#P!SCO

[fyeahcindie]

Excellent rocker called Your Melody (專屬於你的旋律) off the brand new Thunder Love (雷霆之愛) album from P!SCO. I love this tune! =D

According to a post on IG, they've been working on this album since 2021, and I think it includes at least 3 singles released over that time.

Lead Vocal & Songwriter: 張維倫 CatLun Guitar: 芮秋 Rachel Hsu Bass: OmOi 張憶文 Drums: Liang Yang (楊朝量) Piano: 鼎鼎 Ding Ding aka Scott Chang (張鼎文)

Arrangement: P!SCO Producer: 賴世凱 NiceGuy Vocal Producer: 張義欣 Chang I Hsin Backing Voc: CatLun, Zero Stop (aka 林庭歡 Claire Lin), 張義欣 Chang I Hsin

Full a/v credits back at YT.

Lyrics on screen, and hit the cc button for English translation.

Links: Official,  Twitter,  YouTube,  Spotify,  Instagram

[plutotheplum]

Resonance

sylus x fem!reader - read part 2!

summary: with the aether core's auction quickly approaching, you're growing desperate to resonate with sylus. fortunately for you, he has a suggestion... even if it is less conventional.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, p in v, fingering, teasing, spit kink, light choking, oral sex, praise kink, slightly ooc sylus?, minor canon divergence

wc: 4.5k

a/n: my first time writing a full fic or smut for that matter! given how many times sylus was trying to hold the mc's hand, i just figured he'd be into it. tried to be strong for zayne, but that didn't work out... sorry zayne. hope you guys like it! <3

also posted on ao3!

You’re starting to regret your plan to sneak into the N109 Zone. From being drugged to nearly being killed, you weren’t exactly faring well in the unfamiliar place. 

A deep sigh escapes you, fingers rubbing at your aching temples. The headache had gotten worse, the band around your head wrapping tighter and tighter. You couldn’t leave though, no matter how desperately you wanted to, not when the Aether Core’s other half was up for auction in a week’s time. Sylus had also been distant. Despite saving you from the night raid, he had hardly come to visit while you were staying at Onychinus’ base. The twins, Luke and Keiran had kept you company though. They weren’t as wicked as you thought them to be, only young men that were intent on working for Onychinus, driven by their own motivations. 

The week was bound to shorten however, and you were growing antsy. Any reservations you had about resonating with Sylus were fading quickly as the auction date grew closer. He was right in a sense, you two needed to resonate, especially after that night raid when the Wanderers had attacked. The auction wouldn’t go smoothly either, you knew that much. Sylus had money, but traitors were lurking everywhere. The shopkeeper’s voice rings in your head, reminding you that Sylus hadn’t been responsible for the explosions. Absolving him of being responsible had been hard enough.  

Plucking at the strap of your nightgown, you’re contemplating whether you should sneak out. Sylus had been accommodating enough so far, and you were tempted to push your boundaries. He had, after all, left a pile of clothes for you. Strangely enough, they were all in the right size, accompanied by Mephisto who had let out a loud caw before flying out, its claws making a playful swipe for your hair. 

A few more anxious plucks at the strap of the nightgown and you’re sneaking out. Feed pad against the floor softly, nightgown swaying as you move through the hallway. You pause when you hear voices, hearing the thud of your own heart as you hold your breath. It’s Sylus and another man. The conversation is too muffled to listen into, incoherent words blending in together.

The door creaks open and you’re tucking yourself behind a pillar, hiding in the dark. The sound of footsteps fades into the distance and the breath you’re holding escapes into a quiet exhale.

“You can come out now,” A voice drawls. Sylus. You hated how he could sense your presence. Stepping out from behind the pillar, your back straightens, walking into his room. It’s dark, just like him. Expensive furniture, books stacked onto a bookshelf and a bed on the other side of the large room. The curtains are open, moonlight flowing in through the windows, mixing with the ambient lighting. He sits behind his desk, eyes trained on you, nursing a cup of wine. “I see you’re wearing my gift,” he says, eyes dragging over the nightgown. You scoff, eyes narrowing at him, “It was hardly a gift, and it’s not like I could sleep in my Hunter uniform.”

He only takes another sip of wine, eyebrows raising. His nonchalance is making you feel irritated. “You’re avoiding me,” you announce, arms crossing over your chest, “is there any reason?”

He laughs, low and deep, “I thought you’d be grateful for the reprieve, or maybe you don’t hate me as much as you think you do.” That has you scowling. You want to wipe his stupid smug smile right off his face. “Relax,” he says, his fingers tapping against his desk as he leans back in his chair “I had more important things to attend to.” That catches your attention. More important things? Perhaps he’d have answers, and you needed answers, about the N109 Zone, about Onychinus, about anything . 

“Private matters,” he murmurs, red eyes keeping you in place “nothing for you to get involved with.”

Your scowl only grows deeper, almost forgetting what you came in here for. Your feet move across the carpet, hands landing on the edge of his desk in an attempt to look intimidating.

“I want to try resonating with you,” you say, deciding to change tactics.

He hums, red eyes boring into yours. “We already tried that, and unfortunately, you seem content on disliking me,” he replies.

A frustrated noise escapes you, “It’s your fault!” you accuse, glaring at him. 

He only stares back at you blankly. You feel like a child throwing a tantrum under his gaze. “Just- please? ” you ask, voice softening slightly. He’s letting out an inconvenienced sigh and your body is moving, red tendrils swooping around your body as he draws you closer to him. “Hand,” he demands. You reach forward, and his hand clasps yours, fingers lacing together. A deep breath gets sucked in through your mouth and your eyes squeeze shut, trying to channel your energy and resonate with him. You think about his stupidly handsome face, his low voice and the times he had saved you. Both of your knuckles are white with how tightly you’re squeezing his hand. There’s nothing though, absolutely nothing. No sparks, no glowing light, no Evol resonance. Letting out a defeated sigh, you let go of his hand. He stares back at you, eyes searching. “There is something wrong with you,” he says, drawing his hand back to take another sip of wine.

“Maybe if you tried being more likeable, this would be easier,” you retort, sending him another glare.

