#dont EVER let me cook again

[thesenau]

Spoilers Beast Yeast 7-30

Kinda a random rant of mine that leads nowhere. If you're interested in that, then be my guest, lol. I'd appreciate some feedback too!!(≧з≦)

So I've finally scrambled my thoughts while drawing corrupted PV, and I've finally caught onto a revelation!!

Please tell me I wasn't alone with being SO CONFUSED during the whole episode. Nothing made sense, and it was getting quite boring being in the dark the whole time.

But I was also focused on WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK SHADOW MILKS intentions are in the first place. Because it all seems so.. useless?? Shadow milk is powerful as fuck so why he didn't just warp reality and sneak off with the soul jam confused me heavily. Like I know he likes to have his fun and I don't doubt he did all that just for shit and giggles, before running off with the soul jam but it all seemed so.. well not worth it? PLUS Shadow Milk cookie didn't even take the soul jam from PV after he corrupted so..???

But now I've finally brought all the pieces together. Mostly. As well as a sleep deprived idiot can...

Shadow Milks words were all mostly full of deceit and lies, that much even I get - but he kept being extremely possessive (?) of Pure Vanilla, like the way he kept referring to PV as his marionette, his cookie, and as his second half (and probably more nicknames I forgot about). But still, every "nickname" contrasts one another in a way, which you'd expect from the beast of deceit, but still.

So this is where the whole key(-hole) imagery in beast yeast episode 7 comes in and ESPECIALLY in pure vanillas corrupted form.

A lot of people pointed out how a lot of key-hole imagery was shown in the trailer, and now that I've played through every stage, I kinda see it myself, too.

I don't know why, but Shadow Milks gacha animation makes PV kinda looks like a key to the soul jam , which is probably referring to something else? Perhaps the soul jam and PV being some kind of key might lead to the sealing ritual, or if we're going off on SM's convenience, then probably some kind of knowledge SM seeks? Perhaps witch's magic?

PV's corrupted form having a keyshape just proves it even more why Shadow milk cookie would go through the whole trouble of corrupting PV (wich wasn't AS hard as I'm making it out to be (PV is extremly strong willed but SM is extremely clever too, so..)). Like I said, I don't doubt he wouldn't do that just for the sake of it, but still the sheer possessiveness shadow milk had whenever he referred to pure vanilla(compared to beast yeast 1-2), plus the whole key-shape/key-hole imagery tells me there's more to it then what meets the eye.

Plus, it seems there was some kind of "knowledge" shadow milk cookie that wanted to show Pure Vanilla (end of ep.7 quest "Goodbye Fools") or well shadow milk cookie SHOWED Vanilla that knowledge. Whether that truth corrupted Pure Vanilla because he couldn't fathom it or he was corrupted so that he COULD understand that truth, is still unclear, wich is why I won't explore THAT any further (,,・д・).

Anyways end of rant. Perhaps my words have some truth to it but it hasn't even been a day since the update so I might change my direct look onto the episode in a few days or something. I'd like some of your thoughts on the episode too!! (I know I'm expecting a bit too much since Beast Yeast 7 has been out for like more than half a day but still ヽ(；▽；)ノ).

[qkrovv]

[prostocupoftea]

wotfi 2024 final battle redraw! with my redesign of engine form of puzzles (: why? cause i love big robots connected to rooms, that's why

i am. so tired.

click for better quality (i did not draw every little detail just for tumblr to eat it)

[n1ckelpistol]

an au thats been circling my mind for weeks

[penisbilt]

the bittersweet but absolute flood of relief that comes from admitting defeat at living independently, to have to move back in with parents. we tried! we gave it our best shot for almost 3 years! but living like this (being on our own) is just not possible for us at this time of our lives. we've finally proved it to ourselves that we can't do it. it'll be okay to let ourselves rest now

[doki-mocha]

early saturday morning distress

im full of thoughts and feelings and have nowhere to put them

[creepy-scrawl]

Tip to ruin your morning: think about your father until you are nauseated with the regret of being born

[arolesbianism]

Shakes and cries I wanna make Jackie parent hc designs but I can't because potentially one of them is a prevalent character now and her ass has not spoken a single line yet so I both know nothing and can't just start making shit up yet </3333

[sentimentalslut]

So I've hit a bit of a dead end in my life where I have no idea what to do or what I want to do. Do you have any advice on how to try and figure it all out?

Also I love ur duncney fics you should be an author <3

listen, anon. i'm 26. as much as i am flattered that you think i have it figured out, i do not. i'm willing to bet i wont have it figured out in ten years or twenty or forty-five. the thing is, i'm fine with that.

so here's my advice:

honestly, just keep living. put one foot in front of the other. find things you enjoy for no other purpose than enjoyment.

you don't have to 'do' anything -- living is about experiences. not every one of them have to have a purpose.

most of being human is drifting around and wondering why youre here. none of us really have the answer. that's okay. that's normal. maybe you'll never figure out what you're meant to 'do'. and that's fine!

the thing that keeps me anchored in the sea of Being Alive All the Time, and the thing that keeps most people anchored, is passion.

step one of discovering your passion, whatever it is, is to allow yourself to discover it. pick up pointless new hobbies and let yourself put them down if you dont enjoy them. read new books. read wikipedia articles for things youve never heard of. go on long walks in new parts of your neighborhood. listen to a new podcast. watch a video essay about something stupid youve always been curious about.

make bad art. paint shitty pictures, draw shitty portraits, write shitty stories. let yourself be bad at things. let yourself be purposeless.

accept the fact that you are human and unsure about your place in the universe -- because those two things go hand in hand. this is the curse of sentience. embrace it.

