#the lyrics are from cover this song by will wood

[dreamsy990]

you never broke my heart, no, you fixed it and now it works

version with no lyrics

[kuwdora]

A Vidding Primer

A guide written for @wren-of-the-woods who asked for advice about how to start vidding! This is far from comprehensive and I tried not to make it too dense because it's a big subject. I still wanted to share a variety of topics about getting into vidding because it's a hobby and art that is near and dear to my heart.

First Piece of Advice

watch a lot of vids and rewatch vids multiple times. Seek out vids on YouTube, AO3, Watch the TikTok and Twitter/X vids that show up on tumblr or wherever you’re browsing. They all have distinct styles and tools/techniques they use to make their vids and edits. Rewatch the vids and ask yourself what you like or dislike about them. The song, the editing, the source. That can give you a good starting point about how you might want to approach making your own fanvids. The TikTok style of 30 and 40 second edits are very different what you find on YouTube. YouTube editors tend to use a full song and a lot more effects and a lot more overlapping dialogue. Whereas the fanvids - Vids - from people who came into vidding in the mid 2000s/2010s have their own culture, different ways they approach song choice, clip choices and narrative. I also suggest watching vids for shows/films you’re not familiar with as well as your fandom favorites. You can learn a lot about how vidders try to tell a story even when you might not grasp the context behind certain scenes but you can still follow along with the emotional arc of the vid.

Second Piece of Advice

Have fun and enjoy yourself. Everyone starts a new hobby as a newbie. It can be a lot of effort to make 30 seconds or a 3 minute vid, but it’s such a unique type of fanwork that is fun to watch and fun to make. It can also be migraine inducing because of all the learning and technical issues along the way. But!! omg when you make a clip fall on the perfect beat with your blorbo crying that perfect tear or you find an idea and sources for the bestest perfect lyrics of the song, it’s a magnificent high. It can make you feel like a god. At least that’s how I feel a lot of times!

There are about 10 steps* to creating** a fanvid/edit:

• select your platform and software (phone/computer video editors) • gather your video and audio files • create a new project in your video editor • import audio into the editor • import the video into the software and mute audio tracks that contain your video’s audio • review, label and cut up the video into shorter clips - this step is known as ��clipping’ in vidding parlance, but it’s also optional. Some people pull in movies and scrub through the whole film and just pull it directly onto the timeline • move the various video clips around on the timeline to match the audio track you’ve chosen for your project, add video effects and additional dialogue if you like • export the finished timeline • upload the video to a streaming platform and/or downloadable service • share your project!!! posting to ao3 and/or social media or share on discord, etc * there are a lot more steps involved with each of these steps. What what software to use, where to find video, how to deal with copyright blocks on Youtube, etc. Some of that will be covered in the links below but is not comprehensive. That would require separate posts and links and I don’t want to drop an encyclopedia on you right now! I’m happy to provide more resources that I can curate if you want more direction and pointers to resources and amazing vidders.

** like any hobby, there can and will be a learning curve and frustrations. Blank page for a writer, blank timeline for a vidder. Is anything you put down is any good, self esteem and confusion about what actually makes sense is part and parcel for any creative work. Once you're in the vidding process and committed, as long as you're enjoying yourself you gotta just keep going to get it done.

Getting Started Vidding

My knowledge and background and learning how to vid from people on livejournal and dreamwidth from 2007. I don’t have any experience in editing with a phone but if that’s something you’re interested in, YouTube will be a place for you to start finding tutorials for various apps and tools. Probably discord communities, too. Vidding Workshop - a great how-to/guide when you're starting out. This is on dreamwidth from the WisCon vidparty in 2014. Some of the tech discussions might be a little outdated but there’s a ton of relevant information. It covers technical subjects as well as developing vid ideas and actually getting started. If you have any questions about what you’re reading you can leave an anonymous comment and ask - some of these vidders responding inthe threads are still active. You can find them on AO3/YouTube, tumblr, discord and actually leave them questions about their vids. Many vidders are more than thrilled to talk about their vids and answer questions. Vexcercises - this is a dreamwidth community for short-form vid excercises. This is a very structured way of introducing vid concepts and constraints so that you can produce a vidlet. I highly recommend you check this out and participate! There’s even an AO3 collection so you can check out how people have done the different exercises, too.

The Process of Vidding

Watch Me Edit - @limblogs put together a fantastic playlist of YouTube editors who will show you beginning to end how they made their vid. A lot of these editors appear to be using Sony Vegas but the general process of vidding end-to-end will be similar with other nonlinear editors like DaVinci Resolve, Premiere, etc. It’s a great way to actually see the vid come together if you don’t know what that even looks like. Every vidder will develop their own workflow and approach (which might even change from vid to vid), but it’s useful to see in video how people actually DO the thing. @limblogs also created a handy YouTube playlist some vidders from Bradcpu’s Vidder Profiles (Fanlore page). These profiles are basically like a director’s DVD commentary on their vidding process, featuring the vidders talking over their own vids! So cool. Phenomnal insights from these vidders about how they choose song, use effects, think about their narratives.

Self Rec: I recently did a vidding textpost series called: do it for the process - a naked vid draft: What (Yennefer of Vengerberg). How I Edit by @vimesbootstheory is another textpost about their vidding process. Self rec: Here’s my text interview: Vidder Profile - Kuwdora 2011. I talk about my process with a lot of specific examples from my previous work and lots of screenshots. This profile is over a decade old but a lot of this still holds true for me today! videlicet - this is an incredible vidding zine that @limblogs put togegther with a lot of amazing contributors. These articles and discuss about specific vids and aspects of vidding. It’s really detailed and a fantastic piece of vidding culture. I highly reading recommend the Demystifying Vidding article by lim and the A History of Vidding by @meeedeee and…pretty much every article in the zine!

Doing the vidding!

I recommend joining exchanges and watching vids that come out of exchanges and checking out fannish cons that have vidshows and discords to get more exposure to vidders and vids. Many people have joined @festivids (AO3 collection here) and made their very first vid, it's a very fun and great way to get into vidding. It’s not quite festivids season right now but time flies and it will be time to nominate sources and do sign-ups in the blink of an eye. Follow @festivids and check out the AO3 collection and see what people are making. Join the Vexcercises community and make some short vids and share them on your tumblr or on discord or somewhere and bask in the thrill of making your first fanvids. Check out who reblogged the vidder ask game - go and read other vidders responses and ask some new-to-you vidders questions. Everyone has their own take on process and tech and everything. It's great to hear and see what a lot people are doing and making.

Final Advice - talking about vids and doing the vidding

• watch vids • rewatch vids • leave a comment and ask a question about something you saw in their vid! • Again: find someone’s AO3 page of fanvids and ask them something about their vid in a comment or send them asks on tumblr (people usually have the same alias or link to their tumblr or dreamwidth pages somewhere.) • YouTube can be a valuable resource for tutorials so if you don't know something, there is likely someone who has made a tutorial about how to use a cross dissolve transition or anything else you might want to replicate in a video that you've seen in a vid. • start making a vid, scream and cry, ask for help, and keep going until you get it done. Celebrate and bask in your completed vid and share it with everyone! • Follow vidders on tumblr that you find from the vidder ask game • Check out the vidding discord for community and questions and vid recs and news about vidding exchanges and cons. • Have fun!

Hope this helps you get started! Thank you so much for the ask! Let me know if you have more questions and I can help you out or send you to cool vidders who have great advice and suggestions. And please send me your vid if you make one!

[ch3rrybbie]

Need.

Randall Kirkland x fem!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Summary: You can’t seem to stay away from Randall, you’re yet to speak and he can’t stop staring. Why do you feel like you know him? What does he want? What do you need?

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, unprotected sex, oral (fem and male receiving), fingering, masturbation, smutty daydreams, y/n is stubborn asf.

Note from author: Hi there! Tysm to the love on the snippet I put out, I just randomly write it and decided to share it and I’m so glad I did lol. I hope this lives up to what yall were expecting and I hope you enjoy. I will deffo probs write more for Randall and other fandoms so drop requests( hopefully Ik them). Also this is basically my first ever fic and time writing smut so pls be nice and I hope it’s not too bad lmao😭😭😭

———

You’d been in town for four months now. And as much as a hell hole as it could and would prove itself to be you were thankful for the reprieve from the outside world. You’d come alone on a post college road trip looking for something anything as to what your life should be as to who you would be. Then came the crows the tree and the bogeymen in the woods.

———

Life soon became mundane, wake, work eat sleep repeat. You’d decided to live in town and not colony house,your double bed becoming a lifesaver through those long cold nights. Whilst your house didn’t have the charm of your dorm or home bedroom you tried your best. Forgoing fairy lights and band posters you supplemented with writing down song lyrics and crudely drawn flowers on the walls you were no artist but it was something to look at before the whispering and tapping got too loud and you reverted back to tucking your head under the covers, knowing all that kept you from them was a rock loosely strung on the door.But you spent your fair share of time at colony house helping rule the roost with Donna and she’d grown to love you fiercely like a daughter and it kept you going.

The day the bus arrived,the day he came,was almost alike any other. You woke at sunrise to help Tian Chen with opening the diner after Sara’s…retirement. You were wiping down the tables when you saw it through the windows. The bus had lazily rolled in and heaved to a stop right outside the diner and you saw him swing off its disgruntled steps. Tall, toned with a buzzed head and a face like thunder you mused to yourself. But there was something maybe lust or the delirious state the town caused, something tugged you to him. A feeling that you should go let him know you were there, an obligation.

You heaved the thought down, as unpleasant as swallowing bile.

———

Upon Kenny’s command you resigned yourself to ushering in the bus folk. Your eyes caught Donna’s and with it you passed a sympathetic glare you hoped she understood its messaging-“I’m sorry you have to go this again but don’t be too much of a bitch with them”.

Most of them were heartwarmingly lovely to a point your heart broke, they didn’t know the fate that had befallen them.The pain and suffering they were yet to face. You remembered exactly how each and every second felt and resorted to flittering around helping how you could, making sure their steaming cups of herbal tea were always brimming. As you were filling an old lady’s second cup you heard a gunshot go off.

Your world span. Ears ringing you dropped the cup it’s shatter giving music to your pounding steps as you burst out the diner.

“Donna?!” you yelled praying she’d be able to answer.

“I’m fine sweetie but hold the door” she casually threw back her eyes trained on someone, gun pushed into their chest.

Burning heat arose as he turned his head, his furrowed brows lifting as soon as he saw you a confused look replacing his disgruntled one. He cocked an eyebrow, as if to say you know this crazy bitch??? You ignored him and felt envy flush over you as you watched Ellis and Fatima run off hand in hand after escaping bus passengers.

You wondered if you’d ever have someone that would run with you into danger without a second thought.

You begrudgingly followed Donna’s request ushering the last of the bus strangers into the diner hoping the simulated warmth would numb the fear of the tapping and whispering yet to come.

Donna kept him for last seemingly keeping a close eye on him gun nudging him periodically. Time seemed to slow the closer he got, his stature seemed to exaggerate with his hands strung loosely in the air, a sarcastic surrender. He was surprisingly stocky, muscles taught as his agitation grew stronger.

Your eyes once again locked and your breath caught in your throat. A spark lit within your stomach and spread all throughout you. He had a similar lust struck gaze yet his eyes never left yours,never once walked across your body.

You snapped your head away.

Donna incredulously looked between the two of you and shoved him into the diner. You dared not to turn and look for him in the sea of strangers. And yet that did nothing to quell you swelling desire, you felt it cresting, waiting to come crashing down.

It was going to be a long night.

———

As soon as the sun streaked through the windows you legged it out of there citing a lack of sleep. Which was true you felt his gaze on you the whole night and you hadn’t looked once.

———

It’d been a few days since you’d had your weird eye fuck with the stranger from the bus. Randall, as you’d come to find out and you’d vowed to push aside all thoughts of him and refusing to even use his name although your only danger of using it was at night when your convictions stuttered and were only quelled by toe curling thoughts of him.

Issue was he did anything but ignore you. He was everywhere.

He was at colony house arguing with Donna. He was atop the bus staring down all who dare walk past. Hell he was even occasionally scoffing his face in the diner. And yet you avoided him, not a single word uttered yet he had your heart hitching.

His staring persisted despite your avoidance. It seemed to only make him hungrier to see you.

You found yourself slipping into thoughts of what he smelt, tasted and fucked like.

Thoughts. That was all you could have.

No more.

———

You were trudging up to colony house after a late night drinking with Jade, in summary you lost your bet of out drinking him and he soon was let in on your little secret. But you trusted him. The only person you could never tell was looking at you a face like thunder. Your confusion clouded your perception and failed to see Randall him marching away from Donna.

Your breath caught in your throat as he got closer, you felt exposed. It was a balmy spring day so you’d sported jeans and a tank top thinking nothing of it. He finally let his eyes slip down your body, staring greedily, seemingly committing it to memory.

You’d reprimand him if you weren’t doing the same.

He wore a white tank with an open t shirt strung on top, his jeans tight in all the right places. You were about to look at his arms again before the muscle in his jaw clenched harder and he barrelled on.

Donna loomed at the top of the porch steps a face like thunder. And yet she didn’t care to rant about the backend of the altercation you saw.

Shit.

“You greenhouse now” she spat.

Fuck.

She shut the door behind the two of you with a slam so you opted to give your now peace offering, “Look here’s the bulb I told you about I think it’s gonna look great with the-“.

“Honey, we all have needs and wants I understand that but HIM?!” she flung out incredulously hands on hips. With your face a mixture of horror and confusion she continued “I saw the way you two looked at each other that first day at the diner and I’m sure you’ve done more than look since, hell what was that just now?!”

God you wished.

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Donna nothings happened, and as far as I’m concerned nothing will”

Her shoulders sagged and she sighed, “Good , you deserve someone better than him”

You cringed at that. Was he that bad?

“Now show me my beautiful new tulip bulb” she proclaimed.

———

Donna’s comment had been bouncing around your head for days alongside seeing less of Randall him, tension was building.

Yesterday you spied him working on a truck and couldn’t help but walk closer. He Sported the same white tank that exposed this thick corded arms. He’d grunted as he’d rolled himself under the truck. Jeans straining to contain him, legs spread. Arms straining with force. You imagined what it’d be like to even sit on his lap clothed, how good you’d feel.

How good you could make him feel.

You’d pictured him taking you pressed against the hood of the truck. Skirt flipped up, exposed for all to see. Tits bare and pebbling against the cold harsh metal. He’d stroke you first you were sure, then he’d fuck his thick cock into you. Uniting pain and pleasure,he’d make you taste yourself on his thick calloused fingers as he took you for all to see.

The day dream vanished as you watched a girl from colony house , Lola? Lila?, walk up to him and hand him water as he rolled out from under the truck.

Your heart dropped and an amassing wave of disappointment came over you. Albeit foolishly , you’d thought his attention had been solely concentrated on you and not whoever would reciprocate it.

You turned walked home before he could see you.

That night you couldn’t help but call his name as you came to the thought of him working on his truck.

———

The last place you could think of being alone was the woods, I mean your bedroom was the other but your thoughts couldn’t be controlled there as you’d realised last night.

After seeing him with the girl from colony house your conviction became stronger. And you decided to strengthen it alone in the woods the last thing you needed was to see him.

You started your descent into the peace, the trees were lush with greenery and swayed welcomingly. It was a thick, sweaty day. Your sundress swung as you walked providing the cool breeze you needed.How funny, you were trapped in a hellish town full of monsters human and other and yet it was so beautiful. Flowers were starting to sprout up through the dense leaves of the forest floor and you couldn’t help but be entranced. The less funny part was who your brain was obsessed with happened to be who you had decided was the resident fuck boy.

“Hey”

Speak of the devil.

Your heart pounded in your chest knowing the monsters wouldn’t be so polite. Your eyes were snatched up from the forest floor to all six foot of him lazily leaning across a tree. Same tank top and jeans as your daydream. He must be on break from working on his truck.

FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK. He looks good.

“What’re you thinking so hard about?” He inquired.

You awkwardly shuffled and looked around.

“Sorry forgot everything is secret here, you smoke?” He asked coolly

Taken by surprise you chuckled, “uhhhh yeah before, well you know” you gestured around you.

He hummed cigarette already between his teeth.in one slick motion he’d lit it and started steadily approaching you taking a drag. He lazily held it to you.

You leant forward not breaking eye contact as hou took a drag, cigarette still between his fingers. You could’ve sworn he swallowed harshly, but the moment was cut short as you spluttered and coughed.

It’d been awhile since you’d last smoked.

