#bubble bpm

[10nantscompanion]

In case you were thinking of getting a bubble or fromm subscription:

here's how the idol's I am or was subscribed to text

ateez:

Seonghwa:

seonghwa loml

he usually texts quite often!!

he's a very quick typer, so even though he's not online for long periods of time he still talks A LOT.

he talks very cutesy and slangy so - as a Korean learner - I sometimes have a hard time understanding him, but I feel like I've kinda gotten used to it by now haha I've definitely learned a lot of new words talking to him

sometimes he goes live on toktoq after being online on fromm 🥺

Yunho:

I've only just subscribed to him yesterday but he was online today so... I can give somewhat of a feedback I guess???

yunho talks a lot less cutesy than seonghwa does, so I can understand him quite well lol

was online for a longer period than seonghwa usually is, but he took his time typing his messages, giving me more time to think of a reply

OH

I've been telling him "goodbye" "see you later" "have a nice day" for... idk like 10 minutes until he actually left. HE SEEMED LIKE HE WAS GONNA LEAVE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT BUT EVERYTIME I SAID GOODBYE HE CAME UP WITH NEW THINGS TO TALK ABOUT LOL

oh

while writing this post he went online again

TO SEND

THIS

San:

I didn't have him for long cause he was always online at inconvenient times (usually around 4 or 5 am where I live) so I kept missing him :(

he's funny though!!! especially when he talks about forcing seonghwa to workout with him lol

I learned some verb endings from him that I didn't know before

can't really say much about the way he talks cause I kept missing him

I do love him 3000 though

Taemin:

lots of selfies!!! and when I say lots I mean LOTS!! mainly gym, taxi and bed selfies

also a lot of cat content!!! (very worth it imo)

doesn't text a lot but he "calls" A LOT (so basically lots of video and voice live streams) sometimes even daily!!!

Xdinary Heroes

Gaon:

usually texts everyday but mostly just 1-3 messages a day

however sometimes he's online for an hour or so!! he's very cute!! (gets shy when he's being complimented haha)

he likes to take photos while taking walks!!! he also sends selfies pretty regularly!!

he barely ever sends voice messages though!! I think he sent like 1 during the last year lol

O.de:

SO MANY SELFIES

daily selfies!!!

doesn't text a lot but he does go online daily!! (maybe it's different now I've only had him for a few months a year ago or so)

Jooyeon:

not online regularly BUT when he's online he sends a lot of voice messages of him singing!!

he also likes to send goofy photos lol

skz

Chan:

barely online BUT he translates everything he says which is very cute!!!

he's as delusional as we are lol

LeeKnow

doesn't talk a lot BUT is online almost everyday!!

CAT CONTENT!!!!! (=^･ω･^=)

likes to send tiny LOUD voice messages

loves to take pictures of his food at very unflattering, unappetizing angles lol

Hyunjin:

phew

I've only had him for a month or so a year ago

sends quite a lot of pictures which is cool!!

online almost everyday but only sends a few messages

Felix:

sometimes online multiple times a day

occasionally won't be online for days or weeks though

BUT WHEN HE'S ONLINE he's online for hours lol

sends his entire camera roll

lots of voice messages (usually in Korean and English)

sometimes does song covers and asmr

lots of good night voice memos with kisses hehe

he's very silly and asks you to do aegyo in exchange for photos

he can be pretty sentimental at times too which is very cute!

[theinfinitedivides]

this one hit me in the f*cking shower you don't get it. if Taemin and Jinki are packing their bags and giving the middle finger to the pink blooded corp then is the end of the SM!OnTae Bubble era. what is going to happen to Bubble

live footage of Taemin outside of the SM headquarters

[kaopiak]

I just saw your art and damn it's pretty good and your chars seem very unique too

curious about amphy, he looks like a fun fella :]

Hi thank you so much for looking at my art and characters! I appreciate it greatly :D

Amphy is a fun guy indeed let me share some facts and lore about him too:

Amphy is an anthropomorphous being of liquid, he is a part of a species of alien who are liquids who can solidify and liquefy at will. I haven't decided on what sort of liquid he is specifically but he's supposed to resemble something like water/soda due to his blue color and bubbles beneath the surface.

Amphy is a fun-loving guy, he seems to be friendly with everyone around him and sees all people in good faith. He's always quick on his feet, doesn't like to sit still much at all. He goes about a mile a minute in everything he does (which results in him leaving some messes behind lol he is working on that)

He loves high energy folk, any activity is a fun activity so long as everyone is in good mood and spirits. Amphy is also the type of character to help someone in need without reward.

He always reminds people to stay hydrated! His favorite vegetables are cucumbers and his favorite food to eat is fried shrimps.

Originally he was going to be an escaped science experiment! His name 'Amphy' came from Amplifier, the idea was the science lab he was developed in was beneath a club and he wanted to escape and experience the energy and BPM. He still keeps his love of music despite his lore change, his gloves are CD players hahah

He hangs out with a group of others of his species and they like to participate in friendly races! The group consisting of these other characters I made. From left to right:

Rana , Cathy , Astrodiesel, and Rollo

They're all semi-cybernetic but can all become into liquid form.

I don't have too much to share, but if I ever want to draw a loosely designed character with high energy he's very fun for me haha

[gaykey]

new shawol here! i'm so happy i found your tumblr ;^; twitter is a mess and nothing makes sense over there. i've been seeing so many cryptic tweets about january and the drama with taemin and jinki and jinki's ceo and im so confused aaaaa would you mind explaining? are they really fighting?

what did ceo jang say?

helloooo, and hello to other anon who sent the latter message the other day - i wnated to dig a little bit more before i replied, because even though i was online at the time, there was a lot of messy stuff happening.

this got long, so i'm putting it under a cut.

so - from my understanding, this started due to all the shit happening with smtown live.

fans were already a bit antsy due to there being no shinee group activites for what was at this point, a year & a half? pretty much since taemin and jinki left sm.

so, when the smtown live stuff came out, and jinki was in the promo, but not taemin, people were even more worried. (apparently he was also cut out of some mv footage but idk if that's true.)

theeen, when sm town rolled around, jinki wasn't even there....

this of course caused a lot of drama, rumours were flying, and people were laying some of the blame at griffin & bpm's door.

this all accumulated in ceo jang going on a, in my opinion, very unproffesional, rant on insta.

he said that other companies were the reason that many shinee activities, including an apparent mini album, concerts, a winter single, didn't happen (now this where a LOT of the drama came from. i, like many, assumed he was talking about sm, but others felt like he was ALSO pointing the finger at bpm) the companies made it difficult for shinee to do group stuff ect ect.

so, the taemates were PISSED. some people tried to explain, that a translation of what he said wasn't fully accurate, and we should not assume he was targeting bpm, and therefore taemin. but those people just got told that they were siding with a ceo over taemin.

now, at the time, i saw people saying he was and wasn't blaming bpm too, so...........either way. he should not have aired his shit out on insta, like...c'mon dude.

but, it was messy. all the subfandoms were arguing, people were attacking taemin, and jinki, and minkey.