[magpieislovemagpieislife]

So for some reason I got an unjustifiable hyperfixation on the oregon trail of all things and now I wanna see an oregon trail au!Diluc x reader so if someone can write that that would be great thanks bye

[autarchi0s-a]

’(´∆｀*)’ PAIMONPAIMONPAIMON

For every ’(´∆｀*)’ I get, my muse will orgasm.

It was in moments like these where Paimon could only be thankful for the reprieve in privacy his personal quarters offered. He needed not sleep, but he found it healthier for his overall appearance - one he covets zealously, as with just about every other positive aspect of his very being. He found that resting in his avian form rejuvenated and emboldened its already prim and proper visage. Like letting an ostentatious plumage shed and molt naturally, to be born anew; albeit graying, glistening in beauty all the same. None would scoff at his decision to lavishly lounge upon his expensive mattress, enshrouded at the waist by equally expensive silk sheets, all in a tastefully chosen colour to represent his regality in the prospect of feng shui.

What he was not accustomed to was a sudden, yet gradual increase in pressure downstairs. A sensation not the least bit unfamiliar to him, yet the same could not be said about its umprompted nature this time around. Eyes opened to the halfway, but could not remain so as the force of an instant climax took him by surprise. Perhaps sensing something was off, he had the good forethought to haphazardly clasp the hem of his sleeping garments and move them out of the way, lest they become anointed in his essence.

That which reached an impressive distance in being expelled, splattering across the marble flooring in uniform lines, the monarch himself forced to vocalize a guttural groan, as his frame elegantly contorted in the throes of this strange, phantom pleasure. Teeth biting into each other beneath the shroud of his mask, free arm bent behind his head, chest tightening and breath hitching, and his hips rising off the comfortable surface below.

...by the time it subsided, and Paimon was refunded his clarity, his talons unclenched and released the fresh lacerations carved into the precious fabrics. A tastefully naked frame in display, now with an additional mess left to do away with.

"...how droll..."

[nomaishuttle]

on a semi related note there r like 2 specific times i remember expecting one of my safe foods and getting something entirely different and being SO insanely upset abt it even though the thing i got still tasted good

[beloveds-embrace]

More roomate!au thoughts because, again, my brain never stops. When you move in with them, dont expect to be able to do anything by yourself ever again (unless its housework and their away), your car needs fuel? Dont worry Simon will go with you and fill it up for you and dont even think about trying to pay for it yourself, you tried once and Simon just glared at you so you tucked your card back into your purse. You need to go get a few supplies for college, Price and Gaz are joining you and giving their opinions about the best laptop to get or the best stationary (they fill out enough paperwork that they know the best ones). You're cooking them dinner, Johnnys right by your side following your every order and helping to wash up while you go relax on the sofa waiting for whatevers in the oven. And you will want for nothing, you see a pair of shoes you want while out shopping but their outside of your price range, they arrive at your door a week later just after the boys deploy, you see a pretty necklace on TV and comment on it, Johnnys there behind you fastening it just before your next night out. You lament that your mattess and bed are uncomfortable, a new one arrives the next and it just so happens to be big enough to fit all 5 of you on it.

Yeah, the boys would 1000% give you princess treatment

My mind is still on that drabble so i absolutely love this so so so very much god yes….

Original post

It doesn’t end there, of course. God, they do so, so much for you.

It’s Simon who stands right outside the bathroom door when you get sick late at night, trying to be quiet and not bother anyone yet when you tell him he should go to sleep, you’ll be fine, he doesn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“Don’t need sleep,” he grunts, pulling you against his body. Despite your protests, his warmth alone makes you melt. “Jus’ tell me what you need.”

It’s Gaz who gifts you with a surprise spa day kit after he notices how exhausted you look during your exams, gently pushing aside your laptop. “You look knackered, lovie,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you, alright? You always spoil us when we return anyways, this the least we can do.”

It’s Johnny who immediately knows your day has been shit just from listening the way you shuffle in, shoulders slumped and head downcast.

“Someone steal yer sunshine, hen?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it, Johnny,” you mumble tiredly, yet you have no energy to refuse when he leads you to the couch. “Bad day. I’ll just go to my room-“

“Nah, none o’ that,” he shakes his head, taking your bag. “Sit down, aye? I’ll fix you up something warm.” Though he makes sure to drap a blanket over yours shoulders before he goes into the kitchen, muttering about food.

It’s Price who goes hand in hand with your safety. All of them do make you feel safe but John is just- a bit different.

Once, you were being followed after you finished shopping and like an idiot, you’d forgotten your usual pepper spray you carried. You knew you were being followed because you could feel the eyes constantly on you and you circled the same area several times. Your hands are shaking when you text him, praying to every god-

- john

- Yes, love?

You are too afraid to even crack a smile at his serious punctuation.

- someones following me idk what to d

You don’t wait for him to reply. Just nervously, with too many typos, you tell him where you are and if please can he come or any of the men-

When John appears by your side in no less than five minutes, he just pulls you close to his side.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He ushers you along. “Bloke’s been dealt with. Give me your backs, yeah? Next time tell me or any of the muppets to join you.”

Too late you notice the blood splatters on his knuckles.

