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verlaneswiftie13 · 11 days

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I feel so high school every time I look at you...

The Tortured Poets Department Lyrics: Vintage Collection - Track 22/31

@taylorswift @taylornation

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kabegamiz · 10 months

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More assorted monochrome wallpapers.

#wallpaper #lockscreen #tw sh related #menhera #aesthetic #black #dark #dark aesthetic #manga #kawaii

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thschei · 4 months

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Okay we're making this quick and short, and then we can be detailed later

I switched antidepressants at the end of December, and it turns out I am allergic to the new one. I am allergic to a Lot of things, some of which aren't seasonal (like I mentioned being allergic to mold the other day... every day I wake up,) so I don't just have allergies in spring, it's 365 days a year.

So earlier in January when I was having hives and itchy, watery eyes, I assumed it was the ush, took benadryl (benadryl my friend benadryl), and moved on. But, towards January 20th, I started having trouble swallowing pills, struggling to breathe, and my throat/tongue felt swollen.

My mom's allergic to 2 medications, so I know what anaphylaxis is like. Hives are relatively harmless, your throat closing up is not. Any reasonable person would go to the ER, but...

I've been there before, and it was basically what these reviews are saying. A wait time of 7+ hours despite visibly empty rooms, pain dismissed, staff that treats you like you're dog shit on their shoe. I have to be actively dying to go in there willingly again.

I had a follow-up appointment for January 30th, but as the days progressed, the anaphylaxis got worse, and it was taking longer for benadryl to help. When it had been 5 hours after I took benadryl and I was still struggling to breathe, I knew that I needed to just stop taking it.

I don't know if it was because of me being allergic to it, but... these withdrawals are the worst I've ever experienced. I don't want to list all the symptoms, but it's been Very Supremely Bad. At first I was worried about bursting into tears in the lobby, but I've barely been able to hold down food or sleep, so I got worried that I would be too weak to walk/stand up. I felt bad doing it, but I rescheduled the appointment, and it's tomorrow. So like, I'll be fine, over the last week the withdrawal symptoms have lessened in severity, I made it through the worst part of it in one piece even though it was a little scary

I wasn't sure when I wanted to talk about this, if at all, because I don't like being vulnerable and I kinda just wanted to pretend nothing was going on and continue posting silly things, but . this morning I decided to post about it today . because . last night I went bananas about sound horizon, and I realized it was like that one meme that's like "sorry I stopped posting about (x), I'm on mood stabilizers now"

Like, I'm kinda forced to stop taking my antidepressant, and I revert to my 12 yr old self and start cage-trilogy posting non-stop 😭

(I'm mostly joking, part of me not being as active a la/urant was that:

We didn't get any new music from 2015-2023 (2021 if you count the prologue of ema, but that's still Six Years . do you know what the average shelf life of a kp/op song is? Like, at most 9 months. If people really like it, they'll start calling a song "timeless" after that point. If people don't like it, suddenly it's overplayed, overhyped, etc. When kp/op groups go more than 1 year without new music, people start accusing the management of mistreating the members 😭 We waited 6 years! And we've been waiting for the 8th album since 2010, in 2015 we got the 9th album, and this latest one is "8.5 or 9.5th" . I've been waiting for the album about timeloops/reincarnations for 14 years 😭😭😭 I know this sounds deranged but please every day I wake up)

Those ex-friends of mine I met through SH so I took a step back from listening as obsessively so I wouldn't associate my bad feelings with music I loved

Regular fandom burnout

The 9th album caused a huge schism in the fandom that caused a lot of hostility & stopped people from being as... "innocently" creative, less fanedits and theories and ask games/challenges about it. I think that's understandable to a certain point since it was 2015, but you can clearly see that everyone's afraid of putting posts in the tag, or asking others questions, etc. There were definitely things we didn't need to keep from 2008-2010 era fandom, like reposting fanart or talking about how much they hate (woman performer) for being on stage with (male performer), but the stiffness and hostility is really sad.

But when I realized I was like genuinely Coping with my Mental Illness the same way that I did at 13, too young to be on antidepressants and birth control... listening to the most fucked up, sad songs ever, I was like... that is funny as hell

#erin talks #text #long post #sorry I really did try to make this short 💀 I don't know if anyone will read the bullshit about SH but I wanted to add some context #also 1) I have the url reinemichele and would use it but I couldn't save it on twt fast enough & I don't like not matching 😥 I want #the person who has it to enjoy it but I do like periodically try to change my relnemlchele to reinemichele #2) I've had thanako as my lockscreen since 2019 & the bg in my music app as michele #3) my phone lets you put a short piece of text on the screen by the charging port so it says 'thanatos.......'#4) in 2020 I installed premiere and the first thing I did with it was put soko ni aru fuukei over that one 'they hated jesus bc he told the #the truth' comic . I also wanted to put the 'thanatos....' from sango no shiro over it (since that's what line I'm referencing in this post #but it was so short that I went with soko ni aru fuukei #so like you can take the nb out of the shk but you can't take the shk out of the nb

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01zfan · 2 months

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stress relief | o. sh

boyfriend!shotaro x fem. reader | 6k words

this fic was fueled by a request and a compilation i saw of him using his hands…shotaro we freaking love you. listened to too sweet by hozier while writing this. not proofread.

contains: using toys

shotaro woke up before the sun did. he dreaded hearing his alarm so much that he often found himself waking up before it had the chance to go off. every week thursday’s loomed over him like a dark cloud.

each thursday was shotaro’s dedicated day of the week that he would be in the office from sunrise to sunset. he never considered himself to be an early bird, the exact opposite actually. most days it wouldn’t be until ten in the morning before he could speak, but every thursday he was forced to arrive before everyone else got there.

shotaro would drink his black coffee while walking around the office, assigning roles for next projects. he would be desperately trying to get himself awake while getting clerical things in order before the teams arrived. during the day, shotaro was in charge of checking that the projects he managed were on track to be completed by the deadline. after everyone left, he would spend an hour or so taking notes on current problems in the projects and how to fix them.

shotaro always thought that as he moved up the corporate ladder he’d have less responsibilities, or atleast more people to pawn them off to. but when he became lead project manager he suddenly had more things he was in charge of and his allotment of errors in his work greatly depreciated. sometimes he couldn’t believe he went from being the assistant that was on his phone all day to the leader of multiple teams, and how important it was for him to always be right. shotaro shook his head and rubbed his eyes to refocus on the computer screen. he believed that if he thought about his obligations too much, that nasty habit he had of biting his bottom lip would return.

the sun had gone down when shotaro was able to finally leave. he was the last one out, turning the lights off behind him locking the doors. he sighed heavily, letting his shoulders sag in relief as he made his way down the sterile office hallways. at first he was scared to be in the office by himself at such late hours, but now he couldn’t care less. on thursday nights the only thing on shotaro’s mind was getting home.

