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eating-plastic · 6 months

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The Sterling Sisters: Just Cute Shit

I'm in the mood to write for the Sterling sisters again. There's no theme here, I just wanted to write cute moments about them and their puppet bfs. Also I just missed my girls, man.

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Marabelle & Six Shooter:

Night had fallen over the Bodega Bay Inn, leaving the grounds almost dead, save for the few that wanted the peace and quiet that the stars and moon could provide them.

In one little corner of the grounds, however, they would not find such quiet. Because this little corner was filled with music, laughter, and firelight.

What originally started as a large group bonfire, slowly dropped to a party of two as the hours passed. Then again, they all could've easily been driven away by Six Shooter's attempt to play the harmonica.

Marabelle however, in her slightly intoxicated state, found the "music" rather humorous as her boyfriend tried to play along with the song blaring from her phone.

When the song finally ended, so did her giggling fit.

"I don't know why I bought you that," she smirks.

"Cuz you love me," he slurs and takes a swig of his drink.

"Yeah, I'm staring to doubt that," a chuckle escapes her lips before she turns to roast another marshmallow over the flames.

Six puts his drink back down and swings an arm around her.

"Nah, you still love me," he chuckles himself before peppering her cheek in kisses.

"Yeah, I guess I do," Mara laughs, before her eyes fall onto the instrument in his hand. "If you try playing another tune from that harmonica, though, I'm throwing it into the fire."

"Aw, come on, darlin. I thought you liked when I played fer ya," he smirks.

"Only when you play well, Six," she flicks his hat up.

"Alright alright. How about this," he raises the instrument to his lips and plays out a tune he had heard so many years ago, he no longer remembered where he heard it. As such, he made an effort to play it nicely.

Marabelle looks at him fondly as he plays. He really did look handsome bathed in the orange flicker of the flames. In that moment, she couldn't remember a night as pleasant as this one.

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Angelica & Jester:

When getting ready for bed, everyone typically follows the usual routine of taking a shower, brushing your teeth and hitting the hay.

However, some would add reading to that routine. And then there were some that would add listening to someone read to them.

For Angelica and Jester, they couldn't think of a better way to close the night.

While he read aloud from the book in his hand, she laid curled up by his side clinging to every word.

He was a wonderful to listen to. He knew how to capture the emotions of characters and the mood of the scene. He could portray moments of suspense, sorrow, triumph, and joy perfectly.

Right now though, the scene in the novel was calm. The moment of serenity and gentleness of his voice were making her eyes feel heavy and yawn. Not to mention how comfortable she was.

"Ah, it would seem the story's boring you," Jester smiles at her cute, sleepy face.

"Hm, what? No, I'm just comfy that's all," Angie tries to push sleep away, but another yawn escapes her.

"If you say so," he teases, and continues to read. By the time he got to the end of the chapter, she had drifted off just as he had predicted.

He bites back a laugh, not wanting to wake her, and places a book in-between the pages he left off on and sets it on the bedside table.

He then removes his glasses just as she did before he started reading, almost as if she knew she was going to fall asleep, and places them on top of the book.

With a click, the lamp that bathed the room in a warm glow ceased, and was replaced by moonlight.

Before letting sleep take him, Jester places a kiss to Angelica's sleeping face.

"Sweet dreams, engel."

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Louisa & Blade:

Despite the rather dark history of the Bodega Bay Inn, it was still very beautiful. Of course, the main reason people found the hotel so breath taking was the cliffside that overlooked the beach and the gorgeous Pacific Ocean.

For Louisa, it was an artist's dream, despite the eerie feeling she got from the hotel the first time she saw it.

That was why she could be found somewhere on the grounds or within, either drawing in her sketchbook or with an easel set up.

Her favorite place to sketch and paint though, was by the gazebo , which now gave her the scene of the dazzling sunset.

Her paint palette was covered in oranges and yellows as she tried to capture it on her canvas, blue eyes occasionally darting between the two. She was in her own little world while she painted. Her concentration blocking out everything that wasn't her art.

It was something that Blade found cute, watching how focused she was. It always made him smile seeing Lou in her element. It also gave him time to set up and surprise her with a nice, romantic date.

