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Ghost MW2 / Reader
Cee prompt, compt as one might say even.
Simon Riley/reader
CW's: none that I can really think of!
Wc: 2,400+
"You wanna switch?"
You scowl and tighten your grip, refusing to acknowledge the man in the seat next to you. It's only been 6 hours and he's already driving you crazy. The stench of cigarettes has already permeated the small musty cabin of your truck, despite his small mercy of rolling down the windows when he lights another up.
"No, we've only got a couple hours of daylight left. I’ll switch when it gets dark." You say.
He lets out a noncommittal hmm at that and takes a drag instead of a worded answer.
You would fucking kill for some new music, the silence of the truck is stifling, but one more repeat of the two CDs you had (Santana's greatest hits- a gift from your dad and boyz ii men) would drive you both insane you think. The radio too staticky to really enjoy out here, and there was only so much npr one wanted to listen to. The last playthrough ended abruptly when the Santana cd was restarting and with more than necessary force Simon had popped the cd out the player and into the back seat, out of reach.
Asshole.
Why you had agreed to drive the man three states over is beyond you.
He’s not bad company, quiet, with a good sense of humor and patience but, you barely know the him and the last minute request from your friend meant you had scrambled into a road trip with an absolute stranger.
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“Please! It'll be this one time you know I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate!
You sigh into the receiver, looking out the peephole again to the mass of a man currently at your doorstep, wearing a balaclava? You move away from the door before you hiss into the receiver.
"You have this HUGE man at our door unprompted at seven in the morning and asking for you. This is crazy!"
You've begun to quietly pace the small expanse of the living room heart still pounding from the sudden wake you had. You'd rolled out of bed to the pounding at the door only to yelp at the sight through the peephole. Apparently, he had heard you as the man paused before gruffly calling out for you to call your roommate.
Should've called the cops instead, you think grumpily.
"Simon's cool I swear! He’s military, we’ve been talking for a year now, I just didn't know he’d be coming in. He's got no transport and flights are bad right now-"
What him being military had anything to do with trustworthiness was beyond you but she certainly had a type it seemed.
"No shit, it's right before the holidays." You say.
"Exactly! Listen you can call John, he's a friend of his- he’s the one that introduced us! He can vouch I swear."
You sigh, pausing in front of the door again. You liked Johnny, you trusted his opinion. He was a new addition to your roommates' roster but he was at least tolerable.
Sans the mohawk.
"Alright alright, fine, but if I die it's on you."
"Thank you! We'll be waiting for you guys to get up here. I'll Venmo you the gas total."
You hang up before opening the door to the man behind it. The man, Simon apparently, stands in your doorway, backlit by the early morning oranges of the rising sun. He's tall, and you crane your neck up to look him in the eye, trying to appear stern.
"You almost gave me a heart attack."
His eyes scan you slowly, burning through you and you suddenly remember the little amount of clothing you sleep in.
"I assumed she would've called to let you know." He says monotone.
"Well you assumed wrong."
“Can I use your bathroom?”
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"Between the mask and the smoke I don't know how you even fucking breathe."
You see his jaw flex out of the corner of your eye. He wordlessly rolls down the window farther and tosses the half-smoked cig out the window.
Not very eco friendly but you decide not to comment, having already obviously pushed his buttons.
The mask was interesting. He had partially pulled it up in the apartment before you both left to formally introduce himself but had quickly pulled it back down as you left the apartment. A bit nerve wracking as you considered the fact he was most likely hiding his identity, but in for a penny in for a pound and some change you guess.
It's boring and the drive is long, your eyes fight to stay open as the cross state backroads you're taking seem to stretch on and on forever. The occasional jolt of a shitty road or bout of convo is the only thing keeping you present. No aux in your rust bucket unfortunately and now no Santana.
Upon seeing your lovely ride Simon had in fact not been impressed. Even less so by the mile meter.
You've asked Simon several questions so far. How did he know John, how long had they been in the force together, what was being British like, everything. All of his answers entertaining but vague with details, particularly the questions pertaining to his job which made sense, but only made you more eager to prod much to his annoyance. You learned he was a part of a special ops group high up in military and that they were currently both on leave, unplanned. John had flown out first to see your roommate and Simon had only decided last minute to join, having told no one and unaware that they had gone states over.
You couldn't quite get a straight answer on how the man knew your roommate. Oh so subtly you were trying to figure out if you were in the clear to flirt with him without potentially crossing a line, but again, he was frustratingly vague with the exact nature of their relationship. You really should’ve just outright asked if they’d fucked but you weren’t quite sure you wanted to hear that answer.
Finally, the sun had begun to set and as you pulled into a gas station for a quick refill of gas and a moment to text your travel status. You swapped positions and Simon settled into the driver's seat.
It didn't take long for you to nod off, kind of worrying considering that you could always be murdered by the man in the seat next to you. (He had brought his gun, you’d seen it briefly before he pushed it under the passenger seat of the truck, emptying the clip and setting it beside the gun. State laws and all.) But what could you say besides that you were an idiot and bored. Plus vote of confidence from John and location tracking makes it probably less appealing to murder you.
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You sleep fitfully, never fully falling asleep but still managing to let hours pass by in an unconscious state before you’re finally and fully awoken by the rising sun. You groan and stretch, popping the ligaments in your feet before reaching for your phone in the glove compartment. You note the faint playing of the radio. He must've gotten lonely, or bored.
"I'm hungry," you state, not looking up from your phone. No new developments to be seen, just a stray email and message from your mother.
