#what a shitty thing to do srsly...

[daeum]

work is really gonna make me commute 4 hours round trip with a minimum of 3 transfers each way just so they can "see me working" lmao oK....

i've never missed a deadline and always gotten everything done on time, if not, earlier than needed??? yet they're excuse is "yeah but building 'relationships' is important too" pls................. this is so counterproductive and a waste of my time 🙄

what makes it even more infuriating is that all of this happened bc i asked for a raise from an initial lowball rate. what a great way to "build relationships" lol

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the best | c.s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader x fem!bestfriend

summary: you and your best friend surprise chris with the ride of his life

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT; srsly this is pure filth; threesome; established friendships; unprotected p in v; oral (f and m receiving); switch!chris; fingering; face riding; cream pie; squirting; dirty talk; scissoring; 18+

notes: happy pride divas ;)

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You’re perched on the edge of Chris’s bed, ankles neatly crossed, nerves crackling just beneath your skin like static. Beside you, Gracie shifts slightly — her knee brushing yours again and again, a steady rhythm you’re both pretending not to notice. There’s a shine to her lip gloss that catches the light deliberately, her eyeliner smoked out enough to make her eyes rich with seduction. Nothing about her looks casual, and neither do you. Your appearance is too curated, too purposefully sexy. You look like someone who knows what she wants.

The room smells like him — like cedar soap and boyish laundry and a hint of Dior Sauvge that you tease him for using — and that alone is enough to make your stomach flutter. You glance at the time again. Any minute now, he would be getting home from his meeting. He has no idea you’re here, and that’s the best part.

Gracie nudges you with her shoulder, seeming to be feeling the same anticipation as you, “You think he’s gonna freak?”

You grin, “Absolutely.”

The two of you dissolve into quiet giggles, muffled by the hush of shared anticipation. You’ve done a lot of crazy shit with Gracie over the last year of your friendship, but never this. This feels different. Charged. The kind of thing you could never take back, even if you tried. You, Gracie and Chris met exactly a year ago tonight — at a party with warm beer, fairy lights strung through a stranger’s backyard, and a shitty playlist you’ll never forget. Gracie had been shy and nervous and overly-drunk by nine o’clock. Chris had been obnoxious and charming and a little too good at flip cup.

And somehow, ever since that night, he’s belonged to both of you. A year of late-night drives and hungover brunches and watching shitty movies sprawled across his sectional. A year of teasing jokes and inside looks and arguments over superficial things. And now, tonight, this.

Above you, the sound of the front door opening. Muffled laughter — voices overlapping. You hear Chris long before you see him, threatening Nick and Matt if they eat all of his leftovers. One of his brothers says something back. You can’t make it out — just the cadence of familiarity, the rhythm of voices you had heard nearly every day for the past year. And then, footsteps on the stairs. Heavy, unmistakably his.

You and Gracie exchanged a glance. Both of you straighten at once, slipping into place like pieces of a prank too well-planned. Sitting side by side at the edge of his bed, facing the door. Silent. Smiling. The doorknob turned. There was a click. The door swings open, and Chris stops cold in the doorway.

His eyebrows shoot up. He’s still wearing his jacket, backpack slung halfway off one shoulder. His eyes scan you, then Gracie, then back to you. “What the fuck,” He says, grinning but visibly freaked, “What are you two doing?”

Gracie tilts her head, slow and sly but wasting little time, “Check your washroom.”

He looks between the two of you, immediately growing suspicious, “What?”

“Just do it,” You say, trying to keep the tremor of excitement from your voice.

Still confused — albeit more curious now than nervous — he disappears into the en suite. The light switched on, then there was a pause. After a pause, his voice comes from inside, “What the fuck…” Low. Distant. You can picture it exactly — the way he stands there, reading the post-it note you stuck to the mirror first in confusion, and then in understanding.

Remember that joke you made last weekend? We do.

It was a joke he had made, six beers in, about how he figured the three of you would have hooked up by now. You remember how his voice dipped when he said it, half-laughing, half-not. How Gracie had raised an eyebrow, subtly intrigued. How your heart stuttered in your chest and you played it off with a sip of your drink. It had been a joke. But you remembered. Gracie remembered. And by the tone of his voice, clearly so did he.

He steps out of the washroom slowly, like he’s not sure what world he just walked into. His jaw is slack — and now, now he sees you both again. Except you’re not sitting up at the foot of his bed anymore. You’ve reclined against the pillows, limbs tangled lazily with Gracie’s. Your shirt is gone, tossed to the floor like an afterthought. Gracie’s is too. The glow from his lamp hits the swell of her barely covered tits just right. Your skin buzzes at the sight, at the feeling of his eyes on you both.

And for a moment, he just stares. Like he’s forgotten how to speak. You watch as the understanding moves through him like a storm cloud, shifting the air in the room. He swallows. “Are you guys serious?” Gracie shrugs, casual. “You started it.” He opens his mouth, then closes it as he steps closer. “I — okay. What is this?”

You look at him. At the pink creeping up his neck. At the way he’s suddenly cautious, like he might be dreaming this and afraid to say the wrong thing. “It’s our Friendiversary,” You reply simply, eyes not leaving his. From beside you, Gracie hums in agreement, the sound smooth like butter to your ears, “A year,” She echoes, her voice low, “Since we met at that party.”

He looks at you both like you’ve rearranged the laws of his universe. He’s not touching you yet, not even moving closer. But you can see it all happening in his head — the calculation, the confusion, the temptation. “Is this…for real?” He asks, voice dry like gravel.

“Only if you want it to be,” You murmur, bringing a finger to Gracie’s stomach and drawing slow circles against her smooth skin. She sucks in a sharp breath, exhaling slowly in a way that makes your own stomach flip. Silence stretches; heavy, breathless. Then Chris finally drops his backpack to the floor.

He steps forward. Toward you. Toward Gracie. His voice comes softer now, a little stunned. “You two are fucking insane.” You giggle, heart thumping, “Took you this long to figure that out?”

He laughs once — a sharp, disbelieving sound — and climbs slowly onto the bed; the mattress sinking beneath his weight. He moves like someone caught between instinct and nerve, and when his knees hit the bed, he lingers there for a moment — hands planted on either side of your legs, eyes scanning your face, then Gracie’s, as if trying to memorize something. You can tell he doesn’t know where to look, doesn’t know where to touch.

“Tell me if this is a joke,” He murmurs with a nervous laugh, “I need to know no one’s gonna jump out of my closet with a camera.” You laugh in response, grabbing his forearm and gently tugging him forward, “No joke,” You kept your voice steady, though your throat feels tight from the effort, “No cameras.” Chris glances towards Gracie as though for reassurance, who raises her brows at him and gently tugs at the hem of his jacket. “You gonna take this off and join us or keep hovering like a perv?”

The corner of his mouth lifts, crooked and still slightly uncertain. “Still not convinced I didn’t die in the car on the way home.” You chuckle, “You didn’t,” You whisper, and lift a hand to his chest. His breath hitches the moment your fingers make contact with the fabric of his t-shirt, just above where his heartbeat is. Fast, heavy. Matching yours. “I can feel you. Right here.”

He swallows again, Adam’s apple bobbing, and shifts his weight to pull of his jacket. It slides from his arms and puddles next to the bed like it doesn’t matter anymore. Gracie reaches up next, brushing her fingertips just barely against the waistband of his jeans. Not tugging — not yet — just feeling him, drawing him in. He settles onto the bed, on his knees, before you both.

Silence fills the room, the three of you watching one another, deciding what the first move should be, and who should make it. But there was a slow-burning desire within you, one so powerful you could barely wait another second, one that only grew stronger when your eyes fell onto Gracie beside you; her eyes already filled with that hazy film of arousal. The strap of her bra slides down her shoulder, and you dropped your mouth to the soft, buttery skin there.

Gracie gasps softly as you begin to kiss her shoulder, hand tangling in your hair to pull your lips up to her own. Her mouth moves against yours with a growing sense of urgency. She tastes like candy and something richer, something human, and her hand in your hair tugs tighter, pulling you closer to her as you undid her bra.

You feel Chris watching you both with rapt attention, certain his eyes had grown dark with desire as your hands slide along Gracie’s body. He shifts on the bed, and gently places a hand on your hip. His touch is immediately electrifying, each brush of his fingers sending shivers through your body. Gracie’s hand finds your tits, popping them free from your thin bra; running her thumb against your pebbled nipple.

Hands are everywhere, traveling haphazardly across your skin. Chris’s touch grows more sure, almost urgent, as it moves from your hip up your spine, stopping only once he reaches the back of your neck. His fingers dig hungrily into your skin there before using the grasp to pull your mouth from Gracie’s and onto his own.

Not a hurried kiss. Not frenzied or fuelled by the rush of surprise. It was slow, intentional. His tongue slips between your lips, the strong muscle torturing you with greedy flicks. His hand curls behind your neck, pulling you in deeper, and your hand fists in the fabric of his shirt. You moan softly into his mouth, body aching for more.

When he finally pulls back, it’s only because Gracie’s hand is now on his cheek, coaxing him toward her. You watch — spellbound — as he turns, eyes heavy-lidded, and kisses her too. Slow. Messy. Your stomach flips. Watching their swollen lips mesh together is like watching light refract. Something unnameable rises in your chest. You lie back against the pillows, breath caught in your throat, and trail your hand to your own breast, squeezing, grounding yourself. Your thighs press together instinctively, trying to relieve the throb of heat building between them.

Chris breaks from Gracie, blown out pupils glancing at you — checking in. You nod, silently telling him to keep going. Please. His hand finds yours and he guides it across Gracies stomach, over the curve of her hip, between her thighs where her grey shorts were already soaked through with arousal. Gracie gasps, the sound caught between surprise and need. Her pink nipple brushes your lips, and you kiss it reverently before pressing slow circles through the fabric of her shorts.

Chris’s mouth finds Gracie’s again, swallows her pretty gasp at the contact. Your eyes travel between dancing tongues, your trembling fingers, and Chris’s bulge in his pants. You then feel his hand move again, this time slipping up your skirt and between your own thighs. His thumb finds your clit through the thin lace of your underwear. You cry out, and the world narrows.

His touch is gentle, firm, precise. His breath against Gracie’s lips grows ragged, in sync with your own. Your thighs instinctively tighten around his hand, though his thumb stays steady — circling slow and sure through the damp fabric of your thong. You feel your hips start to move on their own, small, eager pulses toward his touch.

Your fingers play with Gracie in sync with Chris’s rhythm now, and she moans into his mouth — a sound so soft and aching that it ripples straight through you. Hungry for more, your fingers push beneath the waistband of her shorts, the fabric stretching just enough to grant you access. She’s warm, soaked — slick against your fingers — and when you brush your index finger along the seam of her, her whole body shutters.

Chris pulls back from her just enough to watch. His mouth glistens, his chest heaves. His right hand stays at your core, thumb still circling tauntingly, but he uses his free hand to pull Gracie’s shorts to the side so that he can see the way your fingers slip through her weeping folds, see how Gracie reacts to you — how her breath catches, how her core pulses around nothing.

“Fuck,” He groans, almost like a prayer.

You glance at him — cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, jaw tight with restraint. Something about how undone he looks without yet being touched makes heat roll low in your stomach. He wants this, both of you, and yet he still holds back. Watching for cues, for confirmation. You reach for his face and gently guide him toward Gracie’s chest, where your mouth had just been.

“Here,” You whisper, and he obeys with closed eyes and without a word.

His lips close around her nipple, tongue meeting skin first, and Gracie gasps — head falling back, hand fisting in the sheets. Your hand is still between her legs, fingers curling and teasing her with careful pressure. You feel her growing wetter with each passing second, hear the filthy squelching as you slip two fingers into her — biting your lower lips as she rocks her hips into your hand like she can’t help it.

Chris groans against her skin. The sound vibrates through her; through you. Your eyes flutter shut, hips rolling in wild rhythm with his touch. You’re both giving and receiving at once — dizzy with sensation; every cell inside of you alive. Then Gracie shifts, one hand gripping your thigh, the other reaching for Chris. Her touch is impatient, seeking. Wordlessly, she tugs at the waistband of his jeans. He removes his mouth from her tit with a satisfying pop and straightens up instinctively, breathless, and she works the button free, then the zipper — then her small hand is inside.

The sound Chris makes isn’t loud — it’s raw. His head drops down to Gracie’s shoulder, his whole body tensing as she strokes him through his boxers. He bites down gently at the curve of her neck, and she moans; eyes flying to yours. “He’s so big, Y/n,” She murmurs, her voice a breath against his skin. You whine at her words, still working her with your fingers, curling them inside of her slowly. Her muscles flutter around you and her eyes slip closed.

Chris lifts his head, blinking like he’s surfacing from underwater. His hand slides beneath the waistband of your underwear without hesitation now, expert fingers parting your folds, exploring briefly before finding the sensitive bundle of nerves he had only been teasing. His touch deepens, becomes more deliberate, and your entire body arches off the bed — a choked sound escaping your throat.

Gracie leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Let him make you cum baby,” She murmurs, her voice electric and pitched in desire, “Want to see you fall apart.” And you almost do, right there, just from her words. Chris leans into you, his mouth finding your neck, pressing kisses down your throat, across your collarbone, all while his fingers never stop. He murmurs something against your skin — maybe your name — but you’re too incoherent to register it.

Your free hand is still on Gracie’s thigh. You slide it higher, spread her legs further apart, keep your fingers moving inside of her in time with the slow thrust of your hips against Chris’s palm. You’re shaking. All three of you are trembling with it now — sensation, anticipation, something heavier that hums beneath it.

You feel Gracie begin to tense. Her thighs flex, pussy clenches around your fingers, her hand still stroking Chris beneath his boxers. Her breath is stuttering, her jaw slack. “Oh my God,” She gasps, and the way she says it — like she’s surrendering — pushes you closer too. Chris watches you both, eyes wide, jaw clenched, like he himself is trying not to cum just from the sight alone.

“Please,” You whisper, not even sure who you’re talking to. Chris kisses you, open-mouthed, desperate, all tongue and teeth and hunger. And with his other hand, reaches for Gracie again. He tugs her forward so that she’s half-draped across your chest, and he kisses her too while your fingers keep working her toward the edge.

The three of you are tangled now — limbs and mouths and heat — and there’s no telling where one body ends and another begins. And in that suspended moment, just before the elastic band in your stomach snaps, you open your eyes and see Gracie’s lips on Chris’s neck. Her eyes squeezed shut, her body twitching around your soaked fingers, and everything hits at once.

