#they're just gals being pals

[shadoobee]

Even tho I know that line in Down The Road Apiece is supposed to be about Charlie McCoy when I listen to the Stones' version I can't hear anything other than "a cat they call Charlie my boy" and for years before listening to Chuck Berry's one I was perfectly okay with Mick calling Charlie his boy

[randomnameless]

Catherine and Shamir's partnership :

Catherine is real cold.

She suggests they train, as partners do, to warm up. Because it counts as exercice, and body warmth, and all that stuff.

Shamir gets really intense with that "training", which surprises Catherine but hey, that's normal, between partners.

And they end up warm, happy and sweaty.

As partners often end up after an intense session of training.

[lutheban]

Just gals being pals, right?

again thinking about what if canon!payneland meet fem!payneland the girls are a bit ahead of them kjk

[dykespence]

[streamdotpng]

"I'll be cooking today so set the table," Wednesday points out and Enid stills from her spot, the plates already in her hand.

The werewolf looks at it then looks back to her roommate.

She was already planning too, but alright.

"Kayyy," Enid chirps, boppin to some music as she walked past the kitchen.

When the food is done and Enid washes the dishes, she humms a question when Wednesday pops in next to her in all her dark glory.

"I'll dry the dishes," she says like they haven't done this several times before.

Enid grins in reply, swaying a lil as she soaps another dish. "thank you Weds!"

-

"help me with taxes," Wednesday, the business major that she is, mentions one day.

Enid, a literature student who hasn't touched a lick of math unless needed too; "o okay?"

And so they do taxes together. Enid has never been so lost with such things but hey! her roomie seems to be having fun, if the way she's intently staring said anything.

-

"build a home with me," Wednesday states, leaning on the doorframe.

Enid gives a smile and tilts her head, absolutely confused but this is Wednesday and she doesn't give context.

"okay!" she agrees before continuing her nails with Thing. If the appendage could raise a brow it would.

She's sure she has some property somewhere, maybe she should call dad about that.

-

"goodnight," Wednesday says from beside her.

Enid brushes her lips against the crown of her head in reply, "night,"

It isn't until a few moments in does something click in the werewolf's head, like everything suddenly smacked onto her in full force. Her breath hitches and a realization dawns.

Wait, a moment. Are we dating?

The ring that Wednesday gifted her feels alot more meaningful now.

[laurenablack]

Fully convinced Kelsey and Trudy sit down at Trudy's house to listen to Twlight Zone-esque spooky radio programs and eat popcorn.

They yell and throw things at anyone who interrupts them

[mightyflowerwitch]

I was gonna wait on posting this till I had more, but I don't think I can top how accurate this text post is for these two.

[sawedofffeet]

Sorry for yuri-fying them, your Honor. I will do it again.

Dr. Laura Gordon and Amanda Stanheight? Adamina? Addy? Amy? I dunno

[slashthrashandcrash]

Assumption: you're a huge lesbian but cannot actually talk to girls

Denied!

[higekki-a]

@wystirea wrote: Truly, she couldn’t help herself. Having a rare moment to relax, to indulge themselves as young women rather than warriors. She has toyed and played with the other girl’s hair, setting it neatly back into the thick braids. But eyes fall back to her vanity, ideas sparking to life as she opens the jar of color. Fingers press against the love pillar’s cheek as the soft brush of make up runs over her lips. It’s the same soft hue of pink that the Insect pillar herself so enjoys. It suits her as far as she was concerned. ‘ That color looks good on you, don’t you think~? ‘

shinobu is so pretty.

soft green eyes stare up at the other girl in wonder, breath held and lips pursed as delicate hands gently apply the soft pink lip color. will it look good, or will it draw too much attention to the pink of her hair? is it going to clash? she's always tended to avoid anything but eyeliner in fear that an overabundance of colors would be labeled as attention seeking. but if shinobu thinks it looks nice...

she turns her head to look into the mirror, blinking a few times as she does so, her eyes taking a moment to adjust from the transition from staring at something so close to looking at something further away. the insect hashira is right... it does look good on her, doesn't it?

