#HIM SINGING KEEPS SHOWING UP ON MY FYP

[newmsies]

to anyone who thought Izzy's death was good, good for you, me personally? I'm never gonna get over it, but good for you

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

epilogue:

how soph got her inspiration to write ‘juno’

<last chapter>

➴ warnings: smut (unprotected sex, breeding kink, cock warming, aftercare, creampie, p in v, slightly degradation.), mentions of dad!jack and mom!reader, mentions of ovulation, domestic soph and jack.

➴ word count: 2.9k

➴ author’s note: inspired by ‘juno’ by queen sabrina and also by the videos of jack with kids on my fyp. i am sorry for being a whore but also, not really. enjoy! ♡

BEING a mom wasn’t something that you thought you wanted.

You’d always say that, ever since you were a little girl, when your sisters talked about how they wanted to marry a nice guy and have two point five kids— all girls— and name them after Disney princesses. You’d just stare at them weirdly and go back to pretend you were doing some interview for The Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

And Jack shared the same opinion— you knew that he wanted kids but it wasn’t a priority on his list. He never really mentioned them, not like Quinn, who was always talking about how he wanted to be a great father, just like Jim is.

But the thing is, you never really cared about being a mom, or making Jack a father for that matter, until you saw how Jack acted around kids.

First, it’d been with your nieces, Aurora and Jasmine. Back in 2023, you’d invited your mom, your stepdad, your sisters and their families to spend the New Years with you and Jack’s family. It was a huge mess, the house was packed with people but you were so happy to watch your favorite people— the Hughes and the Montenegro— get along with each other that the lack of space wasn’t an issue at all.

Then, you introduced your nieces to Jack.

“My babies,” you smiled, picking the four-year-old up, noticing how big she’d gotten since the last time you saw her. “This is Auntie’s boyfriend, his name’s Jack. Can you say hi?”

Aurora looked at Jack with big, bright eyes, and you could tell she was enchanted with his warm smile and blue eyes.

Jasmine stood behind your legs, the seven-year-old also staring at him with curious eyes.

“Hi, uncle Jack,” Jasmine whispered, holding your leg tighter. You gasped, not expecting her to call Jack ‘uncle’ so soon. He also looked surprised, but just for a second, before he went down on one knee and offered the little girl his hand.

“Hey, honey,” he replied back, shaking hands with the seven-year-old. “Nice to meet you and your sister.”

Aurora was looking down, the pacifier in her mouth moving around, until she finally decided Jack was worthy of her attention, moving her body towards the floor, signaling that she wanted to be down there with him.

You chuckled, sitting on the floor with them, watching as Aurora crawled her way to Jack’s lap, offering him her Maleficent plush she carried around everywhere.

“Oh, you want me to hold this?” He asked, voice gentle and funny. He picked her up and held the toy with his other hand, still smiling. “Thank you, Imma keep it safe. Jasmine, you wanna share your toys with me too?”

Jasmine ended up rambling about how she was too big for toys and that now she was only interested in singing like her auntie, which made you laugh and confess that you played with Barbies until you were twelve.

Jasmine and Aurora absolutely loved Jack. And you could see that he loved them right back, with how much attention he gave them, playing with them the entire night and answering all of their— mostly Jasmine’s— noisy questions. And when you were sitting on the couch, talking with Ellen and your mom, you watched with heart eyes as he leaned against the wall, talking to Quinn and Luke while holding a sleeping Aurora in his arms, gently rocking her back and forth, while covering her with her blanket.

After that night, you started noticing how he acted around kids. Either when he went to hospitals to visit the sick children who rooted for the Devils, or when he went with you to your concerts and interacted with the few kids there.

The way he picked them up, answered their questions, held their hands— it definitely did something to you. Not only to your brain, but to your entire body. You could always be sneaky and blame your ovulation for being a whore, but truth be said: the idea of Jack getting you pregnant was hot, even if it wasn’t something you wanted right now.

You were sitting on Quinn’s couch, watching as Jack held one of his cousins in his arms and talked to a man who was probably one of his uncles.

He looked so fucking good. His hair was a bit shorter, and he was getting bigger now, probably due to the fact that he spent too much time at the gym with Luke.

You were trying to continue the conversation with Ellen, answering her questions about your music and fans, but it was extremely hard. Jack being only a few feet away from you didn’t help, at all.

“Are you feeling okay, Soph dear?” Ellen put her hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly.

You turned your head back and smiled, deciding to tell her a half-truth. “Just a little tired and jet lagged, that’s all. Don’t worry, ma’am.”

She laughed, as she always did whenever you called her that.

“Do you want to take a nap in Quinny's room? He won’t mind.”

You felt bad because now your mother-in-law thought you weren’t feeling well but the full truth was you were just very much horny and wanting her son to fuck you.

“There’s no need for that, I’ll just wait until Jackie is ready to head back,” you nodded, looking at Jack again, who was now trying to put the baby to sleep— and failing miserably, since all the kid wanted was to remove his cap from his head.

“I’m going to talk to Jack so you both go home, okay?” She replied and before you could even stop her, she got up and walked towards Jack.

You watched as she picked the baby out of Jack’s hand and said something to him, while pointing back at you. Jack turned his head to the side and looked right back at you, and you could see that he was starting to get worried.

He nodded at something that she said, and quickly kissed her on the cheek, walking back at you.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, holding your hand and gently pulling you closer. “Mom said you weren’t feeling well. Why didn’t you tell me, Soph?”

“I’m fine, I just—” what would you even say? Hey, I’m horny and I need you to fuck me? “Hum. I can wait until you’re ready to go.”

“Nah, let’s go now.”

You barely recall the time between saying goodbye to everyone, getting in the car and heading back to Jack’s place. You spent the entire time trying to stop the wetness between your thighs and praying that it wouldn’t stain Jack’s car seat, squirming around.

“What’s the matter with you, baby?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your thigh, squeezing it lightly.

You didn’t answer, just tried to keep your mind in pink unicorns and old grandmas. No horny thoughts allowed until you were both at home.

Which, thankfully, didn’t take long. Jake parked inside of his garage, and you got out of the car like your ass was on fire.

“Sophia!” You heard him yell at you, before you opened the front door with your keys.

You didn’t make it too far, he grabbed you by your waist when you were making your way to his bedroom. “Soph, what is wrong with you today, baby?”

You whined, not sure of what to say. “Jack?”

“Yeah, baby?”

You stand on the tip of your toes and kiss him, your tongue fighting for space inside his mouth. He kissed you back just as ferociously, his grip on your waist becoming harder.

“‘Want you to knock me up,” you mumbled against his lips, watching as his blue eyes stared down at you, full of lust. “N-not really, but… please?”

He smirked. “You wanted to leave my brother’s house because you wanted me to knock you up?”

Well, when he put it like that…

“What a fucking slut, baby,” Jack whispered, gripping your ass with his right hand. “Just because you wanted me to make you carry my children?”

“Jack.” You moaned, holding onto his hoodie for dear life.

“You want me to make you a mommy, Soph?” Instead of letting you answer, he kissed you again, picking you up and walking with you, without breaking the kiss.

He managed to get you both in his room, and placed you on his bed, quickly taking his clothes off— the hoodie, the jeans, the shirt and then the boxers. His dick stood there hard and thick, the tip so red it was almost purple, leaking pre-cum.

You actually moaned just with the sight of it. The need of Jack’s cock inside of you, in and out, putting you in the right place, made you sweat.

You took off your own hoodie and your own shirt, thanking God for the past-you who chose not to wear a bra that day. Your nipples were hard and sensitive, just like they always are during ovulation week, that just the cold breeze inside the bedroom made you shiver.

You removed your jeans and stared at your situation, feeling disgusting and extremely horny at the same time— your panties were so wet that they were completely see through now, the thin layer of fabric doing nothing to cover your pussy.

“Jack,” you moaned again, feeling frustrated. “‘Need you.”

“I can see that, baby,” he smirked, towering your body with his. “I’ll take care of you, mhm?”

You nodded, kissing him one more time because you couldn’t get enough of his lips.

He removed your panties and threw them somewhere, the sound of something wet crushing against the floor filling up the room, making you cringe. Ovulation sucks.

He broke the kiss, moving on to your tits, sucking and biting and groping them, which didn’t help with the problem between your legs.

Jack finally let go, positioning himself so that he could be inside you in a quick, swift move. You moaned, feeling finally full and satisfied.

“Fuck, Soph, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” he breathed in your ear as he pounded inside you, as if you couldn’t hear the pornographic sounds whenever he sank deeper inside you. “All of this just because you wanted my kids? You could’ve just asked, uh, y’know?”