Also, remember when I said the original ad had been because they wanted someone to keep the place tidy when they are away? That doesn’t apply when they are home. If they see you cleaning or cooking, they are helping- nu uh, no complaints allowed, they are not about to let you slave away when you have four very capable men at your beck and call.

Hell, once it was Johnny who saw you scrubbing the kitchen floors and he just picked you up and placed you on the counter, tsking at you.

In a few hours, John returned to find all of them cleaning the kitchen; Soap was now dusting, Gaz vaccuming, and Simon wiping the counters.

And you were bundled in the couch corner, cozy and cute.

“What’s all this?” He asked, an eyebrow raised, and you shrug.

“She was tryin’ to clean.” Johnny grumbled from the corner.

“And you didn’t stop her sooner?”

“Bloody stubborn bird,” Ghost was the one who replied this time, not even looking up.

You opened your mouth to argue, but the look John fixed you with made you shut your mouth with a click.

“Good girl.”

The warmth on your cheeks was definitely not from overworking, at least.

You mention needing new clothes? You wake up to Simon’s credit card on your nightstand with a note ordering you to use it. “Strangely”, you can’t find neither your own card nor your wallet.

You also can’t find him, but Kyle’s there and oh wow! He has nothing to do so he will in fact be joining you (and making you model the dresses and outfits and send pictures to the others so you can be drowned in compliments)!

Also i like to hc that john(s) are both huge coffee lovers and they do in fact have those huge, fancy coffee machines yk? They are insulted when they see you drink the cheap, shitty, tasteless instant coffee you are surviving on and from then on, you will wake up every day to warm, fresh coffee made for you <33

Anyways gods i love them sm can you tell 😩😩

[biteyoubiteme]

candy floss

dentist!soobin x fem!reader

synopsis: the one where you love to tease your dentist. wc: 3.2k ✶ warnings: nsfw! oral (m!rec), shy but dom!soobin, oral fixation, throat fucking, finger sucking, choking, deep throating, cumeating, spit mention, semipublic? they do all this in his office space but doors are closed, mentions of dentistry and whatnot also soobin wears gloves, reader had tooth gems, ummm i think thats it sorry if i forgot any ><

an: hi so ive had this in my head for so long i dont know if i got it exactly how i imagined it but yeah >< also why am i only ever writing oral m!rec for soobin??? and why am i not upset bc if im so honest i need that badly-

[m.list] [summer collection m.list]

The last time you had been in the chair to get your cleaning done, you had gone straight downtown to get the little gems glued to your teeth. You hadn't brought it up with your dentist, not that you thought they would mind, the receptionist had been keen on telling you just how well they suited your lip gloss smile. 

The little enhancement had done exactly what you had wanted it to do, bringing you attention to your lips, your mouth as you laughed. For a while, it had been hard to confess how eager you were to keep anything in your mouth, the fixation taking on a life of its own in the form of lollipops. They had brought attention, the kind that made your skin heat and your mouth water. 

But when you didn't find the sweet treat on your tongue, you needed some kind of distraction, something to trace over when you were bored so that you didn't just end up chewing gum right before bed again and again. And the little gems had helped, kept you distracted, and they just so happened to look cute. Although they didn't keep you from the lollipops or the gum, because even sitting there in the chair waiting for your dentist to come in, you blew a pink bubble. 

It was how soobin had walked in on you, sitting back in the navy blue chair all done up in pink, popping your gum, the candy never sticking to your lips when they were so glossed and sparkly, your fingers absentmindedly twisting the hem of your skirt. The angle of the chair had made the jean fabric bunch up around your thighs, creasing until he was sure anyone standing in front of you would have been able to see right up it. 

The sight had made him stutter in his step, in his words, “n-no gum, miss,” he had checked your chart, once, twice over, the film of your dental x-rays giving little away about what he should have expected when he walked in. its not like its the first time hes had you in his chair, and hes sure it wont be the last but he never got over the fact that you were real, as if your chart had been a lie, replaced for someone elses just to tease him. 

“Sorry, I always forget someone else has to check me out after my cleaning,” you mutter, giving a shy smile. You had done it so often, shoving a piece of gum into your mouth the second the room was empty, as if you didn't know the rules already. 

“It's okay,” the words come out more of a breath now that he has your attention, undivided because of the small, intimate room of the office. Even the little TV usually playing the news or some cooking show had been left off, reflecting just you and him in the black of the screen. 

He rushes to get you a cup to toss the gum into for the trash, and instead of taking it into your own hands, he watches as you slide the gum between your teeth, holding it in place like you're waiting for him to bring it closer to your mouth to spit. And he doesn't even question it as he does exactly what you want, lets his hand draw close until you drop the gum into the cup from your tongue. 

You loved to play with him, you did it every time, as if he were something you could twist on the end of your finger, as malleable and elastic as the gum you spat out for him, “you know I'd just swallow it if you weren't always so nice to give me the cup,” 

The blush on his cheeks is hot and instant; he doesn't even have his mask on yet, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he feels your stare burn into him like a warning. He had been working for several years, moving up from a hygienist to a regular dentist who just comes in at the end of the visit to make sure nothing was missed. It's exactly what he was supposed to do now, look over the work his hygienist had done during your cleaning and sign you out, and yet he's frozen like he's never worked a day in his life. 

All because of that smile you kept trained on him. 

