#i feel like im in a musical rut

[field-cryptobotanist]

I'm sick of love songs and breakup songs and partying songs.

More albums should be telling an entire fantasy book's worth of a story.

I want a knight going to war returning and falling in love with a witch they that helps them with the nightmares.

I want eldritch monsters driving people to madness or killing people in alleys.

Robot cowboys finding the meaning of life

Does anybody have any cool suggestions??

[motionpicturesforcarrie]

im actually upset with how i havent been obsessed with anything this YEAR. i would watch so many movies per week even when i was super busy and depressed.. now im not doing busy, im not unhappy, but like i dont listen to music even when im doing nothing i dont watch movies like?? i miss when i was obsessed with the monkees or something

[endykelopaedia]

feeling so bright and colourful and aligned with the air right now (rediscovered playing music)

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Lmfaoooooo

[suiana]

The death of an artist

he's always found you beautiful, even in your death and rebirth. you'll always be perfect to him. always

(yandere! musician x gn! reader) (cw: yandere stuff idk, im wiritng this while shitting i hope u enjoy my poopoo core, 2.04k words)

you might not have realised it but your silent admirer had always watched you.

he's watched you from the shadows, observing how you interact with others, how your eyes were once full of light and joy as you shared your paintings for the world to see.

it was beautiful.

you were beautiful.

he was but an aspiring musician back then. a couple of listeners here and there but never enough to fill up a concert hall. meanwhile you were a famous artist, with your paintings selling out for millions at all the art exhibitions you hosted.

you little admirer totally idolized you.

i mean, who wouldn't? all your paintings were so full of life, oh so meaningful, and most importantly, they were made with love.

love, love, love.

it was the one thing that made you stand out from all the hundreds and thousands of artists. the one thing that inspired him to even start writing songs.

your art made him feel loved. it made him feel wanted, even. he remembers how he'd get a fuzzy feeling from all your paintings, how it sent a delightful tingle up his spine as he takes in your carefully crafted masterpieces.

though there weren't any texts, all of your paintings spoke a thousand words. and they spoke to him.

with every new piece you put out, it was like he was getting to know you better. to know you on a personal level. it made his head spin and his heart leap in delight. after all, you were his idol. the one he admired so much that he began to pursue a music career dedicated to you. the career he once left behind in favour of living in this sad world.

though at one point in time, he hit a wall.

he couldn't get any ideas, no fresh inspiration for his music. the musician could only stare at his score as his mind desperately grasps at nothing. he felt like he was dying.

then you came through, like an angel of salvation.

well, looking back, you were more like a demon of salvation. especially because that one single text from you kick-started his disgusting love for you. it feels wrong to call you a demon though, not when you were so holy that he feels like touching you will corrupt your divine light.

he still remembers waking up and seeing your text on his instagram DMs. your bright red notification ping that gave him all the motivation he needed to think of a new idea.

'hey! just wanted to tell u i really enjoy ur music! cant wait to see u get famous >w<'

he swears he could die happy just seeing you message him. you messaged him. you know of his existence??? no fucking way bro. he still wonders if he used up all his luck when you messaged him so innocently that day.

of course... he responded and thus began a friendship (?) between the two of you.

friendship. yeah, maybe for you.

truth be told, he doesn't know if he ever saw you as a friend to begin with. he always thought you messaged him because you were interested in him too. whatever, these small details aren't important.

he released a love song not long after your first interaction with him. it instantly became a viral hit, taking his follower count from the thousands to the millions. he was glad it performed so well on the charts, they were his feelings to you after all.

the now famous musician had to thank you for getting him out of his rut. without you, he'd probably have gone back to doing medicine. so he did the best thing and that was to invite you out for a meal. he had to thank his muse, didn't he?

you were a little hesitant at first. that's okay, if anything he thought it was cute that you were suspicious of him. there will be plenty of time for you to warm up to him later.

the little get-together, or first date as he likes to call it, went well! you two saw each other in real life for the first time! and boy was he smitten. if he was unsure about whether he was in love with you before, he sure as hell was sure now.

you were so much more lovely in real life than you were over text. all smiles and laughs, your admirer feels that his songs didn't do you justice.

"this was fun! let's do this again!"

oh for sure he will do it again. he just wants you all to himself now. to keep you with him, a never-ending source of inspiration for the rest of his life. his beloved muse. the one he writes for. the one his songs are dedicated to. his.

so your falling off played out nicely in his favour. you were trying out an experimental style, said that he inspired you. it was one that not many would be able to understand at first glance, completely different from what your previous one was. your loyal fans stood by your side of course, him included. but the general public eventually started ignoring your newer pieces in favour for something they didn't need to use much thought to understand. for someone fresh, someone new.

he could see the way the light in your eyes slowly started to dim at the lack of interaction. sure, you said that fame wasn't important to you, that all you wanted was to showcase your art to the world.

but your little admirer could tell that it was bothering you more than you'd like to admit.

he saw the way your texts with him grew more erratic, the way the vibrant life in your eyes started to slowly dim, the way you started pushing out more works to compensate for the style change. you were desperate for the attention you once received. the way you changed in real time, becoming a slave to the consumers, like an animated robot that pushed out art just for the sake of it...

it was a little sad to see to be honest. it was like you were there, but you also weren't, you know? your name was on the artwork but he didn't see you in it.

but he was glad things turned out the way it did. it meant that he could be there for you when you cried and felt like a mistake. it meant that he could offer you a shoulder to cry on when the times were really bad.

"there there, it's alright. just let it all out."

his gentle caresses as you cried your heart out into his chest... it was delightful to see you depend on him so much. that you'd come seeking comfort from him in such a dark period of your life. he felt so wanted by you.

meanwhile, his fame was only growing larger by the day. while you were on a path to being forgotten, he was making a name for himself in the music industry. brand deals, billboards, advertisements. he was everywhere, like a ghost haunting you, to remind you that your friend was thriving while you weren't.

the musician wonders whether you've ever hated him. that you'd think he was stealing all of your fame. after all, your fame went down not long after you messaged him. he really wonders whether you've ever blamed him for making a change in your art style.

it doesn't matter now.

the artist in you was gone.

"hey, what if you make me an album cover?"

you only stared at him with dark eyes before looking away. everyone around you had slowly started distancing themselves from you. the change in your personality and looks had scared them. everyone but him had stayed. his words about horrid snakes deceiving you fill your head as you cling to the attention he gave you. who were you to deny your only friend left?

"sure."

you didn't give much thought when designing his new album. it was an avant garde album that had themes about desperation, love, and death.

how ironic, you thought.

you gave the complete piece to him a few days after, heavy bags under your eyes as your friend hugged and kissed your cheek. he's been taking care of you recently. having you move in with him, cooking you food and covering all of your expenses. he treated you like a lover. albeit you found it a bit weird that he told you not to leave without his consent. said that he didn't want people to harass you. you found it sweet of him. you were glad that he cared for you so much.

