#adorajpg

[thelonelymvse]

closed // @adorajpg

[ to: milo 🐈 ] omggggggg

[ to: milo 🐈 ] prince's new boy is here

[ to: milo 🐈 ] he is HUGE and he is GORGEOUS

[ to: milo 🐈 ] i KNOW you're not busy rn come over and meet him finally

[ to: milo 🐈 ] and hang out w me or whatever

[weedzkiller]

to @adorajpg ( for milo )

( to: eewww💚 ) so i know my parents don’t really listen to my music ( to: eewww💚 ) but how many times do you think i can reference coke before they try to send me to rehab ( to: eewww💚 ) bc i think i just finished a Banger but i don’t wanna freak them out ( to: eewww💚 ) file ( to: eewww💚 ) AND TO BE CLEAR IVE NEVER DONE COKE AND I DONT WANNA ( to: eewww💚 ) I JUST KNOW MY AUDIENCE

[unavernales]

"boo," nana teases as un presses up behind uns favorite little dancer. well, not little. nana has to tiptoe to whisper in hanbyul's ear, breath misplacing one of his long locks of hair. but nana likes to think what they lack in height they make up for in leverage. they're not in the nymph's favorite clubs. the place is sleazy, the dj is too horny for his own good, and the drinks suck, but hanbyul looks best in trashy environments. nana thinks the ballet world is a waste with all its frills and delicacy. ve is convinced hanbyul was made for this: unobstructed hedonism.

"i've got your favorite~" nana singsongs and circles to hanbyul's front. un has a sweet little bag between their pointer and middle finger. teasing. "but you have to dance with me first." they tuck the goodies in the front of their thong, visible above their low cut mini skirt.

"deal?" those once preoccupied fingers circle hanbyul's wrist, ready to pull him in.

@adorajpg

[thelonelymvse]

to @adorajpg // for elijah

[ 😘 ]

"you're fucking insane, you know that?" lincoln has barely closed the door behind him when elijah pulls out the mistletoe; ruining their defense of just wanting to hang out if the wrong person caught them.

but no one saw. they're fine. and elijah is waiting for him, wiggling the mistletoe over his head and dramatically pursing his lips. lincoln can't help it; he laughs. "where the fuck did you even get that?" his voice is just as soft as his hands around elijah's pretty waist. "could have just asked me to kiss you." but where would be the fun in that?

[thelonelymvse]

eli and prince // @adorajpg

it just feels right, to leave his room and see prince poking around his kitchen, wearing his shirt. like they belong here. this has all gone so fast that it scares him, but eli thinks they do. he wants this, all the time, so fucking badly. do they want this too?

"g'morning, baby," he mumbles as he wraps his arms around prince's waist, kissing the back of his ear. "you hungry? or are you just snooping for fun?"

[weedzkiller]

to @adorajpg ( 🚘 for onyx )

"we were supposed to take this slow," kit mumbles against onyx' neck, laughing breathlessly. this was supposed to be a calm, easy, casual second try at a first date. as much as he still loves onyx, as much as their lives intertwine, they need to get to know each other again. but then a few nervous kisses on the walk back to the car turned into onyx riding him in the back seat, and—

kit can't complain. he really, really, really can't complain. "glad we didn't, though," he murmurs, kissing over the little bruise he left on onyx' collarbone. the sight of it sparks some feral, possessive instinct in him; it's a monumental struggle to not thrust up into onyx again. "you feeling good, baby? need a minute?"

[weedzkiller]

a soft fall starter for @adorajpg

"the girls have informed me that they're going to have matching halloween costumes this year." rhys grins as he sits beside his boyfriend. onyx has been busy sketching out the next few pages of his webtoon, so rhys was on bedtime duty. and the whole time, his girls were rambing about their outfit ideas. well, nora was rambling; nova was simply nodding along and whispering her own ideas and opinions. including her and nora's ideas of what their dads should wear. "and they might make us match with them too. or with each other. opinions seemed mixed on that." and yet rhys can't stop grinning. this life, with his girls and his partner, is all he's ever wanted. it's better than he could dream.

[weedzkiller]

to @adorajpg ( for dante )

sometimes harrison thinks their entire life is just one big disaster. this morning’s hangover is just the latest in a long line of mistakes that started the moment dante walked into their studio and they didn’t kick him out immediately. they shouldn’t have let him stay. they shouldn’t have gone out drinking last night. they shouldn’t have gone home with that man. he wasn’t even a good fuck; harrison just wanted to piss off dante and they think they succeeded.

he shouldn’t want to succeed. he should shrink away, let himself fade from dante’s memory. ideally, dante won’t even remember his name by the time the movie’s over. he’s got plenty of other people to take up his time and keep his bed warm, after all.

but thinking about dante isn’t helping their headache. they have a few hours before they need to work on the stunt doubles, but their station is a mess from getting the lead actors ready. so they don’t look up when they hear the door open. probably one of the costume girls grabbing something that got left behind. not their problem. but after the door closes, they don't hear anyone. no movement, no conversation, nothing. harrison glances over their shoulder and—

it's him. "what the fuck do you want?" its the first words they've spoken to dante in days. their hand tightens around a foundation bottle. "you can't just sit in here and waste my time anymore."