#i have a hard time restraining myself when it comes to music

[itonashi]

I am ME.

SUMMARY : Known around the world — a genius scientist named [Name][Last Name]. Everyone sought to be her as she was deemed perfect. A young prodigy that managed to climb up the ranks alongside her friends. She met her demise at the age of 35. It shook the world. Tears fall because of her. Will there be another her?

PAIRING : aquamarine hoshino x fem!reader

WARNINGS : implied deaths, stalking, drugs, slow burn romance, murder, more will be added.

A/N : 2k words. goddamn.. hehe enjoy and pls remember im not an expert still in the adults world neither i am that smart LOL.

4 years later...

You're 6 years old right now. Well, physically. You do not have the patience to restrain myself from not talking all the time. Your babysitter is sleeping. You're infront of a tv. Remote beside you. Maybe, you should change it to a music show?

You're bored after all. No freedom so what else can you do? You change the channel to a music show. After you change it, The MC was announcing the winner for the music show.

"Let's congratulate, B-Komachi!" The MC exclaimed and the audiences roared at the mention of B-Komachi. The members went up the stage, taking the award.

"That girl... looks familiar." You muttered under your breath. A beautiful girl with a blue purplish hair color took the mic and start her speech while giving a heart gesture.

That's the girl you met before. She was interesting to say the least. Even from a first glance, you knew that she hailed from an abusive and solemn past. She was expressionless, she talked to you without any interest in the world and show the real her. To see her become an idol.. does that means she's lying to herself right now.

What drove her to be an idol? You met her only once and yet you feel like, she would be important later on. How captivating, you hope the future is kind to her.

"And that's all from me! Ai!" She waved and giving the mic to another member.

Idol. A career that isn't appreciate enough. Some people on the world looked down upon this career. Just singing and dancing, they said. It's more than that.

Idol need to have a perfect image. One wrong step, then scandal will come for them. Especially if you're a famous group. They have to lie. They have to please their fans. One mistake and it will be talk about for years even after disbanding. The entertainment industry is dangerous. Strict to the point they could take your life.

Idol is also human. They're not robot. They also have feelings. Idols are admirable, they need to have a strong mental to handle the hate. The world is unfair to them. There's so many cases on what happened to idols for the past years and some of it is cruel.

Every career have it's upside and downside. There's no need to compare.

You broke out of your thoughts when the front door opening. You didn't even realize your babysitter already went home. "[Name]." Your father called out to you. You stand up and walk towards him with a tiny smile on your face. Your father wasn't that bad now that you have observed him for 3 years.

He looks like he love your mother dearly. Before going to work, he would always give a kiss to the cheek on your mother. Your mother would blush a little. He carry you to his arm and bring you to his lap.

"I need you to make a decision, [Name]." He said with a stern tone. You tilt your head and nod. "Do you want the easy life or the hard life?" He added, starting into your eyes with a little smile.

You widen your eyes a little "I choose the hard life!" You give an eye closed smile to your father. You felt like being silly while saying that. You expect that if you choose the hard life, he would put you into the entertainment industry. This is the time for you to reveal how smart you are to your family. You aim to be the youngest people to be scouted into the world organization you were previously in. It is possible, in that organization there's no rules for age. You learn that when a child was born in that organization from a couple.

How's that child you see as a little sister figure doing? You hope she still love drawing and painting. Your plan starts now.

Your father sae the expression on your face and laugh "That's good, [Name]. In this world, there's no one living the easy life. Next week, you will follow me visit some director." Your father said with excitement. This is probably the second time you see him that excited — the first one being the time when you talk for 'first time'

He pat you on the head and left you alone on the couch. 'Did he do that just to left me on the couch?' You deadpan at your father but shrug it off. You lay on the couch and close your eyes, gathering the information you gotten for the 4 years you have been living in this new body.

One thing for sure, one of your friends had a baby at the same year you were born. You pray for the chances to meet the child. This time, there's no mistake. You want more connections than before.

"[Name], are you excited to see a child acting on the site?" Your father is driving the car to a filming site. He said the director is someone named Taishi Gotanda. You don't really remember the great things that Taishi guy have did since you weren't that keen on keeping up with the media world.

"Yeah! I'm excited! They're the same age as me, right?" You exclaimed. "No, you're the older one there." He said. Great, being the eldest means babysitting. Well, not if the children is discipline properly.

You arrive at the site and you scan around the site for a potential connection to be made with. Your father tap your back and you follow him behind his back. "Oh, Yoshino-san. Great to have you here." The Taishi guy shake your father's hand and he noticed you behind your father. You notice his eyes and smile while waving to him. 

'This is boring.' You thought while walking a little bit away from your father. "Yoshino-chan, please follow me." A staff called out to you. You faced them and nod. "Your father said that you would only see how the process goes. You don't need to do any acting." The staff stated while leading you to a waiting room. You only hum at her to show that you're still listening to her.

'What a quiet kid...' The staff thought. The staff left you as soon as you arrive at the waiting room. You saw three kids and overhear their conversation. "Bet her acting was so bad they had to cut it all out! She seems to be good at buttering people up, though!" The child with red hair uttered.

The red hair proceed to be kinda rude in your opinion to other people. She left not before noticing you though. She look at you up and down and left. 'Is this how kids are?' You sweat at the child behavior. You look inside the room and saw two kids who you assume is twin because of the similarities. The annoyed expression on their face is visible, probably because of that girl? She's Arima Kana , if you remember correctly.

The girl who can flick a crying switch. Well, whatever. You bow at the twin and introduce yourself. They notice you and bow as well. "Oh, I'm Hoshino Ruby! And he's my brother. Hoshino Aquamarine but call him Aqua." The girl claim. What a weird name for japanese people.. The first thing you noticed about the pair is their eyes. It was captivating enough to lure you in. I'm sure they would become a big part of the entertainment industry. A powerful duo, they would say.

"Nice to meet you.." Aqua greet you with a neutral face. An opposite personality of his sister. A smile crawled up your face. "Soo.. why are you guys here?" You questions their presence at the filming site. "I will be acting while my sister here well.. she's just here, I guess." The boy deadpan. "How rude!" Ruby exclaimed.

You nod and cross your arm "It seems like Ruby is the same as me. I will only be watching." You hope that a friendship will bloom between you guys.

Amazing. You lightly smirk at the acting Aqua did. He only act like himself but he was incredibly creepy with it as that was what's the director aiming for. Maybe, the main part of it was because he seems mature for his age and his eyes. You just can't seem to let go of the beauty. "How did you think about it, [Name]?" Your father ask you with interest towards the young boy. "It's amazing, father. Can I start acting too?" You replied while staring at Arima Kana who was crying.

"It's never to late for you to be like your mother." Your father stated while lightly smiling at you "I can get you a role. Make sure to past my expectations." He added. Looks like the expectations for results is starting.

After that, your father have been keeping contacts with the twin since he have taken an interest on the young boy. You occasionally met the twin and learn more about them one by one. Sadly, your father couldn't keep hold of the them — Director Taishi Gotanda did.

You appear on multiple drama show as a child actor and made a name for yourself. There have been talks that you would conquer Arima Kana the child actor prodigy. You don't intend to do that but if that's what happen, it will happen. But they have to stop the  comparison because every person have their own flaws.

You even got to do some photoshoot for a child's brand. Well, this will be memories in a few years. Atleast, you get to feel being a child again. A carefree child. Because of all the acting, you had to learn new skills everytime even things that you didn't learn in your past life. Naturally, you're good at it.

I guess you would still be a genius this time too.

When the death of Ai Hoshino happened, you attend the funeral with your parent. The people grieving over Ai's death make you recall the time your parent got into a bad accident and passed away because of that. You didn't cry because you had no connection to her but it still hurts to know that the stranger you have met before when they're a teenager to died when they almost turn into a full fledged adult.

You hope the people from Strawberry Production is taking their time to heal from the loss of a staff. You can only give prayers to them.

Later on, the death of Ai was just like a wind breeze that pass every day. No one talk about it after a week. Some may move on and some didn't. Ai Hoshino may you rest in peace.

A year of being in the entertainment industry — thanks to your father. You don't care if they call you a nepo baby. You're talented, that's all that matter. You were invited to a variety show and you were excited since you can freely show your talents there. No on can say a thing about it. No one will question it.

You met the cast and greet them. It was going well until they start talking about your acting career. "Yoshino-san, you really resemble your mother and your acting skill is incredible. Mind to share a tip?" The MC compliment your acting. "I can't because I am ME. I don't think much on what to do and just go with the flow." You said with a neutral tone. One thing about the entertainment industry, they won't question what the kids say since their still not mature for their age and just let out what's on their mind. Even if you have a sharp tongue, the people will love it. They don't mind it when a kid do it. At the very least, you have to have a character that will make people love you.

That would make people remember you for a long time.

"Yoshino-san, your father said before in an interview that you are a genius. Top at everything, is that true?" One of the cast commented. You smirk "Why don't you give me a question and let me answer it? I would prefer if it's a math question, though." With this, you will make moments for yourself. The cast laugh at your confidence and gave you a whiteboard. You will be competing with the 'smartest' cast, they said.

"69 x 4."

Ding!

A ring was made by you. The questions was too easy. As former scientist, you had to count percentage so this is a piece of cake for you. The cast beside you look at you bewildered. "276." You confidently said. "Correct!" The MC exclaimed. You know that they're looking down on you. You ought to prove them wrong.

After a series of questions, the people were speechless upon your smartness. The adults didn't expect this. Your mother look at you behind the swarm of staff and smile widely. You notice it and wave a little.

Soon, the filming ended. You were tired and hold out your arms to your mother. Your mom chuckle s and carry you up to her arms and kiss you on the cheeks. "You did good, my little angel." Your mother praises you. You snuggle up to her. Even though, you are an adult mentally but you want to indulge in this child body of your of receiving parent's love.

Even an adult wants to heal their inner child.

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[borathae]

"You should have known. Taehyung is a connoisseur for a good hunt after all. He loves to drag it out, to take his time and play with his prey until their resources are used up. The catch isn’t most pleasurable to him, but the path leading up to it. You know him so well and yet you still thought that you could get him to lose control so easily. Oh how naïve you were."

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Smut

Warnings: pussy wetting porn, soft & hard Dom!Taehyung, whiney sub!Reader, she's a tease in the beginning, until he shows her what a real tease looks like, he kneels and kisses her feet in gratefulness, period sex, lotsa blood, he licks it from her pussy, and does some other kinky shit with it but it's a surprise besties, sloppy oral (f.receiving), pussy fingering, gentle pussy fisting bitches, rough sex in multiple positions and locations (including his bed, the window, atop a dresser, his atelier), dirty talk, praise, good girl kink, degradation (he calls her his greedy slut), sexy possessiveness, Sir kink, huge vampire dicks, fangs, nipple play, marking, scratching (m.receiving), choking (f.receiving), strength kink, he's unhinged and feral, multiple intense orgasms for her, overstimulation, she's a lil masochist <3, Tae uses her pussy as his personal fleshlight, creampies, she subdrops but he reassures her, the softest aftercare, they're in love and kinky!!

Wordcount: 9.2k

a/n: i need to be restrained and put in a cage. cue brittany brosky's voice i am gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure 😶

You know where to find your darling. It is a rainy night and the air is chilly enough to make staying inside wonderful. There is only one place in the estate where Taehyung loves to be during those times. His atelier, painting and drawing away. The doors to it are open, the faintest of jazz music enters the corridors. He is painting. Just as you had figured. You know him so well.

You enter his atelier with a faint knock on his door.

“Tae darling?”

“Yes, my darling?” Taehyung asks with his full attention on you instantly. He even places his paint brush aside without breaking his eyes away from you for even a millisecond. He sniffles as if he noticed something, but stays quiet otherwise. His eyes scan you from head to toe and yet he still doesn’t say anything.

You close the distance between you and him. 

“I got my period today.” 

“I knew that I smelled something on you. Oh my darling, do not worry. I can get you everything you need”, he says and stands up to hurry to you, “just make me a list and I will drive to the store right away, unless you need a massage or hugs. Oh, I can give you everything.”

“You’re so sweet”, you say, “but I don’t need any of those things.”

“Yes? Then I shall keep my distance and talk only when necessary.”

“No, not that either.”

“What else could you possibly need?”

“Tae, I’m not wearing protection right now and it’s leaking into my panties.” 

Taehyung furrows his brows, “...yes? I…shall I buy you new sanitary products?”

“No, you,” you chuckle.

Taehyung chuckles as well eventhough he is very clearly confused. 

“Help me clean myself, Tae.”

“Oh, of course! Oh darling, why didn’t you say so sooner? Come, I shall run you a hot shower and scrub your back”, he says and takes your hand to walk off. 

You however pull him back, using the momentum to twirl him.

Taehyung laughs and falls into you.

“Darling, don’t do that.”

You fix him so he was facing you again.

“You didn’t understand me.”

“Okay?”

“Kneel, Taehyung.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Kneel for me.”

Taehyung falls to his knees as if it was instinct. He even places his hands in the proper position, looking up at you with questioning puppy eyes.

“I don’t seem to understand”, he confesses.

“Clean me, Taehyung”, you tell him and step closer. 

The sweet scent of your bleeding, warm pussy overtakes his senses. He tries not to, but still looks at your middle. You are wearing nothing more than an oversized cashmere cardigan and a pair of cotton panties. They are white, but soaked in blood. He feels his senses blur. You look and smell temptatious.

“Darling”, Taehyung croaks, pressing his legs together, “you are torturing me. I can smell but you.”

“Clean me, Taehyung”, you repeat your order and something seems to click in Taehyung’s brain

His head snaps up, his face is fallen in shock.

“What, what do you mean? What does this mean? What?” he stutters, blinking rapidly. 

You smile tauntingly, “you heard me. I’m messy and need you to clean me.” 

“But darling. Darling, you are covered in blood”, Taehyung is salivating as he speaks. His fangs are glistening in the lights. He is so consumed by your scent, aching to bury his face in your sweet heaven and yet he seems so perfectly in control.

“I know and I need a vampire to clean it.”

“___”, Taehyung presses out, “are you certain? What about Yoongi? I do not want him to think that I am feeding from you again. I don’t want to cause a fight.”

“Yoongi cleaned me too.”

“Pardon?” this confession is the most shocking to Taehyung. Obviously.

“Yeah”, you giggle, “do you remember last month? When I didn’t leave Yoongi’s wing for days?”

“Yes.”

“That was when I accidentally started my period in his bed and he ate me out like an animal.”

"Now this is", Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, “you are having a jest with me.”

You shake your head, continuing your story.

“He proceeded to keep me captive for the rest of my period to literally take me in far too many ways and positions and rooms and…yeah. Phew.”

“You are telling the truth?!”

