#bc i was being squished in a crowd

[uygfiug]

thank you for tagging me @chronically-enthusiastic <3

this is a lot more pastel than my usual vibe but whatever :)

@zipquips @smalltimenerd @study-inscarlett @r2y9s-notartblog @not-equippedforthis and anyone else who wants to <333

I’ve seen like 10 posts of Picrew chains today and while I only have 1 mutual on here I wanted to do it so

Make yourself with this Picrew and reblog

@moodlevoodle and also anyone else who wants to

[k0yaz]

Toots ik you got a whole lot of requests but hear me out 🧏🏻‍♀️

Jealous Arlecchino oneshot with smut or suggestive ending🧎🏻‍♀️

Like her and her hot af wife (reader) going on a lil mission in a different nation and have to continuously speak with a woman who the Fatui has connections with to help them

And reader and said woman are getting along TOO good and while reader is thinking this is some cute girls-bonding-time the woman is literally drooling over her and trying to keep her away from Arlecchino

Arlecchino notices ofc 🤗

The rest is up to you, but please no degradation or like “you were enjoying her attention” type thing in the smut/suggestive part <3

vexations.

Pairings: arlecchino x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, afab reader, jealousy, fatui member reader (rank not specified), weird lady get tf away, uh moew, the sigma inside me is yearning for deck, lowkey the no degration part gave me an idea, strap on use, praise, small bit of marking, not proofread.

A/N: GIRL OMG lowkey I love that you kinda said no degradation or the attention relishing thing bc honestly I don’t like that kinda stuff either as u can see from like a lot of my work I avoid humiliation and stuffs I like fluffy sex SO YOURE SO REAL FOR THAT BC IT KINDA FEELS WEIRD YK anyway hope u like this yayayay 🕯️

“Arle hurry up! The negotiator won’t wait forever.”

A soft nudge brushed along the blade of your shoulder as you tilted your head over, noticing your wife leaning at your side upon catching up from behind you. Arlecchino breathed out a quiet hum in response, the crisp winds of the howling sky assaulting your skin in a cold fury. Usually, the weather in Fontaine wasn’t overtly cold as it was now, typically balanced between being fairly warm yet decently cool.

Usually, your time with your dear wife was cut short from the barrage of missions piled up one after another, shrouding her schedule immensely. Mission after mission led to Arlecchino trudging out of the house with her infamous fluffed harbinger coat hung loosely over her shoulders, deep eyes looking back to the opening in annoyance upon being unable to spend more time with you. She dreaded it. The prospect of leaving you all alone so early in the morning scrambling along the fluffed sheets for her touch, only to wake to an empty edge in disappointment.

Although you were in fact slotted in a position within the ranks of the Fatui, you never found yourself venturing out on an array of missions like Arlecchino was. Preferring to keep to yourself as you weren’t exactly the brightest when it came to negotiations. Each day, you found yourself lounged on the couch of your shared home, cheek squished against the flat of your palm in anticipation for the door to creak open to reveal your beloved herself. You could only sigh as the clock hand flicked over agonizingly slow, your eyes lowered as your muscles tensed to await her arrival.

However, things were quite different when it came to the Tsaritsa’s request for negotiations in Fontaine’s watchful eye of justice, as it drew caution to Arlecchino having to go alone. It was quite clear on how oddly strict and valued the Nation of Justice’s view on lawful order was, posing a threat to her if she were to even slip up in the slightest manner. Not to mention, the Fatui were in fact highly fixated on and monitored especially in the nation, meaning every waking step she took in the streets would be monitored carefully one way or another. Of course, as the wonderful spouse you were, you had decided to take up to mission alongside Arlecchino, stunning even the Tsaritsa herself at your assertion.

Arlecchino’s eyes traced the fluffed pale clouds heaped along the clear sky, gaze lowering to the heavy stone gate solidly rooted into Fontaine’s earth. The two of you continued to approach the domed gate to one of the nation’s renowned cities, bustling crowds rushing through every corner in a split second once you both step foot through the gate. You found yourself clinging to Arlecchino’s arm at the swarms of people closing in, fingers subtly squeezing the fabric in mild discomfort.

It wasn’t long before she took notice of your visibly cramped form and furrowed brows as you grasped her arm for support, her arm circling your waist closely as a response to the gesture. Pushing past the crowd, you both ended up before a fine establishment resembling a hotel towering above you in an uncountable height of stories above. You pulled out a slip of paper from your jacket pocket swiftly, hand scrambling in the heaps of fluff before letting out a triumphant sigh upon finding it. Carefully, you unfolded the tattered paper, examining the building and the address before shoving it back and nodding to Arlecchino in affirmation.

A hollow gold light spanning across the hotel greeted you upon entering, bouncing off the gold handles before the front desk. Whatever address you had received, the negotiator sure was quite lavish in her tastes. Faint clicks of heels reverberated in your ears, the sound drawing closer with each tap against the floor. An uneasy feeling rocked within you as you could hear them, a sense of deception circling the atmosphere. You only pressed your shoulder to your wife’s to ease yourself, attempting to remain professional upon the negotiator’s arrival.

The woman’s eyes squinted down at you, clearly observing every minute detail that painted your complexion from head to toe, hand rested on her hip in a gust of silence swallowing the air. Blinking in surprise upon her hand stretching out toward you, her expression was strangely amiable, gaze lit up as she seemed ecstatic to meet you. “Ah, hello! It would be a pleasure to negotiate with you!”

You mindlessly shook her hand, puzzled at the sudden shift in demeanor from the woman as she grasped your hand. She breathed out a sigh as she pulled her hand away, huffing in response to compose herself before turning to Arlecchino. Her expression before Arlecchino quickly grew stern, voice dropping to one rather cold and unenthusiastic as they silently shook hands. The interaction alone only made your stomach twist in uncertainty, the sparking contrast in behavior she showed between you two clearly throwing you off.

���I suppose that you are in fact the renowned negotiator with such a high reputation among the Fatui?” Arlecchino inquired, voice low. You could pick up on the fact in no time that she sensed something off about this woman. She only breathed out an unsatisfactory hum in response and nodded, gaze darting back to you in seconds as her face lit up. Within seconds, you couldn’t help but stiffen when her pointer finger traced the bottom of your jawline, experimentally running it along your skin.

Rather amused at your confused look, she only smiled once more, pursing her lips together as she pulled away. Arlecchino’s gaze only grew dark as she observed her movements against you, mind stinging with displeasure at the diplomat’s unusual proximity toward you. She could only shake off that numbing annoyance elusively, looking away from the sight of someone else getting handsy with her darling.

Pulling back, the woman cleared her throat, folding her hands in front of her as she seemed satisfied with your jumbled expression. “Well..shall we begin with the negotiations? How about over coffee?” She mused. You nodded in compliance, glancing over at Arlecchino to note any objections. To which, she hesitantly provided none. Yet, she could only feel her skin bristle at the sight of the woman’s arm snaked over the back of your neck as a way of ‘guiding’ you to the said coffee store. Arlecchino was only left trailing behind, a maelstrom of fury embedded below her usually unfeeling face.

—

“Mm…(Name), sweetie, do you like the coffee I bought for you?”

You breathed out a puff of steam, expression relaxed as you only grinned at her in response. Perhaps she was to be trusted, as the negotiator had been nothing but kind to you, only treating you with the highest degree of affection and respect. Her adoring actions only led you to ease up around her, growing fairly close with her as if you were speaking to someone you already knew for years. Despite the relief that she was friendly, you couldn’t help but being unable to shake off the same uneasiness that jabbed at the back of your brain at her initial arrival. Plus, paired with her dismissive treatment toward Arlecchino only served to throw you off, shrinking away from trusting her altogether.

“Ah. Yeah…you really know your stuff here don’t you?” You chuckled in response, occasionally glancing over at Arlecchino who was left unchecked throughout the entire course of your “negotiations.” Arlecchino noticed your eyes frequently darting over to her, causing her to sit up from her slight slouch and dismissively wave her hand toward you. Nodding, you turned back to the negotiatior, elbows propped up onto the table and palms on either side of her face as she pushed her shoulders forward.

Suddenly, your wife couldn’t hold back her words for the sake of something so silly intruding on your original mission, leaning forward as she spoke up. “About the negotiations-“

The woman only shot the harbinger a sharp glare, cutting her off with a frown. Yet, it was plain obvious that Arlecchino wasn’t the meek type, a stir of hatred boiling within her for this sudden diplomat who came to snatch you out of nowhere. She held her tongue, yet not out of submission, but rather out of restraint—afraid she would be unable to keep her composure and snap at the high authority figure to quit her rather hands on approach toward you.

