#some of the songs were kinda mid but the ones that were good fucked hard
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I forgot how good incitatus was
#shout out to that one elijah volkov playlist that fuck#you know who you are#some of the songs were kinda mid but the ones that were good fucked hard#incitatus valentine rivolta silenziosa bernadette animal impulses psychosis#all bangers#thank you#OH#and of course holy moses#one of my favs from that playlisy#oh btw the playlist is 'elijah volkov more like elijah fuck off'#i wanna say pinkpachyderm made it??? or uh#fuck whats their username#i dont think its ziggy#it.mightve been tho#been a while since i was into chnt
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— ★ TRYNA THREEWAY WITH HIS ROOMIE // JEAN KIRSTEIN & CONNIE SPRINGER
content & warnings: fem!reader, reader is kinda ditzy bimbo x sunshine, modern au, reader, jean and connie are all in their mid twenties, jean and connie are roommates, reader is in an established relationship with jean but connie has a crush on her, porn no plot, smut mdni (breastplay, groping, oral. f & m receiving, piv protected sex — backshots from connie lawl, cum swallowing, degradation — connie n jean both kinda mean calling reader a whore n slut but not overboard, they both compete during it) look at them 😵💫
author’s note: fine, i’ll do it myself cos some of yall forgot jean and connie are best friends! also this is just kinda smutty so not my best work 🚶🏽♂️ also dis was inspired by a tiktok edit of connie n jean to paper soldier by brent faiyaz but i lost it 😔😔
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“Oi, oi, where are you going?” Jean asked, lips swollen and smeared in lipgloss as Connie got up from the couch.
“I’m tapping out for the night bro. I promise you I got better things to do than watch you eat your girl’s face off.” Connie replied in a wry tone.
Saturday nights were always movie nights for Jean and Connie. Well, it was originally Jean, Connie and Sasha but Sasha moved in with her boyfriend.
Ever since you and Jean began to date, they were always cut short since Jean just could not for the life of him keep his hands to himself if you were in the same vicinity as him.
Connie thought you were a good match for Jean.
Jean had a stick up his ass the majority of the time, but when you swooped in the perpetual scowl etched into his features gradually faded away.
And there was no denying you were sexy.
He had pangs of guilt when he bumped into you in the kitchen Sunday mornings, Jean fast asleep and you were at the coffee machine.
It was out of his control, the way his mouth went dry and his cock twitched at your ass and hard nipples peeking through one of Jean’s baggy shirts that draped to your knees, but managed to settle just above the curve of your backside.
It was just difficult not to stare. He settled on trying to be cold and distant but when you said as a passing comment to Jean you thought Connie didn’t like you, he nearly kicked his ass.
“You make my girl upset and I’ll break your jaw.” Jean hissed.
“Jeez, I got it!” Connie grumbled, rolling his eyes as his thumbs whirled over the joysticks of the controller. He knew Jean could do that but he never took him seriously.
“I’m being serious, Con. She was real torn up about it.” Jean said sternly.
Connie was getting sick of Jean. He let out a sigh as he paused the game to turn to face his best friend.
“Hypothetically speaking, why is it such a big deal if I didn’t like her? Huh?”
Jean groaned.
“She’s a little sensitive. But that’s just how I like her alright? How’d you feel if I was being a dick to your girl?” Jean responded, scowling.
Connie pursed his lips together. Jean did have a point.
Back to current events, he eyed you as you were perched on Jean’s thigh.
“You jealous, Connie?~” You teased in a sing-song as you ruffled Jean’s sandy brown tresses.
“He got a pretty girl and don’t know how to act no more.” He chuckled to himself. “Try n keep the noise down.”
“I’d let her fuck you, y’know.” Jean said with a smirk.
Connie’s jaw went slack, disbelieving what he had just heard right now.
“…Huh?”
“Well, yeah.” Jean shrugged. “My baby thinks you’re cute, and I’d let her do anything she wants. Right, honey?” Jean said airily, as he leaned in to bite your neck, causing you to jolt and giggle in his lap.
“Jean..!” You whined, sensitive to the graze of his sharp teeth.
“You’ve gotta be messing with me right now.” Connie said, struggling to keep composure as all his prior fantasies of you hit him like a truck.
“No, Con..”
Why do you say his name like that? Connie internally cried to himself. It wasn’t helping douse the flame of his attraction to you whatsoever.
“I think you’re a cutie pie. I wanna have some fun too, I think you’d both do a good job of spoiling me, huh?” You beamed, your hand on the nape of Jean’s neck as you raked your fingers through the ends of his mullet.
Jean dug the heel of his palm into your clothed core, eliciting a moan from you.
“See how sexy she sounds, Con?” Jean grinned wolfishly as he continued to apply pressure, making you squirm and involuntarily buck your hips into his hand, seeking more. “You wanna make her moan too?”
Connie was in a state of complete and utter disbelief. Regardless, his eyes glazed over as he nodded.
“That’s my guy.” Jean said triumphantly, within an instant, he threw you into the air and caught you bridal style, laughter overtaking your body as you draped your arms around Jean’s neck.
The dim light of the bedside table in Jean’s bedroom illuminated both of the men’s eyes.
You were just so damn gorgeous, they stood side by side as you looked at them coquettishly through your lashes.
You began to pull down the straps of your romper, sliding it off until it was around your waist.
Connie felt as if he died and gone to heaven when he gaped at your bare chest.
“Which one of you wanna start..?” You questioned, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, thrilled at the idea of both of them about to treat you.
Jean patted Connie’s back.
“Go on. Make my princess moan, hm?” He chuckled, as he began to tug his navy blue shirt over his head and tossed it across the room, revealing his lithe and toned figure.
Connie’s tongue dragged over his lips as he fully took in your appearance.
It wasn’t as if Connie was some inexperienced virgin with no play. It was just an uncanny situation.
Jean and you were so eager to do this, he felt as if there had to be some sort of catch.
“Hi handsome…” You cooed as Connie got on his knees on the carpet of the bedroom, between your legs, you gently smoothed his head and rested your hand on the nape of his neck. “Strip for me?”
He nodded, instantly discarding his shirt and shrugging out of his shorts until he was in his boxers.
“Ah, so there is a bit of muscle here?” You smiled as your palm slid down Connie’s broad chest. You raked your nails across his skin, earning a soft grunt from him.
“Not as good as mine though, huh babe?” Jean chuckled.
“Shut. Up.” Connie said through gritted teeth, then turned his attention back to you.
Testing the waters, Connie settled his hands on the bare skin of your hips, it wasn’t some sort of wet dream. This was reality, so he gripped your flesh, as his brown eyes took you in.
You were gazing at him so fondly, his heart was racing and the tips of his ears went red.
“Just do what comes naturally, okay?” You reassured him as you stroked the back of his neck again.
“…Okay, Y/N.”
Connie fluttered his eyes shut as he began to gently peck upwards along your soft stomach.
You let out a content sigh.
“Con…” You breathed out, revelling in his soft touch. It spurred him on, and Connie felt accomplished that something small already made you so reactive.
Jean grinned as he leaned in, standing next to the bed to press his lips against your neck, his hand wandering down your body to cup your breast, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
“Keep goin’ Con, she’s liking it.” Jean chuckled as you mewled and scrunched your eyes shut.
Connie nodded and latched his mouth onto the other breast, flicking your nipple with the tip of his tongue as his hands still gripped your hips.
He felt more bold now, and he yanked the romper off completely.
“No panties?” Connie chuckled darkly, as he licked his lips at the sight of your pussy, slightly slimy from your arousal from both of their ministrations. “Who knew your girl was so dirty?”
“Why do you think I’m all over her?” Jean responded as he wrapped his large hand around your throat, his thumb and forefinger gripping your jaw. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you honey?”
You nodded, mind dazed from the pleasure and dirty words.
“Mhm, yes…I’m a slut.” You mustered out.
Connie felt a bit more eased in, his apprehension and frigidness fading away.
He looked up at you with a grin, big brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he spread your legs apart, giving your inner thighs a gentle lick and kissing them.
“Please…” You whimpered.
Jean grinned against your neck.
“Please, what, baby? You want us to keep going?" He took one of your earlobes between his teeth and tugged gently. “Tell us what you want."
“Want you both…make me feel good.” You breathed out shakily.
“You heard her, Jean.” Connie grinned.
Connie was in his element. He loved going down on a girl. He was smiling from ear to ear as he was given a front view of your slick folds.
His breath fanned over your wet heat, and your eyebrows furrowed together in impatience.
“Stop teasin’!” You whined.
“Jean, is she always this impatient?” Connie snorted, amused by how desperate you were.
“It’s cute..” Jean shook his head laughing. “But yeah, my princess is pretty spoilt.”
Connie delved in between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit eagerly, weaving expertly within the crevices of your wet flesh.
Your moans only spurred him on even more, he latched on and sucked harshly. Connie grinned deviously at the sound of your desperate pleas.
He teased you more before leaning down to lavishly kiss and lick between your thighs.
Jean still palming and kneading your breasts, sliding his large hands along your sides pinching your nipples as he worked to fulfil you.
Connie’s tongue played along your folds, circling your clit a few times, he was overjoyed with the way your body reacted to his every touch and tease.
“Don’t forget about me, baby.” Jean murmured as he tilted your head up to meet your lips hungrily, moving against you as he sucked your lower lip.
Pleasure circulated through your veins as the two men were consumed with satisfying you.
“Con…” You groaned as you felt your high approach you. “S’close.”
Connie grinned and quickened his movements, licking and sucking on your clit, sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body.
"Just let go, princess," He whispered against you, his tongue and lips still working away. "We've got you."
Your voice was hoarse as you sobbed, and your hips bucked violently. Body shuddering as a stream of clear liquid gushed into Connie’s mouth.
“That’s it, there we go…” Jean grinned triumphantly as he felt your body go limp in his arms.
He continued to lick and suck at your sensitive spots, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm.
“Let it all out for me." Connie murmured encouragingly.
“Alright, alright. Get to the back.” Jean chuckled. “How sweet does she taste?”
Connie stood up from his knees, savoring your essence.
“Nothing like it.” He chuckled as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
You and Jean shared a look, and you immediately despite being shaky from the intense orgasm, got on all fours on the mattress.
Jean crouched to cup the side of your face as he pecked your lips.
“Eyes on me, baby. Remember who you belong to.”
“I know, Jean…” You mumbled.
“Good girl..” He smiled as he kissed you once more. “You’re doin’ so well. Isn’t she, Con?”
Connie nodded, as he fumbled for a condom and rolled it over his length throbbing.
“The best.”
Connie trailed kisses down your back, stopping at the small of your back causing you to shiver.
Pulling down his boxers, his hardening cock springing free Jean stroked himself a few times.
“You ready for us, angel?” Jean whispered huskily.
“Yes, I want you both.”
“Course you do, you little whore.” Connie cackled as he smacked your ass, biting his lip at the recoil.
Your eyes met Jean’s as you fisted his girthy cock, your thumb rubbing and giving kitten licks to the sensitive skin earning a guttural groan right from his chest.
You almost paused as from behind, you felt Connie teasingly rub his latex-covered length along your slit.
“F-fuck! CONNIE!” You gasped out, pussy still sensitive from his mouth earlier.
“Shit, Con..” Jean chuckled, voice strained as he felt your breath on his slit. “You’re behind and she’s still calling your name.”
“Guess I’m her fave.” Connie smirked as he finally slid into your warm, wet walls.
“Y-you wish.” You mustered out, but you couldn’t deny Connie had surprised you.
You took Jean into your mouth and his fingers tangled in your hair.
“Shit, princess…” Jean heaved out as your tongue swirled around, making his cock slick with your saliva.
Connie began to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast, you were reduced to incoherent babbling.
“You like that, baby?" Connie growled hotly against your ear, wanting to one-up Jean. "You want more?"
“S’much more..!”
“You're so fucking sexy." He panted out between thrusts.
Jean moaned softly as you sucked him off, his fingers tangling violently in your hair.
Connie grunted as he continued to thrust into you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips.
"Fuck, angel," Jean growled through gritted teeth. "You're so damn good at this. That mouth of yours."
Jean’s fingers gripped with each bob of your head. His eyes were dark with desire and he watched you hungrily as Connie fucked you relentlessly.
“Let me finish in that mouth, honey.” Jean stuttered, feeling his high approach him.
"I'm gonna cum. Swallow it, baby. Take it all." Jean’s teeth sinking into his lower lip as he reached his climax, his warm seed spilling into your waiting mouth.
He panted and stroked your cheek gently as he came down from his orgasm, his softening length sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.
Without hesitation, you swallowed his cum. Jean gave a greasy smile as his thumb slipped past your lips, prying your jaw open.
“All gone, huh?” Jean grinned, admiring your tongue. “Such a dirty girl.”
You screwed your eyes shut as Connie drove deeper inside of you, your walls pulsating around him.
Your fists bunched up the sheets as Connie groaned.
The both of your moans blending simultaneously reached the peak of their pleasure, Connie spilling into the latex.
He gasped as Jean pulled you towards him, the loss of warmth making you whimper as Jean pulled you close onto him.
Your arms draped over Jean’s shoulders as you felt overwhelmed in a good way.
Jean began to kiss your temple and rubbed small circles into your back.
“Feel good, princess…?” Jean smiled as he stroked your cheek. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
You nodded, then turned to Connie with a lazy grin.
“But he was my fave.” You giggled, Jean pinching your hip.
“Hey!”
author’s note: showed connie a bit more love in this since i barely write for his ass & we have enough horse cock in this blog. if u reached this far tysm for reading, reblogs & interactions r always appreciated
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your writing is sooo good! i NEED a johnnie smut omg please write one💞
Monster- J. Guilbert
pairing: Extrovert!reader x Shy!Johnnie
classification: SMUT w/ a plot
inspiration: request^^, Monster by Lady Gaga
warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, use of y/n, dom!Johnnie (kinda), “slut,” alcohol use, slight cursing, Jake and Tara are dating in this
summary: Tara plays matchmaker, earning Johnnie the night of his life with you in a bar restroom.
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Johnnie’s been watching you all night, but he’s waiting for the alcohol to settle into his bloodstream before he finally walks up to you. You sit at the bar in a black, backless dress that allows a few of your tattoos to peak through. Bouncy curls are swept onto your shoulder, framing one side of your face as you chat with the bartender.
“Gonna keep staring or are you finally gonna make a move?” Jake nudges Johnnie’s shoulder.
Nights out like this are common for the pair, especially when living a fast paced life in the city of Los Angeles. When they’re not filming or editing, they’re usually out getting drunk, and they’ve managed to creat regular rotation of bars.
Today they find themselves at the Magic 8 Ball, the least crowded bar in L.A on a Friday night. No matter what unfamiliar faces that fill this place, though, yours is always constant. Every Friday, without fail, you saunter in and take a seat at the bar.
Johnnie can tell, just from watching you, that you’re an extrovert. You never seem to stay at the bar, you always wander onto the dance floor and lure a random stranger in for a quick bop around the room.
That’s what intimidates him, because as an introvert he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep up.
“I’m not staring,” Johnnie quips quickly, taking a swig of whatever alcoholic mixture swirls in his glass. He hisses as the liquid goes down.
If it were just Jake and Johnnie, the conversation would’ve died there. But tonight Tara joined them and she isn’t so adamant on letting the topic go.
“You should invite her to sit with us! You never know what could happen,” she prods teasing fingers into Johnnie’s sides, “plus she looks nice! I need a girlfriend to hang out with!”
“Johnnie needs a girlfriend, Tara. Not you,” Jake jokes. Johnnie rolls is eyes, scooting away from Tara as her fingers continue digging into his sides.
“I’ve had a girlfriend,” Johnnie replies, eyes darting back to where you sit at the bar.
“Yeah, had,” Jake says.
“It’s just hard to—“
“ALRIGHT! Enough!” Tara interrupts Johnnie mid sentence, slamming her hands onto the table as she stands up. “If you won’t make a move, I will,” she says, shimmying out of the booth.
Johnnie’s eyes are blown open in shock. He tries grabbing Tara before she can get too far, but she’s small and sneaky.
“That’s one way to do it,” Jake laughs, watching in amusement as his girlfriend does what his best friend doesn’t have the balls to do.
Johnnie, on the other hand, watches in horror.
There you are, sipping on your drink and chatting with the bartender, blissfully unaware of Tara’s approaching figure.
Tara sits at the bar, taking the seat directly next to yours. She interrupts your conversation with the bartender to order two drinks, one for you and one for her, before swiftly turning her attention to you with a warm smile.