You wanted to reply so bad, tell him that it was just your post-period brain being absurd and crazy, but you had already reached that place inside your head you craved so much, the silence, the calmness— every thought being shoved inside a drawer and the only thing on your head was how Jack reached deep inside you, and how you could feel him in your belly, and how much you loved him and how you wanted to be the mother of his children so badly.

The saltiness of your tears inside your mouth made you realize that you were fully crying, as you often did whenever Jack took you to the right place. All you wanted to do was let him take care of you, and hand your life to him on a silver platter.

“Does it feel good, baby?” He sucked on your right nipple, fucking you so hard the mattress was moving. “Knowing that you’re gonna be a mommy? Carry my children and have my last name?”

You nodded even though you wanted to speak, but your tongue felt glued to the roof of your mouth and your mind was busy conjuring images of Jack holding babies who looked like the perfect mix between the two of you, and being the greatest dad ever and you wanted that so, so much.

“Can’t even speak, fuck, baby,” He mocked you, rubbing your clit furiously, making you scream and try to close your thighs— no success, since Jack’s body made it impossible. “None of that, Soph.”

You knew you probably looked like a mess; hair tangled, face wet with tears and probably spit too, tits marked and with his handprints on them, but it didn’t matter. All you wanted was JackJackJack.

You came with an obnoxiously loud scream, legs trembling and eyes rolled to the back of your head, while Jack still rubbed your sensitive, swollen clit and slammed his cock inside you.

You clutched the sheets like your life depended on it, head going side to side, eyes closed the entire time, until you felt the familiar sensation of Jack’s come deep inside you.

“Good God, Soph,” Jack sounded out of breath. “Fuck.”

You still didn’t feel ready to speak, the tears still rolling down your face, so you just waited until he moved around, laying down and bringing you with him, his dick softening inside of you, something he knew you liked to have after sex.

He kissed your forehead and put the duvet on top of both of you, as you slowly came back to life, listening to his heartbeat and counting your own breaths.

“I love you,” you mumbled, wanting nothing more than a nap.

He chuckled, before kissing your forehead again. “I love you too. D’you think we’re going to be parents now?” He joked, and you smacked his chest, lightly.

“Don’t be silly.”

He just hummed, deciding to leave you alone (for now) and removing himself from you instead. You winced, feeling his cum coming out of you, as you clenched around nothing.

Jack then picked you up, and walked with you to the bathroom, making sure that you peed before showering. He left the bathroom for no more than a minute, just to give you some privacy— he knew that even after all this time, you were still embarrassed to pee in front of him— and came back with your favorite pajamas: cotton panties and an old NJ Devils shirt.

You smiled, seeing his name and number plastered on the back of the shirt, remembering the night you first met, and how pissy he was because you were wearing Nico’s jersey.

It feels like a lifetime ago.

“Ready, baby?” He asked, blue eyes staring so deep into your soul that you had no option but to agree with everything he said.

He gently held your hand, guiding you until you were standing inside the big shower stall, the warm water untying all the knots in your body.

You leaned against his body, both of you under the water now, humming as he cleaned you, with your favorite vanilla scented body wash— which he secretly loved more than you.

His hands work slowly and gently, spreading the soap on all of your body, and you just stand there, accepting it and hiding your face as you feel his fingers entering you again, removing his release.

You should be used to it by now but it was still a foreign feeling, being so well taken care of sometimes still scared you, but Jack was nothing but patient.

You watched as he cleaned his own body, not using even half of the gentleness he used with you, which made you smile. If you weren’t so tired, you’d offer your help, but right now all you wanted was to sleep beside him.

He turned the water off and got out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his hips. He smiled at you and picked up another towel, drying your body with it.

He didn’t wash your hair so no need for hair dryers, thankfully, so you just slipped into your custom made pajamas and waited until he got himself dressed as well— a Calvin Klein underwear— before you both washed your teeth and got out of the bathroom.

You sat on the bed, trying your hardest not to smile, not wanting to look crazy. But you were happy. So, so happy, you were probably writing about this later.

“Here, pretty,” he handed you a bottle of water, already opened. “Drink this for me and we're ready to go to sleep.”

You thanked him softly before practically chugging the water bottle and placing it on your nightstand.

Jack smiled and gave you a peck, before sliding into the bed with you, pulling you close, as he always did. He wasn’t much of a snuggle guy, but he knew how much you liked them, so he just followed the lead.

After a few minutes in silence, you turned around so you could face those sapphire eyes you loved so dearly. “I am on birth control,” you whispered, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “Just so you know.”

He smiled, chuckling. “I know that, baby. I was just giving you something you needed.”

You nodded, not sure if you should feel content or not. Did that mean Jack doesn’t want you to be the mom of his kids? Your post-sex brain shouted yes.

He must have sensed that something was going on inside of your brain, because he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“For the record, I do want to have babies with you,” he said, as if he couldn’t believe you thought otherwise. “Just maybe not now? I’m still twenty-three and you’re almost twenty-five.”

“‘S fine,” you mumbled, hiding your face on his chest. “I know that. I was just being horny.”

You heard his breathy laugh and his chest moving according to the sound. “Yeah. I know that too, baby,”

The jet-lag and the tiredness of the day hit you like a trunk, and you were out not even five minutes later, nestled inside the heavy duvet and Jack’s arms.

“I love you, Soph,” Jack’s whisper was the last thing you heard, making a tired smile appear on your lips.

“‘Love you more.”

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sophiamontenegro 'juno' music video is out now!

starring our nhl stars, _quinnhughes, jackhughes and lhughes_06, my beautiful best friend morgan.grace and my loving niece aurora!

i love all of u and i'm so thankful for all the love you guys have given 'make me yours' so far!!! xx tell me ur favorite positions ;)

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morgan.grace I LOVE YOU

user1 she wrote this during ovulation week bc ain’t no way

lhughes_06 😌

user4 when she sang “god bless your dad’s genetics” and the camera showed quinn jack and luke sitting on the couch I DIED. LIKE HELL YES

user2 idk about you guys but i found it sooo cute when she said “one of me is cute but two though?” and showed a baby who looked just like her 🥹🥹🥹🥹 i need sophia to be a mom right now

nicohischier 😮😮😮

trevorzegras why didn’t u call me, I’m a great actor

sophiamontenegro trevorzegras dwayne get out my fucking comment section. go do something man

user12 my favourite part was when she said “i showed my friends, then we high fived” and it was her and grace stalking jack’s instagram 💀💀

user7 i giggled so hard when she sat on jack’s lap and sang “i’m so fucking horny” and he SMIRKED. HELP 💜

jackhughes you know my favorite one

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[creedslove]

There is an edit of Whiskey with the song "Viva las vegas" in my Tiktok likes. A while ago I read a headcanon that says our favorite cowboy likes to sing. Well, I am a faithful believer that not only singing, Jack could be a perfect clumsy sassy fool imitating Elvis and making his girl laugh with all his antics and bad jokes, even if he's not a really fan of him, he could perfectly sing his sweethearth a cover of "Unchained melody" also by Elvis.

A perfect balance between acting funny and also sweet and fucking, painfully in love with his "sugar". ✨

I also thank you for writing of my pretty hot cowboy, he deserves a lot.

I love your fanfics so much and I love you too ✨✨ take your time babe, I hope you're fine and you had been a beautiful christmas and new year! ❣️

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: I love this very much! Unfortunately I have never seen this edit but if it crosses your fyp you can send me the link ❤️ I'm sure our cowboy is very handy and talented when it comes to his guitar and he is an Elvis fan, no doubt about it, so I wrote this short headcanon because it's a sweet idea and also because I need to get back to writing, I'm becoming way too lazy on my vacation, lol! Happy New Year's honey, I wish you all the best ❤️

alright so our beloved Senior Agent Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels grew up on a ranch, during a time where social media wasn't really existent and instead of gathering in front of the TV, the families gathered in the front porch, chatting, watching the stars and mostly playing the guitar and singing old tunes

seeing grandpa Daniels, papa Daniels and uncle Daniels doing so, little Jack felt the desire of playing the guitar spike within and soon enough he was grabbing an old guitar and practicing some notes

it got to the point it became Jack's favorite part of the day, just sitting around the porch, listening and playing the guitar

he also had so many nightmares when he first learned the legend of Robert Johnson and how he had supposedly sold his soul to the devil in order to become a master at guitar playing, but he wasn't going to tell anyone that

the fact was Jack was improving each time more caused his family to gift him a brand new guitar when he became a teen, it's his current guitar and he loves it until this day

and at that same age, he also found out that playing the guitar is something that can attract a lot of girls, being the flirty little gent he was back then and growing into the flirty man he is, he can definitely pick up girls just by playing the guitar

yeah it can sound cliche and corny, but wouldn't you melt if that handsome cowboy looked into your eyes with his beautiful brown ones and played a tune for you?