and then, taemin sent a bubble message saying: "i'm writing this for the fans who might be worried about shinee. i'm sorry i couldn't participate in shinee suring the smtown concert. i wanted to finish negotiating with the company and join shinee activities quickly, but it seems like it will take some time to get things sorted out. but we are making progress, and it seems like it will end soon. the other members and i want to protect shinee and continue our story together. so, if you think i don't want to do shinee, or are worried you wont be able to see shinee anymore, pleqse don't worry. i hope what i say doesn't become a burden to someone else. all the members love shinee and have the same heart. we are working carefully to prepare for shinee, so let's see each other soon with smiling faces. have a good day and thank you, always."

this made things worse in terms of inter-fandom feuding. people were upset and angry that taemin had to apologise at all. or that he felt upset, targeted ect. which i agree with. it makes me sad to think that he felt at fault.

especially since, taemin is the kind of person that really values people's perception of him, and takes these kind of thinga to heart.

people were annoyed that taemin spoke up, but jinki didn't, when it was his ceo that basically started the drama, and that he should have defended taemin.

so, to jump to now - people feel there's awkwardness or tension between ontae due to this.

some portion of taemates are basically ot4s now, or all out akgaes, and say that, 'if you love taemin at all, you wouldn't call yourself a shawol'. they say that the silence from jinki said everything, and 'of course there's tension now, what did you expect' ect ect, in varying degrees of nastiness.

now, maybe it's because from what i see, a lot of taemates are quite young, but to me, it seems ridiculous, that taemin & jinki, would let something like this, get between their 20 year relationship.

adult relationships are complex, let alone one that has spanned such a long time, and has been a weird amalgamation of coworkers and family on top of eevverything they've been through.

if they did have any issues surrounding this incident, i'm sure they would have worked it out, in private.

just because we didn't see it, doesn't mean it didn't happen.

taemin akgaes were looking for a reason to hate shinee even more, jumped onto the smallest thing they could, and invented a ontae feud.

and i don't how people are not blaming the true villain here - SM!!

anyway, sorry this is long, and there's probably something i missed out, but that's jist of it.

[coffeelomort]

Considering that Ruta's song has a higher BPM than I think anyone was expecting, I thought I'd list out each song and its BPM (taken from the official lyrics uploaded to the site) to figure out which one was actually "fastest".

EVER RED: 143

Aozora no Memory: 185

ALL SO BAD: 223

Your Melody: 154

Key My Notes: 224

Charcoal White: 126

Yotsuba Tsuzuri no Rhapsody: ??? (Seems like they forgot to include the BPM for this one)

Haikei Akatsuki Someru Niji Yo: 200

BUBBLE: 133

Bouquet of Wishes: 146

I'm Stitch Dot: 130

Nagaki Hitomi no Sirius: 100

As of now, only the instrumentals and official lyrics for up to Nagaki Hitomi no Sirius has been released, but using one of those likely not entirely accurate online calculators, I got the following for the songs available on streaming services:

Yotsuba Tsuzuri no Rhapsody: 104

Tied 2 Order: 141

So overall, it seems like Blue Bouquet is actually taking the crown overall for fastest tempos (especially with Key My Notes and Haikei Akatsuki Someru Niji Yo being both 200+, and AoMemo being 180+).

[iveneverbeenhere]

“The body is the law, and I’m only human after all”

Summary: Namjoon loves you a little too much❤️

Genre: Dark fic, Yandere, Dead Dove do not eat?

CW: Yandere Namjoon, he’s wilding in this. Cursing. Descriptions of bodily harm, organs and blood. Shit gets weird

Word Count: 0.5K

A/N: This is pretty different from what I usually write but fuck it we ball. 🫡🫡

Kim Namjoon is meticulous.

He’s a man who needs to search every nook and cranny before he experiences any satisfaction.

Especially, when it comes to you.

Namjoon cannot learn enough about you.

You’ve been together for years, but it still doesn’t feel like he knows enough.

He knows you’ve had a couple of relationships before him. The first was a 2-year relationship that was ended by you because your ex became emotionally unavailable. The second was a year-and-a-half-long relationship that was ended by your ex because they had “found someone else”. What an absolute cunt.

He knows you have a mole on the nape of your neck that you refuse to get rid of because “It’s a good ice breaker”. You have exactly 5 scars littered around your body. A small one on your right forearm, a thin one on your left cheek, a noticeable one on your right knuckles, an incredibly faded one on your left knee, and a more recent one on the back of your right ankle.

The first three come from childhood accidents. The other two happened because, just like him, you’re clumsy.

Speaking of your childhood, Namjoon hates your parents and siblings.

The fact that there are people who have known you more than him categorically? Unacceptable.

He bubbles in rage knowing that they saw you through each phase of your life. That they saw your first steps, your first words. They saw you through your embarrassing phases and comforted you when you were upset about something you laugh about now.

Nothing eats him up more than second-hand information.

Nonetheless, he begrudgingly accepts it.

He’ll make do with your stretch marks, scars, and stories that you tell him about yourself. Still, he can’t help but imagine knowing you even deeper when he lays on your steady chest in the dark of your shared home.

Your usual 78 bpm slows down to 65 bpm. He can imagine your red blood cells flowing to your aterums and thoracic cavity through your tubes. He can somewhat feel the shape of your ribs and picture your lungs behind them. He still needs more.

He needs to vivisect you. To cut you down from your throat to your genitals. He needs to open your ribs and feel your heart thump in his bare hands. To feel your intestines, so that even if he went blind, he’d still retain the shape.

He wants to open your brain. To caress the folds of it and ask you when and where each one developed. To touch your vocal cords and feel the muscles reverberate as you guide him through your organs.

He wants to rest his head on your exposed heart, to feel the blood pool and clot onto his face. He wants the metallic smell of your blood to suffocate his senses. He needs to feel you so deeply that it stains him.

A boy can dream, can’t he?

[anjuschiffer]

A God's Request

And here I am with Day 3!! Really trying my best to participate QQ

Day 3: Hiding; Bingo Card: John Constantine, Tikki

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Tags: @maribat-bpm @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha @startouchedqueen1318

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AO3

One minute he was comfortably sitting on his couch in the House of Mystery and the next, a baby landed right on top of him, expelling all the oxygen in his lungs. The baby laughed in glee as it stared at Constantine, his large green eyes boring through him.

Bright green eyes, golden blond locks of hair…he reminded him of the Sun.

It took him a few second to regain his breathing and when he did-

“What in the absolute fuck-”

“I knew you were crude, but to be so ill-mouthed around a child?” A voice reprimanded. “I should’ve known better than to expect you not to curse around one.”

Constantine tilted his head back, not expecting to see the literal Goddess of Creation and God of Destruction hovering above his head.

In one fell swoop, he sat up, careful to not drop the bab-

“Who’s fucking kid-” He tried to ask, only for his mouth to clamp shut with a wave of Tikki’s paw. The baby gave out another bubbly laugh, his squeals causing ringing in John’s ear. And not the pleasant type.

“Constantine!” Tikki scolded, causing Plagg to cackle in support. “Plagg! Don’t laugh about this!”

“But Sugar Cube!” He whined, landing on top of John’s nest for hair. “How can I not?”

“Will one of the two of you just explain to me what in the bloody hell is going on?” John demanded, lowering the baby’s hand from touching his face. “Who’s baby is thi-”

“He’s ours.” Plagg proudly answered him, John watching as the God morphed into his humanoid form, shocked to see the baby completely unfazed by Plagg’s bizarre form. If anything, the baby looked as if he was more used to his form, quietly snuggling against Plagg as it soon drifted to sleep. 

