#it's giving I hate rap so it must not have anything to say

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irreplaceable rant? to the left to the left

My irreplaceable rant is essentially:

When Beyonce wrote Irreplaceable it was like a giant stepping on an ant. Even in 06 she was shaping up to be a Juggernaut. B'Day launched at number 1 I believe? She was blowing up. Well established, producing bop after bop after banger after banger. And We bought Irreplaceable because we, fully, were on board. Beyonce COULD have another you in a minute. The mythos of Beyonce was taking shape. She was Beyonce, you were some guy. To the left.

When she wrote Lemonade it was like. Oh there are stakes now because whether you think Jay Z is great or not or a garbage dude or whatever, he's at least closer to her level than just "some guy".

Like. Of course she could have another you in a minute if you were some dude. But could she have another Jay Z in a minute? No, categorically she could not, and to say otherwise is to tell yourself fun lies because you hate cheaters or men or whatever. I am a firm believer that Beyonce is one of a kind and cannot be replicated in our lifetime as a cultural phenomenon, artist, creator, singer, you name it she is. incredible. But I'm also not going to pretend Jay Z wasn't in some ways just as singularly, powerfully monolithic with popculture just because most of this website understands rap less.

She writes the Sistine Chapel about him because like it or not, she wants to. She looks at him and sees things you could only dream of creating and I for one am just happy to be here, and could care less what you think about Beyonce's specialist boy who is the catalyst of some of the best music I've heard in the past decade, and also someone who MADE some of the best music I've heard in the past 20 years as well.

Beyonce's first solo recording was 03 Bonnie and Clyde, btw. As in, she was a feature on a Jay Z song before even releasing Dangerously in Love. Which. Also prominently has a Jay Z feature. In the lead single. That arguably launched Beyonce's career. Why would she ever write songs about the man who helped her launch her career that she has been married to for 16 years. A damn mystery.

And for the record, if she wanted to make the most beautiful art in the world about literal garbage, so the fuck what. We hate Duchamps The Fountain on this website now? Irving Penn spent years taking extremely detailed, well composed photos... of actual trash. Like Mud Glove. His photos were hanging in the Smithsonian a few years ago. Turns out beautiful art that says something, even something about trash? Still beautiful.

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churros ("if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?") + martini (mafia au) + glass of water (aftercare) served by lewis hamilton (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, mafia au, aftercare, roleplay, sane and consensual, power play, mafia boss!lewis, missionary sex, unprotected sex, "virgin"!reader, reference to au-typical violence

moanco was beautiful. it was the kind of place that felt picturesque. there was beauty to the area that left you stunned, even after all this time in it. it seemed like every day the sun shined.

but there was a small issue, you were.. wrapped up in a situation. you never expected yourself to ever find yourself involved with the mafia but here you were. in front of one the head boss of a division of a family that hailed from the united kingdom.

the man seated across from you was handsome. his dark eyes loomed over you like an impending force, the rings on his fingers looked expensive but could also deal damage if he were to throw a punch. surprisingly there were no guards around.

you were in his dining room, he smiled at you and then took a sip of his wine. you shifted in your seat unable to take a sip of yours, the nerves ate at your stomach.

"you look scared." he noticed, "there's no reason to be scared."

you swallowed, "i think i have good reason to be scared. you're a scary man, lewis hamilton." you tried to reach for your glass but found yourself too shy.

he chuckled, "i guess you should've thought of that before you took out that loan from the family. it wasn't a small amount either." he rapped his fingers against the expensive table, "actions have consequences, miss."

you replied, "i'll do anything to make up the cost, i've already told you my reasons for why i had to take the money." you swallowed, "it was greatly needed and i'll do what i can to make it all back to you, sir."

he rested his cheek against his hand and smiled at you, "sir, huh? i like the way you say it. comes off your tongue so easily. but, i can think of a few ways that you could make it up to me. i'm not an easy man to buy, dear."

you swallowed, "i don't know if i have much to give in all honesty." you ducked your head. you heard the chair lewis was sitting in be pushed back and him walk towards you. you caught sight of his perfectly shined shoes.

he took you by the chin and made you looked up at him. he smiled at you, most likely a lot softer than he would towards most people. he rubbed your cheek with his thumb. his rings felt nice against your hot skin. he said, "i could get a pretty price for you."

you leaned back, "no, no. please, anything but that. i..i don't want to be sold."

he crowded your space more, both hands now on your face. he raised his eyebrows at you, "well, you'll need to pay back somehow, right? you're running out of options, dear."

"please sir." you swallowed, "please, please, please. i.. i can't!" you felt the anxiety buzz in your mind

"if you don't shut that little mouth of yours, i will stuff it full. okay?" he said, almost like a promise. he didn't want to hear your grovelling. he hated when people grovelled.

you leaned a little further into his touch, not knowing what else to do. you were running out of options, "i..i wouldn't mind being yours... personally. if i can pay it back through sex." you looked up at him, a glimmer in your eye as you hoped he'd accept your offer. it was all you had to give, to give him your body.

he chuckled, "you want to pay me with sex? i guess you must have a whole bunch of fun tricks then?"

your gaze adverted his, "um.. sir... i'm actually a virgin.. only i've ever touched myself." you felt pin pricks of anxiety along your neck.

lewis laughed, it was the kind of laugh that came from deep in the gut. he pulled you up to him from your chair, he looked down at you with a smiled, "you're willing to give em your virginity. well, aren't i special then."

slowly you were brought to lewis' large bedroom. this room alone was worth more than the rent of your tiny studio apartment in a bed part of town. you swallowed when his hands were on your back.

he already taken the necklace off of you and now he was slowly pulling down the zipper of your dress. exposing the skin of your back to him. he placed a hand in the center of your back and rubbed it, "mmm, so soft. so delicate. i could break you in two."

you swallowed, "you wouldn't, right?" you wanted to reassurance.

he chuckled as he got the dress down off your body. then wrapped his tattooed arms around you. he kissed at your jaw and you shuddered. he said, "of course not, it's going to take a long time to make it all back for me. i can't break you on my first ride, that's just a bad investment." his hands then lingered to the waistband of your cute red panties.

everything about you was painfully cute. you were dedicated to making it all back to him. to not be under the thumb of the mafia, but lewis had a hunch that it would take a long time before that happened.

and by the curves of your body and the softness of your lips. how pretty your breasts felt in his large hands. oh, he had every intention of keeping you around for a while.

he kneaded your breasts through your thin bra, he whispered in your ear, "someone was anticipating tonight. were you hoping to get lucky, miss?" he pinched your nipples through the thin fabric.

"i wanted to dress to impress, sir." you said meekly, "in case anything happened." you could feel his erection in his slacks as he rubbed himself up against you.

he kissed the base of your neck and said, "so sweet. maybe if you're a good girl, next time we meet, i'll get you something a little more expensive." it was clearly obvious that everything came from a value pack at a department store. not that he minded obviously, means he could rip them in the future and have them replaced with ease.

however the idea of ripping something off you that cost more than a semesters tuition also made something stir in lewis' gut. so many things to do with this little treat in his home.

he got you fully undressed then told you to get on the bed. he undressed as well and you got a good look at his toned body. you swallowed and tried to advert your gaze to show some kind of respect to the boss. he chuckled and said, "don't hide yourself, beautiful. you can look."

you made eye contact with him and he smiled at you. the most dangerous man in this part of the continent. he was smiling at you, and it made heat pool in your gut.

he didn't kill you on the spot, but rather he was about to fuck you as he got those calvin klein briefs off. when he exposed his hard cock to you, you wanted to look away again. but catching onto your tricks, he said, "eyes on me, beautiful. i like to see the woman i'm fucking's face." then got onto the bed with you.

you were soon under him. he had you by the hips as you rested on your tailbone. the perfect angle to slot his cock into you. you said, "i don't know if it'll fit."

he chuckled, a bit of danger in his tone, "oh. it better fit. or else i'm going to throw you to my boys and when they're done with you, anything will fit that pussy of yours." he could practically feel the skip in your heartbeat. he grabbed at your hips as he rubbed his cock across your slick pussy. he didn't quite sink in yet, wanting to tease the both of you first.

"please, sir. don't hurt me."

"oh, no, no. when you came into my house. i was wondering how to clean up your blood all over the wall. they don't make that paint colour anymore. but watching you over the course of our meal made me hungry for something else." he took his cock in one hand and guided his cock into you, "in this world, my dear. when you are given a gift, you hold onto it. and you, are quite the gift." he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek.

you winced at the feeling of his cock inside of you, the heft of it in your sweet pussy made your insides feel warm. you shivered a little and his lips were on you.

"where have they been keeping you all this time." he kissed at your jaw, "mmm, you feel perfect." he rocked against you. he could feel the pleasure go to his brain, "such a pretty thing. yeah? you like this?"

you nodded and reached out for him. you were getting into the groove of it all. you could feel the heat across your body, it almost felt like burning. your core throbbed for him. this dangerous man fucking you.

he chuckled, "perfect fit for me, and on your first time too. sometimes it takes a while for little things like you to fit around me. but you're just a nice fit. should i be worried that you were lying to me about being a virgin."

you batted your eyelashes at him, "no, sir. i wouldn't lie to you." and he pressed his chest up against yours. you held onto him tighter as the two of you moved together. your movements were soft and unsure. a sign that you hadn't done this before.

he captured your lips once more and moved faster. he found his pace as he thrusted. he could feel the sweat on his back and your nails digging into his skin. he swallowed back the pleasure as he continued to move. you were just so fucking cute.

who let you even take that loan out? they should've just given you the money based on how precious you looked. there should've been no questions. he heart hammered deep in his chest. for such a cold man, when he was with you it all melted.

he could feel the pleasure hit him in the chest as he thrusted up against you. god, you were perfect. the kisses were sloppy and soon his pace had gained enough speed that it was a tad erratic. he yearned for the rush of pleasure that was hitting all the right parts of his brain.

you really were something.

"sir." you said.

"shh. shh, be a good girl. just let me fuck you." his voice was a tad tight.

you dug your nails into his strong shoulders, right up against his tattoos. his lips were on you as you moaned against him. you tightened your legs around him as he bumped his cock into you. when you pulled away. you gasped, "i love you."

he chuckled, his smile big at the sight of your blissed out state, "oh don't worry, honey. i love you too." a slip in the little play you two were having. but he couldn't help it, not when it came to his wife. (oops).

you tensed up and held onto him tightly you. you came around his cock, a wet ring formed around the base of his heavy cock as he continued to bury it inside of you. you let out a small noise and it drove him wild.

he continued his pace, it was a little erratic. this was less the sexy roleplay you two were doing and more two lovers tumbling in the sheets together. oh well, lewis didn't care. he just loved the feeling of you.

close after your orgasm, he had his own. he held onto you by the sides then kissed you on the lips. he groaned into the kiss and tensed up as he finished inside of you. when he went over the peak, he relaxed against you. his face ended up in your chest as he relaxed against you.

"mmm, honey." you said softly.

"you are crazy." he said as he looped an arm around you. he kissed the side of your face, "when i said we could try anything, i wasn't expecting mean mafia boss takes advantage of a poor girl."

lewis hamilton was your husband, had been for two years now. while the fact he was a head boss was true, you were far from an innocent young lady who fell into his trap. you were his wife, the most precious thing to grace this planet. lewis worshiped you like a divine being, so it was hard for him to be so rough with you.

he kissed at your face and said quiet 'i love you's as he made sure that every inch of you was okay. that he didn't take your little roleplay too far tonight.

he got you in one of his old t-shirts, then he got you under him. not to fuck you again. but to just hold. his grip on you was firm, but not painful. he was one of the scariest men in europe. but in the warm intimacy of your shared bedroom, he adored you.

eventually he looked at you, those dark eyes gleaming in the yellowing light of the lamp. he traced patterns across your arm as he said, "next time, how about you be the mean mafia boss. and i'll be the poor in debt fool. maybe you can put those rope skills to use.' his bare thigh rubbed against your soaked cunt.

you held his face then kissed him, "sounds like a plan to me, mister hamilton." then smiled at him. <3

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no nut november - han jisung (5th to lose)

-> pairing : han x fem!reader

-> words count : 5k

-> genre : smut, ennemies-to-lovers

-> warnings : switch!han swearing, teasing, dirty talk, praising, protected sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), face sitting, deep throathing, masturbation (m. and f.), use of 'good girl' and 'baby boy', marking, hair pulling, begging, a little bit of angst because han and y/n are dumb + the way i'm depicting jisung does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | no nut november

“- Are you serious !?”

Your smirk widened as you heard his annoyed voice ringing in the room. He must have found out that you finished Felix’s cookie. But Felix was your best friend, you didn’t like Han and you were hungry. Logical conclusion : you ate them regardless. The door of your room swung open as Jisung bursted into it, visibly furious. You turned around in your chair, your eyes falling in his angry ones immediately. 

“- Serious about what ?

- Please ! I know you’re dumb but not that much.”

And your smile told it all : you knew very well what he was talking about, but pretending you didn’t and irritating him even more was always entertaining. 

“- Oh ! The cookies, is that it ?

- Yes, that’s it ! 

- Well, how could’ve I known that you wanted one ? 

- You could’ve been nice, for once in your life ?

- Towards you ? Never !

- I hate you.”

Jisung didn’t give you the time to answer but you didn’t mind, you just watched him storming out of your room, bragging about how much of a bitch you were. 

“- I hate you too, don’t worry !”

You heard a door slamming somewhere in the apartment, and you laughed quietly at the noise, happy to have angered him to the point he left once again. It was either him or you who ran away from your arguments, but it was always about silly things like these cookies. You preferred to avoid serious subjects. It was safer, because you knew yourself, and you thus knew you were capable of saying the wrong thing very easily. The only thing you allowed yourself to do in his presence was fighting and teasing him, because you knew that he was attracted to you as much as you were to him. 

In the first place, you weren’t seeing him as anything but a talented guy. You became trainees almost at the same time, and he was so much better than you at everything. He was good at dancing, singing, rapping, and composing music. Everything he did was immediately incredible, just because it was him. You weren’t bad, not at all, but having this as your goal to reach and surpass was overwhelming and putting pressure on you. On top of that, Jisung had a good personality. He was kind, funny and a good friend. He even tried to help you a few times, but all you had in mind was that he was your rival, your enemy. So, you pushed him away, not seeing the disappointment in his eyes everytime you did. 

