#we actually have a whole file on that guy LMAOO

[themagicalconchshell]

in honour of the new FNAF game, I'm sharing some old messages of me trolling this knob with Jackie's box lyrics

[dukeofdelirium]

I’ve seen a lot of your MJ stuff, and there’s a lot of things I have to say (Don’t worry, I’m not an anti lol)

Looking back on the Leaving Neverland BS, I realized that every time one of these guys open their mouths, it’s like we’re talking about different predators. From what I remember, none of them had a “relationship” sense until Safechuck (He said it if felt like they were dating, and saying they started having sex not soon after they met, if I’m not mistaken). With Wade, it was simple touching, before it escalated to actual penetration one time after a few years (Not completely, btw). Chandler and Arvizo never made claims of anything of that nature, if I’m not mistaken. Other smaller accusations also don’t make sense, like Terry George being the only kid Michael had phone sex with.

Speaking more on this, it should ring some alarm bells on the fact that Michael has no straight M.O or “A.O.A”, which is weird in my opinion. Like I said before, it seems like we’re talking about different predators, and how we have no clear age he would be attracted to if we should believe all the allegations. First, it was 13, then 7-14, then 7-18 (Thanks to Safechuck’s train station story), then for some reason, a girl (even though he’s supposed to be attracted to boys, but okay).

Real quick, what do you think about the rumors that Frank Cascio had sued the estate, and it apparently bringing up his own version of allegations, and apparently selling his own collection of Michael items a while back (just like Wade).

On a lighter note, every now and then, I remember this one post (although I’m not sure if it’s true) that when the authorities were going over Michael’s tapes, there was one named “baby chicks” (which is a name predators apparently like to name CSA content with little girls). When they thought they had something, they played it, and it turned out to be hours of baby chickens and ducks that Michael had recording.

oh thank god lmao I saw this message in my notifs and thought “here we go again” until I opened it 😭

You got a lot of things to say? Speak on it bestie, cuz I ALSO got lots to say so I’d be more than happy to talk

It’s true that each one of Michael Jackson’s accusers try to paint him as a very different type of serial pedophile with very different tactics of abuse and grooming. James Safechuck literally pulled out a ring on camera and said Michael gave it to him to represent their eternal love or some shit 😭😭😭 LMAOO I canttttt with these cunts

BITCH WHAT THE FUCK LMAOOOO he had a little box and everything on standby it fucking SENDSSSSS MEEEEEE

Who the actual fuck would ever keep a PROMISE RING that their rapist gave them 27 years ago ?!!?!!!? 😭😭😭😭😭 HELP

Wade also tries to make comments in Leaving Neverland alluding to this idea that he had some sort of romantic relationship with MJ. Both of them do in their wording. Wade and James are all like “yeah Michael Jackson anally raped us but we liked it. We wanted him to keep doing it. We were jealous of Macaulay and Brett bc he was replacing us with them”

and Michael was friends w Brett and Macaulay first 😂 so how did he manage to “replace” them w Mac and Brett ???

Anyway, the whole reason Wade and James sound like they’re alleging they had intimate romantic relationships w MJ is because they both steal their stories from that book “Michael Jackson was my lover” written by Victor Gutierrez who was literally a pedophile and NAMBLA member. MJ sued him over this disgusting kiddie porn book he published in 1997 and he WON and was awarded 2.7 million in damages. Gutierrez fucked off back to Chile and filed bankruptcy and then got caught coaching little boys to lie and say politicians had sexually abused them.

Literally, Wade and Jame’s claims come directly from this sickening book. Idk if you know about this book, but Gutierrez alleged it was Jordan Chandler’s secret diary he wrote about his relationship w MJ. In the book it talks about their relationship as being intimate and romantic, the wording says shit like how MJ being a pedo will hopefully make pedophilia acceptable in society, and Gutierrez also directly thanks NAMBLA in said book in the acknowledgements.

The claims that MJ gifted boys jewelry after sex, the claim of wedding vows/marriage, the claim of jealousy over Mac and Brett, and the claim of anal rape are all in this book. This is the only place these claims were ever made until Wade and James came out after MJ died. Jordan Chandler himself signed legal declarations in the mid 90’s stating this “diary” and these claims were untrue. So did the other members of the Chandler family.

Anyway…. If I continue I will literally not shut up so let’s move forward w another section of your ask lololol.

“Then for some reason a girl” LMAOOOO YES I KNOW 😭😭😭😭 I remember when that random person came forward trying to say MJ abused her but she wouldn’t reveal her face/name and then after a little while the claims just disappeared entirely lol. You know what I think it is? I think Wade or James filed that themselves pretending to be a woman in the suit and they did it to try and make their shit more believable somehow cuz idiots think “more accusers = more truthful claims” but it actually did the opposite lol bc for 30 years, Michael Jackson has been lynch mobbed as a pedophile attracted and preying on YOUNG BOYS and Only young boys. Never EVER girls. Ever! The media has run with this lie that MJ is obsessed with little boys for so long that Wade and co trying to disrupt that narrative w their bullshit made even some guilters pause and be like “hm that was a little sus”

Like which is it? Is MJ obsessed with little boys or did he rape little girls too? Lmao make up yalls minds !!!