He had seen tons of women in his chair and kept it professional without even thinking twice, and you, in a second, had twisted his insides and made him blush over a bit of gum and lip gloss. Never had he rushed to turn away like he was caught looking where he shouldn't have, as if his job wasn't looking at people's mouths, their smiles. You had always been the one to do it for him, made him second guess every step he made. teetering on the line of wanting to rush you out as soon as possible and keep you right there in his chair, looking up at him under your lashes. 

But he was quick to look away, reaching for his gloves and mask to distract himself with a simple, monotonous task that would help regulate his emotions and make him feel less like a perv. Because that's exactly how he felt, like a boy who had walked in on his crush changing. Panic and arousal building up in a deadly cocktail of shame. 

“Okay so you’ve already been cleared of cavities but just to double check, we'll do a quick look around, ill touch up anything the hygienist missed and we can send you back on your way,” he felt like he was walking himself through a reminder, his fingers slipping into the latex free gloves, the material slapping against his wrist before he pulled his mask into place under the weight of his glasses. 

“I know the drill, you act like it's my first rodeo.” You lean back, lying out on the seat while soobin adjusts the light, bringing it down closer to your mouth. The gloss on your lips shines anew, and you know it brings soobins eyes right back in. 

It wasn't as if you didn't know the effect you had on him, the way he had to readjust himself on the little stool next to you, his blush spreading all the way to his ears, his hands always taking a moment to calm their tremble after you teased him. You enjoyed the attention, and the tension built up after every visit you had. 

And it never got any easier for him to have you in his chair, not when he asked you to open your mouth and you listened so well. But you never opened wide enough, not on the first go, not until he placed a gentle finger on your jaw and asked you, “wider,” 

You would follow his instructions, and he would stick his finger into your mouth, run the digit along your bottom teeth, trace the ridges of your back molars like he had them memorized. And he might as well have. He fantasized about your mouth, not necessarily your teeth, but the way your lips had once wrapped around his gloved fingers. It had shocked him then, shaken him into thinking about acting professionally because he needed something to focus on instead of the way your lip gloss had made a shiny ring around his fingers, or how plush your lips had looked wrapped around anything at all. 

He would dream about how you had flattened your tongue, how you would have let him keep his hand right there without a word because you had given him a look he never got out of his mind. And when he had stuttered an apology, you had only chuckled as if it was fun to toy with him. 

Now he let his finger trace along your front teeth, the colorful gems. “Pretty,” it's the only word he could get out, his throat tight when you run your tongue over the spot he had just touched. 

“You like them? I thought about you when I got them done,” you bit your bottom lip. It wasn't a lie, you had thought about soobin often, more than anyone should truly think about their dentist, but the way he acted around you only made you think about him more. 

The first visit had been a lot of blushing and stumbling around, all the same things he found himself unable to conceal. But he was cute, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, veins running up his arms as he tugged on his gloves, his pants getting so tight when you laid your tongue out flat for him when he asked you to open your mouth. It was so easy to tease him, almost as easy as it was for you to decide you loved the reactions he gave when you pushed the buttons he left so easily on display around you. 

“Of me?” he pointed at his chest like he was surprised, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. You didn't need to see his mouth to know the words left him a bit dumbfounded. Because as much as you tried to make it known that you wanted him past the appointment, he never seemed to take your bait. 

“Of course, I think about you a lot, especially when I have something in my mouth.” Just at the mention, he looked to your lips, the way they grinned from him, so coy it might as well rip him into pieces. He knows now that if anyone walked in, he was technically doing his job, but if they looked any further, they would see the way he was fighting back the pressure in his slacks. “You don't think about me, I'm sure, you have so many clients…” 

“Of course I think about you-” he said it in a rush, as if he needed to prove himself, jumping to please you when you pouted over thinking of him thinking about anyone else besides you. But it was the truth, he had thought about you and you alone, the only client he thought about so often it hurt. He felt the ache of your memory every time he imagined someone under him and even more so when he imagined someone sucking him off. 

He could almost picture your lips exactly as they were now, glossy and plush enough to pull him into a kiss with just a grin. He imagined the way they would look wrapped around him, imagined the way your eyes would water for him. Imagined how if he had looked into your mouth after having you exactly the way he wanted you, he would have surely left a bruise on your soft palette because when he thought of you, he never thought of being slow and sweet. 

“Really?” Your hands twisted in your mini skirt, the fabric bunched up just enough now that he could see the flash of your pink panties, like you were begging him to look. “How often do you think about me?”  

This was dangerous, he knew he shouldn’t play this way with you, knew it because he had thought of all the ways he could have you right on this very chair, thought about how he wouldnt be able to keep himself quite, not after one night of him fucking into his fist, lubed with his own spit, and moaning out the your name like he was asking for forgiveness. “Enough to know I shouldn't,” 

Even that seemed like too much to give you, and he was right because you would make a mile out of an inch. He could see it in your eyes, see the way you looked down at his belt. “I could help with that, I'm sure once would get it out of our system,” 

Fire, he could feel it slipping over him, his hands felt suddenly too empty, his body too exposed under your line of sight, and he couldn't deny it any longer when he had all but confessed to thinking about you when he shouldn't be. “I shouldn't-” 

“But do you want to?” You tested the waters, your fingertips just brushing over his knee, his leg jumping inward, creating enough pressure against the bulge in his pants to make him whine. 

