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🫧 the spongebob musical UK tour portraits! 🫧

i went to see it last night and i had so much fun! here's some character portraits for spongebob (lewis cornay), patrick (irfan damani), sandy (chrissie bhima), squidward (tom read wilson), plankton (divina de campo) & karen (hannah lowther)! 💖

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first look at the spongebob musical's UK tour, beginning 5th april, 2023! 💛

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Ian McKellen Teams Up With ‘RuPaul’s Drag Race UK’ Star Divina de Campo for Animated LGBTQ+ Musical ‘Dragfox’

"What’s important about growing up – as this film says – is to be yourself," legendary British actor Sir Ian McKellen said of 'Dragfox'

“When I was a kid growing up in South Lancashire just after the war, there were lots of things that preoccupied us, nobody really had time to wonder what it was like to be a little gay boy growing up at a time when that word hadn’t really been invented.” “We were ‘queers,'” he continued. “We were looked at from other people’s points of view, and what’s important about growing up – as this film says – is to be yourself. Not in a selfish way but just in a life-affirming way. There was a total lack of that for me, as I suppose there is for trans people today. And often the best way to get a message over is not to make a speech or write a book, but to make people smile. Lead them in. Persuade them there’s nothing frightening going on. Which is exactly what this film does.” — Ian McKellen / Hollywood Reporter, 28 June 2024

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Highlights from the UK tour of the Spongebob Musical:

LEWIS CORNAY OH MY GOD. Actually stole the show truly the highlight

His voice and physicality was so amazing, I smiled every time he appeared omg

The fact that we first saw Plankton on Divina's boot is really cool

The costuming of Plankton. Holy shit. So much better than the original actually

The dynamic between Karen and Plankton is actually really cute! It's different to their dynamic in the show or even in the original but it's cute

Lewis Cornay captures Spongebob's optimism so well! His lines in "no control" sound genuinely like someone who is just trying really hard to stay positive

The fucking. Look Spongebob makes at the stage when he says "we should always trust the government"

THE TOILET PAPER

Just all the Spongebob references. I loved seeing "IMAGINATION." and "the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma" and "IT'S EVIL. IT'S DIABOLICAL. IT'S LEMON SCENTED!" and the dolphin noises they were all so fun

BFF is so cute in this version, I love the little hand clap that they do

THE VIOLINIST. I loved seeing her as well as her having such a large part, as a violinist myself it's great to see pit musicians get the attention they deserve

Pearl's belts throughout are so good, I didn't really like the key change for Daddy Knows Best but she still pulled it off!

JUST A SIMPLE SPONGE. OH MY GOD. Lewis Cornay puts ALL the emotions into this one, and I mean all of them

Also the sponge choreography is always so good in that bit

I love how affectionate Spongebob and Patrick are throughout "super seastar saviour" as well as through the rest of the show

The theme of ocean pollution in general is so good

POOR PIRATES

I'm Not A Loser was a bit underwhelming considering the guy playing Squidward wasn't a professional tap dancer but his vocals remained amazing!

There's so much chemistry between the entire cast

There are probably more but I can't think of them atm but it makes me so happy to see this show in person after being a fan ever since it was first made💕

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And so it begins! The cast have completed their first week of rehearsals!

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🏳️‍🌈 Euphoria, 3/10 (Greentia) - Juno

Summary: Veronica enlists the help of a songwriter and some new friends to help make her project a reality.

A/N: Part 3 of Eurovision au, and we’re getting nearer!! Big thanks to everyone who has let me annoy them about this fic, and there is more content on my blog!!

When Veronica woke up the Monday after Pride, her alarm on August Bank Holiday sounding illegal, she found herself with a creeping headache and dry throat, in a bed that wasn’t her own, but one she knew all too well all the same.

Light green bedsheets twisted around her body, the colour clashing with the pinks and oranges of the lesbian pride flag which hung at a jarring angle on the wall opposite the bed, beside the bookcase Joe had painted black, holding a few battered books, some records, and a fluffy monkey in a hat, grinning at her over its cymbals. 

Veronica rolled onto her back, but Joe wasn’t there. 

She put one arm over her face with a groan. We’re definitely gonna have to talk about this at some point.

Even though Joe was in the flat, making a cup of tea, he said nothing to her, and Veronica had no time to think about this yet again. Her mind buzzed with a single thought: that one of Tia’s songwriters had offered Veronica a space at their studio to record this song today, and she hadn’t even showered yet. 

Her previous music had been recorded at home with their phones, but now that she’d been signed, her label had given her a budget to hire a studio. And Tia had lit up when Veronica had told them.

“My friend Baby - that’s what they’re known as, just Baby,” Tia had waved their hands excitedly as they’d told her last week, “they own a recording studio and they said they really want to meet you, want to talk about working with you, if you’re up for it? They’re an amazing songwriter.”

And now, thanks to getting distracted by Joe last night, I’m gonna be late. Kill me now.

Time was money, and she was already wasting it being late, especially as she was paying by the hour to be there. Somehow she got to the studio only ten minutes late, sprinting the last two hundred metres from the Tube station, arriving out of breath and full of nerves.

But when she got in, Baby was an excited whirlwind, adorned with box braids and the kindest smile Veronica had seen. They grasped Veronica’s hand in both of theirs and bounced on their heels. “It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!”

“What!” Veronica laughed at their response, her face heating up. “What has Tia told you?”

“Only the truth, babe.” Veronica span at their familiar voice, and her heart thumped at the sight of Tia, leaning their shoulder against the wall and sipping from a cup of coffee. They stood upright and opened their arms, and she gave them a brief hug.

“Told you they’d like you!” They whispered before she broke away.

Baby grabbed her arm, spinning her back round to them. “It’s so nice to meet you, come through -“

The recording studio was not what Veronica had imagined. Instead of being a plain, dingy place, Baby’s had a sixties feel to it, from the patterns on the walls, the decor, leather chairs and the mixing deck. The piano was in the corner, and there were guitars there already too, sitting on their stands next to their amps.

Tia immediately went to one of the chairs and sat down, spinning themself and running their hands along the deck.

“I love recording studios,” Tia sighed, “they make me feel like I’m on a spaceship or something.”

“God, me too! It’s the whole … moving your chair around the deck and all the buttons and things,” Veronica moved her hands as if turning the dials.

Baby came in, holding water and glasses, followed by someone Veronica presumed to be Baby’s girlfriend. A tall, blonde woman Veronica vaguely recognised from a Vera Wang advert she’d seen on a billboard, who was clutching a portable coffee in one hand and a Nintendo Switch in the other.

“Hi, I’m Dakota, it’s gorgeous to meet you,” she purred, leaning down and giving Veronica an air kiss on each cheek. “You like it in here? It was my idea to make it look like this. Much better than what it looked like before, so boring and brown.”

Baby sat down at the deck and put their own headphones on, but Dakota just picked up her Switch instead, settling herself into a corner out the way.

“She’s just here to watch us and play Mario Kart.” Baby grinned fondly at her.

Veronica chuckled, picking up her guitar and looping the strap over her head. “Alright. What bit are we recording first?”

It made far more sense now that she was recording with Baby why she was paying for a four-hour slot. Recording on her phone normally didn’t take long, but this was a far more detailed analysis. Baby was meticulous and heard things Veronica seemed to miss. If a note was flat, or early, it was redone, over and over until it was perfect.

Once it was complete, at the end of the day, Baby placed the headphones over her ears and played the finished song all the way through. 

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes  from the start, as she realised she actually liked hearing herself this time, and the effects and the beat that Baby had added in, gave her a floaty feeling in her chest like she was riding a roller coaster. She fought the smile until it was too strong, and the overjoyed laugh wouldn’t stay in her throat.

Baby’s smile was soft as they looked up at her. “D’you like it?”

Veronica’s voice was hoarse, her throat was sore and her fingers numb; but listening to the finished product lifted her heart, warmed her soul.

“It’s - it’s great.” She swallowed. “Thank you.”

“Oh, you’re so welcome Veronica. You know, I was looking for you online earlier, but I couldn’t see any videos for your music, just the fan-made ones - can you send me the links?

“Videos?” Veronica echoed. “What videos?”

Baby’s jaw dropped to the ground. “Hang on. Don’t you have any videos for your singles? Nothing? Oh god - we’re gonna have to hook you up. So this song - is this for your next single? When is your label planning to release? Or is this an album track?”

“It’s a side quest,” Tia said flatly.

“A what?”

“It won’t be an album track,” Veronica started, but Baby carried on through her.

“Oh, okay, well anyway, Veronica, I think you need a really eye-catching video as well for this song you’ve got here. Think about the sorts of things you want for it. You can use the green screen studio here too if you want to play instruments, but think about what you want and if you want bits at certain locations as well.“

But all the way home that evening, she didn’t really know what sorts of things she could do for a video, or where to start. And the deadline to submit her song and video was only six weeks away.

Maybe Joe can help me choose.

But when she got home, her loneliness echoed in the mundane sounds in the flat. The scrape of the front door, the keys on the countertop, the creak of the door to the living room. The buzz of her phone when a message came through, but when she looked, she found she had two to read.

Divina @ 19.02: for a video you should stay within budget, i would prioritise recording and editing costs with the money and do what you’d like with the surroundings, lots of free spaces in London you will prob find something Divina @ 19.03: recording quality is important but natural light saves you lighting costs and natural environment can be a great backdrop. Have fun with it and bring the song to life xx

Her heart sank at the other message.

