#mirror kendrick lamar

[anteroom-of-death]

Kendrick, he's dead. Stop shooting.

[portanchor]

[ansu-gurleht]

i choose me i’m sorry

[alcoholics-abominous]

[ascen-sion]

Mood

[foundationsofdecay]

I did pick option one on the euclid poll, my reasoning partly being that i do agree with everyone’s points on the preceding lyrics but it’s the “for me” line after that makes me always go for the “this is what happened and this is what i must do” route, like needing to be someone new because of all the ways the speaker’s life is untenable and poses danger if they can’t change to match, so despite the immensity of their grief and nostalgia the singer realizes that being trapped in it will effectively kill them, hence the attempt to balance moving forward and changing (maybe you could link back to songs like dywtylm and ascensionism and dark signs and others that i’m forgetting but i’m not making a full post) as a means of fighting to create a new self-image that doesn’t have to be based on anyone else, and to fix their heart (bc i can’t resist using that line anywhere and everywhere that i can.)

Though honestly i could just scrap all that and say “that’s what’s the most meaningful and impactful to me and my situation so that’s the one I go with” bc that’s really what that is at the end of the day, and I love that other people can connect to it in other ways! It’s the best part of these, sure you can have one person look at something in a lot of ways but when you have several people posing theories or talking about interpretations of the lyrics, whether it’s expanding on and agreeing with them or proposing other ideas or directional offshoots (in a polite manner, I’d hope, though I know that doesn’t always happen)

The second theory really is beautiful though, the idea that you’re realizing once the dust has settled that you’ve already changed just through those experiences, especially in tmbte, without even having noticed in the moment, bc it was different from the ways described in those aforementioned songs in addition to things like rain or especially even when the bough breaks. I haven’t read a ton on the idea but yeah, I just really like what I’ve seen folks write about it so far.

I don’t really have a purpose to this post beyond explaining why i picked the first option and trying to make it clear that I’m also not disparaging the other one at all 😅

[comatosebunny09]

hair down | sylus

warnings: female anatomy described, bodily fluids, p-in-v, rough sex, mirror things, praise, explicit language, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol now playing: hair down [ ft. kendrick lamar ] - sir notes: there is no excuse for this. thank you for reading anyway, lovely.

You had asked for it hard on a whim.

Hot, furtive, and rough—his forte.

Maybe the sea breeze and the margaritas were getting to your head.

His lips curving into sin, he set down his book and peeled off his glasses. Fixed you with a simmering gaze before prowling towards you like something beastly, backing you deeper into your bungalow.

Who was he to deny his precious little love?

Besides, he likes you this way—leaking, pliant, obedient. With soft whimpers kissing the sea-salted air as he drills into the swollen heat of your pussy from behind.

You’re so pretty. So, so cute and so good for him. You deserve everything. He’ll reward you handsomely—give you a nice bath with those bath bombs you like, rose petals, and scented candles. All the works for his pretty baby after he’s done painting your insides milky white.

His grip borders bruising. Fingers dig pretty grooves into the meat of your hips. He catches sight of your reflection beneath curtained lashes and water-slicked hair. Can’t help how his stomach coils at the sight, his lips parting with wet panting.

You look so cute like this, your hand braced against the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. The other struggles to keep you upright over the dresser—it’s so wobbly.

You’re on your tippy toes, fighting to take him. And take him you do, like a good little princess. Doing that sad puppy face with your lip tucked between your teeth and your brows drawn together in the inner corners.

Fucking hell.

Your gazes interlock for the briefest of seconds, and you need not utter a single word when you reach back to encircle his wrist.

He takes the initiative to fuck into you harder. And his hips snap so sharply, the clopping of skin intermingles with the symphony of ocean waves and seagulls playing outside your bungalow.

“Oh fu-oh fuck!”

You don’t curse often, but he decides he quite likes the sound of it. Enjoys the way your voice alternates between muted squeaks and sticky pants of his name. And your pussy makes the lewdest sounds while he fucks you.

He smirks at your intertwined reflections. Huffs a sound whilst shoving two slender fingers into your mouth, and your tongue instinctively seeks the taste of them. He tugs the inside of your cheek to the side, not once sacrificing his pace. And you look even prettier this way.

The sight of you drooling and crossing your eyes makes his dick twitch inside you. He batters against your cervix, and your legs shake, struggling to keep you afloat.

“Nasty. Naughty. Filthy,” Sylus huffs between each pump, making your pussy quake around him.

He knows what his voice does to you. How the tenor of it makes you weak-kneed and brainless. How his praise makes you feral. He lathers it on thick, much like the viscous ring of cream you’ve adorned his cock with.

“Can’t even speak, can you? Too busy taking me. So good. So deep.”

Your eyes roll back in bliss, and your mouth curves into an enraptured smile around his fingers. You attempt to speak, but your words come out all garbled and wet. Wet like your pussy, sucking him in so eagerly.

He makes a note to whisk you away to remote parts of the world more often, if only to feel you pulsing around him like this again.

cater 2 u | masterlist | international

[ineedaplacetostay]

Fuck it, I’m saying this one on main, name and all.

[Image ID: screenshot of a post in tumblr dark mode by user nottobeadickoranything, reading “Hey um, everyone,,,uhh do you think the Drake-Kendrick beef started to draw attention away from Israel doing a trail of tears in Rafah,,,,mayb??”

Under the post are the tags ‘kendrick lamar,’ ‘drake,’ and ‘free palestine.’

End ID]

We’re not doing this. We are not fucking giving space for this conspiratorial bullshit that mirrors white supremacist rhetoric about Jewish people using Black people and/or some cabal Illuminati nonsense.

Was the #beef manufactured at all? I don’t think so, but I don’t know.

Would an entire other government call up a pair of Black rappers and have them bringing up predator allegations years in the making only to start attacking once it all died down?

Use your brains! Help Palestinians escape if you can! Donate to the PCRF! (Maybe or maybe not the PCRF part)

But this racist, antisemitic shit with no proof? We’re not fucking doing that.

