#same encore every fucking show too

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do arctic monkeys know they can make their setlists longer than 21 songs

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The Real Encore

Reader x Yuna Smut Word Count: 7.1k

Following the show, you sat back in your seat in a daze, dumbfounded that you had finally gotten a chance to see your favorite group Itzy live in concert. They were everything you'd hoped they'd be and more. Nothing online could have prepared you for what it would be like finally laying your eyes on them in person. Months of preparation getting right physically paid off in dividends too, as multiple members came by your side of the stage to give you all the fanservice you could have ever wanted. You believed you must have been the luckiest guy in the building as it happened more than once. Each and every member came by to dance specifically for you, and you ate it all up. It was all surreal, and you could not imagine a more perfect night. 

As the audience continued to file out of the arena, you snapped out of your daze and started gathering your things to leave. You were about to leave when a staff member from the show got your attention from across the barricade and called you over. You were a little confused because you thought that maybe you had done something wrong, but that confusion was quickly washed away when they told you that your ticket had won a "special raffle", and that you were selected to come participate in a meet & greet with the group backstage. You were ecstatic, but told to keep your cool as the staff member did not want to draw the attention of the unluckier fans and cause a scene. They guided you around to the side of the stage and took you back through a hallway leading to the backstage area. You were brought to a room where a staff member took your belongings for safe keeping while another gave you some quick paperwork to sign. You were so excited at the prospect of meeting the members that you didn't even read most of it. Once everything was set, you were told to wait for a bit until they would take you to another room to meet the girls.

They sat you down in a long hallway backstage, on a row of foldable chairs seated against a wall. The rumble of JYP and Venue staff rushing through everything, packing up the show and making sure they get done as soon as possible to be able  to head down was dizzying. There were a total of 4 chairs lined up, including yours, but so far you were the only one sitting in one. Staff kept rushing back and forth as 5 minutes of waiting turned to 10 minutes turned to 15 minutes. You wondered if it was going to take much longer, and decided to ask one of the next staff members you saw.

"Excuse me" You addressed them. "When will the special raffle event start? Are there other winners we're still waiting on?" You asked, in your politest voice, but they just looked at you confused.

"Special raffle? What special raffle?" They replied, as if asking what the fuck you were talking about. "Are you allowed to be back here?" They continued, putting you on the spot. You tried to explain that one of the staff members told you to wait here, but you had nothing to show for it.

"They're fine, I told them to wait here!" The staff member from earlier came in just in time to save your skin, with another guy you could only assume to be another concert goer going off of their outfit in tow. The staff member you asked for clarification gave you a suspicious look, but backed off, going back to their urgent tasks.

"Sorry about that." The first staff member said. "Not everyone is made aware of all events. I hope the wait wasn't too unbearable, we still had to find our other winner. But we are ready to start now!" They explained that, considering the nature of the special event raffle, it was sometimes a little harder to get all the winners in the same place. You couldn't help but notice the discrepancy in between the amount of chairs, and the amount of winners, but maybe it just meant some winners already left and lost out on their luck. Or maybe something entirely else you were yet to find out.

The two of you were then ushered further down the hall, ultimately ending at a pair of doors. These rooms were a lot more secluded, a far cry from the chaotic mess that was the staff hurriedly packing up the show back where you were previously. You and your fellow raffle winner both exchanged pleasantries as you awaited for further instructions.

"Here we are. Please wait just one more second while I check to see if they're ready to see you" the staff member explained and then turned around to knock on the door and peek their head in. They asked something in Korean, to which you could hear the female voice responding. Satisfied, the staff member then turned back to the two of you. "Okay! Now sir, if you'd please," they instructed as they opened the door and gestured the other guy to come forward. You were about to follow suit but the staff member raised a hand to stop you in place. "Just him, please. You will be meeting someone else. You made and "O" face and nodded you head. You and the other winner exchanged nervous glances before you raised a fist of encouragement. He reciprocated the gesture then turned back to the door, taking a deep breath and walking in. 

As he rounded the bend, the staff member closed the door behind him, leaving you alone and now more nervous than ever. The staff member gave you a quick smile then headed to the other door, repeating the same actions he had done with the previous room's occupant. He then turned back to you, leaving the door slightly ajar for you to enter.

"Okay, she's ready for you. Please go in when you're ready." he instructed before stepping aside. Your eyes darted between him and the door. He gave you a nod and this time it was your turn to take a moment to collect yourself. You steeled yourself before mustering enough courage to take the step through the door. You walked a bit further into the room, hearing the sound of the door closing behind you. No turning back now, you thought to yourself. As you rounded the corner, you almost froze in place. In the center of the room was a couch facing away from you, and seated right in the middle of it was a girl with bright red hair, looking down at what presumably was her phone. You thought that maybe she hadn't heard you come in because she hadn't turned to greet you, so you decided to try and get her attention. 

"Ahem...Yuna...?"

The girl's head instantly perked up and she whipped her head around to face you. It was almost like a scene from a hair product commercial the way her bright red colored locks flared out before perfectly settling along her exposed shoulders. From what you could see since she was still seated, she was wearing a spaghetti strapped white tank top. She had a huge welcoming smile on her face, complimented by her beautiful eyes which were beaming with excitement. 

"Took you long enough! Come, sit with me!" she called out.

You couldn't help but notice two things when taking in the room. The first was the faint humming of some music playing at a low volume on a speaker, posited on a table in front of the couch. You weren't sure what song it was, but you could tell it was by Blackpink. The other thing was a faint smell, attacking your senses. It wasn't pungent, but if you focused on it, it was present. It wasn't anything like any smell of any perfume you'd ever smelled before. It had no traces of floral scents or any of the like, but instead had this deep sweetness to it. It was intoxicating, and you couldn't help yourself from drifting towards it.

The shock of being in a room alone with Yuna and her addressing you so directly almost caused you to dissociate long enough to get on the nerves of Yuna who just asked you a question. It wasn't your attention to ignore her, you just needed something to focus on and ground yourself with.

"Hello?" Called out again, snapping you out of your drifting gaze. You looked right at her again, and walked around the couch, staring at you the entire time before taking your seat next to her. She was still wearing her pink skirt from the encore, matched with her black boots. All she changed out of was her top.

"Hi!" She spoke to you, very high pitched and seemingly very excited to have your attention. Even after such an exhausting show, her fanservice was out of this world.

"H-Hi..." You mumbled out through your nervousness. You hadn't ever even been close to itzy before this show, let alone win a fancall or anything of the like. Not for lack of trying, mind you. "I'm your biggest fan!" You managed to push, almost as if yelling.

"I'm glad to hear that!" She replied, equally as full of gusto as you did. She didn't skip a beat however, and her smile pierced through your body before she placed her right hand on your left thigh, the one closest to her, before continuing. "What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, stunning you further.

"Y/N." You answered, the first sentence uttered without stuttering or an added ehm since stepping into the room. "Hmmmm, Y/N huh? That's a pretty name. You know my name too, right?" She asked, dragging her words out in a playful tone, her eyes intently staring at your face as she asked you.

You weren't really sure if this was a trick question. Who would end up going to this concert without knowing her name at least? You shook off your doubts, certain she was just giving you an easy question which she could use to give more fanservice as a response. "Yeah, Yuna..." You answered, tilting your head forwards as you answered her simple question, still unable to really feel comfortable with her hand on your thigh.

The instant her name left your mouth, her face rapidly came closer to yours, she closed her eyes, and planted her lips on yours. You were in complete shock, your eyes jolted open before slowly closing, oozing into the sudden kiss by Yuna. You felt her hand squeeze your thigh a little, before she pulled away, a small string of a mix of your and her spit trailing in between both of yours underlips.

"Hmmm, your lips taste nice when you say my name, Y/N." She divulged, wiping the spit off of her lip, before looking back at you, hungry eyes, studying how you were going to react. She took this chance to reposition herself, tucking her legs underneath her and sitting on her knees facing you. You couldn't help but stare, mute in shock at what was happening. You couldn't help but notice her short skirt wasn't fit to keep herself covered in her current position facing you, and your eyes drifted downwards, but all you could see were the same pink hue of her safety shorts. This action didn't go unnoticed, as Yuna's smile turned into a smirk, busting your perverted action.

She licked her lips, as her eyes grew smaller and focused. "Don't think I didn't see that, Y/N." She berated you in a sultry, teasing tone.

"I'm sorry!" You blurted out, afraid you might have pissed the younger girl off and was about to get thrown out for it.

"No, don't be!" She responded, once more putting her right hand on you, this time on top of your left hand, which was clinging onto your pants above your left thigh. Her touch tensed you up even further, before eventually giving into the feeling of her soft hand touching yours, causing your muscles to relax. You looked at her face, no trace of anger to see, her gaze fixated on you. Your eyes meeting caused her smile to grow wider, which instinctively caused you to smile as well before Yuna continued. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" She said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, a cute smile on her perfect face. Your hand tightened up again.

"I'm sorry?!" You exclaimed again, unable to believe you heard what she said correctly. Is this a dream? You weren't even sure anymore, and pinched yourself, but the pain was certainly real.

"Didn't you read the contract you signed? It's a non-disclosure agreement you know. You can't talk about what happens here today, what do you think that means?" She retorted, asking you with her head tilted, and her brows gathered between her eyes, almost as if asking if you were smart enough to read.

"I skimmed it?" You replied, grimacing at admitting your own incompetence. You could see Yuna's face cringe a little bit at your answer, which caused you to further explain yourself. "I was just so excited to be here, I'd sign anything for it!"

"So you're the hot but impulsive type huh? You're lucky I think that's cute." Yuna sighed, her eyes had drifted downwards, introspectively, before taking another look at you, this time, a smile but with the faintest hint of her pitying you mixed in. Her high-pitch and tension picked up once more. "Well? What's it going to be? Wanna show me yours?" She asked. No mistaking it now. Yuna just asked to see your cock, and you couldn't help but grow rock hard just from the thought of it. Your bulge had started to show through your pants, and Yuna noticed, honing in like a predator on its prey.

"Right, yes. Yes! I'll show you." You replied, not really finding the right words, but enough words to convey the essence of your message. You started unbuckling your belt, and slowly taking off of your pants, dropping it to your ankles, leaving your underwear on. Your bulge was clearly standing upright in your pants now, and you looked at Yuna once more to make sure you weren't misunderstanding.

"Aww, don't go teasing me now, Y/N!" She replied to the inquiry made by your eyes. Your confidence surged, and you started pushing your underwear down, the rim of it clinging against the tip of your rock hard dick before snapping off, revealing the full length of your cock. You were clean shaven down there as well, as you in your delusion like almost any concert-goer, had to be prepared for the impossible. You read somewhere that the lack of a bush makes a cock look bigger, and you wanted to look like you were at peak performance.

"Now that looks delicious." She licked her lips once more, her eyes focused on your stiff cock. "You pass this round, I don't like men with small cocks." She giggled to herself, retaining her smile towards you, as if proud of her compliment.

"Mind if I...?" Yuna asked you, without finishing her sentence, but you responded having a pretty good idea of what she was going to ask. "Please do." You responded, strangely more calm then you were at any given point since setting foot inside this room. Yuna's hand glided over to your cock, and her soft hand wrapped around the base of your cock, grasping it lightly. Her hand was barely gripping at all, a soft touch wrapped around you, before she started to twist and turn her hand up and down slightly. You couldn't help but moan at her touch, before she released your cock, taking her hands back to her side.

"So, you want to see mine now? It's only fair, right?" She asked you, her head tilted slightly downwards, causing her eyes to have to look up at you sitting straight across from you. You gulped your spit down and nodded your head yes. "Alright, but I'll sweeten the deal. I'll even let you touch it if you do a couple of things for me first."

You didn't have to think even a millisecond about it before responding. "I'll do it!" You almost screamed. Yuna chuckled out loud from this, causing her to respond in kind. "You really are impulsive! Very well. The first thing I want you to do is this:" She explained, as she turned around, grabbed her phone behind her on the couch, and unlocked it with her finger before turning on the camera app and extending it towards you. You tilted your head, looking a little confused. She giggled at your failure to understand. "I want you to take a picture of me with your dick in my mouth! Lia isn't here, but she loves updates on us having fun!" She explained. Your eyes widened. Of all the things, this was not what you expected. Wow, this girl is a fucking freak, You thought to yourself, but you were definitely not opposed to it. Your hesitation caused Yuna to speak up again.

