota pulls his boxers back over his softening member. wraps his arms around you in an embrace before shoving your back onto the pillows and settling himself between your thighs.

You immediately grab a the hem of your shirt biting it to muffle your moans as Shota licks you through your pantie while stroking the under side of your thighs.

He pulls your panties down and spits on his pointer and index fingers before inserting them into you.

Shota humors himself by tracing a wide variety of shapes with his tongue on your clit, loving the way your thighs try to close in on his head. he begins to pump his fingers faster hitting your g-spot repeatedly.

You grab more of your shirt to bite eventually getting the part of it covered in his semen instinctively sucking the stains into your mouth.

Shota uses his other hand to massage your clit with his thumbs as he moves his tongues attention your dripping holes.

“oh my god fuck i’m gonna cum”

You barely whisper whine out not being able to stop yourself from bucking your hips to meet his pumps.

Hearing this he retreats his fingers focusing his hands onto your thighs shoving his face between them lapping at your flowing juices like his life depends on it.

You reach your hand down to push him away the pleasure getting too much for your to handle as your breathing starts to slow.

Shota crawls up to you and finally drops to your side exhausted wrapping his arm over you kissing your cheek as you pull your blankets over both of you once more.

[vendettasfanfictioning]

The Nightmare of Zoldyck (Musical) was gay as fuck and here's why you should watch it.

Bingeing The Nightmare of Zoldyck reminds me just. Just how fucking gay it was??????? And this was made almost 11 years ago???? And it's just so insane and surreal to me?????? They could've added any sort of twist to the Zoldyck Arc and yet the twist they chose was 🌈🏳️‍🌈??? In all fairness, they did also add Hisoka so maybe that's just how it is lmao

Now you may think I'm joking or being delusional—but no I swear THEY MADE IT GAY AS FUCK OK. IT'S ACTUALLY AMAZING

First, we have the obvious; the adorable, blossoming friendship between Gon and Killua. The very reason this arc exists is because Gon refused to let Illumi's teachings corrupt Killua's self-esteem. It's so, so, so touching in the manga and both anime adaptations, but in the musical they just... The songs just made it come off more romantic?

I'm biased, I love the friends-to-lovers development these two undergo, but I swear, take the shipping goggles off and it's still has a subtle if not in-your-face obvious, romantic tone.

Why? First, the presentation. The Zoldycks are introduced by Milluki through song. They each get lines which are backed up by epic music and stage effects, come together for the iconic chant of, "Zoldyck," before ultimately gathering around and sitting down.

Kalluto, Kikyo, Illumi, Silva, Milluki, and Zeno have a family meeting while Killua's hung above them, representing where he is in the dungeon, and right off the bat, you get hit with "forbidden romance" vibes.

The family talks about what Killua did, what he said, while Killua sings about how he doesn't want to inherit his dad's position. HE ALSO SINGS THIS LINE WHICH IS SO?????

And he sings a little after Illumi visits him in the dungeon and, y'know, messes with his head even more. He writes a letter of sorts to Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio, telling them they should go to protect them from Illumi and he just sounds SO heartbroken...

Then we skip forward, this is after the gang has won Gotou's approval. Gon writes a letter, and it's so fucking sweet because it's basically him saying look. Look at Zebro, Gotou, Canary, these people who care for you, who love you. You're not alone, we understand your feelings, ok? AND THIS PANEL IN PARTICULAR IS SO RAPUNZEL SO ROMEO AND JULIET IDK

And that super serious discussion between Killua and Silva? He gushes about Gon a lot, and they really took some liberties with Silva because this man keeps grinning like he knows his son's got a crush.

And of course Gon's not gonna back down. Canary asks how their Young Master Killua was like, outside Kukuroo Mountain, and... just look.

I'm not gonna include every damn time they sing together but when they finally meet? They're so. so happy. I can't.

And there's this scene after the party (yes they have a goodbye party of sorts for Killua) where Killua thanks Gon for coming to get him and Gon says ofc we're friends and they play around and they're so happy together...

Look at them they ded

There's also this moment when it all goes to shit and THIS SONG SLAPS Gon metaphorically slaps Killua out of it too but just. Just listen to it, it made me cry

And since this happens right after the Hunter's Exam, Kurapika and Leorio are still a bit wary of Killua, so while Gon's ecstatic and unwavering about being Killua's friend, the other two sort of bond in the sidelines as well?

Take this shot of leopika dancing. It's short and sweet and they're so stupid but they're at least getting along!!!

I forgot they bickered a lot, especially during the Hunter's Exam, but now look at them. This isn't the gayest part though, because Leorio finds out there's a hot spring in the Zoldyck mansion... and... yeah... I'll let y'all watch this scene for yourselves but uh, stuff happens and I fucking screamed is all

LIKE LOOK THESE MFS END UP STAR GAZING TOO COME ON

They also share a bit in the end where Gon sniffs Zebro??? And he says that Zebro has a similar scent to Leorio??? And leopika turn to each other and go:

LIKE HELLO?? HELLOOOOO???

And of course, I saved the murder husbands for last. While the gang have their fun, we would sometimes cut to black and these two would be shown, scheming in the dark and talking about their own plans.

They be dropping some bomb ass dialogues tho

AND APPARENTLY ILLUMI GAVE HISOKA A TOUR LMAO

Mind you, there is no fucking explanation as to why Hisoka's there. His narrative purpose is ofc to sow chaos and stir trouble, look out for Gon or whatever, but why is he here specifically in the Zoldyck Estate is never stated. BUT he does refer to it as a vacation. Twice.

Like sure this is just him being a little shit but COME ON. If Illumi really didn't want him there, he'd have chased Hisoka out, swatting him with a broom while at it. But no. They scheme in the dark and Illumi shows him around and Hisoka says it's a vacation. Wonder who could've invited him.......

This interaction also happens. And I will only be thinking about this for the foreseeable future.

HISOKA CHASES AFTER HIM OFFSCREEN IT'S KINDA CUTE AND ALSO RUINING MY LIFE????

Insane that the killugon heart-to-heart, leopika hot spring moment, and hisoillu bickering happen back to back to back. They're all paired off. The way they switch the audience's perspective actually really satisfying. Each couple gets their alone time and it's like seeing the different stages of a relationship. INSANE and HELLA GAY

And, of course, the heart of the cards—easily one of the most iconic lines Hisoka's said, which is, coincidentally, the point of conflict of the entire musical

While Killua's fighting for his life, here's the magician who's basically getting everything he's ever wanted served on a silver platter. This mf is so happy he got to fight Illumi's family lmaoooo

AND HE SAYS IT TWICE!!!!

ONLY FOR MAMA ZOLDYCK TO MIC DROP WITH THIS IN THE END

I just. I love this musical so much. It used to be my comfort watch when I first got into HxH, and while I joke about how fucking gay it turned out to feel (I'm being serious about it though) I do think it's a great production.

The actors did amazing, the dance/fight sequences and the dialogue were so well done, and it just added so much depth to the Zoldycks, y'know? I do wish Alluka was here, but we all know why she's not... That would've been so fun though.

Anyways, if I've convinced you, then you can watch it here!!!

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 12

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“Oh, Alex, hey” I say after bumping into him. “I wasn't expecting to see you at work today. Don't you have the other shift anymore?”

“I do, yeah. But they asked me if I could cover for you while you were sick, and now the whole schedule is a mess.”

Oh, yes. Because I've been sick with the most horrible cold known to human history mixed with the worst stomach bug ever. My mother constantly told me that I was just overreacting, but I felt so poorly I thought they would have to take me to the hospital and that that would be the end. That I would leave this world without trying the rice. Because that hasn't happened either.

When we moved from St. George's to Tottenham training centre, Declan didn't come with us. The doctors checked his hamstring again and decided it was best if he went back home to rest since he would not be fit enough to play the next game, which meant that we didn't see each other again.

Then while he was out for the next couple of games with Arsenal, and like happened last time he was injured, he basically ignored me. Kennedy told me that it probably was because he loves football so much that when he can't play, he doesn't feel like the best company and just wants to be on his own, that James had done it too. But that annoying voice inside my head kept telling me that I had done something and he was ignoring me on purpose. 

After that I got sick, was in bed for like two weeks, and now here we are. It's been a month since the last time I saw Declan, and the most we've done has been send each other a couple of texts asking how we are and if we've recovered.

“Then are we working together again?” I ask Alex.

“Until they fix things, it looks like it, yes” he sighs. Great. He still hates me.

“Liv, this just arrived for you” one of our coworkers says. 

“Oh, thank you” I say, taking the small bouquet of red roses she was carrying. 

“Sorry for being so mia, I will make it up to you. Are you free Saturday night? DR” Alex says. 

“What…” Oh, shit. He's reading the card that came with the flowers. “That's personal!” I say, snatching it from his hands. 

“It fell from the bouquet and when I picked it up I couldn't help but read it” he shrugs. 

“Yes, of course. You couldn't help it” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“Is DR who I think it is or are you dating Daniel Ricciardo now?” he chuckles.

“What?”

