#the great gatsby is so lana del rey coded

[bleach-vodka]

daisy buchanan; golden girl

[ybklix]

𝑨𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒐

♱‧₊˚. pairing: dom!hwanghyunjin x sub!femreader 𓈒 ୨९⟡₊⋆∘ synopsis: An eccentric and peculiar artist, whose art is well known for its captivating and erotic method, is fascinated by you, who naively thought you just accepted a small job for him. ೨౿ ⋆ ˚｡ genre — warnings: MDNI, smut, shibari ropeplay, dubcon, bdsm, sex toys, impact play, spanking, edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ word count: 9.3k

♬⋆.˚ art deco by lana del rey ♥︎ closer by nine inch nails ♥︎ tear you apart by she wants revange ♥︎ red lights by stray kids

(𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 '𝟮𝟰) ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. 04: artist

wen’s note: bitch christian grey who, also red lights is a rope bunny slut wbk

The distant scent of cigarette smoke hit your face along with the cold night breeze. You shrank into your jacket, feeling your whole body shiver with cold as you waited for the driver you paid for in an app, to wait outside the large chateau property in the middle of nowhere.

It was cold and you felt the anxiety that there was no one left but you.

You heard footsteps behind you and with a shiver you turned, seeing how from the darkness and dim light emerged the bearing of a tall man in a suit.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t recognize him, someone like him would stand out anywhere. Hwang Hyunjin. A handsome adult with long black hair as shiny as night and slitted, villainous eyes in contrast to the rest of his smooth, harmonious face with beautiful bushy eyebrows, a straight nose, and full lips. He was so beautiful and handsome that he also became the model sometimes.

Hyunjin came out for fresh air and he noticed you, he had noticed you from the gallery, the young girl making little notes. Hyunjin had counted the journalists in his exhibition and knew their names and faces but you… he had never seen you, you were too young to work in journalism or as a critic, and yet you still took your notes.

Hyunjin approached you, playfully puffing on his cigarette.

“What did you think of today’s exhibition?”

You looked at him, surprised, you had never been that close to him or talked to him directly but you certainly knew his voice from the one or another interview you saw on the internet. Ah, the great exhibition today by Hwang Hyunjin, you were grateful and amazed that you had gotten a spot to be able to attend. His latest art exhibit, a compilation of sculptures, paintings, and photography inspired by 1920s nightlife, Art Deco, The Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald and Zelda, Hemmingway, Lempicka and Picasso, in a place perfectly with an interior design exactly referring to that era. Hyunjin never did small exhibitions or hung around in small galleries, if he exhibited his art he did it big, in the famous Hwang chateau with a very strict list of upper-class guests, it was not only an exhibition, but a fashion show and almost a carpet event as his dress code was strict and even the most important fashion magazines and designers attended.

You were surprised that he suddenly walked up and spoke to you. You had been lucky enough that the university had gotten you a very coveted spot at the event. You had enjoyed his art… you just couldn’t lie about feeling a little uncomfortable seeing it for the first time in person with your own eyes. His classic and characteristic section of somewhat erotic photographs of women being tightly bound. The photos showed naked and semi-naked women with their red, slightly purple limbs, signs of how truly tight the ropes must have been. But Hwang Hyunjin was praised for his play with eroticism and a popular fetish practice.

In fact, there were so many unsolved rumors and mysteries regarding the uproar of those photographs, of which you were very curious about.

You had to be honest, you were in front of the artist himself, which is very busy and coveted in the art world, you didn’t have that opportunity every day; plus it was what you did, you wrote your most honest thoughts.

“I thought it was beautiful, wicked, perverse and devious.”

You added a bit of mischief and sarcasm in your tone, throwing in a few popular adjectives of which they catalogued his art over the years, an amusing reference that Hyunjin understood perfectly and you were relieved that he did, as if you had instantly connected. He laughed playfully, forming a smile that showed his teeth and narrowed his eyes.

“Wicked and devious, who are you, The New Yorker?” he took another puff of his cigarette, “They called me wicked and compared me to a politician, how dare they, fucking bastards. I prefer the version of The New York Times.”

Erotic and provocative. An artist born to succeed. Art whose photography arouses more than one feeling. Once in their lifetimes, unique art that happens once in many years. The one Hwang Hyunjin. Young and ambitious.

You smiled, as he was clearly just playing along and feigning an angry tone.

“By the way, I’m Hwang Hyunjin” he added more softly staring at you, stepping on the butt of his cigarette.

“I know, nice to meet you, Mr. Hwang.”

He raised his dark eyebrows as he licked his lips, waiting for an answer.

“And… you are…”

“Y/n” you replied, repeating it with your last name.

Hyunjin looked you up and down for a few seconds and your compliance vanished from you in seconds, now you were nervous, feeling penetrated by his gaze in that cold, dark night. You couldn’t lie, Hyunjin was fucking hot and handsome, his scent exquisite and his presence out of this world, he was worthy of a work of art on his own.

“Mmm… I see” he met your eyes again, “Did you come as an enjoyer or a critic?”

“A little of both” you said proudly with a smile.

“Mmm, you can never be both” cold weather steam now coming out of his mouth every time he spoke, “You work for some magazine… are you waiting for someone? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a face like yours before…”

You almost fell at his feet at his soft rambling tone of voice, you almost believed him and fell for his charms that you were sure was just another one of his moves as an artist. So you just let out a soft chuckle, but his face reflected subtle genuine confusion.

“No… I’m here for college, I also study art, I got on the list… I have a little blog of my exhibition reviews.”

Hyunjin listened to you carefully, “Ah… I had no idea a college girl would come…” he whispered almost to himself, “And a blog? Like… written? People still use that?” he added amused

You smiled, “Well so far it’s going well.”

“I’m glad. You’re going to write about this? What’s it called?”

You knew exactly what to write about, a charming, playful artist with a mysterious haze about him, you were not to be fooled by his charms…. Hwang Hyunjin was still hiding things.

“Sure, it’s called Red Lights.”

“Ah, of course I’ve seen it, you do those reviews?” your eyes reflected mild surprise, “I liked that write-up about Lee Felix’s fashion collection… but I don’t remember seeing you there on your blog.”

You lightly bit your lower lip feeling a little flattered that someone like him would read something like that, maybe it came to him because of the last review you did of his exhibition months ago that you saw online.

You called his art and method erotic, like many other major media, but it wasn’t just because it was nude… it was because there really was something erotic about it. First, the bondage of the woman was shown, and in another photograph the genuine and true face of pleasure itself, a twisted pleasure, a wicked smile, and shiny tears. That left as much to the viewer’s imagination as the popular belief that it was evident that Hyunjin was pleasuring or performing sexual acts on his models. In your writing, you revealed that Hyunjin himself had exposed liking that sort of thing, such as discipline and light physical abuse. You did not call him a sadist as such since it was just a pair of nudes and ropes tightly bound a woman’s body and upper limbs and their faces with tears of joy. You mentioned the mystery that the photograph captured and left a faithful follower of Hyunjin wondering how it was always a different woman. He had no fixed muse, despite also expressing how romantic he was.

You suddenly felt insecure remembering your review of him, you left more questions than answers but you couldn’t help it. No one really knew Hyunjin outside of the public eye. He could be whatever, his attitude now could just be part of his technique, he was a spontaneous artist, many times compared to Helmut Newton, but you weren’t sure about that, Hyunjin’s art was more haunting and in color.

“You haven’t seen me because I never show my face. I only write. But my instagram is there.”

Hyunjin let out a giggle and you blushed instantly, your body heated in embarrassment, why would you say something like that to an artist much older than you that you had a certain social media. A notification on your cell phone interrupted you, the driver texted that he was close to arriving.

Hyunjin thought it was cute that a beauty like you wasn’t a bit snooty and showing your face, making short art information videos, as it was obvious you had little influence, attending fancy events, dressing well, but still kept to the old method of simple writing. Maybe you were the one looking for a real position in one of those magazines. Maybe you were a beautiful girl stuck in the present day with an old soul.

He couldn’t deny that you had absolutely captured his attention. He was smitten. You were young and smart, but care and rough sex could make you dumb, which was what his deepest, most perverse thoughts hid.

“Sure, a face like yours is unique…” you smiled shyly, ”I’d remember and recognize it everywhere.”

The driver was getting closer and closer to his destination. Hyunjin licked his lips softly and a silence formed in the cold night. He questioned… whether to do it… when every girl he chooses, he studies and gets to know her first, but you arrived so spontaneously, dressed in a Maison Margiela by Galliano that gave those touches of a classic 2000’s Dior.

He acted impulsively.

