#dont want to disturb the peace

[todayisafridaynight]

i think itd be so funny silly if aoki bailed daigo out of jail one (1) time just to flex the fact he could yk

[jynxlovesluck]

Some people on here are really claiming they aren't gonna get grumpy and be mean for the annoying habits of the next generation and then they get mad because kids listen to their videos too loudly in public or get angry when children are playing. Hey guys. I know it's annoying. Get Over It Anyways. If yall think it sucks either bring your own earbuds or noise canceling headphones or stop making vague posts about how stupid you find kids today are for *checks notes* the same annoying shit you did or your parents did with cute Bluetooth speakers and boom boxes and etc etc etc.

[synthwife]

since neil gaiman is a zionist, that only leaves one celebrity left on tumblr: the guy who made cookie clicker

[heavierthanlaila]

allah surely is the most merciful and he truly does listen to your duaas and he indeed answers all of them.

[redwinesupernova]

a car followed us ☹️☹️☹️

[rico-tyrell]

I need to take a screen break for a few days my eyes are strained please pray for my self control :3

[seraphim-soulmate]

being out of my house for several days and coming back and I'm like "oh damn I do live in a basement, I wasn't kidding!!" like this is some kind of banishment, return to your hole, spell. but it's just me coming home.

[strawberries-and-racing]

go back to sleep - cl16 smut

pairing: charles lecler x fem!reader

summary: charles comes home late after a long week of hardly seeing eachother and fucks you while your asleep

warnings: a little bit if angst at the beginning, established relationship, somnophilia, unprotected sex, fingering and a little bit of a control kink.

the cool night air that wafted off the mediterranean sea and settled over monaco brought charles no comfort. the darkness of the night pressed around him as he rounded the last few corners before pulling into the driveway.

he'd hardly seen you in the last week. you were swamped with work and always exhausted.

meanwhile, ferrari was falling apart, each race seemingly more disastrous than the last.

before, the two of you had always been able to make it work and saw eachother constantly. cooking together at night by the warm glow of the kitchen lights, reading together or going out on small, intimate dates.

but the last several days had been different. the week had been particularly stressful and busy for both of you but it felt different for charles. your schedules weren't aligning and he often ended up coming home extremely late, and you left early in the morning.

he knew that you were just busy and soon it would all blow over but still, he felt alone. he felt a little paranoid, everything seemed off.

he worried things would grow dull between the two of you. he worried you'd get irritated with his late nights. he couldnt bear to lose you.

tonight especially, his body ached for you.

he parked the car and got out, making his way up to the apartment. he opened the door quietly as to not wake you up.   

hastily, he put down his bags and made quick motions to prepare for bed. the apartment was dead quiet, only illuminated by the city lights that came through the windows. the clock reads 12:39.

as he opens the door to the bedroom, any traces of tiredness in him melt away as his eyes land on you.

you're asleep, your entire body limp. the ponytail you normally wear to sleep has fallen out and your hair fans out across the pillow. your lips are slightly parted and your body heaves slightly with each breath you take.

your legs are spread and your his tshirt is bunched up enough to reveal your white cotton panties, the ones he knows you like to wear to sleep.

you look so peaceful, angelic, fragile. so neatly prepared for charles to wreck. the idea of doing so excites him so much that he finds himself crawling slowly onto the bed.

his fingers begin softly stroking your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties. you dont move, dont make a sound. still asleep, still perfectly spread for charles.

he carefully pulls your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down your folds. even in your sleep, its unbelievable how wet you are from his touch.

his fingers move from softly circling your clit. your body doesnt move.

he slowly pulls your panties down your thighs and slips them off your ankles.

as his thumb continues pleasuring your clit, his fingers glide down and push inside you. your walls tense around his fingers and you groan, you shift positions a little.

but you dont wake up.

he pumps his two fingers in and out of you, increasing his pace ever so slowly as to not disturb you.

your sleeping body clenches around his fingers, walls fluttering with pleasure. charles finds it impossible how you remain asleep with how deeply he thrusts his fingers into you, brushing against your g-spot.

he pulls out his fingers before you can reach your orgasm.

a soft breeze swirls through the open window. you visibly shiver, goosebumps creeping over your thighs.

you remain unconscious still, even as he pushes his unbearably hard cock inside of you. the feeling of having you completely and absolutely under his control sends waves of arousal over his body. your motionless frame was all his to use however he wanted.

a small groan escapes charles' lips at the contrast of your hot core to the cool air of the bedroom. he gently begins thrusting in and out of you, placing his hands on either sides of your waist and gripping the sheets.

you exhale softly from parted lips. the muscles in your abdomen tensing, your walls clenching around him.

he increases his pace little by little. your delicate body flinches. he has to use every ounce of his willpower to keep his pace slow.

your expression beneath him is impossibly soft and innocent. he swears hes never seen anything more beautiful.

a small moan leaves your lips. the noise is hardly audible but the little vibrations that ripple over your body is enough to make charles's cock twitch inside you.

your eyelids flutter, you shift a little. your eyes open slowly.

your whole body feels hot, pulses of pleasure rushing through you. as you slowly regain consciousness your met with charles's intense green eyes. you cant quite read his expression.

it takes you a minute to piece together the situation, your mind still foggy with sleep. the heat and movement between your legs. charles on top of you. the familiar dark glint in his eyes.

charles thrusts into you carefully but deeply. you bite your lip, moaning. your finger nails clutching his arms.

charles brushes his hand over your cheek, touching you softly.

"go back to sleep, ma belle."  his voice is rich and soaked in lust. he places a soft kiss to your cheek, then to your neck.

your body feels so tired from the exhausting week and you're barely holding onto consciousness. so you give into charles without protest, just and you'd done so many times in the past.

you close your eyes. letting the gentle, familiar movements of charles's hips rock you back to sleep.

[hellcatsrtt]

Satoru Gojo’s the type of guy to…

…want to capture a cute moment whilst you’re sleeping, cuddling him with your face up to his chest, but as he begins to record. Drops the phone on your face.

…order two of everything he gets. Kikufuku mochi? Two. Strawberry cheesecake from the bakery? Two. The cute cat onesies you guys saw at the mall and he said ‘we have to get them’ ? Two. Satoru always bought two of everything so that you would also have a share of what he had. He’d even do it whilst on missions when you weren’t there.

…hang out with you all the time. Constantly. One of his favourite things he loves doing with you is grocery shopping. He says it gives him an ‘insight in how life will be after he marries you’. His persistent appearance did sometimes annoy you, like when he wouldn’t stop bothering you whilst you were trying to prepare for a christmas party you were hosting. But you know he just loves keeping you company and means no harm, so you guess you dont mind his disturbance.