Throughout the course of the uncomfortably drawn out conversation, consisting of downright lewd hints thrown out from the negotiator toward you only felt like an eternity of malaise tainting the atmosphere. An annoyed scoff from Arlecchino finally caught your attention as she stood up, the silverware and glass rattling against the table from the sheer force of her palms planted onto the table for support to raise her to her feet. She huffed out once more, shoulders hunched over in order to retain her emotions boiling up within her.

Fangs of jealousy sunk into Arlecchino as she walked away from the table without a word leaving her lips, the bitter taste seeping into her mouth only pushing her further into a deep annoyance. She typically didn’t show any sort of emotion that would come close to nearly eliciting this type of anger from her, yet perhaps her sole affection toward you only fueled her otherwise closed off heart. Her guarded heart that only beat for you.

—

“A-Arle- mm..please..”

You lay helpless below her touch, soft gasps sharply rushing past your lungs as her lips glided along yours in a slow, passionate rhythm. Her darkened hands only curled around your wrists to hold you down, continuing her flaming kisses burning against your tongue as your eyebrows raised with that needy expression she loved oh so much. Quiet pants echoed in your ears as Arlecchino pulled away, eyes glossed over as the woman hovering above you looked foggy from your slightly blurred vision.

You couldn’t help but relish in the feeling of her sharp nails dragging along the protruding veins of your wrist in slow circles, crimson lipstick smeared across a new area of your throat every time you looked down. Arlecchino only hummed in satisfaction against your flushed skin, her own body weight along yours locking you down in place as the strap fastened around her waist pressed down onto your lower abdomen.

Muffling through your endless barrage of whimpers, you managed to breathe out through her relentless assault on your body. “I- ah- m’sorry Arle..I- didn’t realize she- mm..was doing that..I promise I didn’t enjoy-!” Your voice resembled that of a choked back sob, immediately hushed by Arlecchino’s soothing voice vibrating from her throat.

“Shh. It’s okay, darling. I would never think so lowly of you, and I know you aren’t that kind of person. The woman I fell in love with is below me, only desiring my actions in this moment, right?” She assured, lips stretching in a gentle smile as her pointer finger dragged down your chest all the way to your stomach.

You only heaved a sigh of joy, which was almost immediately cut off by a high pitched moan upon feeling her middle finger trace your slit. Your panting came out in shallow breaths as her x-marked eyes bore into you, gleaming red like that of a blood moon shone brightly to illuminate your complexion. Her touch was all that you craved in this moment, feeling a wash of affection overtake you at your wife’s calming presence soothing you in even your greatest moment of uncertainty.

Underwear nearly dropped down to your ankles, Arlecchino only seemed entranced by your slick glistening along your folds as such a gorgeous sight to behold. Her eyes darted back up to you once more, gaze meeting yours.

“May I continue?”

To which you only nooded eagerly, eyes flickering to her silicone cock pressed along your stomach. The second you felt the tip intruding along your walls, you immediately gnawed on your lower lip defensively, suppressing your inevitable noises.

Her lips pushed against yours once more, capturing you in a deep, languid kiss as her hips rolled against yours in circular motions, length fully pushing into you with each thrust. Your walls clamped around her faux cock like a vice, moans bouncing off the walls as her cock continued to massage that one spot within you. Everything was absolutely intoxicating. Arlecchino’s scent, her praises, her body pressed to yours, the way she was buried inside you. It was all as if she was so deeply connected to you that she never wanted to let go—as if it went to show how much she loved you with everything she had.

“Just like that. Archons, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

It didn’t take long for the sensation bundling up within you to finally snap, your walls tightening around Arlecchino’s cock to make sure she couldn’t pull back. Your juices coated the strap all over, the messy fashion of it dampening the sheets below you as she let out a satisfactory breath in response. Slowly, Arlecchino waited for you to come down from your high to loosen your grasp around her dick, her palm pressed to your face gently as she thumbed at your cheek in a reassuring manner to take your time,

Before long, you were strewn out on the bed, exhausted as Arlecchino’s arm was draped over you protectively. Her face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, taking in your warmth as her nerves eased up. As she law curled up beside you, protecting you in her arms as you slumbered, it was as if all her vexations had disappeared from earlier today, her mind was finally put at ease.

That you were hers. And hers only.

—

The next morning, you met up with the negotiator once more, with her face twisted in confusion and mild hint of disappointment at the sight of Arlecchino holding you up to help you walk. Surely your legs weren’t functioning well enough after the previous night. The woman only tapped her chin with an unintelligible grumble, eyes darting away as you let out an awkward chuckle.

“I- ah..ahem..shall we discuss the negotiations..?”

Funny how quickly she had switched up the second she realized that you wouldn’t even think about leaving Arlecchino’s side. You loved her far too much to detach yourself from her arm even. You nodded toward her as you leaned your head onto Arlecchino’s shoulder, eyes dreamy and filled with a sort of solace tinged into your soul as you gazed up at her.

She stared back down at you with the same affection that she would only reserve for the likes of you, hand tightening into your protectively once more.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/N: WOOOO DID THIS ON A SCHOOL NIGHT IT IS 12:43 AM I THINK IM FUCKED BUT THATS OKAY 🔥🔥🔥

FINISHED MY PHYSICS LAB FEELING GOOD I LOVE EATING THE WALL I AM HORRIFIED TO SLEEP CAUSE I JUST WATCHED SMILE 2 AND HOLY SHIT THEY WERENT WRONG ABOUT NOT WATCHING THE MOVIE IF YOU WERENT IN THE BEST PLACE MENTALLY BUT THATS OKAY BC IT WAS GOOD AND I LOVE NAOMI SCOTT. I’m still fucking scared of the curse and the stupid entity tho

Why am I dumping this what this was a long ass a/n rant probably bc I’m traumatized from the movie lol I don’t wanna step foot in my hallway in the dark.

Anyway please enjoy dinner is served and back to school but break is soon so we’re good

monker

[frogchiro]

Hiiiii!!! I just wanted to say welcome back! My feed hasn’t been the same without you and I’m so glad ur feeling happier now!!! Ur writing is literally so 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 im frothing over ur captain mactavish posts WITH THE ADDITION OF GRAVES it literally drives me insane <333333

Thank you dear!! All the people welcoming me back so warmy is kinda a surprise since I didn't expect it but I'm thankful nonetheless💕🥺

As for Captain Mactavish I'm literally in heat whenever he's mentioned and since Graves is my second favorite american after @sant-riley I have a deep need to insert him everywhere♡

They are both very proud men and they'd have the meanest, cattiest dick fighting competition ever, like oh my god :( I feel bad for poor hackergirl bc she's in the middle squished between man boobs.

Both Graves and the Captain are very competitive, naturally dominant and masculine, testosterone is pumping through their bodies so they just clash on every step possible and make everything a competition to show off their prowess in different situations and to impress you :/

If you're in a forced proximity type of situation, like being stuck in a safehouse, you can be sure that these two dicks will crowd you, corner you between their large bodies and coo and growl at you and nudge against you to show which one is the better and more capable male, even going as far as pulling their cocks out and showing them off to you :((

[kitten4sannie]

11 - ɪᴍᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ - ꜱᴀɴ

ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇꜱ

part 1

pairing: lead singer! san x groupie! reader (fem) feat. guitarist! seonghwa (seonghwa is just kinda there in this i’m sorry ;;)

genre: band au, smut

summary: after being rejected by your favorite guitarist, you give the lead singer a visit instead.

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: some mxm in the intro, san’s a menaceeee but so is the reader, dom leaning! san, sub leaning! reader, dirty talk, nipple play (m/f receiving), degradation, marking, brief spit mention (it wouldn’t be my fic if there wasn’t spit somewhere 🫶🏼), unprotected sex, impregnation kink (duh), there’s a big focus on cum bc i’m filthy, tiny mention of cum inflation, multiple creampies

a/n: i think this might be my favorite fff fic so far <3 i just really like the idea of alt metal ateez okayyy and plus san's my bias so i went completely off the rails 🥵 also no one asked but the lyrics of the song in the intro were taken from the ending of “kingslayer” by bring me the horizon and the bridge of “the death of peace and mind” by bad omens <3

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“I can feel youuuuu!” San sang with every ounce of his being, bending himself backwards, his head hanging upside down, a few beads of sweat dripping from his temples. He stood back up and held onto his mic with a death grip, bringing one leg up onto the speaker that continued to blast out the loud, angsty instrumental. “Is this what you want?” The crowded chanted his name, fueling his ego and his wish to leave everything he possibly had to give on the stage.