“Yes. Of course I am”, you say and snicker at Taehyung’s shocked expression.

“Darling, I am flabbergasted. Yoongi drank your blood?” 

“He didn’t drink my blood. He ate my pussy, which just so happened to be bleeding, but that’s beside the point. He knows that I’m here and what I want to do with you. He doesn’t mind.” 

“Are you certain? Are you truly certain?” 

“Yes Tae, I’m certain. You’re the only one who can clean me right now.”

"Are, are you truly certain?"

"Every second wasted with talking means my panties are getting messier and messier", you say and lift your cardigan just slightly to reveal more of you to him.

Taehyung looks at it and crumbles.

“Darling you”, he touches your calves, looking up at you with devoted, starstruck eyes, “I exist to worship you. Every waking second should be spend being your greatest admirer. I-” 

He stops talking to instead bow down in front of you. Not only that, but to also kiss your feet. Every inch of them. Toe by toe and instep by instep. He kisses your feet as shaky mutters of “thank you” and “oh, how I am devoted to you” interrupt his needy sounds of admiration.

You let it happen with a racing heart. He looks so good worshiping your feet. 

“My goddess”, he says, hugging your legs and burying his nose deep in your middle. He inhales deeply, letting out a guttural moan, “oh my beautiful, bleeding goddess. I am delirious from your scent”, his voice is muffled from your body. 

You giggle, ruffling his hair. 

“You seem happy.”

“I am happy. I ache for your taste day by day. Oh my sweetest, you smell so wonderful.”

He tilts his head up, still hugging your legs. His eyes are ruby, his cheeks covered in black veins. You caress them, ending it by tugging a strand of hair behind his ear.

“You’re such a darling”, you speak softly, giving him a fond smile.

Taehyung buries his nose back in you, inhaling as much of you as his lungs allow him.

“Oh darling”, he moans as he exhales, shuddering uncontrollably, “how I want you.”

“You can have me. You know?”

“I know, oh I know”, he says and stands up, “I shall not take you here”, he says, sweeping you off your feet bridal style.

You squeal and giggle, falling around his neck for support. You don’t feel scared at all. He is your strong darling after all. Your weight feels like nothing to a vampire like him. He carries you with ease, basking in your giggles as you willingly let him kidnap you.

The journey ends in his bedroom. He places you atop his king sized bed, giving you no time to get used to the solace as he claims the space above you. Your cardigan got messed up from the movement, having slipped off one of your shoulders to reveal your skin to him.

Taehyung lowers his lips to your shoulder instantly, kissing your every inch from the very top of your shoulder down to where your collarbone blends into your sternum. His hands are on each side of your head, his knees are caging in your hips and yet he puts no weight on your lap. The distance aches. To have his weight so close, his touch even closer and not to receive it makes you restless. You squirm on the sheets, reaching up just to grasp his wrists.

“Patience”, Taehyung guides his lips to the shell of your ear just so he can seduce you with his sultry whispers, “I like to take my time with an exquisite meal.”

Being known so well by him makes you squirm once more. All you needed to do was to touch his wrists and he knew what you were craving most.

“I’m getting everything messy”, you sigh in hopes of warming his heart. 

Taehyung chuckles deeply, kissing a path along your face until he reaches the other side of your neck to worship.

“This is the fun part”, he rasps and shakes his right hand free from your weak grasp to instead run it down your body.

You writhe into the touch, shivering intensely when he slips it under your cardigan to palm at your skin. Just for a few seconds and without ever touching your breasts, then he already slips it out again to dance it to your hip.

“The savouring you is the best part, my darling”, he teases, playing with the hem of your panties, “it gets you so wet”, you can feel his smirk against your skin, hear it in his voice, “and messy”, he adds, kissing the spot where your pulse races like crazy in your neck.

“Tae”, you mewl, arching into him.

This isn’t what you expected when you came to him for aid. You expected him to lose composure like Yoongi did. You expected him to take you and pin you, giving you no chance to escape as he selfishly takes what is his’. You wanted him to be the one panting and gasping as control slipped from his fingers with each lick and yet he is having you in a tight grip. He is in perfect control while you feel dizzy in desperation.

You should have known. Taehyung is a connoisseur for a good hunt after all. He loves to drag it out, to take his time and play with his prey until their resources are used up. The catch isn’t most pleasurable to him, but the path leading up to it. You know him so well and yet you still thought that you could get him to lose control so easily. Oh how naïve you were.

“Darling, you are squirming so much”, Taehyung rasps, holding your hips down with gentle strength, “what’s the matter? Am I rushing you?”

“No”, you mewl, shaking your head.

“No?”

You shake your head more vigorously, wiggling your hips under his grip.

“Look at you trying to squirm”, he taunts, “don’t tell me that you believed me to lose control like Yoongi did, mhm?”

You mewl from being so exposed. It should embarrass you, but it only makes you crave him more. 

Taehyung chuckles deeply, guiding his long fingers to your tummy just to play with your panties there.

“You should know me better by now”, he rasps, slipping his fingers inside just to toy with your pubes. He is obsessed with them, twirling and tugging on them gently to truly rile you up.

“Tae, please”, you try begging, making him smirk against your neck. 

He retreats his touch, drawing circles into the softness of your stomach. You want him so bad. 

“Open your cardigan for me.”

You obey even before he finishes his sentence. There are three buttons keeping you modest. You open them as quickly as possible, tugging the cardigan open to expose yourself to him. You slip it off your arms, letting it lay under you as you can’t be bothered to remove it completely. 

“Good girl”, Taehyung praises and sits up. He is kneeling, but still doesn’t put his weight on your lap. This is for show. To make you aware that he doesn’t need his weight to keep you pinned for him. His presence is enough to make you obedient.

Taehyung runs his eyes over your body, keeping his hands rested on his own thighs. The fabric of his linen pants stretches around them, bulging at his cock. He is hard. At least this he can’t hide from you. Even if he pretends to be in perfect control otherwise, at least his cock shows how much you affect him.

“Mhm”, he purrs, “beautiful.”

He looks at your panties. They are red in blood. His eyes flicker ruby. Finally another reaction. You part your legs upon seeing it, aching for him to act.

“How much do you treasure these undergarments?” he asks.

“They’re old and a little uncomfy”, you tell him.

“Good. Then I am sure you don’t mind if I do this”, he says and slips his fingers under the hem of them. He picks up a piece of them and looks at you, “may I?”

“Yeah…please.”

“So eager”, he chuckles and begins ripping the fabric, going carefully and slowly. It takes everything inside you not to squirm and beg him for more. Taehyung rips your panties at the other side as well, going just as slow and careful. It is as if he was opening a present or unwrapping a piece of candy. He does it with such a light-heartedness while you feel like shivering in desperation.

You lift your hips the second he managed to rip your panties apart. Taehyung chuckles and tugs the ruined fabric away.

“So eager”, he says, lifting your panties into his field of vision. He inspects them, parting his lips to show off his fangs. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, his ruby eyes flit to you, “this is your last chance to stop this, darling.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes!” you insist loudly, “please Tae, don’t tease me anymore.”

He chuckles, “you’re such a delight, my darling”, he says and places your panties aside. He climbs off your lap, placing his hands on your thighs to push them apart. Not that he has to do a lot of work. The second he touched your thighs, you opened your legs for him. He meets your desperate eyes, giving you a knowing smile.

“So eager”, he speaks softly and sickeningly sweet. Oh, the things he manages to do with nothing but his voice.

“Please Tae, I’m messy.”

“Mhm, not messy enough”, he says and connects two of his fingers with your aching heat. 

“Ah”, you gasp, chasing the touch the second you received it. It feels so good. His fingers are so careful and his skin so soft. You needed his touch so incredibly much.

“So wet”, Taehyung whispers, dragging his fingers through your folds in a slow massage, “look at it covering your every inch. Darling, I crave you.”

He leaves out your clit on purpose, riling you up each time he swerves past it.

“More”, you try in hopes of persuading him, chasing his gentle touch.

“May I feel you inside?”

“Yes”, you exhale shakily, “yes please, Tae.” 

“Thank you so much”, he says and lets two of his fingers disappear inside you. You gasp and arch your back. They slip in so easily, fill you up so much. Taehyung watches your face for reactions and when he sees that no sign of discomfort crinkle it, he finally looks at your reddened cunt. Truly, how messy you are. It looks like the most delicious meal to Taehyung, forcing him to gulp heavily from all the saliva gathering in his mouth. He moves his hand, fingering your soft walls with gentle precision.

“Tae…” you sigh, letting your legs fall open. His fingers are so long, touching just where it feels the best.

“You feel wonderful, my darling”, he praises, curling his fingers, “you feel so tender inside. Tell me, are my fingers comfortable?”

“Yes”, you sigh, nodding your head vigorously.

“Oh, you feel so much more tender than on other days”, he whispers and slips another finger inside.

“A-ah”, your breath hitches in your throat, your fingers twist the sheets. To be so filled with Taehyung will never lose its spark.

“Breathe, my darling. You are tightening”, he orders you, soothing the stretch by drawing circles on your clit with his thumb. You are so wet from your period that the touch comes easy.

You inhale shakily, exhale in a tremble. You can’t control your walls from clenching, not when he makes you feel so good. You need to feel him as close as possible, so clenching comes natural to you.

“There we go. I need you to relax, otherwise I can’t prepare you for my length”, he speaks sweetly, soothing your trembles with gentle rubs to your lower stomach, “you are doing so well already.”

“Oh god…Tae”, you press out, rolling your head to the side in weakness. Being praised by him will always ruin you. You roll your hips up into his touch, moaning his name because this is all you can think of right now. Taehyung and only Taehyung.

He rewards your eagerness with yet another finger. He watches with deep red eyes as his pinkie finger slips into your wet cunt, how you welcome him and how you fit so perfectly around him.

“Four fingers darling, you are taking four of my fingers”, he rasps, keeping them still inside you to get you used to the stretch. He knows that it can be overwhelming and he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Yet.

“Tae ple-please”, you get out in a shaky breath, reaching down to squeeze the hand he keeps on your stomach. You hold it with both hands, squeezing it so terribly much.

“Hurts?” he makes sure, caressing your skin.

You shake your head vigorously, grinding into his touch. His fingers slip deeper. Taehyung feels how your walls throb around his digits, tensing his own thighs as his every fiber tells him to ruin you. If you think that he wasn’t affected by all of this, you were wrong. It takes every ounce of self-control for Taehyung to stay as calm as he pretends to be right now. There are voices in his head. Distorted, tempting voices telling him to devour you, to use the advantages his curse gives him and take you as his sweetest meal.

But Taehyung has a plan. He wants this meal to be as perfect as possible. He wants you to think about it during random times of your day and feel so utterly affected by it that you falter in whatever you were doing a few moments ago, perhaps you even gasp for air and trace the spots he touched as you tried to relive the memory.

Taehyung needs to ignore the voices for the sake of the perfect feed. There is no other way.

You thrust your hips again, pulsating around his hand as your cunt swallows it hungrily. How wet you are inside, how warm and soft. Taehyung can touch your cervix this way, forcing you to keep still by pressing down on your tummy again. You squeeze his hand, whimpering his name while your hips give up without a fight.

“Stay still, don’t disobey”, he orders, pulling his fingers out just a little in order to give your tender cervix a break, “if you keep wiggling, it will hurt.”

“But it, it feels so good”, you get out and whimper, scratching at his hand gently as you try to grasp more, “Sir feels so good.”

Taehyung groans, furrowing his brows. Ruin her. The voices tempt him. Take her and break her. They taunt him.

“Darling”, he presses out through gritted fangs, “fuck, you make me act up”, he spits and gives into his desires.

He pins you down with his weight, wrapping his blood-soiled hand around your throat to press down on your veins.

Dizziness claims your brain instantly, a squeaky gasp leaves your lips. You meet his gaze, meeting desperate craze in it. His pupils are so blown-out that they almost swallow the red, the black veins pulsate on his cheeks. He is breathing heavily and shakily, doing so in deep, desperate breaths.

“How dare you call me such titles. Do you have any idea what this does to me?” he is growling his words with a hint of demonic raspiness in his voice. He tilts your head up with a tight grip on your throat, “what I want to do to you when you talk like this?”

“Sir”, you choke out, grasping his strong lower arm. It feels so good to be choked. It finally feels as if you are breaking his composure. You couldn’t escape his grasp even if you tried as hard as you can, but you aren’t scared. You are so entirely happy to be here.

Taehyung’s features darken, his unoccupied hand grasps your hands and guides them down your body. He lodges them between your waist and his thighs, turning you unable to move them. You can’t even wiggle them, let alone change their position. He is so strong and you are utterly at his mercy.

“Stop calling me this”, he hisses and slams his hand into the pillow beside your head. He moves in closer, breathing deeply. He shudders and growls. His blood-soiled hand covered your entire neck in blood, tempting him to taste you. He moves in closer, rolling your head to the side to reveal your vulnerable neck to his lips. He inhales again, moaning deliciously.

Your heart is racing. The grip around your neck lessened, but you still feel dizzy.

“How I need you”, he gets out and moves in. His bloodied fingers leave your neck, his dripping tongue replaces them. You tense up and moan, feeling burning electricity shoot through your veins.

Taehyung moans and presses himself closer, feasting on your neck as if it was the first meal he ever tasted. He missed this so much that he almost starts crying. And to have it taste like your sweet cunt as well, oh Taehyung has to reach up and grab the edge of the pillow, caring rather little about soiling it with blood. He pins you deep into the mattress, increases the pressure on your arms. You shouldn’t escape him. Not when he finally has the taste of your blood under his tongue. By the time, he has finished cleaning one side, your flesh is bruised and sensitive. He didn’t bite you, even if his fangs kept gracing your skin, but the sensitivity is still intense.

“You are my downfall”, he is panting, fixing your head so your other side was exposed, “I want to ruin you”, he adds and latches himself onto your tender neck.

“Sir”, you whimper, lying completely still even if you want to writhe and squirm and arch your back. It feels so good. His mouth is so much hotter than on normal days.

Taehyung worships your neck almost every time you and he are intimate. You know how good it feels, but this feels different. This kind of worship, you always received when the taste of your blood was involved and you forgot how much better it feels. His mouth is burning, his tongue so wet and eager, his sucks are inhumanly desperate and his fangs keep tickling your skin. You feel so dizzy, whimpering his title because this is all you can do.

“Oh darling”, he chokes out shakily, abandoning your cleaned and sensitive neck to lick down your body. He releases your arms this way, but you are too weakened to move them.

Taehyung changes your positions as he eagerly explores the paths down to your cunt. He reaches just about under your ribcage when everything is taking too long for him and he uses his powers. His arms grip your legs, using the leverage to turn you on the mattress so you are facing the side of his bed. He proceeds to tug you to the edge of it, falling to his knees before you as his arms pull your hips off the sheets and he can bury his face in your bloodied cunt. This is the only position which allows him to suffocate himself with you and it is also the only way he can truly make sure that you can’t flee. With his arms having an iron grip around your thighs and his hands digging deep into the softness of you, he has you where he wants you. Spread open and cunt on top his face.