You reach your orgasm with a gasp, muffled against Chris’s flexing shoulder. Your body trembles as his fingers coax the spray of your juices from your core. His eyes drop between your legs, watching as you soak your thong and the sheets beneath you. Gracie follows seconds later — clutching you both, mouth open in a silent cry, her whole body tensing around your hand.

Chris is panting, hard and aching in his jeans. He removes his fingers from your core, slipping his middle finger into his mouth to get a taste of you before bringing his pointer finger to Gracie’s puffy lips. She looks up at him through fluttering lashes, opens her mouth and swirls her tongue around his digit — moaning delicately as she laps up your juices.

Eventually, Gracie manages to lift her head and gather herself. She looks back up at him, eyes glazed. “Okay,” She says hoarsely, “Now we wanna play with you.” You smile up at him, chest still heaving as you take in his lustful expression, “Lie back.”

Chris hesitates for half a breath — as if committing this version of you both to memory before surrendering to it — then finally obeys, settling back against the pillows in the middle of the bed. His chest rises and falls in rapid rhythm, hands momentarily suspended at his sides; unsure where things were about to go. You crawl forward first, slow and steady, palms dragging up the soft fabric of his shirt as you go. His eyes track your every move. He’s flushed to the neck, hair mussed from your fingers, lips still red from kissing you both.

“You’re so quiet now,” Gracie teases, slipping off her damp shorts and tucking herself next to him. Her hand ghosts over his abdomen, then lower — not claiming him just yet, but letting him feel her taunting proximity. “Still think you’re in a coma or somethin’?” He lets out a ragged laugh, shaky and low. “If I am, I never wanna wake up.”

You smile, your hand landing over his heart. It pounds hard against your palm and you lean in, pressing a kiss to the side of his throat where his pulse flutters like a live wire. “Don’t worry,” You whispered against his skin, tugging off your skirt and panties in one fluid motion “We’re gonna make you feel good.” Gracie’s fingers trail teasingly over the unbuttoned waistband of his jeans, just enough to make him twitch. “So, so good Chris,” She adds, voice smooth as silk.

Chris groans softly, eyes fluttering shut. His fists twist in the sheets, trying not to buck into the touch, trying to hold still under the attention of two pairs of hands. But you can feel him trembling — the way his restraint is fraying under the warmth of your breath, your mouths, your fingers. You and Gracie exchange a glance — wordless but charged. You both know he’s right there, right at the edge of something. And you both have a plan to bring him to that place slowly, together. Gracie bends down and kisses the centre of his chest. You dip lower, pressing kisses along his hips. Your fingers tug at his waistband while hers slide beneath his shirt, mapping out the warmth of his skin, the ridges of his stomach, before pulling it over his head.

When you finally free him from his jeans, he’s straining hard against the fabric of his boxers, the outline of him unmistakable. You pause, just for a second, to admire the shape — the way you can see his veins bulge through the thin material. You lean in, brushing your lips just barely against his pelvis, and he exhales sharply; hips jerking in spite of himself. Gracie follows you down, tongue running against the elastic of his boxers before easing them down slowly. He lets out a strangled sound, head falling back, one arm slung over his eyes as if even the light might be too much. But he lifts it again when he feels two pairs of swollen lips wrapping around either side of his base, wonderment and desire visible in the way he looks down at you.

He’s solid against your tongue, warm. You memorize the ridges of his length, hum when your tongue connects with Gracie’s on the other side of him. You have a brief moment of selfishness, a raw desire to take all of him in your mouth; keep all eight inches for yourself. But that wasn’t the plan. You and Gracie have something much better in mind for him. For all three of you. As if on cue, Gracie’s gaze meets yours and you recognize the glimmer of excitement within them. And as though you are two parts of the same woman, you lift yourself up and each place a leg on one another’s hip; straddling Chris’s lap and cocooning his swollen cock between both of your drooling folds.

His breath punches from his lungs — hard, like the air has been sucked straight out of him. His hands instinctively rise to grip both your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh; trying to ground himself in the heat, the slick, the impossible pleasure of being cradled between the two of you.

Your thighs tremble as your folds press against his length, sliding slowly against Gracie’s. The friction is unbearable in its softness — a velvet heat that leaves you dizzy. Gracie moans low in her throat, forehead glistening as you roll together, slowly, deliberately, letting his throbbing cock ride the space between you. His hand twitches on your waist. You can feel the tension radiating off him — every breath a struggle to hold on.

The room is practically quiet except for the wet, obscene sound of your bodies moving in tandem, and your mutual ragged breathing. Chris’s eyes are wide, reverent, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. You’re both on either side of him, naked skin flushed and glistening, lips parted, pupils blown wide. He looks like he wants to speak — as though he needs to know if this is real — but the words die on his tongue the moment you shift your hips and grind against him just right.

“F-fuck,” He stammers, voice hoarse, almost broken. His eyes flutter shut, head tilting back into the pillows. “I’m gonna—” But he stops himself, groans instead, and tightens his grip against your skin like he’s barely hanging on. Gracie shifts slightly, presses a kiss to your shoulder; sweat-slick and trembling. “Not yet,” She whispers, breathless, and you echo her in a nearly-inaudible chorus, “Not yet.”

You both slow again, each roll of your hips now almost torturous. The ridge of his cock catches just beneath your clits with every pass, and your thighs clench, your breath hitching on every grind. You’re soaked — both of you — his entire length painted with your arousal, each slide through your slick warmth drawing a fresh moan from somewhere deep in his chest.

When your heavy-lidded eyes meet with Gracie’s again, something in you both shifts. Another unspoken cue. She reaches between you, fingers brushing against your reactive heat as she wraps her hand around his base, guiding him towards your opening with a certainty that makes your breath stutter. Your body aches — not just with lust, but with the weight of this moment, the sheer addiction found in being shared like this.

Chris opens his eyes just as he feels the warmth of your centre kissing his tip, blinking up at you like you have both eclipsed the entire sky. “Fuck, please,” He begs, voice gravelly with lust, “Need to f-feel you.” Gracie keeps her grip on his base firm, uses it to slide his satin-smooth tip against your dripping core. “That what you want, Y/n?” She asks, her voice as warm and seductive as honey. You answer by reaching for him. By tilting your hips. By guiding her hand — and his cock — to where you’re dripping and desperate.

He sinks into you slowly — one single, devastating inch at a time — and your body arches to meet him, mouth parting in a breathless gasp that never quite makes it into sound. He’s thick and impossibly warm, stretching you open in ways you never thought possible. You grip his wrist, the one still anchored at your waist, and press your forehead to Gracie’s. Her breath catches too, caught in the quiet storm building between your bodies. Her hand is still wrapped around his base, fingers brushing against you both, sticky with shared arousal. She moans in satisfaction, as though she can feel him through you, and leans in to kiss the hinge of your jaw, slow and adoring.

Chris lets out a low, wounded sound — a kind of awe-struck moan — as he finally bottoms out inside of you. His hand stills on your hip, trembling slightly, like he’s trying to memorize the way your body takes him in so greedily; like it’s where he was always meant to be. You can feel the throb of him, the pulsing ache of your own pleasure wrapped tightly around his length. The fullness is almost too much.

You roll your hips once, just to watch his eyes shudder closed, jaw clenching. “Jesus, Y/n,” He whispers, as if speaking your name too loudly might undo him. Gracie’s free hand strokes up your spine, soothing and grounding, “You’re taking him so well, baby. Look so pretty filled up like that.” Her filthy words brush the shell of your ear, and all you do is nod. You don’t trust yourself to speak. Instead, you lean forward to kiss her — soft, deep. Her mouth opens against yours, familiar yet endlessly new, and you begin to move — shallow at first, experimental — and the three of you groan in unison.

The rhythm builds naturally, without words, as though your bodies had rehearsed this in dreams. You ride him slowly, matching your bounces perfectly to the way Gracie’s hand strokes the base of his cock. Her free hand trails along your chest, your thighs, her tongue sliding across your bottom lip as your hips began to move more insistently.

Chris is gasping now, wrecked and intoxicating beneath you. “You feel — God — you feel insane,” He pants, brows pulled together, one hand drifting from Gracie’s thigh up to her centre. You watch the way she lets him touch her, her plump lip caught between her teeth, her pupils blown wide. Then her voice, sweet and dark and bordering on breathless, “Think you can let me taste, pretty girl?”

Your answer is immediate. “Yes.”

And then she’s shifting beside Chris, sliding closer, her breasts plush against his leg as she arches her back and brings her mouth between your legs — not to replace him, but to make you feel it all. The way you stretch around him. The way your swollen clit pulses with every slow thrust. She kisses your bundle of nerves before savagely flicking her tongue against it, and it’s almost too much. You body clenches around him, tight, needy, barely able to keep from spiralling all the way over.

Chris moans beneath you, his fingers once again finding Gracie’s core and sinking two fingers into it — pumping them in and out of her fervently, “I’m not gonna last — not if you — Jesus, Gracie, y-your tongue —” You can feel Gracie smile against your folds, gliding her tongue in long strokes to make both your and Chris’s heads spin. And your body burns with it — every muscle wound tight, every inch of skin alive with hands, mouths, heat. You’re drowning in sensation. All of you are. Yet none of you want to come up for air.

You’re shaking. You’re melting. You’re nothing but raw nerve endings. Gracie’s mouth is heaven and fire, her tongue both gentle and merciless, circling your clit in time with every bounce along Chris’s length. Your body bucks once, instinctive, hips jerking forward — but Chris catches you, free hand tight at your waist. His voice breaks beneath you, gritty and indulgent, “Fuck, Y/n.”

You clench again at the desperation in his tone, the way his hips stutter as he fights the brink of collapse. Gracie moans into you, the vibration of it sending a lightning bolt through your spine. Her fingers dig into your thighs, parting you further, deeper, her mouth insatiable. It’s addiction and ruin all at once. You cry out, the sound ripped from your chest raw and helpless.

“Cum for us,” Chris groans, voice thick and ragged, “Please, baby — wanna feel—God!” And that’s what breaks you. The pleasure crests, then crashes — a white-hot bloom of sensation that overtakes your whole body, radiating outward from where Gracie’s tongue and Chris’s cock are fucking you relentlessly. Your body trembles, weakened by the waves of pleasure. Your cunt still pulses around him when he grabs your hips, lifting you off of him with a pop and guiding you up to his face. Just before wrapping his mouth around your overstimulated clit, he practically groans out with urgency: “Get on me, Gracie.”

He wraps one arm around your waist, steadying you as he guides your dripping core onto his mouth. The instant heat of him — warm, wet, insistent — presses against your spent clit. His tongue begins a fierce, deliberate dance to finish pushing you through your orgasm. Each flick and swirl is relentless, sucking on your overstimulated nerves until your moans practically turns to screams and your body convulses.

Your fingers dig into the headboard behind Chris as he releases a breathy moan against your clit, his muscles tightening beneath you. Behind you, you feel Gracie settle onto his length. Feel her tits pressing against your back, her hips aligning with his in a hungry rhythm. The heat of her skin against his is driving him wild, grounding the lust in his body even as his mouth devours you.

You let your head drop back and watch her glimmering body writhe behind you. Her movements are steady, insistent — slow at first, then growing more urgent; riding him with a growing desperation that matches the fire burning through your veins. You can almost feel every inch of him as she meets him, almost feel the pressure building in her stomach like it’s your own.

The room is charged — thick with the sound of ragged breathing, the slick glide of skin on skin. The intimate, hungry chorus of moans. Your senses reel from the intensity, the exquisite ache of being so completely claimed and desired. Another orgasm threatens to overtake you, powerful and intimidating.

Chris’s arm tightens around your waist, pulling you down harder, deepening his mouth’s worship. His free fingers snake between Gracie’s thighs, rubbing in time with her hips; driving her closer to the edge. His voice breaks through the haze, rough and needy. “Give me another. Both of you.”

Your body arches instinctively, melting into his mouth as the pleasure of your third orgasm surges through you in a cascade of burning heat. Your legs shake on either side of his head, your core pulses and gushes against his chin, and you can’t hold back the guttural sounds escaping your throat — moans and gasps tangled with the overwhelming release flooding every fibre of your being.

Meanwhile, Gracie rides Chris with reckless abandon, her hips rolling and pressing with a steady insistence that mirrors the frantic devotion of his tongue. You hear her breath hitch, catch the whiny gasps she releases. Your senses reel from the intensity, the exquisite ache forming between your legs.

You turn your head just in time to watch Gracie begin to come apart. Her lips part with a stuttering gasp, a tremble rushing through her clenched thighs. Her eyes flutter shut, then snap open again — as if she didn’t want to miss a second. One hand slides to her own breast, fingers pinching her flushed nipple, and she chokes out profanities like a broken prayer. Chris groans against your core, snaps his hips up to meet hers, and her whole body jerks like a live wire. She throws her head back with a strangled cry, pleasure ripping through her like a wave.

Her hips stutter, rhythm faltering as Chris’s groans become more insistent. “Fuck—gonna cum.” He gasps, the words torn from him as he breaks contact with your spent body just long enough to cry out, chest nearly arching off the bed. His release hits him like a wave he has been fighting for too long. His whole body locks up beneath you both, abs clenching, jaw tight, and a guttural, involuntary moan burst from deep in his throat. You feel it beneath you — the way his chest shudders, the way his fingers tremble, the way he releases a string of gasps like he’s been holding his breath since the moment this started.

Gracie lets out another soft moan, eyes wide with awe as his cock pulses inside of her. You watch, gloriously, as she slowly lifts herself off of his length and lets his cum drip from her swollen folds in thick, hot ropes. You reach towards her, unable to resist, and run your finger against her slit before bringing it to your mouth for a taste. You hum at the sweetness of both their releases coating your tastebuds, satisfaction flooding your exhausted body.

Chris’s body collapses back onto the bed, arms falling limp at his sides, his expression dazed and open. He looks between the two of you, spent and glowing, and then lets out a shaky, breathless laugh. “You’re both gonna kill me,” He murmurs, eyes slipping closed for a moment as if to collect himself, “What a fucking way to go that would be.”

You chuckle, flopping down beside Chris, limbs loose and heavy, skin still tingling from the intensity. Gracie lets out a dramatic groan as she collapses in the opposite direction, flinging an arm across Chris’s legs like she’s just finished running a marathon. His breath is still uneven between both of you, chest rising and falling. “Be honest,” You begin, turning your head to grin up at him, “Was this the best Friendiversary gift ever?”

