#one show no encores my butt

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

"I'm glad you found a family." -Amiee

"W-what... those guys?" -Eliot sputtering

Yes, Eliot. Those guys. The very same guys who you couldn't walk away from. The same guys who get on your nerves- but for some reason you protect. Those guys who have you wrapped around their fingers. Who remind you that your smarter than you think.

Those guys as in;

Nate who needs protecting from himself.

Sophie who needs protecting from her past.

Hardison who needs protecting from his mind.

Parker who needs protecting from the monsters she's lived through but are still around.

You, Eliot- you big teddy bear- decided they were worth it. So you stayed for them. You sir, stayed because they needed you.

Those guys are your family.

[wakeup01]

becoming a male ballet dancer to check out all the women

Magical Turnabout

You didn’t think much would come of your constant teasing of the ballet club; the deriding remarks helping to inflate your frail sense of manhood. Arrogantly putting on a big show with your latest ‘female conquest’ whenever you passed by. After all, what were a bunch of girly losers gonna do about it. Nothing.

That was before they dared you to try on the iridescent lycra tights for yourself, feeling the taut, body conforming fabric hug your rear, bunching up between your butt cheeks. It made you feel incredibly self conscious, but even you couldn’t deny the appeal. The way the stretchy material clinged to your skin was…magical. Appearing to have smoothed down your blocky physique that you were oh so proud of.

That was moderately alarming, but defiantly tugging on the material only made things worse, causing the friction to rub along your shockingly sensitive legs and constrict against your cock. The sensation compels you to stand on your tip toes and run your fingers up your chest and above your head. The rest of the ballet club watch with satisfaction as your barely noteworthy resistance flitters away.

Mmmff. There was something about the pr—pretty silvery tights, it seemed to make your increasingly lithe body more flexible, disciplined. It was as if you had more refined control over your movements. You gracefully bend around, turning to see how it accentuates your figure, your huge butt jutting out on display. Leaving nothing to the imagination. It was like being naked, every captivating curve highlighted on your slimming frame. A tiny moan slips through your lips at the sight of your own feminine features.

How could something that felt this good be for ‘weak pansies’? You’re still all man, where it counts anyway. Chicks really dig men in touch with their femininity. At least, that’s what you thought.

But when you see the clear bulge outlined on the fellow dancer behind you, well, maybe you were too in touch. Especially when you delicately push back into him, rubbing his stiff crotch into your ass. He guides your movements, holding your hips as he slowly gyrates against you. It was hard for you to admit, but you really wanted that thing deep inside of you. You sigh loudly, your voice higher and softer than you ever remember it being.

So yes, cutie, you’ll definitely find yourself getting along better with girls - or ‘gurls’, but not for the reasons you might have wanted.

Your sexy ballet partner taps your hungry bubble butt and spins you counterclockwise. Seductively, he whispers ‘if you put on a stunning display, I’ll show you what my little ‘dancer’ can do to your tight virgin hole’.

Expertly, you pirouette on the spot, the moves coming like second nature as you lift your leg high and hold it in place. A rush of serotonin fills your head and flushes away that inelegant, smelly man-thing you once were, confirming you are right where you should be. Blushing while your firm buttocks visibly twitch at the thought of your ‘encore performance’.

The ballet club was more than happy to gain a girlishly giddy new member. Especially one so…willing to fulfill extra curricular activities.

[formulauno98]

A Birthday to Remember - Part Two - Toto Wolff x Reader

Originally written as an OC, inspired by an amazing request from @latte-luxe, I have rewritten this to a Reader POV, no descriptions and no use of your name. The only brief description is of a butt (you can probably guess why).

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Caution may contain spice. 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Author’s Notes: Disclaimer, purely fiction, no-one is married in this alt-universe.

Waking up, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Last night had taken an interesting turn and you couldn’t quite believe how it had panned out. As you came to and reached out to find your companion you were disappointed to find the other side of the bed cold and empty. A rush of emotions hit you as you came to the realisation that last night was only ever going to be a one-off. Of course, the tall dark and handsome billionaire was not going to settle for a tourist.

Bittersweet you eased up out of bed, your body aching from last night’s activities. Glancing around, the room was a mess so you set about tidying before reuniting with your friends who had so graciously vacated for the evening. Picking up your clothes that were strewn around the room you then heard water running from the bathroom. Somebody was in the shower.

A glimmer of hope flashed, maybe it wasn’t such a one-time thing after all. Hoping it was Toto and not one of your friends you held your breath and knocked on the door gently.

“Coming!” called out a deep, most definitely male voice. It was Toto and you broke into a grin. Appeased that Toto had not fled, you wrapped herself in a fluffy white dressing gown and made your way out onto the sun-soaked balcony. As you leant on the balcony and enjoyed the view, you could hear the shower turning off and footsteps approaching.

“Good morning, birthday girl.” murmured a husky, heavily accented voice from behind you. Before you even had the chance to turn around, a pair of muscular arms swooped around from behind before coming to rest on your hips, gently squeezing your curves.

“Good morning to you too,” you said, turning around and leaning up to kiss the tall towel-clad Austrian, resting your hand on his bare chest as he pressed himself tightly against you. 

“I hope you don’t mind, I took a shower.” his voice rumbled.

“Oh not at all, how was it?” you said, giddy with happiness. 

“Good, I needed it, I was a little sore from last night,” Toto said, blushing.

“You and me both,” you said, your thighs still burning.

Toto grinned down at you, obviously smug that he’d worn you out before he suddenly turned his head sharply. Dropping his voice, he leant down “Are your friends in the room next door?”

Curious why he would suddenly ask that you quirked an eyebrow before nodding, “Yes, why?”

Pressing a long finger to his lips, Toto tilted his head to the left, to the wall that separated your balcony from the room next door. “They’re out there, I can hear them giggling.”

Catching on, you smirked, if your friends were eavesdropping you decided it was time to put on a show.

“Well Toto, maybe it’s time for an encore, right on his balcony?”

Toto looked a little taken aback before he swiftly realised your game. Playing along, he stretched his arms around you,  pushing his hips into yours, already half-hard at the slightest suggestion.

“Hmm what did you have in mind?” he said, a dark look in his eyes.

“Take me right here, right now,” you said, extra loudly.

At that, the giggling from the balcony next door erupted into full-on laughter, followed by hushed “Oh my God, get inside!!” and chairs scraping.

“It’s okay ladies, we’re just messing with you!” you called out, Toto laughing.

“What you do on your balcony is none of our business,” called out Olivia, “And Happy Birthday!”

“Happy Birthday!” called two more voices in unison.

“Thank you, girls,” you said, laughing as you pulled Toto in by the waist, guiding him back inside your room, “I’ll be with you shortly.”

“It’s your birthday, you should be with your friends,” said Toto, looking torn.

“I’m sure they’ll survive for ten more minutes without me,” you replied, stretching up to kiss Toto once more.

“Ten minutes?” Toto quirked an eyebrow, “I can do better than that.”

“Well show me then,” you said, yelping as Toto picked you up in his arms and threw you backwards onto the bed, leaning down to press you into the mattress with his hips.

“I intend to,” he said, before silencing you with his lips. Desperately trying to wrap your arms around his broad back, you met his kiss with equal enthusiasm, passionately embracing the man you had only ever seen on television not twelve hours ago.

“I’m already wet, just fuck me, Toto,” you said breathily.

Dipping a hand down to test, Toto smiled as he found you to be telling the truth, “Mmm, but there’s no rush, let’s take our time.”

Continuing to grind his hips into yours, he was driving you crazy with need. “C’mon, you’re such a tease.”

“I know,” he said, before leaning up, bringing you up with him and flipping you over so you were now face down on the bed. Lifting your hips flush to his, you could feel him ghosting over the spot where you needed him the most, his hands grabbing enthusiastically at your breasts before reaching for a condom to slip on.

“Are you going to make me beg for it?” you asked, turning around with a pout.

“No, I’m not that cruel, and besides, it’s your birthday,” he said before roughly thrusting in, all in one hit, making you gasp with sudden pleasure.

“Mmm,” was all you managed to say as Toto began to loosely thrust, one of his hands dropping to rub circles on your clit.

“You like that?” he asked, slowing down, teasing once more.

“Yes but faster,” you gasped.

SIlently obliging, Toto began to speed up, setting a faster but still sensual pace, making you moan as you pushed your hips back to meet his.

“I have to say, you have the most fantastic ass I’ve ever seen,” said Toto, suddenly squeezing you roughly.

Still speechless, you turned your head once again, meeting him with a smile, “I might have heard it a couple of times last night.”

Groaning, Toto doubled down on his thrusts, starting to feel you fluttering around him, on the brink. “Fuck Toto, I’m coming,” you said, collapsing face down onto the messed up sheets, Toto just behind you as he throbbed, thrusting and moaning a few more times before he too reached ecstasy.

Pulling out, he flipped onto his side, pulling you close into his chest.

“Happy Birthday,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

The two of you lay there in bliss, in comfortable silence, for what felt like a lifetime before Toto finally broke the silence, clutching you tightly to his chest. “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”

Snuggling in closer, not wanting to get up, you replied, “We’re going to head to the beach club at Larvotto and then out for dinner at Elsa, some fancy restaurant, and then out for the night at Jimmyz. How about you?”

“You’re really going for it. I know Elsa, I know the owner, it’s good. Jimmyz is an experience…” he said grinning, “I’m not doing anything nearly as exciting.”

Tempted to invite him along, you forced yourself to be rational. This would be a one-off and as you kept repeating to yourself, chicks before dicks. You paused, choosing your words carefully, “Well you only have so many big birthdays.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Toto said with a smile, “And when do you leave again?”

“Tomorrow.” you said with a sad smile, “It was just a weekend trip and my friends need to be back by Sunday evening. It’s a little annoying as I took Monday off work.”

“What time is your flight?” Toto asked.

Not sure where this was going, you replied, “Midday, but I’ll need to leave here around nine or ten to get to the airport.”

You could see Toto’s mind whirring into action, “Are there any later flights?”

“Maybe, why do you ask?”

“Well, why don’t you stay longer?” he said.

You laughed, “Toto, I’m not like you, two nights at this hotel has wiped my entire vacation budget for the year.”

“Hmm, well if that’s the only issue, I can help.” he said smiling, “And if it costs extra to change your flight, I can cover that?”

“I’m not taking your money oh my gosh!” you said, flattered by his offer but not wanting to take advantage.

“Well, then, if this is too forward forgive me…” started Toto.