"my dear artist friend designed my new album cover, yes. i think they were a perfect fit to help design this particular album cover. they're..."

your fame immediately came back. interviews, likes, commissions, the things you were once familiar with came running back at full force after your friend's interview with a big channel.

you think if this happened earlier you'd have caved under the attention. the big spotlight, fans.... the attention will always be intoxicating. even now, you feel yourself smiling at the number of notifications you're receiving from strangers.

but you've realized that their attention is only temporary. the second you grow irrelevant they'll drop you again. just like they did before.

the only one who matters is your friend. the one who whispered sweet nothings and reassured you when you were drowning in a mass of nothingness. the one who gave you the attention you craved.

you immediately started a new piece in a new style.

'Intertwined'

a painting that gave you more fame than what you initially had before. it was a piece about self enlightenment, discovery, and contentment. and some claimed that it was the best painting that you've ever made. a masterpiece.

you showed your friend your work right after you were done and you could've sworn you saw a hint of shock in his eyes. maybe also fear? you don't know.

"this is... beautiful."

his words were slow, gaze intense as he stared at your painting for what felt like hours. you think he was mesmerized. you never asked him.

you made another painting after that.

'final duet'

again, people claimed that it was a masterpiece. your friend looked stunned again and he called it beautiful like always. he told you that he's never seen something so artistically perfect before and that he's proud of you. you like it. his compliments make you happy.

"this one is for you."

you made another piece. a simple painting of him in your style.

'untitled.jpg'

"is... it mine now?"

he proceeded to draw you into the painting as well after your words. you didn't understand what he was doing. but you found it cute. he was drawing you?

"there. now it's perfect."

he smiles down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead like he always does. you've grown so used to his kisses that you were expecting one already. you lean into his touch before smiling softly.

"i'm so happy with you."

"me too."

the seed of life was sprouting once more, growing around the stem that it's learnt to grow dependent on.

he was everything to you. you feel like you'd die without him. but you know it'll never happen because your dearest friend will always remain by your side. he promised you. his words are like gold. he's the only one who matters.

you never want to be apart ever again.

thus you made your final masterpiece about love and dedication. a flower thriving in a dark environment and growing to love the dark, having died in the shining light once before.

'rebirth'

the blinds to the outside world shut on the two of you. no one else is important. he tells you he loves you. you repeat it. his hands wrap around you as you lean into his cold touch. you're cold too. you used to be warm once, he says he likes you cold better. shutting your eyes, all you focus on is the steady beating of his heart.

now no one will ever bother the two lovers ever again.

[milkyplier]

Good! Make sure you have a good time, yeah?

*sighs* Fine, Fierce, can have some too, but only because I’d feel guilty for not sharing and because I know he could knock me flat and I don’t feel like talking bigger than I am.

Hey, lofty, how’re things going? And could I have a cold drink? Milk would be nice :3

Hi sweetie! I’m pretty good, had a long day and am quite tired but I have coffee and munchies and am probably gonna wind down playing some Zelda :)

You’re in luck, I just restocked milk and you have multiple options! You’ll have to share with Fierce, though, he’s definitely trying to snatch some ;)

[starofthesea7]

König~ Fervently

(Pure filth)

Your eyes are rolled back in your head, tears glistening against darkly flushed cheeks, drool running down your chin, pooling onto a threadbare mattress. A spring is digging into your ribcage but you hardly feel it, as the bed is slammed over and over against grey cement wall. You can barely hear him, his breathy grunts, “Im so sorry leibling, ah- so sorry. Too rough, i know,” König is a fervent mess above you, desperate for release, unable to restrain himself. His face is contorted with pleasure, muscled arms straining as he holds himself above you, still careful not to crush you with his colossal mass, even in his state of inebriation.

Hes embarrassed- repulsed- at the roughness with which he ruts into you, apologies spilling from his lips as he ruins you, splitting you in half- stretching you out, ruining you for any other man. “I’m so sorry, you’re so good for me liebling, i’m hurting you, i’m - ah!- so sorry.” His mouth parts, raspy breaths like music to your ears. He mumbles, a shamble of german and english, how you’re so small, so tight, stretched so wide, stuffed so full. He’s fucking drooling.

“Told you to use me, ‘s okay.” It’s all you can muster right now, head thrown back, body limp. The fat of your hips recoils with each violet thrust. His head drops to the crook of your neck, overstimulation forcing tears from his glassy eyes. It mingles with your sweat, searing skin melding together. He’s edged himself for hours, cock painfully hard as you suck him in, so tight. He’s so thick, larger than life, gummy walls spasming as they attempt to take all of him in, be good for him, it’s all you ever wanted to be. Make him feel good, allow him to use you, not asking him to hold back like he always did. That’s what you’d told him two hours ago. “Do whatever you want to me, don’t hold back.” Did you regret it? No. Usually he would prepare you, stretch you out, agonizingly slowly, a finger at a time, readying you for him. Not tonight. Tonight was about him.

His breaths become airier, more pathetic as his release nears. You are a ragdoll, limbs spread, nails scratching blindly, a hole as he ruts into you, faster, jerkier, more erratic, his colossal frame curling around you. Your whines echo around you. Breasts bounce painfully, and the sound of his wet pelvis slapping against yours is obscene. Your wetness coats his pale lower stomach and rippling thighs. Brawny arms wrap around your body, holding you so fucking tight. “So, -ah, so close- scheiße.” He lets out a pitiful groan as he stuffs himself into you with a final thrust, holding your pelvises flush as his cock lurches, mushroom head notching so deep inside you- it sends you over the edge. He lets out a pitiful groan as your walls stutter around him, “C- cumming.” You shudder, shaking, clawing at his arms. His voice cracks, cock jumping, spurting inside of you, impossibly deep- you feel it in your guts, hot cum filling you up. You fall limp, stuffed, belly full and warm, you sob at the pressure.

He stills, both of you shuddering with after shocks. His breaths are dense and raspy as the adrenaline haze clears from his mind. He softly thrusts into you, a crackled groan at the feeling of fucking his cum back into you as you squirm.

When he pulls out, he stares with glassy eyes, pupils blow wide, breathing heavily at how he oozes from your puffy slit. His face is flushed and sweaty, lips parted in focus. The image makes him lightheaded. He hesitantly brushs you with his finger, making you jolt at the contact. He groans at the lewd squelch as he pushes his cum back inside you with a finger twice the size of your own, cunt clenching, spasming around him, always so willing, so good for him.

His glazed soft eyes trailed up your body, from your abused, leaking hole, to your hips, bruised and covered with indents from blunt fingernails, to your breasts, covered in sweat and flushed from his mindless gropes. Your face is flushed and glowing with sweat and tears, lips puffy and red. He raises his hand to your cheek, his own face heated with shame as he wipes tears from his inflicted pain.