Sylus only laughs, his head tilting, “You weren’t so intent on resonating with me earlier. So much so that you shot me.”

“You shot yourself,” you correct, voice sharp, “and the change in mind is because of the auction.”

He peers over at you, eyes calculating. You can’t tell what’s going through his head, you can never tell. It puts you on edge. Sylus is a dangerous man and you aren’t able to predict a single one of his moves.

“You’re afraid of Wanderers,” he surmises, hands clasping in his lap. 

His chair rolls out a bit from his desk and your eyes are dipping to see his legs spread as he gets comfortable. There’s a stretch in the black trousers as his thighs strain against the material and you’re swallowing harshly, eyes snapping back up to meet his gaze. If he noticed your wandering eyes, he doesn’t say anything.

“I’m not scared!” you protest, feeling exasperated “I’m simply worried that something might happen. We both know that the Aether core might become unstable with energy fluctuations, and who knows what sort of Wanderers that flux might attract?”

“I am more than capable of handling any danger,” Sylus says, his tone dark, “or do you need a refresher of what happened after I saved you during the night raid?”

You wince at the memory. It appears he doesn’t like being underestimated. It’s even worse that you remember. There had been blood and screams when his Evol had eviscerated the men that had been there.

“No refreshers needed,” you reply quickly.

Your plan of resonating with him is ill-thought, you realise. You can’t get your mind to change, no matter how hard you try. Head hanging low, you decide to back off. Sylus is right at least. He would be capable enough of defeating any danger there, but his assurance isn’t enough to quell your doubts. Silence passes over you both, only interrupted by your feet shifting on the spot. 

“There is another way,” Sylus says slowly, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “it is less conventional of course, hardly attempted at.”

Hardly attempted at? Was he planning to put your life on the line? Maybe that would work out for him, weaken you enough to get you to resonate with him and then steal the Aether core lodged in your heart.

“And this way is…?” you prompt, raising your brows. 

His grin only grows wider. Sylus stands up, long legs stalking towards you until he’s standing in front of you, his red eyes staring down at you. His cold hand reaches out, fingers grabbing at your chin to tilt your head as his own head dips towards your ear. You shiver, feeling his warmth breath against your skin. “Sex,” he whispers.

Well, you certainly weren’t expecting that. Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment, gaze averted to the side.

He clicks his tongue, “Why so embarrassed? I thought you wanted to resonate, sweetie .” 

“You’re more insane than I thought,” you hiss, shoving at his chest. 

He lets out a throaty laugh, a smirk spreading across his lips as he stumbles back a bit at the force of your push. 

“You seemed desperate,” Sylus says when he stops laughing, “I was only letting you know of all the options.”

“That shouldn’t even be an option!” you snap, growing flustered by the second. Sex with Sylus ? He was a murderer and completely and utterly unhinged, not to mention the leader of an illegally run gang. You were not having sex with him. Your irritation festers, head falling into your hands as you stand there. He doesn’t say anything, only reaching for his wine and finishing off his cup. 

“Fuck me,” you sigh tiredly, rubbing at your aching temples again.

“Don’t tempt me,” he replies. Your head snaps upwards at that, glaring at him. Irritation has only led to you making a poor choice of words. 

“I’m leaving,” you say forcefully, holding your head high.

You should be leaving by now, storming off back to your room lying a few doors away. You should be, except your poor feet aren’t working.

He stares at you expectantly, a hint of smile on his face as his brows raise.

“I am leaving,” you repeat, voice hardening.

He only nods his head towards the door. Part of you wants to stay, to find out what he means, but the implications are clear and you won’t do that with him. Especially not him.

You don’t get very far though, the door lock fastening in place with a resounding click . His Evol curls around your body, the inky red and black lines tugging you back towards him. Sylus is reaching for you, his hand cupping your cheek. You have half the mind to lean into his touch. “I think we’ll both have more fun if you stay,” he whispers against your ear, arms drifting across your nightgown to wrap around your waist and tug you closer.

He peers down at you, and your breath catches in your throat. Without thinking, you’re leaning into him, body pressing against him.

“I think you want to stay,” he continues, hands sliding up to pet at your hips.

“You- you don’t know what I want,” you manage out, voice airy, “and I want to leave.”

He hums, hand finding your cheek again. His thumb rubs across your skin, and it sets you alight.

“Did you forget?” he murmurs, head dipping to meet your height, “I can see what people desire the most, and it appears you, my dear Hunter, desire me.”

You’re letting out a soft curse. You had forgotten about that stupid detail, about his ability to see what people desired. Squirming in his grasp, you try to get away, but he holds you still, letting out a disappointed sigh.

“Will you not indulge yourself?” he whispers, voice lilting. You think he could be a siren in disguise.

There’s a shuddering breath escaping you. You don’t get a chance to answer, not when he’s smiling against your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to it. Your hands find his shirt, forming fists to prevent your knees from buckling.

“We are the same,” he reminds you, lips brushing across your skin as he backs you up against the wall.

You manage a scoff, “We are not the same. You’ve done terrible things and killed people. You do whatever you want, sacrificing whoever you want if it betters your cause.” 

“Such insolent words,” he purrs, his hand curling around your neck “I have treated you with far more kindness than others that have crossed my path.”

A squeak leaves when he squeezes around your neck, your fingers trying to pry his ones away from your neck. He only tightens his grip, landing another kiss to your cheek and there’s heat between your thighs, a whine escaping you before you can swallow it down.

Sylus laughs, his hand falling away from your neck to grab at your hips instead.

“Caught you,” he coos, and with that his head is dipping, lips pressing against yours.

You whine again, arms wrapping around his neck. You’re too far gone to care, feeling the plushness of his lips against yours. It feels as though he’s trying to devour you, trying to swallow you whole.

The kisses are rough and harsh and his hands are slipping under your nightgown, sliding up the backs of your thighs to grasp at your ass. You gasp into his mouth, scrabbling at his shoulders. He grunts against your mouth, guiding your leg to hook over his hip.

“You are far more eager than you said you would be,” he murmurs, finally pulling away to let you breathe. 