John found himself staring at the God’s new form, realizing he must be the only person to ever witness this form or -at best- one of few to ever see the God’s humanoid form.

Three green eyes, six upper limbs, three sets of wings and two tails…the God reminded John more of a demon than a -well- God.

“I thought your kind couldn’t procreate, much less create life.” John reminded them once he stared at the God long enough to memorize his features. “ I thought it was against-”

“We’re not prohibited from creating life,” Tikki corrected him, transforming into her own humanoid form, John also taking note of her new form.

While Plagg had four upper limbs, she had four. Where he had three eyes, she only had two.

Her form looked more human despite her three sets of wings. “We are prohibited from creating our own kind or creating lifeforms similar to our constitutions, like the Renlings.” Tikki clarified. “Humans; we can create those as long as we have a base.”

A base… John didn’t like the sound of that.

“Are you allowed to use an existing human’s soul to create a new one? Or did you not care what you used for your base as long as you were able to make your twisted creation of a child?” He questioned, getting an immediate reaction from the Gods in the form of the pressure in the room getting heavier with each passing second. 

He didn’t think he would hit the head on the nail that close.

John felt as his knees dared to buckle under him, struggling to even keep his head up. 

“How dare you-” Tikki started, only for Plagg to cut her off.

“You should know by now that we are not like other entities you’ve encountered, Constantine.” Plagg lowered the intensity of the air, allowing John to collapse onto his sofa. “We know the value of human lives. We care for them as they are also our own.”

“So why the kid then? Why make-”

“We wanted to know what it meant to be…parents. To raise a child.” Tikki whispered, caressing the baby’s hair, tucking a strand behind his ear. “But we forgot to take a few things into consideration.”

“Which would be?” 

“If we raise him in our realm, he would only know life within the white empty space that is the Miracle Box.” Plagg elaborated. “He would live as the only human among 19 Gods…that isn’t exactly a life a human child should be living.”

“And what is?” Constantine challenged. 

“To be raised by another human being. One we trust.” Tikki proudly answered, looking at Constantine dead in the eyes.

“Me?” He pointed to himself. “What made you think I am qualified to raise this kid as a regular human child?” John scoffed. “I mean, take a look around.” He motioned to the House. “I’m the least suitable person to raise a child. 

I’m constantly at death’s door and if not, the Devil’s. Placing him into my hands would mean making him a tar-”

“We made him using a previous wielder’s soul…and your DNA.” Tikki handed the baby over to Constantine. “He’s a True Holder but also a magician…he is going to be a target no matter where he stays, but under your care, he will be safe.”

“How can you be so sure-” Constantine watched as the Gods slowly began to morph back to their smaller forms, Constantine watching as they softly landed onto the baby’s shoulder.

Before he could ask them to look for someone else to care for the child, he noticed the tips of their limbs grow transparent, as if they were slowly disappear-

Bloody liars, the lot of them.

Tears spilled from Tikki’s eyes as Plagg snuggled closer to the child.

“You didn’t make him…did you?” Constantine snarled.

He had heard of it before, thinking it was nothing more than a legend. 

The Elixir of Life: water from the Fountain of Youth…the blood of the Gods…

What possessed these Gods to give up their mortality to deage one of their chosen Holders? To make him a demi-god? No God he met before would ever think to give up their immortality and power for a mere human…

“You should know by now that we are not like other entities you’ve encountered, Constantine.” 

“We partially made him…” Plagg tried to sass John, but it already took all his strength to talk. 

“It was difficult to save his soul from the Wish granted in his universe.” Tikki tried to explain. ”We had to give a piece of our own souls to be able to fully mend his. And then we used your DNA to give him a physical form again.” Tikki said with a smile before it warbled into a frown. “John…please promise us you will protect him.”

I’m sorry I broke our promise, Marinette…

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“Tikki, let him live a better life.” Marinette’s voice trembled as she looked over towards Adrien’s cold, lifeless body. “And promise me that you’ll protect him, okay?”

Everything had gone wrong. Hawkmoth had gotten the better of them, he had found out about their plan. Of his son’s betrayal.

To make sure that neither of them would get in his way, he did the one thing they thought he would never do: kill.

First he went after his own son, and then her.

He took the ring and the earrings and made his Wish…or at least…tried to.

Tikki always knew Marinette was the best of her Bugs for far. The smartest one of them all.

Using Mullo and Fluff, Marinette managed to take back the ring from Gabriel and summoned a Cataclysm.  

“Tikki, his soul is still there…take this.” Marinette handed Tikki a small glowing pink vial. “This will help you track the fragments-”

“Marinette, let us-”

“Someone has to leave with their memories intact in case anything goes wrong here.” Marinette said with a weak smile. “Adrien might not know about this role until something does happen, but if it ever does happen…I know he will do a good job.”

“Marinette,” Tikki cried, going over to her, only to be repelled by an unknown field. “What-”

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Chenge, Grand Guardian of the MIracle Box.” She started, placing the Cataclysm onto the ever spreading Wish and released Plagg at once. “I hereby release Tikki, Plagg and Fluff from their material forms and give them back their eternal ones.” 

Tikki felt something inside her snap, as if rewiring her system. “They are bound to the Miraculous nevermore and are shielded from being forced into a Miraculous from here on out…Fluff.” Marinette looked at the Kwami, giving her one last smile as the Cataclysm started to engulf her body. “Take them somewhere safe after they find Adrien…okay?”

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John watched as the Gods were no longer beings…having dusted to who knows where.

He was left behind with their “child” in their arms, then realizing that he had no choice but to accept his job.

As he was about to lay the child down, he noticed a small chain that led to his overall pockets. 

He fished the item out and found a locket with a small pocket watch in it. Engraved on the side was the name Adrien…

“So that’s your name, huh, little Bugger?” John finally placed the child down, watching as he continued to sleep. “Seeing as you were made from my blood,” he rubbed his neck as the thought flipped around his head. “I guess I have to call you Adrien Constantine, don’t I?”

He let Adrien continue to sleep as he took out his phone and pulled up a contact and was about to call them when he stopped himself.

That’s right.

He had to keep his existence a secret.

And there was only one way to keep him a secret: to not talk about him.

Turning his phone off, John decided to join the child on the sofa and drift to sleep, his mind thinking of ways to keep this child a secret…

For as long as he could…

Maybe…

Forever…

[kaciidubs]

The pic chan uploaded on bubble with this beige hoodie gave me some ideas for example having a movie night with him and him wearing that hoodie only for you to ask him to take it off because it’s too warm and he does as told because he wants you to be comfortable and then you quickly take it out of his hands and put it on looking at him with your pretty smile and he just laughs “you just wanted to steal my clothes again” and you just look up at him from Your place in his chest with a pout “I like your clothes they smell like you and make me feel like home” and chan probably melts at your cuteness…

Also him putting his hands on your hips while you’re on top of him while you wear his oversized hoodie and it’s completely innocent until you start to move around on top of him to get comfortable and he just groans and goes like “baby I would really advise you to stop moving” and if you just look at him and smile move your hips again “why channie? Can’t control yourself?”….