“Then, this is what you fucking get,” he growled out, a few veins visibly straining against his freckled neck, his dark eyes filled with pure rage. “Augh!” Consumed with the energy of their performance, he tore his loose black tank top off in a downwards motion. The remaining fabric hung off of his frame, his perfectly toned upper body now on display for everyone and their mom to gawk at. When the music came to an intensely loud peak, he suddenly reached his arm out to point to someone who probably blew their load right then and there.“You motherfuckin’ shit!”

You were squished against the barricade, hardly paying attention to the rowdy people routinely bumping into you from all sides, too distracted by how mesmerizing San was onstage. And how incredibly wet you were. If Seonghwa was so fond of sharing himself with others, what was stopping you from doing the same thing?

San and the rest of the band, including Seonghwa, began banging their heads to the heavier-sounding combination of guitars, drums, and bass. “Put your hands up, motherfuckers,” San exhaled into the mic, scanning the crowd with his blown out pupils, looking certifiably insane. He always stayed in character onstage, but how much of it was an over exaggeration and much of it melded with his true persona? Not knowing turned you on to a degree you were almost ashamed of.

Most of the crowd followed his lead, reaching a hand out into the air to put up the rock symbol, though a few girls were too busy ripping off their bras to toss in his direction. You simply stood there with your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth, waiting patiently for him to find you in the crowd. Once the lead singer’s hooded eyes were on you, you lifted your band hoodie up and allowed your tits to drop out of the thick material, bouncing a bit on your heels from your excitement.

San groaned at the sight of you, not having the self-control to keep himself from grabbing his half-hard cock through his tight pants. “Are you ready for this? I said, put your fucking hands up,” he shouted to the sea of people below him, not able to take another look at your bouncing tits when Seonghwa grabbed San by his small waist, his fingers hooking into the material of the lead singer's torn jeans, yanking him in his direction.

Licking his lips, San lifted his mic in between them, allowing Seonghwa to let out his own raspy yell, his voice starting low and guttural and eventually growing louder and raw, showing off his impressive pipes. San watched him with a fondness that bordered arousal, his hands sinking into the other’s damp raven locks, gripping it tightly. Seonghwa’s eyes rolled back, his fingers still expertly hitting note after note without much concentration, as though it were second nature.

“Are you satisfied?” San yelled out, expelling the air from his diaphragm in order to produce the perfect metal scream, almost being drowned out by the overwhelmingly heavy sound of guitar and drums. He tugged Seonghwa in his direction, pressing a rough kiss onto the guitarist’s open mouth, his tongue slipping inside. Once San got his fill, he shoved Seonghwa backwards, a small string of saliva dripping from their mouths. He bent over near the edge of the stage, squeezing the mic inside his calloused hands, his once slicked-back hair now falling into his eyes. Waiting for his cue, he took in a deep breath, his neck veins making a return, shouting with raw intensity, “Are you fucking satisfied?!”

The crowd lost their goddamn minds, cheering and shouting, some still holding their rock symbols up, and others too busy shedding a tear. Personally, you didn’t understand how you survived witnessing set after set for so long, or how anybody else did, for that matter. Their performances were always so viscerally stimulating, it physically hurt that you couldn’t simply jump onto the stage and let each of them use you to their heart’s content.

-

You found yourself standing at the door of Seonghwa’s hotel room, despite your plans to talk to San after the show ended. “Goddamn it,” you mumbled to yourself, wondering why you weren’t capable of playing hard to get around him for even a microsecond. Maybe if you did, you wouldn’t be the one waiting around for him.

Hearing your eventual knocks, Seonghwa answered the door, his raven hair wet and clinging to his bare face, remnants of mascara present underneath his eyes. Naked for only a moment, he wrapped a small towel loosely around his slender hips. “Baby, hey. What’d you think of the show?”

Your pensiveness melted in an instant, instead being replaced by your clear adoration for him. “God, I can’t even describe how it made me feel, Hwa. I just know how fucking wet it made me.”

He chuckled to himself, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. “You’re always wet for me, Y/N.”

You took a step closer, your hand moving past his towel to lightly stroke his length, lifting yourself up onto your heels to whisper near his face, “Always.”

Seonghwa took in a deep inhale and let it out, leaning his head back, growing hard inside your grip. "Baby..." After a few moments, he brought himself back to reality, suddenly grabbing you by the chin and pressing a harsh kiss against your lips, only to push you away, a sad smile on his flushed face.

“Hwa…?” you mumbled, slowly retracting your hand, your eyes wide with surprise.

Two separate feminine voices came from the bed that was out of view, the both of them whining about how he was taking too long. Seonghwa sighed, rubbing his neck. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I should’ve told you I was busy tonight. Why don’t you visit San?”

“Maybe I will.” No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep your lips from forming a small pout, though you were able to furrow your brows in annoyance. “You know what?”

Seonghwa frowned, feeling bad, but knowing you wouldn’t want to join him as a third. You simply required too much attention from him in a group setting, unable to handle when he took care of others in front of you. “What?”

Your pout was replaced by a subtle, but distinctively smug smirk. “I’m gonna let him put a baby in me.”

-

Okay, take two. You knocked on San's hotel room door, unconsciously pulling on your hoodie strings, leaning back on your heels. You almost felt like you should back out, not wanting to get rejected by your idols one after another. Before you could take a step back, San opened the door halfway, giving you a lewd, almost cheshire-like smile, his eyes surveying your chest as though he were reminiscing about what had occurred an hour earlier. "What brings you here, doll?"

Wrapping one of the hoodie strings around your index finger, you looked up at him past your fluttering eyelashes, your tongue wetting the corner of your glossy lips. "Is that offer still good?"

San’s brown eyes dilated in real time, his face and body almost frozen like he was malfunctioning, before immediately turning around to yell at the half-dressed groupies lazing around on his bed. "Time for you guys to go! Something just came up, so go find another band member to fuck, alright?”

The group of girls and guys, some older and some younger, groaned and cursed amongst themselves, eventually filing out of the door, some of them giving you dirty looks. “You better fuck him good for us,” one of them grumbled near you, prompting you to emit a small ‘yep’, before he disappeared down the hallway with the rest of the groupies.

You turned your attention back to San who had already grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the room and shutting the door behind you, pressing you against it with his heated body. "You were about to fuck all those people?" you asked casually, reaching down to slip your hands underneath his sleep tee, your fingers exploring the soft curves of his hips and stiffness of his abdominal muscles, not able to decide which felt better underneath your touch.

"Yeah..." he sighed, arching his back slightly when you began to play with his pierced nipples. “I like performing for a crowd…” He eventually leaned his head into your shoulder, emitting small breaths of air, your fingers expertly tweaking and twisting the small metal bands to give him maximum pleasure.

“Of course you do.” You lifted San's shirt off of him, your fingers going back to his pebbled buds to play with them some more, pulling at his piercings, making him groan. "Do you fill all of them up with your cum, Sannie?"

“Uh-huhhh…” San exhaled into your neck, bringing one of his hands up to slip underneath your hoodie, grabbing onto one of your tits, squeezing it roughly inside the palm of his hand. “Every last one.”

You moaned, your fingers going lax for a moment, caught up with how San pushed both hands under your hoodie to knead your tits around, his fingers flicking your nipples. "Ahh, how do you not run out?"

He grinned after hearing the small squeaks you made when he pinched and pulled at them instead, mumbling in a deep voice near your ear, "I just have a lot of love to give, doll."

Boldly slipping your hand past his briefs and gripping his hardened cock, you asked in a sweet tone, "Does that mean you have a lot of love to give me?"

-

San had you folded up on the mattress, holding your ankles down near your head, slamming his hips into you so quickly and forcefully, neither of you could take a proper breath. He leaned his head down, his wet bangs tickling your forehead from being so close, chuckling softly at the sight of your starstruck expression. "You look like you want to say something, Y/N."

"You were—aaah—so amazing onstage earlier, Sannie..." you breathed out, your cunt clenching tightly around his throbbing cock, familiar with the warmth and thickness of his cum, knowing he was shooting more inside you. "You made me so fucking wet..."

