#and i am SO fucking glad i paced my watch so that i finished RIGHT before news comes out tomorrow

[sol-shines]

haha just finished warrior nun ! not to be dramatic or anything but what if i died

[stvrnioloslvt]

on camera - Matt Sturniolo

solo!matt masturbation

triggers: smut, masturbation, masturbation on camera, kinda oblivious matt?

disclaimer: the following content is not suitable for an underage audience. please, if you are a minor do not interact in any way or form. thank you.

do y'all remember that clip of nick that goes "what if we get a boner?". for the sake of the story, immagine that it was matt that asked that question. hope you enjoy it!

「 ★ ★ ★ 」

"what if we wake up with a boner or something?"

"yeah that's my only concern"

"I don't think I can do that, no"

two weeks. two. motherfucking. weeks.

you would think that being a triplet meant that you had two siblings having your back. understanding you fears, respecting boundaries.

but no.

because when nick came up with the idea of actually sleeping on camera, not even two weeks after matt and chris talked about it during live and categorically decided that no, it wasn't possible, chris had actually no problem accepting it. like, none.

"absolutely not. we discussed about it before, I am not down with it."

"oh c'mon matt, just this one time."

"yeah c'mon matt, rub one out before you go to sleep and nothing will happen in the morning."

"pleaseee"

"fine. but we're filming a video, not doing a live"

"yeah yeah fine by me"

as matt stepped out of the shower, nick busted through his bathroom door.

"bro you really need to learn how to knock."

"and you really need to lock your fucking bathroom door when you're showering. by the way, I set the camera up on your desk, you just need to press start when you're ready."

matt nodded, watching as his brother stepped aside to point the spot where he put the camera. then, he left the room.

matt was glad that the boys didn't push him any further and accepted the idea of filming a video instead of going live. at the end of the day, as much as they were concerned with the same thing, they just didn't care that much.

as soon as he was ready, he headed to the desk, pressed the record button on the camera, waved, flicked the lights out then went to sleep.

the sunlight shined through the window directly on matt's face as he was still sleeping peacefully. outside there was silence, sign that all the boys were resting.

matt stirred in his sleep, turning and tossing around, slowly waking up because of an uncomfortable yet well-known sensation.

he groaned as he felt his heavy dick throbbing in his pants.

still half-asleep, he let his hand wander down, palming his erection over his pajamas. he gave it a couple squeezes, then kicked the covers aside, just the right amount to uncover his crotch.

a small wet patch appeared on his pants as he started leaking, but he didn't care, he could clean it up later.

keeping his eyes closed, he grabbed his dick and pulled it out, sighing from the relief of being freed from the confinement of his clothes.

he wasted no time and began stroking himself at a fast pace, using his precum as lube to move more smoothly. the room was soon filled with the wet and sticky sound and his heavy breathing, as he worked towards his orgasm. he knew it wouldn't take that long to finish, it never did in the morning.

matt threw his head back more against the pillows, quiet moans leaving his mouth while he pumped his member faster. beads of sweat collected on his temples, hair sticking together on his forehead, thighs tensing as he was reaching his climax.

with his other hand he cupped his tip, providing the friction that he oh, so loved.

"fuuuck" he moaned as he finished, thick ropes of cum dirtying his shirt, dripping down his hand. his dick twitched a couple more times, then it plopped to rest on his thigh. matt laid lifeless for a couple of minutes, then he finally opened his eyes and reached for the wipes that he kept on the lowest shelf beside his bed.

as he cleaned himself, his eyes caught a glimpse of the camera on his desk. and his heart dropped.

"fuck."

「 ★ ★ ★ 」

credits for the pictures: karina amormino on pinterest, raina on pinterest, tyraell on pinterest.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃/𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓

[covenofagatha]

practice makes perfect was so fucking hot. i woke up, checked my notifications, started playing with my tits, finished it, and then had to reply messages like my underwear wasn't soaked. curse you and your incredible writing for the millionth time smh 🙄

regardless, that experience + the fic + my latest brainworm + the puppy ideas = evolved tiny brain worm for your reward. consider:

(degradation, petplay, collar mention, spit, we love titties, body fluid mixing (its precum and saliva. no piss! i respect miss covenofagatha 🙏), cum on face lol)

titjob with desperate! puppy! g!p reader.

reader who's whining, pawing at agatha needily, embarrassed at how hard you've gotten just by looking at her. agatha mocks you, talking about how you're "more pathetic than a common whore" and "how could you ever handle yourself without me, pup?"

she tugs at your collar, cooing at you condescendingly, "is it all sticky down there, my sweet girl?" or "awwww, poor baby, can't control yourself, can you?" while she guides you to her chest. your breast fixation is a little unhealthy and you latch on needily, sucking and kneading, but she grips a handful of hair and tugs you off, drool collecting at your mouth.

"god, you're so fucking dirty," she groans, loving how depraved you look. with her permission, you slot your dick neatly between her tits, and her firm hands on your hips control your pace. "can't do it without me, can you, pup?" and you watch as she spits down, her saliva mixing with your residual ones in the space between her breasts, cause you to jerk upwards at the molten heat that sears in you.

"need you, please, please-" you jumble up your words as she digs her hands into your ass, jolting you through the cavity, spurring you on as your rapidly building precum mixes with her and your spit, dick gliding back and forth.

you thrust, and god, you don't even need to squeeze her tits together, the space just perfect for your cock, and the thought that she was made for you makes you throb. "filthy little dog," agatha snarls, and you whimper in response, because god, it's so fucking hot to be reduced to her desperate little pup, rutting on her chest, her brand littered across your back, her collar clasped tightly around your neck.

she owns you, and that, combined with the feeling of her soft, supple tits against your hard, veiny cock and the knowledge that your fluids are mixing with hers, is what sends you over the edge. "gonna- ngh- please-" is what she hears before a sheen of white covers her face, and the look of her drenched in your cum sends your sensitive dick a surge of desire, and you meekly shoot out another load.

"pathetic," she scoffs, and you grow embarrassingly hard at the way her eyes narrow, her brows furrowing in mock frustration, and when she yanks you by your collar, you lap up your cum off her face obediently, while she mutters about what a dirty little puppy you are.

-

small one this time because I've just barely woken up, but i had to get this out or i would be distracted all day. wonderful job with mean! agatha, i loved the degradation and thought you would like a bit more of it. good luck for your exam that i assume is coming up again in a day or two 💜

-lots of love, worm anon :)

So sorry about that predicament (except not at all 🤭) and I am so glad you liked (most of the fics I have written over the past few days have been inspired by your brainworm that has infected me too so I love knowing that you like them)

Your rewards are so good 🫠 I really just need to compile them into a few fics because fuck I can’t stop thinking about the ideas you have (I always appreciate/like more)

Lots of love right back to you for all your delicious thoughts 💜

[jareaul0ver]

Unfortunately I am obsessed with the thought of Nika’s chain dangling in your face while she hovers over you-

wc: 610 warnings: smut w/ practically no plot, dom!nika, sub!reader, grinding, fingering, slight fluff at the end pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

Nika's hips rolled against yours and a groan fell from both of your mouths. She watched your head dig into the pillow and she leaned forward. Her lips landed next to your ear, her voice husky. “So pretty, bebo.”

You nodded but your brain was fuzzy and you barely comprehended what she said. You needed more, but you couldn’t use words to show it, so you grabbed Nika’s hand and trailed it down to your pussy.

“You want my fingers?” Her long digits pushed past the waistband of your shorts and panties. You let out a muffled groan and she ‘tsked’. “Use your words.”

“Nika, please, I want your fingers.” You whined and she wasted no time in gathering your slick on her fingers and burying two deep into you.

Your back arched off the bed and Nika held you down. She crawled up you until she was hovering over you, her fingers pumping in you agonizingly slow.

Her chain, with the letter ‘N’ as a pendant on it, dangled in front of your face. Your eyes locked onto it as breathless moans escaped your lips.

A small smirk played at her lips when she saw you staring. She picked up the speed of her fingers, curling them every few moments. Your sounds alone could make her finish, but she was holding out.

Nika could tell you were getting close when you started fucking yourself against her fingers. Your hands flew around her neck and you pulled her down to kiss you, which you could barely do between the moans and curses leaving your mouth.

“Nika I- oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum.” You said loudly but it was muffled by her lips against yours.

“Cum for me, I’ve got you.” She husked, and it only took a few more pumps and curls of her fingers for you to fall apart beneath her.

Nika feverishly captured your lips, not wanting to be too loud. She wanted to hear you, but wanted to be the only one to hear you.

Her pace slowed down as you rode out your high before she gently slipped her fingers out of your dripping cunt. She brought one of her fingers up to your mouth. “Open.”

You obliged and let her place it on your tongue. Your lips closed around her finger and your eyes closed at the taste of yourself.

Nika smiled, clearly satisfied with her work. She pulled her finger out of your mouth, and quickly placed the other in her own, cleaning it off swiftly. You stared at her with a heaving chest and raised eyebrows. “God, you’re hot.”

A light laugh slipped from her before she leaned back. “Glad you think so. Be right back, bebo.” She quickly got off the bed and went into the bathroom to grab a warm and wet cloth.

She came back over to you and gently pulled your shorts and panties off your body. You twitched a little as she cleaned you off, before she tossed the cloth to the side and rid herself of her clothes.

“Sit up for me.” She stared down at you. You sat up, not questioning her. Nika made a move to take off her chain, and clip it around your neck. “Since you were staring I figured you’d like it.”

She teased you a little, resulting in her getting a small shove on the shoulder. You giggled and rolled your eyes before gently leaning forward to kiss her.

“You’re..” You mumbled as you laid back, your lips not leaving each others. “You’re lucky I love you.”

She hummed before pulling away and kissing your cheek. “Guess I am pretty lucky.”

[bella-rose29]

Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - Part 1

Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader, enemies to lovers, fake dating, set at Christmas (because I'm feeling festive)

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing, lockwood is an arse, so is the reader, it's enemies to lovers what were you expecting really, Norrie is alive for the plot, I am British so if you're confused about words then that's why, mentions of extended family members being meanies, I think that's it?

Tag list is at the bottom (it's getting too long to put up here now), and as always if you would like to be added to/removed from it, then ask here or send me a note! <3

series master list

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"

It was safe to say that Y/n L/n was not having a good morning.

George had been watching her over the top of his paper while she paced the living room on the phone, his eyebrows changing between furrowing and raising as he tried to figure out what was happening with only one half of the conversation.

"Are you... alright?" He wasn't the best at this sort of thing, but when it came to his friends he tried to put some sort of effort in to show that he cared about them. Y/n huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose and looking like she was about to break into tears. If that happened George would have to go and get Lucy, because he definitely had no idea how to deal with Y/n when she cried. Normally he went and made her tea and plated up some biscuits, and she always accepted with a grateful smile and a lot of sniffles and let him leave again when he stood awkwardly near her, shuffling his feet on the spot.

He got the feeling that wouldn't be happening now, and he'd be held hostage instead.

"It's my mum. You know I've got this family Christmas thing coming up, right?" She paused while George nodded, taking her hand away from her face to see his reaction, then continuing on as she gestured wildly. "She seems to think I have a boyfriend, which I absolutely do not-"

"What, really?" George exclaimed sarcastically, pressing his hands over his heart in mock surprise. Y/n glared at him, looking incredibly non-threatening in her very jolly Christmas jumper. He resisted the urge to snort, knowing full-well that his friend spent most of the time complaining whenever relationships were the topic of conversation, since she couldn't understand why she was still single.

"As I was saying," another glare was aimed his way, "Mum thinks I have a boyfriend, and my aunt overheard her on the phone just now talking about my non-existent boyfriend, and it was Aunt Linda-"

"The one who gossips to everybody?"

"Yes!" Y/n jabbed a finger in George's direction, expression wild and fierce. "The one who gossips to everybody! So by now I think my entire fucking extended family and every single family friend knows that I have a boyfriend, who does not exist, and thinks that he's coming to our family Christmas in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

"I thought it was your childhood town?"

"Which is in the middle of nowhere! Genuinely nothing but fields and forests and the general countryside for miles and miles. Oh, and to top that all off, my cousin will be there-"

"The bitchy one who makes you feel like shit who you also thought wasn't coming this year?"

"Yes. Her. And Linda is her mum so Steph'll definitely know." Y/n finished, throwing herself into the sofa with a groan, turning over slightly, and screaming into a pillow.

George was about to stand up and head to the kitchen to put the kettle on (Y/n normally screamed not long before crying full-out) when Lockwood poked his head through the door, frowning at the sight before him.

"Everything alright?"

"Y/n's having a crisis. Fancy a cuppa, Lockwood?" George properly got up now, glad that another member of the household was here to deal with the situation. Lockwood nodded, then frowned again when he realised that George was escaping and shutting the two of them in a room together. Lockwood absolutely could have left anytime he wanted, but it was likely that Y/n thought he'd volunteered for the role of caretaker and couldn't leave without looking like an arse, or starting yet another argument between the two of them.