" i think it looks good because you chose it, shinobu-chan. " the words come out softer than she had intended, red creeping through her cheeks the instant they leave her lips. was that too forward? no, surely it's alright. shinobu would understand, right? she's one of the most understanding people mitsuri's ever met. even without being told, she seems to understand...

" it's nice spending time with you like this. just us girls, i mean. it's nice. "

[boyslit]

Penelope and Robin bc i am up far too late 😔💗✨

[randomnameless]

Fellas,

Is it just being “pals” saying things like this to your “partner” ?

“Even if one day, we can’t have each other’s backs, our hearts will always be together. That’s all.”

I mean, both Shamir and Catherine cannot support F!Billy, so it means they are very straight, and this line here is just how people express their friendship.

BTW, I still like how this “ Scared? …You? The one who isn’t afraid of anything? The great ”Thunder Catherine,” who’s [so terrifying that] even a crying child would shut up and run away still naked?” was lolcalised to “The terrible “Thunder Catherine,” afraid? I thought you weren’t afraid of anything.”

Oh well.

[rodneywaber-archive]

the bad list - z berg and ryan ross

i fall for the same face every time - z berg

[forfuckssakejim]

aksdlf;jsdflkadsjf T'POL REALLY SAID "MAKE OUT WITH ME" WHILE SHE AND HOSHI WERE TRAPPED ON A KLINGON SHIP. LKSAFJSD;A

[miguxadraws]

Don't worry guys they're just gals being pals

[angelfrombeneth]

'TENNIS' - A . DONALDSON

Sexual Content Ahead

Stanford!Art Donaldson x StanfordCheerleader!Mixed + Chubby Reader

Summary: In which Art gets caught doing 'Tennis' and Reader would love to learn.

Warnings: Sexual Content, SMUT, Switch!Art, Switch!Reader, Fluffy moments, Art is boyfriend material

Note: The council has spoken here, and I bring to you. Art Donaldson being hot.

You and Art were to the side of the tennis court, conversating in your short break before both of your extracurriculars started.

"Do you like my new nails" You smiled at him, showing your hands to him as he took ahold of them.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to each of your wrists. "They're definitely long, but whatever you like love"

He let go of your hands, sighing as his hands slid up the back of your thighs and he toyed with the back of your skirt.

"You're so hot.. It drives me insane" He groans.

"I know it drives you insane.. Why do you think I always conviently turn up to all your warm up sessions in my uniform" You giggled.

You were a Stanford Cheerleader. You never thought you would be interested in the sport but when you saw the cute outfits you knew you had to do it.

At first you were hesistant. There wasn't many people that looked like you but then you realised why should you limit yourself.

But when you met Art it drove him insane. The way your ass would sit just slightly out from below your skirt. Your plush thighs squeezed into the get up. He was obsessed.

You had met Art through Tashi, a family friend and your go to gal pal. She even told you about the duo, initially when she came back from the US Open. Blurting about how he's your type to a T. And well this is how you got here.

"I feel like you do it on purpose to throw me off my game" He raised his eyebrow as his tongue darts out across his chapped lips.

"Art, not everything is about you" You chuckled, your hands sliding up the back of his thighs as your thumbs slipped under his shorts, caressing the skin.

He smiled down at you as his hands reached up to each side of your face. Caressing your cheeks softly as you peered up at him.

"I like when everything's about me though" He smirked, pecking your lips softly.

"We know" You both pulled apart as you looked at Tashi, smiling at the two of you.

"Don't stop, it was getting entertaining" Patrick piped up behind Tashi.

"Fuck off" Art groaned.

You smiled at the three of them. "I have practice anyway, so I'll see you later?" You peered up at Art.

He nodded softly as he pulled your arm, you hit his chest softly as his hand caressed your cheek once more as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

You smiled, kissing him back softly. His lips were so soft you could do it all day.