Congrats you probably won’t walk anywhere for at least a few hours 😔

OH MY GWAAAAAAAAAD--

You wanna know the worse part? I was at work for the whole movie date. I didn't even get to see the picture till I got home cause my service wasn't working!! BUT, I did finally see the picture and he's such a fluffy boi 100% boyfriend material~

I can so see ALL of that happening; this is like, the third or fourth bpm hoodie he's shown so that means there's more than enough to steal, but when you hit him with that "they remind me of you" and those puppy eyes? He's a goner for sure, no arguing about giving it back, its yours. As for that second half 🤭🤭 who's to say you aren't doing it on purpose? Trying to get a rouse out of him?? I mean... movies can be replayed 🤭

[elcycyromem]

2 girls bopping heads under the ocean to a 90 bpm bassline with the bubbles of the cymbals in slow motion

[arlemangel7]

Nsfw(duh)

Vi x blackfem!reader

Cw:face fucking, aftercare, undressing, sweet to spicy back to sweet, wlw

Vi

Knowing what you know now about vi, you know she's very loving and touchy when she needs affection so when she does give you those mini social ques. You make sure to react the only way that you know how, with returning her affections. This one in particular was no exception, you were washing your hair when you heard her calling you from the downstairs foyer "baby?" She calls "UP HEREE." You answer running some leave in conditioner through your curls.

You see her through the mirror as you continue Scrunching your curls into place *smooch* "mmmph, you smell good cupcake. Good enough to eat" She says wrapping her arms around your waist burying her face in your neck giving kisses here and there before resting her head on the opposite shoulder. "Babe, that*giggles* tickles *giggles* stop you're gonna make me *giggles* mess up" you say playfully shrugging away from her. After what seems like an eternity you finally finish your application and turn to her wrapping your arms around her neck. Giving her a big kiss that turned into more of a sweet greedy cupcake eating session.

She lifted you on to the counter during a dizzying kiss that led her lips down your cheek to your jaw, your neck down to your tied towel line. Opening it with a gentle pull continuing her kissing descent as she makes her she gently pushes you to lay back slightly pressing you back flesh against the mirror as she lowers herself to her knees kissing gently nipping your thighs as she spreads them making a space for herself to nestle.

Whispering words of worship to herself before plunging her face from nose to chin into you. Lapping you up like a dehydrated puppy making sure not to waste a drop of your holy liquid. Your slight hums and squeals from the sensation spurred her on making her push her face that much deeper into tongue fucking your pretty pussy all the more eager to make you cum for her. A moment later you hand in gripping her hair keeping her position in place as you fuck yourself involuntarily against her face and tongue.

"Mm mhm *moaning and screaming* v-vi fuck violet fuck I'm I'm I'm awAhhhhhh" you say as your screaming oh coats her face all but drowning her in honey, you hear her muffled moans as she drinks up the remainder of you and back up to collect her breath. Breathing heavily She stands giving you a sloppy wet kiss on her way up before grabbing hold of your waist holding you close giving you time to recover.

Aftercare

After your heart rate returns to the normal bpm you take another shower..well bath with the works full bubbles and cuddles type of night you having just washed youe hair have it up but take the time to wash vi's and she washes you off in return after you ladies get out of the bathtub a further cuddle session ensues making the night cap off perfectly as yall fade to black watching the real house wives of (pick a country lol)

As always thoughts are mine characters are not

Asks are super open

Stay safe and warm

signing off for now 🩷💋🩷💋

[darkurgetrash]

Help! I’m the Main Character!

Read series on AO3 | #HITMC

“They both looked at her like she was off her rocker, and she had to concede that they were probably right. No sane person would truly believe that they’d been isekai’d into a fantasy video game. Certainly not in their pyjamas.”

When Lo found herself suddenly teleported into the world of her favourite game, Baldur’s Gate 3, it seemed that the only solution would be to follow the story she knew so well. / However, with every attempt made to follow canon, Lo finds herself only derailing the game even further. It certainly doesn’t help matters either that Rolan, the Wizard tiefling she’d not bothered to talk to in her playthrough, seems entirely set on thwarting her every decision. / Needless to say… this adventure certainly isn’t giving the ‘main-character energy’ Lo had hoped for.

Rated: E

Read for: romantic comedy, sort-of enemies-to-lovers, chaos incarnated, romantic slow burn, eventual smut

First chapter under the cut.

Chapter One: What is this? An Isekai?

Wordcount: 2324

Lo was no stranger to lucid dreaming, especially when it came to ones about her newest hyperfixations, yet this one felt even more vivid than usual.

Normally, whenever her one-track mind plummeted her into the universe of her current favourite game, ‘Baldur's Gate 3’, it at least had enough decency to make her ‘Tav’ — Strong, magical, athletic… blessed with impossibly voluminous and shiny hair as if Withers was her own personal stylist. Oh, and tits that didn’t bow to the laws of gravity.

But tonight, her brain obviously had… different ideas. Tonight, it had thrust her right at the beginning, straight onto the crashing Nautiloid, but as herself, no less; Not as a seven-foot baddie tiefling with bright pink skin and a mysterious glint in her eye, but as basic bitch, paler than a ghost Charlotte Polly Berry, with weak joints and low muscle mass, a resting heart-rate of 91 BPM, and chronic back pain.

…And she was low-key here for it.

With a big yawn, Lo clambered out of her smashed mind-flayer pod like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon — albeit, a little bit fatigued — and opened her senses to the world around her.

A rancid stench filled the air, so revolting and putrid that she gagged, and even the taste of bile rising in her throat felt incredibly realistic. Shit, even as her shoeless feet squelched across the ridged, gore-filled floor, she couldn’t help but feel proud of the power of her mind. If only she could have that much mental power in daily life, she’d have already girlbossed her way into a pay rise without even breaking a sweat.

Though, as she looked down at herself, she found herself again wishing it had been a bit more creative than to mould her in the same pyjamas she wore that night: an old t-shirt with a faded Hello Kitty on the front, grey sweatpants, stripy socks, and an oversized hot-pink teddy-bear cardigan.

Couldn’t it at least have conjured her some badass armour? Or given her elf ears? Aasimar wings? She jumped in the air experimentally, wondering if she might start flying, yet gravity pulled her heavily back down with an unceremonious thunk.

Ugh. Not that lucid, then.

With a huff, she ran her fingers through the length of her messy ponytail, the grease unmistakable. If that was the case, she thought, then she probably also… mm, yep. She still had star-shaped blemish stickers dotting her face too.

She couldn’t help but laugh, thinking of how ridiculously she stood out against the Nautiloid. At least where that was concerned, her brain had conjured every detail to perfection, from the bubbling acid pool in the centre of the room to the dead mind flayer sprawled on the ground, and even the scorching heat radiating from the flames pouring through the cracks in the floor.

She wondered if plunging her hand into the acid would hurt, considering how realistic it all felt, though decided that she didn’t want to risk it. It might wake her up, and she rather enjoyed the idea of exploring the Nautiloid in such a lucid state, even as uncomfortable and high-key over-stimulating as it all was. Besides, she had to physically go back to the office the next day, and anything felt preferable to that — even an icky alien ship plummeting through literal hell. Actually, come to think of it, even that didn’t seem all that different to the London Underground’s Central Line at rush hour.