"Slim jims in the back, picked 'em up last night while you snored away."
"I don't snore and gross? Why would I want to eat that."
"Go hungry then."
He's teasing, you can hear the smile in his voice and as you finally turn to look at him disapprovingly you realize you can also see it. See him. Huh.
"You took off your mask?" You can't help but ask. You wonder what changed.
His lips thin in a line before he shrugs.
"Got gross. No reason to cover up out here."
"Ah."
You almost wish he'd cover back up. Simon had already been attractive with just his sharp eyes and mouth and now? You can't help but subconsciously try to make yourself look a bit better, sit a little taller. God-god, get a grip. First man you've been slightly interested in for months and you're losing it. Not to mention the non-answers you had received about his connection to your roommate and their relationship. You hoped to get there soon.
"I'm looking up a place and we're stopping. Gotta give you the full americana experience don't you know?" you say smiling.
"Right, no proper British breakfast here. You yanks couldn't even replicate if you tried."
"Oh my god yanks? Are you all trapped in the 1800s?"
"Just pull up somewhere already."
"Aye Aye Cap'n."
"Lieutenant."
"Whatever you say sir." You laugh.
A slight shiver and adjustment at that.
Oh.
Yes, you hoped you’d both get to your destination soon.
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You end up stopping at a travel stop -slash novelty store -slash restaurant which works out incredibly well as you send Simon to fill up the tank while you change in the bathrooms and peruse the small gift shop. Everything is old and gimmicky, trying to sell you on a western fantasy with belt buckle fridge magnets, small boot shot glasses and of course, mood rings. You're debating getting a keychain pocket knife or ring when a hand grabs your shoulder and you startle.
Simon.
He towers over the racks and you in the store and looks down in amusement. His mask is back on you notice.
"Are you going try to make me jump as much as possible."
"Yes."
"It's not that funny" you say.
"Neither was forcing me to get the gas."
"Aw boo hoo, here put on this mood ring" you grab the largest size and yank Simon's hand up from his side, pulling it into your palm as you shove the ring down on his pinky. His other fingers are too large. It definitely hasn't caught your attention at all. Especially not the way his hand dwarfs yours or the way he'd pull the stiff wheel of your truck. Definitely not.
"What does purple mean?"
"Huh?" You tune back in.
"The ring is purple."
"Oh let's see, it means"- you turn to the chart.
"It means you're buying breakfast."
"Bullshit."
"No seriously."
“Lemme see” he says, slipping off the ring and trying to peer at the small chart behind you.
“Nevermind that, you owe me some fucking breakfast for a multitude of reasons. Besides aren’t you loaded or something?”
He looks at you incredulously.
“When has working for the government ever made someone a rich man.”
“Yeah yeah, fair point” you say, “Go look at the menu I’ll be over there in a second.”
“Don’t make me wait too long or you really will end up paying for yourself.” Simon says before stalking over to the door that separated the store from the dining area of the travel stop. You grab two mood rings and head up to the counter to pay before a CD wall catches your eye.
Oh yeah, there will definitely be some new music added to the next leg of your journey, Simon be damned.
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The food’s ok.
Average breakfast for a good price. Despite his earlier shit talking, Simon had damn near ordered half the menu. Made sense, he was a big man after all. His earlier chattiness seemed like a fluke now in the midst of the general public, and by chatty you mean not intimidatingly silent as he was now across from you.
You finish eating before he does. Occupying the time on your phone and occasionally glancing up to look at Simon before quickly going back to your endless scrolling.
He would watch the doors and people as he ate you noticed, scanning them before looking at you awkwardly everytime. No such thing as subtle glances with him.
His jaw flexed as he ate, mask pulled up only enough to reveal his mouth. He had a strong chin, stubble, he must not have shaved the last couple of days.
"Have you texted and let them know our eta yet?" Simon asks offhandedly, still scanning the room as his jaw works.
"Uh yea, when you were getting the gas."
"Good, you have Johnny's number?"
"No, just my roommates, why?"
"You should have his number just in case, tell me your number and I'll text it to you"
You tell him your number and wait for his slow thumbs to send the message. His phone is something other than Samsung or Apple and it amuses you.
"I'm surprised you have a touchscreen phone at all."
"I like pictures, this phone is better for that."
"Oh yea? What kind of pictures?" you ask, leaning closer and raising a brow conspiratorial. He chuckles.
"All the kinds you can imagine, gets real lonely in the field."
"You've got Johnny haven't you?"
"Who said I wasn't sending beautiful photos of the country side as well?" He leans in, matching your position.
He's close enough that you can feel a slight bit of warmth emanating from him, the smell of drip coffee strong on his breath.
"Fair, I'd also be sending pictures to Johnny if I were you. He's a handsome man and fun to boot" You state.
He chuckles, staying just as close as before.
"Well you've got his number now don't you?"
Your face feels hot, whether it's from the proximity or line of conversation who's to say.
"Maybe I should, mind giving me some privacy in the truck so I can take some photos?" You ask.
"Hard to imagine one needs privacy to take a couple photos of trees."
"You'd be surprised."
Simon gives a nonverbal response, a small hm while his eyes burn through you. You swear he takes a split second glance at your lips but you aren't sure. You look away and it feels like losing.
He leans back, the trance broken and leaving you flustered in its wake. Time to cool off, you think.
A moment of hesitation, before you lean across the table to pat your hand on top of his.