EDIT: adding on that neither the Met Gala nor Eurovision were/are planned distractions. Those are things that happen. Y’all are acting antisemitic and ridiculous.

EDIT 2: I have to keep adding onto this for some reason, but Israel is also not using events that happen to “hide” their actions. Thinking of a Jewish government as being uniquely underhanded or sneaky instead of a country making decisions (often openly stated, for better or worse) is.

Well, you can guess what that is by now, can’t you?

[ricardodjing]

As with most Kendrick Lamar albums, Mr. Morale & The Big Stepper works best when listening to the entire lp and I recommend you do that. Having said that, #Mirror was my standout track and it’s #38 on the #bestof2022 #Top100 #Top40

[misojunnie]

DELICATE ─ psh. ☆ (teaser)

does love ever cross the line?

# genre: rich kid!enemy!sunghoon x fem!reader, forbidden love, enemies to lovers, slow burn, family feud, non idol au

# warnings: substances, lots of pining/angst, cursing, insults, mature jokes, implied sex, I have no idea how businesses work plz don’t roast me

# featuring: sunghoon & enha! + le sserafim

# playlist: delicate by taylor swift, take care by beach house, love by kendrick lamar, babydoll by dominic fike, hurts so good by astrid s

# a/n: hi y’all! I got this request a long time ago and only recently got to it, so I hope y’all like! lmk if u want to be added to the taglist! pls enjoy <3

# word count: 13.2k

# taglist: @lovialy @minniejenseo @powerpuffstuts @mnxnii @idkdykilr @ionlyreadforfanfics @heelovesmeknot @100520s @simjyunnie @scrumptiousloser @eneiyri @pinkkami @milkycloudtyg @enhypenlovre @pinkkami @m3chigo @saythenameseventeen178 @desistay @capri-cuntz.@taerifin open!

# unable to tag: @hohohobo

this was written upon anon request; check it out here!

when your father’s company cratered after a faulty business deal, a vendetta was formed between your family and the biggest export company in south korea. but that rivalry begins to falter when you fall in love with the ceo’s son.

[more under the cut!]

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Awards banquets were Sunghoon’s least favorite part of being in business. Forget the ruthlessness and backstabbing, dressing up in a suit and pretending to be successful blew all that warfare out of the water.

“It’s too tight.”

“It’s fine. You’ll be fine. Just stop complaining.”

“I’m not kidding, Jake. Loosen it or I’ll kill you.” Jake sighed, tugging on the navy blue tie until it was hanging loosely around Sunghoon’s neck, a stark and messy contrast to his crisp black suit and neat button up.

“Jesus Christ. After fifteen years, you’d think you’d know how to tie a tie.” Jake said, shaking his head as his best friend checked his hair in the mirror.

“Are you sure we have to go to this thing tonight?” Sunghoon huffed, brushing a stray piece of hair into place.

“Don’t be stupid. You’ve been going to these galas since you were six, and dragging me along with you.” Jake scoffed, pushing Sunghoon’s head from behind and ruining his hairstyle yet again, the latter glaring.

“You love it.” Sunghoon teased, tearing his eyes away from the mirror after checking his hair a last time. “God, I can’t believe we’re still having these idiotic galas. Everyone just knows they’re a coverup for big corporations to distract from the fact that they’re abusing their poor workers.”

“Nobody cares these days. Put a bow on anything and the media will eat it up.” Jake said, adjusting his tie before slapping his friend on the shoulder. “Ready to ruin some lives? Destroy some young futures?”

“Not funny.” Sunghoon warned, pointing his finger at Jake while trying to tug on his shoes with the other hand. “You know how much I hate the company.”

“Say that as much as you want, but you’re still wearing shoes bought with your daddy’s blood money.” Sunghoon huffed.

“Hm...I suppose you’re right.” he said, putting his hands on his hips.

“C’mon, let’s get you to the ball, Prince Charming.” Jake dragged Sunghoon out of the room by the wrist, locking it behind him, Sunghoon in tow.

Sunghoon sighed. God, how he hated his life. A legacy built on deception, and nothing he could do about it. Him and Jake made their way to the elevators, his dull eyes disappearing behind the closing doors.

He didn’t belong anywhere. Certainly not here.

˗ˋ☆ˊ˗

On the other side of the city, you were having an entirely different conversation.

“Take that off, Chae.” you said, biting into an apple. Your red lipstick bled into the fruit as you stared judgingly at Chaewon’s enormous diamond necklace.

“But it’s so pretty.” she crossed her arms, but you gave her a stern glance and she turned around to change with a roll of her eyes. “And you, put that out.” you swatted at Jay’s hand, a lit cigarette perched between his two fingers, roiling smoke spilling from the top. “You’re gonna make my new dress smell like smoke.”

“Jeez, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Jay asked, putting out his cigarette on the corner of the coffee table, which made you frown. “No need to stress. You’ve done this business routine a million times over.”

“I’m just nervous, I guess.” you said, hands fidgeting in your lap.

“I thought you didn’t care what the Parks thought about you.”

“I don’t.” you said firmly, tongue poking into the flesh of your left cheek. “I just want things to go smoothly, that’s all.”

“So you’re not gonna stand up to those fuckers that ruined your life? No protest?” Jay asked, resting his chin on his hand. “You always wanted to take them down.”

“Of course I do. But tonight’s not the night.” you sighed, rubbing your forehead, smudging your foundation and cursing when you realized what you had done. “I just want to be put together, just for one night.”

“Well you certainly look the part, honey.” he said, eyes trailing over your floor length red gown. “You’re a proper businesswoman.”

“I hope so.” you laughed.

“You’re gonna kill it. I know it for a fact.” Jay said, pressing a kiss to your cheek before standing. “Now let’s get you to this ball.” You grinned up at him, getting to your feet and brushing the dust off your skirt with determination.

“Let’s show these people who our company is.”