on his way home he turned the music up a little higher than usual, drumming along to the beat on the steering wheel and singing loudly. at each stoplight he got impatient, waiting for the light to turn green. shotaro looked to his phone in the empty passenger seat, waiting for his lockscreen to light up from a notification. it wasn’t fair that after the long day he had at work red lights were stopping him from coming home. he drove safe, resisting the urge to floor the pedal to get home faster.

shotaro’s patience was already dwindling when he exited the office. by the time he made it to the apartment building he was almost a completely different person. when the elevators were taking shotaro up to your shared apartment, he impatiently checked his watch each time it stopped on a floor that wasn’t his. something was eating away at him. the something started in his mind when he thought of you. once shotaro got started he couldn’t stop. he spent all day letting the thoughts of you marinate. he thought about you working from home, taking naps, and meandering around the apartment in between breaks. you probably haven’t left the apartment once. you probably hadn’t eaten either. shotaro thought about your routine all day, if you were still sleeping when you had set so many alarms the night before.

shotaro knew you had spent the day sleeping and the night working when he walked through the front door. the apartment was the exact same as when he left it in the morning. the day passed by in the apartment without a single thing changing. everything was still off, the low glow of a computer screen coming from the bedroom being the only light. shotaro shook his head and smiled while setting down his things. all those alarms were useless—shotaro knew you had hit the snooze a thousand times before finally getting up.

he broke your concentration when he opened the bedroom door. your eyes that was focused on the computer screen snapped up, almost embarrassed that shotaro caught you so stressed over work.

when shotaro got promoted in his job, you became the carefree one in the relationship. the one that had the luxury of going to bed at a reasonable time and the one that would wake up for the sunrise. the role you had was easy, funded by your boyfriend who worked a corporate job and bought you whatever you wanted. you still had your own job, one that was remote and you could choose your own hours.

your role in the relationship was something you were very dedicated to. you made the point to give shotaro health tips, to help him destress after a long day. you had been so relaxed you forgot what it was like to be stressed. to have your jaw clenched so hard it felt sore, or to have that feeling of failure loom over you like a dark cloud.

when shotaro came through the door you had forgotten what time it was. you looked back quickly to your phone, where a reply to your boyfriend was unsent in your messages. both of you knew it was locked away to limit distractions. shotaro knew it was necessary but he hated it so much. without your get home safe text he had to be extra safe on the road, and without seeing your face shotaro almost forgot why he was working so hard at his job.

“you don’t have to be so quiet when you come in, ya know.” you said.

shotaro smiled, a hand going underneath your chin to squeeze gently. he knew he was dramatic, but he had almost forgotten what it felt like to touch you. feeling you underneath his fingertips eased the stressed of the day and seeing you smile only made him smile harder. he was always so quiet when coming home late, careful to not wake you. each time he did it you had to remind him it was unnecessary, and each time he shrugged his shoulders before saying it’s a habit.

“it’s late.” shotaro made his way past you to sit on the bed. he plugged in his phone as he sat on the edge, setting it on the bedside table. “i thought you would be asleep by now.” he said.

you didn’t look up from your screen, resting your head on your propped up knee while you continued to type. shotaro watched the back of your head move while you reread lines, trying to make sure you weren’t rambling due to exhaustion.

“got a late start today.” you said.

shotaro hummed, knowing he was right that you got up late. you probably haven’t even eaten, only getting up for a quick snack that burned right through you. shotaro continues to look at your back as he gets himself undressed. he starts with his socks, a checkered colorful pair you got him for his birthday. he went with his dress shirt next, undoing each button slowly and take it off. shotaro got his pants last, making a point to be a little louder taking off his belt and letting the pants fall to the floor.

he was only a little embarrassed to admit how badly he needed your attention. usually it was shotaro coming home to you already in bed, all he had to do was get undressed before sliding into the sheets next to you. it was almost primitive how shotaro instantly felt happy, how the stress from the day melted off of him just by being on the receiving end of your affection. he would slide into the sheets and you would pull him in close, before murmuring that you missed him.

shotaro working at an office and you working from home caused a chasm in your perception of workplaces. when shotaro was in the office, he was professional. he was the leader his company needed, and was serious about his work. in the bedroom, he was needy. he needed to always be touching you, or talking to you. so seeing you treat the bedroom like an office space still through shotaro for a loop. if you had turned around, or stopped typing for a moment just to look back he could’ve been sated. but you stayed focused on the screen, only taking a break to stiffly straighten your back.

when you went back to your hunched position, shotaro felt his fingers start to move. he got up from his side of the bed, walking over to you. he put his hands on your shoulders before pressing gently. you stiffened for a moment before relaxing slightly. shotaro tried not to think about the possibility of you forgetting he was even in the room still when he started gently prodding your back. when shotaro felt the knots beneath your skin, he wasted no time driving his fingers deep until you tried to move out of his hold.

“shotaro that hurts.” you complained.

you didn’t even throw a glance over your back before going back to your terrible posture. shotaro looked at the digital clock. it was too late in the night for both of you to be awake—or atleast too late for both of you to not be in bed.

”you are going to destroy your back doing that.” shotaro said.

he went back to the knots on your back, gently until you eased underneath his touch. shotaro almost wanted to laugh, now it was him giving you tips on your health and him trying to help you ease your stress.

he almost thought you would laugh at it too, but you only continued to focus on the screen in front of you.

“i have to finish this.” you said.

shotaro tried to focus his bleary eyes on whatever work you were doing. nothing could be comprehended by his tired mind. he leaned forward acting like he understood what was on your computer until his face was beside yours.

“you know it’s scientifically proven that your mind won’t retain information past a certain time?” shotaro said.

you scoffed, moving your face closer to shotaro’s until your cheeks touched. you relaxed further as shotaro found a stubborn knot. you stayed in place, letting your head hang forward as shotaro pressed deeper into the knot.

“i need to get this done.” you said still with your head hanging low.

“you have all weekend.” shotaro said quietly.

he continued to work on massaging your back, actively feeling your inhibitions crumble as his fingers continued to do their work. he reached up further, wondering if you could feel the thin bands of his rings press into the bare skin of your neck.

“so tense.” shotaro chided. you sighed, taking your hands away from your keyboard to let them fall at your side. “let me give you a massage.”

shotaro knew he was being too presumptuous when you snapped your head to look at him. he tried to give you the most innocent smile he could muster. shotaro tried his best, but it was hard to feign innocence after hearing your tiny sighs of relief. shotaro felt himself wanting to help you relax the same way you always helped him.

“aren’t you tired?” your eyes were low and bleary as you looked at him. “i’ll be in bed soon.” you said.

shotaro shook his head slowly while he continued to massage your back.

