#So starting tomorrow y'all are in for it >:)

[aliyahwritings]

TCH!READER ON THE INTERNET.

MASTERLIST | Basketball Player!Rafe & Model!Female Reader

*This is during the seventh chapter + if you see mistakes then don't mind em, i'll fix it tomorrow.*

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coupleofnews Rafe Cameron Engaged to Model Y/N Y/L/N: A Surprise Announcement

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username01 YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME???

username02 I DONT KNOW IF I SHOULD CHEER CRY BC MY MAN IS OFFICIALLY TAKEN

username03 IM CONVULSING ON THE FLOOR AS WE FUCKING SPEAK

username04 @/username03 SAME BFF SAME

sza Congratulations to the cutest 🩷🎉 I wish you two the best. It's so good to see such a powerful, beautiful, talented and sweet WOC cuff a white man. Rooting for y'all 🧸🫢

username05 @/sza MOM GET OUT OF IG AND RELEASE THAT ALBUM

username06 anybody think it's weird 🤯

username07 @/username06 No your right. It's too soon. I'm sure she forced him

coupleofnews @/username07 You're** if you wanna drag someone at least do it right

username08 it's not even be a month since they've been tgt and they alr getting married?? bitch me too

username09 i know damn well they've been tgt for a while

username10 @/username09 exactly 👍 cause ain't no way YN would get married so easily

username11 does YN and Rafe know this?

coupleofnews @/username11 Your ass is about to know something else

username12 @/coupleofnews PLEASE 😭 COP don't play abt her infos

yn_updates coupleofnews js know that if ure lying ... 🪓

coupleofnews @/yn_updates NO HO IM SO SERIOUS ABOUT THIS!!!!

username13 @/coupleofnews how did you even get that info

coupleofnews @/username13 Someone in YN's entourage said it to me

username14 @/coupleofnews W H A T

ynmodelz

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ynmodelz Gagged?

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username01 MAMA U SO FCKING FINE

username02 face so crazy i might switch lanes

username03 how are you pretty funny kind and perfect

username04 aren't you at a event rn

ynmodelz @/username04 ... okay stalker ☝️

username05 the way she's bagging every pretty white men on this earth

username06 @/username05 rafe, elordi, mescal, chalamet and that one sexy ex

aishapatel girl kissing right now in my bed

username07 @/aishapatel AISHA YN REVIVAL OMG LIFE IS SO GOOD

ynmodelz @/aishapatel breakup with your husband first ☹️

jjmaybank @/ynmodelz every time i catch on instagram you're gay-ing

username04 IM BACK AND YOURE GETTING MARRIED?????

username08 I NEVER DOUBTED U YN!!! I KNEW U COULD CUFF RAFE UP

username09 u must be a magician of some kind to cuff RAFE CAMERON

arianagrande congrats to you lovie ☁️💞✨

sza So happy for you! Wishing you the best

kiaracarrera face card so insane i want you right now

bellahadid Ohmygod YN ❤️ I miss you and congrats on the engagement ❤️

username10 @/bellahadid missing the days where yn and bella would vlog their day before a runway 😭

username11 she must have forced him. why did he pick a brown girl

username12 @/username11 He wanted to be woke for sure

username13 @/username11 how could he pick her when chiara is right in front of him

aishapatel @/username13 so pathetic i started laughing at yall

tyla Invite me to the wedding please sister 🤍

username14 every time i see her she's getting skinnier and smaller

username15 GIRL UR NOT GONNA BELIEVE WHAT I HEARD

username15 SOMEONE SNITCHED ON U

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yn_updates THEY ARE GETTING MARRIED OMG IM LITERALLY FREAKING OUT OMG OMG OMG

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username01 NOBODY LOVES THEM LIKE I DO

username02 the first pic represents them so well

username03 @/username02 i love how she's always rolling her eyes at him

username02 @/username03 and he eats that shit up for breakfast

username04 the way he kept his hands on her ALL NIGHT is pretty insane

username05 i love when pretty people are in relationships

username06 Im so obsessed with them

username07 HE MET AISHA!!! OH ITS SO SERIOUS YALL! THEYRE HAVING BABIES

username08 @/username07 what do u mean?

username09 @/username08 Aisha used to meet YN's bfs all the time until she stopped.... it's been years and now she's meeting him.

username10 @/username08 she also said on live that she wasn't going to meet and be friendly w any of them if she didn't see a future between yn and the person

username11 he's a bad boyfriend. he's not checking on her

username02 @/username11 huh?

