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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 10 months ago

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HEAR ME OUT- DUMBIFICATION, DEGRADATION AND PRAISE WITH VOX

THOUGHTS??

I also have a headcanon request that I'll do separately in list form! This is actually a scene from a scrapped multi-chapter fic idea I had for a secretary reader. As to why it was scrapped, I didn't know how to finish it so I ✨gave up! ✨

Ngl this is actually only half of the scene, there's scraps of this whole extra kinky round-two thing with some casual exhibitionism, but we'll see how this does first. That being said, enjoy!

At Your Service [Vox x Secretary Reader] NSFW AS FUCK

(NSFW writing under the cut. Minors stay away <3)

It was an early morning like any other. Vox is sitting at his desk, looking over the paperwork he had from yesterday. It’s far too early and his bougie oversized office offered little comfort as you sleepily walked in. Hearing the door open, Vox looked up and smirked as he noticed the coffee in your hand.

"Good morning." he greeted you, motioning to a chair for you to take a seat.

"Morning," you smile a bit tiredly as you enter the room. You were never much of a morning person. Once the initial adrenaline of stepping out of your house had burned out, you needed the extra caffeine boost to keep your energy going.

A yawn slipped past your lips as you sat in the chair across from his desk.

"Wimp," Vox chuckled, poking fun at your inability to start a morning as early as him. It had become a regular topic of banter that started most of your work mornings together.

"Capitalist cocksucker," you wave him off. "Not everyone can be up at the ass crack of dawn in a freshly pressed suit, Sir. A few more sips of this stuff and I'll be good to go." You say as you lift your coffee to your lips.

You hum and lick some foam off your lip as you pull out your laptop. "Any changes to today's agenda I need to know about?" you ask him.

Vox smirked, rolling his eyes as he pulled up one of the hundreds of tabs he had open on his computer. "I can tell you're still a bit tired, but if you're sure... " he paused for a moment, glancing over his schedule."Yes, actually. There has been a small change to the overall plan. We're going to be running a new campaign today, so I'll need you to be ready to assist with that."

"What would you like me to oversee?

"I want you to be over on the promotion side for this new campaign," he said as he looked up from his paperwork. "Make sure that we get maximum visibility on this. The security system may have been a spur-of-the-moment idea, but it could bring in huge fucking numbers if we pull it off. I want as many people as possible to know about it and twice as many sales as views minimum.”

You nod, take notes, and start writing an email draft to get meetings scheduled. "Do you want the visual hypnosis team to work on the campaign or the auditory team?" It was common knowledge that Vox had hypnotic abilities, but it was less common to know how it had been incorporated throughout his entire company. Inductions were slipped into nearly every advertisement, program, and product that the company made.

"Have both of the hypnosis teams work on it," he answered. "We'll have the visual team focus primarily on the advertising for the campaign, and the audial team will work on creating the sounds and audio to slip in. We want this to be a very effective campaign, so the more hypnotic technology we can put into work, the better."

You stop typing, looking up at him incredulously. “Are you sure? The last time we doubled down on inductions we had to do that whole cover story to explain why half of hell turned into braindead zombies for a week.”

“It’ll be fine,” Vox waved off your concerns. “That was years ago and we’re better at this shit now. We can always blame it on Alastor somehow if shit goes wrong.”

You nod along, "If you’re sure. I've personally been incredibly susceptible to the combination, so forgive me if I don’t watch any of your programs for the next month," you say idly without thinking.

You didn’t notice as Vox paused. You didn’t notice the toothy grin that could have prepared you for what was to come either. "How susceptible were you previously to hypnosis?"

You nod along, not listening to his question as you finish sending the email to the hypnosis teams. Your brain catches up with you as you hit send and you freeze like a deer in the headlights. The look on your flushed face was priceless and Vox would have burst out laughing if he wasn’t so invested in hearing your answer. "I, uh.." you look away from him, "I was focused and said too much out loud. You weren't supposed to hear that."

His eyes were still on you, a clear look of curiosity flashing across his expression.

"You're right, I wasn't supposed to hear that,” He grinned. “But you said it and you’re not getting out of this that easily. You said that you are quite susceptible?"

You cringe, knowing you couldn't dodge a direct question from your boss. Even if he was an ass and an absolute man-child. "I..." you bite your lip curling in on yourself and crossing your legs as you take a sudden great interest in your laptop. "Yeah, I may have... experimented a bit."

His eyebrows raised, and he leaned slightly over to get a better look at you.

"Experiments?" he spoke softly. "What type of experiments?"

You sputter, your entire body flushing as you stammer out a panicked reply, "I, ah, um.. don't know if that would be a-appropriate to um.."

He chuckled slightly, now seeming rather amused by your reaction. "I assure you, I've heard much worse than whatever you may be worried about telling me."

"E-even so," you try to reason. "It's embarrassing. It's one thing to do it, it's another to tell your boss about it."

His eyebrows raised further. "You've done hypnotic experiments on yourself, and you're embarrassed to tell me about it?” He chuckles and rests his screen on his hand. “Yeah, no. You’re not getting out of this. What exactly did you do?"

You stare at him, before sighing and opening up a blank document. It was too mortifying to say out loud. He may have the power to squeeze the information out of you for his entertainment, but you’d be damned if you gave him the satisfaction of saying it out loud. You silently type up that you've tried being hypnotized both sober and when high and how you had done free-use edging with a group while high and hypnotized. Without a word you turn the laptop around so he can read it, your face on fire as you look anywhere but at him.

He had been expecting something a bit more tame, but now he was intrigued. It seemed that you had quite the mind on you to explore such risky topics. When he finished reading it, he raised his eyebrows even further, seemingly somewhat impressed.

"Well, I'll be damned," he commented. "That's not what I expected... What made you wanna try such things?"

"I like the feeling of it," you muttered as you turned the laptop around and promptly deleted the damning text.

His eyebrows raised a bit, intrigued. "You like the feeling of being hypnotized? You like letting someone else be in control of you?"

You pressed your lips together, blushing hard as he asked his question.

"Is that a yes then?" he inquired, his grin growing as the pixels under his mouth went dead. "You don't want to give me a straight answer, but the way you're stuttering and blushing makes it pretty clear that you do."

"S-Shut up," you bite back at his call-out as you finally look back at him.

Vox laughs as he just keeps winning the game he’d caught you in. "I think I hit the nail on the head, didn't I?"

"Y-Yes, sir." You say, cringing as you realize that sounded completely different given the topic compared to when you usually called him that during work hours.

He chuckled again, finding your response more than a bit amusing. "Well then, I take it that you have no issues with me being in complete control over you, then?"

You would combust into flames if you could. Your legs clenched together as you took in his question. You looked down at your laptop, stammering as you felt yourself quickly slipping into his grasp. "T-The campaign-"

"Yes, yes, yes," he interrupts you, seeming rather amused by this. "We'll talk about the campaign after that. I'm more interested in how much control you're willing to give up to me right here and now."

"I..." you pause, staring down at your hands clenched on top of your laptop. Were you really about to do this? Fuck it.

You look up at him and nod.

A grin appeared on his face as you nodded, even more amused now that this little bit was going exactly the way he had hoped. The two of you had flirted here and there, but never anything more than the occasional passing comment. If anything, it had just been a part of the playful and teasing game you’d be playing together for the past few months with you as his assistant.

He had no idea if you had ever truly noticed his advances or the way he’d stare at your ass in that pencil skirt you always wore during meeting days. But now he had the chance to unravel every last secret that’d been out of reach. Vox was nothing if not an opportunist.

"Good girl," he said softly. "Are you ready for me to control you now?"

You stand, going to place your phone and laptop on a nearby table. You stop and take a shaky breath, smoothing out your pencil skirt. You turn and walk back to him, this time hesitating instead of simply sitting in the chair across from his desk.

"Yes."

He smiles at your obedience and hesitation, noting the way that you smoothed down your skirt. You had already given up quite a lot of control to him, and it seemed that it was just going to be even easier from this point on.

"Then come here," he said softly, motioning for you to do so.

Your heart was pounding hard in your chest and you felt how hot your cheeks were as you stepped forward and moved to stand before him. His attention had been on every part of you, taking in every inch of you. He didn’t have to sneak in glances like before, he could just take it all in on his own time. He was enjoying the way that he seemed to be able to control you with a seemingly simple command. And to think he’d barely lifted a finger.

His eyes moved downwards as you stood in front of him, and his expression became a bit more serious than mere amusement.

"Let your skirt fall to your ankles," he instructed.

You practically shivered at the command, screaming internally at how embarrassed you felt and yet squirming at how just a short command from him was enough to send sparks through your body.

Your face flushed as you slowly undid the zipper on the side of your hip, taking a sharp breath before letting the fabric fall to the floor. You hugged yourself as you looked to the side, stepping out of your skirt and standing half-exposed in front of him.

He couldn't help but smirk as you did exactly as he commanded. Your legs were now exposed, and he noted how they were quivering slightly.

"Good girl," he smirked. "Now, let's step this up."

"But you’re still wearing too much. Let’s move on to your top next, shall we?" he suggested with a spark of playful amusement.

Oh god, was he really going to make you do this? It would have been one thing if he had been the one undressing you, but the fact he was making you do it for him like this was going to be the double death of you. You shakily undo the buttons of your blouse, trying to keep your heart rate under control as you pull it over your head and let it fall to the floor by your skirt.

You look at Vox, hoping he’d finally have some mercy and touch you himself, but he only lazily drags his gaze over your body with a hum of approval. "And finally?"

You were only left in your bra, underwear, sheer black thigh-high tights, and your heels. You felt incredibly vulnerable in his large office. Anyone could come in through the door and the windows that overlooked the city suddenly felt far more exposing than they ever had before.

You could see the spark of excitement begin to rise in him as you bit your lip and paused. Your hesitation was only making this a bit more exciting for him. He could hardly keep up the playful mask when his claws were threatening to tear into the armrest of his chair.

"Go on... " he said softly and slowly, his voice now beginning to become a bit huskier.

You took another shaky breath as you slowly reached back to unclasp your bra. You shook just knowing he was looking at you. That he was pursuing this. It made you hyper-aware in every way as you tossed the garment to the side and then finally stepped out of your underwear.

His gaze on your body was intense once more, seeming to take in every inch of you. He could not stop himself from being intrigued by your body and by just how vulnerable you were right now.

Your shaking was making it even more enticing to him. "Good girl," he said softly. You move to undo the garter and roll down your tights, when he stops you. Leave those. They’re perfect.” The dead pixels under his mouth might as well have been drool with the way his eyes hungrily took in the sight of the tights pressing into your skin so perfectly.

“Are you ready to move on to the last step?"

You take a deep breath before lowering to your knees in front of him and nodding. You'd never done anything like this with a single person, finding it so much easier in a group. His lone, laser focus on you made you feel every twitch and spark and overwhelmed you in the best of ways.

"Yes, Sir."

He looked down at you once more, this time taking in all of your body as you were now kneeling, your hands resting on his chair.

"Now..." he said quietly as he reached down in a rare moment of tenderness as he lifted your chin. "I want to ask you a very simple question, but you must answer honestly. Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy giving up your control to me?"

The smallest moan slips past your lips without your permission. Despite your embarrassment, you answer truthfully. “Yes. I love it a lot, actually.."

He smirked at the moan and the truth in your words. You were enjoying this... he could tell. You truly loved giving up your control to him. And he loved taking it.

"Good girl," he said with a soft chuckle at your veracity. "Very, very good girl. You enjoy letting me take c̶o̸m̶p̴l̶e̵t̵e̵ control of you, don't you?"

You take a deep breath, feeling your body relax a bit as you feel a bit of yourself give into him as you finally gather the nerve to look him in the eye. "Yes, Sir."

His expression seemed to shift a bit as you gave in even more. His amusement was more apparent now, as he now had you exactly where he wanted you.

"I love that you enjoy this so much," he said softly. "Does it make it more fun for you to know that you are pleasing me?"