…stare at you as you sleep. Not in a weird way. He takes his time to slowly admire your peaceful features. Noting each and every small detail of you there is to be found. His favourite part of your face is probably your lips because of how easily he can capture them into his own, loving how soft and plump your lips always were.

…send you a message as soon as he wakes up. Even if he woke up at 4 am to attend a mission, he’d grab his phone and open your chat just so you’d be the first person he would talk to in the day

Satoru <3: Gmtknirnf baebh

You: Satoru? It’s 4 am, why are you awake?

Satoru <3: Why ae tou awjake

You: I just woke up to pee thats why.

…take you out on all sorts of dates. Fancy restaurants to small diners. Picnics at the park to go karting. Movie nights to karaoke. He loves taking you out to different things, so that you could enjoy spending some time with him in various ways.

…lay ontop of you, his large body engulfing yours, and ask for you to scratch his back and play with his hair. He’d only ever ask for you to do this ever so often since it was mostly you in his position, him slowly caressing your back whilst whispering sweet words in your ear. But you know when he asks for you to do that, he just wants to relax after a stressful day.

[seelie-buddy]

Put your head on my shoulder

summary : alhaitham keeps you company after you had a tiresome day, but he doesn't realise when you drift off into dreamland

contains : alhaitham is glad to see you rest after you finished off a tiresome task ; fluff ; gn!reader, this drabble is written in second person

word count : 545

The solitary silence of Razan Garden allowed it to be the perfect place where Alhaitham could visit after his work hours. It was a place he often frequented as a student, and it was during one such visit, that he had met you.

So when the scene from his memories was recreated, as the last rays of sunlight danced on the horizon, he could only smile.

As his boots clicked silently on the stone path, he could see you sitting down beside the decorative flowers; your belongings were scattered hastily and your attention was devoted to frowning at the notebook resting on your thighs.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he approached you, making sure not to step on any of your stationery.

You glance up at him for a brief moment, and the tiresome look in your eyes was not foreign to him.

"I've been going over this equation for a while, and my solution is far from the answer."

Ah, so that's what was bothering you.

Alhaitham acknowledged your dilemma with a hum, as he glanced over your notebook.

The page was littered with numericals, lots of crossed out answers, and ink smudges.

"My entire project is dependent on getting these calculations accurate, and I've been trying for so long," you groaned, rubbing the heel of your palm over your eyes.

With how you managed to stain your hands with ink, Alhaitham was curious about how none got on your face. "When is it due?" He asked instead.

"The day after tomorrow," you answered, staring down at the miserable mess that is your notebook.

"You'll sort it out until then."

You looked up from the notebook and towards the other, who had already begun to read a book whilst you whined.

You hummed, repeating his words over in your mind. You'll sort it out.

Alhaitham's eyes drifted away from his book at the sound of your pen scratching against the page of your notebook. You began anew on a fresh, blank page; he smiled.

The sun, now fully hidden below the horizon, allowed the moon to light up the city. Alhaitham felt a weight against his shoulder, prompting his eyes to move away from his book.

Oh.

You were asleep.

How much time passed, he did not know, but he could wager up a guess of somewhere between an hour and two.

Your eyes were shut, and your hair occasionally flowed with the soft wind, and now that you were asleep, you appeared more at peace; undisturbed by the world, not a worry on your mind.

Alhaitham's eyes shifted from you to the notebook resting on your lap. The page was filled with calculations, but at the end, highlighted, was the solution. Running over the numbers in his head, he guessed you had finally arrived at the answer you were looking for.

In the life of a scholar, everyday was filled with competition and challenges; he was glad you had one burden less off your mind.

And he wouldn't allow the noise of the students walking through the garden disturb this peace you gained.

Without shifting much, he removed the headset he wore, and placed it over your ears. Now, Alhaitham smiled softly at your sleeping figure, you can rest without the world interrupting.

request, by🌙 anon :

hihi, i wanted to let you know that i enjoyed your recent diluc fic like alot♡

is it alright if i request something similar? as in, reader being tired and falling asleep on the character and they dont mind? if you dont mind could this be for like maybe al haitham?

also, could i be🌙 anon?

a/n : aww thanks nonnie! this was fun to write!!

p/s : If you have any other requests, don't hesitate to send in an ask!!

[squiddy-god]

Your works are literally AMAZING. I'm fawning over the dorm leaders × chubby reader 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼. Also I read your rules but I wasn't sure about character limit or anything so can I request dorm leaders with a s/o (gender neutral (i forgot what is called I'm not the best with these different genders but yall rock 💪🏼)) who has neglectful family so they act as if they aren't wanted. Basically just as if the dorm leaders are about to ignore her too? Idk if it makes sense. And when they have a problem they don't share it immediately, they keep more to themselves. Have a good day tho!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Heheheheheheheh love this request and the support teehee. Ok so i decided to do this all as like the collective of dorm leaders + jamil since that made the most sense to me so here you are <3 the first half can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic since you didn't specify sooooooo yeah, then the second half is more “dorm leaders with a collective crush” 

♥︎REQUEST OPEN♥︎

Cw: neglected reader, comfort, feelings of inadequacy and self deprecation 

I think at first when you first arrive they just assume that you are like most others at NRC and are just anti social since it is a school for villains 

But once you become more acquainted with them all and have a friendship with the rest of them they start to become more and more concerned with your behavior because they think that as friends you should be comfortable coming to them when you need help, especially after you have helped them so much with all that you’ve done 

I think riddle can really relate as it seems that when he wasn't being micromanaged he was being neglected at least emotionally so he knows the feeling 

Malleus and leona also understand, malleus has always just felt so alone that even tho lilia was a good parent he's never really had a lot of people in his life, leona has always felt second best or has been ignored so they also understand 

At first i don't think that any of them say too much, really they are trying to make you realize that they do in fact want to hang out because they enjoy being around you

It's even worse if they like you because they dont get why you are so distant

Eventually they call a intervention lol and have a sit down where they give you pseudo therapy to help you

They really try to hammer it home that you don't have too feel like you're not good enough and that again they do want you to be around them 

They also tell you that after all you've done they genuinely want you to come to them if you have problems or need something

Ok specifics time 

Riddle really relates to your issues, even though his problems are like on the opposite end of the spectrum he also struggles with feeling like he has to do everything on his own, he tries to help you the same way you helped him. He likes inviting you to tea and all but interrogating you on anything you may need help with. Definitely helps you study 

Leona is less forward about his affections/making you feel better but he has his own ways. If he sees you on his way to the botanical garden he is dragging you with him and you are TAKING A NAP. he doesn't give af you are napping with him and you are gonna be so snug. In leonas mind he hates people disturbing him when he's napping so having you with him when he's napping means that he doesn't see you as a disturbance. It's really sweet. He also relates to feeling pushed aside and neglected so he makes sure to give you extra attention. 