"Why don't you go change, and I'll go ahead and start the car."
He clears his throat and agrees, you get up and grab your bag before turning back to him.
"Oh, I picked up a new cd for us by the way. It's top country hits." You smile and head out the door before he can react.
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#cod mw2#cod mw2 x reader#ghost mw2#cod mw2 ghost#ghost x reader#cod ghost mw2 x reader#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ooc? idc#thanks for the prompt my unknowing victim#cee is denied access to this acc HAHA
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for the btonez!
#the buttertones#cherry glazerr#innovative leisure#musty boyz#la#mine#original art#art#illustration#music poster#independent
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Closer shot of the prints we made for our dudes Musty Boyz
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Word count;1,116
Fandom; THE BOYZ
Pairing; Reader X Kim Younghoon & Reader X Sohn Eric
Characters; Kim Younghoon, Sohn Eric, Moon Kevin, Lee Sangyeon, Lee Juyeon, Ju Haknyeon, Ji Changmin, Choi Chanhee and Kim Sunwoo
Warnings, Angst
Notes; Chapter 4/10 of part Two. Earlier Chapter & Parts Here
You knew they was there before your eyes opened. The Tension so strong you was sure it woke you up. Kevin, Eric and Younghoon’s voices inaudibly talking, as your mind began to switch back on. You made their thoughts become whispers and opened your eyes. Like a magnet their eyes shot to you. Eric and Younghoon’s worried glances, while Kevin smiled reassuringly. “Your awake,” Younghoon said taking your hand.
“Yes,” you replied feeling a little dazed, “What happened?” you added. Kevin raised his eyebrows, “You fainted after drinking Juyeon’s blood,” Younghoon said, looking worried. Eric sat their quietly looking at you, his niggling worried thoughts becoming a tone louder, as you fought to hush the vibes down. You knew full well his thought process without hearing what his brain was actually thinking. “Right, you both know she’s fine so you can leave us be,” Kevin requested. Younghoon instantly obeyed, but Eric remained their on the stool. “Come on Eric,” Kevin said tapping his shoulder. Eric tensing on Kevin’s touch. “Eric she’s fine with me,” he reassured him. “She’s not fine with any of you,” he spat out. “Eric please, I’m fine, I need to speak to Kevin,” you said softly, causing his frown to soften. “I’m not happy with this, but I’ll be outside,” he said, getting from his stool and shutting the door after him.
“What really happened?” you asked Kevin, once the room was empty. “It’s your first vein blood taking and someone as powerful and old as Juyeon, i don’t think even I would have been able to handle it. So Y/N you did well,” Kevin complimented. “But his blood is in my system, it’s making me feel odd,” you spat out disgusted feeling your stomach turn. “It’s ok, it’ll be out your system in a few hours,” he reassured you. “Why did he ask me to bite him?” you asked. “They needed to see how far you would go, how far they push Younghoon. They still don’t understand why you still smell the way you do,” Kevin replied. “I still smell?” you asked. He chuckled, “yes a slightly weakened version, but that smell is very much their, you almost smell human,” he replied. “However, now Juyeon is in your system the smell’s more like a slight hint” he added. “Let’s hope you work it out before they do about me,” you said looking at your feet anxiously. “I will help keep you safe, i promise,” Kevin said taking your hand.
It had been days since the incident. Sangyeon and Juyeon for now was content and left you be. Fitting in had been hard, Younghoon and Eric followed you almost everywhere. However, hanging around near them had become hardwork. Having to concentrate tuning out their thoughts had become tiring. So it was a relief when Kevin distracted Younghoon when Eric was away with Juyeon, at what you sure was something gruesome.
You had been relaxing in the grounds outside the building when you heard the whistles of Haknyeon and Sunwoo. “Oie newbie, you dreaming about lover boy,” Haknyeon sneered. “Might be, what’s it to you, you jealous?” you replied without looking at them. “Well if you want a real man let me know, I can do better then that weak feeble one,” he teased. “Really?” you said sitting up to look at him. “Can I have his number, be nice to get someone warm underneath me,” you added with a wink. Haknyeon groaned as Sunwoo laughed at him.
It was then you smelt something different. They smelt it too, Sunwoo took a step back, Haknyeon’s eyes widened in fear, that it left a pang of protectiveness over them appear. Changmin and Chanhee suddenly appeared beside you. “Something’s coming,” Changmin replied his eyes a bright red. You tried to smell the scent, but you could only smell what was like a musty dusty stale old house. What ever it was, it was old. Sunwoo looked scared. The need to protect him, to protect them all hitting you stronger.
You walked towards the smell. Haknyeon pulled you back by your wrist. “It’s not safe, not for a newborn,” he trembled. “Be careful, people might think you cared about me,” you said with a slight smile loosening his grip.
The smell began to get closer raising the urge to meet their fear higher. You broke from your spot and ran towards it, but as the smell got stronger you was yanked backwards.
You was shocked to see the face of Juyeon, his fingers on his lips hushing you. Not long after Kevin appeared next to you, not looking impressed scowling, causing you to guiltily look at the floor. It was then you saw Kevin place a veil around you. Juyeon didn’t notice and it covered you and him. It was then the most hardline group of what looked like vampires appeared. These ones eyes a vibrant red purple and gaps of missing skin on their bodies. Seconds later Sangyeon appeared greeting the six men.
Instead of his confident Persona he seemed anxious and nervous, even more concerning he seemed scared. Despite wanting to punish him for all the pain he caused to Eric you felt the sudden need to protect him.