of course you would, we all would

Jack is a country man, he listens to country, flirts with blues and also rock’n’roll, you can definitely find Elvis, Chuck Berry, Robert Johnson, Aretha Franklin and many others in his playlists and of course he plays some of these himself

something he won't ever reveal is that he's a great Elvis impersonator, and he has even done an Elvis cover show to keep his disguise on a mission and Champ paid a large amount for the security camera footage so he could watch his performance whenever he wanted and have a good laugh

Whiskey likes sitting in the front porch with you, he likes spending time, stealing a few kisses as the lights make his ranch even cozier and he can play love songs for you

he declares all his love through them and even if he doesn't consider himself a good singer, he will sing for you, because he knows how much you love it and that's enough for him to do it, anything to earn a beautiful smile from his sugar

and sure, it can be a little cliche, but you can be sure your cowboy will take you for a dance to ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’ by Elvis on your wedding party ❤️

____

[hislittleraincloud]

Fandom fic thoughts no one asked for:

I am highly, highly against Wednesday having any dialogue in which she speaks like her parents to her loved ones, i.e. all of that "Mon cher!" garbage towards Enid. It's cringey:

1. It's traditionally romantic and excessively cheesy, and [Ortega's] Wednesday is not. She just isn't, and y'all should know better. ETA: In regards to love, her parents are like Pepe Le Pew and a willing/enamored skunk (I forget if Pepe ever found his equal, but I do remember the girl cat got 🧠 'ed into behaving like Pepe usually does, which gave him a taste of his own psycho stalker medicine...ah, we had some fkd up cartoons back in the day). Wednesday would be like Michigan J. Frog...animated with only one person, in private...and that's still not a guarantee that she would ever want to emulate her mother, with whom we know that there are severe issues between them. Ridiculous, exaggerated displays of affection define Gomez and Morticia. To have Wednesday behave like that would be sacrificing the one thing that keeps her from turning into a total clone of them.

She can end up wanting to have love and a partner, and even a family, but that does not change the public mask [of a narcissist], and the notion that she would be perceived exactly like her mother upsets her. Direct reasons aren't given by the show, but by how they interact, we can see that Wednesday believes that 'everything is a competition'...but it's not [Morticia's] accomplishments that she rattles off that are the problem; it's somewhere, Wednesday picked up some terrible, terrible "I'm not good enough, I will never be as good as she is" blows to her psyche. From Wednesday's POV, she believes her mother is a narcissist (her self-awareness of her own narcissism is for its own post); only a narcissist would purposefully break someone else's chances of either being equal to or surpassing their greatness, and they get envious (and ego hurt) when it happens.

(...God, now I wanna program Ortega's voice to sing the fkn frog's song 🤣💀)

2. She doesn't want to be like her parents, and that would just...make her be more like her parents. This is the most major personal growth theme in the whole of the show, and it can't be ignored, otherwise it just turns Ortega's Wednesday into a generic iteration of a 'Wednesday character'. If it were one drabble or fic, alright, that's AU, but I see it in nine out of ten Wenclair 'drabbles' (if you can call straight-on dialogue shorts drabbles...we did not, back in the day) that clog up my fyp.

3. Her parents are extremely cultured and speak those love languages/romance languages as a whole together, to each other. Enid is not that kind of cultured at all (she can't spell, has bad grammar, and is just not interested in the same things Wednesday is). Enid would think it was cute, too, and Wednesday doesn't do cute, either (ever! EVER.**).

4. Again, Wednesday doesn't want to be like her parents, and it would be unfunnily mortifying to her to speak like that in public and in front of other people, even if she were fucking Enid. In private? See #1 and 2.

5. In Afterburn: It pained me to have her let slip the Spanish to Donovan on her birthday, but I did it because it was an unintentional slip, it was in private, and it wasn't a pet name, it was a command. She is very much like her mother in bed, but she also knows that Donovan isn't as cultured as her parents, and thus, she will refrain from that "mon cher/mon amour/whatever non-English pet names" crap.

6. There are so many other things Wednesday could call Enid (or Tyler, or Xavier, or whoever the Hell's she's paired with) without becoming a clone of her mother. Resorting to Gomez and Morticia's horribly cloying phrases is not charming, it's laziness. *channeling my inner Bianca here*

7. Now this goes back to #2 and #4, but on that note: There are obvious issues between Wednesday and her mother, and sounding like her disturbs the Hell out of her (or behaving like her, which is why Wednesday's eyes just about shit themselves in different directions when Fester said that her "death stare of disapproval reminded him of her mother").

It's almost like she has a glass eye.👀 It's there bc the AI picked it up hard I guess & it affected my outputs.

There is no way in Hell, no matter how juicy-tasty Enid's furry twat is, that Wednesday would suddenly decide that she should mimic Morticia.

I know all of this is gonna piss off a whole lot of people, but I don't care. It's not Wednesdaying right to have her call anyone by the same pet names her parents use, no matter how fluffy the relationship is. She just doesn't do relationships the same way her parents do. It's far more OOC to do that than even my pairing her up with Donovan is (which needs its own reasoning, probably in a different rant).

Rant over, and y'all can keep goin', but that's not gonna make the dialogue sound any less terrible and embarrassing.

**Afterburn Wednesday does do 'cute' with Donovan in private, but it's because of the fundamental differences from N/Canon attached to her core personality, i.e. she's hypersexual and has some regression issues here and there. Even still, she has a very hard time calling him any pet names because once again for those in the back: She does not want to be like her parents or associate her love with her parents' love, even as she recognizes that she is a lot like her mother. 🤷🏽‍♂️

(Also, I just read an incorrect assumption. Morgues have blood samples. They don't keep whole ass blood bags like blood banks/hospitals do. Get that right before you write me some Yoko & Wednesday.)

[afkaskus]

It was a peaceful day in Paris. No one has been akumatized and birds were singing the most beautiful melodies you could hear. Nothing could go wrong that day. Or that's what Marinette thought, until she saw Chat Noir through her window. They weren't supposed to be patrolling, and there was no akuma alert. Worried, she called her transformation and went to see why was Chat Noir jumping around Paris as if his life depended of that.

By the time she got outside she couldn't see him anymore. But she went on his search, just to find him sobbing on top of the Eiffel tower.

-Chat Noir? - Ladybug said before she could see his face. - Is everything alright?

Chat Noir turned around. She could see waterfalls of tears streaming down his face. In his hands he was holding something to his chest as if his life depended on it.

-M'lady - Chat sobbed again and his eyes were full of tears once again.

-Oh, kitty. - Ladybug got close to him and hugged him. Her heart was broken. She has never seen Chat Noir crying, and she couldn't imagine him ugly crying, but he was, and he needed her support.

They hugged for a while until Chat Noir was not sobbing anymore. Ladybug pushed him with delicacy by the shoulders and wiped a tear that was on his face.

-What happened?

With tears threatening to fall again he answered with the most cracked voice she has ever hear him.

-Someone stole my dabloons.

-What? - Ladybug dropped her arms to her side shocked by the reason Chat had to be that heartbroken.

-I was on Tiktok and I had a lot of dabloons, the inflation is incredible, but I was saving them in case everything got better, and... - He took a deep breath before he could continue. -And someone stole them. Then I found a wizard and now I'm in debt with him. -Chat started to cry again

-How much do you owe him?

-4 dabloons.

-Oh, it's not that much, you can pay it later.

-But I'm in debt! I have never been in debt! I was rich! How am I going to pay him if someone stole my dabloons? How will I know that I can reach to him before someone stole them again? - Chat Noir just cried.

______

As soon as Adrien arrived to his house, he opened Tiktok. Just as Ladybug said, he could get back those dabloons. What he didn't expect was seeing himself as Chat Noir in the first video that popped up on his FYP.

-"This is my kitty" - You could read in the video with a normal picture of him. - "His name is Chat Noir"

-"My kitty was sad today" - Another picture of him, this time he was on the floor holding his phone, the same way he was doing it a few hours before. Could it be..?

-"Someone stole his dabloons :(" -This time was a selfie. You could see him hidding in a neck, more specifically, in Ladybug's neck.

-"Please help him get back his dabloons." -Another picture appeared. It was the angry black cat meme and next to it it was a Chat Noir picture with the same pose.

-"Or there will be consequences >:(" - The last picture showed up. It was Ladybug making a cute angry face. He has never seen the pictures before. Actually, he is pretty sure he hasn't cry in front of Ladybug but today.

He decided to check the account. @ yesiamladybug only had that video, the name said "Ladybug🐞" and as a description it had "please get Chat Noir dabloons back". The profile picture was the cute angry picture he saw on the video. It had to be Ladybug.