Joe @ 19.08: out with anubis and the dnd lot will be late dont wait for me x

The lead weight in her gut hung heavier. It’s always the way; he just runs off with his D&D group the day after. 

She needed to talk to him. They still hadn’t talked about Veronica’s birthday either. Or that time in June where they’d both come home from work stressed and wound up and it had felt good to help the other unwind -

They had to talk. 

Even if Veronica wasn’t sure what to say.

��—

“Sorry I’m late,” Veronica flopped down onto the chair in the cafe two days later, putting down the bottle of water and jamming the heels of her hands into her temples with a groan. “Oh, god. Worst Wednesday ever. One of the invoices got messed up and I had to create a whole new order form before I could create it again.”

Dakota slammed her coffee down, staring wide-eyed at her. “You still have an office job?”

“You’ve had two number one singles, babe.” Baby tilted their head, regarding her through a mask of concern. “That’s gonna do you an injury.“

“I’m down to four days, and I need to keep money coming in.”

“It’s not always as fast to change over, Baby.” Tia, sitting beside Veronica, blew bubbles into their Diet Coke through the straw. 

Baby made a noise in their throat. “Probably won’t be much longer. Anyway. Video time! What have you been thinking?”

“Oh, God,” Veronica laughed, “lots of thoughts.”

“Spill.” Baby leaned towards her; Dakota mimicked them, leaning so close that Veronica felt like she was back at a teenage sleepover about to tell them her crush.

“So. There’s basically three types of music video, from what I can tell,” Veronica said, holding up four fingers. “One. What I’m calling the band video. Basically just a band playing their instruments, there’s loads of slow motion shots of the band members, hair flicking, the lead singer looking moody - that kind of thing.”

“Yeah, that’s one,” Baby nodded at her. “In the biz we normally call that the performance video. Good if you just want the viewer to see you strumming a guitar and lip synching.”

“Exactly.” Veronica put one finger down. “Second, there’s a story. Crap acting and the occasional wide-angle lens of the singer looking sad.”

Tia snorted and held up their hands. “Yep. Been there, done that.”

"Narrative.” Baby grinned. “Really popular.”

“Then there’s the … I don’t know how to describe this. The weird one. There is no reason for any of what’s happening, it doesn’t make sense with the song, but it looks cool. Sometimes they don’t even have the singer in them. Like, the song is about falling in love but the video is someone walking around the underground.”

Baby laughed. “Yeah, I know what you’re saying. We call them concept videos; you don’t always understand the reason but it’s the artist’s vision. I see a lot more of those now, people never used to like them, but they’re getting more popular.”

“I always wanted to do one of those,” Tia sighed, “but I don’t think I ever did.”

“Which one did you like doing most?” Veronica asked them.

Tia looked up to the ceiling, considering. “I liked the performance ones. They were always great. Normally in a nice car or a boat, or in mansions and old castles. And we used to dress up and strut around.”

“Oh, yeah. I call those the boss bitch ones.” Baby said. “They’re always really fun to record, and you always come away from those feeling really good about yourselves.”

“That’s the only thing I missed about the band. Us all trying to strut around and look sexy.” Tia gave a dry chuckle. “Didn’t work for me.”

“What did Vanity always say about you?” Baby asked them.

“That I had two left feet that she could see, and maybe two more invisible ones,” Tia deadpanned, picking up their straw. “And I guess she had a point.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Veronica shook her head. “Anyway, did I get them all?”

“You missed the animated video, but I don’t think you’d be wanting to go for either of those, would you? Is there one you like most?”

“I’m not sure.” Veronica rested her chin on the heel of her hand. “I’ve got the budget off the label, so I’ll see what I can get for that.”

“They might have some direction they want you to go in, I’d ask them first,” Baby pointed at Veronica’s phone. 

She picked it up, dropping Divina a message. 

Veronica @ 18.17: What sorts of things does the label want for the video? 

When she put her phone down, Baby and Tia were in deep discussion. 

“… office, and I’d already told them I had to take some leave. Ugh. I just want to get this wrapped up now.”

“Have you got some dates you’re wanting to get booked in?”

Tia nodded. “It’ll be quite a big chunk of December, Dakota said that was the earliest you had two days at a time available. God, at the rate we’re going though, we’ll only have three songs done!”

Baby’s mouth dropped in feigned outrage, giving them a slap on their forearm. “Is that a hint? Genius comes to those who wait, babe.”

“Are you …” But they both turned to Veronica as if in shock at her interruption, as if they’d forgotten she was there.

“Sorry. But are you doing music at the moment as well?”

Baby looked up at Tia, their face suddenly serious. But Tia nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve decided I have one more album in me.”

“They said that about their first,” Baby grinned.

"Alright, okay,” Tia put their hand to their forehead, chuckling softly at Baby’s remark. “I have at least one more album in me. So, Vee, your video, do you want to brainstorm some ideas?”

Having an industry professional and a fresh-from-retirement singer brainstorming a video with her made it much more methodical. Hiring recording equipment and the studio would be the main expense, but the rest was already at her fingertips.

“I know a few people with cameras,��� Baby ticked off their fingers, “and there’s loads of woodland you can record in, and as long as it’s a nice day and we’re facing the right direction, you won’t need artificial lighting.”

All the way home visions of woodland and what her video could look like ran through Veronica’s head like a film reel. Ethereal, dreamlike images of herself dancing in sunlight through trees, something her mum would probably call frolicking and her sister would roll her eyes at and call embarrassing.

When she got back home, she ran to her wardrobe, running her hand along all the dresses she had and picturing herself in them, dancing to her song, being on a screen for millions of people to see. 

By the time she’d rounded it down to a shin-length pink dress and a shimmery gold summer dress, it was almost ten.

She wanted to see what Joe thought, but he hadn’t come home yet. 

——

"I’m sorry Neil … migraine. Really, really bad.”

She didn’t see Joe until that Friday morning, standing at the open door to her room, tapping his heel against the wooden frame, making what sounded to Veronica like a lot of noise. She waved a hand, but he didn’t take notice.

“No no, it’s fine; my in-tray was already done yesterday so it will just be today’s things …”

“Rodney.” Veronica looked up at Joe as the car horn sounded from outside yet again.

“Yeah, yes, I know Neil … and Kat has access to my emails.”

Another beep. Veronica coughed.

“Sorry, sorry - I’ll feel better on Monday. Hopefully. Thanks. Sorry. Bye." 

She hung up the call with a relieved sigh.

"All sorted.”

“Yes!” Joe punched the air while Veronica reached for her shoes. “See, I told you it would be easy to -”

Her phone was buzzing, this time a call from Tia’s number.

“Oh my god, I can’t, I need to -”

“Here.” Joe grabbed the phone and pressed the dial. “Well hello. How are you doing this fine sunny morning?”

“It’s meant to rain in like two hours, are you and Ronnie ready to -”

“Yes, yes we’re on our way.”

“Got everything? Change of outfit? Shoes? Makeup? Wipes? Deodorant?”

“Don’t worry my darling, we have everything on the list you gave us, just have to persuade our Ronnie to get out the door -”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Joe just looked back at the phone. “That’s what she said after Pride too.”

“Joe -”

By the time they got downstairs, threw the two bags into the boot of Kitty’s car, and Kitty’s foot had hit the accelerator pedal, Veronica’s stomach was starting to hurt. 

“What if I’m seen?”

“Hmm?” Joe turned away from the window to face her, squashed in the middle with Tia on her left.

"I just don’t want to get in trouble. With Neil.”

“You won’t, my love; he has a duty to trust his employees.”

“Bit nerve-wracking, that’s all.” She sighed. “Tell you what though. I’ve never done it before, I feel dead naughty -”

“What?” The collective shout of the other four, combined with their heads spinning like owls round to face Veronica in the back sent the car into a drift, until Kitty gave a squeak and turned back to face the road, waving an apology at another car she’d come very close to.

“You’ve never just … taken a day?” Ella asked flatly, their jaw on the armrest next to the passenger seat.

“Ronnie, remember when you were leaving the house last month and I told you I had a day off? Well,” Joe patted her hand with a patronising smile, “it wasn’t because I’d booked one, let’s just say that.

"And I told my agent multiple times that I was getting laryngitis when I was really hanging out my arse or on a beach somewhere.”

Kitty waved her hand. “I told mine I thought I had appendicitis because I’d heard Ella mentioning it from some book she was reading, my agent didn’t even think about it, they just took my word, and I was then papped at Notting Hill carnival, with a huge cocktail in my arms, and put in the Metro the next day.”

“Oh my -” Veronica clapped a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing. “So you’ve all done this before?”

“Many, many times babe,” Tia shook their head. “God, how have you never done it!”

Veronica looked back at Joe. Bathed in amber sunlight, he looked positively angelic when he took her hand from her lap, stroked her knuckles.

“He isn’t out looking for you, Rodney, he just expects you to be in bed. Which, as far as he knows, you are. No one is gonna spot you outside. No one will see. They’re all in the office, so they won’t spot you all the way out in Epping Forest.”

Her tongue was robbed of a response, as it often was when he seemed to read her mind like this, but he still raised her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

“It will all be fine, my love.”

Her stomach, twisting itself into a knot moments ago now settled, the slow ache passing away, because when Joe spoke words like that he seemed to cast a spell with them.

And he didn’t fail today.

They still needed to talk. But not today.

They pulled into a parking space, grabbed the bags from the boot, and follower Kitty and Ella to the agreed spot. Veronica’s eyes were trained on Ella on the way, ten feet ahead of the other three on their walk deeper into the forest. 

