#this whole album is just him fucking us and being so rough i-
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So there's this drama CD where Yuuji's VA is your cute boyfriend who turns out to be a sadist in bed and listening to this made me realize that if he didn't get to voice yuuji in the show, he would've been great as Mahito too LMFAO 💀
A quick translation:
“Now, now... That's not good. You cummed right after I told you not to, didn't you? You couldn't hold it? What a bad girl. It's settled then. You'll be punished."
“I will keep fucking you like this, so accept everything.”
“Hahahaha…. You're so wet, it feels so good!”
“That's right, get crazier. Cry even more!”
“I won’t stop even if you say so. It feels so fucking good, I can't stop."
#that laugh... bro#this whole album is just him fucking us and being so rough i-#for HALF AN HOUR?????#lord help me#itadori yuuji#yuuji itadori#yuuji x reader#itadori yuuji x reader#yuuji itadori x reader#jujutsu kaisen#kana.dramacd
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fuck me like you hate me • eren jaeger x black fem reader
I know I said I hate seeing my babies fight but I’m tweaking over the idea of some nasty ass, filthy hate sex between eren and (y/n). Like imagine they’ve just moved in together, adjusting to living with another person and they have been walking around mad as hell at each other over dumb shit around the house and from work (him ignoring her for recording sessions and her on Instagram showing a lil too much for his liking). The tension is CRAZY. It explodes into a huge argument..they think about breaking up but instead, fuck their frustrations out, I—😫😫
content warning: very ROUGH sex, name calling, use of N-word (by reader obv) degradation, hitting, spit play, oral sex, fingering, backshots, slapping, choking, hair pulling, overstimulation, implied dacryphilia,breeding, marking and spanking, riding, .2 seconds of switch eren, bunch of other shit omg just proceed with caution, does have a really happy ending and lots of aftercare 🥹
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📝: and forewarning before anybody can come leave a dumbass comment, this isn’t in support or condoning of toxic relationships, fighting, domestic altercations/violence, etc. and this will be my very first and last time writing something of this degree. Also, this is purely fiction and all of these aforementioned topics will only be slightly touched on without graphic detail, as they can be extremely triggering and sensitive. Again, read this at your own discretion! (And keep it very cute)
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“Shit! Oh my God—fuck! Moveeee..gimme my phone.”
“Shut the fuck up..you want to post everything, let’s post this.”
the words spewed like venom from between your boyfriend’s lips. Much like the many times that he called you baby, princess..or said ‘I love you’. But lately, things had been a little less affectionate around the Jaeger household. It had only been six months since the two of you had moved in together. Taking your newly public relationship to the next level and committing to one another. It was supposed to be a joyous time yet it was the exact opposite! As of late, particularly in the past few weeks, the two of you had been at odds and each other’s throats to say the least. The anger constantly building and only becoming worse by the minute. So much so, the both of you had questioned if living under the same roof was a wise option and even more so, contemplated splitting up..but alas, it seems you found a better solution:
“Show all your little followers how you take this dick. Let ‘em see you getting fucked like a slut. Since you wanna act like one.”
“Maybe I’ll show them how weak this lil’ stroke game is. Ain’t shut me up yet, baby.”
“But you can’t stop fucking up my sheets. Stop lying.”
the whole situation arose not too long ago, stemming from the fact that he had been working nonstop on new projects. As happy as you were that he was back into his groove, you were sick of being ignored and neglected for a damn album. Shelved and discarded like nothing more than a toy. It was infuriating, especially when you went out of your way after your own gigs and busy schedule to cook him dinner and make him snacks; even trying to surprise the man with a few little..outtakes and teasers from your photo shoots. Preferably the ones where you were nude or playing with yourself. Did he pay them any attention? Hell no. In retaliation, you decided you’d give him a taste of his own medicine..by blocking him on Instagram and purposely posting some rather wild shit. Such as you practically tongue kissing your homegirl as you guys took shots at the pool. Or twerking in a new fit normally worn by dancers and sex workers…it didn’t help matters any when he had to see the sultry posts by proxy from one of his friends, who shared it with him while at the studio one night and when he confronted you about it, you could care less. Saying that maybe someone else would appreciate it if he didn’t. Which had him completely irate and the situation escalated further than it ever should have. But this festering fire of resentment didn’t just boil over today. This had been due to weeks worth of rising frustrations. Eren felt as if he had worked to curate his sanctuary and you were destroying that and you were pissed that he agreed to you living together when he obviously didn’t even want you there. But it all came to a head only a couple hours ago..
flashback
the two of you standing in the bedroom, arguing and going at each other’s throats. Shouting and screaming..it was a situation you promised you’d never find yourself in after your ex and today, you’d had enough. You were ready to leave..call it quits on this entire thing because you refused to be in another toxic relationship. Especially when you cared so deeply for this man. But no amount of love could make you stay in this.
“You won’t even tell me why the fuck you’re so mad! Walking around with a fucking attitude and I’m supposed to read your goddamn mind?! Be serious!”
“Nigga, I shouldn’t have to tell you shit! I waited on you for three hours, Eren! Three motherfucking hours..got dressed, done my hair and everything and you fucking stand me up like my time ain’t worth shit. You don’t give a damn about anybody or anything except that stupid ass music.”
needless to say, tensions were high…you were both angry and it was probably best if you guys stepped away and gave yourselves time to reevaluate the situation but instead, you were running on fumes and pure fire. Only making matters worse. Thank goodness no housekeeping staff was around to hear this altercation because you guys would probably be on the front page of TMZ. Either way, neither of you cared. Right now, you just wanted to vent and get your peace out before the other could. “You mean the same music that’s paying your bills? That’s buying you those fucking purses and hair? Surely, you’re not complaining about that. You damn sure don’t when you wanna spend the money.”
making your blood boil with rage and your eyes well with tears. “You know what? Fuck you, I don’t need your money or nobody else’s. The fuck you think this is? I got my own shit. While you were laid up in the motherfucking suburbs, I was getting to this shit long before I got famous and damn sure before I met you..if you don’t want me here then say that.” But he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot and neither were you…no one wanted to admit they were in the wrong. “No (y/n). I want you to understand that I got business to handle. That I have obligations and if my boys gotta come tell me you’re out here kissing on bitches and entertaining other guys while I’m working then you go wherever you want. I’ve never chased anybody in my life and I damn sure won’t start now. Especially somebody who runs to the internet when they’re mad. Childish as fuck and no woman of mine is gonna have me out here looking stupid. Go be with whoever’s making you happy because it’s obviously not me. Hell, maybe you can work things out with your fuck ass ex since he won’t stop talking about you in his songs. I told you it was a bad idea for us to move in together right now but you just had to. Now look.” The words cutting like a knife clean through butter. Stabbing you in the heart with his hurtful words…you thought this was what he wanted as well and to find out that yet again, you were just another chore like everything else in his life, you were gutted. Not only that, he’d bring up your ex as if that relationship didn’t come along with emotional damage and physical scars. He knew how much of a sensitive topic that was for you and yet, when Eren got angry, he had a tendency to hit below the belt and do so without the slightest bit of hesitation in his voice. With tears in your eyes, unable to hold them back, you’d begin screaming all over again, hitting his chest and trying to take out all your anger on him. Even as you slammed your fists against him, screaming that you hated him and slapping his cheek, he stood there unfazed. He knew your words were from a place of hurt and your actions were not the real you. You’d never raise your hand at him because you knew what that felt like. But feeling as if he didn’t care, you were distraught! So much so, you’d become blind with rage and act out of a place you promised to never go to.
“I fucking hate you, Eren! Swear to fucking God, bro!—all you do is make me feel like shit. If you didn’t want me, all you had to do was leave me alone!” Shouting as you swing your closed fists at his chest, banging on him and wailing as you cry. Screaming and shouting to the top of your lungs.
it was by that point, he’d had enough of being your punching bag. Looking away from you, he’d grasp your wrists, stopping you in your tracks and that only enraged you more. “Let me go, Eren! I’m not playing with you!” Alas, he didn’t say a word though. He didn’t even so much as look at you..staring through you like glass; just holding your hands in place to avoid your hits. Instead, he’d push you to the mattress and pin you back by your wrists. “Don’t put your fucking hands on me, I’m not repeating myself..I don’t play that shit, (y/n). Do it again and we’re done.” grimacing his teeth and leaning down against your face. He was a firm believer that if a relationship ever got physical, it was time to end it. He could never bring himself to put his hands on you, even entertain the thought of it so he wasn’t about to let you disrespect him and do the same. But your rage could not be quelled and instead, you’d start to kick around until he’d bolt your legs down as well. Staring at him like this…hair down, beard and mustache forming on his face, you could tell he hadn’t been himself either and right now, there was a far more primal energy about him. Energy that seemed like it could devour your ass alive if you pushed one more button. “Or what? The fuck you gon’ do? Pussy.” And in that moment, you’d find out just what he had in mind when you decided to spit at his face and in retaliation, he’d only laugh..much more than he should've..right before putting his hand around your throat, clutching it so tight that it causes you to gasp. Restricting your breathing in the process. Which forced your mouth open and allowed him to return it with his own saliva, seeping onto your tongue. With his knee placed between your thigh, brushing against that thinly clothed cunt, he knew you were wet..getting turned on for him even now. “You liked that, didn’t you?” Feeding you a couple slaps to your cheek as you begin to realize the gravity of the situation. “Answer me, bitch. You like spitting so much, I got something for you to use it on.” Suddenly, he’d begin to lean up, tugging at the top of your head next to adjust to eye level with his erection. With one fell swoop from his thumb, he’d tug his sweats down and right before you was his thick cock, standing at full attention. He didn’t want to feel your hands..nothing but straight mouth and throat and right now, he’d guide you as he saw fit. You were his toy right now…shoving that dick between your lips, he’d start to fuck that pretty, tear stained face like it was nothing more than a sleeve. He could hear the gurgling in the back of your throat and feel how hard you were trying but since you had so much to say, he was going to make sure you ate those words.
“What’s that, baby? Can’t hear you..” mocking you as he used your mouth to his heart's content. Balls slapping your chin and jaws suctioned around his shaft. You’d attempt to put your hands up to his hips but he’d slap you and make certain you’d never do so again. Sucking his teeth, Eren laughed as he watched you struggle to engulf all eight and a half inches of that thick girth. “Can’t pop all that shit with my dick in your throat, can you?” Asking rhetorically but he wasn’t done rubbing salt in the wound..you had truly and utterly pissed him off and for the last time. In haste timing, he’d retract from your mouth only momentarily to the sound of you taking sharp gasps and drooling all over yourself. He’d force your head to the edge of the bed, where he’d crawl over and continue his brutal face fucking. But not before he spat in that oral cavity once more, looking at you as if you were nothing more than an object. Bucking his hips and thrusting as if it were an inanimate toy lying in front of him. Your insides were matching the sensation of that of a flesh light, maybe even better. By the time he got into it, a bulge began to form in the center of your esophagus. And try as you might to swat at him, he’d tell you to place your arms by your side and not move them until he stated otherwise.
“I think you’ve forgotten who you’re messing with, princess. I don’t know which bum you’re used to fucking but don’t you ever try that shit with me again. There’s a reason I said I don’t chase anyone. Why would I when I know I’ll have you crawling right back?” and he was right! This man had done things to you that would have any woman stalking him and sitting in his bushes. Even so, you were still pissed off and not much in the way of taking his shit lying down. So as he twitched slightly in your throat, you’d begin to gurgle and gag on his dick, doing tricks to inevitably make him tap out. Grasping the top of your head, he’d tug his shaft from between your lips and spin you around until you were flat on your stomach, and glaring up at his face as he gripped your chin. “You can fuck half the guys in the game and not one of them would ever make you feel the way I would. That pussy will always belong to me. Stop pretending you don’t know that.” His words were so condescending, it made you want to scream but you couldn’t disagree either. Eren always had a nasty habit of playing on people’s psyche and getting under their skin with his words. He was the type to read someone down and not miss a beat. When he was angry, nothing or no one was off limits. Tears were already streaming from your eyes and throat already sore from his brutal handling but he didn’t care. “So I’ve got a great idea…” looking straight past you, he’d extend an arm and lay a heavy handed slap across your backside, still tugging at your hair without any sort of regard for it. “We’re not leaving this room until you and I fix this.” He’d take a moment to clutch his other fist around his cock; tapping it against your tongue, which was hanging out. “Until I fuck you so stupid, you forget what you were so mad about. How’s that sound?” Patting your cheek and inflicting sharp slaps to your ass, causing stinging pain. Along with sensations to your pussy. Proving his words to be true.