He came back to the video and noticed that it was viral. On the comment section you could see everything, people supporting the cause, people doubting the real ladybug would create a real account to do that, and others.

Adrien was rich now, he had 3 magical cats that helped him to keep his dabloons safe, 10 weapons, two hot cocoa, a frog, several places to sleep and he was now part of a pirate crew.

[qnewsau]

Queer Aussie musicians releasing out, proud & loud new music

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/aussie-queer-musicians/

Queer Aussie musicians releasing out, proud & loud new music

From country to pop 2024 is a fantastic year for Aussie musicians who continue to drop proud, new music for all to enjoy.

Sure Pride Month saw Orville Peck and Kylie collaborate, but independent Aussie artists are knocking it out of the park releasing unique, out-and-proud music celebrating their sound and identities.

Here are some of the latest highlights.

Michael Waugh – Beauty & Truth

Award-winning country music singer-songwriter Michael Waugh released his new LP since coming out publicly last year.

Beauty & Truth is an 11-song album where Waugh shares his authentic self through his music.

“The title track of the album Beauty & Truth took me a long time to write.” Waugh tells us.

“When I was working on it, I wasn’t able to complete it because I wasn’t ready to be completely honest with myself or the world.”

“I was holding on to a version of myself that I thought that I needed to be.”

“But this is just about trying to put out into the world a message of love and healing, and hope for beauty and truth. “

His latest album ranges from songs honouring the gay elders that came before him, a tribute to Patsy Cline and Tammy Wynette, and playful moments with his partner.

Check out the album here.

Adam Noviello & YES HOMO’s horny new bob ‘Recipe’

Non-binary singer-songwriter Adam Noviello graced the cover of QNews Victoria last month singing ‘No More’ with Greg Gould, Kate Dearaugo and Kween Kong.

Teasing what would it sound like if Rush and Padam Padam had a baby, they continue to heat things up recently dropping their latest single Recipe, a steamy collaboration with YES HOMO.

With a banging beat, soaring vocals, sexy food metaphors and a Pina Colada recipe before the bridge, Recipe is a scrumptious blend of all things that make great pop music.

“RECIPE is my best track yet. I’m so proud of it, and I can’t wait for it to slay every dance floor in town.” they said.

Laced with cheeky food metaphors for sex, skipping the hors d’oeuvres and jumping right to the main course, Noviello has an unapologetic approach to pop music and continues to push boundaries redefining pop.

 Check out more of their music here.

@adamnoviello New horny bop OUT NOW #recipe @Global League #newsong #fyp #newmusic #singersongwriter #dancemusic #foryoupage #viral #queer #enby #singersongwritersoftiktok #nonbinary ♬ original sound – Adam Noviello

Jawbreakers – The Flavour

Tasty queer musicians and drag duo Jawbreakers have released The Flavour, a glittery dance-pop track that’ll be sure to satisfy your sweet tooth.

With a tasty music video, this dynamic duo brings a delicious concoction of sugary sax, fizzy synths, and lip-smacking lyrics.

“It’s so exciting to be back releasing music after nearly a 2 year break.” Sabrina Babvyslut tells us.

“We came back with an elevated version of a quintessential jawbreaker dance track!”

“If there’s one thing we want to bring to the dance for its high energy and fun tracks and we are so excited for everyone to hear it.”

They know how to bring the energy and keep you craving more.

“We’re beyond ready to show everyone what we have been working so hard on!” Kali Fornikate said.

“With the music video, we wanted to create a fully immersive world, so you can see what was in our minds when we built the track.”

Jawbreakers bring fierce and high-energy dance music to stages around the world.

Wherever you are, give them a download.

Naavikaran – CHIQ DISCCOTHEQ

With CHIQ DISCOTHEQ, artist and queer musician Naavikaran has debuted an ode to queer joy.

This 6 track Futurist Pop adventure was produced by a small team of trans baddies in an even smaller bedroom in Naarm.

“I wanted to make a project where people can listen to it and realize that they deserve laughter.”

“We deserve pleasure and to experience life like anyone else. We deserve a full human life.��� Naavikaran told us.

A unique listening experience, the tracks are titled Tranny Girlfriend, Pedestal, and Zai Ki Naka.

 This diverse, powerful, and uplifting EP deserves your attention.

Have a listen here.

Thriving in Perpetual Darkness

The debut EP from Chinese Cambodian artist JXCKY, Thriving in Perpetual Darkness was written in just three months.

“It’s taken me years to get to a point where I could sit down and produce a body of work that I’d be proud of and fully resonated with.” JXCKY said.

“I was once told that I’m a person that ‘thrives in perpetual darkness’ and I cast shadows on anything that offers me even a glimmer of light. I needed to know if that was true.”

“This project is statement after statement drenched in heartache, vengeance, insecurity, self-doubt, danger and revelations.

The 7 track EP is dark pop magic and well worth checking out.

TWINK tops with remixes

Levelling up his track TWINK, last month Tom Nethersole dropped not one, but two hot remixes ahead of his album later this month.

“TWINK is one of my favourite songs I’ve put out.” Tom told us, “I love that people keep discovering and sharing it.”

“I released these two remixes because after this I’m going to be in a chill, emotional kind of era.”

“I wanted people to have something more energetic and fun to listen to before then.”

“I also wanted to highlight other naarm-based artists in these remixes. They’re just fun. It’s a new take on a song I already love.”

These bangers were mixed DJs and music producers JXN Miles and Nate Sutton.

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[vilapollo]

showing off your boyfriend online pt 2

pairing: Venti, Xiao, Tohma, Kazuha/gn!reader

tags: sfw-ish, fluff, lingerie mentions, sexual tension, modern au, drabble, tiktok trends, Venti crossdressing

notes: first of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! planning on emptying up my drafts for this month so here is a request by @kyana-chan . my fyp was filled with genshin content so it took me a while before i wrote this lmao. i wrote the first one bcos i was bitter with all the couples in my fyp then they were just gone after that. also, i suffered from writer's block so forgive me if this is a little meh ;u;

edit: edited Venti's part a little because i was too absent minded while writing this sorry ;u;

You and Venti often post about each other in your own social media profiles, though your contents aren't exactly the same.Venti is famous for his videos of singing short songs that are usually dedicated to you. In your profile, people could see the Venti doing the most nonsensical things like arguing with you about whether milk or cereal comes first or whether or not it's the index or pinky finger (which he insists is the pinky finger, by the way). He's also much more shameless than you, even getting into your phone and filming prank videos of you. One time, he decided to film a little video where he finally wore a lingerie that he bought a while ago as a surprise while you were out buying something from the convenience store. He filmed your reaction as soon as you got home, almost dropping the paper bags in your hand. Your face was so red that Venti was teasing and laughing at you even after he finished recording.

Xiao does whatever you ask of him when you try to make a video with him. It's truly adorable considering how people usually comments how you have the "scary dog privilege" with how intimidating Xiao looks most of the time despite his stature. Although he has an intimidating image, those videos wherein you prank him like that one time when you out too much salt into your soup and making him taste test it. He tried so hard to keep a straight face and told you it tasted amazing. You almost ran out of breath laughing your ass off from Xiao's blatant lie. Some of your followers' favorite videos are that wherein Xiao is the one who personally colors your hair. Though you aren't very confident with the colors, Xiao always manages to make the hair color suit you. You always praise him for his talent but Xiao convinces you that it's just because you're so perfect that any color would match you. Because of his talent for hair dressing, many people have asked if he could color their hair too if they paid him, but Xiao refused them, saying that he would only color your hair and no one else's.

Everybody labeled Tohma as the perfect male wife. And he's even proud that he holds such title. You always show off the dishes that he cooks, especially the lunches that he makes for you. And since everyone's mouths seem to be watering from the dishes he cooks, you were able to convince him to create his own account and post his recipes. People also adored the small handmade presents that he gives you for no reason at all. You did a small video of that wherein you showed the cabinet where you stored all of his presents like the small dog stuffed toy that he crocheted for you. Apart from those wholesome posts about Tohma, you also love filming how easily the man gets flustered. You decided to do a sexy dance trend in front of the poor man was suffering throughout the whole video. His eyes were tracking each and every move of your body as he breathed heavily, and many people went wild on the comments.