"You already said you'd do it, no backing it out now!" She exclaimed, and as if that alone wasn't enough to snap you out of your gaze, she launched herself forward, taking the tip of your dick in her mouth, and looking towards your face, holding her head still there and her eyes clearly smiling. You tilted your head backwards, facing the ceiling, getting lost in the sensations she was bombarding you with, before Yuna pinched your thigh hard, making you aware of your part of the transaction. Her eyes had turned into a scowl towards you. You snapped back, took her phone, pointed it at her face, to which her visage once more bore a big eye-central smile, posing for the camera. You clicked the photo button a couple of times, before Yuna released your cock from her mouth with a big pop.

"Let's see!" She giddily said, as she took her phone back which you gladly extended back to her. "These will do! Thank you, Y/N." she continued.

"You're welcome." You meekly responded, undeniably a little sad your cock was no longer placed in between her lips. "You said there were a couple of things. What else do you need from me?" You inquired, showing you didn't forget and were not impulsive and stupid, just impulsive.

"I haven't been able to shower today, and I don't want to leave you alone like this right now." She replied, looking at you with giant doe eyes, her lip pouting. 

"Okay?" You asked back, not really sure what she was getting at. She smirked at you, then lifted both her hands above her head, exposing her cleanly shaved armpits to you.

"Can't you please clean me up, Y/N?" She asked of you, an irresistible charm in her pleading voice. She wasn't saying it outright, but you believe you knew what she wanted. Or rather even if you were wrong, if she wasn't going to be clear you were going to take your chance to do what you wanted to do.

You brought your head closer to her, inching towards her armpit, as one question from earlier started forming an answer. This deep, slightly sweet smell you found earlier was coming from Yuna. Now inching closer to her, she seemed to still be glistening a bit from fresh sweat still on her. The smell was intoxicating, and you looked at her face before continuing any further, and she had a big smile on her face, urging you to go on.

You extended your tongue outward, touching her armpit, causing her to stifle a small moan, before licking up her sweat. You had never done this before, but you were hooked. The taste was sweet, slightly salty, and her skin tasted refined. One lick turned into two, turned into 4, turned into 10, before moving onto her other armpit, licking that one equally clean as the other, motivating Yuna's moans, until you were certain you hadn't missed a single spot.

"Thank you, Y/N, I feel a lot better now." She admired your willingness. You licked your lips, your eyes now fiercely intent on hers, before you made your first unprompted comment of the night.

"You are fucking delicious, Yuna." You told her, admiring her taste, letting her know you probably enjoyed what you just did more than her. She blushed a little from this, before snapping out of it, and regaining her bubbly, refined aura.

"Well, a deal is a deal!" She giggled at you, her head at 45 degrees, her eyes closed in two half moons and her mouth a big smile. She started pushing off her skirt, attached to her safety shorts, revealing another shocking truth about her. She was wearing no underwear, and she now sat on her knees across from you, legs slightly pushed open as if to lure you in, her clean shaven pussy exposed for you to see.

Your cock throbbed, the sight of such a perfect and pink pussy begging to be devoured by you was almost too much to bear. Your cock grew just that tiny bit more, pulsing, looking ready to burst.

"Oh, you were holding out on me? No fair, Y/N!" Yuna exclaimed, posing one hand over her mouth and using the other to playfully tap you on your shoulder with her other hand.

"I can't help it! Seeing such a delicious pussy, anyone would want to dive right in." You fired back, finding yourself in this erotic groove, growing in confidence. Yuna giggled in response to your admiration. She looked back at you, her eyes ready to devour you, before speaking up again.

"I haven't..." she said, in a soft, whispering voice, having that high-pitched pleading cadence to it. Her eyes started looking down at her own knees, avoiding your eyes. Her knees started to part more ever so slightly, exposing more of her privates. "Been able to clean her either." She finished her sentence before looking back up at you with her head tilted downwards, almost as if begging for you. "Could you please clean me up here as well, Y/N?" She requested of you, her cute charm overwhelming all your senses. She bit her lip at you, sending you over the edge.

You smirked, one corner of your lips arching upwards, before getting up from the couch. You stood in front of her, your cock pointing towards her at her chest level, and before you even had the chance to lower yourself towards her, the girl had leaned forwards, her tongue licking the tip of your dick. Her tongue curled upwards and inwards into her mouth. She proceeded to look up at you, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out with a loud "aaaaaah", showing the strings of pre-cum she had licked up which had been dripping out of your cock because of her provocations.

"You'll have to be clean too for what we do next, Y/N!" She exclaimed proudly, gulping down your liquid while you grew a devious smile. Yuna give your dick a quick peck before telling you "You can continue now, Y/N." You quickly got lost in the thought of grabbing her hair in two pigtails and fucking her face,  but you knew better than to throw away your chances at whatever could happen next here for such a risky play. You lowered yourself onto your knees, placing your hands underneath both of her thighs, and lifting the girl's underside up as to get both her legs off of the couch, and hanging off the edge, as to position yourself in between them. You pulled them apart, giving yourself a clear view of her entrance, causing her to coo at your assertiveness, and pushing her own hips forward for you.

You brought your face ever closer to her pussy, inching towards her. She was wet down there, but not drenched. You picked up another spark of her scent, the same tinge of sweetness but mixed in with a more organic, earthy smell. It was even more intoxicating than the smell of her sweat. You opened your mouth, close to her labia and breathed out onto her, your warm breath causing her to shudder in anticipation. You still felt the sensation of her kiss on your dick, and decided to return the favor. You purse your lips, planting a kiss over top of her clit. Yuna's soft vocalization of a satisfied "hmmmm" let you know you were on the right track, starting slow, and warming up over time.

You stopped the kiss, looked up at Yuna's face, who was staring back at you intensely, her eyes pleading for you to continue. No more words needed to be said, and smirked, reaching your tongue out, flicking it upwards over her clit. Yuna's legs twitched, her eyes jolted shut and her knees buckled around your head, tightening her thighs around your skull. You flicked your tongue again, and now having warmed Yuna up were mostly just rewarded with moans. You picked up your pace, and swapped your flicks from horizontal, to vertical, to letters. Her hands found her way to your hair, and grasped firmly around strands she managed to find, holding on tight to you. 

Yuna's breathing had grown labored, but she still managed to push some words out. "Don't you DARE... fucking stop...!" She moaned out, and you didn't dare defy her command. Your hands grasped her thighs where they could, squeezing tight, as you unleash your final assault. You pursed but your lips around her clit, sucking on it, getting it into your mouth and nibbling on it ever so softly with your teeth. This mixture of pleasure and pain seemed to send Yuna over the edge, as her back arched away from the couch, and her feet lifted up from the floor, her moans rising in pitch as you felt her entire body convulse.

You'd forgotten to breathe for the final part of that, and pulled your head back, gasping for big breaths of air. Yuna slowly opened her eyes, un-arching her back and leaning forwards. Her both hands cupped both sides of your face, squishing your cheeks as she leaned ever closer, licking her lips on her way to you. She kissed you another time on your lips, her lips firmly pressed against yours, before you felt her tongue entering your mouth. You pressed your tongue slightly against hers, wrapping around hers, coiling and twisting in wet ecstasy. Yuna pulled away from the kiss, and stared down at you with a big smile, but her eyes turned totally vixen.

"Hmmm, your lips taste nice when you've made me cum, Y/N." Yuna spoke seductively. You couldn't help but be overwhelmed with desire for this night to never end.

"Your lips taste nice when you're cumming, Yuna." You retorted, turning her own script on her. She giggled, before regaining her posture. She held out both her hands palm upwards, inviting your hands onto hers. You followed her guidance and placed your hands in hers, and she took firm grasp helping you stand up. She crossed her legs in front of you, denying further access to her. She pointed over to a chair with a bag sitting on it.

"Could you go and grab a condom from there, please?" She requested of you. Your mind raced. She hadn't needed a condom before when touching your dick with her hand or mouth. This had to meant you two were going to fuck, right?  Your excitement causes you to do as told without any questioning, turning your back on her and moving towards the bag. It was filled with Yuna's personal items, but you didn't take long to find a condom. You pulled one out, turning around to move towards Yuna again. This time, she surprised you once more, having removed her top, sitting on the couch waiting for you fully nude, her legs crossed and arms spread, leaning on the head of the couch beside her, exposing her pink nipples for you to admire.

Your mouth fell agape, admiring her every curve, curves that had been the subject of tons of speculation they were fake. If you had your phone with you know, you'd have saved the evidence they were all wrong in a heartbeat. You failed to comment anything on her appearance, being dumbfounded by her beauty, which caused her to raise one eyebrow at you, prodding you for a response. Your lack of vocal response causes Yuna to stand upright, her legs crossing over each other, causing her hips to sway, as she walks over towards you. Both her hands reach for your hips as she gets closer, grasping the edges of your shirt, the last piece of clothing you were wearing, and giving it a soft pull upwards. You got the hint, and lifted your arms up, allowing Yuna to take your shirt off, throwing it to the side.

"So what, you're not going to tell me how pretty I am?" Yuna teased you, shaking her head from side to side.  You snapped back to reality, and quickly thought of the best thing to say to remedy this situation.

"You have to be one of the most beautiful women to roam this earth." You spouted out in a panic, causing Yuna to have to hold back her laugh in response to your compliment. Yuna looked at you, and you weren't sure if it was lovingly or pitifully, but it was only for you, and that's all you seemed to care about.

"That's certainly a unique compliment. Calm down, babe. You're doing great, I'm not going to just randomly kick you out." Yuna reassured you, taking the condom out of your hands, placing her teeth on the edge of a corner of the wrapping, tearing it off, pulling it out and figuring out which way was inside out. You couldn't help but have your entire being flutter from her calling you babe, and her reassurance did wonders for you to relax.

"Thank you. You won't regret picking me." You responded, your eyes meeting hers filled with conviction, showing Yuna her words had worked. She smirked at your newfound confidence, handed you the condom, gave you a smile and posed you with a question. "So, how do you want to fuck me?" You accepted the condom, started wrapping it over your dick and gave some thought to her question.

"Hmmmm." You consciously vocalized out loud, making sure Yuna knew you were considering your options, and were not just too stunned to speak. You looked around the room, and couldn't help but focus your attention on the giant make-up mirror against the wall of the room, drawing your attention before being gifted with an idea. In one smooth motion, you picked Yuna up, carrying her bridal style over towards the make-up mirror. Your sudden heroics caused the unexpecting girl to yelp out in surprise, shocked at the sudden shift or impact her words had seemed to have in unlocking your boldness. She quickly held on tight however, enjoying your display of strength.

You planted your right arm firmly under her knees, freeing your hand and using it to toss the chair in front of the mirror to the side, freeing up all of the space in front of it. Yuna licked her lips at the performance you were putting on, and as soon as you put her down facing you in front of the mirror, she decided that this time it was her turn to hold you tight instead of you holding her tight. Her hand had found her way over to your cock, wrapping tightly around it, slowly stroking it back and forth while looking you into your eyes. Her head nodded in the same rhythm as her hand stroked you, causing your breathing to become louder. You weren't about to stop this momentum with a light handjob, and put your both hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face the mirror.

"I'm going to show you just how pretty you look when I'm fucking your brains out, babygirl." You shot back, taking the initiative on the teasing. Yuna's eyes were big, surprised from you spinning her around, and you could see them clearly in the reflection of the mirror. Upon hearing your provocation, she smirked back at you, as if to challenge you. Her eyes were clearly expecting great things from you, but her mouth made it even clearer, asking you to "make me fucking scream." She places her arms onto the counter of the makeup table in front of the mirror, stabilizing herself, arching her back for you as if she knew what to expect.

Your hands planted themselves firmly onto her wide hips, grasping her tightly with your fingers digging into her skin. You pulled her ass a little closer to you, causing her to arch her back further towards you, to which she playfully accepted and wiggled her hips at you, as if to invite you in. You placed your gift-wrapped cock against her mound, sliding it slowly up and down her entrance. You were teasing her, waiting for her to grow impatient for your moment to strike. Her smirk eventually turned into a frown, waiting for you to put yourself inside of her.

"Stop teasing me, Y/N. Start fu-" she had started to say, intending to finish her sentence with "cking me!". Unfortunately for her, you felt like the perfect time to strike would be right as she started saying fuck, causing her voice to grow louder, and scream out further with "UUUUUUUUUUUUUCK". You slammed your hips against her ass with full force, jamming the entire length and girth of your cock into her petite, drenched with anticipation, pristine pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head, feeling the warmth of your cock pulse inside of her, and you weren't about to let up. Her moans were varying in pitch, her breathing unable to keep up with her voice, as you pulled your cock back until only the tip remained, instantly slamming back into her wet cunt.