You know you look a mess of drool, mussed hair and cum, broken and battered beneath him, but he looks down at you with pure venerable adoration, as if you are a shining angel sent from God himself.

@simonsslvt

@sweepyy

[ot8xbangchansgirlsblog]

Love the 0T8 story and requests... I have a request, please...

All of the members love on the omega physically, but chan really wants to be the one who breeds her first. He has this overwhelming desire to see her full with his pups. He has dreams and " gets off" to the image of her and hearing her sweet moans. One day he see omega helping han with a sprained wrist and seeing her all motherly and lightly scolding han for running in sock in the house, just makes him feral. He has reader go to their shared room and basically tried his best to ask if she would want this, without jumping her. They discuss it and she reveals to him she is due for her heat in 3 days and he rushes to his calendar and notices he is due for a rut at the same time. So they decide to do it then and we'll 3 days later and all the boys away, they go crazy and a few months later, hello plus sign!

ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪.

Warning: fluff/smut/blood

Summary: Request!

TW! Mention of Mpreg.

Only Felix and Y/n are omegas

A/N: Please note that this isn't my normal content and there is quite a graphic link in the chapter! This was quite very uncomfortable for me cause i never write smuts BUTT it was such an interesting experience and i would not mind writing smuts again if you guys are interested in it. Im just giving you guys a heads-up cause idk how i feel about like my wording and stuff.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

📍Studio

"Chan you've got to tell her, her heat is in 3 days," Changbin groaned. "Quite frankly i think all of us want to put a baby in her but you're taking too long."

"I know, i know. It's just that. I'm nervous bin," Chan replied. His hands were in his hair as he struggled to focus at the task in hand.

Producing music.

Ever since him and Felix did the show where they had to hang around a toddlers, he couldn't stop thinking about getting his Luna pregnant. He couldn't stop thinking about her walking around all swollen with a bump.

Just the thought about him and his packmate's putting so many babies in her made him go feral and he couldn't take it anymore.

"Well you better figure it out because lix's heat is after that and if you want both omegas carrying pups time isnt on your side," Changbin shrugged. "You know lixie would never allow to get pregnant before Luna-ssi."

Changbin was right. Felix would never allow to disrespect Y/N like that and the alphas would never get any of the omegas pregnant before he did.

"Don't you think i know that Changbin? Im trying okay? just give me time," He huffed before laying his head down on the table.

📍Home

“Jagi, I got all the snacks you asked me to get!” Lee Know called out as he walked through the door, hand in hand with Han.

“Coming!” Y/N responded quickly, her voice bright with excitement as she hurried down the stairs.

Lee Know smiled at the sound of her little footsteps approaching, followed by a delighted squeal.

“Hey babe!” She got on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, then turned to Jisung, offering him the same affection.

“We tried to get everything, but we just couldn’t find the heating pads you like, so Channie-hyung said he would bring some on the way back from work,” Lee Know explained, handing her the grocery bags so she could check everything.

“Oh my— you guys are the best! I think that’s all I need,” she said, her eyes sparkling as she rummaged through the bags.

“If you need anything else, just tell me, okay?” Lee Know said, removing his jacket and shoes as Han followed suit.

“Your heat is in three days, my love. Please don’t forget like last time, and don’t eat all the snacks!” Han whined, making his way behind her into the kitchen as she began to unpack.

“It was one time!” she fake-pouted. “Plus, I’m going to put these away. Can you help me start on dinner?” She turned to Han, who was already rolling up his sleeves.

“Yeah, sure! What should I start with?” Han replied, eager to assist. He washed his hands quickly, ready to make her life a little easier.

“Maybe start with the meat?” Y/N suggested, looking around the kitchen. “There it is— it’s quite a bit, so I’ll help once I store these away.” She handed him the package resting on the counter and moved to grab her snacks and drinks for the ‘heat’ room.

“Be careful! The knife is sharp!” she warned before turning to leave.

“I will,” Han smirked, watching her walk away. Her body moved with a sway, and he couldn’t help but groan, cursing his alpha for being so utterly in love with her.

As Y/N walked away, she caught a hint of Han’s arousal in his scent and giggled softly. She loved how her alphas were so drawn to her; it made her feel confident and beautiful, just as every omega should.

“I’ve gotten all the scented clothes I could find and some fresh sheets, baby! Where should I put them?” I.N interrupted as she made her way down the corridor towards the basement.

“I’m about to go downstairs. Can you put them down there? I’ll probably start nesting tonight,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She felt an overwhelming rush of love for him as he took care of her so well.

“Yeah, sure, anything for you,” he smiled, following her down to her heat room. Her scent grew stronger, wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

“Just place them there,” she said, pointing mindlessly to the bed before starting to stock the fridge with everything they had brought home.

Once I.N placed the clothes down, he made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her scent had become sweeter since last night, and he craved the closeness.

“You smell so good. Let Alpha take care of you,” he mumbled against her scent gland, his voice low and soothing.

“Baby, I know you want—” Suddenly, a loud yelp followed by a cry pierced the air, making both of them jump.

Y/N sprang into action, wanting to ensure everything was okay. She dashed out of the room and into the kitchen, I.N hot on her heels.

“What? What happened?” she panicked, rushing to Han’s side and examining his pained face.

“I cut my hand!” he whimpered, seeking comfort from her.

“Oh, Hannie, I told you to be careful!” she pouted, gently taking his hand to assess the cut.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s not that bad. Go to the living room. I’ll be there in a second,” she said, slowly shooing him to sit down. He frowned but obeyed her instructions, reluctantly heading to the living room.

“Innie, can you finish this up? I’ll be back in a bit,” she asked, passing him a clean knife.

“Yeah, I got it. Don’t even worry,” he replied instantly, releasing a soft scent of pheromones to calm her, sensing the tension in her scent.

Grateful for his help, Y/N grabbed the first aid kit and made her way to the living room. It was empty, meaning the boys were probably in the gaming room or the home studio, likely oblivious to what had just happened.

Rolling her eyes, she sat on Han’s lap and gently took his injured hand. “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful with the knife, Jisungie—” she began to scold him, her voice laced with concern.

“I’m home!” The pack alpha called out from the door, interrupting their moment.

“In here!” Y/N called out, continuing to scold Han as she tended to his hand.

The house smelled sweet, and Chan recognized Y/N's scent immediately. It enveloped the space, overpowering everything else. A mix of honey and vanilla, it was reminiscent of baked goods, filling him with warmth but also an undeniable hunger.

How was he going to face her? His alpha was already growling and howling, barely making it through the door. He hated her heats; they completely unraveled him. Now, on top of that, he was grappling with his own rut, and her intoxicating scent was only making it worse.

“What’s going on?” he smiled, forcing cheerfulness as he stepped into the living room and took in the sight of his two mates on the couch.

“Han cut his hand,” Y/N sighed, glancing back at the pouting boy.

“I said I’m sorry, noona,” Han whined, his voice a mixture of embarrassment and pain.