“just for a little bit,” shotaro drove his fingers into your skin a little more, smiling to himself when your sighs of relief got a little louder. “i’ll set an alarm and everything so you can get back to work.” he reasoned.

you looked at the words on your screen, how they stopped making sense a long time ago. you still feel shotaro’s fingers continue their ministrations on your back. the bed behind you looks inviting, and so is the smile on shotaro’s face.

you get up from your seat to look at shotaro. his smile is big, reaching up to his eyes before he goes in for a kiss.

he’s gentle at first, thumb stroking your hand gently. when shotaro tries to deepen the kiss, you pull away.

“only thirty minutes,” you walk over to the bed and shotaro follows behind you closely. when you sit down on the edge shotaro stands in front of you. the smile on his face didn’t falter when you pointed your finger at him menacingly. “and no funny business.” you say.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

shotaro plays dumb, tilting his head while you tilt your head sideways and give him a hard stare. shotaro folds, putting his hands up in defeat as you lay down on the bed.

you lay facedown on the bed, trying to urge your body to relax. you haven’t been this stressed in so long you forgot how to manage it. it wasn’t until shotaro’s hands moved your limbs to the perfect place you felt your body begin to loosen. when you felt him straddled your lower back you had to repeat the motion to get yourself to relax again.

shotaro started high, a little below the space he had been working at since he got home. every part of you felt rigid, brought on by the mental strain of work. shotaro sympathized with you silently—he knew what it was like to have an unbelievable workload that seemed unbearable at times. he also had the luxury to leave everything at work. you had no choice but to be reminded of your unfinished projects each time you looked up from the bed to stare at your computer. when shotaro saw your eyes stay on the screen of your computer he started to become brash. his hands that were over your shirt was suddenly underneath the fabric, running his hands so far down your sides his hand was wedged between your stomach and the mattress. you didn’t stop his hand, or remind him about no funny business. you only let out a content sigh and turned your head back to face the pillow.

“don’t think about work right now.” shotaro said.

his voice was gentle but stern. you gave in quickly, saying an ”okay” muffled by the pillow. you tried to sound even with your voice, but the end of your words had an airy lift. the near whimper in your voice went straight to shotaro’s pants. usually he was better at controlling himself, but the view of you under him going slack and the feeling of his crotch pressing against your ass made him lightheaded. it didn’t help that you had been on shotaro’s mind all day, or that he was able to bring you relief from your stress.

he tried to remain professional, he tried so hard. he tried to not partake in the funny business, but when he pushed your shirt all the way up to your neck you didn’t stop him. when shotaro got up from the bed to grab lotion you let out a pretty whine from loss of contact. when shotaro returned and let the cold lotion spurt on your back you only shivered and made the feeble attempt to reach back and undo your bra strap knowing shotaro would do it for you.

excitement creeped over shotaro’s body, and he wondered if you could tell. he tried his best to not let the tent in his underwear poke you, but shotaro knew that you knew what drove him insane.

he kept part of his promise though, working his way up your back rubbing out the tension until your skin was damp from the lotion.

“so tense.” shotaro says above you.

you only groan in response, letting one of your arms go limp over the side of the bed. it is so relaxing, you think that if shotaro keeps going you’ll fall asleep.

if he listened to what you said, he would’ve just given you a massage until your alarm went off to let you go back to work. but your sighs of relief were so blissful to his ears and the skin of your back was so soft. your moisturized skin had started to glow from the light of your computer skin. shotaro couldn’t stop his mind from thinking about your body glistening in sweat and the toys you two kept in the bedside table called out to him like a devil on his shoulder.

“babe?” shotaro said, still looking at the drawer of his bedside table.

you were nearly asleep, only being able to hum lightly to let shotaro know you heard him. shotaro was silent for a moment, letting his hand drift all the way down your until he rested above your ass.

“can i go lower?” he asked.

you only hesitated a second before mumbling a yes.

shotaro didn’t hesitate moving his legs further down your body, until he could comfortably lean his crotch against your ass. shotaro felt you perk up and preen your ass slightly backwards to really feel all of him. his hands kept you down, kneading your ass over your pajama pants. he wished you were wearing those thin shorts to bed, the ones that were too short to cover all of you. but he would settle for the thin material of your pants.

he kept kneading the skin, until your body started working against his force to put your ass further in the air. both you and shotaro got quiet, driven by the feeling of your bodies touching. shotaro fully delved into the funny business he promised not to do and you were no better.

your ass was grinding against his dick when the alarm on your phone went off. it was blaring and it was loud, overtaking the sounds of quiet pants and breaking through the fog in your brain. your monitor screen had timed out, leaving you and shotaro only in the light of your screensaver.

shotaro quickly grabbed his phone from the bedside table, turning it off while cursing it in his mind. he purposely pressed his dick into you as he moved, dragging it back and forth slowly as he went back to his previous position behind you. if you wanted to get back to work he would not stop you. deadlines were deadlines, and shotaro would always be here. but that did not stop him from leaning forward, so close to you that his breath fanned against the shell of your ear.

“thirty more minutes?” he asked with a smile.

you laughed into the pillow. shotaro felt the bed shift as you pressed your ass flush against his hips. shotaro’s hand gripped your hips and travelled to your stomach, pressing against your skin to perfect your form.

“when has sex with you ever been thirty minutes?” you asked.

shotaro pulled back from your ear, using his other hand to open the drawer of the bedside table. he could see you snap your head to the drawer, laser-focused on his hand as shotaro shuffled his hand around. he knew exactly what he was looking for, but he wanted to see you squirm as he obnoxiously rummaged through, making the metal cuffs clang around.

when shotaro finally pulled out the matching set of pink toys, he could feel you draw in your breath. he was having trouble breathing on his own, the anticipation that was building stacking exponentially. your body stiffened and shotaro could feel the energy in the room change as he purposely took his time dragging the tip of the dildo down your smooth back. you shivered again and shotaro gave you the space to perk your ass up in the air as you took off your shirt and bra the rest of the way. your face was still down and shotaro grabbed a handful of your clothed ass, reveling in your whine.

“this isn’t sex.” shotaro said.

he rested on his haunches and leaned down, so close until he could press his face into your bottom half. when you rubbed your ass against his cheek shotaro put both hands on your ass spreading them. he breathed in the scent of you, something he spent all day thinking about.

“just stress relief,” he reached behind him, putting the tip of the vibrating dildo over your clothed clit. “so you can get back to work, yeah?”

“yeah.” you said meekly.

shotaro laughed and cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your ass before straightening his back. from his space above you he could see how you turned your head, one side pressing against the pillow. shotaro wished he could see your whole face, but he got what he needed seeing your eyebrows stitch together as he turned on the dildo.

the initial vibration made you jolt. shotaro anticipated it, holding your body in place by a hand on your hip. your hands instantly fisted the sheets, letting out a weak whimper.

