#and notifs are increasing and coming in waves

[ruhlare]

every time i post about palestine my activity on my other posts also declines and i lose around 10 followers + why is free palestine not trending anymore :)

[seungsuki]

idol - learning what real love is about (gn!reader)

warning: none

note: i don’t think you understand how much i like karma 

paparazzi swarm the idol who leaves the airport hoping to be left alone. a mask covers your exhaustion, and your legs almost give way. “the flawless star who greedily steals hearts”—a title the news loves to use as clickbait.

you returned to japan from your trip to germany. being an influential figure, you were invited to watch a match between a german team and a french team. coming back home, you realized how cold it was. christmas decorations covered the entire country. it was his birthday, and you looked forward to celebrating it.

you whispered to your manager about the cake you preordered. with the confirmation, you sighed in relief, bracing yourself for the huge crowd awaiting you beyond the airport gates. you knew the poor doors couldn’t hold back the crazy fans.

the security team surrounded you without you even asking. it was something you were accustomed to. the tired men were there to protect japan’s snow fairy. it was their extra duty, and you pitied them for having to work despite it being a holiday.

“[name], we’re ready,” one of the men spoke.

“alright. thank you,” you pulled your mask down to flash a tired smile.

just like that, you linked your arm to your manager for support. you knew how the pushing around would make you fall. your legs were at the mercy of the icy winds of japan. cursing your choice of outfit, you finally walked out of the protected gates. it was going to be challenging to reach the car, but you were determined. or maybe that was your poor attempt to gaslight yourself into making the situation less tiring.

you are surrounded by thousands of eyes that obsessively follow your every movement. how you just want to collapse on your bed after the long flight, but you can’t. it was already challenging to leave the airport in one piece. the gaslighting was of no use as your anxiety spiked and your sweaty palms nearly dropped your phone.

no one cares about your well-being. they were too busy pushing the security team to pass you gifts. letters were thrown around and stepped upon. the security team pushed everyone that came in their way. you could see some of your fans fall flat with tears.

your headphones blocked the screaming of your name. you increased the volume of the song you were listening to in hopes of drowning out your sudden feeling of claustrophobia. you hated crowds and often asked your fans not to disturb your peace, but it was a waste of time. your fans acted more like toddlers, throwing death threats and accusing you of not loving them enough.

apparently, you were supposed to be grateful for them showing up. oh, how you have to keep the millions of thoughts swarming your mind when you read those comments. it was always what the world wanted, not what you wanted, and you were supposed to just smile and wave. you knew that the media would twist your actions right now. you weren’t interacting with anyone, eyes glued to the ground so you wouldn’t fall. you knew that people would call you out, but you were tired. tired of everything life threw at you.

finally, you made it into the car your company had prepared. you caught the breath you had been holding in. beside you sat a pile of letters and expensive gifts your fans had thrown at you without a care. you didn’t blame them; anyone would love to be near their idol. what you didn’t like was the idea of your personal space being snatched away against your will.

picking up your phone, you looked down to see the time. it was time for school, a thought that made you internally groan. the lack of sleep was kicking in, and you could feel yourself becoming overwhelmed and agitated. you couldn’t change into your uniform as time was ticking faster than you could imagine.

lost in your thoughts, you were brought back to reality by notifications from your phone. specifically, a familiar ringtone different from your other notifications. you kept it different for him and him alone—your secret lover, karma akabane.

karma >:) coming to class?

the only person who ever saw you as human. your personal cheerleader who you only kept your eyes on. karma loved you even before your entire idol career. now, with a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, it was difficult to see each other. sometimes you wonder why he still stuck with you. he deserved better… so much better.

karma >:) i know you saw my message don’t ignore me i’ll smash your guitar

you laugh—a genuine laugh that hasn’t come out in a long time. he always knows how to make you happy. the guilt eats at you even more. he gave you his heart, and you know he deserves better… but you want to be greedy.

“the flawless star who greedily steals hearts,” you mumble to yourself, seeing the article pop up on your screen.

can you be greedy? you want to be greedy for karma’s love. in his opinion, you should be greedy for more. it feels wrong. you are an idol. japan’s prodigy, shining brightly under the applause of the audience.

you always fake your love for the world, faking the perfect smile as people gush over the genius idol. meeting karma was different. you learned true love for the first time. the cosmic light reborn, finally finding love.

you know what would happen if the media found out. they would eat you alive and never let you live the life you want. it feels wrong, but you want more. you want to love karma until he gets sick of it. he needs to know just how much you love him, even if it is wrong.

your secret love story is kept hidden from the prying eyes of the world. you can already imagine the maniacal smiles of the media, ready to do anything to get the hottest gossip about you, but you don’t care anymore.

you want karma to know how much you love him. he needs to know that this isn’t one-sided, even if it means you would get in trouble from your management

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[1percentcharge]

im sure i still have a lot of bots following me, but with hard work and dedication, i wiped out the two waves of bot hordes that i was bombarded by a few months ago (in addition to some other bots and maybe a stray real person or two). im literally down to 17.8k HAHAHAHA. those hordes were no joke, im still wondering where the fuck they came from? like i mentioned this at the time but i didnt get any following notifications for them, i would just see my "followers" number increase rapidly. i know this site has a bot problem but i really hope that doesn't come back

[kjmainuwu]

Spying?

Dom! Bang chan x Sub! Male reader

Description: Smut! Bang chan and reader are both idols(and dating), and after a long day Chan just wants a release so he does what he does🔥. Reader finds him in their bedroom and a night of romance is followed.

(This is my first ever fanfic so please send recommendations!!)

Narrators POV:

Its been a long day for all JYP idols, especially for the groups St☆r and Stray Kids. Both of the groups are preparing for a comeback and a tour. But of course they had to practice, they did not want to disappoint the st☆ardust and stay around the world. But it seems that two of the idols have been neglecting each other for too long to the point that they barely see each other even though they live together. Those certain idols are Y/n from St☆r and Bang Chan from Stray Kids. And it seems that due to their neglect both of them need a release of stress after all the schedules for practice, planning, and recording has been overwhelming.

Y/n POV:

"Ok I think thats enough for today team!" Said the leader of St☆r. "Gosh that was tiring how much longer till the comeback?" Said Y/n. "Just a couple more weeks Y/n." Said their main dancer. "Well lets get dried up so we can finally have a break even if its just a couple hours." Said Y/n. "Hmm, why the heck do I have so many notifications?" Said Y/n.

Chrissy wake up😴😴

Y/n!

I ended our practice early so i kinda went ahead...

Dont wait for me!

I'll be waiting at home ❤️

Sre you soon!

Kk! We just finished so

I'll be home soon!

Chans POV:

"Ok almost home... gosh i just cant get that image out of my head." The said image was a nude photo of his boyfriend he took weeks before their preparations for the comebacks started. It just couldn't get out of his mind, eventually he realized tent had formed in his pants. His thoughts just kept taking over he can feel his girth slowly increase in size he just couldn't help it. As soon as he got home he bolted to their shared bedroom and he took off his pants and he touched his girth covered by his boxers. He slowly started rubbing, each rub sending waves of endorphins around his body. He couldnt help but moan his boyfriends name each rub. As he was enjoying he sees a sparkle in the door open ajar.

Y/n POV:

"Finally Im home, gosh I cant wait for this day to be over." As soon as Y/n opened the door he could hear his name in small moans coming from his and his boyfriends shared bedroom. As he took of his shoes he slowly crept up the stairs he notices the moans getting louder and louder. As he arrived to their bedroom he saw his boyfriend on the bed enjoying himself. He just couldnt help it, he took out his phone and snapped a photo of his boyfriend. Little did he know the glass of his camera reflected the moonlight causing his phone to shine ehich his boyfriend of course noticed.

Narrators POV:

As the moonlight gleamed on Y/n's phone the eyes of his boyfriend darted to the door creak he crept of the bed his girth left untamed. As he got to the doorframe he turned his hand and grabbed his boyfriends collar dragging him onto the bed, as his boyfriend dragged him y/n yelped. As y/n landed onto the bed his boyfriend pounced on him, and he started to kiss his boyfriend. Y/n could feel his boyfriends excitement pooling, his girth poking at his thigh. Y/n couldn't help it as his member also started to grow. "You're getting excited now arent ya." Said chan. "I cant help it, you just grabbed me and started pounced on me." As they were making out Y/n started to remove his pants, his other hand on his boyfriends nape, he could feel the heat pool up. As soon as his pants were fully removed he used all his power to flip their position. He slowly crawled downwards to his member gripping it with his hand he could feel it was long, hard and veiny. Y/n started to slwoly jerk his and onto his member. Each jerk he could feel the veins carresing his skin as Chan moans. "Im close!" Said chan. So y/n covered his boyfriends head with his mouth, he could feel the release slowly spurt out as hot white cum. He tried to swallow as much as he could but some inevitably spilled from the sides of his mouth. Just a couple seconds after his release Chan immediately grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer, he put some on his hand and then he slathered some onto his long and girthy member he shivers as the cold sensations travels through his body. He pulls his boyfriend up and flipped both of them. He was joe on top of y/n. He slowly took off his boyfriends boxers exposing his plump butt. He slathered the remaining lube on his hand on y/n's hole making him shiver as the cold sensation shocks him. "I'll put 2 fingers in okay? Get ready." Said Chan. He did as he said sending a pulse of endorphins into y/n. His long slender fingers slowly expanded his tight hole. "Adding another one get ready." He did as he said but it wasnt enough for both of them. "Just put it in already!" Said Y/n. Wanting to release already Chan shoved his member into y/n's tight hole he slowly started thrusting in snd out hmof y/n who was letting out small moans each time as Chan lets out pants and moaned. He started thrusting faster and faster leading y/n to jerk his hips upwards towards his boyfriends. Each thrust brought them closer and closer to release. "Fuck, Im close." Said Chan. "Mmhhm* same". As they got closer and closer Chan buckled his hips as hot white semen spurted out of his cock filling his boyfriend, y/n covered his and his boyfriends stomachs in his sticky white semen. After they released Chan fell sideways onto the bed. They were panting and gasping for air as they held each others hands l. Y/n flopped onto his boyfriends chest panting. "Thank you. I think we both needed that." Said y/n. "No. Thank you i just cant get you out of my mind." "I think that calls for a couple more rounds?" Says y/n. Chan just looked at y/n and grinned mentally preparing himself for the night ahead of him.

[winterchimez]

Read Your Mind | Lee Hyunjae

SUMMARY: both you and Hyunjae had a mutual agreement to begin this whole friends-with-benefits relationship from the start, but now his contradicting actions and behaviour make you question what you both truly are at this point.

PAIRING: fwb Hyunjae x f!reader

GENRE: angst, suggestive

WARNINGS: kissing, making-out, arguments, unrequited love (like the first ⅔ of the fic, but there's a happy ending folks 🥹), mentions of s*x

WORD COUNT: 3,661

A/N: i've been jamming to sabrina carpenter's read your mind lately, hence this fic was born! special shout-out to my fellow sabrina enthusiast @heemingyu for hyping me up throughout the process & reading it through for me as well 😭🫶🏻

update!! this is now part of emails i can't send fwd: series (collab with @heemingyu) ✨

You slammed your laptop down shut as soon as you saw that the clock on the wall struck at half-two. Not wasting any time, you quickly packed all your belongings into your backpack and left the lecture hall immediately. 

Oh, how you’ve always dreaded long lectures like today, which lasted for approximately three hours since your lecturer insisted on finishing up the modulus before letting you off for the long weekend ahead. 

As you made your way out of the hall, you were immediately joined by your group of friends, who were quickly catching up with you, telling you how there’s this new Korean BBQ restaurant in town and how you guys must try it since there’s a limited promotion going on there. It was a Friday night—of course, you had to agree. 

That was until your phone from your back pocket buzzed. 

You took out your mobile and quickly scanned through the notification that just popped up on your screen. 

🎁: Hey, meet me at my place tonight at 8pm? The usual.

A long exasperated sigh left your lips as soon as you saw that message since you knew what it exactly meant.

And how you have been doing it constantly for the past 6 months without anyone besides you two knowing about this whole deal. 

Your friends clearly noticed how quickly your facial expressions shifted and began asking if something was the matter. As usual, you brushed them off and told them how your family issues had come up again and that you wouldn’t be able to join them for the night.

Using your usual pouting facial expression to convince your friends that you’ll definitely make it for the next one, you hope that it will indirectly tell them how you feel sorry about it and stop making them pressure you with more questions. 

Waving them goodbye, you turn your heel in the opposite direction, making your way to the destination that your so-called friend has been expecting you to be.