“Liv, are you still seeing Rice despite basically everyone telling you it is a mistake?”

“We are just friends, Alex.”

“Now friends send each other red roses?” he laughs.

“Whatever.”

“He's a football player, Liv. He is bound to break your heart.”

“You don't know him.”

“And you do? C'mon. The moment he meets another girl he finds hot he will move on and forget about you. Or the moment he manages to get between your legs. Has he done it already?” 

“Fuck you, Alex” I say, slapping his face as hard as I can and walking away, taking deep breaths to stop me from crying. Stupid twat.

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Are you free Saturday night? That's what Declan's note said. And what did I think it meant? That we were going out for dinner or something like that, that we were going to have that date. But he had other plans, because he was playing on Saturday night.

“I want you to come to my game against Newcastle” he says over facetime.

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“I don't support Arsenal.”

“But you do support me, don't you?”

“Yeah, I guess” I shrug.

“Then come watch me play, Liv. If I score I will dedicate you the goal, I promise.”

“And do what, a L with your fingers or something?” I laugh. 

“For example.”

And now here I am, at the Emirates, a stupid smile on my face while I clap with everyone else as the players thank the fans for their support. Because they've won, and they've done it thanks to Declan's goal.

The game was the worst. Newcastle spent the 90 minutes provoking the Arsenal players, the referee only showing them yellow cards when they were the ones getting fouled. And when it looked like it would be ending with no goals, that Arsenal would be dropping points and leaving Manchester City alone on the top, the ball got to Declan and he shot.

I'm pretty sure the whole stadium held their breaths (me included) as the ball left his foot, all eyes on it as it moved past all the Newcastle players, the goalkeeper not managing to stop it. And when it hit the back of the net, we all screamed at the same time. The fans, the players, Arteta and his team. Everyone. 

He had done it. Declan had scored and won the game. And did he remember about the celebration? He did. He searched for me in the stands and did a L over his chest. Over his heart. Cheesy? Very. But I loved it.

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“Ok, so you stay here and get changed, and I'll be back once everything is ready.”

“Aren't you going to tell me what have you planned?”

“Nope” Declan smiles, kissing my nose and leaving me alone in his garage.

After a little make out session in his car once the game was over to show him how proud of him I was, we made it to his house, where he had planned something special. Something that he wasn't telling me about, and that for some reason involved me wearing the same clothes I had worn during our last night in Paris, having to get change in his garage because I couldn't see just yet what was inside the house. 

“It'll be worth it, you'll see” he had told me. 

And it better be, because putting on a nice dress between cars that cost three or four times what mine does is, to say the least, an experience.

“Are you ready, Liv?” Declan says, slowly opening the door.

“Yep.”

“Great. Then let's go” he says, offering me his hand. “Paris is waiting for us.”

“Paris?” I ask with a confused look.

“Paris” he smiles as we step into the house. 

“Oh my God, Declan!” I gasp.

“Do you like it?” he says, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I love it.” 

He had recreated Paris inside his house. He had printed photos from all the places we had visited during our trip and put them on the walls of the corridor that lead to the living room, including some of the ones we had taken together or of each other. But it didn't end there. Because inside the living room, he had recreated the restaurant where we had been that last night, candles and everything. He even had something like a live video of Paris at night playing on the tv to look as if those were our views.

“I wanted to make it up to you for that night. Give it a second go and make it as special as it was supposed to be.”

“Declan, this is… I… I don't know what to say.”

“Are you speechless?” he asks while moving to be in front of me, one of his hands caressing my cheek, the other on my waist, pulling me closer to him. 

“Totally” I somehow manage to reply. Because my heart is beating faster than ever, the butterflies on my stomach are throwing a party, and my knees are threatening to give up any moment now. 

“Good” he smiles before kissing me. 

That kiss was the first of many that night. Kisses that after the most perfect dinner, would lead us to his room. To our clothes scattered around the floor, to him making me feel things I didn't know were possible.

“Do you want to keep going?” Declan says, brushing his nose against mine. “This time I'm ready” he says, moving to open a small box sitting on his bedside table. 

“Oh my God, Declan. Who keeps his condoms in a Louis Vuitton box?” I laugh.

“I do” he smiles.

“What if one day someone comes in, opens it thinking it is a jewellery box, and sees that? Like, your mum, for example.”

“She'll probably be glad to know that I am taking precautions” he shrugs.

“You mean that you are taking precautions now.”

“Better late than never, Olivia” he grins.

“I seriously can't believe you chose to put them there” I laugh again. “It is so tacky.” 

“It may be tacky, but here you are, in my bed, completely naked, and waiting for me to make you moan my name. Again” he smirks. “Unless you want to stop, of course.”

“I mean, that box is giving me the ick but… No. I don't want to stop here. I want it all. I want you, Declan” I say, my eyes fixed on his as I say those last words. 

“I want you too, Liv” he says before kissing me.

[rottingbricks]

3000+ Word Rant On Why Boris and Theo Are Endgame and Had a Romantic Connection ✯

Forever and always will believe Theo and Boris are soulmates and they got married and lived their life together. (Maybe that's too much. Let me just explain why they have a very deep relationship)

Where do I start? So for one Boris was Theo's first kiss and sexual partner. They had a deep connection, felt safe with one another, and were practically inseparable. It's explained that Boris basically lived with Theo and was hardly ever at his own house. They also looked out for each other, Theo cleaned Boris' wounds after being beaten by his father and Boris comforted Theo on the loss of his mother —Here's a quote from the book; "And I suppose if either of us had lived in an even halfway normal household, with curfews and chores and adult supervision, we wouldn't have become quite so inseparable, so fast, but almost from that day we were together all the time.” (Tartt, chapter 5, section 12)

WHY THEO LIKES BORIS (YOUNGER) Everything is great between Theo and Boris but when Boris meets a girl: Kotku, it all goes to shit. But the way Theo responds to it is very telling. First off, Theo reflects on good moments with Boris after Boris got so wrapped up with Kotku; “I told myself I didn't miss him, but I did. I got stoned alone, watched Adult Access and the Playboy channel, read Grapes of Wrath and The House of the Seven Gables which seemed as if they had to be tied for the most boring book ever written, and what felt like thousands of hours—time enough to learn Danish or play the guitar if I've been trying—fooled around in the street with a fucked-up skateboard Boris and I had found in one of the foreclosed houses down the block. I went to swim-team parties with Hadley—no drinking parties with parents present—and on the weekends, attended parents-away parties of kids I barely knew, Xanax bars and Jagermeister shots, riding home on the hissing CAT bus at two a.m. so fucked up I had to hold the seat in the front of me to keep from falling out in the aisle. After school, if I was bored, it was easy enough to go hang out with one of the big lackadaisical stoner crowds who floated around between Del Taco and the kiddie arcades on the Strip. But I was still lonely. It was Boris I missed, the whole impulsive mess of him: gloomy, reckless, hot-tempered, appallingly thoughtless. Boris pale and pasty, with his shoplifted apples and his Russian language novels, gnawed-down fingernails and shoelaces dragging in the dust. Boris—budding alcoholic, fluent cursor in four languages—who snatched food from my plate when he felt like it and nodded off drunk on the floor, face red like he'd been slapped. Even when he took things without asking, as he all too frequently did—little things are always disappearing, DVDs and school supplies for my locker, more than once I'd caught him going through my pockets for money—his own possessions meant so little to him that somehow it wasn't stealing; whenever he came into cash himself, he split it with me down the middle and anything that belonged to him, he gave me gladly if I asked for it. (and sometimes when I didn't, as when Mr. Pavlovsky’s gold lighter, which I admired in passing, turned up in the outside pocket of my backpack)” (Tartt, chapter 6, section 4)

Theo took note that Boris was very physically touchy and that it made him a little bit nervous; “The funny thing: I’d worried if anything, that Boris was the one who was a little too affectionate, if affectionate is the right word. The first time he’d turned in bed and draped an arm over my waist, I lay there half-asleep for a moment, not knowing what to do: staring at my old socks on the floor, empty beer bottles, my paper-backed copy of The Red Badge of Courage. At last—embarrassed—I faked a yawn and tried to roll away, but instead, he sighed and pulled me closer, with a sleepy, snuggling motion. Ssh, Potter, he whispered, into the back of my neck. Is only me.” (Tartt, chapter 6, section 4) Then, Theo has a little gay panic — because of Boris being so affectionate; “It was weird. Was it weird? It was; and it wasnt. I’d fallen back to sleep shortly after, lulled by his bitter, beery unwashed smell and his breath easy in my ear. I was aware I couldn't explain it without making it sound like more than it was.” (Tartt) Near the end, Theo tries to play it off that what was happening between the two wasnt romantic, If Theo wasnt thinking of Boris in a romantic way why would he even be written to question or worry that they could come off in such a way? The fact Theo is worrying about it so much can only lead me to believe that Theo does think of Boris in a romantic light and is trying to deny it. Theo continues to explain ways Boris was affectionate towards him, further deepening the connection between the two of them; “On nights I woke strangled with fear there he was, catching me when I startled up terrified from the bed, pulling me back down in the covers beside him, muttering in nonsense Polish, his voice throaty and strange with sleep. We’d drowse off in each other's arms, listening to music from my Ipod.”

