#“all the candy you can eat” is a song title from one of my favorite albums.

[pyrriax]

6, 12, 30 for the writing asks ^_^

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Shaking its head in what seems like disbelief before meeting his eyes again, almost like it wants to say something before it makes a noise like a growl, "oh, you're one of those seraphs, aren't you. A star-eater. No wonder you act like you've lost your mind."

(ignore that that's a couple sentences, the Thought is important)

12. Do you outline your fics?  If yes, how detailed are your outlines?  How far do you stray from them?

Oh yes! I outline my fics thoroughly. Though, I do allowed myself to deviate as much from the outline as I feel like when things go off the rails. Some snippets of planning from a couple fics & concepts:

My outlines are very... One for one. With some exceptions. I tend to basically write a very brief version of the fic and try to get the feelings and words right before I actually write it. This is... Also why it can and will take me a month to write a oneshot. I try to get things Right.

30. How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

So! I edit them a bit? I edit while I work, but often I don't really touch anything I've already written unless it's something longer that might be taking a few months to get through. I think the fic I've edited the most is the prologue of Artificial Stars, which was originally a quickly written 2k oneshot into about 5k of actually decent fic.

Usually I don't edit to make something shorter/more concise, since I tend to only come up with more ways to bridge concepts when I go back to it. Also to be fair... There's usually no difference between first draft and final product. I cannot be asked to edit my fics after I write them, I just release them to the birds and pray for the best. (Unless I actually decide to show it to my beta reader in full instead of just sharing snippets as I... usually do.)

Conclusion: Rarely, those thangs are being given to the world as-is unless something is horrifically wrong with them

[tinykonig]

Okay but my boy Gaz😩😩😩😩 I’m seriously going into 2023 manifesting that man. Can the ppl (me) get husband Gaz headcanons and how he’d treat his spouse? (I get the vibe he’d be all for princess treatment) Can there also be dad Gaz? <3

Im going to use this post for husband!gaz and ill make a seperate post for dad!gaz :))

sfw & nsfw below, afab reader

kyle is the definition of a devoted partner. the dream man!!!

like i said in his headcannons, his love language is quality time. he loves spending any time he can with his partner, and especially loves going on little getaways to new cities and destinations and spoiling them

he is more casual about dates. he will do the whole dress up and fancy restaurant thing but he much prefers eating fast food in his car and driving somewhere with a view listening to your playlists

OH MAN this boy will make u little dedicated playlists every once in a while and its so sweet :) titled like “my sunshine” “listen to this when you miss me” and its just songs that you guys discovered together on your drives

very thoughtful about gift giving! will remember if you prefer silver or gold jewelry, remembers your favorite foreign candies, etc

loves all the pet names. hardly calls you by your name its always love, darling, princess, baby

constantly taking photos of you ! keeps polaroids in his phone case, wallet, and on his walls

especially nsfw ones :))) particularly his cum on you. on your boobs, dripping out of you, on your ass

multiple rounds kinda dude. he sees his cum in/on you, hes hard again sorry

god he is all about body worship in this bedroom

praises you the entire time and a big fan of eye contact

he calls you all the time and most of the time it’s very innocent and asks oh about your day and gossips about price to you

but he is such a perv… sometimes your voice just turns him on and he will start touching himself while you are just talking about something you did that day

his breath will hitch and you just know

fucking cums in his pants if you jokingly shame him about it. like “i’m just telling you about my day and you have to stroke your dick? i know you aren’t that much of a perv, kyle,” and he GROANS

gaz can be subby sometimes, as a treat

how could you not indulge him in phone sex

if he does the grocery shopping by himself for some reason, expect to have so many snacks but no ingredients for any actual meals

and he is so bad at making lists he just goes to the store and raw dogs it

so now its a rule that you have to be present for grocery shopping- he is not to be trusted

he loves hosting at your guys’ house!!! especially wants to be the house to host christmas dinners

plays bartender all night and LOVES it

gifts from gaz are always very sentimental but unexpected. like getting you a bracelet that has his vows engraved in tiny tiny writing

he cries at meaningful moments, like at your wedding, during a reunion where he’s been gone for a while. he just gets choked up

in tune with his emotions and talks about how he feels very openly ( at least with you ) if he is worried about something he will always ask for your perspective and it helps him process things

because he can have a fiery temper sometimes so he really wants to work on seeing things from your point of view. never would gets physical or anything, but he can say some mean things or shut you out

when you notice him making progress in this you always praise him and let him know you recognize his efforts and suddenly he is all mushy

the guys know almost everything about you, even if you have never met them. he talks about you all the time

“what movie are we watching? oh yeah my partner loves that movie.” and “my partner makes the best fucking cookies in the world”

one time you got up in the morning before him and made a little breakfast for you both and when he woke up and saw that he teared up and said “im fond of you, you know?” and it was just so cute that now you both say that to each other for little things

he enjoys taking walks with you, particularly with to-go coffees in hand

people watches with you and you guys make up conversations that you think strangers are having

its his favorite pass-time honestly

back to sexy time

he really likes your neck, spends a lot of time there during foreplay. you have to be really diligent if you don’t want him to leave any marks there

loves being on the bottom when he is dominant. just sitting back and telling you what to do and how to do it and seeing you get tired/cock drunk is his favorite

steals a few of your panties to take with him when hes gone. hes a lowkey perv im telling yall

he asked you to marry him one night after like 4 rounds of fucking, he just could not hold it in anymore

promises to make it up to you with a romantic date later but tbh you didn’t mind

[youmeshii]

han yujin × reader

warning ; she/her pronouns used, the f word is said ONCE, intentional lowercase, not proof read (i wrote this in 40 mins 💀), im younger than yujin i have the right to write this

tags ; no beta we die like real men, friends to (possible) lovers, tooth-rotting-ish fluff, yujin is a living and breathing staring contest bc hes awkward n i love him

a/n ; unfortunately, i will be delaying the publishing of my gunwook fic cause i'd like for it to be the best of the bestest but i wanted to spice up my page a lil bit and coincidentally, i have an awful yujin brainrot. so yujin drabble!!!!!

wc ; 0.6k

hold me close and say you care, 'cause i'm in love with your black hair ♪

"fuck, my headphones died." you groaned in annoyance, yujin's stare bearing into your skull. it would've been okay if it died back at home but on a road trip in the middle of nowhere, you don't have a lot of options.

your eyes travel to his, finally snapping him out of the spell you put on him. "yes?" your head tilts as you ask. he thinks it's the cutest thing he ever saw.

now feeling a little awkward, he looks down onto his bag and starts rummaging through his things. confusion still displays on your face yet you continue to watch his doings.

he pulls out a badly tangled bundle of earphones. "you can use this...?" he hesitated, you almost couldn't tell if it was a statement or not.

you let out a small laugh and his guard finally drops, laughing along with you. sure, he was all awkward and shy around you, but he still cared enough to offer a way for you to continue listening to your music.

"if it wasn't so tangled, i might be able to." you said, remnants of your laugh left on your face and made itself into a wide smile.

his cheeks started glowing with a rosy color as he pauses for a second before trying to untangle his earphones. why is it so tangled? why can't he get it out? this is his only chance!

"need some help there?" he jolts up at your voice and just blanks out. he looked like a child who just got caught eating too many candies. panicked on the inside, completely still on the outside.

you laugh at his still figure. his awkwardness from this whole situation made this so much funnier for you. grabbing his earphones, you test your luck and attempt to untangle it yourself.

"i think you tangled it even more." you joked, swiftly untangling the wires and putting them in their respective places. due to the gods' luck and pure will power, you successfully untangled the earphones.

out of a sudden, yujin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. you turned to look at him and his flushed face. you weren't very close, but it's nice to know he isn't just shy smiles and awkward laughs.

connecting the earphones to your phone, you open spotify and tapped on your most used playlist. on shuffle, you heard one of your favorite love songs.

"oh! yujin!" you called his name, his eyes automatically locking themselves onto you like he has so many times. he always looks at you with so much intent, it was honestly really cute.

"wanna share? one of my favorite songs' playing." you extended your arm to give him one of the earphones, him politely accepting.

he looked at the title, "1999" by beabadoobee. he mentally noted that it's one of your favorites and to listen to it again, of course.

"hold me close and say you care, cause i'm in love with your black hair~" you sang absentmindedly. little did you know, the boy next to you was stunned. he didn't know if it was because of your singing, or the fact that you changed the lyrics.

why did she say black hair? the song clearly said brown hair. he was confused. was it really for him?

the song continues playing as yujin's emotions only grew stronger. somehow, he felt like he was feeling everything all at once. he couldn't explain it, it was too complex.

nearing the end of the song, you hummed the lyrics joyfully. his eyes still boring into you, just as it was so many times before.

you turned to face him, "the lyrics are really pretty, right?" he stared right back into your eyes, a new feeling erupting in him and seeping into the way he stared at you.

"yeah, they're really pretty."

[mooodyblue]

elvis tag game by @headfullofpresley 💗

this is gonna be so loong i apologize in advance 😭😭 i have a lot of thoughts and opinions

tagging: @lllsaslll @elvisfatass @prayerstopresley @kiankiwi-blog and whoever wants to do this 😅

questions under the cut bc i rly listed a good chunk of his discography lol

When was the first time you heard of Elvis?

i'm sure my parents have played something of his growing up, i was more into mj than anything else. i wish i could remember like....the first real time i was ever really introduced to him. he's been referenced in so many of my interests that im sure there was i time i was like 10 and being like "oh that's an elvis reference" lol

what's your favorite era?

70s!!!! big daddy era as y'all call it 😅

favorite song(s) from the 50s?

trying to get to you, i'm counting on you, love me, don't be cruel, lawdy miss clawdy, as long as i have you, trouble, crawfish, i want you i need you i love you, one sided love affair, loving you, young and beautiful ...... i should probably stop before i list them all

favorite song(s) from the 60s

fever, such a night, im coming home, pocketful of rainbows, edge of reality, almost in love, can't help falling in love, the walls have ears, do not disturb, cotton candy land, it's now or never, rubberneckin', summer kisses winter tears, crying in the chapel, suspicious minds....literally everything on from elvis in memphis. god i want to list more but i need to STOP!!

favorite song(s) from the 70s

runaway, polk salad annie, you've lost that loving feeling, moody blue(duh), rags to riches, funny how time slips away, american trilogy!!!!!!!!!, hurt, make the world go away, the wonder of you

all time favorite songs that you can't skip?

suspicious minds, an american trilogy, pocketful of rainbows, i'm coming home, rubberneckin', honestly there's so many. i feel bad if i skip sometimes LOL

least favorite song?

im so sorry but tutti frutti💔

favorite gospel song(s)?

i still need to dive more into his gospel music, but i really love crying in the chapel and you never walk alone.

favorite country song(s)?

funny how time slips away, kentucky rain, always on my mind, make the world go away

favorite non english song?

wooden heart <3

a song(s) that make you feel nostalgic?

can't help falling in love 💗

a song(s) that makes you cry?

unchained melody!!!!! lord i can barely listen to it 😭

a song(s) that make you wanna dance?

rubberneckin', im coming home, got a lot o' livin to do, polk salad annie, suspicious minds

favorite song elvis as covered?

any day now and yesterday

what's a modern song you wish you could hear elvis cover?

i think he'd eat up two ghosts or ever since new york by harry styles tbh.

do you prefer vinyl or cd?

vinyl!!! i actually don't own a single elvis cd, just vinyls(cassettes too!)

favorite album?

self titled and from elvis in memphis <3

favorite movie soundtrack?

king creole for SURE

favorite live performance?

the laughing version of are you lonesome tonight 😅 also welcome to my world from aloha from hawaii !!!

a live performance you wish you were present at?

aloha from hawaii 100% but also literally any of his vegas shows in '69 because that entire live album had me laughing my ass off LMAO

favorite jumpsuits?

THIS ONE.

favorite movie(s)?

king creole, loving you, live a little love a little, follow that dream and girl happy(mostly because elvis in a dress)

least favorite movie(s)?

stay away joe, kissin' cousins, and double trouble.

favorite costar?

michele carey <3 i luv bernice

favorite documentary?

that's the way it is

favorite interview?

i didn't even have to THINK about this one. i know this is a press conference but idk. same thing? anyway, june 9th 1972 new york hilton elvis i want you so bad !!!!!! it's iconic and i just love how he is with everyone 😭

favorite car?

idk after i first watched elvis (2022) i wanted a pink cadillac so LOL

do you collect merch? if so, what's the one thing you hold most dear to your heart?

i do!! i have his vinyls mostly. but my tcb necklace is my lucky charm at this point, i just wish i had gotten it in silver instead of gold 😅

do you think you'll be a fan of elvis for the rest of your life?

absolutely. ive had a lot of interests and have lost interest in a lot of things but this is so much more different. he truly is everything to me and i've never felt so connected with someone in my whole life. i really do adore him.

[oh-three]

Tag people you want to get to know better!

Thanks for the tag @stardustbee​

I am tagging: @everettkross​ @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius​ @inquisitorius-sin-bin​

Favorite Color:  Red, forest green, orange

Currently Reading: The Ballad Of Songbirds & Snakes (omg I finally answered this with an actual book)

Last Movie (in theaters): Scream VI, March 11th. Got a poster on my wall, and two sitting in my closet.

Last Series: The Mandalorian S3

Last Song: This has been on repeat for a few days

Craving: To get rid of my cavity problem once and for all so I can eat the Easter candy I bought for myself and have been advised not to eat.

Tea or Coffee: Iced tea. In my defense, I don't like coffee.

Currently Working On: Main project is the Cobb Vanth exile one-shot (??), currently titled On This Lonely Road, Trying To Make It Home (from the song Long Hard Times To Come by Gangstagrass and T.o.n.e-z. Aka the song that plays for the Justified intro titles).

[kira-moonrabbit]

i must further rep rhythm game fans as i recognize all of the songs the other rhythm game guy sent :)

siqlo - SATELLITE : this one isn't from a rhythm game but it Did win a contest held by the label hardcore tano*c, who notably do a lot of music for rhythm games! as you'll see below. lmao

aran - E=mc2 : also not for a rhythm game, but aran's done a lot of work for them! this one's just been hardcore stuck in my head. did you know tano*c does original album series...es? this one's from hardcore syndrome 17!

DJ Noriken - Meta-Mysteria : fun fact, hardcore tano*c sponsored the creation of a rhythm game themselves called wacca! this is one of the originals for it, which also got into the arcaea wacca collab pt2 originally just for switch! no real notes other than this song makes me insane

C-Show - My My My : this one was made for maimai! it's fairly different from c-show's usual work imo, but it's fun :) and i like the title being a joke on maimai with an extra syllable

t+pazolite - Oshama Scramble! : another maimai original, one you'll see pretty much everywhere! has an absolutely infectious energy to it

TAK x Zekk - MIRINAE (Original Mix) : my dedicated arcaea shill. this one's an original made for the latest arcaea sound collection album! just a fun time and a fun listen all around :)

lapix - Flying Castle (Extended Mix) : konami may suck but you have to admit their sound library is insane. this one i can give you an actual genre for too; colorcore! i love color- subgenres, they have a particular sound that scratches my brain

Toby Fox & かめりあ - Summerblue : i'm legally required to show the funny twinbee reference to everyone. i just think it's cool toby got to do an original with camellia for bemani :) about exactly what you'd expect from toby & camellia collabs, of which they've done a few!

thus ends my autism hour. :)

i meant to get to this like, 3 days ago, but my computer chose the wrong moment to decide its tummy hurts, and then there was The Woozy Hour. But now... now should be an epic time... and this time you'll be hearing first impressions rather than after-the-fact recollections!

...eh, ignore the fact this ask is way more than 3 days old. I shall slash the dash and get a-crackin!

SATELLITE - I started trying to listen to this one, and then i realized, "oh, I still have windows music player and windows explorer open. i should close those." Then my computer threw up from me trying to close them. ...Proper opinions now... unfortunately i cant come up with anything super thrilling to say about this one aside from "is good." And good instrumence... all in all, if i had to give it a real rating, it's probably a 7/10, if that even means anything. Which in my personal scale is real good!!!

E=mc2 - Album serieses!!! I've never heard of tano*c before so why oh why would I know such things! But I love trivias! There's like... sort of radio-scratchy vocals that kick in a little bit into this one that i think is one of my favorite things that people can add to music. sprinkle some radio chatter in there. Takes a song from D rank to A rank, to use an esoteric scale. Why do I keep scaling things?! Oh bother!

COMPLETE aside. Im eating sour candy right now. Its very sour. I think it fits this type of music though. I needed something to eat, and if refrigerated candy that hasnt been covered what we got, it's what we eat. I'm not one of those people who can taste music, but the stuff i've been hearing in my inbox thus far has been sour candy coded.

Meta-Mysteria - This song literally punched me in the face. It very much earns its title of being meta and mysteria. Songs that fill me with whimsy and nostalgia... I used to listen to music like this a bunch in my youth, before i decided that... hm... how do i put this... well, before i decided that i didnt like music like it. Tastes come and go like tides... Now I've got a soft spot for this-core music again, even if I like ambiance and whatever the hell you call Present World Overhaul more. Ah, if a song makes me tangent, you know its good.

My My My - I'm willing to admit I don't like this one as much as the other stuff I've seen thus far. It does have the bones of a song that I really would like though!!! "What do you mean bones?" I don't know how to explain it. I'm better with explaining why I like songs I like...

Oshama Scramble! - Ohhh, you introduced me to something famous, I can tell... It definitely is VERY infectuously happy. I too have been drinking a bunch of milk lately, though for very different reasons (all the soda's been making my health act up but i still want something tasty to drink :[ ) This is one I'll have to come back to later to study it like a bug....

MIRINAE - Hey. I know a Mirinae... shes the one who does augury kick strength stacking... This one's got me closing my eyes and paying attention... I am now nodding in a sagely manner. The Arcaea Shill has passed the vibe check. hell yeah boss!!!!