Azul is well versed in insecurity and while his stems from self image and body images, he still understands it at the core. He's bad at this really, he wants to be there for you but the shady octopus is struggling big time. He decides that having you for dinners is a good idea, the lounge is nice and peaceful as you eat a tasty dinner together, he takes the opportunity to ask if anyone has been bothering you lately, old shady habits die hard. 

Jamil cooks with you (i feel like jamil's idea of cooking with you is you sit on the counter and eat the little treats he gives you while he does the real cooking) jkjk he likes cooking with you because it allows you to both be close and do something you enjoy, but it also lets you both get a little treat at the end (the treat is his cooking because its god tier) 

Vil makes it known very quickly that he will not be standing for this behavior. He's putting an end to it one way or another, hence your now shared morning and night skincare routine. Well it's more like doing each other's routine, he teaches you the steps, you do his and he does yours. Whole nine yards, im talking matching fluffy headbands and those cute face masks as a treat. Normally he wouldn't get them but if a hello kitty/fun face/eye mask makes you happy then he will indulge (only after triple checking the ingredients because he does not play games)

Idia games with you, either separately or together in his dorm he loves playing videogames with you, especially ones like “it takes two” (amazing game btw) he's very antisocial so he hopes you understand how close he feels letting you into his room to game with him because literally no one else gets this kind of SS+ 5 hearts treatment 

Malleus is the worst offender because if you thought the dragon was already kinda clingy after this info is revealed it is 100% worse. He feels the need to show you all the attention he can to make up for lost time, the same way having you as a friend (and potentially more than a friend) has made up for manyyyyyyyy years of loneliness in his mind. The night walks are his favorite, hand in hand as you both walk along in silence, even with the silence he occasionally chimes in with little words of affirmation. If you want to talk he is so happy to listen, eventually you find that hes quite the yapper, happily talking about anything you will listen to and hoping that you yap right back at him.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hi sex witch! This is kinda a scary ask to send but you’ve always seemed kind to other people asking scary questions so I feel brave enough to ask. So I’m a person with what I would say a fairly healthy and positive attitude abt sex- big fan of jacking off when the mood strikes and I’ve had a few partners. However, something that is really upsetting and scary to me are sex dreams because a lot of times I have dreams abt having sex with ppl I shouldn’t be having sex with and DONT WANT to be having sex with- notably, my father and my brother. I have strange dreams normally- anxiety related usually- but I HATE waking up from these dreams, I feel so sick and ashamed. I’m not even generally attracted to men, and these dreams make me feel like I need to second guess my identity. Additionally, my father is dead so I wake up feeling like my brain has disrespected his memory.

I’m trying to get a therapist for other unrelated reasons but a) my insurance is terrible and I’m having trouble finding someone in network and b) I would be so scared to say these things to a therapist - what if I’m secretly much more mentally ill than I knew, what if they hospitalize me, what if they put me on a sex offender registry?

Beyond “go to therapy” is there any advice you can offer me? It’s really very distressing and I’m really sick of it.

hi anon,

let's take a BIG DEEP BREATH before we start, okay?

so, first and foremost let me just say this, because it's important: nobody is going to hospitalize you or put you on a registry for something happening in your dreams. your dreams are not necessarily a reflection of anything you want or would enjoy in real life; your dreams are a pile of goo your brain spits out while its sifting information around trying to make a bunch of pieces fit together. unfortunately, I worry that you amount of stress and anxiety you feel about these dreams may be keeping them so front and center in your mind that makes them keep coming up over and over when you're asleep, creating a vicious cycle.

listen, I can't tell you how to change or feel better about your dreams. but I can tell you that people having sexual dreams that are in no way indicative of their actual desires is INCREDIBLY COMMON. none of those people are a danger to themselves or anyone else because of something their subconscious does that's entirely beyond their control, and that includes you.

having said that, it's totally understandable that you find these dreams disturbing and upsetting. for the time being, while you're managing them on your own, try to get yourself to a calm place while you're getting ready for bed - whatever works for you, whether it's mindfulness, melatonin, exercise, tea, warm bath and candles, taking time away from your phone, etc - and preparing space to be gentle with yourself and get into a good headspace when you wake up by making an extra nice breakfast, taking a long shower, going for a long walk, or anything else that will help you get out of your head and take care of yourself in the aftermath of an upsetting dream.

and if you do manage to find a reliable therapist soon, which I hope you do, I would strongly encourage you to bring this up with them if the problem is still persisting by then. anything causing you anxiety and distress is something that is worth talking over with a therapist, especially since leaving one stress factor unaddressed can also hold you back from resolving others - it's hard to focus on anything when restful sleep is off the table. once you've established a good rapport with a therapist, some conversations around this could be super helpful for you.

wishing you the best with finding some peace of mind xoxo

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober🔪||GhostFace!JongSang

Pairing: JongSang x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: MeanDom!Jongho, MeanDom!Yeosang, Sub!Reader, Cum Eating, Oral (Giving and Receiving), Cum Play, CNC, Throat Fucking, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex (Please Dont😀), Primal Play, Masked Sex, Phone Sex, Reader Is Being Watched…, Three Sum, Spit Roasting, Choking With A Belt🤪, Restraints, Degradation, Name Calling (Whore, Slut..), If I Missed Anything👀👀…Lemme Know!

A/N: Can you believe we got one more slasher fic to go then Slashtober is over?!? I hope yall enjoyed these fics as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. I couldn’t hold myself back on this one, I was trying to hold it till tomorrow but excitement got the best of me. I apologize for the person I became when I wrote this🤪🫣.

Slashtober Masterlist

The last to move in was Kang Yeosang, and Choi Jongho, the quietest men out of the neighbors. Both resembling Gods, when they came into the neighborhood you couldn’t help but want to know their names. When the moving truck pulled into town, you and Wooyoung fought your way to the truck wanting to both introduce yourselves, getting an eye full of both men, in tank tops, sweating through them leaving very little to the imagination, your voice got caught in your throat. Wooyoung laughed and snickered saying how you embarrassed yourself while you reminded him that he literally almost leeched his body onto Yeosang and Jongho. Every morning you saw them you waved to them, knowing that they were the type of men who preferred being left alone. Yet you couldn’t possibly leave them without giving them some kind of polite gesture.

