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Rumor Has it
Kinkvember Day 12: Size Queen
ITZY Lee Chaeryeong x Male reader
âI canât believe Iâm with ITZYâs Chaeryeong,â the man murmured, voice heavy with disbelief as his eyes roamed her flushed face. âYouâre just so hot,â he added, the words tumbling out in a way that was meant to be flattering but only served to deepen the emptiness settling in her chest. His awe should have kindled somethingâpride, excitement, even a fleeting sense of satisfactionâbut it barely registered.
Chaeryeong lay on the unfamiliar bed, her body half-sunken into the cushions as he moved rhythmically, each thrust marked by an urgency that lacked any real warmth. His hands skimmed over her skin with a mechanical precision, more rote than passionate, as if he were caught up in the idea of her rather than the moment they shared. His breath came in shallow, heated bursts against her collarbone, but rather than igniting any spark within her, it only deepened the creeping impatience that gnawed at her.
Detachment wrapped around her like a cold wave, numbing her senses until it felt as though she were watching herself from above, disconnected and distant. The cracked, faded ceiling above was far more familiar, more interesting than the man whose movements quickened, already nearing the climax of their encounter.
The scene was painfully predictable, an act she could have performed in her sleep. The pattern was always the same: meet a guy, revel in the spark of attraction, then watch that spark die the moment intimacy began. It wasnât their lack of effort; many were charming, practiced, saying and doing all the right things. But beneath the flattery, the skilled movements, and the whispered praises, there was only the same worn-out script she had seen unfold too many times to count.
He caught her gaze, a confident smirk tugging at his lips. âI knew youâd be this wild,â he said, tracing a line down her side as if her silence was proof of his prowess. Chaeryeongâs lips curved into a slight, practiced smileâjust enough to maintain the illusion. She knew what he was looking for: affirmation, a performance. It was easier to provide it than let him glimpse the blankness she felt inside.
âTell me how good this feels," he whispered, voice thick with self-assured pride as he pushed forward. The words fell over her, hollow and ineffective, their intended power dissolving before it could ignite even a flicker of genuine response. She knew men like him all too wellâthe ones who craved validation, whose confidence was built on a steady diet of praise. They lived for these moments, hungry for reassurances that fed their ego as much as any touch or fleeting glance.
âMm-hmm,â she murmured, carefully calibrating her voice to mimic desire. Inside, the chasm of disinterest yawned wider, swallowing any pretense of excitement. His movements grew more erratic and rushed, signaling the approach of the end. Each gasp, each strained promise of how he would make her feel, only deepened her impatience. Her eyes wandered to the wall, where the paint peeled in thin, curling strips.
âFuck, youâre amazing,â he gasped, voice ragged as he tensed, releasing with a final, shuddering exhalation. The warmth splattered across her stomach, sudden and uncomfortable against her skin. He collapsed beside her, chest heaving, eyes closed with a self-satisfied smile curving his lips. The silence that followed pressed down on her, suffocating and familiar.
Chaeryeong stared at the ceiling, her expression unchanged, irritation simmering beneath her blank exterior. The mess was just another inconvenience, another reminder of how detached she felt from the entire experience. She sat up, reaching for the box of tissues on the bedside table, each swipe across her skin sharp with annoyance. The sticky remnants clung stubbornly, and she fought the urge to let out a sigh as she wiped it clean.
âThat was amazing, you loved it, didnât you?â he said, the lazy grin on his face matched only by the certainty in his voice. He looked up at her, eyes glinting with a kind of self-congratulation that made her jaw tighten.
âYeah,â she said absently, the word slipping out devoid of meaning. She crumpled the tissue and tossed it into the trash with more force than necessary, already turning her attention to putting her clothes back on. The quicker she dressed, the sooner she could escape the weight of his gaze and the aftermath of a night that felt like just another checkbox ticked.
âYouâre leaving?â His tone shifted, a hint of surprise breaking through his post-coital haze.
âYeah, something came up,â she said, already buttoning her jeans and reaching for her jacket. She didnât spare him a glance, the cool air from the hallway whispering in as she opened the door.
âOh, well⌠okay. I guess Iâll see you around?â The words trailed after her, carrying the echo of confusion and a touch of disappointment.
âMaybe,â she muttered, stepping into the hallway. The door closed behind her, muffling his presence, and she let out a silent breath. The street outside stretched dark and quiet, the distant hum of traffic soothing in its consistency. With each step away, the encounter faded into the background, another scene in a cycle she was desperate to break.
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The next day, Chaeryeong walked into the studio, the weight of last nightâs disconnection lingering around her like an unwelcome shadow. The steady thump of music in the background was a familiar comfort, its rhythmic beat grounding her as she stepped into the safe haven of dance practice. Here, she could shed the emptiness, rediscovering herself in the movements and the sweat.
As she moved down the hallway, she nearly bumped into youâa newer dancer known for your laid-back, shy demeanor that had a certain charm. The unexpected encounter made her pause, and she blinked up at you, adjusting the strap of her bag with an almost self-conscious touch.
âOh, hey,â you said, eyes widening with surprise before a soft, genuine smile spread across your face. Your voice carried a hint of nervousness, but it was endearing, a reflection of your gentle nature.
âHey,â she replied, her tone casual but warm. Chaeryeong had seen you before, exchanged a few words here and there, but your interactions were always routineâcomfortable, familiar, but devoid of any real thrill or spark. Still, there was something grounding about your presence, an easy reliability in an industry full of fleeting faces and shallow exchanges.
âHowâs it going?â you asked, shifting the strap of your own bag and glancing at her with a mix of shyness and openness.
âGood,â Chaeryeong answered with a brief look toward her makeup room. âJust getting ready for practice.â
âSame here,â you said with a small, awkward chuckle, nodding toward the practice room behind you. âWell, Iâll catch you later.â
âYeah, see you,â she echoed, stepping past you as the moment seamlessly blended into the rest of her day.
Settling into her makeup chair, Chaeryeong projected an air of calm as the room buzzed around her with practiced chaos. Stylists moved efficiently, tugging at her hair and trimming stray ends while she scrolled through her phone, barely registering the cascade of notifications on the screen. Despite the morningâs encounter, her mind drifted back to the comforting rhythm of dance, where she could momentarily leave everything else behind.
A sudden murmur of gossip cut through the ambient chatter, the tone sharp enough to catch her attention.
âDid you hear about the new dancer?â one stylist whispered, drawing out her words as if relishing their weight.
Chaeryeongâs pulse quickened, but she kept her expression neutral, eyes glued to her phone as though she hadnât heard.
âOh yeah,â another stylist chimed in, her red lipstick as bold as the knowing smile she wore. âThey say heâs... well, really well-endowed.â She stretched out the last words, savoring the ripple of reactions they prompted and darting her eyes around for signs of who was listening.
Heat crept up Chaeryeongâs neck, her cheeks warming despite her best attempt at indifference. In the mirror, she caught a glimpse of the stylists exchanging conspiratorial looks, their excitement palpable. She focused back on her phone, but the whispered words replayed in her mind, stubbornly refusing to fade.
âWhere did you hear that?â a third stylist asked, her eyes wide as if this were the juiciest piece of news in weeks.
âSomeone in the wardrobe department,â the second stylist replied, leaning in conspiratorially. âThey saw him changing during a show. It was... unmistakable.â
Unmistakable. The word lodged itself in Chaeryeongâs mind. She scolded herself for the flicker of interest that sparked within her. Itâs just gossip, she reminded herself. But the allure of whispered secrets had a way of sticking, no matter how much she tried to brush them off.
Chaeryeong attempted to shake off the chatter, but it clung to her thoughts, feeding her curiosity. She opened a recent group photo on her phone from a past shoot, eyes scanning your face, searching for... what, exactly? She didnât know. The absurdity of it made her bite back a sigh.
She locked her screen and set her phone down, chastising herself. This is ridiculous, she thought, trying to push the rumor out of her mind. But it lingered at the edges, a persistent tickle she couldnât quite dismiss.
A few days later, Chaeryeong found herself tucked into a quiet corner of a cafĂŠ, a rare escape from the whirlwind of studio life. The hum of coffee machines and the clinking of cups provided a soothing backdrop, calming her frayed nerves. She took a slow sip of her latte, savoring the warmth that radiated through her.