The more she thought about the ship as an extension of her subconscious’ feelings about London, the more it all made sense. Take the dead mind flayer, for example… Was it really all that different to a seafood vendor with hanging squids in its window?… if those squids were around seven feet tall and dressed in purple armour?

Uh-huh, she thought not!

With the illithid body calling to her — the loot goblin that she was — she walked towards it and knelt down, grinning at how detailed it was as she rifled through its armour, picking up the onyx that she remembered was there. It glistened with reflections of the surrounding flames as she held it up, twirling it this way and that.

Impressive, she thought. Like playing the game on real world graphics.

“…Poggers.” She ironically chuckled aloud to herself, slipping the gem into the pocket of her sweatpants before running a finger over the mind flayer’s brow. Mm. Slimy.

Well, she thought, striding confidently forwards. If her mind was insistent on being so vivid, she planned to take full advantage! Starting, of course, with venturing across the ship and meeting the first two companions of the game. What would they think of her? Would it just be the same reaction as they’d had to her Tav, or would her dream allow her to… spice things up a bit?

Yet, as she reached where her favourite green goblin’s cutscene usually triggered… nothing happened. She frowned, looking around expectantly, but it seemed to be that her would-be ambusher had failed to load.

“Wow, thanks brain,” she sighed, folding her arms. “Why have a hot githyanki girlfriend when I could just revel in alien juices—”

The ship violently shook and Lo suddenly fell to her knees, grimacing as she felt the sting of where the jagged floor cut her, a red patch quickly spreading across the knee of her trackies.

“Ow, Jesus Christ!—” she swore, sitting back and rolling up the legs of her sweats, eyes widening at the sight of blood beginning to gush from her kneecap.

So her subconscious mind had decided to remember her anaemia too?!

It hurt. Like, really hurt! Though, she supposed it made sense. If things were going to be realistic, it was only right that she’d have injured herself falling over in this universe. She’d always joked that any self-insert into the game wouldn’t have made it out of the tutorial, after all. Either that, or she’d have been part of the goblin camp. Or a dog.

Then, just as suddenly as before, the ship convulsed again, and her surroundings changed in an instant — No longer the stormy red fires of Avernus, but now the starry skies of Faerûn, and the ship was plummeting; crashing!

Her heart raced, pounding inside of her like a jackhammer, the threat of imminent death suddenly all too real, and she’d had enough, she wanted to wake up!

“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!” She urged herself, shaking her head, just before her body involuntarily lurched forward, the floor disappearing beneath her, and she was falling, fast — the air wrapping around her so violently that she couldn’t even scream, could barely even breathe! It all felt so real, so horribly real, yet it was impossible, wasn’t it? She didn’t believe in magic, didn’t know if she believed in alternative universes, and she didn’t even like those stupid shows and films like ‘Sword Art Online’, ‘The Wizard of Oz’, or ‘Alice in Wonderland’. Christ, even that BBC TV series from the 2000’s about the woman who swapped places with Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice was only worth being considered a guilty pleasure…

A sharp pain suddenly erupted in the side of her head, her vision darkening as debris fell all around her…

And then all was black.

── *(¬_¬)* ──

“Hells, are you alright?!”

Ugh… five more minutes…

“Leave her, Lia. She’s a lost cause.”

“Oh shut up and use your eyes — look, her chest is moving.”

“Zurgan! We don’t have time for this! Cal is waiting for us.”

I don’t want to work today. Or any day… Can’t I just sleep?…

“Give me a healing potion.”

“I am not wasting a precious resource on some human we don’t even know, especially not one who is clearly mentally disturbed — look at what she’s wearing—”

“Now, Rolan!”

Christ on a bike. Who is shouting outside?! Honestly, some people have no respect, it’s too early. Wait, is it bin day? Ah crap, but she’d forgotten to take the recycling out…

“You’re insufferable.”

In the next moment, a boiling sensation suddenly filled Lo’s stomach, a thick syrup-like liquid pouring down her throat. Then, with a gasp, she opened her eyes.

“The fuck?—” She exclaimed, as a horrible and tight tingle reverberated through her body like the flu jab on steroids. Above her, orange glowing eyes against black sclera investigated her face, and she recognised them — a tiefling, one of the refugees in the Grove…

“Don’t move,” the tiefling instructed, moving her finger across her face so that Lo’s eyes followed it. She had a throbbing pain in her head, aches all over her body like she’d been in the centre of a mosh pit. Mothertrucker dude, it hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.

“What’s going on….” She murmured, clarity beginning to settle over her and, with it, a panicked recollection. She’d been falling from the Nautiloid, but it had been a dream, a nightmare — was she still asleep? But there was no way; birds chirped too loudly, the pain of her body too present, the air all too cold…

“She’s alright,” the tiefling said, standing up and offering a hand out. Behind her, another tiefling stood with a sour face and folded arms — that tall one… he was her brother, wasn’t he? Yes, that was right. They were the siblings she had advised to leave the Grove and head to Baldur’s Gate… What were their names, again?

“Honestly,” he said, his voice a low lisp. “We’ll never make it to Baldur’s Gate if you insist on helping every wounded person we come across.”

He glared at Lo, his yellow eyes boring into her with obvious irritation.

“You owe me a healing potion.”

“I owe you what?!” Lo spat, sitting up so quickly that she felt dizzy, her hand raising to her head to steady herself, and — shit, it was bloody… And her clothes were bloody. And her body groaned with ache. And she felt tired, really bloody tired. And…

Oh… oh no…

“Don’t be an idiot, Rolan. She’s obviously just been through something horrible, we have to help her back to the Grove! The Druids will know what to do.”

This… was real.

“Oh yes, because the Druid’s have been so helpful and welcoming—”

“OK, NOBODY PANIC!” Lo blurted, harshly taking the sister’s hand and stumbling to her feet. Her joints creaked, her muscles throbbed, and her heart pounded inside of her chest like the worst drum and bass song she’d ever heard. But, then again, a five-minute walk on the treadmill usually yielded the same results. She needed to chill, just… just gooo with the flooow…

“Druids, right, yes, the druids,” she said, hitting her fist against her palm as began pacing. “That’s a good idea. I’ll talk to … to…”

Shit. If this was like the game, Halsin wouldn’t be there, and it’s probably not like he would have been able to help anyway. And, oh yes, another matter! If this all was for real real, where were her companions? They needed her. Or… that is, they needed Tav. Was Tav in the game?! Was she Tav?! Did she have a tadpole inside of her brain?!

Her mind was reeling, trying to come up with some semblance of a plan or explanation, but it failed at every hurdle. She could feel the tiefling’s eyes on her, and she knew she had to act cool or risk being stabbed, probably.

Yeah… It would be fiiineee. She knew what to do, she knew how to progress! She just needed to take things one step at a time…

“Hey…” the sister said, softly. She tentatively reached out, placing her hand on Lo’s shoulder. “Come on, we’ll take you to a proper healer.”

“Ahaha, bet, a healer. I’m sure that will definitely help, I’m sure she won’t try to poison me or anything sus like that.” Lo babbled, taking an unsteady step forward past the tieflings, ready to move toward the Grove when she realised…

Real life doesn’t have a mini map.

She took a deep breath and turned back to the siblings, forcing a friendly and most definitely trustworthy smile. They both looked at her like she was off her rocker, and she had to concede that they were probably right. No sane person would truly believe that they’d been isekai’d into a fantasy video game. Certainly not in their pyjamas.