George breathed a sigh of relief, then made for the kitchen. He'd need a cup of tea in a minute when Y/n realised who was there to comfort her.

~~~

"The fuck do you want, Lockwood?"

"I- uh... what's... what's the problem?" His voice sounded pained, like he really didn't want to be in the room, and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"If you don't care, then leave," she said, attempting to hide the wobble in her voice at the thought of having to find someone to drag to her family gathering for three days, where she would be interrogated and prodded and poked and watched every second of every minute of every day, and criticised for every tiny thing she did. She was dreading it, really, but at least the third day would just be her immediate family and her non-existent boyfriend. The first two days would be filled with inquisitive relations that hadn't seen her since last year, wondering about her job and why she hadn't pursued something more stable, or asking about her love life (that was completely uneventful) and why she wasn't thinking about settling down.

Lockwood's frustrated sigh brought her out of her thoughts, and she pulled her face out of the pillow enough to see him clenching his jaw as he studied the wall with a lot more interest than it deserved. "Fine. Vent if you need to. Can I help at all, or are you going to get on my nerves until you leave?"

"Do you always have to be such a dick, Lockwood? Or are you like that because you're compensating?"

"Fuck off."

"Lovely comeback," she snapped, turning to lie on her back, staring up at the ceiling instead of at her boss' face. If she looked at him any longer she might bore holes through his head with the intensity of her glare. Neither of them said anything for a minute, the only sounds the clock ticking away in the corner, counting down to her imminent doom, and George in the kitchen making tea. "My family thing, this weekend. Everyone thinks I'm bringing my boyfriend."

"You don't have a boyfriend though."

"I know that, Lockwood. But my family think that I do have one, and now I have less than forty-eight hours to find one." She heard him snort, and squeezed her eyes shut in the hopes that it would block out his next words.

"Good luck with that. Maybe Kipps'll volunteer? He needs the free food."

"Can't you have just the tiniest bit of sympathy for me?" She pushed up, moving to sit and direct her frustration at Lockwood. "I am in a near-impossible situation here and you're being insufferable right now!"

"Maybe you should take Lockwood," George said, and Y/n jumped at the sound of his voice in the living room.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" she asked, already eyeing up the plate of biscuits on the tea tray. "Wait," Y/n paused as she properly registered George's words. "Take him?" Lockwood looked just as horrified by the idea of it, shaking his head frantically.

"Yeah. Oh, here's your tea, Y/n/n."

"What about you, George?! Surely you could come along and help me out instead?!"

"I thought I told you already, I'm going to my own family's house for Christmas. Lucy's going to stay with Norrie, and Holly's spending the holidays with her girlfriend. Lockwood's alone, in this big old house, and you've got limited time and also limited options." Y/n was annoyed at how right George was, but she wasn't giving in so easily. Not when giving in meant spending three days with the one person she despised more than anything in the world.

"Fine, if you have no other options by the time you need to leave, I'll go with you. But I will not enjoy a second of it if I do," Lockwood finally ground out, and Y/n had to fight back a look of surprise at his words.

"You- what?"

"It saves being in this house alone over Christmas. I've done that one too many times now, and at least your family will be a distraction. And," he added, "a great way to see all your baby photos." His smile was wolfish, and Y/n wondered how anybody ever found it charming.

"Alright. But I'm finding someone else, so it looks like you'll have to miss out on this one I'm afraid." Her smile was simpering, sugar sweet and sickly with how faked it was.

George looked between the two of them, then sank back into his armchair with his tea. "That's that sorted then."

~~~

It was absolutely not sorted.

Y/n was panicking. A lot. Apparently nobody fancied spending Christmas with some random agent for three days in the literal middle of fucking nowhere with her entire extended family, which was incredibly inconvenient for Y/n.

She now was supposed to be leaving in roughly two hours, and was frantically shoving the last few things in her suitcase while phoning anybody that she could attempt to pass off as her fake boyfriend.

Anybody that meant she didn't have to take Lockwood.

Perhaps if he wasn't such an asshole all the time, she'd be less reluctant, but since the first day they'd met he'd been rude to her.

It had been after a job, three years ago back when she was a solo agent taking any work that meant she could keep a roof over her head and food in her belly. Her night had been long, making her tired and weary with how much her bones ached, and she was hardly looking where she was going when she turned the corner onto her street, making her bump into a tall figure. Her first thought when the two of them stumbled away from each other was how gorgeous this boy was, and her second was how utterly awful his personality was. She had apologised before she could see his face, already muttering excuses and explaining her lack of coordination, but within seconds he was opening his mouth and talking, telling her that she should have been more alert and "could she not stand on his shoes, they're new" and she'd taken a proper look at him and decided that yes, he was pretty, but he was also not particularly nice.

Then a few months later she'd seen an ad in the paper for a small agency that had needed a new agent, preferably with strong Touch, and had chosen to go along for an interview. What she hadn't expected was the boy from that night to be the one interviewing her, and evidently he was just as shocked to see her, his expression quickly settling into a frown.

"No thank you. We don't want careless agents like you, thank you very much." His words had stung more than she cared to admit, making the backs of her eyes prick and her throat close up with emotion. She'd almost turned tail and walked out the door (something she very rarely did), but a girl dressed mostly in blue and with an excited smile on her face came in to the room, asking if this was their new recruit. Apparently the boy couldn't say no to her, or the other girl that appeared a few moments later with her clothes all neat and ironed, or indeed the other boy with glasses and curly hair who had ketchup stains on his t-shirt. Within minutes of the three of them arriving in the room, Y/n had a job at the company as an agent with a strong sense of Touch, and was being given a biscuit and a cup of tea.

She had quickly learned that the first girl was Lucy, the second was Holly, and the curly-haired boy was George, and then Lockwood had introduced himself as the head of the company.

"Don't you have... supervisors?" she had asked, confused as to just how this company worked exactly.

"No." His smile had been tight, and he had left the room right after, pushing past his colleagues and heading up the stairs. Lucy had been quick to fill in the rest, explaining all the answers to every question that Y/n had, with Holly and George chipping in when she forgot something.

Lockwood had continued his behaviour from that day ever since, despite Y/n's best efforts to get him to like her, and eventually after a few months of attempted friendship offers, she gave up and leaned into the whole hating each other schtick that was apparently happening.

So no, she did not want to have to bring Lockwood to her family gathering for three days and pretend to love him. She didn't want to do that at all.

