#more UNHhhh press!

[chrisevansredbelt]

Ryd

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: ab. riding. that’s all i gotta say.

SMUT, 18+ only please!

title is inspo from steve lacy’s ryd unhhhh

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You tried extra hard not to let your stare linger for too long. But, God.

It wasn’t new for Frank to just work out. It was a daily occurrence- a ritual even.

You never minded, of course. He had to stay in shape after all. Well, he didn’t have to- you actually really liked when one time, he’d put off working out and grown a lil’ chub. More for you to love and he was squishy.

But the rock hard body was also nice. And you would be lying, however, if you said that it didn’t arouse you at times, watching him work out. He’d make familiar grunting noises and it was no help that he was half-naked most of the time.

But today especially… with those god damn chains. It’s like he wanted to kill you.

Shifting uncomfortably on the couch, you pressed your thighs together to try and relieve yourself of the tension building up in your heat, clenching around nothing.

Your eyes would dart over at him every so often, but not too much because he was facing you so he’d definitely catch you if you stared for too long- which you couldn’t help but do.

“What’s wrong with you?” You’re pulled out of your thoughts, eyes darting away from his glistening stomach now as you look up at his face.

He hangs slack on the bar now, waiting for your response. From the look you were giving him, it seemed as though he had done something wrong. The small, lingering side eye evident of that much.

“Nothing.” You shrug quickly, shaking your head and averting your gaze completely as you go back to watching the TV.

Frank panics for a second, trying to think about what the date is and if he’d forgotten something special… not valentines, not your birthday, not his birthday… it’s not Christmas is it? Maybe he’d left the toilet seat up? No, you wouldn’t be that mad. Think Frank.

Following to where your gaze once was, he remembered the chains wrapped around his lower half. Cogs turning, he looked over at you on the couch and slowly smiled when he noticed how tight you were gripping onto the throw pillow in front of you, how your nipples were poking through your shirt and how tightly your legs were being squeezed together.

Oh?

Unable to contain his smile, he lets go of the bar and lands back on the floor with a hard thud. The chain falls off his hips in their own and the metal clanking against the hardwoods floor makes you perk up a little.

Basically checking him out, moving from the chain on the floor, to his boots, to his legs, lingering on his abs far longer than you should’ve and finally up to his face which you realise has been staring back at you the whole time, you gasp softly.

Now suspicious and a little nervous, he basically stalks towards you, shoving away the throw pillow and blanket surrounding you before picking you up bridal style.

“Frank!” You yelp, instinctively wrapping your hands around his neck for support.

“You know, you gotta tell me when she wants something.” He starts, walking through the apartment into the direction of the bedroom, making your heart race and you will yourself to focus on what he just said, glancing down to the vicinity of your heat, your cheeks flush in slight embarrassment at being caught, “Can’t have my girls unsatisfied.”

You kiss away the shit-eating grin that played on his lips and moaned in his mouth. Setting you down softly onto the bed, the kiss never broke. Until, of course, you ran your hand down his rock, hard abs and felt a mini orgasm course through you.

Stopping him from pushing you back fully against the mattress so that you were on the bottom, you break the kiss and bring a hand up to his chest.

He looks down at you a little worried and confused at your sudden abs abrupt stop, also the hesitant look on your face.

“C-Can I try something?” You ask timidly, unsure as to why you’re even scared to ask because you knew how comfortable you were with Frank and he you.

“Sure.” He nods and you sit up properly, hands finding their way to his torso and pulling him closer so that your face is in line with his stomach.

Staring at the pebbled muscle, you have to lick your lips to refrain from drooling. Dancing your fingers over the skin briefly, you press your lips against middle of his abs before staring up at him now and sticking your tongue out to lick along the pass of his two abs.

As you stare up at him, you can see the slightly confused look he gives you that’s mostly hidden away with lust.

Pressing another kiss to the skin, you softly say, “I wanna ride ‘em.”

You watch as his eyes light up slightly at the realisation and feel his pants tighten at the mere thought of you rubbing your slick folds against his abs.

As he rounds the bed with all but two large steps and places himself up against head board, just enough so that he can watch everything you do but still maintain a good angle for you to grind against, you spin around in your spot at the end of the bed.

Crawling up his bed, you press kisses to places you know he loves- places you also love too, his calves, thick thighs, over his clothed cock which makes him jolt underneath you and you have to bite your lip from smiling.

You felt bad for teasing him, but he’d get what he wanted eventually. Right now, it was your turn to have a bit of fun.

As you find yourself just about to hover over his stomach, you make quick work of pulling your shorts off, leaving you in your bare lace panties that you know are Franks favourite.

“Fuck.” He mutters already and you blush as he stares down at your lower half. His hands instinctively come up behind your thighs and over your ass, fingers finding their way under the fabric of your panties and snapping the elastic against your skin a few times.

Leaning down to press a few more kisses to his lips, a little pre-thank you for letting you try out this new thing, you allowed your clothed core over his abs and moan into his mouth.

Pulling away so that you can both see what’s happening, you begin a slow grind of your hips against the bumps. With your panties sandwhiched between your skin and his, you’re forced to feel the wetness that’s pooled ever since watching him do those pull ups.

It provides a bit of lubrication as you continue to grind against him and Frank groans to himself when he feels the wetness seep through the fabric and onto his abs.

“God,” He mumbles to himself, unable to tear his eyes away from where your still-clothed cunt meets his skin.

You both can’t help yourself and practically in sync, flaw at your panties to get them off. You chuck them somewhere across the room before settling back down onto his stomach, gasping softly at the raw feeling of skin against skin.

His hands find their way to your hips and force you to stay slick against him for a few seconds as you both watch in astonishment as you already cream against his stomach.

Unable to hold yourself back any longer, you restart the grind of your hips- this time made a whole lot slicker with the added lubrication.

You throw your head back as your folds slide against the texture of his stomach, every so often leaning your hips forward and grinding your clit against his skin too.

“Oh, fuck,” You whimper, quickening the pace of your hips as you feel your orgasm build in your stomach.

“So fucking hot,” Frank mutters through gritted teeth, eyes trained on your cunt as it spreads your slick over his stomach like butter on bread.

As your hips stutter, Frank moves his hands up to guide your hips a little faster and you preen when the squelching sound of your wet pussy rubbing against Franks even wetter stomach fills the room.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna cum,” You announce, jaw falling slack as you lean your hips forward and Franks control over your pace absolutely destroys your clit.

“Cum all over me, baby,” He encourages and it’s all you need to snap the coil inside you.

You silently whimper as you cum, moaning finally when he slowly grinds you against his stomach still and you clench around nothing as your pussy pulsates from your orgasm.

Sighing heavily, you move the stray hairs out of your face and look down at his soaked and shiny abs.

Removing yourself off his stomach completely, you shuffle down so that you can bring your face down and lick up the mess you’d made.

The face Frank makes, pure enchantment as you lick up your own juices, almost makes you laugh. But instead you hum and bite your lip, fingers coming to play with the band of his pants before saying, “You know what would make this taste even better?” You ask rhetorically as you unbutton his pants and pull them down just far enough so that his dick can spring free. It’s red, needy and already leaking from the tip when you grasp it in your hand.

Pressing a soft kiss to the head, you make quick work of moving your hand up and down the thick length, angling it in the direction of his stomach and making sure his cum would land in the exact place you needed it to.

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i’m whore knee

[roxy206]

Relationships — 10/19/2022

For some reason I thought UNHhhh wasn’t back until next week, but I will absolutely take an episode today thank yew

HELLO?!?! Hello?!?! What … why … what …

I’m sorry am I supposed to be able to pay attention to anything other than how intense that was with Trixie standing that close with her arm around Katya’s neck???