You heard someone clear their throat as you both pulled away and turned to Art's hitting partner.

"You're late" He quipped.

Art rolled his eyes, pecking your lips once more as he tapped your ass lightly before walking into the court. Tashi and Patrick passed you, giving you a light smile and nod as they followed Art.

After your practice you made your way towards Art's dorm. You went to knock on the door you knew he'd be in.

As your hand reached the door you paused, hovering above the painted wood as you pressed your ear to the door, hearing soft moans from inside.

Your face contorted as you were confused. You were rational, the first thing you did was grab that damn door handle and shove it open. If someone was with YOUR man, they'd feel your rage.

Instead you stood at the door, face to face with an extremely flushed and sweaty Art. His shirt clutched between his teeth. His hair pushed back and arm over his eyes as his fist was closed over his cock as his fisted his fist.

You snapped out of the trance quickly shutting the door behind you as Art's arm flew off his eyes as he sat up and looked at you like a deer caught in headlights.

"Fuck- Y/N" He scrambled, pulling his duvet up over himself as he stared at you. His cheeks gaining slightly more and more pinkish as you stalked closer to him. "Its not what it looks like- Its.. uh.. tennis" He stuttered as he grabbed his racket off the floor.

"Nothing I haven't seen before" You cooed, pulling at the duvet as you sat beside him. "Tennis?" You laughed. Your hand sliding up his bare thigh softly, your acrylics lightly scraping against his skin. "Teach me how to play".

His gulp was audible. You peered up at him as a smirk tugged on your lips as you shimmied closer to him, your hand dangerously close to his dick, which was red and leaking.

"This is so embarassing.." He gritted his teeth as he stared at you. "I didn't want you to see me like this-" He covered his face.

You chuckled softly, taking ahold of the base of his shaft as you softly caressed the skin, as you pulled his hands from his face.

"I think you look so cute when your embarrassed" You smiled at him, licking your lips glossy as he stared at you.

It only took a moment before his lips crashed onto yours as you lifted your free hand to his neck, pulling him closer as you began to work on slowly jerking him off. Of course you were going to let him finish.

The way his tongue glided over yours, his kisses were so needy you craved for more. His soft groans and light whines as his hips bucked up into your hand. The way his hands gripped onto your hips as he pratically fucked your mouth with his tongue. God he was such a good fucking kisser.

You pulled away, licking your lips as you panted slightly, your hand still keeping a good pace on his dick as he leaned his head back and groaned softly. A light 'fuck' leaving his lips. You watched as his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. The way sweat dripped down his face to his neck, the way his hair began to stick upon his skin. Art Donaldson was a piece of fucking art.

You stopped abruptly pulling away as you stood up. Art felt your presence shift and shot his head back up as he looked at you with such needy eyes. The way his eyes yearned for more. Yearned for your touch. Yearned for you.

"Don't go.." He whispered as his glossy, swallowed plump lips shimmered against the shitty lighting of his dorm.

"I'm not going anywhere babe" You smiled, sliding your hand along his dick once more as you smirked at him. Making sure your acrylics lightly tickled the muscle as you pulled away. "Just making this easier for both of us" You pulled off your safety shorts from below your cheer uniform, along with your panties as you climbed ontop of him.

One thing about Art he loved you in skirts. Even more so if it was your cheer uniform.

You caged him in below you, legs either side of his as you, slid your hands up his lower body, sliding it up under his shirt as you sighed sensually in his ear. "Take it off.."

Art was quick with it, yanking off his shirt and throwing it across the room as you smiled, your acrylics dancing across his chest as you dipped down and licked all the way up his chiseled abs. You peered up, smirking as you locked eyes with him, sucking your bottom lip in as you bit onto it.

You leaned in, kissing across his collarbone, lightly sucking the skin as you traveled up his neck. Soft sighs leaving his mouth as your hand slid up his neck to wrap around it, softly gripping it as you turned his head and sucked on his earlobe.