You nod, shifting on your knees. "It does," you say earnestly. "Your approval isn't something easy to earn."

The slight shift you made was enough to cause him to smirk once more. Every time you moved, he would find something new about you that appealed to him.

"I approve of this tremendously," he grinned. "It is obvious that you enjoy giving up your control over me and letting me take control of you. It is clear that you enjoy giving me pleasure."

You let out a hot breath, your eyes darting down to between his legs as he mentioned giving him pleasure. You weren’t subtle about it either. Vox chuckled, amused more now than any other time during the interactions you two have had so far. You whine, your fists clenching where they rested on top of your thighs. Your chest shifted with every movement as you waited for his instruction.

"So eager," he breathed. He reached down and tucked your hair behind your ear as he committed the view to memory. "Go on, then,” he purred. “Show me what you’re willing to do for this.”

"I'm happy to give you a demonstration," you say to him with a smirk. Vox chuckled, happy to see some of your usual sass seep into the moment. He just knew you had a bratty side to you. The duality of how eager you seemed to submit and that bit of knowledge filled him with anticipation for all the different sides of you he wanted to see.

You scoot forward and reach for the zipper of his slacks. You chuckle as his breath hitches when you slowly pull down. He moans softly as your hand only continues following a path down as you palm him slowly over his slacks. There was already a bulge formed there that made you twitch with delight.

Looking up, you see Vox watching you with wide eyes. The smirk on his face only grew larger as you slowly pulled down his slacks and boxers You could feel the heat of his gaze on you, his breath becoming more and more audible with every slow movement.

You hum with pleasure as you focus your attention on his half-hard cock in your hand. It was easier to let go and forget your insecurities when you had him in front of you like this. For as much as you’d fantasized about him, you had never dared to dream you’d find yourself in this situation with him. You lean down and use your hand to slowly pump him before you lock eyes with him and lick a trail across the underside of his cock.

“F̷̮͛u̷̞͗c̵̹̈́k̸̝̎i̷̝͝n̶̗̎g̷̭͒ hell,” Vox swore, his grip on his chair tightening. His breath got increasingly more audible, his throat hoarse from his attempts at restraining any noise he might make. He’d been dreaming of this for far too long. He had you pegged all wrong. He always thought you were innocent. Flirty, but he couldn’t truly imagine you’d have a side like this. You always seemed too pure despite your sass. How happy was he, to be proven wrong.

"Good girl," Vox huskily breathed as his fingers tangled in your hair.

You lower down to press a kiss to the head of his cock. He hissed as you sucked lightly and collected his pre-cum on your tongue. You let your tongue loll out for a moment to show him before you lower yourself and take him in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the tip of him and your fingers dig into his thighs as you bob your head shallowly. You tease him with subtle motions before you start to take his length down your throat in earnest.

Every movement you made only increased the heat of the situation exponentially and Vox found his cool demeanor quickly fading as he panted above you. “F̷̰͠u̵͕̅c̵̠̓k̸̞͊i̵̢͊n̵͓̅g̷̤̃ ̶̠̋ḫ̵̑e̵̩̾l̶̦͋l̶̩͆,” he gasped as your tongue lapped at the base of his cock. How the fuck were you doing that when he was jammed past your non-existent gag reflex?

You hummed around him, your eyes watering as you choked on him. He could see the mirth in your eyes and he knew you’d be teasing him with a snarky remark if you weren’t too busy drooling on his dick like a goddamn champ.

Vox lets out a stuttering breath. As hot as it was, he wasn’t going to let you just get away with keeping your attitude intact. Out of selfish pleasure, he let you continue your ministrations for a moment longer before his fingers tugged at your hair, bringing your attention back to him.

You let him pull you off of his member, your tongue hanging out as you catch your breath and smile dumbly at him. His expression remained very much one of satisfaction and admiration as he observed you. That dumbly, innocent smile of yours was rather endearing to him, as it went hand in hand with the way you were acting.

"You really are quite the little showstopper, aren’t you?" he said quietly as he took in your porn-quality face. He idly wondered how the hell you ended up working for him and not Valentino. He was not about to complain about the unexpected victory.

You hummed happily, letting yourself go more for him. It was such a stark contrast to how tense you were when you were working. He'd never seen this side of you before and he hadn't even hypnotized you yet.

He had now realized just why you got so tense when he approached you with that offer. You enjoyed this in such a way that it was almost intoxicating, that it was almost addictive. It was a stark contrast to the version of you he knew that strived for greatness and top results at all times. You must have been so wound up from it all that you just whiplashed into the complete opposite frame of mind to release.

If you were already like this in front of him, then what would you be like after he had you completely under his control?

You nod, smirking as some drool fell to your chest from when you had your mouth on him moments ago.” What can I say?” you say teasingly. “Oral fixations keep a girl eager.”

Vox grinned with the look of a hungry predator as his eyes roamed all over you. Every god damned inch.

“You actually want this, don’t you?” He chuckled. “You want me to turn you into a brain-dead d̶͈͊ȍ̴̪l̵̺͊ḽ̸̏.”

"Please," you whisper as you look up at him with pleading eyes.

You could see the hunger within his eyes as you said that single fucking word. It didn’t take lifting a single finger for you to desperately plead for his control. You’d been wanting this just as bad as he had. The whole goddamned time. Vox buried his face in his hands and you looked at him with concern. You couldn’t see the way he grinned or feel how his body trembled slightly. You could only gasp as your vision was filled with black and red spirals when he lowered his hands and looked at you with a wicked grin.

You sit back on your knees, your eyelids growing heavy as your mouth falls open. Your body felt like it was floating and it was enough to make you feel like you were high. The hypnotic effect of his demonic abilities was how he'd reached the powerful position of an overlord. Even if you hadn't been so susceptible, you would have been powerless under his gaze as a normal person.

Any hypnosis you’d experienced before took many sessions of induction. It took a bond, trust, and a lot of mental bandwidth to be so vulnerable. But Vox could just drop you at a whim. And the pull of his tide dragging you under was stronger than anything you’d ever succumbed to before.

You were blissfully unaware as Vox’s expression shifted into feral joy. Your submission. This control. It was all his for the taking. You were giving him everything he’d ever craved and he could already tell that once he properly tasted this power, he’d never want to let go. He’d become an addict, for sure.

Your mind and body felt like they were floating. All you could see was Vox as your empty and needy self waited for his command. Your body felt almost weightless now, every sense and thought centered solely on him. His commands were all that you cared about now, his desires were now like law to you, and your body, empty as it was, only had one desire.

"I want you to do as I ask without question, do you understand?" he asked, his voice shaking with delight and raw hunger.

"Yes," you sigh, your every breath feeling heavy as you’re pulled deeper under his spell.

He had already gotten you to admit you were a submissive slut and he already got you to strip for him. All before he had even used his power on you. Now? Now, he could make you do or tell him anything he wanted. You were his.

"Good girl," he grinned. "I want you to stand up and walk over to that door over there," he said, pointing to one of the nearby doors to the room. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," you say calmly. Whereas before your embarrassment left you feeling exposed, you now felt relaxed and light. Your embarrassment and insecurities didn’t exist under Vox’s control. There was only the need to satisfy him and be blessed with ecstasy in return.

You walked over to the door in nothing but your sheer thigh-high tights and heels. You place both of your hands on the door and stand with your hips out, waiting for Vox.

Vox glitched hard and admired the way that you followed these commands so easily. This was his. He found himself growing more addicted and possessive by the second. His mind was already buzzing with all the ways he could mold you to his every need and desire. He’d never felt so in control of another person like this and it satiated a dark craving in him.

"Now, I want you to take off those tights and throw them over to me."

You bend over in front of him, fully exposed, yet carefree as you peel off your tights and hand them to him with a relaxed look on your face. Vox sparked again as he got a full view of your need for him. Once your tights were off, you handed them over to him calmly. All you could think about was pleasing him and satisfying him. Your anxiety and self-conscious tendencies were washed away.

Vox ordered you to put your hands behind your back. He grinned and tied your wrists together with one of the stockings. He snatched your underwear from the forgotten bundle of clothing by his desk and made you open your mouth for him. He stuffed them in and used the other stocking to tie around your mouth.

Now that you were completely bound, your mind was completely free to focus on the feelings and sensations you were experiencing. He dropped the hypnotic spell on you and you gasped into your gag as your mind cleared and he pushed you forward so your face and tits were flush against the door. You shuddered hard and let out a broken moan as his palm rubbed against your leaking cunt.

Vox grinned and leaned down to speak by your ear as he slid his fingers in. “You have n̷͙̈o̷̹̎ idea how much I can’t wait to fucking d̷̲͆e̶̗͘s̴̳̈t̸͚̆r̷͎͒o̸͙͊ỹ̸̝ ̸̞̉y̷̰̓ǒ̵̦u̵̬͂.”

Your gasps and moans were muffled by the fabric in your mouth and you pushed against him as he roughly played with you. His hand slammed your head against the door and held you in place as his fingers curled and scissored inside of your sloppy heat. Tears pricked your eyes as your heart and mind raced. You were completely vulnerable to him, but now your embarrassment was rearing his head at the worst (b̴̼̊è̶͔s̶͜͝t̶̹̽) possible moment.

The chance that there could be anyone on the other side of the door had you thrashing desperately against Vox’s ministrations. Vox delighted in your internal struggle and couldn’t help himself as his claws dug into the back of your hair so he could pull you back hard. “I’m going to make sure e̶͖͌v̷̞͐e̶͈̽r̶̡̂y̸̨͊o̵̤̚n̴̦̈́e̴̥͌ ̵͜͠k̵̜̔n̷̝̈́ǒ̷̮w̷͎̅s̸͓̈́ who̸̩͂ ̶͔̀y̸͎̐ő̸̳u̸̗͊ ̶̞̏f̶͎̔u̷̠̅ć̵͈k̶͙̚i̴̜̿n̸̘͐g̷̨̿ ̸͔̌ belong to,” he growled as he lifted one of your legs and slipped himself inside of you.

Your eyes rolled back and you screamed into your gag as he slipped in and out of you with ease. He’d been so hard from the build-up of it all and you were literally dripping for him by this point. Vox growled and lost control as he picked up the pace of his actions, moving you around to different areas of the office and fucking you in as many positions as possible. He wanted you exposed. He wanted you defenseless. He wanted you marked in the blood and bruises of his ownership. He wanted to ḋ̴̥ó̶̰m̵̯̕i̷̗͗n̴͈̽a̵̱̒t̶̤̎ȇ̸͚ you. And he would.

Neither of you could keep track of the amount of times you’d come. Your mixed desire was dripping from your cunt as he’d buried himself deep inside of you every time one of you peaked. This was all he wanted. That was all you wanted. No more thinking, no more emotions, just the sheer fucking pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you cried from how good he made you feel. He knew how to unravel you into nothing more than a babbling mess with every clever touch and command. It was becoming too much and yet you felt like you wanted more of it. You were overwhelmed as you felt yourself quickly approaching an orgasm.

“That’s it,” Vox growled as he fucked you against his desk. He chuckled darkly as he smacked your ass. “Fucking do it, c̴͖͆o̵͕͋m̷̟̉ẽ̵̞.”

You threw your head back and screamed as your entire body convulsed around him. You couldn't do anything but take his relentless thrusts as he pounded you into the desk. Vox growled, nearly on the verge of cumming himself when he suddenly rips himself off of you. You let out a muffled sob as you clench around nothing.

Your entire world is suddenly filled with bright blue electricity as you feel everything shift suddenly. You almost fall, but are caught by Vox’s hands. You squint as your eyes adjust to the sudden change of lighting and Vox undoes the gag around your mouth as you realize you’re now in his surveillance room.

Your eyes go wide and you gasp and you see yourself on the monitors with Vox crouched over you. Every screen was showing a live feed of you from several different angles, showing how vulnerable you were in this situation. The footage of you was quite an entertaining sight for Vox as his wires came out of nowhere and threw you onto his chair.