Trails of saliva pooled..dribbling from your mouth. Gagging noises constantly arising and filling the room as he relentlessly and disrespectfully fucked that pretty face. At the same time, he’d reach forward so that he could slide two digits inside of inviting heat. Pushing those fingers in and out at an intermediate pace. He’d rub on the sensitive bud with his thumb and pump the other two profusely. You’d slowly start to rut yourself on them, unable to resist him for much longer. “There you go…good girl. I swear, you’re so much prettier like this. Sucking my dick instead of bitching…” he couldn’t help but to fling one more insult in there but trust, he preferred this to arguing any day. Any frustrations the two of you had could be left right here! Continuing to relentlessly fuck your face, Eren teased your little cunt for two reasons: one, because you couldn’t help but to whimper and the sensations caused your throat to spasm and two, he was preparing you for how bad he was going to beat that pussy up. When he finished, you wouldn’t have the energy to move, less known scream at him. He was tired of being at odds with the woman he loved. All too well did he know the pain of practically living with a stranger he felt nothing for and he refused for you guys to turn out the same way. Too many laughs, so much love had been shared between you two for it to end now..
amid disassociating, EJ withdrew his fingers and fat cock from between your lips before telling you to lie on your back. “Spread those legs..” Earning him a side eye from you as those thighs parted to reveal that dripping center. “Bet you’re wet as fuck, aren’t you? Admit it.” Plump lips that were freshly waxed and soaking wet, just for him. There was no one else in this world that could get you so undeniably aroused and you both knew it. Raking his fingers through those long, thick locks, he’d crawl on to the bed; knees pushing through the mattress as he grasped your ankle and tugged you towards him. In that same, swift motion..you’d find your legs pinned back to the covers and feet practically behind your head. “She missed me, didn’t she?” That smug look on his features as he so casually stroked the hood of your clit. He wanted nothing else from you than to wet that beard up. He could tell by the look in your eyes that you weren’t as infuriated as you once were and that fiery spark had dwindled to a twinkle of adoration. But if he knew one thing about you..it was that you’d play coy until you couldn’t any longer. You’d fake an orgasm, pretend to not be turned on. Anything to make him feel inferior. Because you’d try everything to deny him that satisfaction of pleasuring you. You were stubborn, yes but far more aroused..too much to hide it, in fact.
“No, and I didn’t eith—ahh fuck!” Your mouth left agape as he shoved a digit inside and let one rest dormantly on the clit. “Exactly as I thought. Shut the fuck up.” Sitting down entirely, he’d keep your legs pinned back in one hand, as it was nothing with his strength. With all his pent up energy and frustration he’d normally use to fuck you dumb, he had been putting towards intense workouts the past few weeks. Trying to find a way to channel that anger in a healthy way to avoid doing something dumb. Working those two fingers in and out, pumping slowly..Eren made certain you were looking him in the eyes as he maneuvered that little cunt with the delicacy of his hand. Pumping and rubbing in a fluid motion as if it were second nature. Taking you gently by the back of the head, he’d hold you up and let you watch him work. “Shit—I’m not gonna come. If that’s what you want.” “You’re so cute, thinking you have a choice in the matter. Like I said, we’re not leaving until we fix this. So you can drop the fucking act.” Amid his declaration, he’d look you dead in the eye, peering right about your stomach and spit onto your pussy. Disrespectful and raunchy about it as well. He had no regard for you as his girl or even a person right now. You were an object..his little slut he was going to break and mold as he saw fit. “Take your eyes off of me again and I swear to God, you won’t get to come at all. You really don’t want to test me right now.” And something told you, every word seeping from his mouth was a pure fact. This man’s forms of punishment were hellish. One time, you made him so mad, that he fucked you for an hour straight, using a combination of various toys and his cock until you were in tears and refused to let you climax once. No matter how many times he stuffed you or nutted himself. By the time he granted you permission, it was like releasing the pressure on a tightly coiled spring and you nearly collapsed from the intense pressure.
so reluctantly, you’d bat those big brown eyes and fluttery lashes as you watched your man devour that tasty little center. Those jade eyes fixated on you; akin to a shark lying in wait just above sea level..stalking its prey. All you could hear were smacking, slurping and faint moans but what you felt were sensations of pure bliss. Slick had begun to coat the tip of his nose as he nuzzled it between your slit. His tongue lapped up every remnant of those syrup like fluids..sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted. This man ate pussy like his life was on the line and it’d only be a matter of time before he had you as putty in his hands once more. Eventually, Eren would snake his palms up to your own and clasp them together, intertwining those fingers once he removed them, so that you two were holding hands. A level of intimacy that he only showed to someone he cared about. It was blatantly obvious that he still loved you..regardless of how angry you were. Especially when you heard him moaning and sucking on your clit, which inevitably made you melt in his grasp. “Mmmmph..fuck.” Whimpering so softly and slowly rutting yourself against his tongue. “That’s it..fuck my face, baby. Real slow.” The deep rumble in his voice makes you melt even now. Even when you were just screaming at him. Suddenly, your breath would hitch and he’d cause another pang of pleasure to rip through your body. His tongue flickered all throughout your folds and he’d leave gentle kisses on those lower lips. That’s when you felt more saliva on your quivering cunt, combining with your own sweet juices. Those eyes were beginning to cross, toes curling as they rested on his shoulders and that little hole, leaking like a faucet. “You taste so good…and I know it feels even better. Look at the way that shit’s leaking f’r me. Can’t even deny it..” As enjoyable as it was eating you out and normally, he’d stay down there forever, taking in your essence and flavor but for right now..he had to fuck the shit out of you!
suddenly, you’d feel that incredible oral come to an abrupt halt and Eren rising to his feet. Keeping that grasp on your thighs, he’d land a heavy handed smack to your ass and tell you to take hold of your legs now..as he had plans. “Keep that shit open. Hold them.” Demanding as he hovered above you..hand wrapped around his shaft; slowly pumping up from the base. Between using your throat earlier and eating you out, that dick was throbbing and thumping. He needed to be inside of you immediately or he was going to burst. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long. You were a puddle of dripping sex and arousal for him. With your panties dangling around your ankles and tank top pulled down, he tugged them off and stuffed the thin material into your mouth. He couldn’t lie..it looked so hot seeing you in such a vulnerable state. But you were going to need it for how hard he was about to pound your pussy. Glaring at you with a smug smirk, he’d place a hand into the center of your belly before easing his cock inside of you..which elicited a heavy grunt arising from his throat.
staring into your eyes, he’d start out with sharp, deep strokes. Ones that didn’t even allow you to adjust to before that cock began to curve up and kiss the inner corner of your cervix. His pace was already rough and somewhat sped up. He didn’t care about your feelings or how it felt. The only thing he wanted to see was a mess made of him. Whimpering through muffled lips, your head would slightly tilt back, along with those watering eyes as your skin collided; sounds of clapping flesh filling the room. It was then that you’d feel his hand creep up to the center of your scalp, tugging you down so that you were forced to see him bulging through your skin so early on.
“Take this dick. C’mon..” never breaking eye contact as he continued thrusting. His hips bucking and moving in a rhythmic motion. He had no regard for any part of you right now..you were merely a hole, a vessel for his pleasure and that was it. That smug grin on his face gave it away.. “fuck!..so deep—g’ahh..why are you fucking me like this? Shit!“ belting out in a shaky whimper through the gag of those panties as you clawed through your own skin with your fingers and palms planted to the backs of your thighs. You’d bite down on them in an attempt to quell that sensation. Feeding you yet another slap, Eren proceeded to take that comfort away by pulling it out and shoving those same fingers into your mouth. “Fucking shame it had to be like this, baby. But you asked for it. Shouldn’t have pissed me off.” Even with sweat trickling down his forehead and very obvious moans escaping his lips, he was still cocky and arrogant to a fault. Even if the grip of that fat cunt swallowing him as he slid in and out had him faltering, he’d never be so weak as to show it..not at a time like this at least. Slamming that cock balls deep; your pelvises clashing with a sheath of creamy fluid molding them together, Eren leaned all the way forward and pressed his entire body weight against you..as some sort of makeshift mating press. Your eyes locked and his lips pressing to yours.
“But imma make sure you don’t have shit else to say when I’m done.” Laughing with all faith and confidence that he could magically make this all go away. However, you were still in a bit of a confrontational mood and decided to challenge him.
“Is that right? Well shut me the fuck up then. Make me be quiet.” With that all too familiar glare in those gorgeous brown eyes of yours. The one that you gave him when you needed some act right..the one that screamed for him to do his worst. “You think your dick’s that good? Please, you don’t know what to do wi—“ Luckily, he was up for the task and you had a rude awakening coming. Snickering, Eren pulled himself up by only an inch, still letting you pop your shit and all; just enough to allow him the room to place his hand around your throat and squeeze until your tongue was hanging out. Meanwhile, his stroke had slowed to a more sporadic pace; thrusts becoming far more uneven and short, yet everyone hit your spot with precision. All the while, his jade eyes never left your own. Suddenly, he’d make good on your declaration and before you knew it…
“Well that was easy enough..what’s the matter, princess? Cat got that tongue? You were so loud earlier..cussing and yelling at me like you’ve lost your fucking mind. Where’s all that energy now? Hmm?”
suddenly, the bed would begin to jolt around..headboard slamming against the wall and the entire frame shifting under the weight of his hard thrusting. Taunting and fucking as if he were attempting to put you through the mattress! Couldn’t support your own legs anymore? No problem because all one hundred ninety five pounds of him kept you in place whilst that third leg of his drilled into your tightness, facing zero regard for the way you were shaking underneath him. The way you pawed at his six pack only to be slapped away so viciously and your jaws to be squeezed in his clutch. “Move your hand!” You couldn’t get so much as a gasp out as he continued pounding your little sex with all of his might. Cream was profusely leaking..practically dripping down that dick and sack as he kept going. Your titties were swaying around outside of that tank top, bouncing everywhere and looking so good, all for his viewing pleasure. In addition to that expression on your face as you were obviously nearing your climatic peak. He found it so funny how quickly that shift came once he got up in it.
“That’s fine. I don’t need you to do shit else but nut on this fucking dick. You can handle that, can’t you?”
you didn’t want to cave..give him the sheer satisfaction of seeing you submit but you’d be a bold face liar if you said that shit didn’t feel amazing. Especially with that hand around your neck and that thumb on your clit..stroking so gently that the minute bundle of sensitive nerves were already overstimulated. That swollen little bud twitching underneath the touch. It didn’t help matters any when he allowed a slow string of saliva to trickle down onto it either. It was blatantly obvious that you were trying to deny him that orgasm and in turn, prompt him to come instead by clamping down on his shaft but in that same breath, it was clear that his resolve was a little stronger than yours. You always had a habit of nutting quickly which would be your downfall right now.
“You can try to hold back all you want, baby but you will come f’r me. I don’t give a damn how long it takes…stubborn ass always wants to make things difficult, I swear.”
so casually pointing out one of your character flaws as he resides in your guts..something only he would do.
“Ah!—haaaaaa..fuck! Fuck you..still a pussy.”
blurting out with all the strength you could muster, along with still attempting to push him away which was, again, of no use! Instead, it only fueled him further and lengthened your punishment. Reaching down for those panties you had spat out previously, he’d rope them around your wrists and bind your hands together. It was obvious he wasn’t fond of your disrespectful outbursts or foul mouth. It was going to make it all the more fun to wreck you however!
“Yeah and you're still a dumb slut. ‘Fuck did you think this was?”
still impaling you on that cock and feeding you more slaps in the process. You were folding and fast but you’d try to maintain the little semblance of control you had but sadly, it was dwindling and before long, you’d be unable to hold back. And that moment came a tad bit too soon for your liking because only a minute later, you were gasping for breath, wrinkling around in the sheets..a stream of sticky fluids squirting all over those abs as if you had sprang a leak. It went everywhere; wetting up his six pack and pelvis, absolutely flooding the bed but he didn’t care. That’s exactly what he wanted. To see you shaking and convulsing, so needy and dependent on his cock that you couldn’t function without him. And he was well on his way to achieving that with the way he just fucked the shit out of you. It was such a powerful orgasm that you’d begin to shed tears; overstimulated from attempting to edge yourself and failing miserably. You lacked the restraint for that sort of thing but it presented the perfect teaching opportunity as he was in the mood to train you anyways on what being disobedient got you. Pulling out for a split second, he’d allow that swollen shaft and seeping mushroom tip to flap against your folds and drum out more. You were inconsolable but the worst was yet to come. Grabbing you by your hair, he’d grasp it tightly whilst hissing and chuckling in your ear.
“I break brats like you for fun, baby. Remember that.”
before kissing your temple in the most condescending way; it was true, he was the literal definition of a brat tamer and done so with pride. In another sudden movement, he’d tug you by that freshly done hair that wasn’t so fresh anymore and pull you down until he had flipped you over onto your stomach. Keeping you reigned in with that fistful of 613 wavy; dyed and toned to a deeper blonde, Eren planted a heavy hand smack to your ass as he flayed you across his lap. Demanding that you arch your back and put your ass up in the air. It was in your best interest to follow instructions but you were dead set on being defiant. If for nothing else, get the treatment you had been so desperately craving. For him to fuck that attitude out of you!
“Lemme ask you something, baby. What did you really think was going to happen when you decided to pull that little stunt? Trying to embarrass me?…”
ensuring that you had no other choice but to look him in the eye with those fingers still intertwined between your locks as he tugged your head back. You were practically panting, drooling like the fucked out little whore you were. Mouth agape and eyes glazed over whilst he stared at you.
“What? You thought I was going to ignore that shit? Or maybe you thought I’d get jealous enough to hop online and clear it up. You thought I was the rest of these lame ass dudes. You’re as stupid as you are pretty.”
Uttering the last line with vitriol before landing the hardest slap to your backside he could muster. Spanking you a couple times with the same force until you were flailing around and more tears had fallen. You were gritting your teeth, trying to maintain that mean glare you were trying so desperately to portray to make it seem as if you were not enjoying yourself. But he knew that was a lie. His heavy hands colliding with your flesh eventually began to form a burgundy blip and quite the sting. In addition to being choked, you were starting to feel it. That pleasurable pain that came with rough sex. It was the only way he could get his frustrations out on you at this point because actual harm would never be an option for him. He just wanted to teach you a lesson..