“Lead the way, then…” she said, readjusting her ponytail, trying not to think of the gore and viscera that probably stained her light brown hair, the fact that she was a gremlin girl with no survival skills thrust into the most dangerous world she could imagine, or the fact that Faerûn lacked modern plumbing.

“Of— of course!” The sister mumbled, glancing at her brother almost apologetically, though definitely with some slight amusement. “I’m Lia, by the way, and this is Rolan.”

“Lo,” she said, her voice forcefully bright. “I like naps, piña coladas, and getting caught in the rain.”

“Oh, ha, cool…” Lia replied, her amusement definitely growing in fervour. “I like cheese, hitting things with my sword, and not dying.”

“Zurgan—” Rolan snarled exasperatedly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He groaned even further as he walked past the giggling women, granting them a wide berth as if they carried the plague.

“Don’t encourage the lunatic!” He grumbled, just as Lia caught up to his side, Lo following behind. “You do realise, I hope, that we now have an insane person under our responsibility? All because you wanted to play the hero.”

“Better than playing the arsehole, you should try it some time.” His sister smirked back.

“You know just as well as I do that she’d probably have been better off dead.”

As Lo grew pink, her breath ragged as she struggled to keep pace… she couldn’t help but slightly agree.

Oh well, she shrugged.

It is what it is…

[darkheartbeats]

TRIGGER WARNING!!!! Graphic Content!

Dark cardiophile horror story!!!! Reader discretion is advised!

„Petroleum Shadows"

**Injection Moment (T+0:00):**

The syringe plunger depresses, flooding her vein with 10mL of amber gasoline. Her body jolts—a primal, electric spasm—as the toxin enters. On the stethoscope, her heartbeat accelerates: *lub-DUB, lub-DUB*—120 BPM, rhythmic but panicked. The gasoline, lighter than blood, surges upward, vaporizing into a thousand microscopic bubbles that pepper her arteries like shrapnel.

**First Hour (T+0:60):**

Her skin mottles, marbleizing into grotesque streaks of crimson and gray as gasoline emboli lodge in capillaries, starving tissue of oxygen. Hemolysis begins: red blood cells rupture, spilling hemoglobin into plasma, turning her veins acidic. The stethoscope picks up a wet, sloshing rhythm—*lub-shhh-DUB*—as her heart battles thickened, syrupy blood. Kidneys scream under the load of filtering iron-rich hemoglobin; urine leaks dark as oil.

**Hour Three (T+3:00):**

Chemical burns corrode her vascular walls. Her abdomen distends—a balloon of necrotic bowel and dying liver. The heartbeat stutters: *lub-…-DUB, lub-…-DUB*. Ventricular tachycardia flares, then falters. Gasoline vapors seep into her lungs, frothing pink sputum onto her lips. She wakes briefly, eyes wild, choking on the stench of hydrocarbons in her breath. Her fingers claw at the air, tendons snapping under metabolic chaos.

**Hour Twelve (T+12:00):**

Autopsy-like decay unfolds while she lives. The liver, a necrotic sponge, leaks enzymes, turning her serum to poison. Lungs drown in hemorrhagic fluid; each heartbeat is muffled, distant—*lub……dub*—as if underwater. Her skin blisters, weeping flammable serum. The observer notes her temperature: 106°F. Delirium sets in; she murmurs in tongues, her brain starved of oxygen, neurons firing dying sparks.

**Hour Twenty-Three (T+23:00):**

The end nears. Her heart, a fibrillating mass, quivers at 40 BPM—*click-hiss, click-hiss*—no muscle left to contract. Kidneys shut down; urine stops. Blood pools in her feet, black and gelid. Eyes cloud over, pupils fixed. The stethoscope catches a final, tinny *whirr* as her sinoatrial node gives out.

**Hour Twenty-Four (T+24:00):**

Silence. Her corpse lies cold, skin sloughing like wet paper. An autopsy would reveal organs reduced to necrotic pulp—heart muscle dissolved, lungs solidified, liver a bag of ash. The observer, documenting each tremor and whimper, snaps the stethoscope away. In the silence, a faint *drip* echoes: gasoline-laced blood seeping into the floor, a volatile requiem.

**Epilogue:**

Days later, the room still reeks of petroleum and decay. Her body, when found, confuses coroners: "Acute hydrocarbon poisoning… but *injected?*" The report goes unpublished. In the shadows, the observer smiles, scribbling in a journal: *"Subject 23: 24-hour metamorphosis complete. The heart’s song—perfection."*

[peppertaemint]

The SHINee World drama continues.

The CEO of Onew’s company (CEO Jang of Griffin Company, I think it’s called) posted an IG post in early hours of the morning complaining about how things went down re SMTown and other things, like the mini album that had been on the table for 2024; these things never materialized, despite the company planning them into Onew’s schedule. The CEO’s complaint centered on last-minute cancellation notices.

People criticized CEO Jang’s post, saying it was unprofessional to air out work/contractual complaints via IG in the early morning rather than keep it private and pursue it professionally; personally, I thought it was kinda cool to call out the bullshit like that.

Now, some people have twisted CEO Jang’s words to make it look like the complaint about a lack of cooperation made was targeted at Taemin, when I can say neither TM or BPM were mentioned in his posts; only SM was ever mentioned. My Korean is not good enough to be authoritative on this, but I would say that it seems easy to twist posts like that on social media because often subjects are omitted from sentence structure - so a bad actor could screenshot a post and make up their own context, since Korean is highly contextual (lack of pronouns, lack of subjects often); this is my janky take based on what I’ve learned of the Korean language.

Posts on Weibo and the qoo using the CEO’s words and railing against Taemin have taken off, with thousands of entries; this does mirror the incident involving the dating rumour on Weibo; apparently, just like then, the poster on Weibo was a ‘nothing’ account with limited activity that then, somehow, had super traction and virality. People do believe that on Weibo, these have been paid posts/paid activity. It’s worth noting that these posts have actively called for TM to leave SHINee, and this has bled into Twitter where I’ve seen people telling him to leave o.O

Through all of this, people who dislike Onew have been using anything they can to call for him to leave the group. Before the SMTown drama, there was huge campaign on Twitter using hashtags, asking for Onew to leave the group. This was K-fans and surprisingly, a lot of people I thought were normal participated in this. Hugely shocking. Anyhow, this activity is on-going. With CEO Jang’s actions, people are using this as another reason for Onew to leave - ie. how dare he go after TM (except, he didn’t…).

CEO Jang, although he deleted the IG post that was misinterpreted, he joined a chat room and chatted with Onew fans to clear the air. Again, we have the entire statement (search Twt; you’ll find it easily) and he makes no disparaging or shady remarks to anyone. If he’s guilty of anything, it’s talking too much in general. LOL. However, he did allude to how he refused to accept the funeral wreaths that anti-Onew fans sent to the company. He refused the order and it was refunded, and apparently that made the ‘anti fans’ quite angry. Again, I think that’s shrewd. And it shows that SM let that funeral wreath situation happen with that poor boy from Riize.

Cue the crazy TM fans: they took screenshots of CEO Jang’s chats (not the whole statement) and again, recontextualized things to make it look like the CEO was taking swipes at TM and/or BPM. I read through the whole statement and he did not. I can’t see how it can be interpreted that way. He talks about supporting the group and all five members and how he’s a shawol himself.

