#fucking love me a chair in a museum
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Me: This is a rocking chair designed by a guy named Bugatti. Is that like. THE Bugatti?
Them: It’s the father of the car guy Bugatti.
Me: Fastest rocking chair ever, I’m guessing.
[ID: A photograph of a stylish wooden rocking chair, a seat and back with no arms and a sinuous leg design; it is glassed in, and the placard nearby reads “Rocker, about 1903″ and attributes the design to a Carlo Bugatti.]
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heyy, i love your work, i was wondering if you could write a fic based on the song ‘the other woman’ by lana del rey where the reader is the other woman. you could do it about any member :)
this is my first ever request since i’ve been on this app so i hope i did it right 😭
The other Woman • Hwang Hyunjin
thank you so much! i’m so happy that your first ask was on my acc! i hope you like it<3
warnings: suggestive(no explicit smut), arguing, infidelity, toxic relationship, plot twist at the end;)
"I have to go, beautiful." Hyunjin leaned down to kiss your forehead after pulling his pants up and buttoning them. He placed his hand on the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. "She'll get suspicious if I stay any longer."
This was normal for you, yours and Hyunjin's little routine. He'd take you out to dinner and treat you like a princess, paying for your meals and anything else you could possibly want. Holding your hand and taking you places you've only dreamed of going, then he'd take you home --your home-- and he'd fuck you like there was no tomorrow. And then he'd leave to do the same things with his wife.
You never understood why he pursued you the way he did when he had someone at home to take care of, but you didn't care enough to bring it up. Why would you? You have everything a young woman could ever want; a young, handsome, rich man who gives you anything you want. But only a few times a week. It's okay though, that just gives you plenty of time to do things that you enjoy like reading and going to museums and admiring the beautiful pieces of art that you wished you could just shove in your bag and take home with you.
"Okay," You said with a tired smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Actually, I meant to tell you, I won't be able to come over tomorrow. Apparently, Violet has a family reunion, and she wants me to accompany her." He stated as he pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed his bag from the chair in the corner of your room.
Violet. Such a pretty name for such a lucky woman.
"Oh." Was all you replied with.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, of course not, these things happen," You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into as soon as you entered this relationship, if it can even be called that. "Just text me when you can. let me know when you want to meet up."
"Of course." He smiled.
He kissed you deeply before he left that night, almost making you forget that he had someone at home waiting for him, and you would be left here, cold and alone.
That text that he promised didnt come until a week later.
"I miss the way you feel wrapped around me." Was all that the message contained. You liked to imagine he was talking about your warm embrace, but you knew that wasn't true. He just wanted to feel an unfamiliar body underneath his.
You weren't sure how you ended up like this. When you first met Hyunjin he was sweet and caring, attentively listened to you while you complained about your bad day at work and massaged away all the soreness in your muscles. You can't remember the last time he's taken you out to dinner or bought you flowers. Now you were just his escape from his nagging wife.
You put up with the constant shame and guilt you felt for being with someone who already had their someone, because you thought that maybe his love for you would grow and that maybe someday Hyunjin would realize that you're the one he wants to spend every waking moment with and not someone else. But as your love for him grew your patience shrunk until one day you snapped.
Hyunjin was collecting his things after he had finished what he came here for, which was to get his dick wet and nothing more. "I won't see you again after tonight."
Hyunjin stopped in his tracks and stared at you with wide eyes. "What do you mean by that?"
"I mean I deserve more than this. I deserve to have someone's full attention and all of their heart." You held yourself together, determined not to cry Infront of him. He doesn't deserve your tears.
"Baby, what are you even talking about?" He knelt down in front of you and placed his hand on your shaking knees. "Of course, I love you."
"No, you don't," You shook your head. "You love my body, you love having someone at your disposal, someone you can use only for your own pleasure. If you loved me even in the slightest there wouldn't be another woman getting the treatment that I crave so fucking much." All the emotion you've kept stuffed away finally revealed itself in the form of a single tear running down your cheek.
It was silent for a long time before Hyunjin spoke. "I'll leave her." You snapped your head up so fast that it hurt. "If that's what you want than I'll do it." The way he worded it as if it was your choice whether his marriage ended or not made you sick to your stomach, but you couldn't deny that you felt a flutter of hope in your chest that maybe this didn't have to end after all. But you're smarter than that. He says this now, but he doesn't mean it, and even if he did you wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing that a woman who did nothing wrong was out there most likely crying herself to sleep while your warm and safe in the love of her life's arms.
"No, be with her. I'll be okay." That was a complete lie but even after everything he's done, you still don't want him to worry about you.
"Please don't do this to me. I love you and I want to be with you. He held on to your legs tighter.
"Funny, isn't that what you told her when you vowed in front of God and everyone that your love for her would be eternal." His mouth snapped shut and his hands left your legs before he stood. He leaned down and before you could register what was happening his lips were on yours. You immediately reciprocated, leaning forward and pressing yourself closer into him. He was so intoxicating, the way his tongue glided with yours so smoothly had you in a trance; you snapped out of it when he placed his right knee on the bed beside you and started pushing you backwards. "No!" you shoved him away. He stumbled backwards but regained his balance quickly. "I'm not doing this with you, Hyunjin. I can't do this anymore, its wrong."
"Since when do you have morals?" His voice was louder this time, he was pissed.
"I've always had them, but I put them aside because I love you!" It was your turn to stand up and look him square in the face. "But the longer we do this the more I realize that this isn't love, its obsession and its toxic. You never loved me Hyunjin you were curious about infidelity, and I was an easy target because my standards were so fucking low that I actually settled for you."
"Fuck this, I don't have to sit here and listen to you degrade me like this." He grabbed his bag and left, but not without slamming the door behind him.
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The past month has been hell. After laying in your bed for an entire week you decided to pack up all of Hyunjins things and throw them out, the smell of him that was radiating off of them was making you sick to your stomach every time you walked in the room. And then you went to the mall to treat yourself to a new outfit, you wanted something that didn't have any memories of him attached to it. A trip to your favorite coffee shop followed after that. you hadn't been her in a while and you missed the smell of fresh espresso as you walked in the door.
After getting yourself your favorite -a butter pecan macchiato and a small triple chocolate brownie (they were out of doughnuts)- You sat in the best spot in the entire shop, in a little booth in the corner right next to the window, where you could watch the leaves that had no color left in them fall to the ground only to get trampled over by the passing pedestrians. The leaves reminded you a lot of yourself in a way, but you hoped you never had to fall again.
"Hi," a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You turned to find yourself looking up at a very handsome young man. His hair was blonde, and it came down to his shoulders. he had an apron on, and a big smile plastered across his face, little freckles decorated his cheeks. "I saw you bought one of the brownies, it's a new recipe I tried, and I wanted to ask if you enjoyed it."
"Oh," You blinked up at him. "Um yeah it's really good, maybe my new favorite."
"Oh, thank god," He let out a sigh of relief. "I was worried that it wouldn't be any good. See a couple of the ingredients I use were sold out, so I had to substitute-" He stooped in the middle of his sentence. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling. I tend to do that a lot."
"No, it's okay," You huffed out a laugh. He was so cute. "Now I'm curious about what ingredients were sold out." You joked.
He smiled widely at you and stretched his hand out. "I'm Felix."
You hesitated but took his hand anyway. "Nice to meet you, Felix."
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Blorbo thought of the day #7
Call me: (feral!Steven Grant x fem!reader)
Summary: Steven needs you. What else is new?
Genre: pwp, established relationship
Author’s note: ya seemed to enjoy feral!Steven getting sucked off and so… I brought him back. So, here is Steven just being all out needy and desperate for you… at the most inconvenient of times. (Dashes of Marc.)
Warnings: masturbation (at work), phone sex, sorta dirty talk.
MINORS (and ageless/untitled blogs) interacting will be blocked. 18+ only
“I’ve got a bit of a problem,” Steven breathes through the phone, and you immediately note how his voice sounds alarmingly wobbly.
In response, you pace just as urgently to your office, seeking privacy, and keeping your voice hushed as you swerve through the corridors. “What is it? Is everything alright?”
“Mmhmph. I need you.” His voice is quivering now, and it only adds to your sudden, spiking concern. “So good to hear your voice, I…”
“Okay. Okay, Steven, I can be there,” you reassure without a second thought, clicking your office door closed behind you and scanning your desk for your car keys. “Just tell me what happened.”
“Oh. Oh, no. I’m fine, love,” Steven backtracks. “I don’t want to worry you. It’s just. It’s just that I… I need you.” His emphasis on the word need is a little bratty. Almost petulant. Stretched out, low and slow.
Oh. Oh it’s like that, is it?
You plonk yourself down into your office chair, with relief that he’s okay. And then, it doesn’t take long at all for you to reframe the conversation so far. To rethink the breathiness and tremor in his voice.
You recognise it.
That desperation.
That want; the pleas normally delivered into your skin, your throat, your arousal, spoken in between obedient swipes of his tongue.
“Oh, you do, baby? Well, I need you too, Steven,” you purr, voice hushed - as though someone else in the building could possibly hear you, even though you’re relatively sure that would be impossible. You slam the lid on your laptop shut all the same though, just in case you somehow initiate a video call against all conceivable odds. Then, licking your lips, you think up something tantalising to offer him, and it doesn’t take you long. “Just wait until later, baby. I’ll take all of you in my mouth until-“
“-No.”
“No?” But he usually likes that.
“No. I can’t wait,” he pleads, and the neediness in his hoarse, fractured voice has you pulsing with your own want. Squeezing your thighs unconsciously together. “You’ve got to help me. Please.”
“Fuck. Where are you?”
“I’m downstairs. In inventory.” You bite your lip. Steven hates that room. His need must really be a problem if he’s willingly taken himself down there. Out of sight. He must really be driven to distraction, and God, the thought of him working himself up behind that gift shop desk - with no possible hope of relieving himself - makes you feel some kind of way.
“Are you alone?”
“Of course I’m alone. I’ve had to lock the bloody door, haven’t I? I’ll get blimmin’ arrested if I walk around the museum with this in my trousers.” Your mind short-circuits a little at the thought of his bulging arousal. “I’m just so… uhhhhh. You have to help me, love. Can’t stop thinking about you and your beautiful body and I…” he huffs a punched breath into the receiver. “I need you.” The plea sends a warm honey melting through you core, and you can’t help but tease the pad of your finger along the centre seam of your trousers, enjoying the pressure against your now aching clit.
“Mmmm. Are you all hard for me, Steven?”
“Y-yes,” he flusters, and you can imagine his pretty eyelashes fanning against his cheek. “Aching. I thought hearing your voice would make it better but it’s… even harder to… concentrate on anythin’ else…”
Fuck.
The effect you have on him. How open he is with his want. Some men would be derogatory about how earnest Steven is, you’re sure. Personally, however, you find a man who knows what he wants and who isn’t afraid of it so endlessly hot. Especially, of course, when what he wants so badly is you.
Thinking quickly, you unfurl your headphones from your pocket, plugging them into your phone and leaving it on the desk. If you’re going to make Steven come, you want it in surround sound. And, of course, you might just want your own hands entirely free, after all. “It’s okay, Steven,” you soothe, voice smooth as silk and dousing some of his urgency. You hear a relieved exhale sound into the shell of your ear. “I’m going to help you, baby boy. Don’t worry. I’m here.”
“Th-thank you.”
“Good, Steven. Now. Can you… can you take yourself out of your pants?” You fight now to keep your own voice level, your chest heaving slightly - getting worked up for him too.
“Wh-what? Here? You can’t be bloody serious. Donna would have a-“
“-Yes. Right there, Steven,” you say more firmly. “It’ll be okay. It’ll be good. Can you do that for me?”
You can tell that he doesn’t have the will to argue. That he wants this. “O-okay. One sec. I’m gonna-”
You vaguely hear the clink of a belt buckle being loosened. Imagine that you hear the crank of a zip. But you most definitely do hear Steven’s muffled groan into the receiver, which lets you know - with certainty- that he’s now gripping his aching, weighty shaft in his broad, warm hand.
Tension hangs taut on the line, and his voice comes back little more than a whisper - which somehow fills your head all the same. “What now?”
“Move your hand, Steven. Up and down that thick shaft of yours. Really slow. Don’t rush.” Steven is breathing so hard that the sound crackles through your headphones, like a rumble of thunder in your head. “Are you hard, baby boy? Tell me.”
“‘M so hard.”