“And you’re still acting like a bitch. Mad about a lil’ instagram story—“
blurting out before he began to spank you again and clutch your throat as well. This time with enough force to make you squirm and cry some more. Making sure you didn’t talk out of turn again. “Shut the fuck up.”
he could tell you were still angry with him, still wanting to get your point across but that was all of no concern to him. He didn’t care about your bratty ass attitude. It barely even phased him. That was until he saw those pretty little streaks coming down your face and those eyes all puffy. That jaw clenched so tight, it’d probably shatter your teeth. “Ooh..don’t look at me like that. Makes my dick hard when you cry for me.” Like a true goddamn sadist…of course, those tears weren’t enough and he had plans to drum out more. Continuing to paddle you with his hand; releasing primal grunts as he spread your ass apart, kneading his fingers into your flesh and even shove his fingers back into your pussy. Meanwhile, he was still filling your mouth with sloppy kisses and more saliva. Spitting into your oral cavity with no regard. “Get up..arch that back and spread that ass open. Now.” And this time, too sore and weak to do anything else, you’d follow suit and place both hands on that round bottom, letting your acrylic nails display across that dark skin as you opened up for him. He damn near lost his composure when he saw that asshole flexing and puckering on instinct. But he had to regroup, get back into his zone and keep going.
mounting behind you, Eren hooked his fingers together, kept them around your throat and pulled you back on him once again..impaling you.
“Haaa! Fuck!—“ yelping in a high pitched cry as he fed you heavy backshots. The fat of that round, plump ass bouncing against him. Ricocheting in a haze of thunderous claps. Your legs trembled profusely, gripping on the pillows in front of you and biting down in an attempt to quell the brunt of those brutal strokes but it was no use. The curvature of your spine fluctuated as he kept going until you eventually collapsed underneath the weight and he’d bog down, planking over your entire frame as he drilled deeper. Those balls colliding with your ass and smacking against the sticky folds between your thighs. He’d place a hand to the small of your back just to keep you planted firmly whilst the other rested palm down in the memory foam material in front of you. “Oh my gosh, right there!” You’d grasp for Eren’s wrist as some sort of leverage and a sign of comfort. But he wasn’t much in the business of coddling you right now. Instead, you’d watch that opposite hand snake around for a split second to retrieve your phone that was lying next to you..set ablaze with thousands of notifications from this app and that contact. None of which were important at the moment. But he had other plans and ways to use that cellular device right now.
“You love taking pictures so much, right baby? Always showing off..”
just then, you’d see the flash of your rear camera beaming down above you and hear the sound of your video starting. He’d record each movement of your clashing skin..tugging you back, spanking your cheeks with each thrust and even when he decided to slide his thumb into your puckering hole. You’d release a shrill cry, whimpering and moaning. It didn’t take long to realize what he was doing and you immediately tried to stop him.
“Shit! Oh my God—fuck! Moveeee..gimme my phone.”
“Shut up..you want to post everything, post this.”
taunting you with that lens pointed at your face as he began fiercely fucking up into you. So much so, that your face meshed into the pillows. Trying to look away from the camera. Drool spilling from your mouth and your eyes completely dazed..not the most aesthetically pleasing position you’ve found yourself in nor did you want the rest of the world seeing..
“Show all your little followers how you take this dick. Let ‘em see you getting fucked like a slut. Since you wanna act like one.”
“Maybe I’ll show them how weak this lil’ stroke game is. Ain’t shut me up yet.”
“But you can’t stop fucking up my sheets. Stop lying.”
causing the two of you to begin laughing at the obvious truth. Which was far better than what was transpiring before.. “…shit..you got me.” eventually though, he’d save you from further embarrassment and let this sight be all for his own pleasure by tossing the phone aside. With your nails clawing into the sheets, (y/n) felt some semblance of control..somewhat able to gain leverage but soon, he’d take that away as well. Pulling your arms behind your back, he’d tug you up and continue drilling you from behind. Those sharp strokes were consistently hitting your core and soon enough, you were in the midst of another orgasm. Fluids puddling underneath you yet he gave you no leeway and just kept going. “Fuck..ion wanna fight with you anymore, princess. Your shit feels way too good for me to leave you alone.” Laughing as he reached underneath and massaged your clit to further increase that pressure. “Mmmph! Erennnn…I—“
it would seem that your pathetic moans had softened him just a bit because next thing you knew, he was leaning down to place kisses onto your shoulder blades and spine. “I know, baby..I know.” By now, he had you hooked into somewhat of a headlock position..almost as if he couldn’t make up his mind as to what he wanted to do with you. Perhaps that had something to do with him nearing his own climatic peak. You could feel that hard cock pulsating inside of you and soon, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Sweat began to trickle down his forehead, his tongue out and his chest heaving..he was close. So close that he couldn’t even pretend that he was angry with you any longer. There was no more of keeping up this silly charade that you were mad. You couldn’t give up so easily..not when there was no man on this earth you wanted more. But he did have one thing to say to you, something that he was determined to drill into your head. Grasping your hair, he’d grunt into your ear..
“You’re mine, baby..you can’t leave me, alright? Promise me you’re not going anywhere..”
“I—ahh! I’m not…I’m sorry—“
“I’m sorry too, mama. Fuck!”
gasping with all that you could muster. And only seconds later, you felt him halt in his tracks and that warm fluid flowing into your womb. Letting out an ear shattering grunt, Eren pumped that nut into you and didn’t miss a beat. That hot, white load dripping from your battered cunt for the brief moment that he pulled out to switch positions..the mood had obviously shifted and the two of you were no longer at each other's throats and were instead shoving your tongues in each other’s mouths. “C’mere..give me a kiss.” Moaning and practically yearning for the other’s touch. Those hard pulls and smacks had slowed to tender grasps and Eren so lovingly brushed your face before pulling your hand along to climb on top of him. You didn’t even have time to exchange words, just tangled limb in limb as you made out in a passionate haze…feeling up your skin with his hands roaming your back and yours caressing his face. Leaving tender, warm kisses that made him melt for you all over again. With his lip quivering and eyes all glossed over, he’d glare up at you..begging for you to slide it back in as he was becoming far more spent than he hoped to admit. Even so, you’d do exactly that and place your hands on his chest in the process. “Oh my God…” “Oooh, baby..yes.” the cries leaving your mouths simultaneously as you impaled yourself on that throbbing erection. That mushroom tip splitting open your puffy folds yet again and emitting droplets of cum as it slid in. You were already full but he was hoping to stuff you to the brim. Hell, maybe he would get you pregnant tonight because that was the type of mood he was in. “This dick feels so good..I need all of it..” so desperately admitting as your ass slowly collided with his pelvis. “Take it then, baby. It’s yours.” Rocking back and forth, slowly grinding..going up and down on that cock. It took a moment to center yourself; to gain your balance but once you did, you were riding him to kingdom come. Fucking every bit of those frustrations out of him. Leaving a puddle of creamy, pearlescent fluid all over the base of his pelvis. And needless to say, he was loving every second!
“Ride that shit..oh fuck..” grunting with his arms folded behind his head as he casually enjoyed your ‘talents’. Including making circular motions..bouncing up and down as you propel yourself on his cock. His thick girth stretches you out with each one. Eventually, your head would fall backwards and you’d find yourself practically howling his name whilst still clawing at his chest. You were making an absolute mess of him and Eren was losing his mind! It was as if you were a completely different woman right now. One determined to drain him dry and milk him for every last remnant of his nut. He couldn’t slow you down, stop or even halt you right now. All he could do was toss his own head back and knead his fingers into the flesh of your ass. He’d leave a few light smacks to serve as encouragement but you needed no help whatsoever. You were in control now…
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Baby..yes.” crying out with his legs trembling and toes curling underneath you. The grip that tight little cunt had on him was about to drive this man insane and into another nut. Panting and wailing with his hands clutching your waist. Just then, he’d prompt you to sit still and let him fuck up into you..each sharp thrust hitting that sensitive core and causing yet another stream of sweet juices to come trickling down your thighs and onto his lap. But before you even had a chance to recover, he’d pull you back down and continue drilling until..
“Eren! Fuck!..”
“I’m coming, baby! Let me come in it—“
and before the sentence was completed, you were all but stuffed yet again. Letting him throb and pulsate inside of you as he emptied his seed in your womb. The two of you were clearly spent and quite honestly possessed no more energy to be angry. It was blatantly obvious that you had obviously forgiven one another as well. He ever so gently touched the side of your face yet again and glared into those gorgeous eyes. You’d lay flat against his chest and let him massage your back as well. And it’s then that he noticed a warm, dampened spot on his pecs and he’d tilt your chin up to see you sobbing. The intensity of the orgasms and the moment itself had seemed to overwhelm you quite a bit..
“Hey, princess..c’mere.” Coddling you in his grasp and hugging you tightly. He’d even cradle a palmful of your hair in his fingers and kiss your temple once more. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
and the response to his question nearly broke his heart in half. “I’m sorry..I just realized I don’t want to lose you. Do you really hate me? I know I did some stupid shit but I didn’t mean it.” And Eren nearly burst into tears himself but instead cradled you close and murmured into your ear. “..(y/n)..baby no. I could never hate you, even if I tried my hardest. I love you so much. That’s why I get so crazy behind you. Because I know there’s no one I want more.” Suddenly, he’d cup your face between his palms and plant a loving kiss on your forehead. No matter how mad you may have been at one another before or even if you screamed your lungs out, there wasn’t anything in this world that could break you apart. He had spent his entire life searching for a woman like you and there was no way that he could give it up so easily. Taking your fingers into his own, he’d clasp your fingers together..
“Do you mean that?”
“Never meant anything more in my entire life. Listen, if you ever feel neglected by me..like I’m not doing right, tell me. Please..I just wanna be the best man I can for you. I’m so sorry I ever made you feel less than your worth, princess.”
which is all it took for you to fall apart. Sniffling into his chest, you’d let Eren rub your back until he was able to console you. The two of you would just lie there; soaking in the moment and reveling in each other’s essence. Darkness had set over the room, as nighttime har set and you realized just how long you had been at it. Breaking into a soft giggle, you’d turn your face back towards him and for a few minutes, you’d just slowly let your tongues clash..exchanging sloppy kisses and practically wanting to live in one another’s skin.
“Hey, why don’t we get up from here, go take a bath and order some food? How’s that sound for you?” All of it sounded absolutely perfect to you and without question, you’d accept. He just wanted to spend all the time getting close, holding and keeping you by his side. He’d take however long you two needed to get back to the way it was. No amount of albums, Instagram posts or anything else mattered more in this world.
than the love you two shared.
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Prompt: Free Use (?)
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, kinda rough sex, piv, unprotected sex, minimal talking and kissing, no aftercare (lmk if I forgot anything)
WC: 1.3k
A/N: the end feels kinda sad cus no aftercare but-
You’re waiting for Eddie in his changing room. It’s a little bigger than an office, but not big enough to be a bedroom. There’s a couch in it and a little vanity desk for his makeup and hair. You’re on the couch, trying to ignore the springs in it as you read a magazine you swiped from the receptionist's desk. You have headphones in, listening to Eddie’s newest EP, the same one he’s here to perform. You’ve tried to listen to his set live but being backstage means it’s a bit louder than you can handle so you play his music as loud as you can handle in your ears.
You’re reading the newest edition of Vogue, your eyes popping out of your head at how fancy some of these outfits look. You’re snacking on some grapes Eddie packed for you as you bob your head to his guitar solo in your ears. You turn the page again and smile at a lady in a pink dress, and a man in an all-black suit standing next to her, his hand on her hip lightly. It reminds you of Eddie. You imagine him in that suit, his hair resting on his shoulder- or even better, in a man-bun atop his head.
The metal in your ears dies down slowly with a fading guitar riff and adrenaline shoots through you. If the EP has ended that means that Eddie should have around 15 minutes between sets before performing one of his older albums. He always spends that time with you, even if half of it is him panting harshly from all his stage antics and chugging water to soothe his over-used vocal cords. You don’t mind though, a smile is already on your face at the thought of seeing him- and someone is grabbing you.
Your skirt is flipped up and thick hands grip your naked ass, groping your cheeks roughly. Your hands rip your headphones from your ears and you’re about to scream when they rest their body on you, pushing the air from your lungs. “It’s me, baby. It’s me. I need you.”
Eddie’s voice is hot against your ear, fanning over your cheek and you can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. He’s still wearing his jeans but he’s pulled you apart so he’s grinding his clothed crotch over your naked pussy. You don’t usually wear panties to his concerts because afterward, during the afterparty, Eddie tends to whisk you away to a remote location to have his way with you, sometimes he just does whatever he wants in the middle of whatever room you guys are in. You just wanted to make it easier for him.
This is new though, you guys had discussed it after Eddie saw it on some rock blog he reads from time to time. You were open, you told him that your heart belongs to him so you don’t see any reason why your body shouldn’t as well. He spent the rest of the night fucking you about it but after that, he didn’t bring it up again. You’d almost forgotten about it, but now you can see it’s been on his mind. He’s moaning into your ear, humping his jean-clad cock into your sensitive hole, abusing it with the rough texture. “Eddie.” He moans at the way you say his name and pulls back.