"V-Vox,” you gasp as you look up at him with wide eyes. The overlord’s grin stretches wide as he grabs onto your shaking legs.

It was the first time you'd actually used his name.

At work, you were professional. In his office, you were playful. However now that he had you in his lair, he would mark a new side of you… Here, you were your true self, fully and utterly submissive. Here was his favorite.

You couldn't help but moan shamelessly as he lifted you with his cables and sat in the chair beneath you. You threw your head back with a scream as he dropped you onto his cock and turned the chair so you had an eyeful of each and every monitor with your shameful display recorded.

You moan as you bounce yourself on him, meeting every one of his feral thrusts. Your mind was completely gone. Every grunt and growl that slipped from his lips only fueled your need. The marks on your hips and back from where his sharp nails clawed in burned just as deliciously as the stretch of him inside you.

Pain and pleasure all in one were now filling your mind. His grunts and growls were becoming louder, as were yours. You couldn't control it. This situation was pushing you further and further toward the edge.

You leaned into him, gasping as he made you lose your mind.

"P-please." You begged.

"Beg for it," he said growled, "Beg f̸̼̑ó̶̙r̴̠̀ ̵̫́m̴̡̾è̸̼."

You moan low as you desperately plead with him. "Please Vox, plus fucking break me! Please please please, Sir, please I'll be good. I'll do anything, please, Sir, fucking please!"

"You'll do anything for me," he said, with a grin on his face as he saw you getting more desperate with your plea. The red recording symbol on all of the screens wasn’t enough to make you see the incoming danger. You were too overwhelmed with the pleasure quaking through your body as Vox pumped into your sloppy cunt.

Your entire body shook hard as his movements suddenly stopped. A long whine of frustration and the roll of your hips made Vox grin. You were so desperate for him in the moment, you didn't notice the gravity of the position you were in.

"Fucking please don’t stop, I'll do anything Vox, please," you begged as you desperately rutted against him.

"I'm going to give you exactly what you want," he grinned as he whispered in your ear. "If you do everything I say from now on, then I'll give you everything you want. Sound like a deal?"

You sob, nodding rapidly against him. "Fuck, please, yes! It's a deal, so please!"

Vox suddenly thrusts up into you hard, making you scream as the room flashes with electricity. The deal was made and the pact was sealed.

"Good girl," he said quietly and calmly, as he pet your hair.

His grin was downright sinister as he pulled your head back.

"You're mine now."

Your eyes went wide as you realized the gravity of what you had just done in the heat of the moment. "Wait, I-" you gasp as you're cut off as Vox starts to mercilessly pound into your heat.

"I heard what you said," he grins as his claws dig into your hips and draw blood. "I heard it a̸̩̎l̴͚͗l̷̖̓.. And I'm going to hold you to e̵̻̐v̶͎͌é̵͉r̶͕͊y̷̳̍ word of that agreement."

If you thought Vox was rough before, it was nothing compared to how he used you now. He tossed you around like a toy and you sobbed as he broke you.

Your eyes were crossed as you screamed and took everything he had to give you. "Vox, Vox, Sir, fucking please!" You babbled, practically worshipping how he destroyed you now that he owned your soul. It was too good to care about the consequences. It was too much. All you could think of was how badly you needed him.

Your screams and moans were now all he could hear as you completely lost it. He was using everything that he could to break you and he seemed to enjoy every second of it. He was doing you dirty, but it was also exactly what you desired. All you wanted now was his approval, as he completely controlled and dominated you in body and spirit.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #this shit is DEPRAVED #that being said the second half i had drafted was even more feral than this #this was the WARMUP

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vanvelding · 1 year ago

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I'm going to say one of the nicest things I can about a show about Star Trek: Lower Decks

They played us like a string quartet.

(Spoilers for 4x09: "The Inner Fight")

Lower Decks was sold a Star Trek/Rick & Morty mashup from the start. The first scene is a drunken Mariner literally harming her sidekick, Boimler. It practically screamed, "Mariner & Boimler a hundred tours! Double-u, double-u, double-u dot Mariner and boimler dot com!"

But of course, it also had Star Trek references. One of the earliest is "Who would win in a fight? Khan or Roga Danar?" Why would anyone else in The Federation know or care who Roga Danar is? And there's no imagination on display for the oldest referential paradigm, "Who would win in a fight?" Lazy. Bullshit.

Of course before the end of season one, Lower Decks showed us it was more than that. Boimler was gaining the kind of experience he needed. The story hinted very strongly that Mariner had been in Starfleet a LONG time. She wasn't a omnicompotent mary sue; she was a Commander with her own philosophy/trauma that compelled her to remain an Ensign.

It was a good show and it stood on its own. The references were used well to create interesting stories ("Twovix"), as part of the setting ("Hear All, Trust Nothing"), or just as a gag here and there ("Kayshon, His Eyes Open" and, like a dozen others). The references to the setting become the background radiation, remarkable in how deep a cut they really are (Vendorians?). I've described it to many people as "Star Trek, but everyone has watched Star Trek."

What it wasn't, was related to its namesake. "Lower Decks" was a surprisingly heavy episode about the younger members of the Enterprise crew and their perspective on the missions of galactic import that the viewer usually enjoys an omnisicent view of.

Lower Decks mentions our main cast don't have that omniscient view, but Mariner is a stone-cold badass, Rutherford was part of a secret effort to develop artificial intelligence, Tendi is the Mistress of the Winter Constellations, and Boimler--actually Biomler is no more exceptional than any other Starfleet officer.

So when we get our main cast and the senior officers into a room and they mention Nick Locarno, our thought is, "LOL, another reference. This one from TNG. Not particularly deep. LOL, Boimler is a Beverly Crusher fanboy. I guess it makes sense, they have the character model from the episode with Tom Paris. Clearly, Robert Duncan McNeil is happy to do some voice work. We'll probably make a reference to how much he looks like Tom Paris.

"lol"

Look, if you figured it out then pat yourself on the back. Me? I filed away another reference. I didn't realize that Nick Locarno was connected to the episode of TNG that was this entire series' namesake. The characters even say, "Who?" which is one of the first times they don't get a Star Trek reference. Because Nick Locarno isn't a part of the Star Trek universe they view with an enthusiastic fandomness; it's part of their dramatic history, whether they know it or not.

"ha-ha, I guess Nick Locarno is too deep a cut for the show that called back to Morgan fucking Bateson."

But whatever, A-plot/B-plot. Gags about Starfleet habitually rolling up to seedy establishments in uniforms while looking for information, which is subverted by Captain Freeman being fucking genre savvy (also, wasn't she going to be promoted before getting arrested at the end of season two? I guess getting framed for a crime was deemed to be not very 'admiral-able'). Mariner ends up in a cave with a Klingon taking shelter from a crystal rain.

The pieces are there. Mariner was an ensign during The Dominion War. Two to three years before The Dominion War, Wesley Crusher left Starfleet, our Nick Locarno expy Tom Paris was recruited to Voyager, and Sito Jaxa was an ensign.

And Nick Locarno is in play.

We could have figured it out! We're in the narrative and emotional third act of this series (Tendi gave us the "We'll always be friends" speech last week)! Everyone regular just sat in a room trying to figure out how to help Mariner; we were one fruit salad analogy away from an intervention with Dr. Migleemoo!

Mariner escapes from Cardassian interrogation chambers for fun!

But Locarno is just another TNG reference, like Beverly Crusher. Background radiation. The season's story arc is something original to Lower Decks, which it's proven it's unafraid to do at this point. The series has no relation to "Lower Decks"

And then they fucking hit us with it; Beckett Mariner knew Sito Jaxa. They were friends. Then Jaxa died.

That's Mariner's trauma (that and The Dominion War).

And I didn't see it because I came to see Lower Decks as a series that stood on its own merits as a show while calling back to earlier Treks in a light, non-committal way. And I credit that solely to the writing of the show which leveraged both of those qualities to make an entertaining show that I like before, but now respect.

Just amazing stuff.

#star trek #star trek lower decks #star trek lwd #lower decks #lower decks spoilers #star trek lwd spoilers

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visenyaism · 1 year ago

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Sorry! But the targ hypos are fun to read. What modern world job do you think dance and great bastard era targs would do?

nah this is fun get ready:

-Corlys velaryon ceo (of something no one really understands, he just says import/export supply chain words when asked. may or may not be a little bit illegal.) Rhaenys is corlys’ company’s #1 litigator she keeps the feds OFF and the books looking right.

-Otto also has a JD, but he doesn’t practice much in his work as an extremely evil conservative think tank head.

-Viserys is a tenured history professor but one of those ones who got there because of his nepo connections and huge amounts of privilege in the olden days and fucking sucks at the actual job and DID marry one of his female undergrads. twice.

-Daemon has a constant rotation of these, none for longer than 3 months. what else.

-Alicent wanted to be a religious studies professor once but she dropped out to marry her intro to valyrian poetry prof and raise the kids so now she edits Viserys’ manuscripts. for free.

-Rhaenyra, shiv roy of the family that she is, is a political consultant ostensibly for libs but keeps getting pulled into evil private sector shit.

-Laenor works at his dad’s company and Laena was in law school to be a public defender before she dropped out to run off with Daemon.

-Aegon is a terrible DJ, middling club promoter, and extraordinarily successful influencer despite literally being perpetually cancelled. Helaena entomologist is too easy but i want her to be happy so we’re keeping it. constantly on research trips. Aemond middling nepo baby formula one driver. no one in his family watches it because it’s too European. Viserys is pretty sure this makes him gay and keeps trying to hint he’d be okay with it instead of congratulating him for any of his accomplishments.

-Jake has a lacrosse scholarship to an ivy where he’s studying business for his family and secretly double majoring in gender studies but he can’t say it out loud because Daemon would make fun of him for being a liberal at dinner.

-Rhaena is an elementary education major in Oldtown. Baela put off going to college with Jake to take a travel gap year to find herself, but she’s been travelling for 3 years now and doesn’t seem to want to stop anytime soon.

-Joffrey gets called to the principal’s office for biting people like once a month but Rhaenyra refuses to believe that her sweet little boy would do that. that’s all send post

#asoiaf #i’ll do the great bastards version of this eventually #luke is in high school and i forgot about daeron as canon demands

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pinksturniolo · 8 months ago

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Robbers - A Chris Sturniolo One Shot (AU) Preview

Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Chris Sturniolo is a part of The Disciples, one of the most notorious Portuguese gangs in Boston. For the past year and a half, you’ve witnessed him take part in the most dangerous crimes. But what happens when one day, you're forced to participate with him? You know it’s extremely toxic and goes against all your morals. Despite that, you just can’t help the way you love him, the way you would do anything for him. Even rob a gas station.

Content Warnings: smut, raw penetration, fingering, oral receiving/giving, themes of criminal activity and violence, mentions of shooting, guns, and blood. descriptions of gunshot wounds, gun play, drugs and drug use, smoking, use of alcohol, murder, robbery, toxic relationship

a/n: I do not condone any actions in this story or promote gun violence. I do not intend in any way shape or form to offend anyone. This is one is a little dark and has a lot of mature themes as well as a gun kink, which can be uncomfortable for people. Please only read what you can handle. <3

Watch this music video before reading, just trust me: The 1975 - Robbers (Official Video) (Explicit) (youtube.com)

Bam!

The sound of the gunshot rang out, making you lose your ability to hear for the next few seconds as you watched Chris go down, clutching his stomach in pain. Blood started to spill out on his hands, staining his shirt a crimson color. The gas station clerk was as shocked as you were, standing there frozen, gun still pointed.

You don’t know how or why, but you just knew you both wouldn’t get out alive from this if you didn’t do something.

So you shot back, aiming for his shoulder. It hit him right where you intended as he doubled over immediately, screaming in pain.