Flying Castle - They most certainly didn't lie. The castle flies. The castle flies!!! My ass loves pianos... Theres piano in this one! Too, too easy to please... Well, a piano does not a song make, but yknow.

Summerblue - I know Twinbee. Vaguely. There's a Kirby character who gets remodelled constantly because of Twinbee. This one's another one that gets a smile and a nod. Quite the fun one, this. This is very close to one of my very favorite vibes. Stuff that causes one to feel endless joy and whimsy!!!! Joy! Whimsy! Hell yeah!!!!!

...Am I allowed to go on my own little autism attack moment? Because I saw "camellia" and I remembered, "oh hey, she did some stuff for Yume 2kki, right?" And then I checked the wiki, and it's true! As far as similarities go, nothing close to anything i've seen in this little list, but any time I get to talk about 2kki is a good time, and it's probably kinda obscure. So in exchange for this lovely list I'll give you a list of Stuff Camellia Has Done For Yume 2kki.

2_38 / Lorn Tower - I love this one! Mysteries... It fills the heart with mysteries. And it sounds kinda underwater, but not like, muffled, but just underwater in general.

2_40 / Power Plant - What if you were stuck in a tube? And people looked at you? Now imagine it funky. Presto!

2_13 / Fairy Tale Woods - It's an eerie drone but with a very, very, very slow beat. But I love eerie drone type beats!!!!!!!

2_16 / Techno Condominium - It's... another eerie drone, but without any frills. Eerie drone enjoyers... ASSEMBLE... ...This one plays in a lot of different places in different speeds, but I'm picking places that I like.

6_3 / Pink Honeycomb - Imagine if a Sylveon was scary. Now imagine music to go with it. Presto! Again!

cave_2 / Realistic Beach Glowing Cave - Nuts! It's nuts! This theme has no right going this hard for the area its in! But I'm so glad it does. There's also enter_2 , which is the same without the crazy beats. Couldn't find it with a good quality on youtube, but the wiki has it.

Phew! There's some cool things for YOU to listen to, too! (I would have included a bonus round of non-camellia 2kki tracks i like but that would be a little too off topic.)

Now I'm gonna go lie down!!! There's a lot to consider.

[chorusfm]

Liner Notes (March 10th, 2024)

This week’s newsletter has some thoughts on the new Bleachers album and more of the regular newsletter things I always write about. This week’s supporter Q&A post can be found here. If you’d like this newsletter delivered to your inbox each week (it’s free and available to everyone), you can sign up here. A Few Things * My apologies, but I only noticed I referred to Daisy Grenade as Daisy Chain in last week’s emailed version of this newsletter. That’s one downside of email vs blogs – editing after they hit the inbox doesn’t work. I must have had the Slowly Slowly song on my mind. Anyway, the band is Daisy Grenade that is opening for Fall Out Boy/Jimmy Eat World; sorry about that. * I found this article about why product recommendations online are basically the same SEO spam garbage to track with my experience. Not to go full “grown man yells at clouds,” but, damn, do I miss websites that feel like websites. Now it’s social media or content spam, and very little in between. Seeing Kottke.org launch a redesign last week was a friendly reminder that there’s still an audience for these kinds of blogs. * I’ve sung the praises RayCast before, but this article this week about how you can combine it with other apps to let you do some quite powerful things on your Mac was the inspiration for me to spend some of my weekend tweaking a few scripts and little niceties. I finally moved all of my snippets into it and away from TextExpander. TextExpander has been one of my most used apps for over a decade, but the quality of the app has gone downhill over the past few years. I’ve found it flakey, and the app no longer feels Mac-like. I can replicate every snippet with RayCast and Keyboard Maestro, and this was a good time to audit everything and clear it all out. RayCast’s built-in system is quite good, and there were only a few I couldn’t duplicate exactly. For example, I have multiple expanders for things with ordinal numbers (like the title of this very newsletter). These were relatively easy to re-do in Keyboard Maestro. In Case You Missed It * Motion City Soundtrack Announce More Tour Dates * Ben Folds Announces New Tour * Saosin Working on Album With Cove * I Am the Avalanche Announce Tour * Stars Announce ‘Set Yourself on Fire’ Tour * Paramore Announces Record Store Day Release * NOFX – “I’m a Rat” Video * Albums in Stores – Mar 8th, 2024 Music Thoughts * One of the more significant releases this week is the new one from Bleachers. My first listen was after coming home from the gym; it was late at night, and the weather was dreary and rainy. I was doing a few “wind down the evening” things, making coffee for the next morning, tidying up around the house, and had this on in the background. It was a perfect introduction to this album. Now, four or five listens later, I … kinda think I love this? It’s a tactile album, one that has an immediate hook and stickiness to it, but it also has a depth that I think will reward multiple listens. It felt like the last album was Jack’s rebellion against people saying everything he touched sounded the same, and it was drenched in intentional auditory mud. This, in contrast, is arguably the best mix of modern production with a tangible authentic tone to the instruments I’ve heard in ages. Everything breaths and ebbs with a classic Jack Antonoff songwriting buzz, always right on the edge of energy, sitting tantalizingly between the best of indie and pop. Listening to something like “Me Before You” is aural candy. The album blends a little from tracks 8 through 10, but on the whole, this is a complete win for me. Also, this absolutely rules. * Cold Years released the new single “Choke” this week. It’s (probably, time will tell) my favorite song on the album. Basically, as perfect as a punk song in 2024 can be. This band continues to be the most underrated band in the world and I’ll keep screaming that to anyone who’ll listen. I’ve had a few weeks with the new album and am still formulating full… https://chorus.fm/news/liner-notes-march-10th-2024/

[wavernot4love]

hi hello there pinned post time (finally)!!!??

welcome!!!

basic about me stuff: you can call me nat, n, natalie, or any of my online monikers like wavernot4love (i do tend to refer to myself using the latter quite often ,,, as you will see), they he, 23, upstate ny. big scene guy first. i am generally traveling around the northeast 4 live music whenever i can, & i enjoy drawing stuff, writing, n live music photography and sometimes i post that stuff!!!

five songs i've been spinning lately (i'll keep this updated):

music i mostly post about: ls dunes, my chemical romance, fall out boy, ag's projects, twenty one pilots, idkhow, pierce the veil, thursday

band/artist i am currently spinning the most: idkhow

currently watching: prison break (s5), the umbrella academy (s4)

other favorite music i just don't post here as much:

sceney (in some way) bands - all time low (!!!), blink-182(!!), the maine(!!), bring me the horizon(!!), knuckle puck(!!), coheed and cambria, midtown(!), waterparks(!), grayscale, turnstile, movements, hail the sun, neck deep (!), paramore, origami angel (!), panic! at the disco(!!), sleeping with sirens, knocked loose (!), issues (!), death cab for cutie, the story so far, never shout never (!), i prevail, the starting line, real friends, jimmy eat world, incendiary, the summer set, a day to remember, city and colour, tigers jaw, the used, spiritbox, motion city soundtrack, tonight alive, drain, blessthefall, pup, mayday parade, dayseeker, andrew mcmahon's projects, green day, one step closer, taking back sunday

other music (mostly) apart from the "scene" - daryl hall & john oates (!!), the guess who, styx (!!), queen, matchbox twenty (!!), third eye blind, the killers, joywave (!)

some favorite albums/eps: dunes - past lives, mcr - revenge, danger days, fob - tttyg, cork tree, tøp - rab, vessel, trench, clancy, circa - blue sky noise, ptv - selfish machines, misadventures, atl - so wrong it's right, don't panic, idkhow - 1981 extended play, neck deep - lnotgy, panic! - fever, vices, issues - self titled, 5sos - sgfg, saosin - ttn, bmth - sempiternal, knuckle puck - copacetic, bearings - blue in the dark, waterparks - entertainment, the maine - american candy, knocked loose - atitfol, origami angel - somewhere city, turnstile - glow on

my favorite genres: post hardcore, pop punk, hardcore, metalcore, emo, that sort of indie folky emoey stuff you might associate with bright eyes or city and colour and the like, the occasional bit o' indie pop or 90s rock or classic rock

tv shows (including cartoons + anime) i love: the walking dead (!!), the umbrella academy (!!), supernatural (!!!), lost (!!!), bates motel (!), evil (!!), prison break (!!), breaking bad (!), better call saul (!!), the 100, the sinner, you, the tourist (!), glitch, dead to me, star trek, the twilight zone (!!), spongebob (!!), avatar the last airbender, gurren lagann (!!), cowboy bebop (!), sword art online (especially alicization) (!), death note, komi can't communicate, kotaro lives alone

other links of mine:

show vid/pic spammy instagram: natgoes2shows

tv time (an app, basically letterboxd, but with tv shows too, as wavernot4love is not quite a huge movie buff in the way they are for tv shows): wumbo815

concert archives (app where you can list all the shows you've been to, + it organizes the data in fun ways): wumbo815

interests (besides specific bands albums tv shows etc) i am always down 2 chat about: warped + general pop punk/post hardcore/hardcore/metalcore scene lore, far out/proggy/straight up strange post hardcore (!), music influenced by other subgenres (hardcore influenced pop punk etc), traveling 4 shows, mixed bill shows, scene fests, surfing & moshing, writing/talking music stuff, physical media like cds n magazines, photography stuff (specifically live music stuff), subways/light rail/kinda public transit in general, nature, big cities, traveling around the whole northeastish area, also southern ontario, long road trips, wide open/scenic/quiet places, silly comedies (special props if they are from the 80s/90s), 50s/60s thrillers & horror movies, kirby

random stuff i just find not chill & don't wanna see + stuff you won't see from me on here (idk dawg, felt relevant to add): going to shows & disregarding scene culture kinda stuff - basically being rude to the bands supporting, getting mad about moshing/surfing (unless someone's actually being a dick of course), etc, just being mean/cliquey, the whole twitter kinda mentality i guess of getting mad at/overanalyzing/ripping down folks over everything reactively w/o looking into a full situation/@ things rationally, sexualizing + shipping real people like bands (beyond their boundaries), overall just being weird about bands like they're ethereal beings instead of Some Guys (gender neutral), basically "celebrity" culture as that only really harms both bands and fans, that kinda stuff. also i feel like this isn't as big of a thing here as on bandtwt, but please no "brat queen!"ification of corrupt politicians with blood on their hands that belong in a cell for the rest of their life. truly don't have a less blunt way to say this one, i don't care if they make their pfp a rainbow flag in june or whatever else, these fucks ain't your friend (or anyone's besides whoever is lining their pockets today) and i don't wanna hear about how far up their ass you are lol

random extra wavernot4love lore: i grew up going 2 shows & fests like warped in the mid 2010s scene, starting when i was 13 (sup, monumentour darien). sws, ptv, mcr, fob, bmth, atl, & tøp were some of the first bands i ever really loved. i grew up on a LOT of 2010s pop punk, but over the past two years or so have been diving into the 2000s scene, especially in terms of post hardcore, much more than i had before!

i travel as much as i can for shows, oftentimes for the past couple years, solo (i've grown a lot more confident in that & would always rec it over missing out as long as you take precautions! feel free 2 ask for tips)!!! i also love making stuff like bracelets, keychains, stickers, & pins to give out/trade at shows!!

always trying to make the scene an even bigger part of my life, like through art/design + live music photography + music journalism stuff. also have always wanted 2 actually make and play music!!

always here to talk music, or be a friendly face if we're ever at the same show - just consider me a universal friend of the scene (that's certainly my experience at shows). always feel free 2 interact w my posts/become mutuals/reach out!! if i ever don't respond, it is hands down only because i didn't see it for a while and by the time i did felt too embarrassed/awkward to respond then fhdhgdgd

some tags i use: #dunesposting #fobposting #mcr posting #pilotsposting #idkhowposting #ptvposting #thursday posting #ls dunes you are so goddamn special to me (yes i sure do have two dunes tags) #post hardcore #wavernot4love talks ag tunes #wavernot4lovetalksmusic #wavernot4love gets to the gig #photo stuff #art stuff

last show:

11.16 - impending gloom tour (idkhow) rochester

upcoming shows:

11.26 - real friends/can't swim/carly cosgrove buffalo?

12.1 - pierce the veil syracuse

12.6 - anthony green rochester

either 12.20 or 12.21 - joywave "joy 2 the world" holiday show rochester?

some shows (basically, shows i've been 2 of bands' w/ big tumblr fanbases) we might've both been at (going WAY back):

2014: monumentour darien

2018: entertainment tour rochester

2019: night heat tour rochester, bandito tour buffalo + university park

2021: idkhow rochester, razzmatazzmatour buffalo

2022: thought reform tour syracuse, icy tour cleveland, swarm/return tour toronto1 + nj2, we're all doomed albany, dunes toronto

2023: adjacent fest, dunes toronto23, dunes millvale/pittsburgh, tourdust toronto + darien + camden, thursday syracuse '23, tjol tour reading

2024: war all the time buffalo, boom done buffalo, 2ourdust albany, gloomtown tour rochester + buffalo, thursday rochester, clancy tour cleveland, terrible influence tour toronto, impending gloom tour rochester

yippee!!!

[prettyboykatsuki]

eat your heart out | s. hitoshi

➳ tags ;; 18+ mdni, femdom, escort!shinso, sugar mommy / client reader, fem!reader, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, porn with plot, mutual masturbation, sub!shinso, kinda bratty shinso, reader is rich n powerful, facesitting, unprotected sex / creampies, shinso is a lil insecure, wine / alcohol (both parties r mostly sober), heavy praise kink lol, no titles, mouth-spitting (u spit wine into shinso mouf)

➳ wc ;; 10.2k (i’ve lost my mind ..)

➳ a/n ;; inspired by the song ‘the hills’ by the weeknd. sorry it’s a little late!

➳ plot ;; shinso hitoshi is an escort and you are his favorite client. the weird thing about it is that well.. you’ve never actually slept with him before. after spending a day with you and the influence of a little alcohol - he can’t help but wonder why.

The elevator plays a familiar tune

It’s always a Frank Sinatra song in this hotel, on the eastern end of Kyoto. It’s a big building, reaching the heavens despite it’s almost unholy architecture. All glass, bulletproof windows that surround the lowest floor like a skeleton, and floors of hotel rooms stacked on top of each other like Jenga. Despite the time - somewhere after midnight but a little ways before dawn, every single room is lit up with familiar yellow lights. The city never sleeps, he supposes.

It’s always busy, the luxury hotel boasts more than just rooms and suites but a casino in the basement and a buffet somewhere towards the back. With all of the work under his belt, he still feels like he has to catch his breath when he enters here. The receptionist's desk is made of a stained, glossy cherry wood and hosts a big chandelier over the top of it. There’s a petite woman working at the front desk - she looks unusually relaxed.

A lingering scent of dark liquor is always the most obvious thing, mixed in with expensive cologne and cheap perfume. He watches older men with women half their age seated in their lap. The women in these places are always beautiful, no matter how much they cut corners for their job. All types of bodies in all types of clothes with little underneath them. The only difference between an escort and a prostitute is the material of their outfit, really.

They have hungry gazes when he enters the foyer. Like animals maybe, raring to go at the sight of him. Dressed in an expensive dress-shirt, slacks, and a blazer hung lazily over his shoulder. He can understand the confusion.

He doesn’t have the heart to explain they’re of the same profession so he normally gives them a soft wave and a wink - whatever gets them to smile quicker. And after that they giggle and go back to entertaining whatever rich man has bought their attention for the night.

He thinks he’s been in this field for too long for this to make him sick but he can’t help but wince a little every time. His stomach churns with something wide and vague, something that leaves a bitter feeling in his mouth.

He drapes himself over the receptionist desk with a lazy grin.

“Hello, here for a room under the last name L/N?”

The woman at the desk has her eyes widen at the sight of him. He doesn’t consider himself all that interesting looking but he knows he’s handsome. She blushes as she types something into her computer swiftly.

“Name and ID?”

He slips his wallet out from his back pocket before reciting his name back to her. A few more brief moments of waiting and slips him a slim and all black keycard. She can’t bring her eyes to look at him again.

“Y-you’re on the 7th floor,”

He gives her a quick smile, patting the desk with his palms and snatching some candy out of the little bowl.

“Thank you,”

He turns on his heel, popping a mint into his mouth before throwing away the wrapper in an overly glamorous trash can near the elevator. He presses the little button and waits - pleased to see that no one else would be accompanying him.

He slips himself into the empty elevator and immediately presses the button for the 7th floor. It’s Frank Sinatra - specifically ‘I’ve Got A Crush On You’, playing at almost full volume. The melody is soft and light. He hums it under his breath as the doors start to close in front of him, getting a final glance at the foyer before they do.

This whole place is surrounded by mirrors, so he steps back and checks his appearance. He looks a little more disheveled than he really wants too, given he was just with another client. His beard is scratchy per the request of his last one and he really hasn’t gotten a lot of sleep. His body is physically spent and he’s worn out beyond belief from last night.

The money in his pocket prevents him from being upset but he wishes he could look a little better for you. The thought of it has him blushing, skin faintly pink as he pokes and prods at his appearance. Straightening his slacks, fixing his button down.

He knows it’s entirely unnecessary. Acting brand new with you really makes no sense at all. You’re his longest client, and his favorite one of all of his regulars. It’d probably be an understatement to call you special but he knows it’s true.

It’s silly to think about it too hard, but he can’t really control it. His stomach turns and flips but before it can too long - the elevators pry themselves open. He’s greeted by a seemingly never-ending hallway. The floor is draped in a lush carpet, velvety red and the walls have the most expensive and white-gold wall-papers. He’s been in this exact position a million times, it’s always the same room and the same place. The same hotel.