Chris glances between you two, like he still can’t believe you’re both really here, sprawled beside him, naked and glowing with shared satisfaction. Then he lets out another quiet laugh — softer this time, touched with something like gratitude. “Yeah,” He says, eyes drifting closed, “Yeah, this was the best Friendiversary gift ever.” There’s a pause. Then Gracie sighs dramatically. “Guess we’re gonna have to figure out a way to top it next year.”

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ps: i tried writing in present tense instead of past tense to test if it reads better so pls let me know which u prefer!! love u guys <3

[cheolhub]

WHAT YOU NEED — JEON WONWOO ࿐

summary. wonwoo knows how shy you get telling him what you want, but he’ll get you to use your words one way or another.

wc. 2.5k

warnings. mean-ish soft dom!wonwoo, sub! reader, corruption kink + slight humiliation kink! lots of teasing from wonwoo, lots of begging from reader, pet names [love, baby, sweet girl], dirty talk [😵‍💫], possessiveness (reader is so into it), heavy praise, unprotected sex, creampie — MINORS DNI 18+

note. it’s been months… hellooo… i forgot how to write so forgive me for the shitty plot lol. this is me attempting to get back into the writing world 🤓 hopefully ONE of u enjoys this <3 p.s. i’m srsly in my wonu era

“remember what i said, love,” wonwoo murmured, soft lips pressed against the shell of your ear. “if you want something, you gotta use your words.”

you hated this– everything about this– the teasing, the deep timbre of his voice that shoots heat straight to your core, him in general. he’s well aware of the fact that you can’t stand it at this moment, but that doesn’t put an end to his teasing. 

your back arches off his chest as you feel the ghost of his fingers over your painfully wet cunt, covered in a pair of cotton panties. “wonwoo…” you whine, eyes brimming with tears of frustration. “please…”

he merely chuckles, pressing a kiss to the skin under your ear. “please what?”

when you and wonwoo started dating, you were so shy. so shy and so, so sweet. you’d never been with anyone before him, and of course he felt bad that he was the one to rob you of your innocence, but he was filled with a sense of pride (and urgency) when he’d found out he was the one to corrupt you and ruin you for everyone else. 

and he was gentle. yes, jeon wonwoo was so, very gentle, handling you like a pretty doll while coaxing orgasms out of you left and right with his hands and mouth till your body was slack and you were nothing but a puddle of tears. he got you ready for his cock and you took it well. then you took it again. and again. and again, till you and him both knew you were his and he was yours. 

it got to the point where you’d crave him at the most inconvenient times. while you were running errands, at work, at dinner with your friends– it was almost insufferable. 

but he always took care of you. all you had to do was ask and he’d be there at your beck and call with whatever you wanted, whether it was with his mouth, fingers or cock. 

he always makes you ask because wonwoo’s taken a certain… liking… to making  you say the filthiest things. he knows it makes you nervous, but that’s why he thinks he loves it. he loves your stammering and how he can feel the heat radiating from your body. it’s cute.

which is why you’re in your current predicament, sat between his legs, your own spread over his with your back pressed to his chest after sending an innocent ‘come over, please? <3’ text. 

“don’t make me say it, won… it’s…it’s unbecoming. just… please.”

usually, he’s not so adamant on getting you to say exactly what you want. all you had to do was say please, and he was all yours. 

but no, not today apparently. 

“there’s nothing unbecoming about it, my love.” he noses at your neck, his breath fanning over your racing pulse and eliciting your soft shudder. “just tell me what you invited me over for and i’ll give it to you.”

“please… touch me.” you whisper, heat creeping from where his lips are on your to neck all the way up to the tips of your ears. 

you can feel his shit-eating grin and you want to scream at him, but your need for him is much more profound than your desire to slap him in the face for teasing you to this extent. 

his hands rub up and down your arms and you hear his smile when he asks, “like this?”

you groan, shaking your head, “you know what i mean!” 

“i don’t know what you mean, actually. can you dumb it down for me?” 

you mentally curse him out, but you try to steady your breathing before you speak again. “touch me… down… there.” you attempt to say, but it comes out as more of a squeak.

wonwoo’s uncharacteristically large hands find your tummy and you want to sob when he asks, “here?” you shake your head. “words.” the demand vibrates through you and you let you an embarrassing whimper.

“lower,” you whisper, unable to trust your voice. “please, wonwoo.”

he runs his fingers down your abdomen and trails them down your thighs. you can’t help the cry that leaves your mouth. “mean. you’re so mean.”

“you can say it, sweet girl.” he whispers. “it’s not unbecoming. it’s not inappropriate. it’s fucking hot. i want you to tell me exactly what you want and i swear to god i’ll give it to you.”

you sniffle, frustrated and slightly embarrassed, but you stutter out in the softest voice he’s ever heard you use, “please touch my pussy, wonwoo.”

you think it feels awkward and gross coming out of your mouth with your voice, but wonwoo… wonwoo groans, hand immediately slipping into your panties. “good fucking girl.” he grumbles as his fingers find your clit. 

you jolt at the contact but melt into him just as quickly. “fuck,” you whimper, thankful that you’re finally receiving the touch you’ve been craving for the past half hour. “f-faster, please.”

wonwoo’s chest swells with that familiar sense of pride again as he hears your beg. he obliges, the rough pads of his fingers circling the swollen, pleading bud. “you’re so fucking wet…”

you moan, head falling back on his shoulder. your face burns like never before as you get out, “f-for… you. ‘m wet for you.”

wonwoo isn’t always vocal, but when he is? he’s loud. so the moan that slips from his mouth startles you a bit. 

“that’s right, all for me.” he grunts, possessiveness lacing his voice causing the jostling of butterflies in your tummy. “all fucking mine, forever mine.”

you change your mind at this– you love the teasing, the deep timbre of his voice, him especially. 

“always yours.” you nod vigorously, body writhing as he quickens the movement of his fingers. 

wonwoo doesn’t have much self-control when it comes to you, so it’s taking everything in him to not flip you over and fuck you till all you can say is yours, yours, always yours. instead, he opts for trying to get more out of your pretty mouth. “how do you feel, baby? tell me how much you like my fingers playing with this pretty little cunt.”

it’s so filthy, but you can’t help but arch your back at the sound of his words. “love them s’much, wonwoo. feels s’good.”

he’s sure you do feel good, he’s a skilled man after all, but he knows you probably need more. 

“yeah?” he responds breathily, cock aching at the validation and how pretty you sound saying his name. “this enough to make you cum, or do you want more?”

your brain fogs over at the thought of more. you can nearly taste ecstasy on the tip of your tongue and you don’t doubt that you could get off with just his fingers, yet… the idea of being filled to the brim with his fingers or his cock is much more compelling. 

“more.” you breathe in reply. 

“what was that?” he teases, fingers slowing down. 

there’s that wicked sense of humor that makes you want to slap him across the face.

you barred your teeth before gritting, “fuck me, please. i need more. i need you, wonwoo.”

his ministrations stop and before you get the chance to complain, he’s rolling your panties down your legs and guiding you to straddle his abdomen. he slips his sweats down enough for his cock to come out and, even though you can’t see it, you can feel its looming presence. 

“take what’s yours, baby.” he stares up at you while you stare back, eyes wide. 

“y-you… you want me to…?” he knows what your unfinished question translates to and he nods and gives you a lazy smile even though you can see the burning desire in his blown out pupils.

you let out a short breath and nod, more to yourself than anything. he’s never let you have control while you’re on top, but you feel giddy that he’s giving you a chance now. you lift your hips up and take a hold of his hardened length in your hands. you run the blushy tip of his cock through your folds, eliciting a hiss from the man under you, before finally sliding down his cock. slowly, you feel every inch of him invade your pussy and it’s so good, despite the slight burn.

you forget how tight the fit is every time. even with how wet you are, you still feel your walls stretching to accommodate his size. 

you cry softly, body going limp as you finally hit the base of his cock. “won…”

“you feel so good,” he moans softly, hands finding purchase on your hips. “are you alright? does it hurt?” he manages to ask, cock twitching at the way your walls wrap around him.

you shake your head incessantly, hoping he doesn’t worry too much. “no– no, ‘m okay. j-just need to adjust.”

wonwoo nods empathetically, rubbing soothing circles into your skin to ease you. “you’re doing so well.” he whispers after a minute of silence, the only sounds being your ragged breaths and the soft hum of the air conditioning. “gonna make sure you feel so good, baby.”

you feel the heat reappear and a gush of arousal leak at the praise in his hushed voice. it inspires you to take action. 

you press your palms to his clothed abdomen, wishing he’d taken off his shirt so you can feel his skin, but you can’t be bothered to ask him to do so now. you lift your hips up his cock before letting yourself drop, a moan tumbling out of your mouth when you feel how deep he is inside you. 

you repeat the sloppy movements, stangled moans slipping with every sharp thrust as you spear yourself on his length over and over. 

it’s not till wonwoo guides you with the tight grip of his hands on your waist that you find a steady tempo, the sound of skin on skin growing louder with the mixed sounds of his grunts and your mewls. 

you slip your hands under his shirt, craving the closeness, and lightly run your nails down the skin. you feel him contract under the contact and you can’t stop the way your walls tighten around him when his hands squeeze you harder. 

the longer you ride him, the more your thighs burn. it eventually causes your speed to falter and wonwoo, ever the observer, is quick to notice. he decides you’ve had enough and bucks his hips into you, meeting you halfway while groaning out your name. 

the bulbous head of his cock rams into your sweet, special spot as he takes over and you throw your head back in utmost pleasure. tears spring to your eyes and wonwoo finds this to be the most beautiful sight he’s ever laid his eyes on. your tits bouncing with every push, your mouth cracked open as the prettiest sounds leave it, the way your eyebrows knit in pleasure– he makes a mental note to bring his camera next time you invite him over. 

“tell me what you need, love.” he demands yet again, words breathy and clipped as his cock throbs in between your velvet walls. “tell me what this pretty pussy needs and i’ll fucking give it to you.” his sentence ends in a growl when your nails bite into his bare skin, leaving red, crescent shapes in their wake. 

you let out a choked sob, “w-wonu–”

he sits up, using his strength to bounce you up and down at a leisure pace– one that he knows does nothing for your needy body. “don’t get shy on me now, baby, you can tell me.” he coaxes, sultry voice circling your brain. 

you swear if your body burns any hotter, you’ll explode.

your mouth opens to let out a plea, “p-please make me cum– please, i-i wanna–” your words are swallowed by him as he smashes his lips to yours. you moan his name into his mouth and he all but moans back into yours. 

you involuntarily clench around him when he hastily bucks into you while also guiding your hips on his cock. when he pulls back, he sports swollen lips and lust-ridden eyes and it makes you all the more needy for your coveted release. 

“rub your clit and get yourself off for me, yeah?” you pants before his mouth lands on one of your breasts, sucking and tugging at the peaked nipple. 

you follow instructions, two of your fingers moving to circle the swollen bud and your free hand gripping his shoulder for more support. 

at the onslaught of pleasure, the knot that’s been rapidly forming in your tummy all night tightens beyond belief and you know you’re on the precipice of an orgasm. wonwoo, being as perceptive as he is, just moans at the way you pulse uncontrollably around his cock. 

if you’ve learned anything from the teasing and the rather humbling experience you’ve had tonight, it’s that you should definitely voice what you want. 

and that’s exactly what you do. 

“i– fuck, wonwoo. i need to cum, please let me.” you beg as you get closer and closer to your anticipated release. 

he releases your nipple with a pop and nearly growls. “cum for me, baby.” 

it’s all you need to hear before a silent scream leaves your lips and white, hot pleasure runs its course. your body goes taut as the tether in your belly snaps in half, cunt and body practically spasming all the while your brain spins erratically. 

wonwoo is enthralled by the sight and feeling of you. the grip he has on you is near bruising as he watches you fall apart on him– feels you fall apart on him. 

“so beautiful,” he praises, voice strained as he nears his own release. “my beautiful girl. you’re so fucking good for me, you know that?” he rambles, cock twitching as you let out more whines and whimpers.

“c-cum in me.” you demand, voice broken and hoarse from all the screaming. “i-i wanna feel it. i need to.”

an animalistic growl bubbles in the back of his throat and his slow pace and sweet praise disappears, replaced by an unforgiving speed at which he pounds into you. you’re back to broken moans as he lets out labored pants till, shortly after, he’s stills inside of you, cock nestled at your hilt and he’s releasing his warm load inside of your battered walls. 

you collapse on top of him, savoring the feeling of his warmth inside of you. 

“did i hurt you?” he whispers after a few minutes of unsteady breathing from the both of you. 

you shake your head. “just my dignity,” you joke softly, resting your forehead against his. “i’m alright, don’t worry.”

he chuckles, cupping your cheek and running the pad of his thumb over the dried tear streaks, “i was a bit mean, huh?”

“so mean.” you tease, kissing the corner of his mouth. “you’re lucky i love you.”

“beyond lucky.”

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[hangesfavles]

Nerd Hange headcanons

4.1k words. AFAB NB loser! hange x bimbo (ish)! fem reader. <3

Summary: Hange is more of a socially inept lesbian redditor gamer nerd rather than a normal ‘i’m smart’ dweeb :). These are general hcs of how you met loser/streamer Hange, things they like and relationship dynamics including you secretly eating them out on stream. <3

A/N: this is my first ever attempt at nsfw so i’m sorry if it’s bad or nondescript! also i know both of my fics so far have been for afab reader, but going forward i plan to write for a genny nootch reader just because i find it to be inclusive to wider groups of hange lovers <3 lol and last time i posted i said i never wrote fanfiction before but that was a tiny fib because i wrote shitty dumpster fire fanfics in middle school, but i’ve /srsly never tried my hand at nsfw before, but i guess there's a first for everything. pls critique me if u have any thoughts but be nice i’m sensitive. also shoutout to @abbyslev for helping me brainstorm <3 if ur reading my fanfics u probably already do, but pleaaaase follow her if u dont she’s lovely!!!! :3

Warnings: Nsfw content under my 2nd divider, sort of exhibitionism and masturbation. Not all of this is nsfw, but I’d still like for MINORS TO DNI. However, I know that you guys like to ignore those warnings, so I bolded the nsfw sections. At the very least, please don’t read the bolded hcs. Thank you & enjoy reading!

❥Loser! Hange who is in the same math course as you. When you walk in on the first day, you’re drawn to them, but not for the reasons you’d initially think. You were almost positive that they would be a decent person to cheat off of. I mean, they seem to look like they know what they’re doing, right?

❥Loser! Hange that can hear their pulse in their ears when they see a pretty girl take the spot beside them. They feel their heart rattling around in their chest as they sneak glances at you whenever they get the chance.