“so jumpy.” shotaro tsked.

he pressed the button on the dildo before putting it to the side. he knew the instructions to the dildo better than you. when shotaro initially bought the toys, you were too embarrassed to even look at them. you brought the covers up to your eyes while shotaro diligently read the instructions, pressing the buttons over and over to figure out how to use it. you made him keep the toys on his side of the bed at first too, and almost always looked nervous when you had to reach in his drawer for something.

but now you loved the toys almost as much as shotaro did. he would come home from work on occasion and find them missing, hidden on your side of the bed. those were always the best days. shotaro got to show you how to properly use your own toys, and he got to tease you relentlessly when your eyes would go wide after finding out a new function. he would tease you until you wer a crying mess, talking about how you don’t even know how to get yourself off properly with your own toys.

his favorite function on the vibrating pink dildo was it’s ability to warm up. it took a second, but when it was ready it would emulate the warmth of his own dick. shotaro was a modern man and he loved innovation. so while he waited for the pink dildo to warm up he brought the reliable vibrator. it had one setting, and barely worked but it always got the job done.

shotaro slotted himself between your legs, forcing them further apart with his own. you let yourself become malleable underneath his touch, moving to the exact position he placed you in.

“just relax for me.” shotaro said.

he peered over your body to look at your face. when your hand quickly reached back he held it tightly, pressing it against your back. he only needed one hand now to turn on the vibrator, causing you to instantly fidget. you pushed your ass in whatever direction shotaro would pull the vibrator to. shotaro was fascinated seeing you chase stimulation so desperately. when he pulled it away you wiggled your ass, and when shotaro dragged it down your slit you pushed your hips backwards so desperately it made the vibrator prod your entrance. you were whimpering chasing the feeling, only pulling away when shotaro would place it on your clit.

“need you.” you whimpered pathetically into your pillow.

shotaro hummed sympathetically, still dragging the vibrator along your bottom half. he felt himself straining in his underwear, so hard that the precum started seeping through the fabric.

shotaro had the habit of taking out his stress on you in the bedroom. something about seeing you come undone at his hands eased the weight on his shoulders. for some twisted reason, seeing you cum from anything else but his dick helped ease his stress even more. deductive reasoning told shotaro it was probably about control, maybe projection, or maybe taking care of you first made shotaro feel like he was taking care of himself. there were multiple times that shotaro had finished without touching himself, only touching you. he had heard the horror stories from his friends about cumming too early, but once again shotaro was a modern man. he was ready to go again quickly, and was resourceful enough to keep you going long after he was done.

“i’m right here, baby.” shotaro cooed.

he let go of your hand briefly to reach and touch your cheeks. it made your eyes open, and shotaro saw you try to look for him behind you. he moved his body to enter your lined of sight, still playfully prodding his vibrator at your entrance. when your features softened shotaro went back to pressing it into your clit. your high pitched whine went right to shotaro’s dick, bringing him forward to grind it on your ass. the precum that seeped through his underwear got on your pajama pants. shotaro looked up at the ceiling, going back to pressing your hand against your ass. he pressed the vibrator further into your clit, until you turned your head forward and your hand pressed against the headboard.

shotaro watched your body rock against nothing, and he saw your thighs shake. he started gripping your ass again, pulling you back to press against his dick against your ass. shotaro got distracted, feeling you wiggle against his ass. he almost missed your whine talking about how close you were, and how your hand started pushing at the waistband of your pajama pants. shotaro used the last of his self control to bring your waistband down calmly. he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on the swell of your ass, biting with a force that caused you to jolt.

with your pants halfway down your legs you became more sensitive. there was one less layer separating your body from the vibrations of the toy. you couldn’t hide behind the extra layer, turning your head to whine in the pillow when shotaro pressed into your clit. he could see the splotch over your underwear, and when he pressed his finger into your panties the fabric stuck to your folds.

“i’m going to cum.” you whimpered.

shotaro went back to kissing your ass, alternating between sucks and love bites. he used his free hand to bunch your underwear, until the fabric pulled between your ass. he lifted slightly, applying just enough friction to your cunt. you were moaning now, failing to muffle your sounds in the pillow.

“let it out.” shotaro encouraged.

with your bunched panties in his hand he brought it back to your ass, only freeing his thumb from his fist. when shotaro lightly pressed his finger against your asshole your body tensed for a split second before melting underneath his touch. your first orgasm was never loud, only high-pitched whimpers and repeating his name over and over. you almost always relaxed after the first one, losing all force to keep yourself up causing you to slide on the soft sheets.

shotaro could’ve taken you from the back like this for the rest of the night. he resisted the urge to hold your body in this position with his strength while he spent the night relaxing every tense muscle in your body. part of him wanted to fuck you with the dildo then give you his dick until the back of your thighs were glossy from slick and you had to press your legs together pathetically to save yourself from overstimulation—but the way you kept puckering your lips and clutching at the bottom of his shirt made his tunnel vision disperse. so when shotaro guided your wobbly legs out of your pants he let you lay on your back.

you pulled him down to you quickly, wrapping your legs around his waist and peppering kisses all along his face. shotaro smiled from the quick kisses, thinking about how you must’ve stored all your affection up the whole day.

shotaro reached behind him in the middle of your kisses, bringing the dildo to rest beside your head. when your kisses ceased, shotaro brought you in for a big kiss, one that still connected your lips with a string of spit. shotaro broke the string with the dildo, letting it rest on your bottom lip while you looked up to him with blown out eyes. shotaro gave you a simple head nod and you poked your tongue out, laving the tip until it was glossy with your spit. shotaro licked a line down it himself, making you widen your eyes.

he barely gave you time to register the lewd act before he brought the dildo down between your two bodies. he pressed the tip to your clit before dragging it down to collect your slick. you brought shotaro down closer to put your head in the crook of his neck as the wet sounds filled the room. shotaro liked playing with you this way, making you hear how wet you always get. he was almost able to imagine it being his own dick spreading your arousal around and teasing your entrance. your legs that were wrapped around his waist spread apart and you let your hips thrust upwards, desperate to have something inside of you.

shotaro pulled his body away from you until you were forced to look at him. he could see the bleary look in your eyes were wet now with tears threatening to break your water line. shotaro used his free hand to stroke the skin underneath your eye. he watched your big eyes stare at him desperately, flickering down quickly to his consoling smile.

“just relaxxxxx.” shotaro prolonged his words as he slid the warm dildo into your heat.

your mouth was agape taking it all. you almost immediately began squeezing around the toy, your walls still sensitive from your first orgasm. it slid in and out of your with ease, both you and shotaro’s foreheads pressed against eachother to watch the scene unfold together. you swallowed it up each time, and if you looked further past you could see shotaro’s dick twitching in his underwear. there was a wet patch, one that you would have to teasingly bring up later.

you were pulled from your thoughts when you felt shotaro’s eyes look at you. with your foreheads still pressed together you maintained eye contact, biting on your bottom lip when shotaro turned the vibrator on to it’s lowest setting.

you started whimpering immediately and found yourself in the same position of desperately looking for things to hold onto. shotaro found your hand first, squeezing it tight and pressing it into the sheets next to your head.