Everything about it is exceptionally familiar to him but the nervous feeling in his belly is unrelenting. Unforgiving, really. He steps out of the elevator and walks into the main hallway - looking both ways only to find it devoid of any life. The air is stale and ice cold in his lungs as he walks towards the door.

727 sits pretty on the front, plastered on a cream-colored piece of wood and hung up. He knocks on the dark grey door 3 times, and taps his foot anxiously. There’s some shuffling on the other side and when the door swings open.

He’s seen this, done this, experienced this a million times before. But no matter how many times he looks at you - he feels like the air is being knocked out of his lungs. With his breath snatched from right beyond his ribs, he gives a soft and wide-eyed stare.

You answer the door with a lazy smile - nude lipstick softly smeared and dark eye-shadow partly smudged. It’s how you do your makeup when you’re going to parties, he’s come to realize. You must’ve just gotten here, the way you’re still dressed in your clothes. It’s a pantsuit - all black with a low-dip on your chest. It reaches a bit past the floor so it bunches at your slippered feet. He stumbles back, his heart hammering upon laying lavender eyes on you.

“Hey, stranger,” ― you greet, hanging off the doorframe ― “Nice of you to finally make it,”

Shinso gives you a sheepish smile as you move out the way for him to enter, shutting the door softly behind him. He can feel your eyes on his figure as you lean on the wall and watch him slip off his dress shoes and put on slippers. You take pleasure in watching him and he knows that, can tell as much.

If he didn’t feel so nervous around you - he might’ve been smug about it.

“Sorry I’m late,” ― he replies, slipping his blazer onto a chair before turning to face you ― “Finding an Uber this late on a Thursday night was rough,”

You shake your head as if telling him not to worry about it. You lock the door behind you as you step to him. Shinso is taller than you by a few inches, enough that you have to reach your hand up. You cup his face with your palm and he relaxes into it without so much as a second though.

That funny feeling stirs inside of him again, chewing on his lower lip as you greet him with such affection.

“No worries, Shin,” ― your voice is remarkably low ― “Are you alright?”

He knows this isn’t really about his mental state as much as it’s literal. You always ask him that out of instinct. He thinks you have a sixth sense about when he’s been with a client or maybe the exhaustion is just that obvious. He isn’t sure he wants to find out which one it is. He blinks at you, skin pink, almost nuzzling into your hands. That hungry feeling returns with no subtly as he nods.

“She was gentle with me,” ― he tells you, unsure of how to be in front of you, like always ― “I’m fine,”

You pat his cheek before removing yourself from him. And the affection and warmth is gone too quickly for his liking - he’s hoping he’ll get lucky tonight and that you’ll ask him to come lay with you for a while.

“Have you eaten anything?”

As if on cue, his stomach rumbles faintly causing you to break out into giggles as he blushes even harder. Without missing a beat, you hand him a book for room service and sit next on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside you.

“Come here and tell me what you wanna eat, yeah?” ― you lean back, shaking out a crick in your neck ― “I’ll order it for you while you’re in the shower,”

He gives you a confused look but sits next to you anyways, flipping through the menu as he balances it on his leg and yours.

“I don’t have any clothes,”

You chuckle a little, patting his knees.

“I bought you some,”

A strange feeling settles inside of his heart upon your words. He squirms a little in his seat, scratching the back of his neck before clicking his teeth.

“Tsk, you didn’t have to -”

“Do that for you. Just tell me to bring clothes next time,” ― you finish for him, laughing lightly ― “Spare me the lecture, Shin - I’ve heard it a million times already,”

He glares at you playfully before sighing, dropping his head onto your shoulder. His head feels light, skin tingly.

“Whatever,” ― he huffs ― “..Thanks, though,”

This makes you laugh again and Shinso ignores the way his whole body reacts to the sound. The little pleasantry shouldn’t have this much of an effect on him. He hopes and prays you can’t hear the way his heart sounds.

“Yeah, yeah - you’re welcome. Now pick something out and go shower,”

You already know what he wants to eat but you watch with content as he goes through the menu anyways. It’s always the same - fried chicken and some form of potatoes and sometimes he’ll let him get dessert. Most of the time, you order it for him even though he never asks and it seems like today is one of those days.

He points out the same thing, like you had predicted before grabbing the bag of clothes and heading to the shower. You don’t look at him twice when he leaves, grabbing the remote and immediately getting comfortable in the wide, queen bed.

__

The bathroom is a nice reprieve to cool Shinso’s nerves.

It’s huge, this bathroom. Meant for a couple - given the way there’s a heart-shaped bathtub, rose-petals, and a large bottle of bubble-bath soap sitting on the counter, wrapped in ribbon. The ceilings are high and it’s well-lit like you could see every detail - but there’s a little knob to dim the lights too.

He stares at himself in the big, oval mirror. He can almost tell how flustered he is as he stares at himself for a long while. Silky purple locks now droop with the heaviness of the day, and his eyebags are worse than usual. It’d be polite to call him haggard and he finds himself embarrassed to look at his reflection.

Really, he just finds himself embarrassed to exist in your presence. For as long as this exchange has gone on, Shinso always ends up at his wits end. He checks his appearance with urgency and can’t help but zone out as he thinks about every single thing he’s done since he arrived with an ever increasing amount of scrutiny.

He decides promptly that these are thoughts that belong in the shower so he sighs and turns away from the mirror - stripping himself of his clothes. He unbuttons the white dress shirt and shrugs it off his shoulders, undoing his belt and ungracefully tugging his pants and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop. The sudden feeling of cold air all over his body makes him shiver.

He turns again to examine his figure. His body is muscular in its own right but he’s mostly lean muscle. His torso is thin and his stomach is flat but nothing about him is all that defined other than his upper arms. His forearms are thick and veiny.

His entire body could be described as an acquired taste he thinks. Even bare naked, he doesn’t think he’s all that bad to look at. He’s exceptionally well-kept thanks to his job - hair above his dick trimmed nicely. He’s clean everywhere. There’s nothing.. wrong with him physically he doesn’t think.

Shaking his head, he opens the glass shower door, turns the water as hot as it can go, and steps inside.

With a clean loofah hanging dry on the wall, he squirts some hotel shower gel into it and starts to scrub over every inch of skin. He showered before coming but he still feels grimy, so it’s a nice feeling. The hot water relaxes his muscles as he lets his thoughts drift again.

If he wasn’t entirely spent, he’d also probably have his dick in his hand. There’s a routine to all of this and that’s normally part of it but his body is at peak exhaustion right now. His eyes already feel heavy and he can only hope he doesn’t pass out in the shower.

Despite all that, his head is only filled with thoughts of you, the same thing he always thinks when he ends up here..

Why haven’t you had sex with him yet?

It’s funny, isn’t it?

For most escorts he knows, the part about having sex can be the worst part of the job. Even for high-end escorts like Hitoshi himself - ultimately your body is a product more than your work is a service. You’re being paid to be whatever your client wants and it changes all the time, varies from client to client.

He has it a little easier because he’s a male escort, and most of his regulars have been mostly women in their 40’s and 50’s with a lot of money who are looking for the ‘boyfriend’ experience. It’s really a stroke of luck, all things considered. All of the women in his field have to deal with old men who have a nasty reputation of being disgusting, no pun intended. Having heard even half of the things some of his friends have said about it - he knows it to be true too.

Some people don’t mind the sex part since they don’t really think that being an escort is more than that. A true professional knows that escorting is having to play a little bit of every role - the therapist, the partner, the temptress. High-end callboys and girls are responsible for being more than just a thing to fuck and take out their stress and the better you are at your job, the easier it is to find regulars.

Other people find it degrading but most people just consider it an often annoying part of the job. You are a fantasy on legs - and you get quite handsome tips for being filthier than you ever really plan on being at the start. The sex isn’t always to your liking. It’s too rough or too much and most of your clients aren’t exactly looking to be giving partners.

It’s easier than being on the street corner (safer, too) but he’d argue the mental strain is a lot more exhausting. He feels like he’s playing a role and it’s not one he always enjoys. A lot of his regulars are nice women- most of them lonely with husbands who rarely ever come home. Some of them are downright bad people.

But beggars can’t be choosers so Shinso does what he does best and slinks into whatever role they want him to play. Some nights he’s a mean and callous secret affair - he pulls hair and clashes teeth and lets them scratch his back up.

Other nights he’s a sweet and endearing lover, he holds them and whispers sweet nothings and listens to them complain about their problems like he cares.

Almost all of the time though, it ends in sex. It’s not particularly meaningful or particularly good sex. The whole act has essentially lost its meaning for him, especially in a casual way.

Sex is just sex. Part of the job. And he can have it with his eyes closed but it doesn’t really feel like anything. Mostly, he wants it to be over so he can go home and get some sleep. The whole field of work is exhausting on his spirit.

But it pays rent, and it’s food on the table - and he’s really not in any place to question it when it ends up being so important. He avoids thinking about it too hard when he can because there’s not really any reason to do so.

He finds it.. odd though. That despite knowing all of this, he gets this horrible discomfort at the fact you don’t seem to wanna sleep with him.

Shinso’s self-worth has never been all that high, but he can say with certainty he’s good at his job. He’s handsome enough to catch eyes everywhere he goes. He’s strong, always smells good, is witty and intelligent. Good in bed. He’s good on paper.

Maybe it’s because you knew him when he wasn’t any of those things. After all, you were his longest regular. He wasn’t as put-together about this whole ordeal, so nervous around everything that so much as breathed in his direction. He’d gone to a party that night to look for clients in the ballroom of a place just down the street from this very hotel.

You took him up on his services but didn’t sleep with him. You didn’t even kiss him or touch him. Instead, you sat in a hotel room together and drank the entire night. Shinso confessed to you his life story - why he’s here and how he’d never done this before. He expected you to take him on his offer and at least ask for some oral or something. But you didn’t. You simply shook your head at him and told him that wasn’t necessary.

Then you let him talk to you some more. You told him about yourself - you’re head of a big company and child of a powerful man. You have more money than you know what to do with so you came to this event. Apparently, you weren’t expecting much but you found him handsome and that’s why you’re here now.

He still remembers blushing at your words as you took another sip. The light flush in your skin as you giggled at his still shy demeanor.

You’re older than Shinso by three years. He was 22 and you were 25. It’s been three years since then and Shinso’s grown up a lot, he thinks. Maybe you won't sleep with him because you know all this is an act or maybe you never found him attractive to begin with.

He knows it shouldn’t matter. No matter what you do, you pay Shinso almost three times his rent every single time he’s with you. You do it once a month, just on time - and you never do anything more than talk. If you’re tipsy enough or tired enough, you’ll let him lay on your chest as you vent but never anything farther than that. Not once have you crossed the boundary with him of intimacy like that.

You’re just a client and this is just a simple relationship, an exchange of words for money. He knows that better than anyone.

But he can’t help but feel.. shitty about it . He can’t help but wonder what's wrong with him if you don’t want him in a physical way. Maybe it’s because you know about all his baggage so intimately you can’t bring yourself to sleep with him out of pity.

He knows it shouldn’t matter but it does. It matters so much to him he hardly knows what to do with himself over the fact you won’t sleep with him and you’ve never even shown any interest.

Romantic relationships in this field are something of a complete anomaly. It might work if you're dating your pimp or madam, maybe if you’re both escorts even - but with the way things tended to be, it was hard. Shinso had 0 expectations of a love life for however long he was at this job.

But if there are words to describe this never ending longing better than “love”, he’d be hard-pressed to find it.

It’s really a whole pain in this ass to admit it to even himself, in his head. Romantic feelings? For a client? He’s out of his damn mind.

But you treat him so.. kindly. So differently from everyone else. You always call him ‘Shin’ with a honeyed tone, and you let him sleep when he comes over if he’s too tired. You feed him and buy him clothes and play with his hair sometimes. You talk to him like he’s a person and maybe he’s just… unused to tenderness.

But even if that is the case, it’s been years and you have an iron-tight grip on his heart.

And from how things have been going and how he continues to feel - it doesn’t seem like you have any plans of letting go anytime soon.

__

When Shinso exits the bathroom, he finds you lying on your back watching some reruns of Love Island playing on the TV. You’ve undressed and wiped off your makeup - now in pajamas and settled in the sheets. When you notice him, you eagerly shift to the other side and pat it for him to lay down which he does without a second thought. You’ve got a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting - unusual since you rarely drink with him.

He plops himself down besides you, turning to face you as you do the same.

“Is there a special date I’ve missed or something? What’s all this for?”

He gestures his head to the wine on the other side. You give him a soft shrug.

“Ah, sorta. Not sure if you wanna hear about it though,” ― you look at him sheepishly, yawning ― “Nothing very interesting to you,”

He wants to say everything about you is interesting to him but that’s entirely too corny. So he flicks you softly, shaking his head.

“Shut up and tell me,” but there’s no bite to it. You turn to lay on your back, laying to look at the ceiling. You lightly trace the patterns with your fingers, shutting your eyes.

“Did I.. ever mention I was engaged?”

His heart falls into his stomach, blinking rapidly before staring at you. He lays on his back now too, voice gone quiet. Unsure of how to respond, he stops. He can feel his heart clench, forcing a reply.

“Uh.. no, I don’t think so,”

You chuckle a little.

“He uh.. we weren’t serious,” ― you explain clumsily, lips pressed into a thin line like it stresses you out to think of the details ― “He really liked me and our marriage was mostly PR but I was lonely. I thought I might grow to like him,”

The flickering ember of hope in his heart is enough to push him, aching to know more.

“Did you?”

You shake your head and laugh, letting your neck crane over to look at him.

“I didn’t. Something came up and suddenly, I had different priorities,”

He just barely masks the relief in his expression, coughing lightly and trying to distract from his reaction.

“Well then uh, what’s wrong?”

You turn over to face him with not much to say. You reach over and tuck some loose hair behind his ear before retracting your hand. The small bit of affection is enough to send him reeling.

“Not wrong really. He got re-engaged today and it feels weird since I haven’t really made much progress in my life,”

He rolls his eyes at you.

“Oh yeah, opening your own company is pretty boring,”

You frown at him before sighing, scratching your scalp.

“I guess so but uh.. it’s not what I want, really”

He seems confused by your reply. You wonder if he knows just how dense he really is at times, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What do you want then?”

You giggle a little and shake your head.

“Something I can’t really have,” you say with a shrug.

He gasps aloud sarcastically.

“There’s something like that out there? Seriously?”

He’s expecting a typically witty response like the ones he normally gets from you. A rolling of eyes and a gentle shove as you tell him to pipe down or something along those lines. What he isn’t expecting is the way your eyes go lidded, smile curved up - blinking endlessly. The mellowness in your gaze as you nod.

“The funny thing is, it's so close to me sometimes. Almost like.. I could have it if I just... reached for it,”

Your sincerity strikes a chord in him, and he finds himself responding again without thinking twice..

“What’s stopping you?”

You give him a shrug.

“It’s not really my place to reach for it, I guess,” ― you explain, half-heartedly, just tired from thinking of it ― “It’s whatever, really,”

He can tell you want to stop talking about it but he can’t help but be curious. Still, he swallows whatever questions he has and lets you lay like that for a while. Observing you comes naturally to him these days, silently but probably not all that subtle.

A silence stretches between the two of you like how a cat moves in the summer sun. A comfortable exhaustion, where neither of you can find it in yourselves to move from your spot. It's unlikely you'll drink tonight. You yawn a little, heavy eyelids as you look at him.

“Hey, Shin,”

He hums, tiredly.

“Do you wanna spend tomorrow with me, too?”

He isn’t really sure if he heard you correctly until he opens his eyes to your expression. You’ve caught your lower lip between your teeth, nervously waiting for his reply. Shinso’s eyes widen as he stares at you, completely dumbfounded.

“A-are you sure? Aren’t you normally uh.. pretty busy during the weekdays?”

“Yeah but I took some time off since everythings been going well. It’s been a while since I’ve taken a break,” you explain

“And you wanna spend that time off with me…? I heard that correctly?”

You laugh at it though you know his question is genuine. You nod.

“You did, actually. It’s okay if you’re busy - I just thought it might be a good change of pace and I’ll still pay you. I need to go run some errands but we could make a day of it,” ― your give him a soft smile ― “No pressure,”

He blinks at you, dumbfounded.

“No I.. that would be cool. I’d like that,” he chokes out, heart stuttering.

You smile at him.

“Good,” ― you lean over, pressing a kiss to his temple before getting up to dim the lights ― “You look exhausted so get some sleep in,”

“R-right,”

He feels your weight as you slip into bed again, still facing him but closing your eyes.

“Night, Shinso”

“..Night,”

__

How did things end up like this?

With a hand on his thigh, and the spike of warmth in his chest - that’s all he can think to ask himself.

After last night, he’d woken up to find an empty bed and a paper-note crinkled up on the bedside table. It told him to get dressed and whenever you came back - the two of you would go out. You had a list of errands you needed to run and all Shinso had to do was go with you.

And he was ready to do that - he showered, got dressed, and when you arrived, accompanied you all day to do whatever tasks you needed.

Your first stop was the bank to deposit a check and take out a hefty sum of cash - half of which you handed to Shinso with a not so subtle wink.

After that - you went to your office to drop off some paperwork, with Shinso in tow and then to the Shopping Centre where you bought him an excessive amount of clothes and a brand-new watch he absolutely didn’t need. You even made him give you a little show, telling him to come out of the dressing room so he could see him in each outfit.

If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, you’d paid for both of his meals after having breakfast. You’d spent the whole day together and you’d essentially sugared him the whole time.

It wasn’t like Shinso minded . But as a pining escort, having your attention like this all day was doing terrible things to his heart. The never-ending yearning only seemed to swell up further and every gentle touch - a hand on his knee or you holding his arm, only served to make it worse.

He was torn between wanting the day to end and never wanting it too but he knew it’d be terrible for him if it continued on.