“What are you doing this Monday afternoon?”

Your heart raced. If he said so, you’d cancel anything.

“Nothing in particular, I’m going to college early.”

“Are you interested in modeling for me?”

Monday, but what a strange and rushed day. Hyunjin didn’t even have plans to start his work at once, but he didn’t want to let you go. He wanted you in his art, somehow something about you connected so much with Art Deco.

The car stopped in front of you right with the descriptions that came in the app. Hyunjin didn’t think you would leave so suddenly, he didn’t even contemplate it.

You thought about it… modeling for him… it meant posing nude? And if the rumors were true… you would be subjected to sexual activity. It was the perfect opportunity to see with your own eyes and fully experience the true process and method of Hyunjin’s art.

“Can I ask you something?”

Anything, Hyunjin thought. He nodded, sensing that the situation was being rushed since you had to get into the car.

“Can I write about it?”

“Deal” Hyunjin didn’t even think twice about it, he would see how he would manage, “I’ll send you the details later. See you soon.”

You got into the car and Hyunjin closed the door for you, bowing with a tender smile that you caught a glimpse of from the window. You wondered if he was staying alone in the huge chateau.

You would finally find out what’s really going on behind the camera.

Only Hwang Hyunjin could make your Monday so fucking interesting. You were about to spend the afternoon with him and that made you nervous, despite having received all the information in the e-mail where it was specifically worded by Hyunjin’s staff that it would be a simple portrait modeling.

You were slightly disappointed, not because you expected to be tied up and have sex with the most handsome man your eyes have ever seen, but because you wanted answers to all the questions that caused a buzz in the art community, you thought you would be special and be the first to write details about working for Hwang Hyunjin, because every woman he photographs are young and unknown to the public and not much is known about them, not even Hyunjin shows them in his exhibitions so that the public knows that they are real, that they existed and are not just art captured from him… or maybe they were just that. By working for him you became his property and immortalized as such, maybe the beautiful twisted women were others in their daily life.

Still… you hoped you could ask him a few questions and maybe he might reveal something.

Hyunjin was specific with your makeup, natural, with subtle gold with silver glitter eyeshadow and thin-pencil eyeliner. His team showed you in the email the example and sent you exactly the right eyeshadow, foundation, soft blush in a cool pink shade, and the perfect nude shade of silky lipstick. You complemented the makeup hoping it would be what Hyunjin had wanted. He had also been specific with the clothes, nothing that would make marks on your skin, from tight underwear or clothes.

You arrived at the address Hyunjin gave you. A lonely loft building, owned by Hyunjin, where he had his photography equipment and a small studio. Upon entering it was nothing like you expected, everything was perfectly decorated, you should have seen it coming from him.

He greeted you with a smile and you were surprised how he became more handsome in two days… or you were beginning to see him differently after your little paranoia you kept looking for things about him, you couldn’t deny it, he had a unique beauty and charming personality without even trying, something that captivated you and trapped you.

But it was very well known that Hyunjin was a guy who loved to party despite being reserved, he was the perfect combination of a partying artist, lonely, mysterious, and romantic, all his love life was very well hidden, and nothing was known about him romantically other than his art, lifestyle and the way he expresses himself.

Hyunjin saw you with a sparkle in his eyes, knowing you would document everything later. His plan was to go moderately slow, though he couldn’t wait and was itching to tie up your body until you were bruised. But first, he would charm you, with little details and photo shoot appointments, and before you knew it, he would be offering you something much more interesting. He recognized that the process could take days, weeks…

“Welcome. You look beautiful, my godiva. I’ll show you around.”

“Godiva?”

You followed Hyunjin and he turned with a tender smile continuing his walk. Hyunjin looked so good, wearing all-black attire, a thin turtleneck sweater and pants that matched his manly long legs, with his hair slicked back and ring details on his long fingers and a watch on his wrist.

“It is one of my favorite paintings with a story, a pretty and kind woman whose kindness and heart changed her ambitious husband’s mind and helped the village, in exchange for a shameful sacrifice, you know the story?”

“I know it, yes… why did you call me that?”

“Do you want an explanation for everything, don’t you, sweet girl?” he looked at you amused, “Because you are my kind woman. For today. My muse.”

You felt a good shiver. You were happy but at the same time you thought maybe then it’s something he says to every woman who passes through here or works for him. Just another part of his tricks.

You didn’t understand why you were suddenly making such a big deal out of it, it wasn’t like someone like Hyunjin was magically going to fall in love with you.

Hyunjin showed you around, telling you details and stories while you listened to him carefully… but there were times when you got lost in the movement of his lips, you couldn’t help it, so full, so kissable; he noticed it and an occasional mischievous, shy smile escaped from him, normally he felt like he had the highest ego… but with you, it felt like the innocence of a first date.

“Wouldn’t you be taking notes of everything I would tell you?” he paused in his talk to tell you.

You opened your eyes slightly, you knew exactly what to write. Your evening with a real artist, an attractive and charming one, all your college girl classmates would go crazy. Anyone who saw Hyunjin would have a crush on him.

“Oh, I’ll remember everything, don’t worry Mr. Hwang.”

Hyunjin licked his lips, arousing his senses that you spoke to him formally.

“God, I wish I could give you something better to remember tonight” he whispered, his eyes glued on you then averted, you had heard him. “Call me Hyunjin.”

Next was your photoshoot of which you hadn’t felt nervous about until he was attractively setting up his camera, you hadn’t even prepared yourself… the whole damn time you were thinking about his other kind of pictures, the erotic ones, how he tied with his nimble, long fingers and what was really going on for women to have that fucked expression on their face. You only knew that Hyunjin himself talked about that very thing three years ago, that he traveled to Japan to relax, to find inspiration in the little things, and that suddenly one day he discovered the art of shibari, the Japanese rope play and that he learned it from scratch; months after that trip to Japan the world got the first photographs.

It couldn’t be possible… that it was you who was lusting after Hyunjin, and if that was his plan or how he used to do it, it was working, you didn’t care. His clothes were tight on his manly, slender figure… and his thighs thick, but you couldn’t help but notice the large bulge that formed precisely there, the bulge of his notorious cock, which was right there, impossible to miss and without needing to be hard, you cursed mentally, thinking it must be big.

You started to get hot, sweating slightly from your lower back, the dirty thoughts were happening at an incredible speed in your head.

He approached you, ready for the pictures and noticed the faint red color on your cheeks; he smiled smugly, as he had done nothing but exist and you were already all flushed.

You confessed to him that it was weird being the model because you used to be the artist, but he took it upon himself to help you.

You tried on different outfits that suddenly didn’t feel like you. And after a while, you thought you were done when he suddenly ordered you in a harsher tone of voice:

“Wear this Versace, now. I’ll take pictures of you.”

You were surprised because he had all along been polite and didn’t order as such… but you liked how his voice suddenly got thicker as he ordered you something.

The shoot was officially over, and after that and with timid steps, you were ready to get back into your clothes again, Hyunjin was tidying up his photography equipment a bit when he stopped you.

“Where are you going? Stay dressed like that” he ordered you again and then realized his tone, “You can keep the dress… it’s made to fit you. Okay, any questions now that we’re done?”

Too many, but you had no idea how to phrase them.

“It’s night now, would you like to go out to dinner somewhere taking advantage of that pretty dress you have on, sweetie?”

He was driving you crazy, ordering you around but then talking cute to you while looking this handsome and asking you out. You didn’t turn him down.

On the way to the restaurant in Hyunjin’s car there was a tense atmosphere somehow, but he softened it with small talk, he really liked to talk, he was tender.

You arrived at a fancy place, you weren’t ready for all that but you let yourself go, just walking beside him felt good already.

A delicious dinner, a couple of drinks, and you and Hyunjin were getting to know each other more and more and becoming more comfortable with each other. Even comfortable enough to ask him:

“So… how do you do it?”

“Do what?” he replied with a smile.

You looked at him with your eyes narrowed.

“Your… photographs…”

“Well, with a camera” he joked, “What photographs?” Hyunjin noticed your slight uncertainty to answer in seconds and understood. “Ahh, those photographs. You’re dying to know, aren't you?” he said smugly.

“Of course not…” you jokingly replied.

It was all giggles, until he got serious, took from his glass with champagne and, with the glass near his lips said:

“Do you want to find out for yourself? I bet you want to try.”

A wicked smile formed on Hyunjin’s face each time you got closer to your destination. He had fantasized about it but he didn’t want to seem like a pervert or rush things with you… but you agreed, you did it and now you couldn’t believe it.