You grab Chris who was still on the floor, helping him stand up. “Baby, come on. Please, we have to go now.” You plead. He grabs onto you, able to stand as you lead him out of the store.

He’s moving as fast as he possibly can, one arm around your shoulder, his other hand covering his wound. You see the van pull up on the other side of the street, your heart beating out of your chest.

You’re trying not to panic, looking up and down the street for any signs of police. There was hardly anyone out. Chris almost falls, shouting out in pain. “Fuck!” He yells and you stop him from falling.

You can barely hold him up, but you use all your strength to make it the last few steps to the van.

“I know baby, I’m so sorry. We’re almost there, Chris, just a few more feet. You can do it.” You say, and he’s shaking, still gripping onto you for dear life. You finally make it to the van, the door sliding open, Tommy helping you both in before he quickly shuts it and then hops back into the driver seat, taking off down the street.

“Holy shit, what the fuck happened in there?!” he says, looking at both of you with wide eyes.

“Shut the fuck up. I need to stop him from bleeding out. I’ll tell you later.” You snap, taking off your hoodie and wrapping it around Chris’s torso. You apply pressure, glancing at him.

He’s pale, breathing rapidly and panic in his eyes as he looks at you. You grab his face with your other hand, brushing his hair back. “It’s okay baby. Don’t worry. We’ll get back to the house soon and get you bandaged up, okay?” You reassure him, trying to keep yourself from crying.

He nods his head, grabbing your hand tightly as he winces in pain.

What the fuck did you just get yourself into?

side note: should I actually post this, yes or no? it’s a little crazy but I feel like it’s a good concept, im not sure if anyone has written something similar. Or is it too much? lmk please. you can leave anon msg if you want.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo oneshot #chris sturniolo smut

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captain19cb97 · 1 year ago

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Pre-Anniversary (M) s.cb

What's better than celebrating an anniversary? Celebrating the night before.

Pairing: Idol!Changbin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Genre: Fluff, Smut (18+ MDNI) Established Relationship

Warnings: This is 100% smut, meaning, if you are not 18 or older, please DO NOT INTERACT with this story. Unprotected sex (reader is on birth control but as always, be smart and safe, use protection of multiple kinds) Pet names (baby, jagi, jagiya, princess) Praise, cursing, slight overstimulation and mentions of food.

"So what are you guys doing for your anniversary tomorrow?"

Changbin turned around from the mixer to look at Han. They had both stayed longer than everyone else tonight to try to finish brainstorming some more lyrics on a song that Chan had started and it was getting really late.

"We're not doing anything. Why?"

Han could've snapped his neck with how quickly he turned his head, letting his phone fall into his lap. "What do you mean you guys aren't doing anything?! It's your guys 6 month anniversary! You've got to do something!"

Changbin just shrugged as he turned his attention back to the screen in front of him, "She doesn't really like celebrating them. So we haven't."

"Any of them?"

Changbin just shook his head, "We celebrated our 3 month and then she told me that she didn't really care to celebrate them like most people do with like gifts and things. So we make dinner together, take a walk after we eat and then we watch a movie before we go to bed."

Han couldn't believe what he was hearing. This was the same man who constantly whined about wanting to buy her things before they were dating, but didn't half the time, because he was worried it would bother her. Now he has a reason to do it and doesn't?!

"You don't buy her gifts?" Han asked slowly, finally sitting up to fully engage in the conversation that he started.

Changbin saved the file then turned to look at Han and smiled, "I buy her flowers every two or three weeks. I buy her lunch twice a week, coffee every day that she has a meeting first thing in the morning. She goes to the gym with me every other day, if she can. She buys me lunch twice a week too, and coffee when we spend entire days in promotions." He shrugged a little, "If she noticed that her bouquet of flowers this morning, was bigger than usual, she didn't say anything. And she bought me lunch today, even though she was on a shoot set."

Han knew now. He knew by the look on Changbin's face, every day was like an anniversary for you guys. You both were happy and fit together like a lock and key- like everyone knew you guys would. He nodded and smiled, "You guys are disgustingly cute, you know."

Changbin laughed, "Yeah, I know. Not all the time though."

Han was skeptical and made a face to show it. "You sure? Because it sounds like you just described something that happens in movies or dramas. And that's your guys actual relationship."

"It's not always perfect, Hannie." Changbin shook his head. "We argue, we've had a couple fights. We get mad at each other sometimes when we disagree on something."

"Yet, you still do all of those things you just told me." Han pointed out, leaning back into the couch. "You guys have found a good balance obviously."

The older man nodded, finding no reason to disagree with Han. "Yeah, but that's the whole point of being in a relationship, isn't it?" He asked rhetorically, "We fight, we make up. We disagree, we try to find a middle ground. We get mad at each other; we give each other space to cool off then talk about it before the day's over."

Changbin wondered if your ears were burning because his phone went off on the desk behind him. Your specialized ring tone blasting "Hey Stupid, I Love You" for a few seconds before he answered the call.

"Hey, Jagi. What's up?"

"Are you still coming over tomorrow? I know you're still working on new music, so you've been staying later lately, so I just wanted to double check."

He smiled at your voice. The soft tone, told him you were ready to fall asleep, likely had already fallen asleep on your couch before you called him, actually. The slow way you spoke when you were sleepy always made his heart flutter and brought a smile to his face. There was just something about it that got to him and reminded him just how much he loved you.

"Yeah, I was planning to. I was going to tonight too, but you sound tired." He answered finally, seeing the dumb grin on Han's face.

You mumbled something softly, sleepily and it made him chuckle.

"One more time, baby. I didn't understand that."

You sighed loud enough for him to hear, "I said, I want you to come over though." He could hear the pout in your voice, and it made him smile even more, picturing the look on your face.

"It's late though." He said softly, only to hear you whine.

"Please?" You begged. "I haven't seen you in a week because of this shoot and I miss you."

That was true and it made him frown slightly, hearing the hurt in your voice. You had been working off property for another company the last few days and hadn't actually seen each other since you had dinner with all of the guys the weekend before. He had to have your flowers delivered to your apartment this morning because he couldn't actually give them to you, and you did the same thing with his lunch.

Han could see Changbin's face change, ever so slightly, but it was enough to know that he was bothered by whatever you had said.

"I know, Jagi. I miss you too." He sighed.

Han nodded to himself, moving to push Changbin in the chair, out of the way of the computer and saving everything before shutting it all down.

"Hold on, Jagi, okay?" He heard Changbin say before he turned to look at him. "What are you doing? We need to finish this."

Han just shook his head, "Go see your girlfriend, Hyung. I'll work on this some more at the dorm and then we can finish it in the morning."

Changbin didn't argue, not that he wanted to. Instead, he clapped Han on the shoulder as he stood from the chair and pocketed his things quickly, still holding his phone to his ear. "Okay, baby? I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Really?" You asked excitedly, the sleepiness in your voice still present but not as much.

Changbin nodded to himself, "Yeah, do you want me to pick something up to eat? Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"No, I haven't. I got home at like 9 and ended up falling asleep on the couch right after that." You admitted.

He hummed, "I'll get something then. I'll see you in a bit." He stopped, "I love you."

It had only been about a month or so since the first time he told you he loved you and every time he did, he was still nervous. You still made him nervous in general, but it was always in a good way. Like he still couldn't believe you had ever said yes to going out with him, couldn't believe that you loved him back.

"I love you, too. Thank you, baby. And tell Ji I said thank you, too."

He nodded, "I will."

He slid his phone into his pocket and looked at Han, "She said thank you. I'm assuming for sending me home, I don't know. But seriously, thanks, man."

Han smiled and grabbed his own stuff, "Don't worry about it, Hyung. You guys are used to seeing each other every day and I know that you've been upset this whole week because you guys haven't had time together."

Changbin shrugged a little as they both walked out of the studio and headed for the elevator. "I'm going to have to get used to not seeing her everyday though. As much as I don't want to. Especially with the tour coming up."

"I thought she was going with us?" Han asked, stepping into the elevator after Changbin.

"She was going to, yeah. But she just got offered a contract with Starship to do a couple shoots with Monsta X again, while we're gone." Changbin made a face, "I told her she should take the contract."

The elevator dinged, opening to the lobby, "Why? Don't you want her to go with us?" Han asked, walking out into the lobby.

Changbin looked up from his phone where he was currently ordering food to pick up. "Yeah, of course I do! I don't like the idea of not seeing her for 4 months, but we both have responsibilities and it's not always up to us how things go."

"But this could be something that goes your way, Hyung! She can get a different contract with them after the tour or something."

Changbin shook his head, "They go on tour, right after we do. And she'd go to the first couple dates with them."

Han looked at Changbin, a confused knock between his brows, "You'd rather she go on tour with a group that isn't us?"

Changbin groaned, rubbing at his forehead, "No, Han. I want her to go with us, but I know that she also wants to take the contract. But I'm not going to make her choose between us and them, that's shitty." He shook his head, "I'm never going to ask her to choose between me, or our group, and anything else."

They stood there in silence for a moment before Changbin sighed and looked back at Han, "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

Han nodded, "Yeah. I hope you guys have a good night. Is she coming back to work tomorrow?"

"I think so, yeah. Today should've been the last day for her shoot." Changbin answered, slowly heading for the garage.

"Cool. Maybe we can all get lunch together tomorrow then."

Changbin smiled, "I'm sure she'd love that. Night, man. See you in the morning."

"Yeah, night, Hyung."

It took about 20 minutes before Changbin was stepping through your apartment door and tugging his shoes off, before his eyes landed on your figure on the couch, the light of the movie you had playing on the tv, hitting your face in the dark living room.

Asleep again.

He set the bag of food down on the counter before softly padding into the living room and kneeling down in front of you. "Jagi?" He moved your bangs away from your face. "Jagiya, wake up." He spoke softly, cupping your cheek as you slowly peeled your eyes open and looked at him. He smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead, "Hi, baby. Sorry it took me so long. Are you hungry?"

You nodded slowly, curling your arms around his neck tightly, "Hi. I missed you." You breathed into his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist just as tightly.

He chuckled, "I missed you, too. How did your shoot go?"

You made a noise in response. Not wholly negative but not positive either.

"That good, huh?" he grinned.

You leaned back enough to look at his face, scrunching yours up, "It was a shoot. I miss my boys." You laid your head back on his shoulder, tucking your face back into his neck. "Missed you the most though." You mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to the skin under his jaw. You felt his fingers on your skin at your hip, sliding slowly under the fabric of your shirt, his shirt, as you pressed another kiss to a different spot on his neck.

"Baby, you need to eat." There was a slight edge to his voice that got worse as his sentence tapered off as you kept kissing his neck.

You hummed, "What if I'm hungry for something else right now though?" You whispered, pulling back to look at him as you threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing his baseball hat off his head and to the floor.

In the 6 months you guys had been dating, there had been a lot of making out, tender touching and some action- that had only been in the last couple weeks though and neither of you ever got fully naked- you had yet to actually have sex together. You guys had talked about it, it wasn't something that you were waiting for the perfect time or anything, it came down to having the time and both of you being in the mood for more than some light, over the clothes stuff.

You had made your mind up about a month ago that you were ready to take that final step about it but you were waiting to actually do anything about it until you knew that Changbin had decided the same. Not wanting to just spring that on him if he wasn't quite ready for that yet.

He looked down at you, your eyes peering up at him with a look he hadn't seen yet, but he knew exactly what you meant and wanted, and he'd be damned if he didn't want it too. He came to the same conclusion about the same time you did but was nervous to bring it up at the time. "Are you sure?" He asked softly, his eyes roaming your face as he waited for you to answer him.

You smiled, nodding slowly, "I am. I have been for a while, but I was waiting in case you weren't."

He made a quiet noise in disbelief before his hands were somehow under both of your thighs and he had you in his arms as stood before the couch. "I was waiting in case you weren't." He mumbled, grinning wide at your surprised expression as you clung to him. "But now that that's out of the way, will you let me take care of you, baby?"