“What’s Ella Vaday doing here -”

“Oh - she’s really good at creative direction. She coordinated some videos for me when I first went solo.”

“She’s - she’s Glinda! She’s on the West End!” Veronica whispered back, her eyes wide. 

Tia shrugged. “Yeah, she is now, but she still does stuff like this now and then, and she is free today, so she said she’d come.”

A whirlwind had brought them to this point in less than twenty-four hours. A hurried message to the group chat from Baby that a last minute cancellation had come up in the studio for this afternoon; Tia finding people to record and a location to take advantage of the warm September sunshine; and Joe’s shift switching to Saturday night instead of Friday. The only thing that had been needed for everything to fall into place was for Veronica to get the Friday off work.

Just the idea of faking a migraine to her boss had been enough for adrenaline to still be running through her now, but arriving at Epping Forest on this perfect morning felt like nature sighing with relief.

Sunshine followed them here, the few clouds bright and blinding white as if dipped in melted silver. A rainbow of leaves, succumbing to autumn, painted their woodland canvas for the day in deep red and umber orange and mustard yellow and pale green, and the blue of the water of the lake they reached sparkled with diamonds left by sunlight.

“Where have you all been?” Baby was there, hugging Tia as they came up to them all. They were flanked by Dakota, yawning and clutching a steaming travel mug, and some others that Veronica hadn’t met, each holding a camera.

“Sminty and Le Fil,” Baby pointed to them each, “probably the most awake people here.”

At their words, Sminty raised her head and gave Baby a look that might have killed them on the spot if their back hadn’t been turned. 

“Are we ready to go,” Ella called, “light is looking fab at the moment so I don’t want to chance the weather turning or anything -”

“I just have to change quickly, and then we’re good to go.” Veronica looked around. “Where - where should I change?”

“The changing rooms are right there, love,” Sminty pointed to a spot with thin air, while Le Fil shrieked with laughter and batted her on the arm.

Dakota shrugged, smiling awkwardly. “That tree is quite big there, you might want to change behind it?”

She’d opted for the pink floaty dress, with lots of material to flow behind her. But in her hurry she’d forgotten her shoes, and all her accessories.

Jesus Christ.

So when she came round the tree, announcing herself with a forced jovial “ta-da!"  throwing her arms wide as she could, she couldn’t stop warmth creeping up her face. She was in her converse, grey with wear, however absurd it appeared against the pink flowing material of her skirts; and no accessories whatsoever. 

But Joe, beaming delightedly. gave a gasp and reached towards her. “You look fantastic, Rodney, an absolute dream.”

“Love that colour on you,” Dakota purred, “you’ll have to tell me where you got that dress - oh god, you look so lovely I could just eat you up.”

“Hey, hey, I saw her first, I’m calling dibs.”

“Maybe she isn’t interested in dibs, Joe, maybe -“

But Tia’s quiet, unfathomable expression drowned out their voices. They were looking at her as if they’d never seen her before, frozen like a statue, until Baby nudged them to say something and they picked up their phone.

“… this lovely place, isn’t it gorgeous!” Joe’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, turning Veronica to the view. “Absolutely wonderful. You’re going to fit right in.”

“Okay, let’s get going,” Ella was setting up the cameras as she spoke, adjusting positions for the movement of the sun. They had to work quickly against their natural backdrop which was changing every minute, every second they delayed.

Veronica realised with a laugh that the video set-up had virtually nothing to do with the song. In fact, by her own ratings, this was going to be number three: a weird one. 

“Veronica?” Ella called, approaching her and holding out her hand. “Are we taking any stills for the cover on your phone?” 

“Yeah -“ Veronica picked up her phone, but as she was switching on the camera, she spotted a new message from Divina.

Divina @ 9.05: sorry Ronnie been poorly last couple of days. yes the label want someone with you in the video besides Joe to act as a friend/love interest. having someone else in there makes you look more relatable xx

Her breath caught in her throat. “Oh, god.”

“What?” Ella asked.

“They want me to have someone else in the video.” She showed Ella and Joe her phone, and Joe closed his eyes.

“God’s sake. Couldn’t Divina have told you before this morning, Jesus.”

“I only messaged them on Wednesday night, it’s not their fault.”

“Alright,” Ella nodded, putting her hands on her hips. “You’ll need to get someone else to sign in to your video. Once you’ve got that, we can shoot. I think we’ll have to cancel today.”

“Cancel?” 

The word fell like a lead weight.  Veronica’s mind span at the realisation - she’d lose the day today for filming, she’d lose her slot at the studio, she’d lose the money she’d already paid towards that and to the people here … A frantic course of mental gymnastics later, and she realised that if she didn’t do this today, she’d likely have no budget to give it another try, her blood ran cold at the mere thought -

“I’ll do it.”

The voice came from behind Veronica. She looked over her shoulder at Tia, who shrugged. "I’m not doing much else other than standing around getting in the way.”

“Tia? Are you sure?” Ella raised one eyebrow. “Would it be okay if you were in someone else’s video in a non-singing part given … you know.”

There it was again.But Tia made a noise in their throat.

“As long as people don’t recognise me. Hang on. I’ve still got the cap I think…”

They looked in their bag, pulling out a baseball cap. “Oh, good, I thought I still had this. It’s not mine, it’s Vic’s,” Tia explained, “she left it at my house one time, I said she had to come and get it, and she said she would … and then she didn’t.”

Baby frowned. “You think people aren’t going to recognise you … because you’re wearing a hat?”

“I’m in my casuals, why not?” Tia motioned down to their jeans and tie-dye shirt, looking up at Veronica. “What do you think?”

And truthfully what Veronica thought wasn’t something she could verbalise, but her fireworks were exploding in her chest and hope had sprung again in her mind. 

“Sounds good,” Joe said behind them both, “what are we waiting for?”

Working with Ella on a set outside meant painstaking planning. Ella held her phone at so many angles, testing lighting and filters and sound, taking almost twice as long to set up as to film.

But once she was satisfied, filming here was like being lost in some magical world. She encouraged Veronica to do whatever felt right; to dance, spin, to hang from trees and cartwheel. Ella recorded lots of angles, lots of locations, and plenty of plain shots for the green screen later, while Veronica let worry leave her body through her hands and feet into the dirt and grass, let herself become the song.

Making music had always been a magnetic pull, but the music coming alive this blissful way intoxicated her, and quitting her office job for more and more of this sensation had never felt more tempting.

It was Ella who brought her back to Earth, in a scene with Tia. They were meant to be walking towards each other, but Ella had shouted for them to stop so many times the sun was disappearing behind the clouds.

“Cut - alright, okay, you both need to learn how to walk.”

“What?” Both Tia and Veronica said in unison, and then Veronica caught their eye and they both snorted with laughter.

Ella huffed for what felt like the millionth time that morning. “This is serious - you can’t just walk like you normally walk, you have to walk mysteriously.”

Veronica put her hands on her hips. “How in the name of satan’s balls am I meant to do that?”

Ella ignored Tia’s explosion of laughter, slapping their hand to their mouth to quash it, folding her arms. “Just walk like you normally would, but mysteriously.”

She walked back to her spot, and tried again, this time mimicking  a creeping motion with her hands and feet that made Tia stop dead in their tracks, their face tensed as they tried not to laugh again.

“Cut - Veronica.”

Imitating Ella’s weary huff, Veronica folded her arms. “Ella.”

She gestured at the sky. “Do you want to be doing this in the rain?”

Veronica let her arms drop to her sides. “Just - okay.” She turned and walked back to her spot. “Tell me how it should be, then.”

“I already said. Mysterious.”

“But what does that even -“

“Ron, just look at me as if you’ve never seen me before, but I’ve got something really sparkly on my face - like a diamond or something - and you want to take it off me.” Tia waved a hand as they spoke. “It’s fine, Ella, we’ll get it.”

Tia was wringing their hands, and Veronica mouthed a sorryat them, but they gave her a small smile, shaking their head.

She fixed her gaze on a spot just above their eyeline, and tried to picture what Tia might have there if they could grow anything. Maybe a unicorn horn, maybe a jewel, maybe another eye. Maybe it wouldn’t even be something growing, but a headpiece, delicately placed on their head with a decorative piece in the centre. 

No, that would be annoying. If that was me, I’d be batting it off my head all day. 

No, a jewel seemed most likely. And as they came closer to her, she could see them with a sapphire maybe, or topaz, or maybe a brilliant amber with deeper browns and golds at its heart -

“Cut. Better, much better. I think that’s a wrap on this scene. Do you two want to go and sit on the branch now?” 

Veronica barely realised she’d moved at all, but apparently she had, and Tia had met her in the middle, tilting their head to the left in what was becoming a familiar movement.

“See?” They murmured, so quietly Ella wouldn’t have heard. “Instant mystery.”

But Veronica wheezed with laughter and made her way past them to the branch of the tree they were both meant to be sitting on next.

For the ending, she and Tia were meant to be filmed from behind, sitting on this low branch and looking at the lake. But all the expertise she had garnered as a kid at climbing trees seemed to have left her body, and she yelled in frustration as she swung from it like a sloth. 

Tia chuckled, climbing on easily and tugging her up with them, their arm around the bough to keep steady.

“We’re just going to film the ending, with you two looking at the distance, so just, y'know,” Ella gestured with her hands  “do what you’d normally do together.”

Veronica waited for her to move behind them before muttering, “Yeah, because I’m always up in trees with people,” to another snort from Tia.

“You’re nailing this, Vee.” 