“Toto, we are lying here naked in bed, forward went out of the window about fourteen hours ago,” you said laughing.

“If you wanted, you could stay at my place? No expectations, I have two guest rooms. I know you would still need to change your flight but you’d get almost two extra days here? I could take you out on Sunday and show you the hidden beaches.”

Surprised by his offer, your mouth fell open. This was not where you thought your weekend trip would go. “Well, that would be amazing, are you sure? I will need to discuss it with my friends but yes I would love to!”

Smiling and dipping his head into the crevice of your shoulder, Toto replied, “Then it’s settled.”

“If the girls are cool with it,” you said firmly.

“Yes, if the girls are cool with it,” repeated Toto, his eyes hopeful.

---

Later that afternoon you found yourself lying on a sunlounger at La Note Bleue, a chilled-out beach club in Larvotto, your friends either side of you as you discussed Toto’s offer.

“It’s up to you, it’s your life.” said Olivia pragmatically, “But I think he might be after one thing.”

“I agree.” said Laura, “You barely know this guy and he’s asked you to stay at his house. That’s kind of weird no? How many other girls has he done this with? It’s a bit too slick. Sending the drinks, staying over.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s romantic.” said Becca, ever the optimist, “If he was after one thing he would have left this morning before you woke up.”

You pondered both sides, “I know what you mean, it’s all a little forward. He did offer to extend my hotel stay though.”

“It’s giving Pretty Woman,” said Laura.

Laughing you replied, “I did say no way!”

“Hmm but doesn’t that prove that he wasn’t just inviting you to his house straight off the bat?” countered Becca.

“True.” you agreed, “I guess at least with him being semi in the public eye means he can’t be a creepy murderer.”

“Hmm, tell that to OJ Simpson’s ex,” said Olivia, in a more serious tone.

“I don’t think he’s on that level Olivia,” said Laura, “But he could still be a playboy, he could do this every weekend for all we know.”

“Well, we know that most weekends he’s at a racetrack so maybe only on the weekends off,” you countered.

“A woman in every city, it’s the perfect life for a womaniser,” said Laura. 

“Hmm you guys do not seem convinced,” you said.

“It’s not that we don’t want you to have fun, we just don’t want you to get hurt,” said Olivia.

“I appreciate that, maybe I could just change my flight to the evening and see him in the day, no more sex.”

“That’s not a bad idea actually,” said Olivia, “Then you can determine his intentions.”

“You could also stay at his and not have sex,” suggested Laura.

“Have you seen the guy?” said Becca, “He’s hot, that’s not happening.”

“Ooh, Becca.” Olivia’s eyes widened, turning to you “Watch out, you have competition!”

“Maybe I will if you don’t” said Becca laughing, “Joking aside, think about how narrow the chances were that we’d be here for your birthday weekend and you’d run into someone you know from the TV, who then sends drinks over because he fancies you, spend the night with you and then ask if you want to stay with him for two extra days. It’s like some romance novel.”

“You have a valid point.” said Laura, “It seems the stars aligned on this one.”

You smiled, “Do you know what, maybe I will stay the extra night, and like you said, I don’t have to sleep with him. He also said that he has a guest room so I’m sure I can stay there if it’s awkward.”

The girls squealed with excitement, “Then it’s settled. You’re staying here for two extra days with your billionaire loverboy.”

[berrymoos]

MY BABY MY BAAABYYYY .... YOURE MY BAAABY SAAAAAY IT TO MEEEEEE .... im on s13 of ninjago & he has not left my mind since s1 oughshdjshdj he's so baby

𓂃 ．．🍪🐻🧡🏵🧃

🎂 — regressor cole headcanons!

the rock of the group deserves to have some small time sometimes. what more can i say? rocks can crack too, specially ninja rocks (。-`ω-)ｰ

stress regressor, 100%. he rushes to be the responsible one of the team whenever something goes wrong, worries himself sick over mistakes, pushes himself to make up for them no matter what bc if he doesn't something could go wrong again and someone could get hurt and then his friends won't like him anymore– and all that weight on his shoulders is rough

all of the ninja r his caregivers to some capacity. every single one. all of them r strong too – kinda comes w being elemental masters / ninja n all – so they can carry him whenever they want <33 cole loves it too, they're so cozy (o^∀^o)

i don't think wu or misako know directly, but if cole ever told / regressed around them, they wouldn't be v surprised – like they know smth is up, but they won't confront him bc that's his business

lots of ppl hc cole having a kindergarten to middle / teen regressor headspace & that's SO big-brained, i eat it up every time – BUT baby cole my sweet sweet boy. infant ages to like 2yrs old. give him a rattle; he likes rattles kenwkdek

the eepiest baby ever, partially bc of how young his headspace is, partially bc he's the master of earth – it takes up a lot of his energy when he's big, but since he's so used to it, it doesn't rlly register how wiped he actually is until he's sitting down, his brain is whirling to a stop ... & then it's like “mmnn woa m eepy..” hes also very prone to regressing when he's tired; doesn't happen all the time, but it's become more often than not

(jay has, in fact, taken a picture of a sleeping cole on the couch, meme-ified it w the “why he so eepy” caption , & sent it to the gc. they went loco /pos)

on that note, he can fall asleep p much anywhere: on the couch, on the floor, over a bowl of cereal, literally anywhere. his favorite places (aside from his bed) r his friends' laps <3 he's being held? out like a light

that earth master strength Does Not magically go away when cole is small, meaning his tantrums could cost them a wall & possibly new flooring. not that he has tantrums often bc he's v chill & low-energy!

(... it happened once & jay refused to babysit for a good week. for unrelated reasons ofc /j)

OOUHEJSH loves bears sooooo much it's almost silly. he's got a black bear onesie w ears on the hood, a tiny tail on the butt, & a dark brown teddy bear to match - his fave. "we bare bears" & "little bear" are his go-to shows. he can devour a box of teddy grahams in two sittings. glamrock freddy his absolute beloved. bears bears BEARS bears bears!!!!

kai called himself a papa bear once & cole went nuts jahdkajdkw “’apa bear ’apa bear!!!! ʕ￫ᴥ￩ ʔ” — “yup, that's me, don't wear it out! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧”

ok guys wait here me out: bearcub regressor cole. makin grororgroo noises to communicate. cute little snuffles n nose wrinkles when he smells smth good. loooong naps in a blanket fort. honey added to his bottle. bearcub regressor cole

the teddy's name is muffin btw. he & mr. cuddlywump are best friends & they always have playdates together 🫶

speaking of — jay is older than cole by a few years (maybe 4-7?), so he's consistently playing the older playmate / big brother role for cole. YES he will absolutely drag the baby into mischief, but if anyone dares to try separating them he IS throwing a fit about it. also he's the only one who can turn a laid-back baby cole into a zoomin 2y/o. watch out for them.../silly

back to the rattle thing for a sec – jay has a toy drumset & nya has a toy guitar, so the three of them put on a music show for the rest of the team! they're always asked for encores & they always deliver! their band name is The Mudshockers & kai is their biggest fan👍🏾

he likes dancing but since he's unsteady on his feet the younger he is, sometimes he'll just sway his body o, bop his head, or shake his rattle to whatever beat there is – even if said beat is just in his head. other times he'll get nya or zane to dance with him when he's able to stand!

omigosh wait ,,,, zane picking cole up & bouncing him to the beat ,,,, im gonna MELT they're so cute 🥹

cole adores fuzzy / fluffy material. his element requires him to summon rocks from the ground, & rocks are hard - he deserves some soft things in his life ( =^×^= )/ᰔᩚ if any of the ninja have something visibly fluffy in his presence, they'll very quickly have a small in their lap, nuzzling them & humming contentedly. muffin & his bear onesie r his favorites because of that!

ALSO remember the casual outfit he wore in "child's play" (the ep where the ninja got turned into kids)? he managed to find the adult-sized sweatshirt of that shirt & it's now a staple regression outfit ... whenever he's not in his onesie

he's still got a MASSIVE sweet tooth, bc who would cole be w/o it? (/j) ,, the only difference is that, instead of it manifesting in “oooo chocolate cake & cookies & ice cream!!!” it manifests as “mmm baba w sugar n hunny.....” – not to say cole doesn't have his moments where he craves a cakepop over warm chocolate milk. zane usually is in charge of preparing his bottle bc he always gets it juuuust right

THE NINJA HAVE A BABY BAG IN CASE HE DROPS ON LONGER MISSIONS AAAAA ,,, cole's a lil embarrassed @ first & fervently insists that he won't be regressing on the mission, but it proves to be incredibly useful when he gets hungry in the middle of like, nowhere & there's a section completely dedicated to snacks & drinks

(... & when cole actually regresses bc of stress / sleepiness & they have the majority of his stuff on-hand)

jay can never escape being called a dingus no matter what. baby cole catches him doing something stupid? “ ‘ingus...”. a joke too corny for his taste? “ ’inguuus.” jay complains abt this unfair treatment, how he's being bullied by a baby & he is slandering him ... but no one comes to his aid. zane'll scoop up cole & say “hm, are you sure that was an unprovoked statement on his part?” while kai will just spout nonsense like “wooooow jay ... a power outage in ninjago city and bordering countries?” by your hands?” w/ lloyd n nya just shaking their heads. jay's like “GAAAAAAAASP, NOBODY is on my side??? coco is being a BULLY & you guys are just ALLOWING it???? i see how it is.......”. cole's laughing hysterically throughout all of this 🫶

honestly jay's the funniest person to cole when he's small. he could be being Himself & cole's losing his mind over it. nobody can compete against his hilarity no matter how hard they try. best way to tell when cole's dropping is if he's laughing way harder at one of jay's stupid jokes /silly

mmmhmdhsjshsi ,,, jay coming up w the nickname "coco" & callin him that as a joke while he's big, but cole just gets super fuzzy-brained bc ,,,,,,,, coco ........ ohohohohoh ,,,,,,, & jay is like “oh! mkay then!” now he uses it all the time when he's regressed hdksjdk

ON THAT NOTE, nya came up w "pebble", & just like "coco", it spread to the rest of the team like butter on a warm stack of pancakes. nowadays they very rarely use "cole" when he's small – why should they, when they have "pebble" & "coco" under their belts!