Also I would ask why exactly are T & K standing so close before the show starts that Katya burped in Trixie’s face but I have more pressing questions about backstage things

The show where I talk about —

On the relationship episode of all places

Honestly more people should adopt the philosophy of only doing things you enjoy

I am so sick of this joke that they’re only friends when it’s monetized

bzzt bzzt

The two of them talking about their assistants

You don’t hate me

You’re my — you’re one of my favorite people 👀

Omg stop it, Katya laughing at Trixie doing her Cher impression

That’s actually sad that now Trixie is worried everyone is a drag chaser

bzzt bzzt

Excuse me the way Trixie said I know so sympathetically

I feel like our friendship, our working relationship is better than it’s ever been

I am annoying No you’re not. No you’re not

Katya asking Trixie about negative self talk then going oh that’s not good …

[faelapis]

random trans thoughts & vent //

i've started watching unhhhh and i love it. its really funny. i've always been slightly uncomfortable with drag culture for probably the same reason a lot of other trans people are... but this show is healing the rift a little bit in my heart. it helps that they're both openly supportive of trans people, and they tend not to rely on the transphobic jokes that a lot of drag performers do.

to elaborate on that rift - drag queens are often seen as trans people's "fun" cousin who you're allowed to make fun of. it never escaped my notice that rupauls drag race got "big" before we saw any good trans representation, and that at the same time, the existing trans representation was tragically woobified and focused on angst, self-hatred and discrimination almost exclusively.

drag, on the other hand, often gleefully made fun of itself and invited cishet people to do the same. in comedy, they tended to often use transphobia as a punchline which did not hurt them too bad, relying on ciscentrism, fake boob gags and man in a dress-jokes that they themselves are "in" on.

it certainly doesnt help with a figurehead like rupaul who, well, has made a lot of distasteful comments, even if he eventually apologized. but the problem with those comments is that they kinda emphasize the frustration a lot of trans people feel with drag culture - that they say shit like a trans woman is just a drag queen with "50k and a good surgeon" or emphasize how their own performance "fails" at true womanhood. so they allow cis people those thoughts and reap the rewards. they get to be fun, self-aware, self-parodying and unserious. the good ones.

sure, they do challenge gender roles, which i'll yield to rupaul is indeed "punk rock"... but only as long as they remain "self-aware" of a level of artifice, in a way that never challenges how gender is seen as a cisnormative biological construct. in another rupaul interview, the guardian contrasted drags "playfulness" with trans people's "earnest militancy." which shows how defanged drag is nowadays, when the UK press is comfortable enough to compliment it.

but when you're serious, that's a "problem." when you're an actual trans person who doesn't appreciate your lived experiences constantly being portrayed as a joke, camp, failed seriousness, a clown show, a mockery of gender roles, etc... thats when drag culture feels like its partially there to make fun of you. its a surprisingly fine line to walk, gay men making fun of gender without being ciscentric.

i'm certainly not calling on it to become more self-important or serious, goodness knows we need comedy. especially comedy that challenges heteronormativity and gender roles. that is awesome. but its when drag leans in to its own "privilege" as "the good, funny, self-aware ones (who aren't mentally ill like the freaky trans folk)," thats when it fails to be subversive in any real way.

i've had cis LGB+ friends be surprised that i don't watch drag race. for them, its often a place for fun, lighthearted representation, where they get to feel at home in a way that isn't too angsty. but for me, and many trans people, its often felt like a world that would prefer not to think about us.

tl;dr - stan this collab between nikkietutorials and gottmik

[unhhhhbelievable]

It’s the way T told that same story about that boyfriend phone call on the podcast too. It’s the way she’s been shading him and their sex life in pretty much every recent iltw episode. It’s the way she went on tour and had lots of sex and a great time and bragged about it like that was uncharacteristic of her (I know they’re open but she really made it seem like the extent of her sexual escapades on that tour was a new experience for her). It’s the way based off of everything that she’s shared… It’s not a stretch to say that things have been shall we say not great in that department between the two of them? I don’t think it’s a coincidence that all this was happening in the middle/right after they filmed the show together and probably had an intense/high stress situation.

It’s also the way she has increased the heart eyes to the max towards K in just about everything they’ve been doing lately (iltw & unhhhh all filmed before tour and in the middle or after filming the show). It’s the way she was pretty obviously miserable and exhausted on her solo tour (Alyssa Edwards meme/Michael Jackson video anyone?). It’s the way she didn’t sleep the night before London press (which she was not going to do on her own when she had her show there a few weeks earlier but flew back in the middle of her last two shows when K was going to be there to do it with her) and even tweeted a warning about her mood but then was instantly happier and smiling and laughing in all the footage with K from that day. So I’ll just say… who do we think at the end of the day is making T the happiest right now? And I’m not even saying all this in a shipping comparison way. I just mean some relationships aren’t supposed to mix the business and personal. Then sometimes other relationships grow to be more than one ever thought possible.

You are absolutely correct, some relationships take on a mind of their own.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I just want Trixie to be happy. And I really don't want David to turn out to be an absolute douche rocket, because that would be awful. Trixie deserves better.

[varbjxrn]

Ulfhrafnx Sent :  “   i  can  relax  anywhere .   i  just  choose  not  to .   ”

Unhhhh Sentence Starters || Accepting ! @ulfhrafnx​

“That sounds awful, plain and simple.” He chirped in response to her statement, shifting in his makeshift seat against a tree. Trying to imagine the place she was putting herself by choosing to not relax was a hard thing for Sverre. Over the years, he had learned to relax whenever possible, especially while under contract. Though, he thought as he glanced at her, perhaps it was more of a precaution for her. While he had learned to take every moment he could, maybe she had learned the opposite. But, his statement was still true. His feelings on such a stiff opinion were not going to change.

He sat up, pushing his back away from the tree he had been using to rest against, his gaze focused on Lira now. “Why?” He finally asked, curious as to her reasoning. Maybe it would be a little insight into how she operated, but he was almost certain she was just going to dodge the question. If she did dodge it, then he would let it lie. No reason to press something he didn’t need to know. But he was curious, and he was going to at least try to appease that part of him. As he waited for an answer, his knees drew closer to his body, arms resting atop them with hands dangling out in front. He looked quite comfortable, honestly.

[justanotherloveaffair]

Until we meet again (one shot)

>> Link to Part 2

Chadwick Boseman x Reader 

Warnings: It’s just smut. I can’t help myself. Very NSFW language. Some Dom/Daddy!Chadwick.

Word Count: 2231

Summary: Chadwick x Reader have been keeping in touch with some long distance phone sex, and Chadwick ups the game a little. 

Author’s Note: I am VERY close to 150 followers (omg!!!) so I’m using that as an excuse to write some Chadwick smut. Not that I needed an excuse.

Your name: Submit (what is this?)

It was late and you were in bed, shuffling around to get comfortable when your phone lit up in the darkened room. You craned your neck over and smiled, immediately picking it up.

“Hi Chadwick.”

“Hello beautiful.”

His husky, low voice came through from his end, wherever he was in the world tonight and you already felt a hot throb in your core preparing you for what would come next. He only called at this hour for one reason.

The deep voice continued. “Did you get my present?”

The vibrator was laying barely a foot away from you, opened from the packaging but not used, as instructed. Your eyes had widened somewhat when you first saw the realistic looking cock, bigger than anything you’d used or had before.

“Oh you mean the coke can?” You laughed. “I did. Thank you for the gift Chadwick but that might be a bit-“

His voice took over. “You’re going to take every inch of it tonight. You understand me?”