˗ˋ☆ˊ˗

[angelkiyo]

modern au high school hcs for my fav haikyuu boys based on my high school experiences + romance hcs <3

[miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa torū, iwaizumi haijime]

a/n- part one + my asks are open bc i do not know what to write but im down for mostly anything tbh so ASK AWAY PLS

miya osamu

he has a similar gpa to his brother [gpa at a 2.5 😔]

is in culinary club and the president

since atsumu is a drake glazer, osamu makes sure to bring up kendrick everytime he hears a drake song

he had a field day when “not like us” mv dropped

even though his brother and him are opposites in a way, that hasn’t stopped osamu from being submitted on ‘inarizaki.bops’

he was most likely talking to a teacher

private insta with 300 followers

doesn’t give a fuck abt p.e and would be enjoying basketball if they weren’t able to play volleyball

osamu would probably also have a very casual way of dressing — stussy and abrocrombie fiend

steals from his brother’s nike collection while owning several pairs adidas gazelles and new balances himself

as for with his s/o, he would be more of a soft launch guy and would post stories of you two holding hands or the two of you in a mirror pic

he would def be holding your hand in the halls and having his arm around you

imagine peter k lara jean moment

your friends would find him to be a green flag

the two of you would use study hall to not study at all but use his little crock pot thing he got from tiktok shop and make food

would try to be nara smith one day and fail miserably

very much would wear ‘aqua de gio’ bc i said so (n would find atsumu’s cologne to be too strong)

dates would include: cooking at his place and eating your masterpieces while watching movies (esp spider-man bc he seems the type)

artists he would listen to: kendrick lamar, joey bada$$, childish gambino, doja cat

sakusa kiyoomi

annoyingly smart (3.6 gpa) and would probably get a 4/5 avg on his ap tests

if he wasn’t on volleyball, he seems the type to be in academic decathlon or science olympiad

would be keeping to himself but if he were to play a sport, it would be smt like lacrosse or tennis

he’s rich. like RICH RICH. (he goes to itachiyama with three siblings or smt)

so he’d wear like club monaco, j. crew, or like ralph lauren

would have a specific rotation of shoes that would be asics or new balance in white

insta would be like 700 followers and 32 following

for him and his s/o, he’d be like osamu and would be very much soft launch you

even though he hates crowds, he would very much like to go out with you shopping (in a shopping center that has nobody/barely anyone)

kiyoomi may be presenting himself as a cold and calculating and he can be, but he’s a soft to ppl he’s close with

him and komori would use brain rot language ironically (I just see that lemme elaborate) after komori would use brain rot language unironically

he would use it with you once “by accident”

he kept hearing komori say it and said it subconsciously

and then never again after the second hand embarrassment he got

“on skibidi…?”

you still bring it up to this day (he blames komori)

dates would include movie nights and making pillow forts

artists he would listen to: sza, 21 savage, kanye west, playboi carti

oikawa torū

would be a note taking fiend and be an honors/ap student with a 3.4

he would be on a ‘bop’ page for volleyball in general

great king? nah great bop

instead of being a wyll warrior, he’d be one of the mfks on insta that would slide up with a 😍 then ghost you after dm-ing

another dior sauvage user and on some days, versace eros…

caught up in the central cee madz drama

also obsessed with watching nara smith (me too)

he’s team ice spice

would be very persistent in taking 0.5s

though because of this, he purposely fluffs up his bangs and hair for him to not fall victim to 0.5s

if he didn’t play volleyball, he would play badminton/tennis

would be a SLUTTTT for pinterest clean boy fits

very clean boy core with his lululemon mens shit and would be shopping at alo + urban outfitters

also ralph lauren teddy bear sweaters n golden gooses

his insta user would be smt like “theyenvy_.toruuu” or basic like his full name and he would have more than 3k followers

THOUGH HE WOULD BE MAKING THOSE SHARED POSTS W YOU.

his finsta would be very full of you and spams of volleyball

nle choppa slut me out 2 glazer

dates would include: self care day at either one of your places while watching baddies or real housewives +shopping

artists he would listen to: laufey, cigarettes after sex, olivia rodrigo, megan thee stallion, nle choppa

iwaizumi hajime

he went to uci so he has his shit tgt (nhs and 3.9 type shit w aps)

though, he would definitely be apart of debate club and a lacrosse person if he didn’t do volleyball

shops at psycho bunny or hollister. the occasional lululemon shirt bc oikawa put him on

would wear yeezys and supreme, i fear

i can see him being into watching the “who tf did I marry” series

massive gym bro

would have his finsta tracking his gains

his fyp would also probably be workouts and those “baby don’t hurt me” meme tiktoks (idk how to explain)

would be the winner of senior assassin

he would def shoot oikawa first

type of person to wear ‘obession’ by calvin klein mixed with axe body spray

as for insta, he would def have a good 1k

would post you to the cutest songs ever and collab on posts

HARD LAUNCH TYPA GUY

yall would have like a specific song that would make him be like “this is our songgg”

in his head

most likely a tyler song

aka ‘sweet/i thought you wanted to dance’

he’d be the okokok to your lalalala

dates would include: him just spoiling you and dinner dates

artists he would listen to: tyler the creator, metro boomin, 21 savage, kendrick lamar, j. cole

[saintescuderia]

some thoughts on the beef...

now, i will preface this by the admission: i did my masters thesis on kendrick lamar.

so the bias runs deep. from the moment in 2013 when i first listened to bitch, don't kill my vibe and realised he'd perfectly encapsulated the idea of get your noise away from me, kendrick became a key figure for me. my entire adolescence was characterised by the releases of to pimp a butterfly and DAMN.

i was born and raised christian, but i only started to fully explore that after listening to faith.

i was born and raised in an egyptian household, but i only started to fully identify with what that means after complexion.

my highschool teacher once said to us that there will be no amount of growth in a time period unlike from your 18th to your 21st. and i can testify this. DAMN came out when i turned 18. mr morale and the big steppers came out after i finished being 21.