He growls deeply, shutting off his better senses as your sweetened taste claims his tongue.

“Tae”, you moan, arching your back even if it is hard to do so in the current position, “ah! Oh god! What t-the hell? Ah!”

The thing about Taehyung’s nose? It is beautiful, ethereal, sculpted by the heavens and goddamn fucking perfect to grind against a sensitive pussy. And the thing about Taehyung? He is crazy enough to do it. Even if this gets his face messy and bloody, even if it means that your scent makes his eyes water from the intensity of it and even if you reach down and pull his hair. You pull so hard, so desperately and it does nothing. Taehyung fucks your sensitive pussy with his nose as deep growls vibrate against it. And while he grinds his perfect nose against your throbbing clit, his dripping tongue fucks your hole at inhuman speeds. He needs to get everything. Every single droplet of your taste. He is delirious from the sweetness, bruising your thighs on accident because of how tightly he grips you.

“Fuck, your taste”, he is cursing, growling the words against your cunt. It means a lot when he curses. He only does so when he is especially emotional. And right now every single emotion runs on nothing but you and your taste. He is consumed by you just as much as he consumes you. He doesn’t even care about etiquette, dirtying his face as he slurps loudly. 

Taehyung is a very mannerly feeder. Not many vampires carry such etiquette when they feast, but Taehyung likes to be orderly and neat. He rarely gets his face dirty, let alone make obscene sounds, but you make him forget about every single thing he ever learned about manners. He needs to get dirty, he needs to be disgusting and loud and consume your every drop. 

Too long he had to go without your taste and now that he finally has it again – in such a wonderful way on top of it – he is greedy. Manners be damned, he needs to eat you until you have nothing more to give. 

“Oh god Tae, oh god, oh god”, you are gasping and chanting and fighting for air, pulling at his hair even if you know that it is fruitless. He is locked onto your pussy. No hair pulling in the world could get him away from you now. His nose is punishing your clit for crimes she never committed while his mouth sucks and licks you dry. 

This is the level of desperation you wanted from him and now that you have it, it feels like too much. Not in a way where you truly want him to stop, but in a way which will force you to orgasm even if you had no intention of doing so already.

“You’re the worst, oh god urgh”, you choke out and break, suffocating him with your pussy as he forces you to orgasm. You gasp for air, sob, “you’re so mean. Tae please.”

Taehyung growls into you, pulling you closer. He can’t breathe, at least not normal air. The scent of your blood and orgasm is the only air he receives. He regrets his entire life at this moment because he wonders why he didn’t think of eating your pussy during your period sooner. Oh he missed out on so much. What a fool he was. He presses himself closer, searches for more of your taste even if you are flinching in overstimulation.

“Please a break, please”, you beg, writhing in agony, “please Sir, please!”

Taehyung breaks away from you even if it is difficult. You begged for it and he can’t deny you. He fixes your positions again, making it so you are resting with your head facing the headboard and he is between your legs. It’s so easy for him to push and pull you around. Especially when he has you so weakened from pleasure.

He is pressing his clothed cock against your thigh while his ruined mouth attacks your nipples. He is rubbing his face against them first, soiling your skin with your blood just so he can lick it off of you. He needs to cover every inch of you in your red nectar just to lick it off. Oh how he needs it. 

“Oh god, Tae you are so mean”, you get out breathlessly, “I, I didn’t want to cum. Oh god.”

“Do not speak to me of cruelty when you exist to ruin me”, he gets out, lifting his head, “why would you do this to me? Why?” he is asking you, cupping your face to shake your head in desperation, “what have I ever done to you? Tell me.”

You look at him. His face is a mess, covered in your blood. It soaks parts of his hair as well and sticks to spots on his throat. His eyes are dark red, bordering black and his face is just slightly contorted as his monstrous side fights for dominance. You know that he is winning by only a hair’s width right now.

“Why must you do this to me? Isn’t it enough that I dedicate my every fiber to you? Why must you seduce me with your bleeding heaven? Why?” he asks you and presses his cock against your pussy.

“Tae”, you squeak, flinching in reaction. He feels so heavy and big, grinding down on you even if you are so incredibly sensitive.

He thrusts into you as if he was already fucking you, sliding his hands to the crown of your head. He holds you with enough strength that you have to look at him if you wanted to or not.

“I need you to push me away”, he croaks, “push me away. It is the only way to stop me from ripping my clothes off and fucking you until you have to relearn how to walk.”

The thing is. The small break he gave you as he sucked your nipples and begged for answers you didn’t possess, was enough for you. You want more. You want him. All of him.

“I don’t want to push you away”, you tell him, reaching up to open his shirt.

“Don’t do this. Don’t do this if you aren’t ready to bear the consequences”, he warns you, dropping your face to instead twist the pillow. The voices are screaming at him. Claim her! She is yours to take, so take her! It is so difficult to stay human when remnants of your taste still linger on his tongue.

You pull open his shirt and touch his nipples. Taehyung growls. 

“Don’t. I am warning you”, he gets out. 

Your lips curl into a dangerous smirk, “you can teach me how to walk, can’t you? Sir.”

“Fuck”, he breaks. He rips his own clothes off his body before claiming the space atop you. He grips your leg and pulls you close, slapping his heavy cock against your pussy in an almost punishing way. 

You flinch and moan softly, feeling your senses blur. It hurts, but you like it. Taehyung does it again, forcing incredible pleasure through your pussy. 

“Do you really want this?” he asks as he repeatedly drags his cock through your swollen folds, ending it with an aggressive spank to your clit each time.

“Yes”, you sigh, parting your legs further and arching your tits closer to him.

“Beg me.”

“Please Sir, please”, you beg gladly. 

“You’re such a good little slut. I trained you so well”, he lulls and pushes his thick cock past your soaked entrance. He slips in without resistance, forcing a trembling breath to slip past his lips, “such a good slut”, he presses out, scrunching his nose in pleasure.

He hits your limit. You are so much tighter than on other days. Taehyung still has a good two inches he could fit. The thought turns him on so much. That he fills you out to your literal brim and he still has more to offer. And he is only showing off his human size right now. He is so big. Oh, how it fills him with pleasure and confidence.

“Oh”, you let out, growing limp underneath him. Your eyes flutter closed.

“Keep your eyes open”, he orders darkly.

You obey even if it is difficult.

“That’s better. Keep them on me”, he speaks demandingly, fucking his huge cock into you in dragged-out, maddening strokes, “I need you to look me in the eyes as you realise what all of this begging will get you. You think you can handle me? You think that not pushing me away is a good idea? That I will not completely rewrite your definition of pleasure? Sweetest, you have driven me to the brink of insanity with your endless begging”, he rasps, curling his lips back to show off the two pairs of fangs in his mouth. You know what this means and how feral you have gotten him.

“Tae”, you sob, grabbing his chest because this is as far as your weakened arms can go.

“What’s the matter? Does it hurt?” he asks. Even now he checks up on you. Even when he speaks of insanity and looks like a monster, he checks up on you. Bear in mind, the question carried a hint of teasing to it, but more than anything it was honest and came from a loving heart.

“No”, you whimper.

“But?”

“You feel so good”, you wail, squeezing your eyes shut as your body trembles in pleasure.

“Mhhm sweetest”, Taehyung purrs, burying himself deeper inside you. He is holding back tonight. You are so tender inside, your changed anatomy allows for his human size to barely fit. If he allowed the monster to take over, he fears that he might rip you apart. He could never rip you apart, even if the voices tell him to. No, he won’t let them win. He will break you in his way. Fuck you until your spirit is broken and you exist for him. This is so much more fun either way.

So he fucks slow and he fucks precise. He knows a woman’s body well enough to be aware that sometimes less is more. That all a woman needs are precise, attentive grinds against her spots so deep inside.

His own instincts tell him to fuck fast, to drill you and reshape your insides, but he knows not to rush it. Drag it out. He is still in control of the voices. Drag it out. Keep the hunt going. This isn’t the last time he will taste you tonight. The feed isn’t over. This is just another part of the chase.

The attentive, precise fuck he gives you is hard to handle. You think that you could manage a lot better if he drilled you like a dumb animal. But this? This ruins you on another level. You claw at his chest and try to get him closer by wrapping your legs around him. You manage to drape them over his thighs weakly and that is as far as you can go before the mindnumbing pleasure makes you shake.

“Tae”, you sob, spilling tears and scrunching your face up while Taehyung looks at you with a sense of tranquillity surrounding him. You are so ruined while he barely lets it show.  

“Look at me”, he says into the symphony of moans and shaky breaths.

You obey even if it is hard.

“Did I ever tell you why I am calling you my sweetest?” he asks.

“No”, you whimper.

Taehyung leans closer, letting his hot breath swirl over your lips. His cock bends and stretches you out even more. 

“Because there is no taste sweeter than you”, he rasps and purrs, writing his name on your deepest spots while his eyes flash up bright red.

“Tae”, you squeakily beg, “Tae, I need to cum again.”

“Yes? Just like this? I am barely even moving and it is making you climax?” 

“Yes”, you whimper.

“Of course it does. You are such a good little slut for big cock. I know you darling, you’re so sensitive and so overstimulated and yet you still beg for more”, he speaks tauntingly while his cock makes the sweetest love to your deepest spots. The pleasure sits in your tummy. So, so deep that it gets hard to concentrate. You feel on fire and he hasn’t even broken you yet. 

“Hm, sweetest? Are you my greedy cock slut?”

You nod your head. 

“Then tell me or I’ll stop fucking you.”

“I’m…greedy- ah”, you squeeze your eyes shut, “you’re making me cum.”

“Not so fast”, Taehyung slows down but moves his hips just right to keep you on edge. The build-up isn’t ruined, but dragged out for as long as he sees fit.

“Please”, you squeak.

“Use your words and I will reward you. Come now, don’t disobey me”, he encourages you, caressing your cheek gently.

You try again because you don’t want to disobey him. 

“I’m your, ah, your cock slut. Ah, Tae please. Please let me cum, please.”

“You are such a good girl. Sir is so proud of you. My bestest girl”, he praises and rewards you with deep, circular motions against your sensitive spots. This is going to break you and he knows it.

“I’m cumming. Tae, thank you”, you sob and arch your back, “ah! Tae!”

“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job. That’s my good girl. That’s it”, he is talking you through it, dragging out your orgasm to the point where you grip the sheets and twist them. 

But Taehyung isn’t satisfied. Yes you are gripping the sheets, but this is not what you should grip. Not when his body is right there. Unmarked. He isn’t done with you yet until he has you hurting him from pleasure.

“I am not done with you yet”, he is purring his words, keeping an obsessive grip on your left hip, “tell me to stop. Tell me to fucking stop, I can’t do it on my own.”

“Don’t stop, please.”

“Shit”, Taehyung growls and takes your hands just to pin them above your head. He speeds up his hips, finally using momentum to drill his cock into you. It sounds wet. So wet. Embarrassingly wet even. And harsh. His skin connects with yours in loud slaps while the springs of his bed creak in protest. Truly, it is a wonder that the furniture in this estate survived as long as it did.

“Oh god”, you gasp and writhe, “oh god, oh god, oh god. Ah!”

“Tell me to stop. Tell me, darling”, he is panting, staring at you with deep red eyes. Your blood is lingering on his skin and filling his nose with a maddening scent. Your orgasm sticks to his cock and mixes with your sweet scent. You are pulsating in your afterglow, burning hot because he doesn’t allow the fire to die down. He is so furiously desperate for you. 

You shake your head.

“Faster please”, you beg.

“This is not what you were supposed to say. Oh, you greedy, insatiable woman. I can’t stop”, he rasps and moans, dropping on top of you and knocking a squeak out of you. 

He reaches above your hands, growling into your neck. His long fingers grip the pillow and twist. The cover rips within a second. His back muscles flex and twitch as his body shudders in the pleasure of being with you. 

“I can’t stop myself”, he growls and picks you up. He runs with you in his arms and on his cock until your back hits something icy.

You squeak, looking around yourself. You are outside his bedroom, fucking against the tall windows of his corridor. Outside the night is dark and ominous while inside, Taehyung takes you against the cold windows in a pitch black corridor. The only light source is his bedroom. The door is thrown open from his strength, the golden light paints a rectangle on the marble floor and red carpet. It hues Taehyung’s body in it as well, creating a play of shadow and light. His pearls of sweat are glistening in it, while his black, pulsing veins seem especially dark and throbbing. He lifts his head from your neck, giving view to the deep red of your blood, his burgundy eyes and the ebony mess of his hair sticking to his features. 

“Tae”, you keen, feeling light-headed. The coldness of the window feels miniscule in comparison to the fire he lets you experience.

“I have to take you against every surface of this wing until the very fibres of this building know your every moan”, he chokes out as he bounces you on his cock. Quick and punishing. Your tits bounce, your pussy squirts red pleasure and your limbs can barely hold on. You throw your head back and wail. 

Wail in pleasure because nothing feels better right now than Taehyung's cock reshaping your insides. 

“Yes darling, show them. Show them how my good girl sounds as I fuck her.”

“Tae I have to- again!”

“Climax as often as you need to. I won’t stop you.” 

“Tae!”

And as you shake in his arms and soil his entire lower body with your bloody orgasm, Taehyung slows down to drag it out again. He fucks you deep, slow and punishing until you claw at his shoulders to the point of open scratches. And then, only then, he pulls you closer. Your back leaves the window, his cock fills you up so deep. Movement. Clattering of stuff hitting the ground. Next, wood under your body and Taehyung holding your legs apart.

This is the drawer he keeps by the entrance of his wing. Normally he keeps his outdoor essentials on it, but they are currently on the floor as he uses the piece of sturdy furniture to fuck you into a state of senselessness. The light of the atelier shines onto the corridor and gives you a chance to see what he is doing. Not that you have a lot of your vision at this point.

“Every surface darling, every single surface until you tell me to stop”, he growls. His dark hair is hanging into his ruby eyes, giving him an aura of danger. You know him to be of no danger to you, finding the view nothing but arousing instead. You are scared though, not of him of course, but of the immense pleasure he makes you feel. No human should feel this good and yet you do. Truly, you are so scared, craving more until you can’t anymore.

“Tae please, Tae…”

He pulls his cock out and pumps it angrily. It is messed up in your blood, dripping translucent desperation. Taehyung uses the sinful concoction to pleasure himself while his crazed eyes flit to your pussy. 

“You’re gaping”, he assess and growls, “my pretty gaping slut. My cock ruined you and it’s not even my true size.”