All the saliva dried in your mouth. In the weeks since your phone sex relationship, or whatever it was that was happening with Chadwick began, his voice was sexy and playful as you roused each other to orgasm. After a number of these late-night exchanges, you both had come to know exactly what to say to turn each other on. Chadwick liked you to talk as if you were really there and describe what you would do to him. Once, feeling pretty bold, you’d called him Daddy and he exploded barely seconds later. But he had never taken this commanding tone with you and you were immediately wet.

“Y/N? I asked you a question. I won’t repeat it again.” There was a growl in his voice you’d only ever heard when he was tired, but here he was using it at will to break you down into a horny mess.

Breathlessly you replied, “Yes Chadwick.”

“Do you have lube?”

You responded with a “hmm” between pursed lips, nodding submissively to the air around you as if he could see.

“Good. Go get it.”

As you shifted to pull out the clear tube from your bedside table you heard, in the background, the sound of his pants button popping open, then a zipper, then rustling. Your face burned as you imagined what he was doing, how he looked right now. You’d only met Chadwick once in person so much of your fantasies relied on imagination, but you couldn’t forget those long fingers and you pictured them now, pushing his pants and boxers down.

He sighed, his next breath coming a little heavier and lustier and you knew he’d started touching himself. “Are you naked, Y/N?”

You settled onto your back and kicked the blankets out of the way. “Yes,” you replied truthfully.

“Mm, just what I hoped to hear. I want you on your back, legs open wide. Tell me when you’re there.”

“I’m there,” you breathed, looking down your body and picturing him settling between your thighs. You were so wet and aching to be touched. Although you were intimidated by the toys’ size, your stomach twisted with excitement at the thought of being stretched and filled by it while being guided by his dangerously hot voice.

Chadwick instructed you next to cover the toy in lube and you spread the slippery liquid all around it.

“Now put me on speaker honey, you’re gonna need both hands to work me in.”

You set the phone down and returned onto your back, now holding the large, dark coloured toy in both hands. Your stomach rose and fell with your quick, tense breaths. You waited, wishing you could see what he was doing but you couldn’t, so your mind went back to that night you met, zeroing in on the details of his face. Deep brown eyes fixed only to yours, his full lips in a smirk as you flirted. The chemistry was electric. He asked you for your number and promised to call, and that night he did. And then the next night, and then every night, each call from a different city while he toured the world for work. You remember clearly how you started to playfully tease each other on the phone, until late one night you went for it, using your voice as a means to bring him pleasure and release. And then he returned the favour and now here you were.

“Turn on the vibrator and tease your clit with it until you’re nice and wet. But don’t you dare make yourself come,” He warned. You moaned at his words, and then again as the vibrations hit your clit. You moved the head around it, avoiding direct contact with the bundle of nerves. Soon you were sliding the lubricated toy up and down, bringing powerful sensations to your whole pussy and your hips rolled against the feeling. You were so horny and your moans were getting louder and breathier. The vibrations felt incredible but he wasn’t going to let you finish this way.

“Stop, Y/N. I can hear how close you’re getting.” While you pulled yourself off of the toy, you could hear his little grunts giving away what he was doing, sending a fresh, hot wave of arousal through you. “Now, I want you to take me with both hands and press me inside. Just a little. Tell me when you start.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you held the vibrating head at your entrance, starting to push it in. “Now.. unhhhh,” you moaned as the thickness spread you open, only an inch. Chadwick’s moan joined yours as if he was really there entering you. With your eyes closed, his sexy voice filling the room and the slow stretch of the large cock you were transported to another place. “Chadwick,” you cried, biting your lip, sweat beading on your forehead. “Fuck…”

His voice was like honey spreading over you. “That’s it, you’re so tight but I need you to take me a little deeper, can you do that for me?”

Your strained moan came out sounding unsure but willing to try and he praised you, “Good. Nice and slow, babygirl. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jesus, he was a master at this. The fact he had you this horny with just his voice and words made you feel faint at the thought of him really being there.

You moaned his name again and he sighed in response as you both worked your bodies, together, but an ocean apart. The more you teased your entrance, the wetter you got and the easier it became to take a little more but you hadn’t even gotten halfway, and it seemed impossible to think you could take it all. “Chadwick I can’t. This is too big,” you whimpered, looking down your body to watch how much of it was left outside of you.

“Listen to me Y/N, stop and listen to my voice right now.” He demanded. “Are you listening?”

You went completely rigid, stopping your movements and whispered, “Uh-huh.”

“This toy is smaller than me. You hear me? I need you ready for when I finally fuck you. Now be a big girl and take it all inside.”

Your world swam before your eyes at his words and the deep desires that lit up like a fire in your belly. This man would be the death of you.

You concentrated on relaxing your muscles as your hands moved to inch the dick in and out, little by little. With the background of Chadwick’s moans adding fuel to the fire, the pain started turning into pleasure and soon you were bucking up your hips to take more and more inside. Like magic your walls relaxed, accepting the thickness and you moaned each time you pushed it back in. Chadwick’s voice never stopped. An endless stream of words poured over you, mixing with his own moans. You were soaking wet, the toy and your thighs shiny with your juices. It got easier and easier and you let out a long, satisfied groan when finally you pushed every inch down, burying it deep inside you and you ground your hips up to make sure not a bit of it was left outside your walls. The stretch and fullness satisfied you in a way that was more than physical.

“So thick,” you gasped, still reveling in the feeling. “Oh fuck.”

“Is it all in?”

“Yessss,” you sighed, circling your hips slowly. Chadwick growled. You could faintly hear the sound of his palms pumping up and down on his skin and with that sound, it was all too easy to picture those deliciously long fingers moving along his shaft. The idea that you could turn him on this much made you feel sexy beyond words.

“I knew you could do it babygirl. Now fuck yourself, nice and slow. I want you to feel it all,” he purred.

You started to move, waves of pleasure radiating from your core with each movement and you moaned his name. “Chadwick, Chadwick…. I want you so much,” you sighed breathily as you imagined him inside, hot and throbbing instead of the cold, unyielding plastic. The slow thrusts weren’t enough and you sped up, making wet slapping sounds as you started fucking yourself.

“Ah… shit,” he gasped in response to that dirty sound. “I thought I said go slow, Y/N. You’re a needy little thing, huh?”

You could hardly string together a response with how lightheaded the sound of his voice made you. “Ungh, can’t, help, it… feels…. So… Good.” Each word came out in a staccato gasp, your head falling back now as the thick vibrating cock and his voice were drawing you down into a deep abyss.

“You’ll come when I tell you to come,” his voice was rough and dangerous. “Your orgasm belongs to me. This one and every one I’m going to give you when I see you.”

He continued as you kept moaning wildly, your hands stuttering as they tried to keep up the pace you needed.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard Y/N. I’m going to stuff you so full of my cock and then I’m going to fill you with my come, over and over again.”

“Oh god,” your eyes screwed shut. “Please please please.” You begged, so close and needing permission.

“Yes, you’re going to be Daddy’s little cockwhore, aren’t you?”

“Fuck… please….” You were so close to the edge, tears were stinging your eyes and he was torturing you with words.

“Say it.”

“I’m…” you tried to breathe, “your cockwhore… Daddyy…” you ended on a long cry, nearly hysterical now.

“Now, Y/N. Come for me right now…”

You slammed the cock deep inside and flicked the vibration volume up, not that you needed it as wild pleasure ran away with you barely holding on to reality. You ground your hips into the sensations and the sound of Chadwick’s release, along with yours filled the room. It was your strongest orgasm in months and part of your moans were of pure surprise at the force of it. As it started to fade, your hand hurriedly searched for the remote to turn off the overpowering sensations and even the invading weight of the toy was too much to handle, and you winced as you pulled it out while your stomach rose and fell with each gasping breath.