“so wet and tight,” shotaro increased the speed of pumping the toy inside of you. “i can feel you sucking it back in.” he cooed.

you didn’t know how to respond. any words you could’ve formed turned into quick motions of your heads and whimpers. when shotaro increased the speed of the vibration your whimpers turned into moans and cries of his name.

“you pretending it’s me?” shotaro teased.

you looked down again while shotaro lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. you shook your head, muttering something about how it’s not as good as the real thing.

shotaro felt a pulse in his pants again as he pulled his body up, getting a full view of your entire body. he settled back on his legs to get a better angle and view. from here he could see your chest shudder as your breaths became more broken, and how your leg tensed from the pleasure. you were going through a full body experience, and shotaro got to witness it all. how could he be stressed about anything after seeing this? how could you be stressed after going through it? he was unrelenting and could stop himself from sighing in content. shotaro was coming towards his own climax, just from watching your squirms become more intense.

he wrapped a hand around your leg and pulled you closer. shotaro licked his hand and brought it to your chest. he rolled your sensitive nipples between his wet fingers, pinching harder until you brought your own hands to your chest. you placed your hand over his, guiding how you needed him to hold you. shotaro felt his mouth go agape slightly watching you touch yourself. he knew he told himself that he would be doing all the work, but something about both of you coming together to bring yourself pleasure drove him insane. shotaro had to let out a deep breath, he had to save whatever he had left for you. he turned up the speed and went faster, until your hand clutched onto his bicep.

your eyes were fixed on shotaro as his expression got serious. he kept going, letting a glob of spit land on your cunt to add more lubrication. your nails dug into shotaro’s arm and he bit his lip.

“you close?” shotaro said, already knowing the answer.

“yeah.” you moaned.

shotaro smiled and continued the same speed.

“give it to me.” he said.

for a moment you were silent. it was only the sound of your computer fans whirring, the low sound of the vibrator, and the squelching that filled the room. it was you arching your back of the bed and shotaro egging you on, coaxing you to the edge. when you felt the tension snap again your whimpers came out in pants before a cry came from your throat. it got louder as shotaro didn’t stop, still thrusting the vibrator in and out of your heat. your nails didn’t let up in his bicep, gripping him so hard your body shook. your legs closed around shotaro’s hand, causing the leg on shotaro’s shoulder to pull him in. didn’t separate them, instead watching your body react with enchantment fueled by lust.

shotaro didn’t stop until after your frantic head shakes turned weak, and your grip on his bicep went limp. shotaro pulled out the dildo quickly, letting it vibrate on your stomach before turning it off. your full body twitched from the situation, and continued to twitch as shotaro ran soothing hands across your body. he let you lay there limp as you caught your breath and gathered your composure.

“you okay?” he asked innocently.

shotaro asked the question like your twitching body wasn’t his fault. the smile on his face was small, pressing heart shaped kissing on your hot cheeks. your world was still spinning when your snoozed alarm went off again. thirty minutes slipped through your fingers, you weren’t sure if you could even get up anymore to make your way to the computer. your full body went slack, so loose you were almost limp. if it wasn’t for shotaro, you don’t think you could’ve turned the alarm off.

he set his phone back down on the bedside table, hovering over you as he continued to touch you gently. this time it was shotaro giving you a flurry of slow kisses, each one wetter than the last. shotaro helped you come back to earth quicker, silently letting your body gain it’s strength again.

when you were ready, you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. you saw his full body, still in his undershirt and briefs. before you could reach for his waistband he spoke.

“i came.” shotaro said.

his confidence in the statement almost made you bashful. you only nodded, swallowing whatever spit you had in your mouth to try and wet your throat.

you words inevitably came out hoarse and quiet, asking shotaro to cuddle with you. he got up from the bed quickly, taking the toys into the bathroom to be cleaned and coming back with a cold bottle of water. you downed it quickly, but not as fast as shotaro was coming back to bed. he didn’t bother to get changed and you didn’t bother to get dressed as you cuddled together above the sheets.

you both knew it was useless getting dressed, you were going to go for another round when the snooze alarm sounded off again.

#requestz #01zfan: shotaro #shotaro smut #riize smut

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eliteseven · 2 months

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I feel like modern AU Tav would have a scowling Shadowheart as her lockscreen (but then have smiling, puppy eyes SH as her home screen)

It is so WILD you're saying this bc I JUST wrote this line of the modern/band AU:

"Really, she shouldn’t be surprised to see Shadowheart standing there, with her arms crossed. She’s wearing one of those little scowls that Tav both loves and loathes, the kind that make her brow furrow with lines that Tav wants to kiss away."

I think Tav genuinely loves her temper. The way she's all petulant and pouty sometimes?? The faces she makes? I think Tav would take great joy in kissing her brow every time she scowls, watching the lines disappear as Shadowheart melts under her touches.

Her lockscreen being Shadowheart's two moods is so adorable. Imagine Shart's reaction to seeing that and hearing her explanation that she just loves everything about Shadowheart? Even her more prickly side? To the point of wanting to see her face every time she turns on her phone? Shadowheart would be speechless 😍

#nls series #shadowheart x tav #bg3 #ask #anonymous #oc: serena tavyndír

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haechannabelle · 1 year

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MOON TAEIL - KING SH!T //lockscreens ✧˚ · .✧˚ · .

↳ happy birthday to the king and main vocalist of kpop (imo) !! ↳ made in procreate ~ final portrait version can be found here btw ! ★

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waratah-moon · 1 year

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The lock screen one with modern!eddie pls 🥺 the Instagram post was so cute

3. Am I your lockscreen? 🎂 read other birthday week drabbles here 🎂 masterlist / send me a message

15.4k viewers Shooting the sh!t at beer o’clock eddiethebanished

"Skillrex asked what's my lockscreen?" Eddie picked up his phone from beside his keyboard and held it up to the camera. "It's a photo of my girl." A picture of you flipping off the camera flashed on the screen. He’d taken it a few weeks after you’d started dating when he found you wearing his old Hellfire shirt. “And yes I have an iPhone, don’t come for me.”

You rolled your eyes in the kitchen, your own laptop set up to watch his stream while you made dinner. What can you say, you’re a supportive girlfriend.

You remembered when you'd first seen the photo on his phone. He's alarm had sounded at the ungodly hour of 6am and instead of turning it off, he'd rolled over and buried his face into your shoulder. You reached across to his bedside table, switching the alarm off when the photo of you flashed on the screen.