username11 @/username02 she's clearly suffering and he's not doing anything

topper YN Cameron... I can't believe it 😳

username12 NOW WHO SNITCHED

username13 @/username12 what if i said chiara?

username14 @/username13 but how would she even know

username07 @/username14 she's white and pretty... that tells you everything

username15 and i just know she makes him giggle and kick his feet

username16 and I just know YN sends him 1000 memes

username09 and I just know they make playlist and pinterest boards about themselves (YN's idea)

username17 and i js know that when they argue they use Aisha to communicate "Rafe asking if you're okay"

username18 oh and i know she stops him from doing smth stupid every time with a "babe, no" and then he pouts 🥺🥺

[celestailio]

a long night ( gojo x gn!reader )

outline: it’s late at night, and you have a math exam tomorrow. the loud music from a birthday party down the hall is making it hard for you to sleep. frustrated and needing some comfort, you decide to call your boyfriend, satoru, for support.

contains: gojo x gn!reader, college au, fluff, lots of fluff, common uni problems, reader is going through something and just satoru being the best boyfriend.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: i am thinking of making this a series. as much as i hate colleges and uni, i am a sucker for the aus ahhh. what do y'all think? this is an old work. i wrote this back in august when i had exams and was going through a similar situation. anyway, enjoy as always i appreciate any feedback <333

muffled music. loud vibrations. blurry vision.

this was getting too much now. it's past two in the morning. you just came back from the library after a gruelling study session much needed for your math exam tomorrow. 

it's been three hours of you trying to sleep. no matter what you do, sleep always seems to evade you during this time of dire need to just slip away from everything. away from the waking world. you’d sure you had done everything you could to set yourself up for the long night.

you jumped straight into a hot shower after you came home. it was refreshing and relaxing, easy on your muscles, and left you feeling rejuvenated. and don't forget to eat a proper dinner. the simple vegan salad with roasted cauliflower, kale, and cucumbers which you brought from the local café was crunchy and fulfilling. after dinner, you revised the exam materials for half an hour before deciding it was time for bed. 

following your night routine, teeth brushed and mouth fresh, the cooling sensation of an expensive skin mask on your face was sufficient to set you in the mood for winding down. you quickly sent your boyfriend a good night message to which he, as usual responded with an unnecessary amount of kiss emojis and mwahs. of course, his evening delight was topped with a voice recording of his sweet, sweet voice wishing his baby a nighty night, which always made you laugh and left your heart full of love.

a sense of pride settled in your chest as you made yourself comfortable in your sheets and you recall how productive your day was. you felt more than prepared for the exam tomorrow, and the only thing left was to catch up on some sleep so wake with a fresh mind. ready to tackle the horrors of calculus. except not a single thing went according to the plan.

at first, it was the hotness. you felt like a frog being prepared for a slow boil. the puffy blankets came off first. they usually brought you peace and comfort during cold and lonely nights were starting to irritate your skin but right now its fabric no longer silky soft as it grazes against your already swollen skin akin to a worn out rag. 

next, turning off the heater and opening the window for some fresh air was a good idea, as you instantly started feeling better, the body slowly but surely radiating excess heat. it wasn’t long before you quickly slipped into the blackness. it was peace for a short time before a loud bang echoes through the corridors of your floor.

what the fuck was that?

you jump from your bed and glide towards your door before looking out from the peephole. a number of students dressed in flimsy outfits and party hats run across the hallway, their footsteps similar to those of horses, before vanishing from your view leaving behind the faint smell of cake and spilled drinks, and a mess of confetti on the carpet. gosh, can these people keep it cool? not only is it the quiet hours but an exam period too. keep it down for god’s sake. 

all the progress flushed down the drain. back at point zero. for fuck’s sake.

with heavy steps, you crawl back to your bed, once again laying on the white floral sheets. this time for sure. you were going to fall asleep. but little did you know, their sudden presence was a sign of impending chaos. 

immediately loud disco music started playing from the direction of the common room where you assumed the party people were the ones behind it. the high intensity of the volume was making your eardrums hurt, each beat drop like a hammer on your skull. the strong thumps of the bass penetrating through the walls were enough to make your heart throb. the thunderous applause and cheers were clouding your rationality. ears ringing and brain switching to meltdown mode.

you jolted up and quickly searched beneath your pillows and sheets for your earphones, looked up a noise blocker on the phone. the bright light from the phone’s screen is harsh on your eyes. picking the first one it came up with, you hastily plugged the buds in your ear, desperate to keep your calm and pressed play. you laid back on the bed and put your focus on the white static buzzing in your ears. 