Unfortunately, it was starting to look as though she wouldn't have a choice.

~~~

"Well? Please? Come on, I never beg for anything from you."

"I know, and I'm actually rather enjoying it."

"Prick," Y/n muttered, frowning at Lockwood. "You said that you'd do it if you had to. Well, you have to. So pack your bags and let's go; the train's in an hour."

"Fine. But I am not happy about this." He made his way back inside his bedroom, leaving Y/n stood outside the door (she refused to cross the threshold of this one particular room).

"Oh, because I am personally so ecstatic about this situation!" Her voice was thick with sarcasm, and Lockwood paused in his packing to glare at her.

"It's not my fault you couldn't find somebody to pretend to date you for three days."

"No, but I'll blame you anyway."

"Charming."

"Hmm. Hurry up."

"We've got ages, stop fretting like a mother."

"The train leaves in an hour, and it takes ten minutes to get there. Then you have to factor in maybe five to ten minutes of traffic, and difficulties getting through the gates at the station which is what, another five minutes? And then if there are any problems with the actual trains then we want to be early just in case so that a plan can be made to get a different one, and also if there aren't any problems then we at least want to be there early so that we can get on first and get a table. So no, we haven't got ages, we've got minutes before we need to go. Hurry up."

Lockwood had been staring at her in disbelief while she talked, his jaw slack and his eyes wide, but when Y/n glared at him again he went back to packing. "You really think that much about travelling?"

"There is so much that can go wrong with trains, so yes."

"Fine," Lockwood huffed, coming out of his room to cross into the bathroom, grabbing his wash bag out of the cupboard and shoving a toothbrush and flannel in. "Where's the toothpaste?"

"I've got some, so we can share. Trust me, you don't want to share with George. He's like a dragon with the way he hoards his toothpaste."

Lockwood gave her a weird look as he zipped up the bag, heading back into his room to finish stuffing items into the large bag he was taking with him as luggage. Y/n was sure he'd repurposed a kit bag for this, but if it meant she wasn't having to explain to everyone why she had failed at bringing a boyfriend that didn't even exist then she supposed she could forget about where the kit was currently being stored.

"Ok, I think that's everything," he said, running a hand through his hair as he stood up, yanking the bag up and over his shoulder. He was still in a suit, which Y/n thought was ridiculous since they didn't even have any meetings today other than the one with her family, and when they made it to the bottom of the stairs he grabbed his jacket and signature long coat. Y/n was already in her own winter coat, thick scarf wrapped around her neck and gloves poking out her pocket, her boots echoing throughout the building. They were the only two left now, since the other three had already left for their own Christmas celebrations, so Lockwood had to spend an extra minute finding the keys to lock up, and then another minute trying to put them back in his pocket. In the end, Y/n was so frustrated with how long he was taking that she snatched the keys from his hand and shoved them in the chest pocket on the inside of his coat, turning and dragging her small suitcase behind her into the pre-booked taxi.

"Sorry, he takes a while to do things every now and then. He's immensely stupid," she said, smiling at the driver as the man put her suitcase in the boot of his taxi. He looked concerned, frowning up at Lockwood where he was coming down the stairs, then nodded slightly, his expression morphing into confusion.

The drive itself was fast, and there were no problems at the station, but Y/n still couldn't help but feel that something would go wrong on their journey to her parents' house.

"The only thing that's wrong-"

"Don't say that, you bastard!"

"-is me being here."

"Oh. Well, that's true."

"Why couldn't you have just gone on your own?"

"You'll see when you meet everyone. Are you... will you be alright? I mean, it's literally everybody still alive in my family along with all of our close friends, which is near on fifty people, all in my parents' house."

"What are you trying to say?" Lockwood's expression was stony, and a coldness had come into his eyes that Y/n had only ever seen back when she was trying to be his friend and asked about his family. She had since learned that they had died when he was young, and had steered well clear of the subject afterwards.

"I just... it's a lot for me, and I do this every year. I can't imagine how awful this'll be for someone who's..." she trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"Who's family is dead?" Lockwood asked, more forcefully than he needed to.

"No, I didn't mean-" Y/n said.

"Sure," he cut her off, tone sharp and as bitter as the wind that was whipping around them. She tried to speak again, but he scoffed and turned away before she could explain what she had really meant by her words. Lockwood didn't seem to be relenting anytime soon, instead choosing to stare out at the tracks with a clenched jaw. The conversation died, and they didn't say a word until the train pulled up to the platform and they were attempting to find a good seat.

When they were finally sat down, bags secure and able to relax a little, Y/n sighed softly at Lockwood's still tense figure. He wasn't looking at her, which she supposed was a good thing because generally when he looked at her he was coming up with something rude to say. But if they wanted this to work, they needed to be talking.

And apparently, Y/n had pissed off her fake boyfriend.

Ugh, she thought. This is going to be a fucking shitshow.

part 2

Tag list (hopefully this is everyone): @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @briar-rose23, @curseofhecate, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @informedimagining, @karensirkobabes, @locknco, @mischivana, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @no-morning-glories, @novelizt, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife

[bteezxyewriter12]

Milk/ 3

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 3.9k

Includes- Oral, blow job, deep throating, throat fucking, throat bulge, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, multiple orgasms, little bit of fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @stephy-nicole13 @mknae-jongho @bykeynote @amyz78 @blueie-things @taz-97 @brown88

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This is the San 3-4 part fic that won the poll

One month later

San POV

"Wanna blow you first", she says, pushing my hands off her hips right before I can get her bottom clothes off

"Wait- really?", I ask, surprised

She nods, sitting at the edge of my bed and pulling me closer to her by my belt

I was feeling horny again and this time I just texted her asking to fuck

She agreed and came to my apartment after work

"Yes Sannie, I want to suck your cock", she says as she undoes my belt, "Don't act so surprised"

"I just didn't know you liked-"

"Sucking dick?", she finishes, her eyes looking up at me as she opens my jeans, dropping them to the floor

"Well, yeah", I answer

Some girls don't like it and only do it to get something in return

And the two times we were together she never mentioned sucking dick

Just that she liked big dicks fucking her and she liked to milk cock

"I like it ok. I like getting my throat fucked, I like deepthroating. Sue me", she rolls her eyes

"Hey I'm just making sure", I shrug, "I like blow jobs so it's not a problem for me"

She snorts, pulling my boxers down and I get everything off

Her hands push my shirt off, pulling it over my head

Once it's discarded, she leans forward, her tongue out, licking along my abs

Her tongue is warm, wet and feels so good, especially with her tongue ring, the ball of it sliding on my skin

"Fuck", I whimper, watching her, getting excited for that tongue to be on me

She pulls away, grinning up at me, "Sorry but I've been wanting to do that since last time"

"Believe me, it's more than ok", I promise her

She just smiles, taking my breath away

Stunning

Just stunning

She pulls her shirt off, leaning forward so I can undo her bra

Then she lays down across my bed, her head hanging off the edge

I raise my eyebrow until she opens her mouth, waiting

"Fuck", I murmur, moving closer, her hand wrapping around my dick, stroking softly, pleasure humming in my body

Her tongue moves out from her mouth, licking slowly along my length, the ball of her tongue ring sliding up and feeling so fucking good

Fuck

Her pretty lips wrap around my head, sucking softly

"Joanne, god", I moan, watching her mouth move around my head

With each move, she sucks faster and faster, until she has a good pace going, my entire body in massive bliss

Her hands move to my thighs, pulling me forward, more of my cock slipping in her mouth

She sucks like it's nothing, even moaning as she does, which blows my mind

Is she getting pleasure from this?

She keeps me in her mouth, her tongue licking up as she tugs on my cock with her mouth

After a little, she pulls me in more, sucking harder

"Fuck, so good", I moan, my eyes fixed on her mouth

I can't believe my best friend is blowing me

Can't believe she wants my cock in her throat but at the same time so glad she does

She tugs on my legs more, finally sliding my whole cock in her mouth, choking slightly

"Shit", I gasp, starting to pull out of her mouth

I don't want to hurt her

Never

She shakes her head, grunting at me, pulling all of my shaft back inside her throat

"Jo, you don't have to-", I start but she silences me with a pinch on my legs

"Ow, ok!", I gape, staying where I am, rubbing the pain in my leg away, "I was trying not to hurt you"

She hurrumphs, beginning to suck on my entire length, the rude comeback I was ready to throw at her disappearing from my mind

She goes at it hard, fast, sucking desperately around my cock, her hands locked on my legs, keeping me in place as she blows me perfectly

I move my hands to her boobs, squeezing over and over, my thumbs running against her nipples, making them hard

She moans around my cock, the vibrations running all over my body, the pleasure from that mixing with the bliss I'm already feeling

Her mouth is magical

She really does like sucking dick

Her mouth doesn't stop, pleasure running up and down my body, my legs shaking, moans falling from my mouth

I've never been this loud before, she just brings it out of me

Her hands push on my legs and I reluctantly pull out until just my head is in her mouth, sucking on me gently

"Fuck my throat", she says, her hand wrapping around my shaft, jerking me off slowly in time with her sucks

Her words sink in and I look down at her, shocked

"What?", I gape

Her eyes move to mine as her tongue licks along my length

"Fuck my throat. Hard", she says, sucking my tip once, "Cum in my mouth and let me swallow all your cock milk"

Oh my god, that's gotta be one of the filthiest things I ever heard

And it turns me on like nothing else has

"Are you sure?"

"Do you want to be the only dick I ever had in my mouth that didn't fuck my throat raw?"

I shake my head rapidly

Definitely not

"So you gonna do it?"

"Yeah naekkeo", I smirk, so excited, "Open that pretty mouth and I'll fuck you the best out of any guy you've been with"

"Big words Sannie. Let's see if you can back them"

I so can

"Open"

Her mouth opens, her head hanging over the edge of the bed, looking so inviting

Moving my head to her mouth, I snap my hips burying in her tight throat immediately

She choked just a little, tears spring to her eyes but she also moans too, like she likes it

She stays perfectly still for me as I hold her head in place

Pulling out, I surge back in hitting the back of her throat and going deeper

After that first thrust it's like I can't control myself, fucking into her at a harsh pace, my entire cock in her mouth

Fuck, so wet and her throat is tight and the ball of her tongue ring sliding along my shaft, feeling so fucking good, the pleasure intense

Her eyes tear up so much, spit leaking from her mouth as I fuck her throat good

"Fuck baby, your throat is so tight", I pant, rolling my hips, "I don't know what's tighter, you're throat or your pussy. But fuck they both feel good"

Another moan comes from her and as I look down, I catch a glimpse of her throat moving

Sliding into her mouth again, I watch in fascination and disbelief as her throat bulges, popping up

And when I pull out, her throat goes down

Oh my god that's so fucking hot

I fuck into her throat faster, watching her throat rise and fall, that sight making me feral

"Fuck Jo", I murmur, "You're pretty throat is bulging every time I go in just like how your tummy pops up when I fuck your pussy. So fucking pretty"

It's mesmerizing and I know I'm not going to forget about it any time soon

Reaching out, I lay my hand on her throat, feeling it pop up and down as I fuck her mouth

This time I don't press on it though

That will really make her choke and I don't want to hurt her

The sounds her mouth is making as I thrust into her add to the wet sounds of her spit around my cock and it's so pretty, driving me to move faster

"I'm gonna cum", I choke out, the pleasure building and building until it finally snaps

"Fuck!", I scream, bottoming out in her throat, "Joanne, fuck"

The ecstasy increases as her mouth immediately sucks on my cock, swallowing over and over, sucking all my cum out

"Mmmm", she moans as her mouth moves

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god!", I cry, my legs shaking so hard

Pure ecstasy, that's what this is

Her mouth slows down as I finish, letting go so I can pull out

She looks up at me, smirking, "Swallowed it all"

She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out so I can see that yea she did fucking swallow all my cum

Fuck

"Tastes so good Sannie"

My eyes bug out of my head in shock

"It...does?"

She nods, moving down the bed a bit so that her head is laying on the mattress instead of hanging off

"Yummiest cum I ever had", she says matter of factly, "I may have to suck your dick more often"

My brain implodes at her words, not believing she's actually saying this to me

Her fingers run along my thigh, a smirk on her face

"Gonna let me suck that massive dick whenever I want?"

I nod like a bobble head doll

She definitely can

It was, hands down, the best blow job I ever had

"Good boy", she says, that pet name making my heart jump

She smiles then closes her eyes

"Gimme a few minutes, then we can fuck ok?"

"Yeah", I answer, my mind on something else though

Something I wanted since the last time I fucked her and watched her pussy cream my cock like a fountain

Moving around the bed, I undo her jeans, pulling them off her body

"Getting me ready Sannie?", she giggles

Yeah but not for fucking

Not yet

I kneel down on the floor, pressing kisses to her inner thighs, feeling her skin tremble against my lips

I like that a lot

I kiss my way to her pussy, her soaked lace panties making a semi appear on my dick

I pull them down, my tongue licking her clit as soon as it's exposed

It throbs against my tongue, making me moan loudly as I lick

"What are you doing?", she whimpers, as I peel her panties off and open her legs widely

"What I love to do. Eat cunt", I reply, then give her a long slow lick up her slit

"Fuck Sannie", she moans

I slip my tongue inside her tiny throbbing hole, tasting her, groaning loudly

So fucking sweet

Pulling out of her hole, I run my tongue up and down her cunt, loving the soft way she feels against me, her pussy drowning me in her sticky wet juice

"God Sannie, I didn't know you like to eat cunt"

"Love it", I tell her, "Love having my face buried in a pussy"

She told me a lot about what she likes but I haven't told her what I like yet

And I like to eat cunt

"Love tongue fucking a hole, sucking on a throbbing clit", I tell her, "And I'm good at eating pussy"

"We'll see", she says, smirking

Oh yeah, she will see

Moving faster, I use the flat of my tongue to lick her, burying my face right into her cunt

"San", she moans, her hand sliding in my hair, tugging softly

Holding her legs open, I eat her cunt desperately, loving every second of it

She tastes better than anyone I've ever eaten before and I just want more

Using the tip of my tongue, I flick her clit back and forth, her moans louder, her legs shaking around my head

"Feels good baby?", I smirk, continuing to play with her

"Yes Sannie", she murmurs

Tugging her swollen clit in my mouth, I suck on her hard, her screams getting louder and louder

Her clit throbs hard against my lips, sending pleasure down my spine to my hard dick

Keeping my tongue against it, I slurp on her, not able to get enough

Each suck makes her pussy wetter and wetter, completely drenching my face

Letting go of her clit, I lick up and down, swallowing her sweet juice

I slide up between her pussy lips, circling my tongue around her clit, her body shaking

"Fuck Sannie", she groans just as I reattach my mouth to her pulsing clit

As I suck, I slide two fingers into her cunt, her muscles clenching hard immediately

Thrusting my fingers in and out, I make sure I rub and press on her spot each time, sucking harder on her clit

Her pussy squirts out juice, her moans of my name so loud in the room

Her pussy gets tighter with every move I do, fluttering faster the closer she gets to coming

"San! Oh my god San!", she cries, her body arching when my fingers slam into her spot

Her body spasms, her legs shaking around my head while she cums

I don't stop any of my movements, finger fucking her and sucking her clit harder to get her through it

"Yes San, fuck"

Once she finishes, I move my fingers out, sliding my tongue to her hole and tasting her creamy cum

"Fuck", I groan as the completely sweet taste hits my taste buds

Holy shit, she tastes so fucking good

I lick frantically, wanting all of it and wanting more

I think I might be addicted

Once I swallow all her cum, I thrust my tongue in her pussy, loving the way she squeezes it

"Sannie", she whimpers

"Again naekkeo", I murmur, pulling my tongue out then diving back in, "I need more. You taste so fucking good"

"Yeah?", she asks shyly

I look up into her eyes, nodding, "Yeah. Gonna give me more?"

She nods, biting her lip as I continue to eat her pretty cunt

Pulling my tongue out of her hole, I slide up flicking her clit then slide back down into her pussy