Almost shuddering from how hard he was cumming, San buried his face into your hickey-covered neck, sucking on the skin of your collarbone, groaning out, “I already know how goddamn wet I made you. I bet those panties of yours were drenched by the end of the show, huh?" San moved down from your neck to your chest, slurping up each of your tits into his mouth, one at a time, giving them both the attention they deserved.

"I had to play with myself on the tour bus on the way back here..." you admitted, wanting to say more, but being unable to, emitting a sharp gasp instead. Your tits were a lot more sensitive now, especially from how San alternated between having them inside his mouth and using his tongue on them. “No one saw me though, I swear. I did it in the bathroom.”

He spit onto one of your already shiny tits, wanting to make more of a mess, before he dove in to suck and lick at them like he was racing against an invisible timer. "Mm, looks like babydoll can't get enough of me onstage...so much so that she resorts to being a needy little whore all by herself," he mumbled on your bruising skin, eagerly flicking his tongue at a nipple, making you squirm underneath him. "Bet you wanted me to pull you onstage and pump a baby into you in front of all those people, huh, naughty girl?”

"Yeah, I did...and it's your fault," you whined softly, emitting a set of soft, airy moans, San's cock brushing against your g-spot over and over. "Take responsibility, Sannie." Your fingers clenched into the muscles on his broad back, feeling them tense up underneath your touch.

"My fault? My fault you needed me so badly that you resorted to showing these pretty tits off in front of everyone?" Finding your dick-drunkenness to be amusing, he wanted to push the topic, pressing kisses to your neck up to your jaw, still thrusting into you at a fast pace. "It's my fault for turning you into a shameless little slut? Hm?"

"Yes!" you cried out, your voice broken and hoarse from how hard you were cumming, your trembling thighs squeezing around his tiny waist.

"Hm, I guess I should take responsibility, huh?" Blowing a few strands of hair out of his hooded eyes, he pulled out slightly, holding the tip of his cock against your pulsing hole. "I should take responsibility for all these fucking loads I'm filling you with too," he groaned, stroking himself for a few more seconds, his seed eventually spurting out onto your mound, the liquid dripping down along your puffy folds.

“Mm, fuck, that’s it,” you reacted, reaching down with one hand to rub his cum around your cunt, pushing two fingers inside your gaping hole to fuck the liquid into yourself. However, your fingers weren’t enough to satisfy you. You needed his cock inside. You needed to be filled with his hot, milky love one last time. “It’s not enough, Sannie. I need more.”

Your shameless desperation and insatiable lust was like chicken soup for his black soul, making him hard again almost instantaneously. “Yeah? You want to milk me completely dry, doll?”

“Yes, please.” You suddenly lunged up from the bed and pushed San down, his back hitting the mattress with a bounce, sinking down onto his length without a second thought, his cum being pushing out of you.

“God, yes, fucking ride me, you whore,” San growled, gritting his teeth, one hand gripping your hip tightly, the other on your lower stomach, allowing you to fuck yourself to hell and back using his cock. “You’re so full for me…so full of my seed…yet, it’s not enough…” He pressed on your abdomen, feeling some resistance, convinced that his cum was making your tummy swell slightly. “God, I fuckin’ love you…”

Bouncing on San’s dick with feverish speed, you started to pant heavily and drool a bit, not even caring that he was seeing you in such a fucked-out state. You were simply too desperate to make him cum again, to the point that you didn’t even care about reaching your own high. “Fill me up, Sannie. Please, please, please fill me up with your cum…Fuck it into me, into my womb…make me yours…”

Your whiny-sounding words and tight, cum-slicked cunt brought San to his end, making him shudder and thrust wildly up into you. “God, here it comes, baby…take my fucking load…” He let out a series of throaty, almost guttural groans, ramming himself into you until he held you completely still, slowly pumping his seed as deep as he possibly could.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…” you echoed weakly, pretty sure you were unraveling in that instant from how insanely amazing it felt to be stuffed completely full of your favorite lead singer’s seed. If you were having a baby for anyone, it was definitely him.

Once you came back down to reality, your body felt heavy and almost numb, causing you to slowly drop down onto San’s chest, your sweaty, sticky bodies melding together. “That was…Fuck, I can’t even form the words…”

San stroked your wet hair, gazing up at the ceiling, the post-nut clarity incredibly kind to him this time around. “I might have to write a song about it.” You giggled softly, moving your fingers upwards to slip into his hair as well, gently massaging the shaved area of his hair near his pierced ear.

After some comfortable silence, San eventually inquired, "So, am I your favorite band member now?"

You lifted your head up, your skin still flushed beyond measure, bringing your hand to your mouth to wipe some drool away from your lips. "I don't pick favorites."

San burst out into laughter, patting the top of your head and giving you a pleased smile, his dimples making your heart race. "Now, that's a fucking lie."

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[hotluncheddie]

Okay so I can’t get over the idea of Eddie being very possessive over chubby Steve n just like… grabbin those love handles. All the time. 1) so everyone knows Steve is *his* and 2) bc eddie LOVES Steve’s loves handles n loves grabbing them and feeling that spot on him and 3) because Steve goes feral for it too, loves feeling like he’s Eddie’s and loves knowing that when Eddie grabs him there he’s feeling particularly possessive of him 😈 n Steve’s just like 🥵

ughhhhhh 👹

that’s sooo juicy bestie!!!!!

because maybe as steve softened and his sides started to bulk and spill over his waistbands a little more, it was just a small thing, a little touch here and there. and then they get a little more prominent and eddie’s touches get a little more prominent. eddie’s eyes going a little dark when he does, jaw clenching and unclenching. hands landing there when he steps up behind steve to kiss his neck in the kitchen, or look at him through the mirror while steve’s getting ready (checking that the shirt he’s pulled still fits, eddie crowding in close, lingering if the shirt doesn’t quite anymore).

eddies arm dropping there when steve sits next to him on the couch, they don’t go so much to his hair or his shoulders anymore, no now it’s that lovely squish at his waist and hip. it’s the same when steve straddles eddie’s thighs, if he sits in his lap.

maybe the damn breaks one day when eddie’s really gripping them, using them as handles while steve is on his hands and knees, soft and open and dripping on the bed. eddie squeezing this place he loves most ‘fuck, fuck’ he’s panting, they’re both a little delirious ‘so fucking hot stevie, these, right here’ and he grips so hard steve thinks it might bruise. steve really hopes there’s bruises.

maybe steve takes a little to accept how much eddie likes it, maybe the growth isn’t too comfortable to begin with. those lightning shapes splashes of pink make these ghosts come out, past ideas of how he needs to be and how he has to look. but eddie listens and spends a night sucking hickies all over them, worshiping them, repeating how he feels about steve, how he needs him, wants him, always.

and like it’s become a thing, maybe full on pavlovian response. brain going a little fuzzy and gut stirring with heat bc steve knows that when eddie touches him there, he’s thinking about him, thinking about them together, thinking ‘mine’.

and like it reminds me of ur micro fic like if they go out, they’re in a queer space, u know eddie is all over steve. but he just always gravitates there. knowing now that steve gets it, what he really means by it. maybe in the club it feels a little like foreplay, like it’s a new, special time and space with the freedom to be in love. they’re obsessed with each other and eddie’s obsessed with steve’s body and everyone can tell and steve’s obsessed with that feeling of being so so desired, especially because he knows deep down it’s like body, mind and soul.

maybe steve’s at the bar and some guy comes over, starts chatting him up. steve goes along a little, answering this guys questions because it’s kinda fun. but the real fun is when eddie comes back from the bathroom, instantly in steve’s space. ‘who’s your new friend?’ and eddie’s smile is a little pointy, eyes a little sharp. he steps up close to steve’s back, caging him in. eyes on the guy but hands on steve. ringed fingers sliding up under his shirt, both hands splaying wide over the bare skin and holding those two handfuls so firmly steve feels his pupils blow, knows he’s gone pink. doesn’t really care that his speech slurs a little ‘ah this is uh.. sorry, what was it?’ because one of eddie’s hands had slipped around to hold his belly too, eddie mouth is hot and so close to his neck and ear. steve watched the guy walk away, with a huffy little eye roll that just adds to steve’s fun. but also so so grateful that the guys gone because he’s fucking hard and he just wants eddie. wants eddie to keep going, keep taking, keep touching. eddie squeezes, nosing behind his ear, steve whines. eddie’s lips brush up agains the shell, breath hot and heavy, steve’s eyes flutter shut. ‘mine’ eddie near growls, squeezing again and grinding agains steve’s ass. steve moans.