Then, the final nail in the coffin, Theo recalls the nights when he and Boris would partake in closer intimacy; “And yet (this was the murky part, this was what bothered me) there had also been other, way more confusing and fucked-up nights, grappling around half-dressed, weak light sliding in from the bathroom and everything haloed and unstable without my glasses: hands on each other, rough and fast, kicked-over beers foaming on the carpet—fun and not that big of a deal when it was actually happening, more than worth it for the sharp gasp when my eyes rolled back and I forgot about everything;” (Tartt) Afterwards, Theo mentions Boris and him never spoke of those nights, and that if people found out they were having sex they would; “think the wrong thing if they knew,”. However, Theo thought about those strange nights a lot and they clouded his mind at times, but, for Boris, it didn't seem like that. Theo notes Boris seemed unbothered by those nights; “But all the same he [Boris] seemed so completely untroubled by it that I was fairly sure it was just a laugh, nothing to take too seriously or get worked up about,” (Tartt) Since Theo uses multiple ways to get the ‘it's not a big deal’ point across. Saying it was a laugh, not serious, nothing to get worked up over, and uses all that when he's just going off of how Boris thinks and reacts to those nights. It can make the reader think that Theo, in contrast, does think of those nights in a serious, worked-up way. To further prove my point Theo was urged to discuss those nights with Boris, so he didn't ‘have the wrong idea’; “More than once, I had wondered if I should step up my nerve and say something: draw some sort of line, make things clear, just to make absolutely sure he didn't have the wrong idea.” (Tartt) Theo gets defensive over the thought of those nights, more importantly, the thought that Boris viewed those nights as something more, something romantic. This is even further pushing my earlier statement that a person who sees these moments as not romantic wouldn't be written to be worrying that it is romantic or that the other person sees it as romantic. So the fact Theo is worrying so greatly that these nights could even possibly be interpreted as romantic (especially when Boris isn't doing the same) can only have me further believing that it's because Theos is trying to deny or block out the actual romantic feelings he is having. Theo is so obsessive on this romantic or not topic that it comes off like Theo has a fear of becoming an orientation that he believes he isn't and that bleeds into internalized homophobia. Theo ends off this recall moment by stating; “I hated how much I missed him.” (Tartt)

There's another moment when Theo is thinking about how Boris is constantly around Kotku and hardly ever with Theo anymore. Theo tries to reassure himself; “But who cared what crappy girl Boris liked? Weren’t we still friends? Brothers practically?” (Tartt) Theo says he and Boris have a brother-like companionship, this, out of context is weird to use to prove my point that they are romantic. But considering all the context provided above this can once again be Theo trying to find an excuse to prove to himself that he and Boris aren't romantic. It's also obvious they aren't brotherly because the two are litterally having sex. In addition to this, right after that quote Theo admits; “Then again: there was not exactly a word for Boris and me.” (Tartt)

Finally, when Theo leaves Vegas he is rambling, trying to convince Boris to come with him, when; “I was still babbling when Boris said: “Potter.” Before I could answer him he put both hands on my face and kissed me on the mouth.” Shortly after. Once Theo is in the taxi he thinks to himself and admits to himself; “I'd stop myself from blurting the thing on the edge of my tongue, the thing I’d never said, even though it was something we both knew well enough without me saying it out loud to him in the street—which was, of course, I love you.” (Tartt, chapter 6, section 19)

WHY BORIS LIKES THEO (YOUNGER) All the content that is romantic between Theo and Boris is most of the time, if not always, initiated by Boris. Boris was the one who draped his arm around Theo, Boris was the one who pulled Theo closer when he rolled away, Boris was the one who cuddled Theo, Boris was the one who calmed Theo down from nightmares, Boris is the one who kissed Theo on the mouth while he had a girlfriend. Undoubtedly, all these things are romantic. Especially since these moments are told through Theo's perspective, who is interpreting these things as romantic, which rubs off on the reader.

When Theo is leaving Vegas and getting in the taxi, Boris hums the song "After Hours" by The Velvet Underground which is a band Theo and Boris listened to together. He hums a specific part of the song where the lyrics sing; "But if you close the door, I'd never have to see the day again" My interpretation of those lyrics in the scene’s context is: “But if you close the door” = If Theo doesnt leave Vegas. Correspondingly, those lyrics about closing a door means closing the door is giving privacy and leaving the character alone with someone they love. Another thing to mention, before those lyrics take place these lyrics are in the song; "Oh, someday, I know someone will look into my eyes and say, 'Hello, you're my very special one'" All of this feels very intentional. When songs and SPECIFIC lyrics are mentioned in novels it's always to convey something and those lyrics are just very romantic and are also about whether the character is going to choose to be alone or be with someone. Considering the lyrics are hummed by Boris right when Theo is leaving him is very telling. It's also to convey that Boris is debating whether to leave with Theo or not.

Everything I just mentioned was the Vegas era when they were teenagers, I will now discuss when they are adults.

WHY THEO AND BORIS JUST MAKE SENSE (OLDER) Now that Theo has lived and been with more people than Boris I will break down Theo's love interests and explain why they aren't good for Theo and why Boris ends up being the best outcome.

KITSEY: Kitsey is Theo's fiance whom Theo cheating on while Kitsey is also cheating on him. Theo is having affairs and hookups with pretty much random women. Kitsey is having an affair with Tom Cable, an old fake friend of Theo's who was the reason why Theo and his mother were leaving the house the day of the bombing. Once Theo witnesses the two kissing in secret he confronts Kitsey, this ends with Kitsey gaslighting Theo to stay in the relationship for the happiness of Mrs. Barbour rather than themselves. Kitsey also admits their ‘love’ has always been head not heart, that they get along well but neither is in love with the other.

PIPPA: Pippa was another victim in the bombing in lost her uncle, this led to her and Theo crossing paths as young teenagers. Finding comfort within shared traumatic experiences. As they grow older Theo begins to romanticize her. Although it's not love, it's more of an obsession if anything. Theo obsesses and overly plans their meetups making sure they are perfect, Theo shows mild jealousy and irritation to Evveret: Pippa's boyfriend, Theo keeps a shirt of Pippa’s without her knowledge, and as creepily as it is..Theo has a lock of Pippa's hair that he took from a trashcan after Pippa cut her bangs in the bathroom. Theo eventually confesses his love for Pippa in a downtown restaurant after seeing a film. He tries to reason that Welty, Pippa's uncle who she lost in the bombing—put Theo exactly where he needed to be at the right time with WHO he needed to be with (aka Pippa and Hobie). Pippa eases Theo into rejection, however, she admits she has a thing for him as well. She begins to explain reasons why the two of them cannot be together: With their shared trauma..if one of them ‘fell’ the other would go right with them as there is no emotional stability between the two, one cannot be there for the other if they can't even support themselves. They are close enough to star-crossed lovers: lovers who are destined to not be together being pulled from one another by outside forces.

If Theo can't have Pippa and doesnt want Kitsey it's reasonable to conclude that Boris is a valid romantic option for Theo. When the two reunite Theo feels alive again after living a boring tucked-away life. He's laughing and enjoying every second with Boris.

BORIS: After years of separation and keeping a secret from Theo news reports come out about how The Goldfinch painting was not ruined in the bombing and is being used as collateral. Boris is under the impression Theo has already unwrapped The Goldfinch years ago and found out what Boris did. With the rise of these news reports guilt rises in Boris that he took the painting from Theo and ended up losing the painting. Boris has a hint that Theo would not want to see Boris ever again and even wants to act violently against Boris for taking the painting from Theo, however, Boris is aware that he must try to fix what he’s done. So, he goes to New York and goes to Hobie's old shop, seeking Theo. When Theo isn't there to be found Boris is sure he’ll never see Theo again, but they happen to run into each other later in the night outside a bar. They then spend the night till 4am talking and catching up. Theo admits in college he took a conversational Russian class because it made him think of Boris. Boris admits Theo was the only boy he's ever been in bed with—but brushes it off as they were desperate teenagers in need of girls..but that doesnt make sense as Boris has a girlfriend, Kyoto- and he was talking to girls before her too. He wasnt partaking in sex with Theo out of desperation for pleasure by any means. -- Boris then says he thinks that Theo thought their relationship back then was ‘something else’, after saying this Theo gets upset and begins to leave the table. Within this mix, Boris apologizes for what he did to Theo all those years ago and he deeply regrets it, Theo is confused about what he is speaking about and Boris is shocked that after all these years he’s never unwrapped the painting. Leaving Boris to admit what he did with the painting with picture proof. Boris wants to apologize to Theo and attempt to find the painting— for Theo.