“Feel tender?” Steven’s in the most sensitive cock you’ve had. You think of the way he jerks and bucks against every touch. The way the flushed head of him throbs. The gusts of breath which billows out as his hands twist in the sheets. As he tries to stave off his end and fails. As you make him come over and over, just the way he likes, until he’s made a mess of himself, load after load covering his toned stomach. Edging him and milking him until he can’t take it anymore - and still, he begs you not to stop.
“Mmmmhmmm,” he hums affirmatively.
“Most sensitive cock I’ve had, aren’t you, my sweet thing?”
His breath and his voice are shaking now, fluttering against the receiver like fragile bird’s wings. “Y-yes. Only for you. Make me feel so g-good.”
“Mmm, Steven. Fuck. You’re making me all wet at my desk, do you know that? Keep touching yourself for me. Don’t you dare stop.”
“Won’t. Can’t stop. Anything you say.”
“That’s good, sweet boy.”
“W-will you… will you do it with me? Can you? Please.” The words are being squeezed out of him now, the way the circle of his fist must be squeezing down on his shaft. Gripping himself hard. Rolling his palm over the sensitive head of him, spreading that leaked bead of slick over his flushed, veined length. “Need to hear you, darling. B-been thinking about it all morning. The way you moaned into my ear last night when we made you cum. Like an angel, so beautiful. Keep thinking about you touching me. Making me give you everything, love.”
You can’t be blamed, can you, for popping the button on your trousers. For slipping them down around your ankles beneath the desk so you can part your legs just enough. For dragging your knickers aside just enough to skim a finger through your heat, finding it sensitive and slick. “I’m soaking, Steven. All wet for you. Do you want me to touch myself? Is that what you need?”
“Yes.” The man sounds broken. Levelled by want. You think back to how shy he was when you’d first gotten to know him. When he’d never had anyone touch him like that. About how quickly all of that unravelled as soon as you had gotten your hands - and mouth, and heat- on him.
“I’m going to put a finger inside of myself now, just for you.”
“No,” he counters.
“No?”
“Two. Spread yourself open.”
“Fuck. Okay.” You slip two fingers inside of yourself and you find that your cunt swallows them eagerly, so ready to be filled. “Still touching yourself for me too?”
“Yes. I wanna…”
“What do you want?”
“Wanna be good for you.”
Hnnng. From the bashfulness in his tone you can imagine the crimson flush creeping up his neck and reddening his cheeks all too well. You wonder if, with your words, you can make him blush more deeply again, even if you aren’t there to see it. “You are good for me,” you purr, and his breaths grow more ragged, the sounds coming hard and fast through the headphones. “You’re so good for me, Steven. So handsome. So beautiful. Touching yourself so well. Going to give me everything, aren’t you?”
“Mmmhhhmmm.”
“Use your words, baby boy. How does it feel? Tell me.”
“N-nothing like you,” he stutters. “But f-feels good. Feels n-nice.
You moan too, as you pulse your two fingers inside your heat, curling them and gathering up your dripping juices. Steven moans too as he hears your own sounds filter through the phone, and you can only imagine the glassy-eyed, pussy-drunk look washing over his face.
“So beautiful,” he gushes. “Want to be inside you.”
“Steven.”
“Again. Please.”
“What, baby?”
“Touch yourself, and say my name again. Please. Not anyone else. Need you all for myself.”
“Who’s a greedy little thing today, hmm?”
“Yeah. I am. Don’t care. Want you to be all mine. Need you so badly. Please.”
His broken, cracked apart plea breaks you, and you relish the pressure and glide of the slick pads of your fingers as you circle them against your wanting clit. “Steven,” you suspire, and that’s a wrecked sound too. You realise then the state you’re in, his brazen want inching you towards your own precipice. Dragging you over that edge with him. “Fuck, Steven, you’re going to make me come at my desk.”
“Want you to. Need you to. Please.”
“Are you close?”
“I’m going to make a mess.”
“Mmmm. That sounds delicious.”
Steven submits some broken apart syllables to you then, unable to get his words out.
“What is it, baby boy?”
“What should I think about when I…?” He huffs out a taut, loaded breath, and you know it signals that he is close to his end.
You increase the pressure and ministrations of your own hand, thinking about him doing the same. Thinking about how, if he were here, he could so easily glide the swollen head of him inside you and pulse himself into the depths of you. “Think about opening me up on your cock, Steven. Think about-“
That’s enough.
That’s enough and Steven’s blissed-out noises fill your head. You slip your fingers back inside of yourself as you picture him spilling himself over his own knuckles, the slight look of awe and surprise that always settles over his pretty face when he comes undone for you. You thumb at your clit and it’s enough. More than enough as Steven’s breathy noises punctuate each relieving pulse of his cock.
“Yes, that’s it, Steven. I’m coming now too. Fuck, baby. So good for me.”
Shit. You’re coming hard. So hard that you buck yourself against your own hand. That you screw your eyes shut as his disbelieving moans fill your head, right in the shell of your ear as though he is next to you. The sensations explode out through your whole body and you shudder with aftershocks, nervy and shaking, and sitting in a pool of your own juices on the sticky, faux leather office chair.
You relish it. Stay silent for a moment as you listen to Steven squeeze out every last drop. Wring himself dry. You enjoy each little nuance and variation of his ragged breaths right in your ear. All his little noises as he comes down, increasingly slow instead of urgent. Calm and sated rather than distressed. “Mmmm,” he hums as you curl your fingers inside of you one more time, the sound drawing a final, blooming aftershock from you which seeps warmly through your core. “Thank you, love.”
“Better?” You smile softly, feeling sleepy and cosy, despite it being the middle of the day. Despite being in your goddamn office.
“Much, thank you. You’re a goddess, you know?”
“So I’ve been told,” you smile, thinking of the man who has met actual deities and still sees fit to address you as such. It makes you feel special. Continues the warm buzz emanating through your body.
“Are you all gooey now?”
“I’ve made quite the mess,” you giggle.
“Me too.”
“Can you clean up?”
“Think so. Mostly went on the wall, thankfully. Bugger - there’s so bloody much of it.”
“Just couldn’t wait for me, baby?”
“No, angel.” There is a beat, as Steven’s feral state recedes, and his unfortunate thud back to reality begins. “Oh god, you weren’t busy when I called, were you, love?”
“Nah. Was only in a meeting with Royce. The twatty foxhunter prick?” Steven hums to signal he remembers. “Trust me. This was much more fun.”
“I’m glad. I’m gonna have to go though, love, I’m so sorry to dash.” You glance at the clock. He doesn’t have long left of his lunch break. “I love you, so much.”
“I love you too, Steven.”
“See you later tonight, yeah?”
“Bye, baby.”
You feel blissed out as you prepare to hang-up the call; however, something prevents you from doing so. Another, even more unexpected voice on the line.
“Wait. Don’t hang up.”
Marc.
Your stomach churns pleasantly, wondering if he’s been listening to you. Maybe even watching Steven. “I’m here. Been missing you.” It’s been a few days since he fronted.
“Good. ‘Cause it’s my turn next. How’s that little clit feeling, princess? Can it take another thrashing?”
“Jesus, Marc.”
“What? Getting Steven all worked up like that… Think you don’t do the exact same thing to me?”
“Mmmmph.” Words fail you right now, honestly. Sometimes, you truly can’t believe how lucky you are. “Alright. Tell me then. How can I be of service to you, Marc?”
“First thing’s first. Send me a picture of the mess you made.”
A dark smirk blooms over your mouth. “I will if you will.”
There is a beat. You hang on his every word, until he responds to you. “Copy that. But you’ll have to get me to make one first.”
Well. You might be in the office, but today, you really love your job.
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Best friend's girlfriend| Sam and Colby x reader
You, Sam and Colby were friends from school. Even back in Kansas, but eventually you started to grow apart. However a few years passed and you and Colby got in touch again and became close. In fact so close that you started dating.
Dating Colby meant seeing Sam a lot as well of course. You were currently on the couch in their living room cuddling with Colby, sharing soft small kisses.
Sam passed by saying hi and glancing at you for a few seconds. You had no idea he was in love with you since high school and it really pained him seeing you with Colby, his best friend. He and Katrina broke up a while ago and seeing you so often brought back the old feelings.
You went to a bunch of investigations with them as well. Always very participant and willing to test your limits. You were like Sam in this sense. Which meant you were the one sitting in the devil's chair this time as you went to Zach's museum again. You had the headphones on doing the Estes method in the chair. Sam was asking questions.
“ Is someone here with us?”
“ Yes”
“ Do you recognize us? We were here before”
“ You…almost…mine “
That scared them. Because Sam had an intense session there and probably wasn't too far from being possessed.
“ Have you.. have you been trying to posses me back then?”
“That was a deep laugh.”
“ You can't touch or hurt any of us you do not have permission to do anything”
“ Need it.. don't…secret…love..her.. Sam!”
Both boys looked at each other scared and confused, before pulling you out of the chair. You were shaking and barely able to stand, Sam had to hold you so you wouldn't fall and as Colby went to hold you instead, he let go with a soft sigh. No you didn't belong to him, you belonged to his best friend.
It took a few months before the first big argument between you and Colby happened. You were upset that he still didn't confirm to people you were his girlfriend and he didn't show it. And you understood for a while but now it kinda made you sad. Especially with Stas being around Colby a lot and you were getting jealous.
“ It's not that easy!”
“ Why not?! Sam could say he has a girlfriend, do videos with her and you can't?”
“ Because it's different with me, the fan's would go crazy”
“ So what? I don't give a fuck about what they think I want to proudly say you're mine and I'm yours.”
That was the basics of the argument with little things just adding to it. After a lot of screaming and crying you walked out of the house, you needed to be alone.
When you came back to the house you went upstairs,but instead of going left to Colby's room you went right, knocking on the door before opening it.
“ Hey, can I come in?” …
Part two?
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BOYFRIEND NAMJOON HCS ♡
paring: bf!namjoon x fem!reader
genre: established relationship, fluff, smut
AN: my first post 😭😭😭 hopefully people like this!! also this is like barely edited so if there are any grammar mistakes i'm so sorry
SFW HCS-
• when you guys first start dating it's kinda awkward, but as time goes by he gets better
• loves going on dates with you, favorite places to go would definitely be the museum or just a stroll around a park, loves being in your presence
• sitting down and having long drawn out conversations would also be something he enjoys, probably one of the reasons you got together
• his confession was probably a scramble of words, him cutting himself off and stuttering until you grabbed him and said you felt the same way
• will accidentally just sit and stare at you, no conversation at all and be very embarrassed when you catch him
• “joonie, is there something on my face, why are you staring at me like that?” “oh uh there's nothing on your face, i was just zoning out” and his face is beet red
• after all of the awkwardness he becomes very flirty and bold, it kinda knocks you off guard
• will come up to you and flirt just to see you get flustered, finds it very amusing
• loves using pet names, baby and princess being his favorites, but when he hears you calling him something sweet, a part of him melts
• the word baby comes out your mouth and suddenly he's blushing, kicking his feet in the air like a schoolgirl
• has a jealous streak, if someone looks at you for a second too long he's immediately pulling you closer to him
• not very fond of pda but if he sees someone interested in you or if he is just too needy he'll give you little pecks or put his arm around your waist
• he's just such a gentleman, doing all the basic stuff like giving you his jacket, holding the door open for you, pulling your chair out, it's very endearing
NSFW HCS-
• kinda perverted, you could do be doing the most mundane thing like stretching and he'd already be getting hard
• was very embarrassed about this in the first stages of you guys dating but once he saw that you were just as needy for him his whole attitude changed
• definitely a dom, but focused more on your pleasure than anything else
• likes saying nasty stuff in your ear like “you were just made to take it, huh?” and “listen to yourself, already dumb and i'm not even close to being finished with you” and watching your reaction
• likes getting on top of you and caging you in with his arms, thinks it's cute that you have nowhere else to look but at him
• but also really likes you being on top of him, watching you struggle to ride him and get yourself off, it always ends with him grabbing your hips and doing it for you
• secretly likes making you all worked up and desperate, he’ll walk in before he has to go somewhere and whisper dirty things in your ear, grabbing your hips and kissing all over you, then just leave like he didn't just make you insanely horny
• he always makes it up to you though by fucking you into the mattress when he gets back dw
• always gets harder when you start whining and begging for him, he hears you moan “joonie it's not enough, i need it inside, faster!” and he snaps, folding you in half
• is definitely the type to moan and groan, especially when he's close
• he'll let out little choked noises and start saying the sweetest things in your ears, totally different from the way he's pounding in to you
• while he is usually very rough, he knows when to take it easier on you and can always flip the switch from domineering to caring
• you tell him you've had a rough day and he'll do whatever he can to make you feel better, whether that be eating you out until you forget about what happened or slowly making love to you
• aftercare with him is always sweet, he's always gentle with handling you and will whisper thank yous into your ear until you fall asleep
#namjoon x reader#namjoon smut#namjoon fluff#rm x reader#rm smut#rm fluff#namjoon headcanons#rm headcanons#namjoon fanfic#bts
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Savage Love Part Four
Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU
Masterlist
“How’d it go?” She asks as we walk to our desks.
