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Ancient history can be oddly amusing at times

Once, in high school, I read an excerpt from an account by a Roman soldier of an unsuccessful attempt to take over part of Ireland or pre-Roman-influence Britain. He was talking about how he had been fighting a Celt man and had nearly beaten him.

Except he hadn’t counted on one thing.

The Celt was married.

Apparently, over the hill in high dudgeon came a giant of a woman with her whole body painted red. She stormed over to the Celt and the Roman like “Hey, who do you think you are, picking on my smol husband? Back off!”

And from what I remember reading, she knocked the Roman down, picked up her husband under one arm, and marched off.
Presumably, the Roman wasn’t too much the worse for wear, as he had to have survived long enough to write his “Celt women are terrifying” report.

Brother’s Best Friend (M)

Jaehyun x Reader (feat. Johnny)

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre: Smut, Slight angst

A/N: My first published smut ayy.. I was stuck on this for a while but last night lordt I just went on one and finished it at like 4am lmao… Ty to my FLOwer (@nctreacting) for helping me out with this 💕

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It’s Friday I’m in Love

It was on a Monday that Richie Tozier met Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie was 5 and Eddie was 6 and Richie knew instantly that Eddie was going to be his best friend.
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It was on a Tuesday that Richie learned that sometimes boys liked other boys the way that they were supposed to like girls.

Richie was 7 and in the grocery store with his mother. He saw two teenage boys holding hands and he pulled on his mum’s sleeve, and asked her, why those boys were holding hands? And she told him “because they like each other, Richie. More than boys should like each other. Stop looking at them” and then she dragged him away from where the two boys stood laughing to each other.

When Richie saw Eddie at school the next day, he asked him “Hey Eddie, we like each other, right?”

“Of course we do Richie” Eddie said, without looking up from the book he was reading.

Richie looked down at where Eddie’s hand was held in his own, and nodded. Of course they like each other.
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It was on a Wednesday that Richie realised what the way that he liked Eddie really meant.

He was 11 and while his friends all talked about wanting to kiss girls like Beverly Marsh on the lips and wanting to hold her hand at lunchtime, the only lips that Richie wanted to kiss was Eddie’s. The only hand that had ever felt right in his was Eddie’s.

Richie wondered what this revelation would mean for his and Eddie’s friendship. Whilst Eddie had never spoke of wanting to kiss girls, he had also never spoke of wanting to kiss Richie. And Eddie still looked at Richie the way that he always had. He still felt the way he had always felt about Richie.
-

It was on a Thursday that Richie finally kissed Eddie.

Richie had just turned 13 and every single time he saw Eddie his heart would race and his stomach would erupt in butterflies. When Richie pressed his lips against Eddie’s in a sudden impulsive movement, he thought that for sure it would be the end of their friendship. That Eddie would hate him for it. But when he felt Eddie’s lips move against his, God, he was filled with such an incredible indescribable joy.

He was drowning. He was drowning in happiness, he was drowning in Eddie, and he didn’t want to be saved.
-

It was on a Friday that Richie was in love with Eddie.

They were 14 and it had been coming for a while now. Being around Eddie filled Richie with such a painful happiness, as if every part of him was on fire but in the most beautiful way and he never wanted it to stop. It was as though Richie had been standing at the edge of a cliff, and now, lying on Richie’s bed next to Eddie, Richie jumped. With no hesitations or second thoughts, he let himself fall down, and down and he was gone.

The thing is though, Eddie hadn’t jumped with him.
-

It was on a Saturday that Richie felt heartbreak for the first time in his life.

He was 17 and his knuckles were covered in his best friend’s blood. Richie had felt his entire world crumble around him, felt his reality slipping, when he walked into Eddie’s bedroom to see him sat on Bill Denbrough’s lap. An incriminating purple bruise was half visible under the collar of Bill’s shirt and Eddie’s traitorous fingers were tangled in Bill’s hair.

Ironically, it had been Bill who had apologised to Richie, blood dripping from his nose, telling him that he was sorry, that they hadn’t meant for it to happen, that it didn’t mean anything. Bill’s words barely reached Richie though, because all he could hear was his own heartbeat in his ears, and he couldn’t see Bill from where he stood in front of Richie. All he could see was Eddie. Sat on his bed, not saying a word. His bottom lip between his teeth, and his hands clasped tightly in his lap, but no trace of sorrow or regret on his face.

Eddie’s eyes held contact with his. Richie’s vision was blurred with the tears that he didn’t realise had been falling.

“I hate you” Richie lied. But still, Eddie said nothing.
-

It was on a Sunday that Richie Tozier left Derry.

He was 18 and he had no intention of ever going back.

Sense8 Season 2 Poster Analysis:

First, I’m going to do a technical summary about the new season 2 poster, listing important details for you to understand, “the psychological analysis”.

Clarification: I am a qualified graphics designer.

The poster has a lot of details that are very important, and there are themes that are present throughout the design: For instance: There is a variation between gradients and lights - The objective: complexity vs minimalist.

Sense8’s Poster has a degraded background which is blue-white-grey and it also has warm and cold lighting. This lighting stands out in specific points, creating luminance & contrast.

Rule of Thirds: The poster is divided exactly in this way:

Here we can see six imaginary lines. These lines show us important details at the crossing points. Our brain sees the poster from left to right and from top to bottom.

First point (left up): Will’s face.

Second point (right down): Capheus’s body.

Third point (left up): Kala’s body.

Fourth point (right down): Building - This point doesn’t seem to matter

Instead, the lines make us to read the poster this way:

Vertical left line: Sun - Will - Titles

Vertical right line: Kalagang - Cities

Horizontal up line: Will (again) - Lito

Horizontal down line: Riley

Also, like I said, we read the poster from left-up to right-down. Like this:

It redirects our mind with the different directions of the character’s faces.

Sun looks towards the opposite side of our view: from right to left. Some asiatic countries read this way.

Wolfgang + Kala: Their direction is the opposite as Sun’s, and they are the only ones who are shown together in the same shot. This could be telling us that they will be going down the same road, like a journey together.

Will + Lito: Both of them are looking towards the front. This could be telling us that they are going to advance a lot when it comes to their individual plots & story lines.

Capheus: He is looking in the same direction as Sun, towards the left. Sincerely, I don’t like this because it looks as though he turns his back on Riley and Nomi. Capheus faces the opposite side, but not like Sun. You can tell that she is looking towards the front, but he is looking down, and he looks worried. I DON’T LIKE THIS.

