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nrf · 1 year

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#yyh #yu yu hakusho #yusuke urameshi #botan #yubo #yusuke x botan #OTP #hiei jaganshi

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teabiscs · 2 months

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Been thinking about them.

And some weird shading here. Idk.

#my art #yuriy ivanov #boris kuznetsov #Yubo #Beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade

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hellovivirose · 11 months

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HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO @kinomiya ! 🎉🎊

I’ve wanted to draw this scene from their amazing fic Peregrination for a while now because it’s my favourite (even though it’s a gut punch every time I read it!).

Tried out some new techniques and hey look, a background!

#beyblade g revolution #Beyblade #yuriy ivanov #boris kuznetsov #tala valkov #bryan kuznetsov #tala ivanov #hellovividraws #yubo

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croptopsareformen · 4 months

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#yubo #men in crop tops #male crop top #crop tops for guys

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syfien · 9 months

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“Just sit on my fucking face already.” Boris x Yuriy

(warning - smut under cut)

Smut Dialogue Ask Game

What's really funny is I struggled to come up with something for this, but when I got going, I got going. It's more than the 500 I was meant to do, but I'm happy with it regardless.

“Just sit on my fucking face already.” Boris jerks his handcuffed hands, the metal chain hitting the metal bed frame loudly in the otherwise silent room. "Or get these off me. I don't care. I need to taste you."

"So patient." Yuriy almost purrs, voice dripping with obvious sarcasm. He's not amused at Boris' outburst. "But I make the choices here. Don't make me gag you."

"You can gag me with your co-" Boris' words are halted as Yuriy shoves his index and middle fingers into his mouth.

"I hate the fact you smile when I do this." Yuriy shakes his head, ignoring the tongue toying with the ring on his finger.

Boris will always be hard to control, but Yuriy loves to try. Loves it when the man finally submits. Today, doesn't seem to be one of those days. With a soft sigh, Yuriy shifts himself to straddle Boris' hips. Pushing all his weight down, so the idiot can't move any more. Boris tries, of course. Wanting to tempt Yuriy into bouncing on his cock, he's sure. But Yuriy ignores the squirming and simply pulls his hand back.

"Boris."

His tone is cold, commanding, and just like that, Boris stills. Lips pressed together, trying to not smile or speak. Yuriy thinks he's won. But as always, Boris wants to fight. His hips surge upwards, rocking Yuriy forward hard enough they almost headbutt each other. The laugh that erupts from Boris doesn't help either.

"Boris!" Yuriy pushes himself up on all fours, not an inch of him touching Boris now as he holds himself above the man. The glare on his face not as effective with such a bright red blush across his cheeks.

"What? I like seeing you bounce on me."

Yuriy glares down at the man. If he wasn't horny as hell, he'd walk away right now. Leave Boris naked and cuffed to their bed. That would teach the man a lesson, but neither would be satisfied. So, maybe just one of them can be.

"Your mouth is going to get you in such trouble one day."

Is all Yuriy says, shifting up the bed. Eyes pinning Boris in place as he tries to figure out what his captain is up to. He still tugs at the damned cuffs, hoping for the chance to cop a feel, and Yuriy is glad he got the metal ones. Even if he knows Boris' skin will be black and blue tomorrow. It's his own fault.

"Open wide, Borya."

Is all the warning his lover gets. Yuriy tugs at the short silver locks, Boris' mouth opening as he does so and getting exactly what he asked for earlier. A slow push of Yuriy's cock over that wicked tongue. It earns a hiss of delight from Yuriy, and a gag of discomfort from Boris.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. You asked for this."

Yuriy coos, and he's damned sure the sound that just came from Boris was a muffled laugh. Bastard. Yuriy shakes his head down at the man, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he does exactly what Boris wanted. Pretty much sitting on his face, fucking his mouth. A slow, easy pace, because even if Yuriy wants to shut Boris up, punish him, he's no monster.

"Fuuuck…" Yuriy groans, the hand in Boris' hair moving to the headboard, so he can balance easier. Move without hesitation. "This is exactly what you wanted, wasn't it."

A statement, not a question. Boris talking dirty and getting Yuriy riled up. Putting such sordid, wonderful ideas into his head, hoping Yuriy would do it. And he got what he wanted. A cock sliding over his tongue and teasing his gag reflex with each thrust forward.

Yuriy can't make himself be annoyed over falling for Boris' trick. This just feels far too good. Warm and inviting. The rumble of Boris' moans feeling like heaven with each thrust. It's enough to get Yuriy more vocal than normal. Deep groans and words of praise each time he sinks deep into the man. He could do this all night, if only his orgasm wasn't creeping up fast.

"Fuck… Borya." Yuriy smirks wickedly, loving how those pale eyes open to look up at him when he speaks his name.