“I didn’t get any information from him, he’s not a talker.” I reply and sip on my coffee.
“But you slept with him?” She asks easterly and I blush, nodding. “Oh my god, how was he?”
“Emma!”
“I need deets, girl!” She smiles at me. “Leave nothing out, go!” She leans back in her chair and sips her coffee.
“I’m not saying anything here, we’re at work.”
“Come on, y/n.” Emma groans. “Did you go down on him? Did he go down on you?” A faint blush appears on my cheeks. “Oh my god, he went down on you! Was he good?”
“Emma, I’m not talking about this.” I say trying to hide my flustered face from the rest of our coworkers.
“Did you at least use protection?” She asks and I pause. The silence was confirmation enough for her. “Oh my god, y/n even I make them wrap it!”
“I’m on birth control!” I whisper to her.
“That doesn’t matter, it’s a man you’ve never met! He could have an std!”
“I doubt the leader of the mafia has stds.”
“Did he have the all clear from a doctor and you confirmed it first? Did he ask you if you were good? What makes you think he asks other girls that and not you? He could and you just wouldn’t know!”
“He thought I was a virgin.” I mumble to her and her jaw drops.
“Oh my god that’s a scoop. That’s a big scoop. Matt Sturniolo has a corruption kink.” She says and her smile widens. “Your articles are gonna start to sound like mine.”
“Oh god. I want to help people, he seems so nice I don’t want to expose him.”
“If you didn’t want to expose people why did you become a journalist?”
“I want to bring attention to the struggles of the people.”
Emma pretends to gag before turning back to me. “Sorry, but that’s not something people will read.”
“That’s why I need to put the hidden messages in with my articles about Matt Sturniolo.”
“When are you meeting with him next?”
“Well, he didn’t want me to go this morning, so I bargained with him and he agreed to let me get to work if I meet him tomorrow night for dinner.”
“Is dinner code for sex?” Emma asks.
“Well probably, but he’s having me meet him at this nice restaurant in downtown New York.”
“Downtown huh?”
“I just can’t believe I didn’t get any information from him last night.”
“I dunno, the corruption kink thing might be good.” Emma shrugs.
“I just feel like I had sex with him for nothing.”
Emma’s jaw dropped. “Nothing? Sex with Matt Sturniolo was nothing to you?”
“It was a hookup, I don’t do hookups.”
“Nothing.” She repeats, still surprised by my words.
“Emma, focus.” I snapp my fingers to get her attention.
“I am focused, you’re not. You’re the one who thinks that sex with Matt Sturniolo is nothing.”
“Stop saying his name like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like he’s-“
“The head of the fucking MAFIA?” Emma almost shouts.
“Emma keep your voice down, someone will hear.”
Emma groans and stares at me. She pauses for a moment before saying “So you’re meeting him tomorrow night, huh?”
~
I stand outside the restaurant that Matt had picked. My legs shake slightly from the chill air. The short black dress Emma let me borrow clung tightly to my figure, as Emma is a bit smaller than me. At 6:30 on the dot a black car pulls up and Matt steps out.
“Cold?” He asks me as he wraps his arm around my shoulders.
“Just a little.” I shrug. I look up at him and stare into his beautiful ocean blue eyes.
“Then let’s get you inside dollface.” He says and we walk inside the restaurant. The inside is beautiful with hand painted ceilings and beautifully carved columns.
“This looks like a museum, Matt.” I say with astonishment.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” We stop at the hostess station. “Reservation for Matt Sturniolo.” He says and the hostess nods, leading us to a table by the giant window.
“Oh my god, this is beautiful!” I say as Matt pushes my seat in for me.
“Well, dollface, you deserve a beautiful night out before I plow you like the little slut you are.” He whispers in my ear. He sits down in his own seat across from me and begins looking over the menu.
I open the menu as well and look it over. I can’t even pronounce half the things on the menu. I stare in shock, unable to even comprehend what I should order. I hear Matt chuckle.
“Is this too much for you?” He asks.
“I just… don’t understand what’s on the menu.” I laugh softly.
Matt chuckles again. “You’d like the crab wraps.” He suggests. “But that’s just an appetizer.”
I nod. “Okay…” I bite my lip and look back down at the menu.
“Maybe I should just order for you, huh dollface?” Matt sets down his menu and looks at me. “Do you want me to make all your decisions for you?” He reaches under the table and caresses my thigh. My breath hitches. “Do you like that pretty girl? Do you want to skip the dinner and go back to the hotel?” He asks in a low voice. “I thought my pretty girl would like a night out. It’s rude to use a girl just for sex, you know.”
A blush creeps up my cheeks. Now he’s talking. How do I get him to confirm he’s the leader of the Mafia in New York? I take a breath before asking “You’ve had a lot of practice with this then?”
Matt laughs and says “I’ve slept with a girl or two but never treated them as well as you, dollface.”
“Is that a line or something?”
“You don’t believe me?”
“You’re a stranger to me, I can’t believe anything you say.”
He laughs again and replies “So what do you want to know? Ask me anything.”
How do I go about this? I need to get the information I need out of him. I have to do it slowly. Maybe I can make this into an article for the paper, the inside mind of Matt Sturniolo.
“You look like you’re lost in thought there, dollface.” He laughs. “Got to much you wanna ask me?”
“Oh yes.” I laugh softly.
“Why don’t I start then? My names Matt Sturniolo, I’m 24 years old, I’m a triplet, and I have another brother besides that.” He starts. God I wish I was recording this, he talks so low and fast. “What about you, doll?”
“You’re a triplet?” I ask.
“Sure am.” He nods. “They both work with me too. They’re my best buds.”
“I didn’t know you were so soft.” I laugh lightly. “What do you do for work?”
Matt sighs “I oversee things.” He says after a short pause.
“What sort of things?”
“Businesses. People.” He shrugs. “It’s nothing worth talking about.”
“No, but I’m interested!” I plead, trying to get him to talk more.
“No, a pretty girl like you wouldn’t think what I do is anything worth talking about. Just look over the menu, dollface. I’ll make sure to order you some crab wraps.” Matt says with a smile and picks up the menu.
Well, I guess you could say it was progress.
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I'm so excited for your event I'm literally dancing in my chair 😂
My request is San + kinks 12 and 25 + line 48 + 59. Arranged marriage AU hehe.
Let's gooo and let the creativity fairy bless you mwah 😘🩷
Thankyou darling! I hope you'll enjoy this one!
City Lights || CHOI SAN
Genre: Smut
Pairing: husband!San x Fem reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Tags/warnings: Arranged marriage! AU, Dirty talk, praise kink, virgin!reader, handjob, fingering, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, making a baby🤪
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"Well, it's quite romantic, isn't it? With all the lights?" Your husband grinned. You gave him a weak smile, still feeling fuzzy from the flight. He patted your back as you walked down Regent Street.
"Is there anything you need?" He asked. You shook your head. "Did you lose your tongue, Y/N?" He sighed. "No, sorry," you apologized quickly.
You and your husband had just touched down in London for your honeymoon. San insisted on going somewhere sunny but you loved the gloomy days and requested to go to London instead. After all you were married and supposed to be together forever, there would be a lot of opportunity's to see warm countries instead.
San had requested you to be his wife, well actually, your parents had arranged this. You hadn't found a suitor yet and his parents wanted him to marry someone from good wealth and they didn't trust San with finding a wife as he fell in love with 'nothings' before.
But you were something. Your parents run one of the largest company's in South Korea and is currently planning on blending with Choi INC., the company that San's parents run. It was only natural that they both decided on getting their children to marry each other.
Now you could have done worse, you were aware. He was handsome and he hasn't been bad to you so far, but it was hard for you to give him so much attention and love when you hardly knew him. You were married for money and specifically for your parents' money and you thought it was kind of fucked up.
Nonetheless, you were with San in London for a week and you had to make it work. You have been a little absent, your mind too clouded. You were expected to gift him at least one child, preferably a son, San's father had said. You smiled to yourself when San defended you in this, saying your body belonged to you and if you would have his child he'd love it no matter the gender of the baby.
Maybe you were paired with a good man after all.
You had told him before your wedding he shouldn't expect sleeping with you on the wedding night as you didn't know him well enough and San understood. Yet the pressure of conceiving a child on the honeymoon was bigger than yourself and it concerned San as well. You knew there was a big chance San would want to have sex with you this week. But how on earth were you going to tell him you were a virgin?
On the first day of your London trip he took you to see Notting Hill, the Big Ben and the London Eye, the typical tourist stuff. On the second day you went shopping and he bought you beautiful clothes. Today was the third day and the time was ticking and somehow you could feel San's impatience. You were gonna have to tell him tonight. After a long day of visiting the famous palace and beautiful museums you finally sat down in a private booth of a lovely restaurant. The Mojito in your hand slightly calmed your nerves as your dinner was filled with anxiety.
''What's going on, dear? Was today a lot for you?'' he asked. Dear. Oh My.
''Well, there's just something on my mind,'' you confessed. ''Tell me about it, it might clear up your mind,'' San offered as he took another bite of his salmon dish. ''As you know, there's the matter of... bearing a child for you,'' you started, slightly startling San, but he nodded. ''It just feels like big pressure to... have a healthy son.''
''Dear, first of all...It's not just for me... It... would be our child, right? We'll raise the child together and... We will love the child together. I also don't care if it's a son or a daughter, as long as it's healthy. Even if it's unhealthy I'll promise to love the baby.''
You took a deep breath and nodded. ''I know that it's sudden,'' San spoke as he took your hand in his, ''I know that it might be really soon for you, but I promise to be here. I'm not going anywhere. You'll be fine, I promise.'' You felt your heart feel lighter as San reassured you again. ''Thank you San.''
You continued your dinner peacefully and he often made you smile with his kind remarks. "The city lights shine beautifully on that angelic face of yours." You grinned and rolled your eyes at his cheesy lines, but they made you feel fuzzy inside. Maybe you could truly trust him with your secret.
''How could you ever be a virgin?'' San gasped.
You were seated on the hotel bed and San was just about to kiss you. You were quick to stop him, hands rested against his chest as you blurted it out. You felt your skin getting hotter, a blush creeping up on your cheeks.
''It just never happened for me. The kiss we had at the wedding was my first too,'' you confessed. You tried so hard to be brave but tears filled your eyes. San's heart filled with worry and he took your hands in his, gently rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. ''Y/N...'' He started.
You looked down but San lifted your chin up again. ''I'll take care of you, if you'll let me.'' Something inside you changed and as of that moment you wanted nothing more than to be in your new husbands' arms. You fell into his embrace and closed your eyes for just a second.
''I'm so sorry I wasn't more careful, I just think you are so beautiful I didn't think of it.'' ''You think I'm beautiful?'' San nodded. ''I think you're stunning. You looked like an angel in that weddingdress... and even when you go to bed you're still gorgeous,'' he said softly. You nodded and smiled. ''Thank you San... I feel better. I don't know if I can do it tonight but... I promise you... I'll give you your baby. Tomorrow.''
''Tomorrow?'' ''Tomorrow.''
It was 7PM and you were having your 'everything-shower'. Hair washes, legs shaven, body butter doing it's work. You knew San was sitting on the bed and he was waiting, waiting to fuck you into oblivion. At least that's what was said in the books you've read.
Is that even a thing in real life? You knew how sex worked, you weren't innocent, but you also didn't know everything. You dried your hair as you looked into the mirror. Did you look good enough to have sex with without any make-up on?
You looked at your body, your wedding night lingerie on. The white material complimented your skintone and it hugged your body in the right places. But it did not stop you from being insecure.
What was a woman's body supposed to look like? What if he thinks your private parts look strange? He's married now, he will have to live with it. You shook your head and sighed, forgetting your stupid thoughts. Don't think so much, you told yourself.
You put on your robe and scrunched your hair to make it look right again. You finished your skincare and stepped out of the bathroom. San was indeed seated on the bed, his tight black shirt and pantalon showing off his big muscles. You swallowed thickly at the sight of him.