You were more and more surprised because it had been 20 minutes since you had left the city and just driving out of town. Twenty more minutes and Hyunjin finally stopped the car in the middle of nowhere, in front of a traditional Korean house.

A part of you trembled that you felt it in the foreground, that it was you who now let out tears of pleasure as you had fantasized as a handsome, older man like Hyunjin. But another part of you hoped it was only information told.

Hyunjin opened the car door for you and you looked at the place… truly a house in the middle of nowhere among the trees. You felt a chill and the cold of the night on your skin, thinking then that’s where it all happens, where other women have been before you.

“This hanok belonged to my grandfather and he passed it down to me. I’ve kept it ever since. I learned a lot from him, I owe my love of the art to him.”

Hyunjin spoke sincerely. You admired the nice garden.

“It’s nice and peaceful.”

You were trembling with nerves.

Finally, you entered the main room. Everything was still so traditional, with wood everywhere, but you noticed the little modern details Hyunjin added. Every one of his places was just like another art exhibition, decorated with paintings.

“I use it to relax, I get distracted here for a really good time and it's ideal for inviting my friends over… and well, this is where I usually practice bondage.”

You nodded, avoiding looking him in the eye. You wanted to leave. Since you knew the place you could leave; you were biting your lip in constant regret that you were actually going to be tied up. But you wanted to leave because you were embarrassed, not because you didn’t want it—the unique sex experience.

“Come here. You wanted to see it for yourself.”

A couple more rooms with sliding doors. You arrived, but Hyunjin paused with his hand on the door.

“So that you know absolutely everything…” he spoke, looking you in the eyes again.

You nodded, you were anxious and slightly excited but you were beginning to accept your fate —which you weren’t complaining much about—. Hyunjin continued:

“Usually this is where I take the pictures, I like to play with the scenery and re-decorate it, that’s why you see different scenery” he pointed in front of a spot in the room with more photography equipment. “Before entering the model is given a consent form that they decide whether to sign or not, it talks about agreeing to pose nude, to have risqué photos taken even on her genitals, and to abide by my orders as well as choosing a safe word in any case she feels uncomfortable or doesn’t have as much tolerance for pain. I like to play with them, dress them, tie them up, and let the art perform itself.”

Your breath shortened. It was so twisted but coming from his lips, voice, and serious tone… why it was so hot and mesmerizing.

It was a small disappointment that before you there were multiple women and you could almost imagine their naive and excited faces before walking through that door. The contract thing? Slick and dirty.

“Can I see it?” you said suddenly.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion looking so attractive, there was something about his bearing that looked commanding all of a sudden, as if his eyes became sharper and his body more desirable. You were impatient, at least you wanted to kiss him, you didn’t understand why so much desperation.

“The contract” you sentenced.

Hyunjin chuckled and walked over to a desk, pulling out two sheets of paper from some folders and handed them to you.

You bit your lip as you held them… thinking that maybe you were getting excited in vain, that after all, he wasn’t inviting you to be one of his models and that he hadn't even given you the contract nor did he look like he intended to give it to you, just because you asked.

The contract was specific and explicit and talked about you agreeing to be Hyunjin’s submissive for as long as he chooses by being inside that property. In the end, it said something that made too much sense, that after the shoot and when all is concluded, the model should only approach and address him professionally and under no circumstances divulge what she experienced and did. The model has the right to attend the event where her photographs will be exhibited and is obliged to use an artistic name or pseudonym. And it ended with an impressive amount of money with which she would be paid.

You sighed softly as you finished reading. It sounded private and serious from what you said:

“I won’t write about this.”

“Wise decision. But because I like you so much I can give you the exclusive and you decide already whether to write or not, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even have time to think when Hyunjin took the papers from your hand and slid the door open, revealing a long rectangular room decorated in classic wood and well-lit, with a sweet and mesmerizing scent, everything was spotless… but in the room, there was evidently sex practice furniture.

“Obviously everything is clean, it’s rigorously cleaned every time the mess is finished, and you’re lucky that the chairs and stuff are new.”

Lucky. You were at a loss for words. It was real. It was what he liked to do. You didn’t judge him, it was so normal, just another way he lived his sex life. But it was unknown to you, at least living it or actually seeing it and the unknown gives you that certain uneasy feeling.

Hyunjin took a step forward staring at you still holding the papers in his hand.

“Do you want to give it a try? Do you want to sign the contract?” he brought his face close to yours with a smug smile. “It can be for artistic purposes, just so you understand the art you’re so curious about” he crooned, playfully.

You shuddered and maintaining eye contact you nodded shyly. You knew exactly what you were agreeing to, there was no need to play dumb, you wanted it, you wanted it ever since you saw him when you entered his loft.

“You can sign later. I’ll get you dressed” Hyunjin spoke, in a more cheerful and excited tone.

He was just as, if not slightly more impatient than you. He hadn’t felt this aroused in a while, most of the time he did get aroused but it was more like pleasure play, he found satisfaction and didn’t get too involved, he was more dominant and knew how to control it… he was’'t sure if he could pull that off with you just now.

You went back to giving a visual tour of the place as Hyunjin walked to another door that appeared to be a closet. You sighed as soon as you saw that it was a closet, with lingerie, sex toys and his ropes.

Hyunjin approached you, holding a silky white babydoll and thigh high sheer stockings also white. He held your face for the first time, making your heart almost stop as you saw him so close and felt his warm hands and cold rings on your cheeks.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m going to dress you in white because…. you have that energy in you so pure and wise, you’re as beautiful as a woman waiting dressed in white at the altar, anyone who marries you will be a lucky fucking son of a bitch. So just for tonight be everything to me, my object of pleasure, my lover, my wife.”

Hyunjin caressed your cheek and you felt your knees go weak at hearing him and seeing the gleam in his dark eyes, you didn’t even have that silly thought that he might have told someone else, you didn’t care, at least you were the one hearing it and living it right at this moment, with him.

“Undress, love, now” he ordered you softly, sliding the zipper of your dress and he took two steps back and moved a little away from you.

His piercing gaze watched you standing there and a subtle wicked smile twitched the corners of his lips. You did as he ordered and as soon as your dress fell to the floor the sensitive spot on your pussy throbbed in excitement, there was something in the atmosphere and in the room beyond your arousal and his incredible sexual energy, something about the place made you feel haunted, as if the silence of the night had a supernatural erotic power on you, you were as uneasy as you had ever been.

Hyunjin licked his lips, watching you take off your last little garments, your underwear. You were so wet, that you felt your wetness slide into your folds as you took off your panties. This time, his cock was unbelievably hard at the sight of your naked body. Hyunjin’s world stopped for a second as his cock throbbed in complete pleasure, and he paused to watch you carefully without missing any detail about you, from your shy and slightly nervous expression to the shape of your neck and how it connected to the delicacy of your shoulders and collarbones, showing your chest and breasts… the shape of them, your nipples, your delicate limbs, your abdomen and the sweet juicy skin of your pubis… every detail, down to the moles on your body. He was satisfied.

“You are beautiful,” he told you, moving closer to you.

Up close he became more absorbed and managed to perceive the scent of your perfume, delighting himself in it. He bit his lower lip and couldn’t resist how soft your exposed breasts looked, so he brought both his hands to your tits, making you shudder slightly, massaging them gently, with the babydoll on his broad shoulder. You too bit your lip in pleasure to stop a sigh. You saw his big hands grab your breasts, move them and play with your nipple and in the process you noticed the huge erection in his pants and then you saw his face, thinking he was even bigger with a hard cock, you wanted Hyunjin now, you needed him, you needed to feel him inside you, in your hands, in your mouth… He was so close to you… you could appreciate his so manly features perfectly marked, like his nose and sharp jaw and his lips, you wanted to kiss him and have him take you at once, you felt he could fuck you right there, you were already so ready for his cock to slide into you without even truly touching him.

He repeated your act, he saw your breasts and enjoyed the feel of your tits adjusting to his hands and then he watched your sweet face holding back and he smiled.

“You like that, bunny, huh? Answer everything I tell you.”

“Yes” you sighed.

His giggle again appeared and what started out sweet became more and more intense, squeezing your breasts with intensity and treating them rougher, ending with a rough play towards your nipples that made you sigh.

“Arms up, my baby doll, I’m going to dress you.”

He took his hands off your breasts leaving you with a void as it felt too good, he was stimulating you and turning you on more. Hyunjin put the silky robe on you and took the opportunity to caress and squeeze your ass, taking you to heaven. He got down on his knees and put on your stockings, caressing and squeezing your thighs, until he couldn’t resist, he lifted the robe covering your pussy and his face was in front of your mons pubis, Hyunjin finely ran his fingers on your slick once, and then did it deeply again, earning an unexpected shudder and soft moan from you.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet, baby.”