“What do you think about the rumors of Frank Cascio”

I think they’re just that: rumors. I’ve never seen any proof to substantiate that claim. The only thing I know for sure about the Cascio’ is that they sold fake music recordings w an imposter after MJ died to his Estate for a quick buck. Bc like pretty much everybody else who was surrounding Michael save for a very small few, they too didn’t even wait till the man’s body was cold before they began sniffing around for ways to make money off him.

And lastly, as for that last story, I’ve never heard of that. I don’t think that’s true, bc I’ve never seen any evidence for it, but on the off chance that it is: that’s really funny and it is something I could picture 😂 sometimes I just imagine the sheriffs raiding Neverland Ranch and they’re ripping up the mattresses and tearing up the floor and going through everything comically pulling out dozens of heterosexual hustler and playboy mags 😭😭😭 like that episode of SpongeBob where he starts ripping off wallpaper and shit and it’s full of diapers lmao but instead of it being that it’s just tons of porn mags and they’re all like “why are there so many”

[chaaistained]

hi doll ! for the latest ask game:

🩴 + 👢 + 🩰 for your kpop dr!!

ps i was the jungwon biased anon whos ask accidentally got deleted hihi totally okay doll don't worry bout it!

xo

HAHAHA ANON HELLO DARLING !! lmaoo i’m so sorry for prematurely posting the ask 😭 i can’t believe tumblr doesn’t have the option to revert public posts back into drafts when you want to edit them for more than just a typo .. @staff get on that pls <3

anyway, thank you for the ask my love !!

🩴 : FIRST IMPRESSION FLIP FLOPS . . . how did you meet? what was your impression of each other? 

jungwon and i met in 2021 on a variety show i scripted called 24시간 친구 and we were invited to spend 24 hrs with other 04' liners in the industry!! ironically enough, jungwon and i barely interacted at the start, he was a bit shy and even though he spoke well and made funny jokes, there wasn't any one-on-one interactions for a bit.

that was until we got to the maze segment of the gameshow, it was alice in wonderland themed (bcs alice is so shifter coded and i love adding little nods to shifting in my scripted scenarios) anyway, the group had been split into teams of two or three, i was in a group of three with jungwon and one of my cr guy friends who i scripted as an idol in my dr !! and during this whole segment i started doing a bit where i went "okay get in line students" and we'd single file it down the path, eventually the guys joined in.

but the pinnacle moment (that fans keep bringing up in edits as like a way to show how far we've come in our friendship/relationship) is when we were doing the riddles in the maze, in one of the riddles a bunch of flowers were showered over us and then the staff handed jungwon an orange rose (bcs he was standing in the centre). after the three of us finished contemplating the riddle, jungwon handed me the rose !! idk maybe bcs i was the only girl among the three and, ya know, you get a girl flowers ?? but regardless i accepted it graciously and was like twirling it between my fingers for the rest of this segment

my first impression of jungwon was that he was very methodical, he liked having some kind of plan (esp bcs all of us were playing little games and competitions against each other and when i was on his team i observed that trait of his) he kind of naturally takes lead but he’s very subdued about it, maybe bcs we’re not enhypen so he’s hesitant to lead but he’s very open with his suggestions and he likes to contribute a lot. he’s very witty as well, but like in an unassuming way, he’ll wait for the right moment to say smth that causes the group to erupt into laughter.

i honestly don’t know what his first impression of me was, i’d think it would be that i’m loud . bcs i am. but also that i love inclusion, smth about me is that i try to make sure everyone has a fair go , in conversation as well i make sure everyone who wanted to say smth had the chance to say it (a result of being the one that was ignored — so i know how important it is to include others when they want to be included). also, he probably noticed i was an engene during the random dance segment and how i crushed it every time one of enha’s songs came on 🫣

👢 : BRATTY BOOTS . . . what’s something they do that annoys you? is it on purpose? is it an unshakable habit?

he has so. much. energy. it’s actually exhausting sometimes bcs .. i’m just not like that?? like he literally gets zoomies, like my dog or my cat, and i’ll sit there staring at him while he runs around the place T^T it doesn’t necessarily annoy me but it does like distract me? but it’s all good, i mean if he can handle the countless tangents i go on and the way i seem to have a new hyperfixation every few hours? yeah i can handle his zoomies

🩰 : POV POINTE SHOES . . . what’s others’ perspective of your relationship? does anyone know you’re together? is their view accurate?

at the start, no one knew about us. i’d have a guess that both our groups suspected that something had changed between us but they never confronted us or asked any questions so we just went about it, keeping it a secret.