You asked him if he’d like to drink with you tonight since you couldn't last night and Shinso had said yes like the love-sick fuck he is. So you get back to the hotel room, order an expensive few bottles of wine, and pour him a few drinks. He could sleep the night and leave the next morning with cash in hand and all new items and that would be that.

Shinso knows you rarely drink and given the fact you’re choosing to spend so much time with him, he’s certain you’re going through something. And he’s fine with accompanying you through it, comfortable giving you whatever you need.

But it’s oh-so bad for his heart. It’s bad to watch you drink and see your cheeks get flushed and glow in the dim lights. It’s bad to feel your hand creep-up on his thigh as the drinks loosen you and you get comfortable.

And it’s hard for him to shut himself up when he wants you so badly anyways. When you’re so close but so far all at once and he’s losing track of his sense of dignity or pride as you drink another sip, and rub your thumb into the meat of his thigh and he’s looking at you with so much longing .

You take a sip from your glass, stem between your fingers when your voice startles him out of his trance.

“You’ve been staring at me for a while now, y’know,” ― you tell him, tapping his leg ― “If you have something you wanna say, just say it. No judgement,”

He gives you a strained look. Chewing the inside of his lip, he leans forward with his elbows on the table, cautiously moving so nothing spills. His eyes focus on the cork, fiddling with it to calm his nerves.

It goes dead silent, like everything in the entire world has stopped. Not a single car on the street or life of any kind. Just you and him, alone in this hotel room.

“Why haven’t you..” ― he trails off, wincing at his own vulgar words ― “Why won’t you.. sleep with me?

Upon hearing his question, you freeze. Worried he’s upset you, he immediately goes to correct himself. Tell you that you don’t have to answer, he’s just being stupid but instead of getting angry, you laugh.

It’s a chuckle at first but it tapers off into full-blown giggles and eventually you put the glass down just to laugh. He’s not sure if he should be offended or not by it so he sits and waits for you to catch your breath.

You lean back in your chair, hands splayed on the table as you observe all the rings on your fingers. Silver and diamonds, manicured nails and all. You tap them on the table, sighing before shrugging.

“Well, not like I have any reason not to tell you,” ― you say sighing ― “Try not to think too hard about it I guess,”

“What is it?”

“Ah well, there’s two reasons,”

He squints.

“..Okay? What are they?”

You smile at him, cracking your knuckles before resting them on the table again.

“Well, firstly - I like you” ― you say casually, all too easily for him to even process. His eyes widen the size of saucers, shock punching him in the gut ― “And I felt like sleeping with you like this.. under these circumstances would make me like the rest of your clientele so there’s that,’

What the fuck .

“Wh-whats the other reason?”

You smile.

“I’m into some pretty weird stuff,” you say with a shrug.

He stares at you.. hard and for a long time as you sit and sip wine casually. Like you didn’t just drop a complete bomb on him. Like you didn’t just casually confess your feelings for him like you were reciting the weather.

“The first reason again.. can you say it again..? Slower maybe?”

You turn to face him, cocking your head to one side.

“That I like you?”

“What the actual fuck ”

You frown.

“I told you you didn’t have to think about it too hard,”

“That is not the problem”

“Then what is..?”

“That I like you back! Obviously!” he snaps, frustrated. You stare at him wide-eyed before falling into giggles at his flustered and irritated expression. He gapes before shutting his mouth, dropping his head on the table with a groan.

“Shit, I wasn’t supposed to - fuck me ,”

You laugh again, patting his back sympathetically.

“Take your time,”

He rolls his eyes at you.

“Why am I just now learning this? Like..? Isn’t this something I should know? Since when and why?”

You laugh a little harder at his distress.

“Uh.. I don’t know? Since we first met?”

He stares at you.

“ That long? ”

You nod softly.

“Why didn’t you… why are we just finding this out?”

“Remember last night when I was talking about something being out of my reach,”

He gapes at you.

“.. You were talking about me?”

“Yeah… I might’ve just been some client to you. Your job is hard enough and I didn’t want me having feelings for you adding any pressure so I just left it alone,” ― you explain to him awkwardly ― “Too far out of my reach, you know,”

“Oh, what the fuck,”

It grows quiet for a while as Shinso sits in the strange reality that you.. like him . He tries his best to swallow the relieved lump in his throat, shaking his head of any second thoughts.

“Okay well...we don’t have time to unpack all of that right so I’m not going to,” ― he says decidedly ― “But that second part..I doubt it’s that bad. I’m an escort, I’m sure I can handle it,”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Hm.. you must really wanna sleep with me huh”

He flushes.

“Gimme a break here,”

You let out another soft laugh.

“Sorry sorry, it was like.. right there. It’s not that it’s weird uh.. maybe a little.. unconventional? Even for you,”

He shakes his head.

“Highly doubt it. I’ve done it all. If it’s anything like spanking, choking, biting, hair-pulling, bondage - the whole nine yards and then some,” he explains. You hum.

“Well.. I guess it technically counts as all of that,”

“See, I told you -”

“The thing is.. I don’t really want you to do all that to me,”

He stops dead in his tracks.

“...What?”

“I uh.. don’t really sub like that. Not often, anyways. I’m into what you said - spanking, choking, biting, hair-pulling, bondage - all of that and then some but like… not for me,”

He pauses. Why is his dick doing that?

“..Oh. I see,”

You wave him off a bit.

“We don’t have to do anything like that, if you don’t want to. But that’s why I was hesitating,”

“I never said..” ― he trails off, flushing ― “I’m fine with it. I trust you I just.. don’t have experience subbing, honestly,”

Your eyes widen as a familiar heat finds you. You stare at him, trying to mask your excitement.

“We really don’t have too,”

“I want to. I’ll tell you if I want to stop so,”

You give him a soft stare before chuckling. Rising to your feet, you give him your hand for him to grab. He stumbles to stand as you drag him to the bed where he finds himself seated on the edge.

You force him down, hands on his shoulders. Wordlessly, you draw your hands up his clothed chest, stopping at his face. He rests his cheek in your palm and lets you drag your thumb across his bottom lip. Everything shifts in less than a breath, in the blink of an eye and suddenly he’s looking at you more intensely than he ever has before. The reality of having sex with you, touching you - for the first time suffocates him

“Fuck,” he swears, under his breath.

“Open your mouth, Shinso,”

You leave him there for a moment, grabbing the bottle of wine and taking a swig. You slide your palms down to his neck, tilting his chin back.

He does, eyes absently tracing your face. He leans back onto his palms, mouth open. He can feel your fingers curling around the sides of his neck, pressing softly as you lean over him and spit the wine into his mouth. It’s warm from how you’ve kept it between your lips. He lets it spill, the rich liquid spilling from the corners of his lips down to his chest.

“Now swallow, yeah?”

He does, one large gulp that leaves him gasping for air with an ache between his legs he doesn’t know how to handle. His eyes flutter open and he looks at you as you pat his cheek.

“You listen well, yknow that?”

He gives you a hazy nod as you laugh, setting the bottle of wine aside again before returning to him.

“Do you know about the green light system?”

He nods. You smile.

“Can you repeat it to me?”

“Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop,” he recites back to you. You settle your hands around his throat, humming.

“Smart and handsome, huh?”

He laughs a little at that, dropping his head forward.

“You’re gonna kill me,”

Your grin widens.

“But you’ll have fun at least,”

He can’t disagree with that. His whole body feels like it’s lit up. Fiery heat lays claim to every inch of his body, years and years of desire welled up inside him. He feels like he’ll melt at any touch. Keening, he sighs under his breath.

“It’d be nice if we got to the fun part faster,”

You raise your eyebrows, grinning.

“Someone’s bratty,”

You think he’s gonna fold but he doesn’t. He looks up at you, arms wrapped around your waist. He tugs you towards him, face buried in your torso.

“You’ll have to fix that on your own,” ― he takes a deep inhale of your perfume. You smell like sunlight ― “I’ve waited for so long, you don’t even know,”

“Are you asking me to go easy on you?” you ask, partially genuine. He shakes his head, tilting his head up to look at you.

“The opposite, actually,”

You can’t help but laugh at him again, you run your fingers through his hair - tugging it back until he’s looking at you again. You lean down this time, getting in his face.

“You should learn to be more careful, Shinso,”

“Hitoshi,” he corrects, mouth slick with a sleazy smile. You tug at his hair harder and he lets out a moan.

“You should really learn to be more careful, Hitoshi,”

“ Fuck ,”

You release him from your grasp stepping back. He can feel his heart in his ears as you stares at you with a Cheshire cat grin.

“Strip,”

“Why should I?” he challenges.

You raise a brow at him and shrug. He watches as you step out of your own clothes, how your fingers undo your blouse buttons one by one. His mouth goes dry, licking his lips as he settles on his ass to watch you undress. He watches the loose fabric fall to the floor gracefully - eyes soaking up the sight of your chest.

A pretty lace bra barely holds them from sight, he can see every single detail. His cock twitches. You don’t stop there, looping your fingers into hooks of your pants and shrugging them off. Your body is perfect - so much better to look at than he could’ve ever imagined. Every curve or stretch mark or hair sits so pretty on your skin he can barely breathe.

He’s aching to jump across and touch you but after you undress, you deposit your clothes to the back of a chair across the bed before sitting down. With your legs spread - he gets an almost perfect view of your cunt behind thin and lace fabric.

“You wanna touch me, right?”

“Y-yeah,”

“Then get naked and sit on the bed,”

He swears he sees stars. The way your voice dips, gets heavy and powerful. He nods a little, stumbles when he stands.

“What’re you gonna do?”

You grin, leaning back in your chair. You hand one hand brushing against your chest. Slender fingers rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger as the other hand smooths down your navel to sit between your legs. He feels his knees buckle as you sigh, going beneath the snap of your waist band. You draw a ragged breath in as you play with yourself and Shinso watches you like he’s got hearts in his eyes.

“I’m gonna watch,” ― you pant ― “Give me a good show and I’ll reward you, Hitoshi,”

Shinso is decidedly out of his element here. He’s not accustomed to this treatment, all of this attention. It’s clear you’re asking him to present yourself to him - but Shinso’s never been the one doing this. He’s normally in your shoes.

But the way your eyes drink him in, lustful and wanting, makes him want to try. So he stands and he strips, both hands grabbing either side of his shirt and slowly peeling it off of his torso. When the cool air hits the bare skin - he shivers. He rubs the back of his neck and splays his hands across his body as reaches down to his pants. He watches you while you watch him, basking in this mutual voyeurism of the act.

He feels himself get impossibly hard underneath your eyes. He takes off his pants first, tight skinny jeans that drag off his thighs and steps out of them - leaving him to only his boxers. He hesitates, embarrassed to continue, but swallows his pride. When you stop ready to question him, he starts. Slender fingers dip into his waist-band and he wiggles his hips to take them off extra slow for you.

He’s a sight to see in your eyes - his body is pale and pretty, nipples flushed against strong chest and thick thighs. He’s toned and lean, body pure sinew - with dark purple carpet to match the drapes. His cock is pretty too, not big but curved left with the tip pink. It smacks against his stomach when he takes it off. Wet with precum that drools onto his skin.

You throw your head back when you see him naked.

“Fuck, you’re pretty Hitoshi,”

He blinks at you.

“Pretty?”

You nod, still touching your clit. Still staring at him like you’re going to eat him alive. A raspy moan leaves your lips.

“Wanna see you jerk off,” ― you manage to say through a series of moans ― “Bet you look so fucking good when you do it. Sit on the bed and show me,”

This is embarrassing . Shinso is humiliated, but more than anything he’s humiliated by the way he listens . He lets himself do it. He spits into his palm unceremoniously His hand wraps around his cock, fingers around the base when he gives it a long and slow stroke. He remembers the last time he got off but he’s sure it didn’t feel like this.

He can feel it in his whole body - the tenseness in his muscles and how his chest rises but never seems to fall completely. Short, ragged breaths leaving his lips. His throat stumbles on his breaths like he can barely get them to come out. It feels so good, he can feel it everywhere. Blood pulsating under his skin - it’s hot in his veins and he strokes himself off with enthusiasm. He’s never done this before but he understands why people do.

The feeling he gets watching you watch him sends chills up his spine. The desire that lingers, connects you two like a web. You want him just as badly as he wants you and there’s proof in the way your moans mix together. Soft pants with his slow groans.

He can feel himself get close - in his throat. He throws his head back when he moans.

“G-gonna cum if I don’t stop, hngh shit ,”

You laugh at him, instead of telling him to stop - you laugh.

“You’ll stop when I tell you to stop,”― you assert, spreading your legs even wider ― “Don’t you wanna cum inside me, baby? Think that would feel better, yeah?”

“F-fuck, yeah, god,” ― he bites the inside of his cheek, slowing down as he feels it. The soft strokes make him whine ― “Want to fuck you so bad,”

“Are you close?,”

“ Please,”

“How close?”

“S-so close, gonna cum soon if I don’t - haah , shit,” ― he takes a ragged breath, slowing as best he can “Don’t stop. If I don’t - ,”

You can feel how close he is. With a breathy laugh, you sit up.

“Stop, Hitoshi,”

He gasps, immediately removing his hands. Stumbling back onto the bed, he grips the sheets trying to catch his breath. The come down is miserable, you must know. You give him a soft look of sympathy as you approach him.

“You did good,” you praise, lifting your knee and placing it beside his thigh. “Bet you’re real sensitive right now, aren’t you ‘toshi?”

“Want a reward?”

He nods. You press your pointer and index finger to his lips and watch him open his mouth. His mouth is hot and your fingers rub against his wet tongue. He closes his lips on instinct, a deep groan leaving him when he realizes. what you’re doing.

“I was gonna tie you up, y’know? With a little tie but you behaved so well for me just now. You think you’ve earned a reward?”

He looks at you with misty eyes, cock pulsing with desire. You’ve broken him down thoroughly. The empty look in his eyes and the way he sucks on your fingers. He works his tongue on each ridge on your knuckle all the back to the tips.

“What is it you wanna do, Hitoshi?” ― you ask curiously ― “Do you know?”

You pull back, watching drool drip down the sides of his mouth and down his neck. He has his hands on either side of him, fists clench. Like he can’t decide what he wants to do more.

“Wanna feel you so fucking bad,” ― he says with finality, eyes pleading ― “Please let me feel you,”

“What do you wanna feel, baby? Just wanna feel me up or you wanna feel your cock inside me..?”

He shudders.

“All of you.. god - all of you,”

“That so… think you can behave for me then? Can you be a good boy so I can give you what you want”

He nods but you shake your head, holding his face in your hands.

“Good boys have good manners,” ― you inform, staring at his eyes with adoration ― “Tell me that you’ll be a good boy for me,”

He can feel his cock twitch almost like he’ll cum untouched. The way you hold his gaze doesn’t let him look at anything but you. All he can see or smell or think is you.

“I-I’ll be... a g..good boy for you,” ― he stutters, never having said something so.. submissive. It feels awkward but you smile, grow soft so he tries again, a little firmer ― “I’ll be a good boy for you..promise”

He probably doesn’t realize himself but he gets a soft look in his eyes when you compliment him. It would make sense for him to have a praise kink but you almost feel guilty exploiting it when he doesn’t even know.

“You’re such a good boy for me aren’t you, Hitoshi? Got such a handsome face,” you’re still looking straight at him. He squirms, body doing something unfamiliar.

“W-wait,” ― he squirms, backing up a little ― “Shit.. wait it’s..

Instead of pushing him, you pull back.

“Get up on the bed baby,”

And he does, scooting back towards the headboard with his back leaning into pillows. You crawl towards him, straddling him. Both of your knees are on either side of his thigh and your bodies are pressed so closely together.

Your hands rest at the base of his throat, before sliding around to his face. He can feel your core, wet and warm - hovering just above his naked torso. You lean forward, warm breath on his lips. You smell so good to him, breath sweet with alcohol. Everything about is so attractive and his heart is racing all over again.

It’s the first time he’s ever kissed you. He lets you take the lead on it. The way your bodies meld into each other and the gentle touch of your hands. Nothing can distract him from the kiss. Your lips are so soft. They taste sour and sweet and you kiss him feverish. Each time you pull back to kiss him again, you do it a little deeper and a little longer until it aches to stop.

You kiss him with tongue, and you lead. He follows. You let it drag across his lower lip, let your teeth tug and bite wherever you please. It sets off something feverish inside of him. Shinso moans as your clothed cunt drags onto his cock slowly, the light sensation making him shiver.

Heat splinters off inside of him, something slick dragging along his cock has him choking on his breath.

You let yourself pull away from his lips, moving to pepper kiss down his jaw all the way to pale neck. He can feel the sharpness of your teeth dig into the skin, mouth lapping over the marks before sucking them into bruises. A deep purple to match the rest of him - littered from his throat all the way down to his chest as you scoot down to get a taste of the rest of him.

“You’re so cute, Hitoshi” ― you greet, hands on his waist ― “Such a pretty boy,”

He whimpers when he hears your voice.

“Is there anything you want?”

“C-can I… I wanna uhm.. eat you out, maybe? If that’s alright”

You sit back up to look at him. He looks like it took everything out of him just to ask. You give him a quick kiss on the mouth before nodding.

“How do you want me?”

“Sitting on my face, please?”

“You even know to say please huh,” ― you chuckle, moving over so he can lay back. He follows with your instruction ― “You must really want it,”

“Y-Yeah, I do,”

“Then I’ll give it to you,”

Shinso lays flat on his back and watches you from the corner of his eyes as you slide off your panties. The only word his hazy mind can think of to describe you is pretty. Your pussy is pretty too - it’s slick and rests between your thighs, clenching around nothing. Shinso watches with great interest as you make your way over to him - with one knee on one side of his head. You spread yourself right over his face and he moans.