“Yeah, baby, s’me. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you through the whole set.” You can hear him unzipping his pants behind you and his telltale moan when he finally wraps his hand around his throbbing dick. He jerks himself off to the view of you, spread out on his couch, your little white skirt framing your perfect ass. He can see your lips glistening for him, your pussy crying for his cock, making a mess all over herself. He groans at the sight and digs in, not bothering to prep you one bit.
You almost scream his name out but he presses his hand to your mouth, his rings digging into your lips painfully but your mind can only focus on the pleasure and the heat of the stretch his cock is causing inside you. Your hands reach behind your head blindly as Eddie rests his body against yours. You’re moaning against his hand raggedly, they rip from the base of your throat and vibrate against Eddie’s other hand that found its home wrapped gently around your neck. Your hands finally find his head and you pull him forward, forcing his head into the crook of your neck and turning your head to his, your eyes pleading and darting to his lips when he looks at you.
You’re whining behind his hand, wanting desperately to connect your lips to his. He already looks wrecked as he holds your eye contact, he’s groaning and whimpering at you, his eyebrows drawn in and his eyes unfocused as they wander your face. He has no thoughts in his head as he ruts into you, he can’t even take the time to decipher what you’re begging him for. He can feel his orgasm growing in his stomach, brewing like a storm and you’re just feeding it more. You’re whimpering his name behind his hand and his eyes are crossing, doubling his view of you.
The sight has you moaning loudly into his hand, vibrating his palm as feels the coil in your stomach pull tighter. You moan more desperately, needing to kiss him before cumming and he finally pulls his hand away to force your head into his lips. You’re barely kissing him back, mostly moaning his name and licking into his mouth, trying to swallow everything he can give you, anything that tastes like him.
He pulls away to moan into your mouth, your jaw slack with the assault of pleasure, with the orgasm that’s burning like a warning in your gut, promising to ruin you once it’s released. Eddie feels the same way, he’s trying to last for you but he knows he’s running out of time and you’re pulsing madly around him. His hips stutter into you as his orgasm begins to overflow, his balls are tightening and shooting pleasure through him every time they smack into you. Your pussy is teasing him at this point, clenching rhythmically like you’re trying to milk him, like you want him to cum in you.
So he does. His cock explodes inside you and it’s like nothing he’s felt before. It’s not more or less enjoyable, it’s always incredible when he’s with you- but it’s more aggressive. It slams into him, knocking all the air out of his lungs and he could swear that he blacked out, just floating through an abyss of pleasure. You’re whining into his ear and he can feel you trying to cum around him, you’re clenching purposely now, grinding back into his stuttering hips. He knows, he knows you can’t cum without him touching your clit but he doesn’t have enough brain power to even help you… and he doesn’t have to.
You let out a sob-like whine as Eddie’s hips calm down and he pulls back, already struggling to get his pants back over his legs. “Eddie, I didn’t-” He cuts you off by completely falling off the couch, hitting the floor with a dull thud. He sits back up, level with your face and kisses you with a small smile. “I know.” He stands up, jumping a bit to get his jeans up quicker. “I know, baby, I’m sorry. I’ll help you when I get back I swear.” He blows you a kiss as he rushes out of the room, hearing people calling for him outside the hall. You’re left in silence in his room, panting and desperate as you hear the crowd scream, letting you know he’s already back on stage.
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My Overall Thoughts and Opinions on Min Hee Jin vs HYBE Situation
D.I.S.C.L.A.I.M.E.R I AM NOT SIDING WITH ANY PARTY IN THIS SITUATION! JUST SHARING THOUGHTS!!
It’s been a rough week for bunnies! Tokkiville has been getting invaded and ravished by so many people!
Firstly, I would like to begin with sharing my outmost remorse to the nwjns girlies! No member of they group has to be treated this way by BOTH parties. I know they currently stressed out but I really hope they know that they will be okay. Yes, there will be tons of changes in all aspects of their career but they have no choice thanks to the slave contract they signed with HYBE. See all the information MHJ put out about the girls not debuting pisses me off the most… imagine, your daughters left home to go train for god knows how long for their dreams having a 100% chance of just being crushed, even I as a CEO and parents would angered by this. Im unsure if the members had already known this but if not, imagine how they feel right now?
Secondly, Min Hee Jin, for her, she has her problems… i mean you did see the two tarot readings and Astro chart observations lol. Seeing people getting made at her bring ILL’IT into this situation makes no sense, do you not want someone who has obviously been copied to not call out the situation?! She’s not saying it’s the girls fault, she’s calling out the managers and directors for lacking creativity and uniqueness. Literally all of ADOR’s staff were mad pissed, I mean i would be too. Look even nwjns members said the same thing here. Once again, Min Hee Jin HAS her problems but right now she is fighting with the literal devil, one of thee richest businessman in Korea. She no longer wanted to be in HYBE and obviously with her capitalist tendencies, she wanted to take over HYBE too! Min Hee Jin is not wrong for not wanting to share her ideas with company because they’re obviously using her for their own benefits… SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO DISAGREE AND FIGHT FOR HERSELF, HER COMPANY ANDD MOST IMPORTANTLY THE NEWJEANS MEMBERS.
even Min Hee Jin said herself that she’s just a regular person who graduated from an art school and now she’s going head for head with Bang Si Hyuk? She truly has the guts and I applaud her for that.
Thirdly, kpop stans. Once again I just want everyone to shut their mouths and started practice their vocab because these people can not read. Why would you bring in groups that weren’t even supposed to be involved in the first place? Like just log off man.
Lastly, Bang Si Hyuk, this one hag. All I have to say about this hypocrite is that he’s weird. Imagine shading a whole ass group and telling Min Hee Jin she’s “enjoying it a little too much.” That fuckhead, I’m telling you congratulating a group under your company is not that much of a big deal. Him not wanting other companies branching out of hybe instead wanting all of them to be under HIS name and labels?!?! I don’t want to share more thoughts because i genuinely hate this hag and I am looking forward to more dirt on him coming out.
Also… why would Bang Si Hyuk allow a whole ass Pro-Israelist under his company andd GEFFEN too, a whole ass known pedophile and sex trafficker?! You can see all the controversies and articles about their actions and how people dislike them but you’re over hear taking down Min Hee Jin for what fucking reason?! Make it, make fucking sense man!!
People asking why she’s crying/swearing?! Are you being fr… once again I understand it’s all her mess too but personally I would be crying if I knew the amount of money I’d be losing, my hard work being copied, and losing the only group I worked so hard for to create. People complaining about nwjns members comforting Min Hee Jin… unless you’re Minji, what do you want the rest of the members to do… celebrate, throw a party, dance and be joyful over losing the one person who helped make them who they are today?
Their music, choreographies, PR management, events, album covers and just overall everything that nwjns identifies with being associated with Min Hee Jin being thrown away like it’s nothing? I would comfort that person too because why not and I understand where the worry from these girls comes from…
imagine you’re all unique and different from the rest of the industry then all of a sudden you wake up one day and now you’re going to be like the rest of the industry with the recycled concepts, terrible mediocre lyrics that have NOOOO correlation to the concept and being forced to have those “high notes.” I would be crying myself to sleep too.
I know Min Hee Jin said this issue is not rooted in misogyny, I need her to wake tf upppp! Imagine a whole ass middle aged/ boomer KOREAN man seeing YOU, a creative and hardworking FEMALE CEO debuting a group of young FEMALES that is excelling soooo well domestically and internationally. Getting daesungs, stream after stream, compliments, praise love and support world wide.
It’s pretty obvious where it’s all rooted from but it’s fine, one day the truth will eventually come to light 😌🤲🏽!
it’s already come to light, so I just need people to wakeeeee uppppppppppp!!!!!!!
Anyways! Live, laugh, love NEWJEANS 🐰✨
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E, M, N fluff and K, L, T smut for Nathan
E- Ending :(
First of all fuck you for making me write this jk loves you
If it’s early in the relationship, he just straight up ghosts you. He feels bad for doing it but he’s too much of a coward to do anything else. It’s probably because he realized he didn’t like you that much, you couldn’t keep up with his lifestyle, or he was simply being a horny bastard and pining after others. I love him, but he’s still a rich, sheltered douchebag dildo.
If it’s later on…he has a really hard time coming to terms. It’s gonna have to be a mutual decision, otherwise your both gonna be stuck in a miserable relationship. Maybe he realizes that his lifestyle is unfit for long term relationships, maybe you realize that you don’t suit him as well as you used to. He’s gonna make his explanation, hear out yours, hug you goodbye, and even provide some money to help you get by. But he’s not gonna talk to you again. His heart is too tender for that.
Potentially, if you really did mean a lot to him and changed him in ways he’s now grateful for, he’ll write a brutal song for you with secretly sappy and thankful lyrics. Then you get the satisfaction of knowing that you left on the best possible terms.
M- Morning
Nathan is very prone to routine and procedure. If he doesn’t follow his mental schedule, the whole day gets thrown off. A big part of that is you. He’s not leaving his bed until you give him a good morning kiss. He’ll sit and wait for you to wake up, and expects you to do the same, in order to start the day properly.
You two do everything in sync. Obviously this took time and practice, but he loves that you both run on the same time. As you get ready for your days, taking turns swapping the hair brush or something, he’ll recall last night’s dream to you. He’s still riddled with prophetic nightmares, but he feels a lot better about them if you take the time to listen and even analyze a little bit. If you remember any of your vivid dreams, he’s gonna wanna hear about it too.
Right before you leave the bedroom, he makes sure to cup your face in his massive hands and mutter a little, “Love you.” Every morning. He’s not great with his words, but he manages in to sneak that in just for you!
N- Night
You usually end up in bed before Nathan, if he goes at all. He pulls all-nighters fairly regularly, either from partying, writer’s block for lyrics, or simply not wanting to experience his nightmares again and keeping himself distracted. You’re gonna have to get up and drag him back with you. He has a hard time saying no to you.
On the nights he does join you in bed, you always wake up from his massive figure shifting the mattress. Every single night, he tries to be a little bit gentler so he doesn’t disturb you. No use. He’ll pull you close to him; he likes to be the big spoon. Sometimes he smells strongly of alcohol, sometimes body odor, or Irish spring if he remembered to shower. You fall back asleep with his face nuzzled in your hair and the sound of his snores gradually filling the room.
K- Kink
Nathan is very serious and rough in the bedroom. He’s going to be very in the moment and completely enraptured in you. Anyway, kinks-
Dom/Sub dynamic, impact play, knife play, blood play, overstimulation, bondage, (pretty much all of BDSM), role play, consensual non-con, gagging, crying, degradation, choking, wax play
You’re gonna have to be a pretty tough cookie to deal with him
L- Location
Honestly, it’s the bedroom. He likes the intimacy, the privacy, the personalization. But that’s boring, so his second favorite is-
On a boat/in a submarine. Hear me out. Nathan has a deep appreciation for the ocean, he wrote a whole damn album about it. It feels sensual and right to take you as close to the water as possible and, well, fuck you out of your mind. If you have an anniversary or something, he definitely plans a romantic submarine vacation, clear glass area so you can truly feel like you’re in the water.
Won’t do it on the beach though. He hates sand.
T- Toy
He has a few. Most of them are less toys and more tools, like bondage rope, ball gags, different kinds of whips and paddles. He’ll have a vibrator to torture the hell out of you with. Dildos are a maybe…he much prefers using himself to fill you. He might have some decorative blades that he likes to press up against your skin.
It’s not a crazy amount (a la murderface) but it isn’t nothing and probably more than what most people have.
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rob zombie/rockstar eddie anon again! I’m so glad you liked the idea because I think it fits in the certain gross metalhead specific brand of dirtbag that eddie is. also this is a bit of a dump of metal/b horror lore, but the rough draft cut of house of 1000 had an extra 40 minutes of b-roll that the studio cut for being too violent and sexual. almost all of that footage was filmed after production just by rob in his basement with his friends, and it included his girlfriend’s character using a skeleton to get off and a whole kidnapped cheerleader subplot. like. I’m not saying eddie would try to sneak his homemade hardcore porn into a major studio motion picture, but that’s also exactly what I’m saying.
also the idea of a steve harrington version of the American Made Music To Strip By album art driving every metalhead in the world just a little bit off the deep end is too good
Oh my GOD but no honestly I love all of this?? I didn't know any of this but it's SO interesting. Just imagining Eddie and his crew in the basement of his mansion filming Steve getting fucked?? Maybe he's playing the cheerleader who's been kidnapped?? Oh my god and then the studio are like "Eddie we can't release this, it's porn and looks like a snuff film" so Eddie just puts it on the internet instead but maybe only for an hour or something and the film becomes this fabled thing and people argue all the time over whether it's real or not. While Steve just continues being Eddie's muse and put in all his music videos and covers of his albums.
Also ugh thank you so much for describing Eddie as a dirtbag??? I see him portrayed as so delicate and fey a lot (which is fine of course if that's what people like) but in my head he's a gremlin and a creep and a complete dirtbag so THANK YOU for agreeing with me!!!