eventually tho, both our groups do find out and they’re pretty supportive about it. they also had been waiting for it to happen so, they weren’t exactly surprised.. just shocked that we kept it from them aksjdjfjskd

from our member’s perspectives, we just make sense. like you can’t look at jungwon and me interacting and be like “oh yeah they’re just friends” like .. it’s painfully obvious -_- even when we were just friends, we were always the pair that seemed the closest to each other. i mean, our meeting on that variety show (followed by our continued friendship) is what made jungwon and i choose to introduce both our groups together and make this big friend group we have, so the other’s kind of always knew we would happen

i feel like the public perception will be a bit different 🫥 i feel like people will think i’m “too much” for jungwon?? yes in that funny way of saying “oh he can’t handle allat” but like some people will genuinely think this? bcs i feel like at a first glance jungwon and i don’t seem at all like the other’s type? he seems like he’d really be into cute girls and girly girls and soft girls which . let’s be real, i can be all of those, i am all of those but like .. not all the time? i believe i’m just a little more masculine than most girls? like i love me some hyper feminine, i love pink, i love dresses, but it’s not my natural state of being?

ya know how idols have that assigned persona?? i’m that member that wears pants or shorts on stage while the others wear a skirt, i’m the member that the fandom believes would have a gf (and i would but i also like guys), they would think i’d be into tall guys, manly guys, the emo biker type ?? and again , i totally would be. (cite my rookie era back when asking ideal types was a thing and i said jeon jungkook bcs . ofcs i did)

but honestly? idgaf abt types. if i like you i like you. and in this case i like jungwon, who seems the opposite of what the fandom thinks is “my type”

so they’d probably be a bit confused and also like “nah they’re not gonna last” bcs of their own really stereotypical opinions .. but i have a feeling the multi stans, the ones that have been following both of us and have seen our friendship and our interactions, i feel like they’d know we make a good couple

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[piecksz]

starstruck | (m)

pairings: rockstar!eren yeager x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, roughness, drug use, explicit language

words: 4.4k+

summary: you and your friend decide to sneak backstage at your band’s favorite concert and the vip treatment you recieve is more than you bargained for.

inspired by 

a/n: you know the drill :p obey (with YUNGBLUD) by bring me the horizon it’s literally not a sexy song so don’t go in listening to it expectin to get horny LMAOO it’s just the kind of sound i imagined eren’s band to have, but it was sexy to me bc the image of rockstar eren tormented me the entire time i wrote this 

“I can’t believe I agreed to this. This is fucking crazy.” Your friend’s voice was a fidgety whisper behind you. Her face’s close proximity to the back of your neck had her heavy expiration fanning over your nape every time she opened her mouth to reprimand herself for allowing you to beguile her into illegal trespassing.

“You’re fucking crazy,” she whispered again, tugging the leather sleeve of your jacket with a pesky grip.

You shrugged her touch off of your arm and took a brief glimpse over your shoulder to offer her a sour look. “Can you be quiet? You freaking out is making us look suspicious.” You whisked your head back around, peering around the corner of the vacant merch tent.

“No, us creeping around to sneak onto a fucking tour bus is making us look suspicious,” she retorted.

The corner of your mouth tightened at your friend’s concern and you lifted your hand to give her a dismissive wave. You were astounded when she had originally agreed to your brazen proposal, although it took minutes of incessant pleading for her to actually give in. Her veiled reluctance surfaced the minute you two had separated from the concert’s crowd at the end of the show and snuck around the stage to the back of the venue. What began as her unease and quiet suggestions that maybe your idea wasn’t so smart, intensified into irritating nagging. You gave her the option to turn around and wait for you back at the car, but as your companion, she sighed and remarked that something so stupid couldn’t be done alone.

“I see it,” you said eagerly and with a proud grin. The vehicle was stationed a decent distance from where the two of you had been standing, but you measured the stretch with your eyes and figured that if you walked quickly enough, you’d be able to make it on without being caught.

“How do we even know they’re on it?” Your friend craned her head past yours to get a better view of what you saw.

“We don’t. I’m just guessing.”

“Oh great, that’s exactly the answer I wanted.” She released a tense and quiet laugh before retreating back behind the screen of the tent.

You surveyed the security guards as they patrolled back and forth along the premises, waiting until the coast was clear. Once you noticed an opening, you forcefully grabbed your friend’s wrist, ignoring her silent grunt of protest, and pulled her along. She stumbled into your stride and peered over at you, doing her best to follow your quick feet while mirroring your nonchalant guise.

Closer and closer, the two of you neared the tour bus until it had to have been only yards away. You tried to remain composed through your excitement, making sure you didn’t break your character. No fucking way your plan had actually gone off without a hitch, it almost seemed too easy.

“Hey!”