Johnnie can’t bear to watch, but he also can’t look away.
You seem to like Tara, because you’re quick to engage in conversation with her. In the matter of seconds Tara has managed to learn your name, your favorite drink, and even your favorite song (it’s the one that plays over the club speakers).
“Oh God they’re coming,” Johnnie whisper shouts, trying to look casual. Tara’s arm is looped with yours as she leads you to their table, an accomplished look painting her face.
“What the fuck do I do? What the fuck do I do?! Fuck!”
“Just act casual. Don’t be weird— Oh fuck! Just shut up!” for some reason Jake finds himself just as nervous as Johnnie. Maybe he was just being empathetic, but they both scramble to get themselves together.
“Don’t be weird? What the fuck does that—”
Johnnie can’t seem to catch a break, because as soon as Tara reaches the booth she’s interrupting him. “Guys. This is Y/n, my new friend,” she gestures towards you, “Y/n, this is my boyfriend Jake and this is our friend Johnnie.”
The moment Tara says your name it’s engraved in Johnnie’s mind. He’s already in love.
Your smile is so big it could light up the room. You extend a hand to the two, immediately introducing yourself and falling into the booth next to Johnnie.
His heart is pounding and his ears are red hot with embarrassment.
“Well, while you two get acquainted, Jake and I are gonna go get drunk,” Tara says, pulling Jake out of the booth before he can get any more comfortable than he already is. She shoots Johnnie a wink before sending you a small wave, leading a confused Jake into the crowd of people.
“She’s nice. I like her,” you comment, watching until the couple disappears. “She’s… something,” Johnnie coughs, he’s so unbelievably awkward.
You chuckle, mostly because you think he’s cute and you find his fiddly personality amusing.
“Johnnie, huh? I had a friend named Johnnie once,” you say, attempting to make conversation. Your manicured nails tap against you glass cup, silver hoop earrings reflecting the strobing lights as you try catching his gaze.
“Bet he didn’t look like this though,” Johnnie replies, clearly referring to his all black attire.
“Hmmm, no. He definitely didn’t,” you giggle. You take a sip from your drink, a lipstick stain remaining once you place the cup back onto the table. Johnnie wonders what it’d feel like to kiss you.
“You’re much cuter,” you continue. Johnnie can’t tell if he’s dreaming, were you actually flirting with him?
Maybe it’s the surge of confidence your compliment gives him, or maybe the alcohol finally kicked in, but Johnnie suddenly finds himself being flirtatious.
“So do you flirt with all the Johnnies you know?”
He’s surprised at how fast you quip back, “Nope. Just the cute ones.”
You’ve subconsciously leaned closer to him, your faces dangerously close.
“Okay, so we’ve established that I’m cute,” he smirks. “What else am I?”
You giggle, a sound that Johnnie swears he can listen to for forever.
“Well clearly you’re not shy anymore,” your finger traces the rim of your drink. A drunk smile and sultry eyes lure him in, pulling him close enough for his lip rings to press against your skin.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he murmurs, a wandering hand finding your thigh. You shiver at the sensation. His fingers were ice cold, but they still managed to ignite a fire deep within your core.
“Like this?” you tease, batting your eyelashes.
You never made it a habit of sleeping with strangers, but Johnnie was the sheep in wolves clothing that played innocent until you were close enough to bite.
“I warned you,” his breath fans against your lips one last time before he’s capturing your lips in a heated kiss. It’s the first kiss Johnnie’s had in years which makes it that much more exciting.
Your plump lips chase his as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The club is loud, but you’re so immersed in the man in front of you that you forget you’re not the only two people in the room and lose all control.
Johnnie’s hands find your waist, tugging until you’re straddling his lap. He pulls away breathlessly, silently thanking Tara for working her magic once he sees you on top of him.
Your dress rides up slightly, revealing more of your backside than you’d like. The sight earns you a few whistles from bystanders, breaking you from your lustful daze. “Oh shit,” you squeak, trying to scramble off of Johnnie, but his grip is firm enough to keep you in place.
An animalistic, monster-like need has overtaken him and he’s willing to sacrifice his self image to fuck you in front of all these strangers. But he simultaneously doesn’t want anyone else to see you, to enjoy you, the way he’s about to.
“Restroom. Now,” he growls, pinching the soft skin of your ass. You squeal in excitement, allowing the desires of your flesh to cloud your judgement as you hop off of him and wiggle your way out of the booth. You adjust your dress as you wait for Johnnie to follow before taking his hand in yours and leading him towards the restroom. He makes a mental note to let this be the only time you lead him tonight.
Everyone’s watching, yet you can’t find it in you to feel embarrassed. If anything it excites you more.
You find the restroom quickly, a wave of gratitude washing over you when you realize it’s a single stall. This means you can be as loud as you want, and from the look in Johnnie’s eyes, you can tell you’ll also need the extra room.
He’s quick to lock the door and immediately engulfs your face in his hands, bringing you in for the second heated kiss of the night. Johnnie’s eager and it shows in the way he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip.
His left hand remains on your face while the other travels down to your ass, squeezing firmly against the material of your dress. A moan escapes your lips, providing him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes surprisingly sweet, like pomegranate and pineapple.
He leads you to the sink counter, your bodies bouncing back slightly when they hit the cold marble. “Up,” he commands.
You hop onto the counter, giving him enough room to fit between your legs. Johnnie’s erection presses against your inner thigh, but he gives you no time to comment on it before his lips are back on yours.
Johnnie’s hand’s find your boobs, massaging your mounds slowly as he deepens the kiss. “More,” you murmur against the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer to you. He smirks against your mouth at your neediness.
“So needy.” He pulls your head back, providing him with perfect access to your neck. Sloppy, open mouth kisses trail from your jawline down to your exposed collarbone. Each one gives you goosebumps.
“Fuck me please,” you whimper, feeling your panties become more soaked by the second. “So polite,” he teases, sucking on your skin until it bruises.
The rough material of his jeans comes in contact with your clothed pussy. He dry humps you just to hear the strained moans that escape your lips.
Finally, when you rut back, he decides he’s teased you enough. Your dress is bunched up around your waist, exposing the wet underwear that he pushes to the side.
“So fucking sexy,” he grunts, kneeling in front of you to get a better view. He’s in love. What he wants to do is eat you out, but there’s no time for that in a club as crowded as this. Especially not when there’s only one restroom.
You watch in awe as he presses a quick kiss on your bundle of nerves, immediately licking his lips right after. “Yummy,” he chuckles, bringing you in for another hungry kiss.
Your hands find his belt, unbuckling it with fervor and tugging at his belt loop to bring him back in to you. He gets the message and helps you in unbuttoning his skin-tight jeans. Your forehead is flush against his as you watch his dick spring up, it bobs back and forth as you take in the sheer size.
“Holy fuck,” your voice is full of exasperation. How was that meant to fit inside of you?
Maybe it’s because he hasn’t done this in a long time, but Johnnie suddenly feels self conscious. He hides his face in your neck before you can notice how red it becomes, but you’re quick to push his shoulders back.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed. Where’d that monster go?” you place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. His dick twitches and cries precum at the reassurance.
He pulls you back in for a kiss, feeling confident once again. He lines himself up tentatively with your entrance, rubbing the tip along your folds before slowly pushing himself in.
Your eyes are screwed shut, small tears forming at the corners as you struggle to adjust to the stretch. “Fuck Johnnie, wait,” you say, pushing against his stomach slightly. Suddenly you’re not sure you want him to fuck you dumb, his size alone was enough to have you seeing stars.
Your words fall on deaf ears, though, and before you know it he’s pushed himself all the way in. You gasp, throwing your head back against the bathroom mirror. Your pussy clenches around him as you try to hold him in place knowing the longer you keep him there, the more time you’ll have to adjust.
It’s no use though, because he begins thrusting into you at a relentless, unforgiving pace. The pain is quickly replaced with pleasure, the tip of his penis kissing your cervix every time his hips slam into yours.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he grunts, strong hands gripping your waist so he can fuck into you even faster. You whimper at the sensation, his fingers were sure to leave bruises.
“Just like that, Johnnie. So good,” you egg him on, holding onto his neck for support. He hasn’t slowed his pace, instead moving one hand from your hips down to your throbbing clit.
Your legs instinctively push together, but his body moves them back into their previous position as he continues. “Such a slut,” he purrs, watching the euphoric look that paints your face when he rubs his thumb against your sensitive nub.
“Yes! Such a slut,” you’re drunk on dick, babbling whatever will get you closer to your pending release.
“My slut?” he asks, using the hand that was previously gripping your waist to take a firm hold of your face. Your eyes lock with his, taking notice of the way lust clouds his pupils. “All yours,” you whisper.
He smirks, leaning down to kiss you. Your tongues collide in a heated mixture of moans and whimpers. All the while he continues pounding into you and rubbing circles on your clit.
One particularly hard thrust has you dumb, a string of curse words and chants of his name being the only thing you can manage to say. “C’mon baby, c’mon,” he growls, sloppily kissing you as he feels his climax approaching.
“Johnnie!”
Your walls flutter around him, your entire body trembling as your orgasm washes over you.
Your hair falls in front of your face and you find yourself holding Johnnie’s wrist, pushing his hand away as it continues working on your clit. “Almost there,” he moans, pulling his hand away to focus his attention on fucking you.
You’re sensitive. You’re whimpering. You’re so fucked out that it’s overstimulating.
“Cum for me, handsome,” you moan, still coming down from your own high. He continues rutting his hips into you, chasing his release until finally it washes over him.
Hot spurts of cum paint your insides, lazy hips rolling against you. He’s panting from above you, hands falling from your body and latching onto the counter for support.
“Fuck that was… that was amazing,” Johnnie says, pulling out of you reluctantly.
He knows the sooner he pulls out and you two get dressed, the quicker you’ll become strangers. And that’s terrifying.
“You were amazing,” you reply, using your finger to pull his pensive gaze back towards you by his chin.
“Don’t tell me it’s a one and done,” you pout, “I was hoping to have more moments like that.”
Johnnie still stands between your legs, his limp dick resting on your exposed thighs. He lights up at your suggestion. His hands have opted for a much softer hold on your hips, thumbs massaging your skin. He knows he was rough, but he couldn’t help it.
“I mean— I’d like to— we could— fuck I’m so bad at this,” he stutters, suddenly reverting back to his natural, awkward state.
“You’re cute,” you giggle, pecking his nose and hopping off the counter. His ears flush red again.
“How about we get cleaned up and then we’ll worry about the rest later, yeah?”
“Yeah,” a big goofy smile adorns his face. His rosy cheeks make you wanna pinch him and gush over how cute he looks.
“Weren’t you just fucking my brains out a second ago?” you tease, only making him more flustered.
“I’m shy, I can’t help it.”
“Not that shy apparently,” you pull him in for one more kiss.
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fantasizing about protective festival!ellie
warnings: 18+ explicit sexual descriptions, drug use, alcohol use, very Very brief choking kink, implied homophobia, mild possession, pet names
an: an offering until i finish part 2 of you belong to me i thought of this at work and knew she would be a festival girlie okokenjoy
she def tried to convince u to let her buy an airtag and stick it in ur outfit just in case she lost you in the crowd “you could just call me els” “what if ur phone dies” she pouted
she wore a simple button up that was unbuttoned with a sports bra underneath, her abs showing which made ur toes curl and loose basketball shorts. meanwhile u had to spend hours trying to find what to wear, always earning a “everything looks so good on you baby” as ellie watched u change for the 8th time
“absolutely not” she protested one of the more scandalous outfits u tried on, typically she wouldn’t care and actually liked ur skin showing to be able to flaunt you around “you know how these people are there, i don’t need you being ogled all night”
no bc watching her dance at the actual festival was intoxicating, grinding up behind you going with the beat of the music, grabbing ur ass and feeling u up in a way that felt hungry
also note she had a blunt resting in her mouth while she danced on u AHH
im also picturing her in a backwards worn out ball cap do with that what u will,, ok carrying on
u were only crossed, as when u suggested trying something a bit harder ellie def had something to say "idk babe u dont even take well to being too high sometimes" "fine but were doing shots!"
so u both were wasted, she guided ur hips with her hands to spin you around to face her the strobe lights started going crazy for the drop of the song that was playing
ellie hit the blunt while u watched not even questioning it bc she was so fucking fine while doing
she inhaled slightly and leaned in, grabbed ur neck face and blew the smoke into your mouth for u after u exhaled she wrapped her free arm around ur waist pulling u closer in
this time she kissed u and kissed u hard, still grinding to the music while doing so ofc
her hand wandering around ur back down to ur ass and when the kiss ended u continued dancing and ellie took a quick glance around
she saw a guy poking at his friend then pointing to u and her and immediately protective mode was activated
"cmon, i gotta go to the bathroom" grabbing ur hand and not even giving u the chance to respond "ellieeeeeeeee"
u guys were towards the back because "i dont wanna lose u in the crowd plus i think i would suffocate"
"els we just went to the bathroom" "i saw some guys staring at us, i didn't like the looks of it" she was very occasionally glancing in the direction where u guys came from, obviously worried
"lets go finish this and then go back" she suggested and brought u to the back of one of the food stands,, holding ur hand the entire time of course kinda too tight like she was white knuckling that shit
u guys passed it back and forth a few times before the redness of your perfect eyes, being crossed, and full on craving u overwhelmed her
"els!" u giggled as she sucked on ur exposed neck, marking every single square inch she possibly could before moving to ur jaw
ellie being ellie she lightly bit ur earlobe sending shockwaves thru u n feeling the surge of confidence ((and bc shes a cocky shit)) she goes "let those try guys come near you, you're mine"
immediate butterflies. immediate pulsing in ur pussy like oh my GOD and being so horrendously down bad u say "i'm yours"
instinctively u stretched ur arms over her shoulders and as soon as u started to move ur hands thru her hair in pleasure she threw the remaining blunt to the ground and literally picked u up
like hoisted u up so that ur legs were around her waist, one of her hands placed itself on ur back the other firmly on ur ass
this was all mid kiss btw
she spun around and crashed ur back into the back of the food stand and bc shes so strong she could hold you there basically by holding herself so close to you
she reached a hand down feeling ur pussy thru the very light shorts u had on "no underwear, huh baby?" all u could do was shake ur head the feeling of her touching u was overwhelming to say the least "and already so wet, tsk tsk"
u blushed but thank god it was dark bc she wouldve teased u about it and u wanted so badly for her to just kiss u again u leaned in slightly as if asking permission
"and so needy" "please, els" "what was that?" she paused her fingers on ur core and u whined "words princess, i need words"
sigh, anyway
leaving the festival she knew u were drained and let u piggy back most of the way to the car, she drove back home letting u sleep peacefully in the passenger seat
when u guys got back home she was fully prepared to carry u in but u woke up
but u were way to tired to get ready for bed so she undressed u, showered u, and put u in one of her tee shirts and ultimately put u to bed only to be interrupted by her coming to cuddle only a short time later
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So I watched the first episode of HH, I know pray for me,,,,, it's tolerable??? Maybe more so if I got wasted before viewing idk
Nifty showed up for two scenes. Two bloody scenes. The Lady and the Tramp cannibal people were more impactful then her,,,,, female lead cartoon who??? /lh I can't comment on her voice acting because she. She never spoke anything that I could remember to comment on,,, Nifty fans I am so sorry you deserve better
I actually liked both the songs they were cool,,, Adam was more better but that's just my preference here not an actual criticism,,, Speaking of Adam he was fun!!! His potential was thrown into a gutter and shat on by rabid squirrels before given to some pelicans but he didn't make me wanna rip my hair out!!! Part of me prays that he actually cared about the dead exterminator and he's a father figure to them but if they did that they'd woobify the shit out of him so I assume he's just gonna be a one dimensional dickhead which kinda sucks,,,, Though he just kinda feels like Mammon, But He's Yellow
Angel's new VA is,,,, he's trying so hard to be the previous VA but he's not the previous VA so it doesn't sound right,,, V (I am not calling her fucking Vagina) was tolerable, Alastor was painfully mid but it might grow on me??? I am never getting used to Husk what is he doing. Give me back his pilot version,,, I actually enjoyed Charlie's VA!! She was good I liked the performance,,,,
As someone who strives to do character design and character writing I live in pure fucking fear of the shitstorm that will soon arrive and I worry that the songs I like will turn out to have a really fucking awful lyric considering the subtitles were auto generated,,,, I shall now shove my head in a pillow and cry thank you for reading
#hazbin hotel criticism#hazbin hotel critical#hazbin hotel critique#hazbin critical#hazbin critique#hazbin criticism#simper says stuff
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Synopsis: He didn't have a girlfriend when you met him, he won't have one when you're done with him.
warnings: smut, sub!changbin, tattooartist!changbin, dom!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), reader is kinda a bitch, oral (both receiving), use of sex toys, nicknames, can't think of anything else really so lmk if there's something I should add
Part 4 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.