Her peace was short-lived. From a nearby table, lively voices cut through the mellow atmosphere. Natty and Julie, two bright junior members of Kiss of Life, were leaning into each other, their laughter infectiously carefree. Their energy filled the small cafĂŠ, vibrant and uncontainable.
Chaeryeong wasnât trying to eavesdrop, but their excitement was impossible to ignore.
âSo... have you heard about the hot topic recently?â Nattyâs eyes were wide, her voice tinged with thrill.
Julieâs grin widened as she lowered her voice. âOh my God, yes! Everyoneâs talking about it. You mean... the rumor?â
Chaeryeongâs fingers drummed lightly against her mug. Sheâd heard variations of this story a hundred times beforeâmomentary bursts of intrigue that swirled through the industry, more smoke than fire. Yet, there was something magnetic about the way these whispers spread. No matter how hard she tried to tune out, the animated tones and shared glances drew her in.
âYeah, you know... the rumor,â Natty said, barely suppressing her giggles.
Julie leaned back, crossing her arms with a playful smirk. âHonestly, I kind of want to see if itâs true.â
Nattyâs eyes widened, shock mixed with amusement. âWait, what? Youâre actually thinking of... finding out?â
A daring glint crossed Julieâs face. âWhy not? Everyoneâs acting like heâs some kind of god. Heâs always so nice and friendly. It wouldnât be that hard to get close.â
Natty shook her head, half-amused, half-incredulous. âYouâre wild! What if itâs not true? Or worse, what if it is?â
Julieâs eyes sparkled mischievously. âThatâs what makes it fun! Iâm not just going to ask him, obviously. But if the opportunity comes up... why not?â
Chaeryeong took another sip of her coffee, pretending to focus on the view outside. The boldness of youth was something she recognized from her own early days. They were fearless, driven by curiosity and the thrill of what-ifs. But she knew better now. Rumors had a way of spiraling, turning curiosity into consequences.
Yet, their conversation lingered in her thoughts, winding its way into the quiet spaces of her mind. Could there be any truth to it? It was absurd, but the question gnawed at her. She tried to brush it off as idle curiosity, but the story held on like a stubborn melody.
With a sigh, Chaeryeong set down her mug and stood, casting a glance back at Natty and Julie. They were still deep in conversation, laughter bubbling over as they reveled in their world of daring and speculation. Their faces were bright, full of life untouched by the cynicism that came with years in the industry.
As Chaeryeong stepped into the crisp autumn air, a bemused smile tugged at her lips. Maybe, in their own ways, everyone was searching for a little excitement, a hint of truth buried in the glitz and chaos. In the unpredictable realm of K-pop, who wouldnât want to peek behind the curtain to find out what was real?
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On a quiet afternoon, Chaeryeong sprawled across the cool floor of the practice room, her body still humming from hours of intense rehearsal. The mingling scents of sweat and faint traces of perfume filled the air, and the ache in her muscles was a satisfying reminder of her hard work. For a brief moment, silence settled over the room, seeping into her exhaustion and offering a rare sense of peace.
The stillness was broken by the soft, deliberate clicks of Ryujinâs phone. Every few moments, Ryujinâs lips would curl into a smirk, her eyes flickering with amusement as she scrolled through whatever had caught her attention. Chaeryeong, trying to focus on stretching out her legs, found herself drawn to the subtle shifts in Ryujinâs expression.
âWhatâs got you giggling?â Chaeryeong asked, her tone casual but laced with curiosity. She lifted an arm over her head, feeling the pull in her shoulder, though the stretch couldnât quite outmatch the intrigue sparked by Ryujinâs grin.
âOh, just some juicy gossip,â Ryujin replied, snapping her phone shut and looking up with a mischievous glint. âYouâve heard the latest about him, havenât you?â
Chaeryeong raised an eyebrow, her heart giving a small, involuntary skip. âIâve heard bits and pieces. Whatâs new?â
Ryujin leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. âWell, rumor has it things have taken an⌠interesting turn.â
Chaeryeong found herself inching closer, her interest piqued. âInteresting how?â
âRemember that new staff member from production? Long hair, brunette, always with the clipboard?â Ryujinâs voice dropped even further as Chaeryeong nodded, recalling the confident, polished woman whoâd been around the studio lately. âApparently, she tried to hook up with him, but it didnât go as planned.â
Chaeryeongâs eyes widened. âWhat do you mean?â
Ryujin savored the suspense, a smile playing on her lips. âShe called it off halfway through. Said it was âtoo muchâ for her.â
Chaeryeongâs mouth fell open in disbelief, a small laugh escaping before she could stop it. âYouâre serious?â
Ryujinâs nod was triumphant. âCompletely. Sheâs been avoiding him ever since.â The way Ryujin spoke made it clear she found the entire thing endlessly entertaining. âCan you imagine? She didnât even finish!â
Chaeryeong leaned back, trying to process the bizarre twist. Until now, the rumors had been little more than idle chatter, a way to pass the time between rehearsals. But this? This felt differentâspecific, almost too wild to be entirely made up.
âThatâs beyond crazy,â she muttered, shaking her head. âSo she really just⌠walked away?â
Ryujinâs smile widened. âToo intense for her, apparently. Makes the rumor even juicier, right?â
Chaeryeong chuckled, fingers brushing her forehead as if to clear the strangeness from her thoughts. Sheâd always seen you as quiet and reserved, an enigma wrapped in an unassuming presence. Youâd danced beside her, shared jokes and casual conversations, but now it felt like a veil of mystery had fallen over you, changing how she saw you.
Ryujin noticed the flicker of interest in Chaeryeongâs eyes and pounced on it. âNot curious at all?â
Chaeryeong scoffed, though a faint warmth crept up her neck. âItâs just gossip. Things like this always get exaggerated.â
Ryujin laughed knowingly. âMaybe. But admit it, thereâs a part of you that wants to know. And whoâs to say there isnât some truth hidden in there?â
Chaeryeong rolled her eyes, trying to brush off Ryujinâs teasing, but a reluctant smile played on her lips. âOkay, maybe Iâm a little curious,â she conceded.
âExactly,â Ryujin said, leaning back with a victorious nod. âAnd who knows? Youâve worked with him more than anyone. If anyone can figure out whatâs real, itâs you.â
Chaeryeongâs expression turned wary. âAre you suggesting I go looking for answers?â
âNot exactly,â Ryujin replied with a wink. âBut it wouldnât hurt to keep your eyes open. You never know what you might find.â
As Chaeryeong stood up, stretching her arms high above her head, the tension in her muscles eased, but a new kind of tension lingered in her mind. âIâm not getting caught up in this,â she said, trying to sound resolute.
Ryujinâs smirk deepened. âSure. Just donât blame me when you canât stop wondering.â
Chaeryeongâs gaze drifted across the empty room. Though she said nothing, her thoughts inevitably circled back to youâthe unexpected center of a rumor that refused to fade. Despite herself, she couldnât help but wonder if there was more to you than she had realized.
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In the days that followed, her resolve to ignore the gossip unraveled bit by bit. Every break in rehearsal, sheâd catch snippets of whispered conversations, soft voices punctuated by the thrill of the latest gossip. The room seemed charged, the air thick with secrets woven together in webs of speculation, and the more she tried to tune it out, the more the curiosity gnawed at her.
It was a curious thing, the way her perception of you began to shift. In her mind, the once-awkward grin and boyish shyness youâd worn so easily took on a new, shadowed dimension. Sheâd always seen you as the soft-spoken one, the one who was quietly supportive, almost unassuming. But now, even a passing glance was tinged with the echo of those whispered stories, and each encounter left her feeling as if sheâd glimpsed only a fraction of who you really were.
The questions pulsed in her thoughts, gaining a stubborn grip, no matter how often she told herself it was only idle gossip. What if the quiet you sheâd known was only part of the story? What if there was a depth, a mystery lurking beneath the surface, a piece of you yet to be uncovered?
With every passing day, her curiosity transformed from a soft, passing thought into an itch that lingered, whispering at the back of her mind. And though she told herself to brush it aside, Chaeryeong couldnât help but wonder. In a world built on appearances and carefully constructed images, maybe there was something real beneath all the stories. And maybeâjust maybeâsheâd find herself wanting to know who you truly were.
Then, one afternoon, it seemed as though fortune had finally aligned in her favor. Practice had stretched longer than usual, the group winding down and slowly dispersing in pairs or small clusters, chatter buzzing through the air. Chaeryeong, catching her breath near the edge of the practice room, happened to look up just as you turned the corner into the hallway, your figure briefly silhouetted against the light streaming in from the corridor.