He smirked and went to the closet again, finally pulling out the ropes. You didn’t move an inch.

Hyunjin began untying and preparing them, standing in front of you at a distance and looking so fucking sexy as his hands and arms wrapped around the rope.

“Do you know why I chose this place? A house in the middle of nowhere?” he commented, a flirtatious tone in his voice preparing the long rope.

He looked at you and you shook your head, he smiled running his tongue along his cavity, satisfying him as you were suddenly at a loss for words as you had gone from being bubbly and chatty with him to showing yourself just the way he liked it: submissive. A submissive with the big eyes of a frightened bunny, of a prey about to be devoured, of a helpless woman about to be fucked hard.

“Because I took so much admiration for this practice in Japan and my first bondage I did when I was young in a traditional Japanese house, the place inspired me too much and I remembered I had this house a bit abandoned… but the best part of it all is that you are free to make all the noise. You can cry all you want, no soul but me is going to hear you scream.”

Your skin stood on end, the last sentence had been dangerous in every way, hot, commanding and when you least knew it, he was already close to you rolling up his sleeves and ready to start the real attraction.

“Turn around and put your arms behind your back.” he ordered, in a rougher way and intimidating you with his gaze.

You obeyed him and stood staring up at the traditional walls of the room and felt the sensation of the soft rope passing through your arms and Hyunjin placing it in front of your body, encircling your breasts and abdomen, and going up your shoulders. You were so excited that if you opened your mouth you feared a moan would come out of it.

“So… what’s going to be your safe word?” he questioned in a rough, seductive voice and you felt your first squeeze in your arms through the ropes. “Or will you make a bad girl and not need it? That never happens…”

You hadn’t thought about it… was it so painful as to require a word? You thought you were holding on. You will.

“There will be no safe word” you mentioned in a shaky voice.

The next squeeze and the first strong tie in your arms.

“You are a little sick. I adore it. You want to be all spunky girl” he kept on tying, each time squeezing tighter and drawing your arms tighter together, “Let’s see how that works out for you, honey.”

And suddenly, it wasn’t the intensity of the bondage that surprised you, but the way he began to tease you, feeling his warm breath behind you, his heavy breathing, and his erection rubbing against your body.

“Tell me, my dear, have you tried submission and bondage before…?”

“No.”

He tied hard. Squeezing around your breasts, marking them on the babydoll.

“It will be an honor to be the first. But I won’t be gentle, I never am. Do you like rough sex?”

“I-I don’t know.”

You weren’t even beginning to think straight, your pussy was throbbing painfully down there, you were afraid you were going to start dripping from how turned on you were and he was just tying you up and rubbing his erection against you. All you could think about was how good his long fingers must look holding the rope and skillfully tying you up, you wished you had eyes on your back right about now.

“You don’t know?” he tied tight close to your hands, finishing. “You’ve never been fucked hard? Or don’t tell me you’re a virgin?”

You swallowed nervously, gulping saliva that burned in your throat from how enormously aroused you were, your heartbeat thundering in your ears.

“I’m not…”

“Oh yeah? Who was the lucky guy who entered paradise between your legs for the first time?”

Hyunjin stepped back, appreciating the beauty of the bonds in your arms, leaving you immobilized and staggering. He walked to the front of you with a predatory gaze, admiring his creation now on the front of your body, your breasts well marked on the fabric and your abdomen bound in a figure.

“Remember to answer everything, I thought you would be a good girl.”

You looked into his eyes, your big, merciful eyes, full of pure sexual ecstasy.

“My first boyfriend, when I was 19.”

“How is he now?” Hunjin ran his hands through your hair, pushing it a little away from your face, “Knowing he won something wonderful in life, your purity.”

You felt slightly humiliated, you were facing him, in a slightly curved position because of the tight bonds that bothered your arms, which bothered your circulation a little.

“He’s fine, I think. He studied law.”

“Too bad for him, he lost you, but now you’re mine.”

Hyunjin walked out of the room to return with his camera in hands.

“There go the first pictures, hun..”

Flash behind your back, this time Hyunjin didn’t bother to change the setting of the place, he had never shown the place as such, he always decorated it in a way that suited the concept of his exhibition, but you had been so spontaneous, you weren’t even planned for weeks like all his models, the concept was the simple nature of desire, erotic and experimentation.

Then he took pictures of your body in front.

“Fuck they look so good, so homely and domestic. I love it” he mentioned looking at the pictures.

He put the camera away leaving it on the floor carpet and moved your body from your shoulders forcing you to take a few steps, all the way to the center under a bar with chuncky metal hooks hanging from its ceiling.

“You seemed to get so excited at the idea of being tied up. But let’s steady your position, sweetheart.”

Hyunjin hooked you from the rope that ran behind your shoulders and left you hanging, just touching your toes to the floor. You felt strange and excited, unable to move and hanging there like nothing.

He smiled again, satisfied and wicked and his erection throbbed in pleasure at the sight of your state, helpless and bound.

“You still want to know how I take my pictures” he whispered hotly in your ear.

He gently pulled away until you felt his hair brush against your cheek, being in that position and tied up was making you uncomfortable but there was something so hot about it.

“Yes, Hyunjin.”

At this point you couldn’t say no to him and you weren’t thinking clearly, other than the feeling of your limbs and body tied, dangling and your throbbing cunt.

“I know absolutely everything they say about me, but although it may surprise you I never fuck my models, I don’t even kiss them, but I do like to play with them, with their pleasure and temperament, I enjoy taking them to the extreme and having them explore the very capabilities of their body…”

Hyunjin spoke close to your face, like a villain telling his plan to the poor helpless and immobile victim.

“Oh, honey, but I asked you if you like rough sex because I plan to fuck you” he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

He turned away to go back to his kinky closet.

“Wooden paddle or leather?” he hummed for himself, “What will I beat your cute ass with?”

You began to move your hands in desperation looking for a release. It was starting to bother you but you didn’t want to complain, you wanted to truly feel that rare and erotic experience.

Hyunjin approached you, with a vibrator and his leather spanking paddle.

“You’re a good sweet girl, let me get you ready.”

He ran his hand in your folds and you moaned instantly, shuddering, he played with your clit and he bit his lip, getting lost in the soft, sticky, warm feeling of your pussy lips wrapping his fingers. It was feeling so good, you were so needy. Your nipples hardened and your body sought to move in pleasure.

“Go on, sweetheart, make all the noise you want, don’t be afraid to enjoy absolutely everything.”

You let out a choked moan, you pressed your hands against each other unable to move your limbs, it was feeling like heaven itself to be touched by him as you looked into his eyes, his sultry gaze and wicked smile.

“God, you are so wet, are you liking this, my bunny?”

You nodded, desperate.

“Yes!” you moaned in pleasure and surprise as you spoke just as he thrust two fingers into you.

His fingers were perfect in you, so long reaching a soft spot inside you as he stirred them deep in you, almost as if exploring then slowly penetrating you. Hyunjin felt his erection to the fullest, if it wasn’t for his very good control and management of his body, he would be whimpering with excitement, everything about you made him so fucking horny.

But then he left you an emptiness, as he removed his fingers from you. You opened your mouth, breathing was becoming a difficult task, Hyunjin took advantage of your expression and stuck his fingers that were in your pussy to mouth.

“Taste yourself. I bet you taste so good my little doll” he removed his hand from your mouth to hold the sex toy, “Alright, this goes inside you.”

You whimpered in pleasure moving your legs in desperation as you felt the vibrator slide deep inside you, you watched as Hyunjin pushed it into you settling it into a delicious and strategic spot. You again noticed his huge erection and had a great need to touch it… but you were right in that painful situation with your limbs without proper circulation. He placed the single sofa of the room right in front of you and sat comfortably as if having a girl tied up and hanging was the most normal thing on a Monday night for him. Hyunjin placed his calf on top of his thigh, watching you. He stirred in place as sitting made the fabric of his pants squeeze his erection tighter and he grunted softly.

In his right hand he held the small vibrator control and didn’t hesitate to use it, with a single click and a wicked grin on his part, the toy began to do its thing inside you making you moan breathlessly.

You bit your lip hard and swirled your pelvis in pleasure, cursing softly as your walls vibrated, you felt it tingle in you, your labia majora were already a mess. Hyunjin pressed his lips together, examining how you writhed in pleasure with the limited body parts you could move, your head, your neck and your lower limbs.

“Now… tell me that story you didn’t finish, how your love of art was born.”

“What?” you whimpered.

You didn’t think he was serious, he was overstimulating you.