From there I move my tongue fast, tongue fucking her hole, shoving as much of my tongue into her as I can and licking inside her

She moans in pleasure, her hips moving, grinding on my mouth, fucking my tongue, her hand in my hair pulling hard

It all feels so good, my cock getting so fucking hard and aching

Aching to be in her tiny hole

But first she has to cum in my mouth

Her cunt is so wet, cream and juice all over my face, dripping down my neck, drowning me and I'm perfectly content to stay right here

I've never enjoyed going down on someone as much as I am right now or have been as into it as I am with her

I don't know what it is, she's just driving me crazy, taking over all of my senses

From the way she tastes, to the way she feels, to her scent, to the way she sounds, to the way she looks in pleasure because of me

She's literally perfect

"Sannie", she moans, her fingers pulling my hair, her hips moving against my face, "I'm....I'm.."

I squeeze her thighs hard, groaning into her, waiting

Shoving my tongue inside her again makes her cum, screaming my name

Her body arches as her hands holding my head in place against her pussy

As if I would move

She clenches around my tongue, her cum coating it and I swallow, her sweet cream running down my throat

I hold her legs open as I lick all her cum from her pretty hole, wanting every last drop

Once she finishes and I made sure I cleaned her pussy of everything, I move away and sit on the bed next to her

She's breathing hard, her eyes opening and gazing at me

I just smirk, "Was good?"

"Best ever", she pants, making my confidence fly through the roof

"Good naekkeo", I tell her

She smiles, holding her hand out to me and I take it, helping her sit up

"Lay down and lean against the headboard", she directs me

I raise my eyebrow, leaning against my headboard, watching her climb in my lap

Ah, she's gonna ride me

Nice

"Lemme guess, you like riding cock?", I smirk as she sits in my lap

"Yeah", she giggles

"Is there anything you don't like?", I tease

"Hmmm nothing yet", she says, holding my cock under her, "But I'm sure there's something I don't like. Just haven't tried it yet"

With that, she sinks down on my cock, taking a little less than half of my length right off the bat

"Jesus", I groan, amazed at how tight she always is

She leans back on my legs, her hips moving as she wiggles down my cock more, her gorgeous body hitting me in the face

"Fuck, I forgot how big you really are", she whimpers, pushing down harder, "But not how good you feel. I can't forget that"

Well the feeling is mutual

I can't forget how tight she is, how her pussy envelopes my length just right, like she is now

I can't forget her pussy throbs and how soaked she gets me

I'm feeling it all now as she bottoms me out and it's fucking incredible

"Mmm Sannie", she murmurs, her hips circling around, opening her pussy on my cock, my head rubbing her spot

I feel her pussy soak me, soft spasms driving me insane

I need her to fuck me right now

"C'mon naekkeo, ride me", I urge her

She leans on my shoulders, her pussy sliding up my cock about half way

Then she drops down, taking me all in, my head smacking her spot, both of us groaning in pleasure

She bounces on me at a good pace, her hips lifting and sliding her cunt higher and higher on my cock with each move, her pussy clenching purposely along the length of my cock

Looking down, I watch her pussy take my cock, then slip up, leaving a pretty creamy mess all over my shaft

It's so much cream, sliding down my dick to my lap, the sight turning me on more

She bounces harder, now sliding up to my head and taking all of me back in her cunt, the feel of her pussy opening and purposely clenching astounding

She sits up more, the sound of our skin hitting each other's so loud and pretty in my room

"Sannie, fuck", she moans, her body shaking as she rides me hard

I can so get used to this position

My gaze moves from watching her pussy swallow my cock, to her bouncing boobs, to her face in so much bliss

I don't know where to focus on, I want to see everything

My eyes land on the skin between her boobs, at the drops of sweat rolling down, the entire thing so fucking erotic

She takes my hands, sliding them up her body and wrapping them around her boobs, her hands staying over mine, squeezing

I bite my lip, feeling her hard nipples in my palm

She smirks, tossing her hair behind her, then leaning back, her hands on my legs as she bounces faster

She's such a fucking turn on

I sit up slightly, moving one hand from her boob and replacing it with my mouth

"Fuck Sannie", she moans, bottoming me out and staying there as I suck on her hard nipple

Her cunt clenches along my cock inside her, pleasure making me tremble and I wonder how the fuck she trained her pussy muscles to do that

And thank the stars she did and I get to feel it

Switching to her other nipple, I move my hand down, playing with her clit

"Fuck", she murmurs, one of her hands moving into the back of my hair, keeping me on her boob

She bounces slightly, my fingers and mouth not stopping, wanting her to get off on my dick

She moans my name over and over, her pussy choking my cock as I hit her spot again and again

"San, oh fuck, San!", she cries, her body shaking against me as she cums around my cock, unbelievable pleasure washing over me

I force my fingers to keep rubbing her clit as I groan against her nipple, helping her through her orgasm

When she finishes, I slowly move my hand away and separate from her nipple, instead kissing her sweaty skin between her boobs

God, even her sweat tastes good

She lets go of my hair and I lean back again, looking up at her

"Good?", I ask

She nods, "Yeah Sannie"

I just nod, glad I could please her

"You're turn to cum", she smirks, turning around in a reverse cowgirl position, giving me a clear view of her cunt

Her lips are so swollen and her hole is dripping cream and all I want is her in my mouth again

She moves over my cock, holding me up as she gets my head in her hole

I watch her pussy lips petal wide open as she takes me in, her juice dripping down my cock

"Fuck baby", I groan, the sight so fucking pornographic

She bottoms me out, her cunt clenching hard around me

She leans forward and bounces, her cunt moving along my shaft, leaving a creamy mess all over me

I grip her hips, not able to tear my gaze from her cunt on my cock

Her hips move sensually, in tiny circles, as she rides me and I'm mesmerized

It's like she's dancing on my cock and I'm so here for it

Her puffy pussy lips wrap perfectly around my length, those lips moving hypnotizingly up and down my dick, her cunt leaving streaks of white cream all over my cock

She moves a bit faster and I watch her cunt impale on my length, the pleasure out of this world

It's so good my whole body is shaking

"Mm you feel so good Sannie", she whimpers, her pussy leaving a pretty ring of cream around the base of my cock, "Mm love you hard throbbing cock inside me"

"Fuck", I whimper, getting closer the longer she fucks me

"Fill my pussy Sannie", she moans, "Want to be full of your cum"

"Fuck", I repeat, my mind in the clouds and no words are coming to my head

She's fucking me out and I absolutely love it

Normally I'm the one fucking someone out but god do I like her doing it to me

"Please Sannie, cum in my pussy. Let me milk your cock", she pants, her cunt coming on me and throwing me into completely ecstacy

"Fuck Joanne!", I yell, holding her down on my cock as I explode inside her

"Yes Sannie", she whines, grinding on me, her milking pussy clenching and squeezing perfectly

Stars blast in my vision as I uncontrollably shake against the bed, my brain turning off in a mind shattering orgasm

It takes awhile for me to regain my senses and when I do, I realize I'm still holding her on me

I let her go and she moves off me, turning and laying next to me, breathing hard

She looks at me, smiling, her hair soaked in sweat

And I want nothing more than to hold her

Pulling her to me, I wrap my arms around her as she lays her head on my chest, our legs tangling together

"Guess I'm staying over?", she giggles

"You totally are", I nod

"I'm good with that", she says, cuddling into me

"Good naekkeo", I answer, glad she's staying

We lay in comfortable silence just cuddling each other and I wonder what the hell she's doing to me

[elliesmainhoe]

Procrastination

Streamer!Ellie X Reader

Summary: While Ellie leaves her office for a moment, leaving her stream unattended, you sneak in.

Contents: nothing really, pure fluff, kisses, pet names.

This is a part 2 of Player Two.

My Masterlist

You'd been watching Ellie's steam from your shared bedroom, using it as a distraction from your assignment you had meant to be completing. But as a chronic-procrastinator any excuse is a good excuse.

So here you are, laying in bed, your original word document being abandoned for Ellie's stream. She was doing a pretty chill stream, playing various video games and chatting on and off with her chat.

Ever since you had officially been introduced to her stream, they had been talking about you non-stop. Her subs seeming finding teasing Ellie and making her go bright red fairy amusing.

"Yo guys." Ellie spoke, breaking the steady pace if the conversation she was having with her viewers "I need to go, I'm gonna be back in five minutes okay? Please don't start a cult while I'm gone? Okay thanks." She joked, taking off the head set and leaving it on her set.

A smirk on your face as you spotted the perfect opportunity. You got out of bed, quickly fixing your hair and throwing on a sweater before you creeped stealthily across the hallway to Ellie's now abandoned office. You creaked the door open, the harsh blue light making you squint.

You walked into the room, hiding off screen until the last second were you clapped into the mic, grinning as the spam typing of

"Oh Fuck!!"

"That was unnecessary"

Fled through the chat.

"Oh look it's my favourite people in the whole wide world" you giggled, sitting in Ellie's blue gaming chair.

User2: OMG😭

User3: Yay!!!!

User4: Hi Y/N 💙💙💙

"Hiya guys" you waved at the camera, a small ginger flurry of fur jumped into your lap "oh Garf, you gonna join me?"

"meow".

"yeah, yeah alright"

User5: I love Garfield so much

"I know I love Garfield aswell, don't I baby?" You laughed scratching the cat underneath his chin.

"How are you all doing?"

User6: Really good actually!

User7: epic

"Good, good. I'm glad to hear that." You hummed. "Oh-!" You exclaimed a thought coming to your head.

"The other day I was laying in bed ,scrolling through TikTok while I was waiting for Ells to wake up and I saw an edit. OF US!"

User8: I know all my favorite twitch editors edited you. It was so cute 😭

"Hold on let me pull it up," you say tapping the screen if your phone, clicking on TikTok and then favourites. "Right, okay, so it was this one" you said, you turned your phone around showing an out of focus video of you and Ellie edited to the song 'Glue Song' by Beabadoobee.

"When I tell you that when I saw this I cried. I am not kidding. Ended up waking Ellie up cause I was sobbing" you laughed once you finished, shaking your head at the ridiculous memory.

User9 donated $30 'Buy Garfield a new toy'

"aww thank you~" you smile scratching the purring cat between it's ears "You hear that baby, your gonna get a new toy'".

"meow"

"He says thank you and says he appreciates you and thinks your amazing".

You began talking about everything and nothing, talking about different goings on in your lives and thanking donations, all while swiveling around on Ellie's chair, stroking your cat like a bond villain.

"You look... Threatening" a voice you could tell was trying to stifle a laugh came from behind you.

"Ellie baby~ Hi~" you giggle turning around a stupid smile painting onto your face.

"Yeah, hi babe" she laughed in reply, be ding down and pressing a brief kiss to your lips. "What are you guys doing?" She asks looking into the webcam suspiciously.

"Oh we were just chatting"

"and why are you, my gorgeous beautiful smart girlfriend, talking to my chat instead of finishing the assignment you've been procrastinating about for a whole week, hmm?"

"uhhh I plead the fifth" you said, smiling sheepishly at the woman.

Ellie rolled her eyes. "Right guys I'm gonna have to end this stream here. If I don't babysit my girlfriend she will wonder off, forget about her work and end up being upset when she hasn't done it. So, girlfriend duties call, bye"

She clicked a few buttons, the screen changing and then switching off, "c'mon baby, let's get to bed" she hummed her arms wrapping around your torso and lifting you out of the seat.

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Just a quick one before I go to bed 💙.

Taglist: @aunslie @lonelyfooryouonly

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Part 3

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

okay, my turn.

VAMOS CARLOS THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL AHAHAHAA IM SOOO PROUD OF YOU SMOOTH OPERATORRRRRRR

the way carlos drove today just made me soooooo fucking happy! like, honestly, he IS underrated, and people need to realise that soon!! driver of the day also well deserved!

lando norris, my man, i love you so much. i really think he drove amazing today. qualifying proved that they had more pace than austin, but still not as much as ferrari (that's my understanding), and i really loved how he fought for second place and caught up to charles. he was also right in saying that max drivers dangerously, because we saw what happened.

also, for all those haters that ive had to block (6 fucking accounts) for wanting lando to crash just because he overtook charles or because max had been given two penalties, wtf is wrong with yall. seriously.

charles is an excellent driver, and he's really smart, and we've been seeing that in the past two races especially. he sees an opportunity and he takes it, and i love the way his brain works in situations like these. he held onto p2 for so long and he was so good. that close call of a crash had my heart in my throat, cause fuck, that was scary. but, his reflexes were on point and he saved himself. tho, i have to say that because of this, lando's ovetake didn't really happen, since he had the open track then. it did make it slightly less exciting for me.

im not exactly happy about the fastest lap sitaution, but im not gonna say anything about it

hamilton and russell were also really good with their battle today, it was soooo entertaining to watch, i was on the edge of my seat frr

max. oh maxie max. personally, the 20 second penalty was deserved because what he did at both those turns was really dangerous. THIS IS MY OPINION. IF YOU AS A MAX FAN OR CHARLES FAN CAN HAVE AN OPINION, SO CAN I. anyways, max was my personal driver of the day because getting to p6 was really fucking beautiful. like, i was terrified by the sheer amount of will power and talent the man possesses. he is a king, and he repeatedly proves why, and i love him for it.

the haas boys were also really good this race, both finishing in points.

now, oscar. i am not going to lie, i am slightly disappointed in him. i was hoping for him to catch up and maybe defend against max. but, he could barely move up places, only 9 (which is a big deal of its own, no doubt, just what i didn't expect from him). but, im hoping that the next race will be better for him

perez being stuck in p16 was a little heartbreaking, especially because this was his homerace.

the crash in the start was heart stopping, fr. i was so scared i was shivering the entire time. tho, im glad both drivers are okay now.

i also feel really bad for alonso, because this was his 400th gp, and he had such a cool helmet. for them to retire the car was just sad.

and that's it. THESE ARE MY OPINIONS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM, GO AWAY.

[isacksteban]

It Makes Sense — 1 (out of 2?)

“No… Domi, listen, I di-” Pecco was cut off by another angry yell being spouted by the phone. “Can you actually just listen to me?! Stop fucking screaming over the phone, I can hear you just fine!”

Pecco had been on the phone with her for almost an hour, and for the entirety of that time Bez had been laying on his back, watching the older man through half-lidded eyes. They were oh so busy, and she oh so rudely interrupted them. It was funny though, seeing Pecco pacing a hole through his floor in nothing but his underwear, covered in bite marks and hickeys that most definitely did not come from Domi. It put a sense of pride into Bez knowing that no matter who Pecco was with… it would never be them, always him.

Maybe it was fucked up of him to be so happy about it, maybe it made him a messed up person to be glad that no one else could ever make Pecco feel the way he did. But he didnt care, and it didn't change that it was true.

“Just listen to me! Actually fucking listen! Domizia…” He paused for a moment, the sound of the woman's voice booming through the phone speaker. Bez had never liked Domizia, but he also had never liked any of Pecco's girlfriends. They were always so whiny and annoying. ‘Blah blah blah, you and Bez are too close’ ‘Spend more time with me’ ‘Don’t ditch me for him blah blah blah’. All they did was bitch and moan. It was obnoxious.

“I'm sorry, okay? There is nothing else I can say… I genuinely forgot we had plans and I-” he sounded defeated. “What? …No'' Pecco looked over at Bez, eyes raking over his form. Sitting in his bed, shirtless wearing nothing but tattered old ripped jeans with his piercing shining in from the light of the dim bedroom, a smirk playing at his lips. Pecco looked him dead in his eyes before speaking into the phone. “No, Marco isn't here right now, I haven't talked to him all day.”

It took everything in the man not to laugh his ass off. Pecco could obviously hear the stifled laugh because when he sat down on the bed next to him he slapped his arm, whispering for him to shut up.

“… I’ll talk to you later okay, I swear… No I really gotta go,” Pecco sighed. “Domi, I’ll talk to you later… I need to, like, clean up and stuff, my apartment is a mess, seriously I need to go-”

Before Pecco could stop him, Bez snatched the phone out of his hands, not letting go no matter how much Pecco tried to wrestle it out of his grasp. He hung up just as Pecco got a grip

"Seriously, Bez?" He asked, groaning as he looked at the phone in his hands. "You should've let me finish talking it out with her before you hung up."