~

Your house was quiet Sunday night, deciding to call it a night early you got yourself tucked into bed, turning your phone on do not disturb. You let sleep take over your body. Not even 20 minutes into your peaceful slumber your phone came off of dnd, irritation lacing your mood, you picked up your phone to see who could be calling you, an unknown number? Not even bothering with it, laying your phone back down you tuck yourself back into bed. Your phone goes off again, and again. Getting fed up, you answer your phone.

“What?!” You yell out clearly annoyed that this number continued bothering you. You can hear breathing into the phone, rolling your eyes as you hang up. Placing your phone back down. When your phone goes off again. You answer it and hang up. Getting more irritated, throwing your covers off you make your way to your kitchen. Grabbing a glass of water when your phone lights up again, answering it but not speaking just yet. You can hear movement on the other line.

“What do you want?!” You say with an attitude lacing your tone. A deep chuckle makes you place your glass down. Putting your phone on speaker and placing it on the counter.

“I just wanted to see what you were doing baby.” A deep voice says, your eyes get big, slightly scared you go to hit the end button when the voice speaks up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” The voice on the phone says, confusing you. When a hand wraps around your mouth, pulling your body effortlessly against his chest. You scream even though it is muffled by this person's gloved hand. As you are trying to peel this person's hand off of your mouth, you are trying to kick his legs, so you can get away from them. His other hand grabs your waist pulling you close to his body, hard cock rubbing against your ass cheeks. Closing your eyes tightly you jerk harder in his grasp. When a deep chuckle is heard through the phone once more.

“Go ahead and fuck her. I know the little bitch is wet.” Gripping your throat, Jongho bends you over the kitchen counter, his bricked cock nesting between your ass cheeks. Your face comes in contact with the cool surface of your kitchen counter. Your body doesn’t even put up a fight, automatically bending to the will of the big man behind you, while the person on the phone laughs hysterically in your ears. With a voice so deep you’ve swore you’ve heard it before, the husk to the voice, the grit of the voice, yet you can’t put a finger on it because the only thoughts that are swirling your mind is how easily you are being manhandled, and how much you are enjoying it.

Running his gloved fingers from your belly button to your clit, he puts pressure on it, causing your body to let out a mewl. The man behind you lets out a chuckle, you can hear him undoing his belt, sliding it around your wrists, securing it to the faucet. Pressing his body on your back, keeping you in place with his body weight. You struggle to breath, a quiet moan slips out, the struggle in which he’s causing you turns him on more and more.

“Is that what you want? You want a big bad guy to come and fuck you?” He grunts into your ear, bucking his hips between your ass cheeks. You can get a good feel of his length, and not only is he thick, he’s long. How could you not want this? Maybe Mingi was right, maybe it was time to admit you were just as fucked up as they were.

Dropping to his knees, he shimmies your pajama shorts down, giving your ass a harsh slap making you yelp.

“No panties? My god..” he groans out. Gripping your ass cheeks, he spread them, getting a clear view of your moist cunt. Rubbing his gloved hand through your lips, collecting your slick on his fingers. Popping them in his mouth he savors the taste of you on his tongue. Hiking his mask up he dives tongue first into your cunt. Strong hands gripping your ass cheeks spreading them even further so he can get a better taste of you. He’s eating you like he’s a starved man, like this is the first meal he’s had in a long time, like he’s trying to eat you alive. Slurping your clit, his gloved hand comes and plunges in your warm walls. Letting out a moan you try to reach your hand back, forgetting that you are tied to the faucet. You want to slow him down from eating you out as you don’t want to cum just yet. Removing his hand from your ass cheek he hikes your leg up, tucking his hand behind your knee. Making his access to your cunt easier, he dives back in. The tip of his soft nose constantly brushing ain’t your clit with he tongue fucks your hole. Gripping the belt you try to stabilize yourself. The deep voice from the phone speaks once more…

“Tell me how much you are enjoying him eating that pretty pussy.”

Biting your lip you let your head fall to the cool counter. Trying your best to stabilize yourself.

“I-I love it.” You choke out, with your leg still cocked in the air, gripping the belt tighter you feel your orgasm beginning. The way he has his mouth wrapped around your clit, with his fingers deep in your cunt you hear white noise. Letting out a loud cry your body jerks with each suck he sends to your throbbing clit. Pulling back with a smack of his lips he stands up placing a hand over your eyes while pulling your head to the side, he squishes your mouth open.

“Stick your tongue out.” Rolling your tongue out with your mouth wide open and eyes still covered letting your life lay in this man’s hands. He lays his tongue flat against yours, letting you taste yourself. Pulling back with his hands still covering your eyes he adjusts his mask. Grabbing your tied wrists he undoes the belt, shoving your body on to the closest wall near you both. Reaching back to grab the phone, you notice the call is still continuing, your pussy clenches around nothing knowing that the person on the other line was just listening to you getting your pussy ate. Pulling his pants down, he runs his throbbing cock between your folds, sliding between them collecting as much slick as he can. Sliding through your folds once more he slides smoothly into your warm cunt. Wrapping a hand around your throat so your head cocks back…

“Oh baby, I’m about to completely destroy you.”

Hiking his hips up harshly, you slide up the wall with each deep stroke he delivers. Each hard thrust feels like a punch to your gut. He’s practically sliding in and out of your stomach.

“Tell me what he’s doing to you.” A deep voice groans out, gripping his cock tightly giving it a slow pump, as he hears the constant slapping of your skin on Jonghos leather pants. Juices dripping down them.

“He-he’s fucking me so hard.” You pant out, your chest pressing harder and harder against the wall.

“What else baby?”

“He's so deep in my cunt I can feel him brush over my spot.” You cry out to the voice on the other side of the phone. Yeosang spreads his legs further, spitting slightly on his hand. He starts to pump his cock again, trying to find the rhythm at which Jongho is fucking you. You bounce up and down on his cock, your ass smacking his clothed muscular thighs. Tipping your head back , you are soaking in all the pleasure this man is giving you. He’s a man of sharp actions, a man of skill, he’s using your body like you are his own personal flesh light.

His large arm wraps around your throat, his elbow bumping the wall in front of him, squeezing tighter as he pounds into you from behind, his heavy breath is in your ears. He’s got you in a headlock.