He laughed heartily and his hand slipped to your back stroking and patting till your coughing seized. His hand awkwardly retracted and you longed for its warmth to grace you again. He attempted to strike up a conversation again before seeming to change his mind, lips pressing back together.

They looked soft.

He had always seemed so sure of himself how strange you mused to yourself.

“I’ve seen you staring at me” you burst out, regretting it as soon as it fled you lips. So much for secrecy.

He chuckled caught aback then grew somewhat serious taking another drag, “You like it?”

“No” you lied through your teeth

“Really?” He smirked.

He paused, “It’s not like I haven’t seen you looking back sweetheart”

He looked satisfied with his own reply slowly walking back shrugging and once again leaning against the tree.

He smiled a boyishly handsome grin,took a longer drag taking in your shocked face.

SWEETHEART?! Really, he truly was a fuck boy then huh.

You once again lost control of you mouth, “I don’t think your colony house girlfriend would be too happy about you calling me sweetheart” you spat.

He coughs out smoke unable to stop himself from laughing,“ Who?” he laughs.

You refuse to let his facade get to you, not helping him with the answer.

His confusion blends back into another stupid smirk, “Oh, Laine?” He chuckles, eyes narrowing to gauge your reaction.

Laine? You think to yourself, what a stupid name. Lame Laine. EW! no you refuse to fight some random girl over him. He didn’t belong to you.

As much as you wanted him to.

Your eyes flicked back to his and something seemed to cross his face. His eyes darkened.

He knew. He knew you wanted him.

He slowly approached.

“You still want some?”, he asked. Gesturing to the cigarette.

He read your apprehension and said something that was dizzying to you.

“I could shotgun you” he she shrugged eyes not leaving yours. Unable to speak you nodded… a little too enthusiastically and he smirked. You could’ve sworn his eyes darkened.

He tilts your head up softly but as firm as needed to align your lips to his, all that separated you was air. With bated breath loosening unwillingly out your mouth in a sigh, your were lips parted in anticipation. Something he seemed to be unable to mock his face sporting the same intense stare as if he could unfurl your lips and drive you over the edge of what you weren’t sure madness pleasure?. Slowly, softly he blew the smoke into your mouth and you felt so intensely in need of him that it didn’t feel like breathing him in, it simply felt like breathing whole for the first time. It felt as natural as anything being this close needing him there needing him anywhere on you or near you. His fingers felt nice but the searing want shared silently was a feeling like no other. It radiated beyond magnetism. Staring at each other no longer held challenge but you were looking, truly seeing each other for the first time beyond the facade beyond this bodies you didn’t need to scratch the itch of knowing the conclude something. You’d know him before.

You breathed in the smoke he blew, eyes not breaking from his. His pupils were blown and it was your time to smirk. If you didn’t know before you knew now.

He wanted you too.

You blew out the smoke as slowly as you could. His eyes fixated on your lips.

He looked entranced.

His hand still cupped your jaw, his thumb coming up to glide across your lower lip. Smoke gone, you pulled his thumb into your mouth and sucked. His eyes once again met yours. “Fuck” he breathed out.

It was your turn to tease him. You spied the cigarette. It’s sweet red cherry still burning, you decided whatever was about to happen was going to burn like that.

Fast and hot.

Fuck it you thought.

You took it from his fingers, he was still entranced.

You breathed it in slowly and pushed on your toes to meet his face. Your tits brushed his chest. Your noses skimmed. His hands dropped to grip your hips and they bunched up the material of your dress. Surprisingly slowly but surely your lips softly bumped and grazed each other and you blew out the smoke. He didn’t breathed it in, so puzzled you stayed like that eyes locked till neither of you could bear it any longer.

He snapped out of the trance.

Your lips crashed together desire encompassing you heat moving lower. He smelt like pine and sea air and sweat and smoke and oil.

He tasted salty. His lips were soft.

It was almost all too delicious.

Almost.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as his hand smoothed up your back to hold your head and pull you in further. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you up easily. He grinned into you as the kisses grew hot and sloppy.

Your back hit a tree and the friction between you started to give you much needed release. He started pushing his hardening crotch into yours. He broke the kiss, “I knew you wanted me” he leered. “Shut up” you groaned and seized his lips back to yours.

His lips start to wander sucking your neck and finding the spot that made you push out a lengthened moan, legs attempting to pull him in further.

“Fuck you needed this almost as much as me huh baby” he croons as his hand slithers from your waist. It skims up your stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake. It reaches your tit feeling its weight even inside your bra. His hand snakes in and is surprisingly cold, you hiss. “Awe is it cold baby” he mocks as he smooths his thumb over your pebbling nipple, his eyes flick to yours. “Huh baby?”, he pinches and rolls your nipple to elicit an answer. “Fuck yes” you hiss, your hips jerking even further into his.

You pull his face back to yours with both hands, teeth clashing wantonly as you kiss him viciously. He moans breathlessly , gasping and moaning as your hand slips to press against the outline of his hard cock. It’s as big as you thought.

“Tell me what you need baby” he begs, his grip on your hip tightening. You refuse to answer, smirking. He grabs your hand from his crotch and pushes his bulge into your underwear covered crotch. You throw your head back against the trunk and your moans come out as hums through your clamped lips. “Come on baby tell me what you need”.

A vision of you knelt before him flashed into you mind. And you grew wet. Going down on someone sometimes felt submissive, degrading even. But with him the idea of teasing and controlling him whilst knelt before him. You needed it.

You pushed him away and he lowered you to your feet looking sheepish.

“I’m sorry did I do something that-”

You cut him off by sinking to your knees and open palm sliding down his front and down his clothed thighs. You applied more pressure the closer to his crotch you got.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, “Is this okay baby?” You crooned.

“Yes” he breathed out.

You took your time.

Unbuckling his belt and sliding it out, you kissed the outline of his cock in his jeans before unzipping and sliding them down. You made quick work of his boxers and there he was.

As big as you thought, bigger even. The head of his cock was burning red and seeping with precum.

Oh he was aching for you.

How many nights had he fisted his cock to images of you?

You trace a finger over the seeping head and he hisses. You smirk, “is that sensitive baby?”. You do it again and he moans long and deep. You trace a finger down the thick veins and caress his balls and he rewards you with a needy “please baby”.

You lean forward on your knees and kiss the tip. Kiss the shaft and lick your way down to his aching balls. You return you attention to the seeping head continuing to kiss is gently allowing the kisses to get sloppier. His hips jerk towards you and you indulge him. His burning tip slips into your mouth and you lower it till your nose brushes against his lower stomach. You keep your rhythm soft and slow and he melts into you. His moans must be reaching the town by now and you hoped that colony house girl heard. You started to increase your suction and go faster and he pulls you off him. You release him with a lavicious pop.

He tucks himself back into his jeans and you stand there unsure until he surges down tasting himself on you. He backs you up against a tree and drops onto a knee. Both of his hands snake up your legs lifting your dress and stroking your wet heat over your panties. He kisses your thighs and licks a thick wet stripe over your clothed clit. He tugs your pants down maintaining eye contact as he spits onto your bare gleaming pussy. He kisses you clit achingly soft and begins to lick and kiss building your already approaching orgasm. You begin to gyrate against his now gleaming face. His now hot calloused hand rubs your clit and he pulls away and just stares at you. His confidence vanquished, his face desperate to watch you come. He dives back and guides two finger into your heat and curls them perfectly. Your loud breathing transforms into moans uncaring of who might hear. He hums into your aching pussy seemingly encouraging you. White hot heat encases you everything goes numb as you come around his knuckle deep fingers, pussy spasming. He watches your face contort in pleasure and continues his ministrations carrying you through.

Your breathing stills and he rises lifting his fingers to your lips, letting them sink into your awaiting mouth. You plead to be able the touch him and he smiles and kisses you full of need. “Please touch me again baby” he moans wantonly. You needed to see him come. Your hands slid down his front and once again released him. You stroked him firmly, the head of his cock an even brighter red and was pouring pre come. He was close. Your lips lunged for his and you tugged his cock harder. His moans became louder, breathing harsher as he spurted hot and harsh against your bare stomach and pussy. Your hand was covered and his face was serene. This was way more delicious than a daydream.

———

You were both bashful as you helped each other dress. Cheeks flushing as he pulled up your panties and gently tugged your dress down, you’d stopped him from wiping his come away and his confidence sprouted back. “You want something to remember this by?” He jested. “You wish” you spat back, you both knew what he said held truth.

The bell sounded in the distance.

“Come on I’ll walk you back”, he tugged your hand putting you in front of him and nudged you towards the edge of the forest. Was it to put a barrier between you and those things? No, you wouldn’t delude yourself into thinking he cared. If he cared he’d of asked you out or something along those lines. Right?

You made it back in time. “This is me” you awkwardly shrugged. You both waited for the other to speak.

You broke the silence.

“Randall, look you don’t owe me anything I get it this was nothing. I won’t tell Laine and you can go back to persuing her”.

“Y/N, me and Laine are-“ he started

You cut him off. You couldn’t bare to hear it.

“I just needed a release from whatever weird tension we had, I get it seriously no need to explain”

He looked stunned and started to frown. But he quickly masked it with a careless gaze.

Your eyes narrowed, “thanks for walking me back I guess”

“Yeah yeah , anytime”

He turned to abruptly leave.

You wanted him to stay, your bed would bed would be so warm with him. The thought made your heart skip.

“Randall wait!”

He turned

“Get home safe”, you deflated as you were unable to ask him to stay. As if he’d want to.

His swagger returned, “Don’t worry about me too much sweetheart” he smirked.

He laughed at you rolling your eyes as he strolled away.

———

Why did him walking away hurt so much? Why did you feel like you knew him?

“Fuckkkkk”, you hissed as you slid down your door. Had you fucked him in college? No,no surely not you’d shamefully remembered every drunken fight and embarrassingly bad one night stand. Then how could you possibly know him? You didn’t know but it was almost certain he remembered and the one whiteclaw too many was the culprit as to your forgetting. How could you forget a connection like that it almost felt cosmic. God now you really sounded like a colony house hippy dippy idiot.

[useless-catalanfacts]

Why are traditional Catalan tambourines painted with the same image?

The story of a women-only music genre

One of the traditional tambourines used in Catalan folk music is the square tambourine, and often you'll find them painted like this:

1st: modern pandero made copying the drawing of an old one, photo from Carrutxa. / 2nd: pandero of unknown date, made some time between 1601 and 1800, kept in Museu de Lleida, posted by Catàleg d'instruments de Catalunya. / 3rd: pandero made between 1700 and 1800, Museu de Lleida. / 4th: pandero from the year 1900, posted by the blog Quina la fem?.

Square tambourines used to be very common ever since the Middle Ages in many parts of Catalonia. They were very widespread in the Camp de Tarragona and some parts of Ponent areas of Catalonia throughout the 18th to early 20th centuries, but they quickly lost popularity after the year 1900. They are squares made of wood covered with goat skin and often have bells inside. Very often they were also decorated with ribbons and silk and painted with an image of the Virgin of the Rosary (Mare de Déu del Roser, in Catalan, where roser meant "rosary"📿 and "rose bush"🌹 in Medieval Catalan but for the last centuries only means "rose bush"🌹).

These tambourines used to be played by women who were members of the Confraternity of the Virgin of the Rosary (sometimes other female confraternities too, but the Rosary was by far the most popular one). A confraternity is an association of people who promote worshipping a certain saint or virgin and who help each other socially and economically if they're in hardship. It used to quite common for women to join because it was mutual aid.

When there was a holiday, party, wedding, baptism, festa major, Easter, or any time they wanted (for example, if foreign men were passing through the town), women members of the confraternity played the tambourine songs (cançons de pandero or cançons de tambor), which were improvised lyrics over a song played with the tambourine. In return, people gave them money as donations for the confraternity. It was common for young people in love to give some money to these women so that they would sing a song saying how wonderful their beloved is.

This was the opposite of what was usual in that society. Back then, it was normal and seen as something good for young men to sing on the streets about the beauty of their beloved, or go to the house of their beloved to sing them songs. Many towns in Catalonia still keep traditions where on a certain day the young men do this (and nowadays, in many cases women do it too). But centuries ago it was very unusual for women to be the ones singing about the boys like the Rosary singers did.

The Catholic Church banned the Confraternity of the Rosary from singing these songs a few times, but they never managed to make them stop because it was so popular. In the end, the tradition died because of the changes in society, when people aren't part of religious confraternities like that and parties have changed.

Folklorists travelled around Catalonia and compiled the lyrics sang by these women. Many of these songs are funny, mocking specific men for being vain or flirting with every woman they find, others are praising boys or girls for their beauty and grace, others talk about the holiday or celebration they were sang in.

Nowadays, even though these women groups doing improvised lyrics over the tambourine don't exist anymore, square tambourines are still used by bands who play Catalan folk music, and some of them play old cançons de pandero that they have learned in their hometowns.

Sources: Taula Parada. Blog de recerca i difusió del patrimoni etnològic i de memòria històrica., Cases de la festa, La teiera, Quina la fem?.

[emergingghost]

julien baker live lyric changes masterpost

the many ways that julien changes her lyrics over time and seamlessly alters the lyrics and meanings of her songs to maintain a level of personal authenticity has become so fascinating to me and many others so i thought it'd be nice to do some research and compile as many as i can. enjoy! or cry! whichever!

the original lyrics are in parenthesis, changes are bolded, roughly in chronological order and i’ve added timestamped links to performances [x] where i can! i use mostly youtube because it's the most accessible. some of these seem to be permanent changes and others are just occasional, probably depending on how she's vibing with the song at the time (i'm assuming). let me know of any i’ve missed!

Rejoice: [x] [x] [x] pronoun change, does this lots! "i know there's a god and they hear either way" ("i think there's a god and he hears either way") [x] she uses the 'she' pronoun here this time! [x] she sings 'force' here and also in a version she performed pre-release "asking why did you let them leave and then force me to stay?" ("asking why did you let them leave and then make me stay?")

Good News: [x] [x] [x] these are not full lyric changes but rather some gut-wrenching repetition. side note she performs a cover of paul by big thief in the first clip here too! "it's less about you / it's all about how i ruin everything oh everything i do / everything i do / god i ruin everything oh everything / oh everything i think could be good news." ("it's less about you / it's more about how i ruin everything--- i think could be good news")

Distant Solar Systems: [x] pronoun change speaking of god, she also omits the second last verse. "I send postcards from the road and now and then she answers" ("and now and then he answers")

Turn Out the Lights: [x] [x] [x] this one hurts! a few times in late '18 and in '19 "maybe i'd do it but it's not a joke" ("i'd never do it but it's not a joke")

Sour Breath: [x] [x] another one that hurts!! "think all the liquors gonna keep me warm / burn everything down just to prove i could / leave you inside a body made of wood" ("think all the liquors gonna keep you warm / burn everything down just to prove you could / leave me inside a body made of wood") [x] audio only from 1:16 (same changes as above +) "i don't do too well when everyone's worried about me" ("i don't do too well when nobody's worried about me")

Appointments: [x] [x] [x] in lots of performances post-2018. she switches between using 'know' and 'think' occasionally “i know that i ruined this / but i think i can live with it / nothing turned out how pictured it ... i think that i failed again / but i know you’re still listening” ("i think if i ruin this / that i know i can live with it / nothing turns out like I pictured it ... i think if i fail again / then i know you’re still listening") [x] audio only - from 2:45 (same changes as above +) "i hope you're still listening" ("i know you're still listening")

Happy to Be Here: [x] tiny changes. not sure if she's done this more than once "different me would be inhabiting my body / have two cars, a garage, a dog..." ("different me would be inhabiting this body / have two cars, a garage, a job...")