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath before you eventually mustered up the courage to head to where you had to be. 

Here we go again.

You were now on his lap, straddling his waist while his grip tightened around you. Both of you were having a steamy makeout session, lips exploring each other’s like there was no tomorrow, while both of your hands began touching one another, which increased the arousal that you both were feeling at that moment.

Finally, after a while, he gives you a little moment to have a breather while he travels down to your neck and begins leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to your collarbone. Once he got there, he began sucking it a little too hard, one that you knew would definitely leave a hickey behind, and you’ll definitely need to use your handy-dandy concealer to cover them up the next day. 

His hands begin travelling up to your chest, where he begins squeezing one of your breasts, which is where he gets an elicit moan in return, turning him on for the next move he is about to pull. 

“Can I… take your clothes off, Y/N?” 

“Go ahead, Jae.” 

The next thing that happened was that both of your clothes were scattered throughout the floor, and you were now lying in bed with Hyunjae hovering over you. Both of your lips are now reconnected, tongues intertwining with one another, leaving no room for a breather. 

Just as you thought things would get a little spicier, the male suddenly stopped in his tracks. 

“No.” 

“Hyunjae? Is everything alright?”

“No. I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t do this anymore.” 

Hyunjae then gets up and sits on the bed, and you follow by sitting up next to him. Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, you looked at him with the look of concern and sincerity in your eyes. 

“Care to share about what’s going through your mind?” 

Hyunjae sighed deeply before furrowing his eyebrows as he stared off into the ceiling. “I’m not sure, Y/N. I know we both agreed on this from the start. But lately, I just don’t feel like this was the same as before.” 

It was true. You both began this whole friends-with-benefits situation because Hyunjae had recently broken off with his ex, and he was feeling slightly lonely. Both of you were only coursemates and nothing else. Eventually, you both got close with one another when you were assigned to be lab partners in one of the subjects within the course.

You noticed how Hyunjae wasn’t as goofy and bright as he was previously, and you decided to check up on him and asked if anything was the matter and if you could at least extend a helping hand to him. Initially, he was reluctant to tell you the truth. After a period of time, he made the deal and spat out what had been bothering him for so long.

Making it clear that he was heartbroken and needed a company, you somehow convinced him that you could do that if he desperately needed them. Though both of you had made it clear to one another that he would not envision you as his ex whenever you did the deed, he merely needed company to satisfy his sexual desires. Adding to the fact that neither of you would fall for each other. You were more than happy to do that so long as you both did not break each other’s boundaries. 

Things started out fine in the beginning, and he started to feel better and presentable at lectures, which made it seem like everything was working out fine. In return, you got to expand your knowledge on romance since you have never had a partner in the past 22 years of your life. In other words, it was kind of a win-win situation for both parties. 

However, you have begun to notice how things have changed from all of your recent makeouts with the male himself. There was this awkward tension in the air, contradicting what you both had agreed on beforehand. There are multiple times—like tonight when Hyunjae suddenly breaks off the kiss and tells you both how you guys are done for the day.

Something was bothering him, and neither of you knew what it was all about because the male himself did not understand his emotions. 

Every time this happened, he felt guilty about it and constantly apologised for everything that had happened. 

But tonight, something was different. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But I think I really need some time alone to myself.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll just go to bed-” 

“I’ll walk you home, at least.” 

Oh. 

This was the first time Hyunjae asked you to give him space. Usually—even during the recent not-so-good makeout sessions, he would always insist that you stay for the night, reassuring you that his flat is way safer than going back home with the dimly lit streets at night. 

But this? It was something you had least expected to happen, though you didn’t question the male as you could tell it wasn’t the right timing to do so. 

Instead, you just nodded and quickly packed away your stuff before the both of you were ready to head out towards the front door.

The entire walk back to your flat didn’t take that long—it was about a five minute walk, to be exact. But what made this whole short-distance road feel like an eternity was how neither of you spoke a word throughout the whole journey. You could tell Hyunjae wasn’t in his right mind, his face was pale. Hence, you decided to just wrap your arms around yourself and walked close by next to him, respecting the peace and silence for now. 

As you reached your flat, Hyunjae didn’t say much and rather just muttered a simple “goodnight” before he smiled weakly and turned his heel back towards the direction of his residence. 

Whatever happened tonight, you knew that something had changed between the both of your relationships. 

This went on for an entire week. Ever since that fateful day, you’ve noticed how Hyunjae slowly returned to his previous self, where he always seemed so lonely and gloomy. He was quiet for a few days, but the usual message came in, and you find yourself back at his flat two days later.

However, it ended up the same way as it did, pausing suddenly when you both got down to the climax and decided to call it quits before walking back home once again. 

The cycle then continued. He would tell you that he needed to be alone and work on his thoughts for some time before eventually typing down the usual that would keep you busy and occupied with him throughout the night. You would return to him every time, knowing how you’d be left feeling confused and unsatisfied with the entire ordeal.

Yet, your heart yearns for the man, and you’re always hoping that you’ll at least be able to ease his pain and loneliness, even in the slightest bit. 

But tonight is when you decided that enough was enough and would confront him about it. What exactly was bothering him? Or rather, if he was actually getting bored of your company.

You needed to know. 

“Hyunjae, I’m here to talk.” 

When you replied to the male with your usual messages, being the gentleman he was, Hyunjae welcomed you immediately at the front door when you arrived. The usual deal would be that the two of you would get straight down to business without having much say, to begin with. Tonight was when you decided that this would not work out, and you both have to come to terms with one another before things go straight downhill. 

He looked at you with a surprised look, where you could tell that he was definitely taken aback since you were usually the quiet one and would let the male take control of everything. A deep sigh left his mouth, and he invited you into his living room, where you both sat on the couch, distancing ever so slightly from one another. 

You hesitated for a moment before you decided that it was the right time to put together the right words to ask the male what exactly had been going through his mind for the past weeks. 

“What exactly am I to you at this point?” 

It seemed as if the male knew that the day would come when he would eventually have to face the question he had been avoiding for so long. In the beginning, he has always seen you as a good friend who would understand his point of view of where he was coming from and how he deeply appreciated the help you were willing to give him.

But lately, he has been having second thoughts and has begun questioning himself about what he truly felt about you.

Are the both of you still in this whole friends-with-benefits situation? Or even, are you both still good friends at this point? 

It took a minute or two for the male to speak up finally, and what he replied was something that had never once crossed your mind. 

“I fear that I might be crossing the line, Y/N.” 

“And why is that?”

“Honestly, I don’t even know myself.” 

This uncertainty back and forth has really started to get on your nerves, and the fact that you came here tonight to clear the air proved nothing at all. Hyunjae wasn’t sure of his emotions, yet you were desperate to know his point of view. 

Frustrated, you stood up from the couch and raised your voice slightly, facing the male to express your frustrations throughout the past week.

“Hyunjae, you keep telling me that you always needed some time alone, and yet you always want me back by the end of the day. If we’re not going to do this like how we have intentionally started with, then we’re both just wasting all of our time, really.” 

“Y/N, I thought that we could just be casual about all of this-”

“Casual?” You scoffed. “You never were my best friend to begin with. We are just lab partners, and I was merely concerned about your well-being, so I decided to help out a little.”

“And because I love you.” You choked. 

Hyunjae’s eyes widened upon that statement, and he was about to refute it until you managed to fire back again.

“Have you perhaps fallen in love with me?” 

Hyunjae? In love with you? That can’t be. Both of you agreed upon the rules at the start that all of this was merely helping one another out, and there was no room for falling in love with the other party at all. 

You knew that you had already broken the rule from the start, but it didn’t matter to you as long as you were aware that Hyunjae was getting all of the necessary help and support he needed. But with what Hyunjae has been going through lately, he knew that it was why he had begun to see you differently and how he could not touch and feel you like before. 

The question was if he was ready to move on from his ex. With your help, he should have gotten over it and begun to take things a lot easier, right?

If only your theory were right. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

That was enough to tell you that all of the efforts that you have put in over the past few months have gone down the drain that easily. 

You were getting teary-eyed, and you began stomping towards the front door, wanting to escape this suffocating environment that you were in. 

With one final sigh, you fired back at the male once more. “Why the fuss, Hyunjae? If you just say you wanna be mine?” 

Just as quickly as you opened the door, you were instantly gone. Tears begin pooling down your face as you take that long, dark, dimly light road back to the comforts of your flat.

Is it that hard to just admit you have feelings for me, Hyunjae? 

Back at Hyunjae’s flat—he was standing there still, fingers running through his hair in a frustrated manner as he took his phone and dialled the only number he knew who could knock in some sense of mind at this hour. 

“Sangyeon-hyung, I messed up real bad.”

You have never felt so dead over the next few weeks ever since that incident at Hyunjae’s flat. Neither of you has spoken a word to one another or even come close to having eye contact at all.

It was tough when you were both assigned lab partners for your chemistry subject and had to talk to your advisor to have your partner physically changed for the rest of the year. It was tough coming up with plausible reasons as to why you wanted him to be switched out with someone else—but ultimately, your request was approved. You were now paired with one of the girls from the class with whom you were not too familiar with, but that was fine by you so long as it wasn’t him. 

Obviously, your efforts did not go unnoticed, and the male eventually tried his best to reach out to you again. But every time you managed to get a slight glimpse of him walking your way, you have always done your best to keep yourself occupied or even walk away to avoid starting up a conversation with him. 

You even tried blocking him off of all of your social media and on your contacts list—he was already swarming you with calls or messages, trying to just talk to you or even apologise for what happened. But honestly, you were just not ready to hear whatever he would say to you, especially when you fell for the man before you started this whole friends-with-benefits relationship. 

I have been such a fool to think he would eventually love me back. 

It was a quiet afternoon when you decided to spend the rest of the day finishing your assignments before the final exams were due in about a week. The library has always been your comfort place to be on campus. Not only can you take a little breather from all the chaos on campus, but you also could take a little nap in between, especially during times like this when you’ve always pulled an all-nighter and your sleep schedule was all messed up. 

Standing up from your seat, you decided to walk down towards one of the halls to get some textbooks that would be helpful as your source of references for the current report you were typing on your computer. 

The peace wouldn’t last long, though, as you felt a presence behind you that you had avoided for the past month. The cologne was what gave his identity away, you would’ve recognised it immediately without a doubt because you used to spend the nights with him all the time. 

You tried your best to ignore the male, constantly trying to fidget through the shelves until you finally grabbed enough materials to return to your table. 

That was until he decided to grab hold of your arm, and now you were left with no escape and choice but to come face-to-face with the person you have been avoiding at all cost. 

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. But please, at least, hear me out for a few minutes.” 

Taking in a deep sigh, you laid your head down and looked at your books before muttering to the male. 

“Five minutes.” 

He then lets go of your arms and straightens his back as he clears his throat to finally muster up the courage to tell you what has been trying his best to tell you over the missed calls and messages. 

“First of all, I’m an idiot. I messed up so bad, Y/N. I know I shouldn’t have done nor said what I did back then-”

“Cut to the chase, Hyunjae. I have no time to waste.” 

“Listen. I haven’t been able to look at you the same nor touch you the way I did before because… I am starting to care a lot about you, Y/N. I’m not talking this from a friends-with-benefits stance, but rather as a friend.” 

You scoffed. “So this is what it’s all about? Coming here to apologise and tell me you have changed? I have to laugh if that’s what it is, Hyunjae. Look, if you are sneaking up on me just to tell me that you need me back to do whatever shit that we used to do, then I’m sorry, but I’m done with that phase.” 

He now grips both of your shoulders, trying to knock some sense into you. “No, Y/N. I’m not seeking a sexual relationship with you anymore. I’ve been a jerk not to notice how, during this whole time, I have begun to care a lot about you because you mean more to me as a friend.” 

“And because I have fallen in love with you, Y/N.” 

No. 

No way, it can’t be. Hyunjae has made it clear how he only needed company back then, and he was nowhere near or wanting to begin a new relationship after how messed up his and his ex’s one was. You’ve got to be hearing things, maybe your lack of sleep lately was the key to this. 

“You don’t, Hyunjae. You don’t love me. I was just merely a company for you.” 

“That was before, Y/N. But not anymore.” 

He now takes a step closer to you as he pins you against the bookshelf. 

“And I’m going to make myself clear, miss Y/N. I can now confidently say that I am ready to start anew and begin this new chapter with you. The old Lee Hyunjae that you have known is now gone, and I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you as your boyfriend.” 

Tears began forming in your eyes, and you had to try so hard to fight back the tears and respond to the male. 