"Ugh, ungghh nghhh, FUCK." Yuna kept moaning, unable to lower her voice, and you began to wonder whether or not she'd be heard outside of this room. She was beginning to hunch forward, unable to support herself through your rough slamming of her thin body, so you decided to take a chance and lend her a hand. You moved your left hand from her hips over to her stomach, pulling it closer to you, and your right hand all the way up, around her neck. You put some light pressure on the sides of her neck, before gripping her towards you, and into your body. You placed your head right next to hers, pulling her upwards to you, her arms now too far away from the make-up table to reach, causing her eyes to open, looking surprised at what was happening. She looked into your eyes through the mirror, and you whispered into her ears.

"I promised you I would show you how pretty you looked, so look. I want you to see the goddess that I see when I'm fucking you." you growled in a low, whispering voice, commanding her to follow your lead. She purred, biting her underlip and nodding slowly at you, looking straight ahead as you released the tension on your elbow, continuing to hold your hand around her neck but supporting her arch as you resumed your pounding. You enjoyed the feeling of control you had over her body in this position, but you couldn't help but feel that a slight shift could give you even more access to her weak spots. Her arms were dangling behind her, grabbing onto whatever part of you she could hold on to, but you had better usage in mind for them. You moved your left hand from her stomach onto her left wrist, grabbing it firmly, and once holding tight, did the same with your right. You had stopped pounding for these few seconds to properly get everything in place, causing the girl to look at you through the mirror and ask you "What's wrong? Why did you stop, babe?"

Her calling you babe again ignited something deep inside of you, and you addressed her concern. "I'm going to start really fucking you now." You touted, like a stone-cold killer wanting to intimidate their target. Her eyes panicked, darting to meet yours.

"What do you mean, really fucking me? Hey, wait, what do you-" She tried to ask of you, her arms now bent back behind her as you pulled on them, before you cut her off, slamming your cock so hard inside of her she stumble forwards, her hips getting pressed against the high make-up table, forcing her to lower her stomach onto it, which pulled back into a beautiful curved arch. The tension you forced upon her pushed all the air out of her lungs as she heaved and moaned out of pleasure, still looking at your and her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth was wide open, her tongue clearly showing, as the tip of her eyebrows pushed together into her forehead. She was trying to say something but having trouble pushing it out.

"Cu-... Cum! Fuck, cumming!" She yelled as loud as she could, and you felt her tight walls gripping your cock, making moving harder. Her hips moved upwards, as she was now standing on her toes, her legs trembling through your relentless siege of her womb, but you gave her no reprieve. You kept pounding, even picking up the pace when you felt her cum, like a man possessed by her sex-fueled body. You kept increasing the tension on her arms, pulling her back further and further.

"Nghhh, you're gonna... fucking... break my back! FUCK, ngghhh, don't! Don't stop OHHH" She moaned, her voice cracking as she begged you to continue. You hadn't cum yet, and you had no intention of stopping before you did. You were getting close and Yuna felt it. She used whatever force she had left in her body to push her hips into yours, grinding your cock up and down while you pounded deeper and deeper.

"Fuck, Yuna, I'm gonna cum for you!" You grunted out, moaning behind her, feeling your climax near. Her eyes elated, a slight smile formed, instantly pounded away into submission by your cock, before Yuna started pleading with you.

"Cum for me! Cum deep inside me please! PLEASE please please please-" She begged, a submissive little slut begging for your seed, which was just enough to send you over the edge. You didn't want to cum without her however, and decided to make one last play before reaching the finish line. You leaned forwards, playing on the knowledge you had gotten from what she liked earlier this evening, opening your mouth and protruding your tongue, licking her spine from as far down to the base you could move upwards. She started twitching upon feeling your spit on her back, soon followed by her legs twitching and her pussy tightening. If this wasn't enough to tell you your gamble was a success, her screaming "Yes!" sure was. Your cock pulsed, shooting load after load into the condom inside of her, her walls vibrating rhythmically, as you took in this sensation, almost unable to keep yourself standing during.

After you came, you pulled out of her and took a few steps back. Yuna was now standing on her toes, her entire upper body laying on the make-up table, and her head had turned to face you, but her eyes were momentarily closed. You took in the sight of the half-passed out, fucked silly girl, before dropping back into the couch, taking a seat and a much needed breather.

Yuna had heard you falling down onto the couch, causing her to open her eyes and look towards you. She picked herself up with whatever strength she had, stumbling towards you and falling down onto the couch next to you. She was laying on her stomach, her ass up, red from you crashing into her.

She tilted her head upwards and looked at you, satisfied with your performance and proud of herself for picking you out. Her feet were up in the air, kicking like a giddy schoolgirl, before forming a circle with her left thumb and index finger wrapping around the part of the condom dividing your tip and your cum. She squeezed tight, cutting off any flow, then pulled the condom off of your dick carefully so as not to leak a single drop of cum. She tied a knot at the bottom of the condom to make sure its contents were safe. You looked on as she did this, while her eyes focused on your groin, impressed with the fact that she still had any energy left.

"A souvenir to remind me of you." She murmured, loud enough for you to hear, before grabbing a Ziploc bag and pen that had been lying on the table all evening long, placing your condom inside and writing your name in it and zipping it closed.

"Thank you." You spoke up to her, still unable to believe any of this happened. "This was a once in a lifetime experience for me." You continued, grateful to have been given this chance. Yuna looked back up at you, her head ever so slightly tilted sideways, puzzled at your remark.

"Are you coming to any of our other shows?" She asked you in response, suddenly changing the topic.

"Ehm, actually, I'm coming to see you at your show in two days as well." You replied back ever so confused. You thought she must have felt burdened by your remark and just wanted to get this over with while still being polite.

She smirked the same devious smile you gave her when you pounded the life out of her, and in less than a second had thrown her entire mouth over your cock, her tongue wrapping around your shaft from tip to base, sucking and slurping hard, licking every inch before releasing you with a pop.

"You'll have to be clean for that show too." She taunted you, her voice daring, playful and bubbly all at the same time. "And I wouldn't be so sure about that ‘once in a lifetime’ part." She smiled seductively, her eyes wide open staring deep into your soul. "Your dick tastes nice after you've made me cum, after all."

[authortelevision]

the green room with arthur ₊˚⊹♡

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♯┆ tour arthur hill, dominant arthur, smut

you’re on tour with arthur taking photos for his instagram, after celebrating his show in the green room with the rest of the crew, you’re both left alone sharing a bottle of champagne. as the beers begin to flow, so does arthur’s mouth with his confessions of the night.

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The concert had been incredible. From the packed crowd to the raw energy onstage, every moment seemed to pulse with excitement. As the final notes of the encore faded, you found yourself in the green room, camera slung around your neck, capturing the band’s afterglow. Amidst the laughter and celebrations, your eyes kept meeting Arthur’s. His glances felt more than you wanted to admit, each one lingering a second too long, his smile breaking into something almost shy every time he caught you catching him.

Eventually, the rest of the crew drifted out, leaving just you and Arthur alone in the quiet, dimly lit room. Arthur lounged on the couch, cheeks slightly flushed from the drinks, a lazy smile curling at his lips as he tilted his head back, looking every bit like he belonged in this moment. He raised his glass toward you with a grin.

“I think I’m officially gone,” he admitted with a soft laugh, the sound deep and easy, filling the silence between you.

You leaned sat on the sofa opposite him, feeling the warmth of the alcohol yourself but unwilling to tarnish the warmth in your cheeks. “Yeah, me too,” you replied, lifting your glass in response. “Not that either of us is going anywhere right now.”

Arthur’s grin softened, and there was a glimmer of something more intense now in his gaze. He tilted his head, looking at you with a serious expression. “You know what, fuck it. You looked really good tonight.”

Your heart skipped a beat, his unexpected sincerity catching you off guard. You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep things light. “Yeah? I noticed you staring.”

Arthur laughed softly, a low, teasing sound as he shrugged. “How could I not? You were standing right there, looking… god, you looked…” His voice trailed off, as if he couldn’t quite find the words, and his eyes dropped to you, darker than before. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

The words hit you, hard but full of truth, and you could feel your cheeks heat up. But before you could respond, Arthur straightened, his attention shifting to the fridge in the corner of the room. “I’m grabbing a beer. Want one?”

You grinned, rolling your eyes. “You know I don’t like beer.”

Arthur shrugged as he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle, his mischievous smirk unmistakable. “Oh, come on. I finally sung Lily tonight. You can’t say no to that.” He popped the cap off, holding the bottle up to you with a teasing look.

You shook your head, your eyes glinting with a playful defiance. “I’m not drinking that. You’ll have to make me.”

A playful challenge flashed in his eyes, and he took a step toward you, crossing the room with his beer in hand. “Don’t tempt me,” he said, his voice low and a little dangerous. He stopped in front of you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. “Open your mouth,” he ordered softly, with a slight dazed smirk.

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head in refusal. “No.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your stubbornness. He lifted the bottle and tilted it slightly, as if he was going to pour it. “Be good for me,” he whispered, placing a hand on your shoulder, his face close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin.

Then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he gently brought his thumb to your bottom lip, brushing it softly. The touch was unexpected, sending a shiver through you as his thumb grazed over your skin.

“Open," he repeated, his tone softer now, but with that same firm authority. You froze, looking up at him through your lashes, a mix of defiance and anticipation in your dialated pupils. Arthur's thumb gently stroked your lip, pulling it down, his touch gentle yet unmoved, and without thinking, he coaxed your lips open just slightly. A small breath caught in your throat, and you could feel the heat pooling in your stomach.

Just as you did, he tilted the bottle toward you, letting a tiny bit of beer pour over your lip. The cold liquid dribbled down your chin and neck, and you gasped, feeling the coolness against your skin. Arthur’s eyes widened slightly, and his jaw clenched as he looked at you, his expression darkening. Arthur raised an eyebrow. He took a step closer, his body leaning in just enough to crowd you, the space between you suddenly narrowing.

“Fuck,” he whispered, almost to himself, his eyes locked on the trail of beer glistening on your neck.

Without hesitation, he reached forward, his hand moving to rest on the side of your neck, tilting your head slightly. His lips found the path of the beer, his mouth pressing against your skin in a slow, warm kiss. His tongue traced the line where the beer had spilled, his breath hot against your neck, and you felt your knees go weak at the contact.

Arthur’s kisses grew rougher, his mouth trailing along your neck with a heated urgency, his hands sliding up to the nape of your neck to hold you steady. His lips lingered at the hollow of your throat, his stubble grazing against your skin, leaving a tingling sensation in its path. You couldn’t help but close your eyes, a soft breath escaping you as you tilted your head, giving him more access.

The world around you seemed to melt away as his kisses became more insistent, more desperate. You felt his hand slide down to your waist, pulling you closer, your bodies now flush together. You tugged on his shirt pulling him on top of you feeling the tension that had been building between you both all night finally breaking free.

When he pulled back slightly, his eyes met yours, and there was a fierce, almost vulnerable intensity in his gaze. “I’ve been trying to keep this professional,” he murmured, his voice rough. “But fuck, I could fuck you on this sofa right now.”

Your heart raced, the weight of his words settling over you like a confession. Swallowing, you met his gaze, your voice slightly wavering as you felt your heart in your throat. “Arthur…”

Arthur’s fingers tightened on your waist as he took a breath, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’re all I’ve been thinking of all night.” His hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he searched your eyes, as though looking for confirmation.

You felt a surge of courage as you leaned forward, closing the last bit of space between you both, your lips meeting his in a messy, drunk kiss. The kiss deepened quickly, his tongue licking along your lower lip, pulling it back slightly with his teeth.

The room felt scorching and the heat of Arthur’s body on yours only turned you on more, leaving just the two of you, lost in the heat of the kiss and the heady thrill of finally giving in. His hands moving gradually down your stomach, his fingers undoing your zipper to then hook the waistband of your jeans, pulling them down your thighs. You adjusted your legs, breaking the kiss to look down at your jeans being discarded on the floor, leaving you in just your shirt and underwear. Your fingers slid up to his chest, feeling the quick beat of his heart under your touch as his eyes devoured you.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, Arthur’s eyes searched yours, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“Fuck, you’re so.. you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.”

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His hands caressed your thighs, slowly inching upwards, causing your breath to quicken. You arched your back slightly, inviting him to explore further.

Arthur's fingers deftly traced the hem of your shirt, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through your body. With each passing moment, the tension between you grew, like a tightly coiled spring ready to snap.

"I want to taste you," he said, his voice hoarse with need. His lips found your neck again, leaving a trail of hot kisses that made you squirm with pleasure. You tilted your head back, granting him better access, your body already responding to his touch.