"Hi," you spoke softly as you walked closer to him. He smiled and stood up, taking your hands. "Hello there, beautiful."
His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you tight. Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his hand slide up and down your back. "Y/N, can I kiss you?" He asked. You weren't sure if it was forced or genuine, but you felt safe enough. San was a good man. He is kind. And he's your husband.
You nodded slowly.
His lips attached to yours slow and softly. Gently. Even though you were inexperienced it was like he guided you, it was automatic. San's lips were soft like cushions and his movements were smooth.
San's tongue slipped out of his mouth, slowly licking your bottom lip. You stopped the kiss before his tongue could slide in, slowly panting out.
Before he could say anything you attached your lips to his neck and carefully unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his toned chest and abs. As you watched him stripping off the shirt and pants you discarded the robe, letting it fall on the ground.
His mouth fell open as he watched you in all your glory, softest skin ready to be touched, lingerie waiting to be torn off your body. "God, dear, you have no idea how beautiful you are. Feel how hard I am now," he breathed out as he took your hand and laid it on his clothed cock. You gently palmed it and you felt your breath hitch in your throat again at the feeling of his growing erection.
"I did that?" "Yes honey, you are doing that. You're that hot," he smirked, "do you wanna touch it, Y/N?"
Your husband slid down his boxers and revealed his big, throbbing length. You admired his naked body before you took his hard dick in your hand, stroking it slowly. San's breath picked up when you spat in your hand and smeared the spit over his cock as lube, working him up.
"God babe, you're insane," he groaned when you picked up the pace, jerking him off at a steady and affective rhythm. You felt your pussy clench around nothing at his praise, making you rethink your life, were you getting off on his praises?
You worked your hand faster and his grunts and puffs got louder and his hips bucked up. "You're making me feel so good angel, you're gonna make me cum if you're gonna keep going," he moaned. "B-But I shouldn't, I need to cum inside your pussy, baby," he said a few seconds later as he stopped you. He took a deep breath before pulling you close, unclasping your lacy white bra.
Your tits sprung free, meeting your husbands' eyes. They filled with hunger and lust as he took the image of your bare breasts in. He was an ass-man but as his cock kept twitching at the sight of you, he had to admit your breasts excited him to the fullest.
He slipped off your panties as he laid you down on the bed. You were shy, nearly blushing as he kissed every inch of your body. "So beautiful," he whispered after a few kisses, "doing so well for me."
San spread your legs slowly and looked at your wet cunt, gaping at the sight of it. "I am going to touch you now."
His fingers reached your folds, sliding them through gently and collecting the wetness. "God, so beautiful, you're a diamond, baby," he hummed from between your thighs. San had lowered himself so he was at eye-level with your cunt.
You took a deep breath as your anxiety rose, but San's tongue lapped at your sensitive clit only seconds later. You whined as you forgot about your surroundings, San's tongue being the only thing you could concentrate on.
It worked magic against your clit as he slowly scissored his middle- and ringfinger inside you to work you open. You felt the cold metal of his wedding ring prod at your entrance as he fucked his fingers deep inside you.
Your moans grew louder and soon became uncontrollable as San went nuts on your pussy, losing himself in the pleasure of pleasing you. Mutters of "you're doing so well" and "prettiest pussy" left his mouth every now and then, only working you up more.
San made you arch your back from the pleasure and you felt your orgasm coming closer as San sped up the pace of his fingers. His tongue kept flicking and toying with the sensitive bud and his fingers finally found your g-spot as he curled them just the right away.
With a loud moan you released, orgasming on his fingers and tongue. He licked you and his fingers as clean as he could before he pulled himself away to hover above you.
"I promise," he panted as he kissed your jaw and neck, sliding his cock between your folds a few times. The head of his length rubbed against your clit, making you whine out his name. "I promise I will be gentle and I will take care of you, and I'm gonna make you feel so good, gonna make you a mommy, my delicate angel."
You held your breath as San slowly slid his member inside. "Breathe out honey, deep breaths," he grunted as he felt your tight walls squeeze him tightly. You clenched your eyes shut as you breathed in and out, taking all of his cock little by little.
"Yes, my precious angel, you are doing so well, you're taking my cock so well," he cooed, slowly pushing his cock in and out of you. You winced as he did so, feeling the sting and hearing your body telling you to stop, but you weren't going to stop, not when he positioned himself in a way that made it possible for him to directly hit your g-spot as he thrusted into you.
"Oh! S-San," you whined out. The stretch of his cock still hurting, but pleasure overtaking as he repeatedly hit your g-spot. "Right there, huh, angel? Right there? I'll fuck you right there, my good girl," he grunted as you nodded eagerly.
"Yes please, fuck me right there," you squeeled, nails digging into his biceps. "You're doing so well, pretty pussy taking my cock, you like that huh? You like the way my dick slides in your little pussy?"
"Yes, yes I love it, please," you moaned, feeling his cock reach deeper inside you. You nearly forgot about the stretch until he moved slightly, making you tense up.
"It's okay precious, it's okay, I got you," he said as he slowed down, holding you in his arms. You whined out as you felt his cock stretch out your walls more. "S-San!"
"My good girl, taking me so well, you're being so good, so brave," he grunted as the grip on your hips tightened. His hand reached between your bodies and his fingers found the way to your sensitive clit. He rubbed it quickly and made the moans spill from your lips.
"O-oh, San! Yes!" You moaned loudly as you felt another orgasm wash over you. You clenched down on his dick, making him reach his orgasm too. He moaned loudly as he spilled all his seeds inside you, filling you up to the brim.
He panted out and stayed inside you, not wanting any of it to leak out. You regained your breath as your hands ran over his back, eyes closed. "My precious angel," he whispered in your ear as he slowly pulled his dick out of you. You felt some of your man's hot cum drip from your pussy down to your ass, making you hiss at the feeling.
"You were amazing honey, you did so well," he said as he kissed your head, holding you in his arms. "I will make sure to keep trying to put a baby in you," he promised as he carressed your hair, "and I'm gonna make you feel so good every day, while you're looking so pretty in the city lights."
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visiting him at work | tsukishima kei (18+)
hi im writing this at work while waiting to go home. unedited and intentionally lowercase. hope you like!
warnings: heavy kissing, thigh riding, some biting, kei cums in his pants (and so does reader)
reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns!
tsukishima has been working long hours at the museum between sendai frogs games, and you’ve barely seen him more than 10 minutes all week. you send him a text that you’re coming to the museum to see him, to which he leaves you on read. its not an uncommon occurrence for him to do that, but this time it made you pout.
the museum is basically deserted when you get there, and if your boyfriend wasn’t working there, you’d be sure that it was closed. as you walked in, the receptionist greeted you with a smile.
“hey there, y/n!” she said. “kei’s giving a tour right now, but you can go wait in his office if you want!
she was always cheerful, and her happiness always rubbed off on you. seeing her smile always made you smile. you were sure that she was the only one in the museum who loved her job just as much as kei did.
you thanked her and walked toward kei’s office, a space you have grown quite used to. it was a small room with a cute little desk. there were a few pictures of dinosaurs on the walls as well as footprints matching the dinosaurs. on his desk there were a few small framed photos. one of the karasuno high school team, one of him standing with kogane and kyotani, and one of you and him.
you sat in his chair, admiring the picture of the two of you. sugawara had taken it at the team reunion that tsukishima invited you to. you sat in his lap, arm around his shoulders and clearly laughing at something someone had said. you assumed it was nishinoya because he always made you laugh.
tsukishima walked into his office, jumping nearly three feet in the air when he saw you.
“jesus christ, y/n!” he gasped, a hand over his heart. “you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”
you just giggled, twirling in the swivel chair that you were sitting in.
“i told you i was coming!” you said. “but you were out being a good employee and giving a tour.”
tsukishima rolled his eyes. “what brings you here?” he asks, leaning against his desk. “you usually only visit when you’re bringing me food, and i don’t see my favorite food.”
you chewed on your lip. “i missed you.” you said softly. “you’ve been working so much and i barely saw you this week!”
the pout that rested on your lips melted tsukishima’s heart every time without fail. he hated seeing his babygirl sad, even more so when he was the cause.
“get up.” tsukishima ordered, motioning to the side of the room.
you do as you’re told, walking to the wall. tsukishima sits down in his chair, looking over at you. he pats his lap with a small smile.
“come sit.” he says.
you sit in his lap, legs spread over his lap. he wraps his arms around you, giving the fat of your ass a squeeze. you gasp and look at tsukishima, who only smirks.
“can’t have my baby miss me too much.”
with a small adjustment, you’re straddling his thigh as he kisses you roughly. you whimper against his lips as your hips stutter involuntarily, grinding your center on his muscular thigh. no matter what you did to satisfy yourself on the nights that tsukishima was on the road, nothing would feel nearly as good as his thigh. you tried everything. humping pillows, that vibrator that tanaka bought you for your birthday as a joke, and even a dildo that was just as big as kei was. nothing worked.
tsukishima looked at your hips as you mindlessly ground them on his thigh. your knee grazed his crotch, giving him just enough stimulation to get hard.
“so desperate already, aren’t you?” tsukishima coos, caressing your cheek. “missed my cock so much, didn’t you?”
you nod, babbling as you continue moving your hips. the sensation is unmatched, and you feel yourself getting closer.
“missed you so much.” you whimper. “missed you making me feel good, ah!”
you moan as tsukishima sinks his teeth into the exposed skin on your collarbone before licking the now bruising skin.
“gonna get yourself off on my thigh baby?” tsukishima asks, watching as your movements get more desperate.
you nod quickly, moans filling the room. tsukishima digs his fingers into your thigh, your knee grazing his clothed cock just right.
soon, you find yourself coming undone on his thigh. right around the same time, you hear tsukishima let out the breathy whimper that he makes whenever you two fuck in public and you make him cum.
“atta girl.” tsukishima praises as you lay your forehead on his shoulder, hips slowing. “thats my good girl.”
“s’good.” you pant, closing your eyes. “love you.”
“i love you more, angel.” tsukishima whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i gotta get back to work, but we’ll finish this once i get home tonight. i miss my special girl.”
you nod, kissing him on the lips sweetly.
“you won’t work too late today right?” you ask, looking at tsukishima with your famous puppy eyes.
“of course not.” tsukishima said. “i don’t think i’ll survive if i don’t fuck you into the mattress tonight. now go home and get ready for me. i’ll be home in two hours.”
you nod, happily getting up. you feel so happy its almost dizzying. with the promise of mind breaking sex - and honestly just being able to hug and kiss your boyfriend again - you couldn’t wait to get home.
“leaving so soon?” the receptionist asks as you walk out of his office.
“yeah, we just made plans for dinner.” you lie.
“oh, okay!” the girl replies, her cheeks tinged a slight color of pink. “see you later, y/n! have a good night!”
as you leave the lobby, the receptionist sighs, hiding her face in her hands. the walls of the museum are surprisingly thin considering the age of the building. you wouldn’t be the only ones getting off that night.
ta da!! another tsukishima smut drabble in the books! if you’ve read down to this note, please send me some requests! thank you<3
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can u write something w bo sinclair and edging the reader? Like she's a flirt or something and keeps distracting him from his work and he gets sick of it and edges her??
❛ dollface, you're in my way ❜
-> Bo Sinclair × f!reader
Warnings: Edging, petnames, kinky shit by this point everyone knows my writing.
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Let's be realistic, you were a flirt. One of the biggest ones Bo had ever seen, and it helped you were little more than an airhead, making it real easy for him to keep you around.
You were gorgeous, and Bo loved everything about you. Except for your habit of flirting with him while he was working, creating some interesting problems for him.
Today was one of those days, Bo working on some project for the museum. You weren't particularly interested in Bo's work, but you enjoyed his company enough to sit still and talk to him.
"Baby, whatcha want for dinner?" You were sitting on an antique chair, watching your boyfriend tamper with some lights. You were wearing a short baby blue skirt and a white crop top with lace on the bust–something that looked incredible on you in Bo's opinion. You were sucking on a cotton candy flavored lollipop, your mouth making noises as you licked around it.
"I'm working—can't you suck on that goddamn thing later?"
"Only if I can suck on something else in the meantime," You shot back almost instantly, giggling slightly as Bo dropped a lightbulb on the floor. It shattered, leaving glass everywhere. Bo sighed heavily in annoyance.