All of this has led fans to constant fight amongst themselves publicly. And TM did make a further Bubble message that was a bit sad, saying ‘I’ll work hard to repay the trust you’ve put in me.’ I’m all for him being clear and explaining himself. He didn’t participate in SMTown and I think it was fair to clarify, as he did, that the negotiations between companies are still on going. That was enough. It will be a little sad if all of this drama continues and he keeps making sad-sack commentary on Bubble.

All fans, domestic and international, feel the need to share their two cents. And I get that; I’m doing it in my own way here on Tumblr. But a Tumblr blog is also a place with less visibility and virality. On Twt and these other social media forums, angry comments from all sides are just stacking up, and although I’m always happy at the lack of violence and deplorable behaviour, it’s still hard to see constantly. And to see people accuse Onew of carelessness and TM of callousness. People are taking it personally, which I get to a degree, but posting these angry missives on Twt is just going to Times Square and yelling it out. At some point, it’s not necessary, in my opinion. And it does more harm than good.

SHINee members with their lawyers need to sort their shit out. No one wanted SMTown to be the way it was, but it’s not one person’s fault and also, SM fucked their own artists on this show too (poor Taeyeon), so, expectations should be metered. It’s hard when a group of men say ‘trust us that everything will be fine’. I don’t feel the need to blindly trust people I don’t know, especially on something so removed from me as this whole thing, but I will listen to what they have to say as long as they take the time to make their intentions clear. I don’t agree with people saying that ‘they don’t need to say anything’. They do - things are a bit fucked right now so yes, they do need to say something, but when they do, we need to accept that and grow TF up.

[hazellark]

okay i have some weird theories/assumptions for you too if you're up for it

i think you're amazing at baking but not so much st cooking

your music tastes lean more towards ballads

you're a gameplay>lore person

you have mixed feelings about the isekai genre

did i get anything right?

I'm definitely much better at baking than cooking yes, I'm decent at cooking, especially when I've made something before, but cooking tends to be looser with its rules? So I get overconfident and experiments have definitely gone wrong

And music, I love playing ballads on instruments and singing them because I can really ham it up, but listening wise, I prefer fast upbeat music, mainly because I use it to kind of keep my energy up when I'm doing stuff, like 150 bpm+. My favorite song, Bubbles by Haruno is about 180 bpm.

And when it comes to games I am actually very invested in stories so I'd say I'm gameplay over lore. I am a feral creature hungry for stories, and a lot of games are good to me because I get immersed in the characters and their backgrounds and motivations. Don't get me wrong, I love solving problems, so figuring out a good way to use a character or set up a team is very satisfying, but I enjoy story more than I do mastering mechanics

Hoo boy I do have such mixed feelings about the isekai genre. Like, ultimately, it is very near and dear to my heart, but I have read many many isekais, good, bad, and ugly. Afterall, I watch animes, play games, read webcomics, and manga. I got like halfway through a Connecticut Yankee in Kind Arthur's Court. It's really hard to pin down what keeps me coming back or repulses me from different series. Probably the biggest factor is the ratio of power fantasy (genuine power or relationship power) to genuinely interesting plot beats. I like a good story, or good characters that I can get invested in. I will keep myself from going further

[kvntsugi]

forinthry

the music was revving up for a drop as the club music was banging. the familiar girl in front of me with her hands on her knees throwing it back like no tomorrow, no care in the world when she turned her head back. eyes locked onto mine with his tongue swiping against her lips in a seductive manner that pulled me in closer.

her skirt was so hiked up her thighs you could practically see up it from the floor below, everyone was just focused on their own things. body shaped like an hourglass, hips swaying from side to side with my cock practically against her. the girl with pigtails kept grinding against my lower halves without a care in the world. dropping lower and lower and letting that thing pop with how much friction there was between her and i.

what to do and what to grab. my hands surfaced against her ass and trying to find whatever to find a shelter for my palms. with each sound of the beat her ass pushed further back into me, unable to hold in much any longer and taking the next step to pull her skirt up and above her waist. seeing a full spectacle of her plump rear and admiring how her thong disappeared between her cheeks. practically only seeing the strings that kept them connected into one.

the music got louder and so did her movements, my cock growing harder by the second and fighting to break free from the sheathe of the slacks i wore. a few smacks came about and marking her pretty skin up, things only became intensified as the bpm picked up from the surround sound.

her hands going against the railing the stood between them and falling to the lower levels, grabbing whatever deemed to be in her way. i was admiring her all evening - unable to do much any longer (with the publics eye on me), it was time to make a move. an even larger one. something to remember this by.

aiding my dominant hand with it creeping up her spine and collecting both ends of her pig-tails together in one. tugging at the silky-sweaty hair to force the girl back up. staring at her orbs with such intensity, the sexual tension rising between myself and her grow longer than my cock.

from between my legs and her suggestive looks, her delicate arms going towards my clothed core and groping it to cope a feel. it was like 'you've had your fun - now its my turn' kind of deal.

pre-cum must have leaked out of my from everything that added up. a culmination between my legs that was about to erupt but i had to keep it in. just for a bit longer. a smidge more before it got rewarded after this long night.

her actions made me feel a tad lightheaded but i wasn't unhappy. my eyes went towards her finger that she raised up, wagging it over as if i were some animal -- and you know what? i wasn't going to complain about this. mimicking the look of a banana with the corner of my cheeks couldn't go much higher and trying to hide it to a smirk. eyes forming crescents with pupils dilating into fiery balls of lust.

step by step, her bubbly ass swayed with each step she took and following her like the obedient pet i became in that moment. getting to the nearest bathroom with how rachet and grotesque it was. no line though, so no complaints there as there was with the usual clubbing activities.

sweating, attractive. and clearly horny.

without a moments rest, the girl fell to her knees in front of me and unzipped my slacks. my raging manhood had a life of its own and sprung free from its confinement. she took me into her little mouth. eyes rolling to the back of my head, groaning in surprise and in pleasure. back leaned against the door and felt myself on cloud nine with how surreal everything was. the music was muffled but still roaring like it matched the beating of my heart and fighting the urge to close my eyes. i needed to see how ideal she was being. how gorgeous the girl on her knees truly was. holding back as i wanted this night to last for an eternity.

instinctively, blame the male hormones i shoved my cock down her throat and choking her. deep throating her mouth and pulling the girl's locks. in and out, back and forth. jamming my girthy length inside of her mouth and holding it in there.

her wet muscle on the underside of my cock made me groan out more, unable to see the girl on her knees anymore as my eyes became shut. darkness enveloped over me as she was making suffocating noises as if she needed to be freed. continuing to hold for a few more knowing she could probably take it.