“Are you real?” You sighed, returning your attention to the phone and you heard a deep chuckle.

“I will be soon enough. I’ll be in town tomorrow.”

You shot up in bed, staring at the phone and as you did, an incoming FaceTime call began and your shaking fingers accepted it. Nothing could prepare you for the sight of Chadwick’s beautiful face, beaded in sweat and smiling. To finally see him again, and after he’d just done and said such dirty things to you…

“Chadwick…” you sighed.

“Hi beautiful,” Despite what you’d just done, he looked so sweet and you ran your hand through your wild hair, realizing that he wasn’t seeing you at your best but you were too in shock to care.

“I can see you’re surprised,” He half-grinned and you stared at him, awed by his beauty that you’d somehow forgotten was on the other end of the phone this whole time. “I hope it’s a good kind of surprise?”

The fact that he seemed to be wondering whether you’d welcome the news seemed absurd and you rushed to halt the question in his eyes. “Yes… oh my god, I’m sorry Chadwick I’m just…. Really?” You squeaked. The phone was close enough to his face you could make out his long lashes, his perfect chocolate skin, and dark, warm eyes that were connected to yours with that same electricity, but a hundred times stronger.

He smiled, his voice a deep rumble that nearly got you going again. “You free tomorrow night?”

You settled onto your back with the phone above you and smiled up at him, shaking your head. “You are too much, Mr. Boseman.”

“Hopefully just the right amount of too much,” he said, toying with your sanity by adding a wink and you groaned.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Despite your words, you were exhausted and it showed as you yawned and rubbed your eyes. 

He laughed. “I’ll let you get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Chadwick.”

He held your gaze a moment longer, leaving you with the image of his sexy smile to take with you to sleep and cherish until you saw him for real. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

[sarahqueerest]

TWO-YEAR PLAN  14.02.18

have you ever been so socially anxious that you had to masturbate in order to relax enough to get out of the house on time?

i don’t think anyone’s buying me smiling slyly and claiming i’m shy

i’ve been so barraged with messages to love myself that i am no longer sure what that means, exactly

i mean, i’m feeling positive

but the line is so fine between self love and sabotage between taking care and twisting to death

and i’m a big believer in ambiguity

i make myself coffee and peanut butter n jelly toast for breakfast every morning except on weekends when i make myself coffee and a plate of toast, cheeses, avocado, tomato, smoked salmon, and a fried egg et cetera

and yet, and yet, i still devote tense, quiet hours to wondering whether i’m worth being touched if i’m at my “winter weight” if it would be kinder to myself to move to the mountains farm and hunt and gather for survival become an expert in wild mycology be better at writing my friends back choose a new pair of shoes without having a mental breakdown stop being terrified at the power of eye contact et cetera

hold some part of me down kiss another part of me love is a body is love is a body is not separating

you’ve taken a deep breath in and i put my cool fingers on the place where neck meets your jaw and ear, climb my fingers like snails through your hair it’s soft, and you have gray bits here and there even though you’re not that old i point them out, and point out the gray streak i have growing here, i’m hoping to look like a witch someday soon, i say my strong hands cup your neck and press down your back my breathing is quicker i grasp both of your hips, feeling the shape of you. i bet i could pick you up, i say. can i try to pick you up, i ask? you laugh and nod, and i pick you up. it’s not very hard for me because i am very strong. this makes you laugh more, and i kiss you firmly as i put you back down. and we both go like, unhhhh arms still around you, my thigh presses between your legs as my hands cup your ass,

and then i move to the mountains. i have a little dog who helps me catch grouse but she mostly keeps me company i have become very handy with an ax and my body has never looked better in stolen daybreak hours, i have written an epic poem it’s the most epic poem you’ll ever read it’s my love for you it’s my love for you this poem is my love for you

[roxy206]

hey, Australia anon! thank you for your reply! forgive me but I’m new to trixya (separate and as a pair) and was wondering what are your top examples of their soulmateism? I feel like I’m so behind on content lmao and a friend of mine was like “they’re just friends” (which is fine she can think what she wants) so I was wondering, for you, what are those main reasons you view them as more of a soulmate situation rather than simply bffs? (thank u love u 😘)

Australia Anon! No apologies needed, bestie. I love that you’re new here!

I’m fairly new too tbh — it’s only been 8 months since I was first introduced to T & K. It’s a lot of content to catch up on!!

Honestly the biggest reason is their whole vibe. It’s like everything about them screams that they have feelings for each other. But I’ll try to break it down a bit

(Under the cut because holy shit I didn’t realize how much I wrote)

They aren’t shy about admitting that they have been / are sexually attracted to each other. This happened a lot more early on — in interviews around season 7, between the season & UNHhhh, during early UNHhhh days. It was heavily Katya thirsting after Trixie, but Trixie wasn’t immune. And there’s been a shift where more recently it’s been Trixie thirsting after Katya

But it’s not just a sexual attraction. Even in the early days. When they were asked during season 7 press who they would kai kai with it wasn’t yeah I would kai kai with Trixie / Katya, it was I would be in a long term relationship with Trixie & I would marry Katya tomorrow

Trixie has even said that if they had met under different circumstances…

And that’s just what they’ve actually admitted directly

I think there are so many moments throughout the years that point to how special their relationship is & how intense it is. There’s an episode of UNHhhh where Katya asks whether Trixie would cry at her funeral & Trixie gets really choked up saying yes she would cry & she wouldn’t know what to do if Katya died

Trixie can be so dismissive about feelings, but when she lets herself be vulnerable it is a lot. I don’t know how much you know about their history but … there was a point where Katya relapsed & it was a very, very difficult time. There was a period of time where Katya was very volatile toward Trixie & then wasn’t talking to Trixie, & Trixie just … missed Katya. Trixie’s documentary Moving Parts touches on it & if you haven’t seen it yet — it’s really something I would prepare for vs randomly watching it. But there’s this part where Trixie talks about it not being a case of her not being able to have a career without Katya, she knows she can do that, but she preferred doing it with Katya & being friends with Katya

I think the fact that Trixie was able to wait all of that out, to forgive & move on, says so much about their bond. Whether you see it as platonic or romantic, it’s just such a huge thing

Trixie wrote her song Soldier about Katya & I think that speaks volumes as well

There are just so many things. Like when they would tell stories about this one night when Katya was still living in Boston. Trixie & Courtney Act stayed over at Katya’s apartment & Katya was going to sleep on the couch & let the two of them take her bed, but Trixie insisted that the two of them share the bed instead & Courtney take the couch. So that’s what happened & then a whole situation unfolded — but one thing I found particularly interesting about them telling the story together is how Katya said after Trixie rejected her, Trixie wanted to cuddle all night. Trixie — who has said that when she & her boyfriend sleep in bed together do not cuddle because it’s too much body heat for her, who has essentially called Katya a furnace — wanted to cuddle with Katya all night

So honestly I could probably write an entire dissertation on why I think their bond is not platonic & why I think they’re twin flames. But it just comes down to all these little moments where they don’t think they’re showing their hand, but really they’re projecting their cards for everybody to see

I think Katya is aware of those feelings & in recent years has tried to move on from it, & I think Trixie is in absolute denial about her own feelings

That’s just my two cents though!

[petrovna-zamo]

Everyone please read this whole thing it’s so good!

My favorite part:

And I think there were many moments where I was actually able to look at her in the wings of the show and during the little break and say earnestly, ‘Oh, I really love doing this with you. I'm so glad we’re doing this. And I’m grateful.’