It's an involuntary sound, the kind he only lets slip when he's at home with his eyes closed and he's imagining you, your mouth. And soobin had never claimed to be anything but a weak man; he doesn't even notice he's nodding until his hair is in his eyes, the loose strands making him blink back to the reality of the situation he's found himself in. “I can't- I'll be loud-” 

You pout, a full bottom lip kind of pout that makes everything he had been considering denying impossible to turn away from. He had kept himself from thinking more for so long; every teasing visit, every lingering touch, every held look that passed over the line between work and intimacy. It made him ache to say no, and it ripped him apart to see your mouth any less full of him. “Fuck it,” 

He tugs his mask off, gloves breaking with his harsh pull when he peels them off. You almost can't believe you've gotten him to cave, at least not until you're watching him loosening his belt and you're falling to your knees on the cold linoleum floor. You eagerly reach up to help him with his zipper, the sound of it mixing with the inhale Soobin took when feeling your hands so close to where he had dreamt. 

For a long time you had imagined what it would be like to suck him off right in this very office, how big he would be, how fast he would finish, how long he’d let you keep him in your mouth. You had only just pulled the fabric of his pants down for them to rest low on his hips, the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs clinging to him, when he stopped you, his hand cupping along the back of your skull, forcing you to look right up at him from where you were on your knees. 

With his free hand, he pressed his thumb against your bottom lip and muttered, “Open,” the command echoing around you, his eyes trapping you below him as he looked down his nose at you. Without contest, you let your lips fall open for his fingers, the two slim digits followed by the second demand, “Wider,” 

Without him asking, you flattened your tongue, letting him lay his fingers, still tasting of power from the gloves, against the space you had made for him. “Wider still, I might be a lot for you to fit,” he said it not in a proud way but as a warning, as if he was worried he might make your jaw sore, but it only made your mouth water, your body eager to have him in any way that you could. 

He didn't even wait for you to listen to him this time; his hand holding your head pushed you forward on his fingers, letting them slide along your tongue as if testing the space he would soon fill. “Suck,” you closed your mouth, sucking and taking the length as he guided your movements, your tongue swirling as you blinked up at him and his half-shocked expression on his face. 

You were so obedient, clenching your thighs, wet from nothing but having your mouth fucked by his fingers. Standing there, he could have forgotten himself if not for the way you whimpered, your hands reaching out for his thighs, nails digging into him like a plea for more. 

When he pulled his fingers from your mouth, he placed them on his own tongue, tasting you as if he had pulled them from between your legs. And when you finally pulled him from his pants, he bit back a moan at the pressure you applied right at the base of him. It took so much of him not to use the hand he had on the back of your head to rush the process, to push you right down on him and lose control in the warmth of you.

His knees felt hollow the second your thumb brushed his tip, collecting the precum building up, your greedy, glossy-lipped smile biting into his resolve. 

You leaned in, lips ghosting over his delicate skin, one hand holding him in place, the other circling his tip, as you kissed along his veins before licking a single stripe up the trail you had just created, your strawberry lip gloss making him taste sweet. 

It was enough teasing for him because any more and he wouldn't be able to catch his breath, wouldn't be able to keep himself from embarrassment. The second your mouth was around him, he pushed you down, the warmth of your mouth making him groan low in his throat, the sound so hard to contain when it came from somewhere so deep inside of himself. 

You sucked, the wetness of your mouth coating him when you tried to pull away, your hand pumping what didn't make it back between your lips. You blinked up at him, his mind foggy around the sight, his stomach twisting with a familiar pleasure he had never felt so fast before. Your cheeks hollowed around him until he was holding in his whimpers. And when you moaned around him at the sight of just how disheveled he was, he couldn't stop himself from pushing you farther down his cock without remorse. 

He could feel the weak yelp echoing in your mouth at the shock of the movement, soon turning into a reverberating moan that raced up his spine and down his thighs, clenching and struggling to keep him upright at a time like this. You let him guide your head, let yourself relax your jaw enough for him to use you as he wished, because as soon as he felt himself slip down your throat, he was a goner. 

It was enough to nearly make you gag, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, spilling and ruining your makeup, spit gathering on your bottom lip until it was a mess along your chin. He used both hands now, hips fucking into your mouth while he held you steady, while you took all he had to give you. 

Glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, he clenched his eyes, the pressure in his gut tightening as you moaned, his stomach and balls clenching before he gasped out spilling streams of his cum onto your tongue without stopping his sloppy thrusts. 

When he pulled away, you hardly had time to catch your breath, your lips a mess of spit, cum, and lip gloss. Lashes heavy with tears, you blinked up at him, his cock still hard between you two, the tip connected to your bottom lip with a fine thread of saliva, broken when he bent and cupped your throat in his grasp. 

You clawed at his forearm, nails digging in as you tried to find yourself in the hazy, lust-filled cloud you had found yourself. His palm a welcome weight with just the right amount of pressure against your windpipe as he muttered, “swallow,” and he felt the action in his hand as you did exactly as he said. Soobin let his grip loosen enough to catch your jaw, pulling you into a messy kiss, tasting of strawberries and salt. 