You kept walking. Maybe the exclamation wasn’t for you, but once the holler was thrown again, your body went rigid, and the tempo of your steps slowed until you stopped in your tracks. The adrenaline that commanded your legs had been substituted for lead and it kept your feet pinned to the ground. You couldn’t even run.

“Hey, you two aren’t supposed to be back here.”

You blinked once, long and hard, before pivoting on your heel. You watched, mortified, as a burly security guard started in your direction and got closer until he loomed over you both with a threatening advantage in height.

He looked even angrier now that you could see the way his thick eyebrows creased together and created a ripple of lines above them that disappeared into a bald head. His hefty arms were crossed against his chest while he glowered down at you two, waiting to hear a story. You could tell your excuse wouldn’t matter though, it was obvious he wasn’t in the mood for jocular conversation.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, we were looking for the bathroom,” you explained, clasping your hands together and feigning an apologetic smile. You turned your head from side to side, looking around innocently to sell your lie, and then looked back up at the guard with a nervous laugh. “And I guess it’s not here.”

Your friend shook her head and said nothing, but you were certain she was drawing up a creative speech in her head, wondering how she would tell you that she “told you so” this time.

“Nice try.” The guard curled his lip angrily. “Come on.” He reached out a thick hand and wrapped it around your bicep while grabbing the back of your friend’s shirt with a crude yank. Your eyes went wide at his hostile grip and you jerked your arm, trying to free yourself of his hold.

“Hey, whoa!” His grip only tightened. “We can walk ourselves!”

The guard forced you two forward, prompting you to walk so he could escort you off the grounds.

“What’s going on?”

You looked up and your writhing ceased. Instead, heat flushed your cheeks and you stood dazed. It didn’t take long before you recognized the owner of the voice because, naturally, you would have been able to recognize him from a mile away, but luckily you didn’t have to. He was right in front of you.

It was Eren, the lead singer and guitarist of the band you had been screaming your heart out to not even an hour ago. He was your favorite member, meaning you’d watched countless interviews and had several pictures of him saved on your phone, but nothing could have prepared you for what he looked like up close. His long brown hair looked like it was still damp with sweat, a sign of his showmanship on stage, and it framed his face in careless wisps and fell loosely past his shoulders. His torso was unclad, showing the dark inkings that adorned his biceps and stretched all the way up his shoulders until they met at the detailed design of wings in the middle of his chest. Dark ripped jeans sat loosely, just below his hips, and teased a peek at deep v-lines that ran underneath the top of his waistband.

You fought off the urge to drop to your knees and pray for how sinfully hot he looked.  

Trailing behind him were his bandmates, Armin and Jean, the band’s other guitarists, and Connie, the band’s drummer. You had never seen such an attractive circle of friends where you would have been satisfied taking any of them, and although you avowed to your friend that Connie was hers since she favored him, you absolutely would’ve allowed him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“Caught these two trying to sneak onto the tour bus.” The security guard thrusted you two ahead with an unsatisfied huff, and you shot him a glare.

Eren’s attention dropped from the security guard’s face and drifted over to your friend first before settling on you, eyes sweeping over your face and falling at half-mast. He arched an eyebrow then averted his gaze from your chest.

“It’s cool, let them go.”

“Are you sure?” The security guard’s grip on you loosened, and you pulled out of his hold the minute you felt him unhand you.

Eren shrugged. “Yeah. They can hang.” He quickly dismissed the security guard and casually sauntered past you before disappearing onto their bus.

You glanced over at your friend who looked like she was still in the process of trying to grasp the situation evolving in front of her.

“What kind of assholes turn away fans?” Jean teased, giving you a warm smile before he lifted his half-empty water bottle to his lips.

Connie switched his drum sticks to one hand and slipped them behind his back into his pocket.  “You guys are fans, right? You’re not trying to steal a couple of used water bottles to sell online are you?”

You took a lengthy pause and waited for your friend to answer, giving her an opportunity to converse with him, but she said nothing. She just rocked back and forth on her feet, staring at the ground timidly to avoid looking Connie in the eye.

“No,” you answered for her. “I mean yes, we’re fans. Big fans. No to trying to sell your DNA.”

Your response earned a chuckle from Armin and a hearty laugh from Connie while he nodded in approval. “Alright.” He tilted his head in the direction of the bus as though encouraging you two on.

You watched as the rest of the members filed inside, and then your friend seized your hand frantically.

“Holy shit. Y/N, holy shit!” She squealed, and you snorted at her sudden ability to talk once again. “You saw him right? You saw him.” It didn’t take much detail for you to gather that she was gushing about Connie.  

“Did you even see him? Your head was down the whole time, you didn’t say a single word to him.”

Your friend’s animated face slackened into a placid expression. “I didn’t trust myself. If I opened my mouth I would have asked him to put me in a headlock.” She exhaled. “Jesus Christ, those arms.” Your goading smile stretched into an amused grin, and you shook your head at your friend’s hysterical behavior.