And little by little, your frustration of not being able to do at least as good as him started to become hate, until the point there was no going back, until the point the only thing holding you back from saying it all to him was your career. Jisung must have sensed your hostility, because he started to look at you from afar, he stopped trying to talk to you and you felt relieved somehow - you couldn’t have carried on with this behavior if he kept being so gentle with you. 

The thing was that you couldn’t help being attracted to him, even after all your arguments, after all that jealousy. With time, it all faded to end up in a bittersweet habit that you didn’t want to break, afraid that it would shatter the only relationship that you had with him. You weren’t jealous anymore, but you didn’t know how to act around him, other than arguing for the most stupid things. 

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“- Felix !”

You jumped in your friend’s arms, happy to see him after this exhausting night. You liked to see other people, but award shows were always nerve wracking for you. Your favorite part of it was just starting : the after party. Felix guided you to a table where he poured you a drink that you definitely needed and deserved after all the hard work you put in to win this award. As you were talking with him, you let your eyes wander around the room until they landed on Jisung. 

He must have felt your gaze on him because he turned to you, his eyes fixed on yours. Your smile widened when he looked down, checking out your outfit. When he glanced at you again, you felt like a fire had started to burn into your stomach. He always had that effect on you, raising up something you didn’t want to think about. What you wanted to think about right now was your plan. 

Your plan was to make him surrender. Felix had told you about their stupid bet once, when he was a little drunk with you, and you decided to take advantage of it, you decided to make Han lose. If there was only one thing about him that you knew, it’s that he was as attracted to you as you were to him. You tried almost everything you could to bring him to the edge. But you didn’t get any reactions out of him, which was really starting to irritate you. 

So, tonight was the night. If you got nothing from him this time too, you would give up. And maybe it would help you to move on from him, finally. Deep inside, you really hoped he would react, because you didn’t want to stop seeing him, teasing him, fighting with him. It was the good part of each one of your days, you didn’t want it to stop. 

And you didn’t stop, spending the whole night touching him even when it wasn’t necessary, staying close to him even if you didn’t address a word to him, teasing him even if he seemed more and more tense as time passed by. But it wasn’t like you were exactly calm yourself, on the contrary. You drank, and drank, and drank to relax, until the point you were a bit tipsy. You were less anxious, but the control you had over your words worsened too quickly. You would have to stop with alcohol if you wanted to keep a little dignity. 

And as you laughed one more time at one of Jeongin’s joke, you landed your hand on Jisung’s arm, feeling a shiver running on his bare skin. He got rid of his stage outfit, instead wearing black tight jeans and a white shirt tucked inside, making his waist look so slutty you practically drooled at the sight. Suddenly, your wrist was trapped inside the iron grip of his fingers, leaving you no other choice than to follow him when he excused himself, pulling you with him to the hallway, slamming the door shut behind the two of you.   

“- What do you think you’re doing ?”

He was breathing heavily, as if he was holding back from saying or doing something - and you hoped it was from fucking you right there. You smiled innocently under his lustful gaze, trying not to seem too excited by the whole situation. 

“- I didn’t do anything Jisung… What do you think I’m doing ?”

Han took a step towards you, checking you out without an ounce of shame. Why should he after all ? You did that too many times to count, couldn’t really hold it against him now. 

“- I think you’re trying to make me lose. It’s all about that bet, isn’t it ? Wanted to see me fall apart since the first day.

- And ? Did it work ?”

You watched closely when he licked his lips, wondering what he could do to your body with that exact same tongue. He took another step towards you, and another, until his face was only inches away from yours. 

“- You want to see how much ?

- Yes.”

Your voice came out shaky, but Jisung didn’t seem to mind since he took your face into his hands, lowering his lips to the point they were almost touching yours. He took a second or two, taking in your whole face as if he wanted to remember it forever. But quickly, everything that wasn’t his lips on yours left your mind : the moment he kissed you, the world got blurred. 

Han’s hands found their way to your hips, gripping on them to keep you as close to him as possible. You ran your fingers through his hair, opening your mouth gladly when you felt his tongue licking your lips, moaning when he deepened the kisses. You felt your back hit the wall behind you, and Jisung’s body pressing into yours. You smiled lightly when his erection pressed up against your thigh. All you did was for that exact moment, for the moment he’ll finally give up. 

Without a word, you pushed him away from you just enough for you to get on your knees, your hands searching for his belt immediately. But Jisung stopped you just as quickly, putting his hands on yours. Your eyes fell into his, absolutely loving what you saw. It was what you wanted all along, seeing how much he wanted you. He was out of breath, his cheeks were bright red, his hair were messy thanks to your hands and his gaze was shining with envy. He was just so hot, without even trying. 

“- We shouldn’t do that… 

- What ? You’re gonna tell me you don’t want me to suck your dick ?”

You distinctly saw him shallow, his eyes wandered all around the corridor before they came back to you. 

“- I just don’t want you to be seen loving it so much.”

His fucking smirk was back, and you never thought you’ll like it this much one day. But you did. And as his hands left yours, you came back to your previous activity, unbuckling his belt and sliding his clothes just enough to free his cock. You stuck your tongue out, licking just his tip playfully, and then all along his dick. 

“- Hurry up, we can’t get caught.”

You chuckled lightly ; of course he didn’t want to admit that he was just craving your touch. But he wasn’t totally wrong. You were in a hallway, and even if it was late and that the probability of someone walking on you was very low, maybe it could happen. And to be honest, you were excited by this idea, by someone seeing how desperate Jisung was for you, that he needed you to the point he couldn’t hold back until you were alone - ignoring the fact that you offered that. 

Maybe he was desperate, but you were eager to please him too, to finally feel him and taste him. You took his cock in your mouth little by little, relaxing your throat with slow moves of your head. When your nose touched his pubis, you could tell Jisung was really lost in his pleasure. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and his mouth was hanging open, letting out whimpers and pleas. 

“- I swear if you don’t start to move I’m going to lose my mind…”

Jisung could have easily taken your hair and made you move himself, but he was so putty in your hands his body wasn’t responding anymore. You grabbed his thighs for support - and not because you wanted to touch them, not at all - then, you finally started to bob your head. You heard Han whine loudly, biting his lower lip immediately to prevent any other sound to escape his mouth.

“- S-Shit ! You’re too good at that…”

Maybe you would have responded, if your mouth wasn’t full. One of his hand flew to your hair, gripping on them tightly when you hollowed your cheeks and twirled your tongue around his cock. He was hitting the back of your throat with each move you’d make, and you could sense that he was holding back from fucking your mouth, you could feel his dick twitching. But you didn’t want him to restrain himself. No. You wanted him to completely let go, completely give in to you. So you sucked him harder. 

“- F-Fuck ! Don’t stop… Please.”

You let his cock fall out of your mouth, licking on it a few times before glancing back at him. He looked fucked out already, and you liked it too much for your own good. 

“- No need to beg for it baby… Serve yourself.”

His dick was back in your mouth before he could say a single word, a moan escaping his lips instead. Jisung let out another obscenity before he started to thrust into your mouth slowly, not wanting to hurt you at first, but he quickly lost control at how tight your throat felt around him. Your eyes filled up with tears as he started fucking your mouth faster, roughly, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when he was seemingly on the edge of his climax.  

Han knew he had to stop. He should have stopped before cumming, he would’ve still participated in the bet. However, he couldn't. He couldn’t stop himself, he couldn’t stop you. He was dreaming about this for too long to stop now. All he wanted was to shoot his load down your throat and then bury his face in your pussy for hours. 

“- Oh God ! I-I can’t… I- Fuck, baby !”

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth once again, and then his hot cum landed directly in your throat, leaving you no other choice but to swallow it, moaning too when you finally tasted him. Some of his seed spilled out of your mouth, dripping on your chin and then on the floor, but your mind was focused on how sweet Jisung’s voice was sounding, whimpering your name as you licked him clean. He seemed to definitely lose it when you gathered the cum resting on your chin on your thumb, sucking on it right after. 

When you got back on your feets, your knees were aching, and your jaw too. But it was worth it, especially when you saw Han trying to recompose himself by arranging his hair, trying to look unbothered but you could see his hands shaking. Were you in a better state ? Not really since your panties were soaked in your arousal, sticking to your cunt. And you knew by the way he had gripped your hair that they were probably too messy to only look like you two had another argument. 

“- Y/N ?”

You were about to head back inside after arranging your hairstyle a bit, trying to not let him see how shaken you were by what had just happened. You put on a mask of confidence before turning to look at him, finding Han buried in a state of nervousness you’ve never seen him into before. He had always been that cocky guy around you, full of himself as if he knew the effect he had on you, not that anxious boy scratching the back of his neck and barely looking at you.

“- What ? 

- Do… Do you want to come with me to the hotel ? I didn’t even had the chance to show you how well I can use that tongue…”

If he had let you see a vulnerable side of him, it disappeared quickly, only to let you contemplate that smug smile of his. You sighed, holding back your own smile to spread across your face. Wasn’t that what you waited for ? 

“- You’ll have to make it worth it baby.”

He tried no to show how much this nickname was affecting him, or how turned on your smirk was getting him already. You had certainly noticed at this point, but he had always been admirative of your ability to act like nothing happened even when you should have been crying. Like this time when you performed for your monthly evaluations with a broken ankle, smiling at the jury as if you weren’t dying on the inside. Or like right now, as you were jocking around with Felix and San, as if he wasn’t fucking your throat minutes ago. Jisung would never say it out loud, but he had dreamt about this since the first time his eyes crossed yours in the rehearsal room, years ago. 

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You stumbled across his room, not even remembering how you made it to the door, the only thing crossing your mind being his hands trying to unzip your dress, and yours unbuckling his belt for the second time tonight. You pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed and getting rid of your dress yourself under his hungry gaze. Jisung’s eyes were wide open, watching closely as the piece of clothing fell to the floor, pooling at your feets. 

He tried to say something, but his throat was dry, and he could only look as you straddled him. His body seemed to understand what was happening only when you leaned in to kiss him again, your tongue entering his mouth easily. His hands wandered on your skin, moaning when he felt your warmth under his touch and your fingers running through his hair. 

“- You’re so gorgeous… I need more baby, please…”

You took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, earning some incoherent whines from him. 

“- You need what ? You need to be more specific, baby boy.”

It only made him moan some more as you started grinding against his bulge. The fact that he was still fully dressed while you were only wearing your underwear turned him on. You should’ve been the one feeling small and vulnerable, but here you were, teasing him, having control, and Han loved it. 

“- I need you to touch me… Please, please…”

Your smile softened when you heard him beg. It was what you had always dreamt of - of having Han Jisung on his knees for you. 

“- But didn’t you promise to show me how well you could use your tongue ? 

- Yes ! Yes, I’ll eat you out, I just want to be good for you…”

There was something so wrong about seeing this proper and talented guy so desperate for you, and only you. But it was also so exciting, you didn’t think about it twice before throwing away your panties and pushing him to lay down on the mattress. And when Jisung saw you crawling until you straddled his face this time, he felt like his heart would come out of his chest from how fast it was beating. 

“- You’ll better not make me regret coming here baby.”

Maybe he would have responded, if his mouth wasn’t full of your pussy. You lowered yourself on his tongue, moaning when he started to lick your clit. You kept yourself up on your knees, not wanting to suffocate him, but his hands gripped your thighs, pushing you entirely on his face, not giving a fuck about if he could still breath or not. He just wanted to dive in your cunt forever, to taste you for hours, to stay between your thighs for as long as you’ll allow him to.  

“- That’s it Hannie, feels so good…”

You grabbed his hair again, pressing his face harder against your wetness, getting him to moan so loudly you thought he was coming. Jisung licked your slit, tasting your sweet juice again and again, knowing he’d never get tired of it. His tongue flicked against your bundle of nerves harshly, feeling your thighs tense under his fingers. Your moans were making him dizzy, and he was so hard he thought he could come undone just from your savor and your praises. 

“- So great with that tongue, you didn’t lie… Now make me cum, I can’t wait to feel you in me…”

Han didn’t need you to tell him twice before he pushed his tongue past your walls, his nose rubbing against your clit. You threw your head back as waves of pleasure washed over you, grinding on his face shamelessly and crying out his name over and over, until it felt too much. Your legs were trembling as you slowly got off from him, allowing him to finally sit up.  

He was as breathless as you, his lips and chin were covered in your arousal, his eyes were glistening, and you didn’t know if it was from tears or just excitement. You stared at each other for a few seconds, without saying a word, before his hoarse voice came out.

“- Let me fuck you… Please…”

You bit your lips, your eyes focusing solely on his lips for a moment, before you leaned in to kiss him again. This was enough of an answer for Jisung, and this time, everything coming near to demanding was only a memory as he grabbed your breast over your bra roughly. You moaned in the kiss, and he took advantage of it to rub his tongue against yours messily, saliva dripping down your chin. 

He didn’t stop kissing you when he took off your underwear, nor when he pinned you against the bed, only letting your mouth go to get rid of his own clothes. He threw them away quickly, not caring where they landed as your hands ran his chest up and down, biting your bottom lip as he also got rid of his pants and underwear. You couldn’t lie to yourself when it came to him : he was looking like a greek god, naked under the moonlight. 

“- Fuck me Jisung. I want you to ruin me.”

His eyes darkened, if that was even possible, but you didn’t get the chance to admire that as he dived in again to kiss you passionately, moaning in each other's mouth, teeth clashing and tongues dancing together. You felt his hands caressing your knee before spreading them open with a strength you didn’t think he’d have. Another whine escaped your lips at the images running in your mind from this newfound information.

“- Please, tell me you have a condom or I might go crazy.”

You smiled, and pushed him away just enough to grab your bag abandoned on the floor next to the bed, searching in a little side pocket to hand him a condom, trying not to get distracted by his hands grabbing your ass cheeks. 

“- I’m surprised you don’t have one.

- Sorry, didn't expect a little brat to suck my dick tonight.”

You chuckled at his mumbled words, pulling on his hair to bring back his lips on yours. Jisung tried to focus on it all at once : getting the condom on, kissing you, and not fainting. He seemed all confident and composed, but his hands were shaking from anticipation and nervousness as they landed on your thighs again. He knew you were the type to get a new guy every week just for fun, you had so much more experience than him, what if he ended up embarrassing himself ? 

“- If you don’t fuck me right now, I might go crazy.”

Your whiny voice - as much as you tried to sound composed - made him come back to reality. And the moment he pushed his cock past your folds, the moment he felt your wetness engulfing him, the moment he heard your desperate moans for more of his dick, his brain deactivated definitely. Han hissed when he finally filled you up fully, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck as he started moving, holding your legs up, allowing him to thrust deeper each time. 