The heat of your cunt is a welcome invitation. He really can’t think of any way to describe it other than it smells like you, hot and heavy and thick in his lungs. He reaches his hands up and wraps around your thighs, dragging you closer to him. You're facing the wall - hand on the headboard to steady yourself. The other one threading through his locks.

“Go on baby,” ― you tease, settling some of your weight until your pussy is on his tongue ― “Enjoy yourself,”

He has a catty remark somewhere in him but right now he’s too desperate to care. Wet tongue drags between your folds, burying himself in your cunt as deep as he can. His nose bumps against your clit, resting against your mound as he laps at your clit with great effort. A full body shiver runs through you and above he hears the shuffle of fabric, the unclasping of your bra as it falls to the floor.

You lean back this time, hands splayed behind you. Shinso prepares himself for what's coming by digging his fingers into your thighs a little further. He moans into, mouth sucking and slurping at your pussy as you find your pace to grind against his mouth. All the blood is rushing to his cock as he feels you. The swollen bundle of nerves pulsates on his tongue as your hips rock into an easy back and forth. You grip at his hair, throwing your head back.

“Feels so fucking good, baby,” ― you moan, voice hoarse and heavy ― “Such a good boy letting me fuck your face like this, yeah?”

He groans against your cunt at the sound. It eggs him on, stretching his tongue out so you can get the most pleasure. His cock twitches haphazardly. He can feel every clench, every ridge in his mouth. You taste so fucking nice - arousal spilling down his cheeks and chin. He can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel you.

You can feel him too. The way the pleasure builds in a steady crescendo as you continue rocking yourself on his face. Your thighs clench, muscles trembling - a bead of sweat dripping down your forehead and cheek.

“Haah, shit - gonna make me cum, gonna cum all over your pretty face baby,”

He whines into you like he wants it. When you reach your peak you almost scream, mouth fallen open as your pussy spasms. All you can see is white - pulsing white heat and sinful pleasure that leaves your breathing ragged and body rigid. It feels like falling into water, floating in it - completely weightless

You fall forward as it hits you in waves. Shinso can feel the rush of your orgasm, cum coating his tongue. He swallows it down with enthusiasm as you continue to ride out your high.

When you’ve ridden out your high, you dismount yourself from him - sitting on his chest. His face is flushed, dusted a bright pink across his nose. Saliva and cum make his skin shine in the lowlights. You scoot back then lean forward to meet his mouth in a lazy kiss. He moans, soft and easy.

“You did such a good job making me cum, Hitoshi,” ― you’re quick to praise, pressing a kiss to his nose ― “Sit up for me,”

And he does, propped up on his elbows. With a heavy mind, he sits back up like how he’d been before and watches as you crawl into his lap. His cock fucking hurts, the lack of attention making it hard for him to think straight. You place a hand on his chest and lift your ass up.

“I don’t know how long I can last,” he admits. You laugh a little.

“Don’t worry about it and enjoy yourself. Do whatever feels right,”

Shinso nods as he watches you reach between the two of you, gripping his cock and guiding it to your entrance. He’s mesmerized by it, lidded gaze staring at with such focus. As soon as the tip stretches you out, he’s a goner. It’s soft and wet and hot. An all encompassing and slick heat, like silk around his cock. His whole body falls forward in a shudder, cock pulsing. He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your bare tits as you slide yourself down.

“O-ooh, fuck - please, please ”

“Feel good?,”

He’s too euphoric to get out a reply. Such great relief has him near tears, his body aching as he buries himself deep in your cunt. Even the slightest movement has him moaning, loud and shameless as the tip drags against your sensitive walls. The summery heat of your cunt has his voice trembling - his body shaking.

Taking the utmost mercy on him, you lift your hips until his cock almost slides out before slamming yourself back down. He cries out into your chest, as you ride him like your life depends on it. The constant motion - the slip of your pussy has him rutting his hips to fuck back into your rhythm.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,”

You feel encouraged to egg him on with some praise, an unexpected second wave of pleasure building in your abdomen. You feel his mouth catch on one of your tits as you ride him - laughing.

“Such a good boy for me, Hitoshi. Fuck me so well, making me feel so good. You can cum inside me for being so good, f-fill me up so nice, yeah?”

He grunts.

“Fuck, yeah ,”

He gives up on trying to do anything but chase his orgasm. With a heavy grunt, he fucks himself into with little effort on his part. You let him because he sounds so desperate . Heady moans and whimpers that taper off into swears. You can feel how bad he wants it. His cock stretches you nicely but it’s how deep you can feel it that leaves you exceptionally hazy. You let him fuck into you with a smile.

Your own orgasm hits you a second time and you gasp, then laugh a little at just how good he’s making you feel. You can’t help but think you should’ve done this forever ago as a lazy orgasm has you shiver, pussy gripping Shinso like you never want him to leave.

You take your face in his hand and watch him drool all over your palms. He really is beautiful. His lower lip tucked between teeth, voice brokenly moaning as he approaches his own orgasm.

“Gonna cum for me, handsome? Makin’ such a pretty face. Wanna feel your cum deep inside, okay? Can you do that?”

“Y-yeah, hnggh yeah - please, please”

“Cum for me, Hitoshi. Be a good boy and cum for me,”

With one last thrust, Shinso throws his head back and cums so hard he sees stars in his vision. He can hear your voice distantly as his body spasms and releases all that he’s been holding in for so long. A sob hiccups in his chest as he rides his high out, pouring thick and hot loads of cum inside of you with fervor. He’s beautiful for you, really.

“Good boy, Hitoshi,” you coo, soft as he cries into your chest “Such a good boy f’r me,”

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After a particularly long session of holding each other post orgasm, you’ve managed to drag Shinso into the bathroom. He’s exhausted and you’re not that surprised. Even resting in the warm, floral scented water - he’s not so much as spoken a word. He’s got his arms wrapped around you, face buried in your shoulders.

The ambience is nice. He finally got to use the couples bath items - candles lit with rose petals dancing in the hotel bathroom. It’s romantic, he has to admit. It makes Shinso think long and hard.

His voice is raspy after he speaks for the first time. It catches you by surprise but it’s soft and gentle.

“So.. you like me,” ― he starts, drawing his arms even tighter around your middle ― “...And I uh.. I like you back so. What does that…?,”

You chuckle at him, leaning your head back to look at him before smiling.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it too,” ― you say first, before flushing. It’s the first time in the evening you find yourself flustered ― “But I’d like to take care of you.. financially and otherwise,”

He blinks a little, blushing.

“W-would that.. like would that make me your.. uhm? Boyfriend or whatever,”

You register what he says before breaking out into another set of full-blown giggles. No matter how smart of how witty Shinso may be, he still manages to make your heart flutter with how cute he is. You nod.

“Yes, that would make you my boyfriend. And sugar baby, technically,” ― you explain to him, wrapping your hands around his. ― “We can work out the details in the morning,”

He’s quiet for a while before nuzzling into you closer.

“Cool,”

You raise an eyebrow, smiling.

“...Cool?”

He nods and smiles too. That's all he could ever ask to be.

“Cool,”

[rhionhattersgf]

What would the Voltage Inc characters do during Halloween?

(Plus Happy birthday Itsuki Matsuba)

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I hope you had a very nice Halloween! When I first woke up, I played some Voltage Inc stories and came up with some cute headcanons of what certain Voltage characters would do on Halloween!!!

(Note, not every Voltage character from the titles I do will be included!)

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Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Ota Kisaki and Mitsunari Baba:

They would definitely go out to party. No doubt about it. Ota would go full out with the costume, makeup and everything, and also do Baba's makeup for the occasion. They'd definitely be the life of the party.

I feel like at a certain point Ota would drink too much and Baba would have to help him get back to Tres Spades.

Soryu Oh:

Definitely not into Halloween as much, but would definitely read some scary books just to get in the spirit.

Mamoru Kishi or Shuichi Hishikura:

Definitely would say "Halloween is for children" then go home and watch a Halloween musical, and know all the words to sing along.

Rhion Hatter:

Definitely created a Halloween costume for the Mad Hatter for either one of the auctions or just himself.

Definitely took photos (sent some to Ota to ask about makeup tips).

Watched Wonderland Halloween edits on YouTube.

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Star Crossed Myth

Leon and Karno:

Karno would somehow convince Leon to go to a human Halloween outdoor festival.

Leon would say he didn't enjoy it (while walking around in merchandise from the event).

Karno would be struggling to keep up with Leon cause he'd be running around.

Ichthys:

Do I even need to say it? Halloween pranks.

Dui (+Shadow Dui) and Scorpio:

Stay inside and watch a "scary movie".

Bundled under covers together.

Dui would pretend to be scared so Scorpio can check up on him.

Shadow Dui would laugh at all the scares (cause they wouldn't find it scary).

Scorpio wouldn't pay attention to the movie (possibly fall asleep even though he's god).

Aigonorus:

Listens to Halloween ASMR while asleep.

Would probably dress up as an animal (but not participate in Halloween events).

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Kings Of Paradise

Shun Randoh:

Definitely has been creating a fun short film for Halloween (premieres during Halloween).

Watched Halloween films just for the fun of it.

Went to at least 1 Halloween party.

Kaisei Kuon:

Also made a Halloween short film (but his was scary).

Went full out in costume and somehow convinced Kiyohito to do his makeup.

"I feel like a kid again!"

Would go over to a friend's house just to pass out candy to kids.

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Irrestible Mistakes

Go Okubo:

Had a fun Halloween Concert with the Bales (and with a new song).

When he got home, listened to Halloween musicals while brainstorming song ideas.

(If he still worked at Storm Bar) he went to Storm Bar to work, he sang some of his original Halloween songs and brewed up original Halloween drinks.

Shunichiro Tachibana:

Held a small office party.

Mostly kept doing work, but gave coworkers a "Happy Halloween" if he saw them.

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Scandal in the Spotlight

Kota Igarashi:

Halloween video games with fans.

When he gets home it's Halloween video games by himself.

Does something similar to me, and comes up with ideas that his favorite video game characters would be doing on Halloween.

Nagito Aoshima:

Definitely going out and surprising fans a Halloween costume.

Dragging someone with him (probably Lori)

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10 Days with my Devil

Shiki Kurobane and Meguru Kamui:

Spent all day looking for limited edition collector prizes that were Halloween edition.

Probably made Meguru go along too.

Meguru made a great big Halloween dinner and decorated.

They probably watched a scary movie while eating (Meguru did not enjoy).

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Happy Birthday Itsuki Matsuba!

You were one of my first ever Voltage reads and you'll forever have a place in my heart. I wish Butler Until Midnight got more love so more people would talk about it and all the amazing guys in there, including you. Your snarky yet kind personality and charm are something more deserve to see.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Have a spooky day!

[bangtansocean]

Letters: Part 01.

Synopsis: Good things never last long, and unfortunately, his promises were a little too good to be true.

⏤𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: taehyung x reader // slight yoongi x reader

⏤ au: [Historical Fiction, soulmates au]

⏤𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: Heavy Angst, smut, fluff

⏤𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: mature content [18+]

⏤Word count: 3.1 K

Chapters: 01 l 02 l 03

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“With love, Taehyung.”

Fragile hands slowly fold the dainty piece of paper back into its envelope as you let out a disappointed sight. At least he is doing okay, you try to convince yourself. Deep inside, you were very happy for Taehyung. He was given the opportunity everyone dreams of, working for the royal family. Since you two were little, Taehyung would always talk about his dreams and go over all the plans he had for you both.

“...And when I’m older, I’m going to become friends with the royal family, the prince and I are going to be like brothers.” nine year-old Taehyung tells you with a smirk, squeezing your hand as you walk through the field of daisies on your way back home.

“They are going to give me a title, and some land! From there, I will be able to build us a house where we can move in together! But I have to ask your mom if we can get married first, of course.” He teasingly bumps his shoulder to yours as you giggle, being flustered by his words. “You look so beautiful when you get all shy and your cheeks get rosy.” He says sweetly, looking at your now red face that’s gazing at the ground you are walking on, too afraid to look into his eyes that seem to carry the entire universe.

Taehyung has been your friend ever since you have memory, and he has been your crush since then, too. You went to the same park and lived fairly close to each other. Your mothers were friends, and they would always take you to the market to buy candy and new books for Taehyung. He would always invite you over so he could read you his favorite books, and even taught you how to read and write; which is something you were very thankful for, since girls were not allowed to go to school in your area, and you eventually grew a big passion for reading thanks to him.

“You know, y/n.” little taehyung starts, letting your hand go to pick some flowers from the field, and giving them to you with a small grin but a very serious gaze. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life,” he says, now smiling, showing you a smile that had some teeth missing. “I want to take care of you, and make you happy. To be by your side in any shape or form,” you can feel the tears starting to build up in your eyes.

Taehyung and you were so young, yet you felt so much love and care for each other it was overwhelming at times. How could such small bodies carry so much emotion? How could you feel so in love at only eight years old? “ I-...I just want to make sure you always have a smile on your face. You look so pretty when you smile.” he continues as he reaches to dry the tear that has fallen from your glistening eyes. Rubbing his thumb delicately on your cheek, he wipes the tears off your face with a comforting smile. “You deserve to be happy, and cherished and taken care of... like a princess!” he exclaims with a lighter tone, making you smile while you rest your cheek on his hand.

“You told me I was already a princess.” you pout, making his heart skip a beat.

“And you are one” he says as he leans closer, leaving a tender kiss on your cheek. “You’re my princess.” he whispers close to your ear. He meets your eyes once again, sealing his confessions with one look, you know, he really means it. “But one day, I’ll make you a real princess, and I’ll be by your side when it happens, I promise.” He reaches out to hold your hand once again as you continue to walk back home, the comfortable silence filling the space between you two all the way to your doorstep.

“y/n, dinner’s ready!” the faint voice of your mother brought you back to reality. You took one last glance at the envelope before placing it inside the dark green box, next to his other twenty three letters he has written you since he left, five months ago.

You close your eyes for a second and shake your head trying to get out of your soppy thoughts and emotional state. You took a few deep breaths trying to calm yourself a little, knowing your mother will bombard you with a thousand questions about Taehyung, and the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of her.

Once you felt strong enough for what was coming, you left your room and walked the long hallway towards the kitchen. Your mother is humming a song while she serves the cold bean soup she made on two bowls, turning to you when she feels your presence in the room.

“How's Taehyung doing? Everything alright?” she asks, concerned look on her face.

“He’s alright, you know he always dreamed about working for the royal family, so he is doing really well, he even became close to the prince.” you tell your mother excited. Your mother smiles at the news, giving you a plate of soup and pointing towards the table, taking the other plate with her and sitting right across from you.

“Oh thank heavens!” your mother laughs. “I knew Taehyung was always destined to be someone big! Next thing we know, Prince Yoongi will grant him a lord title!” she laughs again, shaking her head in disbelief. “I always knew he was eager to be the best he could be, but I never thought he would make it so soon!” your mother is now blabbing about all the crazy plans Taehyung had shared with your mom throughout the years. You can’t really focus on what exactly she is saying, but you keep nodding at her while you eat your food. “...I can’t wait for you two to get married, you are going to give me the loveliest grandchildren any old woman could ask for!” you choked on your food as she looked at you with a hopeful gaze.

“Mom!” You cough trying to recover from her last comment.

“I’m just saying!  Taehyung is a very handsome guy, I’m surprised you guys haven’t tied the knot and sealed the deal yet, if you know what I mean.” She winks at you while she takes a spoonful of soup to her mouth that is now decorated with a perverted grin.

“Mother!” you gasp at her bold statement, dramatically dropping your spoon on your plate. Your cheeks turn a scarlet shade.

“I’m just joking!” she laughs. “I’m glad you guys are waiting until marriage, I think it's very honorable of both of you to do so.” she says on a higher pitch mocking you once again, but this time, instead of replying, you just nod. You feel your body heat up from the embarrassment as you slowly take the spoon to your mouth, humming as a response to her words without taking your eyes off your soup.

She knows you guys have had sex, or at least have taken things further than a few innocent kisses. Your mother is a very smart woman, and you, a terrible liar. There have been many times she heard Taehyung's laugh coming from inside your room at unholy hours, followed by you waking up the next morning with multiple ‘mosquito bites’ all over your neck and chest. She has always rooted for the two of you to end up together, and out of all the guys in town who have tried to court you, Taehyung is her favourite.

“Good thing you are going to be able to see him soon, don’t you think?” she asks you, looking at you with soft teary eyes. Is she going to cry? You try to analyze her words and the question takes you by surprise. What does she mean by soon? You frown in confusion.

“But he is not coming to town until next month…” you tell her quietly, moving your soup around the plate with the spoon, quickly losing your appetite. She would never joke about this kind of thing, would she?... No, she wouldn’t. Your mother was a crazy lady, but she would never play with your emotions like this.

She sees the distress in your face as you try to understand her last statement. Abruptly, she stands up from the table and slowly turns to grab the handful of letters that came in earlier today, Taehyung’s letter being one of the ones that arrived within that same batch. Your mother takes a golden envelope from the bunch and stretches her hand towards you.

“Taehyung’s letter is not the only thing that came in today for you.” she shakes the envelope in her hands, inviting you to take it.

Still confused, you take the envelope and slowly open the fine and expensive paper that was decorated with golden detailing on the corners, only to be found with a letter addressed to you.

“Dear Miss y/f/n”

It is with great honor that we contact you to inform you that we have received your application letter, and to congratulate you for being selected to work in the royal kitchen as our new maid and kitchen helper.

We hope to see you around the castle before the week is over, so you can start your training. We look forward to meeting you, and to have you in court to serve our beloved royal family.

Safe travels and see you soon,

The Royal Kitchen.

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“If you have any questions or need anything, come find me in my chambers, but only if it's before 2am, after that I can’t guarantee I’ll be of much help!” you both giggle. “Welcome to the team Miss y/n, I’m excited to have you around.” Seokjin exclaims as he finalises the kitchen tour.