[seabunbunsstuff]

Cg furiwna hcz?! :3 owr or bwaby kaito adn dwada gwaku hcz! (/nf)

ofc!! tysm for the request doll !! i picked furina bcs i wasnt sure how to write gackpo, i hope you enjoy ~

caregiver furina headcanons!

⊹ oh, pardon, did you say only caregiver furina? you must be mistaken! despite her being your main caregiver, it would seldom be a little day without the three salon members watching over you as well.

⊹ gentilhomme usher's tentacles are perfect for holding onto in crowded spaces, chevalmarin is always up if you need to hold/hug something, and mademoiselle crabaletta is, well...crabaletta! they all always try their hardest to keep the little one occupied and happy, along with serving as lovely playmates! o(>ω<)o

⊹ as for furina herself, I think she'd be much better with older/more physically self-sufficient kiddos. just because she hasn't adjusted a lot to independence, and is quite bad at doing a lot of household stuff. (｡・//ε//・｡)

⊹ of course, she wouldn't mind if you needed more help! do be warned though, you'll be going out on the town a lot more often! a stuffie got ripped? she'll take it to get stitched! hungry? she's taking you out to eat (unless you want mac'n'cheese for every meal)— just because shes still not confident in doing those herself <3

⊹ furina is definitely the kind of caregiver who freaks out over booboos more than you- especially if there's even a drop of blood. what do you mean the baby got hurt on her watch!?

⊹ tells you about the current productions she's in as an occasional substitute for bedtime stories, of course, cutting out any bits she deems aren't child-friendly enough ( =ω= )

⊹ very physically affectionate! often pinches your cheeks, grabs your hands and twirls with you, or just hugs you from behind and squishes. cuteness aggression is real...

⊹ her main nicknames for you: "little monsieur/mademoseille"; "rascal"; "baby"; nd "darling" !! (≧◡≦)♡

⊹ sometimes she'll just plop of her hat and throw it over your head, cooing at you and telling you you look just like her.

⊹ loves playing dress up! she sometimes gets even more invested in it than her little one! along with that, of course, she loves playing pretend. it's amazing because her actor skills allow her to play any role to full dramaturgy. and if it makes her kiddo happy, she's happy! this skill also makes her amazing at telling bedtime stories.

⊹ if she's ever away and you need to regress, she'd usually call clorinde or navia for help babysitting!

thank you so much for reading, i do hope you enjoyed

[elliesmainhoe]

hiiii! i freakin love your writings so much it’s all so much fun to read !!! can i request ellie with a reader who has ADHD? as a person with madddd ADHD i’ve been thinking recently about how ellie would be with a partner who has it, i can just imagine her being so comforting when reader is overstimulated, or having a hard time focusing/getting work done bc of the adhd paralysis. i also like to think about ellie just sitting there like 🤩🥰🫶🏻😍 while listening to reader talk about their current hyper fixations and chuckling a bit when reader fumbles over their words bc their brain is moving to fast to keep up. maybe she would buy reader all kinds of fidget/stim toys and gets all smiley and proud of herself when reader gets excited about it :,)))

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Reader with ADHD

She's the sweetest girl ever 🥹

Is so so so considerate of everything- she's always looking for possible triggers

Loud noise? She's got your headphones. A crowd of people? She knows a quieter spot. Didn't take your meds? She's got spare.

It had definitely been one of your badder days. You woke up late, your hair was tangled and just wasn't doing what it was told, you couldn't eat breakfast and work was hectic, the cubicles seeming a lot louder than usual.

Ring. Ring Ring. Every phone ringing was screeching in your ears, the chewing of food from your coworkers in there respective cubicles overwhelming loud. Your head was pounding and your dress shirt just wasn't sitting right on your body, the scratchy material tight and uncomfortable against your skin.

You were hot and sweaty, your head was pounding and tears began to seep into your eyes. You looked over to the bottom right hand corner, looking at the time.

5:00pm. The time signalled your queue to leave the tall office building- you zoned out trying desperately to fend off the approaching attack and before you knew it your car was screeching onto the drive of the small suburban house you and Ellie had bought six months ago together.

The slam of the front door alerted Ellie of your arrival. She went downstairs going towards you immediately, this had happened before so she knew what you needed, she wordlessly took a hold of your hand and lead you upstairs into the bedroom.

She drew the blinds closed, turned of the lights and closed the door. She helped you take off your shoes, and strip down getting rid of the overwhelming scratchy feeling on your skin, instead helping you into your favorite nightdress, the scent of your washing powder comforting you, muffling your sniffles.

Ellie softly guided you to lay down on the soft bouncy mattress, over the top of the comforter and grabbed a makeup wipe, taking off the smothering creams and powders- allowing you to physically ease at the feeling of your skin being able to breathe freely.

You closed your eyes, the sweet silence calming you down and the feeling of Ellie's hand tangled in your hair grounding you.

"You alright now baby?" She whispered pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

"yeah thank you ells..."

(based of how I calm down from sensory overload- it's different for everyone!!)

She loves hearing about your hyper fixations!

Hearing you so passionate about your special interests make her swoon and fall even more in love with you 🥹

She does it too tho- you know loads about dinosaurs thanks to Ellie!

Your boss gets really annoyed when you don't get assignments done

But she helps you focus!!!

Her general vibe is really comforting, you and her go on work/study dates together so she can keep you on track.

Hand on your knee and a small "you gotta get back to work baby" when you go on a tangent ❤️

Girlie always has stim toys on deck-

Mouth stims, finger fidgets, squishes, pop-its.

Thinks the way you stumble of your words while your ramble is the most adorable thing in the world.

She's smitten.

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[iamyouknow-yours]

It's been over a year since I got my mobility scooter and longer since I got my cane. So... Mobility Aid Appreciation Post!

Put your own mobility aid appreciation in the notes, I would like to read!

Wheelchair edition:

I can go on fun adventures with friends, spontaneously as well!

I have gone to various parks, to get snacks, and the other day I scooted from university all the way to my friend's house! I went on the side of a small motorway which was a little bit terrifying but it was fun and I was safe.

I can get around campus so speedily. Well apart from that the accessible routes are a little backwards. But I can go fast to them and arrive before people ambling between classes.

Part of the reason is because people just jump out of my way when they see me coming. They move so fast to not be in my way, it is very funny.

Part 2 of that is that I can go through crowds quite easily. It's a little annoying bc people aren't expecting to look down to see people trying to move. But once they see me they move. And they tell other people to move.

People let me sit at the front of things. I got to sit right at the front of a convention panel and I was so near Kat Graham!!

People open doors for me.

I hardly ever have to wait in line for things, I get put in the front and get to skip the queue.

I can be out of the house for much, much longer.

I am way more patient about my friends wanting to take their time doing things and looking in shops because I don't have to stand, I can sit while they do that.

I have way more stamina for being hungry or cold or tired or sore because I can be sitting while experiencing those things.

The battery has only started Running Out one time and even then she did get me home.

It's helped with learning to drive a car because I am better at understanding the turning circle and how reversing while turning works.

I have gotten better at using my scooter! I am pretty good at maneuvering and judging her distance and stuff. I only bump into corners if I'm in a hurry and in my house ie not making an effort to not hit people's walls.

I've had interesting conversations with people who have come up to me to ask about getting one for a family member. This may be not a perk to some people! So keep that in mind. But I think it's also about my vibe, I usually give off the vibe of "you can come talk to me".

Cane edition:

People give up their seats for me. Especially on the train. If there are no seats, then the old women will squish together and then we all sit next to each other. People are really nice about giving me a seat.

I can climb stairs so much easier!

I haven't lost my balance or fallen or twisted my ankle once while using it.

I can lean on it when I get tired which means I can stay out for a bit longer.

I can use it to get up so so much more easily.

I have a built in fidget toy with the strap.

It folds up and so I can put it in my bag to have just in case.

I hurt my leg one time and boom I already had a mobility aid.

I can use it to walk when my tummy hurts and I can't stand up straight.

And to alleviate your fears, no one has asked me why I switch hands when I use it.

Reminder that it is fully allowed and okay to lie to people when they ask why you're using a mobility aid. You can also say, "It's really difficult to talk about."

Or a funny/brave response like "I didn't read the terms and conditions." and "none of your business".