“- Fuck… You feel so good, so wet and tight just for me… It is just for me right ?”

He didn’t know where this possessiveness was coming from, nor did you, but judging by the way you clenched around him as he whispered the words against your sensitive skin, it wasn’t really bothering you. But you didn’t answer, focused on the way his cock was hitting all the right places already, making it hard for you to contain your noises. Until a hard thrust of his hips made you cry out his name.

“- F-Fuck Jisung ! Keep going…

- Answer baby, is this all for me ?”

Another thrust that made you see stars behind your closed eyes - a vain attempt to hold yourself back from moaning at each one of his moves. He kissed the skin of your neck slowly at first, quickly turning into sucking, biting and marking you. You had a stage tomorrow, and it was obvious that it would leave purple marks on your skin. But at this exact moment you couldn’t care less about it. 

“- Yes, yes, just for you !”

Han groaned loudly before he stood up on his knee, wrapping your legs around his waist and his hands gripping on your body as he started to pound into you, making your back arch and your mouth hang open, an incoherent mix between pleas, his name and animalistic sounds coming out. Trying to keep some sanity, you grabbed the sheets beneath you, looking up at Jisung between your legs : sweats was glistening on his skin, moans falling from his lips with every little clench of your cunt around him

“- That’s my good girl… Shit ! Letting me use her sweet pussy like that, screaming only my name. Only mine.

- Yeah ! Y-Yes… Only yours Ji !”

Your grip on the sheets wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed him. 

“- More.”

It took no more than a word from you to get him. The weight of his body soon crushed you into the mattress, the skin-to-skin contact making you whimper. You immediately ran one of your hands through his hair, the other one resting on his back, needing to feel more of him. He came back to your neck, attacking the other side this time as the speed of his thrusts increased. Your nails dug into the skin of his back when he hit your g-spot again, making you clench so hard around him he thought you were cumming. 

“- God, I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that princess… 

- Don’t care, I want your cum all over me.”

A loud moan escaped his mouth before you felt him pull out of your dripping cunt, jerking himself off right away. The loss of his dick was soon replaced by two of your own fingers pushing into your pussy, circling your clit as you watched him fall apart in front of your eyes. 

“- Oh fuck ! Shit, shit, shit… I-”

Another loud moan interrupted him as his hot cum landed on your stomach and breast, some even ending up on your chin. His blissed out face and little whines as he slowly stopped moving his hand just did it for you, cumming hard around your own fingers, missing the look of wonder Han threw at you when you came, rubbing your thighs gently to help you come back to reality. 

You didn’t know how much time passed by like this, next thing you knew was that you were in Jisung’s arms, legs tangled, and your face buried in his chest. Your eyes opened with difficulty, blinded by the light of the bright sun coming from the window - you didn’t really care about closing the curtains last night. With almost as much struggle, you managed to get out of his embrace, heading to the bathroom with your clothes from yesterday that you picked up on the floor. 

As soon as you saw your reflection in the mirror, you gasped. If last night, you enjoyed his mouth on your neck, you were regretting it now that you saw how many hickeys he left on your skin, and how dark they were. You couldn’t ask the stylist to give you something else since the outfits of your group had already been selected. You sighed while thinking about what you’ll need to do to convince the staff so they would cover this up with makeup. 

“- Couldn’t keep his mouth shut, as always.

- I won’t apologize for this, everyone should know you’re mine”

You turned around quickly, finding Jisung landing against the door frame of the bathroom, his fucking smirk back on his lips as you tried to process what he had just said. Your heart fluttered, but you couldn’t do that. It was too complicated. So you just decided to brush it off, and focused on taking off your makeup that was smeared around your eyes instead - keeping your hands busy to keep your mind busy too.

“- Stop with that. I’m not yours.”

You saw his smile drop in the mirror, and it suddenly felt like a heavy burden was weighing on your shoulders, like it was getting harder to breathe. 

“- I- Fuck… I can’t keep this up anymore Y/N. 

- What are you talking about ?”

Maybe playing dumb would allow you to ditch this conversation. You were not ready. Not ready to admit what you were feeling, and not ready to accept that he was maybe feeling the same way. 

“- I’m talking about us, about… About this whole fucked up relationship, because I know for a fact that you don’t hate me, and I can’t bring myself to hate you either. I’m tired of lying and always pretending that I don’t want to be near you when this is all I dream about. I don’t know what you want, but I’m pretty sure that I want you all for myself.”

From the way he was talking, from the anger and sadness that was pouring out of his words, you knew that it came from his heart, that he had been holding back for a long time. And maybe you did too. Because you slowly turned to look at him again, head down and playing with his fingers restlessly. 

“- I… It’s way too complicated Jisung, and you know it.”

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed in yours again, and you were only inches away from each other’s body. It seemed as if his gaze was burning with fire, as if he was struggling to keep himself together. 

“- I don’t give a fuck about that ! I don’t give a fuck about the stupid shit you find complicated ! Because you know that it is not impossible, you know it. I just want you. That’s as simple as that.”

You breathed heavily as he calmed down quickly, coming back to his previous state of anxiety. You didn’t dare to say a word, afraid to hurt him once again when all you really wanted was to hold him.

“- Please, just say something.”

You felt your eyes well up with tears as you hugged him tight, his arms immediately wrapping around you, as if it was where you should be. Your plan was not to get there, but now that his fingers were stroking your hair gently, and that his intoxicating scent was surrounding you, were you really regretting it ? 

“- Maybe… Maybe I want you all for myself too, and… Maybe we can try.”

Both of you will need a long and serious talk, but Han’s smile as he buried his face in your hair and your heart fluttering when he did so was enough of an explanation for now. And as he took you back to the bed, caressing your skin tenderly, the bet was long forgotten. 

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[authorhjk1]

Any chance that there will be a karina sequel for the main story where she would come back begging for more or begging to be a side chick/mistress or something?

Interlude: Training

(Karina X Ahin X Male Reader)

"What is going on here?"

You step into your living room with a frown on your face. You just came back from a morning run on the beach. Ahin was still sleeping when you left and you didn't expect her to be up already. And you definitely didn't expect to see another woman with her.

"Hi babe."

Ahin gets off the couch. You raise an eyebrow as you realize that she is wearing a long white dress. But then you remember that she had some sort of charity to attend to today.

You reluctantly lean down to kiss her back. Despite Ahin getting off on you sleeping with other women, it's weird to see her with someone you've slept with. But then again, Karina is also working with her anyways.

"Hi."

You can tell she is a little shy right now. Her outfit indicates that she must have come over right after a performance or something.

"Just give us a minute."

Ahin turned towards Karina and is now leading you into the kitchen.

"What is she doing here?"

Your girlfriend doesn't let go off your hand.

"She wants you."

"I will take her with me once I'm ready for work."

You are well aware of your promise to Ahin. No other woman in this house. And yet, you are barely able to hold yourself back. You haven't seen Karina in a couple of weeks. And it feels like she becomes more beautiful everytime you see her.

Ahin catches your impatience. A sly smile appears on her lips.

"She isn't here, just because she wants you to fuck her now."

You are confused. Judging from her outfit, you thought she had something important on her mind, having to get here immediately after her performance. And you don't know what else she would want from you.

"Karina doesn't want you to fuck her only today."

Ahin's eyes seem to tell you something, but you are still in the dark.

"Then what does she want?"

"You."

That word makes you frown.

"What? Doesn't she know we..."

"She does. The two of us talk, you know?"

"I know. So why...?"

"She-"

"I need you."

You look past Ahin. Karina is standing behind her, hands clasped in front of her body.

"I get that. But-"

"You don't."

She hesitates, before she takes a step forward, now standing next to your girlfriend.

"I need you. Really need you."

You don't get what she means. She didn't catch feelings, did she?

"I-I always get so jealous when I hear another idol talk about you. It makes me hate them. Like they are stealing something from me."

You glance at Ahin, which Karina seems to have caught.

"It's different with Ahin unnie. She is your girlfriend. You love her. I get that."

Karina's words now flow out of her, almost as if she is rapping. It seems like she held this in for a while now. You have to concentrate to be able to catch every word. Your Korean is still not perfect.

"I respected her too much to say something until now. And-And I don't even know what this is. I-I can't be in love with you, right?"

A shiver runs down your spine. Is she serious?

"I-I mean the only thing we do is having sex. And I don't even know a lot about you. And yet, I-I always get so jealous when..."

Ahin strokes Karina's shoulder to calm her down a little.

The younger of the two takes a deep breath.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I need more of you. I'm not satisfied with only meeting you occasionally. I need you more regularly."

You can tell she is biting back an 'always'.

"Have you thought about the possibility that this isn't me, but-"

"But the sex?"

Karina shakes her head.

"I wish. I wish I could just tell you I've become a sex addict, thanks to you."

You feel oddly proud. Although you shouldn't be. If that's true, it is a little concerning.

"But it's not sex in general. It's sex with you."

"Okay."

You need a little time to digest what just happened.

Before you are able to say anything else, Ahin's voice makes you look at her.

"I-I'm willing to share."

She is obviously hesitant, but after another moment of thinking, she finally nods. Determined.

"I'm willing to share you with Karina."

"But aren't you already...?"

"Sharing you with other girls? Kind off. But no. I know you fuck other girls all the time. But you always change it up a little. It's not a problem, since you don't focus on anyone in particular."

Ahin takes Karina's hand.

"But I'm willing to make an exception."

You are quiet, waiting for her to finish. This is something you've never thought of. The fact that your girlfriend let's you sleep with other women still feels like a dream. But what is she proposing now?

"Karina sleep with you whenever and wherever she wants. Including this house. But don't expect me to just ignore the two of you, when I'm here too. When I'm here, I always come first."

Karina nods in agreement.

"Good. You can come over as much as you want. I can clear out a drawer for you in the bedroom. I doubt you would be staying in one of the guest rooms."

Ahin turns to you.

"If that's okay for you of course. The other rules still stand though. Don't have feelings for anyone but me. And don't get her pregnant."

"I doubt that anyone of us would want that."

You chuckle, but you catch Karina biting her lip.

How much of you does she really need?

"It's settled then. Since (y/n) still has to shower after his run, I'm guessing you would like to help him out?"

Karina nods eagerly. You can't help but get hard at the thought. If Karina is staying at your place regularly from now on, you wonder if every single shower you are going to take is going to turn into a threesome.

As Karina leaves you and Ahin to head towards the bathroom, you pull your girlfriend into a kiss.

"I know that this can't be easy for you."

"I would do anything to make you happy."

She kisses you back.

"What about your own happiness?"

"You don't get it, do you?"

You raise an eyebrow as Ahin laughs at you.

"All of this confirms that I'm with the best man I could ever have. Every female celebrity in this country wants you. But I'm the only one you love."

You lean down to kiss her forehead.

"I really do love you."

When you pull back, you look behind her as if you are looking after Karina.

"What if she does want more than just sex?"

"I don't know. But as long as you are loyal, I'm not really worried anyway."

"Wait. I have an idea."

When Ahin sees your mischievous grin, a devilish smile forms on her lips, while she listens to your proposal.

Karina moans as she gets woken up. Except for the blowjob she gave you in the shower yesterday, the rest of her day went on as usual. After you and Ahin picked her up from her dorm, Karina only then realized what she got herself into.

The three of you stayed up for quite a while. Despite her being a hard working dancer, she has never felt this sore before. Her thighs still feel like pudding. She can't see them, covered by the blanket, but red marks are all over them. Her pussy feels used, but in a good way. Like she got rid off all the stress she had inside of her before. Hickeys cover her entire body. Mostly her chest and thighs. But she vividly remembers Ahin, biting and sucking on her neck, while you made her impale herself on your cock. A feeling Karina will probably never forget.

It's your girlfriend's voice that finally makes her open her eyes.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Breakfast is ready."

Before she can reply, Ahin is already gone. A little disoriented, Karina throws the blanket off her tired body. She looks around your bedroom, trying to figure out what to wear. Despite spending the night, she wasn't able to get a good look at the room. She was busy getting plowed into the mattress, while Ahin told her what a good slut she is.

Karina feels shame flowing through her veins. She already felt bad for asking Ahin to share her boyfriend. And although it was dirty talk last night, it might be what Ahin actually thinks of her.

The young girl's clothes are still downstairs. She left them there last night. For a moment, she thinks about borrowing something from Ahin, but she quickly shakes her head. She is already using her boyfriend. She can't also steal her clothes.

"There you are."

Ahin gives her a sweet smile as Karina steps into the living room. While Ahin is fully dressed, Karina is only wearing one of your shirts.

"Please. We already ate."

Ahin points at the full plate on the table.

"Where is (y/n) by the way?"

Your girlfriend chuckles.

"Why? Are you having second thoughts about this?"

"N-No!"

Karina quickly shakes her head.

"He is working. (Y/n) will be home later. Maybe around six."

As she sits down at the table, Karina glances at the clock in the kitchen. 12 pm. Was last night really this hard on her?

Karina only realizes that Ahin is standing behind her, after she finished her breakfast.

"Wait. What are you doing?"

She is too surprised to answer. Her fork in her right hand and her phone in the left.

"Don't worry about it."

Ahin has already tied Karina's legs to the chair by now.

"Would you mind taking the shirt off?"

"What? Why?"

Despite her questions, Karina finds herself doing what she is told. She feels awkward sitting naked in your living room, while Ahin is fully dressed and tying her to the chair.

"Let me make some room."

Instead of pushing the table somewhere else, Ahin takes the chair Karina is sitting on and pushes it towards the middle of the room.

"What is going on?"

Karina looks around. Her body is completely tied to the chair. The three of you came up with a safe word for her last night. Would Ahin still listen to her now?

"Look at this."

After stepping in front of her, Ahin takes something out of her pockets.

"That-That's a used condom."

"Correct. It's (y/n)'s. From last night."

"But-But I saw him cum in your mouth. Several times."

Karina feels her cheeks heating up as she says those words out loud.

"He did. But he made me spit it out."

"Why?"

"So you can have it."

"What do you mean?"

Ahin starts to open the nod she put into the condom last night.

"Open your mouth."

Her voice isn't loud or demanding. Just dominant. Just giving simple orders. And Karina, despite hesitating, does what she is told.

"Good girl."

Ahin praises her, before she holds the condom over Karina's mouth. A thick globe of your cum falls down, landing on her tongue.

"Don't swallow."