You felt your body still as his tone dropped low, his eyes meeting yours. You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Only if you let me take care of you too."

He shook his head, heading for your bedroom, "Another time, princess. Tonight, is about you. I'm going to show you how much I love you and you're going to let me. Right?"

You giggled as he pushed your door open wide enough to walk you both through it, "Are you telling or asking, baby?"

"Both. Will you let me show you how much I love you? Will you let me imprint every inch and curve of your body to my memory for all the times I can't have you? Will you let me write songs in my kisses on your skin," His knees hit the edge of the bed, "As you make every noise that I've dreamt of hearing?"

You whimpered as you leaned down, softly connecting his lips to yours, "Please, Binnie." You whispered against his lips before he dropped you onto the bed, wasting no time in leaning over you and planting one hand beside your head and the other on your side, under your shirt as he settled between your legs.

You grabbed at the front of his shirt, balling the collar in both of your hands as you pulled him closer to you, reveling in the pressure of him in top of you, his hips pressing teasingly into yours before you trailed your hands down his arms then down his back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and giving it a light tug. He pulled away long enough for you to pull it over his head before you let it fall to the ground, forgotten, as your eyes greedily took in the golden expanse of his chest as his hands found the hem of your shirt next.

He sucked in a breath once your shirt lay forgotten next to his, his eyes landed squarely on your bare chest beneath him. "Have you been like this all day, baby?"

He met your eyes, and the growing blush on your cheeks as you looked back at him and nodded slowly. "I didn't want to wear a bra today, so I didn't." You admitted softly. "I like how your shirts feel against my skin."

He groaned deeply, quickly pressing his lips back to yours for a moment before he trailed them down your neck and across your chest before he swiped his tongue over one of your nipples, taking the other in between his fingers and giving an experimental pinch as you moaned, and your fingers found his hair once again.

"Bin," You moaned softly again, closing your eyes as he moved, giving your other nipple the same attention.

He hummed against your skin, trailing his tongue between the valley of your tits before he looked at you, his hands trailing down your sides and just barely sitting on the waistband of your jeans. "You're going to let me worship you, right, Jagi?" You nodded, meeting his eyes as he ran his fingers along the band. "And you're going to tell me when I'm making you feel good, right?" You nodded again. "Words, baby. I need you to talk to me."

"I'm going to let you worship me, Binnie. I'll tell you when you're making me feel good, I promise." You breathed in anticipation as his fingers quickly popped the button on your jeans. "Please, just touch me, baby, please?"

He grinned, pressing a kiss below your naval and slowly tugging your pants down your legs, taking your panties along with them. "Anything for you, princess. You sound so pretty when you beg, you know that?" He wasted no time trailing his lips down the rest of your body, pressing soft kisses to both of your hips as he gently pushed your legs apart, smirking up at you as he slid his thumb between your folds, gently flicking your clit a couple times. "You're soaked, princess. Is this for me?"

You nodded, panting softly as his thumb followed the same path again, a little harder on the flick, making you buck your hips a little. You moaned, "All for you, baby." You breathed, letting your head fall back as he rubbed tight circles against you.

You felt his lips on the inside of your knee, once, twice, then a third time and before you could moan at the feeling of his thumb on your clit again, it was replaced by his mouth and you knew immediately, it wouldn't be long before he had you coming undone.

Your hand flew to his hair, pulling the strands through your fingers as you tried to move your hips to grind against his mouth. "Fuck, baby. That feels so good." You moaned.

He smiled against you as he doubled down, splaying one of his hands across your pelvis to stop you from moving, before teasingly prodding your hole with one of his fingers.

"D-don't tease me, Binnie, please?" You shook your head softly, squeezing your eyes shut as he kept up his assault on your clit.

He hummed, pulling away just enough to fully look at your face as he slid his finger in completely and watching your face contort in pleasure. "But you make the prettiest sound when you beg for me, princess. How could I not tease you?" His voice was low, lower than you ever thought you'd heard it, before he pressed a kiss to your swollen bulb. "Eyes on me, princess, I want you to see how much I enjoy tasting you."

You arched your back as his lips wrapped back around your clit and he added another finger, curling them just so to have you moaning louder as you pulled at his hair. "Ugh, Bin, more, please?" You picked your head up to look him in the eyes, and what a sight that was, "Fuck, baby that feels so good, but I need more."

He hummed against you, "What do you want, princess?"

"Make me cum. Make me cum and then fuck me until I cum again, Binnie. Please!" You cried, tears in the corners of your eyes as you quickly neared the edge of your orgasm.

Your words stoked the fire that was already in him, and his eyes darkened. "You wanna cum?"

"Yes, please! Make me cum, baby."

He nodded, his fingers moving quicker along your walls as you tightened around them. "I'll make you cum, princess, don't worry." He growled, his lips around your clit with renewed vigor, tongue lapping at the juices that were flowing from you.

The sounds echoing through your room were lewd. You were wet, wetter than you could ever remember being and your moans were pornographic as you teetered on the edge, your thighs shaking as you met his half lidded eyes.

"Bin," you warned, "Fuuck, I'm- I'm gonna cum."

He moved his hand, no longer holding you down and instead took your fingers between his and hummed against you again, "Cum for me, baby. Cum on my tongue."

You threw your head back for the final time, feeling grounded, in a way, with his finger in yours as you came. Your eyes were in the back of your head and Changbin didn't let up in his movements until he knew you were finally coming down from your high.

Your hand felt limp in his as you tried to catch your breath, gazing down your own body at the face of your boyfriend as he lifted his cum slick fingers to his lips and kept eye contact with you as he licked them clean of your essence.

Without another word, you shot up, grabbing his shoulder and flipping the both of you so he was on his back, and you were straddling his hips, hands on his shoulders before your eyes briefly caught the time on your clock.

12:32 a.m.

"Happy anniversary, baby." You smiled, leaning down to kiss him gently.

He hummed against your lips, "Happy anniversary, Jagi."

"So, how are you going to fuck me, Binnie?"

His hands found purchase on your hips as you slowly ground against his painfully hard dick. "Whatever way you want, princess."

You grinned, somewhat evilly, before kissing him again, your hands finding the band of his jeans and then quickly popping the button. "Do you want a condom?" You asked, leaning away from him a little.

He looked up at you, slightly confused before he remembered that you had an iud and grinned widely, "Do you?"

"We're both clean," You smiled, tangling your fingers into the back of his hair before you leaned down close to his ear and whispered, "I want you to fuck me full of your cum."

He growled deeply, his hands moving to squeeze under your ass as he flipped you back over. "Don't move." He pointed at you after he stood up, reaching to pull his pants down.

You sat in the middle of your bed, watching as Changbin made quick work of both his jeans and his boxers, finally leaving the both of you bare. You openly ogled him, looking at him from head to toe as he stalked near you again. "Baby, you're so fucking hot." You gushed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he leaned over you again.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, taking your bottom one between his teeth as he pulled away, "You're one to talk." He laid you back, trailing kissing down your neck again, "You want me to fuck you full of my cum, huh?" You nodded slowly, knowing he couldn't see your face. "I'll do it, baby. But I want you to keep it in. Do you understand?" He grabbed your jaw, not roughly but enough to make sure your eyes were on his. "I don't want you wasting a single drop. Got it?"

"I won't waste any, baby." You whimpered before he crashed his lips to yours and you felt him line himself up at your entrance.

He kept kissing you as he slowly pushed in, inch by glorious inch until he was bottomed out and you were already gasping for air, moaning against his lips.

He dropped his forehead to your shoulder, "Oh shit, princess. You're so warm, baby. You feel so good." He gently kissed the skin by his lips.

Your hands were moving, holding his arm, around his neck, the sheets below you, anywhere you could grab, "Move. Do something, Bin, please."

Your plead was all he needed to pull out almost completely before pushing back in just as slowly, groaning at the feeling of you wrapped around him completely.

You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer as he thrusted in and out of you and kissed along your collarbone. "It feels so good, baby. Just like that."

He groaned against your neck, biting down hard enough to make you clench around him, digging your nails into his shoulders, "You feel so fucking good, baby. Taking me so well, like you were made for me. Fuck."

He accented his words by trailing his hand down your body, his fingers making contact with your clit again, making you arch your back off the bed, pressing tightly against his chest. "D-don't stop." You whined, raking your nails down his back.

"I'm not stopping until you beg me to, baby." He growled, leaning back and pulling your legs from his waist and basically folding you in half, "Not when you sound this good, feel this good. Fuck, do you feel good." He brought one of your legs up to his shoulder, kissing along your calf and listened to you cry out when the angle made him hit deeper.

"Oh, shit! Yes, just like that!" You panted, "Just like that."

You clenched around him, the feeling of how deep he was, how he was hitting every spot inside you perfectly and the constant rhythm of him rubbing at your clit was sending you speeding towards another orgasm.

Hearing the sounds he was making above you were heaven to your ears- hearing him let out deep, guttural moans and groans as he pounded into you, only turned you on more and it felt like your skin was on fire.

He wrapped his arm around your thigh of the leg he had on his shoulder, keeping your legs spread as his hips rocketed into yours with such a lewd and loud smacking sound. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the sheets as your back arched from the bed. "I-m gonna cum." You whimpered, moaning loudly as you clenched tightly around him.

He groaned, his fingers tightening around your thigh and on your hip. "You've been so good, baby, cum for me again."

You threw your head back, keeping your back arched in pleasure as your body started convulsing as you came, almost screaming Changbin's name.

He kept his brutally delicious pace and it felt like that only made you cum harder. His hips never stopped, even as he faltered slightly, stuttering as you clenched around him again, milking him for everything he had.

"Fuck!" He moaned, spilling inside you and painting your walls with his warm seed as he rocked into you until he came down from his high.

He slowly pulled out, and you moaned as he did, feeling suddenly empty as he dropped to his back beside you, panting.

You turned your head to look at him, staring at his side profile as little beads of sweat dropped from his hair to the bed, before he turned and met your eyes.

Quickly, he leaned over and connected his lips to yours in a chaste kiss before you felt his hand on the inside of your thigh.

You shivered at the contact, shaking your head, "Baby, I can't." You whined, your eyes pleading with him in your overstimulated state. "It's too much."

He smirked, his hand cupping your sex gently, pushing the leaking mess of your combined cums back inside you. "I told you, princess, don't waste a single drop." He growled, listening to you moan softly, your hips jerking as his finger made contact with your swollen clit.

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, gasping at the feeling of him touching you again, grinding your hips into his hand. "But I didn't." You protested between pants.

Changbin leaned over, kissing along your neck as his fingers moved along your core. "And you won't. Even if that means that I have to fuck it back into you."

You moaned loudly, whimpering as he grazed his teeth along your shoulder. "Binnie," you panted, eyes screwed shut as a familiar pressure kept quickly building in your stomach. "Don't stop."

The bed jostled a little bit as he moved to lean over you again, and before you could whine about him doing exactly what you had just asked him not to, you gasped as he easily flipped you into your stomach, pulling your hips back to meet his as he slid back in you.

"Oh fuck, baby." You cried, clenching tightly around him. "How are you ready to go again?"

"Do you have any idea how many times you make me hard on a daily basis?" He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked down at you, trailing his hand from your ass, down your back slowly. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby." He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in quickly and stopped, his pelvis against yours. "So fucking perfect for me." Out and then back in again, like he was punctuating each compliment. "Fuck, I love you." He moaned, filling just setting another fast pace as he pulled your back up against his chest.

You gasped, reaching back and grabbed the back of his neck, keeping his head next to yours as you both moaned. You turned your head, slotting your lips roughly against his in a messy kiss- panting into each other's mouths.

It was more intense this time, the two orgasms he'd already given you, had made you incredibly sensitive but it felt so good as his cock dragged along your walls, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to a third orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Changbin!" Your voice an octave higher as you moaned, feeling the tension snap all of a sudden, cumming on his cock without any warning.