... kai calls him "coco pebble(s)" sometimes 🫢

spoiled to the max. he breaks the handle to his paci? don't worry, zane just ordered 6 more. he loses a stuffie? jay's giving 3 of his to him. he's hungry? nya's got several different flavors of milk in one arm & baggies filled with teddy grahams in the other. absolutely spoiled rotten

he doesn't have any of those fancy deco pacis bc hes v prone to dropping them in his sleep & doesn't wanna mess them up, so he gets the printed designed ones or the plain-colored ones & slaps some stickers on them :] he rlly likes his black-stickered paci but he's not picky!

lloyd loves joking abt how he's no longer the youngest on the team whenever cole drops. he'll walk into the room & say “guys, i'm not the youngest anymore!” without warning while cole's in his arms, half asleep w a paci

sometimes he feels like he shouldn't be regressing bc of his status as "the rock of the group" & gets hit with an influx of negative thoughts. like – he's their anchor, their strength, the glue that holds everyone together when things go south ... so what is he doing regressing of all things? if they don't have a rock, the team won't make it! all of that negativity :( hes prone to pushing down his regression & busies himself w other things until he just ... breaks. wooo :((

after day of the departed (read: cole gets his physical body back), he literally launches himself into his friends & snuggles them like there's no tomorrow in sight. for a good two weeks he's the clingiest baby boy to ever exist: holding everyone's hands, leaning against the nearest person, cuddling, sleepy cuddling – the most common occurrence bc sleepy cole is sleepy. GOODNESS hes so clingy!! if he's in the right (or ig wrong) mood he gets fussy if his human pillow moves away from him kdnfoendk. nobody minds at all; they got their baby boy back & that's all that matters <3

self-indulgent pkmn au hc: cole's midnight lycanroc may look scary (...and kind of is hssjskdje), but it's soooo sweet & gentle with him omg. it has special mittens it puts on its paws to keep from accidentally hurting him w its claws & 100% will help zane make a bottle or lloyd prepare a snack. the fur on its neck is mad fluffy - there have been many, many times someone's walked in on cole with his face stuffed in lycanroc's fur, fast asleep on its back while roc's layin there with him, tail slowly awag <3

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Fifteen

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Content/Warnings: very brief mentions of smut, swearing, the sappiest fluffiest shit you've ever read

Tag List: @triplexdoublex @jaxbreaker @mgklove99xx @jinx-on-mars-19xx @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @missamericanaxx @anonymousme86 @whiteleoqueen @feroniakutenpuu

And with that, Mine has come to an end. I cannot thank you all enough for reading this and showing me so much love and positive feedback. I loved every second of writing this fic and I'm not ready to be done with it. That being said...

OURS COMING SOON! You all asked for more smut and more Presley and Colson cuteness, so @triplexdoublex had the idea of writing a second series that follows Presley and Colson in their new life together living in LA. You can expect smut and fluff, minor angst (unless I decide I need some. Ya girl loves writing angst). Serious shoutout to Roxy for the title idea and the idea to write a second series! I can't wait to see what y'all think of it. Thanks again for all the love you've shown Mine. Enjoy this last chapter!

Colson

It’s the last night of the tour and I couldn’t be happier.

Our biggest tour yet. A new guitarist who we all love. And the best part for me – the girl waiting backstage for me to finish performing so she can jump into my arms. 

It’s become our little routine since we’ve been ‘out of hiding’ from our friends. The world doesn’t know yet, and we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. But every time I come offstage, Pres is there, and she jumps into my arms, wrapping her long limbs around me, and I swear, nothing makes me happier than kissing her and holding her in front of our friends, showing everyone how happy I am. 

Cash came around quickly. He and I are closer than ever, and all of the tension has melted away. These past couple of weeks have been a great time, and I’m a little disappointed that the tour is ending. But now, Presley and I can figure out our lives, and that makes me really excited. 

After our encore, we leave the screaming crowd behind and head backstage. My eyes search for her immediately, almost frantically, and there she stands, intent on taking my breath away. 

She wears her hair in twin buns, soft tendrils of her black hair framing her face, and she wears leather pants (my favorite) with boots and a crop top. Her face lights up when she sees me and I open my arms. She grins wider and runs to me, throwing herself into my arms. I grin widely as I snuggle her, supporting her weight with my arms tucked beneath her butt. 

“You did so good!” she gushes, and her breath smells like bubblegum. I shiver a little, fighting the way my dick already wants to harden in my pants. 

“I love you,” I mumble into her neck, pressing  a kiss to her skin.

“I love you, too,” she says, resting her head against mine. “I’m so proud of you, baby.” I smile, heart bursting. 

“Yo, Kells, Presley,” Sam calls. “Can I take some pictures?”

“Hell yeah,” I say. Pres pulls back from the hug a little and I raise a brow questioningly. She nods, smiling, and presses her cheek to mine as we face Sam. We smile and then he takes one of us kissing. I let her down onto the floor and she hugs my waist for another picture. We fit so perfectly together. Suddenly, I want the world to know. I want to post those pictures on the internet for everyone to see, so everyone knows I’m spoken for. 

Arm around Presley’s shoulder, we head back to my dressing room where I strip out of my sweaty clothes and go into the adjoining bathroom for a quick shower. I’m sweaty as hell, and we’re going out tonight. Presley sits on the couch with her phone while I shower. 

I’m singing in the shower, so fucking happy with my life. Once I’m done, I towel off and then head over to my girlfriend. She lifts her eyes from her phone and drags them from my head to my feet. Jade eyes darken and her pretty lips quirk into a little smirk. It sends a shiver through me and I give the base of my cock a squeeze, gulping. Not now. Everyone’s eager to go out. Maybe I can sneak her into the bathroom again.

Presley giggles with satisfaction and sits back, looking at her phone again. Flustered, I quickly get dressed in a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt, sliding into my Vans. “You ready?” I ask, and she nods, getting to her feet. I offer my hand and she takes it, but when she starts to leave the room, I tug her back into my chest. My arm goes around her waist and I rock her slightly, looking down at her. She softens immediately and smiles up at me.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I murmur. 

“Hey,” she says, cheeks pink with pleasure. I smile and lean down to kiss her softly, slowly. She sighs and presses on her toes to get closer, her hands going to the back of my neck. “Mm, do we have to go out?” she asks against my lips.

I chuckle. To be honest, I don’t really want to go out. Pres, Cash, Olivia, and I leave tomorrow to head back to Michigan. We’re going to help Presley get packed and Cash is going to be able to grab a few more things to bring back with him to LA. I want a good fuck and a good night’s sleep before that happens, but it’s the last night of the tour, and it’s tradition. I sigh and she nods, resolved. 

“I promise we’ll have so much time just the two of us,” I say, twisting my fingers gently around the strands of hair framing her face. Fuck, I want to grab one of those buns while I’m behind her– “With the tour ending, it’s all us, baby.” I interrupt my own dirty thought process, knowing how easy it would be to hole up in the hotel with my girl. 

“Alright, let’s go,” she mutters, and I bite my cheek to stop a grin. She’s cute when she pouts. 

We leave the dressing room and go out to one of the waiting cars, climbing into the back. As we settle in and the driver takes off, my phone vibrates and I pull it from my pocket. It’s Sam. Thought you might want these bro! See ya later! I scroll up slightly and my chest warms. They’re the pictures of me and Pres backstage.

“Hey,” I say, tapping her thigh. “Look.”

She leans into me, looking over my shoulder, and smiles. “Aw, those are so cute!” she gushes. “Send them to me!”

“Can I post one of them?” I blurt. 

Presley looks surprised, lips parting a little as she looks up at me. “You…you’re ready for that?” I nod, studying her expression. “Are you…not?”

Presley considers, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth. Then, slowly, she nods, meeting my eyes again. “I think so,” she says. “I mean, I don’t want to hide us.”

I grin and lean in for a kiss. “Me neither,” I agree. “I want the world to know you’re mine.”

Pres grins and nuzzles into my shoulder, giving my thigh a squeeze. “I love you, ya big sap,” she tells me, and maybe I am a sap, but I don’t give a fuck. It’s worth it for Presley. 

As we head to the bar, I take my time creating an Instagram post. My caption is all about the tour and how thankful I am for how it went. I don’t include anything about Presley in the caption, but I figure the pictures of us kissing and me holding her are enough for people to get the idea. “Can I tag you?” I ask, and she nods. I add the tags, scroll through the photo set once more, and take a deep breath.

“You sure about this?” I ask her.

“Positive,” she says. “If you are.”

With that, I hover my thumb over the post button and then tap. 

XX

By the time our flight lands in Detroit the following evening, all four of us are running on fumes. 

It’s late and the airport isn’t very busy, so it’s easy enough to grab our luggage and find our way to where Presley and Cash’s parents are waiting for us. I’m a little nervous about meeting them for the first time, especially with how exhausted I am, but I’m excited, too. Presley is my future, and I want to know her parents. 

We walk outside into the frigid, early December air and immediately, Cash starts laughing. He drops his bags and jogs over to a waiting car where a tall woman with short, black hair hops out of the car with open arms. Presley runs over, too, and an even taller man circles the car with a grin identical to Presley’s. 

“There’s my girl,” he says and catches Presley as she throws herself into his arms. He kisses her cheek and I can’t help but smile. I follow her as Cash introduces Olivia to his mom, waiting a bit anxiously. Presley lets go of her dad and turns to me, putting a hand on my back. 

“Dad, this is Colson,” she says, looking up at me lovingly. “Colson, this is my dad, David.”

“Colson,” her dad says, reaching out a hand. I take it and shake it firmly. “It’s so great to finally meet you.” He pulls me in for a hug and I’m surprised but relieved. “Thank you for being so great to my kids.”

“My pleasure,” I tell him. He pulls back and gestures for his wife to join us. 

“Colson, this is my mom, Scarlett. Mom, Colson.”

Presley’s mom is just as gorgeous as her kids and she smiles brightly when she sees me. “Wow, you’re even cuter in person,” she says, stepping forward to hug me.

“Mom!” Presley hisses, embarrassed, but I just snicker. 

“Oh, Pres,” her mom tuts, reaching out to fix a loose piece of her daughter’s hair. “I’m old, not blind.”

“What do you expect?” David says. “We send our kids on tour with a band and they come back with beautiful partners.”

“Exactly,” Scarlett says, wrapping an arm around Cash. 

“Can we go now?” Presley asks around a yawn. “I’m about to fall asleep standing up.”

“You got it,” David says, going back around to the driver’s seat. We all pile into the SUV, Presley and I taking the far back. My legs are squished and I’m so tired my eyes burn but I don’t even care. I’m so happy right now I could burst. 