“Well if you loved her, I wouldn’t be in your bed right now. If you really cared about her, you wouldn’t be covered in my bite marks and my hickeys.”

“Just shut the fuck up Bez… I have to go do damage control.” Pecco said, trying to get up, Bez quick to pull him back down

“Or… you should just stop thinking about her pathetic ass and stay in bed with me, we could continue what we started...”

“As tempting as that sounds, I need to fix this, I can't have her upset at me for long."

Bez just looked at the other boy, rolling his eyes and sighing, putting Pecco's phone on the bedside table next to him. Leaning over and pressing the other into the bed, ducking his head into the space between his shoulder and neck. “She’s sweet, y’know… She cares about me, treats me well.” Pecco spoke softly.

“Does she?” Bez mumbled, pressing small kisses to his skin, sucking on it lightly.

“Y-yeah… She does.” His voice was quiet and full of breath as Bez's hands started to roam around his body, one settling on his hip and the other rubbing his arm.

“Do you love her, Pecco?”

“…Y-yes”

Bez's fingers dug into his hip as he bit down particularly hard on his shoulder, making him gasp, push his head away, and involuntarily buck his hips all at the same time. “If you love her, why am I the one in your bed right now?”

“Bez…”

“You don’t love her, just like you didn’t love the last one, or the one before that. Because every single time, you end up knocking on my apartment door begging me to-“

“How many times do I have to tell you to shut the fuck up!” Pecco smashed his lips onto the other, setting them for a bruising pace, neither minded though. Nothing was ever gentle between the two of them, always fast and aggressive, maybe that’s what they like about each other. They don’t have to tone anything down, they could be awful and mean and still end up in the same bed afterwards.

“It’s not always me seeking you out, you know…I’m not that fucking desperate” Pecco said pulling away from him. “How many times have you pulled me away from hangouts and texted me during dates trying to get me back at your place?”

“And how many times have you done it? Sure, I’m pathetic for asking, but you’re pathetic for listening.”

“I hate you.” He leaned back in, kissing him feverishly. Bez's hands felt so cold against him while Pecco was on fire, skin a flush red. “How do you want it?”

“Hmm? What’s that?” He leaned down to his jaw, kissing and biting at it as Pecco tried to speak.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Just-… Come on.”

He stopped for a moment, teasing with the notion that he was thinking about it, trying to figure him out, but Bez knew exactly what he was asking.

“Oh, if I’m fucking you or you’re fucking me? Well, why didn’t you say that Pecco?” Bez smiled, and god, it did nothing but piss him off. “I don’t know, I think I have a lot to prove. Make sure you don’t call her back..”

“You petty bitch!” Pecco was laughing until Bez moved his hand to the back of his head, tangling it through the short curls, tightening his fist yanking on the hair in his grasp. “Fuck!” He moaned out, head tilted back and mouth open.

“If I fuck you hard enough you won’t even remember her name, will you?”

“Then actually do it instead of just running your mouth.”

Pecco felt the strong sting of a slap across his cheek, so hard it almost gave him whiplash. “You’re not the one telling me what to do here.” Pecco couldn't help but shudder at the sound of his voice, head still turned to the side as he was breathing heavily. If he wasn't hard before he certainly was now. “Wow… you’re fucking disgusting, arent you? Did you like that, Pecco? You like it when I hit you?”

Suddenly, Pecco wasn't moving, wasn't saying anything, eyes fixed on a patch of the dark blue sheets covering their his bed. Bez's stomach almost did a flip, hearing him so silent, not reacting, he worried for a moment that he might have gone a bit far.

“Amo..”

But his worries dissipated as soon as Pecco lunged forward, pushing Bez down and pressing all his weight onto him.

“You’re the one that likes hitting me, I simply humour you.”

Once again, Bez and Pecco caught each other in a kiss that was closer to eating eachothers faces than anything. The brunette's hand moved lower and lower until his palm rested right over the bulge in Bez's jeans, not quite pressing down, just resting there, teasing at the idea of friction.

Everytime Bez tried to buck his hips into his hands, the other would move it up with him, denying him the satisfaction, smiling into the kiss as he did so. He was growing frustrated, Pecco could feel it by the grip of the other man’s hand in his hair and the way he panted between each kiss while moving his hips up desperately. He moved down close to Bez's ear, whispering softly, with a voice far too angelic for anything the two of them were doing.

“And here I thought you were gonna take control, something about fucking me so hard I forget her name?” Bez gave a shaky exhale at the sound of Pecco's voice, taking a moment to collect himself. “I still remember it pretty well, hell… I still remember the way her pu-“

He was quickly cut off by the hand resting in his hair, yanking him back as the other moved forward, small whimpers escaping this mouth as Bez pulled him farther and farther back.

“Bez, Bez, Bez, please-“ he gave his hair another good tug, whipping his neck back and forth as he whined his name “I didn’t mean to-“

But every time he tried to speak, Bez just pulled harder, pulling until Pecco's hands frantically moved up. His palms resting over his knuckles trying to pry him off and release him from that damn death grip.

Smack.

Another harsh slap, his cock twitching when the calloused hand met the soft skin of his face. his cheek was red, his ears were ringing, and god, did he need Bez to just tear his boxers off and fuck him already. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this… how much longer he would last.

“I bet this could get you off alone couldn’t it? Pulling on your hair and slapping that pretty face of yours.” Bez looked at him as he spoke, his eyes showed nothing but adoration for him, and while looking at him like this, like Pecco had hung every single star up in the sky himself, he reared back his hand adding one more harsh slap to his face.

“CAZZO! Bez, fuck!” Pecco almost squealed, the skin on the right side of his face red and raw, a stark contrast to the left, cool and untouched. Bez's hips twitched and spasmed, bucking at nothing but air.

“Yeah… yeah, I could definitely get you off like this, wouldn’t even have to touch your dick… Bet I wouldnt have to fuck you either.” He chuckled. To anyone else, he looked fucking insane, but to Pecco? He almost looked godly up above him like this, holding him tightly in his grasp as he was groveling at his mercy. Yeah… Bez was a cruel and unforgiving god, a god that Pecco would worship at the altar of every chance he got. “You’re such a whore you know that? Sitting here humping the air while I hit you. Does your girlfriend know you like this shit?”

When Bez moved his hand towards Pecco's face, his whole body tense, ready for another blow to the face. He was surprised by him delicately holding his face, it made his cheeks sting no matter how soft the display was… and god did he love the sting.

“She doesn't…”

“What was that, amo?”

“We don't do shit like this together…”

Bez smiled. “Yeah, I didn't think so, I’m the only one that can give you what you need, aren't I?”

“Dont act so fucking smug-” Bez squeezed the cheek had been abusing all night, digging his short nails into the raw skin.

“Dont be fucking rude!” he released him, his grip on his face gone, and pulling his hand out of his hair. Pecco didn't even realize how harsh the grip was until it was released. His scalp was burning and sore, and his cheek was going to bruise, explaining that was going to be… interesting for sure.

Bez, who was propped up on the bed by his knees, finally began unbuckling his belt, slowly unzipping the fly. “I think… You forget yourself.” His voice was raspy, and filled with nothing but pure amusement. “You are so determined to defy me that you deny yourself of what you want.”

“The fuck are you talk-“ Pecco's jaw was grabbed harshly thus cutting him off.

“Shut the fuck up! Your mouth isn’t good for anything but sucking and moaning. Quit fucking talking!” The grip on Pecco's jaw got tighter as he shook his head back and forth.

“Fuck you.” He managed to choke out

“You can do that next time, it's my turn today.”

“Oh shut up-“

“Suck,” he interrupted quickly, staring straight into his eyes.

“Ask nicely.”

“Fine…” Bez grabbed him, shoving his face down, mouth hovering over the shaft of his dick, close enough he could feel every breath hitting the skin. He grabbed the base, tapping the tip on Pecco's lip. “Please open your mouth and suck my dick like the depraved whore you are.”

“That’s not very nice of you, Marco.” Pecco opening his mouth to speak was his first mistake, Bez taking the opportunity to shove the tip of his cock between his lips and quickly to the back of his throat.

He panicked for a moment, trying to pull off, but Bez's hand ruined every attempt at getting away.

“Stop struggling, stop- calm down and stop being a fucking baby about it.” He didn’t let up, not until Pecco stopped gagging and slapping his hands at his thighs. If he wanted to stop he would pinch. “I’m going to let go now, and you’re gonna bob your head up and down and fucking suck.”

And like that, his hand moved away, granting Pecco a small amount of mercy. It was still hovering in case his head needed a good push. Pecco tried to start off slow, maybe tease a bit, he loved Bez's reaction and how he tried to act less pathetic than he was, resisting the urge to whine and whimper when Pecco's mouth was wrapped around him. But Bez was growing impatient, deciding to start bucking his hips and returning his hand in its favorite place, gripping tightly around Pecco's hair. Well, it was his hands' third favorite place.

The first was around Pecco's neck, watching his face turn a light shade of purple before he finally let up; the second was his cock, when he would continue to jerk him off until he is overstimulated and begging him to let go; and third was his hair, when he could yank him around like his own personal ragdoll.

He continued thrusting his hips, watching his dick as it slowly dragged across his tongue and lips, precum and spit dribbling from his mouth. He could finish like this. It was tempting actually, to shove his head down and cum down his throat, basking in the sounds of him choking and the feeling of him struggling to get away.

He pulled Pecco off by his hair, the brunette breathing heavily, gasping almost. He needed to collect himself, Bez was too close and he didn’t want to fill his mouth, no he wanted to finish inside, he needed to fuck Pecco until he was screaming, and cum inside because goddamnit, he was his. He fucking belonged to him. He pulled his head up, kissing him, tongue licking along his lips.

“Lay… down,” he said between each kiss with him. Moving down to suck a couple more hickeys into the very minuscule amount of unmarked skin covering his body.

When Pecco's head finally hit the pillow, Bez pulled his boxers down.

It felt like the world had stopped spinning for a moment, Pecco looking up at him and Bez looking down, jeans still resting on his hips, fly open and cock out, and Pecco laying on the bed with his boxers bunched around his ankles and his body sprawled out like a figure in a renaissance painting. This was it, this was all he wanted, he was all he wanted.

Bez was terrified, and Pecco could see it on his face too, the lust turning bitter and forming into some sort of dread.

“Marco? You calling it quits?” His voice was soft, of course it was soft, he cared. He saw a shift in Bez's expression because of course he did, he knew Bez in such an intricate way — how could he not? And thinking about that only made it worse. “Let’s just… do this later, yeah?”

“No,” Bez blurted out, his hands holding onto Pecco's hips.

“No?”

“No, we aren’t doing this later, I want to fuck you now.” He pushed it away, it’s what he had to do, he couldn’t think about his damn feelings when all he wanted to feel was Pecco clenching around him when he finally cums.

“Mar-“

“If I wanted to fucking stop, I would’ve said the word. I haven’t, have I?”

“No… You haven’t.”

“Then shut the hell up about it.”

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, you cunt.” Pecco leaned up to get into his face and was imedetly pushed back down. “If you don’t quit being such an asshole you aren’t fucking me at all.”

Bez just rolled his eyes as he reached over to the nightstand to grab the half empty bottle of lube, they had just gotten it a couple weeks ago and it was almost gone…

“I’m being fucking serious.”

He looked at him a moment, popping the cap open.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Why are you such a bitch about everything?” He complained, squirting a pretty generous amount of the lubricant onto his fingers, not bothering to warm it up before pushing one in.

“Cold! cold cold cold, quit it.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m going to be worse to you next time.” Pecco breathed out, getting used to the feeling as Bez pushed the finger in and out. “You… are going to suffeeeerrr…” His words veered off into a whiny moan when a second finger was added.

“Oh, am I, baby? What’re you gonna do?”

“Gonna… fuck…” The pace of his fingers kept speeding up, making it difficult for Pecco to string a sentence together. “Fuck your face… ‘til you’re crying.”

“Are you?” The third finger was added, this one drew a loud moan out of Pecco, it was beautiful. “Is that all? That’s kinda boring, just until I cry?”

“You know that… collar we got?” That… That’s what made Bez freeze, finger stuck right at the knuckle and eyes a bit wide. If he wasn’t already hard he would have sprung up immediately. “The one with 'Pecco's' engraved on it?”

“I thought we were saving that for a special occasion.”

“I think bending you over in front of me and fucking you until you’re sobbing is pretty special.” It was Pecco's turn to smile at him — still looking so lovely — tan skin against the white sheets, dark bruises and bites littering every inch of his body, despite all that he looked almost innocent. Even when presented to him with his fingers knuckles deep inside curling in whatever direction would make him squirm, he looked sweet.

While talking about putta a fucking collar on him, he looked sweet.

“Getting a bit ahead of ourselves huh?” Bez chuckled out.

“Just preparing for the future.”

Bez considered a fourth for a second, but three was already too many, he knew how much Pecco liked it to hurt. It was just so much fun though, Pecco trying to act so casual while losing his mind just to Bez's fingers. He pulled them out despite every little protest coming from Pecco's mouth.

“Don’t be ungrateful. You are lucky I let you have my fingers.”

“Fuck me.” Pecco gasped out, a hand reaching out to grab Bez's arm.

“Patience.”

“Fuck… me.”

“I said you have to fucking wait a minute. I need to get more lube and-“

“I don’t give a shit about the lube Bez! Fuck me dry for all I care, there's already enough!” Pecco snapped, fingers digging into Bez's arm. “If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to press your goddamn face into this mattress and fuck you myself.”

If Bez's right hand wasn’t busy wiping the remaining lubricant onto his cock, he would slap the already blooming bruises on his cheek.

So… he used his left hand instead, the pristine and clear cheek being marked red, matching the other.

“You’re so ungrateful, did you know that?” Bez grabbed Pecco's thighs, pushing his legs closer and closer to his shoulders, almost folding him in half, leaving his hole on display. “But your body makes up for it, you don’t gotta worry.”

He pushed just the tip in, barely catching the rim before he pulled it right out, entertained by the way Pecco struggled to keep his breathing consistent and his eyes opened.

“Put it the fuck in!”

Another loud crack of palm against skin sounded through the room. “You think you would learn your fucking lesson, Pecco.”

“Please… Marco… Please fuck me, I need you, I need your cock, I can’t…you have to, please, I’ll do anything, please, fuck.” Tears slipped down Pecco's cheeks as he begged for Bez to fuck him. And he just couldn’t help it then, it was almost like he blacked out and his body started acting on its own. Finally thrusting into him, not taking the time to let Pecco adjust and starting the pace quick and brutal. Fucking into him like he wanted to break him in half, like he wanted to destroy him until he couldn’t move a single muscle.

He held onto Pecco's calves as he plowed into him, Pecco not able to shut up, broken moans echoing through the room.

“God, you are such a whore. You need to quiet down before your neighbours hear you… I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?”

“Hmm… Oh… mhmm!”

“Can’t even speak, can you? Is it that good? Do you just love my cock that much?” He didn’t slow down, not even when his hand snaked between Pecco's thighs to run his fingers along the shaft of his cock, lightly caressing it. “Aw, you still haven’t been touched yet have you? I bet you’re really pent up aren’t you? Do you want me to touch your dick, amore?”

Pecco's brain was fuzzy, he could barely focus on the world around him, let alone the words being spoken to him, but he nodded his head.

“Words, use them,” Bez croaked out, his pace faltering the closer he got to the edge. “If you want something, you gotta ask for it.”

“Yes… y-yes, yes, please touch, tou- fuck, oh fuck, Bez, god! Yes, touch my co- Jesus fuck!” He could barely get the sentence out, and that meant Bez was doing it right.

“That’s so pathetic.”

“Bez…”

“Begging just for me to touch you?”

“You told me to!” Pecco almost whined at him, as Bez borderline laughed at him.

“Mhm, and you listened like a good little bitch, didn’t you, Pecco?” He punctuated his words with a particularly hard buck of his hips, his dick hitting Pecco's prostate head-on, making him cry out in pleasure. It didn’t help that Bez finally held on to his cock, squeezing the base of it as he fucked him. Pecco was not going to finish first, Bez would make sure of it. He needed to know that his body wasn’t his own, it wasn’t his girlfriends either, no. It was Bez's. His property and most prized possession.

“Mar… Marco, it fucking hurts!”