“I know, baby, but you can’t keep being clumsy like this. Just the other day, you twisted your ankle playing football with the boys,” she chastised gently.

“And chan you need to talk to him because he’s been getting hurt a lot, He wont listen to me!” she added, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration.

“Baby—” Chan groaned internally. Why was she going into ‘mommy mode’ right now? Of all times, especially in that sundress he loved. He felt utterly screwed.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him,” he sighed, instinctively covering his front with his laptop bag as he felt heat rise within him.

“Good! Now go get the boys for a snack. You guys have had a long day,” she instructed, her voice sweet and satisfied with herself, completely unaware of how turned on Chan was.

“All done, baby. You’ll feel better, I promise,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on Han’s plaster before getting up to clean up the mess. Chan stood there hesitating, his eyes wandering over her body.

This rut was going to kill him, and he felt it tightening around him like a noose.

After dinner, Y/N found herself seated on the floor, carefully trying to help Hyunjin with his brushes when Seungmin called for her running down the steps. She could see the worry etched on his face as he paced in the living room, clearly upset.

“Y/Nnie!” he called out, rushing to her side.

“Yes, my love? What is it?” She looked up at him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

“Can you please help me fix it? It ripped,” Seungmin pouted, sinking to his knees between her legs.

“Oh dear,” she frowned, taking in the damage. “I can fix it! Let me grab my sewing box.” With a warm smile, she gently brushed his hair away from his eyes.

“I really need to get you to a haircut,” she sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before standing up.

“Fine, but not too much!” he huffed playfully.

“Deal. Just a trim, I promise.” She took the sweater from his hands, making sure not to disturb the others gathered in the living room.

As Chan watched Y/N interact with Seungmin, he felt even more confident about putting a baby any her. The way she cared for them—so nurturing and loving—made his heart race. He couldn’t help but imagine her with their future children, how gentle and warm she would be. A blush crept up his cheeks as he entertained some playful thoughts about their future.

“Can I come?” Chan’s voice cut through, curiosity evident in his tone. This might be his chance to steal Y/N away for a moment.

“Yes, of course! It’s going to be boring anyway,” she shrugged, leading the way to her room with Chan close behind. Once there, he settled onto her bed, admiring her as she worked on the sweater.

“Y/N?” he called softly.

“Hm?” She looked up, and he felt a warmth spread through him—she was so soft-spoken and gentle.

“What do you think about having kids?” he asked, not wanting to waste another moment.

She paused, a small smile forming on her lips. “Well, that’s kind of my purpose as an omega, you know? To be bred and nurture pups,” she giggled.

“So you’re open to having a pup right now?” His smile widened, heart racing at the thought.

“Yes, baby, of course I am! I’ve been waiting for a while, actually. You know I’m not getting any younger,” she said, laying the sweater aside to sit on his lap.

“Is this why you boys have been trying to sniff me every time we… well, you know?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

When omegas get pregnant, their scent changes distinctly, and it was no secret the boys had been checking to see if she was expecting.

“Y-yeah, but we wanted to make sure you were sure since your heat is coming up soon, and I want to be the first—” he stammered, feeling a rush of excitement.

“I’m all yours, baby. You can get me pregnant,” she confirmed, and Chan felt like he was soaring. His hands wrapped around her, pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you too,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Trigger Warning 18+:

The next day was rough on Y/N’s body. Her cramps had begun, and all she could do was stay in the heat room, wanting to avoid triggering any of the boys’ ruts. Chan was already feeling his own rut coming on, and it would be difficult for the pack to function with two of their mates in such a state.

She had successfully built her nest, surrounded by soft blankets and pillows, and now she was nestled in the middle of the bed, wearing only a big shirt that Lee Know had given her. The fabric felt comforting against her skin, a reminder of the love and care from her mates, but it did little to quell the throbbing ache in her abdomen.

Y/N shifted slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but the discomfort was persistent. She focused on her breathing, willing herself to relax.

In between her legs felt like it was on fire as her insides clenched around nothing. Her womb screaming to be filled by one of her alphas. Her nipples were sore under her shirt.

"Hurts..." she whimpered as she squeezed her legs together looking for some type of friction.

Slick was building up and sweat made her hair stick on her skin as her body burned, "Alpha," she cried knowing the boys could hear her through the bond. "Need you please," she whimpered in pain.

Outside the door, all the boys except Chan were trying to calm themselves down. I.N couldn't stop pacing back and forth, and it was starting to irritate everyone.

"I.N, get your shit together!" Seungmin shouted, smacking him hard across the face.

"If he doesn't go down there to breed her, I will," I.N growled, rubbing his cheek.

"He has this one chance and he's not even here," His alpha was furious with Chan, knowing that Y/N was currently suffering down there crying for one of them.

"You know, Chan said he wanted to be the first," Leeknow got up making sure to stand in front of the other alpha. He wanted to make sure I.N didn't charge towards the basement.

"I'm not letting you try to strip that honour from Chan, he's the pack leader. He gets the omega first." The tension in the room thickened as the two alphas squared off, eyes blazing, each unwilling to back down.

"I'm here," Chan stepped into the room.

"No need for all this min, you know it's just his I.N's alpha talking. Step down," Chan's voice was hoarse and he looked awful.

Leeknow scoffed before grabbing his keys. "I can't stand being in here anymore hyung. We have to leave. Just for our sake," He grabbed his duffle bag off the ground.

"We'll see you guys later, Felix call me if things get bad," Changbin was dead serious knowing how rough Chan could get when he was all alpha mode in his rut.

This was a rule in their pack. They knew how possessive they could each get over the omgas so they all just would leave the house and go down to the cabin until it was all over.

"i will, i love you guys and stay safe," Lix walked them out to the car before waving them off and coming back into the house where he found Chan almost collapsing.

His scent was now even stronger and more musky than before. He knew his alpha's rut had began. It was probably because he was now closer to Y/n. She was just a few doors down.

"Oh no, Hyung!" Felix gasped, "Did she trigger your rut already?," he said concerned. Felix quickly ran to the alpha's side to stabilize him from falling.

"I need to go down there now," Chan couldn't take it anymore, his body sweating as he took each step.

"I-if I hurt her, Lix-"

"You won't, Hyung. She trusts you. You've never hurt me before. You'll be okay," Lix kissed his lips before slowly helping him inside the room. His eyes were fully deep dark red. Fuck, game time.

There she lay. her legs spread apart. Little whimpers escaping her lips. She was shaking probably from the pain.

"i'll come check in on you guys in a bit," Felix whispered before quickly leaving the room.

"Alpha?" she looked up from her position, her eyes were glistening.

"I'm here babygirl," he was soft, trying not to jump at her. "Does it hurt hm?"

"Please, n-need you. Need pups. Need to be full. Please," she fell into his arms as her legs quivered. He let her sit right on his throbbing dick.