He is using contractions. Taehyung rarely uses them. You have him ruined, you truly have. 

“Sir, I’m your cock slut”, you mewl, writhing desperately.

“Fuck, I want to break you.”

Thump.

He fell to his knees before you, connecting his mouth with your pussy instantly. Well fucked and creamed with his taste. Taehyung moans and slips his tongue as deep as possible. His taste of possession mixes with your blood. He growls, fucking his own cock sore from how angrily he jerks himself. He feels like an animal right now. His vampiric nature has a hold of him, there is not an ounce of sanity left in him. The only thing which keeps him grounded, is the punishing handjob he gives himself. The pain and roughness of it keeps him with you.

Taehyung isn’t the only one who experiences pain right now. You are so sensitive that his tongue feels like torture on your pussy. A torture you chase with weak squirms of your hips.

“Slow please”, you beg without meaning it, gripping the edge of the dresser, “please, ah! Please!” 

Taehyung lifts his lips for your sake. He puts your feet on his shoulders, looking up at you even if you have your head rolled to the side weakly. 

“Keep breathing for me”, he orders you and dives back down. 

“How should I- ah!” you arch your back, digging your feet into his shoulders as you try to squirm. He is dragging his tongue through your folds quickly, taking advantage of the position to really taste every inch of you. You squirm, “please slow, please.”

“Breathe darling, breathe”, he murmurs against your pussy and concentrates his licks on your clit. 

“Oh god, Tae”, you wail, dropping into the hard dresser in defeat. You have to take what he gives you. You signed up for this and now you are paying the sweetest consequences. 

The last few orgasms sat deep and didn’t originate from your clit. No, Taehyung dragged them out of you from the deepest parts of your cunt. He doesn’t need the most obvious spot to make you shake and because he doesn’t, the stimulation he gives you right now feels especially good. Your clit was so left out, so neglected it felt as if he was edging it. And now you have his burning, slickened-up tongue frenching it aggressively. 

“Slow please”, you beg, trying to breathe. 

The only reason why you beg for him to slow down is because it is so goddamn embarrassing how fast you orgasm with him. You managed to take in one song coming from his atelier’s record player and then you are already fighting for your right to sanity. Please, just once you want to have to fight for your orgasm. Just once, you want to feel as if it will never come. 

“Sir. Tae Sir. Please.”

But of course Taehyung doesn’t listen. Because Taehyung isn’t human right now and you are his feast. Taehyung hates being interrupted when he feeds. And so you are destined to find your downfall at the tip of his dripping tongue while the very fibres of this building learn the sound of your moans. And so you scream and wail and beg him for mercy. And Taehyung doesn’t listen until he has you filling his throat with your squirt. It mixes with your blood and forces Taehyung to climax all over his hand.

He growls into your pussy, scrunching his face because the orgasm feels like torture. He purposefully doesn’t allow it to feel good. He crushes his own balls and slaps his own cockhead because this is what keeps him human. He can’t allow himself to enjoy his heaven when this could mean your downfall.

“Sir! Please! It hurts! Ah please!”

You wonder if people outside can hear you. You are so close to his exit after all. 

Taehyung doesn’t give you time to think of this possibility as he keeps you with him the second your endless orgasms stopped. He picks you up from the dresser and the next time you find yourself feeling at least a little sane, you are in his atelier, sitting on his lap as he occupies his couch. He uses said couch to pose you or Jungkook in the most beautiful position. Most of the time, they are very sensual poses however if you are allowed to be blunt for a second. 

You drop into him, trembling atop his lap. His body is wet. Sweat, blood, squirt and his own cum. The sensations overwhelm you, forcing you to sob and tremble. Taehyung soothes it by running his hands up and down your back.

“Are you still enjoying this, darling? You are shaking so much”, he is checking up on you again. He treats you so fucking good.

You nod your head, twisting his hair weakly.

“Please more, please”, you beg him, drooling all over his shoulder because you can’t swallow anymore. Not when he has broken you so, so good.

“Such a greedy slut”, he says and picks you up to sit you down on his cock. He has grown into his vampiric size by now, resulting in him having to carry you as he moves you up and down on his length. You couldn’t possibly take him all. Not when you are already so entirely destroyed from everything he did to you. He doesn’t mind that he has to carry you. On the contrary, it is so utterly arousing to him to use you as his personal little fleshlight. Well-fucked, gaping and dripping sweet blood. There is no toy more perfect than you. 

“Oh god”, you get out, pressing yourself closer to him. You can feel the remnants of his orgasm smearing all over your walls. It sounds so wet. You are so tight and swollen that it makes the nastiest sucking sounds each time he moves you up. 

This wasn’t a good idea. You thought that you still had an orgasm in you, but you were wrong. The thought exhausts you. You can’t give him any more. You are used up. Utterly and truly used up.

“I can’t cum anymore”, you get out, crying tears, “please don’t make me cum again, oh god.”

“Keep being good for me. I promise, it’s not long anymore”, he encourages you, meeting his movements in the middle by rolling his hips up. 

“Tae”, you whimper, soiling his skin with your tears, “sensitive. I can’t cum anymore.”

“I know darling, I know. You’re so good, such a good girl. I have to climax again. I’m almost there, keep being good for me.”

“Oh god”, you croak and hug him desperately, “Tae…”

“Almost there, darling”, he breathes and squeezes your buttocks, “help me, mhm? Do you want to help me reach it?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“That’s my good toy”, he praises and kisses your cheek, “cover your fingers in your blood and feed it to me.”

You follow his orders happily, reaching behind yourself to drag your fingers through the mess your bodies make between your legs. More. You bury two of your fingers in your pussy even if his cock is already taking so much of you. 

“Yes”, he growls, throbbing deep inside, “oh, so tight”, he sighs under his breath, tilting his head back as a guttural moan leaves him. 

You slip your fingers out, staring at them with teary eyes. They are so messy, covered in thick blood. Taehyung stares at them as well, tightening his grip on your body as his hips chases your heat. 

Your eyes meet. 

He sticks his tongue out. Fangs appeared on his lower teeth as well, glistening in the lights. 

“Tae”, you whimper and press your fingers down on his tongue. 

He growls and closes his mouth around them, rolling his eyes back in bliss. He doesn’t bother closing his lids, keeping them open halfway to give view of his ruined state. He growls and moans, growls and moans, sucks, thrusts his hips and whimpers. His once deep, demonic voice switches into the highest, most desperate squeak and seconds later you feel him filling you with his hot cum. 

You are so sensitive that even his cum painting your walls feels like too much. You drop your head on his shoulder, losing your every strength as Taehyung pumps you full of his orgasm. 

Your fingers slip out of his mouth once he has to gasp for air.  

“Oh heavens”, he lets out, lifting you off his cock just to drop you atop his lap. His cun squirts everywhere instantly. 

He wraps his arms around you tightly, shuddering in his intense afterglow, “oh my darling”, he breathes, burying his face deep in the crook of your shoulder, “how are you doing?”

“I don’t know”, you whimper, “Sir, please don’t let go.”

Taehyung hugs you tighter, soothing your trembles with tender hands running over your body. 

“I am right here, my darling. Oh, how well you did. How proud I am of you”, he speaks sweetly, washing away the aches from your heart.

Sex like tonight often times leaves you feeling embarrassed and disgusted at yourself. You can’t explain it and it isn’t your lovers’ fault. It is just hard to accept that you let yourself go in such ways once the ecstatic pleasure clears from your mind. If Taehyung would let go of you right now, you would have an actual mental breakdown. You need his comfort like you need air. 

And Taehyung knows that you need it. He is shaken himself, feeling ruined from the sex and dizzy from the blood high. He needs to hold and be held just as much as you do, but he is also aware that you need so much more comfort than he does. 

“You did so well”, and so he praises you, kisses your shoulder and sways you gently, “you are so precious and worthy of so much love. Oh darling, how much I love you.”

You release a trembling breath and with it so much pressure on your heart. Taehyung soothes the aches in your neck with a gentle hand, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as his whispers continue. 

“I am so blessed, my sweetest darling. Thank you so much for giving me a right to your beautiful body. Oh, how I want to spend every remaining second of this day worshipping it.”

You giggle. Warmth fills Taehyung’s heart. He helped you through the hardest part of coming back. He chuckles with you, turning your head gently to press a kiss to your cheek and next your closed eyelid. You scrunch your face, chasing him with a happy giggle shaking your shoulders.

He giggles as well, smiling against your skin. 

“My good girl”, he whispers, pecking your cheek, “my sweetest darling. Mhm, my sweet ___.”

“Tae”, you sigh, nudging his cheek with your nose before lifting your head to meet his eyes. You are basically glowing in happiness, “Tae…”

“Yes, my darling?”

“Thank you”, you say and scrunch your nose, “I feel so good.”

“Yes?” he smiles, cupping your cheek, “I feel good as well, my darling. You make me so proud.”

You giggle, leaning into his palm. You close your eyes and sigh, letting your shoulders fall in relaxation.

“Should we take a shower, my darling?” he offers. 

“Yeah”, you nod your head, peeling your eyes open. You snicker, cupping his cheeks, “you’re so dirty. Oh god, Tae there’s blood everywhere.”

“I know, it’s wonderful”, he says and smiles playfully, “I hope that is just your period. I made sure to be careful, but you were so tender today.”

“You were perfect. It didn’t hurt at all”, you assure him and wiggle your shoulders, “I’m so happy. I really like it when you are rough with me and this was perfect.”

“Yes, yes it was perfect for me as well”, Taehyung says and hugs you close. He stands up with you in his arms, “I shall take care of you and then we shall find sleep in the library.”

“Yes, wow”, you gasp, “can you read me a story then?”

“I will read you not one, but two stories my darling”, he says, making you giggle and snuggle closer. 

“Maybe three?”

“Of course, oh what a question. I will read you even four stories.”

“Wow”, you snicker and squeeze him gently, “I’m happy.”

Taehyung smiles, bouncing you in his arms gently to tighten his grip.

“I’m happy as well, darling”, he tells you, making a promise to himself to dedicate tonight solely to your happiness.

He will do an amazing job. He is your perfect darling after all.

[clone-whore-99]

*slides $900 In Monopoly money over*

Got any sub!Tech and Dom!femreader in the back?

Behave

Sub!Tech x Dom!F!Reader

Rating: 18+, this page is only for adults

Warnings: Dom/sub relationship, restraints, blindfolds, safewords, oral (M! Receiving), edging, teasing, orgasm denial, light slapping, biting, unprotected PiV, not proof or beta read cuz I wanted this up before Tech Tuesday ended LMK if I missed any (✿◡‿◡)

Authors Note: *pockets the money* your wish is my command. Okay, I wrote this really quick and I do hope it lives up to your expectations. I am mainly a sub myself, so it was a fun challenge to write this as a dom instead. Hope you like it!

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The waiting. The anticipation. Never knowing when or where the next touch was going to come from. That was probably the worst part for Tech… And the most exciting.

Once again, Tech found himself completely naked and sprawled out on a bed. His hands were cuffed to the headboard above his head and his vision was obstructed by a blindfold.

This soldier was completely at your mercy.

Your hand barely caressed his cheek, but it was enough for a visible shiver to run down his body.

“Have you thought about what you did?” Your voice sounded like poisoned bristlemelon. Sweet, but deadly.

“Yes.” Tech replied, his voice restraining to hide his desperation. “And I deeply apologize.” 

Not letting him off that easily, you lightly tucked at his restraints. A sign for him to continue talking.

Tech let out a shaky breath. For such a genius, he could be oblivious at times. But this time, he was certain about what he did wrong. “I am sorry for having interrupted you, my dear. I will do better next time.”

Good. He’s learning.

You got up and walked towards the other end of the bed, your finger lightly tracing his bare skin on the way. “We both know you won’t. But that’s why I am here. Safeword?”

Your hand was inching closer to where he wanted it the most, closer to the inside of his thigh, closer to the only part of him that wasn’t lying down. 

“I won’t need it.” He was trying so hard to hide the desperation in his voice, but lost all composure when you pulled your hand away. With a desperate gasp, his hips shot up from the bed, looking for the much needed touch you denied him. 

You lightly slapped his hip, making him lie flat on the bed again. “That’s not how this works, love. If you want me, I need to know it. Now, safeword?”

“Macrofuser.”

Of course that was his safeword. You smirked to yourself and the weight of the bed by Tech's feet shifted, as you finally settled in.

“Good boy,” You praised, with a kiss to his thigh as a reward. His stiff cock twitched in response, needy and already dripping with precum. 

You had made sure he was all riled up, by the time you cuffed and blindfolded him. And you had made him wait for what probably felt like forever to him, every now and then making small sounds and touches to keep him aroused.

He had been good. Only begged to be touched once, when you used a loud toy near him, to pleasure yourself. He deserved a little treat.

With one hand on his thigh, inching slightly closer to his hard member, the tip of your fingers on the other hand brushed against his shaft. 

This was enough for the clone to let out a loud moan, his hips bucking into the air.

“Easy now, soldier, you want this to last, don’t you?” You asked, your voice a mix of humor and danger.

“Ah yes, apologies.” Tech’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, all his energy and focus was spent on you and your touches.

Your fingers kept running up and down his shaft, not fully grasping and stroking it, but enough to keep him whimpering and needy. Your other hand abandoned his thigh to cup and massage his balls.

The small sounds he made was like music to your ears. You loved this. The genius who never shut up, completely at your mercy. All his thoughts had been replaced by you and his voice turned into an instrument that only you could play so beautifully.

It was hard for you to control your own need, when he was completely displayed like this and his body begging for yours.

Leaning over, you replaced your fingers with your tongue, placing it flat on the base and running it up the shaft, all the way to his head. You ran your tongue in circles around his tip, before completely engulfing him in your mouth.

It was impossible to fit all of him, without choking yourself. He was long and girthy, with a slight curve to it. Every time you sucked him off, it would turn into a sloppy mess - and this time was no exception.

A mixture of precum and spit was running down the part your mouth couldn’t reach, working as lube for your hand, which was now fully grasping and working his shaft.

It didn’t take long for Tech to lose what little control he had left, for his legs to do little kicks in an attempt to ground himself, for his hips to buck him deeper into your mouth to chase his high and for his whimpers to turn into full blown moans.

You let this go on for just a little bit longer, just long enough for his balls to tighten, for him to nearly cum - and then you pulled away.

Tech cried out in frustration, his legs and hips still moving in the hopes of creating enough friction to carry him the rest of the way. Though he felt his high slip away, like sand between fingers.

You waited a bit, watching to make sure he wasn’t actually in any real distress or discomfort. Once assured of this, you patted his thigh to calm him down, while clicking your tongue in tsk-tsk sound. “You know love, if you want to cum, you need to behave.”