[babyhuggy]

do you think you could do another imagine of rower!reader x luke hughes? maybe him calming her before a race? or cheering her on bc ncaa champs are in nj this year

aww i love this! i could totally see him being the one stressing out before a race, while reader is actually the calm one lol! also, sorry for taking a while to answer this, been super busy with training oops.. kinda took this prompt and ran with it, it’s a lil long for a blurb but i hope you like it nonetheless:)

“come on guys! the race starts soon and we need to be down by the last 250 so we can see her finish!” luke frantically walks ahead, while jack, quinn, and the rest of your family and friends follow behind him. with ncaa’s being hosted in new jersey this year, the hughes’ decided to stick around for a bit after their seasons ended t

you’re usually the calm one on race day, while Luke stresses out about the race way more than you do. he just wants everything to go perfectly for you and your team.

the scene in new jersey is wild. so many spectators are out watching the ncaa championships, with people wearing differing team gear as far as the eye can see.

luke finds your team’s support group, and makes a beeline for a close up spot near the finish line to settle down and support you. soon, the entire group is getting themselves ready to watch you race the last and most important race of the year.

“luke, do you want to hold this sign or should i?”

luke turns around to face jack, eyeing the “i’m y/n’s #1 fan” poster in his hands. luke, jack, and quinn had made the posters the night before, breaking the “let’s go incognito” rule the brothers had put in place years ago when going to sporting events.

“yeah I’ll hold it. as long as you hold the team sign” he tells jack, grabbing the poster out of his hand.

just then, and announcement that the race is about to start rings out to the supporters. the hughes family turns to face the jumbotron, where they can see your boat lineup, and the “attention, go!”

immediately, luke looks stressed. you’ve been his biggest supporter for years, and now he’s watching you compete in the ncaa championship alongside his whole family and yours.

as the race goes on, luke and your support group get more and more excited. your boat is doing really well and is in the lead. as your team crosses into the last 250 meters of the race, the cheering erupts. cow bells ringing, people screaming, crowds going crazy for the rowers that are putting everything on the line to win the national championship.

luke, normally a more reserved person, is at the center of the cheering. the hughes brothers are all eagerly cheering you on, holding the posters and ringing the cowbells. they’ve grown up with you, seen how hard you’ve worked for this, and have been your biggest supporters outside of your family. not only is luke super excited and nervous for you, but so is the entire hughes family.

in the midst of all the chaos, your team crosses the finish line first. you’ve won. you’re a national champion.

as you get off the dock and celebrate your win, luke and your families come to congratulate and celebrate with you.

luke picks you up, spins you around, and kisses you mid laugh. you’re elated, getting a national championship and being able to celebrate with your favorite people.

as soon as luke sets you back down, you’re surrounded by friends and family. jack and quinn squish you and luke into a hug, and your parents are all stood ready to congratulate you too.

this championship is something you’ve been working towards for a long time, and getting to celebrate that with the people you love is irreplaceable.

[luna-the-bard]

👁️👁️teeny tiny giant infodump about terranian foods

* Skeets has never had chicken noodle soup before Samus made it for her when she was sick

* Terranian cultures have broths and soups, but they’re usually veggie soups with lots of turnip & potato-like veggies/starches. That’s not to say they can’t add meat in them - but there’s only one species of chicken exists around these parts (the Big Blue Dinochicken), so it’s off limits.

Some soups have grain in them, too - mix some potatoes and buckwheat together in poultry/meat broth, add some other vegetables to it like carrots, and maybe even some meatballs if you’re feeling fancy (the ones that are specifically for soup, they’re different), and you have yourself a pot full of nutritious deliciousness.

The broths themselves are usually a lot spicier than one might be used to, and oftentimes have stuff like ginger or seafood-related products like seaweed in them. Those make things a bit more flavorful - since terranians can’t really taste spice, they go for sour or salty tastes when they want to make something less bland.

They also have lots of herbal tea blends, caffeinated and not. Terran tea has to be brewed ice-cold, the temperature of that water being crucial to the leaves releasing the light toxins stored within them, and a cold drink is usually well-appreciated in a warm climate like Te’rra’s.

There’s a kvas-like (carbonated fermented non-alcoholic drink) beverage that can be made at home from concentrate or from scratch. Put it in a big pot/bucket with a lid and let it stand in the shade for a couple days, and you’ll have yourself something nice and refreshing to sip on during the hot day cycle.

* Anyways the chicken noodle soup became an act of care for Skeets, like it becomes for a lot of people that were fed it when they would get sick. Also both Skeets and Samus add diced Swiss cheese to it because it’s delicious and I said so.😒

Terranians have many delicious stew recipes. The most popular ones are beef veggie stews (whatever equivalent to beef Te’rra has to offer, anyway), and several types of shepherd’s pie (which also utilizes terran beef; it’s easier sourced than the elusive poultry).

There is a number of pickled vegetables that are popular on Te’rra, and some pickled fruit, but I personally only care about pickled cucumbers bc those are superior. Also Skeets is mildly allergic to pickled beets.

Preserved fruit is mostly peaches and a crunchy apple-like fruit named grabi (because the shrub it grows on feeds on small animals via grabbing and entangling them in its branches, to prepare for digestion).

Speaking of flora, because the plants are so springy and often dense (aside from nectar flowers/honeyplants, which have a mushy inside - in case of being squished, it feeds the soil and attracts insects with its smell so they can spread the pollen/seeds), a lot of veggie dishes have to be steamed, stewed, slow cooked or sautéed for a long time to prepare them for consumption. This is why cooking in large portions for a crowd of people is so common; it’s just less time-consuming to throw everything into a big pot and make a bunch at once. It gives other terranians more time to dedicate to their own tasks, as they don’t have to prepare meals as often.

This is also why there’s so many stews, and steamed veggies, or veggie blends fried in oil (they’re usually steamed a bit before or during the process, too, to soften the fibers). Skeets likes the fried blends a lot. If she’s eating steamed veggies, she tends to add a lot of salt to them to compensate for the blandness. She loves meat stews, too, even if the meat is just in the sauce. At some point, when her and Samus were visiting a tourist hotspot somewhere outside of Te’rra, they stopped for dinner at a small restaurant. This is how Skeets was introduced to fettuccine bolognese. To this day, this is one of her favorite non-terran dishes; at least a third of her and Samus’s dates now involve going somewhere that serves it (lucky for them, those places aren’t hard to find).

While eating honeyplant nectar is great, its petals and fruit are also often harvested and either eaten raw/with little preparation, or cooked, or preserved/pickled. Raw or slightly cooked, the petals and fruit retain a very nice ✨crunchy✨ texture (crispy crunchy watery like a cucumber on the outside, sweet and sticky like fresh honey on the inside). Preserved, the skin tends to soften a little bit and lose that crunchiness, but the petals become a lot sweeter because of the added sugar.

Also, terran shrimp. Are blue and green. That’s it that’s all I have to say about them👍🏻

Enjoy, @coldgoldlazarus

[coolinfluencerhottub]

hoooooly fuck i fucked my friend that ive had sexual tension with for months but i didnt think wanted to actually fuck me....

it was so so so good.

we hung out at [bar 1] in a group and we were kinda drunk... tension kept going up and up, dancing together, was being really physical w him (playfighting) and eventually he asked me to go to [bar 2] with him, they lead me through the crowd of people and i thought they just wanted not to lose me in the crowd but then we stopped on the dance floor and it was so thick with people that we were squished against each other pretty much hip to hip. i dont know exactly what happened but i suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair at the back their head and pulled to expose their neck and started kissing it and aggressively sucking on it, and they started moaning and our hips got completely pressed together it was so hot, then i tried to kiss him but kinda missed and started hickeying the left side of their neck too. i was just so taken aback that they were into it even though all the signs pointed to it being... really the only conclusion. he barely left my side all night in [bar 1] kinda like he was waiting for me to make a move. and then he took me to another bar, we didnt even say goodbye to our group of friends we were with that kinda sealed the deal.

anyway back to the [bar 2] dance floor, i was just kinda taken aback by how crowded it was, oneof my hands groping their waist and one fist grabbing te back of their hair. we were pressed reeeeally close together. i just thought, fuck it, i think i know what he's waiting for. kissed him and he kissed back, i was just like holy shit this is happening. he wants this. like. ive been trying not to think about fucking this dude for so long. i ended up opening their lip ring by accident bc i was getting kinda bitey w the kissing and had to try to do it up while drunk but i managed it. we were making out and he was trying to scratch my back but has no long nails lol. i was groping his ass a l o t.

then he led me to another area of the bar and we practically started fucking. he shoved his thigh between my legs, i had him pressed up against a barrier, groping him, making out with him, touching them under their shirt. he was moaning.