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1 month later
J POV
I can't stop thinking of Yoongi
He's on my mind all the time and it's driving me crazy
I keep thinking of the sex we had and how much I want him again
Not just the rough crazy sex
But the slow sex too
I've never had sex like that before where I could feel his every move, his every touch, his every kiss
I miss his kisses
It felt like making love but it couldn't have been
I look at the pictures of him all the time
And yeah while I look at his naked body, I mostly focus on his gorgeous face
I've watched the video I took of him eating me out too but it's mostly the pictures
Before he left, he showed me how to hide the pictures in a hidden folder so no one could see them if I lose my phone or someone takes it
But I think about more than the sex too
I daydream about him too
About sitting in his studio with him while he works on music
About walking next to him and holding his hand or him putting his arm around me
Of me kissing him every time I see him
Of us doing anything together- watching TV or a movie, going out to eat, napping together, just being together
And I realized I have feelings for Yoongi
I don't think it's love, not yet but I'm one hundred percent sure it could be
I want him
I want to be with him
I want to call him stupid couple names, see him smile at me, make him laugh, be in his arms all the time
Make him happy
But he shows zero interest in me like that
He acts like that night didn't happen and just went right back to being my best friend
He hasn't been calling me or texting me much in the last month
He keeps saying he's really busy because of the new album
I mean I get it but he's been busy before for albums and he's still made time for me
The only time I see him is when I'm doing his make up and we can't talk about anything then
But the way he's been acting, I can't say anything to him anyway
I can't handle the rejection again
It's just too much especially after Hobi
And I'm terrified of ruining our friendship
He's the only one who helped me get past the break up with Hobi
He's been there for me my whole life
I literally can't live without him
I know I said that about Hobi too but with Yoongi it's true
It's been us two since we were little
He's the only person who's been there for me for everything
I won't risk our friendship
So I just push my feelings away and act as normal as possible, even if it kills me
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"Done Kookie", I say when I finish his makeup, "Aww you look so pretty!"
He rolls his eyes, but smiles, "Yeah Jo, thanks"
"You're welcome", I smile back
He just laughs and gets up
Jungkook was my last member for today
I just have to hang around to touch the members makeup I did while they do the photo shoot
I grab the makeup belt and the small box kit I have, filling them with Jungkook, Namjoon and Jimin's makeup and brushes
"Uh Joanne?", I hear behind me
I turn around to see Hobi behind me
What does he want?
He's ignored me over the past six months, so why is he talking to me now?
"What?"
"Can I talk to you for a second?"
I sigh
I don't want to
I should tell him to fuck off
But I can't
He's my Hobi
My love
So I give in
"What do you want?"
"I want you back", he says softly
I blink
What?
He what?
Is he kidding?
Did I hear him right?
"Uh what?", I ask
He looks down, "Joanne I love you. I've missed you this entire time we've been apart. I want you back Jo. Please take me back"
I don't know what to feel
I know I'm angry though
After him doing who knows what all these months, now he wants me back?
"What happened? Your hair stylist didn't want you? You're done fucking around with other girls and now you want me back? It doesn't work that way Hoseok"
"I know Jo but I haven't been with anyone else. I was angry when you broke up with me and I held on to that for a long time. But I still couldn't bring myself to be with anyone else"
He was angry at me?
Is he for real?
"I broke up with you because you were blatantly flirting with other girls. In front of me!", I snap, "You told me to my face that you wished I wasn't your girlfriend. That you wished I was your hair stylist"
"I know-", he starts
"No you don't fucking know! You don't know how it feels to hear the person that you love more than anything in the world tell you they hate the way you are. That you wish I was someone else. That you have fun flirting with other girls, unlike me. Remember you said that?"
He nods, "I'm sorry Jo. I was angry and an idiot and I just said those things but I didn't mean them"
He didn't mean them?
He fucking crushed me with everything he said and he didn't mean them?
Is he fucking kidding me?
"You fucking killed me Hoseok. You ripped my heart out and you didn't even care. Why the fuck should I take you back? Give me a good reason why I should"
"I...I love you Jo. I do. And I'm so sorry. I promise I'll make everything up to you. I swear I won't flirt with anyone again. I won't even look at another girl. I swear. You're the only one I want. I'm sorry it took so long for me to come talk to you. I was angry at you and when I realized I was an idiot for feeling like that, I was too ashamed to talk to you. But I can't take not being with you anymore. Please aegi, give me another chance"
I don't know what to do
Everything just got so confusing
I have feelings for Yoongi
But this is Hobi
The love of my life
The one I still love
Right?
The one who hurt me the most
But Yoongi doesn't want me like that, he shows no interest
I can't just wait for him, hoping that one day he'll see me as more than his best friend
That may never happen
And Hobi is here asking me to take him back, telling me he loves me
I'm just confused but I need to answer Hobi
I think for a minute and decide to try again with him
"Fine Hobi. But this is your only chance. If you fuck up that's it. I'm never going to be with you again", I warn
He nods, "Ok"
"Ok", I agree
He comes to me, his lips on mine in a kiss
I kiss him back
But
The only thing in my head is how different it feels from Yoongi's kiss
And that Yoongi's is better
'Stop!', I scream at myself, pushing the thoughts of Yoongi out of my head
And when I do, I melt into Hobi
When he pulls away, he looks at me, smiling, "I love you"
"I love you too", I answer
He smiles and kisses me again
I have my Hobi back
So why do I still feel so confused?
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Yoongi POV
'Just ask her', I tell myself
I'm trying to psyche myself up to ask Joanne to be mine
I can't stop thinking about her
I mean it was always like that but now it's worse
She's on my mind every second
I hate that I had to be away from her for this whole month
Namjoon dropped that we need to start putting the songs together for the new album and he wanted to have at least everything in the first draft by the end of this month
I was so fucking annoyed because that meant that I had to stay at my studio working
I did the intro for this album
I had to compose the music then write lyrics for that and other songs, then put everything together
And I love doing it but it meant I had to be away from her just when things were starting to look hopeful for us
It also means more photo shoots, music videos and performances starting from today
I'm not going to have any time to see her unless she's doing my makeup
It sucked being away from her and anytime we were together it was with the guys and I had to act normal like nothing happened between us
I was always needed for something that took me away from her
She knows how busy I was and she supported me as always but I don't know if she was expecting anything after that night
I hope she was and I was going to ask her out but everything got so busy
But I can't wait anymore
Today is the first day I've seen her in a week and when she walked in I knew I couldn't wait anymore
Jungkook just came in so she should be coming soon
He was the last one she had to do makeup for
I glance up when Hobi comes in
And my heart drops to my feet
He's holding her hand
Why?
I watch in horror as he kisses her cheek
No no no
Why?
"I love you", he says to her
NO!
Oh my god are they back together?
Did I lose her to him?
Again?
No this isn't happening
She smiles weakly at him, "I uh love you too"
I can't do this
I can't
She should be with me
I can make her so happy
Why did I wait so long?
Did she want me but I took too long?
Does she think I don't want her so she went back with Hobi?
Or does she not feel anything like that for me at all?
I'm such an idiot
I should of said something the next day but I had to be a fucking chicken
I feel my heart breaking and it hurts so much
Hobi kisses her lips and she kisses him back
I can't watch this
I can't
I'm going to scream, I'm going to lose it
He smiles at her, then comes toward us
"Are you two back together?", Jungkook asks surprised
"Yeah"
"But you said-", Jungkook starts
I forgot that Jungkook was there when I was yelling at Hobi for hurting her
"I know what I said and I was an asshole. I didn't mean any of it. I was angry and hurt she left me and I said stupid things. She's giving me another chance and I'm not going to fuck up this time", he answers
I can't fucking believe this
This is bullshit
And the worst part is that it's my fault for not saying anything sooner
It's my fault
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During the break we get, I walk straight to her
I need to talk to her
I don't know what I'm going to say
But I need to know why she took him back
Why she doesn't want me
"Hey Jo", I say, forcing my voice to stay steady
"Oh hi Yoongi"
I go straight to the point
"You're with Hobi again?"
"Oh uh yeah"
"Why?"
She blinks, "What?"
"Why did you go back to him? You said he hurt you a lot and you were miserable for awhile.", I press
I need to know
Why can't she love me?
What's wrong with me?
Why doesn't she want me?
"I....I know", she answers, "He uh apologized and promised he'd never flirt with anyone again. He asked for another chance. And I didn't have a reason to not give him one"
What does that mean?
That doesn't sound like someone who wants to be with the other person
"Do you still love him?"
"I uh yea", she answers
That doesn't sound convincing
"I just want to give him another chance. Maybe it can be the way it used to be with him"
Is that what she wants?
This is killing me
But it's worse than before because we were together
And not just sex
She kissed me, she held me, she wanted me to stay with her
She called me baby, naekkeo and her Yoongi and let me call her jagi
Was I an idiot in thinking that meant anything?
But I felt it all night and day
It felt like she had the same feelings for me that I have for her
I felt it in the way she touched my face, the way she looked at me, the way she ran her fingers in my hair, the way she snuggled close to me, the way she held my hand
The way she kissed my arms, held my hand against her, the whole way she was with me the last time we were together
When we went slow
We fell asleep after that and I slept the whole night in her arms
She held on tightly to me all night
And she didn't want me to leave the next morning but I had to work on the songs
Was I imagining things?
No I wasn't
But does it really matter now?
She's with Hobi now so nothing I felt, nothing she felt matters anymore
And I can't tell her how I feel now
I'm not an asshole
I would never break anyone up
And like I always said, her happiness means so much more than my feelings
If she wants Hobi, I'm not going to stand in the way
I just wish it didn't hurt as much as it does right now
Like my heart is being ripped from my chest
"Well, I'm just making sure that's what you want. You're my best friend and I want you to be happy"
It's killing me to call her my best friend
I love her so much it hurts
But she doesn't love me
"Uh yeah Yoongi. It's what I want"
I nod
"I uh, I gotta go. Bathroom", I say and walk away from her
Once I get to the bathroom, I lock the door and I just break down
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J POV
I watch Yoongi walk away and I have the overwhelming urge to run to him
To hug him and kiss him and tell him I want him
But even now he acted like he didn't care
He called me his best friend and it hurt so much more than I thought it would
I know I didn't sound sure when I answered his questions about wanting to be with Hobi
Because Yoongi makes me question my decision
If he said anything right now, I know I'd break up with Hobi and be with him
My feelings are stronger than I thought
And why am I questioning my feelings for Hobi?
I love him
I know the difference between love and the feelings I have for Yoongi
I know I don't love Yoongi....right?
No, I don't
It hasn't moved to that yet
But he doesn't want me
He didn't say anything during this month
He could of texted me, said anything anyway he wanted to
But he didn't
He just wanted sex, I guess
It's just the way he was with me, the things he said
The way he kissed me, touched me, held me tightly to him, during sex and all during the night
I've never slept so well as I did in his arms
I always toss and turn all night, waking up dozens of time
But with him, I slept through the whole night in his arms
I've never felt so safe as I did with him
I never felt so.....wanted....
And I thought he felt the same way I did
I guess not
I have to get over this
Yoongi doesn't see me like that but Hobi does
And Hobi's been my everything for so long
I told him I'd give him another chance and I need to focus on that
I can't be thinking about Yoongi anymore
I have to push it away if it's going to work with Hobi
Even though I'm not sure if I want it to work with Hobi
I just don't know
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After the photo shoot, Hobi comes over to me, pulling me to him in a hug
I hug him but for some reason I feel uncomfortable
Especially with Yoongi watching
Hobi kisses my forehead, then asks, "Do you wanna do something aegi?"
When he calls me aegi, I just think of Yoongi calling me jagi
And I fucking want it so much
'Stop it'
"Yeah ok. You can come over", I tell him
There's no way I'm going to the dorm
I can't be around both of them
"Yeah baby. I'm gonna change and we can go ok?"
I just nod
He walks away from the set to change
I feel eyes on me and when I look I find Yoongi, staring at me
He averts his eyes when I look at him
He looks sad and upset
I'm just about to go over to him to ask what's wrong when he turns from me and walks away
It hurts but there's nothing I can do about it
"Ready aegi?", Hobi asks coming back to me
I nod
I guess
He takes my hand and leads me out of the building to my car
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I hate how uncomfortable I am
Hobi and I are watching tv in my apartment
We got food and ate then decided to watch something
But I can't get comfortable
His arm is around me and I'm leaning against him but my body won't relax
I'm just tense
It feels like when we first got together and we didn't know how to act around each other
Except this time it's only me
He's comfortable
To him we're back together, picking up where we left off
But not me
I don't know if I should tell him about Yoongi
I mean it shouldn't matter, we weren't together and it's not his business
And he'd probably get angry
No I'm not going to tell him about Yoongi
"You ok aegi?", Hobi asks
Shit, did he notice something
"Yeah. I'm just really tired. I didn't sleep much last night", I lie
Well it isn't so much of a lie
I spent last night the same way I spent every night the last month
Wanting Yoongi
Debating whether I should tell him my feelings for him
Deciding not to do that
Then question that decision and it starts all over again
It drove me crazy
But I guess I won't have those thoughts anymore?
I don't know
"You wanna go lay down?"