You introduced Kazuha to everyone by doing that one trend where you show what you "pulled". At first, it was a clip of you pulling the door to a room as a joke only to reveal Kazuha inside where he was playing a guitar. The next clip was a recording of him telling you the new poem that he wrote. And many loved him for that and asked for more and so you did. He claimed that he wasn't very good with writing poetries at all but he expressed his gratitude to your followers for liking the poetries that he makes. Many fell for that innocent exterior of him until you did one of those dance trends as well. He was passing by when he saw you dancing and, slowly, he approached you from behind and placed a hand on your hips before swaying with you. But that wasn't what revealed Kazuha's other side. People were going crazy at the way Kazuha stared at you, asking how come a seemingly innocent looking person could be able to make that face.

[aurumacadicus]

Winteriron, AU where one of them is TikTok famous/they meet through TikTok?

Personally, Tony wasn't a fan of TikTok. He could see where it was a good app, but he could also see where it was a terrible app. He'd studied the algorithm and was impressed by it, but there was so much toxicity that he was hesitant to interact with it further. Unfortunately, his interns were teenagers who got into mischief.

Stark Industries had a TikTok account, and it was usually used to post advertisements and behind-the-scenes clips, which Tony knew about and signed off on because he might be terrified of TikTok but he understood that it was an excellent place to do so. Peter had somehow wheedled Pepper into letting him take control of the account for twenty minutes 'to appeal to the newer generation' and now there was a video of Tony singing and dancing along to ABBA's Dancing Queen that ended with him screaming and falling over a table when he realized that Peter, Ned, and MJ were watching him. Pepper wouldn't even listen to him demanding it be deleted because they'd gotten thousands of new followers for it and it was 'good for business to see you're human sometimes, Tony.' He bruised his fucking tailbone on the internet but whatever.

So he had his own TikTok now, because apparently he deserved no privacy. On the bright side, the highest-trafficked post he'd made was a video of Peter after he'd somehow glued himself to the ceiling while MJ and Ned attempted to bat him down with brooms, so. He had that going for him.

He did not tell anyone that his entire fyp was thirst traps made by the Winter Soldier. He told himself it wasn't weird. Sometimes the Winter Soldier posted recipes that he used 'to keep up his physique,' and on April Fool's Day Tony actually whimpered when instead of transitioning to being nearly naked, he just showed the camera a plate of shrimp tacos. He might be a slut but he was also a fan of food. It was fine. He wasn't doing anything wrong. It was fine.

"Tony, have you met our newest patient for our trial line of prosthetics?" Pepper asked as he stepped into the conference room. "You said you'd been wanting to get your hands on someone with Hammer Tech to see how you could improve on the work."

"I have!" Tony answered cheerfully, because he loved making Hammer look bad. He turned to offer his hand to the patient.

And screamed.

"Oh, you too, huh?" Winter Soldier asked, smirking. "I get this a lot."

"Why," Pepper breathed, aghast, as Tony fled the room at a sprint.

"I do thirst traps on TikTok," Bucky replied with a casual shrug.

Pepper buried her face in her hands with a groan. Maybe she shouldn't have bullied Tony into getting a TikTok after the viral post Peter had made. She jerked her head up. "What do you mean you get this a lot?!"

"I'm pretty famous for my thirst traps," Bucky answered, again a bit too casually for her blood pressure.

Tony was going to attach his new arm backwards because he was so distracted, she just knew it.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

The Electric Ballroom **

Just because I keep seeing tiktoks with Harry and Stormzy on my FYP. I mean, it had to be done.

There were perks to being in Harry’s inner circle. One of the better ones was to get to see him perform if you asked. Most of the time he asked friends along, like this time. He was doing a secret show at the Electric Ballroom and he wanted some of his family and friends there. Including Y/N. Better said, especially, Y/N. See, he and Y/N had been… getting to know each other over the last few months and well, seeing her around always seemed to light more of a fire under him when he did things. He wanted to impress her. Remind her why she had decided to give him a chance.

She had been pretty reluctant about taking things further than a friendship with him. He couldn’t help but think about it as he got for ready for the show. She was afraid that if things didn’t go well they would stop being friends. He tightened up his tie and tried hard not to smirk as he remembered pulling her in by the waist and kissing her before telling her that no matter what happened between them, he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Ready, Styles?” He heard through the door.

“Yeah!” He called back before spritzing on some cologne and staring at himself for a second. He inhaled and then exhaled, rolling his head from side to side to loosen up before looking at himself once more, dead on.

“Show time.” He said to himself before hurrying out.

For Harry, performing was the most exciting and exhilarating part of his career. He fed off of the crowd’s energy and he couldn’t wait to do it now. To show everyone what he had been doing for the last year or so. He hugged his bandmates and waited excitedly for his intro to play. He was riding a high.

**********

The crowd grew restless when the lights dimmed and the screams filled the air. Y/N squeezed Jeffrey’s hand as the energy in the room shifted to one of anticipation. It was suffocating. Part of her wished she could be down in the crowd with the rest of the fans. Dance with them, sing with them, live in the moment. Not that she couldn’t here, but with Jeffrey and Gemma and other friends and family up in the VIP box with her, she felt that she would give away what she and Harry had been trying so hard to keep secret for the last few months.

“He sounded really good in rehearsal. It’s gonna be sick.” Jeffrey spoke closer to her ear and she smiled wide. Waiting, like everyone else. She let go of his hand to take a sip of her drink and as soon as she set it down she heard it:

“Style. Style is the answer to everything.” And then the da-da-dums from Golden and she turned to Jeff, bottom lip bitten in excitement between her teeth and he chuckled.

It was just a month ago that she had been laying in his bed listening to him go on and on about tour plans and how he had no idea how he wanted to open. He knew the song, but he wanted to do something unique. She had just encountered Bukowski’s “Style” from a friend’s instagram caption a few days prior and searched it up and she had immediately thought of Harry. So she pulled up the video as he laid against her tummy, waiting patiently for what she was gonna show him. He was a Bukowski fan himself, so when he saw it he knew that this was the perfect thing. He was one for the build up of things, she’d come to know in her time with him. She remembers the exact look on his face as the wheels in his mind turned and he spoke up, “Babe, this is fucking perfect.”

“A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing. To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it.”

Her heart was hammering as the crowd started cheering and the band emerged. She found herself smiling wide as this played out before her.

“To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art. Style is a difference. A way of doing. A way of being done.”

And then there is was, the intro to Golden. She waited eagerly to see Harry, her lover. And in seconds he emerged from the back, in a yellow suit (their favorite color), waving at the crowd before slipping his six string over his shoulder and greeting the crowd. Those of them in the booth also cheered for him as well and watched as the performance took off.

If Y/N wasn’t absolutely taken by him before she was once again reminded of why she was so attracted to him. He had a presence about him that was so incredible. He was an artist and he was widely loved by everyone. Seeing him so happy and pouring his heart out just made her feel proud as she sang along. It was time for the encore and things were taking a turn towards surprise. First he sang Juice and then Wonderful Christmas Time and then suddenly the room was roaring with screams and adoration as Stormzy ran out and hugged Harry.

Now, rap was not Y/N’s genre. But she had heard Vossi Bop before from her friends and even Harry when he worked out sometimes (other times he pretended he had a rap career when he showered). But she was watching him go off, hyping up the crowd, letting Stormzy do his thing while he danced around and never missing the opportunity to shout “then I finish with a facial just to top it off”. It was doing things to Y/N. They’d never done that before… it got her mind working as she watched him wrap up the show. Their group was heading out, they were meeting up for drinks afterwards. She followed Jeffrey backstage for him to grab his things.

“I’m gonna hang back, I want to catch up with Ny.” She said to Jeffrey.

“Oh yeah, sure! See you there!” He said before heading off and she wandered down the halls until she reached the door that read “H. Styles” and just stepped inside. She looked around a bit before plopping down on the chair before the vanity and pulled out her phone. He was blowing up on Twitter for bringing out Stormzy, she smiled as she looked through everything. And then she heard all the ruckus coming from down the hall and soon she heard Harry.

“Yeah, I’ll see you lot there!” He laughed before his door opened and he stepped inside and smiled wide when he saw Y/N in there, “Hi, angel!” He said quietly, their eyes meeting through the mirror. She didn’t miss his fingers turning the lock on the door and she bit her lip.

“You were amazing.” She said as he came behind her and hugged around her shoulders before kissing her head.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, babe.” She confirmed and he slipped out of his jacket before tossing it back onto the couch, “Love to see you on stage.” She said as she hopped off of the chair and turned to face him. He reached for her hips and he walked her back until he helped her up onto the vanity. She draped her hands around his neck as their lips met in a kiss, “Need a little help with these?” She asked as her hands ran down his clothed chest, fingers running over the buttons of the shirt.

“Please.” He hummed before kissing the tip of her nose and she smiled sweetly before kissing his cheek and then his jaw as her fingers started working on his buttons slowly.