Soft pants escape you, chest heaving as your hands drop from his shoulders, landing against his chest instead. He stares down at you, crimson eyes bright with arousal as they flit about your body.

“You’ve done something to me,” you mutter lamely, a weak excuse for responding so eagerly.

He raises his brows, his thumb brushing across your lips. He repeats the motion, over and over again until you're tempted to press a kiss to the pad of his thumb. You don’t get a chance, not when his thumb is pushing past your lips and meeting the resistance of your teeth. Blinking up at him, you tilt your head.

“You know I haven’t done anything to you,” he replies, “that would be too far, even for me. Now be good and open .”

He has to have done something to you. What other explanation is there for the way your mouth opens, sucking his thumb inside eagerly? Your head tips back as you suck on his thumb, tongue swirling around the digit. He groans, deep and unabashed and it has your hips bucking. “Patience,” he whispers, pushing his thumb further into your mouth. You gag slightly, sending him watery glare. 

Sylus only smiles back, keeping you in place as you suck on his thumb. The ache between your thighs is too hard to ignore, and your hand is sneaking down in an attempt to relieve the ache.

You’re horribly wet between your thighs, feeling your thighs practically slip against each other as you squirm. Your fingers only manage two full circles against your clit before Sylus is letting out a growl, tugging your hand free from where it had snuck into your panties. 

“I- I need-“ you whine, trying to sneak your hand between your thighs again.

“You need me ,” he hisses, eyes hard as he grabs at your wandering hand, gaze locking onto your slick fingers. There’s a sharp gasp that leaves you when his own mouth is enveloping around your fingers, his eyes on yours as he sucks them clean. You feel weak at the sight, a dreamy sigh escaping you. He smirks, forgetting your fingers to kiss you again. You taste yourself on his tongue, feeling the way he licks into your mouth, his hands squeezing at your hips.

He’s picking you up before too long, dumping you on his bed. You hide shyly when he rips your nightgown from your body, his eyes staring down at your bra and panties greedily. The bra goes next and he’s lowering his head, sucking your nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking against the pebbled bud. You don’t know what to do, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him there, trying desperately to seek relief. “So impatient,” Sylus mutters against your spit-slick skin, opting to suck on your other breast as his hand delves between your thighs. “Don’t stop,” you whimper, eyes slipping shut “please, don’t stop.”

He lets out a low laugh, fingers rubbing at you through your panties. “How obedient you’ve become. Squirming under my fingers like a little slut. Didn’t you say you hated me before?” he whispers. 

“I- I do hate you!” you grit out, but your hand is finding his wrist, keeping his hand there as you grind your clothed pussy against his fingers.

He scoffs disappointedly, body slinking down the bed until his nose is pressing against your panties and he’s breathing in. You feel as though you might faint at the depraved sight. His tongue laves across the fabric of your panties and you moan his name, fingers finding their home in his hair.

Sylus sucks at your clit through your panties, licking at the slick that seeps through the dampened fabric. 

“An intoxicating taste,” he comments, pressing a kiss to your thigh “I could do this for days.”

That little comment has you letting out a shuddering breath and words you might regret if your mind wasn’t so stupidly hazy. “I would let you,” you mumble, tugging his face closer to where you want him, feeling the press of his nose against your clit. He grins, red eyes staring up at you, “that can be arranged.” Sylus’s long fingers are pulling down your panties and he’s staring at your cunt, a deep groan escaping him. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. 

A strangled noise leaves you and his mouth is latching onto your pussy, sucking and licking like a man starved. Whines and whimpers escape you as you grind your hips against his tongue. He moans back into your cunt, the sound shooting up through your body, thighs twitching. Sylus keeps you pinned down, tongue laving against your wetness, drinking up your slick as it leaks. It’s almost too much, which is why your hand reaches for his. Sylus gives his own hand, fingers lacing with yours. You’re so lost in the haze of his tongue against you that you can barely hear his voice.

“Resonate,” he speaks into your pussy, his hand gripping yours tight. “What?” Your dazed eyes find his, bewildered. “I said, resonate ,” he repeats, sucking your clit into his mouth harshly. 

His teeth graze against the sensitive bud and your back is arching, hand squeezing his one back. Your Evol comes much easier this time, light emanating from both your hands as you resonate. The linkage takes place, and it has you reeling, body twitching as you come on his tongue. The light soon fades, his own Evol dimming down. He presses another soft kiss to your sensitive clit. “Some incentive and your body is reacting remarkably well,” he smiles down at you. You could hardly care about resonance at this point, pushing at his shoulders and crawling up onto his lap, lips pressing against his. He grunts at the sudden change in position, but kisses you back, his hands groping at your ass appreciatively. A whine gets swallowed up by his mouth, your hips rocking against his hardness wantonly. Your fingers pull at his shirt and he’s staring at you with spit-slick lips. He tugs his shirt free and you suck in a sharp breath, taking him in. While you do this, your hips pause in their movements and he’s letting out a click of his tongue, using his hands to guide you start moving again. “You resonated with me,” he whispers against your lips. “Hardly,” you murmur back, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t be like that,” he chastises, “I made you come on my tongue and this is how you treat me?” he pouts mockingly.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He coos, guiding your hips to move in the way he wants to, “moaning and whimpering for me. Perhaps I should’ve suggested this path from the start.” You try to glare at him, but he’s only gripping your cheeks, prying your mouth open before his tongue is lolling out, dropping a glob of spit into your mouth. “Swallow, baby.” You do so almost immediately, mouth opening eagerly for more. He laughs, almost in disbelief, kissing you messily this time, letting you suck on his tongue. “I need you,” you whisper, pressing his hand against your tummy “need you in me, Sylus.”