Something: [x] [x] [x] [x] (she adds 'again' a lot, even since 2015) “asking aloud why you’re leaving again” (“asking aloud why you’re leaving--”) [x] (this was prior to release) "asking aloud why you're leaving again / i know you won't answer me" ("asking aloud why you're leaving --- / but the pavement won't answer me")

Red Door: [x] "beneath before you won't follow me down" ("beneath before you wont follow me there")

Shadowboxing: [x] [x audio only - from 3:09] "tell me that you love me / tell me you love me / i wanted so bad to believe you / so tell me you loved me / tell me you loved me / i wanted so bad to believe you" ) ("when you tell me you love me / tell me you loved me / i wanted so bad to believe it / so tell me you love me / tell me you loved me")

Ziptie: [x] [x] [x] [x] (side note the end of the second clip rules!!) “someone’s/somethings got my heart in a ziptie” (“someone’s got my head in a ziptie”)

Tokyo: [x] [x] [x audio only - from 1:30] in a few performances in 2022 “a seven-car pile-up of every disastrous thing that i am" (“a seven-car pile-up of every disastrous thing that i’ve been”) + also sings "accident" instead of "aftermath" in the audio clip

Relative Fiction: [x] [x] [x] [x] does this lots! "honey you're the only thing i'll wait around for" ("--you’re the only thing i’ll wait around for")

Highlight Reel: [x] [x audio only from 1:45 ] original chorus lyrics are 'you feel' but now in one chorus she sings 'to' and the other she sings 'you' "ooh it's a highlight reel / tell me how to feel" ("ooh it's a highlight reel / tell me how you feel")

Ringside: [x] [x] [x audio only from 3:50] two separate lyrics changes in these clips! "like a scratch-off ticket how i dig my nails into your skin" ("like a scratch-off ticket how you dig your nails into my skin")

(from final verse) “nobody deserves a second chance / so why do i keep getting them?” (“nobody deserves a second chance / but i keep giving them”) [x] [x] (from the second last verse) “nobody deserves a second chance / but somehow i keep fucking getting them” (“nobody deserves a second chance / but honey i keep getting them") Anti-Curse: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] she doesn't always change 'foreign characters' "writing the words to the best love song you've ever heard" ...“sounding out familiar characters” ("writing the words to the worst love song you've ever heard"...“sounding out the foreign characters”)

Favor: [x] [x] [x] [x] first change - changing to 'why?' in most live performances “why couldn’t you make me do it?” (“well you couldn’t make me do it”) [x] [x] new change from MSG in 2023! “how did you make me do it?” (“well you couldn’t make me do it”)

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

Funeral Pyre: [x] this is just a funny thing i found on my hunt. the audience accidentally corrected her grammar, theyre singing along and sing "needed so badly" instead of the original "needed so bad" and everyone took a lil' moment to laugh. Funeral Pyre: allegedly. i just read about it somewhere so have no proof!! “while i drank gasoline 'cause it's what i needed so bad” (“while you drank gasoline 'cause it's what you needed so bad”) Shadowboxing: [x] she doesn't really change any lyrics significantly but repeats the final verse for emphasis.

Good News: [x] (i think an early/demo version but i cant find any other recordings/videos of this version!) "how i fuck up everything i think could be good news" ("how i ruin everything i think could be good news") Rejoice: [x] house show performance from 2015 before official release. a few different lyrics! "ask you why did you let them leave and then force me to stay?" ("asking why did you let them leave and then make me stay?") (final verse) "i rejoice anyway / i rejoice either way" ("i rejoice i rejoice / i rejoice i rejoice") Sour Breath: [x] she added a new mini verse repeating "the harder i swim" where there are usually just instrumentals or 'oohs.' then she continued with the original final "the harder i swim the faster i sink" verse.

Sour Breath: [x] house show performance from 2015 before official release. there's an entire additional verse where the repeated 'the harder i swim the fast i sink' usually is. proceed with caution. "...too late to talk just go to sleep been up too long and you've been drinkin' all night it's almost a week and you haven't said a word been thinkin' it isn't worth the tryin' it takes to fix everything you hate about me all that you wouldn't wanna see

the harder i swim, the faster i sink and all i ever wanted was to pull you down with me was to pull you down with me don't you wanna sink with me? don't you wanna drown with me? just let me pull you down..."

[monowritestoomuch]

I Know I’d Take My Heart Clean Apart If It Helps Yours Beat

Day 7:

Fandom: Obsidian Lantern: Merfolk

Theme: Hurt/Comfort. Listener tells Zef why they are working for Mr. Wood. 

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2044

Notes: SAY IT WITH ME! SONG LYRIC TITLE! Not from EPIC this time though. Do merfolk have eyebrows? I mean, they have hair so I guess they would? Anyway, I love chocolate covered dried bananas. Enjoy, I'm sorry this is so late. 

Zef and Sera had joined you in the cave where you and Zef had first met, reviewing files over Mr. Wood. You had finally gotten somewhere with your research through the files you had been able to obtain. 

Sera had been reviewing some of the papers as well, but he had mostly been reviewing human laws. Most of the laws were from your area, but many of the laws he’d been reviewing were international, or from the Geneva convention. 

When you had asked why he was reviewing laws such as the Geneva convention and other such international laws on violence, he told you how to be able to convict Mr. Wood in Bermuda, he would have to see what human laws Mr. Wood had violated in addition to the Bermuda laws. 

And meanwhile, Zef was playing around and eating your snacks. This time, you’d brought some chocolate covered dried bananas that you’d bought earlier in the week. 

“Clemmy!” Zef called out, arms out on the rocky ground of the small cave. “Clem~” he called again, his tone drawing as if purposefully trying to annoy you. 

“Zef,” Sera sighed tiredly. “Stop that.”

“I’m just trying to get their attention to ask a question!” Zef squawked in mock offense. He bobbed under the water before coming back up. 

You shook your head fondly, putting down the file you’d been reading. “What do you wanna’ ask, Zef?” 

“How did you come to work for Mister Wood?” Zef asked, dropping another few chocolate covered bananas in his mouth. 

Your body froze as your even, calm breaths stopped abruptly. Sera looked up from his documents, holding them in one hand with the other on the rocky floor of the cave keeping him afloat as he gave you a look of concern. 

When you didn’t answer the question after a few moments, Zef spoke up again. “You good Clemmy?” he asked, concern and confusion in his tone. 

You nodded briefly. “I’m fine,” You responded, an invisible weight appearing in your chest. “I just–didn’t expect you to ask a question like that.”

Sera placed the papers he had been holding down onto the cave floor. “Zef makes a good point,” he started, swimming over to where the previously mentioned Merfolk floated. “I too, would like to know. It seems relevant to the case,” he added. 

Although Zef just seemed to be asking out of curiosity, you were nervous to reveal your relationship to the man. He might’ve been your boss, but that wasn’t the only way you knew him, and the way you knew him, you didn’t think the boys would take it very well. 

“Are you sure? I mean–I work for him, but do you need to know how I met him?” You attempted to play off poorly. 

Sera seemed to sense your nervousness, but he could also tell that you weren’t telling the full story, and that wouldn’t work for him. 

“It would be better to know as much as we could about Mister Wood,” Sera explained, his stern gaze meeting yours. “And it would most likely be brought up in our courts when he is to be convicted of his crimes.”

Your nerves only increased as Sera spoke. You logically knew that neither Zef, nor Sera–well, maybe Sera, wouldn’t hate you if you told them. Logically, you knew that, but emotionally? Emotionally, you felt as if they knew how the two of you were connected, that they would despise you for it. 

“Well–” You started, unsure what to say. You knew that whatever you said would lead to yelling and shock, but the eyes and ears were on you now. “When–when I was a child, I was so interested in marine life and biology, and constantly wished to study them even though I lived about three hours away from the closest beachside–” You chuckled to yourself. “And my mother, she wanted to to encourage my curiosity and research, urging me to study what I loved–”

“She sounds lovely,” Zef interrupted, smiling while continuing to nibble on your snacks. 

“Yeah,” You smiled warmly. “She is–and back then, her brother was living close to the coast, starting up his own marine study center,” You continued, taking a breath as your heart thumped loudly in your chest, the invisible weight on it becoming heavier. “And one summer she sent me to my uncle’s place to study and research marine life with him.”

Sera raised an eyebrow in suspicion, as if he had already been catching on to what you’d been trying to avoid stating obviously. 

“At first it was nice,” You continued, hands becoming crossed and grabbing the opposite tricep. “My uncle was stern but not strict and we would study different shells and what caused each shell to be shaped the way they did. He always had me guess what caused those hollow shells with empty caverns to be the way they were.”

Sera’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, before shutting it and locking eyes with you. The expression on his face resembled concealed shock, his eyebrows furrowed in what resembled a wild rage. 

“I went back, summer after summer after summer. Every summer he would become colder somehow, more secretive. At first I would try to ask, but eventually, I would just leave him be,” You continued, wringing your fingers nervously. “And eventually, I went off to college. I got a degree in marine biology and was looking for jobs when my mother suggested–” You paused, waiting for the realization to settle in before stating the obvious. “-that I work for my uncle, here, on the coast.”

Zef’s face dropped from interested and curious to shocked and horrified, floating in the water in stunned silence. He looked as if he had been betrayed, but he hadn’t. You hadn’t betrayed him, and you would never. But in these very moments, you felt as if you had. 

Even Sera stayed silent, his usual stoic facade cracking under the weight of the revelation that had been revealed. 

You sat in silence as you felt their disappointment seep through your skin and bones and into your soul before you spoke again. “At first, It wasn’t even bad, I was doing minor work and even though my. . .my uncle was cold, it wasn’t a bad job. I met Doctor Evander–” You smiled softly, head down and facing the ground, unable to look at your companions. “--and he was nice, a good fella, but my uncle only grew colder. . .”

Your smile dropped and you didn’t look up, not wanting to see the faces of people who thought they could trust you.

“And when he got colder, his patience wore thin, and his anger became. . .stronger and more–more forceful,” You gulped, feeling as if your throat was burning. 

“What do you mean by that?” Sera asked, his voice deep and stern. You avoided his gaze, shame spreading down your face. 

“Clemmy?” Zef’s voice rang in your ears. “Answer Sera’s question. What do you mean by that?”

“I knew–” You sucked in a grateful breath of air. “I knew my uncle had issues–events that happened in the past to change him, although I didn’t know what those were at the time–but he started to take out his anger on his employees–”

“Did he ever raise a hand to you?” Sera questioned sternly, interrupting your shaky response. 

“No-! He–I,” You stuttered briefly. “He never–not to me, my mother would’ve practically murdered him–” You chuckled sullenly at your own remark. “–if he had ever raised a hand to me, but that didn’t excuse others, such as Doctor Evander, from being caught in the crossfire.”

“Clemmy, what does that mean?” Zef asked, his tone now far more manicked and concerned than upset. 

“We would have performance reviews, every week or so, at the end of the week,” You spoke, your voice shaking. “And every week, he–he would grab an employee and degrade them in front of all of us, sometimes even going as far as slapping them–and if they made him–if he was angry enough, he would damage products or materials we used and blame it on us and subtract it from our paychecks,” You responded with a shaky exhale, wishing for the burning in your throat to cease and you refrained from crying.

“Did he ever do that to you?” Sera questioned, his tone stern and without room for argument. 

“Twice, but he only yelled, never hit. After those two times, which was a few years ago, I was his perfect little employee who performed everything up to standard, and because of that, he never focused on me and I was mostly out of his sight–and I stayed near Doctor Evander and he was nice, but Mister Wood always pulled him aside and I would see bruises on his–,” You concluded. “But he never hit me-he never–” 

Sobs wracked your body as you shook, holding yourself in your arms as Sera and Zef watched on in mystified horror. 

“That has got to be illegal!” Zef practically shrieked, his voice rising. 

“Zef!” Sera attempted to shush. “They’re shaking,” he stated. 

“Oh,” Zef uttered, his voice quiet. He frowned, watching you shiver and shake, fat tears falling from your eyes. He swam up next to you and hooped up, sitting on the cave floor. Hw wrapped you in a hug, and although it was wet, you gladly accepted.

“Just because he never hit you, doesn’t make it okay,” Zef affirmed, raising your head to lock your gaze and his. “Oh Clem–why didn’t you tell us this before?”

You were lost for words, sobs as your only answer. Sera watched on, guilt hanging heavy in his chest. 

“I had previously asked what their relationship was to Mister Wood, and they told me that they were just an employee,” Sera stated, looking at the pair of you and Zef. “But they lied, and maybe they thought of what we’d think of them if we knew.” 

“Oh Clemmy!” Zef cried. “Did you think we’d hate you?” 

“I thought–” You sniffed. “I thought you would leave me here–leave me with–with this–with, oh with–” 

“With Mister Wood?” Sera asked, raising an eyebrow. You nodded as a response. “I would never leave anyone with such a man, especially now when I see how he treats family.”

“We’ll always be here for you, Clemmy,” Zef smiled. “Even if you don’t believe it right now, we’ll always be here for you, here to catch you when you stumble or fall, or when you’re stuck on a boat in the middle of a storm or–” 

“Whenever you need to ask for help,” Sera added, swimming over and placing a wet hand on your arm. “We will be here.”

“And we could never, ever hate you,” Zef added in finality, smiling at you. He let you out of the hug, hopping back into the water, but still facing you. 

You sniffed. “Thanks guys, that means a lot.” 

“Anytime Clemmy, anytime,” Zef offered genuinely, smiling wide. 

You laughed, sniffling. “Guess I’m all wet now.”

“Oooo, yeah, that’s my bad–” Zef cringed, hissing at his own revelation. 

“How about we reconvene here tomorrow? Give some time to process, no?” Sera suggested. 

“I’d like that,” You admitted, standing up and grabbing your documents whilst Sera put his in a large ziploc baggie, courtesy of Zef. 

“Bye Clemmy!” Zef waved. “See you tomorrow!” He ducked under the water, taking your precious chocolate covered banana chips with him. 

Sera collected his things before speaking to you. “What you did today, you shouldn’t be ashamed,” he stated, his voice somehow softer than you’d ever heard it previously. “If you ever need help, and I am serious. If you ever need my help, do not hesitate to tell me. I will help you. You deserve to be treated well.”

You stood in stunned silence with your belongings as Sera took a large breath. “Take care of yourself, I mean it,” he finished, ducking under the water with the ziploc covered documents.

You stood in the cave briefly, a warm feeling spreading across your chest, taking off the heavy invisible weight that had stood prior. 

In those next moments, you walked out of the cave, somehow feeling better and lighter than you had in years. 

[twice-inamillion]

Reunion

Fluff, Light Smut, and Story Building

Chapter 226

1,060 Words

(The members return home after being on tour for almost a month. Happy moments are shared as the members enjoy their time together.)

It’s been a few days since the members arrived back from the States, and everyone is trying to get some rest or catch up. On the other hand, you have been trying to finish writing the lyrics of a song you’ve been working on for the past month. 

You watch the members interacting with each other, sharing their experiences with Sana. It’s nice seeing her laugh together with the girls after being separated for so long. You know that having a miscarriage, especially knowing that it was Sana’s dream to have a child of her own, was heartbreaking. You did your best to comfort her through the grieving process, keeping her busy, giving her attention, and just being there for her. Now she has her girls, you can tell that she’s doing much better; she’s a fighter. 

———— 

Right after arriving from the tour, the members came onto you like hungry wolves, hungry for the forbidden meat. The first one to quench their thirst was your wife, Jihyo. That night after arriving, she jumped you and made you fuck her until morning. Loud moans were heard through the halls, and holes were filled with cum. 

The second person to visit you was Dahyun while Da-eun took a nap. “Oppa, I missed you so much,” she said as she threw herself at you. She placed your hand inside her sweats, letting you know how wet she was. “I want you to fuck me, please. I’ve missed you.” Like a good fiancé, you answered the needs of your girl and fucked her on all fours as she covered her moans with the pillow. You tried to be as quiet as possible while Da-eun slept in her crib beside the bed.

The third person to approach you was Mina. She did it discreetly as you came from your office and pulled you into her room. She shyly closed the door, led you towards her bed, untied her gown, and dropped it on the floor. You don’t need any words to know what she wants, so you take off your shirt and drop your pants. She pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. Mina grabs your cock and aligns it to her leaking entrance, and rides you cowgirl style. 

Momo is the fourth one and sneaks into the shower with you. She brings along Chaeyoung for the ride, and the three of you enjoy a steaming hot session as they wash your body with their chest. You take turns using their ass while they kiss and finger each other. 

Nayeon is the sixth member who sneaks into your room. She pulls your cock out and teases you with a handjob, causing you to wake up. The two of you get into a spooning position and insert your cock as you slowly thrust inside of her. Nayeon falls asleep with your cock inside her womb.

Tzuyu wakes you up as she jumps on you while you’re asleep. “Good morning, Daddy!” You lift your head and see it’s Tzuyu, who’s wearing a thin white top and booty shorts. “Daddy. Since the rest got their fill, now it’s my turn.” She digs into your pants and pulls out your cock with a full hard morning wood. “Daddy is all ready for me.” She lowers herself and goes down on you, sucking on your cock until it's completely covered in her salvia. “I want Daddy to pick me up and fuck me silly,” as she gives you puppy dog eyes. She wraps her legs around your waist, and you pick her up and insert your cock inside her tight cunt. She bounces on your cock as you grab her thick thighs and ass. Suddenly, you hear a knock and see the door open, only to see Jeongyeon. You see her completely frozen, watching as the youngest member bounces on your cock in pure pleasure. 