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people we meet on vacation | alex albon

filipino!reader x alex albon fc: aiah arceta, lily muni he, others on pinterest

during a solo trip to manila, alex tried to figure out the city by himself (which wasn't the easiest task ever...) lucky for him, he got a free, unofficial tour guide!

a/n: taglish au i've been ITCHING to make. translations included (not all are direct translations)! some jokes make more sense in tagalog 😭 filo f1 fans wya!!!!! (i would make this on tiktok but it's so hard to get views there)

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day 1.

alex_albon mabuhay! 🇵🇭 liked by georgerussell63, lando, and others

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user1 PHILIPPINES MENTIONED

user2 UY PILIPINS ‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🫵🫵

georgerussell63 i better get souvenirs

lando 👆👆 if we dont get souvenirs, u dont love us charles_leclerc (2)

user3 the filo aus are gonna have a field day with this

user4 this might be the closest i get to a race

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day 2.

"Hi, excuse me, how much is it to get to..." It felt like a dream, hearing a British accent in the tricycle terminal near Legarda station.

"100 pesos, sir!" The tricycle driver said, cheerfully. 100?! That's unreasonable!

You could've ignored it, you could've walked away, things like this happen all the time. But you didn't.

"Uy, kanina pa kita hinahanap! Andito ka lang pala di ka tumawag." [Translation: Hey, I've been looking for you! You were just here this whole time and you didn't call.] You say, putting on a smile and the thickest filipino accent you could muster up.

Both the tricycle driver and him looked at you "Sorry, who..." He questions as you take him by the wrist, away from earshot of the tricycle driver.

"He was giving you an unreasonable price. 100 is too much, it's usually around 60 pesos." You explain, now realizing how absurd that experience must be for the guy. "I'm sorry, that was random. Wow this is embarrassing. Um, I'm Y/n. I guess. Bye!"

You were about to walk away when he laughed. "Well I should've known better than to ask for the price as a non-local. Thanks for helping me there. I'm Alex."

You both walk side by side, not sure exactly where you're both headed. "This might be a big favor but do you think you could show me around? It's my first time here and I'm just by myself." He asks, avoiding eye contact.

"What like a personal tour guide?" Wow, this man could easily be kidnapped.

"I guess...? Only if you want to, though! Not forcing."

"Deal, as long as I get paid by the hour." He thinks about it. Like actually considers it.

"50 euros an hour, how does that sound?" Euros?!?! Damn, this man is RICH rich.

"NO, I'M JOKING. I'll do it for free." You say even though the idea of getting paid that much doesn't sound so bad. "It's the least I could do for catching you off guard back there."

You spend the rest of the afternoon showing him around the area, eating, talking, meeting some fans in UST (he was apparently famous?), and eating again.

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alex_albon i am, in fact, lost in the city liked by youruser, lando, and others

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🔒 youruser ibalik ang korona sa espanya !!! liked by alex_albon

81astriss i don't know the translation of this but it came from this audio lmaoao

user1 TANGINA KUNG KELAN DI AKO PUMASOK [translation: FUCK HE'S THERE WHEN I DIDN'T GO TO SCHOOL]

user2 got a pic with him at dapitan 😛😛

user3 alexa play jealous by nick jonas ↳ user4 pakihanap po pake ko [translation: do i look like i care]

user5 the way he's in manila when we FULLY EXPECTED him to be at bgc oml 😭😭😭😭

user6 bro is here for the authentic ph experience WHAJAHJQHJAHHQ

lando skill issue imagine getting lost

user7 alex albon L.L. confirmed

user8 aLex aLbon ↳ user9 omg ure on something ↳ user7 yes let us cook 🔥🙏

user10 WHO TOOK THE PIC

🔒 youruser idk but they're a good photographer 😼

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day 3.

now playing: Pangarap Lang Kita - Parokya ni Edgar 🔒 youruser ganto pala pag may ka-binondo date [translation: so this is how it feels like to go on a binondo date] liked by alex_albon, and 142 others

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friend1 HELLO??? DATE?

friend2 sarap ng bbq pwede ka ba maging bbq [translation: barbecue tastes good, do you want to be my baby?]

81astriss this makes more sense in tagalog i promise 😞

friend3 sino yang ka date mo at bat parang di ako yan [translation: who are you on a date with and why is it not me]

friend4 sarap ng kain [translation: what you're eating must be delicious]

🔒 youruser mas masarap ako [translation: i taste better] ↳ friend4 oh yes !

friend5 girl why is alex albon in your likes

friend5 GIRL WHY IS ALEX ALBON FOLLOWING YOU URE ON A PRIV ACCOUNT TF

friend6 sana di ka nanakawan [translation: i hope no one pickpocketed you]

↳ friend7 tondo date naman next, saksakan kami ng kadate mo [translation: go on a date in tondo next, me and your date will stab each other (oh this sounds concerning 😰)]

🔒 youruser GRABE SYA 😭😭😭 [translation: THATS CRAZY]

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alex_albon 🏮🥢 liked by youruser, friend5, georgerussell63 and others

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user1 BINONDO DATE WITH ALEX ALBON

user2 povs are gonna go crazy!

user3 PANGARAP LANG KITA 😣😣😣😣 [translation: I CAN ONLY DREAM OF BEING WITH YOU 😣😣😣😣]

user4 i ❤️ chinitos

user5 alexa play waltz of four left feet by shirebound

user6 di ko naman yata ikamamatay kung di ko makita si alex albon [translation: i don't think i'll die if i don't get to see alex albon]

friend5 last slide?????????? youruser liked by youruser

user7 UGHHHH POGI PA RIN KAHIT NAKATALIKOD [translation: ughhhh he still looks good from the back]

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day 4.

alex_albon "poging tambay sa bgc" or whatever the hell that means liked by georgerussell63, lando, youruser, and others

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user1 nasawa na sa kanal humor [translation: he's gotten tired of the kanal humor]

user2 second time i've seen him in the ph #meanttobe

user3 God i've see what you've done for others 😔

81astriss i need to stop using that pic of alex

lando how much are you willing to bet that he found someone

georgerussell63 my future kids ↳ carmenmmundt please don't use our future kids as a wager alex_albon ihyk i see your comments

user5 we're just going to pretend we didn't notice that second slide

user6 must've been the wind! 🙈🙉

carlossainz55 i agree you are pogi 😉

user7 ayan nag bgc na nga [translation: he finally went to bgc]

friend5 asan na bgc post mo youruser [translation: where's your bgc post?]