His eyes flash and he’s kissing you harder, clothed bulge grinding up into your bare pussy. The drag of his trousers is stimulating, catching on your clit in a way that has you shaking on his lap. “You’re filthy,” he hisses, sucking harsh kisses against your neck “such a filthy slut, begging for my cock.” You whine in agreement, nodding mindlessly. The world is moving then, your eyes finding the roof as he settles between your thighs. He kisses you over and over again, before he’s drawing back, slipping off the bed to pull his trousers down. A loud moan escapes you at the sight, his fat cock bobbing between his thighs. The tip is dark with arousal, veins prominent against the skin. Part of you wants it in your mouth, to swallow his cum and feel the weight of his cock on your tongue, and the other part wants it inside of you, filling you up. Embarrassment forgotten, you’re spreading your thighs in what you hope is an enticing manner, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes over at him. He glances down at your glistening pussy, licking his lips. “In me, please” you sweetly request. He hums, crawling over you. He grasps his cock, tapping the tip of it against your clit a few times. Pre-cum beads at the tip, a fat glob dripping down. Your hand shoots out before it’s wasted, fingers catching the glob. Smiling up at him, you suck your fingers into your mouth, letting out an appreciative moan at the taste. His eyes darken at the sight, fingers dimpling the flesh of your thigh as he squeezes.

“You’ll regret this when you have to leave me,” he warns, “I won’t be there to stuff your pussy full or lick that pretty cunt when you’re feeling needy.” “Then make it count,” you retort, legs wrapping around his hips. He lets out a short laugh, kissing you again. Soft whines leave you when he pushes in, his cock sinking deep into your pussy. You think you might be able to feel him in your throat, his cock stretching you out so deliciously that it has you writhing. 

“So fucking tight,” he breathes out, kissing along your jaw “so warm. I can feel you clenching around me, baby.” 

“Fuck,” you mewl, nails scratching down his back as he thrusts into you. In any other situation, you might be mortified at the sounds.

The squelch of your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he fucks you. It seems like his favourite thing to do is to hold your hands, though.

“So pretty for me,” he sighs, hips grinding deeper into your wet heat “such a good girl, hm? My good girl.”

The praise has your heart fluttering wildly, cheeks flushing.

“Oh, you like that,” he murmurs, his lips latching onto your tits again, “my pretty, little slut, all laid out for me. You could’ve had this cock earlier, I would’ve given it to you. I could’ve stuffed you full, or bent you over my bike and pounded this tight little cunt until you were screaming.” 

A hoarse moan leaves you. Your hands are squeezing his, legs tightening around him.

“That’s it,” he whispers encouragingly, “take my cock baby, it’s all yours.”

“Stop- stop talking like that,” you whine, writhing under his body.

“Why?” he responds, “does it feel better than you had imagined?”

“I wasn’t imagining-“

“Hush now,” he whispers, kissing you over and over again. You’re not sure how much more of this you could take.

His cock is pounding into you, punching out the air in your lungs. It feels too good, the throb of his cock and his whispered words against your ear. You hiccup, peering up into his crimson eyes. He stares right back at you, the look behind his eyes startlingly soft.

You shy away, head turning to the side, cheek squishing against the pillow. His hand turns your face back to him, nose nudging against yours gently. He kisses you softer this time, the sound of your kisses drowned out by the drag of his cock in your cunt.

“Come for me, baby” Sylus whispers, squeezing your hand “cream my cock.” 

It’s enough to have you shuddering around him, a whine of his name leaving your mouth as you cream on his cock, just like had told you to. He drinks up every noise, lips working against yours as he fucks into until he’s burying his cock deep inside, letting out a low growl against your ear as hot cum spurts from his tip, filling you up. 

You sigh at the feeling, body feeling limp. Sylus is slumped on top of you, his weight oddly comforting against yours. A kiss is pressed against his cheek and you can feel his smile from where he’s tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

It’s a little uncomfortable though, so you’re pushing at his chest to get him to roll off of you. Sylus does so with little noise and you’re curling up against his side, already missing the stretch of his cock.

“You were being nice,” you say softly, breaking the silence.

“Would you prefer it if I were rougher?” he asks in return, rubbing his hand against the curve of your hip soothingly.

You roll your eyes, pinching his bicep. 

“The auction will go smoothly,” he announces, his hand drifting to squeeze your ass, “we did resonate, after all.”

You had almost forgotten about that. A nod is your response and he’s dragging you closer to give you another kiss.

“Training begins tomorrow morning,” Sylus continues, “I need to see how strong we can be together.”

You’re letting out a groan, swatting his chest and shoving him away. 

“Leave me alone,” you mumble, burying your face into the pillows.

He smiles, arms curling around your waist to tug you back into his warm chest.

“Now, now. You were being so good earlier,” he whispers “I’d be happy to reward you, if you perform well tomorrow.”

His hand smooths across your stomach, hand drifting lower to delve between your thighs. You muffle the noise that threatens to spill out.

“You’re insufferable,” you mutter, eyes slipping shut.

“I think you like that about me,” Sylus murmurs, his fingers curling up inside of you, beginning to move at a leisurely pace. 

“You’re the worst, Sylus” you whisper, hips rocking as you try to get his fingers to sink deeper.

“Yet here you are, trying to fuck yourself on my fingers,” he purrs, his arm winding around your neck. You feel him squeeze and you’re whimpering, sinking your teeth into his bicep as he holds you in place, letting his fingers fuck in and out of you.

It’s going to be a long night.

[snap-oversteer]

Fyi this is where I got my profile pic

drunken doodles from last night

[pantherxrogers]

yunho comes home - yunho x black!female!reader

🧸 pairing: yunho x black!female!reader

🧸 warnings: none, just fluff, some kissing, established relationship (married), reader and yunho have a daughter name adele (addie)

🧸 summary: yunho comes home to his little family.

🧸 a/n: i'm black so my reader is always black lmao. but i encourage everyone to read because i think this is awesome 🤭

also, yunho just gives husband material. like i need to marry him actually. so, this blurb was born :p

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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

“i promise daddy will tuck you in when he gets here, sweetie,” you whisper, tucking a curl back into adele’s little bonnet. she’s staring up at you with heavy lids, sleep trying to take her.

“promise?” she slurs, her cute little lisp makes your heart clench. she’s been waiting for her dad all day, but you finally managed to put her to bed. it's late and his flight was supposed to get in hours ago, but several delays got in the way of reuniting for their nightly routine.

“promise,” you whisper, locking your pinky with her smaller one. you press a kiss to her forehead, placing the storybook back on her shelf and heading towards the door.

when you turn around to say a final goodnight, she’s already fast asleep. she’s nestled in the bed, surrounded by the dozens of stuffies that you and yunho buy her whenever she asks.