"Am I your lockscreen?" You weren't sure why you phrased it as a question when it was a fact.

He opened on of his eyes, squinting at your wide eyes. "What?"

"I'm your lockscreen," you said again, holding the phone in front of his face.

"Yeah, so? You've got a photo of us as yours." It was true, your own lockscreen was a photo of a photobooth strip that the two of you had taken at the county fair.

You smiled, kissing his forehead. "Nothing, it's cute."

"You're cute."

itty bitty baby blurb. Read more modern!Eddie here

#waratah-moon's birthday 2023 #modern!eddie #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #maggie writes

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cloudystevie · 2 years

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please write more daddy!andy i love ur writings <333333

pairing || daddy! andy x bratty fem! reader

warnings || trying to be a brat but failing, daddy kink, dd/lg overtones, mocking/condescending, age gap, voice kink, reader with she/her pronouns, oral f receiving, kissing, fingering, kinda mean but also soft! dom andy

18+ only minors dni, do not read. do not repost or translate any of my writing anywhere.

you sighed and picked at your nails disinterestedly, watching clueless playing on the flatscreen inside your bedroom

it was now half past 9, andy had promised to be in your room a whole 30 minutes ago! you were gonna make him make it up to you for making you wait so long!

not even bothering to look up as you hear those familiar heavy steps trying to be disingenuous as they near your bedroom, no doubt in your mind who they belonged to.

and you definitely did not bother looking up when he opened your door and closed it gently behind him, clicking the lock in place

you can see from the corner of your eye that he seems apologetic and bashful, but who were you if not a little brat

“hey honey” his low baritone breaks the silence and caresses your ears, making you shudder

you were weak when it came to andy, so weak that you had to press your thighs together underneath the fluffy comforter to quell he ache growing between your thighs

when you ignore him andy is almost worried, he was planning on making it up to you regardless but when he notices the movement underneath the comforter he just smirks

you were just being the spoiled little brat you were

you roll your eyes in an attempt to piss him off but he doesn’t let you get to him, instead he silently walks closer to you and grabs the tv remote to pause the romcom you forced him to watch enough times that he had practically memorized the whole script by now

andy’s arms are on either side of you, caging you in yet still you avoid his amused gaze, trying your best to maintain your poker face despite wanting nothing more than to jump into his arms

“what’s got my baby so pouty hmm? daddy’s so sorry baby c’mon give daddy a kiss.” his face is so close to yours you can feel his breath fanning over your face and it takes all your power not to let your eyes flutter shut and succumb to his warmth

jutting your bottom lip out you reach for your phone, a picture of andy asleep surrounded by your stuffed animals as your lockscreen which never fails to make you smile

deciding to respond to some texts from your best friends and from a lack of response from you makes andy trail kisses down your neck, his beard scratching down the sensitive column of your bare skin forcing a muffled gasp out of you

“my poor pouty baby just wanted daddy’s attention hmm? daddy’s home now baby.”

you are weak. so. fucking. weak.

thus the whimper, “daddy.” and andys never been more delighted to hear your shy voice

“there she is, my grumpy little baby just missed her daddy so much huh?” he coos at you, kissing you everywhere he possibly could

you huff, “you’re late! 30 whole minutes! im mad at you!”

“aww honey you’re breakin’ my heart. daddy had to deal with some problems at the office, nothing little girls like you should concern themselves with.” he smirks, knowing he’s playing you like a goddamn guitar with all the right strings

your expression melts and you whine, fisting the collar of his tight black t-shirt and bucking your hips up, frustrated by the lack of attention to your core

“oh look at you needy baby, just need daddy to take care of you? is that it?”

“please daddy! please just touch me!” you whine which is met with a chuckle as andy tuts and slowly pulls the comforter off you, revealing your body adorned in your precious silk sleeping sets that never fail to get him hard

“look at you, dressed up so pretty for daddy hmm?”

you nod your head, bucking your hips up at the sudden wave of cool air caressing your skin

“all for daddy! please daddy touch me! been waiting so long!”

he shushes you, sliding your sleep shorts down the length of your legs, revealing your bare, dripping pussy and he can't hold back the groan emitting from deep within his chest at the sight

"daddy's gonna make it up to you baby until you forgive him." he speaks as he leans in closer to your dripping core, closing his eyes as your addictive smell engulfs him until he is no longer able to restrain himself, licking a broad stripe up the length of you and groaning, the vibrations making you twitch

"d-daddyyy!!!" you mewl, hand tangling in his cropped hair and bucking your hips against his face, chasing the friction you desperately needed

he begins eating you out relentlessly, flicking his tongue at your seeping skit and wrapping his lips and sucking your swollen button, making your back arch off the bed as your legs begin to quiver

he grunts, "you forgive daddy yet baby? you needa forgive daddy so he can make you cum."

through a fuzzy mind and slurred speech now that two of his thick fingers were pounding into you, mindlessly repeating "i forgive you daddy! please make me cum please daddy!"

your mewls increase in volume, the way your hole is quivering, sucking his fingers in, and your stuttered breathing let him know you're nearing your peak, so he pulls away completely making you whine in frustration, tears welling in your eyes and instantly spilling over

you were so far gone and andy had so many ideas of how to make it up to you

"aww poor baby didn't get what she wanted. maybe my dumb little girl shouldn't have rolled her eyes at daddy then."

you sob, pulling him closer by his shirt and buck your hips up, "p-please i'm so sorry daddy please didn't mean it jus' wanted your attention!"

he shushes you gently, tracing his fingers messily over your soaked pussy making you shiver while his other hand rubs your back in a soothing manner

"admit it then baby, tell me you act like a stupid little slut when this little pussy needs to be filled." he speaks down to you, directly in your ear and you knew one thing, you were certainly going to get what you wanted

#andy barber smut #andy barber imagines #andy barber x reader #daddy andy barber #chris evans smut

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pekejscatbed · 4 months

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I'm Feeling Devious (you're looking glamorous) | Dick x Jason x Roy x Wally

info/warnings: smut & fluff, ftm Dick, fingering, masturbation, filming, pseudo incest, idk what else to put

batman masterlist

I originally planned to have this posted almost two months ago, but then my cat, Cotton Candy, died. And then my other cat, KitKat, got sick a month later, and after syringe feeding her for two weeks, she died, too.

So, yeah. Fanfic author curse is real, I guess.

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Jason is in the midst of freeing himself of the Red Hood uniform when his phone buzzes from the couch, where he haphazardly tossed it upon returning to the safe house after a night of solo patrol; he sighs and ignores it, stripping himself from the rest of his uniform and his underclothes, leaving him in nothing but his Arsenal themed boxers, a black base with little red arrows and gray trucker hats scattered about and the words "Arsenal's Property" sprawled across the ass in fancy, red cursive lettering, custom ordered by Roy as a gag Valentines Day present a couple of years ago (he also owns a pair of Nightwing and Flash boxers, gags gift from all three of his partners that he wore regularly on nights like these, when he's stuck in Gotham by himself, missing his boyfriends who all are on a mission- though normally, they aren't all on the same mission, and Jason is just a little bit salty about it).