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Sleeping around wasn’t his thing. It wasn’t back in college and it isn’t now that he’s moved out of his parent’s house and has a full time job. Changbin loved his job, so much so that he fully disclosed during every consultation with a potential client that he has strict rules about what happens during tattooing sessions– as well as afterwards. He wasn’t sure what it was that made him attract his client like moths to a flame, and not just because they enjoyed his art style. Changbin knew he was relatively good looking, he worked hard to maintain his figure because he genuinely enjoyed the way it made him feel. Being in such close contact with people for hours on end, and in such intimate places at times, there needed to be boundaries.
He’d just finished cleaning up his work station after a grueling four hour set with a client who wanted a few panels from an anime on his calf. Changbin was satisfied with how the tattoo turned out, even though he didn’t like how thick the client wanted the borders. As long as they were happy, he was happy. “Changbin! Your four o’clock is here,” Jisung, body piercer and receptionist when needed, called out from the lobby. Fuck, he thought to himself. He’d completely forgotten he agreed to a consultation during his usual lunch break, stomach growling as he spread hand sanitizer over his palms and walking out of his work room.
The shop was usually packed on a Saturday afternoon, the other artists booked just as much as he was. Dusting off his pants, he looked at Jisung who was talking mid-conversation with whom he presumed to be his consultation.
“Ah, I’ve never seen that anime. Should I check it out?” Jisung leaned over the glass counter with puppy dog eyes at you, not noticing Changbin walk up.
“You should, it’s chaotic in all the best ways. Though, I’d be careful if you’re freaked out by blood,” you joked, batting your eyelashes at him.
“Lucky for you, I’m not squeamish. I’m the shop’s piercer.” Changbin walked around the counter to stand next to Jisung, who still hadn’t acknowledged his friend. “So if I wanted some new jewelry, you’re the man I’d come to?” If Changbin didn’t take up so much space compared to the piercer, you wouldn’t have looked twice his way. He was thick in all the right places, buff and still so soft looking. His hair had been swept to the side as best as possible, sporting a “woke up like this but I’m still hotter than you” sort of look. Your attention to Changbin had Jisung following your gaze towards the muscular man, “here he is! This is Changbin, our anime tattoo specialist. He’ll be doing your consultation today.”
Changbin had been looking for the consultation paperwork on the counter, grabbing a clipboard and pen. When he looked up, you were staring at him intently, eyes almost piercing through him without the use of needles. If he didn’t know better he would’ve thought you were trying to read his mind. “Hi,” you spoke all too sweetly for the look of mischief that your expression held.
The tattoo artist gulped comically loud, for some reason his cheeks heating up under your alluring stare. “T-this way,” he stuttered out, head cocking the direction of his station. Both of the boys watched you as you sent a smirk to Jisung, walking further into the shop. As Changbin caught his breath again and turned to follow you, Jisung smacked his back a couple times and jumped excitedly. “She was definitely hitting on me. I think I might ask her for her number when you’re done,” he whispered into Changbin’s ear. You’d turned to see where he was, unsure of where you were going, and he was sure you’d heard them with the sultry look that seemed to be effortless. Looking back at his friend again, Changbin rolled his eyes and led you to the room.
He didn’t notice the plastic bag you were holding until you’d set it down on the table in the corner, closing the door and sitting on his usual stool. You rummaged through the bag, pulling out a paper wrapped sandwich and holding it out his way. Changbin looked at you quizzically, “I’m sure you haven’t eaten yet, so I picked up something on the way here. I hope you like Subway.”
Though reluctant to take a free meal from a client who was going to pay hundreds of dollars for his services, your insistence made him accept it. His stomach rumbled as he set it down on the end of the padded table, “thank you.” He’d begun unwrapping the sandwich as you hopped onto the table, slightly invading his personal space with how close you’d chosen to sit next to him and the meal. You swung your feet, legs bare as you wore only a pair of shorts and a loose shirt tucked into the front. Changbin could smell the strawberry lotion you’d put on this morning, adding to his already present hunger. Quickly taking a bite of the sandwich to distract himself from how soft your skin looked, he’d spoken again. “So what can I do for you?”
“I’m not sure how much you heard of my conversation earlier with…” your voice trailed off, looking to him for assistance.
“Jisung?” Although his mouth was full, Changbin’s jaw slightly dropped at your ignorance for not catching his friend’s name even though you were clearly flirting.
“Jisung, yeah…” for some reason, you paused, examining Changbin as he avoided eye contact with you. “That sandwich must have a great personality. You can’t look away from it longer than two seconds.” Changbin stopped eating immediately, cheeks full and eyes going wide at you calling him out.
“I— I mean, it’s a good sandwich,” was all he managed to come up with, finally meeting your face that was tilted and expressionless. Nervously, he finished what was in his mouth and wrapped it back up, setting it off to the side so his full attention was on you now. “You were saying… about Jisung?”
You hummed, “Jisung?” Changbin didn’t know how to act around you. He’d fiddled with his fingers while you remembered what you were here for. “Oh! The tattoo I wanted,” a smirk found its way back to your lips as you pulled your phone from your back pocket. “Have you seen the anime, Dorohedoro?” Changbin shook his head, no. Your fingers tapped your phone, flipping the screen to show him the reference picture. He ruffled his hair and pushed it to the side so it didn’t block his vision, though he couldn’t help noticing how pretty and slender your fingers were with nails cleanly done. The picture was of two characters, both wearing bunny ears and strange masks, Changbin had no idea what the show was about despite his extensive knowledge on anime. He took the phone from your hand, getting a closer look at it. There was no doubt in his mind he could do it.
“Where did you want it?” He handed you back your phone, careful to not let himself touch you. It was obvious, making you grin as his hands shook. Tossing the phone at the top of the table, you lifted your arm, exposing the underside of your right bicep. He took into consideration how supple your skin looked, practically glowing. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he stood and walked towards the back table. “If you don’t mind, I need to take some measurements,” he mumbled. “Do what you need to do.”
Finding the ruler and a marker, he found his way back in front of you. You held your arm out for him again, watching as he asked about how big you wanted it and marking the area you’d said. Now, he was even closer to you. Instead of just strawberries, he could smell something a little more floral sweet and powdery. It was intoxicating, Changbin slightly held his breath to keep himself together.
He pulled away, cursing himself for getting caught up in the proximity. It was quiet as he scribbled on the clipboard, not trusting himself to speak. So you broke the silence first, “think you can pull it off?”
Not looking up, “I know I can,” he responded softly.
“Great.” You jumped off of the table, pushing past him to get to your stuff in the corner. Changbin caught a whiff of you again, this time letting himself inhale deeply. You'd heard him, happy to know you made him nervous. After slinging your purse over your shoulder, you walked back up to him, waiting for his attention. It took everything in Changbin not to meet your seductive gaze and drown in your scent. Still, he failed, dropping the pen and finding your hand on his as you both reached to pick it up. You’d looked up at the same time as him, catching his eyes.
It was subtle, the way your head was tilted down so that you could look at him through your lashes the way you were looking at Jisung earlier. Only this time your eyes went back and forth slowly between his eyes and lips. They were perfectly plump and proportionate, so entirely kissable that you almost did, almost leaned in but stopped yourself by grabbing the pen from under his palm and standing. Changbin looked dazed from his crouched position in front of you, head upturned to keep contact. Another sinful smirk crossed your lips, watching as he slowly stood as well, knocking the tray of his tools slightly. This made you laugh and he internally swore he’d never heard anything so mesmerizing in his life. As embarrassed as he was to be making a fool of himself, he smiled knowing he’d been the one to force a sound such as your laugh from your lips. Still, his ears and cheeks burned.
You handed him the pen, gesturing to the forgotten papers with your eyebrows. “Right,” Changbin hurriedly took the pen, scribbling something down and turning to leave the room. Just as he got to the doorway, he faced you again. “I never got your name?” Telling him, he pursed his lips to keep from smiling and asked for you to follow him back to the front counter to finish up the process.
Changbin thanked the heavens that Jisung wasn’t there anymore, seeing him with a client across the room. Your footsteps padded lightly around the other side, politely waiting for him. “How much is it going to be?” You asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Um—” he paused, thinking of an estimation. “M–maybe around one fifty? It’s a lot of fine detailing,” he said it like he was afraid to offend you in some way.
“That’s reasonable. I would’ve paid more if it was your price. I’ve been waiting for a consultation with you to open up for months.” Months? You’d been waiting for him? If you’d come in person and asked to meet with him, Changbin would’ve kicked anyone out of the shop to make room for you.
You’d put him on the spot again, more blood rushing to his cheeks. “I’m glad you’re here now,” he admitted, truthfully so. With a gaze as devilish as yours, he’d swear he could burst into flames. He punched numbers into a calculator, switching what little attention he had back and forth between that and the paperwork. “I’m glad you’d agreed to take me.”
“How could I say no?” There was unintentional tension behind his words, realizing it all too late. You already read into his tone, watching his body shift uncomfortably as you leaned your elbows onto the counter. Not saying anything else, you just examined his hands gripping the pen and his mouth biting at the inside of his cheek. It was cute the way he looked up every few moments to see if you were still paying attention to him. You were, not planning on stopping until he asked for you to.
“Sign please,” he flipped the paper around to you, putting the pen down and turning his back to pretend to look busy so that you couldn’t see how red his face was. It didn’t hide the crimson of his ears, though. You did as he asked. “When can I see you next?” Changbin silently gasped and looked at you over his shoulder. If only he could’ve seen how shocked he looked, it made you feel giddy like a schoolgirl. How this big, masculine presenting man was absolute putty before you, not having to have lifted a finger to get him that way.
“For our first ink session,” you clarified. A sigh of relief escaped him, turning back around to regain some control over his breathing before he could look you in the face again. “Erm— I’ll have to check my calendar. I’ll give you my number and we can work it out.”
Grabbing one of his business cards, Changbin handed it to you. You took it, but set it down blank side up and reached for the pen again. He curiously watched you scribble on it, sliding it along with the paperwork across the counter towards him. “I’ve got your number already. Would you mind sending me a text when you’re free?” It was ballsy, sure. A bit rude? Maybe. But still absolutely flustering for Changbin, who could only nod eagerly and fiddle with the card. “Well then, you know how to reach me.”
Your eyes stayed on him for a moment, reading the way Changbin’s own stare traveled from your eyes, to your lips, down your neck, and stopping at the sight of your shirt tucked between your breasts that were unintentionally pushed together by your arms. He’d never looked at a client that way, not until now. Unsure of what came over him, he dumbly replied, “I’ll be waiting.” You’d cocked your head at him, finding the shakiness of his voice endearing. The lack of response kept him talking, “for your text… to set up an appointment. I didn’t mean— I didn’t wanna imply—”
“I know what you meant,” you giggled, “cute.” You didn’t show it, but you’d felt yourself grow fond of him after a few twenty minutes of meeting. His shyness made you want to just eat him up. A few moments passed, just the two of you basking in the other’s presence from opposite sides of the cash register. Once Changbin remembered where he was, he broke the contact and looked around the shop, taking that as your queue to leave. You pushed yourself off the counter and readjusted your shirt, “I’ll see you, Changbin.” The air left his lungs as his name rolled off your tongue, willing to give anything to hear you say it again. What almost knocked him off of his feet was the way you walked away towards the exit, using your back to push it open and sending him a wink followed by a cheeky smile. You were gone, and Changbin could feel himself already anticipating the next time he were to see you.
The dinging of your phone went off later that night, an unknown number showing up on your homescreen. You read it curiously, hey, got an opening on monday night. You didn’t actually have Changbin’s number, you just banked on the hope that you’d read all the signs right. Thankfully, you did.
Back at the shop, Jisung was counting the change in the register, waiting for Changbin to finish disinfecting his station after another client came in after you for a touch up. He’d come back to the front of the shop to meet with the piercer, sighing as they both plopped down onto some empty seats. Pulling out his phone, Changbin looked for your name in his message list to reread your text. It was stupid and far too sudden. Though, stupidity has a way of making itself entirely too present.
A moment later, another text came in. Can’t wait to see u tonight, it said. Another thing he’d forgotten that day, a date with a girl who he’d met a month ago. He let out another deep breath before locking his phone and dropping it onto the counter. “Fuck.”
Sunday went by all too fast. Even though Changbin was easy enough to wrap around your finger, it didn’t mean you planned it in the first place. It just sort of happened. Him, on the other hand, had forgotten for the time being about you. His date went well, they’d talked, drank, and had a lot in common. It surprised him, not actually expecting for anything to come from meeting up with her. It was a spur of the moment thing, giving his number to her when he’d accidentally crashed into her in the grocery store. He was excited to see her again.
It was already Monday afternoon by the time you’d figured out how you were going to go about the tension with the tattoo artist. You were simply going to not do anything about it. If he still walked on eggshells around you, you’d act like he wasn’t. If he was straight forward, you’d simply reciprocate.
You were laid out on his table, right arm extended so he could reach where you wanted him to work. For a while, it was professional, quiet with some occasional small talk. Then he asked about the tattoo, “you never told me about the show.”
“Hm? The anime?” you broke from your daze, trying not to think of the pain.
“Yeah,” he pulled the needle away from you and wiped the sheen of sweat on his forehead. Changbin reached for his water bottle and waited for you to respond.
“Don’t get me started, I won’t stop.”
“That good?” He smirked, so god awfully sinful.
“That good.”
Neither of you knew how it happened. One second you were handing him your credit card and the next you’re in the backseat of his car. The windows were dripping with the condensation you and Changbin created from being cramped over each other for so long. He’d flipped you into every possible position that could’ve been done in the tiny and uncomfortable space. Finally settling on laying you on your back with one leg hung over his shoulder while he used your other one to sling around his hip, he buried his face into your neck and pounding away. Car sex usually wasn’t your thing, however sometimes it’s good to get out of your comfort zone.
That was only the first of many “ink sessions.” Though Changbin wasn’t wrong, it was a lot of little details he had to be thorough about. But tattoo sessions usually ended with his cock in your mouth, hands, or finishing into your cunt. Thankfully, birth control exists. You’d learned it was one of his favorite things to do, cum inside you. Although you’d gotten him to admit that, he still kept the areas he fucked you in to a minimum being his car, your car, his work room, wherever he could have you– except for his house. His reasoning for not inviting you over being, “I can’t do that to Jisung. It’d be breaking roommate code.” What position were you in to argue?
Clearly the more desperate one. It got to a point where you’d intentionally distract him during appointments, not breaking eye contact with him while you were immobile on your back, wearing less and less clothing, going as far shoving your hand down your pants because you wanted to see how the pain from the needle would feel along side the pleasure. You were just that comfortable. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t think that was the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed. That same day, he threw the tattoo pen down and ate you out on the table. This was a constant recurrence, up until you’d texted him one night asking to come over.
Can I stop by to see you tonight?
It’d been a hard week for him, and apparently you, using that excuse as the reason for the text. He’d sent the address almost instantly and told Jisung not to come out of his room for a while. “Why? Finally bringing someone over, hm?” his roommate joked. Changbin rolled his eyes, pushing Jisung into his room and closing the door for him. Another ding, you’d be over in fifteen minutes. That gave him just enough time to freshen up, clean his room, make sure he was clean all over and spray a little bit of cologne.
You were right on time, Changbin had lingered near the door so that he could listen for your footsteps. You didn’t even get to knock before he’d opened it, catching you adjusting your crop top and fixing your hair. There weren't really introductions or a house tour to be given, you were ushered towards his room before you could fully kick off your shoes. As soon as the two of you were alone in private– with a bed this time– it only took Changbin a matter of seconds to have yours and his clothes shed and lost somewhere in the room.
He wanted to take his time with you, he really did. But something about having you so close and intimate, able to smell the same strawberry lotion on your smooth skin, he’d do anything to please you. That’s how he ended up on his back with you on top of him, using his cock to get yourself off while he wasn’t allowed to so much as touch you, let alone cum. You were swirling your hips in circles and different patterns, reaching between your legs to toy with your clit, doing whatever you needed to reach another climax, and all Changbin could do was watch and wait for your command.