"You were supposed to start your heat in two days, you just couldn't wait to get pregnant hm? Needed me to breed you so fast?"

"N-no," she whispered. She looked away shy and embarrassed.

"Oh?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "In that case should I just go call-"

"No! No pack alpha always first. Need you. Wanna be a good luna. Wanna carry Alpha's babies," she cried gripping onto his shoulders.

Her nails dug into his skin as her core touched directly on his. She let out a painful groan and started to grind.

"Baby stop that," he groaned, removing her and laying her on the bed. She lets out a whine and cries in frustration.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, my sweet luna."

"Just put it in, please," she interrupted, her eyes flashed gold then blue. Her omega was fully in control.

His hand pinned her down into the bed, his head slowly nuzzling into her shoulder. Her scent fogging his mind as she let out little whimpers.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and he continued to slowly leave small kisses down the sensitive skin around her gland. She felt like slick was now pooling under her as she squirmed at the sensation.

"Gonna let me mark you up, princess?" he growled into her ear. His teeth slowly sank into her skin on the original mark that she had.

She let out a loud moan as he started to lick the bite. She felt like she was going to go feral.

He ripped her shirt apart and she squealed, his mouth landing on her nipple (A/N: Lord save me, I hate this sm).

"Ch-Channie, sensitive," she whimpered, "sensitive." Her body was on fire. Her legs wrapping tighter around him.

He looked up at her before admiring the marks on her neck. He was proud of his work of art.

In no time his pants were on the floor, her eyes landed on his raging boner. His tip pink and swollen already leaking pre-cum.

His hand then slid in between her folds as he slowly guided his dick into her entrance. She's screaming, she's squirming, and both his hands quickly pinned her waist down.

"Behave," he growled and slammed himself inside of her.

"Oh Channie, so deep. Oh my-" Chan's eyes landed on her bare tummy, his panting on top of her.

"Look at this, baby, I can see my dick in your womb," he smirked as he watched the bulge.

"Mnfhggg" she's in lala land. She can't take it anymore, it's just so deep. She cant talk.

"So full alpha," she wraps her arms around his neck.

"Gonna be walking around with a baby bump hm? Gonna grow my baby in you?" He groaned.

"Yes...Please. Yes! Gonna be a pretty mommy just for you," She was crying. Her tears soked the blanket as every thrust pulled her closer to her orgasm.

"So fertile for me baby, look at you," That was the push chan needed. He felt his dick twitch before he came deep inside her.

TW: Chan breeding Y/N link

When Y/N’s heat finally subsided, she lay in chan's bed now, her body marked with bruises—deep blue and purple prints decorating her skin like a canvas of passion. She was completely out of it, lost in the haze of post-heat exhaustion.

"I think you really did it this time, babe," Felix teased, pulling the damp sheets off the bed with a smirk. They were cleaning up the heat room since Felix's heat was soon coming and slick was really hard to get off sheets.

Chan beamed, a glow of satisfaction radiating from him. "Those were the best four days of my life," he replied, his excitement palpable.

Felix chuckled, tossing the sheets into a pile. "Do you think she’ll be able to go to work on Monday?" he asked, his voice light despite the situation.

"I doubt it, but we’ll see," Chan groaned, stretching his limbs before grabbing his phone from the bedside table. He felt the weight of fatigue settling in, but his heart was still racing from the intensity of the past few days. "I’m gonna check on her and then pass out for a few hours. Thank you for taking care of us these past few days," he said, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Felix’s lips. Without him, Chan wasn’t sure how he would have managed to care for Y/N.

"Anytime, hyung," Felix replied, his voice warm.

Chan’s eyes twinkled with mischief. "Are you ready for your turn?" he smirked, a teasing glint in his eye. "I promise I’ll be more gentle with you."

Felix's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. "Yes, alpha, I am," he stammered, the thought of being the next omega to be bred both thrilling and embarrassing. "But I think we should get you rested up first."

"Yeah, well, I can’t wait," Chan laughed, the sound echoing with joy as he headed toward the stairs.

As Chan slipped into the room, he couldn't resist the urge to lay down beside Y/N. She was fast asleep, her breathing gentle and even. With a tender smile, he rested his hand on her lower belly, feeling the soft curve beneath his palm.

He marveled at how her abdomen had already begun to swell, a beautiful sign of their growing family. The thought sent a thrill through him, excitement bubbling up inside. Soon, they would be parents, and their pack would expand in ways they had only dreamed of.

Chan closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the reality of it all to wash over him. He imagined their little ones, the laughter and joy they would bring, the chaos and love that would fill their home.

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[b1mbodoll]

im sO looking forward to seeing you write again!! something thats been stuck in my head lately is shotgunning w nicholas 🫠🫠 the thought of a friendly little smoking session turning into a heated make out is making me SICK 😵‍💫😵‍💫 need to hump his thigh until im crying out of frustration tbh 🫣🫣 no bc putting into words how badly i want this man would create a new sin in the bible ngl

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pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: drugs + dryhumping + dacryphilia

💌: ur brain is so yum, i’m sick!!! i love the thought of mean dom nicho so much 😞

okay but smoking for the first time with nicholas 😵‍💫 you’re a little clueless ‘nd coughs wrack your body, feeling embarrassed by how intently he’s watching you and shrinking under his gaze. but he’s not to be mean, it’s because he’s mesmerized by the sight of your lips wrapped around the blunt and how pretty you look, eyes glossy and a dopey little smile on your face as the weed affects you. and yeah, he feels a little bad so he decides to help you out, definitely for your benefit and absolutely not because he wants to kiss you.

“c’mere, pretty girl,” he says, seating you on his lap, placing a knee between your thighs. “let me help you.”

nicho takes the blunt from you, ashing it before taking a hit and placing a hand on your cheek, tapping your bottom lip with his thumb as a sign to get you to open up for him. “be a good girl ‘n make sure to inhale for me sweetheart.” he states, voice low and raspy.

he takes a hit and your eyes widen as his face comes impossibly close, blowing the smoke into your open mouth while you do your best to inhale, squeezing his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

he does it a couple more times, taking pleasure in how flustered you look and the needier you get, biting back a smirk when you subconsciously grind back and forth on his thigh, quiet moans like music to his ears when his jeans catch your clit just right.

you’re so gone n so needy, you can’t stop tears from welling up in your eyes, peering up at nicholas through wet lashes with a sweet little pout adorning your face. he wants to help you out but he’s enjoying the show, flexing his thigh at times just to hear you gasp n moan, so close to reaching your orgasm but ‘s just not enough, unwillingly edging yourself the more you rut against him.

[loveindefinitely]

obsessed gaz 'nd soap with a needy reader !! nsfw

"oh, fuck," you whine, eyes squeezed shut, breaths coming out in short pants.

your core tightens as kyle swipes his tongue against your clit, one of his fingers circling your entrance with heated, torturous movements. your hand fists in the base of his hair, pulling him in closer to your needy cunt.