The inside of the tour bus was much larger than you would have deduced from its seemingly modest exterior. Its floors were dark and polished wood that matched the ceiling, both surfaces lined with subdued yellow light. Aside from the sizable kitchen to your right, large leather couches sat on either side of the lounge area, and stretching to the bus’ rear were dimly lit bunk beds that were half-obscured by a dark curtain.

“Holy shit, this is a house on wheels,” your friend breathed, mouth agape.

“Well we’re on the road most of the time, so it might as well be,” Armin answered, throwing himself into one of the sofas with a labored sigh. He threw his head back in exhaustion and brought his arms up to rest against the top of the couch. “We never caught your names by the way.”

Both you and your friend introduced yourselves, forgoing a proper introduction from the band’s members. You evidently already knew who they were.

Armin smiled. “Nice to meet you guys.”

Jean shuffled through, handing you and your friend a water bottle, which you accepted with much appreciation. You hadn’t taken heed of how thirsty you’d been, and you hadn’t had anything to drink since the concert had started. Even while you swooned in the crowd between sweaty bodies, dehydration threatening to ruin your fun, you’d refused to pay $4 for a beverage.

“Make yourselves at home.” He threw another bottle to Armin.

“Oh no, we’re not planning on staying that long.” Your friend laughed, clutching onto her drink so tightly that the plastic squeaked in her grip.

You nudged her in the ribs with an assertive elbow and said her name quietly through clenched teeth, barely audible enough for the two of you to hear. She looked at you with uncertainty, and you gave her a forced grin.

“Don’t be rude. They said we should make ourselves at home.” You obliged to Jean’s invite, taking a seat in one of the leather cushions.

The situation you were in was a rare opportunity, the type of opportunity you’d only heard from other people, the type of opportunity you’d read fanfiction about in your early adolescence. If anyone told you that you’d be living such an opportunity, you weren’t sure if you’d really believe them, but had you declined to appease your friend’s irrational concern, you knew you’d regret it for years.

“Did you guys enjoy the show?” Connie leaned against the wall of the bus and wedged a rolled stick of paper between his pursed lips. He brought a hand-held lighter to the end of the stick, sparking it a few times with his thumb before a small flame engulfed the thin paper and thick smoke billowed from its tip. It only took a moment before the pungent, herbal stench of marijuana invaded the inside of the tour bus.

“Of course, you guys are amazing.” You nodded, perching yourself up in your seat and clapping your hands together excitedly. “We’ve been trying to see you guys in concert for a long time now.”

Eren fell into the seat beside you, and your body tensed up almost instantly. You’d managed to feign calmness from your first encounter because it had been easy to masquerade your nervousness from a distance, but now that he was even closer, surely he could have heard your heart palpitating against your ribcage. Its beating grew even quicker once Eren sat back and slid his arm behind you to lay it atop the backrest.

“Yeah?” His voice was languid. “What’s your favorite song?”

“That’s a hard question,” you chuckled, suddenly becoming very interested in the sleeves of your jacket. “I seriously don’t know if I can pick just one.” It hadn’t been a hard question at all, but you simply couldn’t think through the smell of his faded cologne and the feeling of his naked chest up against the side of your arm.

“That’s cool,” Eren smiled, but responded plainly. “You smoke?”

Your eyes drifted up to see Eren offering you a partially-burnt joint in between two fingers. He inhaled deeply from his hit and exhaled, a thick white cloud rolling past his lips.

You hadn’t smoked before, and you weren’t an avid consumer of weed. One edible at a party had you manic until your friends had to calm you down in a separate room and reassure you that you weren’t dying, but you still accepted it hesitantly. You brought it to your lips and took a deep draw before erupting into a fit of coughs.

“Easy,” Eren laughed, and his warm hand rubbed the nape of your neck soothingly. He took the joint from your hands and held it towards Armin.

Your chest and throat heaved with the searing sensation of a foreign substance, and your body racked with an incessant wheeze until it was sure it had expelled all of the stuff. Eren beside you thought it was the funniest thing.

“So you guys in college?” Connie asked, this time directing his question to your friend since you clearly couldn’t respond.

She nodded quickly, still avoiding making eye contact with him. He must have noticed and thought it was endearing because the corner of his mouth quirked upward into a knowing smirk.

“Sick,” Eren remarked. “I dropped out of college, but you guys should stay in school, seriously.”

“Don’t worry I have no plans to drop out and become a musician,” you rasped once your coughing subsided.

He paused for a moment and then looked at you. “What about a boyfriend?” His eyes drank you in from bottom to top until he met your clueless stare.

“Do I have a boyfriend?” You blinked, and then the tip of your ears went up in an uncomfortable heat that spread over the side of your face until your skin was aflame with realization. “No.”

“That’s good.” Eren studied you from behind heavy lids and he lingered on your lips, his own spreading into a suggestive grin. “So it’s cool if I do this?”