Without thinking you closed your eyes, hearing whispers you couldn’t understand their words, but a part of you understood their direction. You imagined the ground shaking as you pulled light from the ground placing them over your head, over Kevin’s, but also Sangyeon’s and Juyeon’s. “What are you doing?” whispered Kevin sounding scared as he tried to shake you from your concentration. “What’s going on?” you heard a voice. “Their right, you have a witch here,” another snarled. “Wait where did they go?” another shouted out. “What’s happening?” Juyeon screamed out. “It’s Y/N, I can feel her,”. Sangyeon whispered. Your body suddenly snapped, you felt the light source from your core, feeling lights explode, the floor shaking as screams echoed. Your mouth was forced open as the screams left you and from then darkness, the quiet stilled.
You opened your eyes to Juyeon and Sangyeon’s widened eyes and Kevin’s angry glare, with that your weakened body rebelled as you tumbled to the floor exhausted. “What was that?” Juyeon asked. “And where did they go?” he added. “They ran, they ran from her, I knew I was right about her,” Sangyeon said laughing. You took one weak glance at Kevin, who refused eye contact, he was mad. You had messed up tonight. But before you could find the energy to pick yourself up, Juyeon scooped you up off the floor and placed you in his arms. You fell asleep as he gently walked you back home.
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#fiction#kpopidol#kpop smut#the boyz#the boyz smut#kim younghoon#sohn eric#ju haknyeon#ji changmin#choi chanhee#kim sunwoo#moon kevin#lee juyeon#lee sangyeon#vampire smut
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The Boyz as Braps
since someone (cough @cocknhwalltorture cough) didn’t wanna take up the mantle, here’s an imagine thread... or whatever the fuck you call this, about the boyz and their unique brap fragrance <3
AUTHOR’S NOTE: brap means fart. brapper means butt, i.e. where the braps come from. thank you.
Sangyeon: Silent-but-deadly. Braps, and thinks he's getting away with it, but the guilty look on his face gives him away. Rotten egg braps. Skunk bomb braps. Nostril-flaring braps. "Who the fuck was that?" braps.
When you tell him, nervously, during one of your 9pm missionary sex sessions that you're into braps, he slaps you and calls you a dirty faggot.
Jacob: Simply the most succulent braps in the whole of South Korea. The entire brap paradigm shifted the moment Jacob let out his first ever steamy brap in the Cre.ker dorms.
His braps the whole dorm up like a steamy sauna, such is the power of his delicious braps. They are smoky, musty, loud and cacophonus, but yet; their dulcet tones cannot help but get every red-blooded male in the vicinity throbbing hard.
When you fuck him, sometimes he braps on your dick. And then you cum gallons on his gassy antelope butt.
Hyunjae: I fucking hate Hyunjae I'm an unironic Hyunjae anti. Worst braps in the game. No brap clout. Brap card denied.
Juyeon: When he's about to fart, he angles his ass up to the side like a typical straight dude, and then laughs when you act grossed out.
When you're cuddled up in the blankets at night, sometimes he'll brap. Then he'll force you under the blankets and suffocate you with the braps, laughing his head off. All while you're getting slicker than an oil spill.
He still doesn't know you're into farting. Let's keep it that way.
Kevin: 0/10
New: Doesn't fart doesn't cum doesn't shit doesn't piss. Chanhee has no bodily functions. He's a sex robot that gained sentience, created by a crazy Korean Music Industry Suit with too much power and repressed homosexuality.
Can't fart, but he can lie there and let you do what you want with him. It's pretty based.
Q: Changmin's farts smell like whatever he's ate last. He's ate a sundae? Prepare for a raspberry and vanilla brap aroma delight to fill up the dorm like a scented candle. He's been eating mackrel? Wheeeewww fucking boy. Get the fuck outta there.
Haknyeon: He farts brown chunks. Do not let his man fart on your dick.
He has cursed many a man with brown helmet.
Hwall: Hwall is not for lewd, moronis.
Sunwoo: His farts stink, but not the good type of stink you can ruin a party with. His farts are maudlin, average. Mediocre. A strong 3 on the Kinsey scale of brap effectiveness.
Eric: Still thinks fart jokes are funny, and might actually read this, so I'm not giving him the satisfaction of describing his braps.
Go to bed, Eric. Tell Kevin to get lip fillers.
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QUITAPENAS at ACE HOTEL in DTLA
#viva presenta#quitapenas#los angeles negros#buyepongo#combo chimbita#chulita vinyl club#musty boyz#mastropical#mas tropical#immigrant beat#tropical futurism#buyangu#viva#afrolatin
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🍴/ the boyz
🍴 | YOUR MUSE MAKING MINE BREAKFAST.
HE’S LEFT WITH ONLY VAGUE MEMORIES of stumbling home sometime between four and regret o’clock. in fact, had he woken up in the entirely wrong apartment, griffith would’ve absolutely NOT been surprised, but by some miracle, he’s woken up by the painfully familiar sound of rusty banging around the kitchen at... half three. he’s half on the couch and most of his clothes are decidedly elsewhere, but the smell of something vaguely edible is enough to rise him from his place of death. ‘ musty, i love you, ’ he drawls, groggily making his way toward the kitchen island. ‘ i’d even say let’s get married, but i’m not yet ready to be a step dad so we’ll compromise and i’ll promise to stop hiding your flesh light when you bitch about being lonely. ’
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Kevin Hart and all the acts he “presents” like “the plastic cup boyz” 🙄 are basically what eddie murphy got typed cast as when he did the shrek movies: a braying jackass. A braying jackass that never did anything as beautiful as Harlem Nights. And this motherfucker is rich and famous. He’s a minstrel in my opinion and echoes nothing but the most ignorant aspects of black culture and not the best. he’s a tool.
with his musty, goblin looking ass.