Karina doesn't move, but your taste is already lingering on her tongue. It takes her a surprising amount of self-control to not just gulp it down.

Ahin takes Karina's face into her hands, before leaning down. Her tongue invades the younger girl's mouth. Karina moans as your cum swirls around her whole mouth. Ahin slowly steals it from her and eventually stands straight again. Karina's mouth is completely empty. Only your taste remains.

With envy in her eyes, the younger girl watches how Ahin takes a big gulp, swallowing your cum.

"I expected you to put up more of a fight."

"Y-You caught me off guard."

The older one chuckles.

"That just means you don't appreciate this enough, yet."

She holds up the condom.

"Let-Let me try again."

Karina's desperate tone makes Ahin smile. She holds the condom over Karina's mouth again, slowly letting some of your cum fall onto your tongue.

"Keep it in your mouth."

To the younger one's surprise, Ahin just leaves her. She walks out of the living room, without looking back. A minute or two later, she reappears. A small pink object is lying in her hands.

"Did you swallow?"

Karina shakes her head, unable to talk with your cum in her mouth.

"Good girl."

Karina's cheeks heat up at the praise.

She feels Ahin working on her waist after she leans down. She wants to know what she is doing, but she can't move her head, without letting your cum fall out of her mouth.

A shiver runs through her as the small pink object touches her clit. The cold plastic gives her goosebumps. Karina knows what this is.

"Now, you don't have to do anything. Just sit here and enjoy yourself."

Ahin leans down, her face close to Karina's.

"But don't swallow. You are only allowed to swallow when you cum. Understood?"

After a moment, Karina hesitantly nods.

"Very good."

Ahin pats her head, before taking a step back again.

The younger girl's eyes dart down to the pink remote in her hand, which she only noticed now.

Karina's breath hitches as she sees Ahin pressing a button. The vibrator on her clit starts to do it's work. The setting is low at first. Enough to make Karina struggle to stay cool, but not enough to get her off.

She looks up at Ahin, not sure where else to look.

Her body starts to tremble, when Ahin turns it up a notch. Karina's spread thighs quiver. The urge to rub them together overwhelms her. It almost feels like your cum in her mouth becomes heavier.

"Try to breath through your nose, sweetie."

Ahin's voice drips with honey as she strokes Karina's hair.

Hidden from the younger girl's view, her finger presses the button once more.

A moan escapes Karina's lips, almost making her swallow instinctively. It's getting harder for her now. Her breathing becomes heavier. The vibration on her clit is now getting her off. She can feel herself starting to get wetter.

"Good girl."

Ahin kisses Karina's cheek.

The younger one's nostrils flare as she tries to steady her breathing. The warmth in her core starts to grow. She desperately wants to cum. She wants to feel your sticky seed flow down her throat. And yet, she tries to hold on, afraid she is going to spill something.

"You are almost there. You are doing so well."

Ahin's soothing voice isn't helping her at all. It only encourages Karina to close her eyes. She focuses on her breathing, trying to blend out the fact that she is tied to the chair, your cum filling her mouth.

Karina almost lets out a yelp as she feels Ahin's hand on her chest.

"Sweetie, you are doing such a good job."

The constant praise makes Karina moan. She feels validated. As if Ahin is telling her that it's okay to be a slut. That it's actually good. That it's a good thing Karina is addicted to another woman's boyfriend.

"If I remember correctly, you liked this a lot last night."

Karina almost squeals in pleasure as she suddenly feels Ahin's lips capture one of her nipples. She could swear that a drop of your cum is slowly running along the wall of her throat. It's slowly making it's way to her stomach. Sinful evidence of her almost failed attempt to keep her composure.

Ahin's lips and tongue feel more like torture than pleasure at this point. She switches between both nipples, giving them equal attention. Meanwhile, the vibrator on her clit makes Karina's tremble even more. She can tell her incoming orgasm isn't that far away anymore. A minute at most. Maybe. Or maybe only a couple of seconds.

Karina's nails dig into her own hand as she tries to find an outlet for her pleasure. Since they are tied to the chair, she can't hold onto something else.

Ahin delivers the final blow, when she lets her hand wander over Karina's midriff. It passes the pink vibrator and reaches her pussy.

The older girl lets it circle around her lower lips and Karina's resistance breaks. Her body trembles and shakes as she orgasms in the middle of your living room. She is almost completely silent. That last remaining functional part of her brain is doing its best to keep your cum in her mouth. It's an almost impossible task.

But Karina manages to hold on. Once her orgasm subsides, she opens her eyes. She is greeted by a smiling Ahin, who is patting her head again.

"Good girl."

Despite her desperate longing to take a big gulp, Karina waits for permission. Only then does she realize that the vibrator is off.

"You earned it. Swallow his cum."

Karina closes her eyes again, before she gladly lets your thick seed flow down her throat. She never felt so rewarded. It feels to her like your cum tastes ten times better than it usually does.

When Karina finally opens her eyes again, Ahin is holding up the condom again.

"You know the drill, sweetie."

Ahin sends you another picture as you step out out of your Ferrari. Just like the last one, it's mainly Karina, who is still tied to the chair. Her body is covered by sweat now. She looks tired and worn out.

Stepping inside your house, you hear moaning from inside the living room.

"Almost there, sweetie. You are doing good."

Your girlfriend's voice makes you smile as you walk towards it.

The scene in front of you makes you instantly hard. Karina is still bound to the chair. Her mouth is almost overflowing with your cum. You catch a couple of used condoms decorating her thighs. Her black hair is sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Meanwhile, Ahin is standing behind her, leaning over and fingering Karina to another orgasm.

You watch as she silently climaxes, her body fighting against the chair and the ropes. You wonder how many times she already came like this. It seems like Ahin just emptied the last condom in the younger girl's mouth, who is now swallowing it's former contents with a big smile on her face.

"Babe!"

Ahin sees you first. She walks over and kisses you, pulling your head down to match her hight.

"H-Hi."

You smile at Karina.

"Would you mind letting her go?"

Ahin walks back and starts working on the ropes that keep Karina in place. You see deep red marks as they come off one by one. But Karina doesn't really seem to care. Once they are off, she gets off the chair.

Her legs are shaking, but she manages to walk over to where you are standing. Her nude body presses against yours, her tits rubbing against your shirt as she looks up at you.

"I-I need your cum. Please. I really need it."

Her whines make you chuckle. It seems like it worked. To prevent Karina from catching any further feelings, you had to make her so addicted to your cum that she can't think about anything else when she sees you.

"Ride me first."

You sit down on the couch, Karina following you.

"Don't mind if I order take out. I'm starving."

Ahin walks away as if you and Karina are just going to watch a movie or something.

Instead, Karina quickly tears your pants off your body, before straddling you.

"Please cum quickly. I need it."

"You already mentioned that."

You bite your lip as Karina sinks onto your shaft. Her pussy wraps around your cock as she glides down to the base.

"Oh god!"

She moans louder than ever before today as she starts bouncing in your lap. Her tits do the same right in front of your face. You can only contain yourself for a couple of moments, before you take them into your hands. You play with them, while Karina keeps riding you.

Just as Ahin did earlier, you start sucking on her nipples. It makes Karina moan louder as she throws her hips towards yours.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!"

Now that she doesn't have to keep your cum in her mouth, she can finally voice her pleasure freely.

"Please make me cum on your cock. Please!"

You place your hands on her waist and start using them to control her movements. You make her pick up the pace quickly.

Karina moans and mewls as she is forced to ride you as fast and as hard as she can. She tries her best to make you cum quickly. She tries to keep eye contact. She tries to flex her abs. She tries to tighten her walls. Anything that makes you want to blow your load into her needy mouth.

After ordering teokbokki, Ahin has come back into the living room. Without a word, she walks up to the two of you, reaching around Karina's waist.

The younger girl moans loudly as she finds herself in a similar position from last night. Ahin's hand starts to play with her clit, while she keeps bouncing on your cock. You keep your face buried in her tits, while Ahin latches onto her neck.

"Gonna cum!"

Karina closes her eyes, throwing her head back, almost headbutting Ahin, who quickly moves out of the way. Your girlfriend starts whispering dirty things into her ear again.

"Be a good slut. Cum on his cock."

She keeps rubbing the younger ones clit, while your grip on her waist increases in strength. You are going to leave marks again.

"You are now his cum dump. His cum drunk whore."

"Please!"

With a loud plea for you to cum in her mouth, Karina orgasms on top of you. Her pussy pulsates around you, her walls squeezing you again and again.

"Get off. I'm gonna cum."

Without even noticing it, Karina swallows by herself after having orgasmed. As if Ahin trained this reflex into her.

With the older girl's help, she manages to slide off of you. Your cock is drenched in her juices. Ahin leans forward and takes you into her mouth. You groan as her skilful tongue dances around your cock. She cleans you up, almost making you cum in her mouth in the process.

"Karina, open your mouth."

Like the good slut she has now been trained to be, Karina opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out. You feel Ahin's tongue swirl around your tip one last time, before you give yourself a couple of quick strokes.

Karina lets out a deep moan as she feels your warm cum hit her tongue, her mouth, her lips and parts of her face. She almost orgasms again without even touching herself. Her brain now connecting your cum with her own pleasure and orgasms.

Before she can savor your taste comfortably, Ahin captures her lips with her own. While for you it looks like they are just kissing, the two women on her knees fight a fierce battle with their tongues. Ahin leans in further and a moment later, Karina finds herself lying on the floor of your living room, Ahin on top of her.

[amber-lucca44]

Couldn't sleep and was bored, and kinda hate Drake so um

Drake's biggest fuckups I've caught on this beef

He loves trying to diss Kendrick for his height. Yk like a toddler would.

He tries to say Kendrick's Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers was a bad album. If we're talking critical reviews, it had a Metacritic rating of 85/100, compared to Drake's highest ever rating of 79/100 for Nothing Was The Same. In fact, Kendrick's lowest Metacritic score so far has been 80/100 for Section.80, again over Drake's highest.

...and if we're talking sales or streams, well first, no one ever challenged Drake's sales compared to Kendrick. I think we all know Drake is pretty much unmatched when it comes to that. Second, if sales were a factor to determine quality of music, then holy shit "Despacito" must be an all time magnum opus like nothing anyone ever heard before lol.

Trying to call Kendrick a sellout for doing songs with Maroon 5 and Taylor Swift? Drake calling someone else a sellout? 🤡🤡🤡

The line where he said Kendrick isn't on the big three because SZA, Travis Scott and 21 Savage "got him wiped down". Okay, first, I'm pretty sure this guy thinks big three means just "the three best selling" and uhhh no not quite. And second, and most obvious, SZA? SZA isn't even a rapper, why are you trying to bring her into this? 🙄

The AI to imitate 2Pac's and Snoop's voices. A few points here. First of all, the fucking disrespect to 2Pac, what the fuck. Glad Pac's family threatened him to remove it. Second, Snoop Dogg is alive. You just used his AI voice cause you know damn well he wouldn't be caught dead doing a verse on a Kendrick diss for you. And as a third point, it's just funny you felt like you had to use AI to make a diss track. Ghostwriters weren't enough for this one ig lol.

"Taylor Made Freestyle" was all just him begging on his hands and knees for Kendrick to reply something and give him some attention. Drake took almost a month replying to Kendrick's verse on "Like That". And he's begging for a response to "Push Ups" like a week after it was leaked (and the same day it was even officially released in the first place)

He tried to say the things Kendrick would diss him with. He was mostly right but oh boy did Kendrick do so much more.

Is he a Swiftie too? Cause he wouldn't let her go for "Taylor Made". In his mind, he swears Kendrick wasn't dropping a diss cause he didn't want to interrupt Taylor Swift's album's success, which is just a funny and dumb conclusion to make.

Spends the end of that track just talking, trying to praise Taylor for "managing Kendrick's schedule". 🤡

Drake beginning "Family Matters" with an n word and then going "yeah I said it I know that you mad" really came off sounding like when 12 year olds play online and say the word to seem tough. 😂

"Always rapping like you trying to get the slaves freed". Dang so making songs that actually have substance and meaning means you wanna free slaves, okay.

About these next lines...

Kendrick said he hated the girls you fuck referring to your dumbass being a pedo and hated you trying to hook up with underage girls. Not at any point did he say anything about their color tf.

"I've been with black and white and everything that's in between" okay so all underage girls okay got it. Again that was never the point. 😐

"You the black messiah wifin' up a mixed queen" Drake seriously missed the whole entire fucking point. Kendrick never said he didn't like you for hooking up with white women, what the fuck. And again the messiah thing is just funny.

He mentioned Whitney on "Push Ups", and some gave him the benefit of the doubt thinking he might have just done some wordplay about Whitney Houston being called the same as Kendrick's wife, wasn't clear enough. But these lyrics here are what made it abundantly clear he did want to try to mess with his family. I'm sorry but at this point that's not a rap beef, you intentionally tried to make it personal. Maybe you knew you never had a chance so you thought going there would make it possible to win? As if you didn't have a horrible fucking record already.

"Why you never hold your son and tell him 'say cheese'?" Maybe he doesn't want to expose him too much to the public while he raises him, decent human beings would understand that.

"We could've left the kids out of this, don't blame me" Kendrick said you don't know shit about raising a child based on information that was already abundantly public (see "The Story Of Addidon") and also based on the fact that you, despite having that child, love playing tough on IG and dropping disses using AI begging Kendrick to reply. Trying to get Kendrick's children involved is totally on you, buddy. Kendrick wasn't the one dealing with being exposed with having a child no one knew about and you wouldn't acknowledge.

He loves baselessly claiming that one of Kendrick's children isn't his. Again, baselessly, so literally just gossip lol.

And speaking of baseless stuff, he's really keeps running on his claim that Kendrick has beaten his wife. THERE IS NO EVIDENCE OF THIS. Like at all. In his mind, he probably thinks that since his easily provable bullshit was exposed, he'll try to invent some bs on Kendrick too to make it seem like they're both horrible people. The only piece of shit we know of in this beef is you, Drake.

Not at Kendrick but in a diss aimed at The Weeknd, Drake had to pull out his homophobic card. Disgusting. Fuck, it's so easy to dislike this guy. 🙄

Saying that Kendrick's music only "hitting hard" when Baby Keem writes on it. Is it cause he has writing credits on "N95"? He does ad libs on the song so I'm pretty sure that's why he's listed. Are the ad libs that fire? Lol

"Kendrick just opened his mouth, somebody go hand him a Grammy right now" awww he jealous bout Kendrick's Grammy's lol 🥺

He brought up Kendrick's transgender uncle, and was transphobic to try to diss Kendrick. Just plain ignorant and disgusting as hell. But of course he did. 😑🙄

Tried to blame Kendrick for 2Pac's family threatening legal action for his "Taylor Made Freestyle". Bro what you did was plain disrespectful and it was just bound to happen.