Your sudden orgasm threw him headlong into a second orgasm too and his hips came to a stuttering halt this time from how hard you had clamped down on him. Your nails on dug into his forearm, wrapped around your waist, but he couldn't even feel the pain as you both slowly came down from your highs this time.

If it hadn't been for his arm around you, you wouldn't collapsed right there into the bed. But, ever the gentlemen that he is, Changbin gently laid you down, staying leaned over you for another moment as he peppered your shoulders with gentle kisses while you tried to catch your breaths again.

"I thought it was too much?"

You could hear the damn smirk in his voice, without even looking back at him. "I'm going to be so sore in the morning." You croaked, nudging him a little to get him off you.

When he did move, he pulled out at the same time, making you wince a little at the feeling this time. If you were sensitive before, you're thoroughly fucked now. Well, yeah. That was the point.

Changbin watched your face scrunch up as he got off of you. "Sorry, Jagi." He muttered, looking over at you, a slight flush on his cheeks.

You turned your head and just smiled sleepily at him, before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Don't be. That was amazing." You mumbled against his lips before pulling back. "I'm gonna go shower though now. Wanna join me?"

He chuckled, watching you get up on slightly wobbly legs. "Yeah. We can eat when we get out."

You made a face, "I forgot you brought food home." You admitted softly, heading for the bathroom.

He laughed, "I'm not surprised, you were pretty set on something else."

You rolled your eyes as you leaned to turn the shower on. "Hey, I'm not the one who was sending shirtless gym pictures this morning." You turned and looked back at him over your shoulder, seeing him leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed. "You can't blame me for wanting to jump you."

He let out a loud laugh, coming over and wrapping his arms around you, pressing your back into his chest. "You can jump me whenever you want to, Jagi."

You kissed him, smiling against his lips. "Be careful, I just might."

#stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #changbin x reader #changbin smut #stray kids smut #changbin x female reader #stray kids drabble #changbin x you #seo changbin smut #skz smut #skz x reader #skz fic

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teal-fiend · 11 months ago

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In a world where vore is known and commonplace in society, films and T.V will sometimes feature it on screen

The film production team will have to hire stunt doubles, either for the pred character if the actor isn’t actually a pred, or for the prey character, in order to get someone who has more experience in a stomach.

Consistency between shots means that digesting someone live for the performance is not practical, so perhaps they have props that a pred can swallow down to mimic the shape of prey during different stages of digestion.

Although, some indie films have gotten their pred actor to digest the prey for real, through the shaky-cam genre, or even a short film where they planned to shoot everything chronologically.

People in sound design get to record digestion noises. Maybe in order to get a clearer, controlled sound, they record things besides stomachs, like a tube that they put different liquids in to get the best audio

A pred who digested their co-star in real life after production. Fans and critics wonder if it was staged to promote the movie, or if they decided to do it on their own.

Pred actors, during auditions will have to demonstrate how well they can swallow down prey

During shooting, preds will have to do many takes during a swallowing scene, which can be incredibly exhausting. Directors will have to weigh their options, to see if shooting the scene is really worth it, considering the recovery time the pred needs to have between takes. It would be cheaper if they just cut to the next scene, or have the swallowing happen off-screen.

However, after CGI takes a hold on the film industry, practical effects disappear almost entirely from screen. Critics complain that it looks uncanny or soulless and cheap, others say they can’t tell the difference. If movie-goers want to see the real thing they have to watch older movies, or if they’re lucky an auteur will insist on using genuine pred and prey in the act.

#fatal vore #implied digestion #digestion #tw vore #v/ore #vore fic #vore writing #vore digestion #v.ore #soft vore #vore prompt #voreblr #same size vore #vore talk #v0re

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anthurak · 1 year ago

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So I’ve been reading/watching a few different Helluva Boss theory posts/videos recently, and I really have to ask:

We all recognize that when it comes to serious theory-crafting on lore, character backgrounds and most other things, basically EVERYTHING from the pilot is firmly in ‘take with a grain of salt’ territory, right?

Like this is not some ‘true episode one’ or weird ‘episode zero’ thing. It’s a pilot, a proof-of-concept and basic introduction to the series premise and main characters. Now it is certainly a GREAT intro to that premise and those characters, but it’s also clear that at this point the writers were still ironing out the characters, lore and other elements. I mean just compare Stolas in the pilot to Stolas in just the first episode, or how Tilla went from being Blitzo’s older sister to being his mother.

And we can really see this dissonance all over the pilot, as well as possibly getting a sense of what earlier drafts of characters might have looked like.

For example, Moxxie’s ‘dreaming my parents were getting murdered’ line in the pilot certainly feels like it may have at one point been foreshadowing, but it also just doesn’t fit very well with what we later got in the actual show. It seems like Moxxie would have nightmares about his mother being killed, but find dreams about Crimson being murdered to be quite appealing. Instead, I think we can guess that the plan at the time of the pilot was for Moxxie’s parents to have both been murdered by the mob/Crimson, possibly leading to Moxxie being adopted (perhaps by force) by Crimson. But between the pilot and the first episode, Vivzie and the team opted to streamline things by making Crimson be Moxxie’s father in the first place and him having murdered Moxxie’s mother. As evidenced by how Moxxie’s ‘maybe a shitty dad, or a mob family…’ line in Murder Family is MUCH more in line with what we end up seeing in Season 2.

Likewise, I imagine that Tilla originally being Blitzo’s sister likely had her in a nurturing, adoptive older sister role to Blitzo and Barbie, until the writers decided it simply made more sense for Tilla to just be the twins’ mother instead.

So when I see people doing stuff like using Loona’s implication that she has syphilis as a major part of or even the whole basis for theories on her messed up background/childhood, I can’t help but feel like they’re unwittingly building up their theory on a pretty shaky foundation.

Like don’t get me wrong, I fully agree that Loona went through some major shit in her childhood. I even have a hunch/headcannon that her backstory is actually going to have Blitzo AND Moxxie beat in the fucked-up department. It’s just that I think a far more reliable source of foreshadowing on this is something like Loona’s whole ‘This kid probably sets dogs on fire’ spiel in Murder Family, rather than anything from the pilot. Particularly since we now how at least two other cases of seemingly offhand, inconsequential jokes from that episode actually being foreshadowing; again, Moxxie’s ‘maybe a shitty dad…’ line, as well as Blitzo’s ‘we’re just killing a mother…’ line.

Finally, everything I’ve said here goes double, triple and frankly QUADRUPLE for Hazbin Hotel. Whereas we only had a little more than a year between Helluva Boss’s pilot and first episode, we’ve had over FOUR years for Hazbin. And it’s clear already from the trailers and other promotional material that things have changed quite a bit since the pilot. Like I’m as hyped as anyone else to finally see this show get released, but when it comes to specific expectations, we REALLY need to take basically all but the most general, basic, broad-strokes story, character and lore details that were in the pilot with a MASSIVE grain of salt.

Things like the basic premise, general character personalities, Charlie and Vaggie being a couple, etc; those we know are still a thing. Everything else is WILDLY up in the air.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #assume that NONE of your precious headcanons are going to survive the hazbin premier

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tgmsunmontue · 8 months ago

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More than movie magic... 10/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

PART TEN

Jake knows being annoyed with his mom is unreasonable, but a part of him also just can’t help it, she’s an annoying person hell-bent on making him do something he’s been putting off. God, he can never tell her that he’s had Bradley’s phone number for over a year, she’ll never let him live it down. It’s Wednesday morning now, so he has three days, assuming she doesn’t change her mind on the timeline. Now that he’s had two proper full-night’s sleep his brain feels less like it��s been put through a grinder and sat in pickle juice for days on end. He’s also feeling like he’s adjusting back to the right time after a couple of weeks skipping through time zones and continents for the promotional tour.

He’d spent a fair amount of time last night lying in bed mulling over the fact that Bradley has been here for over two weeks, has met both his parents and cousin Freddie and Uncle Andy. Not all of the cowhands have watched him grow up, but a few did. He’s definitely met all of the current ones more than once. His other aunts and uncle all live in surrounding farms and ranches, his parents ranch the main central point geographicalluy, which is why they had based so many of the key building developments here. So the chance of Bradley having met several more members of his extended family are alarmingly high. He has no idea what he was thinking when he suggested this ranch as a potential location.

He goes down to the kitchen, only to find it empty and he guesses the welcome wagon is well and clearly gone, now that he’s been home a whole twenty-four hours. Then his not-tired brain kicks in and he realizes that if his mom isn’t here then she’s likely in the mess hall, talking to people. He scrambles through getting dressed and then dithers over riding Blitzen or taking a car, but seeing his dad pottering around in the family stable decides it for him and by the time he steps into the stable his dad has already got Blitzen saddled up, is looking amused and no doubt his mom has talked his ear off.

“Good luck today,” his dad says, slapping his shoulder.

“Did mom tell you?” Jake asks, double checking the tightness and running his hands over Blitzen, stroking her nose so she can smell him and he smiles when she snorts and licks him.

“I meant with the first day of filming. But yes, the other thing too I guess.”

“Right. Okay. Yeah,” he says, sucks in a breath. “Thanks dad.”

It’s still early, not even seven, although he’s got makeup at eight, so he doesn’t have a heap of time, and now that he thinks more, he’s got work, which means his time to actually talk to Bradley before his mom’s ridiculous ultimatum isn’t actually three days, but more like a few hours of spare time, which isn’t very much all, because he doubts his free time and Bradley’s free time are going to overlap. The ride between his parents house and the main buildings isn’t even ten minutes at a walk, and he does take it at a walk, despite the urge to suddenly just ride away at speed. He’s not a teenager anymore, although no doubt his mother would argue differently.

Of course, when he leads Blitzen into the stable Bradley is there, brushing down Buttercup and talking to her under his breath and he doesn’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed. There is going to be the ghost of Bradley Bradshaw on his family ranch for years regardless of whether anything happens between them or not. He’s not prepared to see him, hasn’t thought about what he wants to say, what he can say. Fuck.

“You’re up early. Already gone for a ride huh?” Bradley asks, gesturing toward Blitzen with his head and Jake reaches for her and begins taking off the saddle and bridle, hanging it in one of the empty stalls.

“Just a short one. I miss it when I’m in Hollywood,” he admits.

“You seem pretty at home here…” Jake gives him a sharp look, wonders if he knows. It’s not exactly a secret, it’s even meant to be part of the promotional PR for the film, the whole city boy returned to his roots and finds romance while saving his family ranch. “I figure you grew up near here, everyone seems to know you.”

Jake blinks.

Somehow, despite being here for over two weeks, Bradley hasn’t made the connection that this is Jake’s home. He feels a little inkling of amusement and wonders if this is how his mom feels when she’s telling him that he’s smart and yet somehow a dumbass at the same time.

“What do you think of it?”

“The ranch?”

“Yeah,” Jake says, because that’ll do as a nice safe starting point.

“It’s like a well-oiled machine. I can’t begin to imagine what work needs to happen, but everyone seems to know what needs to be done and just gets on and does it. I didn’t realize we’d be filming on such a large working ranch, it’s pretty amazing to see.”

“And the land?”

“Well, I’m a city boy, grew up thinking nothing could beat the lights of Hollywood. But got to say the night sky out here is beautiful.”

“Hmm,” Jake hums, because he agrees, still enjoys going out camping just to get away from as much light pollution as possible and spend the time staring up at the night sky and a part of him wants to extend an invitation to Bradley to do that, wants to do that with him.

“I’ll let you get to breakfast, I’m heading out for my own early morning ride. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, sure. Enjoy your ride.”

He watches Bradley leave, is still watching him when Bradley turns his head to look back at him and instead of looking away Jake just raises his hand in a wave of acknowledgement.

Baby steps.

PART ELEVEN

#Hangster #Sereshaw #more than movie magic #Top Gun Maverick

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the-desolated-quill · 6 days ago

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Okay. So here’s the problem I have with Aquaman And The Lost Kingdom.