and, as always, kendrick knew what i needed. that a song about the lifelong affects of trauma and dealing with grief, with pain, with shame. i remember listening to mother i sober for the first time and bursting into tears on my bedroom floor because i never thought he would actually go where i needed him the most.

and now, we're here. that dr*ke is a pedophile. i won't censor that word, but i will censor his name. his artist name deserves no more respect. if anything, it should be that aubrey is a pedophile. and whilst these allegations still need to be proved to be true with evidence, i think it's worth noting something.

kendrick's suffered from the affects of abuse. why would he make light of it and throw them around so carelessly?

if anything, we've seen how nothing he does is careless. everything is so carefully thought out, so methodically thought out with even the most minute details being considered with the utmost deliberation.

aside from that, there's too much pain for that to be the case.

this could've been a good example of the sport. it's what it started out as. it's not worth going through all the subtle disses kendrick has dished out in his career. if anything, his pulitzer prize should be enough proof that a rap diss could remain as is; a rap diss.

but this wasn't a mere rap diss. this was mr morale in action and providing a real life example of the stories and themes he explores in his songs. the affects of unchecked corruption within the self. the affects of generational trauma and how the cycle continues - unless you stop and look in the mirror.

-- + -- + --

we should've known

how a son was finally shown

like the apple with the bruise

it's all coming loose

treat the world like your whore

only for it to reveal

your rotten core

(pls, seek him. heal.)

[cvpidzcvrse]

ℌ𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

MDNI, step off pls and thank u

✦A/N: ITS BEEN LIKE 4EVER IM SO SRY!! i’ve been lolligagin for too long but im here finally! I barely proof read this I'm ngl so if you see any typos just ignore them. Let’s also pretend that im not writing a halloween theme fic in july, we don’t talk abt that. Anyways, enjoy this one loves!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Synopsis: You and Suguru decide to hold a Halloween party at your shared house. Of course, Suguru being the tease he is, makes sure you have the time of your life tonight.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Wc: 2,673

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Warning: semi-public small, 4th wall breaks, vibrator, light exhibitionism, praise, slight degradation, edging, maskplay, spanking, squirting, oral fem!receiving, and ofc creampie (practice safe sex).

(reader is black)

It’s 9:00 PM on Halloween. You were able to convince Suguru to help you throw this year's party at your shared home. With Kendrick Lamar playing softly in the background, you blow yourself a kiss in the mirror. You look gorgeous with your vampy makeup on. You finish glossing your lips before smiling, you stare at yourself admiring every curve and beauty mark on your dark brown skin. Something was missing from your vampire costume and you can’t put your finger on it.

“You’re missing fangs, sweetheart”

Almost like he was reading your mind, Suguru is leaning on the doorframe handing you your poly grip fangs. He places a small kiss on your hand before walking off.

“Aren’t you gonna help me? As my loving boyfriend, you should.”

You flutter your falses, giving him the most cute girlfriend look you can muster. He chuckles before begrudgingly agreeing and walking into the bathroom with you. He grabs your waist and lifts you on top of the bathroom counter. He gives your nose a small peck before opening your mouth with the pad of his thumb. 

“Why can’t you just do this yourself?”

He mumbles before taking one of the fangs and sticking it to your canine. He takes a step back to see how it looks before laughing loudly.

“What? Did you put it on wrong? Why are you laughing?”

He rests his hand on your hips before planting a steamy kiss on your lips. You smile before handing him the other fang. 

“Not too much, I just finished my makeup and people will be here soon.”

He rolls his eyes before playfully snatching the other fang from your hand.

“Open up for me, beautiful.”

He taps your bottom lip with his thumb before you open your mouth. You notice how concentrated he is, His long raven hair in a half-up-half-down style, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and his tongue poking his mouth slightly. You find it cute and let out a small chuckle, ruining his concentration. 

“Stop laughing, you messed me up”

You roll your eyes as he’s back in your mouth…fixing the fangs, of course. 

“Keep rolling them and I’ll have them stuck like that.” 

He chuckles at his joke before returning to his very boring facial expression. You’re happy your skin hid the blood rushing to your cheeks after his very bold statement. You grab his wrist and push his hand away from your mouth, giving him a very shocked expression. 

“What do you mean by that? Are you trying to get sexual with me?”

Your hand grabs your imaginary pearls, mouth agape. Suguru rolls his eyes at your antics before grabbing your cheek to keep your mouth open. 

“We don’t have time for you to be goofing off, my love. Sit still so I can finish these fangs and we can finish setting up, alright?”

His mouth is right against your ear, you can feel his breath grazing your skin. You get goosebumps all over and your spine shivers at the tension. You nod slowly, crossing your legs hoping it’ll stop your clit from pulsing. 

“Good girl…see how easy that was”

He smirks before taking a step back, appreciating the sight of you. The red corset hugged your body so well, he wanted to rip it off of you right there but he had other plans. 

“Do you remember what we talked about yesterday? Are you still up for it?”

You stare at your fake fangs in the mirror, completely loving this dark look you have. You turn to Geto and give him a sweet smile. 

“It’s already in…c’mon let’s finish up.”

You whisper before tossing him his Ghostface mask and walking out of the bathroom. He watches as your hips sway side to side and the short black skirt moves along with it. Curses flew from his mouth before his phone lit up with a text. 

‘Toru: We’re outside loser, open up :)‘

10:46 PM. 

The floor of the house is vibrating as music is booming loudly through the speakers. People are squashed everywhere, the air filled with booze and sex. People making out in dark corners, red solo cups filled with god knows what, and people everywhere. You and Suguru had a decent amount of friends so your shared house was packed. 

“Everyone and they mama in this bitch! Suguru must have a lot of friends!”

Kiara, your best friend since elementary school, shouted over the music. She decided to be a witch this Halloween, even though her hat is long gone and she has no clue where it went. You roll your eyes at her backhanded comment. You two continue to talk, well gossip about the people at your party. Even though you loved Suguru with all your heart you couldn’t stand some of his friends. Your gossip comes to a close as you’re rudely interrupted by the boyfriends, Satoru and Suguru. Best friends dating best friends, it’s like a fanfic waiting to happen. 