Presley looks over at me once her dad starts driving, and her smiles is so affectionate and loving that it turns my heart to mush in my chest. I wrap an arm around her and tug her close, pressing my lips to her forehead. “I love you,” I murmur, loud enough so only she can hear over the other conversations happening in the car.

“I love you, too,” she replies quietly, resting her head on my shoulder. 

Before I know it, we’re pulling into an apartment complex. Presley straightens, which tells me that this is her apartment complex. We’re at her home. David parks in front of a building and he and Scarlett both hop out to help us get our things. 

“We’ve got it,” I assure them, but Scarlett shakes her head.

“I insist,” she says. “I know you kids are exhausted.”

I can’t argue there.

We say our goodbyes to Cash and Olivia, and then Presley leads the way up to her second story apartment, unlocking the door. She flicks on a light and immediately, I love it here. It’s so Presley. 

“Alright,” Scarlett says, wrapping an arm around Presley. “We’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, right?”

“Right,” Presley says, hugging her mom. “Thank you so much for the ride, you guys.”

“Of course,” David says, giving her a squeeze. 

“Yes, thank you so much,” I add, and Scarlett hugs me tightly.

“Thanks for taking care of our girl,” she says, and my heart warms. 

“Always,” I tell her. We share a little moment, her expression one of admiration, and then we bid her parents goodbye. 

Presley locks the door behind them and sighs heavily, slumping. “Holy shit,” she mutters. “I need to go to bed, like, five hours ago.”

I chuckle and nod. “Come on. Show me your bedroom,” I insist. 

She flicks off the light and uses her phone flashlight to illuminate the way. She flicks on her bedroom light which is somehow wired to be from a lamp rather than the overhead fixture. “Wow,” I say as I look around. No wonder she never wanted to leave the house.

Her bed looks like the comfiest bed I’ve ever seen in my life, full of well broken-in pillows and soft blankets. The decorations are tasteful and comforting, and it smells sweet, just like Presley. I come up behind her and wrap my arms over her shoulders, squeezing her. “I like your room,” I tell her.

“Me too,” Presley agrees. “I love my room. I love my bed.”

“Yeah, that looks like an amazing bed.”

Pres turns in my arms and wraps her arms around my neck. “Let’s get ready for bed,” she says, giving me a kiss. I nod and let her go. 

Ten minutes later, after brushing our teeth and taking off most of our clothes, Presley’s fan is on and we’re snuggling up under her blankets. It’s a little cold in here; Presley had the heat turned down to save on energy, but the bed is warm and so is Presley. I snuggle up to her, pulling her back to my chest, and sigh, closing my stinging eyes. 

“Thanks for letting me come home with you,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder.

Presley hums. “Thanks for coming with me,” she says sleepily. “I love you,” she adds after a moment.

“I love you,” I agree, smiling. Minutes later, we’re asleep in her bed, and it excites me knowing her nights here are limited. Soon, we’ll be falling asleep together in our bed. 

Presley

Leaving home is going to be bittersweet. There’s no doubt about that.

As Colson and I drive into the city to my shop, I can’t help but take my fill of my surroundings. I’m going to miss all the pine trees, the heavy snow. I’ll miss my quiet apartment complex with its pool and its noisy air conditioner. I’ll miss being so close to my parents. But honestly, that’s about it. 

I’m not sad about leaving the tattoo shop. I loved it here and it served its purpose, but I’m ready to move on. I used my job as a way to hide from life, and I’m not interested in hiding anymore. I want to embrace my life, to enjoy my twenties with the man I love in a city I love. 

Colson’s hand rests on my jean-clad thigh as we drive into the city. He stares out the window the entire time. “It reminds me a lot of home here,” he says. “Cleveland.”

“Yeah?” I ask. “How so?”

Colson shrugs. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Just does. It’s nice.”

“Do you miss it?” I ask, glancing over at him.

Colson nods. “I do,” he says. “I mean, I’m happy to be out of there, don’t get me wrong. But I do miss simpler times.”

“That makes sense,” I reply.

“Are you going to miss it here?” he asks.

“Not really,” I admit. “I’ll miss my parents. But otherwise, I’m not really sad to be leaving this behind.”

Colson looks over at me and smiles, and I steal a glance at his gorgeous face, cheeks pink from the cold. “Good,” he says. He lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. 

I pull into the tattoo shop and park in my usual spot in the back lot. No one knows I’m coming today, but it’s a Sunday, so I know several artists will be here, as well as the other piercer. I lead the way inside, Colson’s hand in mine, and Emmy behind the front desk spots me first.

She gasps. “Presley!” she says, hurrying around from behind the desk to hug me. “Oh my god! You’re back!”

“Hey, Emmy,” I say, smiling as I hug her. “It’s so good to see you!”

“Wait, Pres is here?” Derek appears from his room and opens his arms for a big bear hug. 

“Hey,” I tell him. “It’s so good to see you guys.”

“You too,” Derek says. He raises a brow. “Um, Presley?” he asks.

“Yes?” I ask, pulling away to study his face curiously.

“Did you bring Machine Gun Kelly into our tattoo shop?” he asks, his eyes on Colson.

I grin widely and go over to my boyfriend, wrapping my arm around his waist. “I sure did,” I say. “Emmy, Derek, meet Colson. My boyfriend.”

Emmy’s eyes widen. “Are you fucking serious?” 

“Shit, we heard the rumors but I didn’t know it was true!” Derek says. “That’s awesome, Pres! Welcome to the shop, man.” He reaches out a hand and Colson shakes it.

“Thanks, man,” he says. “It’s dope as fuck here.”

“We like it,” Emmy says. 

“Is that Presley?” Blaze calls. I can hear the sound of his tattoo gun buzzing.

“Sure is!” I call. “Come say hi when you have a break!”

“She brought Machine Gun Kelly with her!” Derek calls, and I stifle a laugh.

“No she didn’t!” Blaze calls.

“Come see for yourself!” 

Blaze’s machine turns off and he appears around the corner, peeling off his gloves. He freezes mid step when he sees Colson, and Emmy, Derek, and I burst into laughter. “Hey, B,” I greet.

Blaze looks shocked as he hugs me. “Holy shit,” he says, reaching out to shake Colson’s hand. “Welcome, dude. It’s so cool to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too,” Colson says, smiling. I know he’s wary about meeting new people. Not everyone has a very positive opinion of my boyfriend, even if their opinions are unfounded. But I know Blaze is a fan. He played Tickets almost every single day in the shop when he found out Cash was going on tour with them. 

Gracen appears from the back and her eyes are wide. “I heard Machine Gun Kelly was here,” she says. “Oh, and you too, Presley.”

“Bitch,” I say with a grin, and my other piercer smiles widely as she hugs me. “It’s good to see you.”

“You back for good?” she asks. “Because no offense, but I’m making good ass money.”

“Keep on making it,” I say. “I’m moving to LA.”

“What?” Emmy and Blaze say in unison.

“Shit, Pres, that’s awesome,” Derek says with a grin. “I’m really happy for you.”

“Can I come visit?” Emmy asks. 

“Of course. Is anyone else here?” I ask.

“Sadie,” Emmy says. Sadie is who I brought with me to the show. She’s another tattoo artist here. “She’s finishing up right now. Should be out soon.”

“Taking care of our girl?” Gracen asks Colson, a stern look on her face.

Colson chuckles and nods, looking over at me. “Doing my best,” he says.

I smile and wrap my arm around his waist again. “To be honest, I’ve never been happier,” I say. My friends all look delighted for me, and a part of me is a little sad to be leaving them. Colson drops a kiss to the top of my head and I know I’ve made the right choice to move in with him. 

“Well, I just came to get some of my stuff and say hi and bye to you all,” I say. 

“Damn,” Derek says, shaking his head. “How life has changed.”

“It certainly has,” I agree. 

We all chat for a while longer, and after goodbye hugs all around, Colson and I leave the shop. We spend the rest of the day packing up my apartment with the help of Cash, Olivia, and my parents, and with all of us working together, we get everything packed. Most of it is going to my parents’ house, but some of it is coming to LA with us. 

We eat dinner at my parents’ house, watch movies together, stay up late talking, and finally, Colson and I retire to my old bedroom. The bed is far too small for us, but we don’t mind snuggling so we can both fit. We had very sneaky and hopefully very quiet sex, and now we’re lying naked in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms. I’ve never been so happy in my entire life.

“Are you ready to leave tomorrow?” Colson asks me, his fingertips stroking lightly up and down my arm. 

I nod. “Yeah. I am,” I say. “It’s bittersweet, like I said, but I’m ready to start a new life with you.”

Colson smiles against my hairline. “Can’t wait,” he says. “My house is so lonely with just me living there. It’ll be nice to have you with me.”

I smile and press a kiss to his chest. “I can’t believe this is real.”

“Me neither,” Colson agrees. “I never thought anything like this would happen. Thought I’d be alone forever.”

“Me too.” I trace one of the tattoos on his chest. “You sure you’re ready for a lifetime of this?”

Colson smiles and kisses my lips. “Yeah, Pres. I’m positive.” 

In less than 24 hours, we’re standing in the doorway of Colson’s house, now my house, too. The sprawling staircase that leads up to our bedroom is welcoming. A gigantic sectional in the living room promises endless days of reading and snuggling. The pool in the backyard tempts us to go for a late night swim. And even though I haven’t even officially moved in yet, this feels like home.

Colson wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my head. “I love you, Presley,” he says. “Thank you for taking a chance on me.”

“I love you, too,” I say happily, covering his hands with my own. “Man. I can’t believe this is even real life.”

“Look around, baby,” Colson says, rocking me in his arms, reminding me that I’m home. “This is all ours.”

[plaindangan]

Shinigami being a death god has developed a massive crush on our resident assassin Maki. To the point where she's even used her powers to put Maki in several "inappropriate" situations with all kinds of pervy people. In her own words, "down the rabid hole they go!"

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Hey, don't judge her for her tastes!!

Shinigami was a death goddess through and through. Those who can bring mass amounts of death would be someone she'd keep close tabs on!! Besides, was she supposed to just ignore someone with the name of Ultimate Assassin??? Hell no!!! She needed to see if she was...up to snuff~

And up to snuff Maki was - not just in terms of her murderous actions, but also in terms of her cold personality...but also her otned body as well. Those sturdy, well-sculpted legs that could rush down enemies in seconds. Those abs that Shini could swear she could grate souls on! Flashes of that big, toned, ass that always mooned Shini because Maki was such a tease in fighting in such short skirts. Shinigami was totally smitten~

Though, as one can imagine, this being Shinigami, she couldn't help but fuck with Maki for a bit~ Nothing too major, of course, just enough to let the whole world know how lewd and attractive this faux caretaker was.