It’s not a bad movie as such. It has its moments. There are things to like. The problem is that it pales in comparison to the first film. I LOVED Aquaman. I loved it way more than I thought I would. It was a well written, visually stunning fantasy epic. It was also a complete story with a beginning, middle and end. Which leaves us with a big problem with the sequel. Because the ending of the first film is so definitive, there isn’t actually anywhere for the second film to go. I mean they try. We see Black Manta continue with his quest for revenge, and we see Arthur try to reconnect with his half-brother Orm in the hopes of redeeming him, but it all feels kind of superfluous. Everything The Lost Kingdom does, the first film had already done and done better.

It also doesn’t help that this film came out at a time when Warner Bros was busy trying to suffocate the DC Universe with a pillow. Plus the extensive reshoots in order to erase Amber Heard from existence because Hollywood has the backbone of a chocolate eclair. And on top of that, the script’s environmental messaging is both clumsy and painfully on the nose. The villain, a dollar store Sauron, was imprisoned in Antarctica and now global warming is thawing him out. And the film ends with Arthur addressing the United Nations, lecturing humanity to look after the planet, which is not only a complete ripoff of the ending of Black Panther, minus the emotional payoff of a well executed character arc, it’s also unintentionally hilarious because Jason Momoa is doing his speech in his day-glow orange Aquaman suit. I’m sorry, but there’s a reason why Chadwick Boseman didn’t have his Black Panther suit on during his big speech, and that’s because it would be impossible to take him seriously if he was trying to tug at the heartstrings and promote international and intercultural unity while dressed in a giant cat costume. 🤣

And THEN there’s the racial allegory.

When the first film came out, I remember there was minor controversy because people were hoping DC would cast Polynesian actors as the Atlanteans. Instead they were all white, which was a shame… until you watched the film and you realised that all the human characters were played by people of colour, and you listened to the derogatory way Atlanteans talked about humans in the film, and you realise that, holy shit, this was deliberate. Atlantis is a metaphor for white supremacy. They view humans as ignorant, destructive, primitive, and savage. They even refer to Arthur as a mongrel at one point. I love this idea because I think it’s a clever way of tying Aquaman into the original myth of Atlantis, which people tend to forget was itself an anti-colonialist allegory. The Atlanteans conquered the world, enslaving other nations, and because of their hubris and greed, they fell out of favour with the gods, and so Atlantis sank into the sea without a trace. So using DC’s Atlantis as a metaphor for white supremacy is actually thematically appropriate and adds another layer to the film.

Unfortunately the racial allegory becomes very problematic in the second film.

Like the first film, the Atlanteans (with the exception of Arthur) are portrayed by white people and the humans by people of colour, presumably in order to keep continuity with the first film. The problem is that the context of this film is very different. Think about it. What happens? Black Manta, a black man, wants revenge against Aquaman. Humans, played by people of colour, have caused global warming, melting Antarctica, and now Black Manta wants to speed the process up to resurrect dollar store Sauron in order to gain the power to destroy Atlantis, where the white people live. He fails, and the white Atlanteans decide to reveal themselves in order to share their superior wisdom, knowledge and technology with the natives in order to save the world.

Yikes. BIG yikes. 😰

The racial allegory is a double edged sword that cuts both ways. What was used as a way to examine and condemn white supremacy in the first film is now inadvertently reinforcing colonialist narratives and stereotypes in the second. In fairness, I don’t think this was intentional on the part of the filmmakers, but it’s still a MASSIVE oversight, and I’m amazed nobody picked up on it during production. To say it’s dodgy would be an understatement.

So yeah. Aquaman And The Lost Kingdom. Not a fan. 🤷🏻‍♂️😕

#aquaman and the lost kingdom #aquaman #dc extended universe #review #at least we still have the first film

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porcupine-girl · 4 months ago

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Our Song S3: Commercial Break

While I work on editing episode 5, I've posted a special chapter on AO3, with all the Our Song-related stuff I saw (and bought) in China!

You can read it here on AO3 or below the cut:

First off, a literal word from our sponsor: I found a UBEST ad. For a country where a lot of the population is lactose intolerant, there are a lot of milk ads. I guess when a lot of your potential market is lactose intolerant you have to advertise your milk more heavily than here.

I very much wish I'd been able to see someone in concert while I was there, but nobody I could find happened to be playing either of the cities on the few days I'd be there (Joker played Beijing DAYS after I left! 😫). But I did see ads for Jam Hsiao coming to Shanghai in August:

Wait... Who tf is Jam Hsiao, you may ask? You'll find out in episode 5!

Thanks to a tip from marlo-noni on tumblr, I found two "idol stores" in the Shanghai Jing'an Joy City mall, which were ground zero for merch. These stores were about 75% K-pop, but there was a decent amount of merch for Chinese singers and actors, along with a few current cdramas.

Photo cards are very popular, little playing-card-sized random photos of celebrities, some of which look official and some of which look like selfies from their social media. You can buy these singly, or in packs of like ten, or in actual decks. I didn't buy any, but I saw some for both Wang Sulong and Joker Xue:

I also saw some for Zhou Shen, who was in Season 1 of Our Song, but I forgot to take a photo of those. The first store especially also had a ton of these 6"x18" double-sided banners. This was the only Liu Yuning merch I saw on my trip! There were a ton of these but I bought these two, LYN and Joker (photos show first one side and then the other):

In the second photo, the text on Joker's banner reads 你是我今生未完成的歌 (You are the unfinished song of my life), lyrics from his song 未完成的歌 (Unfinished Song) from his 2009 album of the same name. The text on LYN's banner reads 一束光 / 黑夜的2 (A beam of light in the dark of night 2). 黑夜一束光 is the name of one of the songs on his 2019 album 十.

I also bought this Joker Xue bookmark (front and back):

The first idol store was also where I got an ACTUAL PIECE OF OUR SONG MERCH! It's got Xiao Zhan, who was on season 1, not 3, which you can watch here (it says 2 but it's 1)—the store had a whole section for Xiao Zhan merch.

Honestly, I almost didn't notice it in with all the other Xiao Zhan stuff—I don't even remember him wearing this outfit, though apparently he wore it for some of the promotional photos like this one. I eventually noticed the Our Song logo, though. I have to wonder if I would have seen other Our Song merch around if I'd actually been in China while it was airing, or if this was only made because of XZ's popularity (as a singer, overall he's not nearly as big a star as some people they've had on the show, but among people who shop at idol stores he may be the biggest lol).

My white whale of this trip was to buy at least one actual physical CD from an artist I like, or at least someone I know of. I asked on multiple subreddits where I might be able to buy CDs in China, only to be told over and over again that Chinese artists don't release physical media anymore and nobody cells Chinese CDs. The closest thing I got to a real answer was someone who suggested a bookstore chain they thought might maybe stock CDs at some locations, but with the warning that they probably mostly or only sold western artists. This turned out to be the biggest bookstore chain in China (and run by the government, unsurprisingly); I went to at least a couple different locations as well as many other bookstores and not a single one had CDs.

Finally, a couple days from the end of my trip, I was looking for more idol stores in Beijing and had the idea to Google where to get K-pop stuff, since the idol stores were mostly K-pop (the idol stores actually did sell K-pop CDs, as did a couple other places I saw, but not a single Chinese CD). This is what finally led me to a blog post about places to get K-pop stuff in Beijing, including CDs, which mentioned the store Disc in the Chaoyang Joy City mall! (Joy City seems to be a big mall chain in China, I went to two different ones in Beijing on top of the one in Shanghai.)

Unfortunately, once I got inside there were signs saying no photos - I'm not really sure why, but I really didn't want to get kicked out so I didn't take any! Which is a shame, because talk about hitting the jackpot! The very first thing I saw when I walked in was a bunch of George Lam CDs, along with Hacken Lee (who was a senior in S1).

I have no idea how the discs were organized, honestly. I think maybe the first section was Cantopop, since George and Hacken both recorded mostly in Cantonese and there was also a lot of Wang Fei (who has never been on Our Song afaik but I have some of her songs, she's recorded in both languages). Then was clearly Mandarin stuff, and maybe vaguely sort of in alphabetical order but not very strictly? And maybe also by genre? There were no signs on the shelves that I could find explaining the organization, listing genres or anything.

I opened my notes app and made a note with "Where can I find these?" in Chinese along with a list of the artists all in hanzi, but thankfully the guy I found to help me actually spoke pretty good English. I still showed him the list because it just seemed easiest. He knew exactly which ones they had in stock and where to find them.

They had two of Penny Tai's albums, a couple from Wang Sulong, a bunch of albums from Da Zhangwei's band The Flowers, one Da Zhangwei CD/DVD, and a bunch of Joker Xue albums. (As an example of the weird organization, the Da Zhangwei album was shelved with the Flowers albums, which suggest genre but not alphabetical, and Joker's stuff was on an endcap in a totally different part of the store that I never would have found.) I wound up buying a Flowers double album and Joker Xue's latest, Countless (I already knew I loved the title track from this album):

I will not say how much I paid for these; let's just say that the Joker CD was somewhat reasonably priced while the Flowers CD, which was released in 1999 and this is probably a copy from then, cost way more than I was hoping to spend. 😬 But I have yet to find a single Flowers album on eBay or yesasia.com or even iTunes—the few Flowers songs I have in my playlist I've ripped from YouTube—so I bought it. The guy helping me actually handed it to me telling me it was their best album; I'd assumed he was trying to sell me the most expensive one but believe it or not this double album was actually the cheapest one they had! I forget which album it was but one of the Flowers CDs was going for 1000RMB ($137)!

Joker's album, Countless, cost a little more than I'd normally pay for a CD in the US, but when I got it home and finally opened it, it very much earned that price! I was not expecting it to be full of more merch. It's in a very nice grey box to start with, then on top there was a black envelope that, when I opened it, contained several index-card-sized black and white photos of Joker. Plus instead of just simple liner notes with lyrics, there was a full little photo book, with the lyrics on the smaller black half-pages in between:

Also! I could not get a photo of this, but I heard Hu Xia's song 那些年 (which you'll see him perform soon) in the wild! We were eating breakfast at a pastry shop in Beijing and they were playing it! What's really funny is that my son realized it at the exact same time I did—"Mom, this is a song from your playlist!"

Of course, Our Song merch wasn't all I was looking for in China—to see some of the other merch and ads I saw, keep an eye on my PG Goes to China tag on Tumblr; I made some posts while I was there but I'll also be posting several themed roundups over the next couple of weeks! I might even post a few photos of boring things like the Great Wall and Forbidden City.

I promise next time I will be back with more actual Our Song. Until then, here is 无数, the title track I love so much from Countless:

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#our song #我们的歌 #joker xue #薛之谦 #xiao zhan #liu yuning #花儿乐队 #pg goes to china #Youtube

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From this article about One & Only “The "easter eggs" that are not on the screen of "One and Only" are here”

Recently, Entertainment Studio talked to "One and Only" director Dapeng and starring Huang Bo, and shared the stories behind the scenes of 10 movies with everyone here.

"Passionate" is an adjective that is aptly used to describe the newly released movie "One and Only".

This movie focusing on street dance is dazzling, and the last 20 minutes of the national competition are especially hearty, making people's palms sweat;

Outside the shoot, every member of the "One and Only" crew is doing their best for the cause they love, and the soul of the group is burning. Dapeng took the main creator to run desperately across the country, dancing in amusement parks, singing at barbecue stalls, checking tickets in movie theaters, handing out posters in frog suits under the scorching sun, riding bicycles for publicity, taking trains for publicity, and promoting at scenic spots... Wang Yibo fell ill and returned to the team after only two days of rest to continue the roadshow. Like Chen Shuo in the film, everyone is desperate to give, just to get closer to their dreams, and their warm emotions are constantly transmitted to more audiences.

"One and Only" is a film project born under the trend of the times to break prejudice.