in the beginning, it felt like a fresh breath of air as the loud disturbances faded away in the background, leaving behind the calm you were yearning for the last three hours. soon you became accustomed to the noise, and despite the white static, the thumping bass and vibrations still rang in your ears, gnawing at your last nerve.

you tossed and turned, trying to find a position that might bring some comfort, fiddling with the phone’s volume. even at the maximum, it was of no use. this blocker barely did a good job masking the noises. 

i can’t take this anymore. need to do something.

your patience was wearing thin. sitting up abruptly, you grabbed your phone and considered your options. reporting the noise to the dorm authorities seemed like the best course of action right now. you typed out a quick email, explaining the situation and pleading for some peace and quiet. 

as you waited for a response, you couldn’t help but think about how this lack of sleep would affect your exam. the anxiety was starting to creep in, and you felt your chest tighten again. a ping erupts from your phone, and there was a response.

hello,

we have looked into your request. unfortunately, no campus staff are on duty due to the weekend. rest assured, tomorrow anyone who has broken residence protocols will have to face proper punishment.

thank you and have a good night.

residence life.

you stare at the message, feeling a mix of frustration and helplessness before tossing your phone aside. 

so much for getting any help.

with a heavy sigh, you lay back down, trying to focus on the white noise still playing in your ears. the music from the common room continues to pound through the walls, each beat a reminder of your growing exhaustion. you feel tears brimming in your eyes before huffing out a laugh. 

can’t believe it, crying at such a minor thing. at this point, staying in your room seemed more like being in a torture chamber. maybe you should go to the library and spend the night there, but isn’t it close? another groan. you definitely need to advocate along with the student union for the libraries to stay open twenty-four seven.

what else? oh, you could certainly crash at your best friend’s instead? no wait.

satoru…

the thought of him brings a small smile to your face. satoru had always been your strength, your one and only. the one person who could calm you down no matter what. he always knew how to make you feel better with his silly jokes and innocent kisses, even in the worst situations. 

but it’s so late. the clock reads 2:58 a.m. and you don’t want to disturb him. still, the idea of spending the night at his place is irresistible, cuddled against his chest, cocooned in his strong arms with his heavenly scent surrounding you like a bubble. god's you miss him so much to care right now.

you grab your phone again. navigating to his contact. you hesitate for a moment as the affectionate name he had set on your phone, satoru with a big blue heart, stares back at you. you know he says to call him anytime, anywhere you want. you know he will always be here for you, but he’s already had many other troubles weighing him down. and what if he’s already fast asleep? 

it doesn’t help that you want nothing in the world right now but to be in his warm, loving arms hidden away from the cold world.

your hands tremble slightly as you try to come up with something. 

satoru, u awake?

sent: 2:59 am

you set aside the device. as hopelessness once again settles deep in your bones. you guess he’s already asleep. sighing, you bury your head under the blankets before a familiar ping rings in the room.

yeah, bby. what’s up?

read: 3:01 am

your heart skips a beat as you see his reply. you quickly type back, your fingers shivering slightly with anxiety.

can we call?

read: 3:02 am

almost immediately, your ringtone starts blaring through your room. as his contact name displays on your phone’s screen. you waste no time accepting his call, eager to hear his sweet voice. you switch to the speaker mode, and put the phone near your ear as you lay down once again.

“satoru.” you breathe out, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as his calm breathing fills the air.

“my baby.. why are you up so late?” his voice is hoarse yet soft.

you can hear him shuffling in the background, the loud rustling of the sheets drowning out the static. oh, he was definitely sleeping before you called him. guilt eats you up, and you bite down on your lips.

‘’what’s going on?’’ he speaks, concern seeping into his words. silence lingers in the air as you struggle not to cry on the call. 

oh my god, why am i like this?

“i can’t sleep.” you admit after a minute, your voice barely above a whisper. it remains quiet between the two of you before you start ranting.

“it’s just someone throwing a party around the corner, and it’s just so loud, everything is. i just feel like i can’t breathe properly, and it sucks that i got an exam tomorrow-’’

‘’hey, hey. baby deep breaths, yeah?’’

you follow his instructions, breathing in and out with his counting, matching his pace.

“you don’t have to explain anything.” you hear a zipper sound and clink before the locking and closing of a door.

“gimme a sec baby, i am coming to get you.’’

you feel a rush of gratitude at his words. “thank you,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady.