Y/N nudged at his jaw with her nose and he bit down on his lip as he rolled his head to the side as her lips kissed down his neck softly. He knew he was sweaty, but she really didn’t seem to mind as she made her way down his chest with each newly exposed inch of skin as she released button after button until she couldn’t bend any lower due to her position. She pulled his shirt out form under his trousers and finished it off before she helped him slip out of it and they just let it fall to the floor as their lips met again in a slower and more steamy kiss. He hummed as her fingers raked down his now bare chest and hooked into the hem of his pants. He held her neck gently as they kissed more and then his eyebrows shot up and his eyes opened when he felt her working on the button of his trousers.

“Baby?” He grinned.

“Hmmm?” She asked, her eyes fluttering open to meet his lovely green ones.

“What’re you doing?” He asked through a smile and she bit her lip for a second.

“Helping.” She answered simply and he chuckled.

“Really?”

“Yep.” She hummed as she pulled down the zipper and his trousers just slipped down his legs, bunching up at his feet.

“Why?” He asked and she sighed before looking up at him again.

“Because, you’re already hard anyway and after you did so well tonight I just thought you deserved a little action.” She grinned and he narrowed his eyes at her, “It’s really sexy when you’re up there doing your thing, OK?” She said making him laugh lightly again.

“Thank you, angel. But maybe we should just wait ’til we’re home.” He said and she groaned.

“But I want you now…” she whined and he smiled before kissing her deeper, trying not to lose his mind as her fingers traced along the exposed laurels on his v-lines. “Also you were saying something about finishing with a facial and it was pretty hot.” She hummed against his lips and he grinned.

“That’s what did it for you?” He chuckled and she nodded.

“I’ve never had tha’done to me before. Always seemed kinda degrading, but when it comes to you…I know s’not the reason you’d ever want to finish on me for.” She said and he nodded. If anything he’d do it because she was so fucking beautiful, whenever they fucked he had lost count of the amount of times watching her come undone had led to his own end. Also, it was just hot, “We should be quick.” She said and he nodded as he slipped his boxers down and then helped her bunch up her dress and slip her own underwear off her legs before bringing her closer to the edge of the vanity. He grabbed a hold of his cock and rocked his hips forward, painting it against her folds with a taut jaw and a hiss.

“Always so fucking wet for me.” He groaned between them and she whimpered as he kept rubbing his tip into her swollen clit.

“Fuck.” She groaned as she watched his pre-come and her own arousal making a mess of her center.

“Ready for me?” He asked before kissing her and she nodded. Her eyes shut tight as she felt him push inside. They both moaned the moment they were connected and his head fell onto her shoulder as he pushed further inside. He loved having sex with Y/N. She always reacted to him so nicely and her body always welcomed his eagerly. He felt a tingle run down his spine when he finally bottomed out with a deep grunt and a squeeze of her legs around his hips. He ground his hips in deeper, feeling his tip kissing that deep and spongey spot inside of her and it made her moan into his ear as his fingers squeezed around her waist tighter, “Shit, y’feel so good.” He slurred into her neck kissing her there as he fucked her slow and deep, drunk on the feeling of being inside of her.

“Can we…take this off?” She mumbled and he nodded, rearing back from her a bit and pulling off the dress she was wearing and tossing it back somewhere as she unhooked her bra and dropped it to the side before they were back in each other’s embrace.

He loved feeling her body hugged close to his; her hands running down his back, nails digging into his biceps, shoulders, or chest when he’d thrust in particularly deep…

“Fuck baby, right there.” She whispered, her head rolling back as he kept fucking into that spot that was making the pleasure start to radiate to the rest of her body. The small dull ache deep inside of her from how deep he was, was enough to make her scream, but she had to stay quiet. He was struggling to stay quiet too. Doing his best to not rattle the vanity too much as he pounded into her. Clenching his jaw and deepening his groans so that they reverberated in his chest instead of resonate in the room. Just the way that her walls were squeezing and creating a most delicious pressure around his cock was making him feel feral. The way it felt like ge was being pulled deeper, as if her body was begging him to come inside of her. It was a lot.

“Oh fuck…” he hissed as he stopped for a second, still deep inside of her. His thighs were trembling as the pleasure made him start to feel woozy. She reached between them and started rubbing at her clit and pushed herself up and down his erection as much as she could. He watched with starry eyes as she rubbed at herself and as his length disappeared into her body. She took him so well. There was a time when they struggled, but look at her now. Her body loved his and he could confirm it as her walls started fluttering around his cock, sucking him in deeper, “S’close angel, gonna come for me?” He asked and she nodded, biting down on her lip as she focused on the feeling. The feeling that was making her tummy tighten and for her fingers to stutter in their rhythm.

He could feel her thighs squeezing tighter around his hips and see her chest rising and falling a lot more quickly. He started going faster, the vanity was quaking beneath them at the force of his thrusts. He couldn’t care less who found out about them at this point, he just wanted to feel her come.

“Oh my god!” She whimpered as her free hand tightened around his inked up bicep.

“That’s it, angel. Focus on where you’re feeling me pound into you.” He panted against her mouth and then her eyes shut tight and her breathing hitched. One of his hands flew up to cover her mouth as she moaned into it. Her legs twitched and trembled around him as she started crashing. She bit down on her lip and hummed as she soaked his cock with her cum.

Her fingers even felt tingly, her toes were curling, and her head felt like it was floating as the world around her muted down as she rode it out, “Shit, y’came so much for me.” She could hear Harry faintly through the sound of blood roaring in her head, “So fucking wet.” She could feel the pressure of him continuing to pound into her, chasing his own release. As she slowly became more and more aware she could feel that his rhythm was off and that he was right on the brink. Despite the sensitivity she tightened up her walls around him making him moan as his head rested on her shoulder. She started pushing him back until he was slipping out of her and she got on her knees.

“Angel-” He paused when her hand enveloped him and started stroking.

“Y’always come so much. Wanna see just how much. Show me.” She insisted and he groaned and nodded. His hands rested on the vanity’s counter as she then took his cock into her mouth and tapped on his thigh, encouraging him to do as he pleased.

“Holy shit…” he grunted as his hands grabbed her head to hold her still as he shallowly fucked into her mouth, “Fuck… so good at that, baby…” he moaned as she tightened up her lips when she caught on to his motions. He got closer and closer every time that the head of his cock would push past her lips. It’s where he was sensitive and she knew that and she was making this happen for him, “I’m gonna come… fuck!” He grunted.

In seconds she tasted the first spurt of him on her tongue before he pulled out of her mouth stroking his cock and clenching his eyes tight as he came all over her lips and left cheek. She could feel the warmth running down her face and then a new spurt against her neck and chest. He looked so fucking hot when he came, it was one of her favorite things to witness. And now he looked absolutely spent, the hard fist he had made into her hair was slowly being released as he came down. His bare chest glistened and rose up and down quickly as the feeling subsided.

“Fuck…” he whispered before his eyes opened up and he bit his lip as he took her in. She was all his. He groaned when he saw her tongue poke out and lick around her lips that were glazed with his cum, “You can’t do something like that right after I came.” He said and she giggled, “Gonna get me all worked up again, angel.” He whined and she shrugged.

“Help me up, yeah?” She asked and he reached for her hands and pulled her up to sit on the counter again. Now that she was at his level he could see just how much he had actually come. She smiled as she watched him taking in the mess he’d painted on her skin, “I told you it’s a lot. S’why you’re always dripping out of me when you come inside.” She said and he shook his head when his eyes met hers.

“Love…that’s…don’t put that picture in my mind right now. We need to go.” He said with a grin and she giggled before he let go of her and walked into the adjoining bathroom and came back with a wet hand towel to clean her off, “Your makeup’s ruined.” He mumbled softly as he cleaned off her cheek with the warm towel.

“Whatever.” She hummed as he moved down her jaw and to her chin, giving her lips one more swipe. He then folded it over and wiped down her neck and chest.

“There.” He smiled at her and then he grabbed her face and kissed her softly. A total contrast to how they had just fucked, but that’s how he was. He could get intense but he always defaulted back to his sweet and gentle self and she loved that, “Now, finish getting cleaned up so we can go meet everyone.”

“Okay.” She said with a dopey smile. Her knees buckled for a sec and he grinned smugly before helping her get into the bathroom. He handed her, her clothes and then got himself dressed before plopping down on the couch tiredly and exhaling loudly before smiling wide like the love-sick fool he was.

"Finished with a facial just to top it off..." he mumbled to himself smugly, "At the Electric Ballroom...fuck." he chuckled. It was a really good night.

[thundersoothers]

secondhand smoke

suna thirst: smoking with suna is, needless to say, an experience. — or — what it’s like to have sesh with your boyfriend, suna. 