🔒 youruser inamo rin e [translation: fuck you]

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🔒 youruser feeling burgis [translation: feeling rich] liked by alex_albon, friend5, and 167 others

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friend1 BWISET ANO TO [translation: BITCH WHAT IS THIS]

friend2 INANG SOFT LAUNCH YAN AH [translation: NOT THE SOFT LAUNCH]

friend3 SOFT PA BA YAN [translation: IS THIS STILL CONSIDERED A SOFT LAUNCH]

friend4 "if i can't get rich, i'll marry rich" mindset

🔒 youruser not a gold digger but yesss get that bag 🔥

friend5 sabi na nga ba [translation: i knew it]

🔒 youruser shhhh

friend6 ok pwede na idelete [translation: okay you can delete this now]

friend7 pag inggit pikit [translation: if you're jealous, just close your eyes]

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day 5.

now playing: Spoliarium - Eraserheads 🔒 youruser fav high school subject was history liked by alex_albon, friend5, and others

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alex_albon 📸: alex_albon

🔒 youruser ok we get it you take good pics ↳ friend5 THIS IS NOT A REGULAR OCCURRENCE ???? ↳ friend5 oh jesus i forgot you didn't watch f1 ↳ alex_albon WHAT

friend1 gala nang gala ah [translation: you keep going out]

friend2 may kadate nanaman 'to [translation: i bet she's on a date again]

friend3 so we're just going to ignore the fucking f1 driver?

friend5 THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING friend5 HOW DO YOU EVEN END UP IN THIS SITUATION

friend4 so prettyyyy!!!!!! liked by creator

friend4 yung painting di ikaw [translation: the painting, not you] ↳ youruser SAMA MO HWAJHAHJQHA [translation: YOU'RE SO MEAN HWAJHAHJQHA]

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alex_albon national museum of fine arts liked by youruser, lando, georgerussell63, and others

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lando NOT THE MUSEUM DATE

georgerussell63 MATE YOU'VE BEEN THERE FOR 5 DAYS

🔒 youruser omg who took those pics 🫣🫣

alex_albon my tour guide ↳ 🔒 youruser making her do free labor is crazy in this economy ↳ alex_albon i insisted on paying! ↳ 🔒 youruser that was sarcasm and she insisted that you don't pay!

user1 fav conspiracy theory is alex had a secret filipina gf for years and theyve been secretly married

user2 why would he keep her a secret ↳ user1 bc its a forbidden love romeo and juliet scenario, her parents dont approve of him so he went away to become an f1 driver then he comes back when hes so successful to finally win over her parents user3 what in the wattpad user4 when i enter a "make up a fake scenario" contest and user1 is my competition 😧

friend5 by any chance can you get me free paddock passes

friend5 this is youruser i forgot my password ↳ 🔒 youruser that is NOT me. she is a FRAUD

georgerussell63 we are not ignoring this mystery girl, albono

lando we SEE your posts charles_leclerc you are the topic in the imessage group chat carlossainz55 answer the gc alex stop ghosting us

user5 I WAS AT NATL MUSEUM YESTERDAY ARE YOU KIDDING ME

user5 right place wrong time 💔

user6 an art gallery could never be as unique as you 🫶

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day 6.

It was Alex's last day before his flight at 2am. The past week has been entertaining to say the least.

You didn't know much about tourism but you brought him to all your favorite spots in the area. From the busiest streets, to the quietest museums, he went everywhere with you in this city. Something about him not being with you the next time you went there felt... off.

From that day in the tricycle terminal, you two just clicked perfectly. If Alex Albon could already become a semi-major part in your life in a span of 6 days, what more if he was with you for the rest of your life?

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Alex arrives at your house and he was immediately greeted by your dog and little sister (not the same creature).

"Ate! Andito na si Kuya Alex!" Your sister calls out [ate = older sister; kuya = older brother] [translation: Y/n! Alex is here!"]

He brought a box of ensaymada from Mary Grace and placed it on the table for your mother, who was extremely grateful.

You were on the way down the stairs when you heard your sister talking to him. Her english was broken and he was trying his best to understand what she was trying to say, while he pet the dog who was now lying down on his lap.

You couldn't help but melt at the sight. He fits right in this home of yours.

Lunch flew by quickly. Your mother got to know Alex more and so did you. With every childhood story he shared, you felt more and more drawn to him than ever. Like you just wanted him to stay here forever.

He helped clean the dishes, much to your mother's dismay, and you cleaned the dining table.

This felt right. The two of you in one house, doing something homely of some sort. It made you feel complete. To Alex, it felt natural. Like this is what he was meant to be doing.

And then it was done. You wanted him to stay with you in this house for just a bit longer but that felt like you would be asking for too much.