“Fuck baby, you can take more can’t you?” He grits out, the other voice on the phone line agrees with him. Your eyes roll back, head smacking against his shoulder. While your hand is still trying to tightly wrap around his arm that is around your throat. Alarms are going off in your head that if this person wanted to squeeze a bit tighter he could possibly kill you, yet the way he’s pounding into your cunt, and has you pressed against this wall you can't think properly. Grabbing the phone in a better grip, he holds it to your ear once more.

“Is he fucking you good?” A deep voice breathes out, you can hear the fapping of the person on the other line. The thought of them jacking off to you getting fucked makes your legs shake along with the way you are getting used. Wrapping his arm tighter around your throat, he runs his thumb over the back of your neck.

“Answer him baby, don’t make him wait.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, your mouth hangs open, trying to get out any word you can so you can answer the person on the line.

“Y-Yessss..” you drag out the S, the overwhelming feeling of Jonghos thick cockhead constantly brushing against your cervix mixing with the husky sounds that are leaving the person on the phone line bring you over the edge. Choking out a loud gasp, your toes curl while your nails dig into Jonghos clothes arm. Head smacking into his shoulder once more. Speeding his hips up, he continues to abuse that spongy spot not giving you a chance to breath. Tears fill your eyes with how powerful his thrusts are, he’s fucking you into oblivion.

“Please pleas-please.” You hiccup out, the voice on the line coos at you.

“You can give us another can’t you? Be a good girl and give him another. Or matter of fact, maybe you wanna give me one.” He breathes heavily into the phone, you hear the line go dead, the person behind you slows his hips down. Slowly stroking into you, but with strokes so deep your body hikes up the wall with each thrust. Loosening his arm around your neck, he lets your body completely depend on the wall to hold you up. His hands come down to your hips, slamming you down harshly on his cock. Your face smushed against the cool wall, drool is pouring out of your lips. You are beyond gone at this rate. You are convinced with the last orgasm your bones have melted and turned into pudding.

Completely stopping his movements, he pulls you off of his cock. Cradling your body so you slowly slide down to the floor, your skin brushes the cool floor. Letting out a small hiss you turn over on your back, head thumping against the floor as you lay sprawled out. The mask man above you lets out a small chuckle, while he is masked you can hear the light chipper chuckle that leaves him. He stands over your body, thick legs on each side of you with his cock still standing strong and tall against his clothed stomach, wrapping his hand around his cock, he jerks off above you slowly. The moonlight catches onto his torso, he’s huge. His shoulders are broad, and his legs are thick, his hands are veiny and strong. No doubt he could choke you out with ease with them. You are still out of breath from your orgasm, your naked chest heaves up and down, with each exhale your breast jiggle slightly catching Jonghos eye.

Speeding his hand up to match the rhythm of your breathing he is close to his orgasm, hand beating his wet cock faster and faster. He's towering over you, looking down upon you. Under his mask his eyes are taking in your naked frame over and over again, the way your nipples pebble because of the cool breeze, the way your breasts jiggle with each breath, the way you look at him through clouded eyes, you are sin on a platter. You are the fruit of temptation and every single person in the neighborhood wanted their own bite.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jongho pants out shooting his load over your naked body, you see his legs tense as he cums all over your laid out naked frame. His load hitting all over your chest, some landing on the bottom half of your face, some even landing on the kitchen floor. Tucking himself away in his pants he crouches down to be eye to eye with you. Gathering some of his cum off your chest, he taps your lips, painting his orgasm all over them, letting him do so you look at him with wide eyes. You’ve never been used so carelessly like this, like you are simply a throw away. Your pussy clenched around nothing, from his peripheral vision he can see your thighs clench. Shaking his head back and forth, he hands up, placing one of his black boots on your stomach, your body riddles with nerves.

“He's coming to find you in 10.” He speaks out, mask muffling his voice. Trying to come down from your orgasmic trance you blink rapidly trying to come back to reality.

“Who?” You whisper out. Rubbing your thighs together, moving his foot he kicks your thighs open. Placing the tip of his boot merrily inches away from your cum soaked cunt. He drags his eyes down your body before looking back up at you. Titling his head to the side, your body freezes with shock. With such a small gesture your nerves spike.

“Run.”

Trying to gather your body off the floor the best way you can, you scramble to get up, legs still feeling like over cooked noodles. You stand fully, taking off to any and everywhere in your house. Avoiding your bedroom, this time. You can hear that masked man counting down in your home.

“10…!….9!…8!…” as he’s counting you are still trying your best to find where to hide, opting to stick yourself in your hallway closet, quietly shutting it. You hear a change of voice counting you the count down, the same exact voice you heard over the phone. Yet you hear nobody enter or exit your home. Was he here the whole time?!

“7…! 6…!…5!…” you hear the heavy footsteps of the deep voice man making his way through your home. The sounds of his footsteps lead away from where you are. Your adrenaline is high, your chest is covered with sticky cum, while your ass naked running through your home. This isn’t how you expected to spend your Sunday night yet here you are. Your house gets eerily quiet, putting a hand over your mouth and nose to try to regulate your breathing. Not wanting to make too much noise to give away where you are.

“You know the most common places to hide in a home are the closets. Because I’m feeling nice, I’ll let you move to another location. I’ll even pause the counting.” His deep voice tells through the quiet home. The rasp in it bounces down the empty halls, settling right in your ear. Looking for anything in the closet to wear you find an oversized jacket, quietly sliding it on your body, you decide you are going to make a quiet run for it out of your home. Cracking the closet open quietly. You quickly dash to the front door, sprinting as quietly as possible with your hand still covering your mouth. As you get the door opened and unlocked you look over your shoulder making sure he’s not behind you, flinging the door open you turn and run right into the hard chest of the other masked man. His arms wrap tightly around your body, while a hand behind you wraps around the hand that’s covering your mouth. You feel a broad chest stand behind you. Crushing you between both masked men.

“Boo.” The one with the deepest voice says, clearly calculating your next move, your hand darts out to smack him, before you can even lift your hand he has it pinned to the broad man standing behind you.

“Wrong move baby.”

Throwing you hand back down, he grabs the zipper to the top of your coat, zipping it down slowly so your body is on display for him, his gloved hands come up and twist your nipple, your mouth lets out a loud gasp, while the moan is muffled behind your own hand, and Jonghos hand it still can be heard loudly. Jerking your body back against his own, Yeosang flicks his head to Jongho signaling him to move back so he can step in the house. He grabs your waist dragging your body back into the home. Lifting you off the ground like you are nothing but a paper weight to him.

“Trying to make a run for it, pretty girl?” Yeosang enters the home. Closing it behind him. Walking slowly, he inches his ways toward you, while he is not as wide as the man holding you, you can see how muscular he is, the man is built like a Greek God. Shaking your head from side to side, trying to convince him that you weren’t going to go anywhere.