Their voice was so low. The hand around Veronica’s shoulder was quivering, ever so slightly, and they would not let go of the bough of the tree with their other arm. 

“Tia,“ How did you know that would work?”

They bobbed their shoulders. “You pick up a few tricks as you go along.”

“Yeah, but …” Veronica chuckled, “that was pretty specific, Tia.”

Tia opened their mouth and then closed it with a bark of laughter. “You know - yeah.”

They were looking towards the horizon, but blinds had fallen behind their eyes again, lips pressing tightly together and then parting.

“Look,” Veronica began, but the longer she looked at them, the more unsure every word in the dictionary sounded in her head, trying to piece together something that she could say to them. 

Eventually, she settled on just one. “Thanks.”

They frowned, turning to her. “For … for teaching you a trick?”

Veronica shook her head with another laugh. “No! For …”

For standing in. For calming me down. For being here. For always being here for some reason -

“… for this.” She gestured in a wide circle, hoping to make some sense. But Tia’s eyes darted between hers, their fingers tightening at her shoulder and their lips pressing tightly together. 

“I mean it,” she continued, not sure what was propelling her to speak but needing to fill this expanse, “you’re - you’ve done so much for me, and …”

“You’re, like …”

But Tia gave a quiet laugh, averting their eyes to her shoulder with a bite of their lip - and that bizarre urge Veronica had on the roof came back again -

“Cut, we’re good! Nice one!” Ella shouted from behind them both, brushing her hands when Veronica turned to her. “Back to the studio now?”

When Veronica turned back, Tia was wordlessly sliding off the branch, helping Veronica back down by catching her against their chest, hurriedly letting her go, letting in the chilly wind that was picking up.

”Guess we should -“

”Yeah,” Veronica nodded. “Off to the studio.”

But Tia sat in the passenger seat on the way back, and Veronica didn’t get the chance to find out what she was.

——

It took almost a month for the edit to be completed on her video, but at the start of October, the deadline approaching to apply, Kitty emailed her to say it would be with her the following day.

Divina had breathed a sigh of relief when Veronica had told them. “Oh, thank God. Come to the office tomorrow afternoon and we’ll get the whole thing done and dusted and sent off.”

But when the afternoon crept on, with no email from Kitty, Joe persuaded her to take a detour with him to a park he’d found one stop away from the office. 

They walked together, while leaves around them tumbled in clusters from the trees, draping an autumnal carpet around their feet, and the rain fell in a gloriously steady noise on the umbrella and the trees and the river before them.

Joe gave a shiver, and Veronica turned to him.

“Remind me why you brought me out here.”

“Well.” Joe shrugged. “Nice to find a bit of London that isn’t all urban jungle, darling, don’t you think? And anyway. You seemed a little …” he looked up, contemplating his next words. “… tetchy. Yes, a little tetchy.”

“Tetchy?”

But she had to admit, he had a point. Her stomach rumbled from not having had a thing to eat since breakfast; her eyelids were heavy from waking up at three this morning, too excited to fall asleep again.

This video was the final piece of the puzzle for Eurovision, but it was more than that.

It was her own vision. It was art in a form she’d never contemplated. It was her embodiment of her song, it was completely and utterly her, something that she wanted to see on the screen, something that transcended herself and watch the music come out of her, watch herself rising, rising -

The email arrived.

Joe heard the buzz, and turned to her, quirking an eyebrow.

With a hammering heart, Veronica clicked the email, nodding at him.

“Here we go,” she whispered to Joe, and he gave an excited squeak and leaned closer to her. 

There it was.

Her video.

Her video.

Her video.

Lustrous shimmers danced in her hair and all the frills of the fabric of her dress, drifting like candyfloss clouds in the echoes of her movements. Pastel pink lights filled the screen, letting Veronica bask in an ethereal blur of light. She saw someone with effortless elegance, every step so free and joyful, someone who had exploded into life from a cocoon, who sang a celebration of the world and of her place in it.

Some part of her was aware that Joe’s arm slipped into hers to grasp and rub her hand, but her heart fluttered and her lungs wouldn’t work and she was lost in this idyllic dream …

Then the music ended, the video stopped, bringing her sharply back to reality.

Veronica was back under Joe’s huge black umbrella, and all the while the world had continued to turn, leaves spiralling downwards in brown and red and orange, and the pattering of raindrops around them both clearing her mind, cooling her overheated nerves. 

Neither of them spoke.

All Veronica felt was her soul settling back into her body, a hum from Joe, squeezing her fingers.

“Magnificent, isn’t it? What did you think?”

But Veronica didn’t reply. She just kept breathing, words rushing half-formed through her head but vanishing before she could catch them.

“I … are you sure you’re happy you were only in a little bit of it?" 

"Of course!” Joe squeezed her hand. “You know I have more of a face for radio, anyway.”

“Oh. We’ll have to get you on there then.”

Joe gave a cackle, throwing his head back.

She turned to him. “What?”

“This is why I love spending time with you, Ronnie, because most people would just simper at me that of course I don’t have a radio face, but your reaction is to want to get me on the radio instead!” He cackled again, and Veronica’s face grew very warm again.

“Sorry. I don’t think I registered-”

“Don’t apologise, it’s hilarious!” He leaned into her, laughter dying, and grinned at her. “Anyway, I loved it. There was the right amount of me and the right amount of you. And Tia looks really different to how they look on their socials, don’t you agree? I hardly recognised them at first.”

She nodded, and with a jolt in her stomach realised that if Joe didn’t recognise them, and he’d seen them close up, then what was to stop them from being incognito with the world?

By the time she’d walked the rest of the way to the office, Divina was waiting in the lobby for her, tapping their foot against the leg of their chair and sighing with a roll of their eyes when she got in. 

“You really like to do everything last minute dot com, don’t you?” They stood, leading her back towards their office, from the main reception and through the corridor, through the open plan workstations and to the offices at the back. 

It still smelled of fresh paint, even though the walls didn’t seem to have changed colour at all; but while Divina walked briskly through the hallway of the main reception area, Veronica stopped to admire the so-called talent wall. It was by far her favourite part of the office, featuring all the pictures and names and descriptions of the various careers of people who were currently signed to the label, and their achievements.

“I’m not on this wall yet!” She called to Divina. “When is my picture getting put here?”

“When you win Eurovision, Ron,” Divina deadpanned back. 

She chuckled to herself, skimming her eyes across the names. Lots of stars from the past and present, familiar names …

Tia Kofi?

“This needs to be submitted before five, Ronnie!”

She had to tear herself away from their blurb on the wall and jog through the office to Divina’s voice, from their cubicle of a room. Painstakingly organised, the wall calendar neatly marked with annotations and every paper in their neat pile, Veronica always felt they were taking a trip to their old headmaster’s office whenever she went to see them.

They were perched at their chair, horn-rimmed glasses pushed up their nose, not looking up and tapping on the keyboard plugged into their laptop. 

“Have you got everything ready to submit?” 

Veronica nodded. “Yes.”

“You sure? You did the checklist the label made you?”

“Yep - I filled in the form, I got the song cover, the song itself, I’ve got the video, I’ve done everything they asked.” She unfolded the paper for the fiftieth time, running a finger down every question again. “Act, Veronica Green. Names of participants, Veronica Green. Pretty straight forward so far,” she giggled at her own joke.

Divina echoed her laugh, but their foot was tapping against the table leg, Veronica could feel it. “Good.”

“Label, Meridian; song title, Butterfly; song length, two minutes and fifty four seconds -“

“Alright, alright, I don’t need to hear it all.” Divina pulled up their paper copy of the checklist. “Form, done. Song? In each format?”

“Saved on the email.”

“Video?”

“Compressed and ready to send.”

“Art?”

“Everyone’s been credited,” Veronica checked again, “yep, they’re all on there.”

“The endorsement from Meridian? Well,” Divina muttered, opening their folder on their screen, “I’ve got that. Somewhere. That’s the vital part; they won’t submit you without the sponsorship from the label. Ah, here it is. Alright. You just need the email itself now.”

“What,” Veronica put a hand to her chest, “can’t I just say hey, pick me, I can get the Eurovision party started right now?”

A nerve twitched in Divina’s neck.

“I’m joking, I promise.” Veronica raked a hand through her hair. “Okay. How about this. ‘Dear theydies and gentlethem, I wrote a song, please consider me for the queer FA Cup final this year. Love Ronnie.’ And I’ll add some kisses.”

Joe would have laughed. Tia probably would have too. Divina just tilted their head and stared wordlessly at Veronica.

“Okay, fine. I’ll put For your consideration, please find attached my submission for the Eurovision Song Contest 2023 to represent the UK. Kind regards, Veronica Green.”

“That sounds ideal.” Divina unfolded her arms. “You’ve got about an hour before the deadline, I’d recommend getting it done right now.”

Even though she’d checked the attachments of the email to the BBC so many times, she checked them again. And one more time for good measure. They hadn’t changed since this morning: still the song, all the album artwork, and now the video. Everything still worked, everything was still there.

She took a deep breath.

Her finger hovered over the blue Send button on the screen.

Then she pressed it, and breathed out.

It’s done.

It’s done! 

Her whole body tingled. Her hands shook slightly and the oxygen in the room didn’t feel like it was quite enough.

I’ve applied for Eurovision. Holy shit!

Pride Challenge Points: 6032

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That analogy is just 👩🏽‍🍳💋 (chef's kiss). It's the type of love I enjoy reading about and believing in (but pretending that I don't). So well written and impactful.