———————

The only break you got from the member's attacks was when they needed to attend the 2019 Genie Awards. Sana and the babies sat down and watched their aunties and mothers on TV. They all pointed at the screen when they saw their mother perform on stage. 

After the awards, some of the girls had some time to relax. You and Jihyo got together and got her caught up with what was going on back home while she was on tour.

You started off by updating her on the progress of the construction and the center that Sana introduced. She liked the layout of the center that both you and Sana came up with and found it cute when you told her about Sana’s idea of riding the kids to school on a bicycle. 

“Also, I was able to find a video of what happened to Sana during that day.”

Jihyo looks serious and says, “Are you doing to do anything about it?”

“Already did. Served them with a defamation lawsuit. I know JYP will not do much about it, but I will.”

“Good, JYP is nice and all, but he doesn’t like involving the law regarding his idol's emotional health.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” 

“Anyways, what about the “thing” you told me about?”

“It’s a secret.”

“Come on, tell me, I’m your wife.”

“It’s still not ready yet. I can only say that if this album does well, the members will enjoy it. Trust me.”

————-

While the members were on tour, you had the chance to finish the last song of the upcoming album. You had a hard time coming up with the title track and had multiple options for the title song, but after spending time with Sana and seeing how much her members helped her during her lowest points inspired you.

You wrote about the emotions of their darkest moments and the hardships of being an idol to them, confining within themselves to overcome any obstacles.

You call each member one by one to record their part of the song, and every time, they tear up when they learn the meaning of it. They each hug you and get excited to shoot the music video for the title track of “Feel Special.” 

[apollosunshineisdead]

my favorite lyric or two from every will wood song

Everything is a Lot:

6up 5oh: "they shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD!"

skeleton Appreciation Day: "give me all your LSD so i can feel my mind unweave again!"

front Street: "you said let loose, but now you're lost"

aikido!: "i told doctor tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedule's filled with children with need Prozac, prilosec and lo-jack, triple-sec and lexapro"

white Knuckle Jerk: "i wonder how i woke up in the middle of my surgery, and i watched them botch my heart"

cover This Song!: "i'm just a little bit crazy 'bout you, just a little bit out of my mind"

Thermodynamic Lawyer: "so all that i see, absolute entropy as the chemical bounds fall apart"

red Moon: "the crescent rests, tethered to the west"

lysergide Daydream: "ooh, i wanna be on the picture on the postcard, pouring pitchers in the backyard by the garden we tend"

the First Step: "i lost count after 21 in the college crawl"

jimmy Mushrooms': "i think the truth is that everyone's wrong!"

Compound Fracture: "bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas"

everything is a Lot: "night sky, i wonder why i am alive until i die / i find that at this size, no answer can be right"

destroy to Enjoy: "lao tzu, chaung tzu, yin-yang tattoos, FUCK your mystic wisdom! find your own way home from Bonnaroo!"

SELF-iSH:

self-: "i'll shake the apples from my family tree, so when the autumn comes to take the leaves..."

2012: "testing my hypothesis, never finding a theory!"

cotard's Solution: "rolling my third eye into the back, of my head and squinting through the black"

mr. Capgras: "eulogy or biography, i'm who i ought to be, and that is God to me"

the Song with 5 Names: "WHAT IS "IS"? WHAT IS "NOT"? WHAT IS "WHAT"? WHAT'S UP PARTY PEOPLE! WHAT? / WHY I WONDER WHY I'M NOT WHATEVER, WHAT THE FUCK!"

hand Me My Shovel: "looking up, i could say Heaven sent me! / hand me my shovel, i'm going in!"

dr. Sunshine is Dead: "i'm noone if i'm nowhere in between!"

-ish: "well at 27 will i see, that i was born to be the man i'll be?"

The Normal Album:

greetings from Mary Bell Township!: "so give me your half-life crisis / i can tell that you know where paradise is!"

(vampire) Culture: come on, drink that BLOOD! didn't they want your blood?

Love Me, normally: the Lord looked down, said, "hey, you're only mortal"

2econd 2ight 2eer: "my grip on the secrets' slippin' while i'm speakin' in tongues!"

laplace's Angel: "so if you wash your hands of where you've been until you flood the second floor / neatly fold your skeletons, but still can't shut the closet door"

i/Me/myself: "eating your prosthetic, meet your anesthetic"

...well, better than the Alternative: "she's gonna be a lot like me, but i don't wanna be at all like me"

outliars And Hyppocrates: "i am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you, the red hot sky"

blackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA: "his ribcage was a hornet's nest, his palpitations set the beat!"

marsha, thankk you for the Dialects: "doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that / disease is in the eye of the beholder, tell me "so it goes!""

love, Me Normally: "is there nothing to fear, cuz shit's getting weird!"

memento Mori: "no need to fear cuz when it's Here you won't be alive / try not to think about it!"

Camp Here & There: Campfire Songs:

venetian Blind Man: "string on his finger, a tourniquet ring"

yes, to err is Human: "if you don't hate me, then reanimate me!"

your body, My Temple: "furthering the fever of your fervor for believing, I will"

when somebody Needs you: "fishing lure moon on a string for you, didn't you say you need space?"

"In Case I Make It,"

tomcat Disposables: "what's the moon made of? meet me there after i'm gone"

becoming The Lastnames: "weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss"

Cicada Days: "here at the end of days, my god, what have I done? / christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all i dreamed of"

euthanasia: "and every, everybody dies / fighting for their lives, just trying to survive"

falling Up: "airplane eclipses over spirals of math – would or could the impact kill me?"

that's Enough, let's get you Home: "but CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home"

um, it's Kind of a Lot: "sorry darling, please excuse my constant need to self-aggrandize!"

half-Decade Hangover: "but i can't make amends for things i can't remember"

vampire Reference in a Minor Key: "the seraphim on my shoulder, whispering "please don't turn your head""

you liked this: "Ten Red Flags that a Neurotypical Narcissist is Trauma Dump Gaslighting You into Sex-Negative Self-Abuse Emotional Labor and Internalised Reverse Racism Against Post-Modern Flat Earthers with Facts and Logic (Number Seven Will Destroy Your Family)"

the Main Character: "judge me by what my cover shows, author becomes beyond reproach"

Against the Kitchen Floor: "i'm not a good person, i'm barely a person at all"

Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll: "and i hate proving that i'm still human after all"

BFB's Blueberry Pie: " "

Willard!: "so gather 'round pandora's skinner's box, look through the one-way mirror / if you can see in shade's of grey, the colors are much clearer"

White Noise: "it begs the question just to tell you the answer!"

ICIMI outtakes:

misanthrapologist: "I hear your hear beating under the floorboards" and if i did, you deserved it: "that i really don't carе what you think or what you say, either that or I do way too much, oh well whatever, either way"

thank you for listening

[dr9com9ge-ix]

I know this sounds weird but are you a will wood fan? Will wood has a song called Suburbia Overtune and your au is called sunshine suburbia. He also has a song with the same name as the thingy under ur banner is (as in if you need me I’ll be in my coffin) unless it’s just a weird coincidence. (If you aren’t a will wood fan however take a listen to his songs! They’re good :D)

If it looks like a Will Wood, Sounds like a Will Wood then it probably would be a Will Wood! It wouldn’t be if it will wasn’t-

Didn’t need to get handed a shovel when you said you’d go in! Nor didya need to pound your head against any kitchen floors! Cause all the bones are shown right here down at Vestal NY!! (Sorry I’ll stop the silly here-)

The answer is YEAH!!! FOR LIKE YEARS NEOW… I really like Will Wood and the song lyric in my blog title is a line from “Vampire reference in a minor key”!— Also Sunshine Suburbia AU IS named after and pretty inspired by Suburbia Overture! The most obvious being the title having the word “Suburbia” and the Resident images being references to the Normal Album cover!

(Simon’s image here as his pose is the closest and the album cover for comparsion)

I thought it was like… Really obvious- But like! It’s fun to hear people go “Oh my god is this a Will Wood reference??” here! ^^

[veaspo]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do liu, ben and brian with a s/o that belongs to the itty bitty committee. (Small boobies!) If it's okey, of course! Have a good day/night!

bens is gonna be a bsf will small boobs cuz i mean he is 12😰

CREEPYPASTAS X READER WITH SMALL BOOBS

LIU WOODS // HOMICIDAL LIU

-he's perfectly fine with it

-hes loves bitties of any size

-a tits man, most boob guys prefer big ones i think. from what i seen at least

-but him, he loves ANY. size

-he would treat em like a pillow either way.

BEN LAWMAN // BEN DROWNED

-he would tease you all day, all night.

-hes like your bestfriend but also your worst enemy

-ben thinks its so funny to make fun of your itty bittys when you're wearing an outfit that would look better with big boobs

-he doesnt mean anything wrong by it though

BRIAN THOMAS // HOODIE

-hes like that one lyric from Poppy's song, "Girls in Bikinis"

- "a cup, d cup, give me love dont cover up"

-that lyric, he loves your boobs either way

-he does NOT care

-he'll still cum on em 🙏🏼

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2(?) LEFT TILL IM CAUGHT UP

[barrenclan]

Chonny Jash's cover of The Moss seems very patfw-core to me. I think someone's brought it up before but I'd like to specifically point out some of the new/changed lyrics that I think fit

But everything you see isn't everything that is

Every thing you think to be, every thought you can't dismiss

The lives we try to lead and the time we try to give

Well it's all a fallacy, we continue to relive

^ Cats like Pinepaw and Rainhaze's curiosity about what's beyond Barrenclan territory, how cats like Cootstorm try to discourage that type of thinking and how their actions unintentionally lead them to their fates. Also very cyclecore

And every thing will live, just as every thing will die

Every foe that you forgive, and every friend that you deny

Every single first hello, and every single last goodbye

Every smile that you show, every tear that you hide

^ In my head I'm picturing an amv/pmv and for this part I'm very much imagining a sort of slideshow section about contrasts and various events: Barrenclan/Defiance, Rainhaze and Ranger/Rainhaze and Asphodelpaw, Pinepaw and Saturn/Pinepaw and Wild Rose, Slugpelt and Cashew/Slugpelt and Dustfeather. Idk if that makes sense

Well, legend has it that we're all just doomed

And we've ruined our society

Well, legend has it that we dug our tomb

Which we'll lie in for all eternity

^ Barrenclan's whole staying as punishment for their cowardice ideology

Well legend has it that, the world once knew a whole palette of lovely blues and greens

Well legend has it that, our corpses lie a foundation of insincerity

^ what Barrenclan's territory used to be - blue and green - and what it is now - on a foundation of corpses

*Attempts to Jashify Raz* *Attempts to Jashify Raz* *Attempts to Jashify Raz—

I've seen a lot of people in the server talking about Chonny Jash, he seems pretty fun. But if I'm honest, I'm more of a Johnny Cash fan. :P

Ooh, yes! You've targeted me with a TMBG suggestion, I actually went ahead and added "Don't Let's Start" to the playlist but I love this song too.

Even when you're out of work you still have a job to do Even when you don't know what it is Your job knows what it is What it is is it's coming to get you

And when you wake up you can feel your hair grow Crawl out of your cave and you can watch your shadow Creep across the ground until the day is done All the while the planet circles 'round the sun

Haha, that is funny irony. But I agree with you! Isn't it interesting how despite being named that way, "Defiance" doesn't allow any of its members to defy Deepdark?

Compliance We just need your compliance You will feel no pain anymore No more defiance

Fall into line, you will do as you're told No choice fatigue, your blood is running cold We lose control, the world will fall apart Love of your life will mend your broken heart

Will Wood is ever-popular, of course, though I never got really into him. I can see this is as a Pinepaw song!

All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming They say that beauty's just skin deep So naturally, please show me your

Bones, bones, bones, let me see your bones Well, I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home Bones, bones, bones, hell, we're all alone If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?

They say that beauty's just skin deep So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her

Oh... Rainhaze and Slugpelt song.

Are you dead or are you sleepin'? Are you dead or are you sleepin'? God, I sure hope you are dead

Well, you disappeared so often like you dissolved into coffee Are you here right now, or are there probably fossils under your meat?

Defiance song! Spefically, I could see it as from Ranger/broader Defiance's perspective as he navigates the group.

We're at a revolution And we're baying for your blood We're laying down the law And your name's mud

Cause you say you fight for us Cross your heart and hope to die You're the bully in the playground and we'll hang you out to dry

Oh yeah, I remember this song from the IncuriousCat PMV. I like it! "Nowhere King" is also a Deepdark song, so that creepy children's song-esque music does fit with the series. If anyone wanted to edit together a trailer it'd be cool!

Perfect. No notes.

Actually, someone's already made a PMV to the comic with the song! You can check it out here.

I don't think it's been suggested yet! It's a Pinepaw song, of course.

I'll cut my hair (Ooh) to make you stare (Ooh) I'll hide my chest And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

I can't really think right now and this place Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead 'Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

[orion4ever]

hihi!! I really love Ur writings SMSM <33(Srsly they make me giggle n kick my feet)!! And I just wanted to request Qiu and Tamarack with an MC that likes/and is good at singing? (Preferably step 2, but since I rlly don't wanna burden Step 1 would be really lovely as well)

:))

Author’s Note: *laying on my stomach on top of my bed , writing in a fluffy journal while kicking my legs back and forth and giggling*

Pairing(s): Qiu Lin x Reader and Tamarack Baumann x MC

🗒️🍂

QIU LIN🗒️

They always loved your singing , they find it one of the most satisfying sounds they’ve ever heard.

Will beg you to let them sit and listen in.

If your singing along with a song then they might just get up and start dancing along.(why did that rhyme omg , in my poet era)

You guys would make such a cute dynamic duo though

If there’s ever a talent show , they will begrudgingly hopefully ask if you want to do it together.

They joke that you should make a soundcloud and post your singing there.

You kinda ruin most music for them from how much they love your voice lol

You and your childhood friend, Qiu were hanging out in your living room. It was late, your mom was still at work and Qiu’s parents decided on a spontaneous dinner date and trusted Qiu wouldn’t get into any trouble while they were gone.

Which Qiu thought was stupid, I mean what trouble could they get into so late at night?

They sat on one of the few mismatched couches and messed around with one of your mom’s pillows that had a loose string.

You were sitting on the floor, with an older disk player near you. You had been digging around your room and found it under your bed and decided to play some music.

“Which disk do you wanna listen to? The first or the second one?” You had asked them, holding up the two shiny disks.

“I don’t care, You can pick,” Qiu replied, shrugging while holding the pillow closer to their chest. They didn’t mind what music was played, just as long as they could enjoy your company.

“The second one then” you proposed, popping it into the player and clicking ‘play’.

The both of you were happy with the choice when a soft melody rang throughout the room. It didn’t have any lyrics, it sounded like something Tamarack’s grandparents may have played in the background while entertaining guest in their “drawing room”.

“Nice,” Qiu assured, flopping down onto the couch.

The two of you sat quietly while listening to the music, you swayed a little and started to hum.

Qiu perked up at the sound but didn’t say anything, worried that you might stop out of embarrassment.

They propped up their cheek with their palm and just watched as you turned that hum into a melody with a for once, at peace smile.

They really liked your voice.

TAMARACK BAUMANN🍂

She thinks you out-sing any famous pop star or church choir any day. She honestly thinks your voice is so angelic.

She loves it when you give her mini concerts while you two walk in the woods together.

I BET both my lungs that you and Tamarack have duets 100%

You two make a lot of music together and record it on one of her Opa’s camcorders.

Her Omi asks the both of you if you can try and cover a Frank Sintra song often.

If you do choir or singing lessons either at school or music hall then expect to practice with her nearly every day.

Tamarack can never duet with another singer because they aren’t you, and can never replicate the melody.

It was late afternoon, a few hours after school ended. Tamarack sat by her windowsill, reading a book about what and what not to feed forest critters when she flinched at the sudden pang of a pebble being thrown at her window.

She decided to look out and giggled seeing who it was, she opened the window and called down.

“MC, If you wanted to come in!… You could have just knocked!” Tamarack chuckled behind her hand, it always made her a little giddy when you would stand below her window like some Shakespearean love story.

“Nah! This is quick, just sit up there and listen!” You gave the ginger a thumbs up before pulling out a bulky boombox that may be older than some of the adults you guys knew.

“Pfft, What are you doing?” Tamarack kept laughing.

“I am going to sing something!!!” You yelled up before you pressed played and let the music play out a little.