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hello.. ᴛʜᴏᴛᴛɪᴇs
i’m krissy, 15, from the us. i’ll start by saying i’m a kpoppie 🤪 so if ur one of those stale ppl that says “i like literally all music but i can’t stand kpop 😷” then stop reading this and get a job ! i’m sure u do not want any part of my kpoppie ways now! i stan seventeen, the boyz, nct and stray kids ! i also. have a strong love for hyukoh (i’m not a toxic bg only stan ,, i do like a good girl group) not to @ anyone but i really don’t want people who only stan bts bc that gets boring quick . but if you’re just getting into kpop i can help u stan some groups :•) other than that uhh i like kdramas.. and i like video games like animal crossing and the sims ,, uhh fuckin uhhh i like girls.. i’m looking for ppl like 15-17 probably,, please have a sense of humor. gender or religion or anything like that don’t matter to me but if ur a musty, dusty person that is racist homophobic .. etc. then don’t message me sweaty 😘 i might even make a group chat for my Fellow Kpoppies if there are any of u even on here sjfbjsbs if ur interested in that then perhaps i will make one on discord or something?? jus tell me ! instagram: kristina.trbl discord: krissy#2565 kakaotalk: kristinatrbl i also have skype and sc ,, but save those for later ;))
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Shawn Michaels, Triple H x Fem Reader- “Bubble Toes”
I really hope I haven't written this fanfic already, even though I have written a lot of fanfics where the fem reader gets her feet rubbed by Shawn and Triple H.
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On "Monday Night Raw" at the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998, when Shawn was still in D Generation X and the likes of the New Age Outlaws and X Pac hadn't joined yet, you were the Sunny to Shawn Michaels and Triple H's Bodydonnas and Legion of Doom 2000, the Stacy Keibler to Shawn and Trips' Dudley Boyz, the Lita to Shawn and Hunter's Team XTreme/Hardy Boyz, the Trish Stratus to Shawn and Triple H's Test and Albert...you get the idea.
Even when you were Hunter Hearst Helmsley's elegantly dressed valet, you had to wear high heeled stilettos that hurt your feet.
Because you play a slutty, oversexualized, scantily clad nymphomaniac in the WWF, you dress quite slutty, which requires you to be dressed in high heeled platform stripper shoes.
Not just those clear, Lucite stripper heels that you'd eventually wear when the WWF's Attitude era progressed on, but platform stripper stilettos that made you taller and almost difficult to walk in.
While the shoes are cute and adorable, they also hurt your feet.
But that's not a problem for you.
Why?
Well, not only can you rub your own feet, but you have 2 sexy men that can rub your feet.
At the end of 1997, when the WWF's Attitude era was arguably ushering in, after a "Monday Night Raw" episode, you walked back with Shawn and Triple H to a hotel room you're sharing with them.
Your feet were hurting one night from the high heels you were wearing, and you wanted some comfort from these 2 sexy wrestlers.
When you were inside the hotel room, sitting on one of the beds, you kicked your heels off, where your feet could now breathe a sigh of relief.
But that wasn't enough.
You asked Shawn Michaels and Triple H if they could massage both of your aching feet, and they couldn't resist your ask.
You pointed your feet out at them, and Shawn and Trips crouched down on one knee on the carpeted floor next to both of your feet, where they had both of your feet in both of their hands.
Shawn and Triple H squeezed your feet with both of their fingers, caressing the tips and pads of their fingers up and down your foot.
Both of their hands began caressing and rubbing your feet, squeezing and kneading your foot like it's bread dough.
Sometimes, they slid their fingers in between the empty spaces in between your toes, sliding them back and forth in the spaces.
Triple H has such thick fingers trying to squeeze in between the spaces of your tiny little toes, but luckily, he isn't hurting you.
It's so wonderful Shawn and Triple H are a tagteam duo now in the WWF, because now you can have so many threesomes with them.
Not that you didn't have any threesomes with them before they formed D Generation X, but now they are a duo on television helping increase the WWF's ratings (and ushering the WWF's Attitude era and why the company is eventually called "WWF Attitude").
Shawn has his hair hanging down tonight, not tied back in a ponytail or in those stupid little braids they made him wear at the beginning of 1998, and Triple H, too, has his hair hanging down and loose, not tied back in a ponytail.
This is just the way you like them.
"Do my feet smell bad?" you asked them.
They both shook their head no.
Thank God, you thought, rolling your eyes up to the ceiling in relief.
Shawn put your big toe in between the pads of his index and middle fingers, where he gently shook that toe back and forth.
"This little piggy went to the market!" Shawn stated, smiling from ear to ear while he shook your big toe.
Even you broke out into laugher and a wide ear-to-ear smile, so did Triple H.
"This little piggy stayed home!" Shawn added, moving his index and middle finger to your 2nd toe and wiggling it.
Of course Shawn would do something like this, so would Triple H.
Even though playing "this little piggy" isn't all that sexy and pretty childish, but you figured Shawn, Triple H or both would do this to you while they're rubbing your feet.
"This little piggy ate some roast beef!" Shawn announced, his index and middle fingers shifting to your middle toe, where he shook that toe. "And this little piggy had none!"