"If you don't shut that goddamn mouth of yours, I'mma do it for you, babygirl," Bo huffed, half-joking. Looking at you, he smirked when he saw you adjust yourself, clearly in the mood but not directly asking. Sneaky kitten, aren’t you?
"Maybe I'd like that, Daddy," you were quiet on the word Bo liked you to call him during intimate moments, and you watched as his work jeans tightened instantly around his dick. It worked–your little comments worked–now the other thing you had to gain was him to fuck you. Which you craved.
Bo knew this, and he also knew the importance of his work. He'd have to fix it eventually, and Vincent was most likely wanting it done asap, and you begging for dick was going to prolong it by another day if you had your way. Sometimes, Bo would bet money on you having the higher sex drive.
He smirked, deciding he'd have some fun with you. Teach you a lesson about interrupting his work and ruining his progress—a lesson you had to learn, in his opinion.
"I'm going to tell you this once, is that clear dollface?" You nodded, and licked your lips obediently. Bo chuckled to himself. He was going to enjoy this. "I want you to take your panties off, alright? Put them on the floor. Then I want you to hike your skirt up and show me your pretty pussy. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Daddy," With almost as much enthusiasm as normal, if not more, you quickly took off your white lace panties, exposing your cunt for your boyfriend. He licked his lips.
"I want you to moan for me, and I want you to tell me when you're close. But you're not allowed to cum unless I tell you to, understand?" You nodded, your pussy already dripping in anticipation for Bo's lengthy fingers.
"Yes, Daddy, I understand," You whimpered, your legs high up in the air, your cunt wet and ready. Bo walked over, his work boots clonking on the floor as he took heavy steps in your direction. Kneeling, he teased the lips of your clit.
"Dollface, you're in the way of my work, you know that?" He growled, his fingers kneeding your clit. You whimpered in response, your thighs threatening to close around Bo's head. "You're so fucking horny for me, you've forgotten your manners. Isn't that right?"
"Y-yes Daddy," You said, your voice soft as you felt one of Bo's fingers push past your lips. He started to fuck you with one finger, your pussy clenching around it. He angled it up, pressing against your walls and searching.
"And I'm gonna hafta teach you some manners, ain't that right, whore?"
"Yes, Daddy...I need manners," You yelped as he pressed another finger in, scissoring you. Getting you ready for his cock, you presumed. Bo smirked as he added a third finger, your pussy full.
Slowly, he worked his fingers in and out of your folds, eventually moving his tongue down to stimulate you clit while his fingers were deep inside of you. You clenched around them, your pussy anxious and ready for dick, and you moaned at Bo's name.
"F-Fuck, Daddy, I'm close—" He slapped you, ripping his fingers out of you. You whined, your eyes threatening to release tears from the loss of orgasm.
"You ain't gonna cum until I say so, is that clear?"
"Yes, Daddy," You obediently looked at him, and he settled back between your legs, fucking you with three fingers and his tongue. He pressed it up against your clit, licking and sucking. You moaned at the sensation, making Bo lightly bite it, and you nearly howled with pleasure. You were getting closer and closer, and Bo knew it.
He stopped again, smirking as he withdrew his fingers and licked your juices off of them.
He then leaned down, spreading your legs open again with his hands, and licked a stripe up your pussy. You gasped, and he laughed against your cunt, enjoying the affect he had on you. He slowly licked circles into your clit, and then moved his tongue into your pussy, fucking you.
He rubbed circles into your clit as he tongue-fucked you, feeling you squirm and moan above him. Your hands were tangled in his hair, forcing him closer as you tried desperately to get to your climax, even though you guessed he'd rip it away from you again. He moaned as you pushed yourself farther down his tongue, and he felt as you started to grind against his face, a silent ask to cum.
It was denied, of course. Smirking, Bo pulled away just as you were about to release, taking your third orgasm away from you. You whined, practically crying by this point, begging for your boyfriend to let you cum.
"If you don't distract me any more, darling, I'll let you cum tonight," He promised, already standing up off the floor. "Now clean yourself up and put your clothes back on, I've got work to do."
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#slasher fucker#slashers x reader#house of wax#bo sinclair#bo sinclair x reader#bo sinclair smut#bo sinclair x y/n#bo sinclair x you
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hey, could you do a, trigger warning by the way, where the reader was harassed in the street/ and or in the workplace and she comes home sad, but doesn't tell kylian anything, he tries to talk to her about what it happened, and in the end she ends up telling him and he comforts her and in the end you decide, if you can and feel comfortable, thank you. <3
thank you for requesting this one!
also tw : violence, harassment , verbal abuse , non consensual touching, don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable!!!
kylian mbappe x reader
Fairytale
You loved your work.
You really did.
You worked for a big photography company based in Paris. Always working with famous photographers coming from all over the world. Your company worked for important museums and events all over the country and that’s how you met Kylian. You and your colleagues were sponsoring the company during some football event and when he was asked to take some pictures for it he couldn’t help but be mesmerised by you. Your beauty and kindness made him fall in love with you.
You started dating a couple of weeks after your first meeting and now, two years into the relationship things were going wonderfully amazing, both for him and you.
A few things were changed inside the company, as it began to expand internationally your boss decided to hire more people so they could help with the amount of work you all had to do.
One of this people was Luis. He was kind and shy at first. He was a little bit older than you but not that much. You’ve been his mentor when he first started, he knew he could rely on you especially when there were so many things do to and he had no idea of where to start. You were always welcoming with anyone who asked for help so you didn’t mind spending more time at the office helping him out.
He tried to ask you out once but you stopped him right away, telling him you actually have a boyfriend.
He got the memo and never made any kind of requests to you, instead he asked you to forget about his failed attempt so you could be just friends - of course you agreed, in the end he was your colleague and you wanted to work with good energy.
One friday night you and Luis were staying over finishing some project that you didn’t want to finish the next day. You already texted Kylian telling him you were getting home late because of work and, even if he sounded sad he knew how much you loved your work so he couldn’t really complain, not after all the nights you spent awake waiting for him to come back from training.
“I think we’re almost done” Luis said writing something on his computer.
“Yup. I’m all done with these pictures…” you showed him and closed the computer waiting for him to be done.
“Give me a minute and I promise you that you won’t see me again until next Monday” he joked and you laughed a bit.
Once he was all done you stood up from your chair and went to grab your jacket but Luis hands stopped you.
He took your wrist and turned you to him.
“Are you okay?” you asked him, concern evident in your voice since he was acting a bit strange.
“Why don’t we stay here for a bit longer? No one’s here…” he whispered and something told you that you had to turn around and run as far as you could but his hands still on your wrist stopped you from doing so.
“Luis I think we should go home…and rest, we’re clearly very tired…” you tried to calm him down, panic surging in you.
“Perhaps…you should come home with me? What do you think?” he said taking a few steps over and putting his hands on your hips “I could show you some things that your football boyfriend doesn’t know…he doesn’t deserve you. He’s probably fucking a new girl every night when you’re not home…I could really show you some things” he said while one of his hands grabbed your butt and squeezed it a little.
“Please Luis stop…just let me go and I won’t say anything about it…” you said, tears falling from your eyes.
“Why? Why should I let you go? You know what I’m saying is the truth…in these past years he has probably cheated on you every single time you weren’t there…” he said and you tried to not let those words into you. You’ve always been insecure about your relationship, mostly because you didn’t look like any kind of models Kylian dated, and you didn’t look like any other football player’s girlfriends. You were just you with a normal job and a normal life, no one special or famous. Even now that you and Kylian were dating you wanted your life to remain private, not looking for money or fame.
But Luis knew your weak spot and he was trying to get into your head.
“It’s not true…I love Kylian…he would never do something like that” you said back and he laughed.
“Maybe…or maybe he’s fucking a model while you’re here all alone with me…” he said, his lips ghosting over your ear and it made you shiver. You were completely terrified. And alone.
“We could have some fun now…” he squeezed your ass again trying to get into your panties.
You were scared and you had no idea of what to do, but adrenaline was rushing through you so, with your knee you reached his lower parts a kicked as strong as you could. You saw him leaving his grip on you and clenching down from the pain and in that moment you ran outside the building, not even caring about your jacket or laptop. You only got your bag and your car keys and you reached for your car. Your hands were shaking and you couldn’t focus on the road but your main goal was to reach home and kylian’s comforting arms.
You were driving too fast but you didn’t care.
Once you reached home you didn’t even bother to park your car, you just left it there once the gate was opened.
Kylian was currently laid on the couch scrolling through his phone when he heard your engine stop, sign that you were arrived.
You opened the front door and Kylian swore he almost died when he saw the state you were in. Your eyes red and puffy and your face wet with tears, your body was shaking and you couldn’t breathe.
“Y/n? Babe? What happened?” he ran to you when he saw you couldn’t even stand by yourself.
You tried to speak but no word came out of your mouth.
“Princess talk to me…are you hurt? What happened…baby? Please talk to me…” he said reaching for your hands “can I touch you baby?” he asked softly and you nodded. He wrapped his arms around your body and you let your tears fall while he softly stroke your back.
“Shh…it’s okay baby” he whispered trying to soothe you “can you tell me what happened baby?”
“He…he touched me and I just-I didn’t do anything, I was paralyzed” you explained and he was fuming, someone touched you without your consent.
“Who baby?” he asked even if he knew who did it.
“Luis…he-he tried to…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence that you began crying again. Kylian got what you meant and he was so mad at Luis that he was sure he wouldn’t have his job the next day.
“It’s okay baby, it’s over now…you’re here and he can’t hurt you, you’re safe baby” he comforted you and that’s all you needed.
“Why don’t we sit on the couch for a bit? I can prepare you a cup of tea if you want to…” he suggested but you shook your head.
“No please, I just want you…” you said hugging him, holding him for dear life.
“I’m not leaving baby, I promise you” he helped you sitting on the couch while he sat next to you.
You were still pretty shocked, still trembling but your cries stopped.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked you but you said no.
“Did he…” he didn’t even want to ask you that but he had to know if anything bad happened.
“No he didn’t. I stopped him before he could do anything…he just, his hands were all over me and I felt my body completely numb, I wasn’t even reacting…” you said feeling guilty about what happened. Kylian sensed it too but he comforted you.
“Baby, it wasn’t your fault okay? None of this…he’s just a dick who can’t accept a no, it wasn’t your fault…you’re just a victim but I’m glad you’re okay…you’re safe” he kissed your forehead and held you in his arms.
“Why can’t people be nice? Sometimes I wished I was fucking Cinderella and I lived in a fairytale, why can’t that be the real world?” you asked and Kylian soften a bit.
“You’re too good for this world baby…we don’t deserve you” he said kissing your cheek, making you smile a bit.
“He’s dead…his career’s over, I promise you he will never hurt you or anyone ever again” Kylian said with a poisonous voice. You knew Kylian was pretty famous, especially in France, he was seen as a God, capable of incredible things and you also knew he had his contacts. Plus your boss was a huge PSG fan so he only needed to call him to have Luis fired.
Kylian didn’t care if he was going to ruin a man’s life. He couldn’t care less, not when that man harassed you, tried to get his way to you, touched you without your consent and scared you. Kylian was so mad he could have killed him but you needed him and his comfort and he was going to take care of you as long as you needed him.
#kylian mbappe#kylianmbappe x reader#kylian mbappe x reader#kylian mbappe imagines#kylian x reader#kylian mbappe fluff#kylian mbappe angst#kylian mbappe imagine#kylian mbappe smut#kylian mbappe one shot#kylian mbappe x you#psg#paris saint germain#equipe de france#football fan#football imagine#football drabble#football blurb#football x reader
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glass - rin itoshi x male reader
warnings: angst, one swear word, slight manga spoilers
“i think we should go on a break.”
“where to?” rin didn’t even turn his head. his gaze was focused on the football match in front of him - some high school team from another prefecture at nationals.
“no,” you walked over and stood next to his desk. there was a framed picture of the two of you on there together. it had been taken years ago, before you started calling each other boyfriends. you had your arms around each other, smiling as wide as you could as kids. rin had a plaster on his nose from when he got hit in the face with a football.
the frame’s glass was dirty, covered in dust. it was pushed behind trophies of his football wins. there were some other pictures of the two of you, covered as well by his trophies. you spotted an unopened present you got him a few weeks ago.
“we should put our relationship on a break.” you waited for him to look at you, to actually look at you.
it felt like weeks since you had looked him in the eye. it had been a few months since the two of you even hugged, much less held hands or kissed. and while rin was never that big on physical affection, he always made a point to try with you. he was the one who asked you out for crying out loud. it had always been him making the first move with you always running after him. but not things had changed - rin had changed.
he looked up at you. the football match was still playing on his laptop. “what do you mean?”