But if I don’t like Capheus’ position, I hate Nomi’s. It is horrible. First, she doesn’t even fall on an important line. She is looking far right and it seems she is a bit isolated from the rest.

Psychological Sensory (Three blocks):

Orange: Serious and decisive looks towards a certain point represent a goal.

Purple: Lost and serious looks, with an open mouth - something to say perhaps?

Green: You can calm down. Relax - happiness.

Lastly, love in the Cluster:

Pink: They are distant. I don’t know if that’s a good sign or not (they always try to fool us or throw us off). I have the sensation that this is for a particular reason though. Maybe Riley and Will will be separated in a physical way this season. Also, I would like to put an emphasis on Will. He appears bigger, while Riley has more of her body in the poster. All of this equilibrates the couple.

Blue: Togetherness. The opposite to Blueski, who is an important part of the poster. Both are in different places and this separates them. But Kala+Wolfgang are together. Are they trying to telling us that Kalagang is going to be physically together this season? I want to believe that this is true, and my instincts tell me I am right - I’m crazy, sorry.

Other objects in the poster:

The buildings from each country tell us that they are united as a cluster, and that they are all connected through the same line.

“Sobreviviendo. Juntos” or “Survive. Together” is the definition of the season - The trailer says the same kind of message.

In big letters we have “SENSE8”, although it is in the corner of the poster, which grabs less attention - for me, this is an error - It would have been preferable in the upper corner. Until now I haven’t read the date - May 5th - because it is so small. This is a problem.

Lighting: This caught my attention. The poster has a warm stroke across it. Kalagang and Lito+Nomi are highlighted. This light is a way to create unity and bring attention to certain points.

Conclusion:

It’s a very different poster if we compare it to the poster from season 1 - The 8 unrecognizable faces - But in this case, they show us the 8 sensates with a different attitude, unity… For me, the characters that are less prominent in the poster are Nomi and Capheus. Lito is in the center and he look like a boss - I like it - But the main point of the poster is Will, he is graphically tagged. Although our hearts say “Oh Kalagang, OMG!”, our brain says: “Why do you look so serious Will?”. There are a lot of conflicting moods coming from all 8 of them. Sun is a big point too - Look at her size - And all of this is in the trailer as well; Will and Sun are the point of attention while Kalagang is shown very little and the others are just there somehow.

For me the poster is beautiful, it’s beautifully composed - there are always some mistakes, especially through the eyes of another (it’s all perspective) - I think that they don’t tell us so much, but at the same time they tell us many things - just like the trailer. They gave us a basic idea of season without leaving us with much more than the obvious.

Thank u @ww-n-double-d for making my English better, you are gold!

I hope you enjoy the analysis and I hope to hear your opinions about it!

Cabin//pt. 4

(The outfit in this takes place in this part and this is the only pic that I actually found that is more on the high quality end)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, friend!au

Warning: Graphic smut. I mean it’s a smut buddy, what do ya expect?

Authors Note: AHHHH!!!! IM SORRY THIS IS COMING OUT SO LATEE. Tumblr had deleted this entire post so I had to rewrite the whole thing and it was the most frustrating thing I’ve ever done. SMUT. So we’ve finally arrived in nasty town, eh? I am so proud of this chapter because I feel like I really love the balance of cuteness and sexy time, and this is completely my version of romance, I think this kind of stuff is more romantic and cute than like a fancy dinner ya know? Ha ha anyway, thank you for understanding that I’m a full time student and sometimes it’s really hard for me to write. Thank you guys for being so patient ENJOY, CABIN PART 4.

Pt: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

“Yeah yeah Mom don’t worry, he’s gotten a lot friendlier.”
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Your mom had decided to spend the rest of the day around the cabin so she could drive back to the lodge at around 7:30.

Baekhyun woke up from his “nap” about an hour after your mom got to the cabin. Turns out he had actually fallen asleep and walked out into the living room where you and your mom were sitting with bed hair and the sexiest raspy voice you’ve ever heard in your entire goddamn life.

You all just laid around the whole day, skipping through Netflix and going back to reading Fahrenheit 451 while also trying to stay as far away from Baekhyun as you could so you wouldn’t be tempted while your mom was here.


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“Well everything looks good here.” Your mom says while giving you a hug, “I’ll be back on Friday okay?”

You hug her back, “We’ll be okay, go have fun at the retreat.”

She gives you a kiss on your forehead, “Okay sweetie, you be good.” She looks up and waves to Baekhyun who is currently on the couch shoving a handful of goldfish into his mouth, “bye Baekhyun.” He gives her a smile and a wave back before she’s out the door and you can see the headlight of her car driving down the street.

Now it’s just you and Baekhyun alone. Again.

You hear his deep chuckle behind you, “well that was close.”

You turn around and laugh too, “I know, if she had come back two minutes before.” You make your way to the couch and sit, sprawling your legs across Baekhyun’s lap while he takes in another handful of goldfish.

“Did she suspect anything?” His hand lays on your knee, sending a chill throughout your body.

“Not even a little bit, when she got here she thought we still hated each other.” You reach over to take some goldfish for yourself.


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As you open your eyes you see Baekhyun looking down at you with a sleepish grin.

You take a sharp inhale in and close your eyes for a loud yawn, “good morning.”

Baekhyun returns your ‘good morning’ and unwraps his limbs from around you to stretch.

You two had spent the rest of the evening watching the Avengers until about 1:30am when you decided it was time to sleep. You nestled yourself into Baekhyun’s chest, and just when you were about to fall asleep you felt his lips graze yours. When you looked at him he just had a smile on his face and reached down to plant a warm kiss onto your lips. “Goodnight.”

“What do you want for breakfast?” you asked through another deep yawn.

He runs a hand through his messy hair, “I don’t know, what sounds good?”

“Mmmm, bacon sounds good.” [pun intended]

“Agreed, aaaaaaaannnd… pancakes?” He gives you puppy dog eyes

You smile, “yes and pancakes, would you like to make them?”

He smiles and jumps up from the bed, racing to the kitchen to bless your taste buds with his pancakes.

After brushing your teeth, you enter the kitchen to hear Junk Of the Heart by the Kooks blasting through the kitchen, Baekhyun at the stove happily dancing and singing along. You really weren’t lying when you were sleep talking yesterday, his voice is so lovely.


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“What do you want to do today?” You ask, shoveling the last piece of pancake into your mouth.

Baekhyun smiles, also cleaning his plate. “We can go exploring today? You know, go find a cool tree, maybe some cool rocks.” He giggles before rising from the table to put his dish in the sink.