"Take my top off Art..." You sighed softly, letting go of him as you sat up and watched him.

You watched as he sat up against the back of the bed. The both of you moving for a brief moment before he latched onto the bottom of your cheer top, pulling it off in one swoop. Your breasts falling out infront of him as he dropped the top beside the bed.

"Good boy" You smiled, leaning forward and pecking his lips. You softly caressed his cheek as you smiled at him.

"Do you want me to fuck you Art. Or do you want to fuck me?" You held his jaw as you stared at him, his eyes focusing on you but from time to time would glance down at your bare breasts. You couldn't blame him.

"I want you.." He grit his teeth.

You smiled, pecking his lips, your heart in your throat as you tried to steady your breaths. You hovered over him, as you slowly sunk down onto him. A sharp gasp leaving your lips as you felt him fully in.

You began to rock back and forth against him, humming as your hands pressed down against his chest as you pratically got yourself off on his dick. The way he'd watch you like you were a god given creature. He worshiped you.

You bit your lip, sighing softly as you bucked your hips against him, panting as your hands slid up to his shoulders as you held them tightly, bouncing your ass against him.

"Mhmm yeah- Fuck.. such a good boy" You moaned softly, grinding down hard against him. You wanted to feel ALL of him.

"Mhmm-" He whined as his hands slid up over your breasts, squeezing them as you picked up the pace riding his fast as you bounced quicker up and down against him.

Strings of 'yes' and 'fuck's left your lips repeatedly as you squeezed his shoulders. Your head hanging low as you moaned.

He noticed your pace slow down as you grew tired. He supported you up as he shimmed slightly. "Baby I got it.. Let me take it from here"

You nodded, biting your lip as you pouted at him, moans still leaving your mouth, as you leaned down and layed against him, sucking on his neck.

"I'll be gentle-"

"Fuck no. Art just fuck me" You hissed cutting him off as you bit down on his neck.

Effortlessly he picked you up, a soft whine leaving your lips as he layed you back against his chest as he situated himself, before pushing back into you. "Don't be so vulgar, where are your fucking manners" His lips against your neck as he let out a laugh, softly pecking the skin, as his legs spread below you as he started to piston up into you.

"FUCK-" You yelped, arching your back against him. His arm tightly across your stomach holding you in position. Your hands flying onto your breasts as you squeezed them tightly.

His pace became short but rough. The way his hips would recoil into yours harshly, his skin slapping against yours as you let out a harsh shriek.

You bit you lip, leaning your head back against his shoulder as he fucked you. Art was a soft soul, a good boyfriend. But sometimes he was an animal. A filthy fucking animal.

He threw you forward into all fours as you scrambled to hold yourself up. Still pushed inside of you as he gripped your hips, forcing you to recoil against him. His thrusts growing rougher with each other.

You reached forward, listing the duvet as continous strings of moans and pleas left your lips.

"A-Art.. fuck I'm cumming-" You gasped,your ass slapping against his abdomen.

Art pulled your arm up, as you balanced on your knees as his hands snaked around you to case you in as he thrusted up into you. Your eyes rolling back as you gasped. The way his tip perfectly curved into your g-spot had you speechless everytime.

"Good girl.. Come on.. let's cum together" He grit his teeth, his hand reaching to rub your clit as you gasped out. The pleasure was too much and you loved it. You went limp in his arms as your body twitched. He held you up and closr, his biceps tensed as he held you tight thrusting a few more times up into before a guttural moan leaves his lips.

His grip on your releases as you fall forward onto the bed as your body twitches as you cum harshly against his cock.

Quickly, Art pulls out, jerking himself off as he came all over the sheets beside you. He was panting loudly before he leaned back crashing against the pillows behind him.

"Fuck-" He pants, his hand sliding over his face as he stares at you.

You have since turned around, snuggling against him as you chuckle. "I fucking love tennis" You smirked.

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