“It was a natural reaction, I had little to no cont-”

The sound of skin hitting skin interrupted him, as your hand landed on his thigh in a slap - not enough to truly hurt him, but enough to leave a mark. 

“No excuses,” You ordered.

With a defeated sigh, your genius apologized once more, keeping it short and direct. And with no explanations added to it.

“Better,” you praised, your hand caressing the skin that was just slapped. Then you pushed yourself further up the bed, climbing his slim frame and leaving a trail of licks, kisses and bite marks on your way.

With a last playful bite to his neck, you sighed contently. “Oh Tech, whatever shall I do with you? An exceptional man in every way, and yet you still don’t know how to follow orders.”

A smirk appeared across the soldiers lips, a rare but welcoming sight. “I suppose we just have to continue these lessons, until I do.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this.” You chuckled, as you began lining yourself up with him.

Everytime his head just graced your lips, Tech gasped in anticipation, his whole body stiffened and shivered, waiting for the glorious feeling of being inside of you.

You lowered yourself onto him, throwing your head back in a moan of ecstasy. It didn’t matter how many times you’d experience this, he always stretched you perfectly and hit all the right spots. It was like the two of you were made for each other.

Tech always managed to hit that special spot, deep inside you, that made you see stars in no time.

As you began moving, finding the right rhythm and pace, the two of you moaned in harmony, creating music like no other.

Knowing that Tech wouldn’t last long after everything you’d put him through, you began rubbing rough circles on your own clit and teasing your own nipples, to hurry your own orgasm along the way.

Tech smiled knowingly, feeling your hand against his pelvis, he knew you were working to make the two of you orgasm at the same time. He was also, between moans, stuttering the components to different metals, trying to keep himself from cumming without your permission.

In any other situation, you would have punished him for this, but you were so close yourself, that you were willing to let it go. Especially since Tech was pushing his cock even further inside of you and making it twitch in the most delicious way.

You leaned over and left open mouthed kisses on his neck, before whispering in his ear: “Cum with me, my love.” An order you did not have to repeat.

Tech’s head was thrown back in ecstasy so hard, his blindfold flew off. The groan he let out vibrated through your body, as ropes of his seeds shot deep into you.

The feeling was overpowering for you too, making you bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself from getting too loud. Your hands dug into his skin and he was struggling against his restraints. 

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through the both of you, a seemingly never ending high.

You collapsed on top of him, gasping for air, as his cock began going soft inside of you.

But your job wasn’t done yet.

Reaching up, you freed the soldier from his restraints and helped him put his goggles back on. You placed your hands on his cheeks, caressing them gently.

“How are you doing? You did so well, you were so good. Do you need anything? Water? Food?”

An exhausted chuckle escaped the genius' lips, as he wrapped his heavy arms around you, holding you against him.

“Just let me hold you for a while, okay?” He whispered against your head.

“If that's what you want,” You agreed, resting against him.

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[soopiroth]

super tips with soup #2 - taking care of big things while regressed!

Hi, everyone! It's Soup, back at it again with the super duper tips, by a regressor, for regressors! Today, it's all about taking care of big tasks you have to take care of while regressed! Let's get into it!

Disclaimer, this is based on my own experiences! I'm not sure how well this will apply to baby regressors, as I don't slip that far down, but these are my own methods, broken down!

Analyze Your Task!

Big tasks have varying difficulties. Sometimes, it's just as simple as preparing a bit of food. Other times, it's homework, or dishes, or taking care of your own medical needs. Different tasks take different amounts of physical and mental effort!

Physical Tasks: Keep It Fun!

For many physical-leaning tasks, you might be able to stay regressed. For example, cleaning and other housechores can often be done while regressed. So can exercise. With tasks like these, especially long ones, make it fun for yourself! Put on some music! Count your clothes as you fold them! Make lots of bubbles while cleaning your bathroom (but don't mix unsafe chemicals)! Give your exercises fun names and do less traditional exercises, maybe even making up some of your own! Can you think of more ways to have fun doing tasks like these?

Mental Tasks: Know Your Limits!

In my case, regression impacts my state of mind but not what I already know and how I know how to apply it. For others, they may find they can't apply their knowledge as well as they could when not regressed. Don't push yourself too hard to do something beyond you in that moment.

For mental tasks, you can also keep it fun! If you need to read, try reading aloud or asking someone to read to you. Warm-up for your big homework by doing some little worksheets beforehand to get you ready for more things.

Important Tasks: Don't Risk It (Unless You Know What you're Doing)!

For some tasks, like driving or tax forms, you may not want to risk doing them while regressed unless absolutely necessary, like in the case of perma-regressors. I recommend being absolutely grounded before doing any important or dangerous task while regressed. If worse comes to worst, see the "Yikes! Pulling Yourself From Regression?" section. You can also ask for help. See "Asking For Help!"

Masking: Sometimes, You Gotta Do It, Unfortunately!

I hate to mask, but sometimes, you have to, especially in a situation you think may be risky to regress in. Some tasks require interacting with others when you don't wish to come off as childish. This is especially impactful when your regression is involuntary or difficult to rein in once it's begun. Some tasks require only brief masking before you can go back to being alone, but others require long stretches of masking. If possible, consider purposefully regressing only when you feel like you'll be safe to. However, I know full and well that it isn't as easy as that. Sometimes, it involves restraining your regression.

Holding Back Regression!

Sometimes, you really have to push back against your regression and resist it in some scenarios. When this happens, reassure yourself that you can regress later. Make specific plans for when you want to regress, if that helps. "Microdose" on regression in brief during breaks you have from your big tasks, if it's possible. Keeping yourself in a big headspace is hard, but it is possible.

Yikes! Pulling Yourself From Regression?

In some worst-case (or just bad-case) scenarios, you may find you have to stop regressing entirely, for those of us who have some amount of control over how we regress. In instances like these, you may find it necessary to snap yourself out of regression. For me, doing the big tasks by brute force is enough to snap me out of it sometimes, but at other times, I need a little outside help or pressure, such as being around others. I've also found myself easily snapped out by funny things out of context, making dumb jokes with friends, or discussing more serious topics. These may or may not help you. For ways to purposefully take yourself out of regression, I would suggest thinking about ways you've accidentally taken yourself out of regression, and then applying them in a more purposeful way. If you're a flip or have an internal sort of CG aspect to your inner monologue to help take care of yourself while regressed, try honing in on it.

Staying On Task: Bring A Buddy!

Sometimes, staying on task can be very difficult while regressed. You may find yourself more easily distracted than usual. When I have to do tasks like this, sometimes I bring a toy friend and place it nearby to be my "overseer." My Sephiroth plushie or my Yuffie plushie tend to fill this role. You can also bring a person friend, if you'd like, which falls nicely into our next topic...

Asking For Help!

Sometimes, someone else can help you with your tasks in many different ways. You can ask for encouragement/motivation from a friend. You can ask someone that you trust to help you with a physically or mentally engaging task. There are many more ways you can ask for help, and oftentimes, these are very useful in preventing one from having to totally pull themself from regression.

Reward Yourself For A Job Well-Done!

When everything's over and your tasks are all done, you deserve a treat for good work! Play your favorite game, give yourself a sticker, or ask someone you trust for a bit of praise. There are plenty of other ways to reward yourself, too. Even if you got out of the task tired and feeling bad and like you didn't do good enough, you got through it! So you do deserve a little treat.

Take Breaks!

For long tasks, make sure you take breaks if/when possible! It'll keep you from burnout!

Have a nap, play a game, set timers/alarms for when you should take a break!

Did You Read It All? Nice Job!

Those are all of my tips. As per usual, feel free to leave your own additions in the comments, reblogs, or asks. I'm always down to take feedback on if there's anything I should add or change! I'm also open to taking suggestions for things to write more super tips on!

With all that being said...

Thanks For Reading!

See you all next time! Good luck with your tasks and chores!

[biblicallyaccurateangeloncrack]

Genshin and hsr characters as pinned messages (out of context) from discord servers with my friends: a shitpost

(uhhh cw some nsfw jokes and cuss words)

wriothesley: "i do not want an alpha transformation happening rn "

march to danheng: "my coquette lungs are better than your emo lungs"

hu tao: *ghostly voice* "oooooogly boogly why'd you skadoodly me?"

xiao, learning how to spell: "i lvove elmo music"

childe: "he is in my feet"

klee: "yeah my grandma's actually kim kardashian"

bronya to cocolia when she got sick as a kid: "Mother please carry me outside before to see the sky one last time before the consumption takes hold of my body and soul"

hu tao: " "weenis", said eerily"

bennett: "THE SANDWHICH TOOK ME OUT"

blade: "that link is longer than my plans for the future"

serval: "i pledge allegiance to the american bra"

itto: "i am in heat growls the summer has come and i am in heat growls"

zhongli: "*old man voice* when i was your age i fought kids"

stelle/caelus: "when i was my age i eated drywall"

fu xuan: "JING YUAN ILL SNIPPERS YOU UP IF YOU DONT STOP WITH THIS GOOBEROUS SHIT"

diluc, about venti: "i like to prentend he was a fever dream i came with at 4am"

fréminet, trying to speak french: "they said Lyney tu dumbass"

sampo: "I think Luka would beat up Luka while Luka watches. and then Luka would join in and beat the living daylight out of Luka"

silver wolf, about blade: "ppl with lactose intolerance boutta have their 2nd period ongomg"

kayea and rosaria: "we're a match made in the deep dark depths of the abyssal caves in fuck knows where"

jingliu: "am i.........one of those queers........."

yanquing: "shout-out to my home dawg Charles aka history teacher for dropping this wisdom on me"

shinobu: "itto if you say anything penis related you are banned"

ayaka as a kid: ""please take me to the garden so that way i can see the shining sun for the last time before my frail body decomposes with the disease known as ligma""

lyney: "imagine Neuvillette seeing a bunch of orphans blow up infront of him"

yoimiya: "are you really friends if you dont have matching vagina bracelets ??"

wriothesley: "My name is actually marlinus maximilianus Merlin guys"

caelus/stelle: " *bites your toes playfully* "

Pompom: "i eat gender for dinner"

xiao: "is life without endless pain and suffering only for it all to end leaving nothing but emptiness and all your suffering being just for the entertainment of the entity that we call god. an entity who is the real reason as to why we humans end up hurting others, for pain and suffereing is nothing but an endless spiral no matter how hard you try."

kafka, messing with blade: "do you like the gay foot"

yanfei: "YOU CANT LET IT GO LET IT GO YOUR WAY OUT OF A RESTRAINING ORDER"

kokomi: "DEMENTED DOLPHIN"

Furina: "they oui oui'd me"

shenhe: "the cld never bothered me anywa......."

kiara: "agressive meow"

ganyu: "are you a tree cause i wanna eat you"

dainsleif: "while youre kissing you bf or whatever ill be watching in the walls"

venti: "I FART ON PLANES"

scaramouche: "childe I will shave you bald"

itto: "perry plaptypussy"

seele, in response to hook's drawing: "10/10 Einstein could never"

razor, to bennett: "I WILL LICK YOU TO SLEEP"

sucrose, about to collect more bones: "*deranged loud breathing*"

kequing, to half of liyue: "SHUT UP COLOR WHEEL"

cyno: "genderfluid people's favorite song is liquid smooth"

kequing: "the feminine urge to beat up your coworkers with a stick"

dehya: "i piss on biphobes" kaveh: "but what if they have a piss kink..."

albedo: "he looks like a failed science project"

baizhu: "blowjob? nah, blownose"

silver wolf: "story time, honkai star rail made me leave my brother at a gas station and i do not regret SHIT"

blade: "if i end this year without killing myself its a miracle"

columbina: "btw dead bodies take less space if you bury them like theyre standing up"

zhongli: " *cracks back and walks away leaving a trail of dust behind"

@muachiro @geetkk @veimwah @etherific @zohakutenstan

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for only caring about a specific thing and nothing else?

i'm 19 if it matters, and i absolutely love art in all its forms. painting, drawing, music, writing, architecture, design, movies, and so much more. truly anything you can think of, even if i have favorites. "art" is a bit of a loose definition to me but you get the idea

i love discussing art and learning more about it, as well as making things myself (i draw and write). this expands to consuming art as well, like books or movies, so they often come up in conversations too.

here's the issue: it's all i care about and i have a hard time caring about anything else*

(*i have other interests but they pale in comparison and they're a lot more volatile)

problem #1: when i have to talk about an unrelated subject (especially if none of my other interests align.) i put some effort to act interested, sometimes it's easy and sometimes it's insanely difficult, but either way i feel like it's obvious i'm faking it. i don't always have the energy to try pretending either, and it makes me feel like an asshole.

problem #2: nobody cares about it as much as i do. it's really upsetting when others don't show as much enthusiasm, even worse if i get ignored. it hurts so much i sometimes have to distance myself from the person. it's usually brief, but i've had to cut off some people for good because i felt so ignored by them i couldn't bear it.

problem #3: ever heard of the sentence "there's a time and place for everything"? i physically have to restrain myself from mentioning it even during serious moments (like when a friend is venting and i'm popping an artery trying not to go "this is just like this one comic-") and i've even done it in the past when i was less self aware.

look i kind of try to do damage control because i understand not everyone is as enthusiastic about art as i am, but still my behavior is... excessive. i'm being a big baby by only wanting to talk about what i want and getting upset when i don't get my way. my friends seem to understand it's important to me even if they can't always comply to my absurdities, and my therapist says it's good i'm so passionate about art, but i can't help but feel like an asshole for the way i act

What are these acronyms?