"aw, lass, tha's a good girl," johnny coos, brushing your slightly sweaty hair behind your ears with a press of a kiss to the side of your head. your head rests against his shoulder, kyle's head between your legs with his arms wrapped around your spread thighs like a lifeline. he eats you out like a man starved, the sounds obscene in the near-silence of the room.

sensual music plays in the background, the beat of it thrumming in your chest along with the heat spiralling through your sensitive body.

kyle pulls away just far enough to pant against your swollen pussy, his exhales sending shivers down your spine against your slicked thighs. he looks up at you from his position, honey eyes fully blown out with black. he looks like sin; his light spattering of facial hair dripping with your essence, his hands tightening their hold around your thighs.

"you taste like heaven, love," he murmurs, pressing a few short, adoring kisses around your inner thighs, before placing one more on your clit. when you whimper, johnny's frame shifts with a soft chuckle.

"looks like it too, aye?" johnny whispers, and you watch as kyle shifts his kyle from you to his other partner. johnny's bulky, muscle-corded arm tightens its hold around your waist, the two communicating silently over your shoulder. "look at ye both. so fucked out."

"shut it," kyle warns, but the timbre in his tone only adds to the need in your stomach.

"please," you gasp out, eyes fluttering shut as kyle lazily swipes two of his fingers over your cunt, like it's a second thought. "please. i want it."

"what do ye want, hen?" johnny taunts, the words said against your ear, his lips dragging from the cartilage to the nape of your neck with slow, moist tracks. you can't supress the small shiver that alights down your spine.

your brows furrow, and you tilt your head back to look up at johnny with a pout. "you know what i want..." you try to reason, but when kyle leans in once more to lick over your cunt, his eyes completely focused on yours when you look back down at him, you let out a pathetic huff.

"let us hear it," kyle insists, his lips brushing against your clit as he says them, and oh, "love. need to hear you say how much you want us. you have no idea how much we need you -- fuck, love, please."

you're helpless to do anything but agree to such a genuine request.

"please fuck me," you acquiesce, one handing finding kyle's hair once more, and the other moving behind you to curl around the back of johnny's neck for leverage. "need you to show me. c'mon, c'mon."

"good girl, lass," johnny hisses out, and you can feel the shape of his dick against your lower back -- short, barely-there thrusts against the dip of it. "our princess, aye? perfect for us, look at 'im, that's it, use his pretty face, atta girl," he continues, his accent thickening as his lust deepens, his rutting against your back becoming harsher with each word.

kyle thrusts both fingers into you with little preamble, forcing a moan out of you, his own sending vibrations against your clit as he continue to tease it with his mouth.

candles burn on the bedside table, the only light omitted in your shared bedroom. the smell of vanilla and rose only adds to your arousal, the sensuality of it all making it feel more like making love than anything.

"lemme fuck yer hand, hen," johnny demands, voice coming out tight and borderline desperate, his calloused hand wrapping around your wrist and pressing your hand against his boxer-covered length. it throbs against your palm, a spot on the fabric damp from his pre-cum. "yer both so hot, need you both so bad, god, love you so fuckin' much, i'll kill for ye, i fuckin' swear --"

kyle doesn't stop fingering you, but he does move away from your clit to look up at johnny, his eyes heavy lidded and curls a mess from your demanding hand. "johnny," he manages to say, sounding unbelievably pussy-drunk, "use 'er mouth."

without a word, they both move you around, head in johnny's lap and ass in the air, kyle's hands soothingly stroking over your cheeks.

looking up with glassy, innocent eyes, johnny's smirk is all tooth when he teases;

"ye ready, stunnin'?"

[heartelysia]

hello ! im not sure if u take requests but if u do, pls do a choso x f reader where he breeds them... n makes them a mommy.. :3 choso brainrot im sorry 😭

this is super similar to a fic im getting ready to publish so im going to turn this into a thirst! if u dont mind .. °=° UGHHH I LOVE CHOSO!!

cw ; cum-stuffing, breeding, creampie, body praise/praise

choso is the type of partner to be so fucking whiny in bed, his cheeks dusted with a rosy pink as he sloppily slams his pelvis against yours in a desperate attempt at smacking your sensitive g-spot.

choso who ruts his hips into yours uncontrollably, whiny moans escaping his lips mixed with his soft praises, "g-god.. fuck! you're... youre so pretty baby.. god you're so fucking gorgeous", he slurs out, drunkenly thrusting into your sloppy cunt.

hes so pussy drunk his hands randomly wander all over your body, digging his blunt fingertips into whatever curves he finds whilst hammering his hips into yours. everything blurs together in the heat of the moment, the sloppy sounds of your sweet cunny hungrily swallowing his cock makes his mushroom tip throb against your g-spot. "so- so happy to be with y-you! 'm so luck.. lucky!"

choso pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, hitting your bruising cervix with every stroke. each time he bottomed out, he felt your walls deliciously rippling around him, sending electric shocks straight to his veiny cock. his pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his words come out in broken sentences. "i... i love yo- you...! shit- shit, go- god why are y.. you so ah.. perfect?," he growled, pulling out and pushing back in harder.

hes breathless each time his cock rips another whiny moan from your drooling lips. his hands hopelessly stuttering in its wake of dragging your soft flesh into calloused palms. choso's eyes are blown wide as they seem to only fixate onto your pretty face covered in a thin layer of sweat whilst his pupils catch a glimpse of your bouncing tits teasing him.

his hair loosely fell from his buns, framing his vision to only stare down at you - his beloved. a low, almost animalistic groan rumbles in his throat as his movements became faster and harder, his hips snapping against yours in tight rhythm. his fingers dig into your plush thighs, massaging them as he drove deeper into you as if he was lost in a deep trance.

god, choso thinks he hit the jackpot with you. sometimes he cant help but get nervous around you, you were just so perfect for him and possibly better in his mind, words just come out like vomit. "p-please- please baby.. please- please let me breed your pretty ah! p-pussy! w-wanna cum inside...!", choso pleads, uncontrollably rutting his throbbing cock till it smudges your cervix.

your hands immediately grasp onto the sheets behind your head, knuckles turning white as your body still registers the deliciously painful thrust of your partner grazing your cervix. a guttural groan escapes chosos lips when he feels your thighs tense up, his eyes desperately searched your glazed over pupils for any sort of conformation. whiny so prettily when your only response was a broken moan.

the sound of your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. they were music to his ears, fuel to his fire. he picked up the pace, slamming into you rougher, faster, his cock carving its shape inside of you.

his hand releases its bruising grip on your soft hips, a cool burning sensation was left behind as his hand stumbles over to your breast, massaging and pinching your hard nipple between his calloused fingertips. "please... please b-baby! ngh- fuck! let me c-cum in you... b-beggin' to knock you up..!", he pleaded, angling his hips a little differently so his angry mushroom tip constantly grazes your sensitive cervix.

he loved the way you arched your back and cried out in pleasure when he did that. it turned him on even more, knowing he could make you feel this way. chosos eyes glimmer in delight when a high-pitched 'yes' made it past your drooling mouth. something in his brain clicked when your head did the weakest nod known to man.

choso grabbed your leg, lifting it up and hooking it over his broad shoulder, giving him better access to your weeping pussy. he plunged into you again and again, hitting your g-spot ruthlessly. you moaned and cried out in ecstasy, body shuddering and trembling underneath him.