“I can’t read your mind, Hyunjae. One day, you told me you needed space and to be alone, and the next thing that happened, you came back to me saying you wanted me back. I do not enjoy this joke in the slightest bit, Hyunjae.” 

He notices how your tears are on the verge of streaming down the beautiful face he has longed to yearn for over the past month, and he now closes the gap between you two, lips now brushing against one another.

“Then let me prove it to you.” 

He shuts you up by placing his soft, gentle lips against yours, and with that, the tears that you have held back for so long begin pouring down like there’s no tomorrow. 

He rests one of his hands around your waist while the other seemingly rests on your right cheek, slowly catching each drop of tears as he wipes them away. 

Oh, how badly you have missed this—the familiar sensation, his cologne, presence, and the soft, luscious lips against yours. 

Both of you were kissing one another as if it was just like the first time you both had done it—tongues were now intertwined, and neither of you were planning to let go anytime soon. 

“Hyunjae—God—Don’t—Stop.” You said in between the kisses as you tried your best to catch your breath. 

“Never planned to do so, Y/N.” 

As he breaks off the kiss and travels down to your neck to nibble and leave a trail of kisses behind, he whispers into your ear before continuing the deed. 

“You may have fallen for me first, but I have fallen for you harder.”

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[sstan-hoe]

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — bucky barned × fem!reader × andy barber

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his bestfriend over to gift you a special present

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni, spanking, oral (f receiving), authority kink, dirt talk – like a lot, threesome obviously, light degrading and praise

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so this was originally for @georgiapeach30513 as a birthday gift but sadly it took forever to finish!! I still hope you enjoy it 😂, follow @sstanhoe-updates if you wanna know when I post turn on notifications! Like, reblog and comment !!!! some thinks may not make sense but I hope they do cuz I was tired while ending this thing

You woke up from the feeling of soft kisses between your shoulder plates. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked into the piercing blue eyes of your husband. "Good morning my love," he whispered against your lips before sealing them with a kiss.

“Are you ready for today?” He asked once you broke the kiss. “Well, I'm very curious about what you have planned…,” you giggled.

Your husband stood up from the bed which was when you noticed he was in an apron. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom calling, “stay in bed!”

You watched him walk away, your eyes wide as you saw that he wore nothing but the apron. That man was going to be the death of you.

“Okay, now close your eyes!” complying you closed your eyes smiling, your man walked around the bed and the next thing you felt was a soft satin fabric across your eyes and bound behind your back.

Excitement flooded your veins as his hands trail down your shoulders to your naked chest. A shiver run down your spine at his icy hands gracing your nipples that hardened in an instant and a shaky escaped your lips.

His hands traced further down your body, “good thing I left you bare last night huh?” he questioned with a smirk, “you always do,” chuckling at your answer he pushed the duvet away.

The cool air hit your prickling heat. You felt him leave the bed and assumed he rounded it as you felt the bed dip in front of you and rough hands gently pulling you down.

Thumb pressing over the nub of your clit he pulled another moan from you. He rubbed circles combined with his tongue sliding in and out of your heat.

A light wave of air fell against your pussy only increasing the fire within her. You moaned loudly as his tongue latched onto your throbbing cunt, diving inside your soft walls.

Your hand found its way into his fluffy hair gripping the strands strongly. A throaty groan left his mouth.

If it weren’t for the pleasure consuming every cell of your body you would have noticed that his hair was shorter and so was the beard, only a faint stubble left. His thumb pressed harder onto your sensitive clit before he removed his hand receiving a whine from you.

His big hands took your hand and placed it on your stomach while you gripped the bed sheets with the other.

Keeping the hand secured on your stomach he used the tip of his nose to nudge you weeping core. His tongue moved up and down your pussy, occasionally closed his mouth around your labia sucking harshly. All of your senses screamed, you could only concentrate on the pleasure brought by you from him and you were close to finishing.

“Andy,” you whimpered as you felt your knot tightening.

Lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “you wanna come my love?” you tried to nod desperately but your head was empty already. Andy's hand stroked your cheek tenderly.

“Then come for him, come for Bucky…,” at the drop of the name everything in you stopped. Promptly you set up ripping the blindfold from your eyes. You looked down and there he was, James Buchanan Barnes with his mouth covered in your juice.

“Hiya, doll.” Bucky grinned up at you.

You had no idea how to react. It had always had this little fantasy of yours to have a threesome with Andy and his bestfriend; Bucky.

The fantasy first came up when Andy and you had date night and you got tipsy revealing this secret to him but hope Andy would have forgotten it by now. Another day you had a chat about your boundaries, for both of you it was important to communicate, and you gave consent on surprises however if something did happen you didn’t like there was a save word.

“Do you like your birthday present my love?” Andy whispered, his hand stroking your stomache in a smoothing manner.

Your speechlessness caused Andy to worry and Bucky catched on, “doll if you don’t want this I can go, and we forget this ever happened.” “Bucky is right my love, we can stop right now.” Your husband added.

“No, no…I want this,” you muttered as you gained your thoughts back. Andy took your hand in his, “are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure,” smiling at him you squeezed his hand.

Bucky looked up at you with the same on his mind, “it’s okay, I promise Buck,” “the moment you’re uncomfortable-,” “I say the save word, seems like Andy filled you all in.” Bucky chuckled at your answer and nodded.

The former soldier pulled of his glove revealing his metal arm, a big part of your fantasies. “Come on man! We’re completely naked and you take off your glove?” Andy cut through your thoughts, and you had to agree with him. “You want me to take off my clothes doll?” his ocean blue eyes caused you to fall into a daze.

A firm hand on your chin pulled you back, “tell me doll, tell me what I should do.” Your breath hitched, Andy gave your hips a firm squeeze to give you a shot of confidence.

“Take your clothes off,” you ordered Bucky while trying to keep your voice steady. With a smirk Bucky obeyed and stood up starting to remove his blue henley followed by his dark jeans which only left him in his boxers. “All of it,” you added your voice slipping.

“Nah, you gotta earn it now.” Looking at him dumbfounded something snapped in you, “no, no. You told me to say what I want, and I want you to take all of your clothes off.”

Without missing a beat Andy gave you a smack on your thighs receiving a yelp from you, “behave or the fun’s over,” he growled. Bucky on the other found you amusing, “don’t worry Andy, I can handle it,” he reassured his friend before turning you, “did the excitement make you dumb already? I never said to tell me what you want me to do, I said tell me what I should do. I want and should is quite the difference doll.”

Andy couldn’t stop his laughter when he saw your expression, not only did you have a smart mouth outside the bed but also in bed and mix that with your bratty attitude you get a little sex monster as Andy liked to call it.

“I know the difference between the words,” you snapped receiving another slap on your thigh. “I’ve got enough of your attitude, we’ve got a guest and you’re acting like a brat,” Andy scowled you. Bucky watched the whole interaction with a grin, his metal hand sneaked up your thigh as you glared at Andy.

His middle finger slid up your slit collecting your juice with a knowing glint in his eyes before entering your leaking hole. The sudden intrusion caused you to gasp loudly, Bucky curled his finger hitting the exact spot.

Bucky added another finger as he looked up at you, “that shut your smart mouth for now?”

You wanted to sass him but were scared he’d take his fingers away and the second he added his tongue on your clit your head was empty.

Andy watched with admiration how Bucky pleasured you, he couldn’t get enough of the sounds you made. The whimper when Bucky would slow down his fingers or the almost pornographic moan when he hit your sweet spot, your high-pitched moans that mixed with whimpers as he licked your bundle of nerves.

Bucky didn't feel any different, his cock hardened from the sounds you made. Lifting his head from your core he looked at Andy with pleading eyes, "can I kiss her?"

With an approving nod Andy gave him the permission to kiss you. Bucky slipped his tongue into your open mouth, toying yours. Instantly your hand reached for his neck pulling him closer, a fight of dominance occurred which you knew you'd lose.

Andy stroked his cock while watching the scene in front of him play out. However he needed you now. Gripping your neck he pulled you away from Bucky's kiss catching you in his own siren kiss.

You felt like little fireworks were exploding in your stomach as you kissed Andy, nothing compared to him.

As he kissed you he rubbed himself against your backside, "Andy," you whimpered. Your husband's hand trailed down to your pussy stopping Bucky's movements. He drove his hands into the brown hair of the former soldier before latching onto his roots.

Bucky groaned as Andy tugged his head back, "you did a good job so far…however now it's my turn, but she can suck your cock if she begs well enough."

"I haven't made her come yet," Bucky said in a strained voice to which your husband chuckled, "you'll get the chance soon enough, but first she's gotta learn how to speak with our guests." Something about the way they talked about you made you more horny than before.

You couldn’t wait for Andy to turn around, right now Andy was still nice and more forgiving but if you pushed him far enough he would become the mean daddy that wanted to breed you and fuck you raw. Though chances were high he would be holding back since Bucky was present….

“And my love don’t even think about testing my limits, I wanted to give you something nice and you’re already acting like a little brat,” Andy whispered to you barely audible to Bucky.

Bucky rounded you and sat himself down next to you.

You looked up at him as he laid his hand softly on your cheek. Bucky admired you, for as long as he had known you he wanted you but had to hold his thoughts back until one day Andy stood on his front porch with the idea of a threesome as a birthday present for you. He had to admit that he was surprised Andy would even be into it.

Your hand sneaked to his boxers palming his hard cock and receiving a low groan from him. A big grin spread across your face at his reaction, then a hand slapped yours away. "I told you to beg for his cock," Andy’s voice startled you, his hand coming up gripping your chin.

With a defeated whimper your eyes drifted to Bucky, "please, please sir let me suck your cock. Let me be your cock slur, please I really, really want to taste you," you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Said man let out a low groan, "yes, god yes, Andy please let her suck my cock," Bucky now looked deep into the blue eyes of Andy who had a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Awww I expected her to be whiny but you? How good of you to ask for permission, that's what a good boy like you does…look at that my love. This is how a good sub behaves and not like a brat," Andy cooed as he grabbed Bucky's hair by its roots and pulled his face close to his, "you deserve a reward," was all he said before kissing Bucky deeply.

Your eyes widened at the scene in front of you and you got a tingly feeling in your cunt. As Andy pulled away a knowing smirk graced his lips, "you liked that huh?" no words were able to leave your mouth, but yes, yes you liked it very much.

Andy was like a drug for you and in combination with Bucky it was like you were in a continuous bliss of pleasure. Then your husband grabbed your hips to pull you onto his lap, right over his hard cock causing him to groan at the contact while you gave a pathetic whine.

"Suck his cock while I spank your pretty little ass and don't forget to say 'thank you, may I have another?' We will do ten for now unless you act out." Andy whispered against the shell of your ear and bent you over his lap while Bucky got in position.

Finally you were able to admire Bucky's throbbing cock, unlike Andy he was short yet thicker and you wondered if you could even fit him inside your cunt today. It had taken Andy several days to get you adjusted to his length, he prepped you with toys to make it easier for you as well as tease you.

You gently grabbed Bucky's thick cock, slowly moving your hand along to feel every vein. A loud smack, Andy’s first spank came suddenly with full surprise as you were lost in admiring the cock in front of you which you squeezed unintentionally at the sudden contact. It didn't hurt, the first one never did, but if you didn't thank him it would hurt a lot more, "thank you sir, may I have another?" You questioned meekly to Andy who grinned at you, "of course, my love," there was a hint of mocking in his tone.

You lowered your head down on Bucky's length collecting the precum from his mushroom-formed tip with your tongue, the raspy moan you got in response let a shot of warmth spread through your cunt.

Wanting to trade him you licked a long strip over the certain vein popping from his dick. Instantly Bucky locked his hand in the roots of your hair to control your movements. He looked up to Andy for a moment who gave him an encouraging nod. Just as Bucky pushed his cock to the back of your throat Andy gave you another spank, "thank you, sir, may I have another?" came your muffled voice from Bucky's dick, the vibrations sending him into more bliss.

"You're doing good, my love," Andy said as he stroked over your light red flesh and immediately sent another. Bucky pulled off his cock letting you take a breath, your eyes already stained with tears. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you whimpered.

The sight of you taking Bucky's dick made Andy even hornier and he desperately needed to be inside you. The grinding of your hips against his hard member showed him you needed him just as much. As you licked the former soldier again and concentrated on him Andy took the opportunity to slowly insert himself inside your vagina.

A gasp left your lips as you felt Andy stretching you out. "Oh, god sir…please," your husband wasn't moving and it was pure torture.