Did he really try to brag about the video leaked of him masturbating? 🤡🤡🤡

And this nonsense right here, was it cause he visited Ghana or something? He's trying to pin Kendrick as a racist? Huh?

...and follows this up with an ignorant, racist, weird ass comment dissing Michael Jackson too for no reason whatsoever. 🤡

Talking to the mirror here lol

Naming his diss track "The Heart part 6" was almost clever. Except for the fact that yk the song is fucking trash.

The first line on this song calls Kendrick "the Pulitzer Prize winner". Yeah pointing out an accolade as amazing as that one at the beginning of a diss towards him will definitely do it. 😀

Having a comment by Dave Free as the cover for the single. Is this his evidence for a kid being his? 😂

Saying you "plotted to give Kendrick information" doesn't even help you much when it's all easily believable based on your background lol.

Denying the child Kendrick is exposing him to have, again, doesn't help your case at all after Adonis.

Goes back to saying Kendrick beat his wife and one of his children is not his, again with no evidence or hint whatsoever, only to go and say he's all about "facts". 🤡

Okay so, be careful everyone, don't leave heart emojis to any child or baby post ever, cause Drake is going to think you're the father.

Why is he even bringing up Kendrick's confessions on "Mother I Sober"? How is bringing up a traumatic potential sexual abuse incident a good way to dodge your own sexual abuse allegations? And that's not even exactly what Kendrick said on the fucking song! It's just disgusting.

And then tries to ridicule Kendrick for being a victim of this. What the fuck is wrong with this mf.

Okay and this one is just cringe. He tried to spin Kendrick's jab on "Not Like Us". B sharp isn't even a thing btw. 😂😂🤡

"I'd never look twice at no teenager" there is literally video of you kissing a teenager on stage, for starters. So you just look at them once before you creep on them how does that work

"Only fucking with Whitney" ah yes the old "I'll fuck your bitch" trope very clever and original Drake

Drake believing some bullshit he saw around about Kendrick using bots to boost his view count is just hilarious. He really thinks Kenny sat down and took some time to actually do that. 😂😂

He thinks people will cancel Kendrick over his baseless battery accusations. 🤡

He ends it with another minute rant like the one he did on "Taylor Made", and starts by saying the beef was "some good exercise". Ngl it is the first time I hear Drake rap at all in a while. So yeah gotta thank Kendrick for getting Drake to actually TRY to do some good music at all. (It's not even good but yk better than whatever trash he was doing before the beef)

"Just let me know when we getting to the facts, everything in my shit is facts" *doubles down on baseless claims of battery and one of Kendrick's children not being his*

[monebula-art]

Yknow I’m gonna rant about something rq. Maybe a bad take but just 👀👀👀 hear me out.

EDIT: this is legit just a saucy rant it’s not meant to cast blame on anyone and I love both Astarion’s because I find the character progressions and options for both Spawn and Ascended to be equally juicy with their own things to unpack. Every player has the freedom to choose and experience the adventures however they want to. These are legit just. My ramblings in amidst some hate brakes on Ascended that I wanted to shout into the void about. It’s not a dissertation. If anything this is just a ‘What if after the End’ kind of scenario that’s been tumbling around in my head. That’s it.

People give Ascended Astarion a bad rap, but like lemme cook for a smidge. If you stick with him. If you support and love him, sure he’s a little power hungry and arrogant and the power of being the Ascended gets to his head a little.

But like, he mentions going traveling. Seeing the world with you. Maybe for decades, for CENTURIES even. Just the two of you seeing all the world has to offer. He’s spent two hundred years+ STUCK in Baldur’s Gate. His love is no bougie noble who must travel in a carriage. And in fact I’d think a Tav or Durge would insist against it. They would travel like they used to. Like people do. (And famous words that tamed the most notorious of vampires was ‘Travel like people do, you might like it~’)

I think that time would eventually change Astarion back to who he was on track to being before he Ascended. Aka ‘Spawn Astarion’. Seeing the world from a ground perspective. Not above it, alongside it. Having a Tav/Durge who is grounded.

Once his little power trip has run its course, I think he’d mellow out. It might take a decade or two. But he’s got LITERAL ETERNITY to address his hurt. And with a loyal and loving Tav/Durge by his side, being his support and his compass how could he stay lost for long? Like think about it.

Who says yall can’t rule a new nation of Vampires? Who’s to say a world where Vampires can become a diplomatic SOCIETY that can coexist beside other mortals? A world where blood isn’t stolen or taken, but given freely by willing offerers. Where spawn are created to serve by their choice and not stolen out of the night with ultimatums to be slaves??? Where a bite from a vampire doesn’t mean a life of servitude or a death sentence??? Yknow??? Kinda like y’all’s romance first started????

Imagine a Tav who is so passionate about changing THEIR nation, that they build a dream where tormented slave spawns like Astarion and wretched monsters like Cazador don’t EVER HAVE TO EXIST.

And at the top they get to rule it all together. The king and queen of a new nation, a new age of vampires out of the shadows. Where they are beloved and revered and ok maybe a little bit feared, yknow? Rulership is hard.

Tell me in a few decades Astarion wouldn’t be all over that shit. With a dedicated partner, they could guide that ambition of his into something TRULY AMAZING. Like how is no one seeing the POTENTIAL? They swear he’s trash, like he wasn’t totally hanging on you before. Like he doesn’t revere you like the sun as his consort. His treasure??? His love, who he sees and desires eternity with? He’s not just keeping you around for shits n giggles. Like he doesn’t have compassion for people that just because he makes a fucked up choice(one that lowkey you helped him make so if you wanna be like ‘Oh but the 7000 lives!’ Like you made that decision with him. I mean. It was a shitty decision and if you fail the roll you fail the role that isn’t on you. I can get that thinking the Ascendant route is the best course and getting more than you bargained for. And I’ll concede, he’s INSUFFERABLY arrogant. But that’s just one choice in a long line of, really ONLY having fucked up choices to begin with???….. every body has done some irredeemable shit. Not saying you can’t condemn Astarion for that, plenty of the characters already do. But like… you don’t have to??? The lesson was keep living and live better. It’s the only way to make up for the misery and suffering.

He opened up to you once. Permitted your probing, even when it pissed him off. He learned to love you because of that. The power got to his head a little and he’s using that as a substitute coping mechanism for shit he still hasn’t dealt with. It’s fresh. It’s a very open wound he’s trying not to show.

It’ll pass sooner or later. And he’ll have to start healing. That’s why he has YOU. That’s why you stay.

Both Ascended and Spawn say they are with you, if you choose to go down the dark road and embrace your destiny as Durge. Both of them are with you no matter how bloody or deplorable or immoral it gets. Spawn isn’t just suddenly this sweet innocent with a peerless moral compass just because he decided not to ascend. Their dialogue is exactly the same. He’s still THERE and he’s still with his darling.

Miss me with that Ascended is irredeemable but Spawn did nothing wrong. They’re both equally happy to stab someone just for funsies. One hopped on the healing track sooner, that’s it. Abandoning Ascended Astarion right after his ascension just cuz you don’t like how he got a little intense about it is like GUARANTEEING he becomes a bitter and sadistic tyrant. Comparing him to Cazador so soon after he just ended that chapter but has yet to actually DEAL with the chapter mentally or emotionally is an interesting choice, but like… idk a lil wild from my perspective I guess.

You handled him with honesty, trust and patience all up until now, but suddenly he gets a little spooky and you back out? Seems to me like someone is just scared of his power now that he ain’t weaker than you anymore and needs to be protected hm??? Now he can actually fuck you up if he wanted and instead of embracing that with him some of yall wanna be like ‘Oh well now you’re the monster you always hated’.

Grow uuuuup. Make him worse? Make him better??

It has to get worse BEFORE it gets better. That’s how improvement works. It’s everyone’s personal choice to stick with him or bail. I don’t think either choice is a wrong one is all I’m saying. If you’re all in for him, and his mess, and sticking with him for the evil, or even to see if in some aftersotry imagining that time and wisdom eventually mellows him out a bit then cool~ I think that’s possible tbh?

If you think he’s too ‘abusive’ for you to stick with then feel free to end things. It doesn’t make him any less insufferable.

All I’m saying as someone who’s legit been in a few abusive relationships in the past— using possessive language and being manipulative and desperate for control is not a character trait that just appeared out of nowhere after Astarion Ascended. And some folks can just not like the path he took and wanna back out without outcrying a whole essay about why he’s now terrible and abusive and nobody should ever enjoy the Ascendant route. Is all I’m saying.

[deanstead]

Our Little Secret

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Y/N heads by to check on Adam and later finds herself in an awkward situation. But maybe it was just the one thing that needed to give both her and Adam a push.

Square Filled: Waking up next to each other for #resa.3kfiestabingo

Word Count: 1.4K+

Warnings: none

A/N: Let's just say I got into my protect Adam Ruzek feels thanks to a certain troll. So this is a fic that no one asked for.

ADAM RUZEK MASTERLIST

You paused just outside Adam’s door, your hand raised to knock.

Of course, your brain hadn’t stopped you earlier when you’d heard that Adam had been sent home because he wasn’t well, since the only thought you had had was that he must really be feeling under the weather, which only worried you. Your brain hadn’t stopped you when you’d got into your car or even when you’d pulled up in front of Adam’s apartment.

And then it decided to start this now?

You were already here so you rapped the door anyway, hearing shuffling footsteps before the door opened.

“You look like shit.” You said, even though you were a little worried by how Adam looked.

Adam stepped back to let you in. “Gee, thanks, Y/N.”

You smiled, raising the bag you were holding. “I come in peace.”

Stepping into Adam’s apartment confidently almost as if it was your own, you moved past him, putting the bag down on the short coffee table in front of the couch and turning back towards Adam who was already sitting on the couch.

Without saying a word, you inched closer towards him, putting a hand on his forehead.

Adam glanced up in surprise but you weren’t looking at him, your frown just deepening. “How long has your fever been running like this?”

“I’m fine.” Adam said and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.” You said. “Have you eaten today?”

The silence was as much answer as you needed. You shook your head and took out a bowl of soup from the bag you were carrying.

Adam looked like he wanted to argue but closed his mouth when he saw the look on your face. Instead, he lowered his head and accepted the bowl, taking small spoons of the soup you'd brought while you got up to get him some water and medicine.

“Here.” You said, your voice more gentle now as you took the half empty bowl out of his hands and handed him the tablet.

Adam glanced up at you.

“What, you think I’m gonna poison you?”

Adam just smiled, putting the pill in his mouth and swallowing.

“Alright, come on. I’ll take care of you.” You said, half joking.

Adam let you pull him to his feet but argued feebly. “I don’t need to be taken care of.”

“Yes you do.” You said, aware that your hand was clamped around his wrist now. Adam argued with you all the way to his room as you let him get into bed.

“I don’t…”

“Yeah, yeah.” You answered again. “Just sleep it off.”

You left him in bed, heading out to clear the bowls and glasses left behind, making another round around his living room before going back into his room to check on him.

Adam had fallen asleep, rightly so since even though he hated to admit it, he was sick.

But his fever hadn’t subsided and he barely stirred even when you put a hand to his head again. You were still worried but instead of overreacting, you dropped yourself to the floor at a safer distance on the other side of his bed, wanting to stay close by in case his fever spiked. Your eyes unconsciously drifted towards him once in a while as he slept.

Adam stirred, noting to himself that sleep was probably what he needed more than anything because he felt much better, until he registered his arm draped over…

He opened his eyes, freezing when he realized what his arm was draped over.

You.

Adam swallowed, as your eyes opened.

You’d already been awake but you were afraid to wake Adam if you moved since his hand was draped across you, so you’d closed your eyes again. And you’d opened them just to peek, meeting his alarmed brown ones now.

Startled, you threw yourself backwards this time, tumbling out of Adam’s bed with a crash.

“Y/N!”

If you could, you’d dig a hole in Adam's floor and crawl your way out of his apartment right now.

You were pretty sure you knew what had happened, as you felt the chill hit you from where you were seated on the floor now, despite the heating within the apartment. You’d probably nodded off to sleep and in a half-awake state had moved towards somewhere you could find warmth. Never mind that the warmth was under the covers of Adam’s bed, which he was also in.

“Y/N, you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” Adam was out of bed and kneeling in front of you now. And all you wanted to do was hide.

You looked up at him. “Yeah, I… Adam, I’m sorry. I don’t know what… I…”

Adam couldn’t help the small smile, as the corners of his lips turned up. “Hey, honest mistake, right?” Although Adam wished to God, it wasn’t.

You looked up now. “How’s the fever?” You asked.

Adam spread his arms out, as if to prove a point. “Told you I’d be fine.”

As if you needed to wash out the embarrassment, you mumbled something about getting some food for the both of you, before you dashed back out of his room.

Adam watched you rush towards his kitchen, smiling but also catching the barely formed thought in his mind of how it felt kind of nice waking up next to you.

Adam glanced up at you. “Soup?”

Now that you’d had some time to let the feeling of embarrassment wash over you, things felt slightly more normal again.

In a bid to pretend like what had happened earlier that day didn't send the butterflies flapping their wings at twice their normal speed in your gut, you started talking. "I don’t care if your fever is down. You still get sick people food… for today.”

Adam made a small groaning noise as you put it in front of him, which only made you smile. You kind of liked how he was only like this with you. Anyone else who saw him outside on another day would never see this side of him.

"What would I do without you?" Adam said with a smile as you put the food in front of him.

You chuckled. "Yeah Ruze, what would you do without me?"

Adam smiled and nodded like he was agreeing with you. "Who else would accidentally fall asleep next to me?"

You felt your face turn red and you wanted to chuck something at him. Instead, you didn't answer, looking down.

Adam glanced up and smiled. "Relax, Y/N. It's forgotten, alright? Our little secret." He paused. "If that's what you want."

You narrowed your eyes at him but something felt different in the air, a little charged.

Swallowing, you handed him a glass of water from his own kitchen, busying yourself with clearing the now empty bowls from his kitchen counter.

When you looked up, Adam was watching you.

“In all seriousness, though.” Adam said. “Thanks for coming by.”

You smiled. “Of course, Adam. I’ll always…” You paused. “You can always count on me.”