In the hunt to regain the painting, Boris interrupts Theo and Kitsey's engagement party to take Theo onto a flight to Amsterdam. After some bickering..Theo agrees and says goodbye to Kisey and packs his bags with a nice suit and lots of money. — Boris arranges a meetup with the holders of the painting, but the sellers seem suspicious as they are missing one of their men and one of the men gets away after Boris and his crew pull guns on the men. — Boris and Theo successfully retrieve the painting, Boris taking note of how Theo has his bird once again — But when returning to the parking garage to leave the two men who were absent earlier and one new man arrive with guns pointed, two of these men are killed by Theo and Boris but one man gets away with the painting — The next few days Theo is sent into a deep depression in his hotel room….however this ends differently varying from book to movie. In the book, Theo is urged to turn himself in to the police for murder … In the movie, Theo goes through with a suicide attempt by overdose but is forced to throw up the drugs later by Boris. Both versions end with Boris interrupting, calming Theo down, and telling the good news that he tracked the painting down in a house holding many more missing paintings and he sent in an anonymous tip to the police on these paintings and their location. Boris splits the reward money between his crew, Theo, and himself.

Boris makes a good partner to Theo as they get along, have a close history, make each other feel alive, know the do's and dont's / in's and out's of each other, show each other unconditional care, left a big positive impact on each others lives, and both share a deep love for art and beauty.

[cakerybakery]

Adam was practically a liquid at this point. For a big man he was a light weight. Angel and Husker struggled to get him home. Once they did they dumped him on a the couch in the lobby, on his side in case he threw up, and declared it good enough for hell.

It was still early, they’d barely been out for two hours, but Angel stretched and said he actually felt pretty good about not just getting shitfaced and was going to go to bed.

Husker grabbed a couple bottles from the bar, he was going to keep going but mainly cause if he didn’t he’d be tempted to go out again and gamble away his generous pay from Charlie.

Angel took a bottle off him, “well, maybe one more but how about up in my room? Let sleeping beauty there lie.”

“This better not be some come on.” It was.

“Come on. We can play strip poker. I’ll even lend you a shirt to loose.”

Figuring he wasn’t going to lose, Husker agreed, letting himself be manipulated by his addiction.

Adam didn’t stay on the couch.

Lucifer was on his way out. Back to his place when he spotted the drunk mess passed out. He wanted to tease him, poke him awake and make Adam all pissy. See what angry drunk Adam was like.

Instead, he picked Adam up and teleported them to Adam’s room. He put Adam to bed and left a glass of water and something for the hang over.

He went to leave when Adam opened his eyes and took Lucifer’s hand.

“Hi there.” Adam slurred and laced their fingers together. “Here for a good time?”

Lucifer laughed.

It only encouraged Adam, “you have a pretty laugh, baby. Wanna come for a ride?”

“You always this flirty when you’re drunk?” Lucifer batted his eyes and teased.

“Only when I’m around someone so pretty.”

Lucifer heart did a little flip, ‘oh,’ he put a hand to his chest. He hadn’t expected that reaction from himself.

Adam pulled Lucifer hand until he could kiss the knuckles. Instead of flipping now Lucifer’s heart was racing.

He was pulled into the bed and Adam rolled on top of him before attacking Lucifer’s neck to leave an aggressive hickie. Lucifer let him, clinging and moaning. Adam smelled like a bar and it was a painful reminder that Adam was drunk as fuck and Lucifer needed to go before he did something he would regret for eternity.

He teleported himself home. Leaving Adam alone in the bed to wonder where his date went.

Lucifer didn’t go back to the hotel for a day, it would have been longer but Charlie called to ask him to help her with something.

When he ran into Adam in the lobby they traded their usual barbs. Part of him was upset that Adam didn’t seem to recall that night. The other part was relieved.

This went on until someone wolf whistled and Angel Dust popped up being Lucifer.

“Someone had a good time. Nice hickie, your highness.”

Lucifer slapped a hand over the mark and stopped making eye contact with Adam.

“Good for yah. Getting out there. So who’s the lucky bitch? Do we know her?”

He hadn’t meant to but his eyes flicked over to Adam before returning to the scenic carpeting.

“Oh shit. Adam? He gave yah that?”

“What? No, I fucking didn’t.”

Angel’s fingers were on Lucifer’s neck and he pried the hand off before Lucifer could put up a fight.

“No way that’s older than two days. Did yah twos fuck the night we went out drinking? Adam, that morning yah asked if someone slept over with yah. Are yah fucking Lucifer?”

They both panicked and denied anything.

“Even drunk I wouldn’t fuck a guy!”

“He was drunk! I would never do that! He just grabbed me suddenly. He thought I was some woman he brought home.”

“See! I thought he was a chick!”

“And he’d never fuck a guy so it doesn’t matter how hot it was.”

“Exactly! Wait-“

“Being grabbed like that, manhandled into the bed, and told I’m pretty and getting my hand kissed. Adam would never be interested in a guy so it doesn’t matter.”

“…ri-right.”

Angel looked between the two. “Would yah look at the time. I better get to the studio or I won’t be three hours early.” He backed away, when he ran into Charlie around the corner he steered her in another direction, letting her know that her dad and Adam needed some space.

They stood there awkwardly. Adam couldn’t take his eyes off the hickie. He kinda remembered giving it to him. He remembered wanting to give Lucifer something else too. Listening to Lucifer describe what happened, however brief it was, made him want to give Lucifer some more.

Electricity tingled throughout his body at the idea.

“So, how hot was it? Maybe, uhh, we should go up to- to my room. You can tell me all about it.” Adam’s face was practically on fire.

Lucifer’s wasn’t much better off but he managed a nod.

They made it all the way to the elevator before making out.

-

Just needed to do a quick one as a break from the longer story

[emesis-nemisis]

Corodded Coffin Fest Day One

First - Rehearsal

Word count: 998, Rating: T , Pairings: None, CW: Language, fighting, boys being incredibly nerdy, author taking creative liberties and making Eddie a year or two younger for the sake of this making sense (Its their first rehearsal before the Hawkins Middle talent show he gushed to Chrissy about.), Dialogue heavy. Featuring: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Frankie.

@corrodedcoffinfest

This is my first public work ever lol, I hope you enjoy! (Cuttin it real close here with the time)

“You guys, this is not working…”  Eddie hollered behind him. 

Frankie’s plucking and Jeff’s strumming halts, but the sound of heavy bumps and pangs continued from behind them.

It all sounded awful - The rhythm wasn’t right and the timing of the guitars fell all over the place. It made a mess of sound, and Eddie was sure he was developing a stress headache. 

 Gareth is still playing. 

“Could one of  you-” Eddie wipes his hands over his face trying to compose himself, taking a deep breath and turning around so that he could pull his hair in peace. 

“Yeah, I got it.” 

Frankie moves over to the drum-kit, biting a laugh at the look of his friend still smacking the life out of the set. Eyes closed and head banging, ginger curls flopping all over the place. His hand comes up to hold the symbols still, and when Gareth moves his sticks over it, slapping them and not getting his desired sound, he double takes. 

“Dude, what gives!” Gareth frowns up at him, beet red and hair drenched in sweat. 

“We’re taking five.” 

“Again?!” He pants. 

The air was stifling in the garage, and it didn’t help that they kept the door closed. The heat of the sun’s been cooking them like a brisket all afternoon, but Gareth stays on his shit - refusing to let them open it. Practically locking them all inside of a slow cooker during an abnormally hot day of spring. 

“I don’t understand, the song sounded fine when I practiced earlier.” Jeff’s eyebrows screwed tight, staring down at his guitar with a remorseful frown.  

Frankie rolls his eyes, pulling the strap over his head and setting his bass down gently. “I think I’m actually starting to hear what my mom hears- this really is just... noise.” He plops down on the ratty sitting chair with a huff, wiping his face of sweat and leaning back in defeat. 

“But that doesn’t make any sense!” Gareth exclaimed, “I’ve been practicing too.” Sitting up straighter, he swivels on his seat, glaring accusingly at Frankie where he was resting. 

“Come on man, do you even have to ask?” He says with his head cocked slightly. 

Gareth shrugs “It’s not like you bothered to tune the damn thing before you got here.” 

The boy’s eyebrows raise high and stiff, “What, you mean like how you thought to have your shit put together before we pulled up.” 

“It was like one bolt that needed tightening.” 

“We’re in your garage!” Frankie shouts, “You’re really gonna point fingers at me when your kit wasn’t fully set up either-” 

“Woah, guys let’s just calm down a second- '' Jeff interjects. A nervous tone to his voice that goes ignored as his loudmouth friends refuse to let up on each other. 

“Your timing is shit! Are you even paying attention to the rest of us?” Frankie continues over Jeff's pleas unremorsefully. 

“You wanna talk about timing so bad? How bout you go mouthing off to your mother for bringing you here late.”

“You guys!” Eddie shouts, “Stop!” 

The garage fell silent. Frankie’s arms tightly crossed against his chest and Gareth’s glare didn’t leave him once, but they quieted down to listen. 

“It’s not any one thing, alright. It’s not just the timing, it’s not just the tuning… it’s all of it.” 

“The hell do you mean, Munson?” The glaring boy’s gaze shifts, finding a new target for those piercing blue eyes to melt.