He leaned in and affixed his lips at the curve of where your jaw met your ear. His mouth was hot and the kiss was wet against your feverish skin. He planted another one lower, against the hollow dip where your neck curved, and then he bent the arm resting behind your head, using his hand to turn your face toward him so that when he tilted himself forward again, he could kiss you without interference. His lips were soft and slow as they commanded your mouth to follow his rhythm, and you withheld a desperate and excited whimper once Eren slipped a seductive tongue past your teeth.

He relaxed another hand on your leg, rubbing slow circles into the top of your thigh while edging closer and closer to the top of your waistband. Once his leisure fingers skimmed over your pants’ button, he skillfully undid the first hole before moving on to your zipper. You made a small sound of protest and pulled back in embarrassment.

“In front of your bandmates?” you questioned in a breathy whisper.

Eren shrugged, looking unfazed. “They don’t care. Nothing they haven’t seen before.”

Your heart twisted painfully in your chest. He was a goddamn celebrity for crying out loud, had you really thought you were the first girl he brought onto the bus to fuck? And he’d done it in front of his bandmates? You shifted uncomfortably, looking to Armin, Jean, and Connie who were now occupied with showing your friend pictures they’d been sent from professional photographers after past shows.  

“I don’t know,” you admitted timidly.

Eren rolled his head to the side, visibly bothered by your response. He glanced over to his bandmates and swept through his locks with a lazy hand. “Hey, why don’t you guys go show her the stage set before they pack up?”

Your friend looked away from the laptop they were gathered around and over her shoulder. “But—.”

Eren’s fingers trailed up and down the side of your neck, clearly eager to resume your previous matters. Were you really about to pass up this chance?

You gave your friend a reassuring thumbs up alongside Eren’s suggestion. “I’ll come find you later.”

It almost seemed like Eren sent his bandmates an unspoken cue, because Connie quickly chimed in before your friend had another turn to object. “Yeah. It’s okay, we’ll take care of you.” He wrapped a tattooed arm around your friend’s shoulder and gave her a friendly shake.

You could almost see the rise and fall of her chest cease, and you actually grew worried for her. It looked like she had nearly died and came back to life, but her stunned face melted into a flustered smile and she laughed sheepishly. “Okay.”

Connie nodded and gave Eren a two finger salute before escorting your friend off the bus with Jean and Armin following closely behind.

Once the door to the bus closed Eren shifted his attention back to you.

“There. Problem solved.” His green eyes had darkened and clouded over with desire again. “You feel better?”

“I guess,” you murmured.

You didn’t get a second chance to speak because Eren’s lips coupled to yours once more, and his hands continued against your zipper before he slipped his fingers into your underwear. He brought two fingers to your slit, skimming lightly over the delicate skin before sliding his middle finger between your folds to part them.

You released a sharp gasp against Eren’s mouth as you felt the cold metal of his rings against your cunt, but he made no efforts to pull away. The earthy taste of marijuana on his tongue caused your head to swim and you began to feel the drug’s intoxicant effects yourself. Your limbs grew heavier as you lay slack against Eren’s body while the sensation of his soft strokes against your tender clit had you whimpering against his lips.

He dipped his finger down to your body’s orifice, sliding it into your hole to glaze the digit with your arousal.

“God, you’re so tight.” Eren’s voice was deep as he pulled away from your mouth and both of you looked down to watch the way he worked you. “I want you around my cock.”

Your hips jerked involuntarily against his hand with the mention of his desire, and he brought his touch back up to your clit, using your essence as lubrication. The bus was quiet except for the symphony of Eren’s husky pants and your lewd whines as he slowly quickened the pace when he felt your body begin to tremble against his.

“Fuck, Eren—,” you mewled. You hadn’t even given thought to how unusual his name sounded coming out of your mouth. Eren, the singer and lead guitarist of your favorite band had his fingers inside of your pants, and here you were moaning his name. “Oh fuck—.”

Your orgasm intensified quickly after its onset, you hadn’t even realized you were climaxing until your body was convulsing and your fingers were digging into Eren’s biceps.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Eren—,” you cried.

“That’s it,” Eren cooed. “Atta girl.”

His fingers continued working against your clit until you wrapped a sweaty hand around his wrist, a silent plea for him to stop before he sent you into overstimulation.

He hummed in amusement and heeded your request before pulling his hands out of your underwear. Now he worked his hands against his own belt, unfastening the buckle before pushing his jeans down with his briefs in one swift and eager motion. His cock was half-hard and continued growing rigid after he took himself in his hand and began pumping his throbbing length.  

You watched in wonderment as his palm worked painfully slow against his thick shaft, and pearls of precum gathered at his tip before dribbling down his swollen head. Your own dirty fantasies where you’d tried to envision how big Eren was hardly did him justice.