Your gaze found hers, and in that brief, quiet exchange, you offered a shy, slightly lopsided smileâa familiar look that made her pulse skip, the awkward charm in it disarming and strangely magnetic. In that moment, something sparked in Chaeryeongâs chest, a flicker of boldness mixed with curiosity. Today, she insisted, Iâll find out more.
Whether it was the way you moved, calm and at ease despite the groupâs lively presence, or the weight of the unanswered questions lingering in her mind, she couldnât ignore the pull anymore. The hallway felt smaller, the walls pressing closer as she crossed the distance between you, her footsteps light but deliberate.
âHey!â she called out, her tone casual but carrying a note of unmistakable purpose. You paused, a slight furrow of confusion forming on your brow as you turned. âCan you help me with something?â she asked, her smile warm but with a hint of mischief that made your eyes narrow in curiosity.
âOh, uh⌠sure. What do you need?â you replied, polite and almost cautious, your tone laced with that familiar modesty she had come to expect from you.
âThereâs something broken in my dressing room,â she replied, her tone smooth and casual as she gestured down the hallway. Ignoring the flicker of uncertainty that crossed your face, she took a step forward, inviting you to follow her. You hesitated, but soon enough, you fell into step beside her, the two of you making your way through the quiet corridor toward her dressing room.
Her heart pounded as you neared the door, the quiet intensity of her decision hitting her as she led you inside, closing the door behind. For a moment, you looked around, a faint confusion in your expression as you glanced around the small space.
âSo⌠what exactly is broken?â you asked, your brow lifting as you scanned the room, clearly searching for any sign of damage.
A smile crept onto her face, playful and assured. âThereâs nothing broken,â she said softly, watching as the realization dawned in your expression. âI just wanted to get you alone.â
Your eyes widened, surprise and hesitation crossing your face as you struggled to find a response. âAlone? I⌠I donât reallyâŚâ
She reached out, placing a hand on your arm in a gentle but firm gesture, her gaze steady. âYouâve probably heard the rumors about you,â she said, her voice quiet, laced with both curiosity and determination.
Your face flushed, a deep crimson that betrayed your nervousness, and you quickly averted your gaze. âI-I donât really pay attention to that stuff,â you stammered, shifting uncomfortably.
âWell, I do,â she replied, her voice lowering to a near-whisper, her breath warm and close. âAnd Iâm curious.â
You blinked, taken aback, struggling to process her words. âCurious? About⌠about what?â Your voice was barely a murmur, your gaze flicking nervously between her face and the door.
âAbout whether the rumors are true,â she continued, taking a step closer, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made the air between you both feel electric. She could feel your hesitation, but she wasnât about to back downânot now.
Your breath hitched, and you took a small step back, the uncertainty clear in your expression. âI⌠I donât think this is a good idea, Chaeryeong.â
But she only smiled, undeterred by the protest, taking the soft reluctance as a sign that she was closer to the truth than sheâd expected. âI think itâs a great idea,â she said softly, her gaze steady as she leaned in, her hand tracing a slow line down your arm.
Before you could voice another word of protest, she closed the space between you, capturing your lips with her own in a kiss that was unhurried but unmistakably confident. You froze, the surprise evident as her warmth pressed against you, but after a moment, your hands found her waist, responding with an uncertainty that melted into something softer, bolder.
When she pulled back, your breath was shallow, confusion and conflict swirling in your gaze as you looked at her, trying to find the words. âChaeryeong, I⌠I donât want you to thinkââ
She lifted a finger to your lips, silencing you with a soft shush. âYou donât have to explain anything. I want this.â
Your expression betrayed your uncertainty, but beneath it, there was a flicker of something elseâa tension, an attraction you seemed to be struggling to contain. âBut⌠what if this isnâtââ
âDonât overthink it,â she murmured, her voice soft as her hand found yours, guiding it gently. Her fingers brushed against your skin, warm and light, and you felt the world around you blur, the small room shrinking to just the two of you. âJust show me.â
âShow you?â you repeated, the words barely escaping your lips as you tried to steady yourself, her gaze holding yours with a quiet intensity that felt almost like a challenge.
Her smirk widened, her hand trailing downward, brushing against you with a deliberate slowness that sent a surge of heat through the quiet room. âShow me what Iâve been hearing about.â
A heavy silence fell between you, your gaze flicking toward the door, conflicted but drawn in by the certainty in her eyes. Something shifted in you thenâwhether it was the thrill of the moment, the pull of her confidence, or the simple desire to finally let go of your restraint, you couldnât tell. You nodded slowly, your hands moving to the buttons of your shirt, your breath shallow as her eyes followed every motion.
As the last button fell open, Chaeryeongâs gaze grew intense, her breath catching as she took you in. For a moment, the noise and tension of the studio outside felt like a distant memory, her curiosity and excitement heightening with each second. Itâs real, she thought, the truth of all the whispers and gossip settling into place, striking her with a thrill she hadnât fully expected.
"Wow the rumors are true," she whispered, stepping closer. Her hands gently guided you to sit on the plush couch. "I've been looking for someone to be able to fulfill my needs and you are formidable" she admitted, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper.
Sitting down, your heart pounded as Chaeryeong knelt before you. There was a moment of stillness, her eyes locked with yours, before she leaned in. Her breath was warm against your member as she began, her touch sending waves of electricity through your body.
She started slowly, her lips parting to take you in, her movements deliberate and gentle. You could feel her tongue, soft and exploratory, circling the tip before she took more of you into her mouth. The warmth, the wetness, it was overwhelming.
As Chaeryeong continued, she seemed to grow more empowered with each inch she took. Her eyes, when they met yours, were filled with a proud determination. She was proving something to herself as much as she was pleasuring you.
The air was thick with anticipation and the subtle scent of her exertion. She was focused, each movement more deliberate and bold than the last. Her determination was palpable, and you could see it in the way she bit her bottom lip as she concentrated.
Her hands gripped your thighs tightly, using your body for support as she pushed herself to take more of you. With each movement, she adjusted her technique, learning as she went, adapting to the situation with a skill that only came from experience and a deep understanding of her craft.
You could feel the tension building in the room as she took more of you, sinking deeper with each thrust. Her breathing became heavier, and you could hear the soft sounds of her exertion, mingling with the sound of her lips against your skin. Her hair brushed against your thighs as she moved, a soft and sensual contrast to the firmness of her grip.
Finally, she reached the base, her lips pressed against you as she took all of you in. It was a moment of pure intimacy and connection, a testament to her skill and dedication. And as she held you there, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration and respect for the woman before you.
The feeling of your entire body being enveloped by warmth and tightness was overwhelming. You could feel the muscles of their throat contracting and relaxing around you, creating an indescribable level of pleasure that left you trembling. The sensation of being so completely encased was both thrilling and intimidating, and you couldn't help but let out a gasp of disbelief.
"No one has ever taken me so well before," you managed to say, your voice thick with emotion and desire. Your words were muffled, but still understandable, as you were still buried deep within them. You could hear the surprise and satisfaction in your own voice, and it only served to heighten your arousal.
The experience was so intense and all-consuming that you found it hard to think or speak clearly. You were lost in a sea of pleasure, your mind and body fully focused on the sensations coursing through you. You couldn't believe the level of arousal from being completely inside Chaeryeong's throat.Â
She paused for a brief moment, pulling back slowly with a satisfied, almost victorious smile gracing her lips. Her eyes slightly teary but gleamed with a sense of pride and accomplishment, as if she had just uncovered a hidden treasure. In a way, she had discovered exactly how to please you in a manner that was unique to her.
She plunged back down, enveloping your shaft once again with her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue danced and swirled around your member, exploring every inch with a curiosity that was both exhilarating and arousing. The rhythm she employed was methodical and precise, building up a steady momentum that left you breathless and wanting more.
Chaeryeong's technique was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. She moved with a confidence and fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly, as if she had been practicing this art for centuries. Every movement was deliberate and calculated, designed to elicit the maximum amount of pleasure from your body.
As she continued to work her magic, you could feel the tension building way too quick, like a coiled spring ready to burst. your muscles tensed and released, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you struggled to maintain control. But it was no use she had you under her spell, and there was nothing you could do but surrender to the inevitable.