I don't know if that's a good idea
But it's not weird for him to ask that
We used to lay down all the time
'Stop. Be normal', I yell at myself
"Yeah ok"
He shuts the TV off, "Come on baby"
He takes my hand and we go to my room
I change into my PJs and he asks if I still have his clothes here
Which I do
I never threw them out or moved them
"Yeah Hobi. They're where they always are"
He nods, gets a shirt and pants, changing
We get into bed and he pulls me to him, holding me in his arms
And it just reminds me of when Yoongi was here, holding me all night
And how different it is to be in Hobi's arms from Yoongi's
And it's horrible, but I want Yoongi
I want him here, holding me against him, giving me soft kisses, playing with my hair
I need to stop
Yoongi doesn't want me like that
Hobi starts playing with my hair and I just focus on that and close my eyes, hoping I fall asleep quickly
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Yoongi POV
I'm fucking dying
Every fucking day
When I see her, my heart breaks
When I see her and him, I die a little more inside and I get extremely jealous
When he's not at the dorm, I know he's with her and I'm angry and unbelievably sad
When I'm alone, all I think about is her
All I want is to be in her arms, feeling her against me, feeling her soft touches, the way she ran her hands up and down my back
The way all she wanted was for me to kiss her
I don't look at the naked pictures or the video anymore
I look at the other pictures I have of her, the normal ones where she's making faces at me or smiling or a selfie of us
The ones we took through our years as best friends
And I fucking miss her
Those pictures make me miss her so much
Not just because I love her but because she's my best friend
I haven't texted her as much since she got back with Hobi weeks ago
And she hasn't texted me
I miss talking to her, joking around with her, making her laugh
She still does my makeup but it's like we're strangers trying to find something to talk about
So instead I just look at her beautiful face, imagining kissing her again
We have practice and Hobi said she's coming
That means another day where I have to watch them together
I'm already ready for this day to be over
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"Come on aegi", I hear Hobi call her
They haven't even gotten in the room yet and I'm already pissed off
They weren't here when we got here
They're late
And all I remember is when I was late to practice and the reason why
To just think that it's the same reason why they're late now...I can't
I have to stop thinking about it
Hobi comes in first with her following, his hand gripping hers
My eyes land on her like they always do and like always she takes my breath away
I know she likes wearing eye makeup and she's beautiful when she does wear it, but naturally she's fucking gorgeous too
And now she looks tired, she's yawning, her hair is in a messy bun thing, no make up and she has on sweatpants, a t-shirt and her favorite nikes and she's never looked more stunning
This is her, the real her, the way she always is when she's relaxed and comfortable
She's drop dead gorgeous and she has no fucking idea
"You're late", Namjoon says flatly
"Yeah, someone didn't want to wake up", Hobi answers
She sticks her tongue out at him
"C'mon Jo, you didn't. It took me an hour to get you up and another half hour to get you to change"
"I'm tired. And cranky"
"Yeah aegi, I know", he says, pulling her to him and kissing the top of her head
I avert my eyes
But I do wonder, if she was that tired then why didn't he just let her sleep?
She could of came to another practice
He didn't need to drag her here
"We need to start", Jimin reminds him
"Yeah ok"
He leads her to the chairs and she plops down
God she's fucking adorable
He kisses her cheek and she whines
"C'mon sleepy baby. It's ok"
She pouts and he laughs while I can't get over how cute she is
"So cranky", he smiles
She gives him a tired smile, then he comes back to us
"Are you ready?", Tae asks pointedly
"Yes", he snaps
I get into my place for "On"
The music starts and I start the choreography
I'm so not into it, but I force myself to dance
We have to do the dance video within a month and this is only the second time we're practicing after we learned the choreography
My eyes keep going to her
And every time, I'm surprised to see her watching me, biting her lip
God I love that habit
I miss seeing it
But whenever our eyes meet, she averts her, looking right at Hobi
And it hurts a lot more than I thought it would
Practice goes on and I try my hardest not to look at her
I don't want to be hurt every time she looks away
After awhile I can't help it and glance at her
She's falling asleep, her eyes fluttering as she sways
I'm afraid she's going to fall off the chair
She really shouldn't be here
She should be asleep in her bed
He should of left her alone
But seeing her fall asleep reminds me of when I was late to practice
What happened before that
When she asked me to stay
"Can you stay until you have to go? I want you to stay with me"
That was the best thing I ever heard since the night before when she asked me to stay the night
She kissed me then cuddled right into me, falling asleep
I remember being so fucking happy before I fell asleep
And now I'm not
I'm miserable without her
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I walk over to her when we get a break
Hobi went to get food for her
"Hey Jo", I say, sitting next to her
She looks at me and smiles tiredly, my breath catching in my throat
"Hi Yoongi"
"You're really tired huh?"
She nods, "I uh couldn't sleep last night. Tossing and turning. Probably because I took a five hour nap in the middle of the day"
I chuckle, "Yeah that'll do it"
"Yeah"
I can't help but wonder if it was me next to her, my arms around her, would she still be tossing and turning even with a five hour nap?
Or would she be fine, fast asleep?
It hurts to think about so I push it out of my head
Silence falls between us and I hate it
I hate how we've become
"So uh how's things with Hobi?"
I don't want to know, but I think it's something I would of asked before we were together
"Oh uh it's ok. I'm still getting used to it. To him being back"
"Oh?"
She hasn't gotten used to him again?
Why not?
It's been a few weeks
"Yeah uh, I got used to being alone, doing what I wanted without having to talk to someone else. And honestly I don't completely trust him yet"
Oh
Well I'm glad she doesn't trust him
Well blindly trust him
And I'm not just saying that because I love her
Her hurt her a lot, he needs to make it up to her and work for her trust
And I can't help but think that she trusts me
She would never have a reason to not trust me
I would never give her a reason not to
Because I wouldn't be that stupid
"Well I guess it'll take time"
"Yea", she agrees
She's silent for a second
Then she says, "I miss you Yoongi"
My head snaps to her
I hope she's being serious
"I miss you too Jo"
"I....I don't like how it is between us. Like we don't know each other. I miss my best friend"
My heart deflates a little but I understand
I miss my best friend too
"I know. I miss hanging out with you, talking to you"
"Is...is it because of Hobi? That it's like this?"
Yes
One hundred percent
But I can't say that
"I don't know. Maybe. I know he hurt you and it bothers me that he did"
"Thanks Yoongi, but I can handle it. I just want you back"
"I never left you Jo. I'm still here. Whenever you need me, I'll always be here for you"
I love her so much, I'll always stay by her side no matter what
"I hope you know I'll always be here for you Yoongi"
I nod
I know
She's proved that a hundred times over
Since we were kids
I don't know where I'd be without her
And I never want to find out
"Aegi!", Hobi calls, coming into the room, to us, "I got food"
My body stiffens hearing him call her
"Ok Hobi. Thanks"
He sits in the chair next to her and hands her a container
This is my cue to leave
I don't want to see him all over her
"I'm gonna go get something to eat. I'll see you later", I wave and walk away
"Bye Yoongi", I hear her say quietly
Hearing her makes me want to turn around and run to her, tell her I love her, get her back
Instead I deal with the pangs in my chest and force myself to leave the room
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I guess this post's going to be a "sequel" to my post about Sunny and Mari because I have Thoughts about the game's potential again, this time concerning Sunny's other friends because god damn they're so underdeveloped and irrelevant 😭
Aubrey holds the "privilege" of being the game's only main character to have something vaguely resembling a character arc, and yet the execution of said character arc still leaves much to be desired. She has some makings of being a nice foil to Sunny (Sunny dealt with his issues by folding into himself in denial while Aubrey dealt with them by taking out her rage on Basil, Sunny's appearance is as bland and average as it can get while Aubrey's appearance is rather garish and visually striking) and I believe that kind of angle would've been really fascinating to work with. I'd have also preferred Aubrey being upfront about being a jerk - her incessant "noooo i'm not a meanie YOU are meanies >:(" deflections don't make her a Deeper character, they just become annoying after a while.
Maybe the game could've featured a flashback (an actual flashback, because Headspace isn't the most reliable source of information) where Aubrey defends Sunny or Basil from jerks harassing them at school and openly expresses her distaste for assholes who think it's okay to pick on someone who can't fight back... only to become that exact sort of asshole down the road. If Basil is the one she stands up for, this could even be their first meeting for additional irony!
Aubrey's rough home life is another aspect of her character the game should've elaborated on, especially given that its only purpose in the story is to be shorthand for "she's just a poor bbygirl please feel bad for her". What if Aubrey was closer to her father than she was to her mother? What if her dad left her mom precisely because the latter developed alcoholism and eventually became difficult to live with? What if Aubrey herself started using booze (albeit not to the extent her mother does) to cope with Mari's death, hating herself because she knows she's becoming exactly like her mother and turning into a person her beloved father would probably look down on? Honestly, the kids' parental issues would've been way more interesting to learn about than listening to them go "waaaa I miss my wife Tails Mari :'c" for the 1403rd time in a row as if we didn't get the memo already
Last but not least, before I move onto Hero and Kel, I'd like to echo @beevean's opinion about the whole "Aubrey shoves Basil into the lake" plot point - Aubrey absolutely should've been the one to save Basil after realizing what she's done. That'd have been a brilliant way to show that she still genuinely cares about her friends despite her violent exterior. This could've also tied into the reason she isolates herself on the final day - even though she makes no bones about being an asshole, the lake incident rattles her and finally makes her recognize that she crossed a line she never thought she'd be able to cross. She and her friends lost Mari already, and they would've lost Basil too, this time by her hands. The guilt overwhelms her, and she decides to shut herself off from the outside world since she thinks that she's a danger to her friends... sounds rather familiar, doesn't it? :)
IMO, Hero arguing that Aubrey still cares about her friends because she quickly dove into the lake to rescue Basil to break her out of her funk before the group hug would've made for a more solid point than "you care because you restored the photo album!", which completely ignores the fact that she stole it from Basil and bullied him for four years over it.
Speaking of Hero, the first thing I'd like to change is the reason for his nickname because the "he likes hero sandwiches lol" explanation is fucking stupid. It'd have definitely made more sense for it to be an in-joke for Sunny's friend group, since Hero's Just Naturally Good™ at everything he does. Maybe Kel or Aubrey could've created some sort of running gag by jokingly calling him "Hank", the decidedly less cool-sounding diminutive form of his real name, Henry.
I think that Hero apparently yelling "a lot of hurtful stuff" at Kel when the latter tried to help him stop being a recluse could've lent itself to some interesting characterization had the game bothered to explore it. What if Hero used Kel's biggest insecurities against him in his rant? He'd be the one to know his younger brother best, after all :)
Maybe the incident could have been used to establish a contrast of sorts between the brothers, with Kel having blocked out everything Hero said about him for the sake of his own mental health and Hero having the memory burned into his mind because he still feels very guilty about the outburst even four years after the fact. What if Hero spent said four years believing that Kel secretly hates him for what happened and being afraid of talking to him about it? Perhaps that would've explained Kel's remark about Hero being "a little more closed off now than he used to be."
Hero himself could've been an interesting character, mainly because his relationship with Mari isn't really touched on by the game, which is baffling since he was her boyfriend. Maybe the story could've tried to indicate that he still has trouble moving on from her suicide by him trying to abruptly change the subject whenever Mari comes up in a conversation. The story could've also tried to show the ways Mari as a person shaped Hero into the person he is (e.g. Mari is mentioned to have had a mischievous side to her, so Hero could've probably had an affinity for mischief too?) I think that sort of thing would've been nice to see in all of the game's characters, actually - the point is that even though Mari is dead, she "lives" on in a way through her friends and her brother, through the habits they picked up from her. Of course, that would necessitate Mari to have a personality beyond "picnic blanket" lmao
Maybe the game could've had Hero (unconsciously) start doting on Sunny as if he was the latter's older brother because, as part of him blaming himself for his friend group's dissolution, he feels especially guilty for "forgetting" about Sunny in his grief. I like to think that this, coupled with Hero picking up Mari's behaviors, would actually hurt Sunny even more, probably since a) it'd fuel his fears about everyone caring about him only because he's the last reminder of Mari they have left and b) every time Sunny sees Hero trying to be affectionate, he's just reminded of his sister, and it hurts.
You know, maybe the game could've even implied that Sunny harbors a bit of resentment towards Kel for having an older sibling in the first place. Sunny himself is aware that it's completely irrational and beats himself up over it ("oh my god, how could I even think something like that? he's my friend!"), but it's still there.
Kel loves his older brother. Kel has an older sibling to love.
Sunny doesn't. Not anymore, at least.
He had a sister.
She's gone now.
#INCOHERENT HORSESHIT ROUND TWO GO#(despite mentioning Basil idrk what to do with him. i can't seem to think of a way to make him relevant to this version of the story)#(ig the poor bastard is just going to get shafted again 😔 rest in peepee)#omori#omori game#omori sunny#omori mari#omori kel#omori hero
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"Hey Virge."
Virgil looked up from what he was doing. Normally, he wouldn't stop working to talk to anyone when he was on the clock- he took his work seriously.
But he was writing a pop-song, and it was driving him nuts.
He'd been given a phrase and a feeling and was trying to turn it into something worth hearing, while adhering to the bubbly pop psudo punk the client was going for.
Also it was Thomas, and the ghost had been a bit drifty lately, making conversation less frequent.
"Sup." He answered.
"I was wondering." Thomas did that thing he did where he wans't fully visible, but gave the impression he was perching on something- in this case, the edge of Virgil's dresser. "You're an excellent musician, and I've seen you writing all sorts of songs, and mixing music and everything."
"Thanks." Virgil said a little awkwardly. He knew he was pretty good, but it was still weird to hear it, even though that's mostly where he made his money.
"And you said you played in bands back when you lived in the city when someone bugged out."
"Played with this one band almost a year before they found a bassist that didn't suck. I was on their debut album." he agreed.
"How come you never had a band of your own?"
Virgil snorted, but suppressed actual laughter.
"Well first off- I am not front-man material. In the least."