Sometimes this was on a minor scale, such as pantsing the girl while she was changing in front of a very horny Tenko, Angie and jealous Miu. Shini was practically rubbing herself silly from how the trio's instant reaction to seeing a flash of cheek was to grope, smack and comment on how plump the woman's butt was (and ignoring the threats to their life as well)~

When she was attending Ibuki's death metal concert, Shini couldn't help but pull up Maki's shirt as well - right as the jumbotron was flashing by and showing off Maki's toned core...aaand also her perky nipples, since it was also the day Maki chose not to wear a bra~ Something that riled both crowd and Ibuki up something fierce, and earned an encore from Ibuki that had her sing her hit song: "My Boobs Maybe Smol, But My Sex Drive Is Huge As Shit!!!!" Something that made Maki swear off of concerts ever since.

But, her favorite act was when she decided to possess a certain blue haired geek to insist on Maki wearing an exact copy of Shinigami's outfit while Shini took pictures of her 'for reference and shit'. Of course, Shini had to account for Maki not having godly curves, so she made her dress on the shorter side...the incredibly shorter side~ Enough so that you can barely see her red thong underneath, and was more than getting enough of her sexy thighs (let alone her booty whenever she was forced to twirl around and bend over a bit).

It was a fantastic afternoon that had Maki burned into the goddess' mind...and gave Tsumugi more than enough material to not only make further lewd cosplays, but even sell to rake in the cash that the cosplayer rolling in dough and inadvertently making Maki very much known and respected in the pervier side of the Internet.

...Not that she wanted to be known for this, but when a death goddess has taken this much interest in your life, Maki would gradually find out she didn't have much say in the matter~

[leviabeat]

I'll post photos and maybe videos later. My head hurts too much to look over them to see what's good quality.

Here are some stuff that I remember kind of in chronological order:

There was a woman who screamed at the Bad Wolves singer to take his shirt off. A man next to her then screamed for the singer to (I'm dying typing this) show him his butthole. The singer reacted graciously by making jokes about the man liking butts

The Bad Wolves singer kept throwing open and partially drunk water bottles into the crowd

When Volbeat came on stage, Jon was the first one. Him, Michael, and Kaspar all came in from the right and Flemming came in from the left

The audience was really in sync when singing Lola Montez. Michael repeated the last line three times to hear us. He told us that it was good (or maybe bad) for his ego

At one point, Michael almost started singing at the wrong cue, and he laughed at himself. I wasn't looking in Kaspar's direction, but he must have given him a look or shook his head at him because Michael looked sheepishly over at Kas after it happened

Michael said his daughter likes Jojo Siwa and that he didn't know who the fuck Jojo Siwa was. She kept asking him to play her music (?) and that when he looked at his son, he could tell what the kid was thinking and that was "please don't play her"

I made heart hands at Kaspar when they did the whole "give it up for ____ on ____" thing. I think he noticed (not sure though)

The band left the stage super fast after the last normal setlist song to let us simmer for an encore. They came back and played the entire four song encore

For Evigt (the Danish version) was an encore song. Before the end of the song, Michael noticed people were singing along and he asked in surprise "you know Danish?"

After the very last encore song, Michael turned to face Jon and (after awhile) convinced him to keep drumming for a last instrumental finale. Jon kept shaking his head "no" and Michael and Kas kept nodding at him as they played the same notes over and over to get Jon to play along

I'll post more later

[teishiteishi]

BAD PREMONITION TOUR ARCHIVE: CHICAGO / VANCOUVER / SEATTLE / PORTLAND Chicago was madness. The whole day was a classic tour shit show. We missed our flight from Toronto to Seattle that morning due to airport immigration chaos, and there were no other flights going to Chicago all day. We panicked around the airport trying to find our baggage and ended up waiting for 3 hours before *most* of it got back to us and then booked it to a different airport just in time to jump on their last flight. Bags were lost but we left without them and made it just in time for a quick soundcheck and then the show. As tends to happen though, at the end of those really crazy, stressful days, the shows tend to be some of the most magnetic..I think it's because they hold so much more weight and meaning once you've jumped through hoops to make it. It was such a charged energy in the venue that night and Chicago showed UP. It ended up being one of my fav shows of all. Hometown show in Vancouver was so nice :) It was a sleepy Tuesday and the energy was more mellow, but my family and friends were there which made it xtra special. I wore a soft green Collina Strada set and crimped my bangs. Sheldon, a super sweet fan who always comes to my Vancouver shows and makes me something (he makes really cool jewelry), brought me a hand-made belt that I adore. I got it just in time before going on stage and though it didn't work as a belt with the outfit, I wrapped it around my neck as a necklace <3 I love moments like this, when things just come together in a snap and then you're on stage.

Seattle was hot and sweaty. I always love playing in the Pacific Northwest, it's just always a vibe and the drives are beautiful. It was another pUnK night - real basement party energy. I wore a dark grey Prisca Vera skirt and top and slicked my hair back in honor of how Seattle feels to me. There were some great thrift stores right around the venue and I got a few cute things, an Aaliyah queen of the damned grinder and some really bomb thai food. Thank u seattle <3

Portland was next. I played at Doug Fir Lounge which is a venue I love!! I had played there once before during my headline tour in 2017 - it's a really cool space. I remember that show in 2017 was the first time I smoked on stage ! someone had passed me a j from the audience and I hit it and has a real out of body experience hahh.. it was just one of those memories.. This current show was falling on 4/20 so...it felt respectful to repeat the whole experience. I mentioned this to the audience and during my encore I looked out and saw a big j making its way towards the stage, crowd surfing above people and to me <3 <3 <3 I wore a frankie's bikinis suit and a big giant pink bow on my butt.

[nfcpr]

Cont'd from...

NOMADOFNOWHERE Tour

Fanrepo (ファンレポ) Day 4 - Part 2

Continuation of the conversation with Yasu about the group name change...

Continuation about Subaru not coming to his tour coz he doesn't know anybody's phone number and can't contact him to invite... (Me: DUDEEEE WHY YOU STILL LIKE DIS 😂 I CAN'T WITH THIS GUY)

Every time Ryo's being tsundere and teasing people to oblivion and back... that means he's really happy, but he's awkward about it (Me: why you still like dis, Ryo... I love you, but I wanna kick your butt too sometimes lol)

Poor Manager-san probably called him to wake him up 😂 this reminds me of that unholy alliance of "people who wake up at noon" (Janiben episode)

I dunno how to feel about this... but, isn't Ryo brilliant? The thoughts that he shared with us always make me think about my own life too... #NishikidoSensei is 💖

After the TMI about his routines before a show, Ryo was like WHY DID YOU MAKE ME SAY ALL THAT?! 🥺 lol cute

前髪界隈 lol

Omodoro and rewriting of memories... is perhaps the biggest lesson Ryo tries to impart and wants us to digest, but it's not like he himself understands it fully either. Coz even tho humans change, they also stay the same... these two can coexist, paradoxical as it may sound.

This self-holding hands during Omoide Dorobou is never not gonna be cute 😆 (X-post)

Ryo and his ever-present need to test fans regarding their obsession with his hairstyles 😂

Isoyama P, thank you for giving Ryo the opportunities! 🥰

I was in tears every time I watched that part in Episode 5 of the drama... it's like some sort of sad mystery theatre or something

Ryo x Jun 😆

Jack Nicholson story continuation...

Encore continuation

People are not changing their behaviour overnight, and Nishikido-sensei is frustrated with the slow progress 😂

He wants the audience to change the encore noise but people are not budging from their century-old habit in the space of a few shows lol #poorRyo

The rhythm of the don don don thing... (まだわかりませんけど😅)

He redid the encore 😂 (X post)

Fans said the rhythm sounds like Futari no Hana! (X post)

Encore tutorial... thank you! (X post)

Agricultural whuttt? 😂 what kind of youtube videos has he been watching lately lol

Skipping lol

This skipping backstory is really cute lol (X post)

Ice cream has suddenly become a symbol of friendship? 😆

行きなりさかなクン 😂

I found this but I dunno if that's what he meant tho lol

He said it back in Note-era too!

Ending greeting

Ryo trying to do multiple things at one go... as usual 😆 (promote his Osakan t-shirt, promote his tour, promote his movie, being cute) とにかく... prioritizing is IMPORTANT lol

This skipping thing is too cute... tbh, I do it too when I go home from work late sometimes coz it's already dark outside of our office building and nobody is around to see me happily skipping to my car 😆

IG live today 🥰

[itmfluv]

Was at FATE LA concert for the boys today I was lucky enough to get floor tickets! Torn both the back of my heels from walking in cute but uncomfy shoes but I dont give a flying fuck, i stood for like 99% of the show, with minimal sec breaks to sit during mostly during their breaks to change outfits. It was one of the best concerts IN MY LIFE. I'm having post concert depression I miss them so much I want to see them again. Enhypen has been a really special group to me that brought me out of depression and I love them more than anything and best know IM DEF GETTING VIP 1 NEXT TOUR CUZ WHAT WERE THOSE STANDOFF INTERACTIONS???? Selfies with the boys holding your hands and doing cute poses????? I need that in my life. Funny highlights included me standing at the merch line for a good hour until I gave up cuz it was hot as hell, getting lost trying to find a wristband only to know they were also inside the stadium once I entered. I stayed and parties from the beginning till end, to all the encores legit ALL OF THEM. There were so many encores. After the first encore i thought it would be over and my sister was getting tired so she made us leave but jake was like "AY WHY ARE PPL LEAVING THIS AINT OVER" So I ran back and danced like hell to the other encore and made sure it was the last before leaving. I love love love love them so much. I'm suprised I didn't lose my voice (I already have a terrible cold/cough but I still screamed by butt off cuz the boys deserve it). I can't wait for the next tour and I'm definitely doing it better next time (especially wearing comfy shoes cuz damnnn the way I had to disinfect and put several bandaids on them when i got home LOL). WORTH IT CUZ JAKE SAID "GO CRAZY LIKE YOU DONT GIVE A FUCK! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! (I just remembered i got a really cute jungwon picket i bought beforehand and i lost that shit even tho it was on my seat lmaooo someone stole it i guess i wasnt paying attention but i got a lot of freebies from engenes so its ok)

[papergirllife]

warnings : exhibitionist kink, unprotected sex, slipping into subspace

“I heard you’ll get a gift if you sit in Santa’s lap” + Lucas Wong

i’m sorry if this is a little bit too much, anon. - xy

You were gaming with Donghyuck and Yang Yang when Lucas finally got back from a magazine shoot he had, flopping on the armchair in the living room, laughing at how you lost to the two boys at a go kart game.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be a sore loser,” Lucas teased when you were whining at your loss.