Tamarack’s laughter quieted down at that, she paused for a moment before asking.

“Are you trying to serenade me?”

You also paused before answering. “Yeah, that's basically it”

You then lowered the volume of the old boombox and began to sing along with the song’s melody. You didn’t lose eye contact while you sang to her, so this moment felt special and intimate.

Tamarack put a hand to her cheek and watched down with an increasingly growing blush on her cheeks.

She listened to you singing to her and thought quietly to herself. ‘She didn’t deserve such an adorable gesture from you. You were way too good for her. You probably were…doing.. this.. to ..be ..n..ice-‘

Her self-deprecating thoughts were slowly drowned out by your singing, It was sweet of you. After all, Tamarack did love your singing.

[annikin-annotates]

Lady of the Lake

Hi y’all! I’m so glad to be writing this for my dear kindred spirit for her 1,000 followers celebration! I hope you all enjoy the One Shot I’ve created using Hozier's Butchered Tongues as my base. Congratulations my dear @arcielee, you deserve all the love you receive, I hope this lives up to your expectations!. 

Let me know if you would like to be added to my taglists!

Happy reading.

Pairing: Aemond x Siren!Reader

Word Count: 3,069 (Nice)

Warnings; Blood, mentions of death, thoughts of ripping Aemond limb from limb. Minors DNI 18+

Chosen lyrics; They are buried without scalp in the shattered bedrock of our home.

The lake had been covered in misty fog, its eerie tendrils dancing just above the surface of the water, if one looked close enough they could see water sprites at work. Humans believed that magic was gone from the world, but if they only looked a little closer they would see that it was still here, barely; like the final embers on a candle wick. 

She lived beneath the surface of a pond, a safe haven under the ever changing waters of the stream that flows into it. It was always quiet in her small pond, the blue gills and catfish her only company. Though she would not say that it was entirely awful, it may be secluded and quiet but it was always safe, and being safe meant staying alive. 

Trees twisted and wrapped their way around one another, strangling one another for a chance at seeing the sun, oh how she longed for the sun’s warmth. The dense dark green thickets surrounding the edge of the lake, pointed thorns dipping into the water, another reminder of the cage she had put herself in. 

She slipped below the surface once more, sinking to the mossy floor, her head resting on a mossy rock, staring up at the underside of the lily pads. She spent the rest of her day hunting catfish and playing with the small water spiders that skimmed across the surface of the water.

She spent her night curled up in a patch of Hydrilla, its green tips making a space in the water. She stared up into the inky expanse and wondered what it was like above the surface. She wondered if perhaps one day, she too could walk amongst them. She had walked on land before, some centuries ago when she was only a girl.

Back when humans knew and respected the creatures that dwell out of sight, the rulers of nature. For a time they had lived in peace, silently walking amongst them, helping when needed, fighting in wars that were not ours, and aiding the sick with cures and magic long forgotten by mankind.

Somewhere along the path, we had become a threat, a danger to humans, they began to push them back into the woods and lakes, away from civilisations. Her mother was forced from her job as a maid in a keep not far from where she dwelled, it was not long after that, they began to cull them. All her family were snuffed out within a night, now all of them laid at the bottom of the God’s Eye.

All except her. 

She shook the thoughts from her head, she couldn’t bear to think about it any more. She reached a webbed hand toward the starry sky, the rippled surface obscuring the true beauty of it. Her arm came to rest by her side, disturbing the sediment as she sighed, an air pocket travelling all the way to the surface.  

Shimmering sunlight awoke her from her slumber, she sat up and stretched her arms and leant forward to stretch her back, the dorsal fin waying with the current. Perhaps today she would sun herself on the boulder in her lake, enjoy the sound of birdsong and they trickling water. The warmth of the flat rock warmed her cold flesh, her tail swishing in the clear water beneath her. 

The sun had just begun to beam down into her pond, refracting different colours like light onto a thousand precious gems. She spent time braiding her hair down the length of her back, small river flowers delicately weaved into it. She hummed the melody of a song her mother used to sing to her when she was young, the same one she would use to lure men to their watery graves. 

The sound of approaching hooves sent her beneath the water again, resurfacing in the safety of the water reeds. Directly across from her was a lithe man knelt by the running water of the stream, drinking handfuls of water. He was marvellous to look at, his deep green clothes and gold trimmed armour and his hair that looked like spun silver fluttering in the gentle wind. 

A familiar primal feeling came over her, it was stronger than she had ever felt before: have him, have him, devour him, feast upon his bones, it chanted. It frightened her, but she followed the feeling, diving below the water once more only to look at him from between the reeds. She could see all the features of his face now, a strong chin and pronounced nose and eyes that glittered like amethysts in the sun. He was handsome, but she could taste the sadness permeating from him, the wish to be anywhere other than where he was, she empathised with him. 

‘Come and find me,’ she whispered, edging him closer and closer to the water ‘Let me free you from your burdens,’ she cooed, watching him fall deeper and deeper under her spell. 

He was within her grasp, she surfaced from beneath the water, scaled chest glimmering in the sunlight, a webbed hand extended for him to take. Their fingers ghosted one another, his hands were soft and warm while hers were cold and slippery, ‘Come to me, my sweet,’ she hummed melodically. She could practically feel her teeth sinking into his flesh, tearing him limb from limb, the thought sent her milky eyes rolling back into her head. 

A woman with long dark hair grasped his shoulder, pulling him from her carefully laid trance, “You mustn’t venture too close to the water, my Prince,” she said firmly. By the time he had flicked his eyes towards the other woman and back to the water, she was gone. 

“Why?” she heard him ask, standing from the waters edge, his eyes hadn’t yet left the spot where he saw her. 

“Dark creatures lurk below the surface of these waters,” the woman replied, though the conversation had become less clear the further they ventured from the water. 

The woman in the water haunted him for days after returning to Harrenhal, the word she spoke to him ringing in his ears, ‘Let me free you from your burdens,’ she had said. She was slowly consuming him, mind, body and soul, and he had no desire to break free from her hold. He would never forget the feeling of being lured by her, both horrifying and euphoric. 

He saw flashes of her everywhere, peeking around corners, the melody of birdsong and in his dark haired lover. He saw her in the pursuit of his own high, chasing her from the recesses of his mind, Alys’ face slowly morphing into the face he saw below the water. Aemond could almost feel her talons ghosting along his skin, leaving rippling heat in its wake.

The feeling of fangs pressing against the column of his throat sent him into a frenzy of thrusts, his large hands guiding the body above him. The melodic song he had heard from her, guiding him like a boat through a tempest, had driven him over the edge. ‘Aemond,’ Alys moaned, though he heard only the melodic voice of the woman in the water. 

He didn’t dare look up at her, instead he slipped from beneath her, choosing to stand at the windowsill, looking over the God’s Eye, wondering about her. Slender fingers and soft lips trailed over his shoulder and down his arm, and yet it did not stoke the fire that burned deep within him as it usually did. 

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Alys asked her nose softly nudging the nape of his neck, her hands never leaving him.

Aemond thought for a moment, “Yes,” he replied, a cold edge to his voice. 

Alys pulled away from him, recoiling from the coldness of the  response “I see,” she said, clearing her throat. “I shall leave you be, my Prince,” she continued, making her way to where her clothes lay. She dressed silently and left through the servants corridor, to remain unseen. 

—

Muffled dragon cries woke her abruptly from her slumber, she broke the surface of the water, a panicked gasp tearing from her as she looked helplessly at the sky. She looked around her, as flickering embers and ash fell from the sky, she couldn’t stay here. Today would be the day where she would face her fears and leave the safety of her pond.

She heaved herself up through the bramble that surrounded her pond, thorns pricking and scratching her tender skin, half blind from the sun. Her legs wobbled as she took a few steps before breaking out into a stumbling run, similar to that of a newborn foal. She cried out in pain as she began to run, nothing good could come from two dragons warring above, she needed to clear out of the pond, she could return when it was safe. 

The pain in her legs and feet was extraordinary, each log she cleared felt as though she was stepping on shards of glass when she landed. It was so loud, the overlapping shouts of soldiers, the clanking of armour and screeching of metal on metal, it was cacophonous; it reeked of self assured destruction. Every bone inside her wanted to turn around and leap back into the safety of her pond, but now wasn’t the time for hiding, it was the time for running. 

She veered deeper into the forest, but something made her stop to look up at the sky, to the dragons wrapping themselves around one another. She turned away once more, determined to find some other body of water to bide her time, when an ear piercing screech sent her to a screeching halt. Her breath heaved in her chest, her lungs working overtime ‘He needs you,’ a pleading voice whispered.

It was enough to send her careening towards the waters of the God’s Eye. 

The larger of the dragons was falling towards the lake, its throat had been ripped open, flames escaping the wound. If its rider was to stand any chance of living she would need to rescue him, humans didn’t live long once they entered her domain. She threw herself head first into its frigid waters, disappearing into its depths untraced. Her eyes only needed a minute to adjust to her surroundings once more, the world around her becoming a little clearer, and it would be any moment before that scaled beast would hit the water.

The crash was unimaginable, sediment and rocks flew past her as she braced herself by a sunken boulder, she could hear the sound of the heart drumming in his chest. It was now a race to find him before The Stranger did, she at the very least could follow his heart beat. She had no idea why she was putting herself in danger for a human who was supposed to be her next meal, she was designed to consume them - not save them. 

She dove deeper and deeper into the lake, the sunlight filtering away, total blackness enveloping her. Though she could not see very well above the water in the sunlight, she could see perfectly in the dark. She did not dare look at the bedrock of the lake, in fear of discovering corpses she did not wish to see. She could see the roiling bubbles ascending to the surface and the immense heat emanating from directly beneath her, she wasted no time in diving again. 

She very quickly discovered the corpse of the beast, resting peacefully in the bedrock, her rider still saddled. She stopped directly in front of him, watching his hands shake as he struggled with the chains. Malicious thoughts slithered into her head; she could feast for ages on both dragon and rider, she would have no need to think about the surface for a long time. It would be so easy, all she had to do was wait for him to drown.

No. He didn’t deserve this, at the very least she could unbind him and send him to the surface, what happened to him beyond that was not her problem. Against her better judgement, she rushed him, shoving his hands away from the ropes around his waist and ripping them away with her nails. He struggled and thrashed in her grip, using all his might to get away from her.

‘Stop struggling! I’m trying to help you!’ She hissed. He ceased his struggling immediately, having become sluggish and slow, the lack of oxygen finally taking its toll on him, leaving him weak and defenceless. Everything in her screamed at her to devour him, to gut him like a fish and swallow him whole.

A helpless groan left her as she threw his arm around her broad shoulders, heaving him up towards the rippling light of the surface. They wouldn’t be looking for his body yet, but she didn’t have long before they would be descending upon them, she’d be damned if she would die for a human. With one final forceful push of her tail, she was able to push his lithe body halfway up on to a secluded bank, her heartbeat thundering in her chest.

He wasn’t breathing. Gods, he wasn’t breathing!

With the last of her strength she threw herself up onto the bank, kneeling beside him; his heartbeat was there, but faint, she needed to work quickly if he was to survive the day. His body felt as though it was made of lead as she dragged him away from the water, the further away they were from the water, the less temptation there was. 

He had taken water into his lungs, which meant she needed to get it out as soon as possible. She opened his mouth, placing her own on his, pulling the water from his lungs mouthful after mouthful, spitting it onto the lush grass. He had other wounds, cuts and scrapes but it was nothing she couldn’t use her magic to heal. With a final mouthful of water, air rushed into his lungs, sending him bolt upright coughing and hacking. 

The movement sent her toppling over into the grass, where he descended upon her, blade against her throat. Her slender taloned fingers spread out across his face, daring to take his other eye. 

“I saved your life, and this is how you repay me? By slitting my throat?” she asked, half daring him to do it, maybe then she would get some peace. His face seemed to shift in that moment, furrowed brows relaxed his clenched jaw loosening. 

“You are right, I am sorry,” He replied, taking the blade from her throat.

The woman in front of him was full of contradictions, she was both dark and light, sharp edges and softness, terrifying and beautiful. She had almost lured him to his death one day and then saved him the very next. She held no fear in her eyes, even as he had held the blade to her throat, her beautiful, supple throat, he shook the thoughts from his head. 

“Stop looking at me like you wish to swallow me whole, and let me heal you,” she bit at him, a gentle push sending him into the plush grass. She struggled with taking his chest plate, the leather straps far too finicky for her liking she took a sharp talon to the supple leather, slicing into it. 

“No, leave me here,” he told her, trying to force her hands away. 

“You will die if I don’t tend to your wounds!” she said through gritted teeth, pulling the chest plate away and straddling him, pinning his arms underneath her legs. Her hand hovered over the gaping wound in his shoulder, a calming blue light emanating from her palm. She watched the wound pull the deep red ichor back into his body, skin stitching itself shut, leaving no trace that there was ever a wound there. 

I’d like to see his witch heal him in such a manner. 

—

They took shelter in a cave deep in the woods outside Harrenhal, out of the sight of prying eyes and away from hands that would do them harm. In the time they had spent in the cave, she had learnt that the Prince's name was Aemond and that he was not one for conversation. 

“I wish I could leave all of this behind,” Aemond whispered, his voice laced with pain and exhaustion. She sat cross legged across from him, a pleasant prickling feeling crawling up her legs from sitting in one place. 

She tilted her head to the side slightly “Why can’t you?” she asked, her brows furrowed.

“I have a duty to my family, it's a matter of honour,” was the silver haired Prince's response, his jaw twitching as his arms came to rest across his broad chest. The dim embers illuminating the way his lip twitched upward as she leant forward, to press him further.

“Your family would rather send you to die than allow you to leave?” She responded, her voice laced with disbelief, she shook her head. It slowly became clear to her about what happened just hours ago, when he demanded she leave him to die. He had wanted that fate, he would have preferred death to failure. 

Aemond pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice taking on an edge “It is about honour, as I said,” his response did not invite any further conversation between them. And for a while there was nothing but the crackle of logs on a fire and the sound of their breaths. 

“Run away with me, it's not safe for either of us here. We can board a ship tonight and be gone by morning,” she offered, they could board a ship for Essos or Yi-Ti and never be found again. She would forsake the waters of her home for him, if it meant that he could live the life he desired. 

“No,” was Aemond's immediate response, face contorting into a scowl. She was beginning to break down the barrier of duty and honour he had surrounded himself with, for without those virtues, what would he become? 

She stood from her perch on a boulder, allowing the silk shoulder cape Aemond had given her to cover herself to slip away. Exposing the mounds and valleys of her body, the scales on her legs and cheekbones catching the firelight. “Come, My Darling. Please just give me your hand,” she cooed into his ear, running her delicate fingers over his shoulder and up the column of his throat, stopping to stroke his jaw. 

And so he did. 

Thank you to my darling @sylasthegrim for beta reading this! And creating the wonderful header/moodboard!

Please reblog my work if you enjoy it! it helps keep fan fiction alive <3

[doodle-girl]

The Monsters of Eastridge: DOAI Playlist

Description: At this point, might as well make a playlist for everything. Welcome to my own personal demon-filled hell, this is mostly based on lyrics, vibes, or both 🎃 (Edit: Due to recent fixations, this now also includes some Sitcom AU stuff.)

(Yeah this is made mostly for @spookmuth but also just anyone else who’s interested in my music taste/how my thoughts work. Will update the post whenever the playlist updates, have fun! Also footnotes will be in brackets because I like footnotes)

Edit: Now on spotify! Courtesy of @witheredallium <3

Edit edit: On youtube now! (Sitcom-specific songs not included)

“Happy Face” by Jagwar Twin [I have had an animatic for this jangling around my brain for actual several months oh my god]

“Turn the Lights Off” by Tally Hall

“A1 - It’s just a burning memory” by The Caretaker [Yeah idk how well this actually fits since it’s based on a song from like. The 30s. But I think it’s obligatory for any analog horror ever lol]

"I Can't Decide" by The Scissor Sisters [This one I got inspo from havoc-bloom's playlist/clip of Pastra finding it. A few of these are, actually, lol] [Edit: I have now realized just how well this fits Clyde in the sitcom au and I am once again plagued by art ideas 👀]

"I'M Sane" by Axie [Me when I torture the innocent with horrid monsters and become one myself. but I'm a little silly about it teehee~ 😜]

"The Circus" by Toby Fox [This popped up on shuffle when I was drawing Clyde once and my brain refused to let go of the vibes™ ever since]

"Animal Cannibal (Possibly in Michigan)" by Buckshot Princess [I would've put the one by Karen Skladany but it's not on apple music 😔 sad. This cover's really nice tho]

"The Dismemberment Song" by Blue Kid [Same reasoning as "I'M Sane," nyehehe. Also this song really feels like it's ripped out of a musical number. If you told me it was I'd believe you.]