"I suppose that you don't really like being stared at."
"Yes, that too. But that's not why."
Thomas tipped his head (just a bit too far making him look more like a cartoon of a person than a person) and raised his eyebrows. Virgil smiled without thinking, even if it was a little weird. Thomas had started doing things like that shortly after he started manifesting visually. Logan thought it had something to do with how he thought of himself, and one of the first things they'd learned about Thomas was that he really loved cartoons. So if he pictured himself as a cartoon version of himself, his visible form would reflect that.
Virgil wondered if, given time, Thomas might start looking entirely like a cartoon, as he forgot more about himself as a living person.
"One second." He sent a text out. He was pretty sure that Logan and Roman had gone to a museum to be snarky about an exhibit, but Patton was probably in the house. "Alright, if you really want to know, I can show you."
"Please, you have more musical talent in one tooth than I had in my whole body, and I did a lot of singing."
"Uh-huh." Virgil looked at the ghost skeptically. He went over to the door, opened it and called down stairs. "Hey Patton, I'm going to sing."
There was a faint strained whine and then a faint
"Have fun!" followed by a door closing.
"You can do it!" Roman called, a little closer. "I believe in you."
"Oh fuck off." Virgil retorted, and Roman laughed.
Thomas snorted, shifting in place and folding his arms.
"Now you're just being theatrical."
Virgil smiled sarcastically and hummed under his breath. Then he started singing
For a few moments Thomas felt justified. But then- it was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on why but it was wrong. Technically the melody and the tune were there, and he was hitting the notes. But it echoed and it warped and it just sounded wrong, like someone was purposefully playing with sliders on a mixing board.
Outside, Patton started howling, sounding a little hurt himself. Virgil stopped, coughed, and put his hand over his mouth looking a bit embarrassed. There were a few more baying howls, and then an apologetic sounding bark.
"It used to be I just was a little flat, you know? I know how music works." His voice sounded rough. "but not really vocalist quality. But then uh." He looked even more embarrassed. "Something happened, and now my voice does that when I sing. I don't mind that-" Virgil hastened to add. "Since I don't have to sing to play instruments or even write or mix music. But it sounds worse recorded, believe it or not."
"Well." Thomas flickered a bit, and gave a lop sided smile. "There's always death metal."
"A favorite of ghosts everywhere." Virgil agreed, and Thomas laughed himself invisible.
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Dale Cooper NSFW Alphabet
Part 3 - L - P
Fandom - Twin Peaks
|| Part 1 || Part 2 ||
Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader
Genre: Smut, headcanons
Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI!
Words: 600
Summary: Part 3 of my "Dale Cooper NSFW alphabet challenge". L-P (Location, motivation, "No", oral, pace)
English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3
|| Masterlist || Request ||
(HOLY SHIT THE GIF GOT ME ACTING UP-)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed! Dale likes privacy. He wants you alone and to really take his time together with you.
…And he wants to be able to cuddle afterwards. Homeboy tired af after sex lmao
It is also the most “hygienic” place.
He is not a fan of doing it against a table etc
…His office is the only exception ;)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Dirty talking. He loves it when you tell him all the things you want to do with him/the things you want him to do to you.
In a modern time AU… I’d say nudes, too.
Nothing better than getting nudes from you. It awkward, but he likes the thrill of you teasing him with sexy photos whilst he works.
He blushes like crazy
Dale would probably have a whole private album on his phone with you.
Not necessarily nudes, just any photo you look hot/cute in to keep his fantasies going.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Dale is pretty “vanilla” in bed.
Sure he likes trying new things nut he gets really shy and uncomfortable if it’s too kinky.
He wouldn’t enjoy anything to do with pain and blood.
He hates the thought of seeing you in pain. It doesn’t matter if it’s part of the act, he wants to pleasure you - not hurt you.
Same thing goes for him. His job is dangerous enough in all they ways he can end up hurt. With you, he wants to feel safe and in bed he wants it to be all about pleasure and maybe intensity.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
LOVES giving.
Man… I could talk about this for hours.
…But I’m not gonna do that. Unless…
In your relationship, Dale was insecure at first.
But after the reactions from you when he used his oral skills - he was hooked.
He is amazed by how amazing he can make you feel, just by using his mouth and tongue.
He’s passionate doing it, too.
Slow, teasing movements and eye contact.
He likes it when you push him around a bit - like grabbing his hair, holding him in place or squeezing your thighs gently around his head etc etc…
He also knows how to use his hands during oral. Double pleasure it is 👀
Your moans, squirms and the way you taste on his tongue… Sometimes that’s honestly enough for him to cum undone.
How can he not? Everything about the situation is arousing.
He’ll literally beg to go down on you.
Yk what? Fuck it, Ima write headcanons for this. REMIND ME PLEASE, SOMEONE
Ofc he likes receiving too.
He’s not the head-pusher type.
It’s totally up to you how you want to blow him.
…Giving him heads under his desk when he does paperworks 👀
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He prefers slow, sensual and loving.
He likes long, deep strokes and really savoring the feelings of being inside you.
This way, he can take in the feeling of your tightness and warmth, and feel your insides hug around his dick
Although, fast and rough is a good way to release tension.
If you are more of a sub/bottom, he will not say no to fucking you hard and fast
…And he gives some DAMN GOOD (pun intended) aftercare after rough sex <3
If you are a dom/top, he will sometimes ask you to show him no mercy.
Sometimes there’s no better stress-remedy than to get fucked dumb by the person he loves 🥹
*sigh*
*opens character ai*
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56 + 93 for Willex for the AU mashup?
"Y'all need a stylist," Flynn declared at their latest band strategy meeting. "You have events coming up, and with your album doing so well, there's bound to be more."
"What's wrong with what we're wearing?" Luke asked, affronted. Flynn just motioned to the entire side of his torso visible through his cut off, the multiple rips in Reggie's jeans, and Alex's, well Alex's everything.
"Hey!" the drummer exclaimed. "What about Julie?"
"Julie's perfect," chorused Luke and Reggie, causing her to blush, but then shrug. Even Alex would silently admit, Julie had the most style out of the four of them, and it was only because of her and Flynn that they hadn't played their Orpheum gig in their usual get up.
"Well why can't you do it Flynnie?" Reggie asked, breaking out the puppy eyes.
"I am slightly busy," she said, counting off on her fingers, "managing this band, my wife's band, and oh yeah, growing a whole entire human being!" Flynn gestured to her stomach, which was only slightly distended, but pregnancy had been rough on her, and it didn't help that Carrie was right in the middle of recording, so she wasn't around as much as she liked.
"What, you want us dressed like that guy?" Alex gestured to the skateboarder resting a few tables over. He was in a tye dye crop top, obnoxiously patterned board shorts, and socks covered in cherries.
"You couldn't pull it off," the guy said, smirking at Alex. "Plus you literally have your socks pulled up over your pants, I don't think you have any place to talk."
"I-I didn't..." Alex stammered.
The guy rolled his eyes. "Uh huh, sure you didn't." He then leaned in and pressed a kiss to Flynn's cheek. "Nice to see you again gorgeous."
Flynn beamed, and then turned to the band. "Guys, I'd like you to meet Willie Shotton, your new stylist."
Alex groaned and face palmed. "Fuck my entire life."
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Willie, for his... own interesting fashion choices, actually did do right by the band. He found pieces that were sleek and professional, but still suited their individual tastes. He had a knack for finding treasure in consignment shops and thrift stores, vintage suits that Reggie loved, some subtle leather pieces that he tailored without sleeves for Luke, he even found Julie a dress that almost made her swoon.
Alex was nervous, he had barely spoken to Willie since he put his foot in his mouth, and he wondered if he'd end up in some neon lime green monstrosity as a payback.
"You should let your hair grow out, just a little," Willie commented as he browsed through racks of clothing, Alex by his side. "I think you'd look nice with longer hair. I mean, you pull off the 90's look fine, but maybe you need an update? Bring it into this century?"
"Next you'll be telling me to give up the fanny pack," Alex muttered.
"Nah, fanny packs are in right now. I am curious as to what's in there though."
"My inhaler and Epi Pen. Plus Ativan, a mini first aid kit, snacks for Reggie, guitar picks for Luke, and hair ties for Julie," Alex replied.
"Jeez, you're a mom friend, no wonder you have no style," Willie said with a smirk. Alex mad an affronted noise, but Willie just shoved a suit at him. "Here, try this on."
"It's yellow."
Willie nodded. "Good, you know your colours. Look, I know pink is like your signature, but it's okay to explore outside of one chunk of the colour wheel. Plus it'll highlight how hard you've been hitting the gym, the fangirls will love it." Willie shoved him towards the dressing room after that.
"You know I'm gay right?" Alex called as he struggled out of his clothes and into the suit.
"So am I, but your demographic is still mainly female, so we gotta give them some unattainable eye candy."
"I mean the other three are all together, so they're not any more attainable than I am," Alex commented.
Willie's eyebrows rose at that. "Huh, never would have pegged that. Guess I can see why you'd keep it quiet."
"They're gonna tell people after the wedding." Alex then exited the dressing room, giving a little twirl, and smiling nervously at Willie. "So, how do I look?"
Given Willie's almost slack jawed expression, Alex figured he looked good, and preened a little.
By the time the events started rolling in, Alex made a few jokes about wearing his fanny pack, but his boyfriend just rolled his eyes at him, and claimed he had a much better accessory right there before twining their fingers together. Alex had to agree, what went better with his outfit than the guy who picked it out for him?
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I love how Joe is still a dork with a slightly too earnest slightly pretentious heart on his sleeve. Sometimes I’m like, he really left that line in? but it’s kind of endearing in its rough-around-the-edges-ness?
The problem with Album is I have Opinions about who should be singing most of these songs and it's the actual Family, not the flashy big names who do the one song but are distant cousins at best.
(that’s not jason tam. the answer isn’t the most jason-tam-or-bust black suits song for me, but his black suits character work is unmatched)
(although, I have to appreciate Heidi Blickenstaff. She is my preferred Ammonia vocal and I have to give her credit for how much she commits and isn’t afraid to sound weird and not-pretty when the song calls for it, like “aw shit I love to clean the house” hits in a very particular and important way)
yeah sorry I mean this version of Archie is fine but it’s not EWM so it just sounds wrong. i do appreciate having a cleaner recording, but will I really listen to it when I can listen to EWM? probably not.
at least nobody’s trying to replace Lauren on Lydia! Sweettooth sounds kinda different? not like it’s someone else, but maybe it’s just a different acting choice or being older or something? seems like they slowed down the song as a whole too. so... i might feel the same way i feel about these replacement people even though it’s the right person. (however i have my own baggage with this song and maybe it’s not a terrible thing that it’s not taking me to the emotional place that my preferred version does)
for new people doing songs i’m most looking forward to play the princess!
i mean... i have no idea how i feel about “naked caucasian girl”? (ok i guess i do by the end of this paragraph) i mean, is it supposed to make him less racist? ‘cause “caucasian” for “white” is associated with nazism... i’m not saying that the original version was unproblematic but like, it’s a character song and the guy is obviously fucked up in a bunch of ways so i’m not sure that having him fetishize a korean woman is any worse because it’s the character, no one’s saying you should spy on your neighbors, barge into their apartments, and commit violence against yourself, with or without the racism. anyway it just seems pretty unrealistic that this white guy would think “naked caucasian girl” like. come on. what kind of white person sees another white person and immediately thinks, “a caucasian person!”?
i totally worked with jose restrepo once. joe is so obsessed with nostalgia and i vibe with that. i’m feeling this. helps that i don’t have a history with it
totally get that the song isn’t about transness but still kinda interesting to me to cast l morgan lee as the conventionally attractive feminine actress with all the pretty privilege. makes me think about how beautiful trans women’s relationship to pretty privilege is different than beautiful cis women’s and maybe in some ways the same. probably that natalie vid on beauty is relevant here.
peeking ahead i’m really curious about the choice of which songs to include from full musicals, and especially ones that already have studio recordings. why those particular songs, joe? i guess to get a new take on them? (is there anyone whose job it is to, like, edit? to be like, hey joe, maybe we don’t need this song on this album ‘cause it’s not actually that good or interesting? not saying that i feel that way about any of them but also i’m gonna be real impressed in LMM can sell me on the idea that muthers r speshul is more than a self-indulgent cute bit in a live show)
ok i am not that attached to the version of “yesterdays” i’m used to, i LOVE jason veasey on this. i always love jason tam and it’s great but i’m also thinking of all the other songs i would’ve wanted him to be singing on this album that he’s not, so that’s the downside. (this song is also so similar to right place/wrong time)
what’s lorinda doing these days? i kinda want to hear her do ammonia. she’s underrated.
i think joe should have a separate album that’s just the horror movie fanfic songs. they’re great but they just feel more like a set than something that should be mixed in here with all the rest. idk (it sorta feel like there’s a deliberate grouping of them together in the track order, except that lydia and norman aren’t in that part and sympathy for the killer is. is sympathy for the killer based on a horror movie? i don’t think so?)
ok so i think they changed a couple words in “saddest girl” maybe but nothing that would actually make it less ableist? like, you could just leave the song off the album. it’s ok. sad amputee song made more sense for edgelord!joe over a decade ago than it does for progressive!joe who is a middle-aged man with a large young audience
i don’t think i’ve ever heard of grace mclean but like... prisoner’s christmas song does not need to be on this album.