A small silence fell between the two of you before Adam. “Y/N.”

You glanced up, the counter separating the two of you now empty save for the glass of water that Adam had been drinking out of.

“About today…”

You sighed. “Adam, I thought this was forgotten? Look, I’m sorry and if I made things weird…”

Adam shook his head, pushing his chair backwards and standing. “That’s not what I wanted to say.”

You frowned in confusion but waited for him to continue.

“Is it weird if I tell you that it was kind of nice? You know, waking up next to you. Seeing you the moment I opened my eyes, at least.” Adam said, his voice soft and a little tentative.

“You... what?”

Adam shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal. I just wanted to tell you…”

You reached for his hand now, taking one step towards him and slipping it into his. He looked up, a little shocked but his eyes tinged with a little hope that sparkled in his warm eyes.

“Yeah.” The word slipped out of your mouth, quiet and soft, but felt like it filled the apartment.

You and Adam had been dancing around each other for so long, you’d almost felt like maybe you’d dreamed all the little flirtations, or the moments you’d been a little too close. Suddenly, you didn’t feel like waiting anymore.

Adam squeezed your hand gently. “So, will you let me wake up next to you again, maybe?” He asked.

Your eyes flicked up towards his. "You're asking me to..."

Adam smiled and leaned forward to put his arms around you and you smiled into his shoulder. “Yeah, I’d love to wake up next to you.” You whispered, looping your arms around his waist.

Maybe a third person wouldn’t have gotten all the unspoken words Adam and you were saying, but you and Adam knew. And that was enough.

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[scarlettjade420]

Caring BF x Trans masc reader

Wanted some good book bf x trans masc reader but couldn't find any, so i'm writing my own. small TW for talk about transphobia. comfort As i walk in from a long day of being misgendered and having bigoted words thrown my way, i drop my bags on the floor carelessly. i make my way straight to my bed and flop down on it, not having enough care to even change out of my day cloths. i just lay on my bed and lay there. eventually i hear the door open, assuming it must have been Greyson coming in. i had completely forgotten that he was coming over today. not that it was uncommon; he was comes over almost every day, he practically lives here at this point. I hear some shifting at the door for a moment before he makes his way into my room. "Darling" he says with a question at the doorway. i give a muffled hum in response. "are you ok, darling?" i groan in response again, still being muffled from the bed my face was currently berried in. "Long day?" i groan again, this time with some extra dramatic sobs with it. i hear him as he walks over to the bed and sits next to me, putting his hand on my head and gently petting my short fluffy green hair. he asks me if i needed anything, and i pause to think a moment before i respond. "cuddles?" "ofcorse love." with that, i drag myself up off my bed and curl up to him. he raps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. As i sit, facing towards him on his lap, i nuzzle my head into the crook of his solder and let out a deep, tired sigh. "talk to me, darling" he says softly as he pets my hair gently still. i start to tell him about my whole day, about running late this morning, being called ma'am as i walked in, about being called "mis" at the gas station, about the white trash group of guys calling me every slur and unoriginal comment ever to exist. as i talk, i start to get of topic about how i hate being trans and just wish i could have been born a boy, about how i hate being misgendered and about how transphobia exists. as i get more and more of topic, i start to rush my words and fidget with my hoodie strings. tears start in my eyes. " hey, hey, calm down darling" Grayson says as he wipes the tears from my eyes. he rests his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth on my left cheek comfortingly. "i don't wanna feel like this anymore, Gray" i say through choked tears. i hadn't realized how much of a toll this one day has had on me till this point. Greyson's face was filled with empathy and worry, but also full of care. his narrow brown eyes show more care than any combination of words from anyone could ever show. "darling.." he starts, thinking about his words carefully. "I know it's hard baby, and it's not fare what you have to go through. but you're always so strong as you get through each and every day with your head held high like a proud stallion winning a race. it's tough what you go through, but you're tougher. and i'll always be proud of you." he always gives some long winded speech when ever he needs to comfort me, but i can't say it doesn't work. "how about w go make you some tacos and we can watch a movie together, would that help?" he knows tacos will always help anything. i nod eagerly and wipe away my remaining tears. "ok darling." and with that, he picks me up and takes me to the kitchen. we make tacos together, and went back to the bedroom and turn on the TV, turning on a funny movie we can both enjoy together. eventually we went back to grab some ice cream after we finished the tacos. we fell asleep that night, comfortably and warmly in each others arms. ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ

Let me know if you think i should do more like these, or if you have any suggestions, thanks for reading! word count; 673

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Remus hated Sirius. He hated his stupid untamed hair. He hated his stupid crooked teeth. He hated his scandalous laughter. His colorless eyes. His uneven face. His grotesque nose. His horrible self. Remus hated Sirius Black. How he played with girls. How he thought he was better than everyone else. How he went around making fun of people. How he thought he was better than love. How rich, important and popular he was.

"Yeh don' believe that for a second, darling"

Great. Remus knew this Grant was imaginary because 1) He couldn't be here at Hogwarts in the middle of Sirius’s birthday party, 2) Remus had tried calling him and he didn't pick up, 3) He had read his thoughts, and 4) Remus was pretty drunk. And Remus knew the Grant from his head was even more sassy than the real one.

"Get out of my head, will you?"

Imaginary Grant laughed. "Yeh are callin' meh with yer imagination, darling. This is yer head"

"Fuck off" Remus took a drag from the bottle he was holding.

"I'll tell ya why yeh think about meh" Grant added "Yeh miss me, don't ya?"

"Shut up!"

Remus drank even more.

Grant shrugged with a smile. Remus's eyes filled with tears. Because it wasn't fair. This Grant was not real. Remus needed the real one. Not the fake one. He felt so lonely now..

"Why don't you pick up my calls? Don't you think I might need you?"

Remus sounded angrier than he intended.

"I might be busy, who knows? I'm only a product of yer imagination"

"Have you forgotten about me already?" Remus cried. He was hiding from his friends. From him. From everyone. He didn't know how he looked like for people that were passing by. If he was actually speaking alone or this was happening on his mind. He didn't care.

Imaginary Grant faced him."How can I forget about yeh, darling! I must be bunkers to even try"

It sounded like something Grant would say. The real one.

"Yeh're all I have in my head" he added "Yeh an' our beautiful summer together"

Remus smiled through tears. Because he remembered as well. Well, if this was his mind, Imaginary Grant made him remember. Grant's little room. The parties. The adrenaline. The fun they had together. The feeling of being young and very alive. The rap and hip hop music. How Grant sang it at the top of his lungs. The stolen kisses. The passionate kisses. The snogging sessions. The gentle touches. Sleeping on the same bed. The promises of running away together.

That warm smile. The same Imaginary Grant was giving him now. With crooked teeth and all. How Remus wished he was real. He might have wanted to kiss him.

"I miss you" Remus cried again "You said it would be easy. That I had to come back here. That I had to face him"

"And so yeh did" Grant raised his eyebrows "Yeh did more than face him"

Thinking about his moments with Sirius made Remus feel pain. And he didn't want to feel that.

"I don't want to talk about him"

Grant smiled "All yeh want to do was talk about him. That's why yeh brought meh here, yeah? Yeh want someone to talk to"

Remus shook his head.

"Yeh lov'im!"

Remus was furious now. Because he remembered this wasn't Grant saying this. It was his own mind. And he hated to admit it.

"Sirius..." No, better not say his name "He hurt me... He was using me all along. I'm so stupid! I was just a game for him. Just like the rest of the girls he's been with"

"Posh closeted blokes..." Grant tutted. Remus chuckled because that was exactly how Grant would say it.

"Are you going to say: 'I told you so'?"

Grant shook his head "It's not done. Not over, luv"

Remus sighed "I just saw him kissing another girl, then he told me I was a mistake... I don't have to explain anything to you. You know it. You are in my head"

"Do yeh think everythin' yeh lived with him was a lie?" Grant asked "All the kisses. All the moments. All the words. All the looks. The way he looks at yeh. He smiles at ya"

Remus closed his eyes, trying to shake those memories away. This was his own mind telling him stupid shit anyway.

"You are not real"

"What's real is yer luv for him".

"Go away if you are going to be on his side"

Remus was alone now. Grant didn't reply. So Remus thought he was gone. But when he opened his eyes, Imaginary Grant was there. Smirking at him. God, Remus's mind was powerful when he was drunk.

"Bloody hell! How much yeh miss meh!" Grant giggled. That laughter that was like a little kid.

"Of course I miss you" Remus confirmed, looking at Grant. He looked so real. But at the same time translucent under the light. "Why couldn't I fall in love with you instead, eh Grant? You are perfect. And you would never hurt me. Not like him"

Remus reckoned he would never dare to say anything like this to the real Grant. But hell, he was drunk. And this was all inside his head. So it didn't matter. Remus wanted to feel good. Like Grant made him feel. Not miserable like Sirius made him feel.

"You're perfect, Grant. Why isn't it you?"

Grant gave him a sweet smile understandingly.

"Because darling... The reason does not pick up who we luv, it's the heart who does. And the heart is a bit of an tosser if yeh ask meh"

Remus giggled. His eyes filled with tears again.

"You are right..." Remus said, leaning his head back on the wall "I love him. And I don't think I can ever stop...." Remus could feel his cheeks wet from his lament "He has my heart. He has my soul. Even if he hurts me. I will love him like a fool" Remus let out a sob and closed his eyes.

It was the truth. Remus loved Sirius. He loved his beautiful gorgeous hair. He loved his perfect white teeth. He loved his overwhelming laughter. His gray eyes full of color like a deep ocean. His symmetrical face. His runny adorable nose. His beautiful self.

Remus loved Sirius Black. How he had eyes only for Remus. How he cared about others and thought he was like everyone else. How he went around helping people. How he had the strong capacity to love. How it didn't matter how rich and important or popular he was, Sirius was more than what they believed.

"That's what I wanted yeh to admit, darling" Remus heard Grant's soft giggle.

When Remus opened his eyes, Imaginary Grant was gone. Only the ghost of his smile was left.

"No..." Remus begged "Come back! I need you... Come back! I love you! I love you!"

When Imaginary Grant didn't respond like the real one, Remus broke down crying again, covering his eyes in the process. He was a mess. He was pathetic.

"Remus... Remus..." a voice called him.

"Grant?" Remus asked uncovering his face. But it was not Grant.

"Just Emmeline, mate" the girl was smiling at him with pity.

"Are you okay?"

Remus thought how she was amazing as well. If he could only be into girls, they could have had a wonderful thing as well. But he was gay. And Remus was only into Sirius. Sirius, the twat.

"Who is Grant?" Emmeline added with a worried voice.

"No one" Remus answered wiping his tears away "I'm okay. Just a bit drunk"

Emmeline smiled "Is it because of the birthday boy? Let me guess. You told him how you felt and he doesn't feel the same"

Emmeline had been supportive. Even if Remus broke her heart. Because of Sirius again. But Remus never told her that Sirius and him had been snogging. Remus had been keeping the secret. For the rest of the world, Sirius was the perfect straight boy.

"Something like that" Remus answered.

Emmeline kissed his cheek "I'm sorry"

Remus shrugged. He didn't want her to feel pity for him.

"Being rejected by the person you fancy sucks" Emmeline said now with a smile. It was ironic that Remus had hurt her the same way Sirius did. But no. Remus didn't make her believe something might happen between them. Sirius had been simply cruel.

"But don't worry. You'll get over it. Trust me"

Remus smiled trying to look apologetic.

"You know what would help?" Emmeline asked. "Dancing. Come on, lover boy dance with me"

"No... No... No..." Remus protested "I don't feel like it"

"Do you honestly want him to see you like this?" Emmeline asked "He needs to see you are okay. You need to show him he has no power over you" Remus blinked at her. "Even if it is a lie" Emmeline added, grabbing Remus's arm "Come on, wanker. Let's show him what he is missing"

Emmeline's smile was contagious this time, so Remus smiled back. Why not dance with her? He could not be moping for Sirius forever, right?

It could be alright. Remus thought as he walked with Emmeline to the dance floor. Remus had managed to get the attention of Grant and Emmeline. He could find another bloke that would make him forget about Sirius for once and for all. He had to forget about Sirius Black.

What he didn't know was that the Sirius Black in question was observing him dancing with Emmeline and feeling miserable. Because everything that he had said had been a lie. Because Sirius loved him back. So dearly and so much it was scary. But he was a coward. He was scared to admit it just yet. Sirius needed his time. Would Remus wait for him to be ready? Or did he deserve someone better? Maybe Remus deserve someone better. Even if it broke Sirius’s heart.

[aerodaltonimperial]

Hi so if you are still up for additional scenes

I need the 6 of them checking in on each other in there own ways or just feeling the need to know where the other 5 are at all times because they then know no corpse doctors have them

Reluctant friends bonded by trauma please

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Hook gives up on trying to sleep after about ten minutes. Nothing about the hotel bed is comfortable, and the air conditioning unit is too loud. He tosses and turns on the flat pillows that even punching won't hep to fluff before he sighs and surrenders, turning the television back on. At this time of night, there isn't much on besides 90s movies and infomercials, but the sound helps fill the dead space.

Hook stares at the colors dancing across the flatscreen until there's a knock at his door.

He thinks about not answering. No one should be outside his room at this hour—no one he wants to let in, anyway. But something prods at his legs, propelling him towards the sound. He peers through the peephole to see platinum blonde hair falling out from beneath a black baseball cap.

It's surprise, really, that makes him open it, because he's never seen Julia without her make-up and with something so innocuous as that cap on.

"Hook," she says, by way of greeting. Then she offers nothing else. Truth is, she doesn't need to; Hook gets it. He cracks the door wider and nods within, relieved when she doesn't argue and slips in quietly.

"You look terrible," she tells him, once he's shut the door again, and he's starting to understand this bluntness of hers, this sharpness. It doesn't really contain the edge he always thought it does. She's merely stating the truth, because Hook is well aware of how rough he looks.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks. Something happen?"

"Nothing new." She glances at the armchair in the corner. "Do you mind...?"

"No." He's oddly glad for the company. As Julia sits, there's another rap against the door. This time, Hook isn't surprised when he opens it to find Anna on the other side. She's in her pajamas, hugging her torso like she's desperate for the warmth.

She doesn't say anything, just grimaces, like she hadn't even meant to show up there, like her feet somehow carried her through the hotel halls on their own. Hook gets that, too. She must know he isn't going to turn her away. Honestly, she looks even more raw than Hook does when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror: dark circles around her eyes like bruises.