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The drive to the airport was dreadful. You were trying to delay him leaving as much as you could. Stopping when the light was only on yellow, passing by the route which had more traffic, not going over 60kph. It was painfully obvious you didn't want him to leave.

Yes, it was selfish. Especially because a week ago you didn't even know each other! And now you're praying that he misses his flight just so you can spend a bit more time together.

On the passenger seat was Alex, staring blankly at God knows what, occasionally looking over at you. Deep down he didn't want to leave yet. Maybe if you drove a tad bit slower he could "accidentally" miss his flight? Can he cancel his entire flight for you? Yes. Does he want to? Oh absolutely. The question is: will he?

You arrived at the airport right on time. This is it. You helped him unload his stuff, avoiding eye contact.

"So this is all your stuff?" You said, gesturing to the 3 bags in front of him.

He inhales. "Yeah, that's all."

None of you moved. He was supposed to walk inside the airport but he refused to move.

"So um... stay in touch?" He fidgets with the zipper of his luggage.

"I will. I'll miss going around with you."

"I'll miss you," He pauses then pulls out his wallet. He takes out a 100 euro bill and hands it to you. "Compensation for putting up with me for the past week."

You shake your head. "No, I refuse to take this."

"Take it, think of it as a tip instead of a real payment. Please, I insist."

"And I insist that you board your plane now."

"That's not how that works actually-"

"Well I don't know, I've never been on a plane!"

The time he had left to spend with you was almost up. You check the time then take out a 1000 peso bill. "Here. Although I'm a hundred percent sure the euro is worth way more."

He just smiles at you then walks away. You wanted to run after him but what a stupid move that would be for someone you met barely a week earlier.

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tagged: youruser alex_albon it is indeed more fun in the philippines 💁‍♂️ shoutout to my unprofessional tour guide. u were the best one i could ever ask for. i'll miss you. liked by youruser, lando, georgerussell63, and others

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user1 HE'S A VICTIM OF THE FILIPINO YEARNING EXPERIENCE

user2 i dont believe in love at first sight but

🔒 youruser don't make me cry i just got home.

🔒 youruser i hate you never come back (come back asap ill miss you m8)

friend5 this is crazy

user3 alex i have a nangungulila playlist if u need it 😞 [nangungulila = to miss/long for someone]

lando have a safe flight

lando we have a lot to talk about when you get back 🤨

georgerussell63 we got a reveal everyone cheered

user4 SO SHE WAS THE ONE HE WAS WITH AT NATL MUSEUM

user5 and binondo!! ↳ user6 and bgc... and literally his entire stay in the ph

friend5 i hate to say it but i told you so

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tagged: alex_albon 🔒 youruser hope u enjoyed ur stay. come back soon bc my sister wont stop asking me abt you liked by alex_albon, friend5, georgerussell63, and 217 others

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alex_albon are all your pics of me eating

🔒 youruser no i just only take out my phone when eating 🔒 youruser youre not a big back!!! your back is average? sized? idk

friend1 GOOD CHOICE GOOD CHOICE

friend2 BAGAY GAGO [translation: DAMN YOU LOOK GOOD TOGETHER]

friend3 bro is just casually friends with alex albon

friend3 pasabi pareto kay lando [translation: ask him if he can set me up with lando]

friend4 si mystery man pala to e [translation: it's mystery man!!]

friend5 i still cant comprehend this tbh

🔒 youruser i cant comprehend that it's only been a week ↳ friend5 THAT TOO

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1 year later.

tagged: alex_albon youruser first monthsary yeah liked by alex_albon, friend5, lando, and 217,043 others

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alex_albon 1 year of friendship and pining but happy 1 month ❤️

youruser PROBLEMA PAREHO TAYONG TORPE NUN E HAJSHDKH [translation: THE PROBLEM BACK THEN WAS THAT WE WERE BOTH SCARED TO ADMIT OUR FEELINGS HAJSHDKH] ↳ alex_albon baby ily please translate ↳ youruser pls never call me baby again thats so cringe

georgerussell63 ah i remember the good old days when you were still unknown

youruser okay lolo did you take your meds [lolo = grandfather/old man]

friend5 BEEN HERE SINCE DAY 1 liked by creator

friend3 #1 supporter i better not hear any objections

friend5 oh who is you

lando ok this is adorable icl

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tagged: youruser alex_albon i better see more tour guide to lovers fics on wattpad now 😼😼 happy monthsary, my beautiful stunning ethereal majestic slightly big backed gf liked by lando, youruser, georgerussell63, and others

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youruser im choosing to ignore the big backed comment liked by creator

youruser send me the wattpad fics u find

alex_albon duh of course i will

user1 this is so cute but how does he know about wattpad.

user2 y'all are adorable... annabelle get them

georgerussell63 double date ft. lando when

lando im free whenever alex_albon 👆 me too

lando my parents ❤️

alex_albon is it too late to disown you

user3 ALEX PULLED A BADDIE

friend5 so about the paddock pass

alex_albon i'm working on it 🫡 ↳ friend5 OH MY GOD YOU'RE AMAZING youruser please marry this man

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super rushed ending agaiinnnnnn :(( i'm so tired lol. target audience was for my filo f1 fans if you're out they say hi plsplsplspsls ily all hope u enjoyed this mwamwa i hope this does well despite my language not being the best huhuhu

also this is nothing like the book by emily henry which i've been meaning to read but like yeah IF IT'S GOOD PLS LMK

♡ xine