❥Loser! Hange quickly figures out the reason why you decided to sit next to them, rather than the other isolated chairs inside the lecture hall. But don’t worry, of course they’ll let you cheat off of them. Unfortunately, their performance starts to dip a little when they realize what you’re doing. They’re frequently under your gaze, and they can’t help it that you make them nervous :c 

❥Loser! Hange that is unaware that your eyes aren’t only looking down at their answers. One class when you were copying off of them, you started noticing the way their fingers hold their pencil. How slender their digits are, that their nails are surprisingly short, neat and cleaner than expected. You also started to notice how their veins protrude slightly and move up their arm... You feel yourself biting your lip as you observe their side profile. Their cheeks look soft and pink, similarly to their kissable lips. Your eyes continue to trail over their face: their thin, ovular glasses are slightly pushed down on their hooked nose, and their long eyelashes flutter as they continue to take notes beside you.

❥Loser! Hange can’t not listen to you getting called out by the professor when they notice you copying off of your seatmates’ assignments and notes. It was rather embarrassing, but you’re just happy the professor didn’t catch you cheating on an exam and risking academic misconduct.

❥Loser! Hange nudges your arm lightly after that incident, their voice low so you both don’t get caught by the professor. "Hey, um... I've noticed you've been using my notes and uh... answers. Do you need any help with the material? I mean, like, we could study together or something! If you want." They ask you with an excitement in their eyes and voice.

❥Loser! Hange can’t even feel proud of the fact they managed to talk to you because they barely even got that sentence out, and they couldn’t look you in the eye for more than 2 seconds. But it seems like all that is forgotten when you actually agree to meet up with them. They feel a rush of giddiness, but they try not to make a fool of themself in front of you. “Right! Yeah, so here’s my number... We can plan something, er- sometime.” They write their number down, sliding you the ripped end of their notebook page.

❥Loser! Hange who feels their heart in their throat as they lead you into their bedroom. The study session started off a bit rocky and awkwardly, but the tension in the air decreased as time continued on. As much as you would like to actually learn this material to earn good grades, you find yourself wanting to earn their attention much, much more. I mean, you obviously wore your lowest cut shirt and a pleated skirt for a reason. You look up at them, calling out for them. “Hey, Hange?” You ask, smiling as their head shoots up from their notes. “Can you explain this question to me?” You ask quietly, turning around your notebook to face them. You lean closer to them, purposely displaying your breasts for them to (hopefully) ogle.

❥Loser! Hange who starts to feel like they’re being tested by a higher power. They have to physically stop themself from glancing down and making a fool of themself. They try their best to focus on explaining the math problem to you as you watch their every movement like a hawk. You notice their eyes fall on your chest for a split second, and you pounce on your opportunity to tease them further. You reach up to their face, flicking their nose up so they’re forced to look at you. “My eyes are up here, silly.” “I- Uh- Sorry, just-” Hange trips over their words as they try to formulate a cohesive sentence on the spot. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just teasin’. It’s not so bad to be stared at if it's you.” You say with a playful wink.

❥Loser! Hange folds immediately. “O-Oh... Me? Really?” They ask, their eyes widening and pupils dilating. You can’t help but chuckle at their disbelief and nod your head in confirmation. “Yes, you. Is there anybody else in the room with us?” You joke. They stumble over their words as they think of a response. “W-Well, no, there isn’t, but- y’know- I didn’t think you-” They stutter, pushing the notebook aside and gesturing their hands between the two of you. They feel their cheeks growing warmer from embarrassment as they struggle to coherently voice their jumbled thoughts. “You know, you should at least take me to dinner before looking at me like that.” 

❥Loser! Hange doesn’t need to be told twice. They grab your hand with a cheesy smile, practically dragging you to their car while suggesting all sorts of restaurants that you might agree to. “Is there a certain restaurant you had in mind? We can try something totally different, like a little hole-in-the-wall joint. Ooh, but picture this: hibachi. The whole watching people cook in front of me thing usually makes me feel awkward but the food is always soooo good. Oh, or maybe we could go to a steakhouse! No matter what you choose, I’ll be fine with whatever! What do you think?" GOD they are just so excited and you find it utterly adorable. They remained true to their word and took you to whichever place you decided and paid for both of your meals. (They would have done this even if you didn’t joke about it bless their heart.) But then that first date turned into 2 dates, which quickly became 3, 4, 5, then suddenly you both forgot because anything the two of you do together is a date in your minds.

❥Loser! Hange definitely asks you out after only the second date. But in their defense, you’ve been hanging out after class as well as coming over to their house for “study sessions” that alway turned into watching tv or movies, ordering ubereats, going to the movies, walking around their neighborhood, anything but studying. You even took them to a party once. (You guys left after a half hour because Hange got overwhelmed, but you were still happy they tried something for you.) So by the time you guys went on your second “official date” they definitely felt confident that you would say yes.

❥Loser! Hange who loves talking to you about whatever game they’re playing. If it’s a story game, they’d love to explain anything you missed or don’t understand. They also would voice their predictions about how the game will end or where the story will go. If they see something predictable, they’ll definitely tell you what they think will happen, trying to impress you so when/if it does they’ll look “cool” to you. In reality though, you just find them to be geeky in the most endearing way. “Look, there’s a bunch of ammo in this room. If there’s a boss behind this door, you have to give me a kiss.” They say to you with a sly grin on their face. If it’s a PVP game, they will explain everything about what skills and powers each character has and who their favorite to play is. They’ll talk about what they like and dislike about the different mechanics, their favorite characters, parts they find tricky, etc. And of course, you sit there with a dopey smile while you listen to their rambling without interrupting, even if you don’t understand a word of what they’re saying because they’re just too cute when they’re passionately rambling. 

❥Loser! Hange who loves inviting you over, even if you two are doing absolutely nothing. They adore when you watch them play all sorts of video games. If they’re playing a console game, Hange lays next to you with your head against their shoulder, your arm splaying across their stomach while your hand rests around their waist. You tend to get pretty invested if the game is story based, insisting that they can’t play it without you around to watch the next part of the story unfold. If they’re playing a PC game, you’re sitting in their lap with a skirt that does absolutely nothing to cover your body once you’re seated on top of them. You prefer to face away from them, occasionally squirming in their lap so they can feel your ass pressed against their thighs and stomach. However, you do occasionally enjoy facing them, your arms wrapped around their shoulders as your legs hang off of their gaming chair at either side of their body.

❥Loser! Hange who also loves when you’re sitting in their lap, even if they struggle to focus on the game in front of them when your warm body is pressed against their own. It doesn’t help that they can smell the perfume coming from your neck, tempting them to lean in and kiss you there.

❥Loser! Hange that can’t resist the urge to rest their hands on your thighs during a cutscene, between rounds, during any sort of loading screen or when they’re respawning. They’ll use your thighs to push your ass back and closer to their body. 

❥Loser! Hange kisses your neck from behind, causing you to tilt your head and expose more of your neck for them to kiss. You let out a chuckle at how you effortlessly turned them on just by sitting on their lap and looking pretty.

❥Let’s just say... Loser! Hange finds the opportunity to quit or pause the game as soon as they can. When they eventually return to whatever game they were playing, they find it much easier to focus after you’re both satisfied. ♡

❥Loser! Hange who is also a small streamer! They probably get a few hundred people to watch them game each stream. They may not have a huge community, but their fans are consistent, funny, and always welcoming to new viewers! It’s a comforting little community. Because of this, Hange responds to their chat quite a bit and they’ve made quite a few friends with their mods and regular viewers.

❥Loser! Hange had to explain to you what streaming was. They decided that they would show you what it's like by doing a short stream while you silently watch them game and listen to them talk with their viewers.

❥Loser! Hange never technically introduced you to their fans. Not because they didn’t want to, they just knew that the internet wasn’t always kind, even if their fans are 99% supportive. They wouldn’t mention it much, but they are a little insecure about themself. They know that they treat you like an absolute princess, and they know that you adore them, that’s not the problem. The problem is that they don’t know if they’ll ever feel deserving of you. 

❥Loser! Hange only mentions this to you at late hours of the night when they feel vulnerable and slightly sleepy. You spend countless late nights at sleepovers holding them in your arms and reassuring them just how attractive you find them and that no one has treated you better. They start to feel reassured more once you mention to them that you don’t feel deserving of the endless love they give or of the many ways they spoil you.

anyway back to streamer hcs

❥Loser! Hange didn’t expect you to surprise them one day in their room with their favorite takeout in the middle of a stream. You didn’t know that they were streaming and you wanted to sneak up on them and scare them >:). You slip into their room as quietly as possible, slowly tiptoeing to their form slouched over their desk. Because of the slight delay of their videocam to their viewers, Hange doesn’t get the chance to read all of the different messages of the chatters who spotted your presence and are questioning about it. You silently place the bag of food on the floor, wrapping your arms around their shoulders and kissing their cheek roughly. 

❥Loser! Hange practically jumps out of their chair, yelping from the shock. They realize that it’s you pretty quickly, because no one else would hold or kiss them like that. They pause their game, swiveling around to face you with a wide smile. “Hi, baby!! What are you doin’ here?”

❥Loser! Hange immediately forgets the world around them, forgetting they’re literally live as they try to grab at your hips while they talk to you. “Mmmm,” You hum and giggle. “I just wanted to surprise you. It’s been a few days, I missed you.” You mumble before stepping back so that their hands disconnect from your waist. “Let me get some plates and napkins real quick.” You tell them before you leave the room again.

❥Loser! Hange remembers that they’re streaming, facing their viewers again to read what they missed from chat. “Chat, what do you mean ‘how did you bag a baddie?’” They say, reading some of the messages out loud. “‘How come Hange can get a girlfriend and I can’t? Life isn’t fair-’ WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” They cut themself off, their jaw dropping a little from the comments they read. The chat starts to go crazy after seeing you. Most of the messages are asking who you are, if Hange is dating you, or simply encouraging Hange to stream with you sometime officially. But of course, it’s much easier to take note of bad comments people say rather than nice ones.

❥Loser! Hange pouts when you return with plates in hand, ignoring their chat again in the blink of an eye. "I'm charming, right? and cute?” They look up at you with puppy eyes as you stand in front of them. “I'm desirable." They say those words like a statement, but it sounds like they’re trying to convince themself rather than state a fact. You hear the insecurities dripping from their tone. You promptly climb into their lap, placing a tender kiss to their cheek while your hand cups the opposite one. You progressively start kissing all over their face, and they close their eyes, giggling and getting lost in the moment. When you eventually begin moving down their neck, their eyes snap open as they remember the audience. "AAAAHHHH, I'M LIVE, I'M LIVE!" They warn you frantically, suddenly remembering again why they were a bit insecure in the first place. This causes you to jump a bit from their yelling. They swivel their chair around to face the monitor, looking at it from over your shoulder. "S-Sorry chat, ending stream a bit early today..." They say quickly, turning off their game and switching tabs to end their video. You chuckle, turning to face their camera. "Oops." you say only a few seconds before they end their stream. 

❥Loser! Hange decides that they might as well officially introduce you after that incident, since they know they’ll be getting teased for it for the next few streams.

❥Loser! Hange never thought that they would be in this situation with anyone, no less you. This exact scenario had been nothing but a fantasy in the corners of their mind. A fantasy that would fog up their mind in the late hours of the night, prompting them to slip their fingers under their boxers and lightly circle their clit with their fingertips, eventually slipping them inside of their warm body. Their back would arch up off of the bed, trying their best to picture that their own fingers were instead yours.

❥Loser! Hange that noticed a sort of glint in your eyes when they asked if it was okay to stream while the two of you were still hanging out. They hadn’t been active in the past handful of days because they’ve been spending all their time with you. They just can’t deny you, especially when you both want to spend all your time with the other.

❥Loser! Hange who has to resist the urge to drool as you carefully and quietly crawl under their desk, looking up at them through your long, mascara coated eyelashes as your knees hit the slightly dusty floor... 

❥You aren’t sure what came over you, but when you were watching them put their headphones on and start welcoming people into their stream, you missed the attention being on you. So decided to tease and torture them and force them to give you attention still. 

❥Loser! Hange is forced to pretend you aren’t under their desk and spreading their thighs and pulling down their boxers while giving them that signature sultry smile with your matching lustful look in your eye. You bite your lip as you part their legs, moving in closer to their folds. They can feel your hot breath on their legs as you kiss, lick, and bite the plush skin of their inner thighs. For a few moments, you feel their hand rest on top of your head and stroke your hair approvingly as you start to rile them up. They can feel their face heating up a little, but if anyone in chat mentions it they just explain that their AC isn’t working properly. Even from just your breath and kisses teasing their thighs, they can feel themself getting wet, the stickiness spreading around their groin.

❥Loser! Hange melts under your touches, but they quickly become needy and desperate for more. Their resolve is always weak when it comes to you, and your teasing will be the death of them. They’re trying so hard not to whine and plead because they have to act normal and play their game. Even when your tongue finally reaches out to meet their pussy, you keep teasing them. You give them as little as you possibly can, spreading their folds with the tip of your tongue, only occasionally flicking up to their clit. You also kiss their puffy pussy lips and their clit, showing how much you love them while simultaneously subjecting them to such sweet torture. When they feel your tongue finally giving them what they wanted, their legs start to twitch slightly from the stimulation. They try their best to regulate their breathing so nothing seems out of the ordinary.

❥Loser! Hange doesn’t know how to act when your mouth starts to move faster and faster between their legs. They’ve stopped looking at their chat entirely, just trying to focus on playing the game somewhat coherently and occasionally talking about it or making a random comment without stuttering or sighing from pleasure.

❥Loser! Hange’s pussy is dripping onto their chair from all of your teasing. The combination of your tongue and their pussy makes an audible squelch as you suck, kiss, and lick up their slit and their hips move slightly, trying to keep up with the rhythm of your tongue. At this point, they’re starting to feel the knot in their stomach tighten, and they’re struggling to hold back their sounds. “Chat, I’ve gotta use the bathroom real quick-” They say, closing their webcam and muting their mic as fast as their fingers let them.

❥Loser! Hange’s hand finds its way back to your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you as close to them as biology allows. Their head falls back as they let out a shaky moan. “Ahhh.. F-Fuckk... Please, please more.” They whine, encouraging you to eat them out without fear. You can both feel how their pussy throbs with desire for attention. They’ve been impatiently craving this, so they plan to take full advantage of the fact you’re right where they want you. You pick up the pace, sloppily making out with their pussy and sucking their labia between your lips. They toss one of their legs up onto your shoulder, allowing you more access to them as the knot in their core is almost ready to release. You look up into their eyes, slurping up their juices. The way you look up at them with devotion makes them feel even better due to how much desire is in your expression, adding another layer of eroticism for them from your enjoyment.