“What’s up ladies, need saving?” 

Saturu grins widely, flashing us his fake FBI badge and pulling his round sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. Kiara rolls her eyes and gives her boyfriend a playful punch in his arm.

“Toru, you’re so corny stop.”

“I wasn’t corny last night when I was-” 

“Shut up!”

You chuckle at their banter before you feel a sudden shock coming from inside. You look up at Geto and notice a cheesy grin on his face. 

‘This nigga…’

He turned on the Bluetooth vibrator that’s submerged inside of you. Luckily it’s on the lowest setting so it's bearable, but that doesn’t mean it's unnoticeable. 

“Hey babe, are you ok?”

Suguru gives the fakest pout ever, now drawing the attention of our friends. You give them an awkward smile as you shuffle slightly in your space. The toy buzzes softly on your G-spot. 

“I…I’m fine, these…uh shoes…are starting to get…uncomfortable.”

You give them one small smile before speed-walking upstairs to your bedroom. Suguru gives a soft pat on the shoulder and follows close behind you. Saturu tilts his head in confusion before shrugging it off and continuing to bother his girlfriend. 

“Ew nigga! Did you just lick me?”

Kiara’s fusing fades away as you finally make it to your bedroom. That was the most agonizing 10 seconds of your life. Who knows what would’ve happened if it was turned up any higher? You hear the bedroom door open then close, and then the buzzing stops. You whimper at the sudden lack of pleasure. You turn to face Suguru and his shit-eating grin. 

“What’s wrong sweetheart? You left so soon, I got worried.”

 His silky voice laced with condescending undertones, it pisses you off. You knew you couldn’t do anything about it though. You agreed to this now you have to follow through with your dumb idea of a game. 

“You’re such an asshole.”

Your words didn’t go unpunished, you quickly regretted your statement when you felt a string buzz on your G-spot. You quickly buckle and grab at Suguru’s arm.

“I'm what? Say louder so I can hear you”

Buzz Buzz

He turned it up higher, a threatening look in his eyes. He’s ready to turn you into a puddle of lust at any moment now all he needs is a word. You give him pleading eyes praying that he’ll turn the damn thing off. 

“I…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it! Please S…Suguru!”

He chuckles at your shameless begging before turning it off and helping you stand straight. 

“This is the only time I’m willing to be nice. Let’s not have this happen again, OK?”

You nod, putting your hands on his shoulders hoping to steady yourself from the recent orgasm scare. 

“I…I’m gonna go back down, and please have mercy on me.”

He chuckles, watching you walk slowly out of the room before shutting the door behind you and leaving him with only the lewd thought to keep him company. He shifts his pants slightly, trying to make the tent in his pants less obvious. 

12:04 AM. 

The party had died down a little, the music shifted from hip-hop to neo-soul, the crowd less rowdy, and the smell of weed in the air. Kiara was talking with Shoko about the newest Love Island: USA episode that aired the day before, Satoru and Suguru were sharing a blunt in the corner of the room with a few of their friends, and you were making another drink in the kitchen. 

“You’re (✰), right? I’m Nanami, I’m from your psychology class at the university.”

You turn to see a tall blonde man dressed in dress pants, a tie, a button-up shirt, and a sweater. You knew exactly who he was.

“I remember you, I didn't expect you to come! Wait let me guess! You’re dressed as Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds?”

He nods and you cheer excitedly jumping a bit, your partially exposed tits moving along with you. Nanami blushes slightly, catching a glimpse of your tits, he looks away shyly. You smile wide before going on a tangent about Criminal Minds. You two talked for about 45 minutes, about; characters, episodes, unsubs, and even the actors themselves. 

You’ve been ignoring the holes being burned into the side of your head. You feel Suguru’s eyes scanning your body from head to toe. Watching the way your tits jiggle when you laugh and the way Nanami’s are looking at you the same way he is. Suguru was livid, how dare you continue to entertain this guy who wants to fuck you as badly as he did. But who would blame him, you’re hot. 

“Listen, Spencer had every right to become an unsub. I-”

Buzz Buzz. 

You grip your cup slightly at the sharp vibration plaguing your inside. Your G-spot is being tortured by a tiny little button from across the room. You notice him already staring at you with an expression you couldn’t read. He was enjoying this and it was your fault, what type of masochist were you? 

“Are you ok (✰)?” Buuuuzz.

You nod slightly, now shifting your attention to the ground. That asshole switched it to the highest setting out of nowhere. You’re leaning on the kitchen counter with both hands, your vision blurred and your senses turned off. 

“Are you sure? Did you drink too much? What happened to me?”

He places his hand on the small of your back and that sends Suguru into a frenzy. You glance to see Suguru rapidly tapping on his phone. Simultaneously you feel the vibrations getting faster and harder, you’re practically slouching on the counter. 

“I’ll get you a bottle of water from the cooler, I’ll be back!”

Nanami rushes out of the kitchen and heads out to the backyard patio. You were so close to cumming but you knew you couldn’t luckily the moment Nanami left Surguru turned it off. You send him a sharp glare before grabbing what’s left of your drink and walking out of the kitchen. 

1:30 AM. 

The party was over and everyone had left by now but Kiara and Satoru. He was slumped on the couch with Kiara asleep in his lap. You smile at the couple before putting a soft blanket on Kiara. Suguru cleans up the last of the cups in the kitchen and the living room before making his way over to you. 

“You’ve been teasing me all night long, how about we have some real fun.”

You whisper slowly, your hands already making their way down to his cock. You trace his v-line slowly before he grabs your hand and drags you upstairs to your shared bedroom. He leads you inside before closing the door and locking it. A passionate kiss leads to him pushing you on the bed and removing your skirt. 

“Take the vibrator out..”