As Arthur's kisses traveled lower, you felt his warm breath against the sensitive skin of your cleavage. He stops for a moment lifting your shirt above your head, throwing it behind the sofa. His hands gently cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples through the fabric. A soft moan escaped your lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated desire.

"You like that, don't you?" Arthur whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to hear you moan my name." His words sent a wave of heat rushing to your core, and you couldn't deny the pleasure his touch was eliciting.

Arthur kissed further down, nipping and biting as he travels further. When your lacy black bra beneath is exposed, his eyes sharpen with desire as he took in the sight of your exposed skin. He leaned in, his warm breath caressing your bare shoulders, sending goosebumps down your arms.

You reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. The sensation of his lips on your skin was far too much, and you couldn't help but arch into him, seeking more contact.

Arthur's hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of your body. His touch was both gentle and possessive, leaving a trail of fire burning in its path. He kissed and bit at your skin, his breath hot and needy, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"I want you," he growled, his voice thick with passion. "I want to feel you around me." His words made your head spin as you eagerly reached for his belt, ready to unleash the desire that burned between you.

With skilled fingers, you undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, your hands brushing against the hardness beneath. Arthur's breath caught, and he groaned, his eyes never leaving yours. The anticipation was almost unbearable as you slowly revealed his throbbing erection, freed from its confines.

You stroked him gently, feeling his length pulsate in response. He hissed, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before locking with yours again.

"I need to be inside you," he said, his voice strained. With a swift motion, he lifted your hips, positioning himself at your entrance, moving to grind his tip on your clit teasingly. You gasped as he slowly entered, filling you inch by inch.

The sensation of being stretched and filled by Arthur's dick was overwhelming. You moaned, your head leaning on his shoulder, scratching him with your nails through his shirt, as he began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. He pulled at your hair forcing you to look him in the eyes, your lips parted in a silent plea for more as your eyelids felt heavy.

Arthur's thrusts were powerful, each one hitting a sweet spot deep within you. You clung to him, your head being thrown back as he tugs at your hair, the act forcing waves of pleasure to wash over you. His name escaped your lips in a breathy moan, and he responded by kissing you deeply, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips.

The green room echoed with the sounds of your moans and whimpers—the wet sounds of the skin slapping against each other, sighs of pleasure, and the rhythmic creaking of the sofa. Arthur's kisses became more messy and sloppy, his movements faster, as he drove you both towards the edge.

"Come, my beautiful girl," he whispered between kisses, his words a contrast to the primal grunts that accompanied his increasing tempo. "Let go, baby. Come for me."

His words were like a trigger, and you felt your orgasm building, ready to overflow onto his dick. Your body tensed, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Arthur's lips found your breasts, kissing them gently as he thrust harder, driving you over the edge.

A cry escaped your lips as your climax hit, waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Arthur's name was a mantra on your lips as you rode the waves of pleasure, your body trembling with the force of your release.

Arthur's own release was imminent, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fought to maintain control. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your skin as he found his own climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he came deep into you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

In the aftermath, Arthur collapsed onto the sofa, his weight pressing you into the cushions. His heavy breathing mingled with yours, and you could feel his heart pounding against your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

As you lay entwined, the green room seemed to shimmer with the aftermath of your climax. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat

Arthur lifted his head, his brown eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "You're incredible," he whispered, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss.

"I guess that’s the end of strictly professional." he laughs.

You smiled, your heart still racing from the intensity of the experience. "I guess it is," you replied, your voice now strained.

As you both slowly regained your composure, the realisation dawned that this moment was just the beginning.

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a/n: I AM SO JEALOUS OF PEOPLE WHO ARE SEEING ARTHUR ON TOUR!! i wish there were more arthur fics so i had to take it upon myself to GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT

a/n 2: added the extra part i wanted to the original story

also @arthurhillmastermind i hope this is up to your standard !! xx

[z0mbiefrank]

i have a lot of thoughts i'd like to document about mcr's auckland show, but here's just some of the things gerard said that hit me particularly hard.

first off, of course, we have the quote of the whole night, which i'll try not to dwell on too much.

"In the face of extermination, say fuck you."

there have been many posts about this. despite it not being included in the live stream, this video swept the dashboard. there is a pride flag front and centre in the audience. gerard is barely visible but all we needed was his voice. within hours it had inspired countless textposts and art pieces. i know i'm not the only one who cried. it is exactly what i needed to hear during this time of trans rights being rolled back all over the world. then came this video where you can see gerard. they walk right to the front centre stage, legs planted strongly in their skirt and tights, face set with intent, and he spits out those words for the whole world to hear.

now this next one i have not seen any posts about, but it struck a chord with me anyways. before planetary go they speak to the audience:

"You all look wonderful. You do. I see you when the lights are bright on us. I see you. Don't worry, I see you. There's some wonderful costumes. If they're costumes. Are they costumes?" The audience yells back with a resounding "No!" source video

every night my chemical romance performs, they look out to a crowd of visibly queer people staring right back at them. my mcr show was the first time i saw my trans best friend able to walk into the men's bathroom with his head held high. recently there has been a huge onslaught of anti-transgender laws across the world. i'm sure we've all seen posts pointing out that gerard's cheerleader dress they wore in Nashville would now be illegal. the new tennessee bill bans "male or female impersonators who provide entertainment that appeals to a prurient interest." many people have claimed the bill is 'only' about drag performers, as if that would make it okay, but we know that is not true. right-wingers have proven time and time again they view trans women as nothing more than "female impersonators". they treat transgender bodies as nothing but a fetish, or a prurient interest. they argue against gender-affirming medical care on the same phone they use to watch transgender porn. they believe transgender identity and queerness is a costume. it is something we can take on and off. something they can ban and eradicate from their country. but it's not a fucking costume. it's who we are.

which leads me to the encore. this was the only show during their tour with a planned one-song encore (excluding festivals), and that song was their most famous of all time, welcome to the black parade. the band walks back on stage and the only thing gerard says is

"Be who the fuck you are." video

an incredibly important statement that has always been a core part of my chemical romance's message. but with everything that's been going on, with frank saying one of his favourite thing about these tours is "g being able to just be himself", with gerard's gnc outfits making headlines, i feel like that was the perfect sentence to close the show

[sapphologic]

Rings of Power Galadriel actually makes sense.

I'll die on this hill and maybe I'll die alone but that's not the point, if I hear another Tolkien “““loyalist””” piss and moan about her I will throw hands.

“She's not like in the movies!”

My dudes, so was Arwen when PJ replaced Glorfindel with her. That argument is hypocritical. And since when is PJ the measure for the fandom, as some of the haters even hate on these movies, despite them being masterpieces.

“She's so stubborn and rude!”

My fucking DUDES ... Her Elven name is literally 'man maiden'. Would you say the same about a male elf on a quest for revenge?

“Her lore is wrong!”

Well, the showrunners couldn't buy the rights for other writings of Tolkien than The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings and the appendices. The Estate is ...well, the Estate. I wonder if Tolkien would like the way things are handled at all. If you have to worm your way around protected lore, you gotta do it.

“Tolkien's canon is fixed.”

Holy crap, the dude wrote on toilet paper and revised so many things. At one point you just gotta say fuck it and roll with what you like. Are we going to argue about Gil-galad's canon too? Oh wait, Tolkien left that out. Conveniently. He left as many things unclear as he revised previous statements. Over and over. And over. I'm getting whiplash from it frequently.

“Her character/personality is butchered.”

No. Just no. Again: Her literal Elven name is “man-maiden.” Tomboy. Did I stutter?!

That's what you call butchery is a character arc for an amazing heroine who has yet to learn and unlearn. Her ambitions and her hatred are obstacles on the way to become the wise and fair Lady of Lórien. Again: character arc. You should look it up.

She'll have her share of experience, change of heart, desires and hopes. She will change in the series, I would swear on the precious.

You're welcome. I did the work you should do to understand the character instead of being a crybaby about the changes you don't personally approve of. Prime doesn't need your approval. What you gonna do? Piss and moan even harder?!

Also, if you hate Haladriel, don't ever come to my doorstep whining about it. Exactly the kind of ambition Galadriel shows would let someone weaker than her fall in Sauron's hands. Take his hand in marriage. Rule. (and be ruled.)

Actually that ship is worth exploring. Galadriel isn't a bad person, at best she's misled by her thirst for vengeance.

And as an encore since the fanatic crybabies love to demand that every single word written by Tolkien ever has to be met with a 1:1 transfer into other media:

The movies and/or movies doing that would be unwatchable monstrosities and no one would have the patience for that. Same stupid reasoning as in WoT. Also: would be a monstrosity and also... some things you don't want to be seen through a modern media lens...bc then your straight white male “demi god” of an author would be considered racist or sexist or homophobic... Do you really want that? I don't think so. You don't have to embrace changes blindly, but having a hissy fit like a damn toddler about each and every inconsistency/discrepancy just makes you look like a fool.

[metallicaislife]

After the Show

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 774

Warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, m x f pairing

I was so ecstatic when my schedule aligned with Kirk’s so I could finally go on tour with him. Being with him on the road has been a whole new experience. I thought he was horny before, but after shows when he’s all sweaty and in his element. I can’t even begin to describe. 

We’d been traveling the past couple days to make it to the next city and they have a show tonight. I don’t know what’s in the air but I could not keep my hands to myself. 

It started with small touches to his arms and back. Later I was sitting on his lap and purposefully shifted so my ass rubbed against his dick. 

“Babe.” Kirk warned. I turned to look at him over my shoulder. 

“What?” I replied innocently. He gave me a look. “Sorry I can’t help myself.” I said a flirty smile playing on my lips. He held my hips firmly so I couldn’t squirm anymore, much to my dismay. 

Soon it was time for them to go on. I stopped him and gave him a passionate kiss. When I pulled away I whispered to him. 

“If you play well tonight, maybe I’ll have a surprise for you.” When he pulled back he had a smirk on his face and a fire in his eyes. He didn’t have time to respond and he went on stage. 

I sat in the back listening to song after song. Kirk nailed every solo and I could hear the passion in his playing. 

Before I knew it, the concert was over. I glanced up, our eyes met. He was sweaty, his shirt already off. His nostrils flared and I knew I was in for a good time. He beelined it straight to me and grabbed my hand. 

“Dude we have an encore.” James called out. 

“Go on without me.” Kirk said over his shoulder. Shit I was in for a really good time. 

He found the closest closet and opened it pushing me inside. He closed and locked it. Our lips met in a fiery kiss. 

“How’d I do?” He asked as his hands kneaded my ass. 

“You did so good.” I praised him, as I palmed his hardening cock through his pants.

“Do I get my surprise then?” He asked and I nodded. 

I dropped to my knees. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his knees. I took his cock in my hand and gave it two soft pumps. I ran my thumb over his tip, before licking the underside from base to tip. I opened my mouth and he slipped in until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. 

“Fuck, babe.” He hissed. I hollowed out my cheeks and began bobbing my head back and forth. I kept my eyes on him watching as his face contorted in pleasure. His head fell back and his hips started moving. Tears stung my eyes. 

“Fuck babe. I forgot how fucking good you are at this.” He groaned as his hips snapped a little harder fucking my throat. Watching him get off, I couldn’t help but lift my skirt and move my panties to the side so I could rub myself and feel the same pleasure I was giving him. 

“Are you getting off on pleasing me?” He asked breathlessly. I whined against his cock and he groaned. 

“Such a dirty girl. My sexy little slut.” He said. He stepped away. His cock leaving my mouth with a pop. Spit and precum dribbling down my chin. Kirk stood me up and flipped my skirt up. He tore the flimsy fabric of my panties and picked me up putting my back against the door as he thrusted up into me. I screamed as I clung to his shoulders and wrapped my legs around him. He found the perfect angle, I was totally blissed out. He came first but kept rutting into me mercilessly until I found my release. He slowed down and continued holding me with his head on my shoulder. Our chests heaved. He pulled out and set me down. 

“That was so fucking good babe.” He said pulling up his pants. 

“Mmm.” I hummed nodding, my brain too fuzzy to form a coherent sentence. Kirk chuckled and kissed my forehead. He wiped my chin then led me out of the storage closet. 

James was furious. As he pulled Kirk on stage for the belated encore. I sat down. I was content and listened as my perfect boyfriend played for his fans as if he hadn’t just had some of the best sex of his life.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[misaverawrites]

In the Heat of Your Electric Touch

((johnny silverhand x reader))

summary: you're the manager of SAMURAI, johnny talks to you about changing his image after some reflection since Alt died, you decide that he can do what’s best for him… and you might be it.

tags: no arasaka tower bombing, johnny is a good person, johnny has a body, rockerboy johnny silverhand, samurai stays together, fluff, alt’s death (mentioned), cursing, fluff, forehead kisses, NO PHANTOM LIBERTY SPOILERS

a/n: uhhhh, your honor, i am a 20 year old silly goose with a love for this man.