You tossed the controller on the table and turned back to officially greet your boyfriend, but instead of your usual cheerful expression, it was replaced by a curios one, once you take in the red suit Lucas was wearing, probably from the shoot.

“Someone looks extra hot today.”

“Who? Me?” Lucas asked as he brushed his hair back, trying to look suave, fishing for compliments.

“It’s not even Christmas yet, and you’re wearing red,” Yang Yang commented when he got up to get some snacks.

What Yang Yang said formulated a plan in your head, you got up from your spot on the floor and swayed your hips to Lucas, his legs spread open, as if he was already tempting you from the start, knowing how much you adore his long legs. You climbed into his lap with a seductive stance that only he could recognise, stealing his attention away from the game he was watching, his eyes watching your every move.

“I heard you get a gift when you sit on Santa’s lap?”

“Is that so?” Lucas asked, an eyebrow quirked up at your obvious lustful suggestion. “But you haven’t been a good girl lately, always hanging out with the other guys.”

“I just wanted to game when you’re busy, I’ve been a good girl by not sending you any photos or videos, just like you asked.”

“How bout you make it up to me right now,” Lucas said as he placed you on his right thigh.

“Right here?” you asked in a worried tone, eyes darting back to see the boys only a feet away from you, focused on the tv screen.

“They wouldn’t know if you don’t make a sound. Come on, make yourself feel good on my thigh, baby,” Lucas said as his hands grind your body on his thigh, making you whimper his name softly, knowing how much you love being manhandled by him this way.

You quickly did as you were told, grinding your clothed heat on Lucas’s thigh, your head buried at the crook of his head to subdue your moans, a melody only for Lucas to hear.

Lucas begin to flex his thigh whenever you grinded forward, rubbing your clit against the many layers of clothe. With every movement from you and Lucas, your core started leaking from the constant shock of pleasure, particularly on your clit, Lucas always found it endearing by how sensitive you are there.

You could feel yourself getting close as the dam you’re holding back is on the verge of falling apart, your legs getting tired from all the grinding, letting Lucas take the reins as he maneuvered you, hands clasped around your hips, pushing you down as he flexed his thigh, sending a wave of pleasure to your heat.

Lucas could tell you were near when you started fisting his suit, and the way his name fell from your lips in between staggered breaths of air. He pulled away once you said you were near, hearing a whine from you.

“Shh, be quiet. You already got their attention, I don’t want Kun to hear it from the kitchen.”

You whipped your head back quickly to see Yang Yang and Donghyuck staring at you, their eyes trained at the spot where your core was attached to Lucas’s thigh. You followed their eyes and was shocked to see that Lucas’s pants were drenched, your juices glistening from the light coming from the tv screen. You looked back at the two boys to see obvious tents underneath their sweats, your face heating up at the sight.

“Show’s over boys,” Lucas said as he carried you away from the living room, going to the direction of his room, but not before giving your butt a squeeze, giving the boys one last encore.

When you arrived in his room, Lucas laid you on his bed before stripping off every article of clothing on him, helping you out of your shorts and sweater as well, delighted when he saw you weren’t wearing any undergarments.

Lucas immediately swung one of your legs over his shoulder, thrusting his whole length into you in one stroke, feeling how wet and warm you are for him, liking how it was definitely worth teasing you if he could skip the usual foreplay.

When you told him to move, Lucas started off with a hard and fast pace, his thick and long cock filling you up so nicely as you screamed his name, not even bothered to quiet you down, drowning in the way you’re boosting his ego from how you were reacting to his thrusts.

You could feel tears pricking at the corner of your eyes when Lucas found your sweet spot, smirking at how your body curled up from the reaction, angling your body higher to thrust into that spot faster, the angle allowing him easier access. You could feel the coil in your lower abdomen threatening to snap from Lucas’s ministrations, your walls clamping down on his length harshly, signaling him your nearing high.

You could feel nothing but the pleasure coursing through your veins, hands holding onto Lucas’s arm weakly as you let him fuck you dumb, slipping into this pleasurable haze as you moaned his name, the only thing you can remember as of now. Lucas slipped his hand in between your bodies, rubbing at your clit harshly, pushing you over the edge.

Lucas could feel your successfully clamping down on his cock, restricting his movement as he feels your juices leaking on his cock, pushing him over the edge as well, a grunt of your name leaving his name as his cock shoots out spurts of his cum, painting your walls white. Once his orgasm ceased, Lucas cradled your face in his hands, registering the dazed look on your face, knowing from beforehand that you had slipped into subspace, which often happened whenever you squirted.

“I’ll run you a bathe and change the sheets.”

Lucas placed a pillow on your head before rushing to the bathroom to run you a warm bathe, placing you in the tub, as well as one of those colourful bath bombs you had. You had your attention fixated on the bath bomb when Lucas gave you a kiss on your lips and went out to change the sheets.

When Lucas was done, you were yourself again, opening your arms to beckon him to join you.

“You’re back, baby?”

“Yeah,” you said as you snuggled into Lucas’s embrace, feeling safe as ever.

[oasislake76]

I’m thinking about a mix of my Adam’s family + the Protege!Tommy au I’ve been bing reading lately.

Like Dream isn’t possessed by Nightmare and is a fairly young God. Only 21, which is young and especially Royalty which means he’s the youngest child and grandchild, he doesn’t know better and Dream likes knowing. He strives to have a complete family and goes a bit possessive when Wilbur and Techno show up on his server. Later followed by Phil.

Now the reason why Dream knows those three were because they were originally a part of his family while growing up. Phil and Sky, his Pa, were ‘married’ in a sense since Mumza is still a part of this Au. Wilbur was Phil and Kristens son but seen as a son by Sky as well. Techno was adopted by Sky and Phil. but before that Sky had Dream with Puffy, the normal backstory I have for Dream yada yada.

Something makes Phil part with Sky and take Techno and Wilbur with him. Kristen doesn’t know what happened, just out of loop with the God, and stays down from her Realm to help take care of Dream. who’s just old enough to start remember fully and just in time for his magic, freakishly strong for a supposed Demi, to start lashing out with his feelings. With the lose of Wilbur and Techno, leaving Dream without anyone around his age since Malachi and Levin are way to old to play with him, Dream becomes a mother hen to his friends.

All through out eight grade through the Admin Academy he mother hens everyone. Newly fresh students down to newly graduated Admins. Even older Admins that run their own server get momed by him every now and then when they cross path’s. This feeds into his need for a full family, he just wants siblings dammit, but stamps it down.

It isn’t until everything starts to go haywire in his server and everyone subconsciously starts to hang up on Tommy does Dream really ‘snap’. Taking Tommy out and kinda force adopting him into the family. Tommy’s absolutely surprised by the switch up from angry and manipulative Dream to “I swear to god if you don’t finish your coke I’ll shove it down your throat” Mama Bear. Better yet when Sky inevitably allows Dream, he really has no say since Dream adopted like over thousands of kids through this schooling, and doesn’t think Tommy’s any different.

Not until he spots Dream and Tommy out in the castle’s pastures. Watching as Dream help hoists Tommy onto one of the bigger war horses and teach the younger boy how to steer and command. Encoring and smiling - and when did he take off his mask around people he ‘adopted’? - and wheezing. Leaving the blonde for just a moment to hop on another one, a bigger one then Tommy’s, and gently lead the boy and two animals out to a trail. Sticking close by and smiling down when Tommy let out a squeal when his horse picked up speed.

Dream wasn’t one not to wear his mask students and teachers. Even his best friends, Sapnap and George, had only ever seen the smiling mask. Nothing ever above the bottom lip at most. A tick Dream had pulled from somewhere and one Sky wasn’t going to push his son out of. So seeing him trot alongside the other blonde boy, maskless with his hair in a low pony and freckles for the world to see, it wiggles something inside Sky’s chest.

Soon he’s talking to Tommy more. Slowly getting to know him because he’s staying with them and Dream always butts in when someone ask’s Tommy about his home. A clear indication that this boy is staying and that Dream will fight anyone about it. Sky’s own heart hasn’t healed that much from the loss of Wilbur and Technoblade so Tommy, loud sarcastic cursing Tommy, was almost like a balm.

Watching him and Dream wrestle in the gym or race around the tracks out in the back by the tennis courts made the King smile. The more Tommy stayed the more he brightened up the castle as a whole. Flowers bloomed a week where he sat and animals just seemed a bit happier when he’s around. Blue eyes bright and just as thirsty for knowledge like Dream was his age. Books upon books read and if the pair aren’t outside their in the library. If not in the library then their in the kitchen. Dream desperately trying to teach Tommy how to cook even simple meals and can only sigh and shake his head fondly when Tommy burnt yet another dish.

He even has his own emote mask now like Dream. It’s resting face is a frown while Dream’s is a smile and he only really wears it outside of the castle ground. Getting shy around all of Dream’s rowdy friends. It’s just not Sky who’s platonically falling for the blonde.

Aphmau ended up making a red and white cape for the boy. Slightly furry around the collar and definitely enough to drown him in soft fabric. The edges looked clawed at but were made that way, more like a giant shawl than anything. Seto made a pendant kind of like Sky’s. It holds many uses like a compass to find the nearest Admin when he’s lost or even acts up like a back up communicator/chat page if he lost his device. Sparklez made an enchanted metal crown of flowers that gave him almost the same amount of armor protection as iron.

Just... I think I might call this Little Bother!au



[stay-tinystars]

Lido Deck

--For @stayhavens Pocket sized Make Your Haven September Event--

Ship: Felix x reader

Established relationship au

Word count: 373

Warnings: mentions of bathing suits?

A/N: Happy Birthday to Felix! Sunshine!💕

You sat back in the sun chair as your boyfriend got dragged into the small karaoke party happening on the Lido deck. You had both been sitting in your bathing suits enjoying the sunshine, and drinks when the music started. Felix had stood between your chairs and started to dance and sing to you. When the DJ saw him from his booth across the way he called him out as a volunteer to perform the next song. Your laughter rang through the air as he looked over at you with a slightly panicked look as he pointed to something on the DJ screen.