“anything for my darling,” he replies softly. “just hang tight, i’ll be there soon.”

he blows some kisses like usual, and you end the call. sitting up, you quickly made your way towards the washroom gathering a few essentials into a small bag. since satoru already had some of your clothes in his room, you’d reckon you need anything else.

he is always pleading with you to leave behind your shirt or a hoodie whenever you visit his place, saying that it helps him on the lonely nights when you can’t be with him. near him. constantly talking about the soothing effect of your scent while he sleeps. you always teased him about this, but he was unaware that you had stolen some of his sweatshirts for the exact reason.  

you chuckle at the fond memory as you finish packing up. the noise from the party still reverberates through the walls, but knowing satoru is on his way makes it more bearable. you slip on your shoes and hoodie, ready to leave as soon as he arrives.

a few minutes later, there’s a gentle knock on your door. you open it to find satoru standing there, his hair dishevelled as he has just woken up. a plastic bag in his hand and with a reassuring smile on his face. as soon as he sees you, he pulls you into a tight hug, his calming scent infiltrates your nose, and his warmth immediately melts away the tension in your body.

“my baby. i am here now, yeah.” you can’t help but cry at his caring words and actions. satoru holds back a coo and gently pats your head, threading his fingers through your hair.

“let’s get you out of here, mhm.”  

he murmurs, gently pulling away before planting a gentle kiss on your lips. you smile at his gesture, and he mirrors the same. you see his large hands coming up to cup your face caressing the skin softly before he kisses you again. he pulls away and pinches your cheeks. 

“stop it ‘toru!” you grumble against him, and he laughs hysterically. the sound a pleasant melody for your parched ears.

keeping an arm around you, he leads you down the hallway and out of the dorm. the snowstorm is still going on, but the cold night air is a welcome change as you take a deep breath, feeling a bit more grounded.

“i brought soda and pocky of course.”

“soda at this time?”

“heh. you never know, baby.” he presses a quick kiss against your hairline.

“you’re such a dork.”

“mhm.”

the walk to his car is quiet. unlike you, satoru lives in his own apartment complex away from all the hustle and bustle of the university. many times, he had asked you to move in with him, but you’d always come up with an excuse before changing the subject. well, you didn’t outright reject him. it’s just that you feel like once he starts living with you, his idea of you might change for the worse. and you don’t want that. even though you know it’s not fair, you kept giving him false hope until he stopped asking one day.

you lean into him, drawing comfort from his presence, as you both reach his car. satoru opens the car door for you and shoots you a wink. always the gentleman. you slide into the passenger seat. he follows quickly, leaning over you and strapping your seatbelt.

“need to keep my baby safe.”

“hey!” you snort.

he chuckles and pinches your cheek like he always does before putting on his own seatbelt. soon he starts the engine, the soft hum of the car providing a soothing background noise. throughout the drive, satoru keeps up a steady stream of playful commentary of a random movie he watched some time ago. his dumb jokes and dialogues make you laugh despite yourself.

“i’ve got you, baby,” he says softly after the playfulness has subsided, his eyes briefly meeting yours before focusing back on the road. he reaches over and takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

you squeeze his hand back as you nod, feeling the warmth of calmness settle over you. the drive to his apartment is quiet, the city lights casting a gentle glow through the windows. you lean your head against the seat, closing your eyes and letting the rhythmic motion of the car lull you into a state of relaxation.

when you arrive at his apartment, satoru helps you out of the car and leads you inside. he helps you with taking your boots off, sneaking in little massages on your feet before you yell at him to stop. you’ve told him countless times that it is ticklish, but satoru will never stop doing that if it meant seeing you laugh.

the familiar scent of his place is comforting, and you feel a wave of relief knowing you’ll be able to rest here. he guides you to his room, where he has already set up a cozy spot with blankets and pillows. his room is a sanctuary of repose, with soft luminescence seeping in through his curtains. the faint fragrance of his cologne dances in the air.

“when did you do all of this?”

“what can i say? i am just that good.” he hums, standing proudly by his little creation.

“no seriously, ‘toru.” you hit his head before shimmying out of your jacket and tossing it towards him, which he catches effortlessly. you jump onto his bed and slip under his fluffy blankets. a moan escapes you as the mattress folds under your weight, finally feeling a sense of relief.

satoru looks at you, his heart swelling up with adoration.

“comfy?” he asks teasingly as he smirks and takes off his own jacket. you stare at him as he's ruffling his hair to remove the melting snow from his white locks. 

“very,” you reply, your eyes closing as you sink deeper into the blankets. “you really saved me, ya know.”

he chuckles, moving to sit beside you on the bed. “like i always say, there's nothing i won't do for my baby,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. 

satoru takes in the sight of you looking so much at peace. he brushes a strand of hair from your eyes and slides in next to you. you turn your body towards him, shuffling closer, seeking his presence. he responds immediately by embracing you tightly.

the skin to skin contact is pleasant as he pulls you in even closer until there’s not an inch left between the two of you. you listen closely to his steady breathing as he resumes rubbing up and down, from your neck all the way to your waist. his warmth and presence are a balm to your frayed nerves, and you feel the stress of the night slowly melting away.