Yeah. That kind of thing. I would never say that in front of the fans because they would start jerking off. But it’s true. Neither of us is sentimental. I would say she gets more earnest than I do. But yeah. It’s nice to have those moments. I think we’re entering the earnest era.

https://www.out.com/television/2022/5/11/katya-interview-unhhhh-season-7-clip-trixie-mattel-tour-life?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=television

[petrovna-zamo]

Speaking about working alongside Trixie, Katya explained: "I know a lot of people get jealous when they are part of famous couples or comedy duos who get compared to each other with which one is more successful, but I am more than happy to play the sidekick, especially with me and Trixie.

"She is totally out of control with her ambition and I am so thrilled to lay back and do a gig once in a while - if you need me call me.

"I have a mindset where I don’t need to be competitive or feel like I am the better one, that is the number one recipe for disaster."

https://www.express.co.uk/showbiz/tv-radio/1608752/drag-race-katya-disgusting-world

[roxy206]

For the interviews, I have a feeling that t&k were going to do those together since they usually do joint press for unhhhh but maybe with trixie away and busy and with the time difference scheduling was difficult and it was just easier for katya to take over and do them solo. She also might still have laryngitis and be on vocal rest so maybe she didn’t want to talk more than she had to. She definitely wasn’t hanging out at trixie’s condo haha.

An eight hour time difference would be an absolute bitch to schedule around

And don’t get me wrong I obviously live for T & K content, but I am SO enjoying the solo Katya articles with her earnest buzzword

[roxy206]

Do we know why Katya is in drag today?? Since obv they can't be filimg UNHhh or Netflix. I also know Katya said she only had 1 month off not 2.. so what's filming/doing??

I’m not sure! She did vaguely mention having to do press for that thing — I’m not sure if maybe she’s doing more UNHhhh press since the first episode of season 7 should be dropping on YouTube on Wednesday (05/18)

In general I think the one month off is because Trixie is only gone on her solo tour for one month of the two month T & K Live hiatus

[artificialqueens]

two birds pt 1 (Trixya) - trixiespads

(AN: this is part one of a two part fic. This is not my first trixya but it is my first submission to AF. please enjoy!)

“It’s two weeks.”

“Ya, two fuckin weeks, bitch! Think about all the memes you’re gonna miss out on. All the drag names I’m gonna come up with while you’re gone. What the fuck.”

Katya rolls her eyes but there’s mirth as she folds her yoga pants and slides them into the suitcase. Her glasses slide down her nose and before she knows it there’s Trixie’s delicate little man hand sliding them back up into place from where she sits cross legged on the bed next to the case. Husband. For fucking real. She looks tired, exhausted in her own right from doing the same amount of touring but even in this lighting she looks pretty - cheeks were sunken in a little, she doesn’t eat well on the road despite Katya harassing her. It makes her stomach ache a little bit, but Trixie does as Trixie does.

Katya just smirks, lack of mirth in the corners of her mouth - more amusement than adoration, and then sighs.

“You’re gonna be fine. You can still text me! Jesus.”

“And look like an asshole while iMessage tells me ‘delivered’ and not ‘read?’ I’m not that desperate, okay. I guess I’ll just have to miss you like some kind of pilgrim. This is ridiculous. You promised. I feel like Roxxxy at a bus stop.”

“AAAAH! Oh my god, you wretched whore! She cried, those were real tears!”

“Ya, and so will mine be when you ditch me for hippes!”

She looks fucking petulant. Like a child. Katya’s heart aches for a second. Only a second. She’s stronger than that.

“Bitch, you can always come with me!”

“BITCH, does this hog body look like it does yoga? Who you think I am?”

Katya, is again, rolling her eyes and she punctuates her discontent with the slam of the suitcase closed.

“It’s two weeks. You will live.”

“I’m gonna die, you mean.”

“Will you really die without me, Tracy? Who’s gonna drive me to the airport? Certainly none of the other friends I have that I don’t care about.”

Trixie raises both eyebrows and truly looks like a petulant housewife who got the credit card taken away from her - legs crossed at the ankles, short shorts that show off that fucking tan, the muscles in her arms after that tempestuous, arduous fitness journey. Katya narrows her own eyes in response and desperately tries to ignore the stirring in her stomach.

“I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too. Now, give mama a kiss.”

Trixie purses her lips but does as she’s told, sits up on her knees and presses a kiss to Katya’s cheek. Trixie grimaces against the rough grain of her stubble.

“Now, there’s a good girl. You gonna drive me to the airport or make me take an uber?”

—–

It’s not fair.

Louisiana is boring but shows are not and every time she texts Katya there’s no one there on the other end and she sulks. She’s not used to not getting 18 texts in a row from Katya’s never ending stream of consciousness about whatever new topic she’s on next. If they thought UNHhhh was bad, they should see their texts. Or, maybe they shouldn’t, because there is quite possibly some incriminating things in here.

It’s been three days and it’s already been three too long. Sure, they go months without seeing each other only to meet back up again for filming, but Katya is always AVAILABLE. She always texts, she always calls, she always FaceTimes. Right now, Trixie is alone with self-indulgent thoughts about what Katya would do if Trixie disappeared for two weeks on a yoga retreat.

Not that that would ever happen.

But still.

She’s playing through her album, writing new things, just messing with her guitar when the FaceTime ringtone starts blaring. She reaches for it and when she sees it’s Katya she drops everything and slides to answer.

“Barbara, I’m stretching again!”

“I hate you and I miss you. Are you done yet?”

Katya rolls her eyes in the shitty lighting, but she’s grinning. “It’s only been three days! Shut up! What are you doing?”

“I was playing guitar and brainstorming my suicide note. What are you doing?”

“I was playing with my pussy and brainstorming MY suicide note! What a coincidence! I miss you, too, Trixie. How’s the gig?”

Trixie smiles, this time it’s a warm smile because she does miss Katya, and it’s crazy that this time it feels a hundred times worse.

“It’s great, but nothing is truly great when you miss your stupid best friend. How’s your fitness journey? Are you high? Did everyone bring weed?”

Katya grins back at her. “Yes, there’s weed, but no I’m not high right now. Stone cold sober. I’m trying to stay sober for this retreat. It’s something stupid I’m trying: health. Crazy fad all you millennials keep hyping up.”

“She says with a cigarette between her fingers.”

“I never said I was smart.”

“You never said you weren’t, either. But, I hope you’re having fun.”

“I am, and I’ll be back before you know it, okay? I just wanted to call and make sure you were still alive. I love you.”

Katya says it and Trixie’s stomach drops. Her mouth goes dry and a blush is creeping across her cheeks and the world turns upside down and her heart falls out of her asshole and… and….

“I love you, too, Katya. Call me when you can. Good night.”

“Good night, love.”

The screen goes black.

—–

Trixie wants to die. Metaphorically. Not literally. Because when your best friend tells you they love you it should mean nothing more than that - a platonic declaration of true non romantic feelings you have for someone you hold dear. It shouldn’t feel as though you’ve been drowning your whole life and the minute that other person says it, it feels like they grab you by the collar and pull you up for air. Was Katya the breath she needed all along? What’s really fucking gay about this is that the day seems brighter. Colors seem more vibrant. Her heart is light.

But, also, there’s the existential dread she feels in her bones at the thought of everything she knows, loves, and holds dear crashing down on her and her entire life getting ruined because she fell in love when it was only ever platonic.