Without warning, the peak arrived embarrassingly quickly, your body tensed up as you surrendered to the intense climax. A wave of pleasure washed over you from head to toe. Crying out her name, your fingers tangled in her hair, pushing her deeper as you rode out the high. Chaeryeong, who was completely dedicated to the moment, took you in as deeply as she could, her jaw stretched wide open to its maximum capacity. However, even with her best efforts, some of your release managed to escape past her lips, leaving a glistening trail that made its way down her chin. The sight of it was incredibly arousing, and it was clear that Chaeryeong had given her all to the moment, creating an unforgettable experience that would be etched in your memory for a long time.
She sat back on her heels, a look of satisfaction and slight surprise on her face as swallowed as much of your release as possible, savoring the taste as she wiped the corner of her mouth. Her chest heaved, not just from the physical exertion, but from the thrill of her achievement.
"Fuck, I cant wait to have you in my guts," she said, her voice a mix of pride and a playful challenge.
You could only nod, still reeling from the intensity, your mind buzzing with the intimacy of the moment.
As she straddled you with a grace that belied her iron will, the air around you thickened with anticipation. "I told you, I'm not like the others," she murmured, her voice a sultry blend of promise and challenge that seemed to resonate with the very walls of the room. "I'm going to take it all, every inch of you."
Chaeryeong reached down and positioned you member along her toned tummy. the outline of your shaft reaching past her belly button and the sight only seemed to heighten her arousal. She lifted herself up and placed your tip right at her entrance. As the first surge of her entry made contact, a sharp and searing connection coursed through both of you, a potent mixture of challenge and exhilaration. Ugh, finally the words echoed in her mind, a silent testament to the culmination of her relentless pursuit.
Her body's response to your formidable presence was visceral, yielding and stretching in a way that was almost overwhelming. It was a threshold moment, where the line between pleasure and pain blurred into a singular, exquisite sensation. The initial sting of the stretch was rapidly eclipsed by a rush of empowerment, a triumphant defiance that scoffed at any hint of intimidation.
As each second ticked by, she experienced a growing sense of command and authority over the situation. She welcomed the intensity, the complexity, and the overwhelming power of the experience, using it to bolster her confidence and firm her resolve.
The moment was profound for both of you, a shared experience of vulnerability and intimacy that neither had encountered before. As you moved together in a rhythm as old as time, there was a sense of exploration, a journey into the uncharted territories of each other's bodies and souls.
For you, the sensation was overwhelmingly new. The initial penetration was a revelation, the heat of her inner walls enveloped you, the tightness and the pulsating warmth bonded you to her in a way words could scarcely capture. Every inch was cradled by her as you became one. It was as if the very essence of your being was being drawn out, channeled through the physical connection that tethered you to her.
While for Chaeryeong, the experience was equally transformative. She felt a stretching, a yielding of her deepest self to accommodate your presence. The depths of her womb were stirred as if from a long slumber. It was as though ancient, primal instincts were roused, acknowledging the potential of creation that lay within the act.
Her body responded with a knowing of its own, a subtle undulation that seemed to draw you in further, inviting you to explore the innermost sanctum of her being. With each movement, she felt more alive, more in tune with the ebbs and flows of her own desire, mirroring the dance of life itself.
Her breaths grew deeper, her grasp tightened, and her spirit soared. She reveled in the realization that she was not merely a passive participant in this dance of passionâshe was the masterful conductor, leading them both in this symphony of sensation and connection.
With every sinuous sway of her hips, Chaeryeong's dominance unfurled like a nocturnal bloom, each movement a testament to her unyielding control. She danced a dance of power that commanded the space around her, her body moving with a precision and intent that was nothing short of mesmerizing. Her voice, rich and velvety, wove a sultry symphony that resonated with the raw essence of confidence and command, her words hanging in the air like a seductive incantation.
"Ugh, fuck you're huge," she murmured, her breaths short and quick from the exertion of her rhythmic movements. "You'll never feel this good with anyone else." Her words, laced with a potent blend of pleasure and cunning seduction, curled into the air like tendrils of smoke, captivating the senses and ensnaring the mind. In that moment, Chaeryeong was the embodiment of dominance, her presence an indomitable force that rewrote the rules of engagement, leaving an indelible mark on the soul.
Your gaze was locked onto the vision before youâChaeryeong's face, a canvas of pure pleasure, her body undulating with a rhythm that resonated deep within your being. A moan escaped your lips, a testament to the desire that was building like a crescendo within you.
She sensed your struggle, the battle to maintain control as you teetered on the brink of something monumental. "Look at you," she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to caress your soul. Her fingers traced a delicate path along your jawline, a touch that was both tender and tantalizing. "I'm making you feel so good, aren't I?"
Her words were a silken web, ensnaring you in a trap of yearning from which there was no escape. "You're going to lose yourself in me, aren't you?" she continued, a hint of satisfaction threading through her tone. "After this, you won't want anyone else. Youâll be mine."
Your grip tightened around her waist, a futile attempt to anchor yourself amidst the tumultuous sea of sensations. "I... I can't hold back much longer, Chaeryeong," you confessed, the urgency in your voice betraying your helplessness.
Her smirk was a promise of the inevitable, her movements an expertly choreographed invitation to let go. "Oh, why would you hold back? I want to feel every last bit of you inside me," she teased, her own excitement evident in the catch of her breath.
The air between you crackled with electricity, each touch, each movement fueling the fire that raged within. The rhythm of your union grew ever more insistent, a siren's call to the depths of abandon. "I wonât be able to stop," you managed to utter, a final warning as your eyes locked with hers, the last vestiges of your resolve dissolving under the weight of your need for her.
Chaeryeong's response was a whisper that scorched your ear and sent a fresh cascade of desire down your spine. "Thatâs exactly what I want. Show me how much you need me," she commanded, her voice a low thrum that resonated with the primal beat of your hearts.
With a renewed fervor, she moved against you, her hips a maelstrom of motion that drove you both inexorably toward the precipice. The world outside this room ceased to exist; only the two of you remained, entwined and moving as one. The couch beneath you protested faintly, its legs scraping against the floorâa mere whisper compared to the symphony of your mingled breaths and the roar of passion that enveloped you.
"Cum for me," she urged, her voice a blend of triumph and anticipation. "Show me youâre mine."
With a final, surrendering thrust, you reached the zenith of pleasure, your voice breaking in a raw, primal cry as ecstasy consumed you. "I'm cumming," you declared, your body a conduit for the overwhelming surge of release that coursed through every nerve.
The room was thick with the scent of passion, a musky perfume that clung to the air and enveloped the two entwined figures. Chaeryeong's breaths came in short, sharp gasps. Her body, slick with the exertion of their shared dance, moved with an urgency that matched the pounding of her heart, a drumbeat that seemed to echo the rhythm of their lovemaking.
As she surrendered to the waves of her climax, she found herself immersed in an ocean of bliss, her body quivering beneath the relentless surge of rapture. "Yes! I'm cumming! Fill me up" she screamed, her cries a declaration of victory.
Each pump of your seed overflowing within her propelled her to new heights, a sensation that had once been merely a fantastical dream, now vividly experienced. Her body convulsed and succumbed to the intensity, her cries intermingling with the potent atmosphere of the room, culminating in an intoxicating sensory symphony. At long last, she had discovered the pinnacle of her sexual quest, the ultimate fulfillment that had eluded her until this moment of unbridled surrender.
Her fingers, like talons, clawed at your chest, not out of aggression but from a primal need to mark you as hers. She sought to erase the boundaries between you, to blur the lines until there was no her, no you, but a singular entity caught in the throes of passion. It was as if she believed that with enough force, enough desire, she could fuse your very essences together, creating a bond that transcended the physical realm.
As the warmth of the moment settled around you both, Chaeryeongâs fingers moved with slow, intentional strokes along your collarbone, lingering as if marking her place. She traced small circles over your skin, her touch both gentle and claiming, a wordless reminder that she held a special kind of control here. Her gaze lingered on you, unwavering and filled with a spark of something deeper, a hint of possessive pride in the effect she had on you.
She leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice low and deliberate. âYou know,â she murmured, each word sinking in with quiet intensity, âno one else could ever take you like I do.â Her fingers drifted to your jawline, holding you there as she spoke, her eyes narrowing slightly, studying you in a way that felt intimate, almost territorial. âYouâre mine now,â she added softly, her voice laced with a blend of warmth and certainty, as if she had no doubt of the truth in her words.