“If you’d cool your britches down long enough for me to tell you, you’d know what I mean, Emmerson.” Eddie retorts.

Gareth’s chest continues to puff out, but he bites his tongue from causing further damage. 

“This is our first rehearsal, right?” he starts, “I mean, we’ve all played before, but this is the first time we’ve all tried to mesh together.”

“So?” 

“So, how’d the first campaign we ever tried to run go?.” 

“Terrible.” 

“Catastrophic.” 

“A real shit show, if you ask me.” 

“You mean things weren’t perfect right off the bat?” Eddie muses with wide eyes. Fake gasping and clutching pearls he’ll never own. 

It’s rhetorical, that much is obvious. But Jeff answers him anyway. 

“It was new… the campaign was written too specifically and we messed up the whole quest within like… an hour.” 

“We didn’t even make it to the dungeon before we were all either dead, or lost with no way back to each other.” Frankie chimes. 

“Or the story.” Eddie supplies. 

 “Or the story.” He parrots, nodding. 

“Yeah” Eddie tsk’s with a lopsided frown “that was my bad.” 

Gareth chuckles at the memory, “God we were awful.” 

“We were new.” Eddie says, laughing too. “We were allowed to be awful.” 

“But, we’re not new at this?” Jeff says, “We formed this band because we’d all heard each other talking about instruments we already played.” 

Gareth side eyes him wholeheartedly, “We formed this band so we could enter in the talent show and impress girls.” 

Frankie’s arm whips up to heave a small smack across the back of his head. “Enough arguing, dipshit. Listen.” 

“But we’ve never played together though, have we?” Eddie continues. 

 Gareth has enough mind to look embarrassed for jumping the gun. “No…” 

“And we’ve never had to face the struggle of keeping up with each other's time before. Just like I never had to face the struggle of watching a carefully crafted quest go up in flames because I relied too heavily on the checks all working out the way I planned for them too.” 

“So what I’m hearing is, this is all your fault?” Gareth's eyes squint small, eyeing Eddie down with mirth. 

Eddie retaliates with a shove, because no, that’s not what he was saying, but he smiles when Gareth shoves him back, laughing. Not even a full minute goes by before the other boys jump in, altogether forgetting the fight that started this mess to begin with. 

We’ll get there, Eddie thinks to himself. He’s sure of it. 

[gemini-sensei]

Yasmine x Chubby!Reader, Eli Moskowitz x Chubby!Reader, Yasmetri, maybe some binary boyfriends if you squint ○ potential poly relationship ○ smut ○ ig cheating but no one in the fic cares ○ unedited

Just imagine Demetri and Eli coming to pick up their girlfriends for a double date and they walk in on Yasmine and Reader scissoring.

Yasmine’s on top, rubbing their wet and puffy pussies together desperately. They're whining softly to each other, too caught up in pleasure to notice their boyfriends at their door. All Reader can do is grab onto the bedsheets whilst her fat tits bounce because Yasmine’s going at it to hard. She's being so rough with Reader, slapping her pudgy thigh to watch it jiggle while grinding their throbbing clits together.

"Jesus Christ." "Oh shit."

The girls gasp as they learn their boyfriends are there.but they can't stop, too close to orgasm. Their impromptu audience only spurs them on and Yasmine comes first, squirting all over Reader and making such a big mess. Her thighs are shaking violently and she's crying out a chant of "Oh my god! Oh my god!" as she humps away at her best friend's pussy. She brings Reader to finish and she whimpers as her pussy clenched around nothing, oozing wet heat. Her whines are so soft and needy, lewd.

Yasmine collapses on top of Reader and buries her face in warm, soft tits. She's embarrassed and ashamed that they got caught, but she doesn't regret the indulgence.

They embrace each other as the boys stare, eyes wide and jaws slack. All they smell is the heavy musk of sex and pussy, the room permeating with it and the heat of the moment. They're frozen in the doorway, staring into the bedroom at the two girls their called theirs, cocks hard in their jeans as they can't help finding the scene they walked in on rather hot.

"We were gonna tell you, really," Reader finally says, apologetic and sad. She can't look at Eli, only able to imagine what he might be thinking in that moment. "It's just, I mean- well-"

As she begins to get upset, the boys snap out of their trance and go to the girls. Eli shushes Reader gently, pushing her hair out of her face.

"It's okay."

Yasmine looks up, Demetri’s hand rubbing her back sweetly. She looked at Reader confused, then they look up to their boyfriends. "It's okay?"

"Well, we kind of figured you two might be a little... fruity," Demetri explained.

Eli hummed and smirked. "And it was really hot watching you two come all over each other."

The girls, still flushed and warm, feel their cheeks burn hotter. They had no idea their boyfriends would be into their little affair, but they never thought they'd like them watching either...

"Can we join you?" Demetri asks, awkward yet polite.

Reader and Yasmine look at each other, eyes locking and they know the answer. "Yeah. Yeah, of course."

Demetri pulled Yasmine off of Reader and Eli helps turn the girls on their sides. They remain embraced in each other's arms, beginning to lightly grind their sensitive cunts on one another's thighs while the boys strip themselves. Clanks of belts and the undoing to zippers make their swollen clits throb as they kiss, warm tongues swirling together with sweet moans.

Once undressed, Demetri and Eli climb onto Yasmine’s big bed and get behind their respective girlfriends. Demetri peppers kisses along Yasmine’s bare shoulder and along her back, hand gilding over her small figure as his cock presses against her ass. Eli immediately grabs Reader's hip and squeezes it, making her whine into Yasmine's mouth. He chuckles as he hooks his chin over her shoulder, watching them.

"You two are so cute," he teases. He looks at Demetri and nods to him, making his fried smirk. "C'mere."

Suddenly, the girls grinding comes to a stop as their hips are pulled apart. Eli slots his cock between deliciously thick thighs and he groans, feeling the mixture of wetness that's come from both girls coating her inner thighs. Demetri humps Yasmine’s ass as she wiggles, keeping Reader in her arms, laying chest to chest with her.

"So naughty," Demetri groans. "Fucking behind our backs."

"We're sorry," the girls pout.

Eli awes teasingly. "Don't be sorry. We know you must have been worried about what we'd think."

He's fucking his cock between Reader's thighs slowly, dragging his length along her folds. At the same time, Demetri hooks his hand under Yasmine’s knee and hoists it up, holding her leg up as he begins sliding his cock along her pussy. They're slickening themselves up with their juices, making the girls whimper softly.

"And for the reccord," Demetri speaks sweetly, an undertone of lust evident in his voice, "we like seeing you two together... especially like this."

Eli's cock head starts bumping Reader's clit and she whines loudly. She starts moving her hips with his, pressing her ass into his hips. The motion causes her to rub her tits against Yasmine's, making her in turn jolt. Demetri’s dick catches on her hole and his tip prods at her puffy pussy lips. He groans and his grip on her tightens.

"Shit!" He hisses. "I-I don't know if I can keep doing this."

"Me either," Eli groans.

Reader moans and looks at him over her shoulder. "Please, Eli. Please, I need you."

"Yeah? You need me to fucj you while you makeout with your girlfriend?"

She whimpers at his dirty words and nods, pressing back against him needily. "Please, please..."

"Please," Yasmine adds, joining in on the begging. "Please fuck us."

Eli and Demetri share a look and nod to each other. Slowly, they push their tips into warm, tight pussies, making the girls moan. They go slow, but once their tips pop in, they stop. It's an overwhelming feelings, jumping from the shock of catching their girlfriends together to fucking them together is a lot. But they quickly overcome the strong emotions and thrust their lengths into Yasmine and Reader wholly.

The girls squeal and wiggle, having not expected them to push their full cocks into them so quickly. It was easy thanks to their earlier activities making them wet enough, but Demetri and Eli weren't small feats. So they hug each other and moan loudly as small tears prick their eyes. They're so full of cock, it feels absolutely amazing.

They're given a moment to get used to the feeling, at which time Reader notices the bulge in Yasmine’s lower belly. She puts her hand on it and presses it hard, making the couple moan and whine. She continues to toy with the small discovery, grinning and giggling.

Huffy, Yasmine grabs Reader's face and pulls her into a deep kiss, shoving her tongue into her mouth. It's when their tight walls begin to relax some and Eli and Demetri wordlessly start pulling out. Demetri pulls all the way our while Eli let's his tip catch on Reader's folds, then they slam back into their pretty girlfriends and start a rough pace.

They're all on for quite a fun evening.