“goodnight addie. i love you,” you whisper into the dark, softly shutting her door.

walking down the hallway, the house is so quiet. you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t disappointed when you got the call from your husband. still, you’d put on a brave face for addie. it’s out of his control, but that doesn’t change the fact that you really miss him.

he’s been traveling a lot again, promoting the new ateez album. you’re immensely proud of him, but your heart aches whenever you get into your large bed alone.

making your way to the living room, you cuddle up on the couch, putting your comfort movie on. you absentmindedly fiddle with your wedding ring, watching the familiar faces flit across the screen. with drooping eyelids, you mumble along with the dialogue. you know yunho would tease you if he was here. the thought makes you smile to yourself, before finally succumbing to your exhaustion.

you feel warm hands on your arms, gently shaking you awake. you jolt up in a panic, momma bear mode activated, immediately moving to locate addie.

“sorry honey. i didn’t mean to scare you,” yunho murmurs, a sheepish smile on his face. his cheeks are slightly red, suddenly feeling bashful. you can’t stop the smile growing on your own, immediately leaning further into his touch.

"it's okay, yuyu," you murmur, sitting up so you can regain your bearings. you finally get a good look at him, standing up to meet him with a proper hug.

the hug lasts a while, neither of you in a rush to pull away. yunho burrows his head in your neck, inhaling the scent of home. you run your fingers through his hair, gently cradling him to you. his body is warm and firm against your own, immediately making you more relaxed.

"missed you so much," he mumbles, squeezing you a little tighter. he pulls back slightly, cupping your cheeks to give you a slow kiss. his lips are gentle and soft, taking his time with you. your heart skips a beat, thumping a little faster. you've been married for years, but yunho never fails to make you feel like a girl with a high school crush.

he only pulls away to pepper more kisses all over your face, prompting you to let out a girlish giggle. he wraps his arms around you again, blowing raspberries into your neck.

"i missed you too, baby," you let out between laughs, draping your arms around his neck. he scoops you up, your legs wrapping around his waist out of reflex.

"let's get you to bed, sugar," he mumbles, kissing the top of your head. your curls smell divine, and the scent makes him feel at ease. while he walks back to your bedroom, you cling to him like a koala, head lulling with his movements.

he shuts off all the lights in his path, double checking the main locks in the house. when he arrives at your bedroom, he gently places you down on the mattress, tucking the sheets under your chin.

"i'll be right back baby," he murmurs, easing out of the bedroom and heading toward addie's room. he quietly opens the door, heart aching when he sees her sleeping form. she's knocked out, cradling her baby blanket to her chest.

yunho tip toes over to her, adjusting the stuffies, so she can get more comfortable. he leans down, pressing a kiss to her squishy cheek, tucking the sheets in a little tighter.

"goodnight addie. love you so much," he whispers, savoring this moment. with a final kiss to her forehead, he walks towards the door, turning around for one last look.

he can't believe how fast she's growing. it feels like just yesterday he was burping her and changing diapers. now, she's old enough to bargain with you on staying up later. he smiles to himself at the thought. exhaustion intensifies the emotion swelling in his chest. with a sigh, he shuts the door, smiling to himself as he walks down the hall.

everything feels right in this moment. he's like a magnet, drawn towards your bedroom, eager to hold you in his arms. he's finally home with his girls and knows he'll get the best night of sleep that he's had in a while.

[spectrs]

Okay so Miguel comes back to the spider-society after a mission and he’s like aggravated because you know how no one listens to him or annoys him so he’s basically like that and you come in and you basically tease him about the mission and he gets more annoyed and he’s says “please leave me alone” or some shit like that then you leave the room for a second and he sits on the bed with his face in his hands and then you come in with a stripper outfit and he looks up and sees you and he shakes his head and tries to leave the room but you stop him and your pushing him backwards towards the bed and he’s like “I don’t have time for this” and you just ignore what he says and when falls on the bed and you climb over him, he mumbles something in Spanish and then he just rolls his eyes and you guys…yeah

ANON THIS IS PERFECT OH MY GOD. this scenario is fucking living in my head now and it won't leave, so naturally i had to write for it. thank you sm for this request <33

(NOTE: I CANNOT SPEAK FLUENT SPANISH YET, EVERYTHING THAT'S IN SPANISH WAS TRANSLATED USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE)

WARNINGS - rough play, slight choking, dirty talk, degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v (this is just fucking filthy so minors DNI)

WORD COUNT - 2.2k

You knew immediately he was pissed off. Just watching the way he walked through the door of your apartment and slammed it made it obvious. His expression was molded into a scowl, and he didn't bother acknowledging you before he walked to the liquor cabinet and pulled out the first bottle he saw.

He took a swig from the bottle and sat down at the kitchen counter, letting one hand rub at his temple while the other held the bottle with a vice-like grip. You stood up from your position on the couch and walked over, observing his demeanor closer. You had a feeling about what he was so mad about, but you still wanted to make sure.

"Miguel?"

He looked up at the sound of your voice, his scowl softening the slightest bit.

"What?"

"What happened today?"

A scoff left his mouth, as if he thought the answer to your question was obvious. You were a bit offended at the action, but ignored it until he gave you a better one.

"What do you think? No one listens to me, and they just had to fuck up the mission I assigned them to."

A slight smirk crept up onto your face; you were right. This was such a common occurrence, for him to come home all pissed off because of what would constantly happen at the Spider Society. If you were being honest, it started to turn you on, and you desperately waited for him to take his anger out on you. Of course, he didn't know because if he did, his cum would constantly be dripping from you.

"Awh, are you hurt because there's finally something you can't control? How sad."

His eyes widened with shock, but they quickly went back to normal as he glared at you.

"You too? Great."

All you did was let the smirk take over your expression completely before grabbing the bottle from his hand and taking a long drink.

He quickly grabbed it back and pushed away from the counter, stalking past you and into your shared room.

"I don't have the time for this."