❥Loser! Hange feels the tension in their lower stomach releasing. They sigh and moan out into the air lightly as they feel white hot pleasure take their entire mind and body. They arch themself off the chair, trying to meet your mouth even more than already possible. Their body grinds against your tongue as they shiver from the intensity of their orgasm.

❥Immediately after their orgasm subsides, loser! Hange pulls your head up by your hair, kissing you deeply and not caring that they can taste their sticky cum on your plump lips. Their free hand slides down to the back of your thigh, guiding your body to sit on their lap. Their hands are protective and possessive while you make out. They are such a softie, always wanting to cuddle, hug, and kiss after sex. They love you so much and need to let it show, it’s like a warm blanket of warmth and affection covers their heart. They see the world with rose colored glasses for an hour or two after you make them cum, honestly. 

❥Loser! Hange holds you for a little while, their face nuzzled against your neck as they whisper sweet nothings to you. They’ll pepper your neck, collarbones, and face with kisses while telling you how good you made them feel. “I- love- you- so- much- sweet- heart- thank- you-” They’d say between pecks to your skin, causing you to giggle from the slight tickle of their lips moving around your upper body. They only stop their barrage of kisses when you start to push at their shoulders playfully, begging them to stop. “I love youuuu!” They say in a drawn out tone, giving your body a tight squeeze. “But duty calls, so we'll have to continue this later. Don't worry, I'll be thinking about you the whole time!"

❥Loser! Hange loves aftercare, giving and receiving, basically. They’re happy as long as you’re physically close to them <//3.

❥Loser! Hange also used to have inappropriate thoughts about you before you two were officially dating. They knew it was a bit weird to do so without you having any knowledge of it, but they couldn’t help themself. The two of you had exchanged Instagrams after your very first study session and since then, they can’t help but fuck their fingers to your posts. They try to refrain from doing so each time; they attempt to scroll past your stories as if the sight of your face hadn’t already turned them on. Each time it always ends the same, inevitably retyping your name in the search bar to revisit the photo. At this point it had to be some sort of conditioning, the way their body would react to you like clockwork. But they still feel so embarrassed to be so obsessed with you simply because you gave them an ounce of attention.

❥Loser! Hange used to imagine you in all sorts of different positions for them. You name it, they’ve probably thought about it once or maybe even twice. Sometimes they would imagine you sitting on their face, other times they could imagine you under them as they would fuck their strap into you. When Hange feels extra desperate, they like to picture the ways you would take them, perhaps you would trap them against the bed, fingering their throbbing pussy while making out with them to ensure that they weren’t too loud. A favorite daydream of theirs surrounds the different types of faces you would make as they eat you out. They yearn to see how your eyes might look down at them, pleading for them to make you cum, or how they may be shut entirely, your lips parted to sigh out with pleasure from how good they’re making you feel. They’d wonder what kind of sounds you would make. Were you loud? Quiet? Shy? Breathy? Are you the type that moans, or are you the type that whimpers? These questions had plagued their mind until they finally had you for the first time after 4-5 dates. <3

i miss hange rip hange you would’ve loved being the most nerdy loser dork the geek world ever saw.

[cieloclercs]

what would you say (if i told you i love you)? — charles leclerc

PART: 5/? (read part 4 here)

summary. in which childhood best friends blur the lines between what they’ve always known, and something more

pairing. charles leclerc x artsy!reader

warnings. it’s GROVELLING time !! sad charles, sad reader, swearing, everyone still kind of hates charles (as they should) angst but not quite as angsty as the last part

face claim. tara michelle

author’s note. i hope this is enough suffering for you guys 😭 i’m weak tho so there’s a tinyyy bit of progress at the end 👀 i feel like this one’s a bit messy so i’m sorry about that?? it’s also kind of just setting up the next part but oh well 😭 anyways, LAST PART COMING UP NEXT ☹️ i’m gonna miss this series :’(

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f1gossip Charles Leclerc and Y/N Y/L/N spotted at the same night club in Monaco 👀

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➜ part 6

taglist: @cxcewg @incoherenciass @formula1mount @allywthsr @meabhcavanagh @driveswiftly13 @zzblooda @gaslysainz @be-your-coffee-pot @siovhanroy

[danaduchy]

all texts from Kerry

Found Henry Holy shit, Henry's on board. Way to go! Check outta rehab of his own free will… thru the window, hehe. Some nurse tried to stop us - at first I thought she wanted an autograph, but she didnt even recognize me. Tell you the rest later How's it going with Nancy? S'all under control That's what I like to hear

Samurai's back together What about Johnny? He amped for this gig or meh? * As amped as he's ever been. Must be important to him cuz otherwise I wouldnt be forced to take this stupid pseudoendotrizine * Hard to say. You know how he is Well I'm amped as fuck, if anyone's wonderin. It'll be fuckin shimra - just gotta remember not to get too wasted before. Old habits die hard, haha

Waiting for you Kerry? Where are you? On the way. Chill. Gotta change

What's up, V? Too bad you split so quick after the concert - we didn't even get a chance to chat I barely know anything about you, except you've got a shit-ton goin on inside You're the one who left early That so? Hm, maybe. Anyway, it was fuckin nova, wasn't it? Shoulda recorded it for you cause you didn't catch anything thru Johnny

Hey! Heey. So I cant stop thinkin about our little adventure. FUCKIN AWESOME. Thats how you live life. ON THE EDGE :> * Who doesnt like explosions and races right? :) Lemme know if the rest of your plan worked out Sure, I'll text or call ;) If I can't convince you to blow up anythin else, then at least we can go for a drink. Take care! * Egh, day just like any other. Hope it helped you tho Pff, sound more nonchalant than a karaoke star from kabuki ;) I'll be in touch

Coffee at Caliente Know what? I'm glad we got a chance to talk over coffee. You're a straight shooter, V. Nothing like the ass-kissers I'm usually surrounded by. It's good we did what we did, right? Blowing that van to bits? Cuz I been thinking… * To be honest, got no clue if anything good will come of it. I agreed cuz you paid me. Honest as ever, huh? Means I was right about you. Appreciate that, V. I really do. Don't ever change. * It was the right thing to do. And you've got nitro running through your veins. Don't you ever let yourself think otherwise! Nitro in my veins? Yeah, and a fuse sticking out of my ass. Least that's what I felt back then. Was worth it, though - slept like a fucking baby for the first time in ages. Talk to you later. Thanks again!

Reward Hey, forgot to send the eddies before, but should hit your account any sec. PREEM WORK :>

Where are you? Well, where are you? At this rate I'm gonna be a fuckin skeleton by the time you get here.. Move your ass or forget about this whole thing Dunno where you are or what you're up to, but I'm a busy fuckin man. Forget about it - don't have time for this shit Srsly, V? Ditched me with the badges and split? Shitty move. We're fuckin THROUGH Where the fuck are you? Grrr doesnt matter. I'm checkin out, goin home. Call ya if somethin comes up

answer yr phone!!! Hey, V. Got a job for you. Corner of Grey and Mallagra. Be there first thing in the morning, we'll talk it over. I'm fucking livid, V! Those Us Cracks bitches clearly didn't get the hint. Instead of cancelling after we blew up their truck, they just moved their show to another date! Meet me at Riot ASAP. We'll deal with them differently this time. The Us Skanks still wanna fuck me over and record the cover, V! On top of that, their lawyers won't stop yappin'. We really need to talk. I'm at Dark Matter right now. Come 'round the back, the bouncers will let you in. It's easier to reach my dead grandma than you, V! Anyway, Us Cracks are done, for real this time. We should celebrate! Stop by Dark Matter. Use the back entrance.

What's up? Hey, hows it going? Ownin the streets of NC? * More like tryna survive. Let's just say the city and I are even Sweet. What's that? What's up with me? Nice of you to ask. Hammerin out some sick tunes. Ok, more like trying to hammer out. Keep your fingers crossed * Hey hey, you could say that. Lotta stuffs been happenin - even without you! :O Yeah yeah, whatever! I'm stringin together some fresh tunes… OK, more like thinking about some fresh tunes. Keep your fingers crossed

Missed holocall! V! Whatever you're doing right now - drop it and come see me at the Marina. Pier four.

Scratch that! Spoke too soon Slight change of plans - waitin on an important delivery and the fuckin gonk's late. Be at the marina at 7pm!

Kova-chek this out :D Kovachek went ballistic when he found out the yacht went up in smoke! Even went back on those pills that turn him into you know, whatever the opposite of a cyberpsycho is. More goo than a man haha this is greaaaaat! * Ouch. Musta sunk a lotta eddies into that float! :P Speakin of dickheads tho - turns out he stashed a ton of drugs on board! Like, two yachts' worth. And we sent aaaall of that to the bottom of the sea :D Bay's full of fish high off their fins now! * Literally zero living organisms in that bay, Ker. Yeah duh they they took their happy fishy asses down to the spaceport and went to la la land. Anyway tellin ya whenever I'm down, I think about our seaventure and it's like insta good feels :* * Wow. What now? Feel like blowing more of his shit up. Think he's got a luxury crib somewhere in the Rockies… Something to think about… :P FUCK NO! I GOT IT! We make a Kovachek voodoo doll! Can't wait to stab that prick right in the dick :D * I really don't care about that dick, Kerry. Fine OK. As long as you care about MY dick, that is :P

Hey :* Heeey, how's it hanging? Everything all right? I'll just come right out and say it - I miss you. Just a little bit though ;) You coming by anytime soon? * Miss you too, if you can believe that. See? We're tuned to the same frequency. I'll try to swing by sometime. Preem. I'll be waiting! * Hey! Well well, look who's suddenly spilling their guts out :P Dunno when I can drop by though :/ Sad face :( But fine - I know the world doesn't revolve around me. It sucks, but that's the way it is. Take care! * Been thinking about you… Thinking about you too. You're like some chorus to this incredible song that's been stuck in my head lately. On loop :) * What's new? Still conquering the world with music? Planning to! :) don't really know if there's anything left to conquer though. You're already mine, right? (I know, I knooooow, it's cringe. But I couldn't hold myself back!) Latest song I wrote - read it and weep. Wrote it while thinking of you: "Where you whisper, open up your heart / Reveal the place where I once had a heart" Whaddaya think? * I like it. It's gentle, but still has a bite. And knowing you, probably has multiple meanings ;) Exactly! I knew you'd get it :*** * Hmm, you were thinking about me when you wrote that? Dunno if that's good or bad :< it's up to you - that's the whole point! :* * Got a bunch of things on my plate right now. Times are tough. Oh, OK, cool. Do what you gotta do. We'll talk later, no prob.

Serious business Check it out, V. Got this email from a lifelong fan. It's serious. Gotta write her back. Dear Mr. Eurodyne, the day we both have been waiting for is finally upon us! I got rid of my husband, my house and all the other remnants of my former life. Now, I'm truly ready to give you my heart and all my other organs, should you desire them. You are the Sun and I am the Moon - I live to bask in your radiant brilliance. I love you, Mr. Eurodyne, and eagerly anticipate the time we'll finally be together. We will meet soon - I'm sure you know exactly where." She also sent me a gift card to a junk shop in Providence, wherever the fuck that is. It's clear she's nuts, just not sure if it's the murder-suicide variety. She writes me same day every year, like clockwork. What if she dissolved her man in a vat of acid, burned down her house and now she's sharpening her sickle cuz I'm next!? What are we gonna do, V??? * You really worried about her? More importantly: Kerry Eurodyne actually reads fan mail? Adorable. Yeah, yeah, Kovachek usually deals with all that shit. Even signs photos and sends them to the fans. But the fucker always forwards stuff from this crazy broad. Gets his rocks off fuckin with my blood pressure. Anyway, thought you might get a kick out if it. Seriously though, I should probably do something. Don't want her to knock on my bedroom door a year from now. * What, your first psycho groupie? Unbelievable :D Don't worry about it. We'll deal with her. Fuckin preem. What should I do, V? Ideas?? * Call the Providence PD. Let them scare her off? Or better yet, put her in a straitjacket? Boooring! 'Sides, cops mean lawyers and I hate dealing with them even more than I hate Kovachek's guts. No worries, I'll think of something else.You're in charge here. * Why not have a bit of fun? Write her back, give her Kovachek's address and say you'll be waiting for her there exactly one year from now :P Hahahaha you beautiful fucking GENIUS! Think I'll do exactly that. He'll shit himself when he sees her! We'll set up a camera and film it, too. Can't wait!Not worth your time. * She probably thinks she's pregnant with Lizzy Wizzy's love child, too. Check if the store has a netpage, see if they ship to NC and get yourself something nice! Smart! I'll see if they have anything worth my while. Get myself a studded choker. Or one of them Russian stacky doll-in-a-doll-in-a-doll things. Thanks, V! Later

Truth or Dare! I'm boooooooored, V. Let's play Truth or Dare! :D * Really don't have time for this, Ker. Cmon, don't be like that. TRUTH or DARE??? * Fuck it. Dare. OK, here it goes. Hope I got your full attention! OKOK here's your dare: "Survive one year with a rockstar" :D * Cheeky ;) Guess I can give it a try ;) * Don't know if I have time for that, Kerry. * Truth! Got nothing to hide. Here it goes: "After a little good morning sex, what I really want is…" * Coffee and cigarettes. Glass of whiskey if I need a little hair of the dog…

* Scrambled eggs. Clearly.

Puzzle by yrs truly V! Made one of them picture riddles for you, V! Wanna see it? :D Fuck yeah you do! Heeeere goes! …69 <3 * Not right now, Kerry. Got some other things on my mind… No worries. Listen, we all have days like this. Thinking of you here with my little puzzle, hope that helps :* * Really, Ker? Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Yeah, yeah, just warming up! Okay, get ready for round two! |$| >< #o.O# ;( * Kerry slapped the shit out of Kovachek! * Rockstars are the best spankers! Sorry, all you get is a kiss :* * My man is shit at puzzles :* You got it, you shrewd beast :D Congrats! Your reward - a Kerry Eurodyne sextape! Now all that's left is to shoot it :P I'll send you something sweet <3

Personality test You're not gonna believe this, V. I took one of those personality tests and apparently, I'm a NARCISSIST! Can you believe that shit?? * You, a narcissist? That can't be right. I know, right? Good thing you're smart about these things. You're so sweet, babe :* * Might be some truth to it if I'm REAL honest :) You do… tend to be an arrogant snob. Not to mention your ego's the size of a small planet :* Haha took the test again and now it says I'm a sociopath! Told you it's all bullshit! Told you I'm not a narcissist! Honestly you should listen to me, I'm smarter than whatever "scientist" came up with this shit!