"The Mind Electric" by Miracle Musical

"Horror Show" by K-Modo [You ever just. Think about why Lankmann does the things he did? Like what's his game here?]

"Dance of Corpse (feat. Hatsune Miku)" by Kikuo [this might also spiral into an animatic lol. Anyway do me a solid and go look up the music video, turn on the official english subtitles and come back to me.]

"The Nowhere King" by The Centaurworld Cast

"Nothing Changes" by Jewelle Blackman, Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer, and Kay Trinidad [this musical makes me feel. so many things. And I just think the vibes/lyrics of "why try when you'll only end in misery" might fall into the category of vibes here idk idk]

"Murders" by Miracle Musical

"Kitchen Fork" by Jack Conte [I don't remember exactly why I put this here rn but I just know this is an Alex song. It's so beautifully haunting and passionate stg] [Edit: yeah definitely an Alex song]

"Meet Me in the Woods" by Lord Huron ['kay I know the vibes are probably off but look at the lyrics and tell me it shouldn't go here]

"A Crow's Trial" by Vane Lily [Look man I can’t explain this one exactly but just trust me on it]

"You're F****d" by Ylvis [Yeah I put this one here as a joke song. Every single character in here is SO doomed by the narrative, I'm sorry Alex but it's true. teehee~]

"UNCANNY / ft. KAFU" by kian [I actually couldn't find this one on apple music but galactinqq was right about this being an Alex song and I'm putting it on the post]

"Raising the Dead!" by Jessica Law [Styx, you madlad, this is SUCH a Lankmann song oh my god]

“Hymn for a Scarecrow” by Tally Hall [“Simon isn’t even in the series yet, though” My guy it’s called Hymn for a Scarecrow and it’s Tally Hall what else do you want me to do. I love Simon so much I miss him already <3]

“Break My Mind” by DAGames

“In the Mood” by Glenn Miller [this one was in Vol 1! So I found it and I’m putting it here <3]

“Pictures” by Kyle Allen Music [I mean technically the series is videos but whatever. This song fits sue me]

“Ruler of Everything” by Tally Hall [I saw the words “mechanical hands” on a DOAI fanart once and it jumpstarted an idea that refuses to leave me. Turns out it fits VERY well holy crap]

"I'll Be There for You (Theme from Friends)" by The Rembrandts [shoutout to froggydrawz's own sitcom AU playlist for more material for me eheheheh ✌️ I'll be putting a few of those here]

"I'm Still Standing" by Taron Egerton [sitcom exclusive because canon Alex is fucking dead /lh]

"Digital Silence" by Peter McPoland

"How Far We've Come" by Matchbox Twenty [another sitcom one nyehehehe. This AU has me by a chokehold unlike any other AU I've been into istg]

"Who is She (Reprise)" by Kimiko Glenn [I apologize for those who came here for a normie-ass DOAI playlist, I promise it started out that way but y'know that's fixations for ya. Anyways I added this one on a whim because it gave off veldigun!Alex AU vibes. Might fit with other stuff idk do with that what you will ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

"Soft Bitch" by Rio Romeo [pretty sure it was spookmuth that made a sitcom AU art inspired by this song and I love it]

"Runaway" by AURORA [secret-spirit if you see this at all just know this was your doing (/pos). This is like, my favorite AURORA song and seeing you do an Alex art in the whiteboard to this song sparked a primal "holy shit" moment in me]

"Lose Control" by Teddy Swims [I was doodling in the DOAI whiteboard when my mamá started playing this in the other room and my brain immediately went "oh my god what if Clyde and Winfrey"]

"Soft Apocalypse" by Charming Disaster [Once again, everybody give it up for Styx's music taste, this is making my brainworms go mad with art ideas 👏👏👏 sitcom AU song, btw]

Side note, might hit a word limit here? So Imma have to continue this list in a reblog, just look through those for more if ya want✌️

[pjisskullourful]

• His Canvas •

🎨 Ethan × reader

18+ readers only!! 🔥 sweet but smutty, explicit af

° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

° you have been dating Ethan for a while and you decide that he's the one you want to lose your virginity to

wordcount: 10,027

° anon request: what about loosing your virginity to Ethan and like he knows that you desperately want him but he also knows and warns you that no matter her gentle he is, you probably won’t be able to walk the next day ° gigantic shoutout to queen @faye2607 for her amazing astrological insights that helped me figure out the direction of this fic& the title is inspired by a song from her spectacular spicy playlist 💋 [send your own request in here!] [or get more control& priority by booking a commission!]

° lyrics stolen from mia martina

° [ITA:] cristo: christ

paint my body boy, i'll be your canvas. don't talk to me, just show me your talent.

The fifth date and it was time for Ethan to show you one of his hidden talents - his strong artistic skills in the medium of painting. It was payback after you had shown him your hidden talent - knowing far too much about astrology. A lunchtime date at your apartment had ended with you putting hours into doing his birth chart. He had listened intently to every word, sitting on the ground with you as you had scribbled on different scraps of paper. He hadn't had someone explain this much about the zodiac signs to him before and you could tell he was actually interested, not just nodding while mentally wishing you would shut the Hell up.

It had taken up a lot of time, in fact it had taken up the remainder of the date. He had to rush off for rehearsals, leaving you in your self-created mess of enthusiastically sharing your special interest. He had to leave before the deed could be done. 

The fourth date - you should have been sleeping with him by now. Every piece of media that you had ever consumed had told you that the third date was the magic one. A woman who didn't sleep with a man on the third date was frigid, prudish and not worth his time.

But now you were at the fifth date and you hadn't gone any further than second base. Your tongue knew his quite well at this point, but the question of what would happen if you let him do more than just unhook your bra hung heavy in the air.

He knew that you were a virgin (you had blurted this out during your second date) and it seemed he was determined to stay as respectful as possible. Potentially he was waiting for you to make the first move, but you kept finding distractions.

Was this what today's art project would be, just another distraction as you remained within your comfort zone? He had invited you to his apartment, but beyond telling you that it would include painting, you were in the dark of what he actually had planned. Was he going to teach you how to paint something? Would he ask if you could recreate the sketching scene from Titanic?

You had been to his apartment once before, but that was a quick stop in. This would be hours in his home.

It looked different to what you recalled, all of the furniture pushed out, towards the walls. In the lounge room, a large portion of the wood floors was covered by a plastic sheet. It clicked when you saw three canvases of varying sizes resting against the wall. 

He came over to stand beside where you were, your eyes trying to locate the easels. He was dressed in a tank top that already bore smears of paint, all in different colours and different stages of fading to indicate the inconsistency of their ageing. When you looked at him, it was to find he was smiling and you felt yourself put at ease.

"I figured that we should do something less formal, something fun- 'cause you said you hadn't painted since you were a kid, right?" He said. "Which means the last time you painted was for fun and that's what we wanna do here- finger painting. You don't have to do anything that's focused on perfection. It's to just play in the paint, you don't have to try to impress me. Nothing too serious."

You snickered before you could stop yourself. "Sorry. It's just… you just literally always look like every situation that you're in is the most serious thing in the whole world."

He narrowed his eyes into a glare. "Just for that- you're getting the smallest canvas."

The two of you took up a place on the ground, cross-legged and surrounded by bottles of paint of seemingly every colour. He had one canvas laid out in front of him and, in the opposite of his threat, it was the smallest of the three. You had your own sitting in front of your folded legs, at a complete loss of where to start.

"Are you ready?" He asked, tying his hair away from his face into a quick, careless bun. "Or do you need more wine to get the creativity flowing?"

You picked up a bottle of lilac paint, popping open the lid and upending it over the blank white surface. "I've got it covered."

You squirted out a generous dollop towards the bottom right corner of the canvas, pushing it up in a half-circle. Then you collected a bottle of the darkest purple in sight. You worked at creating a gradient, adding in other shades of purple to fill out the canvas.

You kept sitting back to survey your progress, looking over it and letting your sticky hands rest. You couldn't stop yourself from seeing the imperfections - the different sections were inconsistent in size, the lines that separated them too obvious.

Then your overthinking became an issue for you to critique - surely you were thinking too much and messing this whole thing up. Your critical eye was keeping you from properly connecting with this process as he had intended. You worried that you were taking too long, so much of the canvas was still bare and he must be bored.

But when you looked up, you found that he wasn't progressing far ahead of you at all. His canvas had only one corner covered in a small swatch of light blue. Instead of paying any attention to his painting, he was watching you, a small, shy smile pulling at one cheek.

At once you felt self-conscious. "What? Am I doing this so terribly wrong?"

"No, not at all." He said, still looking amused. "I'm just… don't mind me. It's nothing, I'm just curious about your process."

"Does it look like I have any kind of process?" You asked. "Wait, but what about you? Or is this part of your process- studying me like a zoo exhibit?"

"I wasn't… you're cute, okay? And I was getting distracted, 'cause I just wanted to look at you."

You felt a stirring of giddiness in your gut as you smiled at him, it made you tremble, it made you want to take action. You broke eye contact just long enough to swipe your finger through a dollop of paint. "Well, that's not what I came here to do. I wasn't told that I'd be getting googly eyes on me." You leaned forward, across the space between the two of you. "I was promised painting."

You smeared the purple paint across his cheek and he smiled, no witty retorts lined up for this scenario.

"This paint is non-toxic, right?" You asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, that's good, because…" You put a darker shade of purple on your fingers before you dragged them over his other cheek. "Sorry, I just have a thing about symmetry. It would've driven me nuts looking at just one painted cheek."

"Good, I'm glad, I would hate for you to go nuts."

You looked down at his canvas. "You look like you've hit a bit of a creative block here, huh? Do you need some help?"

"Help?" He repeated.

"Yeah, maybe it's the canvas, maybe it's the wrong, like, medium, or whatever." You said. "Maybe if you painted on something else, it could give you a different perspective on what to paint."

He furrowed his brow, tilting his head to the side. "What are you suggestin-..." His eyes grew wide as he watched your movements. "What are you...what are you doing?"

You had grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling it off from over your head. "What if you painted on me?" You pushed yourself up onto your knees.

He gazed up at you. "What do you, um, are you sure?"

"Yeah." You said with a shrug. "You said the paint was non-toxic."

He was starting to smile as you continued taking off your clothes, wriggling free of your denim shorts. "I've never really painted on someone's body, and I don't even know if this is the right paint for that. But, that could be fun. I've already kinda got an idea in mind."

"You do?" Your face flushed, your heart pounding - the way you were trembling under his gaze was more intense than usual.

"Yeah." He had grabbed a paintbrush. "I could paint a fish scale design up-and-down your legs, to kind of make you look like a mermaid, mid-transformation or something. Does that make any sense?"

You nodded. "It does and I think that sounds really cool, I'd love to get turned into a mermaid."

"Okay." He picked up the mostly-blank canvas and moved it away, clearing the space in front of him, right before his folded legs. "Sit here and you can just stretch your legs out, or you can lay down if that's more comfortable."

You considered making a joke out of asking if he wanted you to spread your legs. But the words got stuck in your throat. You could feel the anticipation was thick in the air between the two of you and you were silently grateful that you had put on a cute, matching pair of lingerie. 

It was the first time he was seeing your underwear, it was the first time anyone was seeing your underwear. You had been expecting this moment, both excited for and nervous over it. Your body had always been your secret, all of the parts that you didn’t like could be kept hidden.

But now you were exposing and entrusting yourself to him. You knew that he’d dated skinnier girls. Maybe there had been girls who could keep up with him in the gym - girls who had contoured muscles, where you had curves.

But if he noticed your stretch marks, it was for less than a second. His gaze spent most time on your face - this was where he was studying, trying to read what you weren’t saying.

You sat down with him on your left side, stretching your legs out straight in front of you. “Paint me like one of your French fishies.”

“Do you have any colour palette in mind?” He asked.

“None whatsoever.”

He had picked up one of the mixing trays, resting this on his knee, before he started to grab at different bottles of paint. “You started with purple over there, which I appreciate, ‘cause that’s my favourite colour. We could have these warm-toned purples…” He showed each colour to you. “And what I think would also look great, adding in some oranges. Again, in these warm-tones, ‘cause that’ll match the warm colour of your eyes.”

You smiled, he hadn’t required a second look to confirm the colour of your eyes. He already knew this detail beyond a shadow of a doubt. “That sounds good to me.”

He prepared the colours, squirting a few generous dollops onto the palette. You were experiencing what was the opposite of leering - there had been men on the street that had stared at your body for a greater length of time.

“If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, like if I put my hand somewhere that you don’t want it or anything- please, tell me straight away and I’ll stop, no explanation needed, I’ll just…” He demonstrated how quickly he could raise his hands into the air, making you chuckle a little, reminding you of a criminal getting a gun pointed at them. “Okay?”

You nodded with a smile. “Okay, thank you.”

He had wet the bristles of the brush with the purple paint, but he touched your skin with his fingertips. “Are there any ticklish or otherwise sensitive spots that I should avoid?”

You bit into your lip, it didn’t matter how respectful his gaze was, he was still able to make you blush. “No, you can touch me wherever.” His hand halted on your knee, his eyes growing wider. “I mean, when you’re painting, uh, when you’re painting on my legs.”

“Good to know.” He said, his hand holding firm to your knee as his fingers caressed over your skin.

When he did start painting on you, it seemed that he was picking the safest zone possible - creating his first cross over your ankle, the outside of your ankle. In precise strokes, he painted higher up your leg, the purple lines evenly spaced in a uniform pattern.

But watching the painting as it developed on your skin couldn’t hold your interest for very long. Soon, you had found something better to focus on.

“Now who’s studying who like an exhibit at the zoo?” He asked, meeting your eye as he paused to dip his brush back into the paint.

You let out an exaggerated sigh. “Where am I supposed to look, Ethan? You’re right in front of my face.”

“Are you complaining about that?”

“No…” You said, your voice smaller than before as you temporarily looked back to where he was progressing. “I would never complain about having you so close to my face.”

He was smiling as he readjusted how he was holding your leg steady, with his hand gliding up your skin until he could hold you firmly at the underside of your knee. “You’re so cute.”

Even beyond where he was touching, you could feel your skin heating up. “Really? You still think I’m cute, even after I smeared paint on you for literally no reason?”

“No, you had a reason.” He said, his paintbrush beginning to apply colour across your kneecap. “You were being cheeky, which does add to the whole cuteness factor you’ve got going. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you attacked me with paint, but I just hadn’t expected the date to go this way.”

“Is that so?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

The top of your knee was covered, but he didn’t move onto your thigh as you had been hoping. Instead he was guiding your leg over, allowing him to start on the other side of your ankle.

“Yep.”

“You didn’t plan this date- this quite messy date, to have the risk of my clothes getting dirty, so that you could offer to clean them at once?”

“No, I would never try to trick you out of your clothes.” He said.

“You wouldn’t have to trick me.” You said in response to the earnest look on his face. “You could just ask.”

“Apparently I don’t even have to do that.” He joked as he gestured to your current state of undress, making you giggle. “I’m really glad that you feel comfortable enough to sit here with me like this…”

You shrugged. “Comfortable, waiting for any excuse to take my clothes off in front of you. Same thing, right?”

His eyes were wider as he got distracted from turning you into a mermaid again, all of his attention placed on reading your body language. “Oh, is that what you were angling for?”

You sucked on the inside of your cheek, a warm blush taking over your face. “Will it make you think less of me if I say yes?”

He placed the brush and palette aside, covering your unpainted knee with his hand. “Not at all.” The way his soulful eyes gazed into yours, there was no doubting his sincerity. “There is something very sexy about a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to communicate that.”

The change in adjective felt significant and now you were really blushing. “Not cute?”

“No, I meant what I said, sexy.” He said. “I think you’re sexy. I was thinkin’ that before you took your clothes off and I’ll still find you sexy when your clothes are on again.”

You smiled, feeling your heart overflowing with so many giddy emotions. But none of these could be translated into words, there was a lack of efficient language in your head right now.

You endeavoured to let your actions speak for you instead, planting a hand on either side of his face and drawing him in closer. You were still grinning as your lips met, with your fingers caressing his cheeks while one of his hands moved into your hair. Your chest swelled, the excitement pumping through your system faster than ever.