↳ 18+ — explicit content: smoking weed and everything that comes with sparking up – ex: rolling and shotgunning, making out but not any explicit smut, hand kink, spitting

↳ wc: 1.3k

↳ gn!reader

(I packed, in total, six bowls and, with an influx of stoner!suna tiktoks on my fyp, wrote this brainrot. keep in mind, I Am High. I didn’t know how to end it so I just ended it w/ what I do when I sesh. plz enjoy.)

you say it makes it burn less – breathing in the smoke from suna’s mouth into your lungs instead of from the joint itself, but you both know you’re lying. you just like the feeling of his lips on yours, and he can’t say he doesn’t like it either. 

by now, you know how to roll. you can easily do it yourself after having rolled your own joints countless times, but you like doing it with suna much more than doing it alone. you sit between his legs on the edge of the couch, his chest pressed against your back as you lean forward over the table in front of you, letting his hands guide you through the familiar motions of rolling. his hands – oh, his hands. 

his hands – tan, palms calloused from years of volleyball, the soft skin of the top covered in veins that you like to trace over absentmindedly, feeling his blood rush under your fingertips. his hands that fit so nicely in yours, rub lazily on your back in the mornings and send shivers down your spine, squeeze just tight enough around your neck when he wants you to behave. his nimble fingers that reach spots inside you even you yourself can’t, press on your tongue and make you suck on them when he wants you to shut up and be good, look so good in the pretty silver and black rings he wears around them – two of them engraved with your initials to show they belong to you and you only. 

his hands lay over yours as you twist the grinder, breaking down the buds into shake. they move up to wrap gently around your wrists, just resting on your arms as you carefully line the rolling paper, which you already laid out on the table with a filter, with shake, waiting patiently on your skin until you’re finished packing so that he can roll it. you move your hands to rest on his knees, staring down at his pretty hands. he rolls it back and forth, packing it down, before tucking the edge of the paper tightly into the roll and bringing the unglued side up to your mouth so he can run it along your tongue that you eagerly stick out of your mouth, feeling his breath on your ear, telling you to use your tongue like a good girl. he brings it back down to the table, tucks the newly wetted side into the joint and finishes it off with a twist, his hand flexing with the movement.

your fingers dig into his thighs when he sucks gently at your neck and presses his chest closer against your back when he bends you over slightly, reaching forward for the lighter on the table and flicking it once to ensure it still lights. the heat of the flame doesn’t compare to the excitement in the bottom of your stomach. 

“flip around.” his voice is deep, raspy, hot against your ear and you shudder before turning around and sitting on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips on the couch, the tops of your feet on his knees, arms around his neck, gently running one of your hands through his hair. you sit back slightly so he can bring the joint to his lips, holding it by between his thumb and pointer finger, and uses his other hand to spark the lighter and move the flame back and forth until the end burns red. 

he breathes in deeply, fluttering his eyes closed when they begin to tear up from the harshness of the first drag, and inhales a second time before taking the joint from his lips. he turns his head to the side and breathes out a thick huff of white toke. you both watch as it rises and dissipates in the air, the lingering earthy scent and a barely-there smog along the ceiling the only proof it was ever there. he turns back to you with a smile and glossy eyes. “ready?”

he breathes in again until smoke fills his lungs and ashes from the end singe the bottom of his shirt when they fall slowly. you lean forward and he takes your jaw in his fingers to guide you to his lips. you both close your eyes and open your mouths so you can inhale as he exhales, feeling the hot, thick smoke travel down your throat to settle into your lungs and warm your chest.

it doesn’t burn any less than it would if you inhaled directly from the joint, but his lips on yours makes up for it. after a second, you pull back to breathe out to the side, the air around you getting hazier. you look back at suna, who reaches forward to lay his hand on the back of your neck and pull you toward him, pressing your lips onto his and breathing smoke out again into your mouth. you don’t bother moving away, instead exhaling through your nose and moving your lips against his, running one of your hands through his hair, tugging on it gently, and rolling your eyes back in your head when he sucks your tongue into his. time fades away as you begin to feel it, smoke starting to fill the room from the drags you take from his mouth and your lips feeling numb from kissing him. 

and then you’re breathless, seeing galaxies behind your eyes and hearing your heart pounding loudly in your ears. you pull back and look into his hooded, reddening eyes before falling forward and laying your head on his shoulder, breathing shakily. you aren’t sure if your head is spinning from the smoke or just from him. he lays one of his hands on your hip, rubbing his thumb over the bare skin above the waistband of your bottoms, and uses the other to take another hit before leaning over to place the half-burned joint on the rolling tray.

you lick your lips and you click your tongue, feeling your mouth get dry and sticky.

“‘s your mouth dry?” he murmurs. you nod slowly, humming in affirmation. “sit up, baby.” with shaking arms, you push yourself up until you’re face to face, the look in his hooded eyes sending a shiver down your spine, the hair on your arms raising in anticipation. he takes your jaw in his fingers, saying in a gravelly voice, “open.” and you do: you lean forward, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out so he can drop a glob of warm, wet spit onto your tongue. it tastes like weed and ashes and it tastes perfectly like him. “swallow.” 

you swallow thickly, your mouth feeling less dry and tongue less heavy, before giving him a dopey smile and laying your head back down on his shoulder with a sigh. 

it’s almost addicting – the way the high makes everything so much more intense. the indica makes everything slow down, like everything is happening at half-speed. it makes your reddened eyes shut halfway, blinking slowly, looking at suna with a tired smile who stares back at you, his own eyes barely open. your bodies buzz with something like static electricity, but it feels like you’re moving in slow motion. your heart beats loudly in your ears and it’s like your blood is vibrating and pulsing as it runs through your body. it numbs your mind so all you can focus on is suna’s pretty face and tired smile, his hand on your hip, feeling heavy and hot against your skin, the distant reverb of your sesh playlist, the thick smell of weed in the air, and the taste of his skin when you leave gentle kisses down his neck. 

“tell me when you’re ready for more, baby,” he murmurs, moving his hand to run up and down your back under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine. “‘nd then we can watch scott pilgrim or summ’ after this.” 

the end.

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[katsuflossy]

Their S/o Doing the Sweeney Todd challenge with Them

Pairings: Bakugo x reader, Todoroki x reader, Kaminari Denki x reader, Sero Hanta x reader

A/N: So sorry for not dropping any content this week. College is super time consuming and as I said before I hardly have time to wipe my ass. But I hope you guys enjoy this lil thang 😁

Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer @goatsenpaiultimate

💥 Oh, brother,...may the element of surprise help you with this one.

💥 The last time you did a TikTok around him you had the nerve “accidentally” hit him with your bag. Mans almost skinned your ass if you didn’t pay him in a bunch of hugs and all the sorts.

💥 So you decide to do the kissing Sweney Todd challenge with him at the table. You propped your phone and mans was not having it knowing that you’re doing another Tiktok around him.

💥 “(Y/n) put that phone down, I ain’t fucking doing it.”

💥“Please Kastu, this one isn't as bad as the last one.” 

💥 “I don’t fucking care I don’t want to be in your Tiktok shitty woman-” Little did he know you already set the timer and the song began as he was yapping his mouth off. 

💥 The first kiss had the man looking like a freeze-frame. He said: 

💥 After every kiss, his tomato face percentage raised higher. And then the lyrics I- do you want his heart to go into cardiac arrest.

💥 Could’ve been a game fr: How red can the Katsuki turn.

💥 The goo-goo eyes you’re sending him ain’t helping either.

💥 After the Tiktok ran out, mans was still on the mannequin challenge (ugh 2016 come back 2020 is mad ghetto)

💥 He turns to you, blush subsided to only his cheeks and ears, and said:

💥 “Well, why’d ya stop? You missed a couple lyrics the first time.”

🧊 He’s an old man. Denki had to download Tiktok for him (he ain’t got no privacy settings in goddamn phone at all so Denki went straight to download it and some other stuff 👀)

🧊 His fyp lacks so much flavor like 😷 

🧊 You had to step in to manage the account.

🧊 “Shouto, where’s the flavor in this? i don’t taste anything! i don’t taste sugar, honey, cinnamon, nutmeg-”

🧊 So when you set up the phone and told him to get into the frame, he thought it was just one of those “put a finger down” vids he’s seen. 

🧊 Show this man some black tiktok creators please 😑

🧊 Three stages he goes through when you’re pecking his cheek, the one right under the scar

🧊 Stage 1: Freeze frame, stage 2: He actually freezes...like his other check had ice attached to it. And stage 3: He blushes and returns one peck back while you’re saying the last parts of the song. 

🧊 Shoto, stahp you make my heart be on x games mode.