“You know, I think that’s a wonderful idea. I need a couple new cool rocks.”

He looks at the clock on the stove, “Well it’s 8:30, do you wanna go at 9:00?”

You nod and stand, discarding your plate in the sink so you could go get ready.

You take a nice shower and dry off, Baekhyun stepping into the shower just after you.

You decide to wear a pink summer dress that goes down to your knees with little buttons down the front, taking a white scarf to tie around your head as a headband before pairing it with white vans

“You ready?”

You turn around to see Baekhyun wearing a red plaid shirt with suspenders, black skinny jeans and a black top hat that matches his dark locks perfectly.

“Yeah, um,” You go and pick up your yellow Fjallraven Kanken backpack, “What should we bring? Like snacks? Maybe a weapon of some sort?” You walk over to the small window seat where your books are displayed, picking up               Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire for yourself.

“My Dad left me a pocket knife,” he walks over to his suitcase and pulls a small black knife out of the front pocket, flipping the knife out to show you, “and there’s a hammer in the tool box that you could put in your bag?” He flips the knife back in and tucks it in his back pocket for safe keeping.

You nod and walk down the hallway, Baekhyun following behind you. You turn into the kitchen, “You go get the hammer and I’ll pack us some snacks.”

You rummage through the cabinets; your mom had gone grocery shopping while she was here, thank god. You put various snacks in little plastic baggies, along with a couple waters and some bottles of lemonade you found in the back of the fridge.

Baekhyun reappears with a small hammer, “OH oh! Pack me some animal crackers will ya?” He hands you the hammer to put into your backpack.

“Already did,” you laugh “You ready?”

“Yep.”

You shove one last apple and your speaker in your bag and head out the door.
You stop once you’re outside, “Which way? We could go into the forest, or around the lake?” You point in each direction for emphasis.

“We’ve explored around the lake a million times, lets go in there.” Baekhyun starts heading into the sea of trees, you following close behind

You two walk for about twenty minutes, mentally marking trees and other things so you could easily find your way back. The forest floor was littered with orange and yellow autumn leaves, crunching beneath your feet as you and Baekhyun were talking about the beauty of it all.

“Look at that tree.” Baekhyun says, pointing to a lone oak tree just off the trail. “Do you wanna go hang out on it?” He’s already walking towards it.

The tree was beautiful. The leaves were all a mixture of yellows and oranges, it’s branches hanging both low and high. The tree looked older than anyone could count.

You climbed up the tree by its branches, taking a seat about 9ft in the air, Baekhyun sitting on a branch a little higher and to the left. You reach into your bag and take out a bag of animal crackers, reaching up to hand them to Baekhyun. He gives you a small thanks and you pull out your Harry Potter book and start to read silently to yourself, enjoying the sounds of the forest.

“What are you reading?” Baekhyun smiles down at you from his branch.

You look up, “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.” You reach into your backpack, which was now hanging from a separate branch, and pull out your speaker.

“Ah, gimme.” Baekhyun reaches down as your hand him the speaker. He takes his phone from his back pocket and connects it. Soon you hear Treehouse by Conan Gray start playing lightly, “read to me young grasshopper, fill my ears with this Harry Potter you speak of.” He tries his best to imitate an old man voice and you giggle. You pick up your book and start reading aloud only stopping to answer Baekhyun’s questions and comments [‘Wait what how old is he?’, ‘Well what the hell does he expect if he’s the chosen one’, ‘I don’t like that guy Cedric, he kind of seems like an ass’, ‘Wait wait wait, she just said he’s 12, I thought he was 14?’, etc.] You had read to him for a while, not even knowing or caring what time it was, both of you just laughing and making fun of things and coming up with various scenarios if you two had gone to Hogwarts.  He laughs, “Jongin and Sehun would totally be the twins. Oh! oh and Chanyeol is Ron, I’m Harry and you’re Hermione.” You laugh about how enthusiastic he’s become about Harry Potter. “I think Kyungsoo would be Draco, and Junmyeon would be Dumbledore.” he continues, still laughing at himself. You grab the apple you packed in your bag and take a bite. I Know a Place also by Conan Gray is playing softly in the background of you two talking.

You keep reading for a while, both occasionally taking swigs from your bottles of lemonade and taking a bite from your apple as Baekhyun peels an orange. You stopped reading when Harry Style’s Sweet Creature started playing on the speaker. With legs crossed and backs resting up against the tree, both closed your eyes and hummed to the tune of the song. 

“This has become one of my favorite places so fast.” You hear Baekhyun say.

You open your eyes and look up at him, “me too. I could sit here for forever.”

You sit in silence as the rest of the song passes, still staying quiet as            
What a Wonderful World X Can’t Help Falling in Love with You by Renee Dominique passes as well; just taking in the sweet smell and scenery of the forest from both of your branches. Looking up, you can see a pool of tree tops and the clouds slowly pass you by.

“It’s 1:30pm already.” Baekhyun announces.

You look at him, shocked. “What? Already?”

“Should we go back to the cabin? Or do you want to explore some more?” He asks, climbing down the tree branch by branch.

You contemplate, “It’s up to you. I mean we could go back to the cabin to make lunch?”

“That sounds nice.” He brushes off the back of his jeans.

You take your backpack and put it your book and bottle of lemonade in it before putting it on. You climb down the tree, Baekhyun grabbing your waist to lift you down when you come into his reach.

“I love this tree.” You say while brushing off your dress.

“Me too, I hope we can find it again.” He looks at the tree with such adoration.

You take off your backpack and unzip it, “I have an idea.” Taking out the hammer, you wedge the flat end into part of the tree, stripping it of the bark. It takes a minute, but soon there’s a patch of bare wood in front of you. “Give me the knife.” Baekhyun reaches into his back pocket and hands it to you, flipping the blade out so you could carve into the tree.

[The first initial of your name]’s And B’s Cool Tree.

You step back, satisfied. Baekhyun takes the knife from your hand. You see him carve something below both of your initials, seeing when he steps back that he had carved the Deathly Hallows. “There, perfect.” He whispers under his breath. You stand admiring it for a while before reaching to untie the scarf from around your head, wrapping it around one of the low hanging branches and tying it into a knot. You smile “There. Now it’s perfect.”

You make your way back to the cabin, shoulder to shoulder with Baekhyun the entire way, laughing and talking about random things.

You walk into the cabin, setting your bag down on one of stools to the kitchen island. “What should we eat for lunch?” You open the fridge contemplating.

“Y/n.” Baekhyun says behind you.