“You know I do hate liars.” He grits out beneath his mask, nodding his head. Jongho removes his glove-covered hand from your mouth, your own hand drops from your mouth, your face is slick with spit, your chest is heaving.

“I sw-swe..” before you can even finish your sentence, Yeosang grips your face between his hands, squishing your cheeks together, cutting off your sentence. Letting out a deep breath behind the mask, he smacks his lips. His thumb drags over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it go. Both of his hands wander down to your throat, clutching it in a way you think he’s going to choke the life out of you, putting slight pressure on your neck. You let out a choked breath.

“Oh, we do have a slut on our hands.” He says through a chuckle. Gripping your throat a little tighter a quiet moan falls past your lips. Bringing his masked face closer to yours, your nose brushed against the plastic.

“Do you understand I could choke you out right here, and leave your pretty little limp body on this floor.” Biting your lip you nod your head, panting out onto the plastic that’s covering his face. His thumb pulls your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

“I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to do with you…I could fuck you so hard all you’ll remember is the feeling of each orgasm I give you. Or I could fuck you with in a inch of your life, pretty girl.” His thumb runs over your bottom lip once more, heavy in thought of what he was going to do to you. Smacking his lips, he wraps his hands around your throat again, choking you.

“Because you lied to me, and tried to make a run for it. I think me and my friend here will fuck you with in an inch of your life.”

Tossing your body on the floor, you hit it with a thud, the jacket being a barrier between you and the cool floor.

Unbuckling his belt, he slides it off with one swift motion. The men separate the one with the deepest voice standing at the bottom of your feet while the other stands above your head. Kicking your legs open, you let your eyes travel over the other masked man. You notice he’s brick hard in his pants. You wonder if he ever got the chance to cum while he was listening in on you getting your pussy ate. Yeosang walks to the side of your body putting his boot under you back, kicking you over so you are on your stomach. Putting his boot on your back so you stay lowered on the ground. Jongho laughs sinisterly, lowering himself in a squat so he comes closer to your eyes. Gripping your head, he holds it up while Yeosang tosses the belt he pulled off earlier to him. Wrapping the belt around your neck, he gives it an experimental tug. A loud moan leaves your mouth. Clearly embarrassed by how turned on you are, you try to lower your head, clearly amused by your actions Jongho pulls on the belt yanking your head back up so you remain in eye contact with his mask.

“I don’t think I’ve ever fucked anyone sluttier then you. If only you could see yourself.”

Jongho says through a laugh, Yeosang makes his way to your lower half, kicking your legs open, he puts his boot right near your cunt, nudging it lightly. You close your eyes and try to bite back a moan.

“Oh my god!” Jongho says laughing, pulling the belt even higher so your body is slightly more off the ground. Yeosang nudges his boot against your cunt again, as if your body is on autopilot you grind your cunt on his boot trying to get as much stimulation as you can.

“She really is a slut. You know what you are, pretty girl?” Grabbing the belt tighter he brings his face closer to yours.

“You are a pretty hole for everyone to fuck, and for everyone to use.” Blinking at him with desire in your eyes, you can feel your slick leave your body and start to run on Yeosangs boot. You feel the heat of embarrassment prick your skin like a million needles. But you can’t ignore the fact of how turned on you are by his degrading words.

“Nothing to say huh?” Yeosang says while you continue to grind on the tip of his boot. Looking up at Jongho with big tear stained eyes, you open your mouth to say something but your head is empty of any thoughts. All your body screams is pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

“What’s in that pretty head?” Yeosang says, bringing his boot against you to match your actions. Blinking at Jongho once more you bite your lip before answering.

“I-I wanna cum..” you whisper out thoughtlessly. While you can’t see it, you can feel the chill run through your blood. You know behind those masks both of them are smiling. Dropping to his knees and swiftly undoing his pants Yeosangs cock springs free, pulling your hips up so you are on all fours. Jongho lowers himself so it’s easier for you to suck his cock. Running his cock between your folds, he gathers all the arousal he can before roughly sliding into your cunt. Yeosang starts off at a slow but hard pace. Making sure you feel every thrust he’s delivering to you.

Grabbing the belt around your neck, Jongho undoes his pants once more, shimmying them down his cock springs free smacking you across the lips. Running a hand over your head, he grips the back of it with his hand still tightly wrapped around the belt.

“Open your mouth pretty girl.” Letting your mouth fall open you try to relax your jaw as much as you can, with Yeosangs deep thrusts it’s hard to loosen your jaw because all you wanna do is bite down on your lip to hold in your moans from the pleasure he’s delivering to you. He easily slides his cock in your mouth, immediately hitting the back of your throat. As he hits the back of it Yeosang thrusts forward harshly, causing Jonghos cock to go even further down your throat. Letting out a gurgling noise Jongho reels his hips back, pistoning his hips in and out of your mouth, not caring about being delicate, they were using your body just for their pleasure. While Yeosang continues to slam up in your cunt, Jongho would power drive his cock down your throat. Creating a perfect bouncing effect between the two of them. Saliva pooled around your mouth, dripping on the floor, your arms were starting to get sore from being in the position, one hand goes to hold onto Jonghos strong thigh that is contracting every time he’s in your mouth. Just as both of their thrust begin to get sloppy. Yeosang reaches over, gripping the belt that’s around your throat, pulling it up so your head is held higher, while your throat tenses at the new angle you can’t help but let your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Where is that attitude you had when you answered the phone? Hm? Where is it?” Yeosang grits out through clenched teeth, tilting his head back as he is close to reaching his peak. Pulling the belt tighter, with each thrust up he pulls your body back down by the belt causing you to bounce up and take Jonghos cock further down your throat. Gurgling noises leave you, with your eyes full of unshed tears, you look up at Jongho, you see his head tilted back, clearly enjoying your warm, wet mouth on his cock. Pulling the belt once more you bounce harder on his cock, resulting in Yeosang dropping the belt, pulling his cock out and letting out a deep breath.

“Sit up on your knees.” He grits out quickly, wrapping his gloved hand around his cock, he stands up, Jongho slips out of your mouth, rising to his feet as well. Balancing your weight on your knees you look up at both of them sticking your tongue out, both of them let quickly stroke their cocks before cumming all over your face, some landing on your chest, some of it getting on your lower belly. You are painted in their cum, you happily accept their cum all over you, swallowing down their mixture that landed on your tongue. With their piercing gazes through the mask, they both look at each other before looking back at you tilting their heads to the side. A chill runs through your body.