With a final mutter in Spanish, he slammed the door behind him. You stood in your spot, still leaning against the counter with the strong essence of the liquor burning your mouth. You quickly pushed yourself off the surface and dashed to the bathroom, discarding your sweats and t-shirt. All that was left on your body was a gift Miguel had insisted on buying for you. You didn't get the chance to use it yet, much to your dismay, but if anything you knew this was the perfect time.

Miguel let out a sigh as he held his head in his hands. God, he at least hoped you would understand and help him out, but of course it couldn't have been that easy for him. He grabbed the bottle again, tilting his head back to drink the bitter liquid once again.

"I know how much alcohol you can tolerate, but I still wouldn't recommend drinking the whole bottle."

He almost scoffed at the sound of your voice and looked up to expect you standing there with another quip about how annoyed he was. Instead, his breath caught in his throat to see you standing only a few feet away, that damned lingerie set framing your perfect body.

"What are you doing, querida?" His voice was low as his gaze roamed over your body, the damp patch on your lacy underwear so fucking obvious once he saw it.

"Well, you bought this for me to wear, right? Why should I let it go to waste?"

Another mutter under his breath. It was too quiet for you to understand it clearly, but you knew it was something in Spanish. You slowly walked closer, stopping right in front of him. Your hands found his face, fingers skimming across his rough skin. The gesture brought his eyes to yours, and you were surprised to find them so dark.

Your face dropped a bit as he pushed you away, standing up and moving towards the door. "I told you, I don't have the patience for this right now."

Ignoring his request, your hands pushed against his body, watching him fall back onto the bed. He gave you an incredulous look, but it didn't mask the glint of hunger in his eyes. You slowly moved forward, letting him crawl back to sit up against the wall as you climbed on top of him.

You let out a gasp as he suddenly gripped your wrist, quickly grabbing the other to pin them behind your back. One hand gripped onto your wrists tightly as the other tugged your body onto his lap.

"Your goal is to get me riled up, isn't it? You like it when I'm pissed off, don't you?"

His mouth was right next to the side of your head now, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. His large hand let go of your wrists and joined the other on your hips, holding you down on his lap.

"I'm surprised it took you so goddamn long to realize." Your voice lowered to a whisper as his face got closer to yours, your lips inches apart. "Now are you gonna do something about it?"

He groaned as you gently dragged your hips across his lap, and a low luagh left his lips.

"Dios mío, cariño, vas a ser mi muerte."

That was the last sentence before his lips crashed against yours. The sheer force of it made you whine, and he nipped your bottom lip before letting his mouth graze your jaw and neck. Your hands found solace in his dark curls, tugging a bit as he teased your skin with littered kisses and bites. His teeth found your collarbone, and you felt the fangs scrape against you before they pierced your skin.

A wanton moan escaped your mouth as you harshly tugged his hair, and his lips gently kissed the bleeding mark. When you felt a small drop of blood rush down your burning skin, his tongue just licked it away.

His hands left your hips, instead sneaking around your back to unclip the bra and throw it behind you. The moment he had access to your breasts, he wrapped his mouth around one of them and let his large hand take the other. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as you let out a groan, feeling his tongue swirl around your nipple.

He let out a dark chuckle, his mouth finding yours again in a bruising kiss. One of his hands found your hip again, while the other traveled lower to graze against the damp patch on the lacy panties. You subconsciously bucked into his hand, craving to feel more of him.

His hand pushed past the fabric to brush against your swollen clit, and he chuckled as you mewled in response. You went to grab his hand and urge him to move more, but he stopped you and grabbed your chin instead.

"Did you really think I'd help you? You know what happens when you tease, querida. Get on your knees."

You gave him a pleading look, the heat between your legs growing to be unbearable. All he did was give you a cruel smile and wait patiently for you to move off the bed. You did, sliding off the edge and sinking to your knees in front of him. He sat himself at the edge of the bed before teasingly pulling out his leaking cock. You started salivating the moment you saw the precum leaking from the tip, and you reached out to carefully stroke him. His head leaned back ever so slightly as he eyed you, silently urging you to continue.

Your hand couldn't fit all the way around him (a fact that still managed to surprise you), but you still spit into your palm and wrapped it around his cock, watching how his chest started to rise more erratically. You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss at the tip before taking him in your mouth.

Your lips moved up and down, your tongue sliding against the skin. His hands were gripping the sheets and quiet groans were slipping past his lips. His eyes, however, stayed glued to you, watching your every move like a hawk. You slowed down a bit, letting your cheeks hollow to take more of him, but a hand suddenly gripped your hair. You felt Miguel move his cock out of your mouth, letting the tip dangle in front of you before slamming himself back into you.

You gagged around him, his hips setting a relentless pace as he brutally fucked your mouth. Your hands gripped his thighs so hard you could feel him shaking from the pressure surely building up inside him.

"You don't get to tease anymore. Good girls get to do what they want, but not you. You fucking take it like the brat you are."

Every couple of words was punctuated by a groan from him, but you could barely hear him over the sound of your own moans. This is what you wanted. You wanted him to use you, punish you for acting like a spoiled little brat. At this point your panties must've been soaking wet from how much this was turning you on.

His grip on your hair tightened the slightest, only giving you a second's warning before he came with a moan, a hot spurt of cum shooting into your mouth. His breathing was ragged and his face was flushed, but his eyes still remained focused on you as he pulled himself out of your mouth. You quickly swallowed his cum, keeping your gaze locked into his.

He grabbed your arm, tugging you onto your feet and pushing you onto the bed. Your back hit the mattress and you looked up as his body loomed over yours, large hands pushing your legs apart to see the mess he created. He chuckled a bit, letting his hand shove the flimsy fabric aside and run a finger through your folds.

"All this because I fucked your mouth like the little brat you are? I can't say I'm surprised, querida."

You just stared at him, wanting more, so much more, from him. His hand left your cunt and both gripped your hips, turning you onto your stomach. On instinct, you got on your hands and knees, eliciting another low laugh from him as you purposely stuck your ass out at him.

"Needy, are we?"

You nodded immediately, wiggling a bit to get more comfortable. Instead, that earned you a harsh smack to each ass cheek, a jolt of pain spreading through your body.