To take your mind back to him Bucky retook control of your movements on his cock, bobbing your head up and down, "yes, such a good little cockspur aren't you? Couldn't get enough and now you're filled with two cocks," he said as his orgasm built up, "dammit doll, imma come soon, very soon."

Andy laid his hand on your ass, squeezing your flesh as a method to hold on. You grew impatient and bucked your hips onto his, "fuck love, I know, I know but you're still as tight as a virgin." Then finally your husband began moving, harsh, pointed thrusts against your cervix.

Thanks to his experience with you over the years he knew exactly where to find your g-spot. Loud moans rose from your throat that were muffled everytime Bucky's cock hit the back of your throat.

Your husband landed another spank on your raw flesh as he kept pounding into you, "thank you, sir, may I have–" before you were able to finish your words Andy blew two spanks on your ass, "thank you, sir, may I have another? Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you repeated twice, you could already imagine how red your ass had to be.

"I'm coming!" Bucky moaned as he thrusted his hips against your mouth, filling your mouth with his seed before slowly pulling out and painting your face with the rest of his cum.

At the sight of you covered in Bucky's cum, Andy forgot about the spanking and the only thing in his mind was chasing his and your orgasm. He knew you were already close by the way your thighs clenched together, "it's okay my love, come for sir. Be the good little cockspur Bucky said you are…," endorphins exploded in your body at Andy's words and the knot in your stomach tore apart resulting in Andy following you suit and painting your walls white with his cum.

You tried rolling over but Andy held you in a tight grip, "Oh, you don't think we're finished yet do you my love?" "Yes, I still have to make you come and squeeze my thick cock in that tight little cunt of yours doll."

yeah I did that. I just ended it here

[thompsborn]

always grateful for fanfic writers for putting unmatched work on the internet for FREE and always grateful for the beta readers that are a part of that production process but when I tell you that knowing that a long ass chapter of quite literally the best fic on ao3 is waiting to be posted just as soon as evie is done has me checking my notifications so frequently that my average screen time has notably increased and I’m actually slightly concerned about how much I love this fic okay idk if that made sense thank u goodbye

pgkfkf IT’S SOON!! as soon as the betaing is done it’ll be posted!! and honestly tbh with how fast i’ve been writing chapter 18 i might have it sent to her by the time she betas chapter 17 and might post the two chapters like a day or two apart lmao. here’s a snippet though? for ur patience and kindness ?

“I’ve worn your clothes before. At the Halloween party.”

Harry snorts. “Yeah, trust me, I remember.”

Peter frowns at the increased amusement in Harry’s tone. When Harry looks back at him and sees his face, he lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes.

“You didn’t notice it,” Harry tells him, “but when we came out of the bathroom and you had my hoodie on, it was pretty fucking obvious that Harley wasn’t the happiest camper about it, okay?” Peter blinks at him, uncomprehending, and Harry grins at him. “He wasn’t jealous, necessarily, like—like, not in the angry jealous kind of way, you know? But I could tell that he was wishing he had offered to lend you something first.”

Before Peter can try to really process that, Harry throws one of Harley’s shirts at him—a dark green shirt with long sleeves and thumb holes. Peter remembers Harley wearing it while they were studying together a few days ago. He catches it without thinking, then stares down at it for a long, long moment. “Oh,” he eventually says.

Harry rolls his eyes again and pushes Peter towards the bathroom. “Yeah, oh. Get dressed, idiot.”

There’s no point in arguing, so Peter does as told. He takes a minute to appreciate the comfort of Harley’s shirt after putting it on, feeling kind of ridiculous about the warmth that blooms in his chest, then schools his expression and steps back into the dorm.

Apparently, he doesn’t school his expression enough, because Harry takes one look at him before scoffing. “Jesus, you’re just as bad as he is.”

“Um--”

Harry waves his hand dismissively. “Whatever. Come on, we’re getting lunch.”

“Don’t you have another class?”

“Turned my final in yesterday. Are you coming or not?”

“Have you ever heard of calming down and being patient?”

“Never, actually. Why?”

[nameless-12345]

New Reality

Last week you received a notification that you won a new VR console.

Unlike other consoles already released, the virtual reality is so immersive, that there are sensory mechanisms that allow you to feel what happens to your avatar in real life!

You are one out of the two hundred gamers allowed early access to both the console, and its’ first game, “New Reality”.

After following the instructions, you set everything up and begin to make your Avatar.

Eventually you settle on a full figured fox shifter.

Over time, your stats increase, and you accumulate enough power to form your own guild.

Thanks to your countless hours of playtime, your guild, the Shifter Clan becomes the second most powerful on the server.

A message arrives at your guild hall:

Shifter Clan, your guild master will meet with ours two days from now at sunset. Refusal to do so will mean war.

— Shadow Guild

The Shadow Guild is the only enemy with the strength to destroy all you have built.

You don’t have much of a choice but to agree to the meeting.

…

When the time of the time of the meeting arrives, you enter the Shadow Guild Hall with your head held high, expecting to be greeted with the stares of on lookers.

However, the guild’s leader, Sh@dow_Master01, sits alone at the head of a long, dark wood table.

“What is this? Some sort of power play?”

“No, no, have a seat. I merely wish to come to an agreement.”

You refuse to sit, still on high alert.

“Oh? Then why threaten us?”

“Tsk, don’t be so paranoid. It was simply meant to ensure you would meet with me.”

When Shadow Master smirks and pulls up a panel that connects to his IRL computer, you furrow your brow.

“Now, let’s get started, slut.”

Your eyes widen and you are just about to tell him off, when your vision and audio cut from the game to some sort of recording.

Is this an in game attack? No, the game controls have disconnected. You can’t log out and regain control of your IRL body.

RELAX

BREATH

IN

AND

OUT

AGAIN.

IN

AND

OUT

Swirls fill your vision.

Over a sort of humming, a calm voice delivers commands.

No. Not just humming, moaning! You hear a chorus of women expressing their pleasure.

At first, you resist. You don’t know what’s going on but you keep your guard up.

But slowly, you start to follow along more and more.

Measured breathing.

The sensory mechanism sends waves of pleasure through your entire body.

Nipples stiffen.

Pussy leaking.

RELAX

LISTEN

OBEY

“I AM A GOOD PET.”

REPEAT.

“I am a good pet!”

“I OBEY MASTER.”

REPEAT.

“I obey Master.”

“SH@DOW_MASTER01 IS MY MASTER.”

REPEAT.

“Sh@dow_Master01 is my Master.”

GOOD PET.

The sensory mechanism sends a powerful wave of pleasure.

You continue to repeat, receiving pleasure from obedience. You are conditioned into a wonderful little pet.

…

By the time the sun rises, you are brought back into “New Reality”, desperate to see Master.

He sits in the same seat, smiling with a satisfied glimmer in his eyes.

“Hmm, have a seat pet.”

You immediately drop to your hands and knees, crawling over to sit at your Master’s feet.

Smiling up at him, your skin heats with pleasure.

It feels sooo good to obey!

A hand comes down to pat you on the head, right between your furry ears. Your tail swishes behind you.

“Would you like to sit up on my lap, pet?”

“Yes please Master!”

Straddling Master’s leg, he allows you to rub your needy cunt against it.

…

Shadow Guild merges with Shifter Clan to become Shadow Clan.

You are second in command, and Master’s loyal pet.

Master messages you IRL as well, and you eventually learn that you live only a short distance apart.

He’s so generous, he gives you a cute collar in game, and in real life!

Note: Yes, this is a geeky story. I’m a geek. So it works for me. I hope you liked it as well. 🐾

[blacktobackmesa]

Today on thinking about Gordon Streamman too much and sending you questions because of it, I was wondering if you have any thoughts relating to Gordon's twitch channel? Like, what his stream labs notifs are, emojis (other than gordongoodnight sksfhdj), inside jokes with his chat, those sorts of things! If you have anything you want to share, I'd love to hear it <3

I am DELIGHTED to have an excuse to snowball on this. Let's gooooo

I had to come up with stream notifs for the first chapter of Run For Your Life, and after a bit of choice paralysis I decided he uses the Banjo-Kazooie collectable noises for at least some of the notifications. He started using them before his Half Life streams blew up, but in a post-hlvrai world, he also has some donation alerts that are Sweet Voice riffs from certain songs that haven't gotten him DMCA'd. He had to increase the donation amount for the Seinfeld theme after a very generous night of $3 donations, because it refused to leave his head for days.

He has quite a few emotes of himself represented by HL!Gordon wearing a VR headset. Of course, there's gordongoodnight, established to commemorate the time he fell asleep half an hour into his monthly movie night stream (which he will never live down). Chat uses it for any topic involving sleep, as well as to bid farewell at the end of a stream.

Most hand-drawn (er, computer-drawn) emotes added after HLVRAI were drawn by Tommy! He's always been a doodler, and it's a nice hobby now that he's no longer working at the facility.

Everyone on the science team has at LEAST one emote. They're most commonly used to show appreciation for each AI and to express an emotion, action or state of being. Coomer is waving with cheery (if a bit INTENSE) eyes, Tommy is smiling with a soda, Benrey is open-mouthed and singing a rainbow of Sweet Voice, Darnold's face is quizzical, Bubby is open-mouthed, likely screaming, and slightly on fire, and G-Man... well, he's a bit hard to read, and his emote is frequently used to represent "he's just standing there... MENACINGLY!"

Bubby's emote is also used when Gordon does something that could be jokingly referred to as speedrun strats.

Sunkist also has an emote. It's just her PNG. It's a go-to emote for "GOOD DOGGY"

I wanna add more ideas later, let's make this a team effort

[chweverni]

Mate (pt.2) - the get together.

pairing; joshua hong x reader

synopsis; jeon yeon-du had to ruin your dress and maybe your mindset with what she said at the party, how are you dealing with all this?

word count; 858 words

author's note; pt.2 is out!! i think i'll add two more parts and we'll be done with this fic :)) comment for me to notify you <3 read part one here.

pt. 3 -> what are we?

-

you were now sitting on the ground, by the mini lake in the park. the street lights illuminated the deep, dark and still water. you picked up a flat stone, and attempted to skip rocks on the water, but well, it sank instead.

It's just a crush anyway. you thought to yourself. just give it some time, and all this will be better. you got this y/n!

‘New text from joshie!”, your phone vibrated. you hesitated to open the text, but you opened it anyway because it wasn’t his fault.

—

joshie 🐣: did you leave? (1)

you didn’t even stay for dinner (2)

i’m sad now (3)

can we call? (4)

wanna know if something happened (5)

—

you sighed, as you saw your phone ring again. you picked it up.

“hello? y/n! are you okay?,”

your eyes watered a bit, and maybe yeon-du was right. joshua was and would always be a good friend but never more than that.

you inhaled deep, mustering up the courage to even produce a few words.

“yeah, I just needed some fresh air. Uhm, did the party end already?”, you asked, resorting to your habit of pulling on the grass out of nervousness.

“mm-hmm, I called it off. someone spilled a lot of soda near the fridge, and a few even threw up. I’m never holding a party, ever again! birthday dinners are way better,” joshua said; you could almost imagine the cute pout on his face while saying all this. you chuckled lightly.

“my mom always held birthday dinners instead of parties as a child. i guess that’s why I wanted to leave early. sorry joshie,” you replied, sniffing as your nose became stuffed due to your failed attempt at crying by the lake.

“where are you? should I come over?”

you checked the time – 20:05 hours.

well, it is a bit late right now. you texted him your location and went to the entrance of the park, wiping you wet face for the one last time.

joshua came walking a few minutes later. he’s changed into some comfortable clothes. he waved as soon as he saw your face and his pace increased.

“Y/f/n Y/n, what’s that on your dress?! did you fall? i don’t think period blood can creep up your chest!”, joshua spoke, with pure concern in his eyes.

you smiled, “It’s nothing, really. someone bumped into me and spilled all of this.”

“doesn’t it stick to your body though? and it’s freezing cold out here! we ought to get you some fresh clothes to wear. come on, let’s go!”, joshua rambled as he grabbed your wrist.

your heart skipped a beat.

—

“are you sure this fits?”, you asked.

“It’s the best I can do!”, joshua shouted through the bathroom door. he offered you a white tee and his pajamas to wear. you stepped out after removing your pretty ruined make-up off of your face.

“where’d you keep my clothes?”, you asked as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’ll wash it and give it back. and no, this one’s on me. my parents warned me about throwing a party,” joshua spoke, with that awfully kind smile he always wore on his stupidly adorable face.

his room was well organized. It had a few posters of some rock bands he liked, a shelf full of physics books, frames of certificates he earned in various competitions — a golden child, indeed. you were in awe.

joshua cleared his throat to avert your gaze towards him.