The phone buzzes again and this time, Jason picks it up, three messages lit up on his lockscreen under Roy's contact. Jason opens his phone to view the messages, one reading, "missing you jaybaby <3", the second showing a picture of Dick in nothing but his Red Hood red underwear and sitting in Wally's fully clothed lap, the gingers hands on Dick's chest and Dick's hands buried in Wally's fluffy red hair, and the last message being of a video, the starting screen showing an imagine of Wally in all his glory, one hand closed around his erect cock and the other over his mouth, like he's trying to keep quiet, and his eyes are wide open, seemingly staring at something to the side of the camera.

Jason flushes, warmth beginning to swirl around inside his gut as he sits down on the couch, tapping the play button.

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Roy hums into Wally's clothed stomach as the speedster runs his fingers through the other man's greasy hair and asks about the science behind some of Roy's trick arrows, the archer nodding in affirmation to Wally's most recent question, when Wally suddenly stops playing with the others hair and ceases his questioning, and Roy looks up at him in question only to see him staring at something behind Roy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Turning his head, Roy wolf whistles at the sight before his eyes, a grin settling on his face; Dick is standing in front of the bed bare ass naked, and what a fine ass it is, back turned to his two ginger boyfriends as he rummages through his suitcase, pulling out a pair of red boxer shorts- the same exact shade as Jason's Red Hood helmet- and turns around, showing off his bush and smirking at the sight of the others as he steps into the underwear, pulling them up his legs. He doesn't put on a shirt, breasts on full display.

"You're drooling, Walls."

Wally wipes at his mouth with his hand. "You're just that hot, babe."

"Yeah," Roy nods in agreement and sits up from his place between Wally's thick speedster thighs, grin still on his face "I'd kill to be in that bush."

"Go take a shower, Roy." Dick smiles as he speaks, walking to the bed to lightly shove the archer off, who dramatically stumbles for a second before catching himself. The ravenette pulls him into a quick kiss then shoos him away, watching him walk to the bathroom Dick had just exited and listening for the sound of the water turning back on.

Dick crawls into Wally's lap at the sound of the water running, legs on either side of the latter's strong thighs. Wally is fully clothed, preferring the comfort of his Nightwing themed lounge pants and one of his old Flash t-shirts from before he became The Flash himself, the logo faded to almost nothing, while Dick prefers little clothes after bathing. Wally's hands easily find his boyfriends hips, Dicks hands running over Wally's shoulders to the back of his neck, curling the gingers hair around his fingers, and they both lean in, capturing each other's lips in a soft kiss.

"You taste like cookies." Dick speaks as he pulls away from the kiss, eyes roaming Wally's face, silently counting the freckles dusting his skin.

Wally hums, eyes closed as he soaks in his lover's attention, content. "Flavored lip balm. Do you like it?"

Leaning in for another kiss, Dick whispers "yes" against the speedsters' lips. His tongue darts out to lick at Wally's flavored lips, savoring the sweet taste of cookie lip balm, and Wally lets out a small groan into Dick's mouth, who takes the chance to slip his tongue inside the gingers mouth. As they kiss, the ravenette reaches for one of the hands on his waist, slowly guiding Wally to his chest, and he shivers as the hand cups his breast and thumbs over his nipple, bringing his own hand back to Wally's neck and burying his fingers in the others hair, lightly gripping as Wally begins to tweak his nipple. Dick's body reacts to his boyfriends' touch, hips rolling and grinding against Wally, who bucks his own hips up to meet Dicks, the movement and pressure going straight to the pair's groins, Wally's length hardening within the confines of his pants and moisture growing between Dicks legs.

As the pair continue to grind against one another, kissing and groping and moaning, Roy finishes his shower, exiting the hotel bathroom in nothing but a white towel that sits low on his waist, happy trail on display. He whistles again as he takes in the beauty that is his lovers moving together through gasps and pants, hands roaming each other's bodies. He wants to preserve the moment, to capture the charm and elegance that his boyfriends possess, that their bodies emit as passion and pleasure takes over and bubbles around them, spilling over their surroundings and filling the air with a pure, unfiltered lust that has Roy's whole body enveloped in warmth. The archer leans against the dresser/TV stand combo that sits on the wall across from the bed and grabs his phone from the corner where he set it when they came in, opening his camera to capture his lover's passion in a photograph- Dick's near naked body in Wally's lap, the two kissing and grinding as Wally gropes at Dick's bare skin and Dick tugs at Wally's ginger locks.

"Jay's gonna love this." Roy speaks as the picture is taken, then sets his phone back down, admiring his present boyfriend's bodies, their love, and the two take a minute to keep pressing against one another before they're pulling away to catch their breaths, and Dick turns his head to look at Roy, panting as he smiles.

"Wanna make him a movie, baby?" Wally whines and buries his head in the crevice between Dicks neck and shoulder, pressing kisses to his naturally tan skin. "You like that, Walls?"

Wally nods into the ravenettes neck, teeth grazing skin as he begins to lick and suck and nip.

"I think we should make him the star, yeah?" Roy's voice is deep, raspy with lust, and the words force another whine from Wally's throat.

Dick smirks in agreement. "Yeah." And then he's lifting himself from Wally's lap and off the bed, standing despite Wally's protesting, hands grabbing at Dick's arms in attempt to keep him there, held against Wally's warm body. Leaning down, Dick presses a soft kiss to Wally's lips and holds his face in his hands, forcing Wally to look up at him from his spot on the bed. "Wanna put on a show for Jason, baby?" Wally nods. "Be a good boy and listen to me then, okay?"

Wally nods again, a soft "okay" leaving his lips as he nuzzles into his boyfriend's hands.

"Good boy." Dick holds Wally's head against his chest for a moment, petting his ginger locks as Wally gives a sweet kiss to his breast. Then, Dick is pulling away, ordering Wally to strip as he walks towards where Roy is still leaning up against the dresser, watching them with a look of fondness.

He greets Roy with a kiss that ends as quick as it started, then stands pressed up against him, wrapping an arm around Roy's waist as an arm twice the size of Dick's own is wrapping around his shoulder, the two leaning on one another. Roy has his phone out again before Dick even has to ask, but Wally is already out of his clothes by the time he presses record; no matter, more interesting things will be happening tonight.

"What should we have him do first, doll?" The question is directed towards Dick, and he hums at Roy's words.

"I wanna see how long he can touch himself without cumming." Dick pauses to gauge Wally's reaction, who's erect cock twitches at the words. "You think Jason will like that?