"y- g'nna cum prett- pretty girl?", he bites back a moan when your sweet cunt ripples around his cock, "cmon.. shit- cum for me princess...", choso mumbles, reaching down to lightly press his thumb onto your nub. perhaps that was all you need.

the simple action of his calloused fingertip pressing up against your clit instead of his pelvis teasing it made the unbearable coil in your stomach to snap almost instantly. tears flow freely down your cheeks as your entire body freezes up, choso groans at the sight, the happiest smile on his lips.

and then, he felt it - the familiar rush of release coursing through his veins. even for himself, it was rather embarrassing at the broken moan he let out as his hips stuttered violently against your hole. your partner emptied himself into you, his hot, sticky cum filled you up, coating your insides with him.

for a moment, you both just rested there, hearts racing in unison. even in the afterglow, choso doesnt pull out, his cock still hard despite having just cum inside you. he smiled down at you, seeing the fucked-out expression on your face.

"mmm.. gonna plug you up so you will be carrying a miniature us around."

[faggymutt]

contains: pet play, cnc, knotting

new herding pup joining the pack and me and the older dogs have to teach him the ropes. at first, we just have him follow us around while we move the sheep around. after a little bit, we have him try to lead the herd, but he’s too soft, not enough teeth.

the other dogs and i decide that he needs to spend some one on one time with me to make him tougher. one of the days when the herd is more relaxed, i take him off to the smaller barn close to the edge of the property.

first, ill have him show me his teeth and his growl. his growl is more of a cough and his snarl looks like a grimace. with a demeaning chuckle, i'll shake my head and tell him to sit down, keep his eyes on me, and try not to get scared.

ill draw myself up to my full height and start a low rumble, slowly stalking towards the pup. my lips will curl up as a i get louder and closer to him, the rumble becoming more and more threatening.

his ears fold back and his tail tucks between his legs as i get closer to him. i start to circle him, and maybe im starting to have a little fun, and snap my jaw. i circle him once, twice, then stop in front of his face and snarl straight at him. he whimpers a little, so what if i think its funny?

and maybe i’ll get a little carried away and back him up against a wall. maybe ill pin his shoulders to the wood and start to sniff at his neck, drinking in his scent. it riles me up, my vision starting to cloud with red.

before i can stop myself, i’ve pushed him to the ground, shoving his face into the straw covered floor. he barks and whines, scrabbling at my arms and trying to get away. i pin his arms behind his back and mount him, shoving my cock into his puppycunt without any hesitation. his voice breaks on a moan and it sounds like music.

i can't help but rut into him without abandon. after a little bit, he starts to give in, his cries turning into whines for more. his puppyhole clenches around me, and i drape myself across his back, pushing his hips back onto my dick.

he starts to beg for my cum and my knot and who am i to deny him? with a few more heavy thrusts, ill finish inside him as i groan. he whimpers happily as he feels it fill him, squeezing around me. i sit up and pause, panting. then i start to grind into him, pushing my knot into his cunt. he squirms and whines, i think he underestimated the size, but when it finally pops in all he can do is say thank you.

we keep training in the barn, even after he's able to herd sheep on his own. you can never stop learning after all.

[winryrockbellwannabe]

🍃 Trying to get out of a rut 🍃

new semester, new me, am i right?

last semester I realized i was getting super overworked and i wasn't getting enough rest to make up for it, even tho I was sleeping 8 hours everynight and doing the routine that usually works better for me. But i didn't work bc of the amount of stress I was in, and now that routine does not work for me at all. So, even tho i was scared to change a routine that i knew i liked, i decided to change everything. but EVERYTHING

set a decent sleep schedule. Even tho i was sleeping 8 hours everynight, those 8 hours could be from 2am to 10am or 10pm to 6am, it was a mess. So now, im trying to roughly wake up and go to bed at the same time everyday

I also changed my breakfast. Even tho it's my comfort food, it started to work too well, and now it makes me fall right back to bed with my comfort movie. So that had to change. And now my new breakfast takes a while to prepare, so i use that time to drink water and clean up around the kitchen while breakfast is getting ready.

Mandatory rest time. But like, intentional rest time. 30 min before going to sleep, i'll try to do something that makes me feel more rested. Hopefully no screens, but i can't be that strict with myself. Most days I'll just put on some soft music and prepare the next day's outfit etc, but on good days i also manage to read for a bit.

change my usual study places. Ideally change it as often as possible. Im too used to my old study places, so now I can't be as productive there.

new study playlists. i went throught too many playlists while in college. Sometimes I would study while listening to musicals, then asmr, then disney instrumentals, then brown noise. It's important for me to choose the "vibe" im going for asap, so i stay somewhat consistent until im bored of that especific playlist again.

did I already post multiple times similar things? Yes, i did. But i needed to write and post this all over again bc i tend to forget about my own routines

[generalkenobee]

hello! do you have anymore ted logan headcanons you'd be up for sharing? or possibly evil robot ted? im currently experiencing ted logan brainrot because I recently watched the first 2 films for the first time and I have the PHATTEST crush on ted lol it's embarrassing

AHHHH YESYESYES I DO THANK YOU YESYESYESYES I LITERALLY HAVE SOOOO MANY TED LOGAN IDEAS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

Warnings: contains both SFW and NSFW

🎸cutie patootie! Ted

- oh my gosh he loves you

- he'll do anything you ask.. anything!

- once in history looked at Bill and said "dude I'm totally a president!" After learning about teddy Roosevelt

-smells you...like a lot

-gives the best hugs ever like actually

-youre the first to get your license in the relationship so you drive him to school every morning while he plays music

-lets you paint his nails and put makeup on him

-always holding hands

-definition of a gentle giant

-his hands are about twice the size of yours

-likes to be the little spoon

-Ted Theodore Logan can not cook.

-please play with his hair

-the first time you complained about your period his dead ass response was "what's that?" 💀

-his dad doesn't really like you but he doesn't really like anyone so it's ok

-him sneaking in your room in the middle of the night while everyone is asleep>>>

NSFW

-sub/ gentle dom

-you'll never forget the noise he said when he first slid in it was like "wait wait wait oh my- I augh.. please no.. it's too much please i-" and it was only half his length-

-sososososoo pussy whipped

-lazy sex

-gently jerky him while he sits on his bed and tells you about his day

-PERV!