“Run.” They both say at the same time, scraping your body off the floor once more. You make a dash for another hiding spot within your home.

~

As the boys gather around Wooyoungs computer they watch as your naked, cum covered body runs through your house frantically looking for a place to hide. While Jongho and Yeosang converse quietly amongst themselves. Turning around, Jongho locks eyes with the camera that is tucked away in your kitchen. Walking close to it, he lifts his mask smiling into it knowing that at least one of them is watching.

“Enjoy the show.” He whispers into the camera.

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[emswritings]

Rain, rain, dont go away

Synopsis: Spending the rainy evening with you husband, Remus

Tags: Fluff, husband!Remus x wife!reader

Wordcount: 0.3k

Author's note: It's been raining all day here, so I thought I'd write this little piece :-)

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It had been a long and slow day at the grocery store for Remus. The rain must’ve scared everyone away from leaving their house, and all he wanted to do was come home to you. Which was why he was so happy to see you sitting on the couch in the living room of the little cottage you both own. He smiles, and tries to walk as quietly as possible so he doesn't disturb the peaceful atmosphere you and your cat, named dog, have created. 

“What’re you reading, dove?” He asks, standing next to the (his) chair you're sitting in. You look up at him and respond with, “Pride and Prejudice.” It had been a favorite of yours back in your Hogwarts days, and was actually how you and Remus started talking. He seems to remember this and smiles softly at you, then goes into the kitchen. 

A few minutes later, he comes back in and hands you a steaming mug of hot chocolate. You thank him quietly, and go back to your reading. He follows suit and grabs a book that he’s been reading, and sits down on the couch, letting the fire and rain talk for the both of you.

Time goes by, so much so that the fire has died down to just a few embers, when you finally look up at your darling husband. “How has your day been, hunny?” You ask, watching as he puts his book down on the table. “It was long and slow. I'm glad I’m home.” He smiles. You smile back, and listen as he tells you stories of some of the customers he helped today, laughing slightly with him. Eventually, you move over to the couch, and cuddle up to Remus, simply enjoying this calm night with him. You two get so comfortable that you end up falling asleep to the soundtrack of the rain, half drank hot chocolate still sitting on the table.

[angelbaby-fics]

I saw that u write for Daddy stucky x little x little Peter and it's si adorable 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Maybeeeee 🐝

Daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where the reader is in babyspace like daipers and all the time sleepy and she just want to be in daddies arms but they need to go to the avenger tower and have a Meeting and another cg babysit the little one's but the baby reader dont understand why daddies aren’t there and just cries and petie try to comfort her and when daddies are back and daddy bucky picks her up she immediately stops crying and falls asleep and more fluff u can choose how petie would try to comfort her (he is like 6 or 7 in headspace)

Proud Of You

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairing: CG!Stucky x Little!Reader x Little!Peter (fem terms used for reader)

A/N: hello lovely anon! my requests are actually closed but………… i really liked this idea 😮 sooo i wrote it anyways!! i really really love big brother peter 🥺 and i tried to make this as fluffy as can be! enjoy 💕

It was the dreamiest afternoon, a heavy blanket of clouds pushing away the last sunrays of summer as autumn made itself known. As you napped in your crib, Peter and Bucky were enjoying a movie on tv, curled up on the big couch in the living room. Steve had left on an errand to the grocery store, suddenly inspired by the overcast weather to cook a cozy meal for his family. A scented candle on the shelf in the corner filled the room with warmth, and Bucky took deep breaths as he stroked Peter’s hair, filing away this perfect moment in his mind to look back on whenever he needed to remember just how safe his life was now. He tried to ignore the phone buzzing in his pocket, silently cursing whoever was trying to disturb his heaven, but when the notifications continued to flood in, he reluctantly answered the call.

Peter sat up as Bucky maneuvered to retrieve his phone, the sudden movement of his favorite pillow pulling the kiddo from the brink of an unplanned nap. Peter looked up at his Baba as he answered the phone, furrowing his brows as Bucky sighed. On the other end, Steve lightly chided his husband for not answering sooner, before letting him know that he was currently stranded at the store, the family car unresponsive in the parking lot. Bucky reassured Steve that he’d be right there, running a tired hand over his face as he hung up the phone and picked up the baby monitor that showed your nursery. The video showed you still fast asleep in your crib, pacifier half fallen out of your mouth. Mentally calculating the time it would take to reach the store and back, Bucky decided it wasn’t worth disturbing your nap for an errand that would hopefully be over before you even woke up to notice he was gone.

“What’s wrong, Baba?” Peter spoke up. There was anxiety in his voice, but not very much; he could tell it must not be an emergency if Bucky was so calm.

“Daddy’s car broke and I have to go pick him up from the store.” Bucky tried not to sound too annoyed.

“Can I come?” Peter asked eagerly, but Bucky shook his head.

“Not this time, pumpkin. I need you to be a big boy and take care of the house while I’m gone. Don’t answer the door for anyone and try not to wake up your sister, okay baby?”

Peter nodded enthusiastically, thrilled to be assigned a mission - even if that mission was just to stay put on the couch and not get into trouble.

With a kiss to the top of the spider boy’s head, Bucky was out the door, wanting more than anything to get this done as quickly as possible. Peter stared at the door for what felt like ages after it had closed behind his Baba, counting down the minutes until his return. And then he heard your cry from the baby monitor speaker.

Your precious slumber was interrupted, your peaceful dreams morphing into a heart stopping nightmare, almost as if you could sense your Baba’s absence and your Daddy’s distress. Tossing and turning, you ripped your way out of the cocoon of sleep, letting out a choked sob as you desperately tried to rejoin the waking world. You opened your eyes into the darkness, anxiously staring at your nursery door, almost mentally willing it to burst open and your daddies to come rushing in. But when the door finally did open, it was tentative, and the figure you saw illuminated by the hall light was not who you expected.

Peter rushed towards you as soon as he saw your desperate face. He reached through the bars of your crib to hold your hand as he reassured you were safe, big brother was here and he wasn’t gonna let anything hurt you. But it was no use, you just kept thrashing and crying out.

“Daddy! Baba!!” You wailed, needing more than anything just to be wrapped in their big strong arms, protected from anything and everything that could come your way.

Peter crouched down so his face was level with yours, wanting more than anything just to comfort you.

“Daddies aren’t here right now, but it’s okay, I got you!” Peter reassured you, and although you stopped fighting and let your body calm down, your tears still didn’t stop.

“Baba…” You sobbed, your chest heaving up and down with nervous breaths.