"oh my god -- doi…" i croaked out before my hands let out and letting the girl gasp for air. eyes shut for a few more minutes to catch my breath and before i knew it - her top was off. exposing the large bosoms she covered her large chest. two fully endowed and beautifully developed breasts. whatever she was eating and god bless her soul for having something so gorgeous.

she pressed her titties forward until they were wrapped around my cock completely. soft and tender, like another home for my cock. it was safe and soft, like they were made just for me, as if her cleavage was specifically designed as a cuddle for my groin. with her hands she pushed her boobs closer together, making her cleavage even more lush and soft and then she started to move. as if this wasn't already bliss she just added more on top of it. she was fucking me all too well.

my mouth stayed agape. not having to do much and i just looked down at her cleavage. softly panting and letting out a moan with every ministration she did. she threw herself completely into this, it all felt so natural, so absolutely necessary. his cock needed this, her tits needed this.

she kept fucking me with her titties, she was definitely enjoying feeling my shaft as she kept moving her tits up and down with a wet spot of pre-cum slipping onto her skin as if it wasn't obvious enough. like a second-hand lube.

my breathing become more and more irregular, "fuck, yes…." i mumbled out, more explicatives and whatnot following suit with my body becoming a ticking time bomb.

small kitten-like licks being incorporated in with each bob my cock came up to her mouth. "yeah? you gonna cum for me, daddy?"

my breath stopped, letting out a loud moan as i came. my voice sounded like it roared in the bathroom and resonated louder than any edm or club music could ever be. her soft and relaxing voice letting me ooze out cum and having my body tighten up with pleasure. my cum spraying all over her boobs, warm wet spots all over doi's perfect skin

doi's long and frail finger scooped up some of the white gunk i just shot out, my eyes were a waning crescent after blowing my load. the wind knocked out of me and trying to catch any semblance of breath that i had prior with her before all of this.

i forgot about how sleazy everything was. coming from a nightclub, or cumming in one - i should say. truly stupendous but never being one to stop my horniness. i was expecting the girl to change her mind and stop, but the more i came to the more she was willing to do. the real rush hit me when the girl stood up after being on her knees for so long. showing her completely shaved pussy and her fat lips from underneath ate the thin line of string from her thong. she knew from experience with whomever else that i would go crazy all night thinking about that tight little body that was barely concealed from view. but for right now - it was all on display for me. all mine to use.

the girl turned around and held onto the ceramic material of the toilet. standing behind her as she was all prepped and ready for me. all ready for the taking and mimicing the same motions we had as if we were back on the dance floor. small sways from side to side, grinding against one another. my crotch back into her soft ass. she would push back against me and rub herself up and down against my cock. slyly slipping my hand down and back up to touch her smooth bare ass, or sliding my hand over between her breasts to get a feel of how large they truly were - and they didn't disappoint. it felt all the better and like i was in a dream.

my cock slid between her luscious thighs and feeling instant wetness begin to form and lather it up, as if her lips didn't do that enough already. her pussy had left a string of aroused juices and my cock was just the next target for it to latch onto.

"ah..ahh…ahh…" she breathed out quietly, her ass bounced off from the thigh job with her hips slowly pivoting. her head turned over to me with pleading doe-like eyes as if she were begging to get fucked.

"hurry…" she whispered.

"god, fuck, doi." speaking out with exasperation. with what this was - incredibly dangerous. not knowing how loud she could be, or if the banging sounds of music could drown out the sound. not faltering no longer and immediately moving in. her soaking wet pussy was waiting for me. pressing my tip against her pussy, as soon as the first few parts of my skin entered the entire thing began to slide in with one easy push.

"mm -- " her voice felt so divine. i was like a conductor leading an orchestra and before she knew it, she quieted her voice.

my knees grew weak despite using the majority of my strength to keep it upright. inch by inch, second by second more of it disappeared like a trick. the moist warmth of her pussy felt especially amazing on my cock, and at first, i just held it inside of her and enjoyed the sensation. if her tits were made for him - her insides definitely were. molded to perfection. she turned to look back at me, all her features aside from her eyes hidden by the sweaty mask of her hair covering up those puppy eyes. you could still see through the space between them. they were wide. begging for it. my lips were agape and i could only just nod in agreement. grabbing her hips and began to thrust into her pussy.

one of her hands went up to support her strength against the wall, the other went towards her mouth and trying to cover up whatever moans trickled out from her small mouth. small sounds illiciting from her orifice with my hand reaching out for her pigtails to help support her weight. nothing like giving it a tug as a faux leash as i kept slamming into her ass and hearing that all to reminiscent clapping sound.

as the night poured on my care for secrecy went lower and lower. if i had been going slow there may have been an excuse to give some guy waiting in line. but there was no mistake to what we were doing. ramming my hips into her fat ass at full speed. luckily, and thank god for it. the music absorbing the wet, slippery noises as my cock stretched out her pussy.

"yes daddy - yes, yes yes!" her voice followed suit. her voice overcoming the makeshift muffler she had once before as her eyes kept glaring at me. her hair waving back and forth into my eyes with each thrust i did onto her. the sheer act of her doing that was enough to develop myself more into it. making myself thrust harder and harder, yanking ont oher hair harder with some animalistic instinct. each thrust made my hips crash against hers. all the while her pussy gripped onto my cock so tightly and making it feel like my very last. and it was.

quietly groaning at the rougher-than-usual thrust, as i rolled my cock into her again and again, the sensation of what felt like tons of cum came pouring out and inside of her. spurts of hot white gunk escaping my system and into hers. the warm sensation of her pussy and my cock ran through my entire body, and even if i finished i didn't want it to end. i only pulled out when there was nothing left and the strength oozed out of my system. the girl stood up straight and eased into me.

"wow.." she spoke out as she patted away some of the sweat off of her forehead. straightening her outfit and making it seem less slutty than before was quite the task but she looked less scruffy than before, i guess? despite still being alone and 'somewhat' secured. the post-nut clarity of the two of us fucking in public hit me like a wrecking ball.

grimacing my teeth and tilting my head, making do of my pants and stuffing my cock back into them and covering myself up despite everything being so sticky and wet.

the girl said nothing, but all i saw was a girl. one that was satisfied and showcasing a toothy grin to show to me.

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Your comment about them secretly wanting it to be jinki that got the hate is so true. They'll deny it and ratio you for it, but I've seen them try to shift blame in real time so many times over the past year it's ridiculous. It got to a point where I was seeing knets on those rancid forums calling them crazy. This is not me saying taemin deserved anything he got, but they definitely didn't help anything acting like asses online. they'll never admit it tho

honestly, that's how they wanted it to be resolved, even if both of them weren't at fault for what happened in january, and i find it funny how each side isn't blaming the companies but ontae.

it's not surprising that subfandoms are acting like this because esem never stepped up when serious stuff happened and with platforms like bubble fans felt like they can reach out to the members about this and that even when letting them know about something won't change much and this shifted the agency's responsibility on them yk; people got mad at jk because he didn't speak up but honestly what would've changed if he did? bpm statements didn't, and why did you want him to? lol it's okay to discuss how this affected tm's mental health and how vile the hate towards him was, but then why aren't we allowed to acknowledge that jk was suffering from the same hate and for longer? and just how people understand how the other members don't need to speak up about their fans and the whole of vs sm525 fight that started that jk hate train they can understand why jk didn't. like he's expected to be passive to hate, and people barely care about when he's being targeted, and it's partially because he was never a kid for them since he's oldest and he needs to be mature abt it but it's also because esem didn't sue and everyone assumed that he didn't want to while it was just esem not suing to protect their money bcs big name fansites spend more in wtv. ceo jang acted the way he did because he was shielding his artist, and it evolved to that shit because of that acc posting edited stuff carelessly lol