“wanna reheat the food and eat it while watching a movie?”, he suggested. you agreed.

—

joshua asked you to choose a movie, while he reheated the food. you ended up re-watching the 20th century girl and oh boy, the scene was to look at. both dorks, shoved spoonful of rice up their mouths, as you sobbed as the ending was purely unfair!

duddenly, joshua’s phone vibrated. he scooted closer to you on the couch and checked the notification.

—

Yeon-du : why’d you invite that nerd to your party anyway? (1)

—

you felt awkward at what you saw and joshua quickly discarded his phone. he put down his bowl of fried rice as he stared at you in silence. you held back your tears and he read that pretty well.

“you remind me of me in middle school, you know?”, joshua added out of the blue.

it was now your turn to stare at joshua, but in pure confusion.

“I was basically a plaything for people to poke fun at in middle school. but then I went through this sweet glow up,” he batted his eyelashes which made you snort,” and suddenly, at high school, everyone sees me as their hallway crush!”

he held your hand.

“you were probably the first person I met her who despised me just ‘cause I solved a sudoku puzzle. Thank you,” he shot his infectious smile at you.

“y/n, would you promise me one thing?”, joshua asked.

“depends on what you’re asking for,” you replied, looking at him.

“promise me you’ll never, ever be sad around me; as long as we’re beside each other, we’ll be happy. all right?”

-

thanks for reading, come back for pt.3, okay? ;)

all creds to @chweverni on tumblr <3

[carolinayourspiritmaster]

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The Streamer plays a game

Abigail Jones, or to use her more recognisable gaming handle, MizKilla, was at the closing stages of another successful stream, seeing viewership numbers increase, getting a steady flow of regular commenters, and checking off quite a decent set of tips, all things considered. She knew she had to do something though – she had a secret she hadn’t told anyone on the stream and knew if she didn’t do it soon, it would be too late.

She gulped a big breath, something not lost on her viewers and started.

“Before I go… I guess I’d better tell you all something. I will be taking some time off.”

She knew that keeping her viewership engaged was critical to keeping the numbers up and the income flowing in – she’d spent 2 years now growing her channel and was at the point where she felt she could use it as a decent form of income.

She looked to the side – seeing reams of text scrolling past:

“You deserve a holiday, go for it”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!”

“Don’t leave us…”

“Everyone needs some time off, you go girl!”

She shook her head. “Guys, Guys… I’ve got some news. Something I’ve been hiding for… oooh… 9 months.”

With that the chat stream erupted:

“I knew it… no way was she just wearing push up bras, them’s pregnancy boobs!”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! Baby”

“Oh no… that’s the end of the channel, she’s never going to come back when she’s looking after a sprog”

“Show us your bump!”

Abi giggled, and for the first time in several months, kept the camera on whilst she pushed back from her computer desk, and the viewers got to see more than her cleavage and head. She stood up to reveal a perfectly round bump, covered in her black sweater. Grabbing the bottom of the piece of clothing, she lifted it up over the mound and exposed her belly for the entire online chat room to see, rubbing her hands over the top of it. She didn’t catch the chat stream as it whizzed past way too quickly to read, but she did see a few tip notifications come through. She grinned from ear to ear.

“Thanks guys, you don’t know how much it means to me to be able to share this with you all, and you not going off on one because I waited so long.” With that she blew a kiss to the screen, and waved her hands, then signed off.

She blew out a calming breath, realising her heart was racing as she looked over to her boyfriend, James. He gave her a thumbs up gesture and stood up from the couch he was sitting on and wandered over, his own hands caressing his girlfriends bump and giving her a kiss.

“You did the right thing, as you said, if you just disappeared, you’d have lost so much that you’ve worked hard on… I know you wanted to keep real life and this project separate, but sometimes real life gets in the way.” He kneeled down and kissed the top of Abi’s bump, “and this little munchkin will definitely affect our real life for years to come.”

The next day as Abi was playing her game, trying to keep up to date with the chat messages scrolling past, she noticed an instant message pop up on her console. She didn’t have a chance to open it straight away, but 10 minutes later another popped up. 10 minutes later, yet another.

She didn’t normally get direct messages – she had specifically disabled it except for the highest tier of her fanbase, of which there were only three members. 2 of those were her closest friends (she had gifted those roles to them), who helped her run the channel as joint admins – and if they ever wanted to get in touch they would just ring her mobile phone… and a third was simply a user called “X” – someone who had been known to give some crazy tips in the past.

Abi and James had been debating what to do about “X” for a while now. He/she had been harmless, and a good source of income – but there was always a concern that his large tips may escalate into an expectation. Abi was worried that expectation might come back to bite her soon.

She tried to keep her breathing calm and collected, not letting the steady increase in messages put her off, until she finally finished the stream, and hand shaking, clicked the first of the messages.

“Congratulations on the news, I’m so happy for you” it simply read. Abi breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the second “I’ll get right to the point – I adore looking at the pregnant body, it’s a bit of a fetish of mine. I hope its possible that you could indulge me in it before you start your maternity leave.”

“Here we go…” thought Abi… she clicked on the third one.

“I hope you’ve had time to consider my request. I hope we can have things mutually beneficial of course, I would want to see you well compensated. I hope this small gift helps your decision making.” With it was a money transfer notification of £1000. That was a ‘small’ gift?

Abi’s hands were shaking as she typed her reply. She had to replace several words that she spelled incorrectly, her nerves getting the better of her. She shouldn’t be entertaining this. What if the person… was it even a male or female… wanted to steal her baby and sell it for human trafficking. What if she was going to be killed… she shouldn’t be doing this… but eventually she just clicked send.

The reply went as follows: “Hi and thanks for your generous gift. I don’t really feel that I should be considering in-person meetups at this time in my life… I hope you continue to enjoy the streams though until I have to leave – ill be sure to show off as much of the belly as I can between now and when I need to head off for my maternity leave.”

The reply took only moments to come back.

“I don’t want anything in person. Just you showing off on screen for me… your baby daddy fucking you too if he’s around… I’ll make it worth your while of course.” Joining the message was another transfer notification of £1000.

Another message notification came through. “Think about it overnight and get back to me tomorrow.”

Abi and James discussed it at great length through the rest of the evening. They both agreed that should they go through with this, they would use some of the £2000 that had just been given to them to beef up their cyber security – not wanting to risk this “X” getting access to their computer, or worse – their lives. They both realised that the money may be too good to pass up though, so with both of them sitting at the computer, Abi typed a reply.

“OK we’ll do it… but I have a few conditions. 1) definitely online only. 2) You pay us £100k and its up front. After that you pay us £10k within the first 10 minutes of each day that we stream for you. Don’t agree to these 2 points, I’ll have to say no I’m afraid.”

The couple stared at the screen for several minutes expecting a reply, but nothing came. After an hour of browsing YouTube videos and other random stuff on the internet, they both decided that the values had scared “X” off and shut down the computer to go to bed.

The next morning there was a notification on her phone – the app for her streaming programme notified her that she had a message. Logging in, she looked.

“Agreed.” Was all it said, along with a notification of £100,000 transferred to her account.

Abi had goosebumps. She was either doing the most foolhardy thing she could possibly do, or had set her up for months, long enough to get through her maternity leave and still have plenty of savings for later.

Abi and James had already contacted a cyber security expert to make sure their PC didn’t have any unexpected vulnerabilities, and between installing a new firewall, virtual desktop and VPN they decided they were ready to go.

They started the regular stream for that day – starting off with some gaming, then moving on to ‘something that I’ve always wanted to do’ as Abi described it – she wanted to do a ‘pre-pregnancy clothes challenge.’

These were all the rage, pregnant mothers in the final months of pregnancy all squeezing into their former clothes, either having them stretched to the point where buttons will ping off, or just being unable to fasten them at all. Of course, all strictly family friendly – Abi moved into an adjacent room as she got dressed each time and game out showing the photo of her wearing the garment in her pre-pregnancy state, and what it looked like now.

Abi scanned down the user list in the chat and saw her three ultra members at the top of the chat window, including the infamous “X”. The user didn’t join in any of the chats or other discussions as a result of the fashion show, but as Abi wound the stream down she received a direct message, knowing fine well who it had come from. She clicked it open and read the contents: Join me for the after show party.

Abi activated her internet security products and crossed her fingers. She was about to step out into the unknown. Clicking the name of user “X” she sent a private stream request, unconsciously holding her breath as she did so. The call took a few moments to connect, but suddenly she found herself on a call to the mysterious stranger.

“Hi… so we finally meet?” She announced to her webcam. The response came back as text,

“We do indeed my dear. I very much enjoyed your last show but I feel it could have been so much more. Pre pregnancy clothes coming off…”

“The clock is ticking…” reminded Abi prompting the user for payment.

Ping. The evidence of the transaction coming through. “Do you mind if I talk to you directly?”

Abi nodded, dumbstruck that they money was still rolling in, anticipation of the person revealing a little bit about themselves having her on the edge of her seat.

The voice that came through her speaker shocked her. The voice had a deep bass, almost as if James Earl Jones or Morgan Freeman was on the other end of the screen.

“Please my dear… go ahead and tease me”

Abi almost went weak at the knees, the voice was almost hypnotic, very commanding. Music started playing via the speaker coming from the side of Mr X by which Abi stood and took a step back, showing her full body to the camera.

She started to sway to the music, lifting the tight top up she rubbed her hands over her bump and swayed her hips, trying to dance sexily. The voice on the other side of the speaker announced that she was doing a good job, very erotic and she should continue.

Abi lifted her top up, momentarily constraining her breasts as her top lifted up until they both released and flopped down with a slap of skin on skin contact.

“Bravo” came the booming voice on the other side of the screen.

Abi twirled the top around her head once and flung it off to the side, her hands returning to her breasts as she grabbed them and squeezed, drops of colostrum hitting her belly which she rubbed into her skin.

Suddenly James walked in. Abi’s head shot to the side at the new arrival, something not lost to X on the other side of the screen.

“Please my dear, invite them onto the camera, I want to see who you are with”

James’s inquisitive look at seeing his half naked girlfriend hit a sudden realisation when he heard the voice coming through the speakers. He mouthed the words “is that him?” to Abi, who nodded.

James came forward to look at the screen, of course seeing nothing to identify the unknown user at the other end of the internet connection.

“Ahh you are the lucky man indeed with this beauty. I envy you somewhat. I want you to do what I cannot. I want you to worship that heavenly body, make her scream your name in orgasmic bliss. I want her toes to curl and her heart to beat wildly in her chest – make her feel alive!”

“Has the payment came through?” enquired James. Abi nodded and gave an affirmative sound. James smiled. “I hope you have the show of your life” he announced to the screen, dashing forward and grabbing Abi, his lips joining hers in a passionate embrace.

Abi was quick to follow James’s lead, their hands writhing over each others bodies, Abi pulling James’s top up over his head and discarding it in the same general pile where her own top had been thrown, her own back arching in James’s hold as his lips kissed a pattern down past her breasts and onto her belly, stopping at her belly button.

“Wow, this is tight” he announced, as he finally realised she was wearing a pre-pregnancy set of shorts, which were loose, unable to be buttoned up because of the presence of her belly. A quick tug and he had them pulled down to the ground, the only thing between her dripping wet sex and fresh air now a flimsy pair of panties.

James slid a finger under the fabric of Abi’s underwear at the top of her thighs and moved them around, following the route of the fabric until his fingers grazed her feminine slit. Abi practically buckled. She let out a moan.

Something that fell somewhere between showing off on camera, her boyfriend's expert touch, and pregnancy hormones had ignited within her, and she was practically buzzing with need. Need for fingers, need for tongue, need for cock… need for something, down there. She could only gasp, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Do you want this to be removed… it feels awfully… damp” teased James, his own breathy moans coming across. He also was shocked at how much he was enjoying himself playing in front of the camera, the couple had discussed the issue about performing for a stranger, potentially having their nude videos leaked to the internet, but they decided to risk it anyway, the potential financial payoff was just too great. His fingers slinked back up to the top of her panties, and tugged. With that, Abi was naked.

She stalked over to the kitchen area and dragged a chair with her, scraping along the floor as she did so. Putting it in place in front of the computer screen, she pushed James down as she backed on to him, swaying her hips side to side as she wiggled up and down giving him a lapdance. She grinded her ass into his lap, swishing her hips back and forth over the very top of the tent forming in his jeans.

“I think daddy needs some release” moaned Abi as she turned to face James, her hands unzipping his flies and unbuttoning his jeans. As she peeled back the material, his cock sprung up. “Ooh yes, daddy does want to play.”