“Can I get you out of your crib?” Peter asked, his hand already on the latch.

You nodded and Peter let down the bars of the crib, helping you down onto the carpeted floor. He held your hand all the way as he led you back to the living room, his protective heart breaking as he heard you sob behind him. He brought you to the couch and helped you onto it, making sure you were comfy and stable, knowing you were particularly small at the moment. Peter wrapped you in a plush throw blanket and grabbed the nearest stuffed animal, tucking it into the blanket with you.

“I gotta go to the kitchen, okay?” He asked, and your eyes widened. “Don’t worry, though, I’ll be right back!”

You watched him all the while he zoomed around the corner into the kitchen, never leaving your line of sight as he ran to the fridge and pulled out a premade bottle. Taking the lid off, he put it in the microwave for less than a minute, just enough to bring it around room temperature, and as an added courtesy, he even made sure to open the microwave door before it could beep too loudly.

Just as quickly as he’d rushed into the kitchen, Peter was right back by your side, climbing up onto the couch to join you. He wrapped an arm around your blanketed body, leaning you into him as he brought the lukewarm bottle to your lips. With tears still in your eyes, you drank. The warm milk filling your belly brought your mind into focus, and your breathing steadied with each sip. With the hand that wasn’t already clutched around your stuffie, you reached out to Peter, gripping his pointer finger with your whole hand. The more you calmed down, the more your brother did as well, now confident in his ability to take care of you. You weren’t even halfway through with the bottle when you heard a familiar key in the front door lock.

Your milk drunk eyes flew open, laser focused on the door as it opened to reveal your two favorite people in the whole world. Peter dropped the bottle, but you’d already forgotten about your post-nap snack, your only care in the world was getting into your daddies’ arms as quickly as possible. Your arms reached out, fingers flexing out at Steve and Bucky, desperate for them to finish bringing in the groceries, locking the door, taking off their shoes. It felt like it was taking forever.

“Well look who’s awake!” Steve’s eyes lit up at the sight of you, just about as eager as you were to have you in his arms. He relieved you from Peter’s lap, and you gripped his shirt up in your fists, burying your face into his neck and breathing in his comforting scent. Peter was left to look up at Bucky, studying his face to try and figure out what he was thinking.

“I’m sorry Baba.” He apologized preemptively, just in case Bucky was mad at your nap ending prematurely.

“Sorry about what, kiddo? You didn’t wake her up on purpose, did you?”

Peter shook his head rigorously, hoping to convey to his Baba that he’d never do that.

“Then you have nothing to be sorry for, okay baby boy? In fact, it looks like you did a pretty good job holding down the fort while we were gone. I’m so proud of you.” Bucky said, picking up Peter and joining you and Steve in the kitchen where the ingredients for that night’s special dinner were all spread out on the counter.

“Yea! Luv oo!” You chimed in, and Peter grinned the widest you’d ever seen him.

[merlucide]

What’s their taste in music?

notes: playing around with sizing hehe-

characters: Barou, Sendou, Chigiri, Bachira, Reo, Oliver, Hiori, Otoya

barou shoei

classical music 100%

Cmon my dude mediates- how obvious does it needa be? I feel like piano would be his favorite but also really likes cello or other deep string instruments. He normally just puts on the default classical music playlists lmao. Though I do think he would like Red hot chilli peppers for some reason. Definitely hard no on metal or anything really with intense drums. He can’t stand the loud aggressive music, he thinks it’s unhinged and frenetic.

sendou shuto

sendou listens to rap cus he thinks it makes him cooler💀 I can see it so clearly omg- 

Listens to Eminem obviously, and his favorite song from him is rap god. His hype song is NEW ORLEANS by BROCKHAMPTON. He feels so badass listening to it lmao. Though what he really likes is pop, Brittney spears, Dua lipa, Lady Gaga, etc etc.

chigiri hyoma 

Okay I can see Chigiri liking a few types of music for like different moods yk.

I think he’d like XXXTENTACION, he listens to his more ‘intense’ songs when he runs. He likes YuNg BrAtZ, when he wants to listen to depressing music he likes Orlando. 

He’d like rock too, The white stripes and Nirvana would be his go toos.

When he’s getting really into his workout he puts on Disturbed and occasionally SlipKnot when he’s tryna push himself.

ALSO I CAN 100% SEEING HIM LISTENING TO SLEEP TOKEN?!? OMG YEAH???

(RIP XXX.)

bachira meguru

Hear me out okay.

Voicaloid. 

IK IK- I think Bachira would really like the fast pace and excitement in their songs. He just likes Hyperpop, it’s like an energy boost he don’t need anymore energy

His all time favorites are Rin Rin Signal and Poppippo.

ALSO THE LIVING TOMBSTONE. UGH HE WOULD LIKE THEM RIGHT???? Discord would be on loop 24/7 are u kidding me

mikage reo

I think that since he grew up classy n rich he’d listen to classical music and such. he really likes Violin/Viola. Listening to it brings him great comfort and peace. Reo really likes Jazz too. Obviously Reo explored other types of music to see what else there is .definitely did it as an act of ‘rebellion’ lmao-  He isn’t really a fan of metal or rock but likes Alt. I can see him listening to The neighborhood or Radiohead. He also likes Adele.

aiku oliver

likes the more chill stuff, like Noah Kahan or Big thief. He’s a pretty laid back guy and doesn’t feel the need to rage through music lmao- Though I can see him liking Chase Atlantic. And I know for a fact if you put on any cunty music he’d know all of the lyrics to the songs. Ayesha Erotica, Chase Icon, or even porn-ish singerslike cupcakke he’d know the words to em💀

hiori yo

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death metal.

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Like we talking cannibal corpse, the fallen prophecies, and on calm days, SlipKnot.

he gotta cope somehow ig😶

Like you could ask him what he’s listening too and expect him to listen to like Drake or sum and he’s like ‘oh I’m listening to Murderous Rampage by Cannibal Corpse’. 

.. 😶

Like dawg wut😭

otoya eita 

he’d listen to Drake, Lil Uzi Vert and Kanye West without doubt. 

Pls he’s the most basic, generic, un-unique ‘frat boy’ ever, of course he’d listen to them. He thinks he all hot stuff jamming out to em, all dripped out in his basic ass fit, and ugly beanie, ew. Ugh I hate this hoe🙄 (jk he’s bbg 🤭) also I’m not hating on any of these artists, I like their music- DONT TAKS NUFFIN PERSONAL PLS

lemme know if u wanna pt2 or whatever mkay

made March 17th 2024