You looked down at him, hot and flustered with crimson cheeks, you couldn’t help but reach down and cup his chin to tilt up. “You’re doing so well, baby. Who knew a big boy like you would be able to last so long,” Changbin whimpered and your hips stilled, voluntarily clenching to feel as much of him as possible. His eyes screwed shut as he thought of anything that wasn’t your wet heat contracting around him to stop him from coming.
“Do I make you feel good? Do you wanna cum, big boy?” Changbin nodded furiously, knuckles whitening as he gripped the sheets harder. “Say it. Let me hear you.”
“Please! Yes– wanna cum so bad.” You gripped his chin tighter, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were watering and on the verge of tears, and damn did it make you just want to eat him up. Smiling down at him, withering and fucked out without getting to cum once, you said, “too bad.”
He arched into the bed and shut his eyes again, the tears finally falling. “You’re a fucking demon.”
You leaned down and tipped his face to the side to gain access to his ear. “Hi, I’m Hell. It’s nice to meet you,” you whispered as you bit on the sensitive lobe. This ripped another groan from him, he was losing his patience and so, so close to busting without your permission. It was easy to tell, he was squirming and breathing incredibly hard. Despite your words, you took pity on him. He just looked all too pretty to keep denying. You used him a bit longer, just enough to get you to the same point as he was. That didn’t take very long, his whines and pretty tears had you reeling.
Running your hands up his defined chest and along his arms slowly, you took his hands and brought them to your hips. He gripped them hard as soon as your skins touched. Lifting your hips and just leaving the tip in, you made room for him to move. “Cum.” No more time was wasted, Changbin wrapped his arms around your torso and held on for dear life to pound into you from below. The hand you snuck into his hair to pull at spurred him on, lips attaching to his neck to leave nasty marks. Your walls pulsed around him ever so tightly, he was close. His pelvis rubbed against your clit so, so nicely, bringing you to melt into him and your orgasm took over your body. As your toes curled and body convulsed over him, Changbin pulled you as close to him as possible, hips stuttering and staying buried deep inside as he unloaded himself into you. To say orgasm denial after denial was his favorite thing, he’d be lying. However you made it feel euphoric, it was the hardest he’d ever come. The way you called his name and touched him like he was all you saw— he really did believe you were Hell itself.
You’d spent the night, both of you too tired to even clean up. But when Changbin woke up, you were gone. All that you’d left was a note on his bedside table next to a pair of soiled panties, saying how you had to get to work and that you’d text him. He took the panties, bringing them to his nose and letting your scent fill his senses. Even after the mind blowing orgasm and getting to fall asleep in your arms, he longed for you again. Everything you did, even if you didn’t mean to do it, kept him so easily wrapped and tied around your pretty fingers. The only problem was being able to keep you in his bed.
Changbin had a good chunk of time before he was supposed to see you again for your next appointment, giving him time to grab some food for dinner. He was sitting in the front of the shop again, chit chatting with his roommate about what food they should order. The bell of the door rang, Jisung immediately jumped to greet whoever it was. “Hi, how can I help you?”
“Actually, I’m here to see Changbin.” The mentioning of his name made him snap his head to attention. In his element stood the girl he’d gone out with some time ago, a nervous smile plastered on her face. Standing abruptly, he knocked his chair back into the wall, causing the other customers and artists in the shop to stare.
“Wh— hi? What’re you doing here?” There was a shakiness to his voice. She didn’t say anything, smiling wider and holding up a plastic to-go bag. There was a moment of silence as she placed the bag on the counter and began removing its contents, Changbin and Jisung sharing a confused look. The girl pulled out a Subway sandwich and a cookie, “I— I got you food. I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just— well, I tried to remember what you had when we got dinner and kind of went from there. You don’t have to eat it—“
“Thank you,” Changbin cut her off, placing his hand on hers that rested on the counter. She blushed, her eyes widening at his touch.
Just then, the bell rang again. The girl was too entranced in the contact to react with the piercer and tattoo artist to see you walk in, a plastic bag in hand and a smile that wiped clean off your face as soon as you spotted his hand on hers. Changbin was frozen in place, a deer caught in the headlights except the headlights were his two worlds colliding. He locked eyes with you, both of you unmoving. It took a moment for the girl to follow his gaze behind her, seeing who was distracting him from such an intimate moment.
You were more confused than anything, eyeing the way he’d hesitated to pull away from her and wiping his hand onto his jeans. The girl’s head turned a few times between you and him, Jisung just as lost. It wasn’t like the two of you were exclusive, but you had both disclosed that there was no one else either of you were sleeping with. Apparently, that didn’t mean there wasn’t anyone else emotionally.
You weren’t about to be the first one to back down from the intense staring contest. Narrowing your eyes, you then realized he wasn’t going to acknowledge anything in front of her, clearly not wanting to leave her with a bad impression. You shouldn’t have cared about this in the slightest, but for some reason it made your blood boil.
You had a new idea. Breaking away first, you turned to the piercer, “hi Jisung. I brought you this,” you walked in front of him, standing next to the girl and holding the bag out for Jisung to take. Changbin was staring daggers at you, but the pettiness inside told you to ignore it.
“Me?” Jisung was blushing just as red as the girl. Nodding, you pushed the bag out further for him. As he took it from you, you passed a quick glance at Changbin. He looked as though he was going to combust. Changbin had to remember that his roommate had no idea about the affair that the two of you had going on, forcing him to act as if everything was normal. “Just thought of you on my way over here,” you said sweetly, but Changbin could hear the venom lacing intended for him.
Seeing you paying no mind to the artist made the girl relax a little, turning back to him to reclaim his attention. She was speaking clear and coherent sentences to him, but every word that came out of her mouth went in one ear and out the other to Changbin who was too focused on listening in on your and Jisung’s conversation. He was talking to you like you’d known each other forever, making you laugh the way that lulled Changbin in like a siren song. Every fiber in his body told him to be jealous of his roommate, however his brain reminded him of who was standing before him.
“Did you… did you hear what I said?“ The girl asked, realizing that Changbin’s mind was a million miles away from her.
“Wha— yeah,” he replied, unbothered. “Yeah, I heard you.” He hadn’t. He was too worried about how you and Jisung were both leaning in a little too close to each other over the counter and your hand was running along his bicep. Changbin ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down from the sudden emotional turmoil that stirred inside of him. Why was he jealous of his friend when he was the one who got to fuck you? More than once, at that. Clearly he had something that Jisung didn’t, so why were you making the same eyes at him as you did at Changbin?
He’d had enough, putting the lunch contents the girl had gotten for him back into the plastic bag and placing it on the seat behind him. “Sorry, I’m glad you stopped by but I have another appointment right now. I’ll text you,” he said quickly, walking around the counter and towards his work room.
You hadn’t looked at him, still deep in conversation with Jisung. Laughing, you lightly smacked his arm as if he were the funniest man in the world. “Y/N,” Changbin called out for you, a new stern tone to his voice. His voice didn’t startle you, but the way he spoke annoyed you. The girl was still next to you, looking as if she were going to burst into tears if you said anything to her. Looking at her for a split second before locking eyes with the tattoo artist, you squeezed Jisung’s hand and pushed away from the counter. “Text me later, Ji.” Sending him a wink, you pushed past the girl.
Changbin was angry, fully knowing he had no right to be. He knew he had the other girl on the side, if you would count it that way. Usually, the one you take out on proper dates where people can see you, that was the one you dated for long periods of time. The one you kept a secret, only contacting late at night or saving their contact under a different name was the side piece. Something about the girl made Changbin realize he didn’t like easy pleasing, he wanted the chase and the hard work that came with trying to reach you.
Your shoulder bumped harshly into Changbin as you walked by, that being the first time you acknowledged him since you’ve arrived. He huffed, groaning as he watched the girl leave in a hurry. Jisung’s mouth hung open so wide he could’ve caught flies watching your hips sway into the room.
The door slammed behind you, heavy footsteps pacing back and forth. You set your stuff down in the back as usual, but didn’t bother sitting on the table. Instead, you leaned against it to watch Changbin bite at his nails and stomp around. “Aren’t you going to sit down?” you said after a few moments.
“Why did you give it to Jisung?”
“Looked like you already had your hands full.” The answer took him aback, making him stop his pacing. He couldn’t do anything but stare at you, dumbfounded. “Who is she?”
“No one important.”
“No?” you scoffed, “sure looked like she was.”
“Are you jealous of her?”
“Are you jealous of Jisung?”
“Yeah, actually. You gave him my food.”
“What makes you think it was for you? Because I’m fucking you?” Changbin raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. You could smell his cologne, not the usual spiciness of a man’s scent but something rather soft and comforting. Tonka and lavender, a scent you could fall into right now like you have so many times before. “You are jealous.”
“How can I be jealous when I’m the one under you every other night? If anything, I’d say you’re the jealous one. All I did was speak to another man and I could practically see the smoke coming out of your ears.” He was caught there. That really was all you did, and rightfully so. Changbin had neglected to tell you about the girl, whose name he couldn’t even remember now. “You gave him what was mine.”
“And what was yours?” You pushed off the table, closing the space between you and him. Intimidated, Changbin took a step back but you kept coming. You forced him to circle back around so that now he was pressed against the table and you caged him in. “The food or my attention?”
There was no real reason for either of you to have any malicious feelings for the subject, truth be told. But every ounce of your being wanted to rip her throat out for touching him the way you do, and simultaneously force him to kneel at your feet and lick your shoes clean. While Changbin had never felt such envy for someone, such rage against a person he cared for dearly such as his friend. All together still willing to do everything in his power to give you anything you could ever want.
Changbin didn’t know how to respond, the devilish smirk plastered to your face and the way your eyes pierced right through him, it was terrifying. “I’m not second best. So you better speak, big boy.” The nickname made him shiver. “I could walk into that lobby and easily find someone who won’t think of me as such. Y’know, I think your roommate might have a crush on me.”
“What do you want from me?” he asked in a whisper before he’d really considered the question. The smile never left your lips as you pressed your body against his. He gripped onto the sides of the table as one hand traveled up his belly, fingertips tracing his pectoral before stopping over his throat. The same hand just barely wrapped around it as you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I want you to be mine and only mine.”
“And you? Will you only be mine, too?” This made you tighten your hand on this neck, a gasp leaving him as his body tensed under the strange sensation. Your breath was hot along the shell of his ear, you wanted him to cower under you. A small laugh left your lips, “if you behave.” Changbin’s breath hitched, feeling your warm mouth pepper kisses under his ear, down the side of his neck, and remove your hand to nip at his adam’s apple. His head fell back, eyes closing while you worked to undo his belt. You brought your face back up to his, trailing your tongue along his cheek and grazing his lips with yours, not fully kissing him. You didn’t pull his pants down all the way, unzipping it just enough to let his boner free a bit through his boxers. “Are you going to behave?”
“Anything for you,” he meant it. Changbin breathed out, so desperate for your touch. You crashed your lips to his, grabbing his dick through his boxers much rougher than he’d ever been treated. The grip was bone crushing, not ceasing as you swallowed every single one of his whimpers and whines. Tongues and teeth knocked against one another, Changbin fighting a losing battle with you. Though you pushed him away prematurely, letting go of his cock as well. “You’re done for the day. Come home with me.”
“Can I?” he asked stupidly.
“Unless you’d rather me torture you here for everyone else to hear?” He shook his head no. Eyes looking down to the boner in his pants, you said, “get yourself together, I’ll be waiting outside. Five minutes.” With that, you quickly grabbed your stuff and unlocked the door. He could hear Jisung calling your name, but was unsure if you’d stopped to talk to him again. Shaking out his hair as if it would rid himself of the jealousy that arose, Changbin tucked himself into his pants and zipped it up, looking into the mirror. His cheeks and ears were bright red, flushed from embarrassment and arousal.
He did his best to calm his heart from beating out of his chest, sure you could hear it just as loud as he did now. Changbin sucked in a deep breath to prepare to face those outside the door, specifically Jisung. He’d made up a bullshit excuse about not feeling well to get his friend to let him leave, although he knew that Jisung was suspicious. It only confirmed this skepticality when he watched Changbin get into your car through the lobby window.
The drive was short, one of your hands on the steering wheel while the other played with his fingers in his lap. Before Changbin could even blink, you were walking him up the stairs to your apartment and through the front door.
He watched you place your coat and bag onto the couch and wander into the empty space between you two. You reached out to grab his hand again softly, a glimmer in your eyes shining playfully as you led him into your bedroom. Once inside, you closed the door behind him, turning him before he could fully take in your safe space and kissing him. There was such a fervor behind it, much more heated than the ones he’s already used to sharing with you. Hesitance took over his body, unsure if he should touch you like he wanted or let you have him your way. Your palms cupped his jaw, pulling him away again. Whines left his lips as you ran your thumb over the bottom one, so eager to keep you close to him. “I’m not going easy on you tonight, big boy. You really hurt my feelings,” sinister grin growing as you spoke.
“Don’t. I can take it,” Changbin challenged. He always did like a fight. By the collar of his shirt, your lips collided once more, taking your time to strip each other of the cloth barriers.
“You remember your colors?” You asked him as you’d come to the last piece of clothing on your body, your panties. He nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, watching and waiting. “Tell me,” your fingers played with the hem.
“Green is good, yellow slows down, red you stop.” He licked his lips as you hummed and slowly brought the panties down your legs, instructing him to get on the bed.
Changbin was laid out on his back again, the same way he’d been when you were at his house. Only now, you weren’t on top of him and he couldn’t feel your body heat. You were standing next to the bed, a box in hand that rattled a little when you set it on the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. As you squirt some of the lube into your palm, you climb between his spread legs.
“Do you trust me?” He watched you rub your hands together, bringing them down to firmly double fist his leaking cock and spread the substance. It was cold, but your hands with the slick made it warm and feel oh so nice. You did your best to ignore the pulsing in your core, you’d be dripping if your own legs weren’t pressed closed.
Eyes shut, he replied, “n– no.” You scoffed at him. “And here you are, letting me play with you like a toy. Are you a toy, Binnie?” Your thumb sweetly swiped the precum, bringing it to your mouth to suck the salty liquid. When he didn’t answer, you dug the same digit into his slit. He let out a guttural groan, “words, toy.”
“‘m n– not a toy.” He couldn’t find the strength to look at you.
“No, you’re not. You just like to use them, don’t you?” One hand let go of his throbbing cock, reaching for the box you’d set aside. Changbin’s eyes shot open reluctantly, anxious to see what you’d pull out. In your hand was a cock ring. If the intention wasn’t for it to be used on him, he’d have thought it was pretty, sleek baby pink rubber that had two bunny ears at the top of the circle. You reached for the lube again, adding a bit to your finger and slicking it through the hole of the ring. His eyes went wide as he watched you stretch the ring open testingly. “Hm, not sure you’ll even fit in this little thing, you’re so big. What do you think? Want to try?” The complement and belittling piece of rubber had blood shooting straight to his dick, making it sit up straighter and harder. “I think you do.”
Stretching it as much as you could, you instructed him to hold his cock up while you slipped it onto him. You did struggle a little to get it over his head, he was just that big. But once you did, the bunny ears sat on the underside of the base, holding his cock upright for your viewing pleasure. Changbin let out a toe curling moan, loud and deep from his chest. “F— fuck, it’s so tight.” He shuddered into the pillows.
“If you think that’s tight then you’ll love what I have for you next.” Leaning in to give him a contrasting supple kiss, you also grabbed the final item from the box. A fleshlight that Changbin didn’t realize was in your hand until you grabbed his throat and forced him back into the pillows.
His eyes went wide upon seeing it, “wait— no. C’mon babe, this is humiliating enough.” He gestured down to the ring around his cock.
You laughed, “I told you, you really hurt my feelings when I saw you with that girl. Maybe you could pretend it was her you’re fucking instead of a toy. I’m sure she’d love to hear all about you calling her name when you cum.”
A deep breath strained from his mouth as he closed his eyes and shook his head no, “god— I don’t want her or this stupid toy, I want you. I need you.”
“No, you need my pussy. And I’m still upset so you’ll take what I give you until I’m satisfied.” You stood up on your knees, using them to spread his legs wider. Changbin had full view of your soaking cunt, eyes trained on the way you used your hand to swipe the arousal from your heat and spread it around the entrance of the toy. His mouth watered, able to smell your essence already. “Want me that bad you’re willing to fuck a toy that even just smells like me? What a dog.”
“Please, don’t,” he whimpered as you went to raise the toy over the head of his cock. You looked into his eyes, big, red, and pleading. They threatened to spill tears for you again, it tugged at the heartstrings you tried so hard to keep hidden. “Color, baby?”