“get some sleep, baby. you’ve got a big day tomorrow,” he murmurs softly against your hair, lifting himself to turn off the table lamp.

“i’ve got you.” you nod, resting your head against his shoulders. he plants one last kiss on your head.

as you drift off to sleep, satoru watches you with a soft smile. he doesn’t mind getting up in the middle of the night to drive you away from the noise and chaos. for him, it’s worth every second just to see you smile and relax. he wants to do everything he can to make you happy, to keep you safe and comfortable in his arms forever.

he gently brushes a knuckle against your cheek, his heart vibrating with love and affection. seeing you at peace, knowing that he can provide you with a sanctuary from the world, fills him with a sense of purpose and joy. he places a soft kiss on your lips and prays that the night’s rest will help you perform your best tomorrow.

and when you come running to him after your exam, a big grin on your face, as you excitedly show him the bright red ninety-eight on your paper, his heart flutters with pride and joy. at that moment, satoru knows that all the trouble is worth it—that you are worth it.

[stargazerbibi]

[ 12th november, 2024 • 65/152 days ]

not having the greatest time. back to classes tomorrow and i don't want to! 🥹🥹

-> volleyball game (didn't get to play. unrelated, we lost)

-> cleaned my room + tidied up my uni stuff so the next term doesn't start in chaos (somehow, don't have my physics grade yet.. i thought it was supposed to be out fast.. :'(( sad & stressed y'all)

-> read another chapter of my book~

[strikefourth]

Fourth Strike Oct-Nov Roundup!

Hey, y'all. Our live set at Desert Bus premieres today (or tomorrow, depending on your time zone). We've got a few things left in the pipeline for ya, but this is probably the last time you'll hear from "the garages" live... for now.

As we start focusing more on "being a music collective" and "supporting our artists," we thought it'd be nice for you all to know what we get up to while the garages/Fourth Strike are silent. Threaded here are our non-FS FSer endeavors--musical and not--from the last month. Check them out, and then check back in in December for more surprises!

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Resni made a game with over 50 original tracks:

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2. @thwackamabob's new band has their DEBUT EP OUT SOON!! (Nov 22) Three singles are already out if you want a sampler:

Yuppie Supper's last gig is also available on YouTube if you just can't wait until next week:

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3. Rosie's featured all over This Is The Glasshouse's new album, 867:

Full album stream on YouTube, here:

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4. Gabi did a cover of Hey Goodwin:

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5. Ceri teamed up with NOISE ARTIFACT on the single from their new EP:

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6. Sunny's band DROPPED THEIR DEBUT EP last month! See:

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7. Hot off the press, @girltentacles released a new song literally yesterday! You can't beat this for #news:

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That's all for this month! Future roundups will probably not land in the #the garages tag, so make sure to follow us or #beyond strike four if you want to keep up! We hope you poke around, and, regardless, see you later at THE GARAGES SIGN OFF @ DESERT BUS 2024!

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

The lord and savior himself is all ready to be ironed out at long last!!!! He's been taped up and flipped, with some short repairs, placed on cardboard so I don't melt the table, and tomorrow is the final day of effort!!!

The metal lord shall meet the iron that will forge him into a whole piece!!!

I'm way too tired to go back into the basement and get a pic, but y'all should (and will soon) see the absolute enormous mountain of bead boards I used to make this. I think I reached over 30.

Note to self: start investing in the XL bead boards for the future.

[maplesleep]

Happy Halloween!! 🎃🎃

[firstkanaphans]

Hi Sarah! For the smut prompt, I'll eat up anything you write with AkkAye or SandRay but I'd love number 4 for Sand and Ray. I feel like Ray would love being told how good he is, I'm a strong 'Ray has a praise kink' believer!

Hiiii! Somehow this turned into top!Ray. I hope you don’t mind? Word Count: 1600ish

{telling} them how good they are

“How long’s it been since someone fucked you?”

Sand was so kiss-drunk that it took him a few seconds to digest Ray’s words. They were in bed and Sand was laying on his back while Ray straddled his waist, and although it wasn’t exactly rare for Ray to get possessive like this when they were intimate, that particular topic was one they had never broached before. Maybe he had misheard.

“What?” he asked, reaching out to trace a finger over the “beautiful” tattoo on Ray’s hip. Ray was shirtless and Sand felt drawn to the ink on his skin. He felt drawn to the boy wearing it. 