"Ok, what is your name sir?" The DJ asked, handing him the mic.

"Um, Felix" your boyfriend said into the mic timidly.

"Ok everyone, welcome Felix to the Karaoke contest!" The DJs voice was followed by cheers and whoops from around the deck. "I think this song will be perfect for you. Good luck"

You laughed harder as the song started. The crowd started going nuts. His deep voice, singing "I'm Too Sexy" as he strutted across the small performance area. You cheered as you stood up pulling put your phone to record your boyfriend as he put on an amazing show, all while in just his board shorts. Strutting his stuff, from one side to the other. You got to the edge of the gathering crowd when he started strutting towards you.

"I shake my little tush on the catwalk" he sang as he shook his butt right in front of you. He continued singing as the crowd continued to scream.

"I'm Too sexy for this song" he finished the song, setting the mic down on the DJs booth. The crowd went berserk, cheers, applause, even people shouting encore. You turned off the camera. He walked or more like strutted over to you, immediately pulling you into a passionate kiss. The crowds whoops, and cheers got louder.

As the attention died down, you both laughed as you headed back to the chairs you had just been in. Before you could sit, Felix pulled you into him. Your body flush with his. 

"I'm too sexy for this deck." he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed as you shook your head.

[northernmariette]

Mademoiselle Ducrest writes about The Tramp

Mademoiselle Ducrest's pen does not often dip into an inkwell filled with the same corrosive liquid as Countess Potocka's, but here is the rate occasion where she does. Once again, this is in regards to Pauline Bonaparte, whose private life both ladies, in equal measure, consider reprehensible. 

Georgette Ducrest had known, and liked, Pauline Bonaparte's first husband, General Charles Victoire Emmanuel Leclerc, when she was a child. This is when she became acquainted with Pauline. She was only eleven when the Leclercs left for Saint-Domingue, so I assume that some of what she writes about Pauline at that time was partly based on her parents' recollections, and what she writes about Pauline's later life (which I might expand upon in another post) was reported to her by those she came to know at Josephine's court. Pauline, it seems, was much talked about. 

Mme Leclerc était sans contredit la plus jolie personne que j'ai vue. La jalousie, l'envie, si promptes à découvrir un défaut dans ce que l'on admire généralement, n'ont jamais pu parvenir à trouver la plus légère imperfection sur cette délicieuse figure, à laquelle était jointe la taille la plus élégante, la plus parfaite, et la grâce la plus séduisante. Critiquer son extérieur, était absolument impossible ; il fallait ou se taire ou joindre ses éloges à ceux qu'excitaient partout cette beauté incomparable. Heureusement pour les femmes viles, qui se désolent du succès des autres, elles pouvaient se venger sur l'esprit, le caractère et la conduite de Mme Leclerc.

Dépourvue de toute instruction, sa conversation était aussi insignifiante, aussi ennuyeuse que son visage était joli. Ne parlant que de toilette, affaire principale de sa vie, elle ne supportait pas que l'on s'entretînt d'autre chose autour d'elle. Il fallait pour lui plaire n'être occupé que de chapeaux, robes, etc, ; si on avait le malheur de causer de musique, de peinture, d'histoire, elle vous prenait en grippe, parce que, ne comprenant rien à ce qui se disait, elle était forcée d'aller bouder dans un coin, afin de ne pas montrer toute sa nullité. C'est ainsi du moins qu'elle était lorsque je l'ai vue habituellement. Devenue depuis princesse Borghèse, ayant habité cette belle Italie, où il semble qu'il suffise de respirer pour avoir le sentiment des arts, peut-être a-t-elle acquis quelques notions de ce qu'elle ignorait ; je ne dis que ce dont j'ai été témoin, et que l'on se permettait encore d'exprimer tout haut. Plus tard, la flatterie portée jusqu'à la plus basse adulation, aura trouvé le moyen de persuader q'une soeur du grand Napoléon était nécessairement une femme parfaite de toutes manières ; mais au temps dont je parle, on se bornait à louer avec enthousiasme son admirable figure. On avait raison : tout ce que l'on pouvait en dire était en-dessous de la réalité.

Sans vouloir entrer ici dans les détails de sa vie privée, il faut pourtant convenir de la dissolution de ses moeurs. [...  J]e doute qu'aucune femme consentît à souiller sa plume par le récit d'erreurs si multipliées. Par pudeur pour notre sexe, il est des sujets sur lesquels nous devons ne pas nous appesantir.

Mme Leclerc laissait prendre un extrême empire à ses favoris, et mettait une sorte de gloire à déclarer publiquement son choix. Tant que la préférence qu'elle accordait durait, l'homme qui en était l'objet pouvait exiger d'elle les choses les plus extravagantes; mais aussi elle poursuivait avec acharnement ceux qui avaient le malheur de n'être plus aimés, ou se lassaient d'être ainsi en butte à l'envie des autres hommes et à la colère de Napoléon, qui voyait avec un profond chagrin le scandale qu'occasionnait une telle légèreté. 

Madame Leclerc was without question the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Jealousy, envy, so keen to discover defects in what is generally admired, could never succeed in finding the slightest imperfection in this delightful face, to which was joined the most elegant, the most perfect figure, and the most seductive grace. Criticizing her exterior appearance was absolutely impossible; either one had to remain silent, or one had to join in the praises to which this incomparable beauty gave rise everywhere. Fortunately for wicked women who deplore the success of others, they could revile the mind, the character and the conduct of Madame Leclerc.

Devoid as she was of any instruction, her conversation was as trivial, as dull as her face was pretty. Speaking only of dress, the primary concern of her life, she could not tolerate anything else would be talked about in her company. To please her, one had to be interested only in hats, dresses, etc.; if one dared to talk about music, painting, history, she would take umbrage, because, not understanding anything that was being said, she was forced to go and sulk in a corner, so as not to show all of her inadequacy. At least that's how she was when I saw her ordinarily. Having since become Princess Borghese, having dwelt in this beautiful Italy, where it seems that it is enough to breathe to acquire a taste for the arts, perhaps she has gained acquired some insight into what she then was ignorant; I report only what I witnessed, and what was still possible to say out loud. Later, flattery carried to the lowest adulation found the means to convince people that a sister of the great Napoleon was of necessity a perfect woman in every way; but at the time of which I speak, enthusiastic praise about her was limited to her limited to her admirable appearance. This praise was justified: all that one could say about it was beneath the truth.

Without wanting to discuss here the details of her private life, there is widespread agreement on her dissolute morals. [...] I do not believe that any woman would consent to sully her pen with the account of so many errors. For the sake of our modesty, there are subjects on which we women must not dwell.

Madame Leclerc allowed her lovers to exercise extreme influence over her, and took a kind of pride in publicly displaying her favours. As long as the privilege she granted lasted, the man who was its object could put the most extravagant demands on her; but then she relentlessly persecuted those who had had the misfortune to lose her affections, or who became weary of being the prey to other men's envy and to Napoleon's wrath, who was deeply distressed by the scandals such frivolity caused.

My original text is from Mémoires sur l’impératrice Joséphine, published in 2004 by Mercure de France, pp 256-258; this is slightly different from the 1863 edition found on Gallica:

https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k6310101z/f80.item.r=georgette%20ducrest, pp. 73-74

[lockefanfic]

Toy

It was one of those moments in your life when you hoped you weren’t just dreaming the whole thing up. 

When Chaeyoung and Momo aren’t looking, you pinch your left forearm - but the small prick of pain barely registers amidst the pleasure the two girls were working on your shaft as they shared it between them.

Momo lets your cock, slick with her saliva, pop out of her mouth, grasping it with her left hand and raising it up to reveal your swollen balls; Chaeyoung takes the hint and dives into your crotch, searching for and finding your sacks with her tongue, lathering them with her spit. A sly smile appears on Momo’s lips as she contents herself with watching her younger friend go to town on your nuts. She strokes your swollen cock lazily, and you sigh as you enjoy the feel of her hand pumping your shaft up and down.

You were more than a little surprised when TWICE’s manager approached you after their concert, giving you a hotel keycard and instructing you to show up to that room in half an hour. The concert was fun, but when Chaeyoung locked eyes with you during the encore and then immediately whispered something to Momo you assumed she was just pointing someone out who was nearby; never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined it would lead to this, now, with two members of your favorite girl group naked and on their knees between your spread legs, sharing a blowjob.

Chaeyoung finally ends her time with your balls, letting one pop out of her mouth with a loud slurping sound. Momo immediately resumes her blowjob, taking your shaft into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down, not missing a beat. You sigh involuntarily at the feel of one of the hottest idols in Asia sucking tightly on your shaft; surely this had to be a dream.

You reach down and caress Momo’s shoulder, delighting in the feel of actually touching a woman you thought was forever beyond your reach. Suddenly finding reserves of courage you never thought you had - and encouraged by the lustful look the Japanese girl gives you - you let your hand drift down her upper arm, eventually sliding beneath it to caress her full, round breast, finding and capturing a stiff nipple between your thumb and forefinger and giving it a soft pinch. Momo moans around a mouth full of your cock, and the vibrations it sends up and down your shaft send delicious sparks of pleasure up your spine and straight to your brain.

Chaeyoung watches all of this happen, watches you fondling her friend’s tit, and with a devilish grin she makes a suggestion you are powerless to resist.

“You should fuck her tits.”

The very thought of having you fuck her tits must have flipped a switch inside the older Japanese girl, because she almost immediately stops sucking your dick, giving it one last lick from base to tip before rising from her knees and moving onto the bed you were sitting on. Chaeyoung follows close behind her.

You take a moment to admire the sheer beauty of the two naked females, and the intense contrast between their bodies - each absolutely breathtaking in their own way, their unique features only highlighted by their close proximity to each other. Momo was the more traditional kind of hot, what with her perfectly sculpted model-tier body with curves in all the right places, full breasts and chiseled abs. Chaeyoung, by contrast, was all lean and wiry with muscle, small and tight, like some sort of predator cat always ready to pounce.

“Stop staring and fuck my tits,” Momo says, snapping you back into reality as she lies down on the bed, already cupping those round, full breasts in anticipation.

You straddle her, your legs on either side of her torso. You place your glistening cock between her large mounds, and the tightness you feel when Momo presses her tits around your cock makes you feel dizzy - but when you actually begin to move, thrusting your cock in and out slowly between her soft, warm breasts, you think you might pass out.