Changbin gulped, letting out a shuttering breath, “green. Just please— don’t hurt me too long.”
Baring your teeth to him, you throw your legs over his to straddle as you aligned the toy again. “Don’t make me repeat myself. I’ll do with you what I want.” Sinking the toy over his lubricated dick, you slowly rode it up and down, tightening both hands around it to give it some extra strength. His chest heaved heavily, pants growing shorter as he tried to convince himself the toy was you, that you were riding him nice and slow the way you’d done so many times before.
Of course, the way this big and muscular man was crumbling before you had your pussy throbbing, your heartbeat was between your legs and you loved it. You loved how easily he submitted to you without asking for more than you were willing to give. Except that made you want to give him more, take him to new heights you knew he’d never experienced with anyone before. The way he reacted to the cock ring was proof of that, the same now that he was balls deep in the fleshlight and the ring making his dick swollen and extra sensitive.
You pumped the toy over him for a while longer until his imagination started to fail him, “not enough. Please, need your pussy.” Letting one hand drop to cup his spasming balls and knead. Then, you reached for his own hands that were glued to the sheets, replacing yours to hold the fleshlight as your fingers caressed his chest. His pecs were immaculate, broad and tough. All it took was a tweak of his nipple to make the strong man cry out. His hips bucked into the toy, almost throwing you off his lap. You caught yourself by falling into his chest. “Watch yourself, dog. I’ll put you in another collar around your neck,” you sent a light smack to his nipple, another groan falling as his hips stuttered into the toy.
“You just need to fuck, don’t you?” His hands shivered as he felt one of yours cup over them, the other holding his hips down to steady them to a slower pace. Warmth flooded his chest when he saw you lean down to place kisses over his heart, gentle. The softness was short lived, “bet that’s why you kept her around. You need a side piece for your side piece.”
Changbin stilled his thrusts all together, “n— no. You’re not a side piece.” He looked at you like you’d hung the stars just for him, every tear he’d shed out of more than just lust. He was infatuated, so purely and helplessly enamored with everything you did to make him drown in that fucking strawberry lotion. It was like you finally understood, finally saw that he was just confused. Confused about you, confused about what he wanted, who he wanted, how he intended to get it.
Without another word, you get off of him, taking the fleshlight from cock. Moving to the edge of the bed, you sat on your knees facing him. “Stand up and come here,” you pointed behind you, toy still in hand. He did as commanded, leaving the bed to tower over you. You bent forward onto your hands and knees, giving Changbin the littlest bit of hope you’d taken pity on him. He was wrong again.
You held the fleshlight under your glistening cunt, arousal dripping onto it. Looking back at him, your expression was as serious as it was seductive, he didn’t need to ask what you wanted of him. But still, you told him anyway. “Fuck. Like the dog you are.” His body tensed at the degradation, betraying him because in his mind he wasn’t a dog— he didn’t do anything wrong. However, his dick disagreed. He silently loved the humiliation and the way you knew just how to push his buttons, it made when you praised him and loved on him all the more sweet.
His hands hesitated to take your waist, entranced by the way you clenched around nothing. He was right there, you were just as horny as he was so why were you making him do this? “Can I touch you?“
“Yes, now hurry up. Or else neither of us are coming tonight.” That was motivation enough, the promise of him being able to cum if he just did as you asked made him stick the tip of his cock into the toy again and take hold of your hips. It was a bit slicker this time now that your arousal had coated it just a bit more. Changbin moaned as he came to the hilt of the toy. Seeing how you bit your lip as you watched him is what kept him going. Seeing you enjoy his punishment, painfully chasing his high that was still so far away as you wiggled in his face what he could’ve been buried in right now.
He had to tear his eyes away from yours to stop from losing himself to the painful pleasure. Instead he looked at your pretty pussy, pulsing, just begging for him to be inside you. What killed the impending orgasm was that he could look an inch down and find himself not inside you, fucking a toy that didn’t feel remotely as good as he knew you did. He watched as you brought the fleshlight a bit higher and held it between your legs, just enough to rub against your clit every time he pushed in and pulled out. You were getting off on it, using the toy to masturbate as you tortured him. You liked it, liked watching him suffer with a promise of pleasure by the end of it.
You let out the first moan he’d heard all night, it was quiet and not intended for his ears. But you just couldn’t help it anymore, the heat from his cock radiated through the toy and it made you want to forget the whole thing and let him fuck you stupid. But you had a point to prove. He had to know who was in charge, how the relationship dynamic would work if he decided he did want you the way he said he did.
Your moans got louder while Changbin’s turned into whines, unable to bring himself to the high that he could see you approaching from rubbing yourself on the toy. You were so close, but not close enough. Prying a hand off your hip, “put two in.” This was the most intimate he’d been able to touch you all night, his cock jumped at the opportunity.
Changbin used his thumb to collect some of your juices, bringing them to his lips and sucking. God, did your taste drive him insane, fueling his thrusts to go just a bit faster. The tips of his index and middle fingers traced your hole, just feeling you. It was teasing, something you weren’t used to being done to you, usually the other way around. “For fucks sake, Changbin if you don’t—“
“Doesn’t feel so good when it’s you, does it?” He smirked to himself.
You stole the fleshlight from his dick and crawled away from him, a whimper escaping him. “Guess you don’t want to cum as much as I thought you did.” Falling onto your back, you threw the fleshlight to the side and spread your legs wide, feet planted firmly on the bed. “Since you want to be a smart ass, you’re gonna stand there and watch me cum.”
It was a show, your fingers rubbing furiously at your clit as the other hand pumped in and out of your little hole— well, tried to. You couldn’t reach the places you needed, it was frustrating. Changbin enjoyed every second of it, watching you torture yourself because your ego was just that fragile that you didn’t want to use the cock that was in front of you. He refrained from touching himself, as difficult as it was, he also had a point to prove. He told himself he was just for you, his body only for you to touch, his cum only for you to milk, his heart only for you to rip from his chest and make him wring it dry.
You tried to keep up to domme act, you really did. But Changbin standing at the foot of your bed, cock hot, untouched, and ready to be used, you couldn’t help yourself anymore.
Pulling your fingers from your cunt, you sat up on your elbows and tilted your head at him. “Wipe that smirk off your face and fuck me.”
He didn’t waste anymore time, settling between your legs and hooking your ankles behind his back. When he finally sunk into you, his cock throbbed the hardest it had all night against the rubber ring. Neither of you were sure how long you’d been at it since the beginning— the teasing, the torture, it all blurred together to lead you to this moment. His hands caught his weight next to your head as your knees caged around his ribs, pulling him impossibly closer. Your warm walls contracted around him, making it so hard for Changbin to focus on not just blowing his load right now. He moaned, burying his face into your neck. The sweat from your bodies mixed together as your arms wrapped around his head and tugged his hair. Your heels dug into the small of his back, urging him to move. And when he did, it was like all Hell broke loose.
Changbin pounded into you like no tomorrow, cock filling you up in all the places only he could reach. The familiar sound of skin slapping against skin was like the rhythm and his moans were the melody, music to your ears. He bit into your shoulder one more time before sitting up and hauling your hips higher, getting the angle so it’d hit your deepest spot just right. Each time he entered you again, your body slowly inched up towards the headboard, the wood banging against the wall. It probably pissed off your neighbors, but neither of you seemed to care as he bit his lip and pulled out to flip you on your stomach. His raw strength was out on display, holding your body mid air by the front of your hips and your legs limp on the outside of his. You tried to hold your upper body up, doing a shit job of it as he pummeled into you again and your arms gave out. You fell face first into the pillows and reached out to hold your hands to the headboard. Turning your entire upper body, you finally could see him, watch him use you to chase his own pleasure.
That was one of the biggest turn ons, being able to deny, deny, deny him. Then the minute you gave him an inch of freedom, he took it and ran for miles.
You clenched, feeling the rubber ring rub against your clit so nicely every time he pushed back in. His hands gripped so hard, you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow— which was a small price to pay for the wonderful pleasure Changbin was bringing you. You’d been building your orgasm ever since you’d put the ring around his cock, it was just such a pretty sight. He, on the other hand, had been about to blow numerous times. He didn’t need much, but the cock ring made it difficult despite how sensitive he was because of it.
“Shit, you even fuck like a dog. Do you even— fuck— know how to use that big dick of yours?” Your eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed and sweat matting your hair to your forehead. It was the prettiest thing Changbin has ever seen, your dirty words being a complete 180 from your looks made his head dizzy.
He wanted to please you, he wanted to so badly that he just kept pounding away. You fluttered around him, close enough that it sucked in his cock every time it pulsed around it. “Fuck! Keep going, ‘m so close.”
He was too, grunting and groaning as his arms went numb from holding you up. It wasn’t that you were heavy, not by any means, but he wasn’t thinking of anything else other than to cum. If you were close, that meant he needed to be too if he wanted his sweet release. So he jackhammered harder, faster into you to catch up.
And when you convulsed around him, so fucking tight and for so fucking long, Changbin released as well, moaning your name and coating your insides white, hot, and sticky.
He didn’t drop you right away, slowly easing your body into his lap to collect yourselves. Still, your body writhed and twitched as you came down, breathing labored and uneven. Your eyes were closed as Changbin hunched over you, brushing your wet hair from your face to give you a small kiss on the cheek. You smiled at the action, twiddling your fingers to look for his. He gave it to you, squeezing gently before trying to pull out without hurting you. Wincing as he did, you rolled over to help him take the ring off. “Shit, is this how you feel every time I pull out?”
You laughed at his remark, putting it and the fleshlight back into the box to clean later. He knelt at the foot of the bed, unsure what to do. You beckoned him over with your arms held out wide. Changbin all but jumped into them, face down into your breasts. He wanted to switch positions, but somehow you coerced him into staying put. “Haven’t you ever heard of a weighted blanket?”
“A two pound blanket isn’t the same as an entire human being.” You both laughed, drowsiness begging to overtake you.
As your eyes closed and your fingers tangled in his hair, you called out to him. “You’re spending the night.”
“Can I?” sleep polluted his voice.
“No,” you whispered as you kissed the top of his head.
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A/N: yay part 4! ngl this took me a gooooood minute to write cus there were so many ways I wanted this to unfold but i’m decently happy with how it did.
Another spoiler for part 5..? I’m thinking Jeongin hehehe I’ve got an idea for it already.
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-momo < 3
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HEY ! so umm...... can you do some scotty x elvis?🙇
like.. e teases scotty and acts like a brat and scotty resist the urge to fuck him until he can't take it and basically pounds e so hard and leaves him with shaky legs :b
I'm sorry- this may be crazy but I really love this two little fellas 😭
oh ABSOLUTELY, I am always down to write for these two (especially when it involves e being bratty <3)
surrender
word count: 1984 (i got carried away)
warnings: dub con (?), overstimulation, daddy kink, squirting, kinda littlespace, elvis being a brat but being baby at the same time
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something must have been in the air tonight with the way elvis was moving. he was all over the stage-- falling to his knees, groaning, panting, doing everything to make the crowd lose their goddamn mind.
the crowd and scotty. he would have given the boy the benefit of the doubt, but he saw it in the way elvis looked back at him everytime he would thrust his hips up in time with the music, or grind up against the mic stand-- that he was doing this to rile scotty up.
the older boy gave a huff and pointedly focused on playing the correct riff, and keeping up with the pace that elvis sang at. it wasn't until the next song began that he noticed elvis inching closer to him, singing breathily and giving him a lustful look through his lidded eyes. one of his hands left the mic stand, reaching out and letting his fingers graze against the flushed, slightly sweaty skin of scotty's jaw as he sang a rather charged lyric.
the crowd got a kick out of it. they saw it as elvis joking around, rather than flirting. scotty, however, saw the hunger in elvis's eyes as he uttered the line, and the quirk on his lips as he saw the indignant look on scotty's face. he spun back around and fell onto his knees once more, continuing to sing breathily to the buzzing crowd.
scotty did his best to keep his composure, but he must have been failing, because bill nudged his side and gave him a questioning look.
"you good?"
scotty gave a curt nod, setting his jaw as he watched elvis stand and grind his leg to the rhythm of the music. he continued playing the riff of the song, trying pointedly to ignore the feeling stirring in his pants.
elvis turned to make eye contact with scotty once more, giving a knowing look.
he was in for it after the show.
scotty sat backstage, a towel draped over his neck and a water bottle clutched loosely in his hand as he watched the door with baited breath. he knew elvis had to fight tooth and nail through the crowd of eager girls, but it seemed like it was taking longer than normal. maybe it was the anticipation of knowing what was going to happen the second he walked through that door that seemed to elongate time itself.
after what seemed like an eternity, a disheveled, sweaty, lipstick stained elvis stumbled through the door with the grace of a newborn calf, a half wry, half smug smile on his lips.
"christ, they're feisty tonight," he exhaled, leaning against the door and chuckling breathlessly. "i'm surprised y'made it out unscathed, scotty boy."
scotty made a noncommittal noise of agreement, staring at elvis with hooded eyes. his eyes were dark, sizzling with all kinds of twisted intentions as he watched the younger man shrug off his sweat stained shirt, tossing it to the floor carelessly.
"y'okay? you're awfully quiet."
"what was that, on the stage?" scotty asked suddenly, his eyes fixed on elvis intensely. "you were bein' all randy."
elvis didn't look up at scotty as he studied himself in the full body mirror off to the side, marveling at the lipstick staining his tanned skin. "i dunno what you're talkin' about." he murmured, his voice flat and blunt. "i was jus' puttin' on a show, like normal."
"bullshit." scotty mocked, suddenly on his feet as he spoke to elvis in a low, irked tone. "you were bein' extra horny tonight-- especially with that little stunt you pulled with grabbin' my jaw mid-show." he rumbled, jabbing an accusing finger at elvis. "you're up to somethin'."
"why scotty," elvis said, feigning bewilderment. "i was just trying to give the crowd a little laugh--" he said, putting a hand to his chest. "it's not my fault your mind is in the gutter."
that was it.
with a low grunt, scotty grabbed elvis's waist roughly, pinning him to the wall behind him. the younger man let out a little squeak as he made contact with the hard concrete, his eyes shooting wide open as he stared at scotty.
"you little-- you get off on this, don't you?" scotty accused, grabbing his jaw forcefully. "riling me up in front of the crowd, and then trying to blue-ball me when we get backstage?"
"i-i," elvis stammered, his face flushing a dark shade of red as scotty's hand trailed down to grip his throat instead, making any argument die off in a soft, choked noise.
scotty hardly ever let himself get rough with the younger man due to the fear of leaving bruises and having to answer questions about them the next day, but he couldn't find it in himself to care right now-- especially with the little whines elvis was making as he gently squeezed the sides of his neck.
"that's exactly what it is, isn't it? you like makin' people look at you? or you like feeling like you have the upper hand on me?" he hums, his voice now a low, demanding growl.
"s...scotty..." elvis whimpered, his eyes lidded and glassy as he looked up at him needily, his cheekbones highlighted with a beautiful light pink. "i-i--"
"turn around." scotty huffs, grabbing elvis's shoulder and spinning him around roughly, making the younger man stagger and press his hands against the wall, steadying himself as scotty practically ripped his pants off of him.
no matter how many times they did this, scotty never failed to be blown away by how beautiful elvis was. his skin, all tanned and glossy with a sheen of sweat, and the soft pink of his rim, which twitched under the attention from the other man.
"fuck, look at you. gorgeous," the older groaned, his thumb spreading the younger's entrance open as he felt his erection spring back to life in his pants. he prodded a finger at the boy's rim curiously, gasping in surprise and delight as he felt that his entrance was already pleasantly slick and loose.
"christ, you already--?"
"n-n-needed you," elvis stuttered out, his face flushed as scotty's finger sank inside of him with ease, thrusting a few times before pulling out.
"fuck me, you're something else."
scotty hurried to pull himself free of the confines of his clothes, his erection straining and twitching in anticipation as he let his pants and boxers fall to the ground. precum beaded at the tip of his cock, dripping down his shaft as he pressed his hips forward, letting his cockhead slide against the younger man's entrance.
"fuck, please--" elvis gasped, attempting to press his hips back, but ultimately being halted by scotty's rough grip on the soft skin of his waist. "please scotty, i need--"
"hush," the older muttered, rutting against elvis slowly and teasingly, before finally letting himself slip inside of the younger man with ease.
normally, he would give elvis time to adjust, as to not overwhelm him. despite the boy's eagerness, he was a quick shot-- and if scotty moved too fast he would cum all over himself.
he wanted to test the limits today. as elvis's back arched prettily, a long, needy moan escaping his lips-- he allowed himself to slam into the younger man without warning, earning a choked gasp in surprise.