You turn around and gasp at how close he is to you. He steps forward, his chest pressing up against yours. He cups your face and brings his lips down to yours as you place your hands on his chest. His lips tasted like lemonade and you wanted more. He placed his hands at your hips and licked your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. You welcomed him into your mouth, his tongue tasting even more like lemonade. He backed you up till you were against the fridge, your hands threading through his hair. The kiss began to get heated quickly. He tapped your thigh as a sign to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. He presses into you, grinding and leaving open mouthed kisses down your jaw.

“Baekhyun” you moan, feeling him getting harder and harder. “Bedroom.”

He starts to carry you down the hallway until you reached your shared room, setting you down on the bed. His lips suck on the sweet spot below your ear, your breath hitching in your throat. You tug town his suspenders and untuck his shirt, undoing the buttons with excited hands. You push his shirt off, your hands immediately roam his toned body, biting your lip. Baekhyun’s hands start unzipping your dress in the back. You stand, the dress pooling at your feet. The dress had built in cups so you had decided earlier to not wear a bra, Baekhyun’s eyes scanning your bare chest. “Shit.” He whispers to himself before pulling you to him, his lips on your collarbone. His lips travel lower, taking your left nipple into his mouth, sucking and moving his tongue in circles before taking the other into his mouth and doing the same.

“Baek.” You arch into him and he pushes you back until you’re laying on the bed.

You start to scoot upwards Baekhyun climbing up your body, spreading your legs to let him in between as he attacks your lips with his.

You reach down to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his legs before he sits up and removes them all the way, throwing them somewhere in the room. You palm his length through his boxers, feeling him groan into mouth. His fingers start playing with the hem of your panties to ask permission, you lift your hips to give him access. He discards them and running his hands up and down the inside of your thighs. A long finger starts to trail up and down your core, feeling how wet you are.

“Are you sure?” He looks into your eyes.

You nod, “Baekhyun please,” You grip him harder. He sighs and closes his eyes at the pleasure. Letting you finally pull his boxers down, revealing his cock that you had gloriously seen a couple days ago.

You run your thumb over the tip, spreading his precum as enters a finger into you, making you gasp followed by a breathy moan.

You wrap your hand around him, pumping him at the same slow pace before he adds another finger, his thumb circling your clit. “God. Baekhyun.” You throw your head back, closing your eyes.

“Fuck baby.” He groans into your neck, beginning to slowly thrust into your hand.

You push his hand away from you so you could grind on his cock, “Baekhyun please.“ 

That’s when he finally positions himself at your entrance, his tip trailing up and down you, spreading your wetness onto him.

He guides his tip into you, “Fuck you’re so fucking tight.” He hisses, bringing his lips down to yours. You close your eyes at the stretch. “Wait fuck. You aren’t a virgin are you?” He looks at you in panic.

You smile at his wide-eyed expression, “No, this is my third.” you say while you run your hands up and down his arms, feeling how they flex under your touch.

He nods and kisses you again, stopping before entering you inch by inch. Once he’s fully in he pauses kisses your forehead, “Tell me when okay?” You wait a couple seconds before lifting your hips up to signal him to move.

He pulls almost all the way out before sinking back into you slowly. He does this a couple more times, each time becoming more and more pleasurable.

You place one hand on his shoulder, the other in his dark hair. “Faster.” He slowly picks up his speed, thrusting into you until you become a moaning mess.

He lifts your left leg and wraps it around his waist, hitting you deeper than you could ever imagine. “FUCK BAEKHYUN RIGHT THERE” You scream, digging your nails into his shoulders as he brings you to total ecstasy. Sweat and sex filling the room.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Baekhyun moans, his eyes shut tight. He opens his eyes and looks down between your two bodies, shamelessly watching himself leave and enter you in a fast pace, reaching down to rub circles into your clit, drawing gasps from your aching throat.

“I-I fuck, Baek I’m gonna,” You breathed out. He rubbed your clit harder, angling his hips to meet your spot perfectly. You scream his name as your high washes over you, his lips sucking at your neck, all while continuing his ministrations.

As you come down from your orgasm, Baekhyun sits back into a sitting position, lifting you into his lap, “Are you okay baby? Can you keep going?” His voice is deep and raspy, sending tingles straight down to your center.You kiss his neck and nod, guiding him back into you.

You start to bounce on his lap, his hands wrapped around your waist to lift you up and down, your own hooked around his neck. His head is thrown back, mouth slightly parted, letting out the most gorgeous groans and small moans as you bounce on top of him. You feel your head spinning when he starts to thrust upwards into you at a fast pace.

The only sound in the room is the sound of skin on skin and loud moans; both bodies glowing in a sheet of sweat and pure bliss.

His fingers dig into your sides, “Fuck- baby- I don’t have- a condom on.” Moaning and sighing in between each word.

“It’s okay I’m.. I’m on birthco… birth control.” You choke out, reassuringly looking him in the eyes.

“Baekhyun I’m gonna cum again.” You whine, pulling his hair.

“Cum.” He demands, thrusting into you even harder

You throw your head back and cum for the second time, your body dropping into him, legs shaking. Holding you up by the waist, his eyebrows furrow with concentration, thrusts becoming sloppy and moans more high pitched.

He thrusts a few more times, his face buried into your neck; a mixture of moans and your name leave his lips as he cums.

Baekhyun lays back, pulling you with him. “Shit.” he says, breathless.

“Shit.” You retaliate, equally as breathless. You roll off of him so you’re laying next to him.

“Are you okay?” His arms wrap around you.

You laugh, “I’m more than okay right now.”

“Good,” he laughs back. “Me too. Come on, lets go shower.” He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom.

Once you two are in the shower, you wet your hair and reach for the shampoo bottle. Baekhyun slaps your hand away. “I wanna wash your hair.” HIs smile bright. 

They really weren’t lying when they said the after sex glow is a thing, Baekhyun is radiating.

He pours a puddle of shampoo onto your head and uses his long fingers to massage it into your hair. You close your eyes at the feeling.

“So,” He says, fingers still massaging your head. “What house do you think you’d be in if you were at Hogwarts?”

You chuckle at his spontaneous question. “Gryffindor.”

“Hmm why?” He tilts your head back so the water can run through your hair.

“Every quiz I’ve ever taken has always said I would be in Gryffindor, and I feel more connected to that house than the rest.” You grab his shoulders, almost losing your balance. “What about you?”

“Me too. And I’m Harry Potter remember, so I’d be in Gryffindor anyway.” He spreads a glob of conditioner over your head.