My bestie is a Bucky girl through and through and this type of consuming hunger and borderline obsession from Bucky to whomever he is interested in is her JAM! And honestly why wouldn't it be? The thought of someone having a basic primal NEED for you is beyond intoxicating.

Ty to @buckets-and-trees for putting this on my dash and @navybrat817 for writing and sharing.

Why isn't Bucky waking me up to have his way with me?

I wish I had the answer, nonnie!

Slip Inside

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky can't resist having you when he comes home.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, somnophilia (at first), established relationship, pet names, possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me, okay?), lovesick and needy Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I can't send Bucky, but here you lovelies go! ❤️Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky wasn't meant to be home until tomorrow. He almost called to let you know he’d be back a day early, but it was late and he didn't want to disturb your slumber. Imagining the happy look in your eyes when you woke up beside him brought a smile to his face. Being loved by you was something he still couldn't believe was real some days, but he knew in the depths of his soul that you would always be his girl.

“Welcome home,” he whispered to himself when he saw you in bed, a sight for sore eyes.

He kept his gaze on you as he undressed, careful not to make any noise. You had an arm draped over the pillow next to you, the one he usually rested his head on. His heart raced as he took a step closer and gently pulled the blanket away, your body barely covered by the shirt he recently bought for you. Shivering slightly, you tried to curl in on yourself, but stilled quickly.

Like you knew he was watching you.

“I love you,” he breathed into the room.

You replied with a moan and rubbed your hand against the pillow.

You were beautiful when you slept. If you asked him, you were gorgeous all the time. A breathless kind of vision that he grew to appreciate more and more each day. But you weren't like a piece of art for him to just admire. You were the type of beauty meant to be appreciated.

And he gladly did so with his hands, mouth, and cock.

Oh, he loved you. Fuck, he needed you, too. It was an ache. A hunger. Awake, asleep, it didn't matter as long as he had you. And you were understanding enough to let him take what he needed.

“Mine,” he whispered.

Bucky quickly took the opportunity to slip into the bed and spoon you from behind. Your steady breathing grounded him in a sense while awakening the beast he kept at bay. The one that wanted to come out and play. One that needed to bury himself deep and keep you full.

If you were awake, he would've turned your head to kiss you nice and slow, unrushed even with the mounting desperation. Instead he rubbed his nose and scruffy chin at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, breathing in the distinctly sweet scent of you while wanting to leave his claim. That no one else could touch or have you. That you were his.

“You're mine,” he growled lowly.

Rubbing the inside of your thigh once he pushed your shirt up enough, he heard your breathing hitch. He wasn't ready for you to wake up just yet, but it didn't keep him moving his hand higher and grasping the elastic of your underwear. He debated tearing the offending fabric off, but he couldn't fault you for wearing them.

You didn't know he'd come home tonight.

He also thought about touching you through your panties to feel you squirm under his touch. Your whines and whimpers always made his cock twitch, especially when you soaked the fabric. Sometimes he liked to shove them in your mouth so you could taste yourself and know he was the one who did that to you.

Only him.

He brushed his lips along your skin as he pulled it down, almost wishing he was in front of you so he could look down and see your exposed pussy. “Mine,” he whispered again as his fingers parted your folds and skimmed over your clit.

You moved back against him with a sigh, enticing him without even trying. Alternating between teasing the bundle of nerves and your slit, he felt his own breathing get heavier and harsh with each passing second. By the time he brought his fingers to his mouth to lick your juices away, his cock was hard and heavy with the need to sink into your dripping cunt. He grunted as your flavor exploded on his tongue. He was done with foreplay.

And with how you panted and writhed, you were ready for him.

He hooked your leg over his thick thigh to open you up, hoping it wouldn't hurt when you stretched around him. “I love you,” he said once more as he brushed the tip of his cock against your hole, sighing as he slowly filled you up.

He had to close his eyes and hide his face in your neck to keep from losing it. He could go for hours when he wanted to, but the feel of your warm wetness gripping him like a vice was almost too much. Finishing quickly or not didn't matter. You’d take it as a compliment if your sweet cunt made him empty himself inside you so fast.

But he had to make it last and make you come first.

With a deep breath, he got himself under control. You let out the sweetest whine when he almost pulled out completely and shoved himself back in. Curled around you, all you could do was take his deep thrusts. He could've breathed through his nose and tried to stay quiet. He could’ve gone slow and steady. But he moaned and nipped at your skin, not wanting to hide his desire for you.

He couldn't see your face, but he felt you roll your hips back as you began to stir and heard another whine escape. You weren't completely awake, but your body craved what he was doing to you. It was enough for him to roll you on your stomach and quicken his pace.

“Bucky?” You mumbled.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't resist. Your pussy’s too good,” he groaned, putting a hand to the back of your neck to hold you still. “I need you. Need to feel you come on my cock.”

You fluttered around him as he stretched over your back, forcing you to take every inch of him. Your body went pliant as you let out a tired and needy moan. If you wanted him to stop, you would’ve told him to do so. “Please,” you whined as he practically rutted into you.

“I got you,” he grunted, driving harder into you as your fingers twisted in the sheets. “Missed you. Missed you so fucking much. Might need to keep my cock in you all night.”

You trembled, both of you knowing you’d lay there and let him fuck you all night if he asked. You were so good for him. And greedy. It would be wrong of him not to give you what you longed for.

“And you'll let me fill you up, won't you? Of course, you will,” he panted against your ear. You tried to arch your back, but his massive frame overpowered you. “It’s okay. Just take it. Let me have you.”

Fucking you raw was a gift he’d selfishly continue to ask for and take. But how could he not? You always let out the prettiest sounds when he flooded your holes.

He couldn't stop himself from shoving his hand between the mattress and your body, seeking out your clit to tip you over the edge. Moans poured from you as he lightly pinched it, giving you the push you needed. “That’s it. Come on my cock. My cock. My good girl,” he encouraged as you clamped around him hard enough for him to lose his breath.

You nearly cried as he took you apart. “Bu… Bucky…”

“Trembling around my cock. Greedy girl,” he moaned, his hips snapping faster as he brought his mouth back to your ear. “My turn.”

He let out a deep groan as he stilled, filling you. His release hit him so hard his head spun, muttering his love for and possession of you as his eyes fluttered. You let out a broken moan as you clenched around him again and he had to keep from collapsing against you, both of you fighting for air.

“Love you,” he mumbled, wanting you to hear it now that you were awake.

He only pulled out so he could move you to your back and desperately kiss your lips the way he needed to, pushing himself back inside your leaking hole with a hum. Your eyes were half-lidded when he broke the kiss. Your gaze made him want to ruin you all over again.

“Love you, too,” you croaked, your back bowing when he groped your breast through the shirt. “Welcome home.”

Bucky’s heart pounded as he leaned down to kiss you again. It was a dance of tongue and teeth, dizzying and passionate. Some days you were the fire and others you were the fuel. You accepted the entirety of him and he welcomed everything you selflessly gave him in return.

“Good to be home, baby,” he smirked, brushing his thumb along your covered nipple. “Now stay awake. I need to fill you up at least two more times before the sun comes up.”

Even after that, he wasn't close to being done with you. But he was whole because he was home with you. And that would always be enough.

We deserve this, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[dailyspongebobmusical]

production photos from the UK tour of the spongebob musical, photos by mark senior.

[willstafford]

Absorbing

THE SPONGEBOB MUSICAL Grand Theatre, Wolverhampton, Tuesday 27th June 2023 The wildly successful cartoon series is brought to colourful life in this new hit musical.  Rather than dress in large suits, like Disneyland mascots, the characters are adapted to fit their human performers.  Such is the genius of the design, they are all instantly recognisable to even the most casual Spongebob…

[zarrocktumbles]

Went to see The Spongebob Musical at the weekend (final show of the UK tour as it turns out) and I liked a lot of the songs. But I've been listening to the original cast recording on Spotify since, and I gotta say... I hugely prefer the UK tour cast. When is that album gonna come out, huh???

[gifsbysimplysonia]

For those of you who know the drill and for those that don't? Ahead there be...

They looked like two deer caught in headlights mere seconds before death. Wade's lips curled into a smile bright enough to rival the sunlight that poured in through the open window. Logan however looked as if he witnessed a ghost climbing out of the shitty painted walls to your right.

So I love this because it's such a perfect juxtaposition of how differently these 2 react to the same situation. We love Wade and Logan for how alike they are AND how different they are, and this is a description that highlights one of the differences we love. Really well done

"Sweet angel of the morning can I proposition you for a moment? Don't worry I'm not selling you a car. Although I could." Wade poured coffee into your new favorite mug—a tiny painting of Wolverine sat neatly on the front. "This is more of a learning experience."

The way that you write Wade plays so easily and perfectly in my head. You have his voice down TO A TEE and I enjoyed him SO very much because of how connected you are to the character.

He thought you were going to run; you leaned into his side to prove you would stay. Whatever question Wade was intent on asking, it clearly touched a nerve. One you had to fix before another mishap occurred in your relationship. Logan wasn't the greatest at communication, but you could make up for his lack of talking in a language he understood well enough. Physical touch.

That she knows Logan well enough to know what he's afraid of and how to communicate best with him made me LIGHT UP WITH JOY. Cuz as a Gemini Sun, I often crave the impossible which is someone to read my mind and give me what i want/need without asking. She seems to be that for Logan and I love the fact she wants to reassure him and can do so simply because she gets him.

"Have you ever studied the art—nay the science—of a threesome?"

You choked on your coffee.