He spreads your legs apart watching as you push your panties to the side and take out a bright pink vibrator. It’s coated in your juices and your panties are soaked from the night's activities. He groans before getting on his knees and peppering small kisses on your clit. You whined as he pushed his tongue inside of your cunt. Your clit was sensitive from being edged all night by your beautiful boyfriend.

“S-Suguru, I-I’m…mmph…sensitive!”

That doesn’t stop Suguru from wreaking havoc on your pleading clit. He chuckles at your failed attempt to get him to slow down. He continued his attack on your clit, he sucked and kissed it like you were gonna die right then and there. He takes one of his fingers and pushes it inside of you slowly. His fingers disappear inside as you grip the sheets under you. Your orgasm is now closer than ever.

“S-Suguru!”

You covered his finger with your fluids, he gave your clit one final lick before standing up and unbuckling his belt. 

“Can you keep the mask on? You look really hot from this angle.”

He chuckles at your request before taking off his black fitted shirt. This was a sight to see, your legs draped over his shoulders, Suguru with nothing but a mask on, and his pants lowered just enough so his cock was out. 

“You won the bet fair and square. I guess I have to give you your reward.”

He strokes his hard cock a bit before pushing it inside of you. Your pussy swallows his cock whole with a sloppy wet noise. 

“Fuck…that’s it…” 

Suguru's head falls back in pleasure as he groans from the way your Pussy lets him in. Your mouth falls open but nothing comes out of your pleasure stopping you from expressing it. Suguru’s pace speeds up viciously, the tip of his cock leaves kisses on your cervix. 

“S-Shit Suguru! S-S-Slow down!”

He lets out a huff completely ignoring your pleading and his pace gets even more aggressive now than before. The mask and the way he has you bent is making you wetter and wetter. The bed creaks under you and the room smells like a mix of sex and weed. Even though you couldn’t see his face you knew his eyes were low and bloodshot. 

“Aww, is my slut tired already? Fuck...You can take it.”

His voice was laced with false pity and his tone was very condescending. You whined knowing no matter what you said it wouldn’t stop his strokes. You filled the room with loud moans and wet sounds, your pussy giving away how you truly felt. You felt your core bubble with heat you knew your orgasm was coming soon. 

“Sugu…Fuck, I’m about to cum!”

Suguru hums before grabbing the vibrator tossed to the side and turning it to its highest setting. Your eyes widen when you hear the rapid buzzing from his hand. You shake your head pleading he doesn’t play with your sensitive clit. He places the vibrator on your clit and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You grip the sheets harder than you did before. Noise is barely leaving your mouth just gasping and airy moans. 

You clench around his cock as his pace gets sloppy. His cock twitches inside of you signaling his orgasm is close by. 

“You’re doing so well. Shit…cum for me baby.” 

Almost on cue, you squirt all over his cock and cover it with your pleasure. White ropes shoot inside of you and a white ring covers the base of his cock. He groans and huffs as his orgasm crashes with yours. You sit in silence for a bit, and both of you are drunk off of ecstasy. It took a few minutes before Suguru pulled out and got you ready for bed leaving small kisses all over your body. 

“I’m gonna go get you a bottle of water, ok?” 

You nod and he kisses you on your forehead. He walks over to the door and opens up seeing a very perplexing sight. Kiara was standing there mid-knock with a very dazed look.”

“Just…uh…wanted to say we were…um leaving. Yeah uh…see ya!”

She definitely heard everything.

[ansu-gurleht]

sorry i didn’t save the world, my friend / i was too busy buildin’ mine again

[coryosbaby]

Playing Dangerous - Ethan Landry x reader x Chad Meeks Martin (18+)

a lil sum for @knxfesup 🤭

Warning: threesome, jealousy, car sex, angry sex, double penetration, marking, degradation, Ethan is literally so mean in this, dumbification, sir kink, daddy kink (it’s said like one time LMFAOO), cum play, breeding kink, a little bit of anal, dom! Ethan landry, dom! Chad meeks Martin, sub!bimbo! Reader

“Oh, my god! I LOVE Kendrick Lamar!”

Your voice rings out through the party you’re at. You always get loud, but it’s not like anyone is sober enough to care. The boy in front of you, some random frat guy with average frat guy music taste, is conversating you about different bands. He smiles, throwing his head back and laughing at your excitement. He’s cute, with sandy blonde hair and and green eyes.

He’s not Ethan or Chad, though.

And you know that. But neither of two boys seem to, because they’re death staring you and the frat boy from across the room.

Chad’s jaw is clenched, hands gripping his drink harshly, as Ethan’s cold stare examines the way you move your body towards him. An innocent little sway of your hips, but Ethan knows better. He knows that move.

When you walk away from the frat boy, his number now innocently resting in your pocket, you make your way over to Ethan and Chad.

“Hey, guys!” You excitedly bring Chad into a hug and kiss Ethan on the cheek. They give you the cold shoulder, however, and ignore you. You frown, not knowing what you did wrong.

“Are you both okay? You look-”

“Shut up,” Chad snaps. “We’re going home.”

Your mouth snaps shut, but then forms into a pout.

“Why are you being so mean? I wanna stay…”

“We don’t really care what you want.” Ethan says. His hand grabs your wrist and he tugs you to him. Him and Chad begin to direct you to your car, and you follow them, irritated.

Usually Ethan lets you sit in the floorboard when Chad drives, lets you rest your cheek against his thigh while he strokes your hair. And sometimes, when Ethan drives, Chad lets you rest your head in his lap in the backseat.

But this time, Ethan shoves you into the back without even a look at you.

He gets in the passenger side, and Chad throws your bag in the back with you. He begins to drive and you glare at him in anger.

“I was having fun.”

Ethan chuckles. “Yeah, sure you were. With that fucking idiot in the backwards hat. What was his name?”

You realize that they’re jealous, and you roll your eyes.

Chad sees your reaction in the mirror and looks back at you through the reflection to give you a harsh stare.

“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at him. Answer the goddamn question.”

You shrug nervously, your attitude slightly wavering at Chad’s tone. Your pink acrylic nails tap against the door handle. The place you’re driving at is mostly empty. It’s 3 a.m, after all, and the party was away from the city.