He then moved his index and middle fingers to your "ring toe" and wiggled that one.
"And this little piggy" Shawn finished "Went wee, wee, wee all the way home!"
He then grabbed your pinky toe and gently shook it.
Wonder if Triple H is gonna play This Little Piggy with your other foot?
Triple H's arms are getting bigger as 1997 comes to a close, so is his popularity for that matter, and he has such strong, huge arms to squeeze your aching feet.
The pads and tips of Shawn's and Trips' fingers are sliding up and down your feet, both the sole of your foot and the front of your feet, and your aching feet need something like this.
They're rubbing your feet without any massaging oil or lotion, but that's fine.
Having these 2 hotties rub your feet is absolute ecstacy, they're taking the pain away from your feet and you need something like this.
You bit your bottom lip over how good this feels, you could nearly roll your eyes in the back of your head and release an orgasmic moan from your mouth.
Despite that it feels so good that they're rubbing both of your feet, and they're 2 hot guys to boot rubbing your feet, you're not making any noises reacting to this foot rub.
Though, if you did, the people next door would think you're having sex.
You're tired tonight and want to plop down on the bed, with your back pressing on the mattress.
Shawn and Triple H's thumbs are roaming up the arch of your feet, until they reach the sole, where they let their thumbs travel and roam on your soles.
Shawn is really tempted into sucking on your toes, but your toes taste disgusting, plus, you just wore some high heels you walked around in that are probably musty and sweaty.
Not to mention you're going to be making out with him in the future, and what if your tongue gets in his mouth or vice versa after he's had your toes in his mouth?
Of course, not right after he's had your toes in his mouth, like he puts his tongue in your mouth a few seconds after he's sucked your toes, but still.
You have such long, smooth, hairless, beautiful legs sticking out in front of Shawn and Triple H, and they're both tempted to caress those legs and rub your legs in lotion.
Maybe later.
"Do your feet feel better?" Shawn asked.
"Mmmmmhmmmm" you replied, nodding your head.
Though, they're still massaging and rubbing your feet, you'll have to see if they'll feel better later when they're done rubbing your feet.
"Hey Paul" you said to Triple H "Are you gonna play This Little Piggy with my toes?"
Triple H chuckled and laughed with an ear-to-ear smile plastered on his face.
"If you want" he suggested, shrugging his shoulders.
"It's okay" you confessed.
Honestly, it's childish for a grown adult to play a game for little kids while you're getting your feet rubbed, but you don't want to hurt Shawn's feelings by confessing that.
The pads of Shawn and Triple H's fingers are sliding across your smooth ankles that luckily aren't cracked and rough thanks to the magic of lotion.
They're making the pads of their thumbs run over the instep and top of your feet, sometimes drawing and making circles on your feet with their thumbs.
They're both staring down at both of your feet, smooth, shiny, pedicured, and not rough and cracked, not even your heels are rough and cracked.
Eventually, you had to go to sleep and so did they, but you went to bed without aching feet.
You even nudged your feet against Shawn and Triple H's feet, playing footsy with them.
Shouldn't Shawn and Triple H be getting foot rubs since they're the ones whose feet are running around and kicking?
Hell, Shawn's signature wrestling move is Sweet Chin Music/a superkick, so he should be getting a foot rub!
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Wordcount; 1,892
Fandom; The Boyz
Pairing; Reader X Kim Younghoon & Reader X Sohn Eric
Characters; Kim Younghoon, Sohn Eric, Lee Sangyeon, Bae Jacob, Lee Hyungjae, Lee Juyeon, Moon Kevin, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin’s, Ju Haknyeon and Kim Sunwoo.
Warnings; Angst, Mild Fighting and Dead Body’s,
Notes; Chapter 5/14 of part Three
Earlier part and Chapters are here.
Younghoon’s feet was against the wall, his face looking to the floor, Eric his usual Bonny self relying on you to be the magical resource to bringing Y/N back. You smiled at him hoping you could help bring her back. No one but Sangyeon knew your connection to Y/N, no one could, it would be too dangerous, but you held yourself back from shedding the tears that threatened you. You knew in your heart the spell connection you had wasn’t strong enough. But you patted Eric on the shoulders and gave a silent glance at Younghoon as you prepared to leave them and make your way to her without them. “Tell her to hurry up right,” Eric said as you was leaving them, his inner words of his plight screaming from the inside from his inner voice. You didn’t know how long he would keep coping from spell to spell that wasn’t successful. But his determination brought you small hope, hope you clung to yourself equally. You made you way to her hoping that after months of trying you could bring her home.
Your spell never worked, you knew you was missing something but you feared you was too close to her to be able to do the spell right. But the tears choking you, you had failed her, you swore when you realised who she was that you would protect her at every cost. Yet at every moment you failed her, you had made her so strong that her power was unable for you to rescue her. If she hadn’t heard Younghoon’s screams she would have been safely away, you should have predicted that. You was so focused on Younghoon’s ability to avoid letting any one break his thoughts you completely overlooked Eric’s. If you had ran fast enough you could have got to her before Eric had even died. If you hadn’t already got yourself almost killed, you would have got to her before that shield risen. These very thoughts being the list you repeated every day to yourself. You had failed at every opportunity, your responsibility to keep her safe was a failed promise.
