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[ohimsummer]

✎ . . .❝ DO YOU MIND? ❞

— minors dni, suguru x gn! reader (established rs), ft. satoru, voyeurism, oral [ m. receiving ], pining?, some stsg if you squint at the end :3, barely proofread 🫣

gojo tends to show up at the most inopportune moments.

…like now, when suguru is balls-deep in your mouth.

your boyfriend watches, utterly flabbergasted, as gojo settles into the other patio chair and then blinks at him with a casual, blue-eyed stare. it’s nonchalant, careless…as if this is all normal.

you begin to pull off of suguru’s length before he stops you with a steady hand on the crown of your head. your eyes widen, lashes fluttering for a quick second before a strange sense of normality washes over you, and your body relaxes. whatever gojo is up to, you’re confident suguru will handle him with ease, as per usual. after all, this wouldn’t be the first time his best friend has walked in on you two during activities like this, though he usually doesn’t take a seat with the apparent intent on staying throughout.

suguru takes a long, thoughtful drag of his cigarette, eyes narrowing. “…do you mind?”, he asks and quirks a brow.

gojo just smiles at him. “huh? oh, no, i don’t mind.”

a couple seconds pass and suguru has to wonder if he’s actually having this conversation. “are you actually insane—“

“god, what’s the big deal?” gojo groans, interrupting the once-hushed, midnight serenity in his typical, obtrusive fashion. shifts in his seat and suguru finally notices the bulge between his spread legs. his jaw just goes slack in utter disbelief.

suguru is not distracted for long. with a flick of your tongue, you bring forth a grunt from your boyfriend’s lips, back to bobbing along his length in a craving for his creamy release down your throat. suguru can’t and wouldn’t bring himself to stop you. the situation is far past strange but, if you’re determined to continue, and gojo being a fucking weirdo doesn’t bother you, then that’s fine by him.

he sighs. “whatever.”

not even a second passes before there’s a clink of metal, and suguru watches as gojo begins pulling his own cock from his pants.

“satoru, what in the f—“

“shhh.”, gojo hisses at him, and suguru raises two astonished brows. “i’m trying to enjoy the show.“

the dark-haired man is genuinely stunned into silence. it takes a moment before he catches his bearings, tossing gojo an unamused look and leaning back to rest in his own chair. “fine, whatever, just shut up while you do it.”

suguru rolls his eyes at gojo’s victorious grin, before pulling his dying cigarette back up to his lips and billowing out another cloud of smoke. whatever. with everything going on, it’s easy for him to block out any trace of gojo, anyway, and just focus on you.

a bold smell of tobacco wafts through the air, filling suguru’s nostrils as the nicotine finishes off any remnants of stress in his body. the sloppy, wet noises of spit and pre, of you eagerly sucking him down your throat. the curious feel of your hand massaging his balls while the other twists and jerks off whatever can’t fit in your mouth. yeah, it doesn’t take a single drop of effort for suguru to forget that his best friend is jerking off to the sight of you.

someone else is properly taking the time to admire every detail of the view before him. the moonlight rays gleaming off of you and his best friend, casting a gentle glow on the lewd scene. suguru’s head tossed back with locks of black framing his face, a red blush visible across his handsome features even with the limited lighting. and you, god, you. gojo eyes the hand on the back of your head, threading through your hair. suguru has a gentle grasp for the most part, sometimes shoving you down to his base, and gojo’s cock throbs longingly at the gags you let out before being released again. so cute, so pretty, doing your best to take his friend’s fat cock all the way in, only to come up a few inches short every time. it’s obviously a struggle, and yet you still try your best, so keen to swallow every inch. so eager to please.

globs of clear precum dribble out and over gojo’s tip, making for slippery strokes as he gives his bobbing cock a squeeze. though it’s hard, difficult, excruciating—especially with suguru’s own grunts and moans calling out into the night—gojo doesn’t want to risk interrupting this moment. it feels improper and rude, akin to shouting during a performance.

as he admires you both, gojo begins to feel this abrupt sense of jealousy. whether it comes from wanting to be in your place or suguru’s, he cannot decide.

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[captainmaxatx]

Late Mermay idea!

Orca mer Ghost in an aquarium but he is almost always hiding and quite depressed so the aquarium decide to give him a little more enrichment.

With humans lack of mer knowledge they come to the conclusion that because orcas eat seals then surely an orca mer would eat a seal mer. They decide that during closing hours (to avoid guests seeing the blood bath that will surely follow) they will drop a live seal mer into ghosts tank so he has the natural experience of hunting instead of just being fed slabs of meet.