You stare out over the crowd from backstage, with wide smiles, music amplified by their singing as the bass vibrates through your teeth. You run a hand through your hair, just for a second, pushing away a rogue strand. You take a look at your phone, then back at the stage, where you find Johnny, looking at you with a wide and almost uncharacteristic grin, only to flash it back at the crowd, brandishing horns on his hand, the loud cheers from the crowd egging him on, bringing a small, but not, unwelcome smile to your face. Johnny loved what he did, no one could deny that, even if it seemed he only did it to further his own agenda at times. You knew better though, you and Johnny had spent too much time together on this tour for you to think too far against him.

“Alright, and we want to dedicate this encore to every single one of you!” You hear Kerry say from the stage, the wild roar from the crowd amplifying itself, you tend to watch the crowd more than anything during these shows, it was therapeutic, these people were the lifeblood of bands similar to SAMURAI , and you intended to keep them happy. As SAMURAI closes out their set, as well as Henry’s tab, some of the people start their slow, exhausted post-concert shuffle back out onto the streets of Night City, bags of SAMURAI merchandise in hand, you begin your clean-up, helping stage-hands move everything back onto the van.

“Hey, take a load off, they’ve got it.” You hear Johnny, and you shake your head. “Shouldn’t you be getting under the skirt of some barely-legal SAMURAI fangirl?” You joke and he rolls his eyes, “Fuck off,” he justifies himself, playfully all the same, until his tone gets a bit more serious in nature, “Besides, thinkin’ that’s not all too much my scene anymore.” You laugh, almost dropping the set piece in your hands. “Alright, I’m gonna hear you out, but it sounds like you just started talkin’ like one of those Maelstrom goons after they’ve had one too many implantations, what do you mean ?”

Johnny scoffs and takes the set piece from you, setting it down as he sits you down on the stage, the lingering fans vie successfully for Kerry’s attention, less so successfully for Johnny’s, his attention is all on you.

“I’m just… Fuckin’ sick of it, since Alt, since fuckin’ Arasaka, I don’t wanna ramble in those streets to a God who ain’t listenin’. Y’know?” You sigh and he puts his hand on top of yours, “I just want somethin’... Someone , even who makes me not want to shove an iron in my fuckin’ mouth.” You look at him, just for a second, as if he’s grown two heads, until you realize, from the way he’s looking at you, for once in his life, he’s serious . Your eyes widen a bit, does he mean you ? “It’s not your scene,” You say simply, it’s almost matter-of-fact in delivery.

“What if I wanted it to be?” He asks, that genuine tone of voice still there, he’s still Johnny, he knows what he wants, and he’s pushing for it. Not too hard, lest he drive you away, which is a change all in itself. “I’m the band’s manager, Johnny.” He rolls his eyes a bit, “You’ve been around Corpos a bit too long, babe,” You can’t help but love the way it sounds coming off his tongue, when it’s aimed towards you and not at another girl, “You know the fans don’t care, hell, they live for this stupid drama.” You can’t deny that. Your miles-long social media inbox, brimming with fans begging for any bit of gossip, said that all on its own. You smile a bit, “I mean, if you’re saying it could be your scene, then who am I to fight that, Johnny?” He grins, it’s a big, goofy grin unlike you’d ever seen before from him, “Shit, if you’re willing to allow it, then I guess I’d better not fuck it up.” You and him pause for a moment, not realizing how close the two of you are to one another, bodies pressed tightly against one another, you feel his eyes flicker to your lips for just a moment, until you, for once decide, fuck it . You pull Johnny in and kiss him, he’s warm, warmer than you’d expected whenever you thought about this, his hands meet your elbows awkwardly, he doesn’t know what to do here, and neither do you, really. His lips are chapped against yours and he tastes of cigarettes and tequila, a dangerously addictive combination that makes you want him more and more. You feel his hand suddenly brush against your hair and support the underside of your mouth, giving him more access to your mouth as he deepens the kiss, and everything else is simply null and void, besides him and you.

Until you hear the familiar sound of Kerry, clearing his throat, “Hey, both of you!” He calls, actually subtle for him, as the two of you pull away awkwardly, as though the two of you are teenagers, trying to act cool after being caught getting hot and heavy in a dark movie theater. “We’ve gotta go, bar wants us out, but you two can keep going on the tour bus, cool?” Your skin flushes and you avoid direct eye contact with Kerry, as Johnny chuckles awkwardly, despite himself, trying to keep any sense of his usually un-poised yet still collected poise. You nod, turning to look back at Johnny, who does the same to you, as you both share a small laugh with one another, you playfully push him without any real force, as he wraps his ‘ganic arm around you, kissing your forehead softly as the two of you get onto the tour bus together.

[reverberation-layla]

This notion that character design and animation in Wuthering Waves is somehow less then Genshin is ridiculous.

First off Genshin has 5 character models and 3 (maybe 4 eye) styles they reuse. Which makes total sense because it save their team a lot of time, but it also leads to a lot of characters that look the same face wise.

Wuthering Waves has unique face shapes, noses and eyes for most characters. This is just a fact, though the females can look a little samey here as well.

Listen, Genshin puts a lot in to their clothing because they don’t have a lot to fall back on in other areas, but if you’re telling me that you could tell Navia was a defacto mob boss, Lisa was a librarian or Garou (or Cyno or Kokami for that matter) are leaders of an army just by looking at them you are a fucking liar.

Gaming? He’s just a kid in street clothes that doesn’t fit in with the fantasy setting that is Genshin and he most certainly doesn’t scream lion dancer by looking at him.

You know these things because you were told these things. Let’s be honest. These characters always appear in game before banner and if not in game they are plastered over every YouTube video, livestream and drip marketing.

For fucks sake. You’d have to have your head in the sand to not anything at all about these characters before release.

Next the super special Genshin animations that take oh so long to do.

Most characters, especially outside of 5* characters (and even then some of the 5*) use the same attack animation at varying speeds. It’s noticeable in everyone, but most of all archers and lancers.

Again, it is to save time and that is understandable, but we are not going to pretend that Genshin does not recycle assets to a degree that characters are beginning to blend together visually as well as play wise. After all, you only have 3 buttons to utilize.

Buuut Layla, there is only so much you can do with a bow?!? Yeah sort of. I guess and if it was just limited to that I would understand, but it’s not. Heavy attack broadsword? Spin.

Go ahead. Tell me I am wrong. I have played Genshin and I played it for a very long time.

In comparison Aalto, Chixia, and Mortefi all feel and look different in their movements. Aalto feels and looks like he flows with the wind, Chixia playful and fast, Mortefi flashy and arrogant and it shows in their animation.

As for catalysts they too play different. Verina rides her vines on heavy attack, Baizhi uses her bird thing, and Encore literally lobs sheep.

Short swords. Everyone I have poked at is unique. Yangyang has a quick step with very purposeful moves, Spectro Rover quick finesse, Havoc Rover slow and sweeping. This also turns in to a scythe by the way. Danjin girl a mix of low and high stance and she stumbles a bit on heavy.

Broad sword. Jiyan uses both his sword and a flipping lance to fight as well as his whole body. He kicks and there is very little wasted movement. Cal I have not tried yet, but I promise you none of them heave attacks involve spin to win as is the case with every great sword user in Genshin.

The most unique characters so far in Genshin is Wrio and Heizou. Both catalysts and both punch boys. Lingyang punches and Yanwu kicks and they are both unique. Neither requires spam plummeting to play.

Lastly, Genshin recycles movement in talking cutscenes. Characters, if they have a mouth, are not visually expressive a lot of the time due to the limitations of their game. Pretending otherwise is being disingenuous.

WW has not only facial expressions, but unique animations that coincide with the words coming out of faces which have mouths, noses and sync animations.

Clothing is not personality (behavior, expression and even the way they fight is) and the characters and their designs do tell you a lot about them if you bother to actually play the game.

There are 2 known regions in this game, these characters all look like they come from one of these two places and they all fit in to the world that has been built. You shouldn’t need over the top outfits to carry your characters, but this “I can’t tell anything about them” bull shit is from people who haven’t touched the game.

Little touches like Yangyang’s feathers, Jiyan and Mertefis scales, Lingyang as a whole, Verina’s vine tail? That tells you nothing? lol

If you can’t tell anything about them by looking at them it’s because you haven’t played the game or bothered to learn about the world and thus it is a you problem and your “criticism” is invalid.

Everything can always be better and Wuthering Waves is far from perfect, but at the end of the day this shit is from Hoyo bots and it simply holds no water.

[porlatamconlouis]

louis in panamá! louis back in latam!!! louis is back in his spirit home!!!

the crowd was amaaaazing! listen, every louis show i've been to holds a special place in my heart for different reasons. but being in a crowd where everyone around you gives out the same energy, even when they don't fully know some songs, is something i've been craving for a long time now, and it's just the beginning and i'm sooo excited. the venue itself was kinda meh inside, the way they used the space was terrible in my opinion but as a brightside, gaby and i had lots of space to jump and dance and lose our entire minds.

the setlist order change threw us off, but god i love it. the 'chemical' cover... idk how to explain it but the videos i've seen so far (which haven't been many, i'm on wifi most of the time) don't do it one bit of justice. his voice! his voooooooice! that's all i kept saying throughout the song. because i didn't know the song, and the arrangement was so punk that i thought it was a song from an early 2000s pop punk band that i wasn't recognizing. but duuuude, his voice. i hope we get a good version, because that boi whined away with his whole chest... honestly. and i can't fucking wait to see how more and more comfortable he'll get with the song and more people singing it with him, and just... yeah!

oli, krystle and helen were in the open space where there were no chairs, right in front of us... oli walks to not draw attention to himself, but boi, most of us know you by now. i didn't see anybody coming up to them which was nice. they went to the sound booth for a big chunk of the show. and during ooms krys and helen came back to jump and dance to the side there. i loved seeing them like that!

the happiness we felt when we saw lucia coming down! gaby and i were jumping up and down screaming "lucia! lucia is back! lucia!", hajshajshs. and theeeen, at the end, as i always do if possible, we went to the soundbooth to thank my friends (jdelf, tom and oli c.) for the show, and we thanked them for bringing lucia (the lightbulb) and not leaving her behind, and they were amused (and probably a bit weirded out (they've seen me in the same shirt at least 4 times lmao)) and saying thank you for appreciating them and just yeah. i like to think maybe they already knew her name was lucia, but also, i'm glad someone on the ground straight up told them how fucking appreciated she is. 💚 look at herrrr! (lol)

living all my favorite songs live again was so cathartic. didn't know how much i needed it, wow. also, how are we gonna call that insane set of songs before the encore? my vote is for "rip steve's arms" or "no breathing mix" or "lose your shit time". because going from 505 to bty to kmm to ooms is fucking wild, man. it was absolutely incredible, i think i ascended a little bit and was fully exorcised, thanks.

oh! the kmm lights? soooo good! i know they've been done at all the shows after '22 but like... idk. it felt a bit extra special? and he sensed it as well, he couldn't contain his little smiles. and he gave it a shout out. literally everyone knew they had to do it. so cool!

as a sad note, during sibwawc, the lights from the stage weren't really colourful, they just kinda went from orange to white from what i remember. gaby and i waved our flags for the entirety of the megamix (and a bunch of other songs too, hajshajs, duh) and since we were going off the whole time, and not as many people were, he did see us all the way to the back and pointed at where we were and we looked at each other and just kept going. we then corroborated our stories in the hostal, hajdhaj. enjoy the following video as if you were next to us and just jumping around, okay thanks (when you see everyone else jump around that's when he comes to our side).

anyway, i wrote all of this while on the airplane that's gonna take me to puerto rico, which is a bit delayed. oh, and el puma rodríguez is on this flight, lmao. iykyk. some ladies, while boarding, just stood in front of him and took a selfie, eeep. right, here's some carpet photos.

i'm so lucky i get to do this insane adventure, i'm so happy.

(meant to save this in drafts while the video uploaded but guess it got posted instead, hajshajsh. anywaaaay... thanks for the lovely notes, loves.)

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 20

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices…

…But then things changed.

"I'm giving you guys the all clear to go out tonight and celebrate after the show if you so wish to, it is important that you all stick together please. There is higher security in and around the venue, there will also be tighter security around you guys. Please do no feel threatened, they are simply there for your safety and the safety of the fans and nothing else. Any questions or concerns from any of you at any point do not hesitate to drop us a message."