There was a satisfaction in her expression, a quiet, possessive pride that seemed to fill the space between you. Her hand found yours, and her grip tightened, an unspoken promise in the way her fingers intertwined with yours. âWhen you want this again���âshe gave your hand a gentle squeezeââyouâll know exactly where to find me.â
Her eyes never left yours, her gaze intense and steady as if binding you to her in an unbreakable vow. She leaned forward, her lips pressing against yours in a kiss that was slow and lingering, a deliberate, possessive mark she left there like a signature, something to remember her by.
When she finally pulled away, the warmth of her core around your shaft vanished, replaced by the cold, empty air that only made you crave her all the more. As she rose, a trace of your seed slipped down from her glistening folds. The sight stirred something primal within youâa longing that went beyond desire, a need to be inside her again, to feel that consuming warmth at all times.
Her hand lingered on your chest as she looked down at you, her gaze satisfied yet somehow gentle, as if savoring the effect sheâd left on you. Her fingers traced along your jaw, her touch warm and lingering, as if marking you with the memory of her presence.
With an effortless grace, she rose to her feet and cast one last, lingering look back at you. Her gaze held a quiet dominance, an unspoken assurance that the spark between you was entirely hers to command. She dressed herself swiftly, leaving the lingering trace of your essence inside her, a mark of the connection youâd just shared. And as she slipped away, her touch, her warmth, and the faint, visceral reminder of your bond wrapped around you like an invisible tetherâone you knew youâd carry long after she was gone.
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vacation gone wrong
sana x fem!reader
synopsis: you and sana, workaholic doctors, go on a vacation for a week. no phones, no surgeries, just the two of you. what could go wrong?
wc: 2.7k
warnings: iâd say none. itâs just really fluffy with chaos lol
it was supposed to be the perfect anniversary getaway.
sana, your brilliant and often frustratingly busy cardiothoracic surgeon wife, had been working her ass off for months. saving lives, performing surgeries, managing a department full of patients - she was damn good at it. but even she knew she needed a break. so, youâd both agreed: a week in a cozy, secluded cabin by a quiet lake. no phones, no surgeries, just you two, and maybe some wine and cuddling. a fucking dream, right?
youâd been married for five years now, which felt both like a lifetime and like it had all happened yesterday. both of you were workaholics, driven by the same damn passion for helping others. but this? this was about you two. about the break you both desperately needed.
but of course, the universe had other plans.
it started innocently enough. you and sana were driving through the winding mountain roads, music playing low in the background. you were laughing about something dumb - the kind of stupid, inside joke only long-term couples could understand. sanaâs hand was resting on the gearshift, and you kept sneaking glances at her because, letâs be real, she was hot as hell, even after five years.
âcan you believe weâve been married for five years?â you ask, your voice dripping with affection.
sana smirks, eyes soft. âfeels like just yesterday we were sitting in that little coffee shop, bitching about how insane our schedules were.â
you chuckle. âi remember you telling me youâd never have time for a relationship.â
âdid i?â she laughs, glancing over at you, her eyes glinting mischievously. âi mustâve been lying.â
âdamn right you were.â you poke her shoulder playfully, but just as you do, a sudden, bone-shaking screech fills the air, followed by the unmistakable sound of metal crunching. the car jerks to the side.
âhold on!â sana yells, her voice suddenly sharp and focused. she yanks the wheel to avoid a head-on collision with an out-of-control truck, its tire blown, veering into your lane.
your heart slams in your chest as sana wrestles with the wheel, your stomach flipping as the truck skids past. you blink, trying to regain your bearings, your pulse hammering.
âyou good?â sana asks, voice tight, eyes scanning you. her hands are already checking the dashboard, her medical mind clicking into high gear.
you nod, trying to calm the hell down. âyeah, iâm fine. are you?â
âiâm good,â she mutters, still scanning the road. âiâm pulling over to check on them.â
you open your mouth to protest, to remind her that this was supposed to be vacation, but sheâs already out of the car, her white coat flapping as she rushes to the truck. you canât help but roll your eyes. âsana, seriously?â
you follow her anyway, because what else are you going do? youâre both doctors. youâve seen your fair share of chaos. but when you see the truck driver, an elderly man sitting in his seat, looking a little dazed but otherwise fine, your worry shifts to something else entirely: a motorcycle zooming towards you from behind, clearly out of control.
you spin around, your stomach dropping. âsana! get down!â
but itâs too late. the bike rider is coming in too fast, and before you can even think, the rider crashes into a tree just a few feet from where sana is kneeling by the truck driver.
fuck.
sanaâs on her feet before you can blink, already running toward the downed rider, her doctor instincts kicking in. you follow her, your own heart in your throat, your mind racing. the woman on the bike is unconscious but breathing, and sanaâs hands are all business, checking for any injuries.
you try not to stare at her, but goddamn, youâre impressed. itâs always hot when sheâs in âdoctor mode,â but watching her save people like this? itâs next-level.
the next few hours blur together. you both take care of the elderly truck driver, call for an ambulance, and tend to the motorcycle rider, who thankfully wakes up, grumbling about how sheâs going to be âso sore tomorrow.â youâre just glad sheâs alive. by the time the paramedics arrive, youâre both covered in dirt and leaves, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
you climb back into the car, still trying to catch your breath. âdo you think weâll actually make it to the cabin this time, or is that asking too much?â
sana glances at you, shaking her head and smirking. âyou really think this is it? the universeâs done with us? babe, weâre not even close to being done yet.â
you laugh, but you both know sheâs right. youâve barely started the damn vacation and already the universe is giving you a full course of bullshit. but, as you glance over at her - tired but unshaken, a little dirt streaked across her cheek, but still radiant - you feel a surge of fondness. maybe this is it. maybe itâs not about the vacation. itâs about surviving this shitshow together.
the next day, after a restless night full of nightmares and whispered reassurances from your wife, you start the drive again. youâre both cautiously optimistic as you cruise through a forested section of the road, sunlight flickering through the trees.
but of course, just as you round a bend, thereâs a loud cracking sound. a deer bolts out of the trees, eyes wide with terror, running straight into your path.
âsana, fucking stop!â you shout as she slams on the brakes, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest as the car skids across the gravel. the deer bounds away, a blur of brown and panic. the car comes to a stop, just barely missing it.
you both exhale like youâve been holding your breath the entire time. âokay, okay, thatâs it,â you mutter, hands trembling. âi think we should just go home.â
âno.â sanaâs tone is firm, eyes steely, even though you know sheâs just as rattled as you are. âweâre fine. weâve got this.â
you both know damn well that youâre far from fine, but you also know that neither of you will let this stop you.
by day three, the frustration has started to settle in. another near-miss, another car accident. itâs getting fucking ridiculous. youâve almost come to terms with the fact that this vacation is cursed when another damn van suddenly swerves into your lane, sliding toward you at a terrifying speed.
âsana!â you scream, but you know sheâs already on it. the car swerves, just barely missing the van, the side mirror of the van grazing your bumper. a few seconds later, the van skids into a ditch.
another. fucking. near-miss. youâve both barely processed it when you pull over once more.
âokay, okay,â you mutter, voice a little raw. âmaybe weâre just not supposed to have a vacation, huh?â
sana turns to you, her expression softening despite the exhaustion in her eyes. âmaybe weâre just meant to be together. no matter what.â
sheâs right. no matter how many times life throws a curveball, you two always come back to each other. and honestly? you wouldnât have it any other way.
finally, on the fifth day, you both make it to the cabin. youâre bruised, battered, but somehow, more in love than ever. youâve survived every crash, every disaster, because you had each other. the cabin door slams shut behind you, cutting off the chaos of the world.
and as you sit on the porch that evening, staring out at the peaceful lake, you feel the weight of the world finally lift. the chaos is over. for now, anyway.
âfive years,â you murmur, your hand in hers as you both look up at the stars.
âfive more, and five after that,â she whispers, her voice like a promise.
âmaybe ten,â you grin, nudging her shoulder.
the universe can keep throwing bullshit your way, but youâve got this. together. and thatâs all that matters.
bonus scene: dinner at the lakeside restaurant
after what felt like an eternity of mishaps, you and sana finally settled into a quiet dinner at a lakeside restaurant. the space was warm, intimate, with soft lighting and the hum of conversation filling the air. you could almost forget the chaos of the past few days - the truck, the motorcycle, the deer, and everything in between. tonight, it was just the two of you, enjoying a peaceful moment.
