drift compatibility continues to be one of my favorite ways to analyze a relationship. yes this ship is good but could they pilot a jaeger together LET'S DISCUSS
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Can't believe it's been a year already. Still very fond of this fic and grateful to all who took the time to read it. Really glad I got to share it with the world, here's to many more years of GhostSoap <3
every time i think “shane wouldn’t tear up this easily” while writing a sex scene, i remember his big wet doe eyes in the vegas bathroom scene and how all ilya had to do was cup his chin and refuse to suck his dick. and then i proceed
robby is the perv who brings dennis to a movie to sit in the back row and finger him the whole time -eef
for @abstractedrobby
“Are you watching?” whispers Robby. “You’re not watching.”
“Yes- mm, Yes, I am.”
“Your eyes are closed, kid. Come on.”
Dennis opens his eyes but it’s impossible to get ‘em to focus. Here’s the deal. Robby agreed to go out tonight, which they don’t do a whole lot because they’re not supposed to be doing anything, really, even if that’s staying in. A dark theater is a happy medium. It provides them anonymity, but still appeases Dennis’ lovesick yearning to be taken out—to be something beyond a bedmate to his boss.
Not that this is really doing anything to dispel that concern. It’s not a bed, but apparently the back row of the Harris gets his old man just as hot. It’s eleven on a Friday night and they’re not even close to being the sole patrons. Robby seems to really like that, too.
“I’m watching, now shush,” says Dennis, stricken with fear that someone’ll hear them or see them and run for the hills and call the cops and everything will fall apart and Robby won’t ever talk to him again and-
That doesn’t mean he isn’t fucking soaking wet, practically sitting in a puddle of his own making.
His shorts are only looped around his left thigh—the right, the side closer to Robby, is totally bare, and not only that but it’s spread to make room for Robby’s burly, veiny hand. Robby’s hoodie is haphazardly tossed over them like a blanket, but take a close enough look and there’s no doubt about what’s going on underneath.
And what’s going on is this. Three of Robby’s big, long fingers are curled inside of his cunt, pumping in thick, sliding out sticky, and Dennis knows, knows, that were this movie not so loud, the theater would be ample with the echoing sounds of their slick, slippery fucking.
“You’re shushing me? Jesus, kid, d’you know how noisy your pussy is?”
He doesn’t even remember what it is—some movie from the seventies that Robby said is a classic, something he really should be paying attention to because Robby likes it. But Robby likes this, too. Likes playing with Dennis, likes making space for himself inside.
Were Dennis bolder, he might scurry to his knees, hide himself with the hoodie and take Robby into his mouth. Or maybe he’d take a look around, make sure no one was paying too much mind to them and crawl into his lap, taking his fat cock where he’s hot and sopping for it. He’s not, though, so he stays put, letting Robby rock half of his hand inside his hole, keeping his whimpers tight behind his teeth, and saving the feeling for later. He’ll let Robby have his fun, but he better brace himself for what’s coming to him once Dennis gets him alone. Til the goddamn sun comes up.
"How many fics are in your ao3 history" this and "what's your most read fic" that. Listen. Listen to me. I don't go into my ao3 history. Whatever is there is between the archive and god and it is quite frankly none of my business what past me decided to open.
mans best friend comes out when hollanov is together on the cens and someone makes a joke of doing that when did you get hot trend with ilya and shane is PERSONALLY offended his man has BEEN hot and the team is like shane . its a trend . its not actually - and shane is still ranting about how ilyas been sexy since the day he met him back in that parking lot in saskatchewan and ilyas like 😍in the corner bc aw he thought i was hot