“Thank you so much, Chef.” you bow as he turns around and walks towards the oven, where today’s bread is being baked for lunch.

“Oh darling, call me Seokjin.  We are basically bound together for the rest of our lives now, we better get comfortable with each other.” he winks at you and laughs when he sees you looking around the kitchen, not knowing what to do as you hesitate to offer your help. He can read right through you, so he decides to talk again.

“Hey, Jimin.” Seokjin calls the guy who had just finished stocking the bags of rice in the kitchen storage. He turns around with a smile, wiping his sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist.

“Yes, sir!” Jimin exclaims jokingly as he mimics a soldier's salute. Seokjin loud laugh blasts again through your ears. This man's laugh could kill a whole army by how powerful it is. Seokjin shakes his head at his best friend's antics, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Why don’t you show y/n around? maybe take her to a quick tour around the gardens before we have to go upstairs to serve the royal lunch, then we can show her around the castle together.” He shifts in his place, feeling a little anxious, hoping Jimin will show you around and help you get more familiar with the castle. Jimin 's eyes sparkle at Jin’s offer. He's excited with the idea of getting to know you more, and hopefully making a new friend in the castle, which makes him smile even wider.

“Would you like that?” Jimin turns to you with a smile plastered on his lips, waiting for your answer. You nod and smile back as Jimin shakes his fists excitedly like a little kid which makes you and Jin laugh. He is so adorable. “Well then, let’s not waste more time!” he walks towards you and interlocks your arms together once you are close enough. He guides your bodies towards the kitchen’s back entrance. “See you in a few hyung, bye!” he waves his arm without looking back at Seokjin, who is too concentrated on decorating dessert to notice you guys leave.

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“And this is where most of the soldiers practice combat, the little house to the right is where most of the weaponry is,” he points at the little white room that is protected by multiple security guards, a few servants walking in and out of the place. “That's basically all there is. There’s also the royal garden over there,” he points to the left where you can see a small path that leads to a golden gate that’s decorated by a few roses. “But we are not allowed to go in unless, ofcourse, we get invited by the royal family.” he shrugs his shoulders as you nod once again, trying to process all the information Jimin has given you the last 10 minutes you’ve been walking around the gardens.

The sudden sound of the rosy gate makes you both turn around again. Jimin's eyes grow bigger, and he immediately bows. He greets the people who are walking towards where you are standing, and it takes you too long to realise that the two tall handsome men are walking your way. He hits your elbow a few times trying to get you to react and bow too, but you are unable to move because of the hazel eyes that now look at you with a shocked expression, not believing the sight right in front of them.

“y/n?” Taehyung's voice comes out in a higher pitch, almost sounding like a squeal. He finds himself in an internal turmoil. He wants to throw himself at you and hold you in his arms, but he is too scared to even move, thinking you are a product of his imagination and you could disappear as soon as he tries to approach you. Why were you here?

“You must be new in the castle,” The voice next to Taehyung causes you to snap your head towards the other man, a very handsome and tall man that is smiling brightly at you. “I’m-...”

“Your majesty, please forgive her. She must be in disbelief to be in your presence.” Jimin blurs out rapidly, making the handsome man laugh as Jimin bows repeatedly, clearly scared that your ignorance could cost you both your lives.

“It’s okay Jimin, you don’t have to apologise for her.” He turns to you again as he smiles and bows to you. Both Taehyung and Jimin watch the scene unfold before then, not believing their eyes. Jimin shakes his head, unable to understand the situation, why is the prince bowing to you? “I’m Min Yoongi, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss y/n.”

You recognise the name, and you curse at yourself, your first day here and you already fucked up, great job y/n.

“Your majesty!" you exclaim, your voice coming out little louder than expected. "I apologise for my rudeness, it won’t happen again.” You bow, cursing at yourself in your head once again. You can’t bow forever, can you?  You sigh as you find the courage to stand straight to face him, you feel your face heating up, your cheeks now tinted red from the embarrassment. “It’s such an honour to meet you.” your voice comes out in a whisper.

Yoongi laughs once again. She’s cute, he thinks. “It’s an honour to meet you too y/n,” he repeats. “And call me Yoongi, please. Let’s be comfortable around each other from now on.” He winks at you as you feel your body heat rise once again. Is the prince flirting with you? Right in front of everyone? Jimin feels like he is about to faint. Has he missed some important information about you? Why did Taehyung know your name? and why is Yoongi being so casual with you?

“Thank you, your ma-... I mean, Yoongi.” you reply shyly with another bow.

While you and Yoongi were exchanging words, Jimin could decipher there was something wrong with Taehyung, his eyes watering from the second he saw you. Jimin doesn't understand what was going on, but it doesn't take a genius see Taehyung was trying really hard not to cry and had a million questions for you. He could figure out that maybe you guys knew each other, and by the way Tae was staring at you, he concluded you guys had unfinished business, and it was best to leave you guys alone to talk.

“Is everything alright Tae?” Yoongi asks, noticing his friend tense up at his words, still in disbelief that you were right in front of him. Overwhelmed by emotion, Taehyung shifts in his place uncomfortably letting out a loud sigh.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” he says quietly. The air starting to tense up, a very awkward silence washing over the four of you. Jimin clears his throat causing everyone to turn to him, he might as well save you from your misery.

“Your majesty," Jimin starts, "I was showing y/n the gardens since she is new here. We were just about to go back to the kitchen to serve the royal lunch, but I just remembered she hasn’t been able to see the lake.” He clears his throat again, looking nervous. “Maybe Taehyung could show her the area? I’d be honoured to escort you to the diner so we can begin to serve lunch for you, Your majesty.” Jimin ends his sentence with doubt, scared of what the prince could reply.

Yoongi notices the stares you and Taehyung exchange, understanding Jimin’s intentions right away. “Sure, Jimin... that sounds like a plan.” Yoongi smiles faintly at you. “I hope to see you around often, Miss y/n.” Yoongi reaches for your hand, kissing it before he turns towards the gates, inviting Jimin to walk with him towards the castle, leaving you and Taehyung alone.

As soon as the two guys were out of sight, you felt Taehyung's strong arms embracing your figure, squeezing you so tightly it was hard for you to breathe. He lets go of the hug, and holds you by your shoulders to be able to face you, his eyes showing a worried expression.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t you get my letter? I told you I was coming home to visit in a few weeks!” Taehyung whispers, holding your face between his shaking hands, meeting your gaze with teary eyes.

“The royal kitchen needed some extra hands, and they offered me the position.” you whisper back. He leans in, leaving a short but sweet kiss on your lips. You smile at him as he moves back. His face scans yours for a second, trying to understand the words that just came out of your mouth.

"Wait, so you work here now?" He asks as he reciprocates your smile. you try to nod, his hands making it hard to move your head, making you both giggle.

“Yeah, you don’t have to send me letters anymore, I’m here now.” He crashes his lips onto yours again, this time welcoming your kiss with passion and excitement.

Taehyung sighs between kisses. He imagined something bad had happened back home, and that your visit was intended so you could deliver the bad news. Thankfully, he was wrong. You had applied for a job in the castle to be able to be closer to him, and to make some money to support your mother back home.

“Okay,” he nods before kissing you again, “No more letters.” He promises against your lips as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He interlocks your hands together as he guides you towards the lake, stealing kisses along the way until you arrived at the beautiful lake that’s hidden behind the castle’s maze. You talk about everything and anything, too intoxicated in each other’s presence. Taehyung feels he is on cloud nine, still trying to process the fact that you are now working in the castle right next him.

But good things never last long and unfortunately, his promise was a little too good to be true.

[kyotakumrau]

2021.04.06 a talk event at Meguro Rock-May-Kan film screening at Namba Hatch with Kyo and Shinya - PART 2

Report by とあ on twitter (topics are not reported in order things happened, I followed the order they posted, 1st and 2nd session are mixed)

"What is Shinya's hair colour called? Is it okay to copy you [and dye my hair the same colour]?"

Shinya: Violet rose.

Fujieda: How about copying?

Shinya: It's fine.

Kyo: ... Violet rose?! It's called violet rose? (laughing)

Fujieda: It's sounds like a song title.

Kyo: Like our next song? Doesn't sound exciting at all (laughing).

Kyo: Did you name it Violet rose yourself?

Shinya: No, when I requested pink shade I got this colour, when I asked what colour is it I got told it's Violet rose.

Kyo: It's not pink at all.

"Which place is painful to get tattooed on?"

Kyo: It's said that the hand's palm and back of the foot. The one on this hand was done by the person who did the tattoo on my back, but she lives in Germany. She told me it's easy for the colour to fade on the palm. That's why she told me she will use an ink that's not approved in Japan but will not fade, and she did it for me.

Fujieda: It's really not fading.

Kyo: That's why she used some weird ink. Suspicious one, with something bad for people in it.

There are four small tattoos on this hand

(during this talk Kyo was showing his palm almost all the time)

Shift of conversation to the topic of tattooing a giraffe on Fujieda's back.

Kyo: A giraffe going all over your back to your thighs.

Fujieda: And the head would be on the neck?

Kyo: No, on the shoulder. So when you move your arm the giraffe's head would move as well. If I had a machine I could do it on you.

Fujieda: When there's a chance.

Kyo: Eh, if there's a machine?

(*there's a brilliant word play here with 機械・machine and 機会・opportunity both being read as 'kikai'🤣)

Kyo: Then I'm going to get the machine and tattoo you. Using that not approved ink from Germany.

Fujieda: No no no, we're talking about different 'kikai'.

Fujieda: "I'm in trouble eating too much. What should I do?"

Kyo: Eat!

"What do you drink when you wake up?"

Shinya: Cola.

"What lip balm do you use?"

Kyo: Cola flavour.

"A drink you like"

Kyo: Ehm... Dekavita, Oronamin C, things like that. But it's not good to drink those too much.

"Favorite chocolate sweets"

Kyo: Ehm... there are too many. ...Ah, but I love cheap sweets.

"When you eating a candy do you suck it till the end or do you crunch it?

Kyo: I crunch it from the start.

"Your favorite Japanese sweets"

Shinya: Ichigo daifuku (rice cake with a strawberry)

"Anything special about Namba Hatch, first time in a while?"

Shinya: Not really. First time since we played here and not for a show. It's feels quite empty.

Kyo: I have something I buy every time I come to Osaka, but I'm annoyed because they weren't sold. Half of me is made of sweets! I always buy 3 or 4 flavours of Curl before going back but I couldn't find them.

(*Curl is a corn puff snack)

Kyo: I never talk to the shop clerk, but this time I checked the shop few times and couldn't find it so I asked. I got told they only have cheese flavour so I got it and left.

Kyo: But don't send me Curl. It'd be troublesome to start receiving so many Curl packs. I'd get them myself.

Before I bought 4 packs to take home but by the time I was home I only had one left.

"What type of dogs do you like?"

Kyo: It's a secret. You'll know eventually.

Shinya: small dogs.

"What colours do you like besides members colours?"

Takavayashi: How were those colours decided? By the hair colour?

Kyo: That's what I think?

Shinya: They were decided without my knowledge.

Takabayashi: it's pink for you, right? Although it doesn't really match you?

What colour do you like best?

Shinya: Black.

(two if them look at each other in silence and laugh)

Takabayashi: How about you Kyo?

Kyo: Pink!

"Merchandise item you like"

Shinya: I guess the travel pouch.

Fujieda: Are you using it?

Shinya: Today I brought a smaller one.

Fujieda: Eh? You use it...

Kyo: He said he doesn't. The size is wrong.

Fujieda: Btw where's your bag from?

Shinya: It's from MUJI.

Fujieda: How was the hot pack? It's warm!

Handed it to Kyo

Kyo: Yeah, it's warm... but it was supposed to be released last time.

Fujieda: Eh? Saying that does it mean it was your idea??!

Kyo: Yup. Actually I wanted to have it last year, last year end was cold right? But the design wasn't done in time.

That's why it didn't come that time, just now. Niw it's not needed anymore. ...I hope you can use it next winter.

(*aaaaah so that's why he was poking at Fujieda so much about it☹️ it'd have been great last December!😆 but it'd definitely be useful next winter!!😊)

Fujieda: That's true, let's use it next winter. And it can also be used as a power bank so that can be used now.

Power strip.

Fujieda: Before this event Shinya was using this backstage. There aren't enough outlets backstage.

Kyo: Lol... is there really that few outlets backstage?

Fujieda: Well... not that few. But he was using it.

Kyo: Huhm.

Kyo (looks at Shinya): what is that, drawn on it?

Shinya got the power strip in his hands.

Shinya: That is cats who got electrocuted.

Kyo: Those are cats? Why cats?

Shinya: Who knows.

Fujieda: But isn't it cute?

Kyo: Yup, ...I guess it is.

Kyo likes the hoodie.

Kyo: The design in the back was drawn by the person who is my tattoo artist after I asked.

Fujieda: Why a hoodie?

Kyo: Eh?If its something to use it at home... you can't use a heat pack at home. Only a loony would use a heat pack at home. It's better to just turn on the heating. So it'd be crazy to use heat packs at home.

Kyo: and then you also won't use the pass case. And no use for the travel pouch at home nor the sticker...

Fujieda: What about the tote bag? Shinya is using it, for his shoes etc.

Shinya: I'm using it. I didn't bring it today though.

"In an old interview you said that because you couldn't afford to stay in a hotel you slept in the car and thought of sleeping position like yoga, what kind of position was it?"

Kyo: I said that?

Takabayashi: In a magazine interview I think? Didn't you said you didn't stay in a hotel?

Kyo: Saying I slept in the car, it must have been when traveling?

Kyo: You're sitting, right? There's someone next to you so totally no space. Saying it's like yoga, so like this, your head goes down and your legs go up, kinda have to turn around

Shinya: I thought then Kyo had a great idea, when I tried it, it was comfortable.

Kyo: I've put a plastic box in the legs and used it for my head, rose my legs, like L shape.

Fujieda: Is that really comfortable?

Kyo: Yup.

Takabayashi: There won't be any swelling, if you raise your legs.

Kyo: But in the past, when we got to the venue I was in that position some fan suddenly opened our car's door. I was so upset she saw the L shape position.

Fujieda: It's also hard to believe someone would just suddenly open your car door.

"How do you like your meat cooked?"

Kyo: rary rare

Fujieda: You mean to grill it only a little bit? Like sizzle siz..done?

Kyo: Yup.

Fujieda: How about you Shinya?

Shinya: Medium rare.

Kyo: You don't eat Yukhoe? (*dish similar to tartare steak)

Kyo: Isn't it rary rare?

Shinya: But that's special.

"A song you just hum"

Kyo: the '♪gohan ga susumu gohan ga susumu♪' one

"Do you look at the needle when you get an injection?"

Kyo: Fixedly. I also watch when I'm getting tattooed.

"You should know that ZARAME DONUTS bacon donuts will come back, so don't worry."

Kyo: .......? What? How do you know that?

Fujieda: When we were in Nagoya we got told the same. That for now they are gone but they will be available again.

Kyo: Uhm... Who are they? Why do they know this? Are you the shop's spy or something??

"A vegetable you like"

Kyo: what spring veg are there?

Fujieda: Bamboo shoots and so on.

Kyo: Bamboo shoots!

"What are you into right now."

Kyo: Sneakers and Bugs Bunny.

Fujieda: Batsu Bani?!

Kyo: Batsu Bani lol

Fujieda: What's that? Batsu Bani?

Kyo: It's a character...

Fujieda: Eh? Do you know it?

Takabayashi: Of course.

Fujieda: Batsu Bani... I have no idea. I didn't bring my phone so I can't check... What kind of character is it?

Kyo: I said.

Fujieda: Baksu Bani?? ...ah! Bunny! It's a rabbit?

"What fabric softener do you use?"

Shinya: No preference. Something smooth

Takabayashi: Not the pods?

Shinya: No. Water... should rather say liquid.

Takabayashi: I'll look for it next time.

Kyo: Any softener would be okay for me, but there's Fafa, isn't the bear super cute? Have you seen that commercial? Where the bear falls on the towels. It's very cute. Watch it. It's on the net. It makes me feel better even when I'm irritated.

Fujieda: So at the moment you like two characters, FaFa bear and Bugs Bunny.... !!! Bugs Bunny! You meant Bugs Bunny!

Kyo: You finally got it 😆

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A Wonderful Christmastime

Author’s Note:  Well Hello All!  I hope that you’re all taking care of yourselves and staying well!  My tag-list is open and you know I love the validation of reblogs, shares, tags and adds!! I have been working on a larger OC story which has kept my from my Loki writings, but I entered a challenge posted by @toomanystoriessolittletime​ for the Christmas holiday.  If you aren’t following, please do as she’s got a great little Advent Calendar of seasonal stories for you!  One a day through the month of December!  

I chose a prompt based off of my least favorite Christmas song.  Ever.  Like in the history of humanity.  Like, my family torture me with it because of how much I dislike it.  This story is a chance to take a little lighthearted revenge on Sir Paul McCartney and also, hopefully, help you all enjoy a Wonderful Christmastime!   Also, isn’t this gif the cutest thing in the world?  My thanks to the OP and creator for it... it’s amazing and I love Christmas Loki!! Pairing:  Female Reader x Loki

Summary:  Everyone has a favorite holiday song... when Loki learns which one you dislike, he uses it to his advantage. Warnings:  Christmas holiday mentions, SMUT, Oral (F receiving) and MF Sex, also, the over use of a certain song that makes me, personally, crazy!

This was it.  That perfect moment when all of the holiday hustle was behind you.  Nothing to buy, nothing to ship, nothing to wrap, nothing to bake.  It was all over.  You had made it through another Christmas Eve.

Your well decorated tree sat in the corner, presents tucked below for you and Loki in the morning.  The frittata was resting in the fridge along with the two bottles of Prosecco you planned to have with brunch.  Hell, it was the holidays, after all.