“Do it. Now. I want to know,” he ordered roughly. “Tell me, now.”

You whimpered feeling every great change of vibration and movement in you. You didn’t think he meant it and could hold a conversation having you as a rag doll dangling in front of him.

“I tol-d you that my fa-father had a replica of a painting… by Norman Rockwell in his room… and…” it was hard to speak, between whines and sighs, combined with the guilty pleasure of the pain of not being able to move. “It was fun to look at it… I liked it.”

“Just that? I want more details. I feel you know everything about me; but what do I know about y/n?”

Hyunjin switched the stimulation mode to simulated thrusting motions. Your poor body writhed and contracted, you felt excitedly trapped with nothing you could do about it. You were agitated, excited, with your slightly watery eyes and your pussy getting wetter and wetter.

“Fuck” you whimpered and he smiled, “The painting was done by a friend of his…”

“What was his name?” Hyunjin loved playing with you, for an incredibly smart woman, the sexual pleasure was making you silly and he was barely into foreplay.

“Jack… Bahng… and my father noticed the admiration I suddenly had for paintings and took me to my first gallery when I was twelve in New York…”

Hyunjin thought the last name sounded familiar, but he played with you, interrupting you and increasing the intensity of the thrusts that tickled your cervix almost bringing you to orgasm. You squeezed your legs together, it was painful and pleasurable, you felt you couldn’t cum because the position was uncomfortable so you were building the intensity of your climax.

“Whose gallery was it?”

“John Currin, November 2015… mmm, fuck, Hyun-”

“Focus, honey, you’re telling me something? John Currin, doesn’t he also do nudes? I think you like a certain kind of art, you little slut.”

“Mmm…” you didn’t even know what you were talking about, you started to stammer breathlessly, “But… they’re exaggerated or funny paintings sometimes. I attended with my father, his friend and his son, his son is also an artist and he taught me how to paint and from there, from there it was…”

“Aw, you’re daddy’s little girl? Who is your daddy’s friend’s son? Was he the one you said between drinks was your first crush?”

So many questions that were suddenly so hard to answer; this time you didn’t, you were about to burst into your first orgasm, you could feel it, you bit your lip and rolled your eyes softly.

“Don’t you dare cum, I haven’t authorized you yet. Hold it” he spoke annoyed, “You have to answer what I ask you, don’t make me beat you and punish you with the fucking wooden paddle.”

“What?” you stammered, desperate, watching his expression, his smooth thick black eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“Who was the guy who taught you to paint?”

Shit. You wanted to cum already, you were at your peak that you accidentally cum whimpering his name, which Hyunjin disliked completely.

“Chris-Christopher Bahng, ahh.”

This time he was genuinely pissed off.

He turned off the vibrator while you thought you fell into a small release but you were still trapped with pain in your body.

Hyunjin walked towards you and grabbed you roughly by the face.

“I ordered you not to cum.”

That wasn’t what he was truly angry about, it was that you whimpered another man’s name while cumming and it was someone he knew well.

“Christopher Bahng?” he claimed to you in annoyance, releasing you from the hooks and holding you up to lay you down moderately roughly on the floor. “Isn’t he a professor at your university?”

You nodded, exhausted. Christopher had been your first innocent love but it was obvious he was someone older and you were a child, after fifteen you never saw him again and came back reconnecting with him as you remember him, looking the same and teaching art. In fact, he was one of the most important reasons why you attended those important art events, he would get you places, but you used to say it was college support, because in part, it was true. He was just so good to you.

“Use your words.”

You had fallen sideways, turning your back to him and you were giving up feeling your arms, you wanted to be untied already.

“Yes, he is, he’s my teacher now.”

“Unbelievable, you go from Rockwell to Nabokov. You like older men, don’t you?” he spat, taking his camera to photograph you from that angle, with your bare ass, your wet thighs, your numb white arms. “That’s why you’re here, seducing me. Do you know how old I am?”

His choice of words, his tone, he was playing with you. Hyunjin photographed you on the floor, one last time before inflicting physical pain, before leaving your ass red-purple and sore. It was so dirty and hot that you thought for a second that they could be interpreted as the pictures of a helpless victim.

“Yes, I know.”

“I’m older than you, I should have known better bringing in someone so young, sleeping with her seniors for fun. And how old is Chris now?”

“I don’t know… 33, 34.”

“And did you enjoy fucking your teacher, you fucking slut?” he whispered, putting his body over yours without crushing you, to then roughly pull the toy out of you causing you to moan, “Did he enjoy being reunited with his little girl?”

You turned your neck to look at Hyunjin, he was getting the wrong idea, he was breathing heavily against your skin.

“It’s not like that, nothing happened.”

“You know how much it infuriates me that you whimpered his name while you were cumming like a fucking whore, writhing for him, huh? You were thinking about him? When you’re supposed to be mine tonight.”

You were about to answer, but Hyunjin turned your body leaving you face down and began to spank your ass violently with his strong, heavy hand, making you scream and whimper.

“I’ll show you that you’re mine, fuck, I don’t just want you to be mine tonight, I want you to be mine forever” he babbled, giving you spank after spank.

Your body contracted at each stroke, your arms sought to move and you moved your legs but Hyujin held them tightly to stop you from resisting. Your cry and his hand hitting your skin were present in the room, you could even feel the firmness of his rings digging into your skin.

“Hy-Hyunjin!” you couldn’t with the pain that was uncontrollably arousing you, you felt sick, your buttocks were burning but your clit was throbbing again.

“You fucking like this, don’t you, little slut? You like being treated like what you are, huh?”

He stopped spanking you to play roughly with your pussy, penetrating your entrance and stroking your labia hard. You whined in pleasure, the pleasure seemed painfully eternal with Hyunjin. And minutes later, you cum on his fingers unable to resist. He couldn’t resist how swollen and juicy your cunt looked either, so in one swift movement, he settled his body to lick and revel in your juices. You were desperate, you wanted to move, you wanted to touch him, you wanted to see his handsome face as he ate your pussy but you were limited from so many things; still Hyunjin continued, running his hot thick tongue in your cunt.

“Mmmm, fuck baby, you’re—so fucking delicious, I can’t” he moaned, sucking on your labia and cumming slowly and painfully in his pants, unable to hold it in any longer.

He continued to make a series of movements in a rhythm that blurred your vision and brought you to orgasm after orgasm. You were exhausted, sore and hoarse. You had been used.

Hyunjin was hard again, ready to do one last thing before he untied you completely. You felt his mouth pull away from you and heard the sound of a belt buckle and zipper being pulled down. You knew it, you were just slightly recovering when you felt his hot wet tip rub against your puffy pussy lips. He settled your body so that you were supported on your knees; he kept teasing you with his hard member in you, which made him moan until he finally pushed his entire length into you.

New tears began to flow from you. Hyunjin was huge. He was tearing you apart, but his warm cock inside you filling absolutely everything made you feel so whole.

He held on to the ropes, as if he was riding, he began to fuck you and ram you hard, bumping skin against skin.

“Hyunji-n, Hyunjin” you whined his name.

The gasps from both of you filled the room; his cock pounded every part of your insides. His movements were fast, beastly and violent but they left you so satisfied that you came twice in the process and he still continued in you until in sensual moans, he finally filled you with his cum.

Hyunjin pulled out of you to appreciate your used entrance and, out of breath, began to quickly untie you. It was unbelievable, you had not used any safety words or begged for him to stop.

He knew he was rough and that had to untie you soon, otherwise, the ropes would leave more serious marks, of which serious marks, only your ass suffered, red and swollen with signs of bruising. And you had resisted every damn spanking of which he lost count and only hit you for his slight sadistic pleasure of feeling your soft skin being abused.

Finally, your arms could breathe, but you felt a tingling in them. You were just adjusting again when Hyunjin turned your body to see your flushed face covered in tears and light sweat on your forehead.

You groaned in pain as your bottom brushed the carpet. Hyunjin unfastened your rope and robe, leaving you naked and wearing only your stockings.

He began gently caressing your breasts and waist.

“A photograph is not enough to capture you, my dear. I need to immortalize you with my oil painting. I need to paint you. I think I’m in love.”

You watched his face, with your breathing and heartbeat agitated and altered and you also noticed his visible cock, veiny, wet, shiny, erect and big.

You blinked, feeling your eyelashes still wet. Wanting to believe he was serious. Wishing it. That he could be in love with you.

He leaned toward you, brushing his nose against yours and for the thousandth time in the night, he broke every one of his rules with a model:

“Kiss me.”

You joined your lips, his kiss soothed every physical ache in you and the sensation was just as you imagined, dreamy, velvet lips deft in their movement.