Yeah me too lol we all know Wade is gonna Wade but like, I so rarely discuss sexual things openly, let alone before it gets dark outside so I'm FA-LOORED by him

"There's classes dedicated to its research. I'd be a teacher, but have you met your boy toy over there? He's been alive for two hundred years. There's no way he's not danced the twisters tango."

"Twisters...tango?" Logan's hand patted your upper back as you forced the words out through a choked rasp.

I'm not sure why, but the image of a stone faced Logan patting her back to help her through her choking as she's trying to work out WTF Wade could possibly mean makes me CACKLE. I love the humor that's infused into this conversation because being someone who doesn't get to discuss sex like this, I would be all awkward nerves so I appreciate/envy how Wade just goes for it, but how a person who doesn't also reacts lol

The air around you grew tense as Logan's hand fell to your hip in a silent claim you felt curl at the base of your spine. Wade's smile never wavered, even as you felt your mouth dry. The offer circled in your head with a quickness that left you dizzy and gasping for breath. A threesome wasn't the most outlandish of propositions...

I think she's gonna say yessssssss

Logan tensed which gave you the answer you were looking for.

He wasn't worried about his own feelings. He merely wanted you to feel safe. There would never be another day you were put in harm's way because of something he caused. This was simply another one of those moments; a time where the choice remained entirely up to you.

Logan being possessive and protective? And her asking "How would it happen?"

Logan and self control never went hand in hand. Yet he held on by the skin of his teeth in order to help you settle into a familiar state of comfort. You silently thanked him for that...

LORDT I did not know how much of a turn on protective, patient, controlling himself by the skin of his teeth Logan was til I read this storyyyyyyyyy

His thumb smoothing your furrowed brows pulled you from your thoughts. "You can say no honey. Don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Logan–"

He shook his head, dropping to his knees before you. "If you say no I'll heat up the breakfast and Wade can put on a movie. Yeah?"

"And if I say yes?" you breathed.

"Then we take it as slow as you want."

I'm dyinggggggggggg

The answer lay on the tip of your tongue, begging to be put out into the world. So you pulled him in for a kiss.

The fact you talked about how physical touch was Logan's preferred language and now when she can't find the words, that's the language she reverts to with him is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ... sigh.

He rose to his feet, hand cupping your chin to keep you in place. Spit trailed down your chin and for a moment you felt the urge to wipe it away. To clean your body in case that's not what he desired at this time. He cut you off with a growl, licking at the wet smear of spit before letting it fall back on your tongue. His thumb dragging the rest down the length of your throat.

"I want you fuckin' messy honey," he muttered. "Gotta show off my pretty little thing."

Dom and dirty? YES PLZ. BUT THEN BUT THEN BUT THEN...

A gasp pierced the air, your body jolting at the command. This was familiar to you. Logan leading the dance as you trailed along with the hopes he'd see how good you could be. How much you longed to please him. Somehow the aspect of your relationship flipped when it came to sex. He was no longer tentative or worried there was a chance you might find him repulsive.

When it came to this Logan understood your love for him held no ands, ifs, or buts.

You'd never let him touch you if you didn't love him—that remained clear in his mind. It allowed him the chance to breathe.

Tell me that's not beautiful? That this is a place where Logan is confident and sure of himself and she sees that in him and appreciates and encourages it. This is a safe place for him / them. And they are allowing Wade in now, sooooooooo ... mmhm.

And what a fucking sight that would be. Seeing this mouthy asshole finally grow quiet just from a mere glimpse at your body.

"What do you think honey? Should we free him?" Logan pointedly looked at Wade's groin—his chin hooking onto your shoulder as his hands slid along your thighs.

You whined, your ass pushing back into his hard cock. "He looks like he needs it, baby."

"Be a good girl and pull it out. Wanna see how wet he is."

So as much as Logan wanted to act like Wade was just gonna watch? LORDT.

You sat back on your heels—eyes meeting Wade's bleary gaze. The both of you were torn to shreds from the inside out. Pieces dispersed in a mess on the floor. Only for Logan to gather what remained—intent on putting you back together.

I NEED folks to understand how beautifully written this is. This story is some of THE HOTTEST SMUT i've ever read in my WHOLE life ... and yet there is also gorgeous and poetic syntax like this. Again, Logan is in the position of not only Dom / Leader, but caretaker. And you just KNOW that it's a role he will take seriously, as he will take his duty of care. And however he WRECKS these two? He's going to make sure they are taken care of in the ennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd and I'm shredded RIGHT ALONG WITH THEMMMMMM. Genuinely gonna be thinking about these lines til the lights go out of my eyes cuz they are so well and beautifully written.

Now that we are into the smut, I hesitate to quote anymore because I want to ENCOURAGE FOLKS TO GO READ IT THEMSELVES (and why would you if I quote all the good parts lol).

I do wanna quote a few more gorgeously written lines and some unexpectedly tender moments that I love though:

A sinful euphony of sex that had your toes curling and chest heaving.

He yanked you back, his teeth setting into the skin of your shoulder, forming another ringed mark that would serve as a reminder to who you belonged to. A mark of his claim imprinted in your flesh.

And Wade looked down at you with eyes full of adoration. A sight you'd never seen him wear in your presence.

Also this by Wade was so perfect because it was over and it's him lol

"You guys would make a fucking fortune on Only Fans," he grunted, another spurt of warmth spilling into your mouth.

Also, I JUST found out like in the last 2 days that Hugh was in a production of Oklahoma (available now for watching if you have Amazon Prime Video lol) so if that joke was thrown in there cuz of that? Brilliant work.

Me, after reading this incredibly HOT threesome story that also shows a remarkable level of conectedness and intuitiveness when it comes to these characters:

I also must share what I consider to be the most shocking Author's Note I've ever read:

note: i don't even know if this is good. but i hope y'all enjoyed it. drink some water!

Now, I will freely admit, I honestly don't know what the definition of "good" is when it comes to fan fiction or stories in general. It's so subjective. One person's yuck is another person's yum and all that, but isn't that also the appeal of stories? That they illicit reactions out of us, strong ones, whatever side of the fence that those reactions may fall on?

So that's just to say I can't say "This is good," but I can say I FCKING LOVED THIS STORY, read it several times, and truly hope that the positive feedback you've received on it is encouraging to you. I think you have a very tangible talent, one that is really rooted in understanding who you are writing for (at least when it comes to Deadpool and Wolverine and your FMC here) and for me, as a reader? What you did here TRULY resonated with me. I felt safe and taken care of, I was thoroughly entertained, I experienced a range of emotions, my jaw dropped with the smut, and I was rooting for all 3 of these folks beginning to end.

I've read this 3 times lol which is the biggest compliment I think I can give to an author. What you did made such an impression that I had to go back for more.

So thank you from the bottom of my heart for creating and sharing @moonlight-prose and I look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you again, so much!

angel of the morning

a/n: about a month ago i got an idea for a threesome fic and well it has lived in the back of my head since then. and normally i wouldn't write smut with wade, but this one actually made me feral. thankfully the promptober list this year gave me the perfect opportunity to bring it to life. so i give you a filthy and fun fic brought to you not from the execs at disney, cause let's be honest this would kill them on sight.

logan promptober: day nine - deadpool

summary: wade has a proposition to offer: he will sit quietly (a complete lie) as logan shows him how fucking you properly is done. only it's not up to logan...it's up to you. his sweet angel of the morning.

word count: 3.4k+

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader x wade wilson

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MDNI 18+ ONLY!!, threesome activities, voyeurism, bondage, wade wilson breaks the fourth wall, oral (m receiving), gags, coming untouched, p in v sex, fingering, cumplay, squirting, logan is rough with the pussy, gratuitous descriptions of filthy acts, biting, unedited + unbetad.

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME SERIES MASTERLIST

"Think of it as a learning opportunity peanut." A glass shattered on impact - ricocheting off the wall and lodged into Wade's chest. Neither the pain nor the blood could get him to stop talking though. "Possibly a way to work out those Hulk-like anger issues."

"No," Logan snapped, itching to rip the voice box out of Wade's throat. Maybe then he'd get an hour tops of silence as the fucker healed.

"You won't even ask her?" he whined. Truly the entire thing reeked of desperation. Wade knew how pathetic he looked right at this moment; whether he cared was an entirely different story.

"Shut the fuck–"

"Ask me what?"

They looked like two deer caught in headlights mere seconds before death. Wade's lips curled into a smile bright enough to rival the sunlight that poured in through the open window. Logan however looked as if he witnessed a ghost climbing out of the shitty painted walls to your right. You stopped inches away from the shards of glass that lined the floor—your eyebrows raised in disbelief at the sight.

How they both wound up in your apartment still remained a mystery to you. Logan went home before you even fell asleep, promising to return with your usual Sunday breakfast from Rosemary's. You came to the conclusion—given the food on the table—that Wade must have followed him. Intent on being a third wheel. Again.

"N-Nothing," Logan replied, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson.

You grinned, eyes trailing down to his jeans that sat snug on his hips. "Are you sure?"

"Sweet angel of the morning can I proposition you for a moment? Don't worry I'm not selling you a car. Although I could." Wade poured coffee into your new favorite mug—a tiny painting of Wolverine sat neatly on the front. "This is more of a learning experience."

"Learning what exactly?" You took the mug with a smile, entirely aware of Logan's eyes tracking your every step.

He thought you were going to run; you leaned into his side to prove you would stay. Whatever question Wade was intent on asking, it clearly touched a nerve. One you had to fix before another mishap occurred in your relationship. Logan wasn't the greatest at communication, but you could make up for his lack of talking in a language he understood well enough. Physical touch.