"u-uhn-- scotty--!"
the boy's voice pitched up an octave, his breath hitching as scotty filled him so suddenly. his thighs trembled at the overwhelming sensation, tears coming to his eyes as the older man began to thrust sloppily.
"ah--! fuck, scotty, y'can't--" elvis gasped frantically, his nails trying and failing to dig into the wall in front of him. "i-i'm gonna-- ugh, fuck-- p-please," he begged, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to handle all of the raw sensation running through his body at once. "i-i'm-- cumming--"
elvis's cock began to twitch and spurt, his orgasm hitting him like a train as his breathing sped up, his muscles tensing and spasming as his spend landed on his chest and stomach, and even on the wall in front of him.
"already?" scotty teased, his thrusts slowing only slightly as elvis shuddered, his face flushed and shining with sweat. "look at you, all tired already,"
the boy didn't even have a chance to go limp and bask in that rosy, post orgasmic haze, because scotty wrapped a warm hand around his sensitive cock and began to jerking it rapidly, earning a noise that can only be described as a squeal from elvis.
"fuck! s-s-s-scotty, d-d-don't, i can't--" the younger gasped, his body coiled tight as scotty pumped his cock quickly, not letting his body come down from his previous high.
"c'mon, e." scotty grunted, pulling back elvis's foreskin and exposing his cockhead, which was now a dark pink, and cupping his hand around it. "you can take it-- you're a big boy aren't you?" he asked as he moved his wrist in a circular motion, grinding his palm against the overly sensitive head of elvis's cock.
"n-nnh, i--" elvis gasped, his voice faltering as it dissolved into frantic whimpers, his body beginning to tremble. "i-i-i--scotty--"
the boy's cock twitched again, but instead of cum, crystal clear liquid shot from the slit of his cock, making scotty watch in awe as elvis's body shook from exertion. the clear liquid landed on the floor with a pitter-patter sound, making scotty shudder as he pulled his hand away from elvis's cock.
elvis went limp, panting heavily as he finally came down from his high. scotty stared at the newly-made puddle on the floor in front of him, his mouth hanging open.
once elvis gained his ability to speak back, he shakily turned to look back at the older man with wide eyes.
"wh-wh...what was that...?" he asked, his voice raspy and breathless, yet somewhat small.
"i...think you squirted," scotty muttered, still buried deep inside of elvis. his cock was twitching in interest. "for uh, the lack of a better word."
elvis swallowed, his cheeks alight with shame as he pressed his thighs together, the slit of his cock still dripping with a mixture of cum and the clear fluid. "oh,"
scotty bit his lip, a little too excited by what he just saw. his cock twitched inside of elvis, making him curse under his breath and lift the younger man up.
"s-s-scotty--!"
scotty laid elvis down on the couch they had backstage, hoisting his leg over his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his ankle. elvis flushed an even darker shade of red at the gesture, squirming as scotty slowly pulled free from him before pressing back in.
"fuck, i love you," scotty grunted, his thrusts speeding up as elvis whimpered, completely spent from his two previous orgasms. "i love you, god, i fucking love you--"
"mnhh-- d-daddy--" elvis gasped before he could stop himself. "h-hurry, i-i-i-i can't-- can't hold it n-no more--" he whimpered, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and confusion as scotty continued to thrust.
"i'm almost there, baby," scotty purred, gripping onto him tightly. "fuck, just keep takin' me like a good boy, 'n i'll get you there baby,"
"daddy," the younger man sobbed again, gripping the couch cushions. "n-n-need to-- g-gonna p-pee,"
"oh god," scotty moaned, thrusting into elvis one final time, his cock pumping out ropes of cum into the younger boy, who had tensed up and began orgasming, his cock spurting against his stomach weakly. almost nothing came out.
scotty collapsed in an almost drunk heap on top of elvis, who still seemed out of it as scotty ran a hand through his damp hair. the boy was trembling and sweating, his chest heaving with labored breaths from his intense orgasms.
scotty pulled back and pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling softly.
"let's head to the hotel for a bath, huh?"
#elvis x reader#elvis x you#austin!elvis x y/n#elvis x y/n#austin!elvis x reader#sub!elvis#scotty moore x reader
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some Aurafangshipping HC bc I love them and a little dash of Delia/Giovanni bc I’m in the mood for somewhat redeemed old men.
\ Ash gets his green thumb from Delia and has forbidden Raihan from touching any of his plants unless under dire situations.
\ Raihan likes to woodwork in his free time, usually he reads but when he’s to fidgety he’s gotta use his hands to do something. so woodworking. he’s kinda has a bartering system with Dawn and Zoey going on.
\ he makes Ash a greenhouse for the plants that can’t fit into the house since there's a shit ton of them. he tries to put down a no more plant rule but he came home from work to see five new ones on the kitchen counter.
\ Raihan also makes Ash a big thing so all his starter plants, like clippings and such, could be in vials of water together in one place. not like how they were before hand, spread across the house and a good chunk of them forgotten since there's so many.
\ Raihan can cook but he can’t bake, which is good because Ash can bake but he can’t cook.
\ Raihan comes from almost a military family, rose not including, so he’s up with the sun even on his days off. unlike Ash who stays in bed until well in to the afternoon if he doesn’t have any plans for the day.
\ Ash is a tea enjoyer at heart though he mainlines coffee on the daily since he’s used to drinking it while travelling. Raihan's slowly been working him off it usually when Ash ask’s for a cup of coffee mid-fucking-day and he offers tea instead. Raihan is the major coffee drinker because he can’t mentally keep up with his much younger gym trainee’s.
\ when their together, Pikachu is always on Raihan’s shoulders. solely for the fact that Raihan is ridiculously taller.
\ Ash is a country music enjoyer while Raihan is more techno. so they compromise and make a playlist with softer songs for when their home and need background noise. it’s not unusual for other gym leaders to walk into the backyard and year a country song switch to lofi after it’s done spill from the open windows.
\ Ash and Raihan’s house is on the outskirts of Hammerlocke, past the walls and deeper into the countryside. they are at the end of a very stereotypical Americanesque white suburb street and have the biggest property, though their house is very modern and large compared to the other two story houses.
\ Ash tries to make friends with the neighborhood kids on his walks with Pikachu almost every morning, saying hi to them at the bus stop as they head to school, but they don’t really greet him back. not because they don’t want to but because their parents don’t trust Ash.
\ they trust Riahan, which Ash can get behind because he is the towns famous Gym Leader, but it get’s annoying quick when they keep implying that Ash is a maid of all things when they show up on their shared porch steps.
\ just like the neighborhood, very stereotypical neighbors as well. they even have two different pastors living in the neighborhood as well. every house is apart of an HOA while Ash and Raihan are the outliers, probably why they don’t want their kids near Ash. Hypocrites.
\ The front door is always locked but the back isn’t, so a lot of the league members that are close to Ash and Riahan just unlock the fence door and go that route, completely ignoring the front. they’ve had the police called to their house a lot because of it.
\ Raihan actually likes rougher fabrics since they tend to with hold up against the weather effects he finds himself in multiple times a day but he switches into a pair of softer clothes before heading home since Ash has a thing against rougher textures. it’s funny because he tries so hard not to touch Raihan’s chest in the morning when giving the taller a goodbye kiss, and every morning he ends up having to touch the others shirt to get a good angle. making gagging noises when they pull back from each other.
\ despite being quiet wider in shoulder length and older then Raihan, Giovanni is absolutely terrified of Ash’s lover. Delia immediately gave her approval once she saw Raihan tower over her husband at the first family event Ash dragged him too. scared the shit out of Lance as well and Delia basically told Ash if he doesn’t marry Raihan then she will.
\ Raihan isn’t a fan of Professor Oak, preferring to work with either Tracey or Gary than the old man, but keeps his comments to himself since Ash still tolerates him. the old coot has done some pretty not okay things to Gary and Daisy when they were younger but Ash assured him that Gary and Him terrorized Oak back when they were younger.
\ out of the two, Raihan has only met Burnet despite staying in Alola for two weeks at a time during the start of Galar’s off season. it’s not for lack of trying on both men parts, it just seems like the universe doesn’t want them to meet. Raihan doesn’t question it when Ash finds that particularly funny.
\ it takes a long while for Raihan to even begin to get used to the really small legendary and mythical's. for his comfort Ash had made a no godly pokemon in the house rule unless under dire situations like one needed to be stitched up or to hide them from poachers.
\ it’s a sight for the neighborhood to see Zacian getting washed and sprayed down with a hose by Ash, all the while Raihan is either seen in the front window or standing in the open front door.
\ dinner party’s are a big thing to them since Ash and Raihan didn’t grow up with a social family. all are welcomed to bring extra dishes or other things or show up empty handed. they just want everyone to bring good vibes to dinner.
\ Piers and Gordie share one out of the two shared bedrooms, the other is for Ash’s moms or visiting friends, and it’s such a mess inside from the two oposit styles that both Riahan and Ash refuse to clean anywhere inside.
#ash ketchum#gym leader raihan#aurafangshipping#gym leader piers#delia ketchum#professor oak#gary oak#gym leader gordie#pikachu
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Let You In | Din Djarin X Reader
Summary: you’d always let him in, whether you liked it or not.
Rating: mostly T but let’s say 18+ just to be safe!
Warnings/tags: brief smut, a lot of angst, heartbreak, not really canon compliant bc Star Wars canon is hard to keep up with<3
A/N: this is an extremely self indulgent piece based off of Laufey’s song “Let You Break My Heart Again” because I feel like din just fits so well into it. It’s a beautiful and gut wrenching piece that everyone should listen to!
Crossposted on ao3
It never meant anything. You were both young- he was a few years your senior and had that undeniable charm most boys that age possessed, all roaming hands and whispered compliments that made your head spin. You were quick to swoon for him, of course, but you rerouted your thoughts to purely infatuation and reminded yourself that it was only sex between the two of you. Just two people seeking relief from the constant noise and pressure that never settled with your lines of work. Despite this, the sex never really felt meaningless to you, and you hoped he secretly shared the sentiment somewhere under that helmet; he made you feel understood. In that first year of meeting he grew to know your body better than you ever could’ve. Took you apart and put you back together again as many times as he could.
“Fuck- ah, oh my god,” you breathed out, perched on bent elbows with your head thrown back after your neck muscles couldn’t take it anymore.
Though you couldn’t see him, lights off and windows covered in the tiny apartment, you could feel him. He braced one of your legs over his shoulder and relentlessly swirled his hot tongue over you.
“Yeah?” You heard him respond, pulling away from your center.
Blindly, you reached your hand back out to him, lightly smacking his cheek and ear in the process, before grabbing the back of his head and pushing it back against you. You could feel him chuckle, continuing his ministrations. He loved to take you apart this way before doing anything else; you suspected he enjoyed the power dynamic of making you putty in his hands. Sometimes he’d let you switch the roles, but he always seemed to beat you to the punch before you could, making you cry out and thrash against his tongue until you begged him to stop. He was unfairly good at it.
When you’d both collapsed into your bed that evening, thoroughly satiated and spent, he was holding you from behind. You desperately yearned to see his face but you’d never force it, not when you knew how much it meant to him, so you settled for these moments. It was just as vulnerable for him- helmet-less behind you, nose buried deep into your hair and voice unfiltered.
“I took another job for the month,” he’d said, filling the silence.
You traced a pattern over his bare hand with your thumb. “Where? I’ve been on the hunt for new jobs for weeks and it’s all been scraps,” you asked incredulously, voice still hoarse from your previous activities.
You almost missed the way he stilled behind you.
“Ankhural.” He answered quietly.
Your brows furrowed slightly. “That’s all the way in the mid-rim. Kinda far, don’t you think?”
Din took a moment before replying, the silence hurting your ears. “The pay is worth it. Tracking down some ex-dignitary, I think.”
As he explained, you reasoned with yourself that you weren’t upset. Why would you be? The two of you couldn’t stay on these dusty outer-rim planets forever. This was what you did- go out, collect bounties, get paid. Not a line of work suited for people who liked to stay still for long. Yet the two of you had fallen into a pattern, combing through bounties in the rim together, sometimes even sharing your pay. In its own strange way, it had become almost a partnership, though neither of you would admit that. You both had your routines, and quickly folded into each other’s. Maybe it wasn’t normal, but it gave you a sense of peace.
You hummed and nodded in response, though he couldn’t see it in the dark.
Another lapse of silence passed, much longer than before.
“I’m gonna miss you.” You whispered, tucking his hand with yours into your chest.
He didn’t answer, only breathed deeper into his slumber.
———
The next time you see him is seven months later. The reunion was less than stellar, you giving him the cold shoulder when he had the nerve to saunter into that cantina. Part of you was mad to even see him, another part embarrassed that you were still on the backwater planet while he was off surely having adventures and taking in the galaxy. But more than that, you were heartbroken. It was a feeling you didn’t recognize until about three months in when you realized he probably wasn’t coming back, and you began to mourn things that never were.
Romance was never in the cards for the two of you yet you found yourself weeping for him at night. Weeping because he could be dead for all you knew, and you’d never shared your feelings because you knew he didn’t reciprocate. Because he left without saying goodbye- why would he have? You were hardly even a friend in his eyes, just someone to share the load with, you convinced yourself.
“Thought you were dead.”
You couldn’t even look at the man next to you, instead burying your face into your drink.
He didn’t respond for a moment. “Listen, I-“
“You could’ve gotten in contact with me. Told me you hadn’t been shot dead in an alley somewhere. Anything. But you left me in the dark for seven months.” You kept your eyes down, but the anger was clearly seeping into your tone.
“I’m sorry, I just-“
“Seven. Months.” You interrupted again.
A sigh filtered out through his helmet. Neither of you spoke for a moment, daring the other to make the next move. He chose to speak first again.
“I brought you something,” he said carefully.
You couldn’t help the scoff you let out. You didn’t respond, but you cut your eyes to him for the first time since his arrival. He still wore his old chest plate, and a very small (but admittedly very petty) part of yourself briefly celebrated the fact that he hadn’t made enough to get any more parts of his beskar armor. Was it immature? Yes. Did that stop you? Absolutely not.
In his hands was a small box, plain and unassuming. He shifted it towards you, and you waited a moment before rolling your eyes and deciding you couldn’t handle not knowing what it was.
Inside the box was a small metal pin, just a bit larger than your thumbnail, cut in the shape of one of the flowers native only to your home planet. As you turned it over in your fingers, it caught the dim lights above you, and you instantly recognized the material.
Beskar.
You stared at what you assumed was his eye line, blinking.
“I don’t… I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, barely audible over the chatter of the cantina.
“Can we go somewhere more private? To talk?” He asked, shifting towards you.
You shakily inhaled, nodding. “Yeah… yeah.”
You’d walked silently back to your small apartment, the short journey feeling endless under the weight of his gift and presence. You settled on opposite corners of your bed, fiddling idly with the hem of your shirt while he removed his larger weapons and set them carefully in the corner.
“I’m sorry for leaving for so long.” He said flatly.
You swallowed, nodding as you spoke. “I just… I just thought I, this, meant more to you than that. Maybe not.”
He turned his torso to you. “What do you mean?”
You gave him an exasperated smile. “I mean, you know I care about you. You can’t just fuck off for that long and not expect me to be a little upset.”
Din’s shoulders sagged slightly. You could feel the guilt snaking it’s way through his body and while you were still mad, you also just wanted to hold him.
After sitting silently for a moment, you scooted a little closer on the bed. “I like the gift,” you said softly.
“I know you miss your home. You mentioned it once a while ago.”
A pang shot through your heart; you did miss your home planet, a place you were no longer welcome at after your family disagreed with your lifestyle choices. You’d whispered this sentiment to Din one evening when you were laying in your post-coital states, idly tracing each other’s bodies and sharing stories. You weren’t even sure he was listening- you usually did more of the sharing. He liked to keep himself walled off, even from you, the person he was probably closest to (not that that was saying much.)
“I do. Thank you, it… it means a lot.”
He shifted closer to you now. “I’m gonna stay here for a while,” He started. “Got some repairs to make to the ship. And,” he stretched up to his side and flicked the light switch by the bed, blanketing the room in darkness. When he spoke again, his words were hushed, voice unfiltered, and his mouth was now inches away from your ear.
“I’ve got some apologies to make.”
———
To his credit, Din did stay around for about two months after he returned. It was a growth time for the two of you, you working through these feelings you had and finally becoming okay with the place the two of you were, and him slowly (slowly) opening himself more to you outside of bounties and sex. Things were peaceful again- briefly.