The kisses escalated to be more and more sizzling, his hands kept massaging your breasts and his lips started to slide down your neck, you were obsessed with Hyunjin’s lips, your weak arms found a way to caress his hair.

He slowly separated from you. Looking at you with his typical mischievous and tenderly wicked smile.

It was a night to remember, a night you body will remember, but you got the feeling that is was just the beginning.

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Lana Del Rey's songs are perfect for the Onceler: an essay

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I've known about Illumination's adaptation of The Lorax since I was a little girl, but I only joined the Onceler fandom in 2024. Since joining I've seen many versions and adaptations of the Onceler story, many fan works and askblogs, but something I'd like to emphasize here are the playlists. Not that they're not good, they're great, but I miss a big element in them, something that has a lot of potential for the Onceler fandom, which are Lana Del Rey's songs.

Non-recurring fan: "But Mari, what are you talking about? Lana Del Rey's songs have nothing to do with Onceler." And that's where you're wrong! I've been listening to Lana's songs for a long time now (years), and I can assure you that it has more to do with the Onceler story than you might think. I want to have a chance to explain why, and I know that people's attention spans are short, so I'll give a brief summary that might catch your attention and convince you to read the rest of the post: Lana's nostalgic songs about the American dream, glamour, money, living in ignorance of consumerism, and relationships with powerful and perhaps emotionally abusive men who caused their own downfall - She has a section of songs dedicated to this, and several versions of a single song that tell a story extremely similar to the Onceler's, which is the "National Anthem" collection of songs.

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Who is Lana Del Rey and why do her songs match the Onceler?

First of all, I'm writing this post assuming that you know the Onceler very well, but are not very familiar with Lana's music. You've probably heard some of her songs online, but something that's important to mention and that's more familiar to those within her fanbase is her massive collection of unreleased music.

I'm good with words, a bit bad at explaining concepts, but I'll try to briefly talk about the general topics of Lana's songs to you. To start, Lana's songs are always storytelling songs, she's always telling a story instead of just explaining a concept in her lyrics (and I find it funny that this is a slight similarity to the Onceler, because he is a storyteller himself, but it's just a funny fact). Her stories are varied, and they repeat many elements, such as the lives of people from different decades of the 1900s (by the way there's the movie "The Great Gatsby" that happens in the 20s, which she was invited to write the main song for and the story itself is very Lana-coded (and Onceler-coded too)), the American dream, elements of the 60s, old Hollywood, nostalgia, political issues in the US especially those present in the 1900s, etc, etc, etc. She writes a lot of songs about bad men too, but also about American girls from different social classes, sometimes describing luxurious lives with rich men, sometimes describing lives as a call girl living in a trailer park and working at a gas station.

Her stories are varied, and usually (important information) about women in the background, living in someone's shadow, like the various versions of National Anthem, very similar to the story of Priscilla Presley, Elvis' wife, who has also influenced Lana in her career in looks and music. She also sings about depression, and she is well known for having "depressing" songs, however most of her unreleased songs have an upbeat tone, which doesn't make much sense.

All of this that I'm telling you is about the concept of Lana's songs, but if you're reading and already looking for similarities between her songs and Onceler, you'll have noticed that there are already some similarities just in the general theme of her songs. The search for the American dream, the references to the 1900s, consumerism, money, old Hollywood aspects, political issues and nostalgia, are all elements that we find in Onceler and also in the various works about him that are in the fandom. Lana also makes many references to famous names from the 1900s, social movements and fashion of the time, for example, she always mentions the Beatles, Elvis, and even former president John Kennedy in some references.

And if you've been around here for a while, you probably know that 2012 Onceler was heavily inspired by many of these names and elements from that era, as described in this post that you should really check out to understand the extent of what I'm saying. (The working link to the file can be found in the last reblog, ok?)

Lana is constantly singing about men like this. Usually bad men, but sometimes she sings about genuine romance, and generally romantic situations seen through fem gaze, often admiring the boys she sings about. Mentions of Jim Morrison (gods and monsters), Beatles (let the light in), James Dean (blue jeans), Elvis (body electric), John Kennedy (national anthem and jfk) and more. She made a song called "Axl Rose husband" once. She makes constant mentions of being by the side of powerful men (rich characters, rockstar characters, star characters, characters who are just starting their career and are not famous yet, etc) or just admiring these male characters as if they were her favorite people, each song is a different scenario... It's not like she only talks about that, it's because her romantic songs are relevant to the post. Of course she also sings about different scenarios without boys involved, but I'm focusing on the songs about them right now.

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"National Anthem" collection of songs and how it's story matches the Onceler so well

I hope that by this point in the post you are more invested in what I am saying, because from here on out you are in for a rollercoaster of information. This is the most fun part for me (it is now 3:26 in the morning)

Released National Anthem - Born To Die album

I don't even know how to start this because I'm so excited, but let's start by taking it one step at a time. When Lana turned famous, on her debut album "Born To Die" she included a song called "National Anthem". Lana doesn't make the meanings of her songs very explicit, and the stories she tells usually have missing pieces that we have to piece together based on the references and elements she adds to the songs, and this case was no different. The song National Anthem is told from the point of view of a female character who is married to a very rich and politically/economically important man. They live a life of luxury, and she describes him in a way that implies the fact that he is very important to the country, using terms like "king of Chevron" (Chevron is the name of a company that extracts raw materials (aka oil)). The instrumental is also fundamental to the song, as we can hear the sound of fireworks in the background, and the opening of the song is inspired by a very well-known song in the USA called Bittersweet Symphony.

The most striking line in this song, and the line that fits the Onceler very well, is the catchphrase that she uses several times: "Money is the anthem of success", making variations throughout the song, such as "Money is the reason we exist, everybody knows it, it's a fact (kiss, kiss)" or "Money is the anthem of success so put on mascara and your party dress". Of course, this line is said with irony by the singer, and she actually wants to describe the lifestyle and behavior of the characters in the story she is telling.

After 1/3 of the entire song talking about romance, and money, and the man she loves and their lifestyle together, the bridge is where everything falls apart. In her own voice and in the sonority of the song, as well as in the lyrics, we can hear how the singer/character she portrays shows herself to be overwhelmed and worried about the lifestyle she lives, showing that all that glamour is not as wonderful as she made it out to be in the song. Of course, consumerism and alienation are clearly easy to notice up to this point in the song, but we didn't know that this female character was aware of it and worried about this aspect of her life. She and the male character live a dream, and she is madly in love with him as we can see, but it doesn't make her concern any less evident:

I would advise listening to this part of the song, because just reading the lyrics isn't enough to understand her tone of voice and how worried she sounds, and how the song changes to a hopeful tone when she mentions the fact that he'll hold her, he'll be there, pulling her back together. But the lyrics don't sound like a genuine relationship, they don't sound like a mutual romance, but more like an emotional attachment, especially in this part. When the female character is overwhelmed, worried about the life they're leading, the male character makes her stop thinking about it and makes her feel good again, and she shows total dependence on him to help her when she's down (and that's not healthy). Soon after, the song goes back to the previous rhythm, when she was talking about glamour and romance, and she says: "Money is the anthem of success, so put on mascara and your party dress", implying that it's HIM who says this line, and she's repeating HIS line throughout the whole song. To lean on something, on him? Maybe, who knows.

National Anthem tells the story of a wife of an important man, who is in love with him and the life they lead, but when she realizes that what is happening around them is not healthy, and he manipulates her back into believing that it is okay to continue like this, and she believes it, because she is emotionally dependent on him. The title and the line "Tell me I'm your national anthem" imply that the country's national anthem is as important to him as she is. Mentions of consumerism, blurring the lines between real and fake (Thneedville), big dreams ("It's gonna be huge!" as the Onceler says), it all reminds me of Onceler's story. But you think it ends there? No no no.

National Anthem - "I Still Love Him" monologue

Remember when I said that Lana tells us several pieces of story and expects us to put them together? National Anthem had more pieces of story that were cut, and this monologue was one of them. (Just because it was cut doesn't make it "non-canon", there isn't much of that here in the Lana fandom, we work with crumbs). This monologue tells about many, many things pending in the story. You see, this monologue is done by the female character, and she is telling in a nostalgic tone (similar to the old Onceler telling about his past in the cabin lol I'll stop) about that man she loved, and the life they led, but mainly about him.