"Have you ever studied the art—nay the science—of a threesome?"

You choked on your coffee.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to be enough of a warning for Wade to stop speaking. "There's classes dedicated to its research. I'd be a teacher, but have you met your boy toy over there? He's been alive for two hundred years. There's no way he's not danced the twisters tango."

"Twisters...tango?" Logan's hand patted your upper back as you forced the words out through a choked rasp.

"Twice the fun, three times the knot." He smiled, stepping so face you barely had a chance to stand upright before he was looking down, his finger tipping your chin gently. "Something tells me you'd be an expert."

"Get the fuck off her," Logan snapped, silver flashing in your peripheral.

You gripped his wrist in an attempt to stop the bloodshed from going even further. Cleaning broken glass from your floor was one thing. Scrubbing Wade's blood out of the carpet near your couch was another thing entirely.

The air around you grew tense as Logan's hand fell to your hip in a silent claim you felt curl at the base of your spine. Wade's smile never wavered, even as you felt your mouth dry. The offer circled in your head with a quickness that left you dizzy and gasping for breath. A threesome wasn't the most outlandish of propositions—hell your ex boyfriend had even asked at one point in your relationship.

But a threesome with both of them. Men who never faltered, never grew tired. Keeping up with Logan took the majority of your energy some nights—his insatiable need to have you became an overwhelming trait you grew to crave. Yet the thought of Wade joining in on that. The blood rushed to your head at the very concept, your heart ramming against your chest with each breath.

Logan tensed which gave you the answer you were looking for.

He wasn't worried about his own feelings. He merely wanted you to feel safe. There would never be another day you were put in harm's way because of something he caused. This was simply another one of those moments; a time where the choice remained entirely up to you.

"Drop it mouth–"

"How exactly would it happen?"

They froze, mouths gaping and eyes fixed on your inquiring face. What must have started out as a joke - something for Wade to relentlessly tease Logan over—became something else entirely. Before you could laugh it off, push past whatever awkwardness lingered in the air. Wade's smile returned—eyes alight in a type of joy you'd only seen come from him watching The Great British Bake Off.

Or cocaine.

"So glad you asked angel."

"God this feels like a teacher student porno. Except instead of me getting bent over a desk for being a bad boy I get to watch the teachers fuck." Wade practically leapt out of his skin as Logan tied the knot around his wrists. Pulling until a ring of white formed around the skin. He'd lose feeling in his hands, but something told you that remained part of the appeal. "Do I get to ask questions? In case there's a test?"

You smiled, sitting on the chair stuffed in the corner of your room. "I don't think the professor would like that, Wade."

A soft snarl emanated from Logan's chest, his hands chest heaving with each shift as he did his best not to look at you directly. The bulge on his jeans remained evident enough of what he thought of this. How he had to resist tearing through your clothes to get to what lay beneath.

Logan and self control never went hand in hand. Yet he held on by the skin of his teeth in order to help you settle into a familiar state of comfort. You silently thanked him for that - your nerves jumping with every second that passed.

"You're not gonna fuckin' talk," Logan replied gruffly, pulling out a spare leather belt he kept in your drawer for when he stayed over. "You wanted a learnin' experience. So that's what this is."

"But how am I supposed to learn if I can't–"

The belt went into his mouth harshly, yanking his head back as Logan pulled it closed with surprising speed. You began to wonder if he had done this before. Gagged someone with the efficiency of a pro who partook in sexual activities far more adventurous than what you'd been giving him. Maybe that's what this was all about. Dipping your toe in the waters to see if this experience was meant for you.

His thumb smoothing your furrowed brows pulled you from your thoughts. "You can say no honey. Don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Logan–"

He shook his head, dropping to his knees before you. "If you say no I'll heat up the breakfast and Wade can put on a movie. Yeah?"

"And if I say yes?" you breathed.

"Then we take it as slow as you want."

The answer lay on the tip of your tongue, begging to be put out into the world. So you pulled him in for a kiss. Your fingers dug into his hair as you licked behind his teeth with a soft moan - the ache from last night building once more in the crevices and curves of your body. Wade echoed your sounds with a few of his own, body writhing to get closer to the edge of the bed. Logan however consumed you entirely.

He rose to his feet, hand cupping your chin to keep you in place. Spit trailed down your chin and for a moment you felt the urge to wipe it away. To clean your body in case that's not what he desired at this time. He cut you off with a growl, licking at the wet smear of spit before letting it fall back on your tongue. His thumb dragging the rest down the length of your throat.

"I want you fuckin' messy honey," he muttered. "Gotta show off my pretty little thing."

A gasp pierced the air, your body jolting at the command. This was familiar to you. Logan leading the dance as you trailed along with the hopes he'd see how good you could be. How much you longed to please him. Somehow the aspect of your relationship flipped when it came to sex. He was no longer tentative or worried there was a chance you might find him repulsive.

When it came to this Logan understood your love for him held no ands, ifs, or buts.

You'd never let him touch you if you didn't love him—that remained clear in his mind. It allowed him the chance to breathe.

"How about we give him a better view."

Whimpering out your unintelligible response, you let him move you with ease. He took the chair, spreading his legs wide for you to prop yourself on his thighs. Tugging at the t-shirt you slept in with a soft grunt he pulled it up and over your head—the softness of your skin on full display. He could practically feel you dripping onto your inner thighs, coating your body in that familiar tangy sweetness.

The thought made him dizzy—his fingers digging sharply into your hips. A stunted groan echoed from the bed, Wade's eyes flicking madly from your breasts to the shiny slick that covered your pussy. His cock strained against his gray sweatpants, a stain leaking into the fabric and turning it a shade darker. If his hands weren't tied Logan had no doubt he'd be fisting his cock to the sight of you naked and wanting.

And what a fucking sight that would be. Seeing this mouthy asshole finally grow quiet just from a mere glimpse at your body.

"What do you think honey? Should we free him?" Logan pointedly looked at Wade's groin—his chin hooking onto your shoulder as his hands slid along your thighs.

You whined, your ass pushing back into his hard cock. "He looks like he needs it, baby."

"Be a good girl and pull it out. Wanna see how wet he is."

"Okay."

Sliding off him, you dropped to your hands and knees, crawling the short distance towards Wade who looked ready to cum right then and there. He sucked in a broken gasp, his hips bucking up into nothing when your hands gripped the edge of his sweats. Your lips dragging along his clothed shoulder—fingers tugging down the waistband until it hung around his knees.

"Oh," you sighed, eyes fixed on the ruddy length of his red and purple cock. It practically dripped like a fucking faucet—spilling onto what sparse hair stuck to the base.

Blistering heat filled your body at the sight of his cock throbbing in your face, the length of it sticky and shiny. Wade never mentioned how much he wanted you. Or perhaps it was the fact that both you and Logan were giving him the show of a lifetime. Indulging him in a fantasy that felt like his imagination came to life.

"Give it a lick," Logan said. "Tell me how he tastes."

Hesitation was nowhere to be found in your body; the thrill of being told what to do shot through your stomach. Wade's eyes rolled back into his head when your mouth closed around the tip, suckling him in between hollowed cheeks—your tongue sliding through the slit.

A choked moan broke free around the belt, spit flying down his throat. You met his noise with one of your own, slick smearing across your thighs, your pussy fluttering at the salty tang of him spread across your tongue.

"That's enough."

You sat back on your heels—eyes meeting Wade's bleary gaze. The both of you were torn to shreds from the inside out. Pieces dispersed in a mess on the floor. Only for Logan to gather what remained—intent on putting you back together.

"C'mere honey," he huffed, gathering you back in his arms.

Logan's touch was relentless. Quick strokes along your bare thighs as you settled in his lap—teeth nipping along the line of your shoulder until pain bloomed beneath the pleasure. Each press of his hands made you melt into his chest, back pressing to his bare chest. The warmth of his arms became something you latched onto.

A constant source of comfort, of a promise to never let you sink below the waters.

You spread your legs over his thighs slowly in a show of revealing your pussy to the man across from you—his eyes practically glued to your pulsing hole. How it fluttered each time Logan sunk his teeth in. How you could feel it leak enough slick to drink down. You wanted to guide his face closer, see if he would like a taste, but Logan had other ideas.

The echo of his belt undoing seared a hole in your chest. Your body vibrated with anticipation—heart hammering a quick timed beat that left you breathless. He pushed you up, the slide of his cock pushing through your glistening lips drew a soft moan to the surface. Your fingers were a tight grip on the sides of the chair, and for a moment you felt a numbing sensation trickle into the palms of your hands.

"She's needy for it huh," Logan boasted, tapping the head against your clit to watch you jump. "So ready to be fucked."

You whined, loud enough to echo off the walls. "P-Please."

"So polite." His hand gripped your hips and in a swift thrust he pushed past your entrance, filling you until your mouth dropped in a pitiful moan. "And fuckin' tight. Don't tell me you like being watched."

A gasp tore from your throat, hips pushing back to take him right down to the base. The burning stretch only helped to drive you even higher. Wade's moans were a muffled chorus in the background, an audience member enjoying his free show. And for a brief moment you opened your eyes to find his gaze.

Tears streamed down his cheeks—agony glistening in his blown out pupils. But it was his cock that grabbed your attention. Purple and strained and aching for someone to touch him. Saliva filled your mouth, a high moan slipping past your parted lips.

"I knew it," Logan grunted, grinding up into you. "My dirty girl. Look at him. He's begging for it."

"L-Logan."