[idleorbitals]

only friends ep 3 watch through (part 1/2)

!! the mess is here. the mess is here and so am I

we open on nick catching even more feelings over bostonnick sex montage. oh this is painful to watch. lmao @ the of directors being the ones to give nick the tweet replies he doesn't want to hear though

I have to say I am such a sucker for the kind of aw noise boston makes at 2:26 it would get me too. but right after this he sits up and says the most manipulative shit about ~we might become something more~ nick baby. get out of there

raysand softest wake up together scene. this is very tender for a one night stand situation. my expectations for what we're supposed to want for them keep getting overturned. what I want for them has remained consistent but not bc of anything rational just bc I'm a simp

moment of silence for first kanaphan special acting ability where he manages to look like he's gazing softly up at khaotung's character while towering over him

moment of silence for sand who is already gone for ray and realizing it a little

moment of silence for ray who is still flirting having fun and feeling fancy free. oh boy when you torpedo this everyone will suffer you included

The Friends (tm) are eating and planning a pool party. they are having a fun chat about all the crazy things the cctv they want to put in is going to pick up. you know when you create all these opportunities for the narrative to screw with you it will babes.

ray remembers he knows a hot musician and volunteers to take care of the djing in a way that is so sus that the rest of the friends get comic whiplash sound effects and an eagle scream about it

topmew date time. sorry legitimately the only thing I can think about in this scene is how if everyone is dancing to different music everyone will look foolish as heck. forcebook really selling it here

I lied I have another thought and it's that these lyrics they are singing make me feel like the narrative is slapping me in the face

everyone regards me as a bad guy / I'm a villain, no matter how much I love you, I must die eventually / in the end, he's the one who has your love / I want to be a hero, but villain is my role

ok calm down top

if some of that's not metaphorical tho...yikes yikes

*begin vid section [2/4]*

an old familiar hookup comes to flirt with top in front of mew. can't totally read this dynamic. mew is clearly a little jealous but doesn't really have the standing to say anything. much like top's encounter with boston in the shower last week he's pushing away just a little but not putting his arm into it. top what is your game here?

nick getting boston to help him move lmao. that's right use him babe

sand is connecting dots. about bostonnick and about the hostel. ding ding ding baby you're all tangled up in this thankless situation. I wish I could have hope about sand and nick being good for each other bc they seem like the two most sympathetic characters this storyline currently has to offer but unfortunately my guess is they will both be too hung up on other people to be any real help to one another. and/or nick's going darkside idk you guys I'm starting to wonder. more on that coming up

ray wants to hire sand for ~party fun times~ so he goes to his work mom yo to clear it with her first. she says /why are you trying to get me wrapped up in your mess I'm a pure character/ and ray, about his intentions toward sand, rasps out "nothing is suspicious" while clearing his throat and shaking his head very quickly to indicate that nothing is suspicious.

yo's bf arrives on the scene to act as another character pointing out ray's day drinking. sorry ray the narrative agrees it's problematic to hang out at a bar all day when you're not sleeping with someone on staff. yo and bf have a cute moment and ray goes sweet and starry eyed about it.

ray: "can I get one like that?" p'yo: "here comes sand"

sorry I legitimately cannot continue without taking a moment for sparkly princess ray here. wtf. this look is, of course, aimed at sand but honestly that's not even what's important to me right now

cut to sand doing some of the most inefficient chopping work known to man while ray stands around flirting prettily with him and asking for favors.

trailer teasing us yet again on their dynamic. ray is the first one to say "you think I want you as my boyfriend? of course not!" while sand takes a long sip of his water and stares into the middle distance. oh sand.

sand calls him an asshole (affectionate)* again and gets up to go. ray grabs him by the arm and asks with feeling if he is really okay with this, which is the narrative reminding us that we are still allowed to sympathize with him even when he's being a little shit bc he understands consent. they have a nice little ~what are we~ conversation which, like—even though we know it's not actually going to work out ok for either of them even over the course this episode—is some pretty healthy communication, especially stacked right up against everything we've had from boston and nick this week. I'm honestly consistently surprised ray is being allowed to be a decent person but I'm not complaining

*nearly every time the subs say "dickhead" "asshole" etc what the characters are actually calling each other is สัตว์ "animal". I get that this is a more commonly used insult in thai but I think it almost holds up as a direct translation in terms of relative weight and I sort of wish it was glossed more consistently somehow. idk someone come tell me more tho

back at the pool nick meets top, who he recognizes from the photo booth pictures he found at boston's. they get a set of villain zooms, one each top and nick. nick baby don't do anything sand wouldn't do ok?

back to one of nick's online-in-a-dark-room moments. he's stalking top and finding boston comments all over his ig. the camera is not looking kindly on him here. something something the toxicity of jealousy and obsession. nick has real feelings involved so he's already at a disadvantage in his dynamic with boston, but suddenly I get the sense that boston is not necessarily safe, even if he's not going to catch feelings

how is sandray of the messy unrequited friend thing the only safe dynamic of the Big Three

(part 2) (all ofts watch throughs)

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode seven: FIRST DEFENSE. (christmas special)

the vince part of the flyer has a messed up part but PRETEND ITS NOT THERE this is a hot mess and it’s short too lmaooo

12:00 pm, y/n’s locker room.

there is a sudden european tour, no one expected it because it literally came out of nowhere. the next european tour was supposed to be next March through to June, but here you were along with everyone else.

“why do you look so cross?” Davey asked, you huff. “seriously, you’ve been pissed this whole morning” Bret leans forward. almost all of your friends were crammed in your locker room.

The Hart Foundation, Steve, Randy, Chyna, Lita, Sherri, Hunter, and oddly Shawn was there too. he was the only one sitting in silence, Shawn hadn’t uttered a single word since he’s come here.

“dude, we’re gonna be there until January, we’re in mid July. there is so much shit I wanna to do here before going on a european tour” you complained, “nah, you’ll have fun” Steve reassured.

you groaned as you got up and stretched. you’ve all been crammed here for hours at this point just chatting and planning the things you’ll do on tour, you quickly left the room to walk around a bit.

as your hands massaged your neck you heard footsteps behind you, you look back then smile. “hey angel” Hunter said as he caught up to you, “heyyyy” you drag as you lean on his shoulder, Hunter reached his hand and patted on your hair and played with it. “you okay?” he asked, “I’m so annoyed” you whine, “I swear it’s like creative has been on drugs this whole week” and Hunter sighs.

“tell me about it” he mutters.

you squeeze him tighter and he kisses the top of your head. you and Hunter have been having a thing for while now, ever since the night after the club.

“I gotta go, Vince wants to see me” you slowly pull away from him, “but I want you to stay” Hunter pouts and you chuckle, “I do too” you smile.

the entire building smelled like peppermint and chocolate, there was christmas decorations all over the walls and for as long as the eye can see.

why?

Vince wanted to celebrate christmas early because he wanted the american crowd to experience the “wrestling spirit” before everyone leaves for europe. Vince even hired a person to dress up as Santa for tonight’s Raw.

you push the office’s door and enter, “hey” you greet and the amount of mint and vanilla scents that slaps you in the face was genuinely atrocious.

“come in y/n! does it smell like christmas here?” Vince enthusiastically asks. your eyes sting a bit as you sit on the chair opposite his, “it reeks of it” you answer rubbing your nose.

“do you want a-”

“if you offer me another peppermint mocha, we will fight” you point, Vince laughs.

“so tonight, you, Lita and Chyna will be having the triple threat match” Vince began.

…right.

you three still have not planned out your match, not one bit.

“we’re gonna put your title on the line, but there’s gonna be interference from Santa” he explained. “Santa??” you ask eyes narrowing, “yeah, yeah, but not the disqualification extent, just finish up the match and then let it snow on him” he said and you roll your eyes.

“you’re really feeling the non existent spirit, huh?” you laugh.

“fake it till you make it”

3:54 pm, catering.

it was about time your gear was ready.

not necessarily ready, but more put together. you had individual items but it took a while to coordinate them.

a basic white tank top and an army green pair of cargo shorts, you wore a chest harness and a thigh harness and topped off with fingerless leather gloves. you styled some combat boots that stopped a inch below your knees and the necklace that Hunter gave you.

definitely not ground breaking, but it differentiated you from the girls.

you were sat with Chyna, Hunter and Shawn, who was still eerily quite. way more quite than usual, it was creeping you out a bit. Hunter was playing with your hand and Chyna was having lunch. apart from the staff walking in and by, the place was mostly empty. you and Chyna were talking about some things you wanted to do for you match later and Hunter was pitching ideas, yet you could feel Shawn burning glare on the side of your face. he was actually freaking you out today.

“what do you think, Michaels?” Chyna asked, only then did his eyes shift away from you. “hm?” Shawn hummed, then Chyna repeated what Hunter said.

yeah, no. he’s genuinely scaring you.

“don’t worry about it” you get up, “just meet me and Lita at the rehearsals hall after you eat” you pat on Chyna’s shoulder.

“Shawn, come out I wanna talk to you” you said.

you lean against the wall with a frown, “what?” he asks standing besides you. “are you okay?” you ask and he shrugs. “what do you mean?” he asks, “seriously” you say, “it’s almost four pm and we haven’t argued at all today” you reason.

Shawn shrugs again.

“didn’t wanna” he mutters swinging his leg, “hey” you say holding his face forcing him to face you, “not that I care but like .. you’re kinda freaking me out, are you actually okay? like really?” you ask again.