Anna appears to relax somewhat when she gets into the room and spies Julia already on the other side.

Hook doesn't bother to close the door after her. He waits with his fingers curled around the edge until the last two show up, together.

"Hey," Jack says.

"Last ones," Hook tells him.

Jack shrugs. "Somebody had to be convinced to leave his room."

"Whatever." Darby sighs.

"Get in, so I can lock the door," Hook says, and doesn't waste any time in latching the deadbolt after the two of them slip inside. It feels better with the others there—more secure, steadier. Hook doesn't have to pretend to be okay, or put on his normal mask around them, and it's been such a long time since he's found people like that. He hates that the reason is such a dark coil in his stomach.

"Wanna watch something?" Jack asks, like the TV isn't already on.

"Something funny," Anna says.

Jack narrows his eyes at her. It almost looks as though he thinks about reaching for her face, an old habit that's been slow to dissipate. "Trouble sleeping?"

"Can't," Anna replies. Her arms tighten around her chest.

"At all?" he asks.

When she shakes her head, Darby reaches into the pocket of his oversized coat, that dumb thing he wears around all the time that dwarfs him and reminds Hook of the Army surplus store. He holds out a yellow prescription pill bottle.

Anna takes it, gingerly, reading the label. "Pain meds?"

"Pain meds that will make you sleep," Darby says.

She grimaces, but pops open the cap. "Thanks."

"You can get comfortable," Hook says, gesturing to the bed. It's a king—he'd have to splay out like a starfish to even get close to the other side. And it speaks volumes that Anna doesn't even hesitate after throwing the pill back and swallowing it dry. She has to be exhausted. As she pulls the blankets up around her, Julia scoots her chair closer to the side until the air presses up against the mattress.

Darby settles onto the floor at the foot of the bed. "Shoulder hurts when I lay flat."

Jack catches Hook's gaze. There's too much there for Hook to properly identify. "Okay."

He sits next to Darby, and once Hook returns to his side of the bed, all he can see is the bits of Jack's hair that have caught on the edge of the comforter. Then they sit in silence, watching the television. It's one of those obnoxious teen movies; maybe it's funny, but Hook hasn't laughed in awhile, so he can't be sure.

"I know this is a dumb question," Jack starts, "but is everyone...okay?"

"You're right, that was dumb," Darby says.

"Really regretting ripping that arrow out of your shoulder."

Hook dims the lights. From the side of the bed, Julia offers, "I haven't felt anything nearby."

"Anything like...creepy nightmares trying to murder us?" Hook asks.

Even in the low lighting, Hook can see her roll her eyes a little. "Yes, Hook, no creepy nightmares trying to murder us."

"That's good, right?" Jack asks.

"It's better than the alternative," she replies.

Hook blinks a few times. His eyes are tired enough to have gone bone-dry. "You said these things were contained."

"I did."

"So who is containing them? And is there a way to...contact them?"

Julia is quiet for longer than Hook would like before she answers. "There are always ways to contact them."

It's the tone of her voice that gets him—he's starting to put the pieces together. Julia knows more about things than she should, and alerting the anonymous authorities of the entities that had tried to kill them would also alert whoever they are about her.

"We don't have to," Hook tries. It's lame even as the words leave his mouth, but oh well.

"Someone will eventually find those things...right?" Jack says.

"Maybe." Julia sounds dubious.

Another stretch of quiet. Anna's breathing has evened out on the other side of the bed, and Hook's glad. Maybe she'll finally get some much-needed rest.

"We should probably just stick together," Darby says, very, very quietly. "Just in case."

Hook wonders how much that suggestion cost him.

"Yeah," Jack agrees.

It's the last any of them talk again before Hook's eyes flutter closed, and sleep claims him.

++

He wakes a few hours later, chest heaving and blood shrieking. Another nightmare, another sting of fear behind him in the woods. Another laugh from the doctor hellbent on tearing the darkness out of Hook's heart with his wires and tubes. Hook grabs for his hair just to feel something real, yanks at it until the pain laces across his skull. Then he waits as the panic recedes. Somehow, his violent reaction didn't wake any of the others. Anna is still asleep, her breathing deep and regular; on the chair, Julia has slumped over so her head pillows on Anna's arm, the cap pushed off her head and onto the floor.

Hook slinks out of bed and goes to fetch the spare blankets from the coat closet as quietly as he can. He puts one over Julia's shoulders. Darby and Jack are still at the foot of the bed, necks in the most uncomfortable position back onto the mattress possible, the sort of thing they'll regret tomorrow, but when Hook approaches with the last blanket, Jack blinks at him a bit.

Hook puts a finger to his mouth, and Jack nods. One of his hands has tangled with Darby's at some point; he doesn't remove it, just reaches out with his other for the other blanket.

Hook turns the television off, plunging the room black. Then he slides back into the bed.

He'll probably wake up in another hour or two, and just hopes he manages to avoid waking up the others a second time.

But as he settles into the pillow once more, a hand slides over his cheek. The touch is warm and solid—gentle.

"Sleep, Hook," comes the whisper against his temple, and Hook complies.

He has no more nightmares that night.

[spunsugarmusings]

Legoland Starter Sentences

Sentence starters taken from the 2006 play "Legoland" by Jacob Richmond. Change pronouns as necessary, TW for drug and sexual references, cursing, and similar themes. Some have been edited for clarity

"Welcome to my presentation! This is where I tell you, after two hundred hours of community service, how to never turn out like me."

"Well, that should cover a lot of ground, considering that's like every high school movie or play I've seen in like, ten seconds flat."

"However, I did sell and traffic drugs in two countries and horribly maim this man. This man that I truly loved."

"That's a joke! We make those, you can laugh, or not."

"I have strong apprehension to the scientific claims of my disorder."

"In real life, I don't exist."

"Okay, that's enough about Jeffery Dahmer! Let me whisk you away to happier times!"

"Afenschwanz in German means monkey dingle."

"I would've been a goner if it weren't for the collective need I sensed in all of you for my survival."

"I was sent to the charred black bowels of an everlasting Hell!"

"I didn't know you weren't supposed to actually know anything in school!"

"Well, who's ever heard of a misogynist lesbian."

"The only things you beepin' hussies like to read are your pregnancy tests!"

"What made these the great thinkers they are today? Answer; syphilis."

"Sold my meds to teenagers and college kids, ten bucks a throw!"

"You can't say the F word unless you're pretending to be poor!"

"Only the Lord knoweth what is truly cool."

"What's the point? We all die, and all love dissolves!"

"We haven't met before, but I feel we've met a hundred times in the republic of my dreams."

"He's angry, he's white, and he just doesn't give a fuck!"

"I just gangsta rapped about copulating with a power tool."

"You wouldn't know irony if it crawled up your ass to start a soup kitchen!"

"Even though I feel bad for them, I can't relate to them at all."

"I got a Fry Guy in a firetruck. It amused me."

"TICKLE ME ELMO'S REIGN OF NATIONAL TERROR HAS NOW BEGUN!"

"I got a junior membership to the NRA."

"I've never been to a bathhouse before, but this certainly feels like one."

"There is the Lover Lane, or the Super Hate Highway. I fear, because the world's been so heartless to you, you've gone down the latter."

"I've traveled all that way. For cinnamon."

"You see, that's what I thought you said."

"The faith you create as an attraction must provide satisfaction! AND! OR! HELL!"

"For now, I do not merely want to hurt you (name), I want to TASTE YOU."

"THE BURNING SUN HAS PASSED OVER THE PASSIVE MOON!"

"I can vomit fire."

"I! CAN! VOMIT! FIIIIIRE!!!"

“In a world where we are ultimately alone, and die in our own arms, love is the closest you can come to another person, because it’s the closest you come to being another person. So be very careful what you love.”

"Pro wrestling is real; it's the world that's set up."

[aoyama-division]

Tomi's Thoughts on Kumamoto Division

Aoba Yamamura

"I've seen this strange young man in Luis's restaurant on more than one occasion. Normally, I wouldn't pay much attention to one such as uninteresting as him even with that huge, hideous scar he has on his face. But for some reason, he has a certain... shall we say, 'energy' that makes him highly noticeable without even trying. Still, he should at least try to dress more respectively, at least if he doesn't want people staring at him."

Kunio "Kurome" Chōten

As the socialite stares at the photo of his younger brother, a wide range of emotions is seen on his face. Shock, then anger, then disappointment, followed by sadness, regret, and finally even indifference. Even though he has seen his brother numerous times, seeing him in a photo is very different, especially considering the fact that the picture is just one of three now that he is part of a rap team. After a long time of just staring at his brother's photo, the older sibling finally opens his mouth to speak.

"...I suppose you must think you're really clever, huh Kunio? How long did you sit on this information? Did you think I was going to be surprised to know that you were part of a rap team in the D.R.B.? I must admit, when I heard rumors of a new team appearing in the tournament, I initially paid them no mind. But after hearing the new division was situated in Kumamoto, well... suffice to say, I kept my ear close to the ground. A new, sudden team appearing in the city my brother was located? It was too much to be a coincidence. After all, the few times I've been there, people have had nothing but good things to say about you. So for them to elect you as one of the few chosen to represent their city, it wasn't too hard to imagine. And lo and behold, you accepted.

"...Know this, Kunio. While I do love and care for you as a member of the family, that has little to do with this rap tournament. And right now, I am forewarning you: if you and your team seek to get in the way of Aoyama or the JST, I promise you right now, I will have no mercy. Do give that some thought."

Natsume Kurome

"...My brother mentioned that he had been seeing someone lately. But I'm shocked that he had decided to go off and get married. I wonder how long he hid that bit of information from me. ...Not that it matters to me. ...I'll say this: he has good taste if this gentleman is anything to go by. I've always known my brother had different... tastes than the norm. But I'll not judge him for it. Father and Mother do enough of that already."

Strange Magic

"...Kunio, I applaud your boldness, little brother. In fact, believe it or not, I've always admired that about you." Tomi looks off to the side. "Unlike me, you were never afraid to be who you were. You didn't care if people talked about you behind your back, ridiculed you, or subtly insulted you. It was a trait I admired, and one I still do. You were always loyal, to a fault, when it comes to your close associates and acquaintances. I always wondered why the lower class loved and respected you so much. It always surprised me how you could get people to befriend you just like that."

Tomi looks at the photos of his younger brother and his teammates.

"...And it seems you still have that same talent even now. ...But..."

Tomi turns his back on the photos and looks back to the screen, a serious expression on his face.

"...While that is your greatest strength, it is also your greatest weakness. You spend so much time among the lower class, you've forgotten all about status and class. While you may be affiliated with the peasantry, I am affiliated with the rich and noble. Our reputations are either good or bad when it comes to either one. But the difference is, I've no problem having peasants hate me, unlike you, dear brother.

"You may not remember this, but our father once said something to us when we were very young. He said, 'Great things can't happen if you fear a person's scorn. No matter what a person in a position of power does or says, he's going to have people both hate and despise him.' And you know something? Father was right. An emperor sometimes has to get his hands all bloody if he wants to make a change."

Tomi points at the screen.

"And that, Kunio, is, was, and always will be the difference between us. While you care about what those peons you mingle with think and say about you, I couldn't care one bit about how they view me. ...And that, little brother, is going to be your downfall. You are far too soft and kind. Never in any lifetime will you be able to defeat me. And you will bare witness to this truth at the D.R.B."

Tomi then stands up, holding his Hypnosis Microphone in his left hand.

"I warn you again brother: should our paths cross at the D.R.B., do not expect mercy from me, because I will have none. I will beat you, and when I do, you will bear witness to the truth that, as you always say, 'no matter how hard they try, an ordinary person will always be an ordinary person.'"

Tomi then walks off the screen, his tirade finished.

[feyhunter78]

Turn of the Tide, Call of the Sea (3/?)

Description: Jacaerys shares his findings with Alyra, and a chance storm blows Helaena's ship right into their path.

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Jacaerys burst into the Great Cabin, clothes askew, hair mussed from sleep. “I’ve found her.”

Alyra glanced up from the worn map of the narrow sea. “Her who?”

“My flower.” He sat across from her, a bright smile on his face.

Alyra rolled up the map and slid it back into its protective casing. “The woman from your dreams?”

“Yes, Helaena Hightower.”

“Hightower, as in Otto Hightower?” She fidgeted with the signet ring around her neck.

“Hightower, as in, you stole her brother’s signet ring.”

“And this is the woman you’re destined to be with? Should I tell the crew to turn the ship around?”

He shook his head. “No, we must make this shipment, mother will be upset we didn’t receive the textiles from the Tyrell’s. We can’t go home empty-handed.”

Alyra nodded but made a sound of disbelief.

“What?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

She shrugged. “I just find it hard to believe that after twenty-one years of dreaming of your flower, you’re willing to wait.”

Jacaerys rapped his knuckles on the table. “We caused quite the stir in Oldtown, I don’t want to cause Helaena any trouble by returning so quickly. It would make it more difficult for us to meet.”

“That’s surprisingly wise.” She said, giving him an impressed look.

“I’m always wise.” He protested.

“And Luc is never seasick.” She shot back.

He chuckled. “You’ve made a fair point.”

Alyra dropped the signet ring, letting it slide down the chain and settle between her breasts. “Did Helaena say anything about her brother?”

Jacaerys shifted in his seat, a devious smile on his face. “She said he intends to marry you.”

Alyra blinked at him, baffled.

“Or well, at some point he was intending to, but she isn’t sure what he intends to do now that he knows you’re a pirate.”

“Ah, well, such is life.”

Jacaerys raised an eyebrow. “You do not wish to marry him? He stands to inherit much; their eldest brother is two drinks away from being disinherited.”

She pursed her lips, then released them with a soft pop. “I don’t know if I’d enjoy the civilian life, it’s been so long, and I can’t see the crownsguard pardoning me for my crimes.” She looked out the rear windows for a moment. “Besides, I still have my mother to find.”

He nodded. “Well, there’s a chance we shall meet him again, do be prepared.”

“I always am.” She reassured him, and headed out to the deck, resting her arms on the bow.

Alyra stared down into the water, admiring the way the keel cut through the waves. She, like any other sailor, was no stranger to the call of the void. The urge to fling yourself from great heights and into the unknown depths.

She felt that tug and tightened her grip on the railing, willing herself to breathe. Then she pushed away from the railing and headed back towards the center of the ship, glancing up to see Lucerys climbing down from the Crow’s Nest.