Abi lowered herself down between James’s legs – the process being quite slow and meticulous due to her size – and placed her lips over his cock, sucking and pulling her head back with an audible pop as the suction released. She grabbed his jeans, and started to pull them, he took the hint and lifted his ass up off the seat for a moment to give her some assistance, and suddenly the jeans were down by his ankles.

Abi continued with her ministrations on his shaft. Slow head bobs, teasing the tip. Long, deep slurps where she pressed her head all the way down to his pubic bone taking him all in. Fast, slow. James was writhing. Finally James gasped that he was going to cum, so Abi stopped. James’s shocked look was evident. Abi looked up to him with a wicked look in her eyes and smiled, announcing “the only way you're going to release is if its in me… or on me… I'm not too bothered.”

James could only groan, his animalistic brain taking over and the need to cum the only thing he could focus on. He used his toes to kick off his shoes, and shrugged his jeans into a pile on the floor, flicking them to the side. He still had his socks on, but he could work with that. He raised up out of the seat, his saliva slick cock jutting out like a mast in front of him.

“You’re going to cum with me.” he growled as he turned Abi to face the computer camera, he got down onto his own hands and knees and thrust his cock into her wet, dripping slit as she howled in delight. “And you” he said, pointing at the screen and staring it dead straight “are going to enjoy this finale.”

He was relentless, thrusting time and time again. Abi being shoved back and forth as his thrusts pummelled her. She looked up at the screen as well, both of the couple staring directly at the camera. Abi gave squeaking grunts as she was thrust into once more, her breasts swaying back and forth as if pendulums to her unrelenting onslaught, her belly swaying only millimeters from the floor. Finally both couldn’t take any more and their release came, both giving primal grunts as their bodies shook. Abi’s head dropped as she laid her hands out crossed in front of her and rested her head on it, her ragged breathing evident in the lift and drop of her body.

“Well done… that was most enjoyable. You have pleased me today.” was the sound which came from the speaker from the mysterious watcher somewhere out on the internet. “Until next time…” and suddenly the feed was cut as Mr X left the stream, the couple left panting and wondering what was to come in the future.

[alexagirlie]

January Omegaverse Challenge 2024

Day 1: First Meeting (Masterlist) Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Finan/Sihtric/Uhtred Rating: M Summary: Sihtric uses an app to find himself two Alphas to help with his heat. Modern au.

Sihtric's finger hovered over the screen, hesitating as he decided if he was going to swipe left or right. He was horny and desperate but he wasn't sure if he was that kind of desperate. The profile showed a picture of two incredibly attractive men, Alphas, who were on the lookout for an Omega they could share. 

One had striking blue eyes and long, light brown hair, shaved on the sides and braided back away from his face. He had his arm flung around the shoulders of the other man, who had gorgeous brown eyes, short dark hair and a full beard that Sihtric would love to feel scratching against his inner thighs.

He pressed his legs tightly together as he felt his body react to the direction his thoughts were headed. Sihtric's heat was gearing up to start the next day and he would typically use a service but his preferred Alpha, Ragnar, had been fully booked this time around and so he turned to Grindr to find a satisfactory replacement. It had actually been Ragnar's suggestion to use the app to try and find someone worthwhile.

Sihtrics heats were short but intense and he was usually fairly needy. He needed an Alpha who could go for a solid 12hrs, which, outside of a rut, was not the easiest to find. Having two of them share him would increase the chance of walking away satisfied.

Trying not to second guess himself he finally swiped left for yes and tossed his phone on the bed with a groan. "You're such a whore Sihtric…" he mumbled to himself. He had included in his profile that he was an omega on the cusp of heat and was looking for someone to share it with so they would know exactly what to expect. He wasn't subtle about what he was looking for and he felt his ears burn in embarrassment at what kind of Alphas might be interested in him. He had swiped yes on a few other profiles but he had high hopes about the Alpha pair.

He gets an almost immediate notification saying he had matched and he snatched up his phone, heart in his throat, all thoughts of bad decisions caused by horniness forgotten.

His phone showed a notification that he had gotten a message from one Uhtred Ragnarrson. It was the long haired Alpha from the photos.

'Hey pretty boy.'

The first line alone made Sihtric blush. The rest of the message made him grin. It was short and sweet and the Alpha didn't say anything gross which was a plus.

Uhtred told him that he and his partner, Finan, would love to spend his heat with him, if he was sure about the two of them sharing him. 

Sihtric messaged back yes, explaining a little bit about how intense his heat could be and that having two Alphas would have an easier time meeting his needs.

'Don't worry pretty boy, we can handle you.'

Sihtric felt his cock twitch in his sweat pants, he definitely liked being called a pretty boy.

They confirmed a time the next evening that they would come by his place then said goodnight. After closing out of the app Sihtric had a small freak out at the idea of inviting two strange Alphas over to his place to spend his heat with him. He sent a quick text to his bestie so someone knew what was happening and with whom in case he was murdered. Then he jerked off to the thought of being spread out between those two incredibly attractive men and fell asleep.

The next morning he woke with the low burn of arousal in his veins and he rushed through his morning routine then he ran to the shops to stock up on any supplies that he would need. Drinks, snacks, condoms and wipes. He got a knowing look from the Omega working the checkout counter which he determinedly ignored.

He had just made it back to his apartment when he was hit with a sudden wave of heat and arousal and he stumbled and had to lean against the wall of his kitchen until the dizziness passed. His heat was kicking in early.

He got his supplies put away then made his way to his room, stripping as he went.

He got himself off two, three times while waiting for the agreed upon time that Uhtred and Finan would be arriving. He was getting more and more desperate and his apartment filled with the ripe smell of it.

When the doorbell rang at 6pm on the dot he was currently three fingers deep within his own hole chasing orgasm number four. He groaned as he pulled his fingers free and wiped the slick which clung to them carelessly on his sheets. He grabbed his robe from the corner of the bed and pulled it on, haphazardly tying it shut. It left a long line of his chest exposed but he was past caring at this point, he was about to spend a night getting knotted by them after all.

He opened the door and licked his lips and grinned at the gobsmacked look on the Alpha’s faces once they saw his state of dishevelment. He grinned turned filthy as he opened the door wider and invited them in. He could literally see as the black of Uhtred's pupils overtook the blue as the smell of heat and sex hit them both.

Finan held a plastic bag full of takeout, they had promised to bring dinner, and while it smelled delicious, Sihtric was much more interested in the two Alphas. They were every bit as attractive in person as they had been in their profile picture. Both looked fit and well muscled and they smelled so, so good. 

Sihtric slouched back against the door and slowly pulled the belt holding his robe closed open, revealing inches of pale, smooth skin and his leaking, rock hard cock to their hungry gaze. "Let's save dinner for later, yeah?" taglist: @gemini-mama

[the-fiction-witch]

Seventeen P31 - 39

Media TMR AU X Seventeen Series

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet + Flirty af

I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt, I didn't even care how little sleep I had gotten. I smiled and pulled my pillow even tighter wrapping my legs around the pillow too peppering the soft cotton with kisses.

"Good morning y/n" I smiled squeezing the pillow even tighter "ummm did you sleep well? Yeah? Hummmm" I smirked biting my lip "Yeah? You wanna snuggle? No? Ohhh you wanna make love? Hummm well who am I to deny my darling her desires" I smirked squeezing and kissing my pillow and grinding against it playfully

"Isaac sweetheart you want fruit loops or cinnamon toast for breakfast?" My mum said as she opened the door to my room

"Mum!" I yelled moving the pillow away and grabbing my covers to conceal my erection though as it was pretty obvious through my boxers

"Ohh goodness-" she gasps shutting the door again "Oliver! I think you need to have another one of those... chats with your son" she yelled

"What are you going on about Alice?" My dad yelled back from their bedroom

"Ughh! Mum means Newts Wanking again!" Sonya yelled from her own room

"Again? I think he needs to skip the cereal love, it's increasing the libido and production far too much"

"Privacy. In this house. Can I have some please!" I yelled

"You get privacy when you're eighteen" my mum warns hitting my door "Now leave that pillow alone and come down for breakfast"

I sighed and got out of bed getting some fresh clothes on even if I had to give myself a decent adjustment given I was still very hard but I slipped my orange and black button-down on as an overshirt I heard a noise.

Buzz buzz

My phone!

I bolted over grabbed it from its charger and opened it up to see the most wonderful of notifications from the name I put in yesterday

Y/n <;3:

Morning Newt x hope you had a nice night just got to the gym with the girls

So I happily texted her back

Newt:

Morning love X yeah I hope you had a good night too :) you have fun with the girls at the gym, don't work yourself too hard

Y/n <;3:

You're are so sweet x but that's really up to Teresa she makes the plans for everyone I will work as hard as she tells me to

Newt:

Oh, well if she does push you a little too hard maybe I can treat you to another slushie on Monday xx

Y/n <;3:

I'll hold you to that &lt;3

Ummmmm y/n my darling, I put my phone in my pocket and headed down to the kitchen where everyone else sat having breakfast there was silence at the table as I poured some cereal and milk having a couple of spoonfuls before my dad broke the silence.

"Okay. We need a chat"

"Newts in trouble" Sonya laughed

"Dad I wasn't wanking. I was just in bed that's all"

"No no this isn't about that." He says folding his Sunday paper and setting r down beside his coffee "I am sick to death of the name calling, arguments, bickering, complaining, tadletailing, the fights for the bathroom every morning, the constant complaints about space and privacy. I have had it. And you kids can't seem to be mature adults and put it aside so after much long debate your mother and I have come up with a solution." He explained

I merely chewed my cereal sheepishly

"We are clearing out the basement"

For a moment there was a stunned silence and a mild wave of confusion as too if that's what he meant to say and then how that sentence connects to the first.

"Okay... as a bonding exercise?" Sonya asks clearly as confused as me

"Well to some extent," he shrugs

"No we are going to clean out the basement and one of you will be moving down there"

"Into the basement!" Sonya yelled

"Yes, it's a very large room bigger than both your bedrooms, with its own bathroom"

"Yeah and probably a million spiders!" Sonya complained

"I take it you don't want the basement?"

"No!"

"Newt do you have any issues with the basement?"

"...can I do anything I want with it? Furniture? Wallpaper? Can I mount my own TV?"

"You can do whatever you want provided you don't disturb the water heater"

"I'll take it!"

"And what about me?"

"And once Newts emptied his room... well call a contractor. Put an arch in that wall"

"So I get my room and Newt's room!"

"Yes, is this agreeable?"

"Yes!" We both jumped

"But you two have to get it cleaned out"

"Will you take me shopping? To furnish my new basement?"

"Yes but you keep your bed and you keep to a budget"

"Deal!" 

As soon as I finished with breakfast I bolted to the basement door and down the stone stairs clicking the light on to show off the room better.

The large room with grey walls and floor, a bunch of boxes stacked around the place with various household junk, the old sofa from the living room, a small bathroom under the stairs with a shower and bath, toilet and small sink but no door, the water heater in the back corner two small windows to the outside garden, and one light bulb on a old wire. Immediately I sat on the stairs and began to plan my first job to remove all the boxes of stuff. So I started on those closest to the stairs most of it either needed to be tossed or to be put in the attic with other seasonal and memory stuff

"Hey" sonya says as she came down and began to help

"Your helping me?"

"I want your room, I'm gonna use it as a walk in wardrobe. The quicker this gets done the quicker I get my huge room"

"Fine, and I don't have to deal with fighting you for the shower anymore. And I get my cool basement room"

"Whatever" she said as we got on with the slow work but we made good progress finishing the last few boxes by lunch "where's your phone?" She asks as she dug thought a box

"On the sofa," I answered absentmindedly as I looked through a box. It was mostly old family pictures and things, weddings, parties, grandparents and such but I spotted one that for a moment gave me pause.

It was a fairly aged photo with speckled white grain the corners slightly folded and rubbed, for a moment I thought it was me but that would have been stupid.

It was dad.

Sat on the same bleachers that still sat on the track field at school, brown trousers higher then they likely should have been, a white button down with a orange and brown striped knit sweater vest, his face so much like mine I finally get why so much of our family compares me to him the only real difference the thick black frames and darker hair as both Sonya and i's blonde class far more from our mother. But in one hand were some books and the other around a young girl in a flag girl uniform with blonde hair up in a bun.

It's strange I suppose to see my parents like ... people. To remember they had a whole life before they became my parents.

I put it away in the box and picked it up taking it to the top of the stairs for dad to decide what to do with

"Here" Sonya says as she handed me back my phone a she delt with another box

"Thanks what did you want It for anyway? Check the time?"