Katya comes back today and she’s spent two weeks reading into absolutely everything Katya has ever said or done that could possibly mean she loves Trixie, too. What’s super immature is that she doesn’t have the guts to ask Katya herself - she just reads fan theories and watches videos of Katya talking about wanting to fuck Trixie. There’s wanting to fuck and there’s wanting to be in love. Trixie can’t just fuck her. She can’t. She’d die every day until she died if Katya ever fucked her once and then left her. She’d never be the same and she curses the part of her brain that tells her she has to love someone before she can give herself to them, but then again just fucking Katya would never satisfy her. She wants to love Katya. She wants to pick her up from the airport and cook her dinner. She wants to slide her arms around Katya from behind while she’s doing the dishes and kiss her neck. She wants to lay with Katya on the couch and watch MASH with her. She wants to smell Katya’s morning breath. She wants to get into stupid couples fights with her.

She wants to exist with her.

She’s at the gate waiting, backwards hat, tank top and all. She thanks god that no ones recognized her out of drag and prays that no one does. She wants this moment to be between them.

Moment? What the fuck.

Trixie shoves her hands into her pockets and paces. She’s making this a bigger deal than it is. They’re best friends. Ya, fuck Tracy for figuring out she’s in love with her. Has she always been? Probably!

No one ever said Tracy was smart.

Trixie has her back to the gate so when she feels two arms snake around her middle and a dick press between her asscheeks she screams - literally.

Katya is behind her fully losing her shit, laughing so hard she might be crying.

“Katya, what the fuck?!”

“Boner city!”

Trixie has to stop herself from screaming more, and she slaps Katya on the arms before pulling her into a hug. Katya’s hands go straight for Trixie’s ass - not a single fuck given for the myriad of people watching Trixie get harassed.

“I’m sorry, it’s been two weeks and I’m so horny right now.”

“You’re fucking gross.”

Katya looks completely different yet completely the same - the usual sunkenness of her eyes has depleted. She looks like she’s gotten actual sleep. Katya smells like lavender and it irritates her that she likes it so much. Katya looks completely rested and rejuvenated and Trixie is only a little jealous. Katya’s arms snake around Trixie’s neck and they hug for a long moment this time, bodies pressed together from chest to groin, taking deep breaths, breathing each other in. Katya smells like lavender and wood, fresh air and cotton. This is so gay.

“I missed you.”

“You’ve been without me before. You went a whole 24 years without me before we met.”

They finally pull away and Katya is grinning, ear to ear. She looks happy. Trixie wonders if it has anything to do with her.

“Ya, and I wasn’t famous or rich before I met you so look at me now. Now you know why I missed you so much!”

Katya just shakes her head and laces her fingers with Trixie’s. “I’m starving - take me home and we’ll order pizza.”

—–

They’re sitting on the couch laughing so loud the neighbors might call the cops soon. Trixie’s face and chest are warm from the wine and Katya is loose and tangle-free from the weed. They’ve slipped right back home into whatever they were before. Trixie feels weird and she isn’t sure if she’s drunk or not. She’s a bottle and a half in but she feels calm, not drunk.

“What’s wrong, Tracy? You keep looking at me like that.”

Trixie rolls her eyes and pours herself another glass of Rosé. “I’m not looking at you any type of way! I’m just happy you’re back. Neither of us are leaving the state for a week. I’ve got you back and I’m taking advantage of it. Do you want more water?”

Katya shakes her head. “No, I’m fine, but you look very deep in thought. Share with the class, please?”

“I don’t know, I just - I don’t know. I missed you.”

“You keep saying that.”

Katya’s tone seems pointed. She leans forward to grab her pack of cigarettes and makes gornthe balcony without saying another word. Trixie let’s her alone and watches her from the couch. The cigarette is second nature to Katya - she wields it with a reckless abandon that seems like she’ll drop it any moment, but she knows exactly what she’s doing. She’d never let it fall. Her left arm is crossed over her chest and her right is resting on it, easy access to the cigarette as she gazes out at the cityscape.

Trixie is aching. She needs to be honest. She follows Katya outside, wine glass in tow.

“So why did we never try it?”

“What, you being honest with me?” Katya doesn’t even look over at her.

“Ouch. You ever think that some things aren’t your business?” That gets Katya’s attention. Her head snaps over. She looks like she’s been slapped. “Why are you mad at me?”

“Trixie…” Her face softens and she ditches the cigarette, douses it with her shoe. “I’m not… you’re acting weird. You’ve been getting like this lately. I wanna know what I did wrong. I’m a grown man, you can tell me. You’re my best friend. Aren’t we supposed to, like… tell each other shit? Are you really that pissed at me for going on the retreat?”

“Oh, my god. No. I get it, I’m younger than you, but do you really think I’m immature to boot? If that’s what we’re doing then tell me - did you fuck anyone on that retreat?”

Katya’s jaw drops. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. Why is that any of your business? Why do you care?”

“No fuckin’ reason. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t bring anything home.” Trixie leaves Katya and her jaw out on the balcony and goes back inside. Her blood is boiling, her heart is racing, and she wants to cry. Maybe she is drunk. She grabs the wine bottle and goes into the kitchen to dump the liquor out. She is trying to breathe deeply, desperately trying to find herself again. She hears the glass door slide open and closed, and she hears Katya’s feet slapping against the hard wood into the kitchen.

“That was too far.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are. I’m gonna go.”

Trixie’s heart falls out of her asshole.

“Um, please don’t do that?” Trixie turns around and sees that Katya’s eyes are wet. Now they’re both gonna start fucking crying. Welcome home, Katya. “Please don’t fucking do that. Please. I’m sorry, and I’m… I think I’m drunk. I’m sorry.”

“What is your problem, Trixie? I go away for two weeks and tell you about one guy and as soon as I get home you do this. I don’t understand. We are not a thing, Brian.”

“So, tell me why. Tell me why we’ve never tried it!”

“Don’t act like I’ve never tried, girl. ‘Oh, it’s professional. Oh, it’ll mess things up. Oh, it’s weird for me.’ I tried, and you were never interested.” Trixie stays silent and Katya’s eyes grow wide again. “Oh, don’t you fucking tell me you’re interested now, Brian. What the fuck?”

Trixie bites her lip. “I’m sorry.”

“You should be. How long?”

“What-”

“You know exactly what I’m asking. How long, Brian?”

Trixie won’t meet his eyes. “A while.”

“How long is a WHILE, Tracy?! A month? Years?!”

“Oh, okay, cool! Don’t fuckin’ yell at me! Probably since forever! I was probably born with a predisposition for you! It’s been a fuckin’ while and god forbid I listen to my gut or my brian for once and finally realize that I’ve been in love with you for longer than I can say. There you go.”

It’s Katya’s turn to be silent. She doesn’t say anything, she just studies Trixie’s face.

“I’ve loved you since you told us you were a hair and makeup artist in the workroom. Since fucking Fame asked you for a Red Bull. It’s been forever for me, Trixie. Through everything, it’s been forever.”

It’s a pure love, Trixie realizes - the kind that loves you even when you don’t deserve it. Trixie didn’t.

“I can’t… I can’t do this, though, Katya. You of all people can’t break my heart. I’m… that I am not strong enough to survive. I could live with loving you and never getting to show you, but I can’t live with knowing that you’re gonna hurt me.”

Katya nods. “I’m… I’m a drug addict. You know that. I’m… not the best at making decisions. I act impulsively. I sleep around. I’m 34 and have yet to have a serious relationship. But I know that I’m in love with you and that I want to be with you.”

“You can’t just fuck me and then only see me for filming. You can’t do that to me. You can’t keep fucking random trade on the road.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I won’t fuck random trade anymore. I won’t love you and leave you, but you gotta understand - I’m fucking scared. I’m so terrified. You’re the first person in my life that’s ever understood me in the way that you do and I’m so scared to let you in and then you realize how insane I truly am and you break my heart. You can’t break mine either.”