🧊 You post it and the comments are either coping over the cuteness of the vid or simping over Shoto EVEN THOUGH you’re literally kissing the boy

🧊 Consider privating it.

🎆 He’s friends with Denki bro he knows Tiktok 

🎆 But all the training he’s doing he can hardly keep up with new trends unless its the super popular ones Denki rounds up everyone to do.

🎆 You said you want to do a Tiktok, he doesn’t care but he’ll do anything for you

🎆 The music start and the man already know this shit sounds familiar.

🎆 Started smirking like Sweeney Todd himself while staring at you pecking his cheek.

🎆 After all them pecks, he turns to you slowly, looking you straight in the eye before pulling you into a hot  makeout session.

🎆 While he pounced on you, boy knocked over the phone. The phone was still recording after and all the camera could see was Hitoshi’s purple hair.

🎆 Comments kept saying yall took that shit to the bedroom 👀 ...I’ll leave it up to your imagination.

⚡️ Man stop playing wit my boy. He on straight tiktok, alt tiktok, black tiktok and the rest.

⚡️ So he knew it was the Sweney Todd sound as soon as that first note hit.

⚡️ I hc he knows tiktok sounds by the first beat and has never been incorrect once. 

⚡️ You couldn’t even reach his cheek because he turned his head to meet you in a nice smooch.

⚡️ Girl you’re so  shocked, couldn’t even finish the whole challenge so he took over for you.

⚡️ Lip syncing the song perfectly, pecking your lips the exact moments when he should and giving you award-winning acting at the end of it. While you’re still in a state of shock.

⚡️ Hold up… ain’t this supposed to be your tiktok?

⚡️ Doesn’t matter because you posted it and now y’all are at the top of the sound 😊.

🩹 Mans versed in his TikTok. 

🩹 Like Denki, his fyp is just a jump from one section of tiktok to the next.

🩹 Sooo yeah he knows the Sweeney Todd sound

🩹 You had to catch him at the right time cause he’s one that doesn’t like to do tiktoks (Kaminari always ropes him in tho)

🩹 He’s lying on the couch, too distracted by his switch to see you setting up your phone before clicking the timer. 

🩹 The sound of the timer gives him PTSD because all the tiktoks Denki puts him in are either pranks or dances.

🩹 Pleasantly surprised when your head popped up over the arm of the couch.

🩹 “What are you doing?” You threw him a reassuring smile.

🩹 “Just trust me, love”

🩹 The song starts and Sero is calmed to not hear “I MAKE A MOTHERFUCKA SAY OH YEAH” or any of the “my way or da high way” shits.

🩹 He’s the embodiment of a fire truck the way his face is red cause you’re peppering his forehead with all these kisses (i’m so lonely man).

🩹 As soon as you’re singing the last part he brings down your lips to his, snatching your breath away the minute they came in contact with one another.

🩹 He lets you go to sing the very last part of the sound but staring into your eyes, forgetting that ya’ll are on camera.

🩹 Basically the all the comments under that post: 🛥🛥🛥🛥

[neatokat]

Neato’s Favorite September Tracks!!

Howdy all, starting a new thing with my monthly favorites playlist where I share my favorite tracks for the month! I think it’ll be cool to compare the changes from month to month so it’s mostly for me, but I love sharing music so posting here if you care to listen. This month I have about 13 tracks that I’ll rank from least to most favorite :)

Here’s a link to my favorite tracks playlist and another to my September 2021 playlist if you care to listen :D

13) Figure It Out by A-Wall

I found this song from looking into the artist who wrote Loverboy, which was a popular TikTok sound on my fyp for a good bit this month. My favorite TikToks from that trend were the ones with animals and other sweet things happening to people and here’s my favorite one if you care to watch :). When I was looking into the artist I found this song and I thought the vibe was really chill,, perfect for my walks to school early in the morning. The lyrics however aren’t as chill and I feel like that is representative of myself, as I tend to appear calm and collected on the surface level even though I may be really stressed and anxious internally. (Still makes it perfect for my morning walks though as my first class is psychological statistics and it’s a really hard class lmao).

12) Festival Grrrl by Ivy Mono

I actually first came across this song in the recommended songs list of my August 2021 playlist. I wasn’t the biggest fan of the song then and usually skipped it if I happened to run through my entire August playlist and it was playing recommended songs. However, as it kept coming up, I grew to like it more ( that’s the mere exposure effect at play boys 😎). I ended up adding it when it was recommended for my September playlist.

11) Yarn by McCafferty

I love me a good angry song and I earlier in the month I had added Beachboy by the same artist. However, I was kind of bored with all the music I had on my playlist at the time because it was a bit of a repeat of last month. I like to hear a variety of things so I ended up going through each artist I had in the playlist to see if they had any other good songs. I came across this song along with a couple of others. It’s not as angry as Beachboy, but I did like it’s general vibe (mostly the guitar and drums in bsckground). Very catchy song 👍

10) WasteUrTime by Kevin Walkman

I’m pretty sure I added this song through the recommended list on my September playlist. Overall it’s just a really funky song that makes my head go brrrrrrrrr with the backtrack and with every “time/mind”. I absolutely love this song.

9) Keep Two-Stepping by Pretoria

This song has a really chill vibe,, I love to listen to it if I’m feeling anxious or to wind down before I go to sleep. I’m listening to it right now and it’s making me a bit sleepy (I can’t tell if I accidentally conditioned that response or I’m just tired lmao). Sometimes when I listen to this song I think about the really sweet candle guy, and I hope he’s doing okay (we still talk every so often but he’s stressed with a new job so I try not to bug him). Good song 👍

8) Turtleneck Sweater by marinelli

This was another song I found in my September recommended. When I first came across it I looped it for about a day straight. Another really chill song, and I love to listen to it on the bus home.

7) Missing Poster by Budman.

I actually found this one song on TikTok, and though thinking too hard about the general theme of the song makes me uncomfortable sometimes it’s just really catchy and gets stuck in my head all the time. Still a good song 👍

6) Sunkissed by khai dreams

This is the #1 most popular track by khai dreams right now and for good reason. It’s such a lovely song (pun intended). Whenever I listen to this song I’m reminded of the time I was singing this on the elevator and the doors opened suddenly and two girls walked in on me. Hella embarrassing lmao. It also makes me think of this one girl who helps to take care of the cats that live under one of the buildings near my Tuesday/Thursday classes. She’s really sweet and I enjoy the little time I get to spend with her between my classes those days.

5) Choker by Beach Goons

I found this song through the candle guy. Whenever we were first getting to know each other, he would ask me about my island picks (if you had to pick one [fill in the blank] to take to an abandoned island, what would you chose?). To his dismay, I’m pretty indifferent to everything, so when he asked what album I would choose as my island pick, I said I didn’t have one lmao. His island pick is called Hoodratscumbags and despite the sort of off-putting name it’s actually a really good album and I couldn’t recommend it more. They give off a really cool San Diego vibe and honestly all their music slaps. This song is another one by them, and it’s my favorite one by far. Its the kind of song you want to jump and headbang to, and I can’t help but tap my foot whenever I’m listening to it in public.

4) Fairhaven Station by tanner.

This was yet another song I found in my recommended for my September playlist. Just like Turtleneck Sweater, the first day I heard it I looped it for about a day straight. It’s a really good traveling song and a fun one to walk to across campus between classes.

3) Was It Something I Said by MyKey ft. Cavetown

This yet another song I found in the recommended section for my September playlist. I saw that Cavetown was a featuring artist on the song and I was sold. The fakeout at beginning of the song is absolutely fantastic and the backtrack of this song is literally so pleasing to the ear that I could probably listen to it on loop for days on end and I still wouldn’t be tired of it.

2) OhNo! by Kevin Walkman and Mickey Darling

Yet another song I found in my recommended for September (can you tell this is my main method of finding new music lmao). I love a good upbeat song as much as the next guy. In addition to the song just being a good vibe in general I absolutely love the cover art. One of my favorite songs ever just by vibe alone 👍

1) Mawce by Everybody’s Worried About Owen

This is another song I found through TikTok, and honestly it’s one of my favorite trends to go through LGBT+ TikTok. If you scroll through the sound you’ll find people lipsyncing to the line “so I’ll give myself a name, something stupid and pretentious like moss spelled with a C” while showing off their own chosen names and sharing where they pulled inspiration for their name. It’s overall just a silly and wholesome trend and I can’t help but smile when one comes up on my fyp. This trend actually inspired me to actually pick out my own name, something I had been too scared to do before because I didn’t know how to find a name that meant something to me. After seeing how other people came up with their own names (their favorite childhood tv shows and movies, something inspired from nature, video game characters, etc.) I realized it didn’t have to be serious if I didn’t want it to