One hand held your hip tightly, pulling your ass flush against his waist. The other reached in between your bodies to grab his already hard cock, gently teasing your folds. You careened into him, a small moan slipping past your lips.

"I'm going to fuck you, and you're not going to complain. You're going to take what I give you like the good girl I know you are. If you do, then I'll let you come. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," you said breathlessly.

A moment of stillness, then he slammed into you with no warning. You moaned loudly as he quickly bottomed out, then pulled out and slammed back in just as fast. His pace was fucking brutal, and his vice-like grip on your skin was sure to leave bruises, but you didn't care. All you did was let yourself drown in the pleasure, your veins set alight. The sounds of your breathy moans and skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, and your cunt clenched around him each time his tip grazed that unreachable spot inside you.

His pace grew faster and even more brutal, causing the knot in your stomach to grow more and more. You moved your head to look at Miguel, his hips still moving to meet yours.

"Sir, I'm gonna cum, please let me cum sir-"

He scoffed, your pathetic begging like music to his ears. His free hand glided up and down your back, the most comforting gesture he's given you the whole evening.

"Since you've been so good for me..."

With that, his body leaned over yours as the hand caressing your back started to toy with your clit. Your moans grew louder and more pathetic as you came closer to the edge, your cunt clenching around his cock as he slowed down slightly. One final thrust sent you over the edge and you came with a scream, your cum soaking the base of his cock and the inside of your thighs.

He groaned as he bottomed out, stilling for a second before letting his cum paint your insides white. You collapsed on the bed, him joining you shortly after. The only sound was your panting, your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. You turned to face him, watching as he stared at the ceiling. Carefully, you curled up besides him, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I wasn't too rough on you, was I, querida?"

"Not at all, Miguel."

He hummed in response, lightly kissing your forehead.

"Good."

TAGS - @low-keylover

[yourfavealbumisgender]

if i can ask, why is it that for some artists you only refuse to do certain albums? is it to do with the specific lineup involved in the album, or is it something different?

its mostly for the line up yeah. R*nnie radke in early escape the fate, later p*nic at the d*sco being primarily br*ndon urie etc. i know one of the albums i have is bc the artist is doing blackface on the cover and as a white person i didn't think it would be okay for me to post that.

[augustisnotonline]

Sat in my dan and phil merch listening to p*nic *t the d*sco in fortnite festival. What in the 2018 is going on.

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[dieletztepanzerhexe]

W Moim Ogródeczku d*sco p*lo from 1998 xDDDD

[thenewfuture]

Go for it Sonia!

I shall do my best!

Ah, are...are those the Devas...?

They multiplied?

Ah yes, they are now known as the Twelve Zodiac Generals!

Introducing: Chris-T, Masa-I, Scor-P, Ryo-V, Jam-E, Tron-D, Sco-T, and Muha-D!

They are adorable powerful creatures which I have taken to caring for with my life until Gundam returns!

............

Can.....can I pet one...?

Oh, but of course!

He....hello....

*Peko reaches out to try and touch one of the hamsters, but...*

Ah...!

*They fall back to Sonia immediately....*

Oh my...

Ah....rejection, my old friend....

D-do not worry Peko, this is but a minor setback...!

'Ouch, that was rough to watch...'

'Hmm....I wonder how the others are doing waiting for Ibuki to wake up...'

[musicastrologer]

i like the way you die | black honey

♡ venus in leo • eighth house • pluto in tenth house • pluto in leo • moon in leo • pluto in aries • chiron in sco r p i o ☆ venus in a r i e s ♤♤♤ sagittarius moon ♧♧♧ mars in 7th house ■ jupiter in capricorn ♤ venus, mars, moon in capricorn with square aspects ♧ pluto square venus ♡ mars square venus •

[fyeahcindie]

Let's check out a couple new singles from veteran TW acts! =D

First up is the title track from the new 4-song ep by Manic Sheep, their first release since the Deep Dusk 2-song ep in 2019.

Producer, Composer & Lyricist: 羅玉婷 Chris Lo Arrangement: Manic Sheep Vocal, Guitar, Synthesizer: Chris Lo 羅玉婷 Guitar: Howard Yang 楊浩 Bass: 孫麒鈜 (Qihung Sun) (also is/was in 萬龍 Wanlong, Goosander 川秋沙, Pseudo) Drums:  White Wu 吳柏廷-drums (also in 落差草原 WWWW / Prairie WWWW)

Links: SoundCloud,  Chris Lo SoundCloud,  bandcamp,  Instagram,  Official site,  YouTube,  Spotify

Next up, the new single from team P!SCO, and this song is titled after the Peruvian cocktail made from Pisco:

Music/Lyrics/Vocal: 張維倫 CatLun Arrangement: P!SCO Guitar: 芮秋 Rachel Hsu Drums: Liang Yang (楊朝量) Bass: OmOi 張憶文 (also in GOTA, Shinex4, 蕨鳴子 fernoiz, 王立 Wanglee) Keys: Scott Chang (張鼎文)

Full a/v credits for these MVs back at YT.

This single is the second one they released recently; 最害怕的是有一天會不見 The Thing I Fear The Most Is One Day I’ll Disappear came out in May:

I think both of these songs are gonna be on their next (4th) album, Thunder Love 雷霆之愛. Not sure when that will drop?

Links:  Official,  Twitter,  YouTube,  Spotify,  Instagram

[deathlessathanasia]