“How long’s it been since someone fucked you?” Ray repeated. “And who was it? Was it Boeing?”

Sand snorted because he found the idea of Boeing topping anyone hilarious, but Ray didn’t laugh. “It wasn’t Boeing.”

“Who then?”

“No one you would know,” Sand said, letting his hand fall back to his side and then sitting up so he and Ray were face-to-face. “Just some guy I met at the bar. I don’t remember his name.”

“When?”

“Eight or nine months ago?” It was only an estimate, but Ray’s pout became more pronounced at his words. “Is that a problem?”

“I want the last person you fucked to be me.” He said it petulantly like that was an honor Sand had deliberately been keeping from him and Sand couldn’t help but laugh. He collapsed back down onto the mattress and gestured at his more-than-willing body. “Well then, by all means.”

He hadn’t actually expected Ray to take him up on the offer. He’d thought it was a joke—a petty squabble with a past he had no control over—but then Ray’s eyes darkened with a hunger it was impossible not to recognize.

“Roll over,” Ray demanded, his voice taking on the cadence of authority his rich blood afforded him. Sand’s humor washed away in an instant and his heartbeat quickened. Although he would never admit it to anyone, he liked it when Ray told him what to do. Fucking Ray was only half the fun. His true joy came in hearing Ray tell him, in painstaking detail, exactly how he wanted to be fucked. 

So, like an obedient dog, Sand rolled over.

He was already naked from the waist up, but Ray stripped him of his pants as well and then carefully kneaded both globes of his ass before pulling them apart and leaning in to place a wet kiss against his rim. It was loving—worshipful, even—and despite the fact that Ray had never done this to Sand before, he was skilled with his mouth. It didn’t take long before Sand was trembling beneath him, stretched open on his fingers and his tongue. He decided to distract himself with conversation.

“When’s the last time you did this?” he asked. Instead of answering, Ray froze. “Ray?” Still no answer. “Ray?”

He looked over his shoulder to find Ray still hovering over his ass, his mouth wet and messy, his eyes wide. “Well, see, here’s the thing…”

“Never?!” Sand cried in shock.

Immediately, Ray grew defensive. “I know what I like. Why would I bother doing anything else?” But then his face softened and he reached out to squeeze Sand’s ass once more. “Can I? With you?”

Sand turned back around, once again under his spell. “Fine. Just hurry up or I’m going to come before you’re even inside me.”

Ray climbed off of Sand to remove his own pants and when Sand risked a glance at him, he found that Ray was smiling, looking inordinately pleased with himself.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Ray asked, covering Sand’s body with his once more as he leaned down to kiss his shoulder blade. Sand pushed up onto his knees and Ray tucked himself easily into the space behind him, clearly already knowing the answer, but wanting Sand to say it anyway.

“No,” Sand said, pushing back against him,. Ray took his dick in hand and began running it along Sand’s opening, taunting him the way Sand oftentimes did to him.

“Why not?”

“Because I want to feel you come inside me.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, in one fluid motion, Ray said, “good boy,” and pushed inside.

Sand wasn’t sure which of them was more affected, but the feel of Ray inside him, filling him more full than he had ever been, immediately threatened to overwhelm him. It wasn’t a physical reaction so much as an emotional one. Sand had been fucked far rougher than this by far more endowed men. But it had never meant anything. It had only ever touched his body, never his heart.

Behind him, Ray let out a moan and then collapsed down so that his forehead was pressed against Sand’s back. For several seconds, the two of them just stayed there, their bodies connected, as they breathed in tandem.

“Are you okay?” Ray asked after a minute—checking in, the way Sand always did with him. Sand knew Ray well enough to know that was a learned behavior, not something that came naturally to him. It warmed his racing heart. “Was that too much?”

“No. I’m good,” Sand said, pushing back onto Ray’s dick just enough to make the boy moan again. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”

With a hesitance Sand wasn’t used to from him, Ray began to move. He pulled out of Sand’s body and then pushed back inside with no particular finesse or skill, but it still felt good because it was still him. Sand pushed back in time to his thrusts, silently asking for more, but Ray didn’t seem to know how to give it to him.

“Is this right? Am I—?”

Suddenly, Sand realized what the hesitation was. Ray didn’t like not being good at things. He had a pathological fear of disappointing the people he loved. He needed positive reinforcement.

“That’s perfect. You’re perfect,” Sand said, reaching behind him for Ray's flank and slowly leading him into a steady rhythm. Ray took his instruction and began to speed up. Sand dropped his head down onto his hands, opening his body up even more. “Fuck, that feels so good. You’re doing so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Sand agreed. “You can go harder.”

