#this is smutty

[divinefics]

[rosemochi]

Honey on the Vine (FFVII, VinTi)

The world is ending.

Vincent hears the whispers at every turn. His teammates, the Highwind's crew, the villagers in the towns they visit—all of them are saying the exact same things. The anxiety is insurmountable, tainting every conversation, and even Vincent, who is more inured to misery than most, is starting to feel the pressure. After all, Meteor is now bearing down upon them, and though its creator is now within reach—a fact that still haunts him, considering who had brought him into this world—there's no actual guarantee that they'll succeed in ending him. They're just as likely to burn to a crisp as they are to emerge victorious from the Northern Crater, and they're all painfully aware of it.

But perhaps it's what he deserves. Has he suffered enough? Vincent's first instinct is to say no, that no amount of atonement is enough to truly achieve absolution, but then he hears—

"What if we lose?"

—the voice of the person who has been trying so very, very hard to convince him otherwise.

"We ain't gonna fuckin' lose," Barret grumbles. "You gotta stop thinkin' that."

And for a brief moment, Vincent feels guilty. He might be deserving of an eternity of suffering, but Tifa certainly isn't. He’d readily keep the world spinning if it meant she could continue to live on it.

Tifa and Barret are huddled in a storage closet, whispering their worries to one another in the dark. Vincent is walking through the hallway, catching snippets of their conversation by pure coincidence. His feet still. "I don't know how," Tifa admits.

"You gotta try ," Barret says. "You're gonna make yourself sick if you don't—"

The pained cry in Tifa's reply makes Vincent want to step in, but he's not nearly arrogant enough to think that his mere presence can cure her woes. She's confiding in Barret—privately—for a reason. "What am I supposed to do? Read a book?!" Tifa cries. "Barret, we could be dead next week—"

Vincent walks away.

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[moonykat]

I think Bucky likes to casually dirty talk Steve. Like, they could be on the way home after battle, the avengers chatting happily on the jet, Buck and Steve are sitting at the back, then Bucky turns to Steve and softly whispers God, I wish I could fuck you right now, give it to you nice and slow the way you like, but you'd have to be quiet... real quiet, so they don't hear ya sweetheart.

Steve's left a blushing mess whose legs have turned to jelly while Bucky goes back to taking to Nat as if nothing happened.

[kiwi-buns]

baekhyun’s facial expressions are so damn illegal i can’t

[paillettes]

go read this ok byeee

[vearthling]

😍😍 sobbe watching movies with the boys omg you’re a blessing in this fandom!

youre an angel 💞💞

Robbe finished up his small bowl of popcorn, setting it on the table before leaning back against his boyfriend's chest.  All of the boys were settled on the floor with countless overlapping blankets to watch a movie tonight.

Sanders arms lock around his belly and they watched in silence in the dimly lit room, the light from the television the only thing illuminating the living room. 

Sander seems to be the only one uninterested though, bored out of his fucking mind. The movie has no depth, no substance,  no artistic eye. 

He picks up his phone to mindlessly scroll but Moyo looks back and hisses at him, "Turn the phone off." The light from the phone distracting from the movie. 

Sander sighs, throwing his phone aside, just trying to push through but he couldn't.  Hes so bored, his fingers find their way up Robbe's chest and starts playing with his nipple rings that only them two knew about. 

Robbe doesn't think much of it,  sometimes Sander does that.  But he's taken by surprise when Sanders hand goes away and comes back wet and flicks over his nipple again

Robbe looks up at him curiously and Sanders brows furrow innocently,  "What?" He mouths. 

Robbe shakes his head ignoring it and looks back at the screen. Robbe thinks he's reading too much into the movement until Sanders hand grazes down his chest and slowly unbuttons Robbes jeans. Robbe's head tilts back onto his shoulder subtly, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Sander whispers, his tongue teasing the rim of his ear as he unzips Robbe's pants.

"Sander..." he whispers hesitantly.

"Hmm?" He ask, his hand sliding into his boxers and palming him to harden up. 

"We can't right now." He says fighting the pleasure, eyes hung low. 

"I'm so bored with this movie,  just want to touch you." 

Robbe whines and just nods because he's already half hard and doesn't want to particularly stop right now. Sander starts stroking his dick and Robbe keeps a hand braced on his boyfriend's thigh, squeezing it when it felt particularly good. 

He opens his eyes briefly and looks towards the boys, scattered several feet in front of them, eyes locked on the film. He let's his eyes close again and gets lost in the touch of Sanders soft hand expertly stroking him.

Sander unexpectedly slides Robbe back across the floor, pulling him closer so there's no space between them and that's when Robbe feels Sanders hard dick pressing against him. 

"Want you so bad" Sander whispers with the swipe over the tip of his dick that causes Robbe to let out the softest mewl.

Robbe reaches his hand back to touch Sander through his pants. The beach blond unbuttons his jeans, quietly zipping them down and pulling his dick out. Robbe looks back and his mouth waters and he feels his dick twitch in interest. 

Sander turns him back to look at the screen and starts kissing on the back of his neck. Sanders hands slide under the blanket to inch Robbe's pants down just below his ass and Sander swiftly picks Robbe up by his waist and plops him on his lap and Robbe squeals at the unexpected move. 

His friends look back curiously and he just gives an innocent smile and looks back at the film. When they look away, Robbe looks back at Sander and tugs at the back of his hair,  "Dont do that."

"Sorry" He smiles guilty and kisses him 

"How hot would it be if we--" Sander hints. Robbe's eyes widen, "Really?"

Sander shrugs, "Why not?"

There's a million reasons why not. It's disrespectful, they could get caught, they could make a mess, Robbe can't shut up, they can't move much, there's a million reasons why they shouldn't but Robbe finds himself nodding anyway. 

Sander spits in his hand and rubs it along his dick before pushing Robbe to lean on his knees and pulling him back to sit back on it and Robbe's eyes roll back as Sander fills him up. Robbe gathers the blankets, making sure they pool at his hips, hiding whats happening beneath it. His head falls against Sanders shoulder, "This isn't going to work, baby."

"Relax." He whispers. He takes a hold of Robbe's hips and starts guiding them back and forth, "Just like that." Sander whispers in his ear, softly biting on his earlobe where his earring decorated it beautifully. 

They stay as quiet as possible as Robbe rides Sander with easy and subtle movements. Sanders hand comes back to Robbe's dick and Robbe feels the heat building in the pit of his stomach as he bites down on his bottom lip. 

[gaypansies]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Luke is finally better and he wants some alone time with Michael.

guess who just posted the second chapter???