“You dork.”


You sit on one of the kitchen island stools, wet hair dripping down your back as you wait for Baekhyun to make you both Spaghettios. You watch as he empties both cans into two bowls and puts one in the microwave, doing the same with the other.

“So..” He turns around to face you, “Are you really in love with me?”

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A/N: WOW WOW WOW. Thank you for reading! Don’t forget to leave requests, comments, your critique, etc., In my ask box/submission box ❤

Stay tuned for pt. 5, the Spice Train has only just left the station and there’s a long track ahead of it ;).

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They call him the Guess Monster. With his flawless aim and terrifying ability to read and predict his targets, he was a born assassin. Other than that, not much else is known about him. To hire this mysterious man is tricky, somehow he always knows who needs him and who he needs to kill. It goes with the alias most people conclude. He is an enigma wrapped in a mystery and sealed in a conspiracy. Not much is known about him although rumour on the streets says that he’s part of the notorious assassins organisation; ‘Shiratorizawa’. To attempt to dig any deeper is a fools quest - those who have tried to unravel the mystery have simply ceased to be…

I told myself not to but after reading @gue55-monster‘s headcanon submissions, this one in particular stuck out to me and I couldn’t help myself. I have so much other stuff to do which is why this is a massive scribble but I can never resist an opportunity to draw my son being a murderer. 

AND just on the off chance there ends up being a Shiratorizawa Assassins!AU, I would be totally on board with that. *hint hint*

Cleaning Up His Act

Summary: Kravitz encourages Taako to help out around the house, Taako realizes he’s a father figure, Angus gets ice cream. Full story under the cut.

A work by myself and @mykindofcontent!


Taako had done a lot of things in his time.

He’d had a cooking show, fought a giant spider, lived on a fake moon, and oh yeah…saved every world ever?

And none of that seemed the least bit hard when compared to this.

“Ugh.” He groaned. When no one replied he looked around and groaned louder, hoping to catch someones attention.

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Sorry

Notes- While at a bookstore, you bump into Evan Peters. He ends up asking you out and coming to your apartment. Fluffy with a make-out scene. If you guys want a continuation please let me know.

Words~ 1,129

Originally posted by ahs-monster

You stepped into the aisle to examine another row of bookshelves. You already had a bag started with books you were going to buy. Every few months you treated yourself with brand new books to read. You bent down to pick a book up from the bottom shelf, knocking into someone as you stood back up. “I’m sorry,” you said without looking back at who it was.

 “You’re good,” he said as he started looking at books next to you. After reading the summary on the back of the book you were holding, you finally looked at the man standing next to you. You gasped slightly as you saw Evan Peters carefully looking over books. Out of all the people you could have bumped into happened to be one of your crushes. You’re just like everyone else and never really thought you’d ever come into contact with any celebrity that you found attractive.

 “ What kind of books do you normally read,” Evan’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Fantasy, sometimes mystery.”

“ Whenever I’m near here I always try to stop at this bookstore.”

“ I come here once every couple of months.”

“So,” Evan trailed off,” What’s your name?”

“Y/N, and you’re Evan Peters aren’t you?”

“Yeah, most people freak out a little when they figure that out,” Evan gave you a little smile as he finished his sentence. “ Could you help me pick out a couple of books? I need some of them to get me in the mood for my next role.”

“ I would love to,” you felt your cheeks getting hot as you spoke. You spent about forty-five minutes helping Evan pick out books before you both went to the counter to check out. The cashier rang up your books as you went to pull out your wallet. The cashier said the price allowed and Evan said, “ I got it for you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“You helped me pick out books, so I’m going to pay for yours.”  You walked out of the building together and went to walk in the direction of your home, but Evan stopped you. “Do you want to go out with me later? We can do whatever you want, I haven’t hung out with anyone lately and I like talking to you.”

 “Sure.”

 Evan pulled out his phone and you told him the numbers. He sent you a text to make sure the number was right before telling you he could come get you from your house later. When you got home, you quickly put your books away and jumped into the shower. You put on your favorite clothes and texted Evan your address and apartment number. 

Thirty minutes later you heard a knock at your door and practically ran to answer it. “Hey, Y/N,” Evan said sticking his hands in his pocket. You grabbed your stuff and locked the door as you stepped out into the hallway. “I have an idea of where we should go,” you announced to Evan as you were in the elevator.

 “ Good, are you going to drive then?”

“ Yeah,” you said leading Evan to your car. The ride there wasn’t super long or at least it didn’t feel that way. You and Evan chatted about different things like TV shows and movies. He asked you about your job, your family and those kinds of things. You parked your car and started a short walk up a hill to get to where you wanted to take Evan. Lucky for you no one else was there. 

 The sun had almost finished setting and was framed by the river below. The hill you were standing on had a perfect view of the river and some of the city lights. You sat down, patting the ground next to you for Evan to sit down. “So, what’s it like,” you asked.

“What’s what like?”

“Being the Evan Peters and being famous.”

“It keeps things interesting. Sometimes not being home can suck.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

“ Being able to travel is nice, but having cameras following you around can be annoying sometimes.”

“Sometimes I wish I were famous for something simple, like writing,” you said,” but I’m glad I’m not because I don’t think I could deal with not having my own space.” 

“So you’re a writer,” Evan questioned.

“I’ve tried, I’ve never finished anything though.”

“They’re probably some of the best untold stories ever.”

“ I doubt that,” You said sighing. You started drawing circles with your hand on the ground and accidentally brushed your hand against Evan’s. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Evan answered back. You looked at Evan and moved your hand back to his and intertwined your fingers together. Evan moved closer to you and you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder. At noon you thought it was miraculous that you bumped into the man and now you were holding hands with him as you watched lights bounce off of the river’s surface. You felt Evan’s chest rise at he let out a yawn. “We don’t have to stay here if you need to get some rest,” you told him.

“I still want to hangout with you though,” Evan stated on the verge of being a whine.Evan laid his head on top of yours,” You know,” you said,” We could go hangout at my place, that way in case you fall asleep at least we’ll be there.”

 “Yeah, that’s cool.” 

You both climbed into your car making the journey back to your apartment building. You walked into your apartment leading Evan behind you. He had began to hold your hand again as soon as you got into the building. “It’s small, but super cozy,” you said as you walked into your living room. “I like it. It’s cute,” Evan said. You both paused for a moment. You looked into each others eyes and it was almost as if someone sounded an alarm. 