But mer’s don’t eat other mers, regardless of secondary species.

So when seal mer soap is dropped into his tank, ghost just thinks he’s being given a very energetic handsome roommate.

And the humans are confused as to why ghost hasn’t eaten the seal mer yet

[bigkickguy]

xzero doodle for a redraw meme on twitter ~

[mars-wuz-herez]

The way everyone looked at Sonic when he introduced Shadow to everyone

Edit: Found a photo

[suuho]

BATTLE BORN (for the first time in 11 years) Dublin, Ireland @ Rebel Diamonds Tour, Night 3

[antigonenikk]

Feyd Rautha & Baron Harkonnen- ME AND THE DEVIL

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 3)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.5k words, angst, hurt/comfort) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I was worried I wouldn't have motivation to write this but i got it done in one sitting LMAO}

last part - masterlist - next part

Thankfully Mark listened and stayed far away from him while the drivers were getting interviewed, leaving the rookie to just have to answer a few questions from smaller journalists.

It was nice to not be swarmed and just asked questions about his dad but he did wish he could've spoken to Fernando again before quali, seeing how much fun he seemed to be having with Mark.

Quali was decent, he got 7th so it wasn't anything spectacular but it was in the points. All he had to do was keep his spot or better and he'd count it as a good race

Before he could even reach Nico's side of the garage he heard a voice call him, though it wasn't the one he expected

"Alright, Stroll, you're the only one left" Mark announced, earning a groan fron the younger

"Mark please" He begged, not entirely serious but also not wanting to get interviewed anymore

"Fernando will but you dinner if you let me interview you" Lance wasn't one to turn down free dinner.

"What am I doing?" Fernando asked, finally reaching the garage

"Sure" Lance laughed, neither him nor Mark answering Fernandos question as the three of them left the paddock

By the time they reached a restaraunt Fernando had pieced together what exactly he was doing but he didn't really mind, the three of them had paid about the same amount while going around Australia together so it wouldn't kill him to treat the two to a little dinner.

They got seated not long after entering, Fernando and Mark in chairs while Lance sat across from them in the booth

"So, Lance. You ready for your interview?" Mark asked, having no plans on really interviewing him

"Shh," He said, bringing his finger to his lips "After Nando pays" Lance laughed, hoping Mark wasn't serious because the last thing he wanted to do after his second favourite part of the day, eating dinner (talking to Nando is first), is be interviewed.

Last nights dinner went well, Lance liked having friends, Karting had kept him from having too many growing up so having friends in F1 was a nice feeling, it gave him something to look forward to outside of the car.

Today was race day and all Lance wanted was to keep himself in the points.

He walked out of his drivers room, race suit tied around his waist (he couldn't be bothered to keep pulling it up), as usual Fernando somehow managed to completely ditch his garage and get away with it just to wish him good luck.

"Lancito, good luck today, let's see if we can get you on that podium, eh?" He smiled at him, elbowing him slightly

Lance loved seeing Fernando away from Media, he was completely different when the cameras were off, by this time in the season Lance had read the articles, seen the blogs, watched the interviews, people were convinced Fernando was some mean winning machine, he was a winning machine, yes, but the last thing he was was mean (at least to Lance.)

"Thank you, Nando, but don't be too hurt when I beat you" He flashed Fernando a cheeky grin, he wanted to beat him of course, all racers want to win, but a part of him knew that wouldn't happen

The cars all lined up and then started the formation lap, as it ended someone had already spun. Lance knew this was gonna be a hectic Grand Prix and it hadn't even started yet.

Lance stared anxiously at the lights ahead of him then everyone took off, the Australian Grand Prix had begun.

Nico was involved in a minor collision on the first lap with two other drivers, causing him to lose his rear wing, Lance was told over the radio that he was fine so he wasn't too worried, the two had gotten used to not finishing by now.

The safety car was deployed then recalled in two laps but then a driver crashed and it was deployed again. Lance was annoyed, why even bother to take it out if it was just gonna be out not even ten laps later.

They got about 20 laps in when cars started to pit and to Lance's surprise he took the lead, he was leading a Grand Prix, he heard instructions over his radio to take care of his tyres, with better cars coming back out with fresh ones he had to defend like his life depended on it.

He wasn't surprised when Fernando took back the lead, he wasnt sure why but he wasn't exactly mad about it either. He managed to build up a decent gap ahead of the driver behind him and asked if he should pit, he was advised not to so he stayed out.