“what do i mean? what do i mean? what do you think i mean?!” you wanted to throw your hands in the air, to show him how done you were with him. “we’ve not had a proper conversation in days; you always ditch me for football, even for the things that we had planned months in advance. the trip to the museum? i was waiting an hour for you before you decided to let me know that you were staying longer for practice. you’re always focused on something other than me: be it practice, going to matches, arguing with your brother, training, even watching these stupid matches of other schools. you make me feel like a second choice.”
rin moved in his chair to face you. his eyes had gone wide, lips turned down. his brows furrowed. “you said that you’re happy with me taking extra time for football.”
“yes but only when you tell me about it before,” you shot back. “you can’t just make me wait in the rain for something we had planned just to be told that you’ll be doing something else. i was happy to support you with football, but i am not happy supporting you in something you value more than our relationship. something you value more than me.”
your eyes grew warm and you could feel the tears brimming. the audience booed. you clenched your fist. “even now you’ve still got that bloody thing going off while i’m talking to you. i’m fed up with it. i’m fed up with you.”
turning around, you grabbed your things from his bed. your gaze landed on the football pillow you got for him for your anniversary last year. it looked pristine, almost exactly how it looked when you bought it for him. obviously it had been taken care of - probably because it was something football related.
“i am done with you, rin itoshi,” you stormed to his bedroom door. with your hand around the handle, you looked back at the boy you had loved.
rin’s eyes were watering, his hands shaking. he opened his mouth to try and speak but it was drowned out by the crowd screaming in joy. he stood up, shaking hand outstretched to you but it was too late.
“i hope you fucking grow up.”
and you walked out of your childhood love’s room.
#cassin repents#male reader#blue lock#blue lock x male reader#blue lock rin#blue lock rin x male reader#blue lock rin itoshi#blue lock rin itoshi x male reader#rin itoshi#rin itoshi x male reader
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Headcanons: Building a blanket fort with the Moon Boys (After finding out they've never built one before)
A/N: Hey so I've been stuck with being sick this past week and some of last week. So I've had literally no time to write coherently till 3 am this morning. I'm so sorry it's been a hot min since I uploaded. I really liked this concept tho! I found it when looking up date ideas for these headcanons.
Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, cute tooth rotting shit. Jake Lockely being a emotionally unavailable man, But also he has tears so. Don't worry you comfort him. No use of Y/N but it says "you" more often than typically in my writings. Established relationship, I also once again accidently wrote the most for Jake. Sorry, not sorry.
“You never what????” You stare at your boyfriend in shock and bewilderment. “I’ve never built a blanket fort.” He says back plainly with a shrug. You stand up abruptly and run to your shared ‘bedroom’ grabbing pillows and blankets running to the couch periodically to throw them down. “Come on,” you say as you grab his hand and drag him to help “we’re making a blanket fort *right now*”
Steven Grant:
Steven is so excited to get the chance to build a blanket fort with you
He also is extremely happy that you want to do it with him, I mean how can he not be? You’re adorable with how excited you are to share this moment with him.
He does what you ask, pinning blankets up over the loft and grabbing chairs to make into a cute little tent of blankets.
"Love, that's so many blankets."
He fidgets with his hands as you make the fort
He's a little nervous because he's out of his element with this,
"Come on!" you'd tug him inside with a smile and he would gladly follow
He smiles once he’s sitting inside of it with you all the blankets and pillows placed carefully around you both as you settle into the bed
“So this is what it’s like? It’s so comfortable”
He has the plushies from the museum, I don't make the rules. (I say as I quite obviously make the rules)
He would gently hold you as you both talked while sitting in the fort you built together.
Marc Spector:
he watches you very confused as to what is happening
“I mean we didn't exactly have an ideal childhood..”
you’d kindly stop what you were doing and hug him for a moment “I know, I know hon,” you’d say softly “now grab that blanket and follow me.”
He’d do as you’d say. Still very confused but willing to follow your lead
“Y’know we’re going to have to refold all of these right?” He tells you as you unravel the fifth blanket to complete the fort
You’d deadpan looking at him and he’d raise his hands in a fake surrender,
He’d help you when you needed it but mostly he has no idea what to do.
He’s just standing there, he’s out of his element and he doesn’t know how to help.
Marc said: 🧍♂️
Once you finish he looks at the fort then at you “soooo?”
You’d shove him towards the entrance (carefully of course.)
He’d crawl into the small space and you’d follow suite
He sits in the fort looking around at all the blankets and pillows you’d gathered for it
“I already have a pidgeon in my life you know.” He’d say sarcastically at you nodding to the nest like interior and you’d stick your tongue out at him
He’d laugh as he pulls you close “thank you,” he’d say quietly
“Of course,” you reply “you deserve the world. And also building forts is like the epitome of childhood.”
You’d rest against him relaxing in the comfort of your newly made fort.
He holds you close as you both chat away, cuddling till the sunsets.
Jake Lockley:
You yank his blanket away and run to the bedroom and he starts cursing in Spanish
“Oye! Bring that back! I was using it.”
He’d then stop in the space between the small kitchen and Gus’ tank and the entrance to his bed as he watched you pulling blankets from every spot you could find them
“The fuck you doin?” He’d ask as he puts his hands on his hips walking up to the edge of the bed slowly
“Fort.” You’d respond shortly
“The fucking hell does that mean??” This poor Spanish man has no clue what’s going on.
He takes his hat off and scratches his head as he watches you utterly confused.
I think Jake didn’t see much of any childhood, he doesn’t know what it’s like to have that whimsical imagination or the enjoyment of toys that the others did (even if their enjoyment was cut short they still experienced it a tad)
This makes him not even aware of the benefits of a good fort.
You’d pull the blankets up gently creating the perfect fort as you look back at him.
“Que?” He’d look between you and the fort several times
“Get in”
“You kidding me?”
“Get. In.” You’d walk over dragging him by his hand
“Jesus Christ! okay, okay!” He gets inside and immediately his eyes light up at the comfort
You watch with a smile as he adjusts himself in the pillows and blankets
Once he settled you get in beside him and bring a blanket over you both
“You like it..?” You’d ask
“Si, gracias, mi amor,” (yes, thank you, my love.)
You cuddle against him as you stare at the ceiling with him
I wonder if he’d cry at the idea of having someone who loves him this deeply to share pieces of their childhood because he didn’t get an ideal one. And he can’t believe that he’s loved in this way.
“Oh, baby..” you’d say wiping a stray tear away and kissing his cheek where it had been “it’s okay,” you’d whisper as you hold him close allowing him to express himself however he feels comfortable because this man is so emotionally cold that he probably has no clue how to express himself.
“Gracias.. gracias desde el fondo de mi corazón, gracias” (thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you.)
#moon knight headcanon#steven grant#steven grant headcanon#steven grant x reader#marc spector#marc spector fluff#marc spector headcanon#marc spector x reader#jake lockely fluff#jake lockely x reader
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hi Elanor! I'm going to be Wales for the first time (and am wildly excited), do you have any recommendations for things that really shouldn't be missed in the Cardiff area? (please feel free to disregard if you don't feel like being a virtual tour guide, I've just been seeing your abundant enthusiasm for Wales on my dash for years and can't wait to visit myself)
:D :D :D
I'm doing so much for the Welsh Tourist Board today! They should pay me.
Okay, let's think... A lot of it will depend what you're into. Do you like history and heritage stuff? Wales is extremely rich in castles, so there's a whole load around there - Cardiff Castle, obviously, but also Caerphilly Castle is the second largest in Europe and has a fun leaning tower, while Castell Coch is just west of Cardiff and was built by a lunatic who wanted his castle to Look Right, and so features the sorts of parapets, towers and moats that a cursed Disney princess would be happy with. Said lunatic also built the Animal Wall around Bute Park, which is a lovely park just left of Cardiff Castle in the city centre.
Also St Ffagans Museum, that's in west Cardiff - that's one of those living heritage museums, so they've taken historic buildings from around Wales and very carefully, brick by brick, moved them into St Ffagans to preserve them. They've made it into a little village though, it's so cool (honestly I could write an entire post about St Ffagans alone). Aim to get there for mid-morning so you can buy fresh bread from the popty in the village square, they've usually run out by about 1.30. The sweet shop does GREAT lemon sherbets. There's a lot to see (including a couple of Eisteddfod Chairs :D), so wear comfortable shoes for walking. They also have a high ropes course, and various specific events.
And, Caerleon Roman Museum, north Newport. The Romans built a lot of forts in the UK which became towns, but only three fortresses, and only where vitally needed because of Extremely Restive Locals. Caerleon is the biggest of the three, and in the Mabinogion, that's where King Arthur's fortress is - Caerllion. Whole sections of it are remarkably well preserved, including the little amphitheatre, but they built an actual museum over the top of a chunk of it; it's pretty cool.
OH ALSO do you want to go down a coal mine? Big Pit in Blaenavon will take you down an actual literal coal mine. You do not know darkness until you have been down a coal mine. There's also the Rhondda Heritage Centre, which doesn't take you down but has built a coal mine set above ground and last time I went featured one of those rollercoaster simulators.
Leisure stuff: four different escape rooms, if that takes your fancy; technically six but avoid City Mazes and Play At Pins. Cardiff Bay is swanky as fuck (albeit the most expensive part of Wales, which is... still less expensive than London) and includes things like the Millennium Centre, which will have various shows on. Also the Millennium Centre's cabaret area is currently liberally coated with photos of my husband. Oddly oppressive presence. Unsettling.
Cardiff International White Water does white water rafting/tubing, kayaking, that sort of thing - super fun if you aren't terrified of water. Cardiff International Pool and Gym has some fun slides. Techniquest is a big science centre.
Oh, and as ever, if you want to do one of those guided tours there are a billion to choose from in Cardiff. Including a Doctor Who one, if that floats your boat.
Anyway I hope there is something useful in there!
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SPIDERWOMAN! HAZEL:
( how did hazel callahan got her spider powers
hazel was the nerdiest nerd ever and was extremely excited with the new exhibition at the science museum. it was something about insects and arachnids sponsored by OSCORP
they had genetically modified butterflies, bees, centipedes and spiders. which was really cool to hazel, so she spended the whole week begging to pj and josie to go with her.
which they eventually agreed to bc hazel promised she would buy them food right after.
hazel was loving every single second at the museum and really didn't mind when pj shoved her in the direction of the spider aquarium (or tank? i don't know the name guys, english isn't my first language anyways...) after all, the whole thing was covered by thick glass.
or was it?
hazel didn't have many reaction when she felt the spider bitting her, she did read about the species and it wasn't venomous. whoever, the museum intern right beside her let out an small "shit!" before grabbing her hand and dragging her away from her friends
she wasn't very used to pretty girls dragging her around. and that one was very pretty. even with knitted browns and pouting lips.
"oh my god i'm so fucked!! are you okay?"
"no biggie, they aren't venomous right? i'll be fine"
"they are genetically modified! you should be falling dead now!" the girl keep holding hazel's hand, the frown deep in her beautiful face " why you still alive?"
"because they weren't...
"they are fucking radioactive! you should be dead!" the girl finally turned her eyes to hazel face, the frown softening for a bit "i mean, that's good that you're alive. but i'm kinda confused... look, i have to go because there's a radioactive spider running around and y'know, intern stuff. all this hard work got pushed to me but... " the girl took off a paper from her pocket, writing something very quickly "call me if you notice something weird, i really should go after that spider now hum.... bye!
hazel couldn't wait to tell pj & josie about the pretty intern, that according to the paper was called y/n.
the girls obviously laughed about the whole thing, saying that hazel was getting absolutely crazy and that she should sleep the "bitting" off.
hazel went home and all she could think about was calling the girl, but she really didn't have a reason other than thinking she was pretty, smelled nice and had soft hands. definitely, not the reason y/n allowed her to call.
that was until the next morning.
hazel woke up with her head pounding, she was sweating and most important, she was upsidedown in the roof.
her first instinct was scream, then fall into her bed, then scream a little more and then she called y/n.
"hi, i'm hazel. the girl from museum, from yesterday..."
"oh my god you're still alive? thank god!"
"yeah. hum, so... something happened..."
"let's meet up! i'll send you the address!"
that's how hazel finds herself in a small apartment in the otherside of the city. the prettiest girl she ever seen staring at her as if she was a monster with seven heads.
from what hazel understood, the spider was radioactive and hazel should've died in the first half hour after the bite, but now she was having "spider things" as y/n called.
she was writing down all stuff hazel said. which honestly made her even more pretty in hazel opinion.