He put his arm around your waist and your bodies were even closer as he followed the hungry rhythm that you set. You grasped his shoulders as you felt yourself in what could have been familiar territory - you were comfortable kissing him, he had told you what he liked, you didn’t get nervous over this level of intimacy.

But the thoughts rushing through your mind kept you feeling that this was only half-familiar. You sunk into every sensation, but you were thinking of what else you could feel. The excitement was at a dizzying height and your breath grew shallower as you prepared for a diversion from regular indulgences. His hand on your back touched to where your bra was clasped shut, but it moved away far too quickly.

You pulled away, licking your lips. His eyes remained shut and you saw him remaining in that moment. You craved to know how the desire felt for him - what would you have to do to get him to share it?

“I believe you that this wasn’t how you wanted the date to go, but now that this is how it’s going…” You said, shifting in your dampened panties. “Can we let it go further?” His eyes had fluttered open as he held his hands at the middle of your back - if you had been clothed and in public, this wouldn’t have drawn stares that questioned the appropriateness.

“I wanna sleep with you.” You said as his eyes studied your face, trying to pick out the nonverbal cues he had learnt as you got to know one another. “Can we have sex?”

“You don’t wanna be a mermaid?” He asked.

You smiled as you replied. “Not anymore, I wanna be the girl who gets to say that you’re her first.”

His hand went to your cheek, drawing you in for more kisses. There were butterflies in your stomach, you were so thrilled that he hadn’t rejected you. You savoured each kiss, feeling how it was leading to something more, something grander.

“I want you.” He said, his lips remaining very close to yours. “I want you to show- will you show me how to make you feel good?” His eyes were staring directly into yours. “Will you show me the secrets of your body?”

The intensity of his gaze only heightened the impact of his words, making you start to lose your breath. “Yes, I want you to have them.”

His lips brushed against yours, making your eyes flutter shut before he whispered to you. “All of your secrets are safe with me. Do you wanna lay down and get comfortable for me?”

You didn’t suggest a change in setting, you paid little to no attention to all of the paint supplies surrounding you. You moved out of his embrace, ignoring the crinkling sounds that the drop-sheet made as you started to lie down. Flat on your back, you kept your eyes on him and the thoughtful expression that he wore.

He came over to sit beside your hip, keeping his hands to himself for the moment. “You don’t have to get totally naked if you don’t want to. There’s no need to take your underwear off if you aren’t comfortable with that.”

You readjusted, moving your hands up to the clasp of your bra because you were practically naked already and this felt like the next logical step. You took your bra off and his eyes travelled down to this part of your body, taking in more than anyone else had. You bit into your lower lip as you picked up the waistband of your panties, moving them down, until you could kick them off.

Your whole body was buzzing with adrenaline and you weren’t entirely sure how to act now that you were so far out of your depth. But he was there, so at least you weren’t facing this on your own.

“You can just tell me, at literally any second, if you aren’t enjoying yourself or if something makes you uncomfortable, okay? I need you to know that.” He said.

“Okay.” You said with a nod. “Do you think that you could take your shirt off? Just so that I’m not the only naked one.”

“Of course.” Instantly he grabbed for the bottom of his shirt.

You watched this keenly, a smile forming on your lips as your eyes moved over that perfect torso. “Nice.”

He chuckled as he tossed the shirt off to the side, some of his hair fell loose from the tie in this process. He smiled when your eyes met again. “Do a big stretch for me, okay?” He raised his arms up above his head and you copied this demonstration. You stretched all the way down to your feet, even pointing your toes. “Good. Do you feel that tension melting off of your body?”

“Yeah.” You said. “So, what is it that you wanted me to do exactly?”

“I wanna know how to treat you the way that you like, so if you wouldn’t mind giving me a kind of tutorial by touching yourself. Only if you want to. I think it will help you relax and it puts you in control of the situation, which is how I want it to be.” He said.

“Okay.” You said and you laid a hand down over your bare cunt. You weren’t sure how to start, but you knew that your pussy was getting desperate for attention.

You could see the encouragement in his eyes and you moved your thighs a little further apart. Touching lightly, you used your fingers to explore the curves of your crotch. You could feel how heated this area was as your fingers brushed over the tight curls of hair.

You massaged your labia, just letting the blood pool in this area for a moment. He leaned down alongside you, using an elbow to keep himself somewhat propped up. He seemed unable to determine where to rest his eyes, looking from your pussy to your face and back again, the most thorough audience you could ever have.

You slipped your hand down lower, extending two of your fingers. With these, you sought out your entrance. You weren’t surprised to find just how wet your cunt was as you moved your fingers for the hole. You spread yourself open with the tips of your fingers.

He leaned in closer, his breath warming your face before you felt his lips caressing yours. You kissed him back as you ran your fingers up-and-down the sides of your entrance. He broke away only slightly, murmuring against your lips. "Take your time, okay?" You kept your fingers in their steady motion as he looked into your eyes. "There's absolutely no hurry."

You nodded, unable to think of anything to say right now. He remained close, kissing you slowly, with little breaks in between so that he could keep watching you. You guided the tips of your fingers inside of your wet walls. You maintained control, only going in slightly, just to get your fingers coated in the eager moisture.

You took your fingers up, gliding them up to your clit. With your thighs clenching, you began playing with the sensitive bud. It felt exciting and dreamy straight away, making you want to keep going. He put one hand to the back of your head, cradling you here as his eyes moved from your face to your pussy again, almost like a pendulum swinging back-and-forth.

You rubbed the hood up-and-down, taken in by the building sensations. He was seemingly transfixed by you and you let him see you squirm. Your chest was tight and you started to press a little more firmly.

You didn't stop to question yourself, or give time for shame to sink in, instead you somewhat confidently followed what felt good. You swirled the tips of your wet fingers around your clit, making yourself quiver in the process. You kept going as your knees shook and he began pressing kisses to your lips again. You slipped into the momentum with him, your mouths moving in sync with one another.

You stopped your swirling, seeking out a different kind of stimulation. You extended your middle finger and moved your hand down, until you could penetrate your cunt. You went in properly this time, whimpering against his mouth as you pushed in deeper.

His curiosity prompted him to break the kiss and he looked down at your progress. Lightly, he placed his hand over the wrist of your occupied hand. “Does that feel good?”

It took effort to swallow. You were sure that your eyes and reactions were giving away your enjoyment. But he wanted to hear it. And that was intimidating, you weren't accustomed to speaking during masturbation. He wanted you to expose what you were truly feeling, inviting you to savour something you could occasionally feel ashamed of.

But you felt soothed, trusting he would take care of you and whatever you offered to him.

“Mm-hmm, yeah. I really like the way it feels.” You said.

“Do you wanna keep going?” He asked.

“Definitely.”

He smiled and pressed his lips to yours. “Show me more.”

You had started to move your finger, going back-and-forth between your receptive inner-walls. He kissed you more, at the same time his hand was leaving your wrist, moving to cover your hand. He was just shadowing you at first, getting a sense of the momentum you had established.

Then you felt him properly grip your hand, this was followed by him adding to your pumps, guiding you to more defined conclusions. You couldn't determine if it was his influence or not, but you began to increase your speed. This allowed you to tap into some wonderful friction.

As you kissed him back, you could feel your gut tightening because you were anticipating the next level of this pleasure. You couldn't help it. You were feeling confident that an orgasm would happen, but first you needed to get through that intimidating loss of control, marked by wild tremors. It was all getting closer, you were sure of it.

“What do you usually do next? Do you go in deeper and try to get your g-spot?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah, I do.” You said, keeping your eyes shut.

“Do you wanna show me, baby?”

Your breath shook, not filling your lungs as much as you hoped for. “Mm-hmm.”

His hand remained attached to yours as you began extending your finger in deeper. You concentrated on moving it the right way, bringing your other fingers flush to your wet labia. He was too distracted by watching you to kiss you presently. Your breath skipped again-and-again as you strived for consistency.

You found the sweet spot, warmth blooming into your tummy in response.

But you didn't get fixated on this stimulation. You moved your hand, acting on an impulse before you could overthink it and get scared. You removed your finger so that you could change the way his hand held yours, you relocated his hand to the bottom. Now your hand was going to guide his as he gained uninterrupted access to your bare skin. You pressed your finger into the back of his middle finger, giving him the indication that this was the one you wanted.

He didn’t rush, letting his finger get slowly swallowed by the warmth of your pussy. He took a moment to watch what he was doing.

When his eyes moved back to your face, you felt like you could have immediately caught fire under his gaze. It was intense, so intense that you didn’t know what to do.

Your only solution was to return his intensity by kissing him. You wrapped your arm around him and lifted your torso from the floor a little. You shut your eyes as you captured his lips with yours. You enjoyed a kiss that felt like it didn’t have to end - both of you had nothing but time to explore this new level of intimacy, which kept your heart fluttering.

You preferred the feeling of his finger in your cunt. Your appreciation for the thicker digit only increased when he began to curl it, reaching up once he was in deep enough. A little whine left your mouth because you were feeling amazed over how easily he had found your g-spot.

Even more amazing was what he could do with it. Dazzling tingles were spread all throughout your body as he ended every plunge of his finger by colliding with your g-spot. As he steadily worked his finger back-and-forth between your inner-walls he made you wait to feel the tip of his finger in that magical spot again. The anticipation made you squirm. And it was always worth the wait.

You couldn’t help the way that your hips started to move, excited little thrusts that worked to their own pacing. When you weren’t actively thrusting, there were twitches and shivers that took over your body. You clung to him even tighter, your fingernails pressing against his skin.

You were moaning before your mouths separated, the sound only getting louder once the kiss had ended. You held your eyes shut, trying to come to terms with the pressure that was building up at such a deep point inside of you. It was going to get overwhelming, already proving to be inescapable.

“Is-... does that feel good?” He asked.

You gave a little laugh. “Yeah, it’s-... do you really need to ask me that?” You met his gaze. “I thought it would be obvious that I’m liking it.”

A sly smile came onto his face as the movement of his fingers eased off slightly (it felt like he was giving you a chance to think, how considerate). “Well, yeah. But do you have any idea how sexy it would be to hear you saying all the things that you’re feeling and enjoying, the things you’ve never shared with anyone else before?”

“That sounds dirty.” You said.

“Yeah, you could call it dirty talk.” He said and you almost felt like laughing again. “Did you want to try it for me?”

You hesitated. “What if I’m not good at it?”

The first part of his response was to kiss you. “Don’t think so much about it, baby. It’s the honesty that makes it sexy, you don’t have to be poetic, or even grammatically correct. And no matter what you say, I will not laugh at you. I promise.”

You nodded as you looked into his eyes, not doubting him for a fraction of a second. His words were immediately believable because he almost always looked so damn serious.

“Okay.” You said, moving in closer to him and closing your eyes, this made it easier to feel like you could lose yourself in all of this.

You kissed him, trying to think without falling victim to overthinking. He let you feel more stroking from his finger and this helped you break free of any thought cycles. You caressed his cheek as his massaging continued to give you indescribable sensations.

“You can go faster…” You said, unable to get your voice above a whisper. “I wuh-... would you go faster for me?”

“Of course, I’ll do anything you want.” He murmured against your lips, his words quickly followed by kisses.

He pumped his finger with more speed and maybe he went in deeper too. This prompted more eager whines to swell up in you and he consumed them all instantaneously.

You had never felt closer to anyone else, you thought you might stay on this high for at least a day, maybe longer. “You’re making me… that feels so good.”

“Good, baby, that’s exactly what I want.” He said, his voice was the perfect companion to all of the sensations rushing you. “Can I try a second finger?”

“Yep, I wanna try that.” You said.

His lips went to your very warm cheek as he retracted his finger, just the tip of it held by your cunt. Then he eased a second fingertip into this space.

Slowly he extended both fingers and your cunt adjusted for this. He didn’t rush for depth and you felt a new kind of warmth rushing out from your core, reaching down both legs. It was decadent, inviting you into the sweet surrender.

“Breathe deep.” He said in between kissing on your cheek.

You did this, your chest trembling in the process. At the same time you were feeling his fingers going deeper. You followed with another deep breath while your attention was primarily consumed by the gentle spreading of your cunt. It was more important than your breathing rate currently was.

“Is that too much?” He asked.

“No, I like it.” You said.

“That’s perfect.” He breathed into your ear.

He wasn’t stopping, there was still more of his fingers to fill you. Your cunt continued to accommodate this with the eagerness that you felt with each heartbeat. There was a pressure starting in the deepest part of you and you knew exactly what it could lead to.

Once his fingers were entirely buried inside, he tensed them. Then they curled and he was reaching for a different angle. Your breath caught when you realised he was going for your sweet spot again.

Both of his fingertips crashed into your g-spot, making your head fall back. You latched your hands onto him, gripping with all of your strength. You arched your back, feeling even more pressure at your core.

“Oh, Ethan…” You rasped as he brought motion into his fingers, bringing them back so that he could repeatedly push into your sweet spot.

Your hips were rocking again. Your movements weren’t perfectly synchronised to him, you didn’t have the coordination for that. This was just about using some of the powerful energy in your body, and the bits of friction you earned felt like an extra reward.

“Do you wanna come?” He asked.

“Yeah, yes, I do, I really wanna.” You said.

He moved his fingers faster again, until his treatment of your sweet spot was relentless. You could feel yourself beginning to fall apart, your sensitivities absolutely dominating you.

“Alright then, come for me.” He said.

Your eyes fluttered open to find him watching you, a careful stare that noticed every reaction. You were too filled with ecstasy to get weighed down with the insecurity that you would look ugly as you orgasmed. You let any thinking like that go.

And before too long, the pressure inside of you was snapping. You swore as your body jerked into his. It felt like all of your muscles were melting and you were grateful for his arm around you to keep you at least a little steady.

He pulled his fingers out of you, enabling him to wrap his other arm around you. As the warmth of your release started to peter out, the warmth of his body comforted you. His lips covered your forehead with kisses as you started to catch your breath again.

“Good girl.” He whispered. And even though this was the first time you had heard this, you immediately liked its sound. “You’re such a good girl…” You had started to smile, feeling like you had earned this compliment. “Good fucking girl.”

“That felt amazing.” You said, still elevated by the tingles in your body.

“Thank you for sharing your secrets with me.” He said and you lifted your head as you began to keep your eyes open for longer. “I appreciate it.”

You were infatuated by the high that filled you, and it had spawned from him. You caressed his cheek as you admired him. “What about your secrets?”

He furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, it can’t just be all about me. What about how you’re feeling? I hope that got you turned on.” You said.

“Oh, it did, it really did. You don’t have to worry about that.” He quickly told you.

“Good.” You said and you placed a kiss on his lips. “So, don’t you wanna have sex?”

“No, I do, I definitely do. The idea of being your first is appealing to me, very appealing.” He said. “But I don’t wanna overwhelm you.”

You sat up, feeling more assertive. You put your hands on his cheeks and kissed him. “Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing. In this context, being overwhelmed could be a great, fun thing, right?” You gave him some more kisses. “I know that some people really like overwhelming their partners. It’s okay if that’s a thing you aren’t really into. But I’m not against-”

“It’s not that I’m not into…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Even if we put that aside, approval or disapproval, whatever. Beyond that, no matter what I do, no matter how gentle I try to be: it’s going to hurt you. That’s just the nature of first times, and I only want to make you feel good.”

“It can’t be that bad.” You said while you were still feeling brave.

“You might not be able to walk tomorrow.” He said.

This was such a dramatic statement that you couldn’t help the way you burst out laughing. This was something that would get said in porn, not real life. It was so unexpected and over the top that you couldn’t take it seriously, not at first.

Then you realised that he wasn’t laughing with you. He wasn’t smiling, not even a little bit.

Feeling awkward, you raised a hand up to cover your mouth as you started to get your laughter under control. As the sound died down, he continued to look at you with that serious expression.

“Sorry, I really thought that you were joking.” You said.

“No, I’m just trying to prepare you for what will probably happen if we sleep together.” He said.

As it got clearer that he wasn’t going to reveal this as some sort of prank, you tried to wrap your head around what he was actually saying. It seemed that he meant these words he was saying, so you needed to figure out how that made you feel. It was difficult to know how to respond to something so unexpected.

“Honestly, I don’t know-... I don’t get it. How is losing my virginity gonna affect my ability to walk?” You asked.

He cast his eyes down, taking an extra moment to gather his thoughts as he swallowed. “It’s ‘cause you wanna lose it to me. And I’m…” He hesitated, sighing. “This is gonna make me sound like such a fucking douchebag. But I’m- well, it’s kinda big. And your pussy, and your body are gonna go from nothing to a lot. It could turn out to be more than you can take.”