“Fuck that’s hot,” you spit, almost involuntarily, the words leaving your mouth before you knew you were saying them. Her breasts feel like heaven around your shaft, warm and tight. Momo’s eyes are focused on the tip of your cock as it appears from between her tits, and she tries playfully to lick it.

Chaeyoung is not idle during all this, and she crawls up behind you, pressing her naked chest against your back and wrapping her arms around your torso.

“It’s your lucky day, isn’t it?” she whispers into your ear, “Getting to fuck two members of your favorite girl group?”

“Fuck yes,” you answer back. Chaeyoung’s implication of even more impending pleasure drove you insane.

“You think you can keep up with us?”

You make the mistake of glancing down at Momo, her hands tightly pressing her breasts around your glistening shaft. She must have felt you staring at her, because she catches your eyes and holds your gaze, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She moans softly - and it occurs to you that Chaeyoung was fingering her.

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna fucking cum soon.”

It embarrassed you a little, cumming so soon, but the whole situation was so wild, so unexpected, that you doubted anyone could last much longer.

“Cum all over her pretty face,” Chaeyoung hisses, “paint that face and those tits with your cum.”

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp, trying in vain to hold on and prolong the pleasure. But when Chaeyoung brings her fingers to your mouth - stained liberally with what you assumed were Momo’s tangy, slick juices - it all becomes too much to fight.

You thrust a few more times into Momo’s tits before your orgasm overwhelms you, and your cock spurts large ropes of warm, thick semen onto Momo’s cleavage and face, the white liquid landing wetly onto her pretty cheeks. Momo opens her mouth widely and sticks out her tongue, and is rewarded with a few streams landing into and around her mouth. The rest of it falls on her cheeks, her long, graceful neck, and the flushed skin of her upper chest.

“Good boy,” Chaeyoung says, appreciative of the work of art you’d left on her friend’s chest and face.

You watch as Momo finally releases your cock from between her flushed, reddened tits, using her hands to gather up as much of the cum off her face, neck, and breasts as she could, bringing the thick white semen to her face to lick off like some sweet treat. You stumble off her chest, lying down on your side next to the prone Japanese girl.

Chaeyoung almost immediately pounces on Momo like the feline predator you figured her for, pressing herself against Momo and licking your cum off her face. You watch for long, glorious seconds as the younger girl gathers each stream of semen off her friend’s face and breasts with her tongue before swirling it around in her mouth. When she has enough, she raises her head above Momo’s and spits it into the older Japanese girl’s mouth, letting it fall from her pursed lips in a single long, glistening strand. You watch as Momo opens her mouth, gratefully accepting the rope of semen that lands squarely on her pink tongue. When she has received it all, her throat gulps, finally swallowing your cum.

The sight is so intensely erotic that you quickly find your shaft springing back to life. Your left hand almost involuntarily begins to stroke your cock.

“Are you going to just sit there jacking off, or are you gonna fuck me?” Chaeyoung asks.

“If you two are going to fuck, I better get off too,” Momo spits, and you watch as she grasps the top of Chaeyoung’s head with her hands and pushes her downward. Chaeyoung takes the hint and travels down Momo’s body until she is between the Japanese girl’s legs. You take up position behind Chaeyoung, and with one quick thrust, you slip inside the Korean girl’s tight, slick pussy.

You groan out loud at the feeling of first penetration - Momo’s tits were wonderful but being inside a warm, tight pussy was on another level altogether, and the fact that said pussy belonged to one of your favorite idols made it even more surreal. You’d spent so many long hours just staring at photos of these girls - and now you were balls deep inside one of them, ready to give her a hard fucking.

“Fuck me already,” Chaeyoung snaps, looking back at you over her shoulder with fierce eyes, “Fuck me hard. Don’t stop until I cum.”

“Don’t stop until I cum either,” Momo adds. “Then you can fill up this bitch’s pussy with cum.”

You were entirely prepared to pull out when the time came to it, but who were you to refuse Momo’s instructions? And so when you begin to fuck Chaeyoung with long, deep strokes of your cock, you did so knowing you could cum inside her - which made every thrust, every penetration, feel that much better.

Chaeyoung’s lean, tight little body is rocked with each thrust into her pussy, and she uses it as momentum to fuck her friend’s pussy with her mouth, her tongue pressed flat against the Japanese girl’s clit, swirling around it occasionally. You watch as she slips two fingers into Momo’s pussy, curling upward and finding a spot that elicits long moans from the older girl.

You slap Chaeyoung’s firm, tight butt - softly at first, but when she gasps in response and tells you to spank her ass with a fierce tone, you are all too happy to oblige. Soon her cheeks are red and flushed, the room filled with a chorus of breathy female moans, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, and the loud smacks of Chaeyoung being spanked harder and harder.

Momo is the first to cum - she clearly got off on being titfucked and fingered at the same time, and now that Chaeyoung was eating her out while being fucked herself - it was an image that drove the Japanese girl quickly over the edge. She only has time for a quick warning before her body becomes a quivering, shaking mess.

“Oh, fuck-” she gasps, her voice cut out as her body shakes almost violently in orgasm.

Bringing her friend to orgasm must have triggered a similar reaction in Chaeyoung - and Momo’s juices flooding into her tongue clearly helped. 

“Oh god, yes, fucking cum for me Momo. Oh god… yes… keep fucking me!”

You increase the pace of your thrusts, slapping Chaeyoung’s sore, red ass more and more - and her pussy tightens and clenches around you with each thrust, the wetness and tightness of her walls increasing exponentially as she reaches her own orgasm.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“God, Chaeyoung, I’m gonna cum too.”

“Fucking cum inside me. Give me every drop. Fill me up. Fuck. Cum inside my pussy! Oh--”

Like Momo, Chaeyoung’s voice also cuts out as she cums - and you yourself cum soon after, driving yourself as deeply as you could inside the shrieking Korean girl’s pussy as you could before finally releasing a veritable torrent of cum inside her, the warm, thick semen spurting from your tip to paint her inner body in white.

Your mind goes absolutely blank - not only was it mind blowing sex; it was a mindblowing threesome with two of Asia’s hottest idols. What any man on Earth would have given to be in your position now, balls deep inside Son Chaeyoung, having her walls drenched with your cum.

You give her a few more thrusts, delighting in the feel of your juices, hers and yours, wet and thick around your cock. When you finally slip out of her, the flood of cum that appears from between her splayed lips is an image you want to remember forever.

Exhausted, you finally collapse on the bed next to the two sweaty, breathless girls. Chaeyoung is still recovering from her orgasm, but she finds the wherewithal to grab her phone off the nightstand and point it at your still hard cock, drenched with cum.

“Sana would want to see this,” she says, before lying down on Momo’s body, using the older girl’s tits as a pillow. Her tongue pokes out to toy with a stiff nipple, and Momo strokes the younger girl’s hair appreciatively.

“I wonder how she’s doing with her playtoy,” Momo wonders aloud, her tone weirdly innocent given the erotic nature of her words.

Chaeyoung’s phone vibrates, and a sly smile appears on her face upon reading Sana’s reply. She shows the phone first to Momo, who chuckles to herself, before showing you the screen in turn.

On it is a close-up photo of Sana, with a thick, long, hard cock, glistening with saliva, pressed against her cheek. The younger Japanese girl’s face is weirdly cute and innocent, as is the smile on her perfect lips - take away the cock and you’d think she were shooting an album cover photo. You’d always been attracted to the duality of Minatozaki Sana, and never in a million years could you have dreamed you’d see it here, highlighted so intensely.

Chaeyoung’s phone vibrates one more time, and she reads aloud Sana’s reply.

“Sana’s on her way here,” she says slyly, “she thinks maybe she wants to play with two toys tonight.”

“Man, what a lucky day you’re having,” Momo quips. Your shaft is sore and spent, having recently cum twice, but the thought of having a session with Sana brings the first feelings of arousal back into your exhausted flesh.

“I hope you like to share,” Chaeyoung begins, “because you’ll definitely be sharing Sana. You better decide what end of her you want. She loves being spitroasted...”

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Author’s Note: I legit banged this out in a single quick session, so apologies for any errors/grammar. I got a super hot ask/request from ninjja275 and just had to write it! Feel free to drop your own ask/requests... or if you just wanna talk about your fave idols :)

Looking back at this, damn, this was especially filthy/dirty and totally PWP. It was a nice change of pace from the storyline-driven Dream Girls. Hope you all like it - lemme know if you guys wanna see a Part 2!

[chr0mematic]

Twice Concert Anecdotes

Writing a bunch of stuff that happened at the Twice concert yesterday to get it out of my system. How could I not?

Before the show even started, people began cheering at random moments and it threw me off every time.

While introducing themselves, Chaeyoung said “let’s fun tonight!” lol...I get it though, english is hard.

Jeongyeon got a lot of support from fans! For those unaware, she’s known for taking hiatuses due to her anxiety. Everybody cheered extra loud for her, even if she was just like. Standing there. She seemed a little nervous at the beginning but she really looked more comfortable at the end of the concert. 

Jihyo said that earlier (before they arrived) she saw a fan filming a dance cover of I Can’t Stop Me, and then she and Sana spotted that same fan at the concert! How cool is that!

During their speech interlude, SANA of all people was talking about how Mina hasn’t been to New York in over 3 years and how they were so excited for her. When it was Mina’s time to talk, she had little to say at that point lmao

Tzuyu said she was a quiet person and I bursted out “she’s just like me fr” without thinking

According to my friend, Jeongyeon tapped Jihyo’s butt at one point? Not sure how true that is because I feel like that would be all over Twitter, but it might’ve happened? I personally didn’t catch it.

All the girls were playing with the confetti on stage! They threw some at fans, Jeongyeon made a snow angel, and they even tried burying Momo in the stuff!

i was in the same room as park jihyo what the FUCK

While they were spinning the encore wheel, everybody wanted them to perform Rollin’ (including myself). They even said they would play it if the wheel landed on a song they previously played, we were that desperate. They didn’t play Rollin’...but we got to hear their debut song instead!

Throughout the whole concert, people would randomly start chanting “OH OH OH OH” as if they were at a football game or whatever. I think it got to Twice because Jihyo did it back to us right at the end lol.

Dahyun tried to get us to do this but she just kept going “ah ah” instead. Should’ve done what Sana did previously, lel.

While Twice aren’t one of my top artists, I think they were a good pick for a first concert. They’re super sweet and entertaining. Wouldn’t be opposed to seeing them again. :D