-literally taking peaks down your blouse all the time

-lovesss to suck on your boobs while you run your fingers through his hair, holding him close to you

-wont tell anyone what you do together because it's such an intimate moment

-other than Bill...

-bursts into the room while holding your hand pulling you along " BILL BILL BILL GUESS WHAT WE JUST DID!!"

-doesn't realize how horny you get when you see him play

-hes also clueless so..this is how that plays out

"Ted you're so good at guitar.." you said biting your lip looking him up and down "your fingers just move so fast baby" your sweet boyfriend looked up at you from his instrument smiling "thanks babe!" After he said that he quickly looked back down working on his music. You say there looking him in the eye rubbing your thighs together while literally telling him how much you loved his fingers and he just looked away

-hes a massive pervert but he's clueless at the same time yk?

-does not know how to please you the first time so just be patient and tell him what you like

-first time he ate you out was like a dog trying to get peanut butter out of one of those toys..

-I feel like he would excel at fingering you..I mean have you seen the guys hands? And he plays guitar?

-sneaking in just to finger you>>

-lord please moan his name while he's rutting up into you..

IF YOU WANNA HEAR ABOUT MORE OF EVIL! TED LET ME KNOW I KINDA JUST DID CUTIE! TED FOR THISSS🩷

[alexging]

hii! can you write headcanons on how would sean diaz act around their goth s/o👀 ? have a great day btw!!

sean x goth/alt reader hcs!

thank u for requesting :). i tried my best, i myself am not goth and hope i did not write too stereotypically 😭 im aware not all goths have piercings/tattoos or do makeup a certain way so sorry if this is vague!! maybe alternative in general was the better tag…

- i feel sean would have already known the difference between alt subcultures way before meeting you. he’s definitely a breath of fresh air because you don’t have to explain anything to him. in fact, he’d probably indulge in some goth music! the cure and the velvet underground more specifically.

- lovesong and just like heaven is ur guys’ SHITTTTT

- sean stares in awe when you do goth makeup. he’ll always be impressed by any sharp contour/eyeliner you do. you ask him if you can do it on him and he gets nervous and says no 😭.

- he’d be slightly influenced into getting a piercing with you! i feel he’s a septum guy… or hear me out BRIDGE PIERCING!!!

- sean says “so cool” under his breath to literally anything you do that expresses yourself in any way at all.

- daniel is just as interested in your whole style. when sean brings you over, daniel just ogles and asks you question upon question. he’ll ask you to do the same makeup on him but for his superhero purposes LMAO.

- when meeting esteban, he’d ask similar questions:

- “so… what’s with the vampire get-up?”

- “dad… stop…”

- sean gets so embarrassed and he apologizes profusely. you probably don’t care as much as sean thinks you do 😭 he takes that shit serious!!

- getting black/dark wine lipstick all over him… esteban also has something to say about that.

- sean does your photoshoots when you’re all dressed up and he loves it. he’s a little nerd—sketches all your cool outfits.

- not only that, but he also sketches potential matching tattoo ideas for the two of you. they all pertain to your style/subculture.

- goes to shows with you! to be entirely honest, he’d probably be so awkward in the beginning. he’s not used to gothic dances—more so dancing in general. he gets the hang of it eventually and finds it so fun… he’ll shyly ask if he can tag along next time too LMAO.

- going to vintage stores and buying little romantic/gothic jewelry 2gether… sean is decked out in rings

just letting u all know i see ur rqs.. and i SWEAR i am getting to them. ive been in a rut cuz of senior year and whatnot but ill be getting back up on my feet for all my writing projects!!

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

HANDJOB STEDDIE AS THEY EAT YOU OUT! HANDJOB STEDDIE AS THEY EAT YOU OUT! HANDJOB STEDDIE AS THEY EAD YOU OUT!

I REPEAT!!

HANDJOB STEDDIE AS THEY EAT YOU OUT!

and i can't tress this enough!

A FABULOUS CONCEPT

imagine it’s after a corroded coffin show, one that you & steve both attended. it isn’t steve’s style of music—he’s a pop boy through and through—but he knows how much it means to eddie for him to be there. to his own surprise, he ends up enjoying the music quite a bit, and even slightly headbangs along to some of the covers that he recognizes. eddie is constantly playing the goodies—metallica, ozzy, iron maiden, anthrax, etc.—so steve knows a few. you, however, know them all, and feel no shame in singing along.

eddie notices, absolutely. in fact, he’s so touched by it that it makes him a little bit horny. that’s why after the show, he’s dragging both of you out to his van, throwing the doors open, thrusting both of you inside, and kissing you both as if he were drowning and you were his air supply. he’s ripping your clothes off as steve removes his own, all reservations steve may have had about such public sex being thrown out the dirty van windows.

soon, they both have you on the floor of the van, both of them lying between your legs. they have them spread as widely as they can, absolutely devouring you as they both moan. eddie notices steve rutting against the floor at one point, and can’t help but chuckle as he rubs your clit in slow, barely there circles.

“need some help there, harrington?” eddie asks, smirking as he licks a stripe from your ass up to your clit.

“nah, i got it,” steve says, moaning as he continues to buck.

“come on, man,” eddie says with a chuckle, wrapping his hand around steve’s shaft. “you’re gonna give yourself rug burn, and we can’t have that, now. can we?”

“i-i guess not,” steve stammers, moaning as eddie begins to jerk him off teasingly. “if you’re gonna do that, though, at least do it. don’t tease.”

“eddie, steve,” you mewl, watching as steve starts returning the favor to eddie.

they start moaning against you, with eddie doing most of the fingering and steve doing most of the eating out. they alternate, switching places as steve’s long fingers pump inside of you and eddie’s too-skilled tongue laps at your cunt. all the while, they’re jerking each other off in tandem, their moans filling the air with yours. eddie reaches up with his free hand to squeeze your tits, rolling the nipple between two ringed fingers while steve pulls eddie in for a rough, sloppy kiss.

��im gonna cum,” you whine, bucking toward them desperately as they continue their work. “please…”

“should we let her?” eddie asks. “do you think she deserves it right now?”

“I don’t think she does,” steve says with a smirk. “I think we should tease her for a little while longer.”

“please don’t,” you beg.

“I think we should focus on each other,” eddie says with a smirk. “torture her a little.”

“I like that idea,” steve says, shaking his head back and forth against your pussy as you give a long moan. “i like it a lot, actually.”

“so do i,” eddie says, pressing kisses along your groin as he jerks steve off a little bit harder. “but before we do that, we should edge her.”

“you’re reading my mind,” steve replies, looking up at you as he swirls your clit. “let’s see how long she can actually hold out.”

“let’s see how long either of YOU hold out,” you say with a mewl. “doesn’t look like it’ll be long.”

“i’ll bet you won’t last five minutes,” eddie says to you.

“and i’ll bet you won’t last longer than two,” you retort. “in fact—“

but that’s all you can say before both of them start fingering you at the same time.

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