In those seven months he was gone he’d made some connections with a guild, and the pay was beyond handsome for him because he was so good at his job. You almost couldn’t blame him when he left again at the promise of opportunities he simply couldn’t pass up. Almost.
While this time stung a little less, you still found an ache in your chest that you couldn’t seem to escape. Why couldn’t he just stay again? Why did you care so much? Clearly the two of you shared some sort of feelings for each other- feelings you were willing to explore, but he was apparently not.
So to drown your sorrows you’d been picking up any job you could take, and along the way met a couple different people to ease the pain. Kat’aa, a twi’lek woman who loved to dance and made you laugh harder than you ever had, but ultimately you knew the two of you would never work. Tiero, a nice human man that didn’t say much but instead showed his affection with a devilish tongue, who you broke things off with when that was all he wanted to do. There were a few others here and there in the year and some change that passed before you saw Din again, but none of them ever quite filled the hole in your heart.
And because of this, seeing him again only served to reopen the wound.
You took him in, of course; he was injured, badly enough that you weren’t even sure how he managed to fly without passing out. Once you’d gotten him bandaged up as best as you could with only household medical supplies, he collapsed onto your floor with a grunt and you briefly wondered if he had just passed out. But he grabbed your hand, tugging so you came down to him, and you obliged.
No words were spoken that night.
———
After he’d shown up injured, he left again the next morning. You’d maybe spoken five words, and this time instead of heartbreak, you were pissed. Who did he think he was, using you like that? Acting a little selfishly, you threw a tantrum within the walls of your apartment, screaming and throwing things until you were out of breath. You couldn’t help it, you were just so sick of being used like this. How was it fair that you poured so much into him and he only have a fraction back?
He did, however, return only a day later. In fact, upon seeing him you realized he hadn’t even left the planet, just went back to his ship. It was fair, you supposed- this planet wasn’t necessarily unsafe, but definitely not the safest either. You felt a bit silly for your meltdown, but you kept that to yourself.
Even if you wanted to share it with him, you were immediately silenced when he returned with a small, green… thing tucked into his arm.
Though he hadn’t shared much with you, you did know his foundling story, and that they were important to his culture, however you’d be lying if you ever saw him as someone who would take in a child. That’s too much commitment and responsibility- he already has enough on his own plate.
“I’m on a mission to return him to his people.” He’d explained, sitting on the floor with you in the living area. The little green thing, who you simply called ‘the child’, toddled around curiously.
“I found him a few months back, and- hey, don’t touch that.” He interrupted himself calmly to direct the child away from some books you’d collected that were sitting on a shelf in the corner.
You couldn’t help but laugh at the man before you being so parental. The man who you knew as a fierce bounty hunter and an even more fierce lover. Duality of man, you supposed. As you watched him interact with the child you felt your anger melting, albeit against your will. You wanted to be mad at him, scream, give him a piece of your mind, but you couldn’t- not when you watched him carefully feed the youngling before excusing himself to your bedroom to eat his own dinner privately. Something was different about him now.
After knocking to confirm he was safe, you entered the bedroom, settling in behind him on the bed and working your hands into the part of his shoulders that you could reach without armor getting in the way.
“He’s passed out on my couch,” you explained, working at the tension.
Din groaned beneath you. “I’m sorry to intrude with him, but-“
“Shhh,” you interrupted. “We’ll talk later. Right now I just want to make you feel good.”
He shivered beneath you. “Okay,” he muttered.
You took each other apart multiple times that night, any of your previous feelings for him returning tenfold, but you couldn’t care. He put you into such a state of bliss, better than any of your other lovers could’ve dreamed of. He knew you. Inside and out.
He’d even kissed you goodbye that morning, waking you before he left. You didn’t know when you would see him again, but as he left that day, something told you it wouldn’t be long before it was back.
———
He returned several months later, this time no child in tow and a much heavier heart in his chest. Perhaps he was using your sex as a distraction, but you found yourself willingly giving it to him. When you laid in bed that evening, his back pressed to yours, you bit your lip before speaking.
“Do.. do you wanna talk about it?” You asked softly.
“No.”
You sighed. “Okay, just know that I’m here. I’m willing to listen.”
Several minutes of silence covered the room. You closed your eyes, prepared to sleep, when he finally piped up.
“A part of me is missing now.”
Your heart shattered for him. You of all people knew how hard it was for him to allow others in. You were just barely in yourself. And to have that ripped away… you could imagine the feeling, you kept that to yourself though.
You rolled over so your face was pressed between his broad shoulder blades. You wrapped your arms around him, searching for his fingers, and intertwined them.
Maybe none of it was ever supposed to mean anything. You’d been around long enough to know better than to get attached- and yet, you let him back in every single time. He had a magnetic pull on you, one you were helpless against no matter how hard you tried to escape. And a part of you reveled in this- you loved being wanted by him in at least some capacity. Maybe you weren’t supposed to end up together, at least not in the traditional sense. But something about him was addictive, almost a base instinct- and it made you think that maybe, just maybe, things would change eventually.
And so, until then, your door would remain open for him.
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PLEASE LISTEN TO 13 THE MUSICAL PLEASE
okay so there's this musical called 13 that i have an emotional attachment to specifically bc it was the first musical i ever performed but it's honestly such a silly goofy musical and i absolutely need it to get more attention.
im just gonna rattle off some things about the musical please stick with me i swear it's silly pleaseplease
plot overview: Evan Goldman, a 12 year old boy who's just about to turn 13. he's just moved from New York to Indiana because of his parent's divorce and he's set on becoming popular in order to make sure his bar mitzvah isn't lame. he ends up meeting a bunch of new people and causing a bunch of chaos and i have no idea how to explain the rest of it other than "average middle school drama" but i swear it's good in the "wow this is so stupid i love it" way.
musicals it's pretty similar to: Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen (except without the weird "pretending to be a dead kid's best friend" stuff), Heathers (again, without the killing bits)
other things to note before getting into it (basically my thoughts and me explaining what versions to avoid): DO NOT WATCH THE NETFLIX VERSION. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT WATCH THE NETFLIX VERSION. i also haven't found many bootlegs of the musical on YouTube that were good (honestly the cast i was with when we performed it were my favorite but i'm pretty biased and there's no public recordings of it anyways), so i'd recommend just listening to the soundtrack on Spotify. SPECIFICALLY LISTEN TO THE ORIGINAL BROADWAY RECORDING THO, THE OTHER ONE IS MID IN MY OPINION SO I WOULDN'T RECOMMEND IT.
some other things to try convince u plsplsplspls: THE SHOW HAS A LOTTA OFF-HAND KINDA OFFENSIVE HUMOR SO KEEP THAT IN MIND. IT'S A LITTLE SOUTH PARK-Y IN A WAY BUT I'M NOT SURE HOW EXACTLY TO DESCRIBE IT?? THE BEST EXAMPLE I CAN GIVE IS THAT THERE'S A WHOLE SONG CALLED "TERMINAL ILLNESS" WHERE EVAN JUST CONVINCES THIS ONE KID TO EXPLOIT HIS DISABILITY INTO GETTING THEM SOMETHING THEY BOTH WANT. SO LIKE JUST KEEP THAT IN MIND.
other than that though, the characters are really silly. like they're all super weird, awkward, and goofy because of the fact that they're all young teens and even though some of it gives second-hand embarrassment, i feel like the fact that they're just silly little kids is what makes them all so lovable. there's also a bunch of songs that do kind of hit hard in the "wow i remember feeling that way and i still kinda do feel like that damn" which i think just adds to the charm. "Good Enough" is definitely one of those songs imo, but listen to the full soundtrack first before just skipping to it i swear it hits hard with an emotional attachment first.
also uh ariana grande was in it or sumn. she didn't even have a major role tho which is funny. and you can tell that at the very end the writers were like "FUCK WE GOTTA EXPLOIT HER TALENT" and let her riff for the entire ending song which i think is funny LMAO.
i've got no idea what else to put here just please listen to them i swear theyre silly guys please.
#13 musical#musicals#musical theater#be more chill#dear evan hansen#heathers#musical where dumb teenagers are dumb teenagers#i love them sm
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Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: Trolls Band Together
At long, long last. After 45 fucking movies of insanely varying quality, I've reached the end of the Dreamworks watch. So, what kind of a note did we go out on here on the third installment of the Trolls franchise? Well...
Back in the day, Branch and his older brothers, John Dory, Spruce, Clay, and Floyd, made up the popular boy band BroZone, until a tension-driven split up. In the present, Floyd has been captured by pop star wannabes Velvet and Vaneer, who are using his essance to make themselves more talented. So it's up to the other brothers to "band together" to save him, and while along for the ride, Poppy happens to reunite with her long lost older sister, Viva. So yeah, lots of shit going on. And that's... kind of the problem.
The first two Trolls movies were relatively simple and pretty focused for what they are. But Band Together just has... way too much happening in it. Namely, way to many damn family reunions happening in it. I've joked before about how Dreamworks only knows how to tell a handful of stories, and the family reunion plot is one they always seem to come back to. This movie is a huge testament to that, with both Branch and Poppy reuniting with estranged/lost familiy members. And it's... a tad forced, not gonna lie.
The overall theme of family is absolutely heavy handed in this, from Branch and his bros having to learn to be both a band and brothers again, to Poppy and Viva reconnecting and learning how different they actually are, to even some sibling drama between Velvet and Vaneer. And its... a lot. It's just too much going on all at once and it feels... overwhelming, especially since they're also trying to throw non stop jokes and pop songs at you. As a result, you get a movie that's just... way too busy for its own damn good.
As for our characters, well our returning cast is still pretty fun, and I was really happy to see the Bergans return (Gristle and Bridget's honeymoon subplot was the best part of the movie by far). Our new characters are kind of hollow, none of them getting too terribly much focus. Like Branch's brothers are fine, I didn't hate any of them, but I felt like I wasn't too compelled to care about them either. Same for Viva who... did kind of grate the nerves a bit, she's basically just Poppy 2.0 and I can only handle so much of Poppy anyway.
As for our villains, Velvet and Vaneer are... ok. They're the usual fame-obssessed diva trope, and I do appreciate how they do give Vaneer a bit of an arc and a concious, but idk... I wanted more of them? Their designs are fun and they do have some really funny moments, but because there was so much else going on, I feel like we really just didn't see as much from them as we should have.
I had no complaints from the animation, though I do appreciate them continuing to push the arts and crafts vibes of the world (the water is literally orbeez i love that). The music is, well, its Trolls. Ya'll know what to expect form Trolls. Pop songs until the cows come home. And they're... fine. I kinda tend to space out whenever one of them starts, but they're fine.
Overall, this movie as a whole is... fine. Exceptionally mid, and I'd absolutely say its the weakest out of the Trolls trilogy. It just lacks... something that the first two had, some sort of charm or thought or pacing or... control even. Idk how to properly explain what's wrong with this movie, man, something just feels off. Which is why it's such a shame to end the Dreamworks marathon off on a mid note like this, but hey, at least I'm not ending it off on the same shit tier note I started it off with Antz. That's gotta count for something right?
But until next time (or whenever there are more Dreamworks movies to review idk), (*blows kiss to the sky*) for Dreamworks. You fucking wonderful, terrible, baffling, beautiful studio you.
Overall Rating: 5/10
Verdict: Trip so hard you wind up in another animation style entirely
Previous Review (Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken)
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what are some of your hottest vsynth takes
hi this is a lot of negative and complainy stuff have fun.
illustrators in the community are absolutely tossed aside.
you dont need to use voice synth programs to be a huge vocal synth fan.
utau isnt hard compared to most vocal synths. all voice synths are hard and have their own learning curve. it's just a matter if you want to learn it.
kikuo isnt unique, like at all. its more like combining 3 different styles (edm, orchestral, and like music box sounds???) into one song and the songs where he doesnt use like all three or more are good but like. i wouldnt call them unique. particularly salty abt this bc there was this one person that would never shut the fuck up about how unique kikuo was when its like... yeah kinda mid.
female utau voicebanks sound bad. i dont know what it is they just sound like dog doo doo a good 70% of the time. male ones almost always pop off- worst case theyre a little flat and plain.
utau and pre vocaloid 5 are better than any ai ever.
ai voicebanks are weird. i get it. theyre really cool and impressive. however, they don't give off what made vocaloid unique back in its day. there's a few ai vbs that are "robotic" (kafu, kevin, uhhh) and theyre honestly the best ais out there. for realistic vocals- best ones are stardust and solaria.
with that being said uncanny > realistic > robotic
i hate vocals that are extremely choppy and robotic like defoko sorry girlboss.
the project diva franchise sucks ass. i dont think this is unpopular, but i literally cant play the pc ver of mega mix bc the audio doesnt work with RAZER HEADPHONES. like the best gaming headphones out there and i have to play it with my headphones unplugged or it sounds like its from splatoon. even the older games are kinda meh, like dont give them rooms and talking man- just let me tap tap button chart.
meiko is actually so mid. im so sorry i dont understand the appeal to her voice. both deep and when its squeaky.
almost all english voicebanks (with exception of a couple of ai vbs) are garbage. and i know its bc the language is harder to replicate blah blah blah phonetics blah.
talkloids are annoying. the only good one is that one of shuu and ruko on miku day that i saw on twitter. funniest shit. you can hear the happiness in their voices.
bring back the cevio colour series.
proseka en was the worst thing to happen to the vocaloid fandom in 10 years.
proseka > project diva
friday night funkin was the worst thing to happen to utau. ever.
9zero is cool as fuck. he sounds like GARBAGE- but oh my god you know what this means- were getting closer to true rock synths.
vocalo changer is lazy. with that being said. i love it. as long as the person that creates content with it acknowledges it as lazy, have fun.
they/them pronouns for any voice synth character is so fucking real. do it more.
creep-ps music slaps so hard. both old and new.
ikus og vb is better than her remaster
dont get mad at p's for moving on in the music industry. voice synths are a hobby. not an industry material.
people that literally interpret the vippers bios are the worst people and need to fall over.
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"I believe we did."
"you dont get to commit the sin and then ask us all to feel sorry for you when there are consequences"
uh okay minor oppenheimer thought dump. it's not gonna be super long cause im still musing i think
in terms of what it is, well made film. the script had really powerful lines and they were delivered very well by really good actors. and the score...jesus fuck. i think it might jsut be me hearing things but the film ending with the final note of a song that sounds like an air raid siren oughhg
there's definitely room for criticism (both historical--accuracy-wise and film-making wise) but i do like the movie for what it is. i didnt find it enlightening per se cause i already knew a lot of the basic facts going in (or at least, the facts presented in this movie), but the presentation of it was so harrowing it's hard not to be affected. and that being said, i do think the film does a good job of presenting the impact of the atomic bomb in a way (ie, a (white) americentric way) so that certain groups of americans can finally understand why dropping the bomb was a bad fucking idea but only time will tell if that was successful. it'd be nice if i could stop seeing people say "well we had to" as if it was fucking america's hands tied behind its back. anyway
one thing i want to say but unfortunately i'm still not quite sure how to phrase is how i feel/what i got out of this movie as a white american soon-to-be-scientist. like, some details really gathered my attention, particularly about compartmentalism (an idea very anti-modern science...hiding your work like that from your countryman colleagues/the entire world of science at large would not fly today. clarity is very important. and especially in america, the events of the mid 20th century are really why it became proper etiquette to be absolutely transparent and i just think this film did a good job of explaining that even if unintentionally), how science and politics and ethics go hand in hand despite many white american scientists pretending so so hard otherwise for so long, and how oppenheimer was perfectly fine stealing native people's burial grounds from them to gain his own glory, but only grew a conscience about it later when it was clear the government would not give the land back and would build an h bomb with or without his assistance (so no glory for him there) and how that's reflective of well...modern colonialism honestly. it's a very "it's not about control it's about science!" excuse right now (see the mauna kea incident for example). speaking of, i really like the breakdown of the like mythical figure of oppenheimer. he is presented as the coward he 100 percent was in this film and you're not supposed to feel bad for him really -- maybe just kinda somber because of the greater whole (that being said i do wish they cemented this a bit more...)
it's definitely tonally a horror movie to be quite frank. which i think is only appropriate considering its subject matter
hm. yeah that's all i can say rn. it's late and i'm tired so im sorry if some of this is worded weird, i def have some runon sentences. i hope my points are apparent nonetheless
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Vätternrundan 2023
I've done this twice now and I can easily say it's turned into one of my favourite things. It's a 315 kilometre long bike race around a lake. At a maximum you have 28 hours and 30 minutes to finish. From 7:30 pm on the Friday throughout the night and into the Saturday morning you have groups of riders starting every two minutes and the cut off for the finish-line is midnight Saturday. So depending on how long you think it will take you pick a starting time when you sign up and then you do your best. This year I started a little after 5 am and finished ten minutes past 7 pm.