But that was for tomorrow.

Tonight you were relaxing after an afternoon of family Christmas fun.  Nieces and nephews, piles of shredded paper, stacks of snacks and so much laughter your belly muscles were sore.  And through it all Loki had been a champ! Holding your hand, rubbing the small of your back, pulling out your chair; Loki had put the other partners to shame.  Whether he was telling bawdy but tasteful jokes to the men who drank cheap beer around the TV, sharing hair care tips with your sister’s oldest girl or whispering with your mom in the kitchen, he was always where he needed to be.  For the first time in ages, you had been able to enjoy the day fully, and you knew Loki was the reason why. After getting home, trading your dress and boots for comfy shorts and a sweatshirt, you padded into the living room.  Loki was there, sitting cross legged, digging through your bag of swag.  He had put seasonal music on in the background while munching through a plate of Auntie’s sugar cookies, two well poured goblets of red wine waiting to be had at his side.  God, he was good. “Is one of those for me?”  You couldn’t help smiling.  Loki, looking like a little kid, over excited and surrounded by all the trapping of Christmas just felt so precious. It took him a moment to reply as he was solely focused on the handmade puzzle box your mother had crafted for all the guys this year, “Hmm?  Yes… one’s for you…” Kissing the top of his head, careful not to dislodge his Rudolf blinking antler headband, a gift to Loki from your youngest nephew, you moved towards the couch.  Sipping from your glass of wine, snuggled under the softest chenille blanket your sister-in-law could find, you sighed contentedly.  Victory over the holiday season felt amazing.  Now all that was left on your to-do list was eating, drinking, and enjoying alone time with Loki until New Year’s.  Suddenly exhausted, you felt the lovely warm drag of drowsiness and snuggled deeper into the sofa.  Shuttering your tired eyes, you listened as Loki stood up, off to hunt up some more food, no doubt.  Visions of sugarplums danced in your head as you started to succumb to a sweet slumber. That’s when you heard it.  

“The moon is right, The spirit’s up, We’re here tonight and that’s enough…” Groaning, wide awake now, you sat up with a shout, “Loki?!”  Like magic his raven head popped around the doorframe, his reindeer antlers askew, a candy cane hanging out of his mouth, “Yes?”

“Um… question:  What are we listening to?” Stepping back into the living room, his new holiday flannel shirt open at the neck, Loki leaned over you, husking playfully,  “Music.  At least, that’s what I believe you Midgardians call it.” “Ha ha.  Yes, I know it’s music, but this particular song?”  You couldn’t keep the tartness from your tone as you pressed your nose into the handsome one on Loki’s face. Pausing, listening intently, Loki cocked his head to the side.  Singing along, his bells jingling, “Simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!” “Ugh.  That’s what I was afraid of!”  Flinging a hand over your eyes, you grumbled, burrowing back into the cozy couch as a means of blocking out the obnoxious noise of the worst holiday song in the history of humanity. Making himself comfortable at your feet, pouring himself another glass of vino, “I like it.  It’s simple.  Direct.  What are you doing?  Me?  I’m simply having a wonderful Christmastime!” From deep in the cushions, muffled but forceful, you pleaded, “Make it stop!  Please!” “What for?  It is still Christmastime, is it not?  And we are enjoying a wonderful time, aren’t we?” Turning back to face him, a Scrooge-like scowl on your suddenly serious face, “I’ll do anything to get you to turn that off.” That got his attention, “Anything?”  Sitting up quickly, you reached for your blanket only to feel Loki snatching it out of your grasp, “You said anything, darling.” Tugging on the plush fabric, practically pouting, “You’re not going to take my new fluffy blankie, are you?” “Oh no.  That’s not nearly enough to stop me from playing my favorite Christmas carol.”

“It’s your favorite, now?  Loki, you just heard it.” Waving your gripes away, pinning you under his arms and under your blanket, “I love it.  It’s my favorite.  You can’t mess with perfection.”

You wiggled, trying to free an arm or a hand, anything to help defend yourself from Loki’s soft, but effective attack, "Perfection?  Loki, it's awful."

"I disagree.  But…”  Brushing a gentle kiss to your captive lips, making you melt into his warm touch, Loki made sure to keep you immobile.  Unraveling under his ardent attention, you gave up fighting, focusing on Loki’s roving hands through the protective layer of your new throw.  

Lost in his lips, you ignored the wretched recording still spinning, until sitting back with a sly smile Loki continued, “Regardless of my newly acquired antlers, I am a reasonable man.  I'm willing to hear your side of things.  Convince me, dove."

Looking up at him through your lashes, licking over your bottom lip that tasted of Loki's peppermint, it took you a moment to refocus on your argument.  Sighing doggedly, “It’s just garbage.  Too sweet, too synth-pop.  It’s plastic.  There’s no substance to it.”

At least Loki did you the service of considering your answer.  He paused, listening to the offending tune, starting to hum along once more.  “I don’t know.  It sounds like church bells ringing.  And I like when the kids start singing!”

“You couldn't.  Those are two of the worst things about it!  There’s not a single redeemable factor in it’s trite,  super saccharine, four minute run time.”  Agitated now and edging into anger, your voice kept rising, spurned on by the inability to get away from Loki’s plush prison, “Also, get off me!” “Can’t do it.  But-” nuzzling into your neck, tasting along the tendon there, “-I can replay this song.”  “That’s it!”  Fury tinted your words as you tried harder than ever to break free of your fleece prison but Loki was brick heavy, unmovable, and impossibly giddy at your predicament.  All things which only added fuel to your fire.  Wriggling like mad, struggling to kick a foot free, you squirmed desperately for leverage.  His response?  A deep chuckle, “Is that all you’ve got, darling?”  Laying those long, lanky bones on top of you, holding down the throw’s corners in a way that made fighting futile, Loki smirked at your distress, “I still don’t see why you hate it so much.  It is a simple song because we’re simply having a wonderful Christmastime!  It’s in the title after all.” With cheeks hot from exertion, fully frustrated and forced to listen to Paul McCartney’s bland holiday ballad start a second time, you nearly shrieked, "I hate it, Loki!  Loathe it, really!  The lyrics are basic, the keyboard is tinny, and Sir Paul is better than that!” “Is that all?” “No!  It's even worse when someone else sings it, like those kids from Glee or an up and coming Country artist making their first holiday record!"

Beneath the blanket your chest rose and fell with bothered breaths.  From rubbing against the couch your hair stuck up in odd angles and you could feel heat rising off your neck.  How had you gone from almost asleep to a blanket related battle royale?  Loki, taking advantage of your confinement, kissed your forehead sweetly, and the change in tactic caught you off guard.  His lips grazed the tip of your nose as you huffed out a pout, eager to see where his mischief making would lead.  Pressing his forehead to yours, that deep sonorous voice whispering lowly for your ears alone, "Not a compelling enough argument for me to turn it off, I'm afraid." And to your holiday horror the song in question started again.  Grousing, "Don’t play it again!  Please!  I’m begging you!” “Already begging darling?”  Thick with mocking, Loki slotted himself between your thighs, keeping you from fighting back with any power. Whining full out now, poking out your bottom lip, “Come on!  Please, let me up and turn this off!” “Why, of course, my pearl.”  With no effort on his part, Loki scooped you up, blankie and all, pulling you tightly to his chest.  Gripping your bottom, his fingers firm through the cotton of your pj pants, he squeezed hard enough for you to yelp. “Hey!”  But that’s all you managed before his talented tongue invaded your mouth.  Now the only thing you could hear was the shaky exhale of your shared sighs and your own needy mewls when Loki started to withdraw.

Godly hands drew your thick and comfy sweatshirt over your head, leaving you bare against the cuddly softness of your new blanket, a perfect dichotomy to the heated hardness of Loki’s chest.  With your arms finally free you tangled your hands in the long tresses of your lover, distracted from the awful music by his groan, “Easy darling.” But now that the tables were tipped in your favor, you had no intention of going easy on Loki.  Not after his antics tonight, not a chance.  Tugging hard enough for him to wince, you ground against his lap with a nip to his neck, “Turn it off then.”

“Now, why would I do that?  Aren’t we still enjoying a Wonderful Christmastime?” Bouncing in his lap, purposefully teasing your mischief maker with a smirk, “We were until you let this terrible song play!” Laughing heartily, Loki stroked over your bare shoulder, one hand resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek.  “If I wanted to, my darling, I could change your mind.  I could make you adore this song.” “Is that so, Odinson?  I doubt it.”

“Doubt me?  On this, Christmas Eve!  When you know the feelin’s here that only comes once a year?” A confident nod was all he got for an answer.  In a flash you were laying on the soft rug, your legs wrapped over Loki’s and your new blanket tossed to the side.  Fiery kisses to your chest and neck led him to the shell of your ear where he hummed hungrily, “The moon is right, the spirits up…” Enjoying his mouth but not his music, you shoved against his shoulders, panting, “Don’t sing, just kiss me.” Licking into your mouth, Loki’s tongue obliged your need as his hands skated over the curve of your hip, breaking your kiss to croon, “We’re here tonight, dove… and that’s enough.”

“Loki… please stop…”  You fisted his shirt, pulling at the buttons until his muscular torso was under your fingers, strong and solid.  Pushing the plaid cotton off his shoulders, you let your nails drag over Loki’s naked back as you shifted your hips, subtlety be damned. He took the hint.  Nipping a trail over your tummy, Loki kept his eyes on yours as he shucked your shorts, snorting, “No panties?  Naughty!” “If that’s naughty, Loki, then what you’re doing to me is positively evil.” That made your lover grin, his eyebrows lifting in a wickedly Grinchy smile before caressing the inner skin of your thigh with his clever mouth.  Slithering closer to your center, sweeping his tongue in swirls, you couldn’t help the excited shiver he created.  It was enough to block out the terrible song now that you had something more arousing to hold your attention. Using those long, deft fingers, Loki parted your folds with a murmured moan, “You’re so wet, darling.  Maybe you like this song more than you let on?” A curse for him and his rotten taste in Christmas music died in your throat as Loki connected to your sacred skin through a carnal kiss.  Those strong forearms ensured that your knees stayed open wide as his tongue tasted, teasing your clenching cleft, humming with appreciation at your body’s response.  Circling your clit, sucking gently before changing direction and licking your lower lips once more, Loki had you teetering on the cliff of climax in minutes.

Your stomach tensed, ready for release.  Delicious waves of orgasmic bliss were pulsing through you, needing just a touch more friction, a little more pressure in order to crash over you.  Gasping out incoherent whimpers, fingers ruffling Loki’s dark hair, you can’t fight the neediness that he’s created in you. It just feels so incredible, something Loki knows you’re enjoying, “Like that, darling?” Passion clouds your vision as your desire crests, unfulfilled, “You know I do, Loki…” Fingers slide sensually through your slit, his bright eyes on you, “How much?  How much do you like it?” Shaking your head, still foggy with needs unmet, “So much, baby.  I love making love to you so much.” Bumping against your swollen bud, pressing down firmly, Loki begins using his hands to entice you towards ecstasy.  Two fingers enter you easily, delightful, sure, but not as filling as Loki’s hard member.  Reaching for him, you want to lose yourself in loving and being loved by your space god, “Sing for me, dove.” Beseeching you breathlessly, Loki’s hand stills, keeping you at the fringe of falling apart.  Waiting for your reply impatiently he asks again, “Sing, please.” “A song?” His reply is a shake of his dark head.  Slowly, smoothly, Loki withdraws his fingers, only to press them into your yielding flesh once more, “Yes, my darling.  Sing my favorite song!”

Sucking a bruise onto your inner thigh, those fingers of his spreading your walls, the exquisite pressure on your straining clitoris.  Any one of these distractions would have been hard to concentrate through.  Experiencing them all together?  Overwhelming.

And that’s the excuse you would use to explain what happened next.  “The party’s on… The feeling’s here…” As soon as the words left your lips, Loki’s attention resumed in earnest, “That’s it, dove!  Keep going!” “That only comes, this time of year… Ah!  Loki!” Loki watched you lustily.  Your eyes half closed, legs splayed lewdly, a nervous grin on your face.  He never wanted you more.  Slipping out of his jeans, wasting no time, Loki guided his hardened cock into you with a satisfying sigh. Your response to his abundance?  “Oh shit, Loki!  Yes!”  Snapping his hips against your pelvis, iron banded arms clinging to you, Loki stuttered, “I don’t hear you singing!” “We’re simply having a Wonderful Christmastime!”  How many times did you repeat the chorus?  Hard to say.  It became a mantra.  A thing to chant in time with everyone of Loki’s deliberate and deep thrusts. This time, when you felt the familiar stirring of your satisfaction, Loki didn’t stop you.  Encouraging you with a soulful kiss, his stroke surging in time with Paul McCartney’s crooning, you came apart in each other’s arms with a smile.  The song started again and you couldn’t stop the giggles from bursting out of you, “What’s so funny, dove?” “You said you could make me like this terrible, horrible, awful song.” Sitting up and taking you with him, Loki chuckled as he kissed your hand, “Hey, don’t make fun of the best holiday song I have ever heard.”  Pulling your new blanket around the both of you, “I still hate it, but-”

“But?”, his eyebrow arched in surprise, waiting for you to continue.

“But I don’t hate it as much.” Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, playfully ribbing you, “Do I have to force you into having another Wonderful Christmastime?” Biting your bottom lip, you returned the favor by sweeping a stray lock of Loki’s black hair over his shoulder, “Babe, you could make crazy, insane love to me each day and every night… and-” “And?”  Kissing Loki lightly on the nose, you stood up on shaky legs and started towards the hallway.  At the entry way you turned back letting the blanket fall to the floor, “-And Wonderful Christmastime would still suck.”  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To My Many Minxes:  @toomanystoriessolittletime @vodka-and-some-sass @just-random-obsessions @brokenthelovely @lots-of-loki @thefallenbibliophilequote @scrumptious-finicky-illusion @iamverity @mizfit2 @sammy-jo1977 @wolfsmom1 @jessiejunebug @iluvsumbucky @unadulteratedwizardlove @procrastinatinglikeabitch @shxdowofdarkness @nonsensicalobsessions @ahintofkiwistrawberry @alexakeyloveloki @rorybutnotgilmore @crystalizedcaramel @lokislittlecorner @capcapcapsicle @jamielea81 @caffiend-queen @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @jenjen8675309 @that-one-person @roguewraith

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Wonder (I’ll Use My Hands) || Steve Rogers.

PAIRING; Steve Rogers x black!reader

WORD COUNT; 2,180

WARNINGS; Slight Body Worship, Oral Sex (female receiving), Smut, Sex

SUMMARY; Steve Rogers is napping... or he was napping...

NOTE; It’s been a minute since I’ve written something for Steve! This is for @thefanficfaerie​ Life in Song writing challenge! I chose Your Body Is A Wonderland by John Mayer, hence the title. I used my favorite parts of the song (which is really just the first verse and the middle part before the guitar solo, lol). Hope you guys enjoy!

We got the afternoon

You got this room for two

Steve Rogers is napping. It’s twelve thirty in the afternoon. The sun is high in the sky, dogs are barking, birds are chirping, people are mowing their lawns - and Steve Rogers is sleeping through all of it. You thought he was sick at first… this isn’t like him. Normally, he’s making himself busy in the backyard, or fixing some random light bulb or creaky stair. Lately, he’s been in the garage with his new woodworking tools, his brow furrowed as he maps out the plans for your new dining room table. 

When you walked into your home after your overnight shift at the hospital and found the backyard empty, the garage barren, and the staircase and hallway vacant, you squinted suspiciously. To be honest, you got pissed. His phone has been ringing off the hook for the past few days, Tony’s name flashing across the screen. You snatched it from his hands yesterday while the two of you cuddled on the couch, trying to get caught up on the Handmaid's Tale, and threw it across the room.

“You’re retired.”

He chuckled and kissed your temple, trying to ease the building tension between the two of you, but you knew better. It was killing him to not know what was going on in the world around him, and better yet, that he wasn’t helping to keep it safe.

You huffed loudly when you didn’t find him this afternoon as your mind convinced you that he had run off to Tony’s aid. You stomped down the hallway towards your room, pulling your scrubs over your head as you rounded the corner. You stopped dead in your tracks as soon as you entered the bedroom. There he was. His broad torso bare, the sheets pulled just to his waist, the black band of his Calvin Klein underwear peeking out. 

You let out a sigh and closed your eyes as your shoulders went limp. You are an absolute asshole You moved to his side, resting the back of your hand against his forehead and then underneath his chin, only to find his skin the normal, slightly-warmer-than-the-usual-human temperature. You kissed his temple, ran your fingers through his blonde hair, whispered an apology, and moved into the bathroom to wash your work day away. 

You’re now fresh out of the shower, your locs piled high on your head in a protective bun. You slip into a pair of pink boyshorts and tug one of his old shirts over your head before you let your hair down. You move back into the bedroom, your eyes skirting towards the clock as it reads twelve fifty six. You grab a headwrap from your nightstand and start wrapping it around your head and hair as you calculate the amount of sleep you can get before you need to get back up for dinner. 

One thing I've left to do

You slip onto the mattress, underneath the warm sheets and roll over onto your side as you cuddle up next to him. He’s always so damn warm. You throw your leg over both of his and stretch your arm over his chest as you rest your chin on his shoulder. You let out a deep breath as you try to coax yourself to sleep. His skin is so smooth though. You can’t stop running your fingers along his sculpted chest and over his (despite not working out like he used to) sculpted abs. 

Your eyes move along his tanned skin as the sun washes over him, illuminating the scratches and scars that litter his body. They’re beautiful, each one telling the story of his tumultuous past. Each one reminding him that he’s not, and can never be perfect - no matter how bad the Government and the masses wanted him to be. 