Evan’s hands gently grabbed your face as he pulled your lips to his and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He let out a soft moan as you pushed your tongue into his mouth. His hands moved to rub down your back and moved under your shirt. He rubbed your back with his thumbs as you lead him to your couch. You laid down with him on top of you. He had his arms on either side of you, keeping his weight off of you. You pulled at the collar of his shirt as he moved to kiss down your neck. Once he got to your collarbone, he moved to take off his shirt. “Sorry,” he said before lifting his shirt up.  

 “It’s fine, trust me,” You said as you pulled him back down to meet your lips.  


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Hidden Treasures: Carolina-Bleus

Rick glanced at his watch periodically as he paced in front of the park entrance. There is no way she would do this to me again.

When his phone began chiming with Lori’s ringtone, Rick quickly answered. “Hello?”

“Rick. Hey. Umm…I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be able to make it.”

“What?! Are you serious, Lori?”

“Yeah, Carla just broke up with her boyfriend and she asked me to come over. She sounded so pitiful that I couldn’t say no.”

“Lori, you are the one who signed us up for this whole thing. I didn’t even want to do it.”

“I know. You made that pretty obvious whenever I brought it up.” Lori mumbled.

“But I came anyway because it was so important to you. And for you to just stand me up at the last minute…”

“It can’t be helped, Rick. It hasn’t even started yet so you can duck out if you like and go do something stupid with Shane.”

“Whatever, Lori. At least I’m putting forth some effort and trying to do something that you like.

“Rick—”

“Tell Carla I hope she feels better. I always thought she could do better than Philip anyway.”

“Rick, I really am sorry.”

“I gotta go, Lori.” Rick ended the call and was just about to go back to his car when a petite older lady marched up to him.

“Are you here for the scavenger hunt?”

“Yes, but I—”

“Great! I have a heavy box in the back of my car that I need a little help with.”

It was more of a directive than a question, so Rick followed the woman to her car, grabbed the box out of the backseat, and walked right back into the last place he wanted to be that day.


Michonne sat on a bench inside of the park and stared at her phone, knowing that it was going to ring any minute with a not so surprising call. I just know he’s going to do it to me again.

When her phone started blasting the song Tyrone, Michonne chuckled. The only thing her boyfriend was ever on time for lately was disappointing her.

“Hey, Mike.”

“Hey, baby. I know we were supposed to do that scavenger thing today but something just came up.”

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Stronger- Theo imagine- part 2

Originally posted by bysamoylova

Request: artfuck said:

Can you do a part two to stronger? Please it’s so good

A/N: I wasn’t intending on doing a part two so I’m sorry if it’s not very good xx enjoy!

Words: 1676

part one is here


“How am I going to do that?” you questioned. You had no clue where to begin even if you’d adapted to this new world remarkably fast.

“That’s what we’re going to figure out.” Theo mused. “First things first, you’re going to have to learn how the hide the wings.” He walked over so he was opposite you.  

“I don’t know how” you blushed. He smiled at you, his fingers reaching out to touch the feathers. Subconsciously you tensed your back, the wings fluttering in response to the contact. With admiration, Theo turned his attention back to your rosy cheeks.

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PSA from the RSA

The South African justice system has achieved the impossible…delivered right and swift justice.

These two lovely degenerates, are Theo Jackson and Willem Oosthuize. They were accused by one Victor Mlotshwa, a black man and employee working on their farm for attacking him, beating him, using racial slurs… and then putting him in a makeshift coffin in which they threatened to burn or bury him alive. All of which took place around the time of June 2017. 

The incident was actually captured on one or both of the accused’s phone and was somehow released over social media, going viral and sparking absolute outrage amongst black and the few white people who oppose racism in our country. Both men were arrested and so began a long-winded trial in which Victor had to relive the ordeal and resurface the anxiety and trauma he experienced on the day of the attack. The state called it kidnapping, assault Middelburg Magistrate’s Court for charges of assault with intent to do grievous bodily harm, kidnapping, intimidation and attempted murder. The defense took the typical route of leveraging Victor’s race and societal stereotypes that come with it and argued that it was “punishment” because the victim had, according to the defense’s clients, allegedly stolen cables thus resulting in the need to “teach him a lesson”. The battle was tedious and emotional, wrought with external racial tensions in which black people and Afrikaans farm workers clashed during protests held outside the courts.

But, finally, after a lengthy, traumatic and emotional battle for the victim and his family, Judge Segopotje Mpahlele delivered her verdict.

Guilty. On all charges, adding defeating the ends of justice to one of the accused’s charge sheet.

This morning, the honourable judge further escalated our elation when sentencing took place and this was the breaking news headline:

Each accused’s sentence is broken down as follows (read thread from bottom up):

Judge Mpahlele also revoked their bail.


This, ladies and gentlemen, is justice. Justice for Victor Mlotshwa, justice for his family, justice for other workers who suffered at the hands of the convicted and justice for all black people who suffer at the hands of our oppressors, who ignore the structures of free democracy and still see themselves above the law and above people of colour in our society. Our country still has a long way to go, but for today, let us celebrate the victory of the battle to an ongoing war. I can only hope our justice system will continue to consistently persecute and convict racists in South Africa, even more so, I hope that the same weight of judgement be enacted upon racists across the world.

Salute.

@stars8melanin @kimistry27 @nys30 @erisjade @papi-chulo-bucky @harrisbn @honestly-how-do-you-art

You Were Meant For Me~ Pete Dunne Imagine

Originally posted by pinknights

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It felt like it was yesterday when you met him.You had been training with Finn, before catching eyes with him. When you were done, you got out of the ring to only see him watching you with a smirk on his face.

You had caught his attention. 

“ Yeh Y/N, right?” He asks, his eyes going back to your face. “ I heard yeh were one of ‘he best women in this company.” You nodded. 

“ You heard right” you said with a chuckle. 

“ Names Pete Dunne, yeh should know by now” He told you, a smirk still remained on his lips. 

“ I would say it’s pleasure to meet you but I have more exciting things to get to” His smirk dropped, he watched as you walked away not taking his eyes of of you. 


You shook your head out of your thoughts. Pete was everywhere. He was no longer part of your life. You miss him like crazy, he was always the highlight of your day. You loved him. 

He was your first love. 

You finished taping your wrist before rolling your neck around and jumping around to get ready for your match. Swinging your hips side to side, taking a deep breathe. It was time to forget him, he was part of your past. You were only looking forward. Back in your apartment, you still had some of his stuff. He hadn’t taken it back, yet. 