On lap 32 there was another safety car, he took the chance to finally pit, getting into the pit lane first, the race starting behind the safety car again with him just behind Fernando, for the first time he had a chance to be on the podium with him, he was overjoyed at the idea, if his first podium was with Fernando he was sure it would he a memorable one.

On lap 35 the safety car was recalled but literally one lap later it was out again, they might as well have a safety car out all race at this point.

Two more cars retired after the last safety car was recalled and Lance made it to the final lap, he had managed to stay in 2nd for the past 34 laps, it was insane to him, his engineer tried not to say too much but it was obvious how excited he was for him, and now all he had to do was finish.

He had four corners left, then three, then two... then his engine blew. The car right behind him had been covered in oil and the safest thing to do was pull off the track, ten meters away from his first podium.

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, I was almost there, I'm so sorry, I'll try harder in San Marino-" He kept apologizing, wondering if he had made the right choice, wondering if the team would be mad at him

"Lance, It's okay, you're the driver, right? Do what you feel is best, if this is what's best then it's fine." His engineer consoled him, the canadian having a hard time not crying

He finally reached the garage, taking off his helment and his balaclava, his eyes red as he talked to his engineer at the back of his side of the garage, not noticing as the tears began to fall

"Fuck, Brad- I'm so sorry, I feel like i fucked up. I could've kept going, I should've, I almost got us a podium, I was so close." He gasped as he spoke, the Canadian distraught as he thought about his team being mad at him, what if he lost his seat because of this? The media already doesnt like him what would they say now? Was Brad lying about not caring?

"Lance, Lance it's okay, no one is mad at you for keeping yourself safe" He promised, speaking to the boy as if he was a child, which wasn't too far off

Lance couldn't respond, all he could do was cover his face, embarrassed at the reality of him sobbing after a DNF, he didn't care the other times.

Lance got himself together before Fernando came looking for him, not saying a word before dragging the rookie out of his garage

"Nando-" He started, Fernando moving them behind the Racing Point garage "Fernando what-"

Then he hugged him, without saying a word he just hugged him, arms tightly wrapped around the rookie as he sunk into his arms, unable to stop himself from crying again

"Fuck, Nando" He choked out "I feel so stupid"

"Shh, is okay, Lancito" He spoke softly, hand stroking the taller mans hair but at that moment the thing he felt was big. He was embarrassed, trying not to cringe at the reality of him crying in another mans arms but all that mattered was he felt safe in them "You did well, am so proud"

Lance hummed, sniffling as he kept his head in the crook of Fernandos neck "I'm sorry, Nando," He practically whispered "I wanted to be up there with you"

Fernando knew that, he was upset to hear Lance was no longer behind him, all he wanted was to celebrate with him, he was looking forward to it for the whole race and now he's stood there with the younger man a complete mess in his arms, he hoped San Marino would treat him better.

[uzi-x33]

uhh soooo i had a school dance today and GUYS. MY BF LOOKED LIKE CHUUYA NAKAHARA. (Specifically in this bsd card) and when I tell yu I was smiling so much, i don’t even simp for chuuya but as a Dazai kinnie I was going insane

[lunarcat982]

My boyfriend is actually the best like wtaf, I love him ssssm and I need to ramble abt how absolutely amazing he is moreee.

He’s js the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen liek wtf and js aaaaaa I can’t, like I js crumple into a blushing mess in my head whenever he smiles at me, or liek lit js him laughing or smiling in general like nobody gave u the right to look so godamn pretty???

He’s like sooo funny and cute, like we have the exact same sense and style of humour like wtf??? And we js bounce off each other rly well, and I absolutely adore talking to him abt anything and he rly needs to start rambling abt stuff he’s interested in more like omggg it’s so cute

Also also also like he’s so caring and affectionate to meeeee, and I love it smmm, like idk how but he puts up with my insane levels of clinginess, and is always checking up on me if I’m sad or tired and I rly need to start doing it more for him cos I feel so baddd when I donttt. And he’s so affectionate with me like js giving my random kisses and letting me hug him omg I love him so fucking much.

Andandand he’s soo supportive of me like ik so many pple who js wouldn’t care as much or try to help as much with me being trans, and it’s js so amazing of him, like literally js checking with me, or using purposefully feminine pet names, and like telling his parents and pple he knows my preferred pronouns and name is js so aaaa :) also him js accepting me as that without question is so freeing and js omfg could I even ask for someone better?????????