Ah V fuuuck worlds biggest hangover, shakes and willies. Need a kind soul to tell me I'll come out the other side OK :-/ my age be damned ;-| * Textin ya from Dtown, 'hood's the very embodiment of shakes and willies * Got a gig, mebbe not worlds biggest but mondo anyway. This is me needin assurance I'll come out the other end in 1 piece Ever in the thick of shit, eh? It's where your&Johnny's minds meet, both uber vibe on it. JS better be fuckin happy - is he? * Need better candy to pop at raves, physio venting helps, mutes nerves, you'll stride strong, won't bother us workin peeps! Srsly V - soundin like you need time off, ad hoc vacay. U know, throw the monkey off your back, dunno, air your skull sponge. * Could be, just not now Handlin ginormous gig in Dogtown. Elbow deep in it, serious as a heart attack. * That an invite….? ;> Dunno, maybe…? My door's wiiiiiiide open, always ;> * Got this biz I gotta tend to first, one way or another… Oh ok mystery man - you do you. gotta say, findin this diss kinda titillating. Is it the masochist in me? tension's… ooooh, got my mouth watering. * Right, I know. One of these days - surprise! You'll see, be at your front door. Only if I'm home, obvi. You're textin a raucous, go-get-'em busy man… * OOO-K. So get lost, find a release. * Hmm, you're temptin me to call. Will do, given time. Do do do, plz. I'll be waitin <3

OK then I'll play support - we're all gonna all right, better'n all right - golden Which is DEF NOT me now - after a fuckin weird-ass 48 hrs, and this is me talkin…! just straaange… like unbelievably so Ahem, got stories to tell, solid gold * well, yeah, might find it a lil hard to believe… welp, hope you're whole and fine and happy. If you are, suck it. Dissin somebody like this - not nova, choom, supra unpreem * OK spill So dig this - meet-up w the enemy, competing publishing bitchez. Top dogz, bubbly flowin, rails vanishing up noses - all in back of a stretch cuz they out to impress my ass with their asses. Kinda sad, really. Gotta give 'em an e for effort, tho - they say: choom, got a mountain o' eddies for ya. N I say, really - where from? N they say, our mountain's a volcano, it'll spew scratch like lava… Hm i say, how's that? N they say, Zetatech product placement - next tour, choom so I says let's go - Zetatech now! they practically jizz. Zetatech HQ I get out, drop my pants and moon eveybody lookin out the windows of the building while I give the bitchez in the limo the finger at the same time. N i called Delamain.\nDel and me, we rollin, talkin anti-iperialism - any sense in it given the state of the world? Know what? we actually come to a conclusion - that nuthin makes sense anymore. So we go on rollin, and go on talkin and drinnk myself into grief. 18 hours later Del dropped me by my crib. He wished me GOOD LUCK IN THIS WORLD. choom was deep depressed, so much so he gave me a discount * Could've happened to Kerry and Kerry alone, that Plain to see, admit it, I just might be the king of NC's nightlife * vive le roi! and may the consort bask in his light ;> xoxo * hm, yeah, no titles more important than that… BETTER FUCKIN BELIEVE IT. * Oooh could go for a convo about life's futility. But DT takes no prisoners forgives no mistakes - need to focus. salty! somebody's in a m0000d * well, just don't see your parties and hangovers as overly important to me just now, if ever * yeah, sorry, just this gig, shitstorm, tense, lots to handle OK I get it, all crystal. Need a lil cheerin up or just leave you the fuck alone? * may be better off just leavin me alone, I'll ping you later, OK? say no more, luv ya and dreamin daily about your sweet tush <3 Eurodyne out * cheerin up, plz :) OK catch: How ya get a bass player to have that gleam in his eye? Shine a flashlight in his ear. That help any? * yup, did wonders :D thx raise you on the holo later, 'kay? * hm, not great, but I won't hold it against you. cute of you to try ok, so here's somethin to keep you warm at night in the meantime, you sweet precious thing <3

You doing anything? Yo, why haven't you shot me a message or nothin? I'm sitting over here like a dumbass waitin for my phone to start buzzin… * Sorry, Ker! You know how it is, life and shit… I know I know, didn't mean to be a total prick * I was just about to text you! Uh huh… suuuure… * You coulda shot me one too, y'know :P The fuck do you think I'm doin right now?!? So listen, how busy are ya? Gotta admit, I'm gettin the itch real bad. Like, a good itch, to see you I mean. * Sounds great! My megabuilding pad maybe? A megabuilding, huh? I mean, sure, guess that'll work… * Then I'll be waitin for ya at my Northside apartment :) Preem. Then I'll get there when I get there. * Let's meet up in Japantown. Just a hop and a skip for you ;) Perfect! * Can you drive over to the Glen? Love to see you too <3 I can do whatever the fuck I want. * Whaddaya say to a little date downtown? My Corpo Plaza place? Ohhh baby, my ass is already out the door! * I'm free! Wanna swing by Dogtown? You outta your mind? No fucking way! Either we meet in NC proper or I ain't goin out. Don't forget to tidy up a bit, yeah? ;)

Goooood morning, Night City! And you, V! Listen, I'm bored outta my mind. Wanna be bored together at least? You asleep? :P Oh, what's that? You want me to come over? Sure! You're one hot piece of ass, you know that right? You were in my dream last night. A good one. Don't worry, I ain't mad at dream V or nothin - in fact I wanna meet up! I hit a creative block, need some inspiration. I need you. I'm coming over. * Sounds good :) Megabuilding apartment then. Hope you remember which one's mine! On my way! * Genius idea from a genius himself. I'll be waitin for ya in Northside <3 Guess this means I have to change outta my bathrobe. The sacrifices we make! * Japantown. Now. :P Preem! Callin a Delamain right now! * Missed you too. Come to the Glen :) * Sounds like it's time for a trip downtown. My Corpo Plaza pad to be exact * Swing by Dogtown, I'll show you my fixer-upper :P Over my cold, dead, bullet-riddled body! The fuck you even doing there?! Get back to civilization, V! * haha XD so, right now's not good, but don't worry - I'll be thinkin of ya ;) Oh so that's how you wanna play this… nah, just messin, V. wink, wink. I'll catch ya another time!

I like you, V. Thought I owed you a little reminder of that. And hey, not to impose or nothin, but if you wanna spend some more time together, don't be such a coward about it, y'know? Hit me up!! * I like you too, Kerry. I'll let ya know :) Ain't we an adorable fuckin pair of sweethearts! Ha! * No imposing. I'd love to see you again soon too ;) Careful with those boundaries now, V. Let em down too far and I might just move right in! * Course! Soon as I find some time, you'll be the first to know! You honor me, sir! Hang tough out there, V. And remember - don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Hey, Ker! Life's been feelin a lil empty without ya… wanna meet up? So, wanna see me again? Fuck yeah! Your place ok? Heeey! I do, I do! Just… can't right now. Schedule's crammed. But I'll be in touch real soon!

I fucking love surprises! Yo, V, this is a nice ride! Seems like whenever you're on my mind all I can think about is rides ;) * Yeah I know ;) * I love surprising you :) As crazy as my life is, without you it'd be boring as hell <3 Thanks for the flowers! Thank christ they're artificial cuz I'm allergic to pollen. Sneezing, goopy eyes, the whole fuckin thing. Also… "Feedback"? What? Did we hook up at one of my concerts? Honestly I can't remember. * Totally. Speaker feedback fused our audio systems somehow. Made the sex interesting at least. Whaaa, well whatever, I don't need the whole sciency mumbo jumbo :D * You kiddin? How could you forget! Man, what the fuck was I on that night…

Won't see me for a while Gonna need to vanish for a while maybe a month or so. Hope you didn't have any romantic escapades planned and all set up :P Nooo :( Who'm I gonna take to the N54 rave then? :((( * Shiiiit mean to say I'm gonna miss an N54 party? Wanted to surprise you… Real fucking shame :/ I know ;( We'll crash multiple raves when I'm back in town tho :) Promise! * Take someone else feel free but just this once. Long as you promise - no hand holdin' no indecent stuff no INTIMACY mental neither :P Oh please faithful's my middle name :* Fuck really wish you could make it Make it up to you 100%

Long time no see :] There's this merc I know and haven't seen for a while… oh yeah it's you! :D C'mon pick up gotta tell you how wasted me and Slavoy McAllister got at this N54 rave xD Think we might've burnt down half the studio… by accident ofc XDD Hey, V? Pick up, choom Still can't top you 'n' me as a wrecking crew ;) Fuck, you ok? Pick up dammit not funny V 13 missed calls from: Kerry Eurodyne

You ghosting me? Fuck, pick up! Really?! Can't even bother to send ONE word?! Just gonna pretend like nothin happened, huh? COWARD

[stxrrynxghts]

Re-watching Star Plus Mahabharat (3/?)

DISCLAIMER: Whatever I say in this is about the CHARACTERS as per the way this SHOW showed them. The show=/= The Ved Vyasa Mahabharata. Don't want any more controversies, lmao. IF I mention any canon event, I will state IT. So pls, DNI if you can't handle a joke/criticism.

GUESS WHO IS BACK, BITCHES

Bhishma knows what he is doing, eh? There is absolutely NO reason for him to bring an army for ladki dekhana tbh

The soldier saw everything except the flag of the army LOL

If I were Subala, I would fire this shit right away

Why do these ppl say cringe stuf ToT

I mean, I am sure ppl didnt talk like that in old times

Um, Shakuni's wife is right tho? Accepting that you have a high chance to lose is not losing hope na. Matlab ki you cant have fake confidence

Besides, if Gandhari's parents didnt feel like this, then they wouldn't do what they are about to do

Gandhari's maid is present in war discussions between the royal women waah

Now Gandhari is going to fight waah waaah.

Gandhari thinks that her fighting will solve things

Um, girl. So many warriors and soldiers will be fighting in war. If Gandhar loses DESPITE their experience, then one inexperienced soldier being a part of the fight will not change the result na

Krishna is back and he is talking mysteriously again NO

Ah yes. Bhishma wants to "befriend" Gandhar after bringing a huge ass army with him. Bro, read the room.

Not Subala calling Gandhar a servant of Hastinapur ToT

Bro this is why Bhishma goes around claiming brides of all kingdoms randomly BECAUSE OF THIS LACK OF SELF RESPECT

Bhishma saying "vivah ka prastav" but specifying the prince is js-

He genuinely feels that Dhri is an eligible bachelor? Being blind already makes his chances low

Would these ppl accept a blind princess for Pandu or even Dhritarashtra? It also does not help how Dhritarashtra is a shitty human being.

Bro someone give those ministers a place to sit ToT

In MB, every single princess is the most beautiful and virtuous in the world, while every prince/king is a bull amongst men. LOL

Bhishma, I am sure any parent would prefer if their son-in-law was good natured and kind to their daughter, instead of being a good warrior

Yes, Dhritarashtra is capable in every way, except for behaving nicely with anyone -_-

In canon too, he was a shitty husband.

NGL, but Dhritarashtra AND Pandu both were really shitty.

Does Dhritarashtra not know how to be happy?

Ok, you know the shastras, but have you, er, implemented them in your daily life?

Pandu why are you so sweet TvT

TBH this marriage will only bring Gandhari pain and disrespect

SHAKUNI IS HERE YAY FINALLY SOME ENTERTAINING PERSON

I genuinely wish to know if Hastinapur and Bhishma would accept a blind daughter-in-law for one of their princes.

Can't believe that Shakuni is the only one seeing what's wrong here.

See, being with a person with special needs is a huge thing. Some people may not be up for that level of sacrifice, yk? And srsly, why should Gandhari make that sacrifice, seeing that uh...Dhritarashtra does not love her? Sacrifices should be for ppl who you love and who love YOU back, not js because their uncle is Bhishma-

And what does Gandhar get out of this? Prevention of war? Basic rights? Didn't know they are a cadet of the Kurus

The scene of the fireflies flying out of the broken glass symbolizes the end of Gandhari's innocence and happiness, as well as permanently tainting her relationship with her dear brother because of what he is about to do. In this essay I will-

Seeing Shakuni being a feminist lowkey was not on my watchlist

I feel that even if Bhishma hasn't threatened the Gandharas directly, they still feel that he would attack them if they refused. Perhaps he should have, idk, REASSURED them that "oh guys our relations wont be affected if you refuse! :>" but nooooo-

Gandhari, sweetie, I can treat you better, better than he can (iykyk)

The return of Starbharat's cryptic and weird ass metaphorsTM

NO WOMAN HAS A NATURAL PUFF IN HER FULLY OPEN HAIR

i hate the hairstyles in this show

SHAKUNI'S EXPRESSIONS ARE GOLD

not bro going like : oh FUCK when Gandhari agrees to the rishta

Sweetu bacha, dont feel sympathy for your future pati. He is an a-hole.

is...is that a Rajasthani folk dance...in..in HASTINAPUR?!!!!

I remember seeing Bharatnatyam in one of the previous coronations T-T

Why is Dhri touching himself like that ToT

Satyavati has a permanent bitch face LOL

Why are there trees INSIDE the court?!

WOW so, the Kurus want a girl to accept their blind prince w/o even knowing him, but they won't accept her if she blindfolds herself to understand and bond well with her husband?

Satyavati being a bitchy dadiya saasTM

I hate Dhritarashtra

Tags for reach since I'm sure yall forgot this series exists TvT: @zeherili-ankhein @desigurlie @ahamasmiyodhah @theramblergal @ishaaron-ishaaron-me @krsnaradhika @rhysaka @sanskari-kanya @randomx123 @sambhavami @priestessofuniverse @krishna-priyatama

[fawnprincessblog]

Hi everyone, guess who's back.

After 2 months of absence i've decided to bring myself back on here and explain some things that have happened.

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After publishing a post a while back regarding incest, i had recieved a lot of hate since then. When i posted it I had no idea how much hate I was bound to receive from all of you once you guys saw it, and honestly i didn't think it would get that much attention. After realising it was clearly causing so much hate I posted an apology, which all you also thought was total shit, so I deleted that too.

And right after, I was bombarded with an ungodly amount of death threats through my inbox, people asking me to kill myself and end it. It was a whole lot, and I really didn't think that one measly post would set you guys off so fast. And honestly I was surprised to see how much there was. My inbox was full of them, and I couldn't handle it all.