“He was just some guy named Alex. He gave me his number because he wants to hang out together at his frat wednesday night to talk about the class we share. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah,” Ethan scoffs. “I’m sure that was the reason. He’s just trying to get into your pants.”

You frown.

“He was just being nice…”

“Baby, guys like that aren’t being nice unless they want something.” Chad cuts in. His tone is soft. Sometimes he gets scared your naiveness might get you into trouble. Both him and Ethan have to think for you most of the time, after all.

But of course, you still have that snarky attitude.

“Whatever…” you mutter. “He’s probably better in bed, anyway. Maybe I’ll still go.”

Chad’s eyes narrow, his hand tight on the steering wheel, and Ethan turns around to look at you angrily.

“That mouth is gonna get you into trouble, bitch. I would stop while you’re ahead.”

“Or what?”

And then Chad is pulling the car over, the road empty and deserted. Both him and Ethan are fuming, and they unbuckle their seat belts and stalk over to your door. When they open it, Chad leans over to roughly undo your seat belt. Your eyes are wide, face flushed.

And then Chad pushes you down, turning your body over and bending you at your knees. He yanks your skirt up, and your underwear down. He hits your ass with a hardened force, and you cry out, hands scrambling to hold yourself up as he spanks you.

“N-no! ‘M sorry.. I won’t ever do it again, sir!”

“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m not stopping.” Chad growls. He spanks you again, harder. Your ass stings, incredibly so. “You get five hits from me, and then Ethan is going to give you five more. Is that understood?”

You nod, ass backing up against the boy’s hand more. Although you love the feeling and only have three hits left from Chad, you dread the time when Ethan has to punish you. Even if he’s the smaller of the two, he’s the meanest.

Chads hand comes down on you again, and your body surges forward in the warm leather seat. Your pussy clenches, flooding with wetness, and the boy’s hand comes down one last time. You moan at the sting, and he rubs your ass soothingly before moving out of the way so Ethan can finish the job. And when Chad goes over to the other side of the car to get into the seat beside you, he begins to stroke your hair. it’s a form of comfort; he knows how harsh your shared boyfriend can be, and always stays beside you in case you get too overwhelmed.

You can feel Ethan’s soft palms press against you, and you tense. The sting of his harsh hits doesn’t come, however.

Because his hands move from you, and down to his belt.

Your eyes widen when you hear the sound of the metal buckle coming undone. He pulls it through the loops of his jeans, and you feel the leather up against your ass.

“You know I don’t like doing this stuff, sweetness.” Ethan sighs. “But you need to be disciplined.”

And then the belt is cracking down. You cry when it hits your skin, tears welling in your eyes, but Ethan just chuckles dryly.

“Don’t cry on me now. You asked for this.”

You sniffle. “Sorry, sir.”

Ethan rolls his eyes, and spanks you again. It’s harder than the first, and it fucking hurts.

But of course, that doesn’t stop you from being extremely turned on. Your legs are shaking, your tight little cunt begging for release. But you know it probably won’t come, not for the rest of the night or tomorrow. Another one of Ethan’s forms of harsh punishment; he doesn’t like other men being around you except for Chad, and he has little patience. You knew this, of course. You don’t know why you do this to yourself.

The second hit. Your body practically flattens itself to the seat, your ass clenching to prevent the harsh sting of the belt. You try to crawl away from the painful hits, but Ethan notices, and inhales sharply through his teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he grunts. He grabs your legs and pulls you back to him roughly, and you mewl. “You’re gonna sit and take it like your supposed to, like a good fuckin’ girl. Jesus, it’s like you’re begging to get hurt. It’s pathetic.”

You shakily exhale, relaxing your body as much as you can, and the belt comes down for a third time. You sob, tears streaming messily down your flushed cheeks. Your mascara is smeared, lipstick worn off and staining the edges of your mouth. Chad watches your beautiful form next to him, his cock now in his hand as he strokes himself. Normally when you cry he’s concerned; but now, knowing that the pain brings you carnal pleasure, he wants nothing more than to shove his hot prick inside you.

You lift your head up to look at Chad, watch him touch himself and leak all over his own hand. “C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs “Just two more…”

“And then you’ll both fuck me?” You look into his eyes with a hazy, exited gaze. He smiles.

“Yeah, baby. Then we’ll fuck you.” He looks back at Ethan, and the boy nods.

“Give Ethan a kiss, honey. Thank him for punishing you.”

You bite your lip, hesitant. You turn around to look at him, and he smiles for the first time that night. You grin, moving your abused body up to press a kiss to his lips. The boy’s hand wraps around your throat to hold you upright, his mouth moving against yours in tandem. But only for a moment, before he pulls away.

“Thank you for punishing me, sir.” you murmur. Ethan strokes the expanse of your neck as he holds you up.

“You’re welcome, angel. Now lay back down, okay?”

You nod, bringing your body back down. He begins to give you directions, ways to position your body so Chad can see more of you and make himself feel good.

“Lift that pretty ass up… yeah, you sweet little whore. Just like that. Show Chad how slutty you are.”

You whine, pressing yourself against Ethan’s hips, feeling his hard cock poking through, as you lift your ass up.

And then he spanks you with the belt again, and more tears begin to flow. And finally, when you’re on the last hit, welts are running along your ass and thighs. You collapse in relief that it’s over. The fact that no one has stopped to see what’s going on is a mystery to you, but you aren’t complaining.

Chad moves onto his knees, his hard cock in front of you. He grabs your hair to lift you back up, and you moan. He shoves his cock into your open, awaiting mouth. You choke, your throat keening under the pressure of his fat dick. Ethan positions himself behind you, and you gasp when you feel his now naked cock pressing against your warm heat. He spreads your pussy lips apart and pushes in, filling you to the brim.

You cry out around Chad’s cock, and he mutters a small ‘son of a bitch!’ before beginning to shallowly fuck your throat.