"Give your old man a kiss." He gripped your chin roughly, dragging your lips to his as his tongue invaded your mouth. Sucking the taste of Wade off your tongue with a hoarse moan.

He let you set your own pace, settling back into the chair to give you space and keep you steady. With stunted movements you lifted yourself off his cock and sat back down. A sharp cry bouncing off the walls, each thrust forcing the head of his cock right up against your walls. The slap of skin mixed with Wade's sounds—the wet squelch of your pussy sucking Logan back in echoed filthily in the room.

A sinful euphony of sex that had your toes curling and chest heaving.

Wade's eyes flicked between where the two of you were connected and the bounce of your breasts. The harsh thrusts began to force his cock to jolt—precum pouring into his lap and staining the sheets below. He'd never get tired of this sight. You entirely lost in chasing your pleasure as Logan watched proudly below.

"I-It's hard," you gasped, thighs trembling with each shift.

Logan tutted under his breath. "I know honey. Let me finish for you."

You weren't prepared for the ruthless pace he set. His hands became a vice-like grip on your hips with each pound of his cock into you, the sounds you made nowhere near anything you'd heard before. He fucked you without mercy. Every thrust punctuated with a biting growl—his cock slamming repeatedly into that perfect spot along your walls.

Nails ripped at the chair's arms, your body a shaking mess in his hold, and you could barely see straight in front of you. Wrenching your eyes open, you focused on Wade—your mouth forming a permanent shriek of Logan's name that closer you got to shattering. You watched him struggle to free his hands. His body trembling on the edge of the bed.

"Bet he can't fuck you like this," Logan spit, his teeth bared in a snarl. "Watch and fuckin' learn mouth."

"Logan!" you sobbed, the hot swell of tears spilling rapidly down your cheeks. "I'm gonna. Oh f-fuck–"

"Yeah you are." He yanked you back, his teeth setting into the skin of your shoulder, forming another ringed mark that would serve as a reminder to who you belonged to. A mark of his claim imprinted in your flesh.

The swift slap to your clit wrenched a choked sob from your throat, your eyes rolling back with the second hit. You held onto the edge by the skin of your teeth, your hands moving to grip his wrist. Breath became obsolete with each move and with a harsh third slap you broke with a garbled moan of his name. A wet gush splattered against your thigh, your body shaking viscerally in his tight hold as he came with a broken whine.

The harsh thrusts forced another wave of searing bliss through your body, a second stream of cum spilling onto the hardwood floors. Your eyes were blurred with tears, mouth sucking in sharp gasps, but Wade's pain muffled cry drew your attention back to the present moment.

His hips bucked up into nothing, eyes rolled back and spit drooling down his shirt. The veins of his neck were strained with each shift of his body—for a moment you worried he would choke. Until he came with a muddled shout, cum shooting up to his torso and splashing beneath his chin. The mere sight of it had you clenching down around Logan - your mouth parted in complete awe.

"Shit," Logan gasped, eyes wide and cheeks flushed crimson.

"C-Can I?"

He tapped your thigh. "Go on honey."

On shaky legs you practically fell to the floor and dragged yourself towards Wade. Your mouth immediately swallowing his cock with a hazy sigh—tongue licking up the heady taste of his cum. It slid down your throat, warmed the insides of your body. And Wade looked down at you with eyes full of adoration. A sight you'd never seen him wear in your presence.

Logan shuffled to his feet, quickly moving to undo the restraints. Only for Wade's hands to press against your head—shoving his softened cock down your throat with a soft fuck.

"You guys would make a fucking fortune on Only Fans," he grunted, another spurt of warmth spilling into your mouth.

Logan growled. "Count yourself lucky mouth. She may not want this again."

You grinned, pulling off to press a messy kiss to the still leaking tip. "This was fun." Your voice was hoarse, body covered in a sheen of sweat, yet they regarded you with an emotion you felt weigh heavy at the base of your chest.

A feeling you never believed might occur in your life.

"Logan?" The warmth of his hand spread down to your chest when he cupped your face, swiping at the mess on your lips. "How about that breakfast?"

"Anythin' for you honey," he vowed.

"You guys ever seen the movie Oklahoma?" Wade butted in, his forehead knocking gently against yours before Logan pulled you to your feet.

You laughed, dizzy from the high that still coursed through your veins. A flannel was draped over your shoulders, fingers working to button them up before he got frustrated.

"Might inspire a second round of teacher, teacher, student."

A breathy giggle was muffled against Logan's lips in a swift kiss. "Isn't that musical?"

"It's not just a musical sweet angel. It's a lifestyle. Literally for some people who live in well...Oklahoma."

Logan groaned, dragging you behind him in an attempt to stop the conversation short. You merely called over your shoulder in response. Wade stumbled after you buck naked—his shirt and sweats discarded on the floor in favor of giving the world a view yet to be forgotten. You eyed his chest with a smile, even as Logan palmed your ass to bring you closer.

"Play it." You grinned, hand sliding down to cup Logan through his jeans. "We'll see what happens."

"For fucks sake."

note: i don't even know if this is good. but i hope y'all enjoyed it. drink some water!

[sylvanianfamiliez]

[allebasimaianunes]

doce pecado feito mel nos meus lábios.

[smut]

seus lábios eram macios como um novelo de lã, seu cheiro doce embriagava sua mente, como um mel selvagem que melava seus paladar enquanto beijava-lhe o busto liso, um vale de ondas de pele arrepiada que transbordava um calor acolhedor que pulsava o sangue impuro até os campos cavernosos que um dia jurou perante a Deus, castidade.

celibato.

palavra ruidosa, que esticava na língua e pinicava sua moral. porém para padre charlie aquilo não significava tanta coisa – na realidade ele desejava quebrar as antigas estruturas que erguiam as tradições anciãs da igreja que ele congregava.

as mãos firmes deslizavam pelas ondulações do corpo, estava zonzo de tesão e desejo, a respiração quente tocando-lhe o rosto angelical, a forma como ela lamuriava com os olhos fechados e os lábios torcidos de desejos o enlouquecia. seu corpo grande, feito uma fortaleza de ossos duros e músculos forjados por horas e horas de exercícios físicos e uma alimentação impecável, que encaixava tão bem para um ser humano tão vaidoso quanto ele, ergueu as pernas esguias dela para seus ombros, na posição que estava era só penetrar nela, quente e molhada, macia e tão receptiva a ele e desfrutar do prazer eterno.

prazer eterno que perdurava por minutos inconstantes. por que Deus permitiu que um dos maiores prazeres da carne fosse finito? ele se questionava, a mão no pau de veias grossas que circulava todo o sangue até lá, a sensação de topor era grande: como se ele estivesse de cabeça para baixo, o sangue indo todo para a cabeça num instante para logo descer em cascata para o pau. melado, babado, lubrificado. posicionou a cabeça rosada na buceta que o acolhia em um abraço tepido, fixou o olhar para a mulher deitada, rendida a ele, os bicos dos seios apontados para cima, a pele arrepiada, o suor brotando na testa, ela gemendo de tesão e anseio.

ele se curvou encima dela, ainda segurando o pau com a destra, a canhota indo de encontro no queixo dela firmando-o para sua direção. a fez encarar o carvão em brasa de suas íris, pupilas dilatadas quase comendo o céu nublado do olhar, sussurrou, a voz grave retubando no quarto em chamas:

— me diga de quem você pertence.

— você.

saiu em um sussurro fraco. padre charlie riu entredentes, negou com a cabeça, molhou os os lábios, encostou a cabecinha do pau na entradinha da mulher que retorceu debaixo dele. a mão canhota desceu para o pescoço dela e apertou ali. repetiu autoritário:

— repete de novo. quero fuder essa bucetinha sabendo de quem ela é.

— sua! completamente sua charlie! me fode agora porra!

padre charlie riu. um sorriso malicioso. tremeu dos pés às cabeça, assentiu satisfeito com a ansiedade dela, os olhos pidões para ele. tão indefesa e vulnerável feito um cordeirinho que se afastou do seu bando e está na mira de um lobo voraz, sedento por carne fresca.

ele acariciou o rosto dela. seus lábios encontraram com os dela, um beijo casto demais enquanto ele enfiava seu pau dentro dela, numa investida brusca que a fez resfolegar antes de aliviar a tensão.

era tanto prazer que fugia da órbita. o ar era quente, em brasas. o sabor mel dos lábios misturava agora ao sabor agridoce de porra e orgasmo. respiração descontrolada, corpos em sincronia, vai e vêm numa dança lascívia. o desejo queimando cera pelas veias, deslizando em forma de gemidos de seus lábios entreabertos, olhares dengosos e amores surrupiados um pelo outro naquela comunhão herege em busca da plenitude divina do êxtase.

e mais uma vez, no meio dos braços dela, padre charlie mayhew se perdia completamente de si: sua humanidade, virtude, sua santidade se tornavam vãs. pequeninas demais para o grande prazer que o enchia enquanto metia e fodia uma mulher que jurou jamais amar como a amava naquele momento, em sua cama, berço de rezas e choros de arrependimentos. mas ele se arrependia de fazer aquilo?

não.

ele queria mais.

provar do fruto proibido uma vez atrás da outra, até se fartar. cometer o pecado da gula com luxúria de braços abertos feito um jesus cristo na cruz. aceitando sua humanidade como um pecador que no dia seguinte iria se ajoelhar, clamar por clemência e se açoitar até tirar o sangue impuro e imputar a dor do pecado de si mesmo.

tão simples.

[trechos (imagens) do livro “o crime do padre amaro”, eça de queiróz (1875).]