we tried to go back to the dance floor but they had already closed it so i took the opportunity to lead us back to my apartment pretty swiftly, we got through the door and went immediately to my bed and started taking our clothes off, my face was so red i was so turned on and so excited to finally do the things i had been telling myself i shouldnt be thinking about doing to him.

i pinned them down and started getting my hands on as much as possible, told him i had been thinking about fucking him for ages, that the aggression is sexual. we grinded our crotches together and i asked him if he wanted to be fucked, he whimpered out a yes, i asked if i could suck him off first, he said yes, we took off our underwear, i started kissing down their body and teasing, got my tongue on his dick (which is actually bigger than mine. ugh. this dick size thing has been a running joke... should have known he wanted me to rail him sooner) and started giving him head and moaning, fucking them with my tongue a little bit, asked if i could finger them, he said please, i started stretching him (his pussy felt so good on my fingers holy fuck i wish i could feel that on the whole length of my cock...) and calling him a good boy for taking my fingers, started with one, then two, then three, all while sucking him off too, asked them if theyre ready for my dick, he begged for it practically (fuuuuuck).

then i went and harnessed my dick n put on my harness, i drunkenly grabbed the wrong one (its like. almost broken thats why i dont use it and its too loose) but it still worked out in the end, got the rope and boxers over it so it was p secure anyway.

asked if he wants a condom or no condom, said he doesnt mind. the whole time i was harnessing i had the condom in my mouth. i chose to use a condom to make it feel smoother since he's on T and atrophy is a thing. climbed back onto my bed, looming over him, my legs between his, rolled the condom onto my dick, then lubed up my dick (made me feel really hot and masc ngl). jerked him off for a second while lubing him up, fuck that was hot.

then i put my cock on his lips, found his hole and slid in... oh my fucking god thank you for putting me in the 21 st century where we trans man tops have good dick equipment to use. it was so fucking hot. fuck i love the feeling of fucking pussy. i dirty talked so good im ngl. making out with my dick in them and hearing them moan and whine was fucking amazing.

i hope i never forget seeing my dick (which looks p realistic especially bc i put boxers over the harness and put the dick through the unbuttoned hole in the front) pistoning in and out of his cute lil boypussy. i wish i put a pillow under his hips to make it easier to get deep inside him but hey i was drunk.

i hit it so hard in missionary i collapsed backward out of lightheadedness and had to get us to switch positions, started fucking into him from below and then getting him to ride me, then guiding his hips with my hands up and down on my cock until he seized up and collapsed on me, idk if he came or what but he was spent. we slept in the same bed after that i was so tired. oh my fucking god i want to do it again. i havent been able to stop thinking about it.

i didnt even recieve much genital stimulation at all (it was rly late i didnt wanna drag things out by asking for a bj after, i just wanted to sleep) that was still extremely hot sex. so fucking good. i can only imagine what that would feel like with the right harness... fuuuuuck i love boycunt.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

THE THINGS I HAVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE LITERAL SHITSHOW HANTEO MUSIC AWARDS WAS!!

So like

1. The arrangements were SO bad people were getting squished and pushed around to the point that a few of them were fainting.

2. Ateez and Aespa were understandably worried and concerned and had to step up and guide the HMA staff and security to do their jobs.

3. Netizens are now praising Hongjoong for stepping up and showing concern for the audience.

4. Ateez used their award acceptance speech time to tell people to back tf up and not squish the ppl standing up front.

5. Ateez were MAD. (It was very hot)

6. A Jiwoong (ZB1) anti souted at Jiwoong to leave the group and a Jiwoong fan slapped them. (Deserved)

7. A brawl broke out and Hongjoong spotted it and guided the staff there to break it up.

8. Someone shat on the floor and it STUNK. (Even the idols smelled it)

9. The said shitter came on twitter to apologize and take responsibility. They said to contact them for compensation for the laundry fee if it got on someone's clothes.

10. Someone peed. (And came on twitter to apologise after they saw the shitter's apology.)

11. They also found a used condom on the floor.

12. Some Jiwoong antis are saying that Hongjoong won't like him if he knew Jiwoong acted in BL dramas. Like babe, WHO DO YOU THINK WATCHES THE DRAMAS??

DEADDD IM DEADD AT SOME OF THESE THAT'S QUITE LITERALLY A SHITSHOW??

i saw clips of aespa and ateez being super worried and pointing at the crowd and guiding the staff and even their own staff- honestly kudos to them for that. i saw an atz clip and they really looked horrified so i can't imagine what being there was like for them but like?? it's 2024??? why are ppl still acting so uncivilised??

especially with someone actually shitting/peeing/used condom?? is this even real omygod. i feel more sorry for the good ones that must have been stuck in the crowd tbh but literally what is this??? i can't believe this is real im literally HORRIFIED 😭😭 (more impressed that the ones who did are apologising on twitter and paying for compensation) (as they should but im still in shock 😭)

also what have they all got against jiwoong man's literally so hot and i've only seen a few clips of him BUT OMG THE ANTI WHO GOT SLAPPED (DESERVED) DFKJJGHDFJKGHKDFJG IM DEADDD

also these jiwoong antis should either get to know ateez better or find a different group bc i bet my broke ass that all of the teezers are fans of jiwoong like if anyone's watching bl and supporting jiwoong it would quite literally be them 😭😭

[hwanswerland]

dont u find it actually puts u off the group even more? like the only way to interact nowadays feels like its only on social media and even then its hard to genuinely get a comment in here or there bc theres hoards of overzealous tweens who desperately want the validation from these idols whereas some ppl who want genuine interaction dont want to do much to get that... fancalls require albums being bought multiple of them, fanmeets like i say barely happen from any of the groups, send offs and other shit are a no from me bc i hate being squished in large crowds plus i feel like u have to always be extra and do extra just for a simple interaction or the off chance of being noticed by them and its not like even if u get a good seat that theyd give a genuine shit if ur there or not cause they dont know u anyway.

okay so honestly? I don't care if they notice me or if they know I exist. I don't live for an interaction with seonghwa or any of the others and I don't interact with their music/concerts/etc as if I do. Like if I randomly were to find myself right in front of them and they waved at me from the stage that absolutely would be really cool, but in no way would I ever try to be extra or superficially draw attention to myself 😅 in Amsterdam last year I was absolutely close enough to the stage that they could have seen me, and I didn't expect that with my ticket lol. And everytime a member came close it was 50/50 of me going omfg they're so gorgeous and omg the people around me are so fucking cringe screaming and crying his name just for .5 secs of y/n moment. Like idk ahsgsgsg they're just some guys and I'm there for their music, but not to get their attention you know? If I could just sit down for a coffee with hongjoong I'd do that in a heartbeat but it's the "I have to buy tons of shit to even get the chance to see them from closer" that just feels very icky to me.

What does actually put me off the group, and I'm sure I've said this before, is how they never get a real break, kq is releasing stuff at a rate no one can keep up with, at least the last album being americanised and the entire cb feeling rushed and low effort and disjointed (concept pics to mv pipeline ???), and with then getting bigger the fanbase getting more deranged and even getting fuckass concert tickets has turned into a competition with people buying 20 tickets JUST IN CASE they're not getting the other 18.

[lucabyte]

i forgot to ask u smth for that ask game sorry f

here though 😨chrometab bc im curious not about the answers but about how theyd answer

(Answer for this ask game!)

😨- What's their greatest fear? (For Chrome and Tabitha)

(Chrome) "Hmmm. Tabitha isn't scared of anything irrational. I think." (Tabitha) "What counts as irrational?" (Chrome) "Like. Bugs and heights and water and shit. You're like, good with those." (Tabitha) "I suppose." (Chrome) "Uhhh… When are you scared…? You get all antsy in crowded spaces. or formal ones. I don't know if it counts as scared, but you get tense." (Tabitha) "That's because I have to focus harder…" (Chrome) "You should probably be more scared of shit actually. Your reaction time is slow as shit, the amount of times you've not moved out of the way of stuff." (Tabitha) "I don't see how being scared would help me there?" (Chrome) "It would protect you, duh??" (Tabitha) "I suppose." (Chrome) "But yeah. I think you're uhh, scared of having to do all that fancy social shit. 'Cause what if you fuck up, right?" (Tabitha) "… That is't an irrational fear..?" (Chrome) "Yeah and? That wasn't the question. It was greatest fear, not irrational." (Tabitha) "Oh. Well that's not my greatest fear." (Chrome) "Then what is?" (Tabitha) "Hmm. I don't know, actually." (Chrome) "Boo. Boring."