thank gods right place/wrong time has the right performers. no offense to everyone else in the world but.
is 52 the one that’s cowritten with michael r. jackson?
more surprised that they changed the ending of “guy that i’d kinda be into” than the gender
and they went back to the older “joey is a punk rocker” lyrics? speaking of annie golden, why aren’t there any songs from broadway bounty hunter on this? (i am less surprised that there’s nothing from plant and rewrite, especially because rewrite is... not good... sorry about it)(i guess there’s not really anything from lihn because teenage delinquent is functionally a different song)
i kinda don’t mind the overproduced version of social worker? i mean obviously it’s nick so i can’t argue with the vocal but the production is so different but also the same?
i guess lance is hard to replace in slide whistle because his song is in the lyrics, but also... do we need this song on this album?
unpopular opinion, i think having the spoken explanation of muther r speshul is wimping out. like, if you want to put this song on the album, just fucking do it. commit to that decision.
i feel like there could be a trans reading of velociraptor? but also a more play-the-princess reading that is more relatable for a me type.
is it bad that i kinda don’t get the “gone tomorrow” part of “him today, gone tomorrow”? like the future state is explicitly the she, and it ends with that instead and i love the “me today me tomorrow” but what’s the gone? is it supposed to be anxiety over the uncertainty of the post-transition self? i don’t get any of that from the song though because it seems positive and excited from the beginning, not like there’s any doubt... is it just gone from “him” generally but not specifying the her yet? (it’s also slightly striking to me that there are two trans women on this album and neither of them are either of the smith twins.)
this might sound shady but it’s not intended that way, but like, i am impressed by how much joe seems to still like his early work. i feel like so many artists, even when their early work is great, start to get really critical of it and have negative reactions to how much people love it. but there are so many early songs on this album and no need for him to do that except that i think he’s still proud of them.
is tightrope walker gonna be one of those too relatable songs
i feel like most of what i can say about why i like this recording of party hat i shouldn’t say because it’s mean. (and weirdly that fact has emotional baggage? a type of bitchiness that was to only be expressed in a space that no longer exists because... exish) i mean if you have heard most other versions you might be able to guess why this one is better. (some of the asides seem new too? maybe? or just more audible?)
so the next 4 songs are something i think we haven’t seen yet on this album: songs from musicals, performed by people who performed them in those musicals. i was kinda thinking that was something that was being avoided earlier but it’s here now. (also back-to-back songs from the same show i feel like hasn’t happened on here before)
i know joe is into the i’m-another-species outcast song, and there are many ways to read such things, but i think it’s pretty safe to say nato is neurodivergent-coded?
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More Echo lore? More Echo lore! Mostly backstory stuff I need to blort out somewhere and a txt file isn’t itching the urge this time. It’s long, sorry mobile users. TW for discussions of abuse, drugs and alcohol, the sex trade
Echo as born to a very young woman in a bad situation and adopted out privately in 1977. She was raised by her older single mother Daphné and named Camille.
Daphné was a fantastically intelligent and artistic Cajun woman who’d been the wife of a university prof. She’s the one who took all his notes for him, kept them in order, typed up his research, found and synthesized other research so he could use it, etc. Naturally, when they got older he ran off with a young co-ed and left her with no credit and very little money (they settled out of court, she had regrets) and old car she had no use for.
Echo never knew the prof, but she knew she didn’t like him but she did like his car, and her mother’s garden. These would become defining parts of her unlife and life respectively.
Daphne opted to teach Camille at home, distrustful of Lousiana public schools after her own suffering as a French speaker. Echo didn’t speak English until she was almost 10 as a result when she made her first same-age friend. In fact she spoke Spanish first, Daphne was friends with a lot of local cultural preservationists and that included Bayou Lafourche’s Brule Spanish speakers, though today Echo’s Spanish is more Northwestern Mexican impacted.
Camille went into Ecology at Tulane when she was only 16 (Sept bday + accelerated homeschool learning) but she washed out at 18/going into third year after Daphne died and she lost her meagre financial support due to her slipping grades.
This is how she met Michael. Michael painted himself as the sensitive musician sort, and the lonely and grief-strike Camille fell right for it and ended up following him and his band on tour. Turned out Michael was a manipulative and often emotionally abusive asshole, after a year she finally had enough and after catching him with another woman she stole all the band’s good gear and took off.
Michael was big mad but he stuck to his image as Tormented Romantic Artist and wrote a song called “Camille” that’s this lovelorn post-punk ballad that really plays up her Frenchness in a distinctly “jaded urbane Parisian” way. Echo supposes it’s better than a misogynistic breakup song but she still fucking hates it not least because she’s from very rural Louisana thank you very much.
Sadly it’s considered one of the breakout songs of their breakout album. 2002 was a rough year for Echo’s radio listening habit; it’s how she got into classical.
The Michael years weren’t just bad because he sucked, she’d started drinking after Daphné died and it got worse and eventually the cultural of road travelling musicians got to her and she got tangled up in drugs pretty badly.
1998 was also not a great year, she didn’t have a stable income and found herself in the sex trade. While there’s nothing inherently bad with that, Echo very much didn’t want to be there: she just didn’t see other options.
She started attending AA meetings to try and get her life in order. Then promptly met Brian and ended up being fed vampire blood. Bright side: really made the drug cravings go away.
Is very, very ashamed of the fact she used her history to then exploit similarly desperate people for Ypotryll regardless of how in control she was given the unknowing ghoul things she had going. This more than anything is something she wishes she could make up for and why she tends to help humans when she can.
Weird bright side to all this, her familiarity with destructive and dangerous cravings makes her great at knowing when she can’t risk feeding directly from people. And some of the “managing your urges” techniques still translate.
Darkly funny ending note: she was turned four days before the whole “clan Ravnos tore itself apart” thing started. Her survival of that event made local news in the region after park rangers were baffled by a swathe of violent animals death. They feared it was rabies but lucky for them it was just an isolated Ravnos with no humans or kindred to maul. Echo says this is the only part of her disappearing and dying that ever made it to print.
#echo the courier#i'd share stuff about amen but he's lurking in the corner of my brain brandishing a knfe and hissing about how i better keep my mouth shut#they're a problem child#echo is happy to talk about her life past present and future#vtm night road#long post#tw abuse#tw drugs#tw alchoholism#tw sex work#her background looks so dark when u add in the tws i swear she had a happy childhood
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"Who the fuck says 'faggot' anymore? What are we, 12?"
Eli abruptly stops giggling. I don't think he expected Moses to NOT laugh and it's always a little jarring to hear him say 'fuck' outside of the bedroom because he just never does.
"Oh, stop. It was just a kid."
Moses goes from annoyed to angry.
"That's WORSE."
I don't know what to do or say right now. We are all used to comments being made by now but Eli and I tend to shrug them off...save for once when we were at dinner with Liz and some guy decided Liz and I were the couple and didn't like it. It only took Eli standing up from the table and calmly asking him if he had a problem or would like one for him to leave the place entirely. He wasn't even shouting at us, just letting us know we were an abomination...ya know, Bible belt shit. Easy to ignore.
Eli waves his hand. "I'm fine."
"I'm not worried about you, you're scary. I'm worried about that kid...what's he gonna grow up to be like if no one ever calls him on his bullshit?"
"Like everyone else here, I guess."
"Doesn't that scare you?"
Eli's missive on Pride month and rainbow capitalism pretty much sums up how it feels to me to be queer every June, so I won't do another one. But, Moses has his own point...isn't it a little frightening to think there will ALWAYS be people who think it's gay to drive a Prius and feel completely comfortable shouting that at you? Yeah, it is. Not terrifying per se but low level dread does settle in my guts when I think about it.
A couple hours later, Eli is on his knees at my feet while I sit on the couch. He's re-doing my nails for me after a run in with some very strong mosquito spray. I always spray my feet, nothing worse than a mosquito bite on your toe.
"Have you considered that if it can eat your nail polish, maybe it will eat your feet next?"
His hands are incredibly steady, he has not gotten a drop of polish on my skin. This bitch is good at everything and if I didn't directly benefit from it, it might be annoying.
"How are you so good at that?"
He doesn't look up.
"I'm a faggot with two sisters, nail polish application was lesson one. Wasn't allowed to come out until I perfected the pedicure you know."
It's dry, intended as a joke, but has a bitter edge.
"Must be different for boys."
"Mmhmm...so what was it like for you?"
I shift slightly, but he's holding my foot so steady I couldn't throw him off if I tried.
"I had to own 3 flannel shirts and memorize one Indigo Girls album before I was allowed."
I don't tell him then that the true test was falling in love with a straight girl and telling her, so she could tell the whole school I was a dyke and tell me that I was going to hell...and still being willing to tell the next girl I loved her because I refused to pretend, refused to hide.
"Sounds rough. Never did lose the flannel habit, did ya?"
Never gave up falling in love with whoever the fuck I want either.
#hot librarian chronicles#husband material#pansexual#lgbtq community#happy pride 🌈#the struggle continues
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THE MAN, MARSHALL MATHERS 3RD, FROM THERE TO HERE, 2023
THE MAN
It’s all about the craftsmanship of art, the details that enthrall the mind - wandering from one to another, that makes an artist his best. It’s in the nitty gritty ways, the tiniest twists that an untrained being would never notice or rather, expect, that our connections are made. But Marshall Mathers, or maybe we should call him Eminen or Slim .. Shady? Ken? You know who we’re talking about. That crazy-cool magician of words, black & white magician cause he can tear you down & then suddenly on the next track lift you Higher than you ever imagined possible. Connections again. An artist that can do that, with simple ease, is a master of his own sphere. The simple ease comes from doing rap for the last large chunk of his life & honing in on what works, what’s current & what feelings he’s evoking ... well.
To be an artist takes a whole lotta balls, guts & gusto. And to get up & say you’re shooting to be the best, leaving room for all the nay-sayers to chirp in thinking this is their chance to get in on the battle against a champion in his domain, takes balls, guts & gusto ... but also a great, great deal of practice. It was Epictetus that said if you want to be better at anything, do it more. Want to run, run Rabbit Run. Want to write, write your fucking ass off, Bitch. What else? Want to win when the world seems to hate you and are completely against you? Now you’re in Marshall domain alright. Back to THE MAN. Ya he’s taken on bullies, haters, those with no faith & also all those with no faith in themselves & brought the underdogs chanting to Lose Yourself in the music, and to Mosh against impurities in government. Ya, Mr. Mathers did indeed turn to his loyal & not so loyal band of brothers to hear Like Home. What I’m saying here is that Marshall had it rough, and now? Sure. I’d suspect he’s battling his demons on some occasions. I bet he’s got problems just like the rest of us. But from there to here? All I can really say is what a man! Fought the world & came out swinging from the gates. Battled his parents, one a ghost and the other unable to change who she was even though she loved her kids. Sometimes addictions change us so greatly that we don’t even believe the shit we’ve done. So that brings me to the one we’re all here to read about ... major addictions kicked out the front door by a perfect size 10 boot. Well, a Nike Air Max is what we see the most of. And oh, it’s nice to see a man that is healthy, fit & well. That’s now, that’s here. That’s THE MAN, Eminem. What he’s been through to get to this point would have killed any lessor of a mortal.
So when you’re sitting there at your keyboard needing that inspiration, that burst of fresh aggression just remember that Marshall is mortal & he’s not going to hear your crap about an album & put out shit just to appease you. If you need placating go suck on your mama’s breast until you get your fill of soothing. Give the artists their due. Ever work for roughly most of your life without a break or a vacation? Look no further than your favorite superhero Rap Boy to pass on your dirty diaper & work just as hard, if we all know who M. is, to give you the album when you’ve grown up a bit & can handle that he has a life. And rapping is his heart & soul along with his family, his businesses & the betterment of himself. That’s when he’ll bring you his next masterpiece. Relax, art is about the soul that goes into it. There will be more of the hate, more of the love, more battles to reign over & last but not least ... videos, interviews & all the good we love to make us feel normal ... because ... he’s back! Wait on THE MAN, MARSHALL MATHERS, 3RD to surprise the fuck out of all of us, once more.
Support artists not just their art!
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so I gifted my partner a self made album with photos from our three year relationship for Christmas yesterday. and he just. opened the first page which shows just a photo from both of us and our names beneath. and immediately teared up and started sobbing. because he was so overwhelmed by emotion. because he never thought he would ever love or be loved like that (his words). and while going through the album together he had to cry multiple times and we kissed and kissed and kissed and i had to cry too. and the whole evening was just holding each other and being close and talking and crying and laughing together. i get teary-eyed just thinking back to it.
and like. i don’t know where i am going with this and i really don’t mean to brag about my perfect relationship. we do have fights - and had a really major fight just two months prior - and we sometimes do get lazy or make mistakes or royally fuck up.
but
i just want to say it’s possible?
like. we really click and have an amzing chemistry, but we also talk and talk and talk when things get rough. we share our needs and show boundaries and learn to trust each other. we show consistent commitment, we adore each other and say that out loud and to each other and the world. if there is anything broken, we mend it and we listen to what the other needs. we accept each others flaws and are not afraid to see the other grow. we try our hardest to stay honest and look challenges in the eye.
i never thought i would ever be able to trust and love like that.
i never thought anybody could love me like that.
what i was afraid of, that i am too much for anyone to bear - he can‘t get enough of it. to him, it’s an incredible gift. and it works the other way around too.
i am just so incredibly thankful.
life can be so good!!
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