âhereâs to surviving the chaos,â you joke, raising your glass of wine and giving sana a playful grin.
she chuckles, her fingers brushing yours across the table. âyeah, but iâm not tempting fate again. letâs just enjoy this for once.â
you laugh, feeling the weight of everything youâve been through lighten, even just a little. for a moment, it feels like the world outside doesnât exist - youâre safe here, tucked away from the madness. but then, as if the universe has other plans, everything changes.
a loud, panicked shout breaks the calm: âsomeone help! my wifeâ sheâs going into labor! oh, god, please, somebody help!â
without hesitation, you both stand up, instinctively moving toward the commotion. a man is pacing frantically between tables, his hands running through his hair as his wife bends over, clutching her stomach in pain. her face is pale, her breaths coming in shallow, jagged gasps.
without a word, you and sana exchange a look, both of you already in motion. thereâs no hesitation in the way you move, no panic. youâve been through this before - you know exactly what to do.
you approach the husband first, your voice calm but firm. âiâm a doctor. weâre going to help her. i need you to take a deep breath. you panicking isnât going to help her right now.â
he nods shakily, his eyes wide with fear, but he tries to steady himself. âshe wasnât due yet. sheâs only 28 weeks. i donât know what to do.â
âyou donât have to do anything right now. weâve got this,â you assure him, your hand on his shoulder for a moment before you move toward the woman. âmaâam, iâm here to help. my nameâs dr. y/n, and this is dr. sana. weâre going to keep you and your baby safe, okay?â
she nods but doesnât speak, her breath quickening. another contraction hits, and she cries out, her grip tightening around the edge of the table. her husbandâs face is stricken with helplessness, but sana is already beside the woman, her hands moving quickly, checking her pulse, assessing her condition.
âmaâam, i need you to focus on your breathing,â sana says gently, her tone soothing but authoritative. âin through your nose, out through your mouth. letâs take it slow. youâre doing great.â
the woman nods, trying to follow the rhythm. her face is twisted in pain, and her hands are gripping the table, knuckles white. you step in, kneeling beside her, offering her a soft smile to help keep her calm.
âyouâre doing great,â you repeat, squeezing her hand. ��just breathe with me. in through your nose, out through your mouth. focus on me.â
her eyes meet yours, full of fear. âplease, is my baby going to be okay?â
âyes, weâre going to make sure you both are okay,â you reassure her, glancing up at sana, whoâs already keeping an eye on the womanâs vitals. her expression is controlled, but you can see the urgency in her movements.
the husband steps forward, his face twisted with anxiety. âi donât understand⌠she wasnât supposed to go into labor yet! what do we do?â
sana glances up at you, her eyes narrowing in thought. âwe donât have iv fluids here, but thereâs a first aid kit in the car. iâll grab it. itâs not much, but it could help stabilize her for now.â
the husbandâs eyes widen with disbelief. âa first aid kit? what good is that going to do? my wifeâs in labor early!â
sana remains calm, her voice reassuring. âitâs not ideal, but itâs what weâve got. iâll be right back. stay with her.â
you nod at her, giving her hand a quick squeeze. âweâve got this,â you say to the husband, keeping your tone firm but supportive. âwe just need to keep her calm, keep her breathing.â
sana rushes out the door, and you stay by the womanâs side, speaking gently as another contraction hits. âyouâre doing great. just breathe with me. in, out. keep your focus. weâre here with you.â
her grip on the table loosens slightly as she follows your instructions. she winces with the pain but nods. âit hurts so muchâŚâ
âi know, but youâre strong,â you reply, your voice steady. âyouâre doing everything right. stay with me.â
the husband is still holding her hand, his own face tight with fear. âweâre going to be okay,â he mutters under his breath, trying to steady himself as much as heâs trying to steady his wife.
minutes pass, and the tension in the air is suffocating. the restaurant has gone silent, all eyes on the small drama unfolding in the corner. you glance toward the door, willing the paramedics to arrive. âthe paramedics are coming,â you murmur to the woman. âtheyâll be here soon. youâre doing great.â
another contraction hits, and she gasps in pain. the time feels like itâs moving slower now, the seconds stretching endlessly.
just then, the door bursts open, and sana rushes back in, the first aid kit in her hands. without missing a beat, she snaps on a pair of gloves, moving toward the woman with expert precision. you meet her gaze for a split second, and in that moment, everything falls into place. this is where you both excel - in these moments, when everything is on the line.
âcheck her cervix,â sana says, already preparing to assist. âwe need to know how far along she is.â
you grab the gloves from her, moving into position immediately. the woman winces as you gently check, and you nod, your voice steady. âsheâs two centimeters dilated. early labor, but still manageable for now.â
sana checks the womanâs vitals. âher pulse is stable for now, but these contractions are getting closer together. we need to keep her calm, and we need paramedics here fast.â
the husbandâs anxiety spikes again. âbut theyâre not here yet! i called them forever ago! where are they?â
âstay with her,â you say firmly, offering him reassurance. âthe paramedics will be here any second now. weâre doing everything we can. focus on your wife. she needs you now more than ever.â
as if on cue, the paramedics rush in, taking control immediately. one of them quickly kneels beside you, and you brief him on the situation. âsheâs preterm, two centimeters dilated, contractions coming every few minutes. weâve kept her stable, but she needs to be in a neonatal unit.â
the paramedics work quickly, moving with practiced efficiency. you glance at sana, and the briefest smile passes between you. together, youâve done what you can, and now itâs out of your hands.
as the woman is wheeled out, her husband still holding her hand, she looks up at you, her voice barely above a whisper. âthank you. thank you so much.â
you squeeze her hand gently. âyouâre going to be okay. weâve got you.â
as the paramedics disappear with the woman, you and sana stand in the quiet, watching them go. the weight of the situation lifts just a little as you turn to her.
âwell,â you say, your voice quieter now, âi think that was our adrenaline for the night.â
sana chuckles, a tired smile on her face. âi swear, you thrive on chaos.â
you shrug with a grin. âguess it comes with the job.â
but as the adrenaline fades, the exhaustion sets in. you take a deep breath and, with a quick glance at sana, you both rip the gloves off, tossing them into the nearby trash bin. you take a moment to catch your breath, before sitting back down at the table. the world is starting to slow, but you still feel the adrenaline coursing through you. the meal is cold, the wine forgotten, but it doesnât matter. you look at sana, and in her eyes, you find a quiet comfort.
âeven after all of that,â she says softly, âi wouldnât want to be anywhere else, or do this with anyone else.â
you smile, squeezing her hand across the table. âme neither. no matter what happens, weâve got this.â
and in that quiet moment, as the restaurant resumes its hum, you both find peace in the shared understanding that no matter the chaos, youâre always ready to face it - side by side.
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Words can't summarize how absolutely, monumentally pissed and devastated I am right now. My mom's business was broken in to, and according to her the 'thief' stole most of the supplies, 2 cashboxes and presumably used the back window of the store to break in.
She suspects that the thief is the only boy staff we have, because of many things, but it's mostly because he's a convicted felon with 2 counts of murder, out for "good behavior".
Other reasons include: failure to act professionally in a professional setting, not dressing in proper work uniform, bad personal hygiene (refraining from taking a bath), refusal to perform daily tasks, taking and eating parts of the food he's supposed to ONLY cook, talking back against my mom --who is his employer-- when she talks to him about these things, misogynistic and predatory behavior against the female staff (and even to my mom, I witnessed this firsthand) and even trying to conspire with my brother to take money from the cashbox FOR CIGARETTES.
And before anyone points out why my mom couldn't just "fire him" on the spot, 1) My mom was forced to take him in because he was recommended to her by a relative of ours, thinking his good behavior was good enough to be hired in a proper job, 2) HE'S A CONVICTED FELON WHO'S ALREADY MURDERED 2 PEOPLE. MY FAMILY COULD BE NEXT so right now, we're walking on eggshells around this fucker.
Why am I fucking talking about this? BECAUSE NOT ONLY WAS OUR LIVELIHOOD COMPROMISED, I'M ON THE FUCKING RECEIVING END FROM ALL OF THIS. I HAVE TO GET MONEY TODAY TO IMPROVE THE SECURITY OF THE STORE, BECAUSE THE CASHBOX --WHICH CONTAINS MOST OF MY MOM'S MONEY-- WAS STOLEN BY THIS SHIT STAIN OF A HUMAN BEING. AL-FUCKING-LEGEDLY.