“No promises, then.”

Trixie takes a step forward. There are no cameras here, no fans to please and no press to impress. They’re alone, truly. This won’t be for the butt of a joke or for laughs on screen. Trixie feels like she’s gonna have a god damn heart attack.

“No promises.”

[artificialqueens]

Mother, I've been fucking with the devil again (Ch.3) - Pumpkin

A/N: Hi guys! I know it’s been months since the last chapter and I’m SO sorry. I just hope that you still are interested in it. As always, I wrote it to have fun and for you as an entertainment, so don’t expect a masterpiece! Let me know what you think about it and how would you like it to continue. I always read your comments/questions and I uploaded this because some of you were asking about the next chapter, even if I was really ashamed because it’s been so long so… Yeah, your opinion is important! Hope you like it❤

What a fucking bitch, Sharon thought. A whole week had passed by since she fucked Katya, and the Russian still gave her some naughty glances when they ran into eachother. To be honest, she enjoyed the sex with Katya and she didn’t regret it, but that wasn’t the problem: Alaska was teasing, really teasing her. Sharon knew that It was too good to be real when Alaska had resignedly left her bunk the other night.

Alaska had now a new purpose: Tease her until she couldn’t help it anymore. She would rub herself against Sharon during the shows, in front of hundreds of people and under Michelle’s disapproving look. She was always by her side now on stage, taking her hand when she had the opportunity, and constantly interacting with her during Snatch Game, but Sharon had to go along with it since she was too polite to humiliate her in front of her fans. She even posted on Instagram a pic of them together in 2011, and everyone went crazy about the possibility of Shalaska getting back together. Sharon ignored her during a whole week, but after Saturday’s gig, she just faced it. All the girls were by the bar having a drink and she found Alaska all alone in the theatre’s dressing room, touching up her makeup.

“Bitch” Sharon said, sitting on the closest chair to Alaska’s.

“Thank you, nice to see you too, Needles” She ironically answered, still looking at her reflection in the mirror.

“You don’t deserve nice things, I know what you’re doing” Alaska stopped pressing compact powder on her forehead and looked at Sharon.

“And what is it?” She asked.

“Teasing me, treating me like if you cared again, but I know you don’t, you just want to feel that you’re more important than Katya to me” Sharon’s voice was getting louder, anger slowly running through her veins, while Alaska was so fucking calm.

“I don’t need to do that, I know I am.” She simply said. Alaska was so confident since All Stars 2. She wasn’t anymore that cute and insecure drag queen she used to be, now she was the powerful Queen of Snakes. Sharon, who used to be the loud one of the couple, felt like she was so weak by Alaska’s side now.

“OH, YOU KNOW YOU ARE?” Sharon had started screaming, and now there was no turning back.

“Yes, I do.” Alaska said, holding Sharon’s stare.

“WHY WOULD YOU BE MORE IMPORTANT? YOU LEFT ME. YOU GAVE UP ON ME” Sharon shouted, and Alaska could see that she was definitely sad and choleric, both at the same time.

————————————————————–

Meanwhile, at the bar, Katya was biting the straw of her coke. Everyone was having fun and getting drunk and she wasn’t doing none of those. Since one week ago, all that came to her mind when she wasn’t on stage was Sharon. Sharon’s white eyes, tiny waist, and scary laugh. Aaron’s blue eyes, plump lips and perfect smile. She knew that she wasn’t falling in love, but she also knew that it was more than just a screw. It was the necessity of having someone special while touring, and Sharon was definitely special.

Other queens would just drink, but she couldn’t do that either, so she felt in a dead-end street. She was also scared of Alaska finding out, she had moved on, but she could be very possessive too. Katya was deciding whether if she should tell Sharon what she felt or not when she heard it: Voices screaming and shouting at eachother. As she had nothing better to do, she took her coke and discreetly went to the backstage area, expecting to find some crazy fans or Michelle yelling at the staff. The voices became more and more clear until she recognized Sharon and Alaska having an argument. She didn’t move forward anymore and stood there, just listening, the wall not letting her see.

“I DIDN’T GAVE UP ON YOU, YOU ENDED THE RELATIONSHIP, YOU MORON!” Alaska shouted, finally, not because she needed to, but because she was getting nervous.

“YOU THOUGHT THAT I WAS BAD FOR YOU AND YOUR CAREER” Sharon responded.

“AND YOU WERE! LOOK AT ME NOW! I’M SOBER AND FAMOUS!”

“FUCK YOU!” Sharon sounded so mad. A loud noise of crystal breaking into pieces and then silence, all silence.

Katya, who really appreciated Alaska after all, thought that Sharon might had smashed a bottle against Alaska, so she put out her head to see the scene and check if everything was alright. It took her some seconds to realize that they were actually kissing.

Sharon’s fists were menacing, but Alaska was tightly gripping her wrists so that they were hanging on both sides of Sharon, not really ready to punch. One of Sharon’s hands was bloody, and the broken mirror next to them definitely had something to do with it. Alaska passionately kissed Sharon, leaning over her. First it was just lips pressed together, but eventually they began to open their mouths and let their tongues meet like in old times. Katya saw how Sharon’s fists started to relax until they were completely gone, and she rested her hands on Alaska’s padded hips. Alaska smiled in the middle of the kiss, glad because Sharon had finally relaxed, and Katya felt a punch in the stomach. She wasn’t jealous, it was the other way around. Alaska was so happy, and Katya felt so guilty for feeling attracted to Sharon.

Sharon rapidly caught Alaska’s bottom lip and aggresively bit on it. Alaska whined between pain and pleasure and they began kissing again, but this time Sharon pressed her against the dresser. Sharon’s hands softly rubbed Alaska’s ass, wanting flesh but finding just pads. The younger queen threw her head back, revealing the pale and thin skin of her neck. Sharon slowly kissed her jaw before softly licking her lover’s neck with flat tongue. Then, she bit down on it and Katya could see that she was leaving red marks of her perfect teeth all over. Alaska moaned uncontrollaby, long nails scratching Sharon’s exposed arms.

Still with her head back, closed eyes and a smirk in her lips, Alaska grabbed Sharon’s wig and intentionally pulled it from her head all at once. Sharon made her feel wild and out of control like nobody else could. “Ouch!” Sharon shouted, before biting again the soft flesh of her neck. Katya giggled in the corner, feeling a bit deja vu from their experience on the couch.

Sharon slammed hard Alaska against the mirror, causing some minor cuts in her back from the broken crystals, and undressed the blonde, who groaned in pleasant pain. First, she carefully took off the tiny tank top that Alaska was wearing, revealing a perfect chest. Then, she took off her skirt until her lover was just in pantyhose and the large blonde wig. Alaska quickly took off Sharon’s dress with lustful eyes and shaky hands.

Katya knew that she had to leave in that exact moment, if she didn’t want to become a voyeur. She was crawling to the bar’s door, ready to leave the lovebirds alone, when she heard the very first chords of “Roar” by Katy Perry in the dance floor.

“No fucking way” She said, still on her fours. She had two options, that suddenly appeared in her mind, sketched like an UNHhhh episode’s edit. She could be a good friend, leave the couple alone, go to the bar and dance to the song that got her eliminated in Rupaul’s Drag Race, OR she could be a really bad friend and go watch her buddies fuck. In her mind, a sad Katya dressed like Hello Kitty danced, while by her side, Alaska and Sharon were happily making ‘combos’ while fucking.

She crawled all her way back to her privileged seat at the backstage and whispered to herself: “Choices”, sounding just like Tati. She slurped some coke through her straw and saw the couple get totally naked. “Here we go, Barbara” She murmured.