“I know, just give me a minute, I’m almost there, baby, I promise.” He kissed him, not hungrily like it had been this whole time, not with aggression or overbearing control but, with a softer passion, the two pairs moving together in the softest gesture of the whole night. Maybe that’s what did it, that small little fantasy in Bez's head that they had more kisses like that, kisses that lingered just for the sake of closeness and not because they needed something to fulfill their bodies needs. Maybe that’s what got Bez to finally cum… or maybe it’s the way Pecco's hole clenched around his cock and he moaned into his mouth as he pulled away… It was probably the second one.

“Fuck… Shit, oh my… Pecco, baby, you are something.” He was so busy riding out his orgasm, thrusts slowing down as he came down, that he forgot about the hand wrapped around Pecco's weeping cock. And the way he squirmed and groaned, begging for him to let go and jerk him off. “Oh, yeah… You need to get off, too. You wouldn’t mind if I just left you like this, would you?

It was a joke, but Pecco obviously wasn’t in the mood to take Bez's shit. His hands moved up to dig into Bez's scalp and pulled his face close, noses touching.

“I don't give a shit if it's your birthday

I will fucking. Kill. You.”

Bez gulped, staring right into Pecco's dark brown eyes. “Hot.”

Pecco sighed, throwing his head back into the pillow, and that’s when he started moving his hand, slowly rubbing his thumb over the slit. He unfolded him and rested his legs on his shoulders. Moving down to take the tip of Pecco's cock into his mouth and suck on it. Tongue swirling around it, encouraged by Pecco's hand resting in his hair and moaning out at every slight movement. He didn’t take the whole thing, using his hand to jerk him off until he was cumming.

Pecco's hips spasmed as he came, screaming out and digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands until Bez pulled off with the most obnoxious popping noise.

“Be… Bez…”

He fucking swallowed it.

“Hm?”

“Apple juice.”

Bez stopped in his tracks, as he was pulling away from Pecco and setting his legs down.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Want it.”

“Aren’t you supposed to drink water after getting your brains fucked out?”

“Yeah, but… I want fucking apple juice.”

“Fine, whatever, I’ll get you apple juice.” He rolled his eyes, standing up and grabbing the box of tissues to throw at Pecco so he could clean himself up while he went to the kitchen.

When he came back in, Pecco was still sitting naked on the bed, now with his phone in hand and a serious look on his face, his head shot up when Bez walked in.

“I'm gonna propose.” the brunette whispered, sighing as he sat his phone down and grabbed his glass. “Christmas Eve, I'm gonna propose..”

“Yeah, okay Pecco.” he laughed, flopping onto the bed next to him.

“I am.” Pecco sat up, looking down at Bez "We can't keep doing this, we're both boys.c

"And?" Bez hummed, closing his eyes "Doesn't stop you from loving my cock."

"Bez. She's a girl, it makes sense for me to propose. This- Us. It doesn't make sense."

He just hummed, he didn't believe him.

Pecco had rehearsed his speech a hundred times in his mind, but standing here now, in front of Domizia in the same place they had their first date, the words felt heavier. It was Christmas Eve, the scent of pine and cinnamon in the air, and the lights from the buildings around them softly illuminated the streets.

Pecco’s breath came out in small, misty clouds as he tried to steady himself. Domizia was bundled up in a patterned scarf, her cheeks pink from the chill, eyes sparkling with the same love and warmth she had always shown him.

He reached into his coat pocket, fingers brushing against the small velvet box. Everything about this moment was perfect, yet his chest felt tight. The words he had planned seemed to tangle in his throat. But he had made his choice. This was right. It made sense.

"Domizia," he began, his voice low but firm, "I’ve been thinking about us, about everything we’ve been through. You’re my everything, the one person who’s always been there for me."

She smiled softly, stepping closer, her gloved hand gently brushing his arm. "Francesco, you’re making me nervous," she teased lightly, her breath visible in the cool air.

He chuckled, but it didn’t ease the tension building inside him. Slowly, he pulled out the ring box and knelt down on one knee, the city lights casting a warm glow on the ring nestled inside. Domizia’s eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth as she gasped.

“I love you, Domizia. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Pecco said, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him. “Will you marry me?”

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. Domizia’s eyes filled with tears, her face lighting up with pure joy. She nodded eagerly, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Sì, sì, of course!"

He slipped the ring onto her finger, feeling a strange mix of relief and weight as she threw her arms around him. The world around them felt distant, the noise of the city fading into the background as they embraced. This was the future he had chosen—the life that made sense. But even as Domizia held him tightly, Pecco couldn’t shake the lingering shadow of what he was leaving behind. The man he was leaving behind.

Pecco’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he and Domizia walked through the softly lit streets, her arm linked through his. She was glowing with happiness, showing off the ring to every passerby who glanced their way. But behind his smile, Pecco felt a storm brewing within him.

He knew what he had to do next. It was inevitable, like a slow-moving train heading toward its destination. His heart ached with the weight of it, the reality of the promise he had just made pressing down on him. He glanced at his watch, the cold metal against his wrist grounding him as they reached the hotel.

“Should we go in?” Domizia asked, her eyes hopeful, her hand resting on his chest. She had no idea of the inner turmoil twisting inside him.

Pecco leaned down and kissed her softly. “I need to take care of something, amore. I’ll be back later.”

She pouted playfully but nodded, trusting him. As she always did. “Don’t be too long, okay? I want to wake up with you.”

He kissed her again, this time with a tenderness that almost broke him. “I’ll be back soon.”

As soon as Domizia disappeared into the building, Pecco let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. The tension that had been coiling inside him since the moment he proposed began to unravel, but only slightly. The warmth of her embrace still lingered on his skin, yet it didn’t bring the comfort it should have. Instead, it felt like a reminder of the weight he had just tied himself to — a weight that felt both safe and suffocating at once.

His hand trembled slightly as he reached into his coat pocket, fishing out his phone. For a moment, he stared at the screen, his mind racing. He had just promised his future to Domizia, but here he was, heart pounding, thinking of someone else. Someone who had always been in the background, in the shadows of his decisions, but never fully gone.

Pecco's fingers hovered over the keyboard, doubt creeping in. But he couldn’t stop himself. Not this time. He needed to see him, to feel that familiar rush that always came when they were together—the pull that kept dragging him back, no matter how hard he tried to resist.

With a quick breath, he typed out the words before he could second-guess himself any further.

"I need to see you."

"Now."

He hesitated for the briefest of moments before pressing send, knowing that whatever came next, there was no turning back.

Bez was waiting at Pecco and Domizia’s house, leaning against the doorframe when Pecco arrived. His posture was casual, but his eyes told a different story — darker than usual, shadowed with something Pecco couldn’t quite place. It was a look he knew all too well. It was a mix of anger, hurt, and anticipation, as if Bez had been waiting for this moment with an intensity that mirrored the weight of Pecco's own dread. They had been dancing around this conversation for too long, and tonight, neither could avoid it.

Pecco barely had time to close the door behind him before Bez pulled him in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was more desperate than passionate. It wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It was demanding, a collision of need and frustration, of all the things they hadn’t said. It was familiar, the way Bez’s mouth moved against his, the way their bodies fit together, like the hundreds of times they had done this before. Pecco responded instinctively, his hands finding their way to Bez’s back, pulling him in as close as he could, as if proximity might make everything easier to understand, as if being together like this could make the rest of the world disappear.

They stumbled toward the couch, breath mingling with quiet gasps as their hands roamed over each other. Bez’s fingers threaded through Pecco’s hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down his spine, a whine escaping as Bez's lips moved to press against Pecco’s neck. For a brief, stolen moment, it was as if everything was right again, as if nothing had changed between them. The familiar heat between them was still there, burning with the same intensity that always brought them back to each other, no matter how many times they tried to walk away.

But even as Pecco lost himself in Bez’s touch, his mind was racing. The ring on Domizia’s finger felt like a lead weight in his pocket, a constant reminder of the choice he had made tonight. A choice that had no place in this room, no place in the way Bez made him feel. He wanted to forget everything, to drown in the fire between them, to let Bez’s hands and lips burn away the guilt that gnawed at him. But he couldn’t.

He gently pushed Marco back, his chest heaving as he tried to find the words. Marco’s brow furrowed in confusion, his hands still gripping Pecco’s shirt.

“What’s wrong?” Marco asked, his voice low, almost fearful. "You didn't pinch me?"

Pecco pulled away, standing up and reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out the velvet box, flipping it open to reveal the ring no longer nestled inside. Marco’s eyes widened in shock as he processed what Pecco was saying.

“This…” Pecco began, his voice thick with emotion, “this can never happen again.”

Bez looked up at him, his eyes searching Pecco’s face, trying to understand. “You’re- You really went through with it?”

Pecco nodded, closing the box and placing it back in his pocket. “I asked her tonight. She said yes.”

Bez laughed bitterly, shaking his head as he stood up. “So, that’s it? You’re just going to walk away from everything we had? From us? Seriously?”

Pecco felt his throat tighten, but he forced himself to meet Bez's gaze. “I can’t keep doing this, Bez. We can’t keep doing this. Domi… she’s my future. She’s the one I’m supposed to be with.”

“And what am I, then? A mistake?” Bez's voice was shaking, hurt. “Just some phase you had to get out of your system? Just testing the fucking faggot waters before settling down with some slut?”

“Don't call her that,” Pecco said quickly, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to cup Bez's face. “No, Marco, you were never a mistake. But we both knew this day would come. It had to.”

Bez closed his eyes, leaning into Pecco’s touch for just a moment longer before pulling away. “So, that’s it. We’re done?”

Pecco swallowed hard, nodding. “Yeah. We’re done.”

They stood there in silence, the weight of the moment settling over them like a heavy blanket. Finally, Bez turned and walked toward the door, pausing just before he stepped out.

“I hope she makes you happy, amore,” Bez said quietly, not turning around. “I really do.”

And then he was gone, leaving Pecco standing alone in the dark apartment, the echo of their goodbye lingering in the air.

Marco hadn’t felt this hollow in a long time. The familiar warmth of Vale's ranch — usually his favorite place to be during the holidays — felt like an emotional landmine this year. He couldn’t bear the thought of facing Pecco and Domi, watching them bask in the glow of their engagement while everyone celebrated around them.

It wasn’t just the usual holiday gathering. It was their Christmas now, the first of many where they’d be the center of attention, smiling and sharing their happiness with the world. And Bez? He’d be on the sidelines, forced to swallow the bitterness gnawing at his insides.

So he stayed away. He made excuses — something about needing time to rest, needing space. Valentino had tried to convince him otherwise, even sent a few messages asking if he was okay. Bez brushed it off with half-hearted responses, knowing that even Vale couldn’t pull him out of this one.

Instead of the ranch, he spent Christmas alone in his apartment. The quiet was suffocating, a far cry from the usual lively chaos of his racing family. He tried distracting himself with movies, but they all felt meaningless. Even riding, his usual escape, couldn’t fill the void. Everything seemed to loop back to Pecco — his laughter, his touch, his promises.

He imagined them at the ranch, the others surrounding Pecco and Domizia with congratulations. He could see Domizia holding out her hand, showing off the ring, while Pecco stood proudly beside her. That image stung more than any crash ever had.

[wandanatrules]

Nobody else

pairing: possessive beefy natasha romanoff x bratty wanda maximoff

word count: 2575

summary: a misunderstanding leads natasha and wanda to think they have different intentions about their “relationship”

warnings: smut, nat has a penis, foul language, degradation kink, slight blackhill, slight nat x darcy, slight wanda x carol, “cheating”, groping, rough sex, spanking, slight angst  

“uggh, please natty it feels so good, go harder i need you.” Wanda panted out while she was being rammed into from behind, by her mentor.

Wanda and Natasha had been friends for a few years, ever since Wanda had joined the team. She needed someone to look up to and Nat was the perfect female mentor. It wasn’t until a few months ago that their friendship blossomed into something else.

It all started one night when Wanda came to Natasha’s room pleading for her to help with the ache between her legs. Wanda had been attracted to Natasha since the day they met, but it was seeing her in the gym earlier that day that set her off. Wanda walked in on her lifting weights, and drooled over her muscles from afar. She even went as far as following her into the shower and was pleasantly surprised when she saw the special treat between Natasha’s legs. She felt ashamed of herself and ran back to her room, trying to appease the ache on her own, but after several fruitless attempts, she found herself knocking on the door of her mentor’s room.

She’s so glad she found herself in her room that night, because it was then that their friends with benefits relationship had begun.

“You are such a little slut Wanda, you find yourself in my room every night begging for my big cock to split you open, have you no shame?” Natasha asked as she picked up the pace ramming her 8 inches in and out of Wanda’s abused hole.

She gripped the younger girl’s waist guiding her thrusts as she panted and moaned in her ear, kissing her neck. Wanda’s tits flopped all over the place hitting her face, as she whined and moaned like a professional whore.

Wanda’s cunt clenched around Natasha's dick, making her slap Wanda’s ass as her dick twitched and her balls swelled. “God baby, i’m gonna cum and fill you up." Natasha sighed in her ear.

“Yes Natty, please i’m cumming too ughh. You have the best and biggest dick on the team, nobody else here has fucked me as well as you do.” Wanda exclaimed, while pushing herself back onto nat to reach deeper.

Natasha’s hips stalled for a second, taken aback by what Wanda had just said. Natasha knew that they were a casual friends with benefits thing, and they weren’t dating, but she didn’t like how she felt when she heard wanda talking about fucking the other avengers.  

A deep carnal urge spread throughout Natasha and she picked up the pace, ramming into her at an animalistic speed. “You’re mine.” she grunted, roughly.

“Damn natty, yes I am ahhh right there oh- please it feels so good, you're hitting the spot just right.” Wanda said, her words vibrating off her chest as her body is thrown around for nat’s pleasure. Not noticing that nat was currently rage fucking her.

Nat felt herself twitch again, so she pulled out and released her load all over Wanda's naked body. Viscous, white liquid painting her and sticking to her hair.

“Oh wow, that was amazing natty.” Wanda said, reaching for Natasha, who normally cuddles her after sex.

Natasha pulled away, throwing her, her clothes and a rag. “Clean yourself up and get dressed, I have to shower and you have to leave. I have shit to do.” Natasha said harshly as she walked into the bathroom.

Wanda was confused about Natasha's change in demeanor after having, what she thought was, incredible sex. Did she do something wrong? She brushed it off and cleaned herself up, dressing before leaving her room.

The next day Wanda ran into Natasha after she finished her training. She admired her from across the kitchen, holding back her saliva from watching her muscles tense as she moved around the kitchen.

Walking over to her, she made sure nobody else was around before speaking. “Hey natty, care to join me in my room?” she asked with her best doe eyes while caressing her biceps.

Natasha scoffed and pulled away, responding, “Not today Wanda.” before leaving the kitchen, leaving wanda shocked.

She wanted to follow her and see what was wrong, but she decided to let her be alone and figure it out by herself. Wanda didn’t know what to do, so she decided to go lay on the couch for a nap, while Nat got her emotions together.

A few hours later Wanda had awoken from her nap and it was dark outside. She decided that it was time for her to go to her own bed. While walking down the hall she heard noises as she was starting to walk past Natasha’s bedroom.

There were grunting and panting noises coming from her room. Wanda listened through the door growing wetter at the sounds. Natasha was pleasuring herself and Wanda wanted to be a good “friend” and help her out, hoping that it would cure her bad mood.

Wanda quietly opened the door, so that she would be surprised when she came to give her a hand with her erection. When wanda fully opened the door she was met with a sight that she was not expecting at all.