"does someone know about the spider bitting you?"
"pj and josie. but they didn't really care, at least not about the spider part"
which wasn't a lie. they really ignored the whole part of "guys, a genetically modified slider bite me" and focused only on "the intern took me to a quiet to room and held my hand before giving me her number"
y/n nodded at that. writing something else down, before clapping her hands.
"i'm gonna be honest with you hazel. you didn't die but, your life will be pretty miserable..."
"oh, wow. thank you" hazel said, y/n got up from the chair, kneeling close to hazel on the couch. a single look from that girl made hazel want to hide in a hole frim how much nervous she got.
"i should've told my supervisor about you. about the whole spider thing, they were trying new drugs in that things, it was supposed to make people stronger, faster, give people powers. which was great but, all those were directed to the wrong people, bad guys y'know" y/n grabbed hazel hands, mindlessly playing with her rings while observing where the spider bit hazel. "all the people that were candidates to trying it out, didn't survive but you did. you're special hazel."
"i'm just lucky "hazel whispered, not knowing why she was whispering
"you need to stay close to me, so i can help you with that. because if they catch you hazel, they will turn you into a laboratory rat only to benefit bad people. if you stay with me, we can help people out, i can help you out"
and how could hazel say no to a pretty girl?
#hazel callahan#hazel Callahan fluff#hazel Callahan drabble#hazel callahan bullet points#bottoms (2023)#ruby cruz#spiderman au
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How about sub yandere Steven who day dreams about reader and wants to be close to him. So how about they co workers and reader keeps losing stuff buts it just Steven taking them and keeping for himself. But reader notices that Steven use the same cologne as him but in reality Steven sprays it on his bed and fucks himself to the smell of him. And this leads them to talking and reader asks if they want to get dinner some day. Steven says yes and is so excited to hang out with reader so he then gets ready to hang with him. They had a great time but then Steven runs into Donna and pulls reader aside because he doesn't want to deal with her on his unofficial date with reader. But it leads to Steven ass on readers dick and he trys to subtle move trying to get as much friction as he can and reader notices and asks if they want to go to his house real quick. They go and steven immediately apologizes but reader says that he has liked him for quite some time. It's leads to Steven sucking reader off and saying how much he has been in love with him and reader fucks Steven and he says to promise reader to never leave him while running his nails down his back to really make sure this is real and to have a reminder of him and he doesn't want to stop.-🐻❄️
One of my favorite things to write. Steven and yanderes so I hope you enjoy! Took me a while to post this since I have been trying/ failing to walk with a few successes!
Warnings! stalker Steven, stealing, scent kink, delusional yandere Steven, SMUT, toys mentioned, y/n loves kids, creepy Steven. clingy Steven and possessive Steven.
SUB YANDERE STEVEN GRANT X MALE READER
Steven stares at his new co-worker across the museum. Y/n L/n. He was the new tour guide. He mostly works with the children and sometimes with the elderly folk.
Even though Y/n only been working for a few weeks Steven felt like he knew Y/n for years. He stalked learned almost everything about him. Like what's his favorite animal, food, color, holiday and almost anything that a boyfriend co-worker should know.
He knew that Y/n loved children with all his heart. He saw him a couple times when schools would visit the museum he saw Y/n give a few kids some money if they couldn't afford something or sneak them a few toys from the gift shop. So naturally Steven started to dream and imagine starting a family with Y/n. To one kid even to seven. Really depends on how much kids Y/n wanted.
Steven wanted everything to do with his new co-worker. Even changing his hours to match Y/n's.
One time Y/n had left one of his hoodies in the break room by accident. It was one of the hoodies Y/n would always wear if it was cold or chilly. So once Steven saw it laying on the back of the chairs he had to take it. He stuffed it deep inside his bag and clocked out early rushing back to his apartment. Once he was in his apartment he held the hoodie close to him laying on the bed taking deep breaths into it inhaling Y/n's sent as he touches himself.
That's when he started to take Y/n's things. Like pins he used, clothes like jackets and even extra shirts Y/n took to work, hats and etc.
But once he founded the cologne that Y/n used he was over the moon. He sprayed the clothes that were yours he took to smell like you even more. To the point almost his whole apartment smelled like Y/n and he loved it. Steven would spray a pillow or the sheets of his bed and either ride the pillow while inhaling the smelling imaging it was you he was riding or the dildo he bought that he guessed would be about your size and fucks himself with the toy while smelling one of your hoodies.
So all of that leads to now.
The week at the museum was gonna be busier than ever. Multiple tourists coming down to see the museum as well as multiple school districts coming down also. So almost every single worker was gonna be working today.
Steven and Y/n were in the back rooms unboxing new packages and sorting things out. The two were mostly quiet and just wanted to get the task over with until Y/n gets close enough to Steven noticing the same cologne brand he's currently wearing.
"Thought I was the only guy in the world to use that brand of cologne." Y/n points out catching Steven's attention. Steven begins to freak out in his mind that you knew everything he has done and opens his mouth to explain himself. "I always knew hot guys like us wear this brand." Y/n says playfully before leaning on one of the boxes.
"Ye-yeah! only guys like us..." Steven responds back pathetically with nervousness full in his tone.
"Y'know Steven. You're the only worker I didn't have dinner with already. Don't get the wrong idea that i'm a manwhore or something. I just wanted to get to know all of you and you're the only man left." Y/n tells him before adding. "I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me?"
"A-Are you asking me out on a date?" Steven asks with excitement. "I mean it can be. It can be a date or a simple hangout really depends on you." Y/n answers the question before giving his number to Steven as Steven does the same.
"See you later! I can hear the kids calling my name." Y/n tells him before giving Steven one last small smile before leaving the room.
TIMESKIP. Days later after the dinner since I'm a bit lazy.
As the two leave the restaurant it's nothing but quiet. Laughter and jokes filled their presence as they walked around town.
Everything is going great until Steven sees his asshole of a boss walking up to him. Steven begins to panic from the fear that Donna would mess up their "date" Steven begins to think about solutions, but nothing good comes to mind and he just pulls Y/n aside standing in front of him ass against Y/n's crotch. Steven couldn't help but blush madly when he felt Y/n's cock against him.
Donna and Steven exchange boring and short conversations. Steven tries to hurry up the topic so she can leave him alone. But Steven couldn't help himself and grinds his ass onto Y/n's cock pushing against him. Steven prays into his mind that Y/n couldn't notice anything, but much to Steven's dismay he feels Y/n's dick become slowly hard and pushes against Steven's ass right back.
After Donna leaves Steven tries to move away from Y/n from embarrassment but gets stopped by Y/n's arm around his waist trapping him against him. "Let's go to my house real quick." Y/n says before pulling his arm away walking to the direction of his house as Steven quickly follows behind.
Once they reach the house and get inside Steven begins to apologize. "I'm sorry Y/n. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry." Steven apologizes putting his head down embarrassment.
"Don't be. I liked you for some time now Steven. Really I don't mind it at all." Y/n says waving off Steven's apology before cupping Steven's face with his hands before pulling him in for a deep kiss.
The two makeout and grind onto each other's hands moving around on the other body as Y/n guides Steven to the bedroom. Once they pull away from the kiss Y/n sits on the bed as Steven immediately sinks down to his knees. Steven tug and pull on Y/n's belt before taking it off and pulling down his pants alongside his boxers in the process. "So...Big." Steven blurts out it awe staring up at Y/n's hard cock. Steven gives Y/n's cock a few small kisses before trailing up making sure each spot has been kissed before giving the tip a big kiss before sliding the tip inside his mouth. Steven moves his tongue around the tip licking every single spot before sucking on it. Steven uses his free hands to pull his own pants and underwear off before slowly prepping himself.
Steven begins to bob his head up and down on Y/n's cock breathing with his nose as he looks up at Y/n making eye-contact. "Stop being so shy Steven. Go down deeper." Y/n tells him putting his hands on both sides of Steven's head messing with his hair and massaging his head.
Steven doesn't get told twice as he goes down deeper onto Y/n's cock gagging and choking as he does it. Stevens eyes begin to water feeling Y/n's cock hit the back of his throat. "Only a few more left baby. You're doing so well." Y/n coo's letting Steven go down at his own pace.
Finally Steven reaches the base and tries to pull back up, but gets pulled right back down by Y/n. Y/n grips Steven's hair pulling him up and down fucking Steven's throat.
Steven gags and cries on Y/n's cock becoming desperate for air. Y/n pulls Steven up letting him breathe. Steven gasps for air tears running down his face as he fingers himself faster. "Again...Do it again." Steven weakly asks looking at Y/n with tearing eyes. Y/n lets out a stiff laugh before opening Steven's mouth wide with his fingers before moving them out of the way in one swift motion he pushes Steven's head down onto his cock catching Steven off guard.
"Watch the teeth baby." Y/n says moving Steven's head back and forth. Steven begins to hollow his cheeks and uses his tongue more. Steven feels Y/n's cock twitch inside his mouth, so he looks up at Y/n listening to his moans. Y/n throws his head back in pleasure feeling his orgasm nearing.
Steven desperately wants to taste Y/n he begins to focus more on sucking him. "Stev-Steven! I'm about to cum! I'm goin to c-cum! Fuck!" Y/n warns letting go of Steven's head and putting them on the bed to stabilize himself. Steven bobs his head up and down even faster. "I'm cumming! oh fUck I-I'm cumming!" Y/n moans out closing his eyes shut as he cums deep inside Steven's throat.
Steven chokes from trying to swallow it all at once. He pulls his head away from Y/n's cock swallowing whatever cum he has in his mouth before going back to Y/n's cock sucking out the rest of it before licking his cock clean.
"Jesus Steven." Y/n says breathing heaving as he tries to calm himself down after the intense orgasm he had. Steven finally pulls away from Y/n's cock before scrambling himself up straddling Y/n's waist. "I love you!" Steven blurts out catching Y/n a bit taken back. "I'm in love with you Y/n. I- I think we are made for each other and I know that we have to be soulmates." Steven confesses not even caring about the way Y/n is looking at him crazy. "I've loved you since I first saw you. Since the moment you started working,"
Y/n thinks back when Steven first saw him was when he stole some candy and toys for a kid when he thought no one was looking. After Y/n gave it to the kid and looked up to make sure no one saw him he met Steven's eyes glued on him.
"Really?" Y/n asks in total confusion. Y/n only had confessed to him hours ago and heres Steven confessing his love for him.
Y/n puts his hands on Steven's hips moving him off of his lap and onto the bed moving his thighs to a side before crawling between them lining up his cock at Steven's entrance.
Y/n decides to waste no time and thrust himself fully into Steven causing a loud moan from Steven. Y/n thrust were at a steady pace not to slow or fast just wanting Steven to get used to his size. "He's way bigger than the toy..." Steven thought to himself while moaning helplessly holding onto Y/n for dear life. Steven runs his hands and nails on Y/n's back scratching it a few times. He wanted to make sure this wasn't something he was daydreaming about.
Y/n L/n the man that he loved too much. The man of his dreams was actually inside him, kissing him, hearing him and near him was real. Steven was in pure bliss as Y/n rocks his hips back and forth into him at a harsh pace abusing his hole. Steven lets out loud gasp every time Y/n cock grazes his prostate. The toy he used so very often wasn't as big and deep inside him like the real the thing. Steven couldn't believe it himself that he was getting dicked down by the man of his dreams.
Steven buries his face into the crook of Y/n's neck inhaling his scent and becoming enhanced by it. He wanted this to never stop. Y/n holds Steven's hips still as he fucks him merciless. Y/n bit down onto Steven's shoulder giving him a hickey earning a gasp from Steven. To Steven that meant that Y/n was claiming him. That Y/n was marking his territory.
Steven was so deep inside his thoughts not even noticing that he came all over himself and Y/n. Steven moves his hands to Y/n's face cupping his cheeks with his hands catching Y/n a bit off guard. "Promise that you'll never leave me." Steven says looking into Y/n's eyes. Y/n hesitates before responding "I promise. That I won't leave you." Steven smiles ear to ear once he hears the words fall out of Y/n's mouth. Y/n goes back into fucking Steven abusing his lower half like its nothing.