Still hesitant, Ray did as asked and with every thrust, Sand fell a little more under his spell.

“Fuck, Ray. Right there.”

The praise seemed to reawaken Ray’s confidence. Or at least his dirty mouth. “You like it when I fuck you, don’t you? You like my dick inside you?”

“Yes,” Sand moaned.

“Say it.”

“I like your dick inside me.”

Ray gave a particularly hard thrust and his cock rubbed right against Sand’s prostate. Sand wasn’t sure whether he had done it on purpose or whether it was just beginner’s luck, but he could feel his self-control start to unravel. 

“I want to make sure you’ll be able to feel me tomorrow,” Ray said. “I want to make sure you’ll remember who it was that was fucking you.”

“As if I could forget.”

His words seemed to trigger something in Ray. “Fuck,” he said, collapsing down over Sand’s back, abandoning his long thrusts in favor of letting their bodies grind together as if he could no longer bear to let them separate. “How do you last for so long? It feels too good.”

“Go ahead and come,” Sand said, hopelessly endeared. “I want you to.”

Ray cursed again, but took the out Sand had given him. With a few last hard thrusts, he came inside Sand’s body for the very first time.

For several seconds, they both just stayed there, intimately connected. Sand’s cock was throbbing with arousal and his whole body was sore in a way he wasn’t used to, but in that moment, he felt very, very loved.

Ray pulled out of him slowly. Sand could feel the warmth of his seed leaking from his opening and he was about to climb out of bed to get something to clean them both with when he felt Ray’s tongue push inside him. 

It was Sand’s turn to curse. He had never before been completely at Ray’s mercy before and it made him feel wild. Wild and free. Free from his own thoughts. Free from the expectations he put on himself. 

Ray continued to lick his seed from Sand’s body and as he did so, he reached around and grabbed his cock. Sand sighed at the touch, knowing he wouldn’t last long and, sure enough, he came under Ray’s skilled ministrations quickly with his lover’s name on his tongue.

That night, Ray was the one who cleaned them. Sand had never realized before just how intimate the practice was. He wondered if Ray felt just as loved and cared for when Sand did this for him.

“So,” Ray said once he was finished, finally crawling back into bed and cuddling into Sand’s side. “Did I do good?”

Sand considered teasing him, but saw no reason to lie. “The best.” 

Ray rolled his eyes as if he didn’t believe him, but it was the truth. It was the first time in his life that Sand had been fucked and actually enjoyed it. 

“I’ll get better,” Ray said as if it was a challenge. Sand knew better than to argue with him. “But you have to promise me something. No one but me ever again. Do you understand? I want to be your last.”

“No one but you ever again,” Sand agreed. It wasn’t a hard promise to make. He was the only one who had ever mattered. “Now go to bed. You can practice more in the morning.”

[mobius-m-mobius]

OWEN WILSON as FATHER KENT in HAUNTED MANSION (2023)

[pushing500]

What do you even draw when your asexual, misanthropic colonists won't stop talking about crushes and lovers and stuff? Idk random backstory and irrelevant lore??? I hope Xina leaves soon.

Anyway, in more interesting news, Kwahu made an arm for himself, which was very clever of him to do with only one hand. Huzzah!

Soon, he'll be fit as a fiddle and ready to help Mechi get "back on his feet"— literally!

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[azaracyy]

to the next stage of our adventure! digimon survive week 2024 day 7: post-game / future personal thoughts under the cut - less about the artwork and more about shuuji and lopmon themselves. a long rambling containing major spoilers and heavy topics. will cause whiplash. proceed with caution.