Natasha was laying back on her bed, while Maria from the office department was bouncing on her cock like a certified slut. Natasha’s abs flexed as did the muscles in her arms as she guided Maria’s movements. Maria’s naked tits flopped all over the place, before Natasha reached up to tame them and suck her right nipple into her hot mouth.  

“Oh shit Maria, your pussy is so tight and wet, squeezing me so fucking well.” Natasha said as she lifted her hips pistoning off the bed into Maria's hot depth.

Wanda watched in awe for a while, but quickly left before being discovered. She was holding back tears as she walked to her room, letting them go when she arrived. She couldn’t believe that Natasha was having sex with other people. The girl knew that they were just casual friends with benefits, but she thought they had an unspoken vow to be exclusive.

She wondered if the reason Natasha was being so rude to her was because she replaced her with Maria, for the role of her late night booty call. Wanda was devastated, but decided that if nat was going to replace her then she would do the same.

The next day was one of Tony Stark's weekly parties, celebrating the fact that he can afford to throw weekly parties. Wanda decided that she would dress up nice and go to attract attention from someone else who could fuck her.

She put on the most revealing body con dress she owned, which happened to be purchased by Natasha, that was tight in all the right places. She curled her hair just the way Nat liked it and made sure her boobs looked plump and noticeable. Her goal was to make Nat jealous even though she doubted that she would even be there, considering Wanda had asked Nat to accompany her to one of these parties many times but to no avail.

Wanda walked into the party, scanning the room. She was shocked when she saw in the center of the dance floor, Natasha dancing behind a seductive Darcy who was grinding her ass on Natasha’s front. Natasha was running her hands all over Darcy's front and sides.

Wanda was hurt when she saw Natasha sexy dancing with Darcy. She was told by her over and over again that “ Stark’s parties just weren’t her scene” when Wanda pleaded with her to be her date.

Wanda looked to her left and saw a lonely Carol sitting at the bar. She decided that she would go over and try to get her mind off of Natasha.

“Hello there Carol, why are you sitting alone?”, Wanda asked as she sat down next to her at the bar.

Carol smirked at her, “I figured looking lonely would attract pretty girls, and it’s obviously working. Let me buy you a drink?” Carol responded slyly.

“Oh yes please.”, Wanda said as she reached over to softly caress Carol’s juicy biceps.

Carol smirked and put her hand on Wanda's barely covered thigh, inches away from her naked core, opting out on wearing underwear with tonight’s dress, as she beckoned the bartender over.

Natasha watched from afar as she saw Wanda flirting with Carol, her blood starting to boil. She was incredibly upset that Wanda dressed herself up like a slut to go and flirt with their teammates.

She decided to leave her be. That was until she saw Carol stand up and grab her hand, aiming to lead her out of the room. She moved away from Darcy and furiously stomped across the room to stop Wanda from leaving with her.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” She said, grabbing Wanda’s wrist.

“Why do you care Nat, I think Darcy is waiting for you to go back and dry hump her ass some more.” Wanda spat back.

Carol let go of Wanda’s hand walking away, not wanting to be involved with whatever lover’s quarrel they had going on.

“I can’t believe you are such a slut showing your body off to whoever will fuck you. Such a dirty whore!” Natasha growled out, picking Wanda up and throwing her over her shoulder, taking her to her room.

Wanda felt herself becoming humiliated and ashamed, but mostly horny. Her thighs collecting the wetness secreting from her pussy.

“I thought you were a good girl Wanda, but since you want to act like a bad girl i’m going to treat you like one.” Natasha said as she opened the door to her room and threw Wanda face first on the bed.

“Nat- please i’m sorry I just wanted your attention.” Wanda pleaded, as she knew what was coming next.

“Well you got all my attention now, slut.” Natasha said as she sat down on the bed, lifting Wanda’s ass over her lap and pulling up her dress, scoffing at the lack of panties.

“You know what to do.” She said as she reigned down a harsh swat to her ass, feeling her cock harden as she watched the recoil of her ass jiggle in her face.

“ Uggh-  one ah!” Wanda moaned out as the sickly sweet feeling littered her ass cheeks.

The pattern continued until they got to 25, Wanda’s ass sore and throbbing from the spanking. Natasha’s hand groped her ass trailing down to her pussy, being met with her soaking wet heat.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe your fucking pussy is wet from me spanking you. Such a whore even when I am punishing you.” She spat out before sticking a singular finger into her cunt.

Natasha pulled the dress off all the way, before unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her shirt. After they were both completely nude, Natasha stood in front of Wanda with her 8 inches standing proud in front of her face.

“Go on and fix the problem you caused.” Natasha said, slapping Wanda’s face with her length.  

“yes natty,” Wanda replied as she reached out and gripped her length with her hand, rubbing the pre cum from the tip up and down with her thumb, before taking it into her mouth. She licked the veins, before sucking it in deeply.

Natasha gripped her hair, holding her steady while she discovered a rhythm, thrusting harshly into her mouth. Wanda was gagging as Natasha hit the back of her throat repeatedly.

She felt her cock twitch and her balls swell, knowing she was close. After a few more reckless thrusts Natasha released into her mouth, gushes of hot sperm coating the back of the younger girl’s throat.

“Ahh, look at you such a cock slut, practically begging for me to fuck your mouth.” She said as she pulled out, admiring the trail of cum and spit connecting her dick to the girl’s mouth.

She pushed her down onto the bed face first once again, before following suit behind her. She put her hands around her waist and lifted her up so she was on her hands and knees.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you slut, hopefully it will help put you back in your place.” Natasha said as she rubbed her tip through the girl’s dripping folds.

“Yes please natty, I need you so bad.” Wanda pleaded while pushing back onto Natasha’s cock. Natasha gripped the girl roughly and penetrated her from behind.

She snapped her hips quickly, while she established a rhythm. Her cock felt suffocated by the tight, wet, heat that was Wanda’s pussy. Wanda matched her thrusts while she pushed back and clenched Nat’s dick.

“Oh god detka, I have never had a pussy that was better than yours, you suck me in and i never want to leave. I don’t know how I am able to last this long inside you.” Natasha praised the girl in front of her.

“Natasha, I heard what you said when you were fucking Maria, I know what you are saying to me isn’t true.” Wanda panted out with a whine while Natasha kept up her movements.

Natasha hadn’t known that Wanda knew about her sexual endeavor with Maria, confused as to why she was upset considering her “many sexual escapades with the Avengers crew.”

“Oh malysh, is that why you were acting out? You were jealous of me fucking Maria. Don’t worry about her, she was good, but nobody can get me as hard as you do. Why do you even care when you’re obviously having sex with multiple members of our crew.” She said, still thrusting into her perfectly.

Wanda was confused. Why did she think that the girl was having sex with the other Avengers?

“What do you- ahh mean uhh- Nat.” Wanda asked mid moan. “ You are the only person I have had sex with since I left Sokovia and even then I only did it to get money for my family. This means something to me, you mean something to me. I was upset, because I didn’t like that you were fucking other women. I want us to be exclusive and I thought you did too.”

Wanda poured out her heart to the other women while she was trying to soothe her still raging erection.

“I want us to be exclusive too, Wans. I was jealous because the other day you talked about sex with the other Avengers, so i thought you did it with all of them and I wanted to get back at you by fucking Maria, and grinding with Darcy.” Natasha said while calming her thrusts turning more gentle.

“Ohh” Wanda said thinking back to her comment about how Nat had the best dick, “I only said that, because I was trying to be sexy, I'm still new to all this dirty talk so I thought it was a compliment. I’m sorry I never meant to hurt your feelings.” the brunette said as she turned her head to look at Natasha.

“Oh, well in that case, your mine.” Natasha growled with gritted teeth, increasing her pace to what only could be described as animalistic.

“Oh wow Natty, yes please you take me so fucking well.” Wanda moaned out.

“I better be the only person on the team, better yet the whole country that gets to fuck your perfect little pussy, because I own you now.” Natasha said, leaning to whisper in her ear and kiss her cheek.

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[chosokamolvr]

pretty lips...

joshua rosfield x male reader

- nsfw under the cut

"has anyone ever told you that you've got really pretty lips?" [name] asked, running a finger over joshua's lips. they were so pretty, a nice shade of pink, glossy, and so plump looking.

joshua shook his head, chuckling slightly before moving [name]'s hand away. "no, nobody's ever told me that. you are the first person to do so i suppose." he hums, tracing over the spot [name] touched with his own finger.

[name] smiled at joshua's reaction. "well, i am glad that i am the first. can i kiss those lips of yours?" [name] speaks softly and gently, which caused joshua to swoon and nod his head frantically.

the two men then kissed. it was sweet, but it seemed like there was an underlying tone of passion as their tongues clashed against eachother. joshua let out a small yelp as he felt [name]'s tongue enter his mouth, but he didn't pull away.

and then that's what lead the two men to this moment..

[name] had a hand in joshua's hair, gripping it tightly as he was backed into a corner. joshua was on his knees, his tongue lapping at [name]'s dick.

"shit-" [name] grunted, tugging onto joshua's hair tightly. "just put it in already.. stop teasing.." [name] groaned, clearly dissatisfied by joshua's actions.

joshua then did as he was told and put the whole length of [name]'s dick into his mouth, head bobbing up and down his throat. all [name] could do was watch as his whole dick disappeared down joshua's throat, and it was honestly such a sight. who would've known the dominant of the phoenix would be doing something like this?

[name] kept staring at joshua's lips that were wrapped around his dick. it made him more turned on than he was before. he kept gripping onto joshua's hair, slowly thrusting his hips forward to get a pace on. joshua's eyes widened and he gagged a little before adjusting to this new pace.

"fuck.. joshua.." [name] groaned again, picking up the pace of his thrusts. joshua just kept moving his head up and down to the pace of [name]'s thrusts, looking him in the eyes as he did so. "you look so pretty.. slobbering all over my cock." [name] chuckled, ruffling joshua's hair before gripping onto a handful of it.

joshua started to tear up. the pace [name] was going at was fast - but it wasn't painful. yet, it still made joshua tear up because it just felt so good. he felt like the luckiest man ever right now..

[name] then suddenly tensed up, his grip on joshua's hair getting tighter. "fuck- fuck.. i'm about to cum" and before the man could pull out, his finished inside of joshua's mouth. [name] then pulled his dick out of joshua's mouth, some of joshua's saliva and his own cum coating it.

joshua swallowed [name]'s cum, opening his mouth to show [name] it was all gone. at the sight, [name] got another boner. it was going to be a long day for joshua...

the next day, [name] and joshua are in the ale hall at the hideaway, waiting for clive to show up. when he shows up, he greets the two men, confused why joshua isn't speaking.

"ah... i think he got sick, a sore throat i presume, when we were out on a comission yesterday. poor boy." [name] chuckled, but in reality, it was a whole different story he would rather not tell clive.

[hotcocoabombb]

So, I just finished Astro Bot.

I'm gonna get this out of the way immediately: this game is a fucking masterpiece in my eyes. A genuinely flawless game. If you don't wanna read this whole long ass yapfest I wanna just say this upfront. If you own a PS5 and don't own this game, you are doing yourself a disservice. With that out of the way, allow me to glaze the fuck out of this game.

Before I start with the game itself I wanna talk about Production Value because holy shit it is off the fucking charts here. Every inch of this game is fucking gorgeous. Water is so good Mario WiiU would be brought to tears. Particles and physics objects are everywhere, to the point where it feels like Team Asobi was just showing off with what the PS5 was capable of. I have no issues calling it the best looking PS5 game. Sure, God of War or The Last of Us Part 1 may look better technically but Astro Bot's artstyle combined with a locked 60fps that I didn't notice dip once despite the amount of stuff on screen at once pushes it over the edge for me. On top of that, the music is incredible. Every level has a new tune that you'll sometimes just sit down and listen to for a moment before starting a level. Slo-Mo Casino, Crash Site, and Sky Garden are highlights for me but the whole soundtrack is incredibly good.

But that doesn't really mean much if the game kinda sucks, so I am glad to report that Astro Bot might be the best controlling 3D platformer I have ever played. Everything just feels like it has the just right amount of fine tuning. Astro's jump is just right between floaty and weighty, and his hover helps mitigate platforming mistakes without being essentially a get out of jail free card. His attack is basic but you can also damage enemies by hovering, and the game switches it up often enough for it to not feel repetitive. The levels compliment the control perfectly. While Astro Bot is generally a pretty easy game, I don't think that's a bad thing because of how comfortable it feels to play. Everything just feels good. Every time you mess up a jump, it feels like your fault instead of the game's. This rings true even in the face button challenges (which is what im calling them for lack of a better term lol). These little challenges, themed around the Sony face buttons, can be a lot more challenging than the regular game, but they remain fair. Even the final challenge of the game to get the last bot is a fair challenge. The game never resorts to cheap deaths which makes it way more fun than some other "difficult" games. The boss fights are also really good. The wait times between attacks always remained interesting to me because the pace of everything just felt snappy. They never last more than a few minutes and by the time you're done with them they don't overstay their welcome. They're always a nice change of pace from the main game. Also, going for completion never felt like a slog. I got all 301 bots (missing 4 because my playroom file got deleted on accident :/), all puzzle pieces, and all achievements and I was never bored. Just goes to show how incredible the gameplay is.

The story is nothing super complex but I like it for what it is. Basically an Alien just decided to be a jerk and stole the pieces from the PS5 and scattered all the bots and it's up to Astro to fix everything up. Not the most inspired story ever but that's not really an issue imo. The main alien is constantly bullying the CPU of the PS5 and it's honestly really funny to watch the scenes. For a game without any dialogue they really put their all into the story and I personally think they did an amazing job with the story.

Overall, like I said at the beginning of this, Astro Bot is a masterpiece. Everything this game sets out to do, it not only succeeds, but excel's at. This game doesn't have a single bad level or dull moment. I am not kidding when I say I don't even have any dumb nitpicks to muster up. Astro Bot is a perfect game in my eyes and Team Asobi should be goddamn proud of themselves for releasing a game this fucking good.

Astro Bot gets a 10/10 from me. Please go buy and play this game. It's wonderful.

[vole-mon-amour]

3x11, part 1.

i was determined to wake up at my own pace but then I saw the pic that Phil posted and it woke me right up. good thing i didn't look at it at 6 am, lol. it's 9:22 am, here we go. (upd: and when i finished with this post, it was 10:23. this is a three hour watch at the very least.)

Colin really is reborn, huh? I'd expect this from Isaac, but I'm glad it's Colin who stops them.

What he should have said: "Well guys, you ask Ted first and if he's up to it, we're talking/I'm in."

Husbands. IDC anymore. They're besties either way.

"Letting my mom stay with me is the right thing to do, but damn it, it's a pain in the ass."

Sooo... Jamie really is a nail chewer, huh? Baby boy, that's such a bad habit. Works as a coping mechanism though (probably).

Jamie is THRILLED to be there.

The scar. He's such a pretty boy, for real. Leaving Brendan and Jason's name in on purpose bc yeah.

Might start wailing right here bc Jamie's constant feeling of self-worth aka not being enough in everything aka not deserving other's people love and admiration aka Roy and Keeley can get back together, I don't deserve to be happy with them/one of them. Yeah, this hurts.

I wonder what triggered (dad? :)))) bc Jamie is usually a sunshine, but to see a glimpse of what's actually going on inside Jamie's head is... yeah. Gosh, I love this kid so much.

What a woman, my goodness. A goddess for real.

And his hair? :D

this is a renaissance painting. Bumbercatch is on full adoration mode. Dottie wanting to meet Dani and immediately befriending him. Trent <3333

The fact that she keep using Oklahoma (and Ted is responding to it like a Pavlov's dog, heh) but that they're CLEARLY best PLATONIC friends. There's no romantic chemistry but a lot of trust and I LOVE seeing it. It would make all the sense in the world if they stay platonic till the end and eventually have their own partners and have double dates and all. Ted with Trent when? Rebecca maybe with her Dutch guy? Someone that would feel her striked by a fucking lightning.