(Tabitha) "Is it my turn to guess yours? I've not seen you be scared by much, I don't think." (Chrome) "No?" (Tabitha) "Not in the screaming horrors way, at least. And you aren't particularly squeamish either. You don't like insects, I suppose, but you don't seem so much frightened of them as you do distainful?" (Chrome) "Yeah, I ain't afraid of bugs. Like, why would I be? There's none poisonous here. Gross to squish them though." (Tabitha) "Indeed. You just flick them somewhere. Um. Er. I suppose I've seen you be disquieted before?" (Chrome) "Oh?" (Tabitha) "Mm. Philosophy and, space things. You don't like talking about those." (Chrome) "Don't I?" (Tabitha) "Mm-mm. You don't have much to say about them. I find you usually express that they're much --" (Both) "Too big, --" (Chrome) "-- not worth thinking about." (Tabitha) "Not of any use to anybody, yes." (Chrome) "That's cause they ain't." (Tabitha) "Concepts too large. Unknowable and unquantifiable. Unpleasant to be reminded of relative insignificance." (Chrome) "Like I said. Not worth thinking about."

(Tabitha) "… Nihilophobia. Is my guess. Then." (Chrome) "Ugh. You and your big words." (Tabitha) "That was a joke. That one is from a sci-fi show." (Chrome) "--- Have you ever been into sci-fi?!"

[ratedfleur]

i want to see more of ganda & pogi when they weren’t together yet & only crushing on each other!! ganda definitely was and still is hao’s student manager <3 just like what you said before, dahil student council members nga sila & ganda is hao’s student manager lagi silang magkasama!! everybody’s swooning over them everywhere they go! i wanna see how they got together & how they developed feelings for each other!!

- 🎻

omg lengthy brainrot ahead hihi hindi naman halata na i enjoyed writing this 😄 also i purposely wrote this in a rush bago ako mag sleep bc alam kong hindi ako makakatulog kaka-isip if hindi ko pa sinulat HEH

also full name reveal na ni ganda heh self indulgent syempre 😔 also i couldn’t get myself to give pogi a new name, basta zhang hao pa din siya (imaginin niyo nalang may filo name siya) (also defo send filo name ideas!!! i want to see how pogi looks like sa mata niyo mwa) 🫶

before ganda became hao’s student manager, he always tried inviting her to watch his games so that she’s aware of what happens in the games especially in the UAAP, his most important events in his college years.

“aly please? just one game, you don’t even have to stay if you don’t want to.” hao says as he chased after alyx, finding her strides hard to catch up to.

how does this tiny lady walk so fast as if she’s 6 foot tall? hao thought as he got squished through the sea of people as he tried chasing alyx through the halls.

seeing her head pop up in the sea of students, he grabs onto her hand, making ganda yelp when hao pulls her hand.

“so? i’ll see you tomorrow?” hao asked with hope in his eyes, only for ganda to shake her head.

“sorry zhang, i’m busy tomorrow nor am i interested to go.” ganda says before she pulled her hand away from hao, leaving him in the busy hallway.

but hao had one last trick up his sleeve, diligently preparing it once he got home. he immediately went on his laptop and got to work, hoping his trick would work just in time for his first game of the year.

the moment aly step foot in the arena, students were cheering and waving at her once their eyes landed on the fair lady, excited to see the pretty face finally joining them to watch the UAAP.

what you didn’t know is that hao was looking for you, looking left and right for his tiny girl— or rather his tiny feisty soon to be student manager, manifesting, he says.

aly sat cluelessly on the seat given to her by hao himself, specifically choosing a seat in the UP area where most isko’s and iska’s sat. soon enough, the game started, announcers starting and hyping the crowd up as students from two universities cheered.

she of course cheered for her own school, even dressed in a red shirt. moments later, the athletes poured into the court. hao immediately looked for her despite it being a huge arena, his eyes looked for the feisty eyed lady before they landed on aly who blinked a few times before smiling in a thin line.

this has hao smiling to himself once he proves to himself that he could get you to watch his game, though uncertain whether you’d stay ‘til the end.

a few games later, hao specifically made the team’s manager get you from the audience, making you simply follow her when she says hao was looking for you.

letting him celebrate with his team, you stayed a few steps back before hao himself stepped away from the team, standing right before you.

“ayos ba?” he asked.

pursing your lips, “ayos lang.” you answered, making hao chuckle.

“eh what about my request? naka-decide ka na?” he asked once more, making you nod your head.

full of expectancy, hao waited for you to answer his questions.

“i’m accepting your request but—“ “but?” “i won’t start immediately, busy pa ‘ko sa council.”

hao nods, understanding where you were coming from.

“copy, miss aly. feel free to start kung kailan mo gusto, i just need you on court, that’s all.” he says whilst you nodded.

since you were both partners in the student council whilst you were his student manager in his athletic activities, you two were stuck together like gum, from day to night.

and with hao being the gentleman he is, he takes care of you whenever you two are alone. all of his caring acts were not for the prying eyes but he was acting based off of his natural instincts.

“here, i know hindi ka pa kumakain the moment you sat down.” hao said while sliding over a paper bag from your favorite café in the area.

you smile lightly at him when your eyes meet, “thanks zhang.” you said to him as you took the sandwhich out, snacking on it as you both worked on a event schedule.

“aly, sakay na. hatid na kita, it’s raining!” hao called out to you in the rain from his car as you ran towards the bus stop. you turned your head to look at him, waving your hand as you shielded yourself from the rain.

“hindi na, i’ll be fine.” you insisted before hao stopped his car beside you, getting out with a umbrella in hand as he insisted on giving you a ride.

“sabi ko ngang i’m fine eh.” you said as you settled in your seat, thanking him when he hands you a box of tissues and his handkerchief to wipe yourself down.

“no can do, i know magkakasakit ka tomorrow so drink advil later on.” hao says to you knowing how often you got sick even from a little drizzle before he drove out of the university’s street, eyeing you ever so often.

the ride goes well not until you’re both stuck in traffic with you drenched in your wet clothes. this gets hao cursing when he caught sight of this before he reaches back for his spare clothes that he always keeps in his car for safety measures after practice or his games.

“sorry, i should’ve offered this kanina pa. i won’t look, basta bilisan mo at baka may makakita pa sa’yo.” hao says whilst handing you a shirt, recognizing it to be one of his subtle jersey shirts.

“‘wag kang titingin ah?” you said while squinting your eyes at hao who looks away from you, staring right out the tinted windows.

you cautiously looked around your surroundings before slipping on his shirt on top of your wet one, slipping off your wet shirt quickly even while already clothed, a trick you learned online.

after that, the traffic barely moves while the rain kept pouring buckets. this gave time for you and hao to catch up on each other, finding out more and more about each other’s interests and whatnots.

an hour later, you were feeling drowsy with the time being 5 minutes passed 1. hao noticed how you turned silent after nearly an hour and a half of chitchatting away in traffic.

he lowers his music down, letting the rain lull you to sleep as he drove through the busy streets of manila.

soon enough, you were fast asleep with your head bobbing up and down, a sign that you were clearly fast asleep.

one long nap later, you woke up to the sight of the car parked right in front of your apartment with hao simply scrolling on his phone as you napped.

“kanina pa tayo?” you asked with a croaky voice, clearing your throat as hao nodded, putting his phone away.

“like 30 minutes? it’s okay, i have no places to be at naman and besides, you needed that nap.” hao says with a smile, letting you tidy yourself up.

you both got out of his car whilst he watched you carry your bag, he walks you over to the lobby of your apartment, hands in his pockets as you bid your goodbyes to him.

“thanks for tonight, hao.” you said, finally calling him by his first name as you bid your goodbyes, making hao smile as he waved.

“sleep tight, miss aly.” hao says as you entered the elevator, waving once more before the doors shut.

and yet somehow, a tiny flower bud was blooming between you two, slowly blooming into a beautiful flower that would grow into a field of flowers of different colors.

[melloneah]

What would matt be like at the club(tm)?

i think matt unironically and openly loves early 2000s club music hsjdhsjd so if we pregamed sufficiently, he’d be out there dancing his head off

if he went to the club sober it could be uncomfortable tho bc clubs are always hella awkward to sober people

i do think he could get a bit overwhelmed sometimes bc he’s not used to huge crowds of people being squished in a room like sardines and everyone’s sweaty and loud and it’s gross

but then he’d take a breather (a breather being a cig outside) and run back in excitedly when he heard low by flo rida start playing