She talks about how he was unique, and had a way of being that captivated everyone around him, but he was torn between being a good person and missing out on the opportunities that an incredible man like him could have (literally, that was said in her words). It's not clear what those opportunities are, but it is said that the female character tried to convince him to stop, to go back to how they were before; She says that as the years went by things got harder and they faced more challenges, although these things and challenges are not specified. And when she says that he was torn between being a good person and missing out on opportunities, we hear a gunshot, implying that his downfall was death. Something that wasn't made clear in the song. And at the end she says "But I... understood him. And I loved him, I loved him, I loved him... I still love him.", showing that she never forgot him and the time they had together.

But something interesting to say is that the National Anthem video is a huge reference to the life of John Kennedy, former president of the USA, and his wife Jacqueline Kennedy. This monologue makes it clear that the male character suffered the same fate as the president, who (tw: graphic) was shot dead next to his wife in a car in broad daylight, and that it had a strong impact on US politics at the time. I'm not North-American so I won't go on too much, but it's clear that Lana is telling a story inspired by theirs. There's no guarantee that it's not a story specifically about them, but I prefer to consider it Lana's fanfiction since it's a more romanticized version and told through her nostalgic lens, it doesn't portray the life of this real-life couple.

There are some edits and music videos of this monologue on YouTube, using scenes from movies that told abour John Kennedy and his wife or real life videos of the couple. I was kinda torn between adding one of them here or adding the lyric video, but I ended up keeping the lyric video because of the lyrics, of course, and because some of the MV's show JK's death, and some have strong images. From the real recording of the event or just a film that replicates what happened.

Lana making us chase after crumbs from this story like the Onceler makes Ted come back every day to tell the rest of his story? You should be ashamed, how embarassing Lana

"National Anthem Demo" and "I Want It All" version

In terms of storytelling, these songs don't add much, but for us Oncelings, they do. The original version of National Anthem wasn't actually that nostalgic, glamorous and melancholic version that we heard - It was a trash pop with guitar and a catchy rhythm, which doesn't make it any less fun to dance to, but it reminds me a lot of How Bad Can I Be. Making a little niche joke here, How Bad Can I Be would be National Anthem Demo and the released version of National Anthem + monologue would be Biggering, lmao. The lyrics don't change much, except for the fact that Lana sounds much more confident and fun in this one, almost completely ignorant of the problems mentioned in the released song, but which still has a worried and overwhelmed bridge, showing that her concern still exists. And in this version, some extra parts are added with a male voice saying yes to everything she asks for. "Do you think you'll buy me lots of diamonds?" "Yes, of course I will, my darling"

Honestly, this song has such a catchy rhythm and such a striking guitar riff, mixed with the "ignorant" lyrics, that it reminds me so, so much of How Bad Can I Be, it's crazy. I can't believe how aren't there thousands and thousands of Onceler edits with it, that song is his, it's such a missed opportunity.

But anyway, getting back to the subject, besides the demo version of the song, we have a version called "I Want It All". It's very good, but the chorus is completely replaced by the female character saying that she wants everything from him, she wants money and "things that love can't buy". I think Lana removed it because it gives the wrong idea of ​​the story she wanted to tell, although I personally also consider it an element of the story, it doesn't add anything new if you put it on the scale and add it to what we already have, she really lives alienated by her own wealth. It would be bad if Lana had cut the chorus and just put this one in its place, though. I'm glad she made the right decision.

JFK - Unreleased song

‼️This is the only video with this song on YouTube so I couldn't choose any other, be aware that there are strong/violent images in it‼️

Now this one isn't really part of the National Anthem song collection, but it's a song that's also part of the story because it's also about her character inspired by John Kennedy. In this song we can, once again, hear more deeply the extent of the love that the female character felt for him. I feel like this is an expansion of the monologue, because she's telling a listener about the character, and she always says "he was, I was, we were". The story is over, and she'll carry his memories forever. But there are some very interesting lyrics here for us Oncelings, just looking at them makes me want to squirm with joy.

It's like a love letter from that female character to him. She tells us about his scent, his voice, the person he was, their relationship.

She describes him as "King of the town, with a crown that would never fall", like, come on, don't you remember the Onceler painting that says "Too big to fail" and in the end he failed? Lana's character is also described with a crown that would never fall, but in the end it did fall, and we are told about it after it has already fallen. She also references rock n' roll, since it is not new for Lana to describe her male characters with rock elements and singers that she herself has had crushes on, and I must remind you of the countless rock references that the Onceler has in his design and personality, besides the fact that he is a guitarist, another thing that is mentioned a lot in Lana's songs.

In JFK, once again she describes how unique he was, that there was only one soul like his between one and a million, and there is a specific part that really gets me, which is when she says "You've got a soul like no one I know, you're so new at it; the way you see through that shit, breaks my heart and it drives me crazy". She's already described his unique and magnetic personality, but do you remember when she said that he's a good person but couldn't pass up opportunities, even though she's already advised him to stop? Here she says "You're so new at it, the way you see through that shit, breaks my heart and it drives me crazy", is he new to the business? Does she mean he's just a boy in the middle of all the currents that are dragging him along? What does she mean by "you see through that shit", she said he was torn in the monologue, he seems to be getting into trouble and seeing more than he should, is that what she's singing about? Is she referring to the character's optimism, even though the circumstances they live in are overwhelming? At least that's what I understood based on everything she said. Do you notice how there are no plot holes in each version? This is a complete story, guys.

And one more thing I would like to say, do you remember how this character was manipulative towards her? Maybe it was for her own good, who knows, but even so, there is a toxic relationship of attachment between them, and Lana always sings about unhealthy relationships. Maybe this character is perceiving him in a way that he is not. She says that he is unique, there is no one like him, and it breaks her heart to see him in this situation, but is he worth all this compassion or is she blinded by her emotions and his manipulation? He may be a bad man, or at least not as innocent as he seems, Lana gave hints of this in the bridges of the songs. She says that he is getting himself into trouble, and advises him not to do it, but he goes ahead and does it. It is just questionable, maybe it is innocence, but he may also be less oblivious than she thinks, after all he manipulates her a little, right? And since the character is inspired by John Kennedy, I have to reinforce that the relationship between him and Jacqueline was not one of the healthiest, this is also relevant.

But anyway, that's the story told by the various versions of National Anthem. It's the growth of an empire, which lasted for a certain period of time, with wealth and power, and love, which in some ways was almost like a fever dream for her character, but eventually ended when the "king of the town" fell and everyone mourned this loss. In the audio for the song JFK there are also audios of old speeches by John Kennedy himself, and the aesthetic reminds me a little bit of the fact that the Onceler appeared on TV, did commercials for his own company, probably gave public speeches and talked about Thneedville, promised great things, and unfortunately it ended up the way it did.

National Anthem, like Biggering and HBCIB, or even The Lorax 1972 and 2012, are different pieces of the same story, which we have to knead, mix, disassemble and reassemble to understand the order of the facts, with the difference that with Lana's songs we can do this with more freedom and consider speculations. But if you're sad because you think we've run out of song suggestions, I'm here to assure you that we haven't.

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List of other Lana's songs that matches the Onceler

Million Dollar Man

She's in love with a rich man and he's also doing bad stuff. Maybe it's also a piece of the story told in National Anthem, who knows, but I don't think of it that much. He convinces and manipulates people... of what? I'm not sure. You probably know this song by the "one for the money, two for the show" part. But yes, the lyrics really match the Onceler, I just decided to highlight it instead of quoting because it's easier for me that way to explain.

Hundred Dollar Bill

This song has two versions too, but the lyrics are the same and the story isn't as complicated to understand as National Anthem, don't worry about that. The version I want to recommend is the trash pop one, with the catchy guitar riff and the sounds of coins in the background. Basically Lana sings about being a call girl and hooking up with rich guys, repeating that nothing is more gourgeous than a hundred dollar bill. It reminds me of this scene, but if you want to insert an oc that's fine too lmao

You Can Be The Boss

She's talking about how she met a rich guy and had a fling with him. Honestly, the song delivers more than it promises, it's really good. I find it funny how she flirts in the lyrics, she always does that. "He had a cigarette with his number on it - He gave it over to me, "Do you want it?" - I knew it was wrong but I palmed it - I saved it, I waited, I called it - The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous - I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it - I tried to be strong but I lost it - You taste like the fourth of July - Malt liquor on your breath, my, my" and the mention of his white car is also alamsnbsnjskskdbdh

Playground

This is the time Lana tried to rap but scrapped the song. She talks a lot about competition, fame, fighting to get what you want, and has a cocky tone in her voice, kind of similar to HBCIB. "I just wanna party boy, I don't wanna fight - But everybody knows that that's the way it is - Only players can survive - They all know my name now, It's just another lonely day on the playground (Only players can survive)" reminds me of "THERE IS A PRINCIPLE OF NATURE ‼️‼️💋💋 THAT ALMOST EVERY CREATURE KNOWS💥💥"

Is it wrong?