other than the fact this may be boring and long-winded, cw and tw: there will be mentions of self-harm and suicide. if these topics make you uncomfortable, please step back. if you're sure, then alright. i'm aware this is a weird place to ramble about shuuji and lopmon considering the notorious highlight of their story would match the themes of day 5 (villains) and day 6 (dark & loss) better. unfortunately (ironically?) i never planned to feature them for those days, so... pretty sure i'm not the only one feeling this, but when i discovered that a good part of the fandom seems to loathe shuuji with utmost passion, even after they claimed to have completed the game, i was confused. the way his death happened and (understanding) the cause made me uncomfortable for a while, but never drove me to the point of hate... once i recovered from the initial shock, what i felt towards him was more pity, then respect (on truthful route). i feel shuuji should have been one of the most appreciated characters in survive. yet it was the opposite that happened. (between you and me though, knowing there was this discourse with the fact digimon survive is a visual novel, i'm not that surprised it turned out this way...) from my point of view, lopmon evolving into wendimon then killing shuuji symbolizes suicide, the act of taking one's own life. it was the climax of shuuji's mental breakdown, leading him to basically self-destruct, causing damage to everyone around him and ultimately himself. lopmon evolved, just like he hoped. but failed to do it like other kemonogami partners (maintaining control of themselves and fending off enemies). the next and final outcome was death, through his own partner actually eating him alive too. it reminds me how when someone thought they have prepared well for something important yet it failed spectacularly, the devastation and frustration would eat them in the same way from inside. and they probably would for one second think, "i'm better off dead". the more i pondered about it, the more it hit home, so of course, the last thing i could do is hate him, when his struggles sound similar to my own - having to rely on consistent achievements to prove your value, to feel you are worth living and not a waste of resources. the part where shuuji went all abusive on lopmon felt like the equivalent of pushing yourself to the extreme to reach your goal, to the point of neglecting your own needs. it's like a student so absorbed in their study, sacrificing food and sleep, until their body eventually snaps and shuts down for good (...this in fact happened to one of the students at my previous workplace. she was in her last year of high school. life was just about to truly start for her when her classmate informed us of her sudden death). even in truthful route where shuuji and lopmon survive that point, things aren't immediately nice and easy for him. you can see that he still has self-doubts, and what i think is impostor's syndrome. he could be making a great contribution to the team and still put himself down for having done "nothing". i have found it interesting that artists and writers tend to be especially fond of shuuji. so perhaps it's not just the matter of one's upbringing - whether you were raised in a harsh, competitive environment and/or with family with (unreasonably) high standards so you can relate more easily to him - but also whether one can see just what every struggle shuuji and lopmon went through symbolizes shuuji's mental state. out of all survive characters, i think shuuji and lopmon pulled off this thing called "surviving" the hardest, no joke. which is why i almost always gravitate to drawing them happy because that's what they deserve :') after all this, what i also would like to say is, it's okay if a character makes you uncomfortable. it's okay if you hate a character. but never, ever bring down the character to people who like them or even consider them their favorite or comfort character. if you must, do it in your own space and only with like-minded people.

[thawthebeez]

i love reading haikyuu tiktok shipping discourse comment sections. it's so entertaining seeing so many people with such bad taste.

[nientedal]

Usually I just save stuff like this to my drafts until I calm down but you know what, fuck it, I'm done.

Any so-called leftist who refuses to recognize that our options right now are "genocide abroad, progress at home" and "genocide abroad AND genocide at home" and that there is a significant difference between those two options is cordially invited to eat shit and die. We do not have time to entertain your anti-voting hopeless nonsense. A future in which we are able to move towards less death will always be preferable to the one in which we can't, and if you smug, sneering little clowns sacrifice that future on the altar of your own self-righteousness because you're too high on your own farts to realize how far up your own ass you are, I genuinely hope you fucking drown. Specifically, I hope you drown in the blood of the people who will die all over the world as a result of your bizarre refusal to work towards a future that doesn't include ethnic cleansing.

This is the United States. We sell war, here. I don't know how so many of you are only just now figuring that out, but you better get over your shock like yesterday because we are out of fucking time. We ran out of time when Reagan took office if not long before. You think not voting will improve any of this?

Keep calling, keep writing, keep screaming. Governments everywhere are (slowly) beginning to listen. Democrats are (slowly) beginning to listen. But Republicans never will, and if they seize power again next year (which they will absolutely do their damned to attempt), everything will be so, so much worse for everyone, everywhere. The work is slow and painful and imperfect but it will only get done if we show up and do the work, so keep calling, keep writing, keep screaming-- and when the time comes, you show up and vote for the future that lets us build a better tomorrow instead of just choking to death in the steaming shitpile of today.

[tenebriism]

// I wish I had booked my flight home for today instead of tomorrow. A lot of my friends are at Veilguard end game and I wanna be right there with them. 😔 Alas, I have to wait until tomorrow to return to my Rook and her eventual boyfriend Emmrich.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[crabsnpersimmons]

Y'ALL HAVE ME LIKE

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID

BUT Y'ALL HAVE BEEN SO SWEET

I'M SORRY IT'S TAKING ME SO LONG TO REPLY

I WANNA DRAW THINGS BACK

AND I WILL

after my exam tomorrow :')

[coconut530]

Bump in the Night & Sleeptober & Nevertober Day 1: Too Many Eyes & Angels & Trapped

Vessel reference bc my drawing doesn’t capture the awe (tm):

@whitejawz for Sleeptober