I'm at a fucking loss on what to do. Everytime something slightly good happens, a worse problem presents itself at my door and it's getting harder and harder to live positively. I know this is all private matter but how can I fucking keep this all to myself when I have to deal with all of this shit life keeps throwing at me? I'm just broken.
I don't know what to do. I don't fucking know what to do.
#rant#sorry. I'm not doing okay#I know I'm being a downer but frankly? I don't care at the moment.#I'm deeply upset. and I just stated the reasons above as to why.#I can't think positive nor bring good or funny news.#tw murder mention#tw mysoginy
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ah hell I can't sleep anyway, very loose recap:
they began on "particle man"! that surprised me, I always thought it was a midshow-to-encore tune
ofc that was followed up by "synopsis for latecomers". doodlydoodlydoo.
flansburgh said there would be 2 sets, and that the 2nd set would be all genesis songs. he later clarified that was a lie and he wouldn't like that (sorry again genesis fans. but he did say that marty(iirc?) would).
"the famous polka" with a double kick from both (I did wonder if maybe the rare lyrical version would happen... but no. still amazing)
"moonbeam rays" sounded absolutely gorgeous and honestly indistinguishable from the recorded version
THE HORNS the horns are SO skilled and charismatic! I forget what the johns said they're called now, it's no longer tricerachops. I think they're the go hug yourself-horns? and were apparently, at one stage, the horns of babylon, as a play on whore. this was after they explained the play on words of "go fuck yourself". the 11 year old next to me probably liked hearing those.
dan miller appeared amongst the AUDIENCE in the balcony to play the outro of "damn good times". god that was cool
banter from the johns about staying in haunted hotels. flansburgh asked linnell if he remembered a certain anecdote about him asking a desk if a mr linnell was staying there. linnell told a story from the early years about being in a small, 3 bed room with him and bill krauss, who at one point, in the middle of the night, asked: "where's flansburgh?" linnell shot up to find he was actually talking in his sleep, but heard flansburgh, also sleeping, reply, "he'll be here in a minute". noises of oooh spooky from the audience. flansburgh said this is not the story he was thinking of.
linnell kicked not one, but both shoes off for the start/end of "stillub". flansburgh called a band meeting and said he wasn't sure about the shoe thing, I think because it was overlapping with marty's count? but linnell was like, no no marty said it's cool :) marty played the drums in agreement.
"let me tell you about my operation" is PHENOMENAL live with flansburgh's vocals and those horns!!
I honestly can't recall who linnell was mimicking during "istanbul", but both that and flansburgh's eerie falsetto parts were entertaining, and I like how they just make each other giggle going on with their bits. love when they experiment with an oft-performed song.
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It'd been a long time since he'd been in a crowd like this. Hell, it'd been a long time since he'd been in a crowd at all. Charlie avoided anywhere that might be even a little too busy like the plague-- he tried to do all his own grocery shopping without relying too much on a delivery service, but that also meant all his trips were made past 8pm to avoid the busiest hours. He didn't go out much, didn't make many plans, and when he did, he drove himself. Catch a ride and there was too much of a chance he couldn't get out when he wanted to.
The show had been sold out by the time he'd thought to grab a ticket, so he'd ended up with a vastly overpriced seat just far enough away from the stage that he thought Vi probably wouldn't be able to make out his face. He wasn't sure if he'd want him to. Though maybe his dress would give him away-- he kept his hoodie up and fucked his bead whenever someone glanced his way, making him feel far more out of place than if he'd walked in stark naked. He might as well have. There were plenty of outfits around him mimicking the various costumes Vi went through during his show, or cropped versions of his tour tees, all covered in glitter and bright colors. He probably stood out like a sore thumb and he found it hard to breathe whenever he thought too hard about where he was. Stuck in a sea of people, and if anyone happened to recognize him...
Luckily, though, Vi was still damn good at what he did. Charlie could breathe a little easier once the show had started and he could focus on the man on stage, fully in his element as he teased the crowd and showed off the full range of his voice. It was difficult not to get caught up in it. Every light and every outfit did everything they possibly could to emphasize the beauty of the man up on stage, and Charlie found it enchanting-- how much he was still the very same as the man who'd visited him a few weeks back. He was no less genuine in front of a few thousand people than he'd been playing with Charlie's dog in his living room.
The heat and claustrophobia of the crowd still managed to worm its way back to him. Charlie tugged at his hood, ready to slip away for the night, when he glanced up to see Vi moving across the stage to his piano. He hesitated for just another few moments to listen to him talk about some crush he'd formed. The same he'd mentioned in that interview he'd done, Charlie had figured. He'd been flustered to realize that Vi had spoken about him, then had found something complicated squeezing at his heart when he'd read about that crush. He wondered who it was that could possibly catch his attention.
Weaving his way through the crowd, Charlie slipped outside. He found time to breathe in the cold air out in front of the venue, looking out at the banners at the edge of the parking lot that advertised Vi's performance tonight. He'd performed here before, too. It'd been a little bit of a homecoming for the band, their last stop on their debut tour. Pushing out a long breath, he glanced down at the time on his phone. It'd already been about two hours. He figured the show would be over relatively soon. He chewed down at his lip and glanced around the side of the building. He knew Vi made appearances after his shows, sometimes. He wondered if he should stick around.
Victory checked his phone again, opening the messaging app and confirming for the hundredth time this was the right spot. He'd pulled off some kind of miracle in the last month, not only getting in contact with one of his favorite artists, but managing to keep it going almost regularly. And now he was standing outside of an unfamiliar building on an unfamiliar street in the middle of Appalachian nowhere, getting ready to meet him in person.
He'd dressed down for the occasion, mostly for his own sake, but for Charlie's too. His own success was leading to more and more people clocking him while he was out, and he doubted dressing like Elton John would help him blend in in a place like this. The bleached hair he'd been sporting recently was tucked nicely under a baseball cap, his extensive ink work covered by a baggy sweatshirt. He'd even taken his earrings out in a rush, storing them in his pocket when he realized he'd forgotten to leave them in his hotel room. The last thing Charlie needed was to be bombarded because he agreed to meet him.
In the middle of using his phone screen as a mirror, his eyes widened as it lit up with a text. Vi quickly shoved it in his pocket and gave a quick sweep of the area. He frowned for a moment, but before he could pull out his phone again, his eyes landed on a familiar face, his own quickly brightening into a grin. Bouncing on his feet, he laughed as he waved his arms to usher his pen pal over.
Charlie Reimes. Cane Corso had been a staple on his playlists for years, and here was the frontman in the flesh. -- All because he'd gotten drunk and too bold, sending him what was an embarrassing DM expressing his admiration. It was a testament to maybe not all of his questionable choices led to questionable outcomes.
Beaming, he practically hopped the rest of the way over to him, his smile toothy, cheeks pink, and his eyes crinkled. "I can't believe it! I don't think you understand how massive this is to me." He said, babbling a little in his excitement. "I can't even begin to thank you. You've been such an inspiration to me forever and-" Oh! Oh, shit. Face flooding with color, he lifted his hands to wave off the starstruck gibberish, and instead offered him his palm. "I-I'm Vi." He managed, "It's nice to see you in person."