Roy nods, because Jason is into that (especially when Jason himself is the one not allowed to cum). "Jaybird will love it."

"You heard him, Walls, be a good boy and touch yourself for us. For Jay."

Wally does as told, hand taking hold of his cock, thumb swiping over the slit and rubbing pre over himself, beginning to jerk himself as he watches Dick and Roy watch him. Dicks fingers rub lazy circles around his clit through his boxers, though his eyes are trained on Wally, watching the way the speedster strokes himself. Roy isn't touching himself, but the towel is gone, polling around his feet on the floor, and his cock is erect, standing tall and curved slightly to the left. He presses hot kisses into the skin of Dicks neck, pausing occasionally to suck and bite until a red mark blossoms like roses in the spring, and when Wally looks at Roy, Roy looks right back instantly, staring into Wally's eyes despite his mouth being attached to their boyfriend's neck. Wally's cock twitches in his hand, more pre beading from the tip and spilling over, dribbling down his cock and over his hand.

When he looks back over to Dick, he has to squeeze the base of his shaft, because Dick's underwear have been pushed halfway down his thighs and he has three fingers inside his pussy, and when he pulls them out, they're covered in a sheen liquid, before he pushes them right back in, and then Roy is moving his hand from around Dicks shoulder and down his back, then to his ass, then between his legs; Dick moans as the tip of Roy's index finger enters his already full cunt, and Wally groans in response as he throws his free hand over his mouth to quiet himself, the scene, the sounds all too much-

Spurts of cum erupt from Wally's cock, coating his stomach and hand in milky white: the first of many orgasms this night.

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conscbgb · 10 months

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Bye bye Mangchi lockscreen 👋

Welcome BOYFRIEND lockscreen 🙌😎

Junseong new ls: he can finally showoff his beautiful bf on the phone too

SH in the meantime doing his bf fingers sign 😎

#junseong #seongho #junseongho #his man 2

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ateez-amanda · 2 years

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Inside Amanda’s Phone

masterlist

taglist: @skzfairies, @3nhyp3nn [send an ask if you want to be on/off the taglist]

Phone Case & AirPod case

note: amanda drew the artwork on the air pod and the cursive writing on the phone case says 'just keep it up' which are the lyrics from sunrise

Lock Screen

note: ofc she has a photo of her and her members (mingi, wooyoung, and jongho aka maknae line but sadly w/o sannie as he didn’t join in on time😔) being goofy as her lockscreen

Homescreen

note: a discreet photo of hannie and amanda since they can’t be exposing their relationship. jeonghan was playing w/ amanda’s hand like he normally does and amanda was bored so she began doodling on their fingers, this being one of them

Contacts Names

Hongjoong ➳ capt. jjoongie 🏴‍☠️/ mandi🧜🏽‍♀️

hongjoong somehow got a hold of her phone while in the studio one day and saw his contact name as leader joongie and changed it to capt. joong

she's in this pirate sh*t for life

she change it to capt. jjoongie later

he put his fav nickname for her w/ a mermaid bc she basically is one

Seonghwa ➳ momma hwa🌸/ baby aera💕

pretty self explanatory

they r mother and daughter duo

Yunho ➳ yunHOE🕺🏻🍑/ mandeee🤸🏽💃🏽

she always call him this when they are not on camera

honestly if there was a twerking emoji she would have put it there

Yeosang ➳ sangie 💅 / she-devil😈

bc he’s a sassy b*tch and she is a devil in disguise

San ➳ inSANity⛰ / queen aera👑

bc her sanity goes out the window everytime they are together

Mingi ➳ minki mouse🐭🎀/ manny mouse🐭👔

matching contact names to their respective nicknames

Wooyoung ➳ 🚨WeeWOO🚨 / butthead😌

another one that is pretty self explanatory

he originally had her as ‘mandi🥰’ until he found his contact name on her phone and changed it as revenge

Jongho ➳ lil bro🐻/ didi❄️

jongho put didi as her contact name after she told him it means elder sister in hindi

now he keeps calling her that

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chromehcart · 8 months

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timeline: september 2015

event: tour q&a

members: all

A young girl around fourteen with braces and a t-shirt the reads #CAMDDIE IS REAL leant into the microphone that was held up to her by the event staff.

With a smile, Alvin asked "What's your name?"

The girl laughed nervously. "Oh my God," she breathed. "I'm Mandy."

"Hi, Mandy," Alvin smiled again, obviously trying to soothe her nerves. "What's your question?"

Mandy cleared her throat, then very seriously asked "What's your guys' lockscreens?"

As they all pulled their phones out of their pockets, Alvin replied, "Thank you for your question, Mandy." He showed his screen to the audience. "Mine is a picture of my girlfriend, Ashley, and our dog Jitterbug."

Ross was the next to respond, flipping his phone out to show the crowd. "It's a picture of my dog, Roc Nation." The audience breaks out into "awws".

From beside him, Derek John whooped, "Big Roc!"

"I cannot believe you named your dog after a record label," Eddie said, voice full of disbelief.

Ross shrugged. "It just fits him. Your turn, man."

Eddie flashed his screen to the audience. "Mine is a picture of Rihanna because she's the most gorgeous woman in the world. I think it's from, like, an award show, but I don't know which one."

Alvin laughed. "Derek John is, like, bouncing out of his seat right now because he's so excited to show y'all."

"Do not show them!" Cam exclaimed, pouting at Derek John, who was grinning like a mad man. "I won't talk to you for the rest of the day."

"That's a risk I'm wiling to take. I have to show them! Mandy asked!" Derek John said. He got out of his seat, proudly flipping his phone around to show the crowd. "Mine is a collage of Cam that I saved from an account I follow on Twitter. Isn't it so cute?"

"I hate you more than anything in the whole world," Cam groaned. "Why do you love to embarrass me so bad all the time?"

Derek John frowned at him. "I'm not trying to embarrass you, I really think it's cute!" He walked over and hugged Cam from behind. "You're the cutest person in the woooorld."

Cam scoffed, fighting a smile, "You're full of sh-"

Eddie cut off Cam's swear, shouting, "Alright, lovebirds, break it up!" The crowd erupted with chatter, whispers from girls whispering "Oh my God, he was jealous" and "Camddie!". Eddie cleared his throat. "Show your lockscreen, Short Stack."

Cam begrudingly pushed Derek John off of him, showing the audience his screen. "It's a picture of all of us when we started the tour."

"Wait, that's so sweet?" Ross said, visibly surprised.

Cam laughed. "Why do you sound so shocked?"

"You're not very sentimental, bub," Alvin admitted.

Ross nodded in agreement. "I didn't think you liked us like that."

Cam laughed again, along with the crowd.

#— writing.#— 2015.#— all.

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