Sharon was finally Aaron, the only drag trace left on his body being his perfect makeup. He fell down to his knees in front of Justin. Justin looked funny, his slim unpadded figure mixed with his majestic big blonde wig and perfect mug. Aaron engulfed all of Justin’s lenght, causing him to moan immediately. He ran his tongue all over the head, making Justin tightly grip on his short bleached hair and swear loudly. Katya wished she had some popcorn.

The standing queen bucked hard in the knelt’s mouth, enjoying Aaron’s plump lips and deep throat. Aaron was thirsty and he moaned while savouring the familiar taste of his ex. He felt so guilty, but at the same time he needed to fuck the jealousy out of Justin. Aaron left Justin on the verge of orgasm and pulled apart, tiny tears in the corner of his eyes from the blowjob. Justin knelt in front of his ex and they kissed again, this time recklessly, with crashing teeth and red, sore lips due to the constant bites. They reached for eachothers’ cock and pleased their correspondant lover, moaning in eachother’s mouth while their makeup smeared all over. They looked like art, Katya thought.

Katya was having so much fun, she found the couple especially attractive and despite her growing erection, she convinced herself to stay just as an spectator and nothing else. She was surprised by Aaron’s harsh voice telling Justin to bend. Justin immediately got down on his hands and knees.

“Fuck me hard, Needles” It wasn’t a request, it was an order. Even on her fours Justin sounded dominant as fuck, and Aaron was ready to take control over him.

“Of course, babe” Aaron said with a smirk, feeling powerful and placing himself at Justin’s entrance.

“Here comes the devil, Marty!” Katya told to herself in her Maureen voice. This was a hundred times more entertaining than the dance floor and she was the only lucky one who could see it.

Aaron slipped in his lover, balls deep, without warning, and Justin took it all at once. He moaned loudly as he slowly adjusted to Aaron’s big lenght. “Fuck” the older man said because of Justin’s tightness. He pushed back and forth into Justin mercilessly, causing him to grunt in pleasure.

Katya was mesmerized, watching them was art. There was something so beautiful in watching these two genderless creatures make love furiously. Aaron’s dominant nature reached its maximum while fucking Justin. Every muscle of his body was tense, eyes closed, parted lips, sweat covering his pale skin and his two huge hands possessively grabbing Justin’s small hips. Justin was definitely bottom material, but he was gorgeous and so attractive. Katya slowly admired his slightly more tanned skin and slim figure, covered by Sharon’s black lipstick and blood from the cut. He had his eyes open, but he wasn’t really looking at anything, he was lost in his own pleasure and his eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out at any moment.

Justin felt his own cock really hard against his lower abdomen but the brutal thrusts of Aaron didn’t let him reach for it, he had to rest both of his hands on the floor to keep balance. Every second that passed by he felt a growing blissful sensation in his stomach that he knew too well. He wanted to come so bad, he needed attention on his member but he couldn’t touch himself.

“Oh god, I fucking hate you” Justin said even if the position didn’t let him see Aaron. He obviously didn’t hate Aaron. He hated that there was still something animal inside them that craved eachother. He hated that they were fucking on the floor. He hated wanting Aaron but not being able to love him anymore. And he hated wanting to come so bad but not being able to do it.

“Me too. I hate US” Aaron said, wraping Justin’s wig hair around his hand and pulling it so hard that Justin had to adopt the perfect position, with both his head and butt lined up. He grunted to the mixed sensation of pain in his scalp and deeper penetration in his ass. “Fuck you” Justin said, his long pink nails scratching the grey ground desperately. He was overhelmed by the sensations he was feeling, both in his body and his mind. When Aaron’s tip reached his prostate he thought he was going to pass out from pleasure and desperation and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Katya typed: “I’m watching Madeline Ashton and Helen Sharp fuck” She sent the message to Trixie.

An answer was received immediately: “Who?” Katya rolled her eyes. Who else could she be referring to in the Bots tour?

“Sharon and Alaska, genious”

“WHAT?! Why? Where??” Katya smiled because of Trixie’s excitement and decided to answer to just one question.

“Amsterdam”

Now was Trixie who rolled her eyes in the United States. “Yeah but where?”

“Oh! Dressing room. On the floor. They’re BEASTS!!” Katya looked over the couple once again, who had started dirty talking, maybe to speed up the process.

“Send me a pic or it isn’t happening” Trixie dared to say.

“You know that if that picture goes viral Sharon will kill me with her bare hands. No way.”

“Well send an audio then.”

Katya wanted to please Trixie and she recorded a short 10 second-long audio where all you could hear was gay sex, groans and Alaska’s voice saying “Fuck me harder, Sh-!”

Trixie almost fell off her chair. She wasn’t believing one damn shit Katya was saying until that moment. “O M G” She texted back.

“I KNOW” Katya said

“People say Alaska’s wiener is huge.” It wasn’t even a question but Katya knew what Trixie wanted to know.

“Not even close to yours, Trix”

“AHHHH SHUT UP!!” Katya laughed at the fake offended Trixie. “Gotta go to work, ttyl” Katya smiled to the screen, texted “Love u” and looked at the couple again.

“Fuck I need to come. Touch me, Sharon” Justin begged, almost crying. Aaron tugged hard once again Justin’s wig and forced him to stand just on his knees, Aaron’s dick deep still inside him. Katya visually devoured the couple, Justin’s back pressed against Aaron’s chest, and Justin’s painfully hard cock that almost reached his stomach. Aaron, also on his knees, wrapped his arms around his lover’s torso, softly caressing his nipples and protruding ribs.

“Sharon t-” Justin sounded desperate and Katya was sure that she had never seen him so vulnerable. From beast to angel. Aaron wrapped then his hand around Justin’s cock base and whispered: “Shh, it’s ok babygirl” He squeezed it a few times causing the youger queen to moan and leak a bit of precum, he was so close.

“Fuck, Justin” Aaron said, trying to hold back the orgasm as much as possible even if all he needed to come was hearing Justin moaning. He energetically thrusted into his lover’s round ass while Justin desperately bucked into his hand.

They came and Katya almost screamed in thrill. Justin, despite his huge wig, had turned his head to desperately kiss Aaron. Aaron embraced Justin from behind with one arm while the other hand pleased the taller queen’s demanding dick. Justin, who was extremely flexible, rested his left arm on Aaron’s hips, while he tangled his right hand in the blonde’s hair. In this uncomfortable yet inviting posture, they merged in a dreamy kiss that ended with them moaning in eachother’s mouth and biting eachother’s lips.

Katya wanted to applaud. She was captivated. She wanted to watch the whole thing again. Or did she wanted to join?

One last loud moan from Justin and they both collapsed on the floor panting. “Fuck” Aaron whispered pulling out of Justin, lighting up a cigarrette and smoking it while laying naked on the floor. Justin slipped the cigarrette from Aaron’s fingers and took a drag. Then, he let out the smoke slowly.

“Bet Katyaaa doesn’t make you cum THAT wayyy” Justin slowly said, and Katya almost squealed. Alaska knew. Alaska knew about Sharon and her. Alaska knew and probably that’s why she was laying naked on the floor with Sharon, to prove herself she could do it again. Katya wanted to escape the room as soon as possible before they found her.

Aaron giggled. “You competitive bitch” he said, taking back the cigarrette from Justin’s hand to his mouth. They stared at eachother and Justin decided it was the right time to leave, before getting caught in Aaron’s blue eyes.

Justin took all his clothes from the floor and started walking away, wearing only the huge wig and long nails. When he reached the bathroom’s door he muttered a shy “Bye Shazza”

“Night Lasky” Aaron said, looking at the ceiling while smoking.