[xstarlightxstarbrightx]

Kaeya headcanons

i'm speedrunning this before work while my breakfast is cooking so BEAR WITH ME, i have SO MANY thoughts on my bbgrl

current list of h/c's: - ice skater kaeya, i will die on this hill. will have a post abt that one day b/c there's so much to it that i want to scream abt and Thoughts (tm) to be had (like him getting flustered??? OUGH i need to restrain myself) - speaking of flustered, he's really good at keeping his cool (pun fully intended, fight me) and he typically is the one who CAUSES the flustering. smooth af and KNOWS it - he likes to cause chaos and mayhem. a bit of a gremlin. mischievous man. perhaps a tad prankster in his bones. playful teasing bastard and has a lot of fun w/ it. - cold hands. nothing more. - when push comes to shove, Kaeya's the guy w/ the plan. like genuinely he's incredibly strategic and has the main plan, and like two or three back up plans. it's not even like an anxiety thing he just wants to be prepared, and he makes them up pretty last minute. - he's kind of an assassin-style character, y'know? not as much of a main fighter as he is a sneaky backstabber. roguish and charming but can and will yeet u type deal right??? - LOYAL to a GODDAMN FAULT. i TRULY believe this man's loyalty is unshakeable. like he'd do anything to the people he cherishes the most. and if he perceives u as a threat??? a threat to the things he cares about?????? ur on the list now and there's no escape. - incredibly perceptive! like he's really good at getting information from people already, but i feel like that just makes it a lot easier for him to notice when Something Is Up. it's hard to catch him unawares. - kaeya's great and i love him but he doesn't love himself and i'm sorry this man definitely feels like he's got really bad self esteem. Like he KNOWS he can get shit done, but he has a hard time believing that anyone likes him and probably has trust issues b/c of it. - i also feel like he doesn't like the spotlight? like specifically Kaeya; if he needs to put on a persona for the spotlight, it doesn't phase him bc he's good at hiding behind a persona. but the moment Actual Kaeya gets spotlight he's like a bit of a mess and nervous and would just rathe people enjoy themselves. essentially just doesn't want the spotlight. - abandonment issues. i don't need to explain this one. - kaeya puts on the air of an anti-hero but he's a quiet paragon himself. literally helps people out of habit and while he jokes abt it he doesn't actually expect anything in return and literally forgets he helped ppl bc it's just so engrained in his brain. - epitome of "sorry i had feelings, i'll replace em w/ jokes right away" - not the best cook tbh? like he can make some GOOD snacks (chicken mushroom skewers, a fried egg, simple stuff like that) but ask him to cook actual meals and he's at a loss for food prep and has no idea how to time everything in the dish. - emotionally available but only for other ppl. cannot and will not express his own emotions bc of aforementioned anxieties; but u wanna talk to him abt shit? he's all ears and will comfort u like a bbgrl. - this is less of a h/c but actually canon, and that's just that Kaeya's lonely. i genuinely think he wants to be around ppl but he feels like they wouldn't like the real him :(( - on that note, i WILL say that, despite his playfulness, this man is a romantic at heart??? like he probably LOVES poetry and writing and music, and the only reason he makes light of it is b/c he thinks it's funny and also to make people underestimate him. he would probably die for the opera performances in Fontaine tbh. OKAY,,, i've gotta hurry up and wrap this post bc i have work soon but please here thank u this is my bbgrl kaeya i love him so much. he has been in my main party since day one and like i'm beyond attached to this lil shit, like PLEASE HIS VOICELINES ARE SO GOOD. i will talk more abt my kaelumi h/c's and explain how things go in my "canon", b/c i'm trying to go in order of how all the poly met each other. WHICH means that Zhongli's next!!! b/c ofc i'm going to scream abt him, my friend's playing his archon quest and letting me watch it again and i'm taking so many notes its not even FUNNY.

[godfistgonnalive]

please ramble as hard as you can about pruita I need to hear what you have to say about them

grabs you by the shoulders very roughly.

ok. my favorite flavor of pruita is utterly unrequited. cuz its very funny to me. my fav thing to do is listen to music and think about unrequited pruita like L imagine 😹😹but also its kind of sad and i like how its sad but also funny

like think about the prussia cleaning game like omg.... he loves him.... its so silly.......

PRUSSIA STROKED IN HAPPINESS! WHAT THE FUCK! GAY!

and he literally was imaginging them like together on some sort of boat idk what its called like ugh

and the fucking BLOG. ive already posted these before but. my god.

he likes him so much....... its unbelievable........

like are you serious. he so very obviously has a crush on him THERES SO MUCH PROOF OF IT AND [im trying to restrain myself here from being salty about prucan shippers so i will stop myself here.]

ok im racking my brain to try and think of what to say rn cuz as much as i say i wanna talk about my ships i know deep down in my heart i dont have much to say that i can turn into coherent thoughts.

back to my thoughts and not canon content. unrequited pruita. like ok you know that hetalia itself is just gerita fanfiction. like i love gerita. who doesnt. and thats where it comes in in my version of pruita. like prussia is so in love with italy and italys like omggg germanyyyy :3 like. oh my gfod can i talk about the songs i associate with them. the answer is yes i cant be stopped.

ok puppy princess by hot freaks. fucking UGH. unrequited big fat crush ANTHEM right here.

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. prussia is the goofy friend... prussia loves italy...... and italy loves germany........ my goodness.........

NO OTHER HEART BY MAC DEMARCO. THIS IS LITERALLY PRUITA.

i love gerita truth pruita so much but not in the love triangle way like i mean thats what it sounds like but its more like a fucked up triangle like

it doesnt connect all the way... cuz in love triangles dont they usually like compete!>>! like prussia loves italy but in my pruita brain he wouldnt like.. actually really try to get with italy while he knew that germany was trying to get with him.... you know.... he wouldnt do that to his brother..... so he just keeps his crush to himself.... rip.... and thats the fun of it ! ! ! he yearns but he'll never have him... love that

LOVERS ROCK. BY TV GIRL. THIS ONE LYRIC. JESUS CHRIST.

TRYING TO SELL YOU SOMETHING THAT YOU ALREADY HAVE. UGH.

AND LOOKING OUT FOR YOU BY JOY AGAIN. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS.

IM GONNA GO CRAZY!

and peach scone. by hobo johnson.

ltierally every time... prussia calls italy cute.... god......

now. onto requited pruita.

i think theyre silly cute so much so much :3 :3 :3 hold on gotta check pixiv so i can formulate thoughts. ok like i mostly think about prussia's side of things when it comes to required pruita but in my opinion prussia is CRAZY about that man. jesus christ. and italy thinks hes super silly and loves him 🫶🫶🫶 HOLD ON I SHOULD FILL OUT ONE OF THOSE UNDERSTAND NMY SHIP THINGS HOLD ONNNNNN

got a little lazy but you understand.

i think thats all i have to say . i feel like i didnt really say much just put images and then said something along the lines of "jesus christ" or "what the fuck" but i think you undestand. thank you for asking. PEACE AND LOVE!

ALSO WAIT I HAVE MORE. i LOVE gerita marriage. they are so married. and i love thinking about prussia watching the boy hes had a big fat crush on for god knows how long get married to his brother. LMAO! and hes like crying like hes happy for his brother,... but oh man........ LMAOOOOO

i love prussia so much. make him suffer now

ok thanks for reading :heart:

edit:i just realized onm the height thing onm the ship chart i forgot to put 6 CM and instead put 6 M. oops

[nackrosor]

"Lady Strange"

Part 1/?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x metalhead!Reader

Warnings: uhm, none yet I think

Series general plot: heavy metal is one of your biggest passions and you like to express yourself by wearing heavy makeup and mostly black clothes, chains and spikes. Your parents however force you to hide your personality because they care about keeping up pretenses and don't want people to label you as a freak. Something or someone unexpected might come in your life and shake things up. ;)

Chapter synopsis: Robin introduces you to her new group of friends.

Word count: 3,4k.

-PART 2 -

[A/n: okay so, this time I want to challenge myself with (hopefully) a longish series. I'm still planning things out (I don't know how many chapters I'll write, yet. I'm also still considering whether to make y/n a plus size reader or leave it generic; you could actually help me on this one by telling me what you'd prefer. Anywaaaay, this is only the introducing chapter so there's not much happening but I hope it intrigues you enough to make you come back for the next part. Ah, one last thing before you read; keep in mind that for the sake of this story I had and I'll have to change some details from the original plot of ST. All that said, go ahead and enjoy!!! xxx]

Heavy combat boots fall hard on the ground, your o-rings chain clinking against the metal buckle of your leather belt marking each one of your steps as you walk down the stairs of your porch and move on the sidewalk. Heavy metal music blasts at high volume in your ears from your worn out headphones, head tilting slightly back and forth in a hardly restrained headbanging while the song hits one of your all time favorite breakdowns.

Nothing empowers you more than listening to the high pitched electric guitars singing their heavy melodies accompanied by the chest-filling sound of the bass guitar and the rushed banging of the drums while you take your daily walk down the street. And today it feels particularly reinvigorating after you have been confined to your room for three whole weeks, no empowering walks for you except the one to reach the school and come back home right after, though you wouldn't exactly call it 'empowering'. In fact, it's the complete opposite of it. It feels degrading and you despise it. Yes, you absolutely hate going to school. Not because of the place per sé, you're a good student and have never particularly struggled with studying or getting good grades. Nor for your schoolmates who barely even glance at you. No, it's because of how you are forced to pretend you are someone you're not when you're there, because you're obliged to put on a good Christian girl face, clean from any impure makeup and wear the most plain of clothes your mother purposely chose for you so you can show everyone how completely normal you are. Definitely not a freak who listens to 'satanic music' or hides her face under dark heavy makeup and only wears black with the exception of silver chains and jewelry. You're not allowed to express your true self at school, nor during any big public event. Your parents can only accept what they call your eccentricities - but even then not without resentment - when you're at home or in places where no one who knows them can recognise you. "Hard to find such a place in a small city like Hawkins", you have always pointed out to them, also stressing out the fact that literally no one in town would be able to tell who you are when you're hiding under such a heavy make up and completely different clothes from those you are used to wearing in public. 

Only with time and a long series of reiterated assurances and promises, you have successfully ripped out a grant from them, that allows you to go out for a walk, wearing your favorite black lipstick or one of your spiked chokers, or hang out with your friends showing off your latest band tee or ripped jeans. You had to assure them to make your friends promise not to tell their own parents about your... quirks. As if there ever was the need to. You only have one friend who can truly be considered as such and a bunch of acquaintances and every single one of them accepts you for who you are, unlike your parents. 

"Y/N!!!"

You stop in your tracks when you hear a familiar voice call your name, screaming so loud that it even exceeds the chaos in your headphones. Before you can turn around, you feel two strong arms wrap around your middle and engulf you in a bear hug, making you gasp. 

"I'm so happy to see you!!" Robin screams excitedly, jumping up and down, arms squeezing around your stomach. Your headphones slip from your head, coming down to graze the ground, held up by the wire and hovering in the air. 

"Jesus! Robin-", a choked sound comes out of your throat as you try your best to keep your feet planted on the ground. "I'm about to puke." 

"Oh fu- sorry!"

She instantly lets you go, flashing you an apologetic smile when you turn around to face her, hunched forward as you catch your breathing. 

"Don't do that ever again!" You warn her, hands drawing comforting circle patterns on your sore tummy, while you eye her obliquely. 

"I'm sorry, I'm just too excited! I'm so so happy to see you!"

"Rob-" you sigh, failing however to repress a smile, "we've seen each other this morning in front of school".

"Yeah, barely! You had to run to class and I was running late for work. We couldn’t chat! And I missed you so much! When was the last time we hung out? Friday the 8th? God, that was ages ago! I know your parents are strict but hot damn, they really have overreacted this time..."

"Yeah, tell me about it..." you scoff, rolling your eyes. The last face off with your parents which resulted in you being grounded for almost a month and in not being allowed to use the telephone until only yesterday, had originated from the stupidest of reasons. They punished you because you dared put a light layer of red lipstick to go to school. Unbelievable, right? Yeah, you can still feel the rage boiling inside your veins at the thought of the particularly heated discussion such a triviality has caused. 

Robin sympathetically rubs your shoulder, showing you an upside down smile. You sigh heavily, brushing off the memory with a shake of your head and return her smile, squeezing her in a side hug. "Don't worry about it."

Robin knows how problematic your relationship with your parents is. She is the only real friend you have, after all. Being social and getting to know people is already a hard ordeal for you but doing it while feeling like you're split in two, having to hide a huge part of your personality, is ten thousand times more difficult. Wearing plain clothes, no make up, keeping your hair simple, basically following all the stupid rules your parents made up to keep pretenses and show how good and totally normal their daughter is, makes you feel like you're lying to people and you hate that feeling. It prevents you from even approaching any of your school mates and having a chat. What would you talk about? You can't share your passions and hobbies with normies, they would immediately call you a freak. The 'freaks' on the other hand, wouldn't look your way not even by chance. After all, you look like any other goodie two-shoes that considers them devil's worshippers, so why would they talk to you? As a result, you are always by yourself when Robin is not around, especially now that she’s graduated.

"Oh!!!" 

Robin's face lights up as she gasps like she has remembered something important all of a sudden and she instantly grabs your hand, turns around and starts to drag you the other way. 

"Wait-" 

You fumble with the wire in an attempt to pick up your headphones with your free hand while also trying to keep her hurried pace and not trip on your own feet. "Where are we going?" 

"I can finally introduce you to my new friends! Oh I'm so happy!!! You'll love them!"

"Shit, Rob! I'm not ready-" 

You protest in a groan, already feeling a bubble of nerves threatening to close your stomach at the idea of meeting new people. Robin however keeps dragging you, hand practically seared around yours while she raves about each member of this new group of friends she has made and has only been able to mention to you in the past few days. Except for a few names that ring a bell, you literally have no idea who she's talking about. 

"They're gonna love you too!!! Especially the kids, they'll think you're so cool! Oh and Eddie! He'll think you're the coolest!" 

That name sounds way too familiar to you. You don’t know a lot of Eddies, especially not being around your age. Only one pops up in your mind, his face making you shiver involuntarily. But there’s no way That Eddie is actually part of the group, right? You don't know him well, you have barely spoken a word to each other in one of the classes you attend together but you have always fantasized about talking to him, entering his circle and befriending him. He is one of the few people you know listens to the same music you love. When you saw him for the first time, wearing his jeans jacket with a big Dio patch sewn on its back, you wanted so badly to run to him and rant about how you love the band and how happy you were to know that someone else besides you knows them. All you did that time however was scream internally and gawk at him from afar, just like you still do every time you cross him in the halls or at lunch. 

When you notice Robin has stopped walking, you are standing right in front of a quite large group of people. You nervously throw a glance at each new or familiar face, until your eyes meet with Eddie's and a wave of chills runs through your whole body, making the hairs stand on your arms. It really is Eddie Munson. How could Robin omit this essential detail?

"Guys, this is Y/N!" Robin announces excitedly, flaunting her hands at you to show you off. "Y/N, this is...Nancy, Max, Steve… well, you know Steve already, Dustin, Lucas and Eddie!" 

"Hi", you manage to say in a feeble voice, lightly nodding your head while your eyes swiftly pass from smiling face to less smiling face, coming again to a halt on Eddie's. His gaze is roaming up and down your figure, hovering over your fishnet covered legs and your spiked choker circling your neck, before setting on your face. 

"Y/L/N?" his brows furrow, head tilting to the side as he squints at you. 

"Munson...", you acknowledge him with a nod and a small smile, trying to suppress the somersault he has caused in your stomach by saying your name. He remembers who you are? How's that possible? 

"You know each other?" Robin asks, quizzically looking between the two of you, a dangerous glint flickering in her eyes. 

"We share one or two classes, that's all", you mutter as calmly as you can manage, twirling the wire of your headphones around your fingers in a nervous tic. 

"I can barely recognize you...", he takes a second thorough look at you, eyebrows rising to his hairline, "...are you sure you're really Y/L/N?"