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ok yes will toastybro could NOT fucking sing when he started releasing music, this is absolutely true and i in fact kind of love it. but like no will boy can in fact sing now and i have mad respect for the vocal training he must have done over the years. also his voice is kinda sexy now</3
#spam brain#so sad why am i suddenly extremely attracted to william carlos seating headrest toastito#anyways i unironically love his voice now ok. like beyond my weird attraction to him#his range is WAY better and he has such better control over his voice and ii love hom#this was really hammered home b y a) listening to most of the songs off mirror to mirror and b) listening to commit yourself completely#his live performances are SO FUCKING GOOD#thanks spotify u did one good thing for me. what would i have ever done w my life if i didnt get to hear will torpedo sing a cover of ivy#like. what the fuck that destroyed me#AND THE LIVE BEACH LIFE IN DEATH PERFORMANCE. FUCK#i literally enjoy cosmic hero on that album more than the studio recording lol#anyways just here to further perpetate my williamm toledo lover agenda<33333#Will Toledo#Car Seat Headrest#CSG#non fandom
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this is such incredible advice for creating any kind of art i have to put it over here to remind myself
#thanks michael#this is also like#devastating in a way#like thinking of him playing aziraphale#with aziraphale desperate to be alive#to connect to breathe to see to touch#michael giving all of that over in his performance so that aziraphale can live again through him#iâm mortally wounded#michael sheen#good omens#fucking michael sheen man#creativity
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heâs literally so beautiful and handsome
#HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY THAT IM SO FUCKING WEAK EVERY TIME BEOMGYU AND GUITAR LIKE LITERALLY MY HEART MELTS#I LOVE EVERY TIME HE PERFORMS W GUITAR I THINK THIS ONE IS MY FAVE SO FAR#his outfit as well omfg he looks so fucking good they styled him well g#the guitar is so pretty as well and I love the strap the bird design on the fretboard is so cool#I heard thereâs only 200 of them as well I donât even play guitar but I want to buy it just bc itâs so beautiful#BEOMGYU RAPPING !!! OH MY GOD đđđ#HE DID SO WELL#HIS SINGING AS WELL#and his guitar parts were really good in this one like heâs improved sm Iâm so proud of him đ#like heâd never performed w guitar on stage before until recently and doing lots of lives and practicing a lot more#like I remember him saying he got a few guitar lessons for wonder and him saying he was shocked bc he realised heâs not that good at guitar#and is starting to learn the basics again and practicing more consistently#and he really has improved you can hear it ! I was actually shocked like it sounded so good#beomgyu<3!#also the when he posted on Instagram literally squealed THEYRE SO FUCKING PRETTY#honestly one of my favourite pictures of him#what can I say I love pretty sunsets and pretty boys#yo why are the tags so long đđ wtf#Iâm sorry I can talk about beomgyu for days
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imagine just having a normal job at club bodytalk though. you get to see so many hot people every single day and if you're lucky you even get to see some [local] celebrities
#personal#it's THE hotspot for all the good business you got the cobras that work with the club you got urban dynamite performing there#vitali and aubrey have an alliance going on so vitali and his mercs would show up on occasion#you could run into the living legend of the afterlife (vincent) there. like hello!!!#AND you get gay sex during work hours. guaranteed. there's gonna be at least one person there who's down to fuck
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hello raleigh ritchie
#jacob anderson#WHAT THE FUCK.#heâs such a good performer#his earnesty is so admirable#i fear for what seeing andy live will do to me
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spending my whole life trying and trying and trying and trying to be good enough for people who don't give a fuck about me
#im so tired living seems pointless why am i doing this what is the reason#the firm i work at is going thru a merger so it's releasing all the interns except 2#i went into her office and said that id like to stay here bc my dad said so bc i got in cause he was friends with the head#and she said ill think about it based on performance ive not decided yet#and this other guy he went in to tell her that cool he'll leave and she told him that she was hoping that he'd stay#he literally does nothing but play games on his phone he doesn't work at all#i have no idea what he has that i don't#but just. im stuck like this forever right never ever good enough for people i like or care about#not for parents they have a diff fav child not for ex gf not for bestie who has a boyfriend much better at loving her than me#not for that one guy who rejected me in interview bc i don't read the newspaper and didn't know the date of the finance act#im so fucking sick of this i never even wanted to this fuckinh course and obviously even my best isn't enough and ofc im not good enough#for anyone in this field and ill just struggle and struggle and struggle all my life just to earn some fucking money so i can live away#from my sociopathic parents#and the worst part is that i can't stop feeling like maybe it IS me yk maybe i am the problem maybe im not trying hard enough#but how else am i supposed to handle this i prioritize my studies and lose all my friends i prioritise my friends and fail in d#exams#and the trauma keeps on coming every fucking day bc sociopathic parents but i jsut push it down and say not rn i will cry at night anx then#never cry#i wish someone would just tell me that idk you're wrong you're not made for this you really do have some mental illness and you're really#trying your best and do something that's easy and that you love doing#oh god this is now a ventpost#mes
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just got back from changkyun's concert :')
#LICHERALLY#????? HAD THE TIME OF MY MF LIFE I WAS LIVINGGGGGG#he performed with a live band and UGH they were so good!!!!! need a album with the live band ver of all his songs now#also yes he fine as fuck in person too lol. I HAVE A BOYFRIEND ALREADY#anyways... good night#<3#e.txt
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biromantic asexual Illya & greyromantic bisexual Napoleon
#tmfuedit#napollya#illya kuryakin#napoleon solo#the man from uncle#tmfu#not spn#my edit#ace illya#aro napoleon#happy pride month have my favourite headcanons for these two#i like aro napoleon a lot too but if i HAD to choose it's greyaro napoleon for me#i can just SEE him living his life for the most part and being SO DRAMATIC about it so OFFENDED whenever he falls in love with someone#like EXCUSE YOU nonono he did NOT ask for the extra feelings go back GO BACK#it happens once in a blue moon but when it does? oh he'll make it everybody else's problem#also my favourite ace illya is sex neutral ace illya who will indulge his partner sometimes when they want to have sex but he's just.#so fucking weird about it.#he's there like 'i am going to get a good grade in sex. which is something that it's both normal to want and possible to achieve.'#he wants a performance review after - he puts up with all this grossness he wants to at least know how he did#also napoleon is happy that he can be kinky with him because illya's thoughts about what is and isn't weird sex are Unusual#like yeah sure a praise kink makes perfect sense but thinking that asses are sexy??? WHY???? those are for POOP#he's up for role playing too but napoleon has to put up with his questions about how like. he hates hospitals right?#so why the obsession with the sexy nurse roleplay????#napoleon isn't sure why he decided to crush on HIM of all people but he loves him very much dammit look at this weirdo he's perfect#ANYWAY ace illya and greyaro napoleon I NEED IT
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i saw jeff live last night and iâm not exaggerating when i say itâs one of the best concerts iâve ever been to <3
#heâs such a phenomenal artist#heâs so so so passionate about music and it shows in his performances#not to mention he sounds so fucking good & stable live#itâs not everyday u go to a concert and the singer performs in thai english indonesian and korean#heâs insane im so in love with him#jeff satur#kinnporsche cast#live on saturn#live on saturn jkt#talks
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I think I need to rewatch ĐĐ˝ŃĐˇŃ ĐĐťĐ°Đ´Đ¸ĐźĐ¸Ń (2004) and bawl my eyes out once again
#this film was a formative experience for every 2000s kid from a russian-speaking country#it's gorgeous. it's brutal. it's heart-wrenching. IT'S A FUCKING MASTERPIECE-#and its soundtrack sends shivers down my spine#same goes for voice acting#ESPECIALLY for Sergey Bezrukov as Vladimir#it's so wild how good he's as an actor in every art performance sphere. in theatre. in live action. in voice acting.#his screams during emotional scenes in ĐŃигада are still haunting me.#him performing 'ЧŃŃĐ˝ŃĐš ŃоНОвок' by Sergey Esenin still terrifies me.#prince vladimir (2004)#кнŃĐˇŃ Đ˛ĐťĐ°Đ´Đ¸ĐźĐ¸Ń (2004)#russian animation
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Muse performing Muscle Museum on the Australian Rage TV on the 10:30 slot in 1999 promoting Showbiz
#found some things in archives!#Muse band#Muse live#Muscle Museum#Showbiz era#Muse were the first performance of the programme#I have another one! Muse's famous laugh made it into Rage's end-of-year compilation guest programmer montage.#There's music over most of the other musician guests' speaking but they've kept in Matt's manic laugh.#As they should lol I'll upload that that soon too#1999#But here's the thing they're freakishly good aren't they? Matt especially when it comes to playing live#Towards the end he's swinging his guitar around so wildly that you'd almost think how the fuck is it possible to still play it??#And yet he does; you can hear it. Perfect note for note. Musician composer and performer; not everyone can excel in ALL three departments#and if you put this era Matt side-by-side with other guitarists from across the ages; at a similar level of live exposure and experience#I am not sure; whether past or present; there are many guitarists that young that come close to him as a performer.#Like sometimes it's easy to wonder how on earth was a guitar band standing out the way Muse were in the early 00s? It was like. Pop-osphere#Guitars weren't like cool. How did Muse garner such a rabid fanbase circa album 1? And then you see the live performances and you remember#if you went and saw them play and then had a normal indie band come onâeven ones we hail 20 years laterâthere's no way they had that.#No other band brought that kind of intensity live. There's no way you'd go to a Muse gig and ever be able to forget the band you just saw#which is something even the biggest Muse dismissers agree with#matt bellamy#chris wolstenholme#dom howard#Rage TV
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