“The structure of the Hesiodic Titanomachy has been divided by most who have analyzed it into three discrete sections. The first of these sections (617-86) tells of the liberated Hecatoncheires combining forces with the children of Kronos and renewing their ten-year struggle with the Titans. Lines 687 and following interrupt the narrative of this general theomachy to present a fiery vision of Zeus in single combat and are therefore conventionally referred to as the "aristeia" of Zeus; the allies are momentarily lost from view, and Zeus relies solely on the destructive force of the thunderbolt. It has been customary to regard this second section as extending as far as line 712, at which point the tide of the battle appears to have been turned by Zeus' single-handed efforts: . . .  The outcome still seems to be hanging in the balance, however, when we are abruptly plunged back into the general melee in lines 713-20, where this time it is the Hecatoncheires who turn the tide. In this second denouement we do not hear of Zeus or his storm weaponry playing any part, and the victory appears to be determined solely by the actions of the three allies. In his 1831 edition of the Theogony Goettling effectively eliminated the problem by ejecting 687-712 on the ground that Zeus' aristeia intolerably interrupts the "seriem narrationis." This remedy has subsequently received the sympathy of Meyer, Rzach, Aly, Mazon, Jacoby, van Groningen, and Kirk. Wilamowitz objected forcefully, however, that the retention of the aristeia is demanded by the thematic structure of the poem, as well as by everything that we can infer about Hesiod's theological convictions; without the aristeia, in his words, "hat die ganze Theogonie keinen Sinn und Hesiod keinen Glauben." He resolved the problem of the doubly-determined victory by arguing that the imprisoning of the wounded Titans "schickt sich nicht fUr die Olympier" and that this task therefore must fall to the Hecatoncheires, who first come into action for this purpose. Other defenders of the received text have similarly attempted to diminish the significance of the allied contribution. Schwenn felt that the only real importance of the Hecatoncheires is to arouse and incite the Olympians (and Zeus in particular) to greater efforts; it is then Zeus who does the "Hauptarbeit," with the allies merely finishing the job. P. Walcot likewise speaks of "'mopping up' operations" carried out by the Hecatoncheires after Zeus has done the lion's share of the work. . . .

As the representative examples cited above suggest, it has been typical of previous analyses of the Hesiodic Titanomachy to concentrate attention on Zeus at the expense of the Hecatoncheires. To understand why Hesiod has composed the Titanomachy as he has, it will be useful if we first examine more closely the role played by these allies; in particular, we should attempt to distinguish between the representation of the Hecatoncheires in Hesiod's poem and their significance in the traditional, pre-Hesiodic form of the myth. We can of course know nothing about the latter with certainty, but an analysis of Hesiod's text supplemented by the judicious use of comparative data can at least establish some strong probabilities. . . .After ten years of indecisive warfare, the Olympians free the Hecaton cheires from captivity on the advice of Gaia: . . . This prophecy is characteristically vague regarding just what the Hecatoncheires will contribute, but clearly they are to be thought of as some how necessary for victory: to tell someone who has been fighting with out success for ten years that he will be victorious if he solicits the support of certain allies is surely to imply that without that support the stalemate will continue. The narrative convention which guarantees that such prophecies always come true also guarantees that they are never superfluous. Moreover, in the description of the final action of the battle (713-20), the Titans are not ultimately scorched by lightning (as was Typhon, a true victim of Zeus' thunderbolt) but over whelmed by rocks-exactly three hundred rocks hurled, we must assume, by three hundred hands (715). It could not be made more numerically explicit that neither Zeus nor any of the other Olympians plays any part in this final action. In the end it is the Hecatoncheires who send the defeated Titans down to Tartaros (717-18), bind them in chains (718-19), and guard them, presumably for eternity (734-35).

Considering both the physical peculiarity of the allies and the manner of the Titans' final defeat, I would suggest that in the popular conception of this primordial battle the rocks were seen as the decisive weapon in the defeat of the Titans, rather than Zeus' thunderbolt, which he presumably had been wielding throughout the ten-year stalemate. It has on occasion even been suggested that in the earlier tradition the Titanomachy was exclusively a battle between the Titans and the Hecatoncheires. It is debatable whether we are justified, on the basis of such slim evidence, in eliminating completely the role of Zeus and the other Olympians in the pre-Hesiodic conception of this conflict. But I think that we can at least say that any reasonable interpretation of Hesiod's Titanomachy must recognize at the outset that the poet is bound by a popular tradition in which the hundred-handed allies are a decisive factor, if not the decisive factor, in the victory which first brought Zeus to power. In keeping with his idealization of Zeus' regency, Hesiod is trying to recast the Titanomachy, and especially Zeus' role in it, in the mold of heroic epic while perforce remaining within the broad limits set by this tradition. To this end many of the thematic trappings of human heroic warfare are present or at least suggested; the typical motifs of the hero's aristeia, arming with special weapons (cf. 501-6), war councils, and the pre-combat feast all serve to lend a heroic atmosphere to the struggle with the Titans, as does the fact that, like Homer's war, this one has been waged inconclusively for ten years.”

 - Tradition and Innovation in the Hesiodic Titanomachy by Robert Mondi

[perfectwench]

i like one post about p*nic *t th* d*sco and now my fyp is swamped with posts about them

[bartholomaus]

La ce iti foloseste sa stii numarul exact, doar tu poti sa explici. Stii care e definitia intelectualului? Omul care a invatat tot, a uitat tot, dar stie unde sa caute.

Motto:

Când copiezi dintr-o lucrare se numește plagiat.

Când copiezi din două lucrări, se numește compilație.

Când copiezi din trei sau mai multe lucrări, se numește documentare (cu condiția să indici sursele).

Democrația cu orice preț nu mai e democrație.

Un text scos din context devine un pretext.

Toleranța este virtutea omului fără convingeri. (G. K. Chesterton)

Toți oamenii sunt trecători. Nu toți trecătorii sunt oameni.

Dacă întotdeauna cel deștept cedează primul, înseamnă că pe lumea asta toate se vor face numai cum vor proștii.

Prostul, până nu-i fudul, parcă nu e prost destul!

Ignoranța nu e o stare veșnică. Prostia este.

Diferența dintre un om prost și unul inteligent este că prostul face mereu aceeași greșeală iar deșteptul face mereu alta.

Ești inteligent dacă nu crezi decât jumătate din ceea ce auzi; ești înțelept dacă știi care jumătate!

Ignoranți suntem cu toții, dar în domenii diferite. (William P. Rogers)

Nimic nu e mai scump decât ce primești gratis.

Non multa, sed multum! Nu multe (cantitativ) ci mult (calitativ)! Multum in parvo mult în puțin (Precept al lui Pitagora: „nu spuneți puțin în multe cuvinte, ci mult în puține cuvinte”). Quot linguas calles, tot homines vales (Câte limbi știi, de atâtea ori ești om - Dicton latin) Ridendo castigat mores (râsul îndreaptă moravurile)

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