"She's the real Y/N!" Robin chimes in, throwing an arm around your shoulders. She smiles at you proudly and you smile thankfully back at her. "The one you see at school is not her... I mean it's still her but not really her, you know? She doesn't like to wear those plain ass clothes at all, she's forced to look like that so people won't think she's a freak!" She stops abruptly, wide eyes darting from you to Eddie, "not that you're freaks! What I mean is that her paren-"

"We get it, Rob. Don't worry", you pipe in to save your friend but also to stop her from blurting out your family issues in front of everyone.   

When you turn back to face Eddie he is staring at you, a soft frown on his face. He looks like he's about to say something but he's preceded by someone's bored voice coming from the back of the group. 

"Weren't we headed somewhere?" 

"Oh, shit!" Robin gasps, turning back to face you with a wide smile, "we were going to the mall for a quick errand. You're coming with us, right? Right??" 

She tugs at your arm, pouting like a child asking her mother for a new toy, eyelashes batting at you. 

You shake your head with a knowing smile before throwing a quick glance at Eddie. His gaze is still set on your face, big brown eyes beaming at you. Would he like it if you went along with them? You wonder. 

"Alright", you concede eventually, causing Robin to grin and flush you tight against her. You smile as you squeeze her back, planting your chin on her shoulder. You can't help but look up at Eddie in the process and... Is it a smile you see creeping over his lips? Or is it only a trick of your mind? 

He takes a strand of his hair and moves it over his mouth, his eyebrow quirks up as a smirk forms on his lips. He gives you a light nod before he awkwardly turns on his heels and follows the others who have already started moving toward the mall. 

Robin takes your hand in hers and together you catch up with the group in a light jog. 

- 

At the mall the gang has almost instantly dispersed, splitting up in a bunch of smaller groups. You of course have stuck with your friend, siding her and Steve while walking down the hall presumably toward Scoops Ahoy. The two are animatedly discussing the latter's romantic life, about which you only know what Robin has let out during her rants, so probably enough for you to follow the discussion, however all you can focus on is Eddie's warm voice coming from behind you. He is talking with Dustin about something, you can't understand a single word they're saying, you can only hear them bicker for a moment then laugh, then start bickering again a moment later. 

You smile to yourself. Their friendship seems so similar to your relationship with your brother. He is older than you, you used to annoy each other all the time when you were little but have always shared a bond you have with no one else. You cried a lot when he left to follow his dream of traveling around the world a few years back. He's the one who introduced you to pretty much all your passions, metal music for starters. You keep in touch however you can but you miss him dearly every day. 

"Hey." 

A cascade of brown waves blinds you for a moment and you stop in your tracks, eyelids blinking rapidly to refocus your sight. In your reverie you have fallen back without realizing, coming shoulder to shoulder to none other than Eddie who is now staring at you, his back bent forward, head poking out from your side. 

"H-Hey", you echo him, taken aback. "Sorry I was- uhm", you cast a quick look around you and realize you're the only two left; no Steve, Robin or Dustin in sight. "W-where are the others?" 

"They went inside", he nods toward the ice-cream parlor behind him, "I think Robin forgot something during her shift yesterday". 

"Oh... Oh! Right!" you smack yourself on the forehead, slightly shaking your head, "I think she mentioned it this morning. I completely forgot." 

He eyes you curiously, arms crossing on his back. 

"You were somewhere else just now."

"Was I? I-I guess I got lost in my thoughts..."

"Good thoughts?" 

"Mostly."

He hums at you, eyes falling on your lips only to dart back to your eyes. He's waiting for you to keep talking, you assume, but you keep your mouth shut. Having him in front of you, looking at you so intently, focusing his whole attention on you is a new experience you still have to get used to and which you can't quite wrap your head around, yet. His presence is enough to make you tongue-tied and keep you more silent than you’d like to be. 

He takes a step closer and your breath hitches when his fingers graze your collar bone as he takes your razor pendant in his hand, a whispered “cool” leaves his lips making you feel strangely proud of yourself. 

"Wait, is this-?”

His hand brushes your jacket’s lapel aside, eyes narrowing as he reads the logo on the front of your tee. He abruptly stumbles back a moment later with a stunned expression printed on his face.

"Def Leppard?! You know Def Leppard?!" He gawks at you, visibly taken aback.

"Uh- yeah, they're one of my favorite bands...", you admit, biting your bottom lip. You want to say more; for once you have the chance to rant about your passions with a person who understands but nerves, of course, gets the best of you. The sudden serious look Eddie gives you makes you even more nervous. 

"Okay, tell me the title of three of their songs”, he snaps his fingers repeatedly, “quick, quick!" 

"W-What? Why?"

You frown at his words. Is he seriously questioning your sincerity? 

"I'm having a hard time believing someone like you knows and appreciates a band like Def Leppard." 

"Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?", you snap back, a tinge of hurt gnawing at your stomach, "and I'm literally wearing their t-shirt!"

"You could pretend to like them, for all I know."

"What? To what purpose? I was just walking by myself when Robin found me. It's not like I was going somewhere to show it off or something."

"Don't get offended sweetheart...", he gives you a teasing smile as he shrugs dramatically, "I simply have a very bad case of trust issues."

A deep sigh escapes your lips as you shake your head, trying to ease your nerves. It's new to you this feeling of having to prove your sincerity, to have your passions questioned and you don't like it one bit, especially because it's Eddie who's doubting you. Is it some kind of test for him? 

"Alright...", you mutter, challenging him with your stance, "...but you tell me three and I tell you three. Different ones, of course. I also give you the upper hand. You'll start by telling me their most famous ones so I won't. Deal?" 

He squares you up and down, an amused smirk creeping over his lips.

"Deal."

"Go ahead, then."

He turns his back to you, taking a few steps away then twirls around and crosses his arms on his chest as his narrowed eyes set back on your face. "Rock! Rock!, Billie's Got a Gun, Switch 625". 

"But they're not the most famous-" 

Eddie immediately interrupts you, pointing a finger at you. "Say your three."

You clench your jaw and narrow your eyes. "Rock of Ages, Photograph, Action". 

You feel a triumphant smile forming on your lips when you see a shadow of genuine surprise pass across his face but instantly freeze when he takes another step forward, staring hard down at you. 

"Lady Strange." 

What is he playing at? What's he trying to prove? You don't know but have no intention whatsoever to let him win at this game. 

"Comin' Under Fire."

"Have You Ever Needed Someone so Bad."

"Let It Go."

"Answer To The Master."

"Action! Not Words."

"It Could Be You."

"It Don't Matter."

"Bringin' on the Heartbreak."

The grin that spreads on his lips brings one on yours as well. You're standing right in front of each other, eyes locked, neither of you willing to put an end to this very strange moment of silent mutual respect. Perhaps even the beginning of something else? 

"What the heck are you two doing?" 

A voice startles both of you, making you jump and pull away from each other. You turn around to see Steve, Robin and Dustin staring at you; the two guys have a frown on their faces while a pleasantly surprised grin spreads on your friend's. 

Your mouth opens and closes as you try to come up with a plausible excuse apt to explain why you and Eddie were only about two inches away from each other's faces until a moment ago. 

"I was challenging Y/N with a staredown to see if she's cool enough to mingle with us." 

You turn toward Eddie, a confused look on your face. What kind of shitty excuse is that? 

"And is she?" Dustin asks uncertainly to his older friend, throwing a dubious glance at you. Your quizzical gaze lands on the kid's face. Is this a thing between them? Testing people with staredowns or something?

Eddie walks up to him, wraps an arm around his shoulders and turns around, starting to drag a confused Dustin with him down the hall. He glances back at you from behind his shoulder as he states, smirking, 

"I need to test her some more."

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[vanhelsingapologist]

I am submitting my formal request for folk music ~opinions~ ❤️

Folk music is another one of those genres that’s hard to pinpoint. It’s basically been merging with country and Americana for years. Further, are people asking for traditional folk? Folk metal? Indie folk? Baroque folk? But it’s all folk! Folk, folk, folk. I’ve written it so many times that it doesn’t look like a word. Anyway, I went contemporary/indie/roots folk for this. Started with more woodsy stuff, too.

• Empty Northern Hemisphere by Gregory Alan Isakov. Gregory Alan Isakov is one of those artists I adore and I think he pretty consistently nails it when it comes to folksy themes and instrumentation. His Weatherman album is pretty fantastic. He’s probably considered indie folk, if I had to put a finger on it.

• My Gal, My Guy by Darlingside. The first song I ever heard by them was called Harrison Ford, which is also pretty good, but there’s just something about this song! Also indie folk.

• Oats In The Water by Ben Howard. He has another great one called In Dreams. His earlier music sort of feels like standing in a dead forest. I can’t really explain it beyond that. His newer stuff is a bit more atmospheric, but it’s good.

• Bavarian Porcelain by Sea Wolf. His song Dear Fellow Traveller got some fandom airtime, but his whole discography is pretty good and soaked with forest imagery. My favorite album is probably White Water, White Bloom, but Cedarsmoke is very kind to me.

• Let This Remain by Alana Henderson. Henderson keeps making her way into my playlists. She sort of reminds me of Enya, sort of reminds me of something reminiscent of the Dresdon Dolls, but it’s just enough that she’s got this incredible unique sound.

• Francis by Haley Heynderickx and Max García Conover. This is another one that I have to physically restrain myself from looping. Their voices blend really well, and I’d also consider it my official endorsement of both their music. Heynderickx’s No Face and Show You A Body kill me and Conover’s collaboration on the everything in winter album is worth a listen.

• Deep Green by Marika Hackman. I feel like we can call Marika Hackman folk. Her voice is haunting, her lyrics stick, and she does really neat stuff instrumentally, and she had the folk sound. Not coffeehouse music, so I had to look to see what she’s categorized as. Alternative, it was. Her new album is less folksy, but We Slept At Last definitely is.

• Darlin Corey by Amythyst Kiah. If you haven’t heard any of her work, go listen as soon as possible. She’s got this deep, beautiful sound and writes about isolation in a way that really resonates. It’s hard to find artists who make folk that sounds a hundred years old, but she nails it every single time.

• Love Me Like You Used To by Lord Huron. Lord Huron is an old favorite, and I do think their Long Lost album is my favorite, despite Strange Trails being so well-known. Nothing makes you wanna awoo the way these guys do.

• Traveling On by The Decemberists. I’m a Decemberists fan first, person second. Sometimes I go about my day and “street side smokers, holy rollers” pops into my head at random. Hopefully, you will share my plight.

• Ofelia by Kiltro. Kiltro plays a mixture of shoegaze and Chilean folk. If that doesn’t sound like the best fucking time ever get AWAY from me. Creatures of Habit bumped all year before I graduated.

• The Weight by Amigo the Devil. Darker folk. I think he’s on a playlist called Murderfolk, which just about sums it up. I might put Amigo the Devil in the same camp as AJJ in terms of sound. Slightly different in lyricism.

• Northern Wind by Liza Anne. Their new stuff isn’t folk, but their old stuff is definitely indie folk. I sometimes describe them as drinking cold water, and I think that definitely sticks with their Two album.

As always, I have no idea what I’m talking about. Hope this is good!

[littleragondin]

any of the following: 30, 33, 37, 46, 49, 54, 69 (i did not restrain myself 😁)

Aaah thank you a lot! I will do them all hehe (´꒳`)

30. How many pairs of scissors do you own?

Had to go count and I think I got them all so: 5! Three for craft etc., one for the kitchen, one for the bathroom.

33. What’s something you collect?

Over the last 2-3 years, polyhedral dice! I own some pretty intricate sets, and some 'simple' ones in bright colors I keep in a glass jar. I don't play (yet, maybe) but I find them pretty and I love fiddling with them.

37. Do you still listen to the same music you listened to in high school?

Oh yeah! For sure, I still listen to most of it. Some of my favorite albums to this day are albums I used to listen in my bunkbed, thinking of how hard life is when you're 14 (◡_◡)

46. What kind of stuff do you keep on the door of your refrigerator?

I have a mismatch of family photos, wedding and birth announcements, drawings done by my near-nephews and nieces, and some magnets I usually bring back from my travels.

49. Do you bring a bag with you everywhere you go?

(Just noticed i straight up forgot one... ^^") Yes! I definitely do! I can't got out with just my pockets. Most of the time I have a messenger bag with the usual stuffs + a book/my reader, a small notebook and a small pencil case at the minimum. Also, I try to fit a water bottle and an pair of earbuds. I don't know how to hang out light.

54. Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones?

I do decorate for Christmas because I love the lights! So come November I have some multicolored lights on, and all the little xmas themed trinkets my grandma and my mom got for me along the years ^^ (and they stay up until ... I have the energy to get them down I suppose aha)

69. What are you looking forward to next week?

Funnily enough, the work deadline we have coming, because the general stress level will finally go down. Also I have my 4th of July off, so I definitely look forward sleeping in and doing absolutely nothing.

[gunsli-01]

For the Milgram oc thing- an oc that's 17? And questions 3, 7, 9, 11 and 16 :- 3c

Curse the lack of anon...!

Yay~

3. What is their reasoning behind their killing(s)?

"It was getting really troublesome. There's just so much a person can let slide; ya, know?"

Jayden's reasoning behind his actions is whatever causes the least problems while solving the main issue. If that happens to turn out to be killing somebody he's not oppossed to doing it.

7. If they hadn't been put in Milgram would they have continued killing?

"No, it's stupid to make something like that a daily thing if one doesn't have to."

9. How would their prisoner outfit change depending on their verdict?

"Changing your clothes just because of how people view you is stupid."

If he was voted Innocent his clothes would get more dishelved and he'd outwardly seem irritable. However, his hair would still be well maintained and he'd appear well kept outside of the state of his slovenly attire.

His mindset would frankly be,

"Fuck trying to make these prison clothes look nice. I don't want to even be here."

So, it wouldn't be because he was actively changing his clothes to display that but simply because he wouldn't really care or be interested. If he were voted guilty his clothes would be more well kept but not really change aesthetically and he'd seem a lot more calm. Regadless of how many times he were voted guilty or how restrained he was.

11. What recurring themes present themselves throughout their music videos?

Police, criminality, vilification, ostracization, surveiling, self-policing, and interrogations (in a this isn't my first rodeo type of way).

16. Do you have any minigram plots for them?

Jayden is in the same Milgram James is in. So they'd continue to interract well off each other.

James: *writing dreamily into a journal*

Jayden: Oooo you look like you're writing something good let me see.

James: Sure, here you go!

Jayden expression getting bleaker as he flips through the journal. Before closing it.

Jayden: Ya, know you're really calm outwardly but yeah somethings-

James: Uniquely wrong with me?

Jayden: Pleasantly unhinged about you. I will be reading this again when you add more. Because I could never fucking imagine feeling as much emotion as I read here. Great job keep doing what you're doing regardless of what anyone says.