You rose to your feet, kicking off your shoes with haste, and stepped out of your pants. You shrugged off your jacket as well, realizing how uncomfortably sticky your sweaty arms felt against the leather material.

“Come here,” Eren hummed, and released his cock. He held his hands out for you to take, and he pulled you onto his lap. He supported your waist until your knees were mounted on either side of his thighs, and you pulled your underwear to the side, allowing his pulsating tip to prod your entrance.

“You gonna show me how well you ride?” he asked, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

You nodded, resting your hands on his shoulders and undulating your wet folds against his cock. You released a desperate whimper every time he nudged your clit.

“Yeah? Show me.”

Eren watched as you slipped him in, and what started as a whine deepened into an obscene cry while you felt him stretch your walls out. You eased down until you sat at the base of his cock and he’d filled you to the hilt.

You dug your teeth into your lower lip, waiting to adjust to his girth before you slowly started moving up and down. Eren’s shallow breathing encouraged you while you lifted yourself up and then back down, each time releasing an agonizing sob.

“Good girl.” Eren’s large hands traveled up from your waist and rested on your chest. “Just like that.” He loosely cupped his hands over your clothed chest, adoring the way your quickening pace caused your breasts began to jounce underneath your shirt, but your ache to feel his touch everywhere along your skin became uncontrollable.

Your fingers curled around the hem of your top and you quickly slipped the material off, tossing it onto the couch beside you. You did the same with your bra, too impatient to fumble around with the pesky hooks.

Eren grinned lazily, before resting his palms against your breasts and giving them a small jiggle. He leaned forward, lolling his tongue out, and flicked its tip against the hardening bead of your nipple. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes and smiled at the way you murmured his name before rolling his thumb over the wet skin.

“So fucking hot,” Eren praised. He gave your other breast a brisk slap, watching it shake with the impact, and then he took you in his mouth. He sucked hungrily before taking your nipple between his teeth and tugged on it.

You continued bouncing on Eren’s cock before he released a guttural groan and threw his head back. “Fuck, don’t stop.” The tattoos along his sweaty chest expanded with each uneven breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

Eren’s hands traveled down to your ass, and black-painted nails dug into your skin while he directed you up and down. You rolled your hips against him until you felt his cock jerk inside you, and then he was filling you up.

Eren unloaded himself into you and your walls fluttered around his quivering length. His balls spasmed, making sure he’d jettisoned every drop of thick, white cum. He pulled his cock out before your knees gave way and you collapsed next to him. Your pussy clenched around nothing, still adjusting to Eren’s absence, and you felt his release leak out of your hole.

You heaved, eyes strung tightly, while you desperately tried to catch your breath. You had to have been dreaming. You kept your eyes closed, fearing that you’d wake, but they fluttered open instinctively when you felt Eren’s weight lift from beside you.

“Where are you going?” You watched as he tugged his pants up and fastened his buckle before shuffling around the bus looking for something. Jesus Christ, just how much stamina did this guy have?

“Your friend’s probably wondering what’s taking you so long,” Eren replied, disappearing behind the curtain leading to the bedroom in the back of the bus.

Your hand flew to your forehead and you sat up, feeling guilty that you had completely forgotten your friend. Knowing her, she was probably worrying herself sick wondering what Eren had possibly done to you. You started retrieving your clothes and getting dressed, but you paused momentarily, calling out to wherever Eren had been on the bus.

“I should give you my number.” You stuck a leg into your pants. “You know, just to keep in touch.” You stuck your other leg in and hopped around, pulling your pants up.

Eren reappeared from behind the curtain, tugging on a fitted black t-shirt. “Don’t worry about that.”

You popped your head out from under your shirt and reached for your jacket. You laughed lightly and gave him a confused look.

“Safety and shit. We can’t give our personal information out to just anyone.” He gave you a pitiful smile, but you could tell it was more for you than for him.

“Oh,” you responded quietly.

Eren seemed unconcerned with the guidelines he was given, as though he didn’t care much about whether he even remembered your name once they were on the road again.

“Don’t look so sad babe. You’re lucky.” He tilted his head toward you and raised his eyebrows. “Not everyone gets to fuck a rockstar.”

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9.03

thoughts ofc, better late than never right?

I’ve had technical difficulties all damn day but whatever, here we go

phyllis rolling up in her car as always

I love when Phyllis’ storylines involve kids tbh

In my head I think that she got pregnant on her fun weekend with the solider during wwii & she ended up giving the baby away. Idk why I just believe it. Imagine if CTM would do flashbacks? I’d want to see it

Aw these boys are cute

��Nurse Franklin, just the person I want to see” I LOVE TO HEAR IT

SHRIXIE FANS UNITE

“I do love surprises” Sister Mj is so pure

I need to know Sister Hilda’s past lol idk I feel like she’s got a good story maybe a past lover like sister J

Infected stitches yikes

Vi checking her file we love a professional lol

“Idear” whew the Scottish jumped out huh Shelagh!