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"Seattle, how are we feeling tonight?" Andy asks into the microphone earning screams to fill the venue. "We're going to kill the vibe a little bit now, this is King of Pain."

Andy always used to hate singing this song live, he only did it for the fans, but note the word used. He would always filter his emotions as not to upset himself, but now, now all he could think about was how much he missed the attention of another. He almost craved the feeling of love again, but he didn't know how to show it, he had been wearing this mask for so long now that it was hard to remove it. He even wondered if he was confusing love with lust. Sure, he had slept around and found women who were insanely attractive and lust was in the moment, but this feeling lingered, it seemed strongest to him almost as if his body was screaming at him, as if his mind was begging for a release from all the pent up feelings and the pretending to be fine. It was almost as if he had a heart of fire that was burning for anyone to notice his cries. No, not just anyone, his heart was yearning for a specific someone.

"I cannot see what's become of life, it's all just passing by." Andy sings into the microphone. It was then he felt every emotion hit him. Every single thing he had kept locked away for so long came spilling out, he knew exactly why this was happening too. Looking up to where he knew Delia would be sitting he tried his hardest to continue the song and not let it show how much his body was begging for that emotional release, his body was close to betraying him, incredibly close, but he had to keep singing this last song before the encore. Despite how hard Andy tried to conceal every ounce of emotion he was feeling, Lonny saw right through the act; and recognised it as the same emotion Delia had poured out on him the night before. "So don't walk away, I'll keep you safe, forget promises that we made."

Delia noticed Andy looking at her again, she always did, but this time it felt different. Andy seemed vulnerable at this very moment, she could almost feel the sorrow radiating off him. The lyrics he was singing to her were different this time though. Normally, he would sing lyrics she guessed was him almost trying to steer her off track, this wasn't that though. It seemed he was almost trying to beg for forgiveness but Delia was not about to give him that, not after the way he had hurt her. Regardless, Delia could not get herself to look away from Andy, she felt as if something was pulling her towards him, she so desperately wanted to believe what he sang; she didn't want to walk away, she wanted nothing more than to be with him and feel safe in his arms, but with his unpredictable mood swings safe was one thing she'd never feel around Andy Biersack.

As the song comes to a close, Delia watches as Andy takes a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders evident, before raising his microphone to speak again "Thank You Seattle, you've been amazing!" The whole band are then running off stage.

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"Andy are you okay dude? You seem really on edge." Jinxx asks looking at his lead singer who looked slightly pale and was as stiff as a metal pole.

"I've made a mistake and I've been nothing but a dick. CC you were right, you were fucking right and I should have listened rather than let this fake ego of mine take over." Andy begins feeling the tears he was holding on to for so long start to fall down his face. "I slept with Delia, twice, and now... now I can't stop thinking about her. I think I've fallen for her."

"Andy, I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't erm, I didn't actually want to be right man." CC trails off in both shock and sorrow whilst the rest of the band also stand there looking at Andy in shock.

"If you even want to stand a chance you've got one hell of an apology to make." Lonny starts "You hurt her a lot, I don't think she'll forgive that quickly, especially as she was growing very fond of you before you ruined it and went back to your ways by saying what you did the other night."

"I know, I know I've hurt her multiple times and each time it's killed me. I can't keep pretending like this." Andy sighs wiping under his eyes whilst trying to make sure he didn't ruin his stage make up "I'm gonna make it right though, I have to make it right."

"Well let's go smash out this encore then we work on that apology and get you and Delia your happy ending." CC smiles whilst patting Andy on the back which makes the singer nod.

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"We all survived lads!" CC screams as they approach the bar they were to go for a few drinks. No one felt comfortable with clubbing or drinking too much tonight but a few drinks would never hurt anyone.

"First round is on me, consider it your Christmas present from me!" Jake laughs as he walks over to the bar leaving the rest of the group to find a table.

The anxiety Andy was feeling was like nothing he had ever felt. Yes he had struggled with anxiety for a long time and the ADHD made it worst for him at moments but he had mostly had it all under control until now. It was almost as if he wanted to start bouncing off the walls or do anything to release this nervous energy.

Seeing Delia appear next to him very quickly and briefly made him want to just reach for her hand and hold it in his. To bring her close and just kiss her, right here in front of everyone. But he knew he couldn't do. He had fucked up possibility beyond repair. He had to repair this though.

Delia could feel the anxiety that Andy was experiencing. She wanted nothing more than to hug him and tell him it would all be okay and to try to bring the slightly older man some comfort. But he had hurt her, he made how he felt extremely clear to her so now she was left to try and pick up the pieces and get over him. Now she was left to try her hardest to ignore him for these last few hours she would be spending with him.

"So Delia, you got any nice plans for Christmas?" Lonny asks trying to start conversation at the table to make it less awkward, all the while everyone in the band were quickly passing glances to Andy to get him to talk to Delia.

"Not really, I'll just be going back to Ohio and staying with my parents. It's always just been the 3 of us." Delia smiles at the thought of seeing her parents again, she was definitely missing them despite having fun and enjoying every moment on this tour.

"I'm actually planning on visiting Ohio over Christmas, maybe we could meet up?" Andy suggests feeling his nerves intensify.

"I didn't think you had spoken to your parents in a while Andy?" Shevy asks in genuine curiosity.

"I haven't but I erm... I want to surprise them." He fakes a smile. He mostly wanted to see Delia if she'd let him but he supposed he should also see his parents again after cutting them off. It got to the point where they kept asking about Juliet and how he was doing and it became too much so he cut ties and didn't look back. Now he's realising the mistake in doing that.

"I feel like you'll be too busy with your parents to meet up with me by the sounds of it Andy." Delia shrugs slightly. The thought of Andy visiting her in Ohio made her stomach jump, but she couldn't allow that of him. She couldn't allow him to get close to her, not after how he's already hurt her.

"Delia, could we maybe talk to each other somewhere away from the group?" Andy suddenly asks, better to get it over with right? This sudden bold move from Andy shocked both Delia and Shevy whilst the band were sat there trying to hide their smiles that Andy was actually able to gain the courage.

"Sure." Delia nods standing up to follow him whilst mentally tying to put up her defences to prepare herself for whatever hurtful thing he was about to say. It not like she's see him again after tonight so it didn't really matter to her that much anymore. "What do you want Andy?"

"Look I've been a fucking dick and I know that and I'm so sorry. I know sorry doesn't cut it but honestly I really am." Andy is almost pleading Delia for forgiveness as he can feel his emotions coming through again, even Delia could see him becoming emotional but she wasn't about to let her guard down.

"Yeah, you're right, sorry doesn't cut it. You humiliated me Andy, saying what you said in front of the band made it pretty damn clear we had done something which, by the way, is the one thing you didn't want Lonny to spill yet you went and spilt it!" Delia growls slightly, she'd be damned if she were to forgive Andy after all the shit he'd put her through. "Honestly it was really a great act you put on. You made me think that you were actually starting to care for me and I like an idiot let you in, even Shevy and Lonny were convinced we could of had something but instead I'm the idiot sound tech woman who slept with the slutty lead singer and is left heartbroken."

"Delia, please understand, I never meant to hurt you, not like this." Andy pleads.

"Well you did!" Delia shouts back.

"Look Delia, I don't really know how else to say this." Andy sighs before placing a hand on Delia's arm gently.

"Get off me." Delia shrugs his hand off her. As much as she wanted to deny the frenzy her body felt from his touch she couldn't lean into it, she would not lean into it.

"The divorce with my ex wife fucked me up big time and I didn't want to get close to anyone, I didn't think I could deal with that heartbreak again so I turned off any emotions I may have had. But then you came along and it's like I forgot how to control my head. Suddenly it was you I thought about when I woke and when I went to sleep, it was you who flooded my every thought and being. The idea of never seeing you again after tonight hurts, it feels like my heart may burst from the pain of that thought." Andy confesses as he desperately wants to reach for Delia's hands but after how she shrugged his hand off her arm he knew that would not be a good idea.

"Yet you were the one who specifically said to me that you never wanted to see me again after tonight!" Delia uses his own words against him making Andy's heart shatter. He knew he fucked up but he didn't realise it was this bad.

"Delia, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Andy begs feeling tears fall down his face "I know I've fucked up and said some awful things but please give me a chance to prove myself to you. One chance I beg."

"You know what Andy? Fuck you!" Delia shouts before slapping him round the face with an open palm leaving him stood there with a look of pure hurt. Seeing him look like that broke her heart, especially knowing she caused it but she could not forgive him that easily after all the pain he caused her. Instead, she decided she needed to get away, especially when she saw Shevy come walking towards them. Delia needed to leave this building and leave it now.

"Delia! Delia, where are you going?" Shevy calls.

"I'm going to the hotel." Delia tries her best not to cry.

"I'll come with you, it's not safe!" Shevy states "stay here and let me grab my bag and we'll go."

"Shevy I'll be fine, I just, I need to be alone." Delia shakes her head feeling the tears start to fall. At that moment Delia doesn't hesitate to walk out of the bar, not even taking a second look back at Andy or any of the band.

"What the fuck did you do Andy? You know what, I don't want to know. I hope you're proud of yourself though because now you've really fucked up. You just love to go that extra step don't you?" Shevy shouts at Andy who just stands there with tears rolling down his face.

"Shevy, it wasn't like that. I apologised, I told her everything. I... I've fallen for her Shevy but now it's too late, she hates me and it's all my fault." Andy sobs just as the rest of the band start approaching Andy to try and comfort him.

"Andy... I'm so sorry." Shevy gasps.

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Walking out of the bar Delia is instantly met with the cold night air which, in this current moment, she embraced and found comfort in. Delia never expected to actually hear Andy Biersack open up to her, yet alone to say he had fallen for her the same way she had for him. Seeing his tears had upset her but she couldn't forget how he had made her feel. Maybe she was a little harsh? Maybe she should turn around and go back in there? Wrap her arms around him and kiss the tears away like you see in those cheesy movies. But this wasn't a cheesy rom com, this was real life. With how his mood swings were, who's to say that he won't change his mind and go back to upsetting her, who's to say this wasn't all part of the game.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Delia suddenly heard a voice as she feels a body barge into hers nearly knocking her over.

"No no it's completely fine, I was standing in the way so it's likely my fault." Delia smiles turning around to see a tall blonde man standing and looking at her smiling.

"I wasn't looking where I was going I'm equally to blame." The blonde guy continues to smile at her. "I'm Sam. Can I buy you a drink as an apology?"

"Thanks but I was just leaving." Delia nods awkwardly looking down at her feet.

"Oh yeah, course. A pretty girl like you must have places to go." He nods understandably. "How about we just hug it out?"

"Erm... sure." Delia replies a little confused, strangers normally weren't this friendly, but they were at a bar so maybe he had just had a few drinks and was feeling generous.

Hugging this guy was nice, but nowhere near as nice as Andy felt. He didn't have the same warmth as Andy. No, Delia was determined to forget about Andy and his ways.

As Delia pulled away from the hug, she suddenly felt something cover her nose and mouth and just as quickly as it happened, she saw the world around her going fuzzy and black; the last thing she saw was Sam was the one holding the cover to her face and he was grinning wickedly at her.

[subcon-crybaby-charlie]

Once again dealing in a dead fandom, so here's two aus I have that in work on sometimes:

Encore and Íllia.

These are both grojband aus, one is inspired by a few fanfics but the other is inspired by art for something that someone else did and I used that au idea as a base concept for mine and charlie-d it up. ok so explanations

Encore is a future au basically while Íllía is an au with a focus on the blue star (which I made my own lore for) and Laney.

Firstly Encore. Encore takes place like 10 years after the show, so they're all adults but the band has broken up, kinda. Kin Kon and Corey still talk to each other, hang out when they can, and live in peaceville but due to Laney moving to a bigger city when they were 16 and Corey having strong feelings about that they had a falling out (something he regrets) and the band fell apart due to Coreys regrets and lack of a bassist. But Corey is bored and wants to hang out with his friends and he and the twins lament on how they never did sound the same without Laney prompting Corey's idea to use his dad's business as a way to go to the city Laney lives in and convince her to play with them, just for fun. However; Laney hasn't touched her bass at all since her falling out with Corey and fears that she can't play anymore so when they come trying to get her to play for a bit she tries to give them a run around so they don't find out. There's more to it than that but that's the basic jist of it.