You definitely didn’t feel like laughing now. “Shouldn’t it be up to me to decide what I can or can’t take?”

“Baby…” He sighed.

You put your hands to his cheeks, easing him into looking up at you, meeting your eye again. “I appreciate you trying to, like, warn me. But I’m not worried like you are, and I don’t want to get into that headspace. I don’t have work or any kind of plans for tomorrow, so I can spend the entire day in bed, off my feet if I need to. I believe this will be worth it.”

You saw his lips part and you rushed to add another point before it was his turn to talk. “Please don’t ask me if I’m sure, because I definitely am. I couldn’t be anymore sure than I am of the fact that I wanna lose my virginity with you.”

“You’re really sexy when you’re all assertive like this.” He said, hints of a smile coming onto his face. “I can’t say that I’m not attracted to this side of you.”

“Explore it with me.” You said, inching closer to him as you were feeling encouraged again. “Stop worrying and just…”

You concluded your thought by putting your lips to his. To you, everything was so clear in that kiss.

But he gently broke it before you were ready for it. “Not here.”

He secured your hand in his then started to get up from the ground. You were grinning as you stood up as well. He led the way and you keenly kept up with him, heading for the hallway that led to his bedroom.

You had only been passing by this room before. The uncharted territory was very exciting.

He walked toward the bed, but turned to you rather than sitting or lying down. His eyes appraised you and you felt quivers throughout your body as his hands caressed your naked sides.

He licked his lips as you eased yourself in closer, feeling his body heat touching your skin again. He let you initiate the next kiss, stepping up the intimacy. He kissed you back as you put your hands on his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you, bringing you to press against him. As you enjoyed this closeness, you got the sense that he had stopped being so consumed by his worries. And so you didn’t have to keep yourself prepared for this embrace to end at any second.

You slid your tongue past his lips, tasting him deeper. At the same time he trailed his fingertips down your back. You felt so secure with him like this, even though you couldn’t predict what he was going to do next.

He didn’t rush you to progress, it seemed that he was perfectly happy to just go on kissing you. You tapped into your assertive streak, initiating the next step as you desired it. You moved your hands to the top of his chest and pushed, only separating from his mouth once it was absolutely necessary.

He knew what you wanted without you having to speak. He backed up a couple of steps. Once he was close enough, you gave him a proper shove, getting him to fall back and land on the bed, his hair (which had come completely loose at some point) fanned out in the air around his head. Before he could get settled, you proceeded to place yourself on top of him. He put his hands on your body, supporting you as you climbed on top, bracing yourself with a knee on either side of his hips.

He gathered your hair up in his hands, holding it away from your face as you swooped down to capture his lips. As you kept kissing him, you pressed more of your body into him, gradually bringing more of your weight to rest on him.

When you eased your tongue into his mouth again, he moved his hand to the back of your head, encouraging you as he gently held you in place. Serving your greediness, you started to grind your body on him. At the same time you were massaging your tongue on the roof of his mouth. You could feel his body responding to you and it invigorated you. 

“You’re so perfect.” He said as you moved your lips lower, exploring onto his chin, and then throat. “Your sexiness: I can hardly believe it’s real.”

You paused, so surprised that you had to look at him. “How do you think I feel when I’m looking at you? You’re so unbelievable, Ethan.”

He gave you a quick kiss. “We can stop anytime you need to.”

“Thank you. But that feels like the opposite of what I need.” You said. “Please keep talking to me. Through the whole thing: please just talk to me, that’s what I need. But not like I’m a virgin that you have to over-explain everything to. Talk to me like I’m any other girl.”

“But you’re not any other girl.” He said.

Whatever you had been planning to say next promptly went flying out of your head. As you stared at him in the aftermath of that statement, you felt like you could have melted. You rushed to memorise these unexpected words.

A moment was necessary to gather yourself. “Just don’t feel like you can’t do shit with me. I don’t know what I don’t like, not really. So I wanna try heaps of stuff, everything. It’s gonna be amazing for me, no matter what. But I want it to be amazing and fun for you too.”

He lifted himself up a little, kissing you. “It already is, babe.”

He wrapped his arms around you as he readjusted, getting himself into a sitting position. Your body was controlled, ultimately moved off of his. He guided you onto the bed, then showed you that he wanted you to lay down on a pillow. You complied, getting comfortable as his attention went to the nightstand.

“I’ve got a lubricated condom here.” He said and you saw the small, packaged item now in his hand. “That should help us with, um, the fit. But if it starts to hurt, I need you to tell-...”

You placed your hand over his, giving it a brief squeeze to ensure that you had his attention. “I will. Could I see it, so I know what I’m preparing myself for?”

He held the square wrapper up for your benefit. “It says extra lube on the packet, but I’m sure it looks just the same as any other condom.”

“Uh-huh, I meant your cock.” You said. “And I think you know that. Please? You’ve been seeing me naked for hours now.”

He bobbed his head as he moved his hands down to the fly of his jeans. “Okay, you’re right.”

You did your best to affix your poker face (you hoped it was enough to convince him that you weren’t intimidated, as it was enough to convince your co-workers that you were genuinely interested in small talk with them).

He got the pants undone and down. As he removed them altogether, your eyes went to the shape that was pressing against the inside of his briefs. Your breath came in a little quicker as you properly registered the fact that you were about to see something you had fantasized about many times.

He started to take the underwear down, and quite quickly his cock sprung free. Your eyes grew wide because it was big - he hadn’t been over-exaggerating from a place of ego. You thought that both of your hands wrapped around it wouldn’t be enough to cover the entire length.

“Do you remember what I was saying a couple of minutes ago- about how you’re unbelievable” You asked as he removed his briefs. “Yep, I’m very confident that I chose the right word.”

He smiled, looking bashful. “Thanks, babe. We can take it as slowly as you like, I don’t want it to be too much for you.”

You parted your legs, creating a space that he could fill. “What if I want it to be too much?”

“You’re very ambitious, huh?” He asked as he tore into the condom wrapper. “Is that something that was covered in your birth chart?”

“Oh yeah, it’s in there. Does the ambition take away from my sexiness, or does it add to it?” You asked. You were hoping it wasn’t making you seem rude the way you couldn’t consistently make eye contact with him. You were getting distracted by watching him put the condom onto his erection.

“Adds to.” He said with a decisive nod. “Nothing could take away from how sexy you are.”

He got all of his shaft covered, then he started to lie down with you. He took his turn to be on top, kissing you as he settled into this new position.

You had never felt his body like this before, with nothing to interrupt or distract from the sensation of skin-on-skin. You didn’t mind the way this kept you from totally filling your lungs. Instead your focus went to noticing the brand new spots where you could feel his body connecting with yours. You were excited by what you didn’t know, rather than intimidated. You wrapped your arms around him, thrilled by the possibilities to be explored.

“Mm.” You hummed against his lips. “Are you gonna show me the secrets of your body?”

He caressed your hip, giving it some experimental squeezes, which you were definitely enjoying. “Yes, I’m gonna for you, my good girl.”

The hints of possessiveness in his tone pleased you, added to the intoxicating feeling in your head. You kissed him because you didn’t have any words worthy of saying right now. You knew you wouldn’t be able to express how marvellous it felt being wanted more so than you ever had been before.

He did some readjusting in the space between your legs, only one of his hands held onto you as he altered how his body weight rested on you. This led to you feeling something new pressing against you, high up on your inner-thigh. It took you a moment to recognise that this was his erection. The realisation made your heart skip over some beats.

The curiosity was burning through you. But you weren’t left waiting long to feel his dick on your crotch, being directed to your entrance. You kept kissing him, concentrating on what you knew you could handle.

You felt some pressure at your entrance, but it didn’t progress to anything more than that. You thought his hesitation had everything to do with you. Without separating from his lips, you showed him that you were ready for more by grinding your hips on his.

Your eagerness only grew with the tentative tempo that you moved your hips with. You could feel how sensitive from the earlier orgasm your pussy still was. The blood rushing back into this area made you notice a throbbing.

You got your hips lined up in a way that allowed you to drag your pussy up-and-down his shaft. You rubbed your wet heat along him, prompting him to wrap an arm around your middle, holding you firm to his body. The sounds of your lips meeting was soon accompanied by his quick inhales.

Your confidence in your movements was continuing to grow, but he was soon interrupting by drawing his hips away. There was some distance between your bodies, and you instantly disliked it.

But before you could figure out how to fix it, he was coming back to you. The first thing you felt was his cock, the tip pressing into your cunt. He didn’t pull it back this time. Instead you got to feel the increasing pressure that came from him beginning to fill into you.

You clung to him tighter than before, depending on the security of his embrace through these brand new sensations.

He paused while there was still more length to be buried into you, his arms tensed as he braced himself. “You okay, baby?”

Your heart was racing and you could feel quivers rushing through your system as you stood on the precipice of more. “Yeah, yep, I can take it.”

“Breathe deep.” He said, those serious eyes watching you carefully.

You nodded, but this very simple instruction took more effort than usual to complete. Your chest slowly inflated as you drew in a shaky breath. Your eyes fluttered shut and you moved your focus to how the breath felt.

As you were exhaling you felt him move closer, pushing in deeper. The pressure seemed to become more evenly distributed through your body, a presence you had to acknowledge.

“Good girl.” He said, inserting more of his length gently. “Do you like it?”

It was all-encompassing and the hints of intimidation only added to your excitement. Everything you were feeling was brand new, an intensity you had never achieved before.

And you knew you wouldn’t be the same after this.

“Yes, I really do.” You said.

He smiled, while appearing just as serious as he always did. He kissed you softly and you immediately responded, parting your lips and showing him more passion.

A moan was passed from your mouth to his as you felt him coming deeper again. One of your hands went to the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair. Your body was burning for him as you tried to prepare yourself for more.

His tip gently spread you further and you sucked on his top lip in response. More needy little sounds built up in your throat as your pussy adjusted to him.

With his lips still touching yours, he spoke. “You feel so good and you’re doing really well for me.”

You were continuously clenching and relaxing for him, your body’s only priority was to accommodate him. His kisses moved down to your throat again. Your mouth stayed open, trying to reclaim some air for your lungs.

He slid an arm beneath your body, lifting you from the bed. Locked in his embrace, you felt how he started to move, no longer just filling you. Between your sensitive walls, he rocked his dick, hitting new spots, all of them so receptive.

You swore under your breath as you marvelled at how perfect this motion felt. It was accelerating everything, while still giving you moments to slightly recover.

Your fingers clenched around the strands of his hair when he got a little faster. He moved with less hesitation, showing you more of what he could do with this determined rhythm. Your system pumped a gooey-kind of warmth through your body, the pleasure affecting so much of you.

He whined against your skin as he powered deeper. Your body jerked up into his as you were surprised by a new level of intensity.

“Uh, Ethan…” The syllables came out as strangled noises - nothing like how you were used to hearing your own voice.

“Are you gonna come for me again?” He asked and you felt his firm hand caressing the side of your face.

Opening your eyes to find him staring at you made your heart do a somersault and it felt like your knees turned to jelly. But you felt so safe, he didn’t need to say it.

“I want to.” You said and you turned your head, repositioning your mouth so that you could lick his thumb. “I really want to. But I want you to come, so badly.” You wrapped your lips around his thumb, giving it a brief suck. “Please, I want it. I want you to come.”

He gasped and you saw a new look in his eyes as you sucked more. Had he started to pump into you harder, or were you just getting more sensitive to his movements?

“Yeah, I- fuck, I will, baby. I’ll tell you when I’m getting close.” He said.

You kept his thumb in your mouth. You did your best to hold your eyes open, wanting to see the reactions dawning on his face. His responses, even in their subtlety, made you feel like you were doing it right, something you hadn’t expected.

“It’s not hurting?” He asked.

“Fuck no.” You said as quickly as you could.

He showed you a relieved smile, still working his hips into yours. His thumb left your mouth as he moved his hand lower, grabbing your hip.

“Baby…” He cooed. “Can you follow my lead?”

“Mm, uh-huh.” You said, knowing he would make sure this was something you could handle.

“Good. Move with me.” He said, and with a pull on your hip, he got you to rock up. “Mmn, yep, keep moving just like that.” You repeated the motion, feeling less uncoordinated than before. Then he was matching his movements to yours, adopting a different pace. “That's good. Yes, that's good. Do you like it?”

“Yeah.” You said, finding you could slip into a momentum without too much difficulty. To help brace yourself, you laid your hands against his sculpted chest. “I really fucking like it, Ethan.”

He held an arm under your body, supporting you away from the mattress and guiding more of you into the tempo. You were proud when you could consistently match him, your inexperience wasn’t leaving you behind.

The way your bodies matched felt Heavenly. The synergy was more than you had anticipated, feeding into the desire that burnt in your gut. You thought that every place where your skin met his would be marked with this lust for hours afterwards.

“This tight pussy was worth the wait.” He said.

He moved you into rocking quicker and you could pick up this tempo, feeling confident that this motion was something maintainable. It heightened the pleasure, your heart going faster because your widespread tingles were gaining power. You felt the excitement everywhere, your body becoming primed for the release.

With every movement creating more thrilling sensations, you started to go quicker, wanting to lessen the time spent between those rewarding peaks. You rutted yourself into him at your new, energetic tempo.

When he began matching you, he glided in deeper and made contact with your g-spot. Fireworks filled up your mind and your lungs froze around the current breath. Before he rocked back, you thought you could lose yourself entirely.

His next pound concluded at your sweet spot as well, then the next and you were soon consistently seeing fireworks. Keeping quiet was no longer an option, not while your composure was being turned into shreds. You wordlessly sobbed, getting louder than the sounds of your bodies collisions.

“Don’t stop, please.” You begged before he could have the chance to pause and check in with you. “Please don’t stop, please, please, baby please. Don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop.”

He didn’t falter, not missing a single jolt. You weren’t able to keep your eyes constantly open. But when you did gain a glance at him, you saw the expression on his handsome face, it was full of concentration and looked similar to clips you had seen of him drumming an especially intense part of one of his songs. It didn’t matter when you looked, he was always watching you.

“I know you’re getting close.” He said between little grunts of effort. “I can see that you’re fucking blissed out, it’s so gorgeous. So, so fucking gorgeous and sexy…”

The pressure was so intense that it felt like it could split you in half. But that wasn’t enough to make you stop. You remained invested in this rewarding momentum.

“Come for me.” He coached in a strained whisper. “You’re right there, I know you are. Come for me like the good girl you are.” It started to sound like a chant and you were shuddering wildly against him. “Come, cuh-um…”

Something so deep inside of you burst, a significant rupture and you instantly let everything go. You threw your head back and cried out in triumph. You lost yourself entirely, feeling the most powerful afterglow of your life.

He whimpered and groaned, writhing against your overworked body. But it was only for a moment longer. Then he pressed himself against you, swearing and saying your name as he completely dropped out of the rhythm.

“Cristo…” He sighed as he rocked his body weight back from you.

You were satisfied, but tender. Parts of your body ached and throbbed with slight hints of pain. The exertion had been incredible and you thought it could take longer than an hour for you to start feeling any energy returning.

He murmured your name and you looked to find him surveying you with a deeply concerned expression. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I promise I am. I’m just… you’ll have to forgive me for being a little out of it, my whole world was just rocked and I lost my virginity.” You said, caressing his cheek. “Did you see which way it went?”

This relaxed him enough to show you a slight smile. “No, I’m sorry. I think it’s gone for good.”

You lifted yourself up so you could kiss him. “I’m not sorry.”

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#On this day

Rubber Soul is the sixth album by the Beatles, released on this day in 1965. From this record, the musicians began experimenting with sound (and drugs, which greatly influenced their perception of music), the most striking example of this is George Harrison's use of the Indian sitar instrument in the song "Norwegian Wood" (which is John Lennon's well—veiled story of adultery). The bass guitar in "Think for Yourself" was recorded through the fuzz effect, and the vocals in "The Word" were processed to create an extraordinary sound effect. "In My Life" is deservedly considered one of Lennon's lyrical peaks, "Girl" by his own authorship became a symbol of Soviet beatlemania, and the French chorus in Paul McCartney's "Michelle" fascinates every time.

Although The Beatles began to be considered masters of concept albums only with the release of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, the Rubber Soul record already has integrity and harmony — it is perceived as a single story.

The album greatly influenced the creative contemporaries. Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys claimed that this album inspired him to create Pet Sounds, one of the most iconic works in the history of American pop music.

The effect of elongated faces on the cover turned out to be accidental: photographer Robert Freeman showed a picture on a slide projector, which itself tilted. The group liked this "reception" and decided to keep it.