Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
Holy shit. 8th place.
Ilia feels like he's gonna be sick.
Ilia looks over at Misha. His heart feels like it's gonna burst. He can't tell if it's from the realization that he failed, failed his fans, failed his parents, failed himself, or if it's from how proud he feels of Misha. He suddenly feels disgusting, and most importantly, not hungry.
"Ilyushka, you have to eat something," Misha stresses.
"I'm not hungry." Ilia feels empty. He looks at the chocolate bar Misha's holding, and his once cherished sweet treat suddenly seems unappealing. He doesn't even know why Misha's here with him. He's just been crowned the Olympic Champion, and instead of being out celebrating, he's in Ilia's hotel room, begging him to eat, of all things.
Or
Ilia Malinin develops an eating disorder
-
Tags
Summary
"I just wish.." Ilia hesitates.
"I just wish you were here." He sighs, voice laced with not only lust, but yearning too. He really misses Mikhail, and while he understands why he withdrew from Worlds, Ilia would really like to see Mikhail's face again.
There's silence on the other line. Ilia wills himself not to start overthinking. Then some rustling.
"Turn on your camera, Ilyushka."
Or
Ilia and Misha miss each other. So, they jerk off together.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,581
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 26
- Hits:
- 337
-
Tags
Summary
"Ilyushka," Mikhail pants with a certain whine in his voice before licking at Ilia's lips, begging to be let in. Ilia smiles at the nickname and allows the brunet access.
Mikhail's hands start to wander, trying to map out the entirety of Ilia's figure. His fingers maneuver underneath Ilia's shirt, exploring the pale skin hidden underneath. Mikhail pulls away from the satisfying rhythm their lips had found to mouth at Ilia's cheek, then jaw, then neck. Ilia exhaled shakily, exposing his neck for Mikhail briefly before pulling him off by his hair.
Ilia's hair was a mess, his cheeks were flushed, and he was panting heavily. Mikhail was sure he looked the same, except maybe with wider eyes, since he had just made out with his bestfriend who he was convinced was straight, and also had a massive crush on. Ilia snickers at him.
"Does this mean you're not straight?"
Or
Misha's jealous. Ilia knows.
-
Tags
Summary
"Conditioner." Severino says absent-mindedly, like it wasn't meant to be a vocalized thought.
Ronin snorts and laughs. "Yeah, conditioner."
"I was trying to remember the word." Severino retorts.
"Congratulations, you got it, you want a gold-fucking-star?" Ronin teases. Before Severino can answer, Ronin starts washing out said conditioner and his brain turns off once more. His mind feels like static, but in a nice way. Severino basks in it.
or
Severino is overworking himself trying to finish a draft for a story. Ronin forces him to take a break (and a shower).
-
that girl who's next to me (she's friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty) by qredbow
Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP
12 Aug 2023
Tags
Summary
All of the memories flash through his mind, which only makes him sob harder. There’s a big pool of wetness on Cellbit’s shoulder now. Cellbit only holds him closer, playing with Roier’s hair with one hand and holding him tightly with the other.
“Shhh.. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m right here, amor. I’m right here.” Roier finds himself in Cellbit’s lap somehow, even though he wasn't before. He doesn’t mind it though, he needs the closeness at the moment. As they sit there, Roier still crying, he finds himself thinking about top surgery. He never got it before he came to the island, because it was too expensive. He just wants his chest to be flat, is that too much to ask?
The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks The Federation could do it. Cellbit could probably find a way. The thought comforts him, even if he doesn’t really trust The Federation. He finds himself smiling at the stupid thought, his crying turning to sniffles in minutes.
Roier feels his breathing slow, and even if he isn’t crying anymore, they stay together, practically glued to each other. The silence following is comforting.