Soon enough as expected one person had gone anonymous, sending inbox messages to my followers to report the 'heinous crime' I've committed by posting one silly thing, which by the way, put out a lot of false information. The person was over exaggerating, putting shitty words in my mouth. And I'm here now to talk about all the accusations the person has made. To the people who recieved the inbox message, here's your real explanation from the blogger who made the damn posts.

1. I 'nonchalantly' wrote twincest about Tom and Bill.

First of all, I have never in my life intended to ship the damn twins. If you have checked tumblr well enough, you should be aware there's tons of threesome sex fics about Tom and Bill, where they both fucked the reader at once. And if you fucking bothered to read my fic properly and not jump to conclusions to try so damn hard and cancel me, you'd know damn well Tom and Bill never even touched eachother in the fic that I wrote. They didn't have sex with eachother, they didn't DIRTY TALK eachother, and they did NOT do anything that would have come across as incest.

They both simply fucked the reader and talked to the reader, having nothing to do with each other in the fic. Get your damn facts right b4 you try to sound like a fucking smartass.

2. I want to be 'chained up and used.'

Kinks and fantasies everyone, c'mon. People have FUCKING KINKS. And mind you, this is tumblr. If you srsly see shit like this and start acting out because it makes you sad then clearly it's not for you so like just scroll? You have a damn finger, don't you? Unless, y'know, you cut the damn thing off.

Anyway, I think it's pathetic you're acting all petty over it cause you wanna cancel someone so bad and be the fucking hero of the day. Nobody cares, cunt.

3. I wanted to 'abuse' Bill.

To clarify this one, I do agree that the term 'abuse' was too strong. I don't intend to fucking abuse the poor guy, I just had no idea how to fucking word my sentence and how I was trying to get the damn message out. I've already edited my post on this one. So, chill out.

4. I'm 'anti-lgbt'?

This shitty one has been going around a LOT ever since I posted something regarding how annoying Bill was in the Kaulitz & Kaulitz series, where he talked alot about his sexuality.

First of all I'm not fucking homophobic. To let you guys know I am a Catholic Christian, (ik, not a very holy one) and supporting the lgbt community is definitely not on the list. And even if so, I do not disrespect anyone who's part of it. We aren't told to treat you guys any less. And for me, although I never encouraged the idea, I don't look lower on the person. Even I myself catch myself in a 'lesbian-feeling' situation sometimes.

And if you've seen the comments on the post I made about that Bill thing, all the comments agree with my anyway. We all collectively agree he went a little overboard but so what? I'm just saying. Suck on that, stupid hoe!

5. I support pedophilia.

Babe, check the post again and see how many people were totally okay with the damn post in the first place. I have never agreed ever that pedophilia was okay, and there's tons of older Tom fics with this age gap. Please, istg, do your research before crying over spilled milk to save yourself the embarrassment.

And, to let y'know, who ever sent these inbox messages, one of the friends that you sent these to—I think her name was 'pain of l0ve' or smtg—was totally one of the biggest supporters on that post asking for a full blown fic of older tom and the 17 year old girl. She uses to be my follower too. Dw, I have a screenshot before she blocked me and tried to act all shocked and surprised that I post those malicious things you said! ^^

mm...that really pissed me off ngl 🤷‍♀️

Anyway, that concludes it. Hope this answers your questions about all this misinformation that this person has spread in attempt to cancel me.

I also just want to put it out there that I'm really sorry for posting something like that, and now looking at it I do agree that it was weird. I apologise for anyone who got uncomfortable. All the death threats I've received weren't necessary though. I don't ever think it's right to go that far on anyone. Please be mindful sometimes. Other than that, I'm really sorry.

And I also wanna thank @itsangelll for being there for me when I couldn't answer all the haters myself. Girl you really helped me out, standing up for me and explaining the situation. Ilysm always 💗💗

But for the cunt that sent out all the inbox messages, I hope you had fun doing so anyways :3 I really do appreciate all the stalking and effort you put in just for me so you could cancel me and be heard! 🥺 Seriously the hero of the day! You really read through all my stuff so you could dig out the littlest things! Talk about dedication!! Quite obsessed I must say.

Kisses, love ya! 💋💋💗

[wendytestabrat]

why we need to be bullying squidward as much as kyle (FROM THE VAULT [2020])

Oh boy time to compare Kyman to another ship. The ship we’re gonna be talking about is the one and only Squidbob. I know you ship it don’t lie 😤 Ok but srsly I feel like the two ships have A LOT in common, and there’s so much to talk about. I mean Squidbob is also kind of a love/hate relationship, I mean not rlly bc the love/hate part is one-sided on Squidward’s end (even tho Spongebob can get pissed at Squidward sometimes LMAOO I love it when Spongebob snaps), but that kinda is like Kyman bc I feel like Kyle is definitely similar to Squidward bc it seems like there’s A LOT more ‘hate’ on Kyle’s end. What Squidward and Kyle both have in common is that they both loveee to complain but then do literally nothing to change their circumstances. Look I love Squidward, he’s probably my favvv Spongebob character, but I honestly don’t rlly feel that bad for Squidward at all. I know everyone relates to Squidward and a lot of people find Spongebob annoying and don’t like the way he bugs Squidward but hear me out. And when I’m talking about Squidbob I’m mostly referring to the first 3 seasons, the dynamic changed COMPLETELY after that, Spongebob got wayyy more annoying and stupid after that and Squidward would get tortured for literally no reason LMAO. But before when something bad happened to Squidward, he usually deserved it, bc he was being an asshole to Spongebob for no reason when Spongebob was just minding his business and shit and hardly doing anything to bother Squidward. Squidward would get his KARMA for being an asshole, and we already talked about how Kyle constantly gets his karma too, and that’s bc Kyle’s always being a dick to Cartman when he doesn’t need to be. And sometimes Cartman gets his karma too, a lot of times Cartman ends up in shitty situations that he gets himself into bc of his poor judgment. But anyways I don’t feel bad for Squidward bc it’s like, he constantly complains about Spongebob, yet he does nothing to change his situation. If he really hated Spongebob so much he wouldn’t surround himself with him 24/7, he would move somewhere else and get a different job. The fact that Squidward CHOOSES to be around Spongebob, is how we know that he actually does like him and care about him. And if there’s anyone out there who thinks Squidward actually hates Spongebob they’re a fucking retard & they clearly haven’t been watching the show. There’s been a ton of moments that show Squidward cares about Spongebob like in “Pizza Delivery” when he slammed the pizza in that guy’s face to make Spongebob feel better. In the April Fools episode he LITERALLY ADMITTED to Spongebob that he actually likes living next door to him. What other evidence do you need? And so Kyle is the same way with Cartman, because he constantly complains about Cartman, yet he chooses to hang around Cartman all the time and be close friends with him. There’s so many things Kyle could do to fix his situation if he really had an issue with Cartman. There are so many other kids he could be friends with, and if Cartman has been harassing Kyle sooooo badly, he could just talk to his parents about it and maybe they would help him out in some way. Like he could move to a different school or something, but we never see Kyle do any of this. And if you don’t know how to accept the outcome of the choices you’ve made for yourself in a positive and graceful way, well that’s when karma comes to bite you in the ass, just like it does to Squidward and Kyle bc they both have a negative attitude over the lives they’ve chosen to live. It’s like if you don’t like something about your life either change it or get over yourself and learn to embrace it. And Kyle needs to either get the fuck away from Cartman if he really hates him, or just accept that he does like Cartman and be civil around him.

[ninyard]

Okay I NEED some Allison headcannons

Here’s some ideas if you need any lol:

Like how does she help Neil feel more “normal” after everything that happened? I feel like Matt, Dan, and Renee would probably walk on eggshells around him for a while, even after Nathan dies and the championship game and everything, cause now the adrenalines over and now they have to deal with the aftermath. I feel like Allison would just treat him normally. Not unkindly, but give him a sense of normalcy, yk?

favorite ice cream flavor

How does she react to Seth’s death post-aftg? How do the rest of the Foxes help her process her grief about Seth? Cause from Seth’s death to the last championship game is about 8 months, and death (especially of someone you love) doesn’t just go away like that fast ofc

Favorite brands? (She definitely owns AT LEAST once juicy couture set)

Music taste?

How do you think her relationship is with the other foxes? What are some things that she talks about and does with one person, but might not do with another?

How motherly she is with Neil. Seriously we all know she dragged this boy by the ear to the mall so she can buy him some real clothes.

Some chaotic Allison cause this bitch (affectionate) definitely has done some crazy, weird shit

Girls night with The Girls!! (And Neil, he’s an honorary member)

her friendship with Andrew (srsly i so hc them being friends..they’re both judgy rude bitches (in a good way) so there’s no way they’re not like..secretly watching shitty reality tv together)

Sorry about how long this is! Make sure to go eat and drink some water Nin :)

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YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME bc now i just. want to write about them all so

I feel like Allison wouldn't tiptoe around the things Neil's been through or done. She's been straight up with him before about all of his lies and how she doesn't/didn't trust him, so I think if there's something on people's minds, she's not going to step around it or avoid the elephant in the room. If she's pissed, she'll tell him. If she doesn't understand something, she'll say it. But I think Neil would appreciate that more than knowing people are talking about him but won't just come up and ask him something themselves. It'd feel more normal if she addressed it, rather than just leaving a tension in the air/nobody feeling like they can joke about it or anything with him.

Some sort of sorbet. She used to say something like lemon, but truth be told her favourite is raspberry.

God, grief works weird. I think she cried. A lot. I think she spoke to Bee about him a lot, and I think every time she heard his name or saw his picture it was like she was finding out he was dead all over again. I think it was really, really hard for her. As much as they fought, as much as they broke up and got back together again, he was her rock. He was all she had, he knew her. She doesn't really have family to rely on, she can't call her mom or dad up to be like "My boyfriend died and it's destroying me". I think it was a very lonely time for her no matter how much the team insisted they were there for her. (I would worry about her recovery in the immediate aftermath of his death - I like to think that Abby was really looking after her for those first few weeks to keep her on track and make sure she was being safe and kind to herself)

Youre SO right with the juicy couture. That's just such a given when it comes to this series. Maybe she wore Abercrombie and Fitch too but i don't really know any other brands from 2006 oops

She's a bubblegum pop girly i think. Probably fucked with Avril Lavigne and Rihanna at the time. In my head she's a girls girl so Kylie, Britney, Fergie, P!nk and Beyonce. All the ladies like that.

I've mentioned my thoughts on her and Kevin before and how their relationship as friends develops post-TKM but as for the others. I think Dan, Matt and Nicky are the ones she's closest with, but the first one she'll call for advice is Renee. I feel like Nicky is literally like her gay best friend and they're ALWAYS arm-in-arm. If she needs someone to go shopping with it's always him. They're always bitching and gossiping. Her and Aaron aren't very close, especially considering the choking incident, but I feel like they still appreciate each other on the court and still with hug and congratulate each other when they do well. I don't know about her and Andrew either. That's a tricky one, also considering the choking thing, but I know she's also not afraid of him, either. She sees what he did for her after Seth's death, and so that have a sort of mutual respect, but I don't think they're exactly friends. I feel like her and Neil would be pretty good friends, but aren't exactly going out of their way to hang out with each other.

I LOVE how much she cares about Neil. I think he's cute to her. I think she literally wants to pinch his cheeks and cuddle him even though she knows everything about his past and what he is capable of. He has that Wesninski smile and she's like AWWWW

Like. Listen. I do feel like Allison can be NUTS. I feel like if she didn't restrain herself she's the kind of girl to key someones car for cheating on her or pop someones tyres because they catcalled her. She'd fight anyone on a night out to stick up for her friends, even if she's just about blackout drunk, she's ready to fight. I feel like she's had one of those movie moments on the court where she screams. Like you know what kind of scream I'm talking about. One of those movie girl screams. She can be a total cunt if she wants to be. But most of the time she doesn't

okay i want to write more about the last two but im trying so hard rn to clear my inbox and drafts because i feel like so many ppl think i'm ignoring them so i will leave you with these few thoughts on Allison <3

[zombiecakes]

15,17,27,28,29!!,37,49,52,55,59,64 🥺 (sorry lol)

APOLOGY NOT ACCEPTED (srsly tho never apologize for making me gush about my babies lmao 💕)

This is gonna be long tho, so under cut 😂

Also some plotline spoilers in here, for those who haven't done stuff like Nuka World.

15. What is their proudest moment / accomplishment?

After he killed Mason, he got a pat on the back from Nisha. He always saw her as the biggest threat to his personal safety as Overboss, so having her support definitely helps him sleep at night.

17. Do they have a job? How do they make a living?

SHAKIN DOWN DEM FARMERS. Basically, everyone and their mother just sends him tribute now as Overboss, so he swimmin in caps 😎

27. What faction(s) are they a member of / allied with?

RAIDERS. It's actually becoming an issue, because he sees the Institute as a threat, and his own gang isn't equipped to bust their way in there. He just got a vision from Mama Murphy that he should ask the Brotherhood for help, which is probs his only reasonable option. (He's HELLA paranoid of synths and would probably burn down the Railroad if he found it DISCLAIMER I DO NOT SHARE HIS VIEWS LOL and he already alienated the Minutemen soooo yeah…) He also really respects and trust Murphy the Madwoman, so he's probs gonna take that advice… at least until he gets what he wants.

28. What faction(s) do they despise?

Oops, I already answered this one lol. See above.

29. What is their moral alignment / karma?

Not pulling punches here: Zirk is evil. He lets fear and selfishness run his life, resulting in the suffering of others. He has a small handful of people he gives a shit about, but I don't think that redeems him. Almost all “good” things he does are still motivated by selfish intentions.

37. What is the worst injury they have experienced?

Zirk has been thru some shit. He didn't turn into the shitty little monster he is because his life was rainbows and sunshine. I would say, consistently ending up as the lowest rung on the social ladder in any group he was part of, and all of the abuses that entailed (for example, his teeth tattoos), were collectively his “worst injury”.

49. What item(s) do they always have on their person?

His glasses! Boy is blind as a bat (one of the things, along with his smaller/delicate stature, that made him a target for most of his life). Finding nice, VATS-connected spectacles when he was looting Vault 111 a couple years ago was a life-changer for him.

52. Can they swim?

Well enough… although it probs isn't too pretty to watch.