The Íllía au on the other hand I have a lot less about, I have a favorite child and it's Encore, but the basic idea is that at 16 years old Laney tells Corey how she feels about him only to get friend zoned because Corey panicked (he also likes her but they're best friends first and foremost and he doesn't wanna fuck that up) and 'the blue star' or the curse as I call it in terms of my own lore manipulates Laney based on the feeling of rejection to work with it. Now there's a lot of lore here, most of it focuses heavily on Corey's bio family and my own personal Rocklympus lore and I don't have time to get into that bc I'm at work rn, but Laney agrees and it kinda takes a human shape to act as her manager and she, as a solo musician that's being controlled by the curse is "destroying music" by becoming the most artist forever for every music genre. Creating one hit for each genre of music that no one else can best which just destroys music corporations or something idk.

Anyway if you wanna learn Coreys fucked up family tree ask me cause good lord I have a lot of lore for my versions of the Rocklympus lore and gods XD

Oh, and of course I dragged @funtimemichael into this. Got them in on this too, because they're my friend :3

[alexissara]

My Favorite Musical Artists of 2023

It is Spotify wrapped season and so instead of letting a company decide what I liked most or listened to most when it isn't totally accurate I shall instead tell you my favorite musical artists of the year and what musical art resonated most with my heart and why.

Normally I don't like to do this sort of list until it's actually the next year because in December maybe I'll get into Electronic Disco Funk and have 3 artists that should really be here but I figure now is a good time

Ado

Ado really was a machine of putting out great music both on contract for anime and songs that are just related to her own work. I found her listening to the One Piece Film Red soundtrack and loving those songs this year but her vocals on Show, All Night Radio, FREEDOM and more all are breath takingly great. She clearly knows great people to collaborate with to make amazing music and her vocals are utterly delightful with a brilliant vocal range.

Ado music is perfect for making playlists for my OCs, listening to while writing, working on chores, really just a perfect artist for every function I often look to music for.

Janelle Monae

Janelle Monae is a consistent favorite even in years where they have released no new songs they still stand among my favorite artists of the year with songs like Make Me Feel, Many Moons, Tightrope and Screwed always being on my rotation of songs. Now Lipstick Lover joins as another Monae staple that will constantly be on repeat for me. The Age Of Pleasure was a really great album and I think this era of Janelle's music was really good and I think Janelle was really bold going into being a free ass person and refusing to let themselves be defined by others on their own terms.

Reinaeiry

While I am not the biggest fan of the same kind of operatic dramatic songs that often drive many of Reinaeiry's songs, in any given year she still puts out more songs I love then songs that are not my thing. There is a touch of bitter sweetness because my ex loved her music too and so it often reminds me of her and our break up was a bit less than a year ago but having moved back around to being friends with her the music can sit comfortably in my ears as music that means a lot to me even if some songs now have bitter sweet memories tied to them it makes some songs work better too.

Yoasobi

Yoasobi has had a year getting to preform songs for some of the years biggest anime projects but this was the year I discovered her music and in it I found so many amazing songs. 海のまにまに is probably my favorite from the year but I also really enjoy Horizon, セブンティーン, Biri-Biri, and Hero a lot too. She has a lot of really banger music videos and they are just delights to watch. I find a lot of her songs are perfect chill songs to really set a nice calm wokring on something serious tone in the background, like just enough added energy to not be sleepy music.

Jamie Page

While I got into Jamie Page last year, Jamie Page's music this year has also been bangers and am still loving the songs i fell for last year. Love Renewed is a new Jamie Page classic and I am always listening to songs like Encore, Gummyworm, Bitter Sweet and People play Pretend. Jamie makes perfect poppy and fun music that can get into the sadder emotions while still being upbeat and really fun to listen to.

Joel Baylis and Shelby Harvey

The Cassette Beasts OST is probably my actual most listened to music of the year. The soundtrack is just so fucking good, like above and beyond, I really need to actually buy the album on bandcamp because I love it so much. Your Inception and Arrow of Time are probably my favorite songs from the album but Same Old Story, Wherever We Are, face down and the rest of the vocal tracks are all bangers. All these songs are gonna be forever staples for me making OC playlists and just jaming out when I am working on being creative. Their perfect songs for writing action scenes not so dominant that they take all my attention but enough to pump me up for some badass action.

Chrissy Chlapecka

Chrissy's transition from Tiktok bimbo positivity poster to pop icon this year was glamorous. She really brings something new to the early 2000s pop kinda vibe she is going for with a much more powerful and queer vibe with an aim at being a bit more intentionally political without it being so dominant in the music to pull away from them being like "dumb" pop. A lot of "influencers" attempt the transition into music but it is very clear that Chrissy is actually a musical talent who stumbled into being popular online for not doing music then used that to boost her passion.

Dorian Electra 

Weird core legend Dorian Electra is truly a musical artist who is always worth checking out even when a song is a total wiff it's usually at least fun to watch the music video. I am always relistening to my favs from Dorian but this year had a lot of great blasphemy core music like Sodom & Gomorrah but also brilliant songs like Puppet that really all captured my heart and are just great pop songs in addition to being a little funny or whatever else Dorian is going for.

Band-maid

J-rock legends Band-maid are always a favorite for me. BAND-MAID are so good at their respective gimmicks it almost makes me sad that they are tied to the gimmick of having to dress up as maids. I enjoy a good Maid outfit but I do think their music is just so seriously damn good and I do worry the gimmick is also a detraction from how truly badass their music is. They are just such amazing artists and they are just a delight to listen to especially if I am gaming and want to replace a sound track or something.

Tape Girl

Ska is my favorite kind of music, while I didn't include a ton on this list I had to include at least one Ska artist and Tape Girl was an artist I found this year who really blew me away. There were a ton of great artists I discovered this year but as of now I mostly just have one song from them I really love while Tape Girl basically has no misses. Tape Girl is really fun and the instrumentations are all so good, they are just ahhh such fantastic tracks and really songs well worth listening to.

[gretavanslutz]

Off Stage with Danny

TW// 18+ NO MINORS. Praise, language, protected sex, oral (both receiving) fingering (huge huge thanks to @gretaswhore28 for all the help)

Our music started out in small bars and clubs, but we managed to get a call to open for the Dreams in Gold tour with Greta Van Fleet. This was our first huge opportunity to get your music out there and hopefully gain more fans. The amount of prep that we put into this was insane. You'd never admit that this has been your dream since The Rifles started. During the first few shows Danny and you started casually flirting. He would greet you after our set, backstage and walk me back to the green room but I never thought of it as anything other than Danny just being a good friend. After a while, Danny would wrap his arm around my shoulders and then it evolved to him putting his hands on your waist. It soon became more than just touring with Danny we soon became inseparable. The boys and your bandmates would never stop teasing us and it also struck a little blush from Danny and you, but we laughed through it. We started to do almost everything together. During our day breaks, we would separate to work on our own things as bands. The boys were working on their new music and The Rifles were doing the same thing just a few rooms away. Occasionally your bandmates would chirp at you constantly.The show was exhilarating. You were singing my heart out and killed it on your guitar solo in our most popular song. Everyone was having fun and it felt like you were floating. The fans and the atmosphere was unbelievable. You couldn’t help but feel Danny’s eyes on you as we were on stage. Something about tonight felt so different between Danny and me. The way he looked at you backstage while you performed and the glances back and forth made you squeeze your thighs together. After our last song, we did our final thank yous and bows. You handed off my guitar and immediately walked over to Danny, making sure to add a little extra sway in my hips. “Hey,” you said sweetly to Danny.“You killed it out there, it was really fucking hot,” he says while putting his hands on my hips. You threw my arms around his neck and said, “you think so?” Throwing in a wink. We walked back to my green room and sat down on the couch. We were alone.Danny put his arm around the back of the couch behind you and got close to you. You looked at his lips and then at his face. Danny looked at me with lust in his eyes and we both leaned in, breaking the tension. As we kissed Danny moved his hand up to my neck to softly wrap his fingers around my neck, choking me as you softly grind on him. Danny quickly rips my shirt off, followed by my bra. As I’m grinding down harder, you feel Danny grow hard under me. After what felt like seconds, you heard the door knob being fondled but continued on with making out with Danny only to hear Jake,”Hey sorry to interrupt, but ah we gotta warmup.” Danny looks at me, with darkness in his eyes. “We will continue this later,” he said, pushing a strand of hair behind me while also giving my neck a quick bite.As he fixes himself in the mirror, you check him out while putting my shirt back on. You notice that his tight pants show the tent in his pants.After some quick touch ups to my hair and makeup, you head back with my band mates to watch the boys play. Your eyes were trained on Danny and you couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His muscles bulged with every swing on the kit in front of him. You could feel the wetness in between your thighs and your breathing started getting heavy.After what felt like 4 encores, the boys said their goodbyes and Danny ran into my arms. “I need you now…” he said as he grinded his hard on me. You grab his arm and walk as fast you can without drawing too much attention to us. After the countless whistles from the boys and my bandmates we made it to the green room. Danny throws me onto the couch and he sits next to me pulling me onto his lap. You straddle him as we kiss and I begin grinding on him again. Danny lets out a soft groan. Danny pushes you down so he is on top now. You rip his shirt off and begin kissing down his neck. Danny pinned you by your throat and said, “I’ve been thinking all night. You drive me crazy.” Danny kisses you deeply and passionately as his hand stays on your throat. He starts kissing down your sternum slowly to your thighs, kissing both seductively. Danny pulls you closer as the lust begins to take over. Danny looks at you after he slid off the green room couch to ask permission to remove your leather jeans. You nod as he gently removes your jeans. Danny makes eye contact with you as his fingers trace your lips. He is gentle but you can see the lust in his eyes when he looks at you. He softly tastes you, letting out a very soft groan so as to not draw attention. He starts off slowly making sure to pay close attention to specific areas. Unlike the high from being on stage, this was completely different. Danny had started to slow down. He stops completely, “get on your knees dove.” You do exactly as commanded, you softly lick the tip and under the shaft. Danny softly lets out a grown as you slowly go down on him. He gently plays with your hair. You slowly pull back, Danny helps you up, you begin kissing again as he slowly slips his two fingers inside you. You take your shirt off, feeling hot. “Let me see all of you baby”, he whispers into your neck you whine and reach behind you, removing your bra. “There you are dove. So beautiful, all mine” he speaks before capturing your lips in a kiss. His still fingers working into you. His thumb catches your clit, gently rubbing it in circles. You whine, breaking the kiss. You press your forehead to his, letting out a moan. “Off, I need this off of you” you speak, grabbing at his shirt. He removes his hands from you, licking off what you left on his fingers. He takes off his shirt per your request. You drag your hands up his biceps, rubbing his shoulders and eventually laying them on the back of his neck. Playing with his hair. His hands go into his jeans. Tugging the button open. He hoists you off of him so he could stand. He tugs off his pants leaving him nude. “Come here baby, come lean over the couch” he asks you. You stand up, brushing your hand across his lower stomach before leaning over the armrest, exposing your pussy to him. You see him slip on a condom out of the corner of your eye. “Are you sure you want to keep going?” He asks, wanting to make sure you were still okay with it. “Yes Danny, I still want to. Please” he rubs his hands over your backside, grabbing at it softly. With one hand, he gently guided himself into you. You both groan at the sensation. You feel him doing deeper. Feeling every inch. His girth burns just a bit, but you love it. “God Danny” you moan. Loving how he feels inside you. You push your hips back against him encouraging him to move. He picks up on your cue and grabs onto your hips and starts to thrust into you at a steady pace, careful not to go too rough just yet. “You feel like you were made for me dove. Taking my cock so well” he groans, relishing in the feeling of you. He takes one of his hands and starts to play with your clit again. You let out a louder whine than last time. The angle he’s at inside you, hitting that spot just right mixed with the sensation of him playing with you building your orgasm quickly. “A little harder Danny, please. I’m close” you ask. You feel him place a kiss at the bottom of your neck before you hear him whisper in your ear “your wish is my command dove” before he sets himself at a harder pace. The force jolting you forward with every thrust. He’s going faster as well. The repeated feeling of him hitting your spot builds up your orgasm faster. He groans loudly, feeling you clench around him. “Come on baby, cum for me. You’re so close I feel it. You’re clenching so much around me. Come on dove, give it to me” he commands. With a few more thrusts you come undone around him. Your release triggering his own. Your legs give out from under you, leaving all your weight into the couch. His chest is pressed against your back, still trying to come down from his high. He’s kissing your back, hands wondering against your sides and hips. Wanting to feel you. You both groan as he pulls out. Leaving you feeling empty. You turn to look at him over your shoulder, watching him as he disposes of the condom and returning with one of the towels to clean up the mess you dropped onto your thighs. After cleaning you up, he helps you stand up, letting you lean into him. He helps you to the couch so you can sit, and brings you water to make sure you don’t get dehydrated. “You are positively, the most amazing partner ever” you say to him. Pushing the hair out of his face. “I can say the same for you” he says before kissing you. He helps to get you dressed before getting dressed himself. He even makes sure your hair and makeup are cleaned up, as well as his own before the two of you walk out of the green room. “Ohh shit there they are” shout one of your bandmates from down the hall. You hear a collective group of whoops and hollers. You flip him off and yell back “at least one of us gets laid fucker.” “Damn they got you dude” you hear Josh tell him. “Dumbasses, all of them” you hear Danny laugh before wrapping his arm around you and kissing you again.