You push your nose to his skin and take a deep breath, filling your nose with the faint smell of soap. You push his hair off of his forehead and catch a whiff of his shampoo. Before you know it, you're pressing your lips to his arm, and then his shoulder, and then his collar bone. You push your weight on top of him, straddling his waist before you flatten your chest to his. 

Discover me

Discovering you

You run your hands up and down both of his arms as you rise and fall with the rhythm of his chest. You plant soft kisses to his neck as your body starts to stir from deep within. You lean up and pull his shirt back over your head, tossing it to the floor. You bite your lip as you lay back down, pressing your naked breasts to his skin. You nuzzle into his neck and peck at his neck with your lips as your hips start a slow grind into his. 

It doesn’t take long before he stirs underneath you. You feel his large hands on your butt and then along your thighs as he lets out a deep breath and rolls his head to give you better access. You smile into him and continue your assault as his hands run up your back slowly. You kiss a trail up his chin until you meet his pink lips with yours. You pause, your chin resting on his chin, your eyes scanning his face as his eyes remain closed. 

A smile breaks out on your face when a similar smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. You giggle, and kiss his cheeks and nose as he starts to laugh. You kiss his lips, eating up the delightful sound of his laughter as he squeezes your body to his.

“What has gotten into you?” He asks softly, his voice deep and groggy from sleep.

You shrug as you continue to kiss him all over - his face, his neck, his chest and shoulders as he chortles. You move down his stomach, kissing your way through the dark hair that blossoms at his belly button before you send your eyes back up to his. You tug at the rim of his boxers with your teeth before quickly biting his side, giggling again as he jumps and laughs. 

One mile to every inch of

Your skin like porcelain

You push up onto your knees as you straddle him, settling down on his crotch. He bucks into you playfully and one of those bright, brilliant smiles that he likes to hide spreads on his face. Honor swells in your chest. You walk your fingers up his sides and spread them across his chest, just feeling his skin. His large palm cups the side of your face and you nuzzle into it instinctively, pushing your nose and lips into the curve of his hand. His thumb brushes along your cheek as his eyes move around your face slowly. He pulls you down into him, leaning up slightly to close the distance between your lips. 

You inhale slowly as the kiss deepens without so much as a warning. You feel his tongue sweep along your bottom lip, sending out a silent invitation. You accept and grant him access to your warm mouth like so many countless times before. He squeezes your body to his as he massages your tongue, pushing deeper into your mouth. You pull back to look at him through hooded eyes. His lips are swollen with his lust for you - a deep pink tinge blushing across them. 

One pair of candy lips and

Your bubblegum tongue

You run your thumb across his bottom lip as you cup his face in your hands. You stare at him as he stares back at you - slow, stupid smiles tugging at each of your mouths. You let your hands drop to his shoulders before they slip around to his back. They push along his rippled muscles, flexing softly with each of his deep, slow breaths. You push back into his chest, holding him to you as you continue to skim your hands up and down his back.  

He nips at your chin and neck with his teeth - holding you tight, confirming your emotional, mental, and physical safety in his arms. His warm lips push down to your clavicle, peppering it with his admiration for you. He bucks his hips again and your eyes pop open as a soft gasp escapes your lips when you get a feel of him.

Damn, baby

You giggle when he flips you over onto your back. His greedy fingers pull at your underwear, slipping them down your long legs. His lips brush along your skin on the way down, his strong hands massaging your calves, his mouth suddenly on your ankles and the soles of your feet. Laughter fills the bedroom as he tickles your instep with his fingers while keeping a firm hold of your foot, not allowing you to pull away. He kisses the pads of each of your manicured toes slowly, softly, delicately - sending a signal right to your sex. 

You moan as your hips push upward - your body tingling all over. He sucks your toes into his wet mouth, his tongue kneading your digits. He releases your toes and pushes your legs up and over his shoulders as he kisses each ankle again. He forges a hot path to your sex with his tongue and lips, nipping, kissing, and biting your flesh as he moves.

You feel his hot breath hovering over your now quivering, warm, swollen pussy. He drops a kiss to your sticky flesh, making your hips jump as you gasp from the quick contact. His long arms reach the length of your body to grab your breasts, groping them gently. You cover his hands with yours and arch your back, pushing your soft mounds into his palms. 

You frustrate me

You melt into a puddle as his tongue pushes through your folds. He hums and moans as he sucks on your clit, his tongue teasing your opening. He pulls away only to nibble on the shaky flesh of your thighs, smearing your juices along your skin before he delves back into you. 

You scratch his scalp with your fingernails before grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He grunts with each pull, sending vibrations through your pussy, exciting you further. He pulls away from you again, only to replace his tongue with his fingers. He pushes them along your lips, slipping your clit between his index and middle fingers before he rubs firm circles against it. His hot, steady breath beats down on you, tickling your already aroused flesh, encouraging your sex to quiver from the sensation. 

He pushes his face back into you, shaking his head back and forth as he flicks your clit. He laps at you, not wasting a drop of your sweetness. He pushes his fingers into you and strokes your muscles with his curled digits, watching you as you squirm around him. 

You catch a glimpse of his face as he fucks you slowly. His lips and chin are shiny with your secretions - marking him as yours. His cheeks are flushed red, his blonde hair sticking to his forehead as sweat springs up on his skin. 

I know you're mine all mine all mine

But you look so good it hurts sometimes

“Come ‘mere.” Your whisper is low and full as you pull at his shoulders. 

He crawls up your body before he flattens on top of you, his weight pushing you deep into the mattress. You wrap your legs around his waist and watch as he guides the tip of his cock through your lips. You lift your hips, helping to push him inside of you before you let your head fall back into the pillows. 

He sinks into you slowly, your body accepting him as your muscles spread wide. He pushes his hands underneath you to hug you tightly as his hips start to move. Both of your moans mix and rise towards the ceiling as you lose the afternoon to your love making. 

He wears you out. He sucks every ounce of energy from you until you can barely keep your eyes open. Your limbs are achy and weak, your breath labored and deep. The sheets are twisted around your bodies, the duvet nearly pushed entirely to the floor. You’re curled into his body, your leg thrown over his, your face pushed into his neck as you fight the sleep that invades your body. 

He holds you tight, kissing your forehead as he lifts your body from the mattress. You protest, but don’t open your eyes as he fumbles with the satin scarf on your head to re-wrap your locs. He lays you back down once he’s finished, his hand behind your head while he settles you back down into the pillows. He cuddles into your side as he rests his head on your chest. He throws his arm over your breasts and cups the side of your face in his hand as his fingers push just underneath your headwrap. 

It’s three seventeen in the afternoon; you and Steve Rogers are napping. 

[thekyraalexandriablog]

Kyra’s Top Albums of 2020 🎧

Despite a tragically hectic year, some of my favorite artists managed to release some phenomenal projects in 2020. Here are my top picks (in no particular order):

Girl Eats Sun—Hope Tala • R&B

Tala’s third EP is a picnic on a Spring evening—breezy and warm. I absolutely adored her first two projects, so it’s been a joy hearing how she’s continued to develop her unique style. On Girl Eats Sun, she masterfully serenades you through the different phases of love from dizzying happiness to aching longing. The little things are what elevate this project, from the strings on the wistful Easy to Love Me to Sky’s high-pitched, flowy vocals on the chorus of Mulholland, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention my special appreciation for when Tala’s pitch dips and she’s in that pleasant moment between rapping and singing—hello verse two of All My Girls Like to Fight. Despite the title, Tala’s latest project brings the sunshine out for me every time I listen.

Ungodly Hour—Chloe x Halle • R&B

If you somehow managed to miss Chloe x Halle being the darlings of R&B this year, then please allow me to be your introduction to one of 2020’s few must-listen albums of the year. There’s no other way to describe Ungodly Hour than as a treat for R&B fans: from the variety of tempos (there’s the breathtakingly beautiful ballad Wonder What She Thinks of Me as well as the certified party bop Do It), to the timely range of topics from relationships to self-love (the lyric “I had to learn to love me lately” felt especially pertinent in a year without the usual social distractions); the album takes you on a ride. And of course, the whole time you’re wrapped in the surreal pleasure of their talent for unique harmonizations. If you’ve yet to queue this project on your streaming account, do it.

Holy Cow—All Cows Eat Grass • Electronic

Now here’s a group I’ve missed! ACEG projects always excel at layering dreamy synths with smooth beats, and Holy Cow fits right into the herd. One of their slower projects, tracks like Fly and Pillow Talk would easily fit into a summertime playlist with their simple, fun melodies. There’s also great storytelling in the lyrics of this project from the palpable excitement of the VIP section of a nightclub on About Us to the visceral shock of hearing “thank you” in response to “I love you” in a complicated relationship on Pretty Ladies—ouch. There are so many melodic gems on this 35-minute project; welcome to the pasture.

Ice Cream Clones—ROMderful • R&B

I must admit I was late to the party that is ROMderful’s music. I first encountered ROM last year via Twitter where he would post short clips of miniature duplicates of himself playing the various instruments of the track; the full videos can often be viewed on his YouTube channel. Since then, I’ve been enjoying the pleasant rabbit hole that is his Soundcloud (he’s had releases on Soulection) and production credits (he’s worked with artists like DUCKWRTH and Rayana Jay). A talented multi-instrumentalist, ROM’s music is full of fun sounds and soulful melodies, and his social media presence is just as joyful (his current Twitter name is ROMderTHICC). This project is full of very short tracks with infectious hooks. It’s a quick listen, but one I’ve returned to often.

Rumble Pack—Button • R&B

Button is the collaborative union of Allen Love and Bobby Earth—one of my absolute favorite independent R&B artists, and the reason I gave this project a listen. I’m very glad I did. Rumble Pack is brilliantly bizarre: funky synths, blazing features, all interspersed with random gaming commentary. Fans of The Jet Age of Tomorrow (Pyramid Vritra and the Internet’s Matt Martians) and ROMderful (who has a Rumble Pack feature) will surely appreciate the groovy eccentricity of this one. Thanks to this fun, soulful project, I’ve decided I may be a video game fan after all.

Cosmic Lips—Momocurly • Smooth Jazz

If the phrase ‘easy, breezy, beautiful’ were an album, this would be it! Momocurly is Japanese pianist and vocalist Momo Otani and French guitarist Christophe Pannekoucke. Together the two crafted an exquisitely mellow medley of melodies. Cosmic Lips is everything I enjoy in jazz: relaxing, mid-tempo and smooth. Otani’s voice is unique, high and light, and she glides over the tracks like Pannekoucke’s guitar. This project transports, it’s otherworldly.

with HER - EP—Crush • K*R&B

Because I believe Crush is one of the most talented R&B crooners making music right now, I was completely unsurprised to find that his latest project is smooth and soulful. Only five tracks, it’s a short one, and the concept is incredibly cute—each track is a duet with a different woman vocalist comprising a project of unique love ballads. The different vocalists mean each track has a unique sound and lyrically the project is full of heart-warming quotables and seductive one-liners. with HER is a project to fall in love to.

DPR ARCHIVES—DPR Live, DPR Ian, & DPR Cream • K*Rap/K*R&B

Ahh DPR, the eye candy that makes ear candy. DPR, initialism for Dream Perfect Regime, a South Korea-based art collective, blessed fans with this collection of both new and previously released tracks from DPR Live, DPR Ian, and DPR Cream. Though they collaborate extensively, each artist has a distinct sound that diversifies the collection overall—where I would call DPR Ian a pop artist, I’d call DPR Live a Rap/R&B artist, and then there’s DPR Cream whose contributions are purely instrumentals ranging from smooth and R&B-tinged to piano solos. For fans or those dipping their toes in for the first time, the ARCHIVES offer much to enjoy. (Also watch some DPR videos if you haven’t yet, both the men and the art are exceedingly visually pleasing.)

Peace Is Not a Dream—Senpu & ROMderful • R&B

And ROM makes another appearance! This time on a collaborative project—he has quite a few and I’ve enjoyed them all so far. Senpu, who I am less familiar with, contributes production and vocals to this project. Unlike Ice Cream Clones, these tracks feel more fully fledged out, with a verse or two in addition to the chorus. Between the memorable melodies and vocal harmonizations this project is certainly dreamy.

Rare Changes—Mayer Hawthorne • Soul

If you know anything about me, you know Hawthorne is one of my favorite blue-eyed soul artists, and Rare Changes is a lovely retro addition to his catalog. This album is from the seventies, I’m convinced: from the mid-tempo disco grooves to the doo-wop style background vocals. Rare Changes demonstrates Hawthorne’s adeptness at balancing nostalgia with the best parts of modern music, queue this one for a mellow night of slow dancing and slow sipping.

Honorable Mentions (there’s some bops here, but overall the project didn’t move me):

It Is What It Is—Thundercat • Funk

Whimsical & free-flowing as is his style; lyrically musing & haunting, the last track is an absolute clincher to the project.

The Slow Rush—Tame Impala • Alternative

If age-ripened weariness had a soundtrack you could bop to at a festival; Breathe Deeper instantly brings a smile to my face.

Shabrang—Sevdaliza • Alternative

Sevdaliza is one of the few artists who consistently leaves me breathless—her art is daring, thought-provoking, and absurdly beautiful. Shabrang is no different in its presentation and lyricism, though it is musically more traditional than I might expect.

Sin Miedo—Kali Uchis • Reggaeton

I already think Spanish is a beautiful language but Kali just makes it even more so. I’m not the biggest fan of reggaeton (I’m sorry to say it starts to sound repetitive to me after awhile) but the slower songs on this project are lovely: R&B melodies with her breathy, unique vocals. I definitely enjoyed the listen!

SLINGBAUM ONE—Slingbaum • Experimental Jazz

Voyage-19—Bilal x HighBreedMusic • Experimental Jazz

For fans of experimental jazz, get into SLINGBAUM ONE and Voyage-19, both projects are odd in the best sense: more about vibes and transitions than the traditionally cohesive album—I bought both and I’m still enjoying exploring them.

SAWAYAMA—Rina Sawayama • Pop

Future Nostalgia—Dua Lipa • Pop

Pure pop is not my usual fare, but SAWAYAMA, a fun, dance project is truly special—it is genre melting and Rina’s strong voice transforms to expertly complement each new vibe. Also, PLEASE watch the video for XS, it was one of the few things that energized me this year. And then there’s Future Nostalgia, a fun disco-inspired project. Only a couple of the bass lines & melodies caught my ear, but the visual/aesthetic roll out was spectacular.

The Album—Teyana Taylor • R&B

This was my first time sitting down to try a full Taylor project, and while I overall found the tracks repetitive, The Album has some bass lines I enjoyed and Taylor’s voice is beautiful.

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Liner Notes (March 2nd, 2024)

In this week’s newsletter, I talk about my experience at the Fall Out Boy and Jimmy Eat World concert. That takes up most of it, but there’s also some commentary on books and movies I’ve seen recently. This week’s supporter Q&A post can be found here. If you’d like this newsletter delivered to your inbox each week (it’s free and available to everyone), you can sign up here. A Few Things * The Fall Out Boy, Jimmy Eat World, and The Maine tour started this week, and as fate would have it, Portland happened to be the very first date. Now, just looking at those bands, you have to ask yourself: could there be a tour more perfectly created specifically for me? Doubtful. Very doubtful. The show was on Wednesday night at the sold-out Moda Center. And that, by itself, was one of the coolest things of the entire night. I remember seeing this band open in Portland at venues that could maybe fit 200 people in them if the fire marshal looked the other way. To see them packing the fucking basketball arena? This put a smile on my face just reading the “Sold Out” sign out on the marquee. It was a rainy evening, so our trek began outside, getting cold and wet. The crowd was a mix of elder emos, many adorning the attire of their youth (eyeliner and studded belts aplenty), many bringing their kids, and a spattering of younger fans, similar in age to when I first discovered this band. Wide-eyed, huddled with friends, some looking like they were experiencing their very first concert. After spending too much money on beer, we made our way to our seats as Daisy Chain made their way through their opening set. It was loud. Not just “I’m almost 41” loud but “my Apple Watch is screaming at me that I’m about to lose my fucking hearing if I don’t get out of there immediately” loud. Thankfully, we brought earplugs. (And here’s where I once again sing the praises of Earasers.) Daisy Chain sounded good and had a solid stage presence. The crowd started trickling in and looked about 75% full by the time their set ended. While the stage crew ran around setting things up, I spent some time people-watching. I continue to be amazed at how many people attempt to sit in other people’s seats, only to be kicked out when they arrive or an usher asks to see their tickets. Next up was the band I was sort of secretly the most excited to see, The Maine. They were the only band on the bill I’d never seen before, and their run from American Candy through their latest self-titled album is out-of-this-world impressive. It’s a five-album run that I’d put up against almost any other five-album run in the music scene at this point. Lovely Little Lonely and the self-titled album are up there as some of my favorite albums, period, of the last fifteen years. And, I must say, they absolutely crushed it live. It was an eight song set full of crowd pleasers and, based on the reaction of people around me, I think they won over some new fans. (I saw multiple people queuing up the band on Spotify.) Energetic, fun, and lots of crowd participation (John jumped into the front seats for a while and brought a fan on stage to sing), and they sounded dynamic, tight, and lively. The vocals were mixed a little low, but that propulsive energy of the setlist more than made up for it. This band deserves all the success in the world, and I could not be happier for them to land this spot. I hope they continue to wow audiences on this leg of the tour, and if you’ve, for some reason, slept on them up to now, I highly recommend you grab their latest album and start working your way backward — it’ll be gratifying. Coming off the high of seeing one of my favorite bands of the last ten years, we move right into arguably my favorite band of all time. Jimmy Eat World. Icons. Legends. Titans. For my money, the greatest combination of melody, lyrical prowess, and alternative rock our scene’s ever produced. Their live show is a lot like their music, mostly no frills. They let the music do the talking, and they play their set with… https://chorus.fm/features/articles/liner-notes-march-2nd-2024/