"My phone's upstairs" she shurgs "and I found his cute, adorable picture that I just had to share"

"-What - what picture?" I stuttered

"This one, I figured y/n would love to see it. Aren't you just so cute? In your little bath with your ducky. You can even see your little butt" she smiled showing me a photo album that did indeed have a photo of me.

I couldn't have been any older then a year old maybe less laid on my stomach butt naked in a bubble bath with my old duck plushie

"Bye newt!" She giggled taking her box and scampering upstairs before I could chase after her

I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. 

Buzz Buzz

Oh dear god please tell me that's not y/n. Please tells me that's just tommy asking about the science homework.

I was almost too scared to look but I knew I had to I forced myself to look and saw it was y/n so quickly opened her message seeing she had seen the phone and has responded

Y/n <;3:

Awwww, newt I didn't know you had a baby brother

Ohh she doesn't think it's me! Okay I can work with that I can fake having a baby brother... can I? I mean it can't be that hard right. I highly doubt my parents are going to be thrilled about me faking having a baby brother, I don't know how well I'd be able to keep that up. And I really like y/n do I want to start our relationship on lies?

Newt:

No, no I don't. we're cleaning out the basement. Sonya thought it would be funny send you that old picture of me I'm really sorry about that.

Y/n <;3:

I thought that might have been the case,

You were a very cute little baby newt X

Don't worry about it I thought it was sweet have fun clearing out x

And then she sent a picture of her in little blue shorts, some trainers, a loose fitting top and sports bra her hair up tightly her headphones in clearly on the treadmill at the gym

Newt:

Thanks X awww you look really cute too x

Have fun at the gym.

I smiled putting my phone away and cleaning up sweeping, moping, dusting, cleaning the years worth of dust from the bathroom dumping loads of chemicals down the drains, letting all the taps run and such as the bathroom has pretty much been inaccessible for a good couple of years. All while thinking to myself what I was going to do with the place.

"Oohh lovely, you've done a good job. Now DIY store closes at four shall we get going?" My dad says as he heads down

"Ohh yeah absolutely" I smiled grabbing a pad and pen from my room and getting into the car with him starting on my list as we drove

"Planning?"

"Yeah"

"I'm sure you'll add your personal touches"

"What's my budget?"

"Let's say three hundred bucks today. That's the usual price for the work needed to turn your old room into an extension of Sonyas anymore we'll sort accordingly so it's fair"

"Thanks for this dad"

"It's fine. Sick of the bathroom fights. Plus that room was getting small for you anyway, especially after you finish school"

"True."

"And... give you and this little lady some privacy"

"She's not my girlfriend dad. Atleast not yet"

"Do you want her to be?"

"Very much"

"Then you'll need the privacy." He says as we parked up.

My dad and I headed through the store, luckily there weren't many people around My dad had the pallet cart as we went around grabbing various things I wanted for my basement room. grabbing some towels, a bathroom shelf for in the shower, a little set for soap, my toothbrush and such, a nice mirror with some lights on, a few nice pillows and a cover for the sofa, a little shelf unit for my collections, a little coffee table, a little wooden unit for my tv stuff, some little curtains for the small windows, a new fitting for the one light, and a couple of other homewear stuff to personalize the place not too much given pretty much everything from my bedroom is coming down with me, and my dad grabbed some stuff and the card for a contractor to come and open up the wall between me and Sonya's rooms. 

"You done?"

"I think so," 

"You'll have to remember to add your bathroom utility bits to the weekly shopping list"

"I will do" I smiled 

"You sure you don't wanna ... grab a little container?" He asks offering a little wicker container from the side 

"Uhh what for?"

"For in your bathroom," 

".... Okay"

"For lady items," he said "Ladies appreciate when boys have stuff for them makes them feel supported"

"Good point" I nodded adding it to the cart 

"When do we get to meet this y/n anyway?"

"I don't know, we're not like dating or anything Dad"

"But you texting?"

"Yeah"

"and walking each other home"

"Yeah"

"Have there been kisses?"

"....Maybe" I blushed "Little kisses, cheek kisses is all"

"I'm sure we'll be seeing her soon then" he chuckled as we headed to the check-out "How about when we get home we throw everything down into the basement and move all your stuff down there then we can just leave you to your design work" 

"Sounds good" I nodded helping as we scanned everything and dad paid so I happily helped excitedly heading out to the car 

"You excited?"

"Of course, I weirdly like interior design"

"What are you most excited about?"

"Uhhhhh.... hummm"

"putting your Tv on the wall?"

"Kinda, I think I'm most excited for my little self unit I can finally property display stuff" 

"Alright lets get your butt home then so you can get working" 

As soon as we got home we moved My stuff downstairs box after box and eventually my furniture too meerly leaving it in the basement.

"Right you have everything you need, call you for dinner"

"Thanks dad" I smiled before he headed up and out the basement or well my room now.

I put on some music and got to work moving furniture and generally sorting the place out which took a good while until At Last collapsing on my bed. And looking at the place.

The large gray basement with the staircase up to the house in the bottom left corner with the bathroom under the stairs, the bottom wall now had my little TV and game stuff set up with the sofa pushed close with a rug and the small coffee table, the water heater in the back corner, my desk with my computer setup at the side along with the shelf where I had set up all my snow globes and other little accumulations, as well as my wardrobe and chest of draws with the wardrobe in the top right corner, the curtains on the little windows and my bed against the wall with my beside table. Of course I still had some stuff to do like the light and a few things I'd need to buy online but I was so happy having a nice private space.

Buzz buzz

I quickly grabbed my phone and smiled as I saw her text

Y/n <;3:

Hey x all done at the gym How'd it go with the basement?

Newt:

Whoa you were there a long time, all good now it's my bedroom

Y/n <;3:

Wow! I bet it looks great

Newt:

I can send a pic if you wanna see?

Y/n <;3:

It's okay I can wait, I'd rather see it in person xx

Newt:

Well you'd more then welcome maybe one night your free you could come over? I could show you the basement and we could run lines?

Y/n <;3:

I'd love to newt x

Just maybe... call it your bedroom, not gonna lie I think it's gonna scare some ladies away if you invite them to 'Come over and spend the night in your basement'

Newt:

Yeah good point x

"Newt! Dinner!' My mum yells

"Coming!" I called back

Newt:

Sorry dinner, got to go

Y/n <;3:

Me too maybe we can chat again later x

Newt:

I'd like that love X 

I got up with my alarm and yawned as I rubbed my eyes pushing back the covers and climbing out the bed

"Ahhh cold floor!" I whined as met feet touched the ice-cold floor so I scampered to the rug "note to self by another rug" I nodded I put my music on and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth while the shower heated up checking my phone as I did

Y/n &lt;3

Good morning x

Ummm my little y/n, she such a sweetheart.

Newt:

Good morning love X sleep okay?

Y/n &lt;3

Unfortunately not

Newt:

No? What's up?

Y/n &lt;3

I think I'm getting Ill that's all

Newt:

Ohh you poor thing, I did say not to overwork yourself at the gym yesterday. Don't push yourself too hard today okay

Y/n &lt;3

I'll do my best

I set my phone down and jumped in the shower scrubbing myself nice and clean before climbing out with my towel and relaxing on the sofa as I got dry, soon enough I picked out my clothes for the day and for dressed into my jaded grey jeans, and grey shirt, loose fitting dark green and red button down rolling my sleeves up and fixing my hair before I grabbed my stuff and headed up to breakfast

"Morning"

"Morning basement boy" Sonya laughed

"I think it's cool, it's like I've got my own little apartment down there" I laughed grabbing some breakfast

"Lunch" my mum smiled handing the bag over

"Thanks mum" I smiled taking it and stuffing it in my bag

"Why are you back to pack lunches again? You miss lunchables?" Dad asked

"I mean kinda. But I've got drama rehearsals at lunch and scholastic after school so haven't really got alot of time"

"Alright have fun" mum smiled

"Will do" I smiled giving them both a hug before headed out to the porch waiting under the stoop to hide from the rain as I put in my headphones Sonya came out not long after and ignored me as usual heading down the street alone so I went on with my music. I got on the bus as soon as it arrived and kept checking my phone incase she messaged I wanted to texted her but I didn't want to seem... needy. Once we got to school I went to my locker as usual doing the shift around I often do on Monday making sure everything is where I need it for the week.

"Morning" Thomas smiled as he arrived at his own locker

"Hey Tommy"

"So... physics"

"Your on your own Tommy"

"What!"

"I did have time"

"Ohh what you been texting y/n all weekend?"

"How do you -"

"Newt, just accept anytime I know anything about you and y/n that you didn't tell me. Teresa told me" 

"What do you and Teresa talk about other than me and y/n?" 

"The State of the Economy" 

"Really?"

"Yeah,"

"You.... you have a weird relationship, Tommy"

"At least I'm in a relationship,"

"I'm making progress, we send little kisses now"

"I've heard,"

"But I've been doing a lot of stuff I've moved rooms now so I had a busy weekend"

"Moved rooms?"

"I live in the basement now"

"Like a weird uncle?"

"No! Like a cool hip teen"

"Like a weird uncle" He nods

"It's cool! I have a sofa, and I'm thinking of buying a projector"

"Okay projector movie nights in a basement does sound cool, we should set up a movie night and get some pizza and popcorn"

"We should. But I have no physics help so we're all alone. I've also done so studying so... I may be a bit fucked"

"Yeah, you are definitely fucked" 

I sighed putting my stuff in my locker and grabbing my lunch 

"How bad did that go for you?" Thomas asked

"Uhhhh... Bad" I sighed "But it's over, Come on we have rehearsals"

"You excited to see your girlfriend?" he joked

"You excited to see Your girlfriend?" I glared back

"Course, I'm dating the head cheerleader I'm always excited to see her" He laughed as we headed through to the drama room and I found myself a seat as he met with Teresa,

"Hi Newt" I heard behind me so I turned and smiled as I saw her

"Hi y/n" I smiled seeing her as she came over and sat on the chair beside me, she had little black sneakers today, light blue leggings, a little black denim skirt, and a little blue fluffy jumper with the sleeves pulled down to her hands so she could ball them up, very little makeup on her face so much even I noticed she had more makeup on in her pic at the gym then she did today, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail with a little blue scrunchie "You okay?"

"Yeah, Just not really feeling that great today"

"Ohh you poor thing, you don't look so good. I mean you look nice obviously but -"

"Thank you newt, but it's okay I know I'm not my usual cute cheerleader today"

"Well I still think you look very nice"

"Thank you" she smiled 

"Right kids I hope you've all been reading your scripts as we begin blocking" Miss Mary began "Nowhere better to begin than the beginning let go" she said 

So everyone for the opening scene got up with their scrips 

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked her

"I should be" She smiled taking her script and heading up with everyone else 

I wasn't needed for the first number so I got comfy keeping my script so I could keep track of where we were while I had my lunch often meeting y/n's eyes she was clearly nervous and not doing so well but I made sure to give her a smile which often made her smile a little

"Alright let's run it through from the top scripts in hand"

"September 1st 1989, Dear Diary..." She began 

We didn't even get to me needing to rehearse today but we made good progress on the opening number even if we overran a little meaning everyone was late to our next classes having to rush off quickly. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful so I headed to scholastic sitting and doing as little work as usual given we didn't need to do much. Miyoko pretty much had all of this in the bag and the rest of us merely used the room to sit down and snack on what I hadn't eaten from lunch.

"Alright kids, get off now before the track practice lets out and blocks the car park up" Jorge told us as we finished the last practice question 

I didn't waste any time as dark clouds were looming and it would likely rain before I got home so I got my stuff and scampered through the school, and out to the car park and once again I found myself stopped by the light of the track field. 

I should really get home I'll get soaked if I don't... 

But I do wanna check in on y/n she if she's still okay. 

So I headed into the track field seeing the cheerleaders doing a routine but y/n wasn't with them? I saw her with her back up in the bleachers with her script so I headed up and sat beside her 

"Hi Y/n"

"Ohh Hi newt" she smiled putting her script back in her bag 

"What are you doing up here?"

"Teresa said it would be best I stay up here today"

"Awww, because you're not feeling well?" I asked and she nodded sadly 

"And I didn't wanna anything happen to my uniform, it stains I have to buy a new one," she says shuffling her feet 

"Ohh,"

"I miss my uniform"

"Yeah you look really cute in your uniform, but I still think you look really nice. I actually kinda like this outfit better" 

"Really?"