55. Are they past, present, or future oriented?

This is a cool question 🤔 I would say up until very recently, present-oriented, because he was constantly scrounging around for his next meal or hit. Recently, however, his gang has swept across the Commonwealth, and he's had to think further ahead so that he can feed his raiders and maintain his safety as top dog. This is not a task he enjoys doing, so he often leaves the minutiae to Gage 💕

59. Do they idolize anything / anyone?

Mama Murphy. She is the first person he's ever met who truly knows and sees him as he is, and she cares for him anyway. This is more important to him than he could ever say, but she doesn't need him to say it 💕

He's also IN LOVE with Gage (not that he'd ever use those words, even to himself), and he really respects and relies on him.

64. How / where do they generally sleep?

The how/where is actually a similar question for him!! He usually falls asleep wherever he can (bed, sleeping bag, large pile of soft dirt), but often around 2-3am, he tends toward night terrors, and often goes sleepwalking/crawling into the nearest small, enclosed space. He knows he does this, so he rarely ever goes to sleep nearby another person. Gage has only witnessed this a couple times, and while familiar with ptsd (raiders have tough lives and rough upbringings, I suspect), he still doesn't know exactly what to do when Zirk does this shit.

[pinyatapix]

the original post the reply was on had replies restricted so i couldn't reply to it but know that this is what i'm trying to reply to

but god that's so real, you know those "don't like don't read" people probably also claim to be "anti censorship" and "pro freedom of fiction" because they don't like being "censored" for being into cp and incest

thank you for also talking about this cuz god i have like an instant reaction of hate and disgust when i see blogs like that. sucks that replies were restricted on the post though

also god the thing about long bios. they're always like a ton of stupid titles or whatever that they made up for themselves/friends made up for them. like who cares. you're not some knight or whatever the hell you think you are. nobody's gonna read your wall of text

especially when all the text is like 1 shade off from the #000000 background it's on, i hate when people do that and i have to squint really hard and get really close to the screen and it's just not worth it

YEAAAAAAAH that shit’s been bothering me for da longest time… only carin about “anti-censorship” when it comes to their shitty dark shock slop fics horrifically misrepresenting and glorifying incestuous and pedophilic abuse, and not any other more important issues like censorship of free speech or wrongfully-controversial books in libraries… “freedom of fiction” my ass hhhhrhrudhdgsghshhh. very correct about everything else u said too,,,,,

also istg that after i posted this comment it ended up causing like… a BUNCH of weird hate anons to spawn in my inbox calling me jobless and cringe over that comment i made…

like srsly, quick question, do YOU have a job???? do YOU have anything more important to do in your life than call people cringe through anon asks over a single random comment they made??? and even if you do have a job why did you think this was necessary??? says a lot more about yourself than myself, ngl. calling me a grown-ass adult as a way to mock my immaturity even tho you’re being the immature ones here. and even as i post on this stupid website i still know there’s more important shit in da world to do than being here. all of you are pathetic pathetic pathetic. if “hater” was a job you’re not getting paid SHIT

[hyuuukais]

✨✨✨ GOOODDDD MORNINGGGGGG LAKE ✨✨✨

it’s the beginning of a new week and i don’t think i’ve let u know how much u r appreciated lately 🤔 so here is ur little reminder that you are sooo loved + v v much sooo appreciated !! 🤭🤭🤭 i am happy to have such a talented, funny, caring, smart, strong person like u in my life !! kinda srsly crazy how time has just flown by since we met??? 🤯 but that’s partially because u make every interaction we have so fun. getting to know u has been fun!! idk if u knew this, but u are someone i think everyone wishes to know. u are as comforting as our sunshine twins 🫂, as dependable as our best leader 💪🏼, as lively as our artist/genius 🎨, as caring as our most beloved tsundre bunny 💖, as indispensable as our ambitious maknaes 💯 + i love sharing things w u/ telling u things bc you always match my energy and excitement - ur reactions make it just that much better 🫶🏼

this week i hope u take the time to appreciate U as much as i do!! pat urself on the back 👏, getchu a treat 😋, allow urself a extra little time that’s just for u, because U 🫵 deserve to bask in the same feeling of contentment and joy u provide for others 💞💞💞

here’s a little minsung + soonie & dori to hopefully get ur week off to a good start 🩵

+ if this week doesn’t go the way you want it to 🥺, pls remember that channie says you’re doing fine. theres always a brighter day just right around the corner - a chance to try again!! and i will be here in your corner cheering you on the whole time 🎉 🙌🏼 i love u !! ⚡️💙🍓🩵🫂

okay siiiighhh i guess i'm done gatekeeping this ask 💔💔💔

you 🫵 are the sweetest and kindest person ever and i can't even put into words how this ask made me feel ☹️💙 i've been feeling so consistently shitty for the past like 2 months, but you're always able to help put a smile back on my face 🫂 ilysm, and idk what i would do without you in my life. you've become one of the most important people to me and i hope you're in my life for a long, long time (how does forever sound?)

i know things for u lately have been stressful and not fun, but i hope u still remember to give yourself time to breathe and take care of yourself 🫵 get a little treat, listen to some music, watch your comfort show or movie, just take some time for yourself. you're so hardworking and deserve it. ily soooo so so so freaking much. hugging u 🫂💙🫵🥹🥺

[mrstsung]

Welp it's true. It is getting sold off again.

Mortal kombat.

Wb and maybe nrs is gonna lose mortal kombat.

And honestly as much as a fan i am. Im glad.

This is what happens when you do shitty things to your fanbase,rush crap,and think money instead of your project.

This isn't the first time either. When they were midway. SAME,SHIT,HAPPENED!

They clearly didn't learn their lessons.

If you call yourself remotely a fan. Srsly this is a good thing. Maybe finally something good will be done.

Wb especially has been shitty to mortal kombat as a series for a LONG TIME NOW.

So...this is a good thing guys.

It may be a bit before we get a good game let alone another game in general. However,i feel it's a small price to pay for cleaning house.

Honestly i feel the series just needs a complete overhaul. Not a reboot. Just actually tell a fucking story without trying to tie into everything. Multiverse shit is overrated,overdone,overplayed.

People dont care about continuations. They just want something of quality. I can guarantee that the short attention spans of people won't really give a rats ass if it's connected or not.

People srsly just want a good game,a good story,simple and easy to follow,good gameplay that doesn't feel like a chore,and a reasonable price that doesn't feel like robbery.

So mk needs new management,new team,new everything. In fact a smart decision would be sell it back to tobias. Maybe even someone completely new. Or both? That actually CARE ABOUT THE SERIES!!!!

Period

[cheolhub]

Talk about your moots; what do you like most about them (could be a paragraph or a single sentence, spread the love!!)

p sure i did this just a few days ago but everyone knows i adore my moots so i dont mind doing it again :)

it’s kinda long! (took me a literal hour and a half to write) and i tried to get everyone i talk to on a tri-weekly basis at least 😅

@ncteez i know you said to pick what i like most abt my moots, but i love everything about hon from the way she looks (she’s literally the most gorgeous person ever— she still owes me a selfie now that im thinking abt it) right down to her core. 🥹 the only mark stan who has ever walked the planet actually,,, i love hearing about her sex dreams and i love the way that she gives the best advice bc she only wants the best for me and how genuine she is. I LOVE HER & she makes me a better person every day, seriously ⭐️ i <3 my wife

@jeonghantis 🩵 there are about a million and three things that i can write for keir but i think the thing i love most about them is that… i can just be sar with them, i never have to worry about being judged for the things i like bc 9 times out of 10, keir feels the same way. like who else am i gonna talk about [redacted] with chan with ??? or [ censored beeping for 10 minutes straight ] with sangyeon ?? my jeonghannie, my bff, my ride or die <3 (they also hate everyone that i hate and watch my instagram lives even tho im super annoying which means i am going to die for them)

@onlyseokmins literally just love elv’s personality. she has this infectious positivity and it makes me so happy to be alive like dhahdh,,, every time i see her on the dash reblogging the silliest things or cute pics or even talking to other people, it makes me smile so hard like idk she’s so bright PLUS she’s resident dk lover on tumblr like there is no one else. tumblr user onlyseokmins is quite literally the only dk stan alive

@lovelyhan ok two things i love the most — one: kai’s writing will always get me out of a reading slump. i re-read their fics an ungodly amount of times, like i actually need to be blocked by them ( i definitely didn’t re-read inflection point again TODAY on my lunch break, nope! i didn’t! 😂……) TWO: kai is literally so sweet and funny and we don’t really talk much, but from what i know, they’re a really great person and anyone would be lucky to have them as a moot! ^^

@agustdiv1ne ash and i are actually moving to alaska and we’re gonna be neighbors /srs,,, srsly tho, i told her this already, but she’s an amazing listener and she puts up with my shitty texting and i seriously cant appreciate that more 😢 she’s so wonderful and lovely and my favorite yoongi stan to ever exist and i will shield her from the heat. don’t worry, ash, 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚.

@soonigiri MELODY <333 the soonyoung to my cheol!! she’s also someone i enjoy seeing on my dash sm!! she’s literally an angel and it’s so endearing to see her in her engene era. like i look forward to seeing jungwon on my dash every day /srs — OKAY ACTUALLY, ik im an awkward freak but i would love to talk to you more bc i think we have a lot in common T-T

@etherealyoungk SKYE i know we interact like every 3 weeks but each of them do really mean a lot to me <33 i think she’s really kind-hearted and i get really happy when i see her jn my inbox from time to time!! it’s like a nice little surprise which i love 🥹💝 it’s like finding a rice krispie at the bottom of my lunch box (if you don’t know the feeling, think immense joy)

@rubyreduji JJ THE COOLEST GUY EVER. he’s such a joy to talk to and i love that he’s lowkey my hypeman. every time i run a concept or idea by him, he makes me feel really good about it and i adore that. he’s so supportive i love him and i need to hug him so bad actually 🥹 (i give good bear hugs jj, pls let me hug u) also jj doesnt care that im a weirdo awkward freak and i have to commend him for that too ☺️

@toruro mikalicious always know what to say which is what i love the absolute most abt them now. when im in a shit mood, she knows exactly how to make me feel better and always helps me take my mind off of it. she’s so cute and wonderful inside and out and i really am so eternally grateful to have her as a mutual and a friend <33 also, mika, this is my formal apology for being the world’s worst texter 😅

@gyuswhore EM THE COOLEST PERSON EVER. i love her so much actually. she and i just started talking and i have to say, she is just so,,,, amazing? idk, i dont have the words for it. she was so kind to me when reading my wonu fic and she just read over my new cheol wip and she has given me such great feedback and im so appreciative of her!! + sending pics is lowkey my love language and she lets me send her the most random shit (my pc collection, my room, etc.) i love her 💝

@hwanghyunjinenthusiast MY FAV JOKSTER dbehdh talking to rj is seriously a breath of fresh air lol I LOVE her humor and she understands my humor. ALSO….. something about rj’s writing also does something to me… like i remember i was super depressed while i had strep and on a brief tumblr hiatus and i came onto the app for just a second and saw that she’d posted … mean dom!chan… i remember reading it and crying bc she GETS IT. no one gets me like rj (i forgot to rb now that im thinking abt it but im gonna get on that) my fave dinonara <3

@heesbaby TUMBLR USER HEESBABY SINGLE HANDEDLY GOT ME BACK INTO ENHYPEN. i never thought id see the day, but bc of her smau’s and writing, i’m back in my engene era… i love how much of an angel cinna is like,,, we talk every once in awhile but she makes me the happiest girl ever when she replies to my asks or i find her in my inbox. i’ll actually fight jay for cinna

@hyuk4ngel RESIDENT MINGYU STAN,, fay has been here with me since what feels like the fucking beginning and i seriously can’t thank her enough. she’s really encouraging and amazing and she has the best ideas ever. i swear half of my writing discography is thanks to her (just my mingyu fics which is lowekey half my writing discography begsgs) she also is always checking in and i just love her for that and many other things 🥹

@baeksbyunny / @baekhyunnybyun (you’ll have to remind me which acct im supposed to tag) BEX MY BELOVED!!! THE LOVE I HAVE FOR HER IS SERIOUSLY INDESCRIBABLE!!! she’s the nicest person to me. like i’ll never forget when i was anxious before my txt concert and she was so reassuring like i felt a weight lift off my shoulders. INSTANT (sar)otonin boost every time we talk, idk what it is. probably the fact that she has the most comforting presence. i love her, you honor. i rest my case.

@majestyjun mills was like the first moot i’d ever talked to,,, but i remember i was so intimidated the first time we did bc millie is literally so fucking cool like,,, i have always thought this and when she said //I// was cool and i was genuinely so honored like…. idk >< ALSO HER WRITING IS SOHSHSBS OUT OF THIS WORLD … the concepts the description,,, she’s a genius!!!

@sunnylovespickles even tho we just became moots, i thought it was really sweet that she dropped off pics of pink!cheol for me 🥹 my day was really bad and that brightened it so much <33 i hope to have more interactions with her in the future bc she seems so nice!!

[worhmngd]

Headcanons that are also going into my fanfic:

BadBoyHalo caused the Younger Dryas event by crashing into Earth. He may or may not have also drowned Atlantis. I haven’t decided if Atlantis is canon or not (random aside Fuck You Graham Handcock, not pos, srsly fuck that guy)

Foolish is a Totem, a tool created by one or more gods to be an avatar on earth. Like a shitty Jesus or shitty Krishna, basically. He decided to do his own thing thousands of years ago. He can shrink and grow at will and also shapeshift. He usually grows more arms to help with building. The island now uses his arms as a way to measure his mental state. The more arms = more unhinged he is. Like when he was making the dragons mouth and having a semi mental breakdown because he couldn’t get it to Look Right, he had like 1000 arms and was flailing all over the place.

Philza and other avians are birds. This means they don’t have nips or breasts. So no Phiddies, sorry. The girls are usually taller, too, except for Philza, who is considered “girlishly tall” for elytrian and avian standards. This is Important For Later.

Elytrians are to avians like what Neanderthals are to Homo sapiens. They’re an older subspecies. Elytrians are more bird like. Phil has straight up bird feet which is why he wears geta, cause it’s hard to get close toed shoes that can fit his talons. He also has dietary restrictions and needs more meat than the more omnivorous avians. He can also get Fucked Up on bread products like humans get on McDonald’s, and Tallulah really doesn’t like him scarfing down avocado toast all day cause toast is Not Good for mesocarnivorous birds!! Elytrians also usually have bigger wings and can actually fly with them, while the avians have smaller wings and are only really capable of gliding or powered swimming (in the case of the ducks). Of course the island fucked their wings up anyway, so…

When the eggs returned with cracks, they returned as visibly older children, like five or so YEARS older, with stretch marks. Cause I write them as humanoid kids, not eggs. The island made them grow but fucked it up and caused some type of damage to them.