“Alyra, can you settle my stomach?” He asked, looking positively green as his feet hit the sturdy wood of the deck.

“Of course, give me your hand.” She flipped one palm up, and he laid his atop hers. She concentrated for a moment pushing the healing energy into Lucerys focusing on removing the unease he felt.

He removed his hand a second later. “Thank you, the sea is rougher than normal today. I have a bad feeling.”

“Do you think we’ll run into a storm?” She hated storms, the call was always harder to resist.

“Not yet, it may still be forming.”

She breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “That is good, then, perhaps we will reach our destination before it arrives.”

“We’re only half a week or so out, I believe the storm still needs time.” He moved back to the ladder. “I’ll keep watch for it, though.”

She left him to return to his station and ventured up to the helm where Jacaerys was leaning against the wheel checking his compass. “Luc believes a storm is beginning to form.”

“Luc says that every time he gets seasick, I wouldn’t worry.”

She’d mentioned the strength of the call to him once before, in passing. He had looked at her for a long moment, then told her to come to him if she felt the pull too strongly.

“Once we pick up the shipment, we’re heading to Dragonstone, correct?” She asked, leaning forward to check the compass as well.

“Correct, mother is particularly interested in these Eastern gems, she wants to have them inspected.”

“Well, then we better make haste, I would hate to keep her waiting.”

The shipment went well, no complications, no Hightowers, and no crownsguard sniffing at their ship. Soon they were on their way to Dragonstone.

Helaena hated boats, hated the sea, and hated her grandfather for selling her like a broodmare. She clung to the side of the ship, heaving her lunch into the churning waves below. She’d already been on this godsforsaken boat for over a week now, and still couldn’t find her sea legs.

Seagulls flew overhead, and she focused on their graceful soaring, closing her eyes as she tried to settle her stomach.

The ship doctor had advised her that closing her eyes would only make the seasickness worse, but the only time the rocking of the ship didn’t send her towards the railing was when she slept.

When she slept, she could rest in Jacaerys’ arms, and lament her voyage. He’d been furious when she told him of her grandfather’s plan, and soon promised her he would retrieve her, come seven hells or high water. She believed him, but as the days passed, she found herself growing more and more worried. Often times she would cry in Jacaerys’ arms as they got further and further away from her home.

She took a deep breath in, tasting the salt on her tongue. It was something she’d noticed after she’d first been smacked in the face by a rogue wave, seawater, and tears tasted so very similar.

A small smile tugged at her lips when she saw a pod of dolphins emerges from the waves, jumping up and calling to each other as they frolicked.

Suddenly, the sky began to darken, and rain began to fall. She left the deck and made her way down to the mess hall. “Is there a storm coming?” She asked the nearest sailor, who nodded.

“Looks like it’s coming from the East, shouldn’t be too bad. Don’t worry, Miss Helaena.” The old sailor patted her arm and went back to eating.

She made her way to the doctor’s quarters, a storm meant more rocking, which meant more vomiting.

She knocked on the doctor’s door and entered when he called out.

“Lady Hightower, how may I assist you?” The doctor was sent personally by Tobias to assist her on her journey, and it reassured her that she’d have at least one friendly face in her new home. That is, if Jacaerys never came to rescue her.

“They say there’s a storm coming, I’d like something to help with the seasickness.”

He nodded and rummaged through his shelves until he found the little blue pills, he’d been giving her almost daily. “Take one every hour.”

Helaena took the glass bottle and tucked it into the pocket she’d had sewn into all her dresses. “Thank you, Doctor.”

He smiled, and she left, heading up to the deck, she loved storms when she was on land, something about the raw power of the elements on display took her breath away every time.

She stayed beneath the overhanging, watching as the rain collected into puddles on the deck. Lightning flashed across the sky, the roll of thunder following soon after. A dark shadow appeared on the horizon, and she made her way up to the First Mate who was leaning against the helm, his eyes scanning the skyline.

“Excuse me, Mr. Elliot, is that an island way out there?” She shouted over the increasing rain, pointing in the direction of the shadow.

Elliot took out his spyglass and extended it, peering in the direction she pointed. He lowered the spyglass and called out to the crew below. “Pirates!”

Helaena froze, rain soaking her to the bone. “Pirates?”

Was Jacaerys finally here?

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[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Did you get a chance to listen to Indigo? If so, did you like it or was it not really your style? Did any tracks surprise you or did the album sound like what you expected it to sound like? Fave track on the album if any?

Alright, so I decided to give it a try. I did it for Blackpink's latest album, right?

This is not a review. Far from it. Because that's not something I have an interest in doing, so don't read this as a thoughtful opinion. Others can do a better job than me, especially about RM's music.

I don't think there was anything that surprised me on this album. I think it's the typical RM music in terms of sound and lyrics. The artists collaborating on this might have been the ones that truly brought something new and for me, made the whole thing easier to listen. I would get bored faster if I only had to listen to RM. And since I started with this, RM can't sing, but somehow that doesn't stop him. He could stick to rapping (as much as I'm not a fan of that side of him, it definitely suits him better). But it was also a good decision to bring others who can do the singing part, especially for Wildflower (Youjeen's part is my favorite in this song) or Park Ji Yoon. In terms of sound, some songs were reminiscent of old BTS songs, which makes sense given RM's involvement and this makes me wonder how the album will do, especially for hardcore BTS fans. The way this album was produced is what I can truly see as a plus. I don't have anything to criticize. I see how it all flows, becomes connected and why it's necessary to listen to it in the right order. There is nothing sloppy about each individual song. Which makes sense, as this is the product of 4 years of work.

I also read the lyrics. I know I've always been in the minority here, but RM's "poetry" does nothing to me. I don't find it deep, just as I think Rupi Kaur's poetry is complete bullshit. But these are my standards and taste, given what I read and like. If others feel touched and seen by his lyrics, they can be. I can't say anything to that. But I'm also not touched by 99 percent of BTS lyrics, but I don't see that as an issue because it's not something that was ever important for me when it comes to this group. I take my "deep" lyrics from other artists. RM's generic lamentations don't do it for me. That's it.

And to add a few words about the music video. I think it was very kitschy and quite cringey. The entire set was way too dramatic for whatever RM was singing. But let's say I can move from that, but I can't let the image of RM on a stage surrounded by what is obviously Army, slide. Nope. I hope there comes a day in which they move away from the pity party that is their conflict about fame. Hobi did the same. If those feelings are for now a driving force for whatever inspiration they might have, I hope they reach a point in which they are able to leave that behind and focus on them as individuals and not them connected to the group and their fans. I'm not saying it's an easy thing, but it also doesn't sit right with me when it becomes a pity party. Cause I can't feel sorry for any of them.

To close this, Indigo is not a bad album, but far from calling it some genius work. My deeply biased opinion about RM might as well be a decisive factor towards my opinion and I can admit that. But if I only thought that way, then I could have easily said Indigo is shitty and I hated every second listening to it. Which I didn't. As I said, it's not bad. It has good parts and for those who are fans of RM and his style, I think this album is perfect for them.

P.S. I know these are just a few verses that don't fully encapsulate everything he wrote, but what is this?

"And I make her body di di diddy diddy bop". He must definitely have something else going for him that works for his partners cause this would make me dry like the Sahara desert. But again, that's me....

[lordmayokcorner]

aespa My World - Album Review

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After what feels like a lifetime, SM Entertainment’s aespa has finally dropped their new mini album My World. The group released a whopping 4 prereleases, always a red flag in my opinion. That said, I think that this EP has the potential to be a big hit among fans. This is a pretty noticeable departure from their original sound, but I see it as a good thing. Despite my bias being Ningning, we all have to admit that Blonde Karina is a massive slay. 

I’ll listen to each song 3 times and rate them afterward. Each song will be rated on a scale of 1-10 with 5 being completely neutral, 1 being my least favorite song, and 10 being the best songs ever. Please take my rating with a grain of salt, my goal is to be honest, no hate :)

Welcome To MY World (feat. nævis) - 8

First off, is that vocaloid I hear? Something similar nonetheless. We start off with a somewhat ominous but sweet guitar riff. When the refrain hits, the bass is incredible and super smooth. Ningning is killing it on the refrain! (or chorus depending on how you see it). As the song progresses, it continuously builds to hit harder and harder, adding drums, strings, more bass, synths, harmonies, backups, and the vocaloid-esque nævis lines. In the verses the autotune is quite excessive, but the chorus sounds more tasteful to me. That said, I still love this song!

Spicy - 9

This song has much more power than the previous. The sound design of the synth bass is seriously impressive and pleasing to the ear. The production is done by Moonshine, an absolute beast in the kpop scene. Peek-A-Boo, Naughty, and Forever 1, just to name a few. The rap in the verse feels like a cross between the Irene rap in Dumb Dumb and Robyn’s Konichiwa B*tches. The chorus slaps. So. Hard. All the pitch sliding in the vocals and synths gives this song a jazzy, danceable feel. There are elements of Illusion, but other than that it’s a new sound for aespa.

Salty & Sweet - 7.5

This song continues the trend of excellent sound design in the bass. The vocal processing is also quite nice. The master is a little quiet compared to the other songs which is a bit disappointing, but if you turn up the volume it’s just fine. This one reminds me a bit of Savage, and both of them aren’t exactly revolutionary, though I do prefer this song. The production is super satisfying, perhaps even more than Spicy, but the songwriting could use some work. A hard-hitting funky track that can be a little boring if you aren’t really focusing on the sounds.

Thirsty - 6

They’re going for a Red Velvet style R&B track here. It’s debatable whether or not they pull it off. I personally don’t think aespa is made for this style, but it does sound pretty good. Once again, heavy autotune that at times is distracting. I don’t think aespa really needs as much autotune as SM gives them! The production is also not quite as exquisite as the previous 3 tracks. I’m a sucker for this style though, being as much of a Reveluv as I am. 

I’m Unhappy - 7

Another R&B feel to this song. Aespa is really bringing the groove in this EP, I must say. I love the vocals, particularly in the chorus, my God! Everything besides the chorus doesn’t really stand out to me as much however. The rap parts aren’t that impressive, but that’s not necessarily the goal. The slight vocal fry and growl in the “I’m unhappy” just adds to the aggressively cool sound of the song. I think that Giselle and Karina in particular absolutely nail it. Thumbs up aespa 👍

‘Til We Meet Again - 5

The song begins with some beautiful bells, strings, and soft vocals. The acoustic guitar that enters afterward isn’t exactly for me though. The chorus cements this song as a power ballad. There’s nothing wrong with this song, I just don’t really see anything that notable in it. It’s a decent song, it just happens to be extremely similar to almost every end song ballad in kpop. I feel like there would be better ways to end this album, but this isn’t necessarily a bad way to do it. 

Final Thoughts

This must be the 10th time I’ve mentioned groove in this review, but this comeback really embodies the word. I certainly think this is a good direction for aespa. I like their older concepts too, but I think progressing as a group is very important. In my eyes, if they keep reinventing and developing their sound, they possibly have the ability to overtake groups with more defined, static sounds such as Blackpink, who they are often accused of imitating. That however is a whole other debate. I found this album to be generally impressive, particularly on the production side. SM undeniably has the best producers of the big 3, at least from my opinion as an amateur producer and sound designer. I give this album an overall score of 7, with my favorite song being the banger that is Spicy, the title track. Thank you for reading, let me know what your thoughts are on any of this!

- Maya

[lgcbk]

⸻ A REWRITE. ( Spring Boys Reflection )

'...You're early - '

Two taps at the dance studio's doorframe signals the trainee's arrival. Byeongkwan greets the coach with a two-finger salute, dropping his duffel bag off by the speakers. at the front of the room. He waits for the coach's usual greeting, something along the lines of a reprimand or an order of some sort of body weight exercise. But it never comes, instead the coach glances at his watch and back at the trainee with a blink. 'You're really early.'

"Yeah..." Byeongkwan mutters, giving a dismissive shrug. "You didn't have anyone on the schedule today so I figured we could get a head start on things. If you don't have anything planned for our lesson, I have some recordings from dress rehearsals and I wanted to get some..." he trails off, finally peering up at the older male from behind the cover of his hoodie. "...What?"

Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, the coach staggers backward dramatically, jutting out an arm to brace himself against the floor-length mirrors. 'Who are you and what have you done with Byeongkwan?' The trainee snorts. "Wow, you're so funny. Can we just get started? I really want to get back."

'So, I take it you're enjoying yourself?'

"I guess," he shrugs again, resisting the urge to grin as he drops down into a lunge to warm up. "Beats spending every other day in here with you, that's for sure." The dance coach saunters over, giving Byeongkwan's shoulder enough of a nudge to throw him off balance and onto his side. 'Work on your core' he snorts, shuffling over to the sound system. 'You must be sad it's almost over, though?'

"A little. It just feels... Bittersweet, yeah," he shrugs, jutting out his bottom lip a bit. "I'm glad everything's slowing down. The past few weeks just went by so quickly, it's like a blur almost..."

"You know," he starts, abandoning his stretches to take a seat in the middle of the floor. "I really didn't think I'd make it this far. To do something like this. I remember hopping from gig to gig for so long before I signed. I kind of felt like this was just another one of those... I don't know, I guess Spring Boys finally made things feel... real? Like I'm going somewhere, not just waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"I felt it a lot while we were filming too. I know we were mostly just goofing off and playing games but.. Thinking about people tuning in to watch and see us perform. It made me want to put on a really good show."

"And the live performances... The energy? I think thats what I'm going to remember the most. That rush... Made all those practices worth it. I liked being able to work with the other guys too. I'm not good with... I don't know, handling my stress sometimes. And having others to lean on and snap me out of my own deal... I think I really needed that. And I'm appreciative for all the help I got, whether it be with choreography and holding up on stage or just keeping my head on straight. I always thought it before, but now I'm sure that being on a good team is a make or break for me."

"I really liked the fresh concepts we had too... But after seeing the other performances I don't know if they were really me," he ponders with a click of his tongue. "Now that everyone knows what a heartthrob I am, I should try to show something different, huh? A cool vibe, you know. Something badass - " The coach purses his lips at the trainee's choice of language, but gives an amused nod. "I'm just saying... Outsider's stage was pretty cool, I could see myself in something like that. Or doing something rap focused... I've been writing more lyrics lately, I'd like to show them off one day..."

"Alright, I think I'm all sentimental'd out... Can we just practice now? I hate hearing myself talk this much - "

'You do? Since when?!'

"Since today," he snorts again, heading over to set up the track on the dance studio speakers.