#e.blockwars

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he actually needs to be humbled so bad. or be a pillow princess. his back is hurting after carrying so hard. i cant make up my mind. insanity

(I don’t know if the second pillow princess ask was also you but i’m gonna address that later lol. wait a bit for that one cause ill have his team members there probably. i have hbg brain rot right now. and fulham was there. so. ficlet below!)

feinberg says goodbye to the interviewers, to his team, and lingers on the server to take a look at the leaderboard one more time. One more glance at the disgusting performance he put up. Before he can log out, a familiar hand lands on his shoulder, and it’s the face of a man whose team he’s just put in a firm second place.

fulham congratulates him at first, because he’s not about to be an asshole just yet. feinberg gleams beneath the praise, only barely pretending to be humble under the familiar presence.

and then his hand grabs for his waist, and another on his shoulder pushes him against the wall. fulham is still smiling, and fein too stunned and confused to quip back and before he knows it fulham has a knee between his thighs and a firm grip on his hair. His voice is painfully british, as it always is, and almost still out of breath. “It’s so fucking annoying playing with you, bro.”

It’s the afterglow of victory that makes him like this. “Yeah? Fuck are you gonna do about it?”

“Nah, shut up, Fein. This isn’t construction anymore.”

He has the decency not to try and remove the layers of fabric between them while they’re still on the server, even if it’s nearly empty now. Fulham’s knee grinds up against his cock, sudden and without warning, and Fein lets out a strangled moan that he scoffs at. There’s a moment where Fein thinks it’ll turn out to be a silly little prank, which shatters immediately when Fulham grinds up harder.

he melts into it, almost going limp. “No, this is embarrassing, dude. You gotta stop acting like a goddamn bitch in heat for once.”

“Fuck off, sore loser,” he whines back.

“Ohhhh, so you can jerk off in your sad little hand?”

Thankfully— or maybe unfortunately— Fulham doesn’t need to do much more. Admittedly, Fein had already been pathetically hard for a while, could you blame him? it doesn’t take much longer before the front of his pants are sticky with his release, his cock twitching against Fulham’s knee.

the hand in his hair loosens, patting his head condescendingly. He gets a few seconds to catch his breath, before Fulham is pulling at him again. The rest of their friends will want to congratulate him too, after all.

[hunger-reset]

cant stop imagining the blcok wars team all pampering fein like a pillow princess after all that glaze. its so wild how feins friends will make fun of him and then these people hes just met worship the ground he walks on after he carries them

Everyone needs to thank super for drooling over that man so much he manages to get the rest of his team to join in.

they let him stand in the center during the group photo. they crowd around him as the interviewers come in, taking turns to interject super’s speech, everyone gets to mention at least once how fucking good their s-tier was, how he’s the best in the game, how tall and attractive and nice his voice is. they ask if he’s single but come on it doesn’t really matter right

I don’t think Fein lets the rest of the team fuck him outright from the start. but I do think super manages to get him somewhere private, the players hotel room, whatever, who cares. and feinberg knows super and knows the type of person he is so he allows him in, rubbing his shoulders and pushing close and basking in their shared victory. and then super is on his knees and peering up at fein with big eyes and asking nicely to do something for him for once, and his mouth is so warm around his cock that fein nearly doesn’t notice the sound of the door creaking open.

the rest of the team mutually decide that it’s not fair for super to get their captain all to himself, right? like, come on, the favouritism can’t be that blatant. fein is nervous and uncertain for a while around near strangers but it’s harder to stay that way when they’ve been singing your praises for the past few hours. and it feels nice. he’ll admit it. he likes being the center of attention sometimes. a lot of the time.

they bicker about who gets to get fucked by him first, expecting the most dominant minecraft player of all time to be, well, yknow. offhandedly someone jokes about fucking him instead and when fein does a painfully bad job at hiding his flushing face, that’s what they agree on. in his defence, he’s doing a fairly good job at keeping his composure even as he’s being railed into the mattress, gently, reverently, almost. but he’s been keeping his composure for a long fucking time.

anyway i’m running out of time 💔 they should make it a competition to see who can make him moan the loudest

[hunger-reset]

THAT BLOCKWARS PERFORMANCE GOD DAMN. HOLY AURA. HOLY GLAZE. HE IS PREENING RIGHT NOW. AHHHHH. SOMEONE DO SOMETHING TO HIM BEFORE THE EGO GETS TOO HUGE

did you hear what his teammate said about needing to be feins biggest enemy so his ego didn’t get too big lmao. yeah. yeah they’re celebratory fucking. his teammates are getting so excited when the interviewers glaze him and feins acting so nonchalant but like come the fuck on bro who do you think you’re fooling. look at him watching his blitz hunt clip back, dude he wants to fuck himself so bad

supertf is insane and disgusting. like can he keep it in his pants oh my goodness. do you hear them being more and more impressed with him over time like oh wowwww. he wants that cookie so bad. supertf needs it more than I do and honestly that’s a bit impressive !!! this interview overall is just disgusting though like okay get on that pedestal bro

i don’t blame his teammates though if i had him comming this entire event, I too would be gagging for it. I always am!