Now tell me Ted is staying in England.

A throwback to the first season? Where Rebecca wanted to destroy Ted and knew the owner of the Sun?

I'm sorry, Rebecca is buying A HORSE?? While living in a house in London? It would make way more sense to me if she had a huge territory where she can keep the horse and take care of it and ride it when/if she wants to and spend time with it in general.

"I'm your future husband-in-law." HE'S SO POLITE. SO GENTLE. IDK about Rebecca's partner, but I know who I want Ted with.

Baby boy. Baby. Jamie, tell me who hurt you, I'll kill them.

Are you going to finally kiss Jamie?

IS HE GOING TO FINALLY KISS JAMIE? I know he won't but omg, everyone else in the room can see it. Everyone else but the main fucking audience.

"I love your son & I like you very much." HE. HIM. That soft expression, that smile.

[mo-ok]

Top 5 WORST sentais you’ve watched. or simply least favorite bc I know you’re more of a lover than a hater

OK SO these are simply the ones i think about the least since finishing them (i've enjoyed every season i've seen so far, but some just have less staying power in my brain than others)

OR the ones with the most "little annoyances"/characters i cared the least about/etc etc

So this is less of a "worst" list and simply more of a "i liked other things more" list 😂😂😭

5. Liveman - worst ending in the whole franchise. Absolute downer of a show. Two completely wasted rangers who really didnt need to be there/could have easily been made so much better. I would not recommend this show to someone unless i knew them very well and knew they'd get it. 10/10 i fucking love liveman but oh my god OH MY GOD.

4. Dairanger - very enjoyable episode to episode but really fumbled the bag in the second half imo. I love lots of aspects of this season, i love the characters (probably one of the only people in the whole world who doesnt hate Koh lmao), the suits and intro theme are some of my favourites in the whole franchise. But like... what actually happened in dairanger??? Daigo got a bird gf for a minute? Kemp hurt comfort episode???? We played baseball??????

3. King Ohger - i think i would have enjoyed kingoh a whole lot more if i was able to watch it at a faster pace. The general lack of longer fight scenes and robot fights started to weigh on me lmao, i didnt quite realise how important the robots were to me until kingoh took them away 😂😂 again, i enjoyed the show, but i havent thought about it much since it ended

2. Gaoranger - it was great fun and full on and i enjoyed it a lot, but boy howdy did it make me feel TIRED lmao. I watched this directly after watching Gingaman and was still very much in the Hyuuga trenches, which i dont think helped with Gao not sticking around in my mind. Also, didnt like the ending song (the theme song goes hard though, and Gaku remains a special boy in my special boy jar)

1. Kyoryuger - I remember really enjoying it and its characters, the bad guys were fun and the music goes hard. But there are a few factors that work together to sadly have it end up at the bottom of my sentai pile

- i find myself not really thinking about it AT ALL unless its right in front of me lmao.

- I have a lot of love and nostalgia tied to PR Dino Charge which kinda clouds most of my kyoryu memories

- tyler/shelby >>>>>> king/amy

- fav thing about kyoryu is Utchy and he wasnt even in the kingoh crossover eps wtf

- i think i have simply watched too much since watching Kyoryuger. I definitly am glad i watched it early on, cause i genuinly feel like i'd probably enjoy it less if i watched it now (i did however recently rewatch the Souji parents episode for the dynaman brain rot 10/10 junichi haruta my beloved)

[muffin-ofdoomsday]

Newbies' Trigun Stampede/98/Maximum Analysis

To start off I was introduced to Trigun by fanart on Pinterest while looking for art inspiration. So thank you to all the fandom artists!! I'm not really into anime too much, so this has been the first anime thats had my attention in a long while.

I began this series by watching up to episode 3 of Stampede and then decided "I can't wait, I must consume".

Immediately watched the high trip that is Tri98 and then came the heart crushing Maximum. Also have to thank @genkooii for the link to the proper translation to Maximum. Here is the link to that post if anyone wants to read as well.

I'm really happy with the way I followed the series and love it so much. Each version having its own charm and still keeping Vash's core at heart. But there are differences and somethings i find that were done better than others. I'll give my feelings for each first and then compare them.

Begining with the first 3 episodes of Stampede The animation was new and interesting. I didn't know about the hate for CGI until later on. I agree that it does look different, but I quite like the potential it has. Its beautiful in its own right. For story, I have to admit even as a newbie, the pacing was rough for me. I realized this after Vash saved Jenora (again) barely had time to breathe and then EG Mine shows up. (I learned later that I stopped just before things ramped up even more) I like tragedy, but subtlety goes a long way. Will come back to Stampede again further down.

Next is the OG Trigun 98 anime. I didn't realize how much I missed the 90s anime aesthetic?? There's just something about it. Even though it is dated in appearance, there are some great frames and angles this anime had that just makes it so intense!! This version did have fillers, but I felt like they weren't out of place. I have to admit here that I have a bias for this version. I grew up as a Fallout New Vegas fan, and this just gives me the same vibes. The questioning of morality with no real defined answer? How people struggled to survive and how fucking wacky they were!??? All while the protag is basically a wandering gunslinger/cowboy. Loved it. Gotta have those spurs that jingle jangle jingle, while having an existential crisis.

And here we are at Maximum.. man, words can't even describe how Stamp and Tri98 didn't prepare me for this at all. It's like that hair-clutching-hysterical-crying that settles into soft calm laugher and happy tears. It was really painful, those tough and tender pages i read... I loved it. This version does have a combination of both the above. And Stamp is more based on this version. But the pacing, while quick, had the subtlety I craved. The action was cool and interesting, but i now understand why it was said as "hard to follow". It can get a bit confusing. Overall, I ate this manga up when I definitely should have been studying, haha!

I actually went back to Tri98 after Max and definitely felt the differences between them. It was a bit surreal. Had to separate the two in my mind, but I still love them both.

Return of the Stamp! Now having finished all prior media, I looked at Stampede with new eyes. I'm glad I waited because I binge watched the episodes. I definitely understand why older fans were concerned, but this was my original, and I am going to stick by Stamp's side for as long as I can. Hmm how to describe how I feel now that season 1 has ended... this Trigun is in neutral for me right now. Though the animation is enough to make me go bonkers over the expressions and lighting, it's not enough for me to say it's outrageously good storytelling wise. But it does convey emotions well when it wants too. And they are definitely setting the stage up for Vash and more trimax story. I'm eager to see the results. I enjoy it overall. Season 2 will truly decide for me.

Okay here is the comparison part and will likely contain SPOILERS

Pacing

Stamp- as I mentioned much too quick but hopefully since this prequel season is over they will have more time to space out the story a bit

98- quite like this pacing. Has world building and mystery towards Vash for the first half. Makes it intriguing. The later half does go by quicker. Plants are hardly mentioned or explained.

Max- always in motion. Only in the first OG(prequel?) Trigun manga is there filler, which is what Tri98 is based more off of. But also this filler still had meaning and made you think.

Character relastionships/Interactions

Stamp- very little, Meryl is basically the only one who develops with Roberto and a tiny bit with Vash at the very end of the season.

I feel like something was lost between Wolfwood and Vash in this version. Woodwold being cold and Vash saying he looks kind, if you haven't seen the other media it's nice. Technically, there's nothing wrong with it. But i now see this is one of the tropes older fans complain about. It lacks the depth the 98 anime, and Trimax WW and Vash had. It gets straight to the point but loses a sort of dynamic. This anime didn't have the luxury of time I suppose. I don't hate wolfwood here. How could I? When he made such a soft expression at Livio. He still has that need to protect and thats what really matters.

98- another reason I like Tri98 is because they actually had the characters interact more. Meryl and Milly came to see Vash more and more and understand, he isn't at all what they or others thought he was. They had more time to be inspired by him. Meryl is definitely more aggressive and very direct. I don't hate this version. It's a straight man to Vashes over exaggerated goofiness. For the anime it works but I hate that for how abservent she is, that she really couldn't see Vash as the stampede?? Kind dumb but it's a wacky show, had to have a sillier vibe.

WW I like how they are actually friendly to each other at first. When the person who made you smile/soften up, has a harshly contrasting moral view to your own, it creates a certain sort of tension. Loved Vashs and WW friendship here. His death was kinda sadder since he died feeling like he didnt acomplish much. Vash's moment of breaking down while eating donuts was heart-wrenching . Also Vash using the Punisher vs Knives, such a good scene!!!

I actually really like Milly and Wolfwood together. It's cute. Millys more capable then I thought. Love her.

Max- Meryl and Milly have much less time with Vash. I do like how they are inspired by him still, but they only come around every so often to say a baller couple of lines than they dip. Don't get me wrong, I understand why, and I love how they are the representation of the good in humans, but they no longer feel as close. Which is saying something because 98 Vash was still a really distant dude. It just feels like the gap between them and Vash is more apparent. But they also had a really big issue at hand, so understandable. When Vash is called out for not letting them help more, he acknowledges that he can't afford to think about it at the moment. These characters were still great on their own.

WW- by far the only real human relationship Vash has ever had. And I don't mean in the romantic sense, but a sense of actually getting to know someone on a personal level despite their tense differences. Learning, inspiring each other while opposing each other. To have faith in someone. Vash is either on a pedestal or on trial when around most humans and I like that WW brings him down to his level. In the worst and best ways, he makes Vash truly human. I thought his death in the anime was painful but this was so much worse.

Livio and Vash bounding over their lost of WW will always get to me. The spaghetti scene. T_T Glad that Vash has another companion that could help in the physical fighting to come. Livio vs Elendria was a great!!. Liked how Livio was a combination of WW and Vash. A surprise break out character for me.

Does it make you think?

Stamp- Kinda spoon feed the tropes to you. I don't expect this to happen in the 2nd season. You could feel the subtle messages in the last few episodes of the season. I feel like they are done being overly flashy, time for the thick sauce of you-gotta-think-about-this-now.

98- despite it being so much like an abridge series, the episodes do make you think. Thats whats so good about it. The unsuspecting "here is haha funny man, now think about the uselessness of being good in this world". Love the episode with the rich girl and her criminal dad. Shows her position like most humas on Gunsmoke/no man's land. Moral grey kinda thing? That the world they live in isn't simply black and white.

Max- better dust off the old noggin and soak it in your tears.

Sadness

Maximum wins. IWANTHIMTOGETAHUGANDATHANKYOUANDAND---'

Stamp close second might surpass Maxs trauma in time. Who knows.

98- Someone mentioned that this Vash isn't suicidal. That is how low the bar is to make him the happiest of all the Vashes. Technically, he also got the best ending, for now, at least.

Knives

Stamp- oh no.. hes hot...and they definitely made him more intimidating than 98. Coming back to episode 4 was a thrill ride, but this version of Knives is very yandere. He does care for Vash but very manipulative and narcissistic. Gaslighting galore. I kinda understand it because of the manga now, but the whole pregnant plants and all that really puts this Knives on the less redeemable scale. His piano theme is amazing tho!!

98- barely there, the ending fight was cool, and I enjoyed it a lot. I did still like him in this version, but it had a lukewarm water kinda feel. The lesser of all the knives.

Max- the great thing about Maximum is that it shows so much depth to the story that i knew before, and to Knives. How sad and alone he really his. How his intentions are really just to save his kind from a threat that broke his mind with their cruelty. I don't disagree with him, actually. What he saw l, what humans do, does go toe to toe with Vash's optimistic. Knives is so human compared to Vash in my opinion. It's kinda odd and so poetic. Also when the plant hivemind was ripped away from him, I felt sad. He was alone again. Still wrong for him to obsorb his siblings tho...

VASH the man the myth the lengend

Stamp - Hmm, this has Trimax Vash attitude, but more on the meek side. My first impression was that he was a cute and kinda like a kicked puppy. I want to pat his head. In this version I wasn't thrown off by him being an all loving protagonist he just had the vibe off the start. Watching him in the later episodes did make me tear up. He's so soft and does have that tenderness that all Vashs' have. A cinnamon roll, too pure to good for this world.

98- he uses his smile as a sheild and plays it off better than the other Vashes, but his pain is still there. He is also pathetic, in a loving way lol. Before getting to know his story, i thought he was crazy. I was like every other character that he met. I didn't understand his struggle. I just saw the crazy man who made things difficult by choosing to avoid killing. Him getting serious and holding fast to his beliefs amazed and stunned me. Had me step back and see his point of view. Highly respect his willpower. However I don't entirely agree with him. Which many have pointed out thats the point of Vash. He is also much more confident and sly than Stamp Vash. Which is weird because it makes him seem more experienced and I think Stamp is older? He manages to use his pervy and over the top silliness to disarm people and get the advantage in most situations. He's smarter than he looks. I enjoyed the ending for this Vash, because it touches on his moral code after having to kill Legato. Him finally looking forward to the future without Rem being the main focus to his life and decisions. There wasn't enough time in Trimax and I would have liked some pages on it. But he was a bit busy saving the planet... He may be louder than the other Vash's but he still strives for a world that is made of ----- LOVE AND PEACE!!

Maximum- this Vash is like an older dad of the other two. He is worn down and you can feel it but he will NOT stop fighting. He is a tad more direct than the other Vashes and I was surprised that he has a tiny mean streak when he's irritated. I like this. He isn't always hiding behind that painted smile. He definitely gives off more of that Angel theme the manga has. An older creature that is indeed different from humans but wants to care and look out for them, but people are so scared of him. Poor dude. Every Vash holds the same core elements, the tenderness, the wit, and the determination. But this Vash really nails it down that he is the OG. And man, some of the lines for Maximum were just chefs' kiss. Had me just staring at the pages pondering. But he is so broken and mostly picks up the pieces alone. I am bitter that he never got any comfort or closure at the end. I am grateful it was a hopeful ending but HE LOST SO MUCH!!

All of them need a hug and therapy

Personal Ranking

I can't choose between Trimax and Tri 98...................................... Fine. Okay, it's Max for the plot, but you'll have to pry 98 Vash from my cold death hands!!!

3rd -Stampede - I really love the look, music, and some of the emotional points, just not enough storytelling for me to appreciate it more. I also feel like it's a bit too early to judge. So much can happen in the 2nd season.

[katzirra]

Went back in the book a bit, I had a weird day so I'm just now back to right before Thomas dies lmao but like man. The pacing seems better than I was feeling but it's still very rushed.

I gET that for the DRAMA, BUT IDK... Also I forgot how annoyed I felt at Alan comparing himself to Galahad like this author got me ROLLING MY EYES AND SIDE EYEING THIS BOY THE WHOLE WAY LMAO...

I'm still not over his ass being like, ya'know... if I could watch over her and her kids after death..... that's fine. Like I getchu, but also...whack??

I really like the detail of Lucille burning the manuscript, and detailing her room as filled with all these moth and butterfly specimens. I really like the notes of her being into entomology?? I like characters having hobbies and passions. But man. Man.

I think from here out is where the book started to lose me a bit because the frenzy to get out of the house and away from Lucille?? Also like Man she makes sure Thomas is DEAD.... LIKE...

My friends and I joke about I MEAN HE COULD HAVE LIVED... the book is very HE'S FUCKING DEAD, DOG. Like oh, fuck okay. SHIT.

But yeah, I gotta track the like fight and the injury shit when I finish tomorrow hopefully??

But the pacing is better than I recalled - might have just had some fatigue setting in on my attention. But I'm still kinda wishing I heard more during the whole Alan showing up scene?? it was very build up and wash over in a way??

But I am glad the book gives more time passing. Makes me think a lot!!