Heading to the curtain for your match, you needed to forget what you had with Pete even if it hurts so much. Your music began to play, you put on a bright smile your face which wasn’t really your real smile as you enter through the curtain hearing the crowd cheer.

This is what you lived for. 


The very first time he asked you out was when you met his other two friends, Tyler and Trent. They were known together as British Strong Style. Trent had mentioned to you that Pete was going to take you out to a small diner. He wasn’t really all about going on dates. He got dressed in a nice blue button down shirt with some nice pants and shoes. His hair hung to the side, just the way you liked it. 

He picked you up giving you a rose before lending out his arm for you to take. The date turned out amazing, he was so much different than you thought. He was such a sweetheart with a big heart. 

Pete held your hand on the way back, fingers interlaced together. He stopped you at the middle of the street to his car. You asked him why he stopped and he said, “ Yeh don’ match any other beauty. Yeh are the beauty in my eyes.” 


The two of you broke it off, he was spending less time with you and more time with Trent and Tyler. You got that they were his friends,but you were his girlfriend. On your days off, when you were home, you sat there waiting for him. But he would come home late, not even bothering to call. One night, you had enough and broke things off with him. 

After the break up, both Trent and Tyler and even Manandrews tried to reach you and talk to you when they saw you backstage. But you wouldn’t have it, ignoring them the best way you could. It hurts to much. 

You felt horrible ignoring them, they had became your friends. But you couldn’t just continue to be friends with them because they just remind you of Pete. 

The man that hurt you the most. 


The more time you spend with Pete, the more you started to fall for him. He would get you small gifts, hold your hand, kiss your cheek, always bring a smile to your face. One moment changed everything, you were still a virgin and after one of your dates with Pete. He had kissed you goodnight, when you brought him back into you in a passionate kiss. 

He pulled away asking if you were sure about it. He knew you were a virgin. You nodded letting him inside your room. His eyes darken, pulling you close. 

“ Do you want me?” you asked him. “ More than anythin’” he cupped your face with his hands. “ I want yeh to remember this nigh’” 

His lips fall on yours in a heated kiss, trailing his lips down to your neck and to your collarbones. 

Pete took his time making your first time, a night you won’t forget. 


You were making your way to Regal’s office. He said he wanted to see you about something. He treated you like you were one of his own. Walking in, sitting in front of him waiting for him to finish with the paperwork he was working on. He drops his pen and folds his hands on top of his desk. 

“ Y/N, I want you to know that I notice everything that goes around. I took notice of how unhappy you are” 

“ Oh”He leans back into his chair. “ Y/N, you know you can always come to me if you are having troubles. My door is open for you, any day and you can give me a call.” 

You nodded, “ I appreciate it Mr. Regal but I just need some time to myself.” 

“ If there is anything I can do, please let me know Y/N” I nodded. 

“ Thank you again, Mr. Regal but I’ll be okay” 

“ Good, wouldn’t want you to be slacking off” “ Never” 


The night that you were packing your stuff to go to your new place, your body froze seeing his hand writing on one of the boxes. You were afraid to open it, but did it anyways. 

The first thing you saw was one of your wrestling jackets. You gave it to him when he miss you. Now here it was, in the box. But what caught your attention was one of his hoodies he had placed inside. 

Taking it out and bringing it to your chest taking a whiff of it. It smelled like him still. A note dropped from a pocket, you picked it up reading it. Tears streak down your cheeks reading the words.

“ You will always have a home in my heart”


A couple of months have gone by. You were wondering if Pete ever wanted to get married and have kids. He couldn’t give you a straight answer. 

“ I don’t know Y/N” he would tell you. You huffed, “ Why not?” He sighs. “ Don’t you want to marry me? Have kids with me? Grow old with me and spend the rest of your life with me?

“ Look Y/N it’s not that I don’t want t’. It’s jus’ my career is kickin’ off. I love yeh, I do. But havin’ kids and gettin’ married is in the future for me. Not now. Not ever.” 

“ Not ever? Are you fucking kidding me Peter? We have been together for this long and now you tell me this?” He shrugs. 

“ That’s great, well I do want kids. I guess you don’t see me in your future as well” 

“ I didn’ say tha’ ! I want yeh, here and now” 

“ Not good enough, I need to go” you say grabbing your coat and putting on your shoes. “ Don’ go luv, I need yeh, please” he begged with tears in his eyes. 

“ And I thought for a moment that we could have something more! Take another step in our relationship! Fuck off!” you threw a pregnant test at him. 

“ I took three, by the way!” you said, slamming the door leaving him alone in the room. He kneels on the floor, taking the pregnancy test in his hands and sees the plus sign.

You are carrying his child. You are pregnant. 


Here you were coming back home to see your son, you had him a month ago. He had Pete’s eyes and smile. You couldn’t believe that you were a mom. You loved your son to pieces. 

Getting out of your car and getting your bag but stopped as your breath hitched seeing who was on the doorstep. He looked like he lacked sleep and in his hand he held a single rose, a rose he gave you on the first date. 

“ Pete” you whisper his name enough that he heard you. He stood up, walking down meeting you half way. Seeing him for the first time in a long time was surreal. 

“ Y/N” He says your name, it falls from his lips so nicely. “ I miss yeh so much, I’m an idiot that doesn’t deserve yeh. I heard yeh had our son, I am sorry that I never chased yeh down. I was scared, scared t’ being with one person for the res’ of my life. But then I realized that all I needed was yeh. Please, forgive me Y/N. I need yeh and I want t’ be a part of our sons life if you let me” 

“ You had me when you said my name” He laughs leaning down to kiss you, he hesitates at first. You nod giving him permission to kiss you, once your lips met it was like everything you had with him came rushing back. 

You needed him and he needed you. 

Newt always prefers tea.

Good day? Tea. Bad day? Even more reasons to put the kettle on and make tea. He has various kind of teas for various purposes. Masala chai when his muscles ache. Mint tea to prevent fatigue when he still has a lot to do. Chamomile for when he needs to rest after a long day sorting his affairs.

But when he feels tired –exhaustion seeping deep into his bones– trying to drag him down, Newt makes hot chocolates. Rich creamy melted Swiss chocolate topped with generous amount of sweet whipped cream.

Like the ones he’s carrying right now; carefully gripping the mugs by the handles as Newt walks slowly so as not to spill the content unto the white of his pajamas or on the wooden floor.

“Knock, knock,” Newt says as a way of greet when he arrives at his intended destination, shouldering the ajar door to open a bit wider. The smile on his face turns into a full blown grin when Percival looks up from his report; reading glasses sliding down slightly from his nose.