"After the release of "Sewing Machine Band", the business of many local piano shops began to improve, because there were many children who went to learn musical instruments. This "One and Only" also carries the blessing of the entire Chinese street dance circle, from the preparation stage to the end of the shooting, the street dance circle is looking forward to and blessing this movie, I believe that this movie will definitely usher in a peak of rapid development of Chinese street dance after its release. They may be children and parents, or they may be people who have been prejudiced against street dance, but they will all fall in love with street dance and the people in the story. Dapeng said.

The best candidate for Bboy

In order to understand the real street dance culture, Dapeng did a lot of homework.

He watched street dance movies all over the world, and interviewed a large number of street dancers of different ages in various cities across the country, from three to forty and fifty years old. In April 2021, during the preparation of "One and Only" and before the start of "Keep You Safe", Dapeng asked all the Bboys he knew the same question-

"If I'm looking for someone to play Bboy, he has to be a well-known actor, he has to be able to act and dance at the same time, and his temperament can be recognized by the Bboy community, who should I go to?"

Dapeng got a unified answer, Wang Yibo.

At that time, Dapeng did not know Wang Yibo, he did not even have a script, and he met Yibo nervously through the brokerage company. In order to prevent his expression from being in place, Dapeng also wrote a letter in advance and handed it to Yibo.

Later, Dapeng received a reply from Wang Yibo and wrote a lot of words. Wang Yibo said that he is very happy to be invited to play this role, street dance and movies are his passion, so doing this thing is a superposition of love. He agreed to star in "One and Only".

With a specific object, the film began to enter a stage of rapid progress. Screenwriter Su Biao printed a photo of Wang Yibo and pasted it above the table, looked at his photo every day, and began to write the script.

The script grows from the double BO

The earliest "One and Only" stories tried different directions. At the beginning, the main line is the relationship between mother and son, about how a mother raises her children, and the "exclamation point" is actually derived from a plot in the early version of the script. When Chen Shuo was young, his mother took him to choose his favorite extracurricular class, and if he didn't learn well, he would put a cross or question mark, and only the street dance chosen by Xiao Chen Shuo himself was given an exclamation point. The exclamation point became a small code word between mother and son, and Chen Shuo finally used it on the stage of the national competition.

In the process of the development of the script, they want to write how Chen Shuo is getting stronger and stronger, then he must have a good coach. The coach's line is getting fuller and fuller, and slowly becomes the protagonist.

At the same time, Dapeng they are going to start looking for actors. An OG who can dance, his acting skills are also brilliant, and the only thing Dapeng can think of is Huang Bo. He had shown every script to Huang Bo before, but he didn't find a suitable opportunity for cooperation, but he didn't expect that Huang Bo agreed very happily this time.

"Brother Bo told me that he could finish his last job within a time frame and have a whole block of time to shoot "One and Only", which scared me. Because it is not even a complete script, only the outline of the story. He seemed to have been waiting for the role, and the invitation process went smoothly beyond my own imagination. Dapeng said.

"So we have the double BO combination. We project our impression of them into the script, maybe you can see that there is a part of Huang Bo's shadow on the characters, and there is a growth trajectory of Yibo, that is because these two characters can be said to be tailored for Huang Bo and Yibo, and the story is grown from them.

This time is different from my previous creative path, I used to write one draft, two drafts and three drafts of the script, and even the punctuation marks I felt very satisfied with before I went to find an actor, but in the end it didn't work, and I acted by myself. "One and Only" was unexpectedly smooth, and it was the most efficient film I created. ”

Chen Shuo and his mother

In the final film, the line between Chen Shuo and his mother was compressed, but it was still the biggest crying point.

"The two of them are still a bit alike, did you feel it?" Dapeng laughed.

Liu Mintao and Wang Yibo each did their homework for the role, and the first rivalry scene they wanted to shoot was the scene where Chen Shuo rushed to the wedding scene to find that it was his mother singing on stage, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

The crew spent a while to set up the studio scene for the filming of this scene, and ran in a group of extras. As soon as the shout began, Liu Mintao and Wang Yibo quickly entered the situation, and both of them shed tears from their hearts.

Dapeng in front of the monitor was a little confused - a scene that took so much effort to prepare, the result was so easy? He said it would be okay or ... Do it again? But in fact, the first take is used in the end. The two actors have done a lot of homework before this, and their understanding of the characters has been very thorough, realizing the "one take" of this heavy emotional scene.

Uncle's wax figure

Living with them in the film is Chen Shuo's uncle, played by the bald Yue Yunpeng, a character with few scenes but dense laughter.

Because her mother's surname is Du, the team came up with a somewhat nonsensical shop name called "Madame Tussauds Restaurant". There are a lot of wax figures in the store, and authorization is required to shoot wax figures, so the crew first considered Dapeng's friends, Jia Ling, Zhang Xiaofei, Yang Di, Li Xueqin, etc., and also thought of world-class celebrity images such as Monkey King, Einstein, Bruce Lee, and Tyson.

Yang Di not only has wax figures, but he himself also came to play a moving wax figure in a nightmare, which is scary and funny. Li Xueqin could have had a wax figure in the shape of a female ghost in "Keep You Safe", but because it was not sure which of "One and Only" or "Keep You Safe" would be on first, the audience might not get this meme, so they could only remove it first.

"With wax figures and a little bit of my own thinking in it. What kind of people are those who have wax figures, they are all successful people. But my uncle has been sculpting a wax figure of himself, and the closer to the end of the movie, the wax figure becomes more and more complete. If you have a belief in your heart, no matter how ordinary and ordinary people are, you can shape your appearance like your uncle. Dapeng said.

Huang Bo backflipped, Wang Yibo hit closed, and the crew rolled up

For movies dedicated to street dance, the dance part must be burning and fried enough, and it must be able to bring a strong visual and psychological impact to the audience.

Dapeng spent a long time researching how to make street dance look better, he organized a group of dancers to the studio to test shoot, try various equipment and mirror movement, and also hired a new editing director, Zhang Yibo, who had cut "Young You", to cut the dance part, because Zhang Yibo himself is also a dancer.

Most of the members of the exclamation point are real-life top dancers, each specializing in different dances. Between "let professional actors learn to dance" and "ask professional dancers to perform", he chose the latter in order to save the dance. But I didn't expect that the dancers' performances in the final film were also very good, because most of the time Dapeng let them "play themselves", eating the hot pot scene, everyone talked about why they wanted to dance, which is the true voice of the dancers themselves.

And the two leading actors, Huang Bo and Wang Yibo, both showed the highest professionalism and did their best to exceed the required dance moves. In the original script, there was no Ding Lei on the scene, but Huang Bo felt that since he came, it was difficult to jump again. Wang Yibo also strives to jump to perfection every time, and finally jumps with closure.

"Yibo and Brother Bo are very serious, so serious that I don't think it's necessary, for example, Brother Bo has a flip, in fact, you can do it with a stand-in, and you can't see it, but he must do it himself. Spirits can infect each other, there is a competitive atmosphere in the crew, you want to do a backflip by yourself, what should others do?

For the last street dance competition, we filmed at the Hangzhou Olympic Sports Center for 10 days, and the shooting intensity was very large. The movie is cut shot by shot, but the actors can't jump only part of it, the movements are coherent, so jumping over and over again is a test of everyone's physical endurance.

On the penultimate days of filming, they told me that Chen Shuo (Wang Yibo) had an uncomfortable ankle, but he didn't tell me that I only learned about it after several people. Although there was a team doctor on the scene every day, I told Yibo at that time that the movie is edited, and it doesn't matter if a certain time you dance is not so perfect, as long as a few moments are good, and then we can make up for it through other angles.

But he just has to be good from beginning to end, he is too demanding of himself. On the last day, he should have filmed the scene in a closed position.

In order to live up to his efforts, in the end, in the choice of editing, you can go to watch, I try my best to ensure that his performance is a complete camera, not cut. ”

An avid group performer

Dapeng used to watch many group performances in film and television dramas, such as a group of reporters mechanically pressing the camera shutter, and a group of wooden audiences under the concert stage, they would feel very dramatic. The main creator may pay more attention to the protagonist, and the supporting role is just a human flesh background board. This time filming "One and Only", Dapeng felt that the atmosphere creation of the competition scene was the top priority, and it was the key point for the audience to have a sense of presence and thus believe in the story.

No matter how big the scene, Dapeng requires every group audience in the audience to react with passion and commitment.

"Every day I try everything to liven up the atmosphere on the spot," Dapeng said, "The whole voice is dumb, if I can't do it, I will want my sister to go up, and if she can't do it, I will go up to others, and take turns to drive the atmosphere."

One day at 11 p.m., everyone started to get sleepy, and I felt as if the atmosphere was going to fall, so I rushed into the crowd myself. I said, look how I play an avid hip-hop audience. When you go to drive the atmosphere, everyone will be infected by you, and the atmosphere of the game can be more enthusiastic. ”

Dapeng, who did not star in his own movie for the first time, played a fanatical live audience, and he also set his "black photo" as a Weibo avatar

Prepare the last scene as if it were a movie

The last 20 minutes of the hip-hop competition were constantly reversed, and the climax was stacked, and wave after wave raised the atmosphere. How was this scene designed?

"We prepared the last scene as a movie. Although it is an action scene, it also takes on a lot of narrative functions, so that the game is always in suspense, there are constant reversals and accidents, and each round has ups and downs. Before filming this competition, our crew stopped work for a few days, and there were meetings every day, and various departments coordinated how to shoot this game.

Fortunately, we have the best dancers in China, the best dance consultants, the members of the coaching staff of the national team, and they give a lot of ideas. For example, someone was injured on the spot, how to persist with the injury, and impress the judges with spirit, such as the music suddenly stopped, the team's creativity..."

In the end, the exclamation point won satisfactory results with the comprehensive strength of the dance company, Chen Shuo's personal efforts, on-the-spot adaptability, team soul and creativity, etc., and I believe that it will definitely bring unexpected surprises to the audience.

Making a movie is very simple, it is a group of people who go all out for one thing

Chen Shuo in the play and Dapeng outside the play are both inspirational examples of struggle.

Recently, Dapeng turned out an old photo, which was a photo of his back with Wang Yibo at an event in Sina when he first stepped into the film industry nine years ago. At that time, he must not have imagined that one day they would collaborate on a movie.

In the ten days we filmed the National Street Dance Competition, every day burned to the fullest. About one day at the end of work, I found a room, and when there was no one, I cried there myself. It's not sad, it's reluctant to finish filming this scene. Even if this group of people gathers at another event in the future, it is not the feeling at this moment, and I miss the time I spent together. ”

"I thought later, maybe that's why I prefer to make movies. Life is hard, but making a movie is much simpler because it's simple, and everyone is desperately trying to give it their all for one thing.

Have you noticed that Yibo has become more smiling in this crew? Because that's what a twenty-four-five-year-old young man should look like, but he is Wang Yibo, and I know the pressure he faces, so in the crew, I try to make him find more security and trust. I believe that he was also very engaged and happy not to talk about the outcome of the final movie, but only about the summer they experienced together. ”

"This time I am also immersed in the directing work, I hope that this film can have a breakthrough in my career, because it is different, with such a powerful Bo Ge, Yibo, and such a group of the best Chinese dancers, everyone likes actors, I think it will become my best work so far." Dapeng said.

As the exclamation point recruitment slogan writes, "Keep working hard and you'll succeed!" This sentence is also true for each of the creators of Dapeng and "One and Only".

( Note : I removed some parts and paragraphs that focus more on DP and his past works. what is left here is about the movie, wyb and chen shuo. )

#wang yibo #one and only movie #accio victuuri translation #THIS IS A REALLY GOOD INTERVIEW FOR THE IDEAS BEHIND THE FILM #and omg the scriptwriter with yibo’s photo as the inspiration lol #there is no one in chinese internal entertainment industry who could have starred in this movie — only wang yibo!!!!!

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