(The journal ammounting to literally multiple pages about discussing everything great about his victim and how he'd certainly do it again and she's a god to him. As ephemeral in memory as she was in life.

Jayden: This is so unhealthy god I wish that were me. I wish I allowed myself to go that insane in the privacy of my own mind.

Jayden is simply the definition of I will support my homies unhealthy fixation.)

This would lead to James continually coming up to him when he adds on more.

3. What is their reasoning behind their killing(s)?

"They tried really hard didn't they. They tried really hard and still... How about you try now? Try really hard to keep breathing for as long as you can. After all you were the one who had fun watching people struggle in vain first. So, keep having fun."

7. If they hadn't been put in Milgram would they have continued killing?

For work purposes yes. For personal reasons no.

9. How would their prisoner outfit change depending on their verdict?

If she's innocent, she'd have a very preppy outfit underneath her prisoner uniform. Kind of like that of a bubbly college student. She's the sort to order clothes simply because she's bored and not because she genuinely plans to wear them. They just look cute in the moment, and she can imagine wearing them. She'd request clothing catalogs to the prison first thing and have a laundry list of clothes on order.

Other prisoners can find her trying on clothes in her prison cell as if modeling for herself regularly and she will invite people to watch and ask for their opinion on the outfits.

If guilty, the color pallete of the clothing she chooses would be different and more muted, leaning into pastels instead of bright colors. Yet, it'd still be noticeably preppy. She would, however, start accessorizing with jewelry, and it would probably be the first time anyone noticed she had piercing simply because she wasn't wearing earrings before.

11. What recurring themes present themselves throughout their music videos?

Revenge, fairness, games, collective responsibility.

16. Do you have any minigram plots for them?

She'd be in the same Milgram as Luna, which is downright hilarious given what incited her crime. She would bother Luna to regularly watch her try on clothes simply because she's an actress, and Celia believes she has good taste because of that. Luna keeps telling her actresses have stylists for that, and she rarely picks out what she's going to wear. Yet, Celia just ignores it. It's heavily implied she has another personal reason for bothering her, and the topic of boys keeps coming up.

[carverl]

So I recently replayed every mission from the I Expect You To Die franchise to rank them subjectively from worst to best based on my own experience playing them, keep in mind I don't think there is a bad level out of all of these and I've enjoyed each to a certain extent and when Cog in the Machine comes out I'll add the levels from that game into this list (I am not including the tutorials or intro sequences in this seeing as there's no actual gameplay in either of those)

13. Operation: Squeaky Clean - I've never really liked this level due to the tediousness of mixing the chemicals together, finding the right combination of said chemicals through diagrams and the absolute nightmare of trying to put the antivirus into the rocket at the end which I find utterly frustrating not in a "Oh this puzzle is hard to figure out" way but just in how jank it is and being forced to restart after that destroys a piece of my soul every time. That being said I enjoy the window washer gags and the setting is cool, I just wish the mechanics were more fun.

12. Operation: Friendly Skies - This level is very fun with a host of great lines from the Handler, Zor's car is fun to poke around in and the bomb defusal is a classic moment for me. I don't have any issues with this level it's just a bit basic which is totally fine seeing as it's the first proper level in the series but as a result it comes up short next to the following 11.

11. Operation: Seat Of Power - Seeing inside a Zoraxis meeting room and having a switch that drops Zor's henchmen into a firey pit is honestly both hilarious and unsettling, I love using the villain's own gadgets against them. The villain lair atheistic is very nice and the method of escape is perhaps one of the most stylish in the series with the flying chair being a nice touch.

10. Operation: Winter Break - There's something so cozy about this one with the fireplace and snow outside it's got a unique vibe and I find the safe puzzle to be satisfying to crack and the gravity crystals with the lasers at the end adds some great tension, whenever I play this level I always wear the fedora and the lasers always set it on fire which results in a laugh from me everytime.

9. Operation: Stage Fright - We open The Spy and the Liar with a bang in a fun opening level that has a great sense of espionage and discovery in it, setting the stage is fun and the little details of hearing people below you react to the stuff you drop is such a charming detail, I also love the Fabricator's commentary over the headphones. The fight with Zoraxis agents at the end is exhilarating and even though it's hard to miss with the crossbow it still feels good getting a shot in. Also "THIS IS NOT PART OF THE SHOW EVERYBODY RUN!" Is so funny to me and I'm not sure why.

8. Vacation: First Class - If I'm ever in a mood for a laid back level I choose First Class, it's so classy and I will always remember how good it felt figuring out the combination of buttons on the wall by noticing the clues in the environment myself, fending off the assassins, car and plane gives the level a thrilling conclusion that I really enjoy. That being said I did always find the violinist surviving with no explanation when you're lead to believe she's shot a bit strange but it's not enough to detract from my enjoyment.

7. Operation: Eaves Drop - I love the sense of mystery and intrigue this level has to offer, I feel like a real spy snooping about the Fabricator's workshop figuring out the evil scheme, the element of the flashlight adds a lot in terms of roleplaying as Pheonix in that scenario. I just find the whole set up a ton of fun, the music is suitably restrained and I love how it gets more fast paced at certain parts almost like it's reflecting Pheonix getting more excited at the discoveries they're making.

6. Operation: Deep Dive - As someone with thalassophobia I find this level terrifying in the best way, the thought of being trapped at the bottom of the ocean in a cramped, claustrophobic pod gives me incentive to get through the level. The puzzles are great in this one with the grenade and code being real highlights for me, I love the sense of panic that comes over you when you hear the glass crack or the voice crackle. It's just a great level with a uniquely terrifying setting.

5. Operation: Safe and Sound - John Juniper. That's all I need to say about why this level is so great, we get a proper face to face with the villain in a way we hadn't until this level with an amazing monologue that I never skip. The fast pace of this level makes replaying it very fun with the music adding a great sense of urgency, it feels the most like a classic Bond film moment and I love it. Also the way Juniper made Pheonix a sandwich to eat while he's busy going on about world domination is both funny and adorable.

4. Operation: Party Crasher - Going undercover as Juniper's butler while using his own defence system against him? Sign me up, indeed this level is both tense and super entertaining and was I the only one who got really nervous trying to figure which glasses were wine glasses? There's so much I enjoy in this one with using the masks to find a way out, gassing the Zoraxis agents and of course hearing Juniper's voice crack when he sees you wearing his mask is worth a whole heap of points just on that alone.

3. Operation: Death Engine - The sheer scale and spectacle of this level is remarkable with the outer space set piece being a real standout with probably the most difficult puzzles in the series, I love how elements from across the first game come back in this level to make it feel like a proper conclusion. Solaris's presence instead of the Handler gives this level another unique trait and her commentary as you fumble through every option is great. The last bit where you deposit the nuclear box into the station is so tricky to pull off but feels so satsifying when you do with the instrumental theme playing.

2. Operation: Jet Set - Oh my god the amount of fun I have with this one is ridiculous, the setting is great, the music is classy and I adore how it ramps up in intensity at the later bits of the mission. The sense of tangible progression and problem solving is the perfect balance between being difficult and rewarding, figuring out you have to break the window to the plane is such a god tier moment to me with how well presented it is with the missle aporoaching. The amount of ways Juniper tries to kill you is hilarious and his commentary is the best part of the whole operation; how he goes from polite to agitated to downright murderous is great, big props to the voice actor.

1. Operation: Rising Pheonix - This level is no joke one of the best experiences I've had in any game, the stakes of the mission are massive and you really feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders ascending in that elevator. There's so many great moments like with the lift being shot up, using the taser you find on the table saw and hearing an instrumental of the main theme play as you finally confront Juniper. Juniper's death is shocking (pun intended) and hearing Zor's distorted voice is genuinely chilling, no joke my palms were sweating when I was defusing the nuke. Then when you realise you have to sacrifice yourself to save the world with the swelling music oh my god peak gaming experience. It's such a masterpiece of a level and it is in my opinion the best part of both games.

[yanjxngin]

KM: Hello again Mr. Kim~ I didn’t think asking all the questions would be a good idea. So I’ll try and restrain myself @obsession-cb

🧳 - What countries have they been to?

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

🧳 - What countries have they been to?

[ danger ]: I've been to many different countries in Asia and Europe, I think in total, I've been to 16

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

[ danger ]: I don't have a hard time falling asleep but I do fall asleep quicker with some ambient music or listening to the sound of the rain

💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side?

[ admin ]: Jongin is a yandere so when it comes to his affections, gaining his attention is a little bit different to getting on his good side. Platonically, Jongin tends to naturally grow to care about people who start to become a part of his day to day so constantly engaging and talking to him, especially in intellectual conversations are important. Romantically, he's more about what he views are good qualities in a woman fit to be his Queen and will focus on those until he has a reason to think otherwise

[akocomyk]

Ice Skating + Johnoy

2023’s 10th Most Memorable Moment

Back in July, I started seeing a guy whom I met in Bumble, but I didn’t friendzone him after our first date because I still saw potential in him.

On our second date, I told him he wasn’t the only person I was entertaining, so he made me promise that we’d go out until the end of 2023, and then I’ll decide if I’ll friendzone him or not. However, we won’t be exclusive—we could still see other people as we please.

The last time we saw each other was in October 28 when we went ice skating in Mall of Asia, then went to see Johnoy Danao’s live show at Third Bloom Café in Naic, Cavite.

So... on our bus ride going to Naic, although I may be remembering it wrong, this song played on the radio.

Regardless, that song played in the background many times in the numerous dates we had, therefore I’m reminded of him every time the song plays.

Going back. This was the first time that I learned how to skate—I didn’t even have roller skates when I was a kid. AND I ENJOYED IT, despite the minor injuries I incurred while doing so. And I really wanted to try ice skating again until I can do it properly.

Then... watching Johnoy Danao in a very intimate setting was magical. He’s one of the biggest influences in my musicality, so you can just imagine how hard I restrained myself from fanboying inside the café. This wasn’t the first time I’ve seen him perform—he was in Leni’s rallies during the 2022 campaign period—but watching him up-close was an entirely different experience.

• • • • •

And to you, my ever so effortful friend,

Thank you for all that you did for me in the past year. You’ve made my 2023 a lot less boring and painful, and for that, I’ll always be grateful. Again, I’m so sorry for all the pain I caused you. I’m also sorry for only seeing you as a friend.

I picked this date out of all the dates we had because it made me realize what I have been looking for in you—the reason why I couldn’t return your feelings for me. Remember, I’ve always wondered what it was that you lacked.

You have some sort of emotional detachment—at least, that’s what it seemed to me. I recognize and appreciate the effort that you put into everything—and your gestures were very impressive—but I somehow couldn’t feel the genuine compassion, respect, and concern for me even when your actions intend to make me feel that I’m cared for.

And as a general attitude of mine, I tend to naturally reciprocate how others treat me. So with you, you can imagine me mirroring a frozen heart that’s unwilling to melt.

Nevertheless, if you do like the version of you when you’re with me, I hope that you retain this even when I’m not with you.

In the end, we both know another person deserves this kind of love from you. When they come, all that you do will be just enough for them.

Stay strong. I know you’ve already gone through so much shit in your life—I hate to be one of them—but I still wish you all the best.

At friends pa rin naman tayo 'di ba.

[cordeliawhohung]

i've got a little bit of writers block so enjoy some songs that remind me of soft spot: (bonus!!! i put little poems/lyric things in my notes on my ao3 that i haven't shown here so.... i'll also put that here too lmao)

Blood Soaked Cotton:

a lover? maybe | something tender, // anyway. but tender like | a bruise.

Lua - Bright Eyes Do Me a Favour - Arctic Monkeys Freaks - Surf Curse Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge (i imagine something like this is playing in the bar scene)

Smoldering Butterflies:

when is a monster not a monster? // oh, when you love it.

Gravity- Sara Bareilles All I Need - Radiohead Loud - Rigby

The Emptiness had Always Been There:

nothing had changed. // i was the stupid one again. // i was the girl // who never understood // who she was to people

No Care - Daughter Home - Daughter Face First - Rigby We'll Never Have Sex - Leith Ross

Until You:

you kiss the back of my legs // and i want to cry. // only the sun has come this close. // only the sun.

Epithelial - Crywolf, Echos Cornflower Blue - Flower Face

Some Other Life:

do you still think you're a killer // or that you could be if you tried? // always thought // that you could do it // if you couldn't see their eyes // do you still wake up reaching // for an empty space? // do you start to miss your sadness // when it goes away? // do you wish your parents // gave you someone else's name? // do you scratch another line out // for the same mistakes?

The Wisp Sings - Winter Aid Amen - Amber Run Francis Forever- Mitski Isobel - Flower Face

Death of Me 1:

i'd bleed for anything // if it held me the right way

ur so pretty - Wasia Project (honestly this was such a filler chapter)

Death of Me 2:

is it wrong to fall in love // while waiting to die? // i just want to live // long enough for your eyes

Back To Black - Amy Winehouse (mostly just the vibes lmao) In Limbo - Rigby We're Just Making It Worse - Cameron Avery, Alexandra Savior (again the vibes)

Death of Me 3:

i really don't know // what i love you means // i think it means // don't leave me here alone

I Want You - Mitski Dream a Little Dream - Ella Fitzgerald (i'm convinced spook and simon's first dance was to this song)

Worse than Death:

jesus can always reject his father // but he cannot escape // his mothers blood // he'll scream // and try to wash it off of his fingers // but he'll never escape what he's made up of

Exit Music (For A Film) - Remastered- Radiohead Hard Times - Ethel Cain Family Tree (Intro) - Ethel Cain

Honey and Milk 1:

i am the shape you made me // filth teaches filth

Honey and Milk - Flower Face (actually the inspiration for the title)

Honey and Milk 2:

i am coming home to you // with my own blood in my mouth // and i am coming home to you // if it's the last thing that i do

Dark Red - Steve Lacy Inside Out - Duster

Everything You Touch 1:

it's a fitting punishment for a monster // to want something so much // to hold it in your arms // and know beyond a doubt // you will never deserve it

Unending - Lume Kaleidoscope - Flower Face

Everything You Touch 2:

i wasn't beautiful anymore. // now i looked like what i was, // a raw wound

Baby Teeth - Flower Face Mean - Nicole Dollanganger August Underground - Ethel Cain

Everything You Touch 3:

i always wanted to die clean and pretty // but i'd be too busy // on working days // so i am relieved // that the turbulence wasn't forcasted // i couldn't have changed anyway

Last Words of a Shooting Star - Mitski Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain Strangers - Ethel Cain

i may or may not update this list or add on as i come out with more parts but i just needed to do something other than writing lmfao. would love to hear any ideas if you guys have songs! ethel cain is so spook coded btw i had to restrain myself from putting more of her songs in this lmao. anyway thanks for entertaining my meltdown <3