I’m trying to distil down into words what it is about this that I love so much and it’s not one simple thing, it’s that combination of several really cool things. From a purely personal point of view I fucking love the challenge. It is a long fucking distance to cycle in one go and it’s a pretty challenging course. After you’ve done around 200 kilometres there is a stretch of around 50 kilometres that is pretty much a continuous uphill and that is both so incredibly challenging mentally and physically. If you haven’t kept up with nutrition and hydration throughout the first sections then those hills will kick your butt so fucking hard. This year it was pretty warm throughout the entire night/day and I think it reached around 28 degrees Celsius. That shit took it’s toll on your body, it was hard to get as much liquid and salts into you that you needed (I made the mistake of wearing an all black cycling kit, I looked like a zebra due to all the salt stains when I finished). And then there’s the mental side, because when you got to those sections there were so many people who either got off their bikes, or were resting by the side of the road waiting to be picked up by the support cars because they simply didn’t have it in them to finish. That fucks with you, because if they can stop, why shouldn’t you? You’re hurting and it’s hard, so why shouldn’t you too get off your bike and just stop? But somehow there is such a fucking kick in getting those devil horns of yours out and keep pushing, just keep fucking pedalling. There are loads of spectators all along the course and they usually do the whole “you can do it!” and “you’re looking strong!” etc, but my absolute favourite was an old man in a beach chair in a very relaxed and reassuring voice as we were mid-through some of the worst climbs simply telling us “it’s good, you’re grinding, keep grinding”. There was just something about his tone that hit perfectly, no big rah-rah, just keep grinding and you’ll get there. And I did.
That’s the other part I love about it though, the spectators. Last year we started around 4 am and it was pouring down rain, still even then there were people along the road cheering us on and it’s...it’s kinda of cool. This year the weather was so much better and I lost count of the number of houses and farms you rode past where they’d pulled out tables and chairs and were having parties alongside the road, blasting music and cheering the riders on. There’s a Hallelujah hill with some church holding sermons and then there’s Karaoke farm where they keep blasting Eurovision songs and singing along loudly and off key. It’s just a mad fucking trip across the countryside and it’s – mad and fun.
But the thing that really gets under my skin and makes me a little high are the people doing the race. Because this is not something that is locked behind some kind of elitist mindset. This is a “race” for everyone (I keep calling it a race, but it isn’t, it doesn’t have a winner, there’s no price money, it’s just for fun). There are professionals for sure, but then there is every other kind of person you can think of to. A staple of the race has become an old man who now is in his seventies who’s ridden, I think every year, the race has been on, and he rides in a pair of worn jeans, on an old bike with 3 gears and in the front basket he’s got a old school boombox for company.
At the last stop I chatted away with a group doing a charity ride, at that point I was fucking pooped and had been going at it for almost 13 hours, but it got put into perspective as I heard about their journey and how they were closing in on 24 hours on the go. But my favourite thing was that the thing they thought was hardest was going to the portaloos in the middle of the night with no lights in them, trying to wrestle in and out of bike clothes. That mentality, I fucking love it.
It might sound mad, but I love it so much even though parts of it are really hard mentally and physically. I already know I’m going to sign up for next year again (that was something decided as the day after we finished). It didn’t matter that my knees felt like those of a geriatric and that my hands were well blistered or my left butt cheek suffered some serious chaffing - I was ready to start training for next year.
The feeling of accomplishment, happiness and knowing you will take on and finish a challenge – yeah, I might not be doing this in my seventies, but I get that man. I really do. And who knows, one year at a time I guess.
And if you're contemplating doing mad shit like this come talk to me and I'll persuade you it's absolutely something you have to do.
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me and nox concluded our nct marathon and im feeling oddly bittersweet about it. it was such a good experience. we still have so much more stuff to watch (we call together frequently to watch cinderella movies, we plan to listen to every new nct release in the future, and we also have more kpop marathons left) but OUG. THE NCT ERA IS OVER.
ether way it was such a good time and i'm glad we did this. it was honestly a rlly interesting ride. they had a rough start, like everything sounded SO weird initially vnfjvnjf with a few exceptions here and there. and then suddenly they had their hashtag slay era as noxia calls it, where they kept releasing consistently good music. of course highway to heaven was released during that era, literally nct's peak. and then everything went downhill again NVNJFNVJFVN THEY RELEASED MAKE A WISH. WHICH IS SUCH A MID, LEANING TOWARDS BAD SONG, BUT ALSO ONE IM KINDA OBSESSED WITH, ITS MY GUILTY PLEASURE. me and noxia had only listened to the english version but the lyrics in the korean version are so different??? like they actually make sense. whoever translated the song legit just pulled shit out of their ass and tried to make it rhyme. there was so much unmemorable shit, and then we got to hot sauce and OH MY GOD, HOT SAUCE IS SO BAD. i've heard it so many times before but idk why it rlly got to me this time. i think it was noxia's reaction to it but i started laughing so hard i had actual tears in my eyes, i was sobbing. and then the most devastating thing happened.
noxia looked at one of the guys and said "DUDE, THAT GUY HAS A SUPERM SHIRT" and she kept going back trying to find the frame and it was a fucking SUPREME shirt. i lost my mind at that.
then we got to sticker. we've all heard sticker. it certainly is a song.
and as for the more recent releases, i actually thought they were pretty good. a lot of nct's stuff is kinda just generic and unmemorable but occasionally it's kinda fun, and i do think after sticker there's been some improvement here and there. the world is healing. as noxia put it by the end of it: "their music just isn't for me. most of the songs aren't bad, they're just so generic, and i wouldn't ask someone to turn it off but i would also forget about it by tomorrow. every once in a while they release a BANGER and every once in a while they release the worst songs known to men."
yeah, i agree. i no longer think they suck, is just that when they give them bad songs they're SO bad vnfjvnjv. but there's redeemable qualities in their discography and for the most part, they're okay. overall their music is a 6/10 i think, but they have some rlly good songs here and there.
SPECIFICALLY i love wayv. wayv stayed consistently good all the time??? not a single miss. i was terrified when we got to the nct flop era and a wayv song started playing and it sounded kinda off. i remember noxia going "THEY GOT WAYV!!!" but it was fine, the song actually picked up a bit as it went along.
in conclusion: nct is. alright. not as bad as some people say it is, and also not as good. it's just okay overall. but i do think they have some potential, so i'm excited to see where they go in the future in terms of their music. maybe they'll get a full redemption arc.
NOOOOOO, THE END OF THE NCT ERA....I'm not surprised that ur rating of their discography was 6/10. I wonder if nct is more of an...experiment for sme. Bc they already have a unique group dynamic (Idk of any other groups that just keep adding new members bc that's their gimmick + them having so many subdivisions + having one of those subdivisions be dedicated to just putting the members on rotation), so maybe they're throwing things at the fans and seeing what can be marketed and what can't. Seeing how much bad music the fans can take before they start dipping gjskfkfj. I don't have any evidence to support this, I'm just musing here
Also not the supreme shirt.....it would be so funny actually if that had been a superm shirt. Imagine if sme was trying to promote superm thru nct 😭😭
I'm happy to hear that wayv stayed consistently good! I might check out their full discography then, I rlly like what I've heard of it so far
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1/20-21/2024
saturday - sunday
i had a weird dream today.
but maybe i'll put that at the end or something, there's a bunch of other stuff i've been thinking about today, mostly all of it is dumb and pointless, but that's why i have a diary, i guess. but rn i am waiting for ableton to load so i can do some stuff to a song, the idea is to double the rhythm-carrying riff, and to make the one panned left a little more mid focused/less high end, but maybe just a touch of that. and then i'll make the vocals quieter, and they'll have to be re-recorded at some point, cuz i want to re-write some lyrics.
still waiting tho, so i'll talk about some positive stuff, good day for music i listened to:
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this band is new to me, but really fun, at least 2 of their songs are good, other stuff seems way patchier but that's how a lot of myspace era stuff just seems to go. i also really like the cover art, such a perfect thing, the inexplicable tigers on everything, i need to put a tiger on my thing i think. also i'm #yearofthetiger (i think( cuz 1998)). obv super crystal castles sounding but they have a bit of another thing going on, the bass drum is super fucked sounding, and the track feels constructed differently.
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their other good song, a lot more distinct from cc, i think. still really good, more chiptune-y.
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liars are a classic band for me, cuz i listened to them a ton in highschool, but i've been meaning to come back to this record, just cuz it feels connected to the whitebelt thing i'm into/part of my past w/ that whole thing, even when i didn't know what ti was, they're definitely also not totally part of that but close enough, they're related/inspired i think. it's totally there in how they do the dance stuff w/ the noisy fucked up guitar playing, but they are way more gang of four than say, idk, arab on radar or six finger satellite, and those bands already love gang of four but they're doing some other weirdo shit. liars aren't straightforward but they are definitely more straight laced than either of those bands, at least in this point of their career. lyrically though, this album is really awesome, he's great at writing stuff that resembles nonsense but is approaching something larger.
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i never expected to ever talk about new sematary in a positive way again, but this song is awesome, i keep hoping on some kind of comeback, he's been working on this song for a while it seems like, and you can tell, i really want him to be on some kind of upswing, and this song has everything i want from him, he's like writing something catchy, which is like what's he's really good at, he's got a great sense of melody, and he's even doing some good stuff lyrically i think, like not genius but there's poetry in wendigo/i don't know where to go, he's thinking harder about what he's doing. i hope this sticks around.
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having a bit more of a moment w/ this song today, really freakish vocals but they're kinda hard, love how garish the video is too, these guys are masters of ugly vids though, fresh jame (exactly like that, the vocalist here) is so good w/ ugly stuff, he's a bit of a genius in that way, hope nation blows up more generally, i love that fucked up ep of theirs:
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genuinely such strange music, they're the closest thing to var i've heard in a while, hypnagogic approaches to rave music kinda, like obviously not rave especially though, but they feel connected to it in some kinda way. var were def more post punk inflected, this has internet freak all over it, but in a way that's not commonly publicized, or maybe just older, they are probably james ferraro adherents in some way. god this ep is so good, the second song here is so beautiful, 'we don't have time to just forget'. i wonder if they play this stuff live, and how that sounds. i'd love to see if they do any shows out here. inexplicably, they were on tour w/ yves tumor, that whole thing around yves is probably this thing they're trying to break, izzy spears is touring w/ yves/was, i guess. that's probably over now. all these people hang out in some capacity, too. this ep feels so huge, no one seems to give a shit about it, but it seems like it has a touch of some kind of future in it. idk.
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some pretty solid indie stuff, here, this guy is i think, cosmo potts, also known as frog power, kind of a songwriting genius, however the other half of this project is really good vocally, this is a rlly good story song, perfectly miserable and gothic, dirty in quotidian ways, 'time to take one for the team' is super haunting. i think the dude is definitely weird, not like, sexually, i think, but weird in that he made a song called 'i've been cancelled again,' but i think he's an artsy weirdo from new zealand who has done too many psychs and is into like mde or some shit. that's the kind of weird he is. ultimately people like that are putting work into writing some weird/interesting music about being online too much.
also i listened to some sundry powerviolence (ofc, i am an addict, it's like embedded in me), hardcore is fun to just throw on, random trax, some despise you, some other stuff, a band called peter mangalore, soon i need to listen to the first spazz record, but i did do all of these:
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love this album's title, we should all be like it t b h....
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here's the pic of the postcards, i def wanna see if i can use this for something in a collage or whatevs.
and then this is from the bellagio, the whole arboretum display thing they change up, this is here for chinese new year, the day we went, i saw them rescue a sick koi fish from the pond they had, it was hiding against the wall, really sad, especially seeing it thrash in the net, or even pre-net, how it always would return to the spot it had been before, just trying to fight off illness. i hope it is well, but maybe they'd just put it down in a situation like that. i don't trust casinos with animals i guess. but i hope it lived. i remember there used to be dolphins in the mirage. my grandma took me to see them, it made me really happy, las vegas felt so tropical that day, so many years ago.
re: my music, i did 2 traxxxxx today, both sound better than before, one i might wanna keep messing with but little bits, but it seems pretty solid i think. just listened to the one i'm most scared about, and it is closer to what i want, there's just this sound that i need to have a bit more presence/punch, idk how to get there though. it is really close and probably there, basically, it's just like, such a tiny thing, a little bit closer, just a bit over the edge, is the feeling, but my rule is i am not touching what i do/did w/ the distortion, under no circumstance, cuz that is a good sound. slowly i have been reducing the cut lows and i think that's giving me what i want, so maybe up by 2-3 db on the final eq in the chain in the lows. on the double tracked thing. that will probably do it.
kayyy, and nowwww:
fashion mag scans off that forum again cuz it's fun:
nylon japan:
this mag is super fun/of the time, like 07-09ish, is the region we're looking at. i love the first one a lot, the bangs are crazy and that floral dress is so cute. the last one is maybe one of my favs though, it's really cool and strange, i love the belt.
gisele japan:
this one is hilarious cuz it covers so many moods / moments in that time, like the middle 2 here are so american apparel coded in photography style it kind of hurts. but then the top 2 have the regular sort of distance i've noticed in jp fashion mags, and the bottom 2 are that retro throwback that was big at the time over there it seems. really all of this has that inside of it but they all treat it differently.
l'officiel singapore:
this one is genuinely weird to me, but i love it also, the outfits feel crazy, being like, inside right now, so gaudy in sick ways, that kinda thing ought to come back, especially that third thing that's like a freaky athleisure thing? idk. and then the armor look with the chain collar, i have a friend that would love that, i'll send it to her when she talks to me again.
harper's bazaar china:
idk why but everything i've seen from this mag had something athletic going on, likely cuz of the olympics being around that time, 07ish so they were getting hype up i think. anyways it's really cool and unique photography with these. i love how they stick the ornate stuff in these, treating it as thoughtfully as they treat the chanel sportswear stuff.
anyway brb gonna write something.
wrote for something i haven't worked on in a while.
anyway the crazy stuff from today:
one thing is that caffeine really is fucking twisted, for me, when i have too much i feel like the world really is ending, something terrible will happen, or something. the world feels dirty, everything can go wrong, i am just sitting here waiting to be put to death by nuclear weapons or something. everything feels yellow, kidney failure on everything, i can't filter out the world and i get small, ant sized. awful.
so i shouldn't ever have that panera lemonade ever again, but my gf's mom brings it, it's hard to tell her when something is not something i should get often, or at all.
the other thing is i watched that drama re: that mama max freak, which iss so weird and evil, i regret looking but i was too curious, like who is that fucker, why does he keep showing up in my recs. it turns out this pedo hunter youtube stuff is obviously evil and heavily fictionalized/ sensationalized to create as strong a reaction/reactionary worldview as possible. it's scary that this kind of content isn't being interrogated, because no one would ever say defending kids is evil, but you have to question what this level of exposure re: narratives of child abuse really does, other than make people paranoid and thirsty to keep hearing about it. honestly as someone who got jacked off to thru the internet over webcams as a child it's all pretty weird and ineffective/evil, i know kids are watching it now, like i watched tcap clips as a kid, it's really worrying, idk. there's almost too much to say about it. like it goads people into feeling good and like something is being prevented, but really it leaves one hopeful to hear more, everyone knows there's more abuse to learn about, or more abuse to simulate and then make someone guilty for. entrapment stuff even, those people are evil obviously and should not be on the streets but when it becomes entertainment idk, it's like it gives me the feeling that we're headed to a satanic panic 2 and it's not just going to be old people talking about it. it's so spectacular it stops anyone from seeing the rather dull reality, of how most people doing this stuff aren't all megafreaks who have crazy stories (so often this is queer people, who get to be talked about in these things, at least from certain accounts it seems like), but like, just men, just regular men, and as long as 'teen' is the most popular/most standard category of porn, this will not disappear, it's standardized/regular, so it can go on, so there will be more people like me.
the mamamax thing in particular made me think of wiseblood, just that he's trying to be clean, that he is evidently some kind of doomed man, working from a fucked moral framework, but he is less interesting than hazel motes. it just came to me cuz i am reading it now. that's how i am. that's how like everyone is.
anyway, a basically worthless thing to think abt, i said i'd write my dream here but i'm just tired now, so:
byebye!!!!!!!!!
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