You entered the building where Eric who was dressed in his good clothes smiling every bit the delight, ready for his love to return to him. He froze in the second before you could exchange any words, instead of the tears falling he smiled as he clasped your shoulders. “It’s ok brother, we just need to tweak it,” he said, before turning to walk back to his room. “When he breaks it’s going to be a Tsunami,” Jacob said standing by you tapping your shoulder for comfort. “Maybe you have more faith then he deserves, it’s simple he didn’t love her,” Younghoon bit out. “Younghoon,” Jacob gasped. “What even Sangyeon and Juyeon cried more tears then him,” Younghoon spluttered out, anger on his tongue like he had most of these days. “People deal with death in different ways Younghoon,” Jacob said. “You have a lot of confidence in his ability to love someone. He killed your sister and he killed my Girlfriend,” Younghoon said in Jacob’s face, he hissed as he attempted to keep his cool. “Girlfriend you didn’t even run to protect her when her life was in danger what did you do, oh yes you turned her,” Haknyeon bit out behind you. You placed your hand to your head as everyone argued around you. When ever you couldn’t bring her back the blame game returned, normally by Younghoon’s bitterness in his grief. You walked away from their squabbles as you heard the impact of Younghoon and Haknyeon’s fight getting physical and Sangyeon’s yells to keep order. You slung yourself on your bed closing your eyes feeling the every bit of a failure.
It was the last chance to try and bring her home as you walked out of the musty house of the witches cabin in the deep rural forest. Hyunjae waiting impatiently in the forest to greet you, his face looking hopeful. They had confirmed your words was strong enough it was therefore the blood you needed was the error.
The blood of an enemy, Sacrifice, Soulmate, Change and Family. Dade was dead she had no enemy, knowing which one Was Y/N soul mate was more complicated but the witches had confirmed it was the last time you could use their magic. This was the last chance to bring her back as the pressure was heavily on you.
“Maybe it’s Sangyeon,” Hyunjae scoffed when you sat in the musty room with him and Jacob. “Possibly but if we get it wrong that’s it,” you replied. “Younghoon’s definitely her soul mate,” Jacob said as he fiddled with the dusty Mantelpiece. “I don’t know, I think her and Eric’s connection was much stronger,” Hyunjae questioned. You knew enough from her thoughts that slipped through, that she was in love with both of them. Younghoon was her everything, her breath and oxygen, her soul, everything that was of a soul mate. Though she fiercely loved Eric he was the fiery new shiny toy in her life. Though you knew she would have chosen him eventually he wasn’t her soul. “What does change mean?” Hyunjae asked. “It has to be Younghoon, he turned her,” Jacob scoffed. “But he can’t be both her soulmate and change,” Hyunjae responded. Their thoughts started slowly piercing through and the pressure built on you. There was so many ways this could go wrong and only one last try.
You walked out leaving their words and thoughts behind the clear air hitting you. You bent over as you struggled for oxygen when you heard Sangyeon’s thoughts carry your way. “What did they say?” he asked as you stood straight trying to figure out how he knew. “Eric’s loud with excitement,” he added replying to your unspoken question. “It’s not good Sangyeon I don’t think I can bring her back,” you said slightly tearful. He bit his lip, “I wish I never gave those orders, I smelt that smell and knew I knew her connections, I was selfish for wanting another version of her here in our clan,” he said feeling sorrowful, one that you hadn’t witnessed in a long time. You knew losing Y/N would be painful to both of you. You had been surprised that he taken so long to work out who she was. “I’ll send Hyunjae, Jacob and Haknyeon to find one of Dade’s men, were find the enemy blood your looking for,” Sangyeon said softly. You looked at him shocked, “I heard you talking to Hyunjae and Jacob, you really need to learn to be quiet,” he chuckled.
Sangyeon kept to his word, you collected the blood needed and made your way. Your heart breaking at every step, this was the last chance to bring Y/N home to finally keep your promise to keep her safe.
You watched over her body, praying for colour to return leaning your head over her perfectly kept body, that the clan had used to preserve her. But it was no good, you knew you had failed her. She was gone forever. You sunk to the floor sobbing as you finally allowed yourself to grieve for her. You sat there with her body stroking her hair in what felt was hours. You knew that Your delayed return would have them realise your failure. You was suppose to be the clever one, the one that knew almost everything. You had seen so much in your 50 years as a vampire that they had hoped you could fix this, especially Eric who had refused to drop a single tear.
You re-emerged to the building, the walls all decorated for her return, your heart stung more as Jacob and Sangyeon found you first, they looked at you sympathetically. You walked towards Younghoon, Eric, Sunwoo and Haknyeon talking about Y/N’s crazy moments. “Well you see when Kevin’s finished helping her coming to terms with being alive again how strong her magic is,” Eric said proudly. Younghoon’s head snapped up seeing you standing there, he felt your emotions as you walked in and growled in Eric’s direction. Eric was so use to Younghoon’s moods that he simply ignored him. “Your so dumb that you haven’t even noticed Kevin standing behind you without her,” he shouted out throwing his cup to the floor as he stormed out the room. Eric froze as you sat in Younghoon’s empty chair as Jacob followed Younghoon to comfort him. “She needs time to recover right, it’s quite a traumatic experience coming back from the dead,” Eric laughed as he continued down his denial path. Tears began to escape as you looked at Sunwoo and then him. “Eric she’s not coming back,” Sunwoo said for you, noticing your words struggling. For the first time you felt your emotions and own vibe pouring unable to hold them in. Everyones voices of their thoughts firing through your mind, that your block was failing. “That’s fine we made mistakes before we can do it again,” Eric stood in defiance. “Eric we can’t, that’s the last borrowed magic,” you softly replied. “No, I’ll go to the coven myself, beg if I have to,” Eric stood up, your blood boiled slightly. “No Eric, we can’t, we’re vampires their witches they been quite supportive and forgiven of our ways,” you bit out. “And I will take the consequences of their anger if I have to,” he said refusing to except defeat. His Denial becoming too much as you snapped. “fine you want to see her,” you seethed as you dragged him ignoring Sangyeon’s plights as you took him to make him finally let her go, using magic in itself.