With a few more thrust Y/n cums deep inside Steven while kissing Steven deeply as his thrust slows down and becomes softer. "You came inside?" Steven says out loud with joy in his tone. In Steven's mind since you came inside him it has to mean that you want kids with him and to get married! "Yeah I did. Sorry if that's a problem." Y/n says about to pull out but Steven stops him by wrapping his legs around Y/n's waist. "No! D-don't pull out. I love you being inside me. W-wait I mean I just love you in general not just your dick!" Steven blurts out panicking a little thinking that he gave Y/n the wrong idea.
Y/n lays down on the bed and moves Steven on top of him cuddling him. Steven lays his head down on Y/n's chest while wrapping his arms and legs around Y/n's body keeping him in a tight hold.
"I love you Y/n. I love you so much. I think we should never be apart never ever apart. We're going to get married then start a family!" Steven says looking up at Y/n with bright eyes.
Y/n looks down at Steven thinking to himself. "What the fuck did I get into."
THE END!
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The Music of Jedi: Survivor
Last night I went to the Grammy Museum for an event celebrating the Jedi: Survivor score! Sometimes living in Los Angeles has its benefits. It was an evening with composers Stephen Barton and Gordy Haab, as well as their recording engineer Alan Meyerson, moderated by Jon Burlingame. I took copious notes throughout so I could share them with you all :) All quotes are paraphrases, I’m not that quick a note taker.
My husband and I settled into our seats, me vibrating with excitement as the lights dimmd. I was already hyped to hear the composers talk about my favorite game and their process for scoring it, but then my jaw fell out of my head because who strolled up on stage but fucking Cal Kestis himself, Cameron Monaghan, unexpected and uncredited on the event description.
I almost rolled out of my chair. Then I frantically started smacking my husband (who’s never played the game, but loves music and production) and hissing “it’s him it’s him it’s the Jedi!!!”
Cameron’s intro was brief but lovely. He introduced himself, then paused and said something like, “Do you hear that? That’s the sound of silence. That is awful. I can hear my own thoughts! No one wants to play a game like that. Which is why we have these guys!” He introduced the composers, Stephen and Gordy, as well as the sound engineer Alan and the moderator for the event, shook their hands and exchanged some hugs, then sat down in the audience. Giddily I returned to my notes as Jon led the discussion.
Q: How did you get into scoring video games?
Stephen was a gamer and had always been interested in working with video games. They were “enticing” and the schedule was much more appealing than for TV, where you might be handed a script and told to get the music back in a few days.
Gordy hadn’t worked particularly in games before.
Alan has been mixing and engineering video game soundtracks for the past 25 years, like Gears of War.
Q: What’s the difference between scoring a film and scoring a video game?
For film, it’s adding music onto what already exists; often the composer isn’t involved until the last 6 weeks or so of production. (Fun fact I learned earlier this year, Ludwig Goransson was involved from the start on Oppenheimer because Christopher Nolan specifically wanted to subvert that.)
The film is fairly static by the time the composers get their hands on it, so things are unlikely to change.
Video games are more like trying to put clothes on someone running a race, because drastic changes can happen at any time. The timeline is also greatly extended — 2-3 years is common — so things may evolve and shift drastically in that time.
Film is also much less volume of music… they wrote an entire 8 hours!
Q: Is there a Star Wars music “house” style?
Initially Star Wars projects outside of the original trilogy were often scored as if they were B sides to the original soundtrack. But the aesthetic is evolving. There are a few standards though — there must always be that symphonic scale.
The score was performed at Abbey Road. Alan mentioned that he was actually there on 9/11 working on a movie about a terrorist attack. Stephen loves recording at Abbey Road so much he and his wife named his daughter Abbey. All three of them agreed that Abbey Road is magical and the orchestra practically blends itself; for choral performances, all you have to do is stick a couple microphones in there and they sound fantastic.
They played a clip of “Dark Times,” with gameplay footage intercut with the symphony performing at Abbey Road. They explained that they wanted to develop a new theme for the Empire. At this time, the Empire just is. You can’t use the Imperial March, because the Imperial March is how the Empire perceives itself. But how does Cal see the Empire? It’s dark and ominous. It’s everywhere. It’s a fact of life.
Gordy explained that they literally shaped the melody like the sinus rhythm of a heartbeat to indicate that Cal’s on the run, his heart always pounding, never safe. They used a full 12 tone chromatic scale to keep the track always uncomfortable and unsettled.
Stephen is such a Merrical shipper! He talked about how one of the central conflicts of Survivor is Cal struggling with his feelings towards Merrin, and what do you do when you’ve utterly lost the fight? He pointed out what the Senator tells Cal, and calls him a pretty reasonable guy. Do you stop fighting when you’ve clearly lost? “Maybe Cal should go shack up with Merrin somewhere and have a nice life.”
Q: What is it like having so much funding for the score on a game like this?
All you can really sell now is quality, and people expect it now.
Q: What is the process like?
They are brought into the game in the script phase, where they may see some concept art and get to read the script to help determine the story beats.
The collaboration is joyful! It seems like it could be really scary, to have game play testers, the game designers, and other music folks all weighing in on how the score is working or not working, but they actually really enjoyed it. They’ll usually do about half the music, then have people test play it for a few months, come back with notes, and then work on the remainder after seeing what worked and what didn’t.
They played “Flight” in its entirety with gameplay of Cal and Merrin outrunning the Trident, and talked extensively about our girl Merrin! Stephen talked about how in JFO, Merrin was important but not as big of a player. Now in Jedi: Survivor, Merrin is vital,and we can see her story arc take shape. Her small motif in JFO was expanded into an epic, heroic scale after we see her power with portals and moving on the wind. They reached for all kinds of wind instruments, from Alpine horns, Tibetan horns, and even the “most tasteful vuvuzela ever.”
Note: it’s almost as heart-pounding to watch that sequence on the big screen as it is to play it!
They both said that some music flows onto the page and is easy to write; the escape from Jedha sequence was not one of those! It wasn’t easy to write, mix or play! A hundred people worked on this song, and it was hard as hell. The orchestra musicians kept coming up to Alan and telling him they loved playing it because it was such a challenge.
They don’t always tell the studio who wrote what. They work well together as they both love bourbon and coffee! Stephen says he’s great at about ¾ of the tune but not the ending, whereas Gordy can fix that up in a jiffy. They also sometimes divvied things up by planet or emotional beats.
Q: I noticed in this last song (“Flight”) there was a choral element. How do you decide when to incorporate choir instead of synth choir?
Choir is often the first casualty of budget cuts since it’s so many people involved. Sometimes, synth choir is chosen for just a vibe or an extra layer.
However, there’s a rule that in musicals when the emotion is building to a point that words can no longer contain them, that’s when a character must burst into song. For a score, when the emotion is swelling and can no longer be contained by mere instruments, that is when to pull out the choir. So we see it in “Flight.”
Me: We also see it in “Rage,” muahahaha.
They used 120 singers for Flight and only needed 3 microphones because of how good Abbey Road sounds.
They prefer amateur choirs to session professionals since you can sometimes have too-professional singers trying to out-sing each other, and amateurs are usually more relaxed.
Q: There were a number of unusual or even invented instruments used for this score, tell us about them.
Gordy made bottle chimes. He accidentally dropped a bottle of water while playing tennis and a ball pinged off it, making a lovely sound. He ordered 20 metal water bottles and strung them in a wardrobe rack with different amounts of water in them. Because it took ages to make, they used it in loads of places in the score.
Stephen went nuts and ordered 200 containers of BlueTack for the pianos for Koboh. They wanted Koboh to sound like the old West, but not that spaghetti Western honkytonk piano sound. If you make BlueTack into a sausage shape and roll it around a piano string you can make it make these strange broken sounds sort of like a gamelan. This is called a prepared piano. The low bumbumbum noises when first getting on Koboh and meeting the pit droid? Freaking piano. I would have never guessed! They did this to 3 pianos.
They played a clip of Where the Nekkos Roam. They used the prepared pianos, an orchestra, dulcimers, Basset horns, euphoniums, tubas. They wanted Koboh to feel lived in and to have history expressed in the music. The musicians were excited to have to rent out Basset horns since like nobody actually owns one.
Q: Tell us about the cantina music.
The original cantina brief from George Lucas to John Williams was apparently, “what if aliens came down in 1000 years and found sheet music from Benny Goodman, but didn’t have the same instruments?” And thus we got the Mos Eisley cantina theme which is almost unbeatable.
They were thinking of scoring the cantina music themselves, but then thought, “what if we gave that brief to a bunch of really cool bands?”
They highly recommended Dan Mayo from Tantran. They recommended taking a few hours to watch him kick ass on the drums on YouTube.
Tantran recorded "Fields of Dusk" for the cantina first, then Stig came back and said “what if we wove this into the score? What if it was Cal and Merrin’s love theme?” Then they created a symphonic version, also partially inspired by a Joni Mitchell song.
They played part of the cantina version of “Fields of Dusk,” then they played the symphonic version with Cal and Merrin riding the spamel to Cere’s base. They gushed about being able to work with the story and the subtext.
Alan said that "Fields of Dusk” “is visceral. It vibrates shit inside of you. Mixing it was a highly emotional experience for me. Even now sitting under the subwoofer — it’s right here, over my head — it’s very emotional.”
Q: How many motifs do you have?
“Seven thousand.” - Stephen
Gordy later amended that to about two dozen, but with tons of variations.
Q: What are the interactions like with the game developers?
They get to be in the building with them, working on the narrative team — making sure to serve the story first. It also lets them practice gameplay or watch others playing to see how it flows.
Again, it’s a 2-3 year process.
They played the clip of Cal and Merrin making a campfire in the cave on Jedha. Stephen is all about the Merrical ship (not that he used those words, alas, but still)! He said this was such gorgeous writing, really allowing the technology to showcase the acting, and it’s his all time favorite scene in the game.
The whole theater clapped as he said that. Yes! A whole theater clapping while someone was talking about Merrical and calling it gorgeous. *sobbing forever*
Q: What has it been like to meet fans?
They’ve been delighted by the fans and how much they love the characters and the amazing performances of all the actors in the game.
Q: Are there plans for a sequel?
Stephen: “Are there Lucasfilm snipers out there? Look for the red dot…”
Gordy: “There’s not NOT plans.”
Fan questions!
Alan mentioned he loves doing the hardest piece first! Then it’s all skiing downhill.
A fan asked about more weird created instruments.
They also used a bunch of bamboo smacking other pieces of bamboo, as well as using little drums from other purposes or sets.
Was there anything they messed up or wanted to do differently than they did in JFO?
They accidentally didn’t loop music in the hangar on Zeffo, so if you stick around there for more than 3 minutes, it just becomes wind sound and gets very lonely. A live streamer was playing the game, talked to his audience for like 10 minutes, then wandered around almost in silence as his fans commented “why is this game so quiet?”
Gordy wanted to make JFO sound much darker and got his wish in Survivor.
I had so been hoping they would talk about “Rage” and the struggle with the dark side, but they were sort of avoiding spoilers. So when they got to the Q&A I had to speak up.
I asked, “What was it like working with darker themes later in the game, like with Rage? You see a real shift in the motifs and there’s also more amazing choral work.” Their faces seriously lit up XD
Stephen said this was one he handed to Gordy because it was very difficult.
Gordy said that this is Cal at his worst, so it had to be so over the top. Think of consonant sounds crashing through the melody, Cal trying to keep control of his thoughts but they’re twisting away, he’s trying to think straight and can’t. It’s discordant. It’s also scored to evoke a heartbeat throughout, like breathing.
It was so hard for the choir to do, going back and forth — you can’t do that with choral samples or synth!
They ended with a video they played from their Hollywood Bowl show in June, and said we were only the second group of people to see it. They played a clip where they do use the classic Imperial March, but contoured so you only get the silhouette of its shape, instead of the full sound. It ended with a clip of the Tantran band playing a wicked awesome set out in the desert. The last image they showed was a list of the 287 people who worked on the score!
We let out and I did get to meet them! Stephen was lovely and I told him it was just such a beautiful, haunting score. I actually had a sketch of the campfire scene with me and he signed it! His daughter Abbey is an artist too and she was really impressed by my sketchbook (she looked to be about 11). Gordy also got to see a bit of my sketchbook and signed Cal in Nova Garon! What an awesome night! We didn’t see Cameron again but I was so astounded to see him the first time I didn’t mind at all.
SO COOL! Sometimes, kids, living in Los Angeles isn’t so bad!!
#jedi: survivor#cameron monaghan#cal kestis#gordy haab#stephen barton#alan meyerson#grammy museum#jedi survivor#jedi survivor spoilers#jedi: survivor spoilers#my jedi posts
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