Must be so hard to be Trixie, being the most stylish/baddest bitch in town is a burden she carries LMAO 💁🏼‍♀️

What a LOOK Trixie, swinging 60s baby ~ Austin Powers Chic😂

Sister Frances into fashion huh? I need more info on her too bc she became a nun at 17!! Like she skipped being a dancing queen and went straight to praying!

Sister Mj and Cyril watching sports 😂😭

Ah skip class Cyril lol I do it all the time (i used to anyway, but yes I am indeed the worst)

He brought flowers like a gentlemen lol

Now to the hospital Lucille

Oh no what’s wrong with the boys’ mother?

“Not near my car” oh we know Phyllis 😂 hey we’ve all hit a car as a kid with a ball outside right? or was that just me oops

Ok “Mrs Blair”, let me do you a favor and smack the racism out of you !

Poor Mrs Mohammed ugh it’s sad

Her husband left smh

“You are not dirty, you are unwell. There’s no shame in that” !!!

Trixie’s hair! The white hoops!! I need! the paisley is so obnoxious but she rocks it anyway

“Darn and Dazzle” new blog name😂

Shelagh’s High neck is cute! But not the chartreuse color

Aww Lucille looks beautiful! Hope in that bike side car baby lol

No way it’s just a uti

A Caribbean cafe! We love to see it

“I’m very proud of you” Cyril so supportive

Aww he wants to be a preacher, there’s your future husband right there Lucille

Ok but this was such a tease I wanted real conversation between Trixie and Shelagh lmaoo

“I don’t know what boys do to socks” OK BUT ACTUALLY!  LMAO guys always have ripped socks but why and how??

Phyllis is such a real one, what a good nurse

I hope she is treated by the end of this episode

Sighing when you sit down is a mood, my bones are 60 years old

“I am not a cleaner!” GO OFF LUCILLE.. OR SMACK HER TBH

Give Trixie a better medical plot or any plot this season really, I am begging you

Tell him what it is Phyllis !

“Ow” “ow” LMAO Val is always relatable

How are they all off on the same day multiple days in a week or whatever lol ???

Ah yes a Peter Pan collar ofc

Violet is rocking that green outfit tbh! but why does Shelagh still have to wear that ugly floral dress from a few season ago??

You left your ill wife and young kids alone in a foreign country but you’re ashamed that she was ILL? I have to laugh, the AUDACITY OF MEN!!

I need Phyllis to tell me I’m a brave lass

Lmaoo I also have to laugh bc I don’t have sympathy for Mrs Blair but im sure she’ll be redeemed anyway bc it’s CTM🤷🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

She said inches? That’s not the metric system. Thanks to the writer for appeasing to my simple American brain lmaoo

But ouch that’s gotta be painful

“you come please?” Phyllis is really a ride or die. We have to stan Ms Crane

Now they’ll get stuck in the elevator, Lucille will deliver the baby and they’ll make peace of course. watch. lmaoo let me get a pen and join the crew

Idk I’m not feeling this story, it’s like they wanted to say they were writing about racism while barely touching on it - and I’m sure it’ll be a fluffy ending. The whole episode also seems like we’ve seen it already at least seen similar stories before🤦🏼‍♀️

Phyllis also fixing something for the kids to eat? Again, we stan

“Well done Phyllis” give me more Trixie and Phyllis content

“Wait till you see my haute couture” gotta love Trix😂

The page boy hat works for Val tho💁🏼‍♀️

Sister Mj has a little crush on Cyril, change my mind

Lucille to the rescue to deliver a baby in a wheelchair in an elevator ! lmaoo I knew it

She wants to give her fabric for a sari ugh Phyllis you’re a gem

“I was just lashing out” lol o.k sure Connie

Lucille made the paper! We love to see it haha

Wise words indeed

“I feel at home here” aww Lucille 🥺

Tell him straight Turner

Lucilles dress is lovely! And Cyril being a proud boyfriend saving copies is so sweet. Im here for them 

Angela and May matching aww! Even with Shelagh (but why is she still in 50s silhouettes?)

Val serving a brady bunch look haha, very cute

“No show would be complete without Ms Trixie Franklin” damn right Vi!

The graphic liner is everything! and she’s rocking this super 60s-almost-70s look (the lip is a little too nude but that’s me being annoying) 😂

IMAGINE BEING SO GORGEOUS THAT SHOWING YOUR BARE LEGS IS A SCANDAL AND MAKING PEOPLE UNCOMFORTABLE? Iconic! 

even sister J is like uh oh!

 Like what next sister? Risqué SHOULDERS maybe 😂

“That’s a hat to you Fred buckle” LMAO I love the buckles

All of the looks tho! Love it

Amen Cyril

“Nothing is ever beyond repair. We break, we bleed, and we begin again. Trust can be mended, love can be restored...” Vanessa always ends these episodes with such great dialogue