Yuriy almost cums right there and then. Such pretty eyes, wet with tears from the blowjob, staring up at him. Wanting his cock. Wanting his cum. But Yuriy has other plans. Pulling out from Boris' mouth with an audible pop, Yuriy quickly strokes himself. Cock sopping wet from spit, it barely takes anything until he's cumming. Milky white threads over Boris' panting mouth, crooked nose. Across heavily flushed cheeks. Yuriy sighs happily after taking a moment to enjoy this sight.

"Well, I'm done." He swings his leg over Boris and wastes no time in getting off the bed.

"Wait, Yuriy, wait." Boris balks, again tugging at his cuffs. Yuriy laughs at the sight. "Where the fuck are you going?"

Yuriy glances over his shoulder, hand on the door handle as he looks at his painfully hard and desperate lover.

"Like I said." He flashes Boris a smile, loving how his cum glistens across the man's skin. "I'm done."

He doesn't waste time to hear Boris' reply. Slamming the door shut and sauntering to the kitchen. He'll be back soon enough. Get himself a drink, maybe a snack. He'll return and carry on the fun, but for now, Boris still needs to be punished for being so annoying.

#beyblade #smut #YuBo #BorisxYuriy #ask fic

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kinomiya · 1 year

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"things you said after it was over" tala and bryan

Is it cruel of me to put this out on Valentine’s Day?

#justangstwriterproblems

The front door slammed, causing the house to shake slightly as Boris stomped through the entryway of the small apartment into the living area, his dirty boots tracking snow across the hardwood floors. He peeled off his leather jacket, throwing it aggressively onto the sofa before a figure sitting in an old worn chair caught his eye.

“What are you doing here, Yuriy?” Boris asked, a tired sigh escaped his lips as he gave the intruder and unconvincing glower.

He took a drink of the beer he had helped himself to, causing Boris to frown at Yuriy’s audacity. They hadn’t seen each other in over six months, at times they had been so contentious their mutual friends had been forced to split their time between them like children going through the painful, bitter, divorce of their parents.

“I had nothing better to do, figured I’d finally bring back all the shit you left at my place.” Yuriy said, slouching back in the chair and forcing Boris into an uncomfortable and direct eye contact.

“And why didn’t you just dump it on the floor and leave?” Boris asked, gritting his teeth, thinking whatever items Yuriy was returning now were better destined for the trash then returned, forever tarnished by painful memories that he’d sooner forget.

Boris heard his sharp inhale and cocked an eyebrow slightly, before finally moving from where he’d stopped upon discovering the intruder and grabbing himself a drink from the fridge and dropping into the old sofa across from Yuriy, waiting for a response.

“I thought maybe we… could talk?” Yuriy eventually replied, his voice was strained and slightly shaky.

“About what?” Boris asked, channeling the anger rising in his chest into twisting the cap off his beer. He heard the shaky exhale as Yuriy suppressed an irritated laugh,

“Everyone else is miserable because of us.” Yuriy spoke, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice and the scowl on his face.

“Astute observation, Yura, can’t believe you managed to get your head out of your own ass long enough to notice other people's suffering! That’s some real character development!” Boris replied sarcastically, dopamine flooded him as he watched Yuriy’s eyes narrow and his grip on the glass bottle tighten.

He had some nerve showing up here to talk about the suffering they were causing everyone when it was him who would fall off the face of the earth for months at a time in an attempt to run away from the shadows that kept him awake at night.

Everyone else had started the healing process years ago, it was only Yuriy, only his fucking hubris, that had refused to be helped.

“I deserve that.” Came the soft reply, and when Boris’ vision refocused on the man sitting across from him the irritation had vanished off his face, replaced with a pensive look. This was new, he thought.

“Yeah you sure fucking do.” Boris said, not hiding his pleasure at Yuriy’s admission, it felt like their first step forward in a decade, like maybe, finally, the stubborn asshole was making some progress.

“Anyway… I was hoping maybe we could try to put an end to the aggression between us so that the others aren’t constantly walking on eggshells and scheduling shit to make sure we don’t catch sight of one another.” Yuriy spoke thoughtfully, and Boris recalled how he had loved how he looked when he was focused on something, how the way his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched used to evoke a fluttery sensation in his chest. Only now, the same sight made him feel nothing.

“Yeah sure, but only if you’re going to try too, and not just expect me to be your fucking doormat or whatever.” Boris replied flippantly after some thought, he figured it would be in poor taste to refuse the olive branch being offered.

“So how about we uh, all hang out this Saturday instead of the weird split custody thing we’ve been doing?” Yuriy inquired, tapping a fingernail against the glass of the bottle he’d barely touched since Boris had come through the door, before the other man could reply he’d continue, disinterestedly: “As a test run or whatever.”

“Yeah.” Boris agreed, shifting on the sofa as the conversation began to make him feel restless. As if reading the room, Yuriy glanced at his watch before getting to his feet, prompting Boris to raise his eyebrow slightly before asking: “Leaving so soon?”