[hinumdom]

january 13, 2024

what a core memory to start off this year.

overall experience at the standing pit near barricade is 50/50. definitely, it was incredible seeing svt up close. every single one of them is just so majestic (especially vernon!! hello!?!?! i got bias wrecked during the concert, so sorry jeonghan). i honestly can't NOT mention vernon because he was literally glowing. the moment my naked eyes met his figure, i was stunned at how beautiful he is, more beautiful than any human being. he looks like an angel who descended from the heavens and that's not even an exaggeration. i saw all of them up close and majority of the time, i just thought how can such stunning people exist, form a group, have crazy talents, and be goofy at the same time. when i say the svt members have it all, i mean it. they're the total package (and did i mention how diverse their discography is?? their b-sides are just as good as their title tracks fr fr). the downside of my section is that it gets too stuffy and crowded as the concert progresses with the fans pushing towards the front. i couldn't even jump during encore 'cause everyone was too busy taking videos and guarding their positions. could you just imagine, i couldn't jump when aju nice came in??? like that's never ending aju nice, the highlight of the show, and i couldn't even get to enjoy it, i'm heartbroken </3. if the next concert will be held for 2 days as well, i'll buy VIP for day 1 and bleachers for day 2 to maximize my concert experience.

here's a little bit of a story time of what happened to our tickets: my friend and i initially had day 2 VIP tickets, however, following the news of jeonghan's injury and the decision for him to sit out in the remaining follow tour stops (joining s.coups), i decided to let go my VIP ticket, and opted for day 1 standing (still in the same section). ideally, we wanted bleachers because we want to sit rather than stand, but it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, especially since we wanted the bleachers premium 1, near the stage. so, that's how we went from day 2 VIP holders to day 1 standing.

also, let me just rant: lnph is one of the worst event organizers. i had to argue with the staff in two occasions. first one was in the the ticket verification. we waited for 2hrs+ not knowing that they've forgotten about us. i was arguing with this one staff who apparently is like the team leader or something and i told her to do something--cut the line if they have to because we lined up first!! the other occasion was in the actual queue. so, we have this queue number that follows the timestamp of when you bought the ticket. we were at 100+ but when we got at the queue, the line was already long and they told us to line at the end like what the actual fuck, that's not how it works. i explained to them as calmly as possible that there's no way there would be duplicate of the queue number because it's a unique number per ticket. i sincerely have minimal patience with stupid people, it's a miracle that i was still able to hold back. the weather was hot, we had no water, we couldn't get answers from the assigned ushers for our line, and we have lnph people testing everyone else's patience. ugh.

[galaxysharks]

Ej was such a big brother to Maddox. Just the pure joy when he saw her having fun, he humors her so much and it means everything.

Imagine Ej's earlier years at the camp:

Jock!Baby!Elton gets sent to Shallow Lake cause camp 'builds character' and Cash can't be bothered to raise his one and only son.

Ej figures he will coast by in the ensemble/security/person who can lift things.

Realizes quickly that all the fun tools and props are locked up to keep unsupervised children away from them, as instructed by the director.

Trys unsuccessfully to charm director because the old man can tell when a kid is helping, and when one just wants access to things that can make fire.

That's when he notices that the weird little tween that only speaks to the director and tinkers with the tech equipment has the only other set of keys.

Que: Operation: get keys to fireworks part 2.

Report: Mission failed because Maddox doesn't understand metaphors for stealing minor explosives and won't break rules anyway. Also never leaves them anywhere, so he can't just take them.

Ej decides to pretend to befriend this girl until she trusts him to have keys, and because he is at this point a proto-Cash, he does this by suggesting she do stereotypical 'camp' behaviors like playing reveille at 7 am, or asking for secrets in the cabins, or any other amount of behaviors that would get her socially eviscerated. He figures most of the camp would follow his lead, so he just needs to play nice for a few days, then they can do whatever while he gets to explode things. Starts calling her Gadget, cause he can't remember her name.

Except Maddox Loves Camp. To her, Ej is rapidly becoming her best friend because he actually wants to be around her, and do the things she loves. Sure Val listens to her, but Maddox's too awkward around pretty girls to have any real conversations, and Ej is even giving her suggestions to make this summer even more like the old movies.

Val pulls Ej aside like: Don't you fucking dare make fun of this child, she's going through things right now..

Ej get 0.001% into this plan and realizes, oh shit she's adorable, I can't let people ruin this for her.

Cue Mr. Elton Jock wholeheartedly throwing himself into every one of these stupid challenges and traditions. Taunting and egging on everyone and generally becoming the helpful kind of menace to society that makes the weird parts of a summer camp seem fun.

The first night the camp serves tacos, and that's awesome, but Maddox tells him it's not usually a great idea to eat twelve of them at once.

Spoiler: she's right. Ej spends a morning dedicated to vomit and pain in the medical cabin. Maddox sits with him and helps him read lines for his different ensemble characters in between laughing at him and dodging Val bringing him more water and crackers.

They are assigned to the same tent in the wooded camp out night, because the director has noticed, and she usually takes a solo tent, which is not a good look for their safety rating.

She's jumping at shadows and hiding as soon as the tale of Susan Fine is over. She knows it's not real, but she's still freaked out by it.

Ej tells her that they're going to make it real, and she won't be scared cause she'll know what 'susan fine' will be doing all night. Maddox is going to be the woman in the woods, he'll be a shrub monster and they can scare people together.

He buys a large pack of twizzlers, some geodes, and candles from the local shop, and they set up the first ever Susan Fine shrine.

They collect a record 11 full screams and 1 full tackle from some kid named Johnny that breaks things alot.

After they've had their fun, Ej and Maddox spend the night making up a dumb camp song. With references to the taco disaster and the scary stories.

They perform at a mid-week talent show, and get a request for an encore at camp prom.

During color wars, Ej notices Maddox was missing, and Val tells him she helps the director set up the fireworks every year, but she'll be back in time for the sing-off.

At this point Ej is having more fun doing the color wars than he would have had stealing the fireworks to begin with.

She saves him a bottle rocket. They launch it later and Ej catches his shorts on fire. once he is put out and in his boxers, Maddox and Val try to find something between them for him to wear. When cleaning Val notices a patch on the inside lining of the burnt shorts 'Elton John Caswell'. Maddox laughs at him and calls him Rocketman.

Most of camp thinks it is because of the bottle rocket, but Val and Maddox know.

Uses his call from winning color wars to tell Cash that he'll take some business courses in school if he gets to come back to camp every year.

[chakazard]

I have been a fan of Ezra Furman since Sep 5, 2019, when Bandcamp chose Twelve Nudes as its album of the day. I don't always check the album of the day but thankfully I did that day, and I knew before I listened that I needed it in my life. When I did listen, I was sold. I was done. I was changed. An absolutely perfect album start to finish. Since then I have flipped and fallen for a number of her songs, I devoured her 33 ⅓ book on Lou Reed's Transformer, and, like a lot of people, I came out of the shut down times being much more willing to be open about my own powerfully perplexing feeings about my gender and sexuality, and Ezra's music and her observations on Lou Reed from that book were absolutely a part of my journey. Although the show was delayed a few months, I was elated to have the opportunity to see her perform at the Music Hall of Williamsburg.

There was not a single second of the show where I was not either singing, dancing, crying, beaming, or flipping the bird. I think I started crying at the second word of the first song. I am not usually one for being starstruck, but I could barely believe I was in the same room as this incredible artist. She held the audience in the palm of her hand the entire show, and I am honestly not sure to what extent she realized it. An audience, by the way, that was extremely and beautifully diverse, containing various ages, races, and especially genders, all united by the heartfelt words of the star of this evening. Ezra is the perfect mix of performer and songwriter. I may have seen people who are better at one or the other, though I can't think of any at the moment, but I'm sure I've never seen anyone better at both. Her every motion on stage seemed possessed by the songs, completely driven by the music, except for some of the between song bits, where she seemed too aware and suddenly remembered, embarrassed, that she was in front of an audience. "Songs of love and war" she kept repeating, and unfortunately songs of war are just as necessary if not more than joyous songs of love at the moment, especially from a trans artist in today's culture. She was a magnetic performer, even moreso in the way that she did not seem overflowing with confidence, but she did seem invigorated by the stage and the sound and the spirit of the songs.

And what songs! I feel like Ezra Furman's songs transport me, fully immersed inside of them, as if I am living their truths. She opened with The Train Comes Through, the beautiful song that opens her newest album evoking Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen, and from there exploded into the song that first made me a fan, Evening Prayer. She cracked my heart wide open with Book Of Our Names when she sang "the names will be the real ones that are ours.". I slow danced by myself to I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend and punk danced all the gunk out of my soul to My Teeth Hurt. I reverently sang all the words to Point Me Towards the Real and felt the thrill of Can I sleep In Your Brain rolling seamlessly into Calm Down. I knew there was no better conclusion than What Can You Do But Rock n Roll. When she returned for the encore and went into Lilac and Black, I pledged myself to take up those colors and join the queer girl gang. I put the final nail in my voice's coffin with the line TO THEM WE'LL ALWAYS BE FREAKS in Suck the Blood From My Wound. Before leaving, Ezra stood in the center of the stage and affirmed that the joy and anger had become one thing, and the name for that thing is rock n roll. If there is a religion based on that statement I want to join it. And she left us with Tell 'Em All To Go To Hell. My long neglected, unrecognized queer heart was full as fuck. I was expecting an unbelievable performance and Ezra overdelivered on every mark.

Before the show, I did something I normally don't at concerts and decided to grab a drink. While there I struck up a conversation with a fellow fan who had traveled all the way from Vermont for the show. Talking to strangers generally doesn't come easy to me, but I think I kept my end of the conversation moving and even entertaining. While I was talking to Geoffrey from Vermont about secret societies and life in general, two people came up to me, fellow poets who recognized me from an open mic I'd attended a month earlier. I took this all as a sign that this evening and my life as a whole are moving in a good direction. I left the bar and went upstairs in time to catch Jeffrey Lewis, who I had actually seen and enjoyed about 15 years ago, but I hadnt spent much time revisiting. He was an excellent opener, showing boundless creativity in both songs and the biographical graphic novels of Keith Haring and Sitting Bull projected behind him.

After the show, I was elated. What a perfect performance! I decided to do something else I normally don't, and wait in line to buy merch, because Ezra had more than earned my t-shirt money. When I was a couple spots back from the front of the line, I turned around and saw that she was sitting in the corner of the room, talking to someone. I reached into my rarely reached reservoir of social courage and resolved that if she was still there after I'd made my purchase, I would go up and say hi. "excuse me, I hate to interrupt, but you are fucking amazing!" was all I could think to say. Today, I think all the things I could have said. "Twelve Nudes is a perfect album!" "Temple of Broken Dreams makes me cry every time!" "I wish I had your music in high school!" "You helped me get in touch with my gender and it's made my life so much better." I guess "fucking amazing" is a decent blanket. She told me it was a dream come true getting to perform like that. I stumbled over the phrase "best show ever" and let her return to her conversation. I floated, glowing, all the way home.

Sometimes art hangs on its own and brings meaning to a life when it is sorely needed. Sometimes a life seems indivisible from the art that flows in, out, and around it. I have been riding one of those rare waves of energy and inspiration lately. There has been an influx of creative people in my life and I feel like this just made the show so much better for me. As I said, normally I wouldn't have swapped jokes and stories with a rando from Vermont, and I would have left and hopped the next train back to suburbia rather than sticking around to meet one of my favorite singers. As it is, I had an overall incredible evening that I will remember forever. I am an Aries and this is my season. There is nothing I believe in more than the beautiful two edged sword that is rock n roll and I don't think I've ever gotten closer to experiencing the purest most powerful version of that than getting to witness Ezra Furman sing her heart out in Brooklyn until the sound covered everyone who could hear. Songs of love and war, indeed.