She met her local rockstar and they're also having a fling. "Is it wrong? Is it wrong? I’m makin' out with you while You’re singin' your song, is it wrong? Is it wrong? You’re playing your guitar and It’s turnin' me on" "You got me in the back of Your car like a star, is it wrong?" Ummmm I won't explain myself further

Groupie Love

She's watching her rockstar/guitar player boyfriend perform and considers herself his groupie love. They're in a crowd full of people but she knows that he is thinking of her. This song has me giggling and kicking my feet, specially before the "every time you look up, I know what you're thinking of" and you can hear a guitar playing in the background. I like to see this as a way to show this character "playing" the song, adding elements from the story inside the instrumental. Very sexy 100% recommend ‼️‼️‼️ "it's so hard sometimes with the star, when you have to share him with everybody"

Big Spender

Well, this song is not Lana's but she did a cover of it for a snippet in a rapper's song. I personally don't really like the rapper in the song, I'd rather hear her voice, so I recommend listening to the original vintage version of the song of the same name, it's good and suits Onceler, you'll like it.

White Dress

This is a song about her career. On this album she reflects a lot on fame and the repercussions it can have on someone's life (and her own). In this song, she sings nostalgically about the time when she was 19 and just a waitress, wearing a white dress, not famous, listening to rock, not knowing what her future held. Then she says "Look at how a got this, just singing in the street", contemplating the place she has reached. But she also remembers when she was just a young girl at the "Man In Music Business Conference", and remembers how ridiculous the whole situation was. "I felt free 'cause I was only 19. Such a scene..."/"I only mention it 'cause it was such a scene. And I felt seen..." There's a bit more to talk about this song's meaning, but I won't go into too much detail about that.

"I was a waitress wearing a tight dress

Like, look who would do this, look who would got this

It made me feel, made me feel like a god

It kinda makes me feel, like maybe I was better off..."

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Playlist, my story and final considerations

I made a Lana Onceler playlist for those who like both of them and want to check it out, but specially because of the story I'm working on about an oc of mine called... Lana, and Onceler, of course. She is heavily inspired by Lana Del Rey too, but that's not all, It has a cool plot and good aesthetic too, if you want to take a look at the post I made about it, I'll leave the link here: Lana (oc) x Onceler thing I'm working on, I'm still deciding which name to choose. The playlist is about them but you can just listen as an usual Onceler playlist (Except it's a bit immersive and has old songs that fit with that headcanon of the Onceler being from the 40s-60s, it's a good setting, okay? Vintage music isn't too far off from the Lana Del Rey theme honestly, especially if you daydream like me and act out your own fanfics in your head, it's fun. Imagine Onceler in a business party, or an interview, I don't know. I have a whole story in my head but in your case you can hear it differently.)

This is the link to the playlist in case you wanna hear it.

I made this post because, honestly? The Onceler is perfect for Lana's songs, and everyone here is missing out on that. I think it would be really cool to see edits of him with these songs out there, or drawings, or fanfics and other fanworks, and I decided to come and talk about a subject that's been on my mind for about 2 months. People here would love to know about that, just as much as I do. Lana's fans are also famous for their moodboards so perhaps more Onceler moodboards too? I don't know. But that's basically it, thanks for reading this huge post that I wrote.

Every Lana song can be a Onceler song if you squint enough lmao. There are other songs that reminds me of him but I didn't added because I felt like they were really out of place here. Like the song "Dark But Just A Game" that talks about fame and previous stars, and she said she wouldn't let herself be dragged down the current as they did and had terrible fates. I guess the title speaks for itself.

It's now 06:06 AM, that's what hyperfocus does to people (only finished the graphics and added the links and pics 2 days later)

[black-diamond1329]

⭐ Name: Sandra, but you can tell me Sandy 😉.

⭐Age: I feel like I'm 15 years old, I stopped counting at 19 and my friends say that I act like I'm 5 years old XD hahaha ... Nah! I just turned 23 years old this August n_n.

💔 Occupation: Being a universitary girl XD ... Yes! It's so fun! (sarcasm).

🩷 Some things that I love it: Read (I read all kinds of books and about my favorite ships on Ao3! 🤭), cook desserts, listen to music while I do other activities like my homework or when I read, Greek mythology (The love between us will never die! 💗).

⭐Saint Seiya (or Knights of the Zodiac). I found this beautiful serie when I was 7 years old. My favorite is the original serie, although I also like the Lost Canvas a lot and Episode G (because Aioria is the protagonist). Soul of Gold gives me mixed feelings. From Omega and Next Dimension, better don't ask me; my mind lives in denial. My favorite characters are the Golden Saints, especially Aioros and Aioria, being Aioria my super favorite.

Thanks to Saint Seiya I developed a great love for the stars 💫 and I have many scientific books on the subject, as well as books of myths and legends about the constellations ✨.

💥 I'm a Marvel Girl. I love those tormented superheroes and antiheroes. I basically grew up watching Marvel since Iron Man came out in 2008 and I immersed myself fully in the world of the comics, I have a lot of comics and books on my bookshelf 🤭. My favorites are: Iron Man ♥️, Captain America, Spider-Man, Loki, the X-Men, Black Widow and Scarlet Witch, in all their presentations and with all their charms and defects!.

🍿Series: Friends, Full House, The big bang theory, How I met your mother and How I met your father, Modern Family, Mom, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel... I love it K-Dramas like Goblin: The lonely and great God, Crash landing on you, Tale of the Nine Tailed 😋, I have also watched many animes like Sailor Moon, Ouran High School Host Club, Toradora, Code Geass, Inuyasha, Kaleido Star, Shaman King, Attack on Titan... it's a long list and I don't remember everything at this moment 🤔. Miraculous Ladybug (I know it's for kids, but ... there is Chat Noir 🖤).

🐉In my House of the Dragon era 🖤: Like many people, I was also terribly disappointed with the horrible ending of Game of Thrones, but I really loved Fire and Blood when I read it in 2020... so I decided to give the serie a chance when I saw the first trailer... and I don't regret it! 🥳. I liked Daemon and Rhaenyra so much in the book and absolutely loved them in the TV Show! (Matt and Emma are incredible! ❣️). Another character that I loved in the book and the one I always wanted to know more about was Jacaerys Velaryon and I must say that I am very pleased with the choice of Harry Collett 😍 (oh yeah baby! 🔥).

I really hope that the directors and writers do justice to this wonderful crown prince! 🥰, because for me he is already one of my favorite characters of all time! ❣️.

🎥 Favorite Movies: Troy 2004 (did I mention I'm a Greek mythology lover?), the Star Wars saga 💫 (1-6 only), The Great Gatsby, A Walk to Remember, Harry Potter 🪄 (books and movies), The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Hobbit trilogy, The Hunger Games saga ❣️(books and movies), The Twilight saga 😊 (books and movies).

I love Studio Ghibli movies with all my heart 💗 since my dad bought me the movie of Kiki Delivery Service when I was a 6-year-old little girl.

I love everything Disney and Pixar does 💗😘. (think of the happiest things, It's the same as having wings! 🎶)

🎧 Music: I have a very varied taste in music, some would say strange 😅, but if I like the rhythm and lyrics of the song I will surely add it to my playlist (mainly I like rock), AC / DC, Queen, Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, Linkin Park, Evanescence, Within Temptation, Imagine Dragons, Beyoncé, Ed Sheeran, Lana del Rey, Taylor Swift and Katy Perry. I enjoy classical music too 🩷.

⭐ Something more about me: I am an inveterate dreamer and extremely perfectionist. I express myself better by writing than talking 😚.

I haven't drawn anything in almost 5 years and when I did I used to draw with traditional media (watercolor, charcoal, colored pencils, gouche and acrylic paints 🖌️).

But since October (from last year), when I saw Harry Collett as Prince Jacaerys, I felt a desire to draw that I hadn't felt in a long time ❣️.

This is my first time trying to draw in digital media, I hope you like what you see! 😘 (YouTube tutorials don't fail me now! 😭). I spent the whole summer practicing🥺.

P.S: Sorry if exist some error, the english is not my firts lenguage.

[goddessofmischief]

If you are still doing that ask game where people send you Lana del Rey or Taylor swift songs and tell them I'd they are mihawk shanks or buggy coded then I have a song for you!

Young and Beautiful by Lana del Rey from the Great Gatsby

was gonna say shanks, and it definitely has a bit of a shanks vibe lyrically, but the music is just too mihawk to ignore. the lyrics are very mihawk too. so, mihawk coded!

(and yes, this ask game is permanent!)