“I have plans this evening.” Was the simple reply as Yuriy moved across the room to retrieve his jacket from the otherwise empty coat rack by the door.

“Are you insane? What the hell are you doing going out on Valentine's D—“ Oh he thought: “—You’ve met someone.” Boris concluded, watching as Yuriy straightened his back

“I have.” He replied simply, not turning to look at the man on the sofa behind him.

“Neat.” Boris said awkwardly, his eyes staring at the other man's back as he fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, thinking about how in the past few months both Sergei and Ivan had commented that Yuriy seemed healthier, happier, and more cognizant lately.

“I’ll see you Saturday.” Yuriy's voice came from the door as he looked back at Boris, his hand resting on the already turned handle, waiting to push it open and make his exit.

“See you Saturday.” Boris confirmed with a slight nod as he watched the man look away from him and retreat from the tiny apartment.

Boris remained frozen for a moment, before leaning forward, setting the bottle on the floor and resting his head in his hands. He exhaled loudly, a bitter laugh followed as his hands twisted into fists pulling at his hair slightly. It was complicated, it was stupid, he was happy, he was agonized.

Their relationship had been long beyond reconciliation, every altercation between them had just further driven a resentful wedge between them, and it had started long before it had ended. By the time it was finally over, there was nothing left to salvage from the charred remains of their relationship, Boris hadn’t even been sure he’d ever be able to look Yuriy in the face again without wanting to put him in the hospital or worse. And it all had come from one thing, they had all moved forward and Yuriy had remained the same, unwilling to change, unwilling to be helped, always fucking unwilling.

And yet, at some point while Boris was consumed with overwhelming animosity towards his once best friend, and completely blinded by his disdain for everything Yuriy had ruined, their friends had began to comment that things seemed different, that he was disappearing less, that he was drinking less, that he was more himself again, and Boris had ignorantly thought, it was just wishful thinking from two people desperate not to watch someone they loved die.

Because he had been there, he had seen it at its worst, behind closed doors and away from everyone else, he had watched the vestiges of their past consume Yuriy and turn him into an empty shell with no future but pain and death, and no desire to escape it.

But something had changed, while Boris was avoiding Yuriy, consumed by rage and regret he had failed to notice that someone else had appeared, who without any second thought jumped right into the madness and chaos of Yuriy’s inner world and steadfast and stubbornly remained until he was able to finally reach him and take his hand and pull him out of the nightmare that had consumed his every waking moment.

And Boris was happy, relieved even, that Yuriy had finally found something, someone, that he felt was worth fighting for…

But damn if it didn’t hurt that that thing hadn’t been him.

#Yuriy Ivanov #Tala Valkov #Bryan Kuznetsov #Boris Kuznetsov #YuBo #Yuriy/Boris #Beyblade #Bakuten Shoot Beyblade #The Beyfic Tag #Happy fucking Valentine’s Day #Sergei and Ivan are mentioned only #Writing #Asks #hiwatarilife #I DID NOT EDIT THIS AND I DO NOT CARE

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earlyevenings · 1 year

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not me chatting with boys on yubo again and they all turn out to be shit 😭

#yubo #send help #honestly wtf #romance is dead

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hoya2022 · 1 year

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Hoya - Best teen dating app

Hoya is a new dating app for young people. Unlike many dating apps, Hoya is about creating an exclusive community for young people, and we encourage you to try to make more friends.

https://apps.apple.com/us/app/id1590728083

#dating #teen dating #tinder #yubo #wizz

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liviii782 · 5 months

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Does anybody know where I can find some queer online places that allow 16 year olds? I’m looking for friends :(

#queer community #lesbian #discord chat #YUBO #AM BORRREEDDDD #If you want to be friends #MESSAGE MEEEE #lgbt pride

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nrf · 4 months

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by べに

#yuyuhakusho #yyh #yusuke urameshi #botan #yubo #yusuke x botan #OTP

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lavisabratxoxogopissgirl · 10 months

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Why my ex on yubo....

#ex #yubo

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teabiscs · 3 months

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birthday boy.

who would have preferred this to have happened at any other time, in any other location.

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i mean at this point, should any of you expect anything different from me?

#beyblade #yuriy ivanov #tala ivanov #boris kuznetsov #bryan kuznetsov #yubo #my art #bakuten shoot beyblade #i havent drawn these two together in a MINUTE #have a shit post #because I’m sure everyone else is doing normal art

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sigle-cartoni-animati · 11 months

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I Social Alternativi a Facebook: Scopri le Migliori Piattaforme

Nel mondo di oggi, la presenza online è diventata una parte integrante della nostra vita quotidiana. Uno dei nomi più noti in questo campo è Facebook. Tuttavia, nonostante la sua popolarità, non è l’unica opzione disponibile. Ci sono molti social network alternativi a Facebook che offrono funzionalità uniche e vantaggi distinti. In questo articolo, esploreremo alcune di queste opzioni. LinkedIn:…