Ethan begins to fuck you hard and rough, hands gripping your ass as he thrusts into you. He feels so hot, so good inside you, and he laughs when you try to pull yourself towards him.

“Poor baby. You just love being a little cock sleeve, huh?” Ethan spreads your cheeks apart, spitting down onto your other hole. He shoves a finger in, and you mewl. “Can’t even hold yourself up right now, and you think that that frat boy can fuck you better than us? God, you really are an airhead.”

Your cheeks heat at the degradation. The sound of both Chad and Ethan’s hips hitting your skin is loud inside the car, and your juices drip down your thighs as Ethan adds another finger to your tight ass. Chad thrusts into your mouth deeply one last time, before pulling off. You gasp for air, chest heaving, and your mouth hovers over Chad’s waist. Ethan’s thrusts begin to slow. His hips stutter, and you know he’s close.

“C’mon, Eth,” you beg, fucking your ass back onto him. He moans. “Don’t you want to cum inside my pussy? Wan’ your cum, sir, wan’ it so bad-”

“Fuck!” He groans, his cock finally spilling inside your tight heat. Your eyes roll back at the warmth, and Ethan rests himself on top of you. Your cunt is throbbing, finally getting the hot cum that it’s been aching for the entire night. Ethan rests for a moment, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

“Gonna let me fuck her, man? Or are you gonna keep her all to yourself?” Chad teases to the boy , and he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, Jesus. Let me pull out.”

And when he does, he grabs you by your shoulders and spins you around. Your pussy faces Chad now, and he uses his fingers to gather the sticky cum dripping out of your opening to soak his cock. Ethan’s dick jumps at that, and he can feel himself getting hard again. His stamina is honestly scary, but it makes for good fucking at the end of the day.

You whimper when you see that he’s hard again. Chad pushes into you, the sound of Ethan’s cum inside of you making a loud wet sound. You clench around him, and the boy grits his teeth to stop from orgasming too soon. He lifts his shirt up and holds it with his teeth, watches your ass bounce as he fucks you and Ethan’s white cum create a thick ring around his dick. He brings his hands down to grip the red welts on your ass tightly. You cry out in pain, but it only spurs him on.

Ethan rubs his tip against your lips, and laughs.

“I’m gonna cum all over this slutty little face. God, you’re gonna be covered, baby. If this doesn’t get you pregnant, I don’t know what will.”

You moan, lips coming up to kiss the tip of his cock.

Ethan grins. “You like that, you sweet dumb thing? Wanna make me and Chad a daddy?”

“Yes! Please, please fill me up!”

Chad huffs, face on fire, and you clench down on him. He makes a low animalistic sound in his throat as he orgasms, his cum filling you up just like Ethan’s did. You clench, wanting to keep him cock inside for warmth. And he does just that, cock warming you as Ethan begins to touch himself in front of your face. You stick out your tongue, waiting for his load to land on it. It doesn’t take long before he’s creaming all over your tongue, face, and neck.

“Good little bitch. Take daddy’s cum. Yeah, that’s it. Filled the fuck up, aren’t you?”

You nod, trying not to giggle as your mouth stays open. Ethan lifts your chin up so he can examine his handiwork.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”

You obey, swallowing him down. He takes his fingers and scoops up some of the cum on your neck and feeds it to you, and you take it eagerly. Behind you, Chad finally pulls out, and tuts when he sees that his seed is dripping out.

“Can’t have any of that slipping out, sweet girl. Think you can hold it in with your fingers until we get home?”

“Yes, sir.”

And you do just that. As they fix your clothes and buckle you back up, you keep your fingers inside yourself obediently. Ethan keeps you company in the backseat as Chad drives once again, one hand kneading your tits and the other pressing kisses to your collarbones.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

“Proud enough to let me cum?” You whisper. Your eyes are hopeful, and he sighs.

“Fine, but just this once.”

And then he’s rubbing your clit in slow circles, and you’re tilting your head back in ecstasy.

[arcadiabaytornado]

Do you have any hot takes or unpopular opinions regarding Before The Storm?

I have a lot, actually!

A: It could have been the best game in the entire franchise if Episode 3 just didn't...do that. Like, I genuinely think Episode 3 is so bad that it tanks the quality of the game even though Episode 1 and 2 are fantastic. In fact, Episode 2 is my favorite stand alone episode in the entire franchise.

B: Rachel would have been a better protagonist.

C: The back-talk mechanism isn't bad or cringy. Yeah, it does feel like Chloe isn't dropping any actual good insults and instead the people around her are just tired of dealing with her...but I think that's kind of the point. A part of Chloe's characterization is that the people who should be helping her (Joyce, Wells, Etc.) don't know what to do with her, so they just....don't do anything. I think the back-talk is meant to make Chloe look like a troubled teen, not Kendrick Lamar talking about Drake.

D: Rachel doesn't actually get much characterization in this game, and she's still pretty much a blank slate. She tells Chloe at one point that she's afraid she doesn't have a personality, and she thinks she mirrors other people because she's unsure of herself. That in of itself is characterization, and we do know some things like "Rachel was passionate," and "Rachel liked theater," but I still don't think we ended the game truly knowing Rachel Amber, because Rachel Amber didn't even know herself. In other words: Most interpretations of Rachel are still valid. (And TBH I prefer it that way.)

E: Chloe's characterization was really good. I've heard complaints that BTS softened Chloe's personality too much, but I think it makes sense that she's not as jaded considering she hasn't lost Rachel yet. I also disagree with the complaint that Chloe is too "teenage angsty" in this game. She is very teenage angsty, but she's enduring the normal amount of teen angst while also having heavy trauma. That's just going to make a fifteen year old real angsty.

F: I LOVE Steph and Mikey...but their characters make no sense. In the first game, Chloe is heavily implied to not have had any real friends since Max left other than Rachel. Adding their existence just makes things more confusing...though it's very clear that Before The Storm resented being a prequal and desperately wanted to be it's own thing...which isn't how prequals work usually for...a good reason.