Shawn opens his mouth to say something but immediately closes it and huffs, “I’m fine.”

you didn’t want to be that person so you let it go, your eyes follow him back to the cafeteria then stare at the ground.

something was definitely wrong.

<<5:32 pm>>

“are you sure he’s okay?” you ask.

you, Chyna and Lita were laid out on the mat. staff were making preparations for the show to begin and you three were just finished working out your match, not even working it out just verbally placing spots and moves that sounded cool together.

“yeah, as far as I’m concerned. he hasn’t really told me anything” Chyna said, you hum. you think about it again then realize, you don’t have time for a grown man who’s refusing to be a big boy and talk about his feelings, because if he wanted to, he would.

“lemme tell y’all” Lita starts and you and Chyna instantly sit up, “what did you hear this time?” Chyna laughs.

“apparently, allegedly, Shawn has been rejecting Sunny recently and rejecting her a lot, I saw her leaving his locker room crying yesterday, and guess what, Owen heard him telling her that “she’s only temporary” because he likes someone else” she said and you gasp, “ha!” Chyna half laughs, “I been telling her, Shawn doesn’t actually like her and is only using but she never listened” Chyna said.

“wait, is that why she’s been acting snobby to me?” you ask, “what do you mean?” Lita asked.

“oh my god, okay, remember the house show in Minnesota? she was walking around backstage and I passed by her and out of being nice I stopped and said hi to her and asked about her day, y’know?” both girls nod.

“I swear to you she ignored the fuck outta me, and at first I thought she didn’t hear me but she did! then me and Shawn had an argument in the dressing room, because when don’t we ever and she was there tryna be all sweet and there for me, talking about some “get away from her!” and “leave her alone, Shawn look at me”, ugh it was ghetto” you explain.

“and then-”

“there’s more!?” Chyna asks.

“you just wait” you say, “the Raw in Michigan, when me and Shawn were actually talking like normal beings, that one, after he left, she came up to me and was like “if I see you around him again, I’ll beat you up” you almost giggle at the last part.

“girl” Lita says with wide eyes as Chyna bursts into laughter, then Chyna literally falls onto her back as tears stream down her face.

“something- something about Sunny trying to beat you up is so funny t-to me” Chyna says between gasps.

“don’t even” your head falls to your palms.

10:38 pm, Raw <Live>

today went by so much faster than you thought it would, mostly because you were excited for tonight Raw. not because you’re working with your friends and certainly not because you have a Santa flavoured interference, but because you were in the main event.

you were making history.

first time ever for a woman, and three no less, to main event Raw, with a match that put a title on the line? on a July christmas too? insane. but Vince being Vince obviously wanted some bullshit to go down.

Lita was out in a thunderstorm of boos doing her “I don’t think y/n deserves the championship because i’m on the Untertaker’s team” shtick.

the crowd was heavily booing her and she called them “a field of cows” which made them boo even louder.

but the hate train stopped the moment your music began, their saviour is here.

chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” drowned everything including your theme. you stood right in front of Lita holding your title up high as your noses almost touched. you pushed her away from you before a referee quickly separated you two.

you’re handed a microphone, “I didn’t come by myself” you began, “I brought one of my favorite superstars” you smile.

as soon as Chyna’s theme played the crowd went ballistic.

everyone knew Lita was fucked. triple threat be damned, this was your first title defense, you were obviously going to retain it.

“that’s unfair! you’re two and I’m one!” Lita panicked, “and what about it?” Chyna ask making the crowd cheer. “sweetheart, don’t worry about this being and two on one, yeah you’re gonna get beat up, but it’s a triple threat, it is fair” you say.

you hand the referee your belt and the bell is quickly rung.

it was almost like you and Chyna were a tag team, taking turns at beating the hell out of Lita. the crowd knew it was unfair, but fuck it, if this isn’t the longest they’ve been invested in something. Chyna was powerbombing Lita back to back, several at a time, so many the crowd began counting.

this was an elongated squash match, not until the fat man with presents arrived and pulled on your leg trying to get you out of the ring and the boos began again. one punch and he was on the floor, you quickly slid back in the ring and went to continue battering Lita only for Santa to pull Lita out of the match.

you and Chyna looked at each other confused, Jim Ross and JR looked at each other confused, and the crowd looked at each other confused.

Santa is trying to sabotage the match.

you lock on the sharpshooter on Lita and she almost immediately taps out making the crowd cheer. then you and Chyna turned towards Santa and the crowd popped, they knew what was coming. you both quickly chased him backstage where you ended up in the cafeteria.

then the mess began from there.

Chyna picked up a chair and slammed it on his back, you grabbed a tray that had cookies on it and threw it on his head while Chyna dumped a jug of milk on him. “do you fucking like cookies and milk, you fat fuck?” you scream at him before throwing a pie in his face, “because I sure do!”, another pie to his face.

you pick him up and put him through a random table, Chyna grabs a huge gingerbread house and break it over his head. Santa began desperately trying to run away but Chyna held him still while you stuffed his mouth with marshmallows and pour a cup of hot chocolate over his face, “are you feeling the spirit?! can you feel the fucking spirit?!” you scream at him again.

there was a conveniently placed sack of coal, Chyna grabbed it and smacked him across the chest. you grabbed a bunch of his hair as she continued beating, “bad kids get coal, bad Santas get beat with it. what if we light you on fire, Mr. Claus? huh?” you ask and he cries and pleads “no.”

“Maybe next christmas” Chyna says with one last hit. Santa is barely on his feet when you hit him with a hurricanrana, which he hilariously, perfectly sells.

“merry christmas you bastard”

[k-slla]

Pairing: Jensen x reader

A/N: just wrote it after terrible work day. Inspired by my own job (I'm a baker :)) And since Jensen and I have 20y age gap, reader's in story is similar. / FLUFF

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Enjoy! ♥️

"Hey, hun, I'm home!" I yelled tiredly when I entered our house. I took off my shoes and jacket and sat down in the hallway. I just want to sleep, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath. I love my job, I love my job, I love my job. Lately this has become my daily mantra. I heard Jensen coming out of the kitchen. "Hey, babe, I missed you!" He said as I reached out for him to help me up. I immediately went for a hug and Jensen happily complied. "You look gorgeous, dear." "Oh, stop, I look like shit!" I said as I laughed tiredly. I glanced at hallway mirror. Baggy sweatpants, oversized jumper, hair in a messy bun- totally just looked as I've given up about everything. "I'm pretty sure, I have some frosting somewhere in my hair. It was crazy today." Jensen kissed me softly and hugged."Want to hit the shower? I'd gladly join you." He whispered in my ear. "Shower sounds amazing." I sighed.

Jensen got the shower running and came to stand in front of me. "Want some help?" He asked as I removed my jumper. "You know, I am not that tired that I can't undress myself?" I smiled at him. " Besides, if you're planning to join, you better hurry up, you have way more layers right now than me." I added flirtily as I stood in front of him only in my underwear. " Yeah, I can see that." He smiled and quickly undressed himself.

Room was filled with hot relaxing steam already when we got into shower. I stretched my hands over my head and groaned. Jensen came behind me. "Are you tense?" His hands came up to my shoulders to massage. "Yeah, I am. God, I feel like I'm 75, not 25 years old." He laughed. "Just relax, I'll take care of you." His hand were like magic, kneading away all the tension from my neck and shoulders. "It feels so good." I moaned out. After some massaging, he turned me around to wet my hair. I reached for shampoo and he softly swatted my hand away. " No! I said I'll take care of you." He squeezed some shampoo on his hand and gently massaged it through my hair. I looked up at him and his gaze never left mine. I've never felt so loved and intimate before as I did in that moment. I finally rinsed my hair and pulled his shampoo from the shelf. "My turn! No buts!" I said warningly as he almost tried to protest. "Why are you still using this 3in1 shampoo-shaving cream-motor oil combo? " I asked sarcastically. " He slapped my butt lightly, making me squeal out of surprise. " Hey, I like the smell that particular shampoo." I rolled my eyes. "You're such a dude!"

After washing, he just held me in his arm and we stood under the hot stream of water. "Come on, let's get you some food and you can tell me about your day." He said after some time. I pressed a kiss on his cheek. "I love you. Thank you for this." I said quietly and looked him in the eyes. "I love you, too." He said and handed me a towel and my bathrobe.

"So, how was work today?" Jensen asked as we sat down at dinner table. " It was like a complete battle field out there. I had only six kids in today's baking class, but the mess was indescribable. Frosting and cake was everywhere. But, hey! Kids were having fun and that's why I do these classes. And then of course I had to clean it all up and prep for that huge wedding cake I told you about. " I talked between eating. "And I think I'm going to need your help moving it to venue. It's going to be a heavy one."

"Oh, sure thing." He said and smiled.

"Oh, I just remembered. My parents invited us to dinner tomorrow. They want to get to know you better. You don't have any plans after work, right?" I asked. We'd been together over a year but still he's seen my parents only twice in that time.

"Yeah, I'm free but might be little bit longer in office. What time were they planning?"