"yeah, I mean of course you look good as a cheerleader. But I really think you look cute like this it's less cheerleader more... you. You don't blend into the back of the cheer squad like this" 

"I thought everyone loved the cheerleaders"

"Everyone does, and if you like your cheer uniform you should wear it but if you want to wear some other outfits somedays, I think it makes you look really pretty"

"Thank you newt" she smiled 

"Are you feeling okay? I've been kinda worried about you all day"

"That's sweet, I'll be okay," She says "I'm pretty used to it" she smiled 

"Can I ask what is wrong? you don't have to tell me if you don't want to"

"It's okay newt it's just that time of the month"

"Ohh." I nodded "Uhh here" I said grabbing my bag and having a dig around for a moment "Did you want some painkillers? I've been packing them every day since the incident with Ben"   

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not, you're in more pain than I am" I happily handed them over to her and she quickly took one 

"Thank you newt, that's very sweet" she smiled moving to lean her head on my shoulder wrapping her hands around my arm 

"You're welcome, whatever I can do to help," I told her putting the packet away in my bag 

"Is that a chocolate bar?" She perked up a little as she spotted the last part of my lunch a small Milky Way chocolate bar 

"Ohh yeah guess I didn't eat it at lunch"

"... Could I be cheeky?"

"Depends?"

"Could I have it?"

"You want my chocolate?"

"Ummmm" she nods "I'll trade you a fruit roll-up?" 

"Don't worry about it" I smiled handing over the Milky Way, 

"Nooo I feel bad-"

"Don't worry about it, really love"

"Are you sure? I feel bad just taking it and not giving you anything for it"

"It's okay, I know chocolate helps so you can have it" 

"You're too sweet" she smiled nuzzling a little closer

"Well, I don't like to see you in pain," I told her 

"newt?"

"Yeah?" I asked turning a little to look down at her as she nuzzled on my shoulder she smiled up at me and moved closer giving my lips a soft little kiss barely even a second, her lips so sweet and soft with a gentle cherry sent, before she pulled back and nuzzled herself into my neck and tightened her arms around my arm 

"Thank you Newtie" She smiled 

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh" was all that arrived in my mouth "You uhh you're welcome" I blushed hard trying not to faint but I smiled widely and held her arm gently and leant my head on hers too. 

as much as I utterly adored our little cuddle the clouds only grew darker so I spoke up,

"Hey? If you're not actually cheering we could start the walk home? try and beat this rain?"

"They don't like me to leave early"

"They won't notice, I won't tell I promise" 

"I would, but my dad's picking me up tonight"

"Ohh okay sorry"

"No, it's okay, if you like I can get him to drop you off at home so you don't have to walk"

"You don't have to"

"No no, it's no trouble" she smiled 

We watched the track guys practice and her cheer girls run through routines often getting closer and every so often sharing a little kiss I felt so utterly happy so peaceful like I just wanted to squeeze her in my arms and fall asleep but I was right and when the rain came it came with a score to settle. The rest of practice was cut off as the track got rained out in minutes, the car park drain overflowing and flooding the car park with a good few inches of water luckily we hid under the bleachers waiting as many got in their cars and scampered 

"There he is!" she says spotting her dad's car pulling in almost having to shout over the sound of the rain. I followed her kinda nervous as we went over to the tall car and she tapped on the driver's window, It vrred as the window rolled down revealing her father. 

He was a wide man in a green button-down shirt, his face sharp and intense with a scowl across his face as he looked over at us his hands on the wheel in a tight grip his hands scared. 

I gulped rather afraid. 

"Hi daddy, Would it be okay if we took my friend home? so he doesn't have to walk in the rain?"

There was silence for a moment he looked at me and then back to her all while we stood getting soaked 

"Please daddy," she asks sweetly 

He gruffly nodded "Boy in the front" he demanded 

"Thank you" she smiled opening the door to climb into the back 

"thank you sir" I nodded going around and climbing into the passenger seat once we were sorted he started the car up and headed off the rain didn't easy battering the car the wipers on their fastest speed to try and keep the window clear, I did my best not to drip or get dirt on the car or make eye contact with her father 

"Name?" he asks me 

"Ohh uhh Isaac, Sir." I explained

"shhh" he warns making me gulp again "She's asleep"

I looked into the back and y/n had fallen asleep in the backseat 

"she always falls asleep in the rain, and she's not well anyway"

"Yeah, I gave her some painkillers I don't think that helped" I nodded 

"Isaac you said?"

"Yeah, everyone just calls me Newt though"

"Ahh" He nods "So you're newt."

I was stunned for a moment "You've heard about me?"

"I haven't stopped bloody hearing about you in months" 

"I uhh I didn't know that" I blushed 

"Good of you, taking care of her today and all"

"It's okay, I was more than happy too."

"Good, She's mentioned she'd like for you to come to dinner one evening, that something you agree with?"

"Yeah absolutely I'd love too. And I'd love to have her over too one evening"

"I'm not going to pry, I don't wanna know." he says "But Whatever you are... Look after her for me. She means a lot to me."

"I will do sir" I nodded "She means a lot to me too" I smiled "Did you need me to-" I began 

"I know where you live" he says, "she told me."

"Ahh alright then" I nodded and soon enough we arrived at my house "Thanks for the lift"

"Don't worry about it," he says 

"Is she still asleep? I don't wanna wake her"

"I'll be the bad guy" he chuckled "So you don't have to" he laughs "Y/n!" 

"Hummm?"

"You were asleep hun"

"I wasn't sleeping" she yawns "I was just resting my eyes" she says clearly having been asleep "Ohh is it time to go?"

"Yeah, thanks for the ride through"

"It's okay, I'll see you tomorrow?" she says moving closer to the front seats

"Of course, I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Okay, Bye" she smiled 

"Bye" I smiled back I wanted to give her one more kiss but given her dad was right there I knew that likely wasn't the best idea for my continued... being aliveness. But she smiled and gave my lips a sweet little kiss just like on the bleachers 

"Bye newt"

"Bye love" I smiled trying not to blush to hard grabbing my stuff and quickly getting out the car giving them both a wave as I headed inside away from the rain and the car drove off as I shut the door and raced past the kitchen 

"Dinner will be done in a bit Isaac" My mum shouts as I went past

"Okay call me when its done" I smiled bolting down to my basement room dumping my bag and jumping on my bed hugging my pillow tightly over my face as I screamed with joy an excitement! 

[perennialwitness]

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It is a Wednesday night, the time of year is irrelevant because tonight I am doing what I do most nights. I'm on the couch or in my bed, my left hand of its own volition strokes at my facial hair. It plucks any that feels out of place. How it determines which to preen and which to spare is beyond me. The operation is mechanical, exacting and precise. While the left works the right entertains. It holds my cell phone, my fingers, even when empty, rest in the shape of it. Four fingers wrapped around the back while the thumb floats, ready to scroll. My right hand shows me the world. Ads for SUVS, photos of old friends starting families, dogs, cats, houseplants. I scroll and scroll through waves of injustice and mental health advice, absorbing information, commenting silently on what people choose to share. Every so often I get the desire to submit pieces of my own life if only in an effort to prove that I exist outside of this cycle. More often than not I come to my senses deleting the photo or witty tweet I'd spent the last half hour concocting. I stalk my exes which unearths memories buried for the sake of my ego. Masochism offers novelty, though there are only so many scabs to pick. To clear my head I turn my attention toward hookups and one night stands in search of photos that might fill in the gaps and remind me of what their bodies felt like. With a buzz my phone informs me that UberEats is offering $20 off on Popeye's Fried Chicken— for a moment my scrolling stops as the serotonin of receiving a notification slips through my fingers. I mourn the loss briefly and then before regular brain function can resume I continue my journey. With deft flicks I alternate apps; Twitter, Instagram, Reddit, Instagram, Discord, Twitter, Tiktok… when I've opened Facebook it occurs to me that I've become desperate. Somewhere between missed birthdays, Bible verses and conspiracy theories I begin to think that maybe I'm lonely and that a partner might save me from the void or at the very least distract me for a bit. I open Tinder, Bumble, Hinge and the swiping begins again. I examine the profiles of women in my area and judge them based upon how they choose to present themselves. Bad angles, blurry photos, hiding amongst crowds all rejectable offenses. Buzz words like BLM and Adventure cause me to sneer. The matches I am able to make I rarely engage with, though I peruse their profiles and imagine how our interactions might play out if I weren't just using them for validation. I feel guilty about none of this as I assume they are doing the same as I am across town. Eventually I tire of possibility and go in search of porn. I scroll through page after page of thumbnails hunting for the right video. The options are endless and so rather than masturbate as I intended I create reasons not to; bad quality, unappetizing position choices, too rough, too soft, over produced, racist, constant talking, forced moaning, and on and on until I'm no longer aroused. This is when the guilt comes and before I know it my left hand has a new job. It doesn't take long, a minute or so, the orgasm is barely noticeable, but the new wave of guilt that follows is heavy. It is enough to shake me from my daze and I am suddenly aware of the time, hours have passed, lost to the algorithm, my precious minutes converted into data to be sold. My phone buzzes in my hand and I waste no time checking to see who might be reaching out to me. The notification reads: Your average screen time has increased by two hours this week and I open up Twitter to begin the cycle again.

[stonyponyofficial]

i was tagged by @cyber--grrl to list ten songs with food and or beverage in the title. thanks fer the tag :3

ill also rate how yummy each song is for fun! 😋

1. dog food - 100 gecs: mm yummy girlkibble just for me ^w^ also very yummy song. the beginning gives me goosebumps every time, and the ending vocal noise feels very eating kibblecore.... u agree right? umm 8/10

2. Chocolate Matter - Sweet Trip: if there were something out there generically called like "chocolate flavored matter" i think id eat it. also DELICIOUS song lots of variety and good texture here 9/10

3. Cream Soda no Yuutsu - ......... : ill admit im not much of a cream soda fanatic. nothing against it in fact it sounds quite yummy at the moment i just don't really have it ever. similar feelings about the song. good i just haven't listened to it much.. feels like im on a cream soda beach being soaked in the waves 7/10

4. Lean Beef Patty - JPEGMAFIA, Danny Brown: mmm yumm yummy yummy scaring the hoes for dinner AGAIN fuck yesss 🥰😻 however just a patty? in a state of being .. maybe cooked? could just be raw meat on a plate. hmmmm. while the song would be near perfect yumminess on my Violet Yumminess Scale the title brings it down a lot... ill say 6/10

5. honeydew blue - 800 Cherries: oooh double fruits on this one :3c melons besides the famous wawermelon aren't really my go-to fruit snack but id have a little if u were having some o_o and like u were making it look really good idk... oh and id have a few of those 800 cherries u have too even tho i said i didn't really like those too... also the song is what i hear when im full from a nice fruit meal. and the triannnggllleeee 😩 chews on it. it is metal. i was gonna give this song an 8 but me not liking honeydew that much should not bring it down this song is a 9/10 yumminess

6. Fresh Meat - Diet Tea Other Cola: yet again we run into the clash between song and title yumminess. fresh meat: the song's yumminess comes from dtoc's slick lyrics and how they mix like backing screams into these songs with little midi beats? i think they're an interesting artist but thats for another time. fresh meat: the food however? would maybe not be as yummy i think. 4/10 bleh!

7. Princess Lunas Glorious Grilled Cheese Sandwiches - Cats Millionaire: i would do unspeakable things to a grilled cheese rn. especially if it was one of princess lunas 😳.... isn't my favorite off fun fun fun but is still yummy in its own right! 7/10

8. Hotel Breakfast - Bladee: listen if there's a whole buffet of shitty breakfast food im there. and if there's a bladee song about it im also there. wait he missed the hotel breakfast bc he slept too late? rookie mistake. 6/10 for missing it lol

9. Stir Fry - Migos: mmmmmm im just making myself hungry now. personally id fuck up some stir fry. chunky ass noodles. little corn. shit. and this Migos song? yummy enough to back it up 8/10

10. Piggy Pie - Insane Clown Posse: hmmmm if we're talking like a pork pot pie from the freezer section yeah sure yummy as hell. however im not sure about these fellas food handling credentials or their ingredients..... song is very crunchy and record scratchy and yummy however so to balance all this. a 7/10 yumminess :3

okay here is where i use my summoning spells.... in case anyone would like to show off their yummy songs as well ^w^ u don't have to rate them that was just for me hehe.... u don't even have to make a post we can just think about yummy songs together instead! ummm okay here i goes @numetalpuppygirl @metroid-fusion @transgirlmononoke @malicious-face @toriel-vapes @a-little-bit-poss SHAZOOO spell of increase ur notification number by one

and as always thanks for w

and as always anyone can lie and say i tagged them if they wanna do yummy song game!