Point is I love him and he deserves allllll the love in the world ever ever ever

And I’m rly rly rly sry for anyone js reading this and cringing so hard at the cheesy ness, js needed to get it outttt

[macden]

i saw a tweet that says we need different words for good ex and bad ex and that’s so true. when I say my ex (ex gf) I am saying it with respect and nostalgia. when I say my ex (ex bf) I am saying it with homicidal intent. very different vibes

[boxwinebaddie]

my favorite baby style ncu continuity is cute tiny hopeless romantic kindergarten disney prince stan falling in love with kyle broflovski at first sight and buying every flavor of ring pop trying to propose to him like 'you are...the most Beautiful person i've ever seen.'

and evil feral kindergarten nj kyle threatening to bite him, fight him and end his pitiful life like 'and you are...so Gahdamn WEIRD. stay the hell away from me, yA FREAK!' and trying to bear mace him skdhs

— but then k-garten stan doing something incredibly wholesome, mindboggling stupid and storybook chivalrous to save k-garten kyle's life, the ice around his cold black heart melting, bein forever changed and falling head over heels in love w boy hero k-garten stan...

...all to take the fATTEST L OF ALL FUCKING TIME because he is too emotionally constipated to confess his feelings and end up gettin stuck in the super best friend zone FOREVER bc every day perfect stan marsh gets lovelier, handsomer and....Fucking STUPIDER.

[huni-bii]

Some gala au shenanigans :3 the brainrot is strong with this one

[little-sweetheartsss]

having the softest, most loving sex you’ve ever had while your little sibling squirms under you and is trying to push you off and trying to stop their hips from jerking to meet your straps thrusts

[mrdoctorratio]

”I love you too! I would’ve responded faster but I was on the toilet” and they say romance is dead

[litrallytyrus]

hunter blushing everytime willow does something cool and powerful Hell Yeah Huntlow Nation 😎

[bluemooniegif]

things you said under the stars & in the grass

I'm cross-posting this threadfic everywhere cause it feels good to post something hehe :3 if you'd like to make a request based off the prompt list, feel free to do so on twitter, bluesky, or in my asks!

tags: pining, stargazing, open ending. aka I accidentally wrote something that makes me wanna rip my heart out weeee enjoy :3

~

"You okay?"

Reno glances sideways, craning his neck a little, scrunching up his nose when grass tickles his skin. "Yeah? Why?"

"Y'just got kinda quiet," Iharu says. Right now he's the perfect mirror image of Reno; laid flat on his back, hands crossed politely over his stomach. He's got grass and twigs and sand in his hair, which is unusually wind-blown and keeps falling into his eyes. Reno wants to brush it away and slide the tips of his fingers down the side of his face. He wants to trace his thumb along the outline of his cheekbone, curl his forefinger over his jaw.

"I think I might love you," he wants to admit. "I know you don't feel the same. But can I touch you? Can I kiss you? Just this once?"

"It's really nice out here," he says instead, shifting to look away. "The stars look so much brighter."

Iharu hums as though he's not entirely convinced. "It's pretty. Feels like they're a lot closer than normal."

It's not exactly a cold night, but Reno can feel the body heat radiating off of Iharu, and it makes him shiver. He swallows thickly. "Sure does."

A bird cries in the far distance. Something rustles through the underbrush nearby. Reno can feel his heartbeat, aching and mellow, where his left palm rests, just below his ribcage. He wonders how Iharu's heart might feel. If he were to check, would he find what he wants, or what he fears?

"Reno," Iharu gasps, gripping Reno's upper arm, "look!"

It takes him a moment to re-orient himself, and even when he does, Reno can't figure out what it is that Iharu's pointing at. "Where am I looking? What is it?" he urgently whispers, eyes darting across the open sky.

"Up there," Iharu points somewhere off to the right, "it's moving, see?"

"I... no," Reno props himself up on his elbows, squinting at the horizon.

"No, not that low, it's-- c'mere," Iharu laughs, tugging him back to the ground. Reno follows easily, allowing Iharu to position him so they lie shoulder-to-shoulder, heads tilted inward. "Look," he murmurs, extending his hand to the sky, "should be just past my finger."

And it is. A tiny light, the same blue-white as the stars around it, floating down towards the horizon.

"Oh," Reno breathes, eyes widening, "I see it! I see it."

Iharu draws his arm back, triumphant. "Cool, huh?"

"Really cool," Reno agrees, hesitant to look away for fear that he might not be able to find it again, "and pretty. What is it? A shooting star?"

"Too slow," Iharu hums. "Probably a satellite."

His hand has come to rest beside Reno's, almost comforting; almost enough to fill his heart with something close to hope. Maybe it's a sign? Maybe it's stupid. Reno closes his eyes and makes a wish anyway.