"Around seven I think. I'm thinking of baking a pie to take with us. Any preferences?" The way his face lit up just melted my heart. "Can you make Banana cream please?" Oh, those big, green puppy dog eyes. " How can I say no to you? You're too adorable."

"I'm not adorable! I am a manly man!" He said grumpily. His try to defend himself had totally opposite effect. "What you just said just makes you more adorable, so don't even try to deny that!" I answered and leaned over the table to quickly peck his lips. "I'm finished. Can you pick a movie to watch, while I'm dealing with dishes?" His brows furrowed. "Aren't you tired? You sure you want to do the clean up yourself?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, it's relaxing for me." He stood up and kissed my forehead. "If you say so, dear." He didn't sound very pleased but still left the kitchen.

I snuggled as close to him on the couch as I could. We were watching movie in silence. Well, mostly he was, while I nodded off every now and then.

"Y/N, you awake?" He asked quietly. "At the moment, yes."

"Can I ask you something?" "Of course, what's wrong?" I sat up next to him.

"Where do you see yourself in 10 years?" He looked at me and continued."Because when I think of my future, I can't imagine it without you. And I know we haven't really had the talks, you know, maybe we should?" Okay, now I was wide awake.

"I love you, Jensen. And I see myself right here, snuggling next to you. About kids and marriage? I would like to know first where you stand. I mean, you and Danneel were married for a long time, but you didn't have children. Was that mutual decision or..?" I asked slowly. He cut in.

"Yeah, that was mutual between us at that time. Both of us wanted to focus more on our career, you know? But now when I think of kids, especially with you? Honestly, I couldn't be happier about the thought. " He smiled softly.

There may be coming part 2, if the idea strikes:)

@cevansbaby-dove

[belannaswlonkderfulworm]

Director's commentary on Underneath The Tree? I saw you reblogged the post so here we go:) UTT is my favourite work of yours :3

thank you so much, anon!! i'm so glad you enjoyed UtT, i had an amazing time writing it so im delighted you enjoyed it <3

Underneath the Tree very much started as the baby of myself and @exit-pursued-by-a-lesbian . we started it in november last year, just based on the fact that they were mad that every single thing i wrote (and tbh, most of the time still is) was angst, so we thought, hey, it's nearly christmas, we'll figure out something related to that.

as i have a long-standing rep for torturing b'elanna in my fic, she of course had to get some joy, and it escalated from there. i wouldn't describe either of us as die-hard b7 shippers, but we both definitely ship b'elanna with seven more than anybody else, and we both love kes, too, and think so much more could have been done with her, especially with a potential friendship with seven, so she got a big role as well. kes comes with the doctor, so he got something to do, too, and as we were introduced to vines by a voyager vines video (yes, we do unfortunately spend our free time watching things like that. it's a great use of our time!) so it seemed natural for their arc to involve a vine. neelix sort of just... showed up. i don't remember adding him to the story. he was just there. janeway was similar, except more wanted, and i firmly believe that all the best b7 has kathryn manically encouraging them all the way. tom and harry are another ship that we both ship together more than we ship either of them with anybody else, so they got to make a few appearances, and the voyager betting pool spiralled from that. you need a few more stakes than the general emotional torture of b7 being hopelessly in love with each other, so the betting pool, vine, and christmas party worked out nicely, as well as bringing me extreme amounts of joy.

our original plan was to both write a version, and then pick the best chunks from both and combine them, so we spent a lot of time in mid december wandering around our local town centre looking at clothes and christmas decorations brainstorming. hence, tuvok.

all the shops near us tend to go slightly insane in terms of the types of clothes they stock near christmas (pretty much every item of clothing described in the story is something we've actual found within twenty minutes of our houses, aside from tuvok's heels) so as we were brainstorming the logical idea seemed to be to point at clothes and go, "x character wears that (hopefully to the voyager christmas party)". it's funny to do regardless of what character you pick, but tuvok makes it infinitely funnier. like, seriously, i recommend it: wander around your local shops going "tuvok would wear that." it fuckign SLAPS.

anyway.

that lead us to picking out every part of the voyager christmas party scene. who doesn't love a good christmas party with your alien coworker who you're homoerotically in love with? once we'd figured out the stakes, we just had to weave the story together and, y'know, actually write it. this is the point where it became much more of a me effort than an us effort, bc deadlines are HARD, y'all.

i think i wrote the first chunk up until kes realises seven's in love with b'elanna by the third of december or so, and then i wrote the entire rest on the twenty-first, when my adhd brain went oh SHIT i have to write this we no longer have infinite time. my favourite scene to write was definitely the mess hall scene where janeway drinks a bathtub of coffee, b'elanna punches kes, and kes drinks an inordinate amount of hot chocolate. it was such a fun little moment of realisation, tbh, and it gave my beloved kathryn her second in the spotlight, too.

after that, all that was left was for @exit-pursued-by-a-lesbian to beta it, and then i posted it! (yes, all the christmas songs are real. yes, they're all on a star trek-named christmas-themed playlist on my spotify. no, i will not provide a link bc none of you need to be able to find the other playlists on my spotify, which include a thirty-six hour worm-themed playlist featuring the whole hamilton soundtrack)

once again, thank you so much, anon! i'm glad you enjoyed the story, and i'm sorry that this post is almost as long as the story

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

If you are still up for writing... how about, as mentioned, Jessica and Peter bitching about Martin over cocktails (and video chat, it's very far), while Martin sulks in the background?

I would have written this sooner, but I was without my laptop for a bit and only had my phone, haha.

Warning: drinking, Martin being embarrassed by his ex-wife and his boyfriend

On with the fic!

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"You know," Jessica said as she stirred her drink with a little stick that had to be made of crystal, but Peter wasn't sure, "when Martin told me he had a boyfriend who did acting, I honestly thought he was just saying that to mess with me!"

"Yeah, I'm pretty unbelievable." Peter smirked, leaning his cheek on his palm as he sipped the very bright, very fruity drink he had cobbled together from the contents of his home bar. He was a bit drunker than he should be to make the proper drinks, but hey, fruit juice and alcohol in a glass counted as a cocktail, right?

"Whatever you say. Anyway, I thought Martin was just trying to get at me with one of his crazy stories or whatever, but lo and behold! The boyfriend!" Jessica leaned in closer to the webcam. "God, you have terrible taste."

"In what?" Peter snorted.

"Boyfriends. And interior design."

"Oi! This is bitchin' design, thank you very much! And like you should talk, you married him!"

"I'm right here, you know." Martin said and Peter looked over at the man who sat nearby, reading one of the actor's mythology books. He didn't seem pleased.

Peter flashed him a cheeky smile. "Hiiii~! Don't listen to me and your wife talk about you, 'kay?"

"Ex-wife, and it's kind of hard not to when you're drunker than she is after I call."

Peter turned away, back to his... what was she now? Acquaintance? Friend? Ex-wife-in-law? Was that a thing?

Drinking buddy?

That's it!

"Ignore him." Jessica tutted, her glass was refilled and then quickly drained of a good portion of it before she continued. "He gets so prissy when you talk shit about him instead of kissing his ass."

"His hot ass."

"I can't deny the truth, it is a hot ass. Only good thing about him." She paused, then shrugged. "Well. Aside from, ya know."

Peter burst into laughter, kicking his feet, then tried to make take a drink from his glass, missing his mouth a little. "Did ya... did ya know that he's keepin' the blond look?"

"Oh, no, no, that's not a good color on him!"

"He thinks so! He redyed his hair in my bathroom, and stained my fuckin' sink,"

"It's black!" Martin huffed, but Peter ignored him.

"yesterday, and, like, it's so golden now??? Like... like wheat." He laid his head on his arm, the room was spinning. This was some strong shit.

"You should have seen him over twenty years ago! He had this really dark, black hair, he was so proud of it! But the moment he spotted a gray hair, he panicked!" Jessica snorted, giggling behind her perfectly manicured hand. "He begged me to dye it for him, it was a single hair!"

Peter cackled, slapping the bar top. "A priss! We have slash are dating a priss!"

"You don't know the half of it. God, the man is worse than his son when it comes to having things in proper order around the place, can you believe that?"

Peter clucked his tongue. "Tell me about, he's been organizin' shit around here, gettin' all up in my sauce about things. 'bout how often I walk around the place without a shirt on. Without... without pants." Peter was grinning and Jessica was laughing.

"Alright, that's enough for you two." Martin spoke as he approached, taking the empty glass (when had he finished it?) from Peter. "Thank you for spending the last six hours talking to my boyfriend, Jessie, now he needs to go down for a nap so he can be hungover for his show."

"Aww, you're not fun!" Peter pouted and attempted to swat at him, but missed by at least a foot. He loudly said goodbye to Jessica before stumbling to his feet and making a beeline for the bedroom. A drunken beeline, but still.

Yeah, a little rest might be nice, that was a lot of drinking. Maybe Martin could nap with him a little, maybe they could do something more fun that-

And Martin found him five minutes later passed out halfway off the bed. Next call was going to be a sober one, he'd make sure of it.

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This was more dunking than bitching, but it's a constant in their calls.