Newt thinks Percival looks adorable like this except the lines on his forehead and the purple smudge underneath his eyes tell him that his lover has been working hard; too hard that he doesn’t even have time to rest.

“I brought you hot chocolate,” Newt says, holding the mugs up a bit to show them as he steps closer to the desk, gingerly placing them on the surface that is not littered with case reports.

Percival heaves a soft sigh, uncurled his body slowly as he presses his aching back against the soft cushion. He smiles when Newt uses magic to float the steaming mug to him.

“Thank you,” Percival says, exhaustion writs in his sluggish movements as he plucks the mug from the air and holds it precariously in his hand.

“Careful,” Newt chides, taking his own mug to warm his hand. “Might spill the cocoa on you.”

Percival rights the mug until he is holding it with two hands; lifting it up like a child would, blowing the surface.

Newt watches the way Percival’s face changes as he takes a sip. How his eyebrows shot up in surprise and how his pallid skin has turned flushed; cheeks suddenly brighten up with more colour.

“Good?” Newt asks, eyes still on Percival, drinking his fill to his heart content.

Percival lowers the mug and Newt smiles widely because there’s a dot of whipped cream on Percival’s nose, chocolate stain on his upper lip.

“What?”

Newt shakes his head but he’s still grinning when he lets his mug floating on air as he reaches down to wipe the white dot on Percival’s nose with his finger; licking it noisily.

Percival watches Newt’s little act. His mouth falls open a bit. He feels hot flush traveling up his spine when Newt grins at him again but this time it’s dirtier, sly, mischievous.

Two can play the game, Percival thinks as he drinks the hot cocoa, not caring that his tongue burns a bit but the look on Newt’s face is priceless because not only he has whipped cream smeared on his cheeks, but the corner of his lips are stained with more chocolate now.

Newt chuckles, deep and warm as he plucks the mug out from Percival’s hand. “You got something here,” Newt says, thumbing the corner of Percival’s mouth carefully; pink tongue peeking out to lick at the thumb before he sucks it clean; cheeks hollowing in a way that Percival is too familiar with. “Hmm, wait let me just…”

Newt presses his face forward, tongue darting out against Percival’s mouth, pressing the wet tip to lick along the corners; moaning in deep satisfaction when Percival pulls him in closer, settling Newt on his lap.

They kiss, slotting their mouths together with ease practiced.

There’s warmth in Newt’s kiss, there’s fondness in the way Percival holds on to Newt. There’s sweetness too; from the chocolate, from the whipped cream. From love that Newt emits. Something that Percival keeps chasing even after Newt pulls away to breathe.

“I’ll take it that you love the hot cocoa?” Newt asks breathlessly, his arms wrapping loosely around Percival’s neck.

“Yeah,” Percival answers, kissing Newt’s chin softly. “But I think I’m ready for something sweeter.”

Newt chuckles, dark and low that hitches into a surprised yelp when Percival stands up; carrying Newt with him together. He wraps his legs around Percival’s waist, holding on firmer as Percival makes his way out from his study and up the stairs to their shared bedroom.

The reports are forgotten for something more pleasurable, something as sweet as chocolate.

Bros help bros (joshler blowjob)

Tyler’s back arched off the sofa as he palmed himself, small gasps and whimpers making Josh look up from his magazine. “C-Can you..” Josh crossed the room without further instruction. Tyler stayed still whole Josh unzipped and pulled down his jeans, because what are bros for, right?

They had started ‘helping’ each other in the early days of touring because nothing really felt as good as someone’s hand. Josh sat beside Tyler and rested his magazine on his crossed his knees, his right hand working Tyler slowly. Josh knew how Tyler liked it, slow to start then a big finish.

Tyler made a high pitched whining sound and Josh looked up from what he was reading and smirked, his eyes flicking down to his hand. “Fuck!” Tyler cried as Josh swiped his thumb over the head of his dick. “No homo” Josh laughed, thinking it was the funniest thing ever. Tyler just whined in response, bucking his hips up into Josh’s hand. This was where Josh knew to speed to, give him more. “Fuck Josh..”

Josh hesitated at that because they never addressed each other while doing this. Josh felt something stir in his stomach. Of course, they got hard sometimes because who wouldn’t? The thought of jacking off always got Josh hard, let alone watching Tyler do it, let alone /doing/ it to Tyler. But this was a different kind of stir. Tyler huffed a breath, his cheeks tinted pink and Josh suddenly wanted to kiss him.

“Just fucking do it” Tyler snapped, reading Josh’s mind. So Josh did. He leaned down over Tyler and kissed his lips, letting his magazine fall to the floor. Tyler kissed Josh back with force, using his teeth on Josh’s lips and Josh quickly decided that it was the best kiss he’d ever received. John put a little more pressure on Tyler’s cock, tightening his fist and Tyler whined, his hands coming up to squeeze Josh’s shoulders. “Fuck Josh-” Tyler moaned again and Josh suddenly had a thought. Before he could change his mind, Josh was leaning down and pressing a kiss to the head of Tyler’s cock, licking him lightly. Tyler cried out, one hand gripping Josh’s hair so Josh carried on.

He had never done this before and wasn’t quite sure how it worked but he opened his mouth around Tyler and sucked on the tip. Tyler was babbling and cursing above him and Josh lowered himself slowly, already feeling too full. He gagged and pulled back a little, bringing his hand up to take care of what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. “Oh fuck” Tyler breathed as Josh sucked up his length before sliding back down. Tyler was a hair puller Josh soon found out, but Josh kind of liked it, it was like encouragement and Josh took more of Tyler into his mouth.

He found himself a rhythm and soon got used to the feeling. “You’re so good” Tyler moaned “fuck you’re so good”. Josh swirled his tongue around the tip and tasted salt. It wasn’t bad though and Josh done it again and once more before Tyler was coming. He shouted, what Josh could only guess was his name, a second before he came, spilling out of Josh’s mouth and running down his chin. Josh pulled off and watched Tyler. He had his eyes closed, his back arched and his mouth hanging open as he panted for breath.

Tyler looked down at Josh once he’d finished and groaned. “You have come all over your face dude” he mumbled and Josh laughed before wiping a hand over his face. “You’re just spreading it” Tyler smirked and Josh frowned “help me out?” He asked referring to the come on his face. Tyler seemed to get the wrong idea as he slipped off the chair and knelt in front of Josh, his fingers undoing his jeans.

Josh almost corrected Tyler but as he watched Tyler press a kiss to the font of his boxers, he decided against it. After all, bros help bros.