Though it hurt to hear his crying wails through the walls of the building it had meant that finally everyone was able to let Y/N go. What you never expected was him to run, Hyunjae begged you to help him go fetch him back but you knew he needed a new journey away from the life he had created here, like Juyeon you felt their vibes needed to be far away.
Four years had passed, Younghoon struggled from his blood lust, deaths piling up that even had Sangyeon worried. He had become completely out of control. You knew enough that Eric had resembled a new life with a new girl after recklessly creating small army’s of vampires. Hyunjae and Jacob had rushed to collect them and train them so that you didn’t have an army of crazy newborn vampires. Sangyeon was in his element creating small army’s but it was much harder when the only person able to control their minds was too busy living a new life with his Y/N replacement.
It was a stormy night and the building almost empty With just Sunwoo and Younghoon present. You sat in the rain letting it wash down the summer heat leaving your skin refreshed. Even as a vampire the summer heat was too hot to handle. You suddenly smelt a familiar smell, you rush to greet Eric holding a petit lifeless body in his arms, the rain drenching them. “Help Kevin, help me, I’ve killed her,” he said dropping to his knees, his heart breaking as he sobbed looking at you with hope in his heart that you could fix this.
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A VALENTINE’S DAY INTERVIEW WITH THE FRIGHTS
I didn’t have a date for Valentine’s Day this year, but I did have The Buttertones and The Frights. And let me tell you, they know how to treat a guy right. Friends of the bands Abe Recio and Rhyan Santos, aka DJ Musty Boyz, opened the night with a mission, blasting R&B and Hip-Hop jams off a laptop while showering the crowd in flowers. Once the crowd was loosened up, The Buttertones came out and were dressed to impress. With all five members looking sharp and a stage littered with roses, they cruised through a lively set that got the jam packed crowd moving. Last but not least, The Frights came on stage to a thunderous, sold out crowd. All suited up, Mikey Carnevale, Richard Dotson, Marc Finn, and touring guitarist Jordan Clark (of The Soaks) ripped through a long list of old and new songs, including covers of “April 29, 1992” by Sublime, and “All Star” by Smash Mouth. No matter the song, there were always fans coming on stage to launch themselves back into the crowd. Some attempted to take selfies with the band only to get lovingly kicked back off the stage. As usual, the last person to stage dive was Mikey himself, belting out the lyrics to their closing song while being held up by all his fans.
Next time you’re looking for a date, I recommend asking out The Frights. They might flip you off or kick you off the stage, but I guarantee they’ll show you a good time. Prior to this show Melted asked Mikey a few questions about recent tours, Valentine’s Day, and YOU ARE GOING 2 HATE THIS FEST in San Diego. Check out his answers below!
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If you weren’t playing a show, what would you be doing for Valentine’s Day?
Sobbing myself to sleep. Just kidding. My girlfriend is going to be at the show so we’re doing something afterwards, otherwise we’d probably go do some CUTE SHIT during the day. Go throw rocks at kids or something, I don’t know. She’s into that.
Worst/most awkward Valentine’s Days?
I lost my virginity on Valentine’s day back in high school. In the back of a Jeep Wrangler. It was incredibly cramped. Their slogan should be “Jeep. Don’t Have Sex In Here.”
How soon after finishing the first YOU ARE GOING TO HATE THIS FEST last year did you decide you wanted to do another?
As soon as it started selling well, we all collectively agreed that we should do it again. I don’t have a fun answer for that one. It just made sense. San Diego doesn’t have any serious festivals that I’m aware of unless you wanna see Hootie and The Blowfish play at KABOO for $500. Which I do, of course.
Tell us about organizing and creating a mini festival with (what seems like) a bunch of friends.
I wish I could say we have that many friends. I’m excited to become friends with all those bands though. I’m fucking lonely. But pretty much we just compile a giant list of bands we like and would like to play with and tell our booker to get them to play or he’s fired. We’ve gone through like 14 booking agents so far.
You recently toured with FIDLAR & SWMRS. Favorite show or experience from that trip?
My favorite show on that tour was either LA or NY. Typical huh? But surprisingly enough, the rowdiest crowd in my opinion was actually in Milwaukee. And we played at this venue that is allegedly haunted. Which I like. It seemed pretty haunted to me.
An artist, song, or album that makes you feel a heavy dose of nostalgia?
Anything super so cal always makes me super nostalgic. Like Sublime, Sugar Ray, Mambo Number 5. I’m a gigantic tool. But those are the facts. Sorry. Also anything along the lines of Beatles, Zeppelin, insert classic rock band here. Middle school man. That shit saved me from being a football player instead of starting a band. WHOA. Football is still cool though. I don’t know if a lot of football players read this.
Can we anticipate any new music in the near future?
I fucking hope so. I’m working on it, I’ll tell you that much.
LISTEN TO THE FRIGHTS HERE
interview + photo by SAMUEL WARE
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