He had brought a basket filled with her favorite food and some wine. He took the time to arrange the plates and pour out a glass for the two of them in the gazebo, before making his way over to her.

"It's beautiful, isn't it," he stood beside her, and glanced at her canvas. Louisa jumped a bit, before relaxing when she realized it was just her formerly puppet boyfriend.

"It is. Um...what do you think?" she shyly motioned to her art.

"Stunning as always, meine liebe. Although, I do think it is time for a break."

"Yeah, you're probably right," she nods and removes her apron.

He held his hand out to her, and lead her to the gazebo when she took it. She found it odd at first until her eyes took in what he had set up.

"Aw, Blade," Louisa's face felt warm and her free hand fidgeted with the edge of her sweater. He smiled at her and lead her to her chair, pulling it out for her to sit.

The two of them ate in the golden glow of the setting sun, the rest of the world being blocked out.

#ocs #my ocs #canon x oc #puppet master ocs #oc: marabelle sterling #oc: angelica sterling #oc: louisa sterling #puppet master blade #puppet master jester #puppet master six shooter

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 2 years

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(First of all, Iam not a shipper).

From what it seems like, Jimin and Jungkook may not be as close as some people assume them to be.

Jungkook didn't know where Jimin got his friendship tattoo. Its right on his finger and yet Jungkook couldn't remember. But he knew where jhope, jin and namjoon got theirs. This kind of tells how little attention Jungkook pays to Jimin.

Today's content was pretty telling. Jungkook didn't get any question right about Jimin but he knows Tae has beer in his fridge.

Not saying jimin and jungkook aren't friends, but the assumption that they are really close might be a bit stretched. Don't you think?

I would for sure know if my closest friend of 10 years has ever travelled alone to another country or not. But Jungkook didn't know if Jimin did (Suga got it right btw). That's pretty interesting and goes to show how the content we consume might be manipulated for marketing purposes.

But then why do you think as a shipper?

I'm going to answer this ask and then I'm done with the (not) close topic. I really have no deep interest in this, it doesn't concern me and these types of talks are very reductive. I may have Jimin and Jungkook as biases and like their friendship/dynamic, but this is just ridiculous.

As opposed to you, "not a shipper" I don't immediately go and micro-analize every single thing they say or do and use that to see if JM and JK tick off each box in the closeness category. I just don't think of people and friends that way. If not knowing an answer to a silly game is an indication of a lack of closeness, well that would mean, for example in my case, that I'm literally not close to anyone in my life.

And once again, you are putting JK on the spot, as if he's the only one who didn't guess correctly. What about the others? Or Jimin himself, who answered incorrectly to the question about traveling alone? He's not close to himself, I guess??

Wouldn't you think is weird if someone would listen to a game you're playing with your friends whom you've known for 10 years, you lived with them, you worked with them, and think that you're not that good of friends because of trivia night? And purposefully ignore the decade long history of friendship that certainly shows that you are indeed close? If that happened to me, I would just laugh at how stupid it sounds.

That's not how you measure closeness in friendships. Of course that the opinions we have toward what we see is influenced by our own experiences and I don't know yours, but looking back at my life, my friendship of 14 years already with someone I know since adolescence, with whom I shared a dorm room in college, with whom I parted ways because we went on our own paths after and stopped living together, that person is still my best friend. I don't need my best friend to know if I write food reviews or if I keep beer in my fridge. Because if that person is there for me and I'm doing the same thing for more important situations, then to me, that's a sign of closeness and a friendship that could go on for years to come because as individuals, we each know how to nurture it the right way.

I guess, this is all I have to add on this topic. I didn't write this answer to convince you because I don't want that and I don't think it's even possible. If you were to sent this question to other bloggers, perhaps more ship-focused, you would probably get a similar answer, or one written more aggresively, coming up with a list of reasons why you're wrong, longer than a Leonard Cohen song. As I said in the beginning, this is an issue that I really don't think about, except in situations like these. I don't look at content and immediately look for clues, good/bad vibes. It's not my instinct. If you're firm in your beliefs, then that's your business and have every right to do so. I don't know what your purpose was, for me to say you're right? Or you wanted to see why I think you're wrong? Like, where is this going? It's not even an interesting debate to begin with. I told you what my opinion is, take from it what you will.

#bmt asks #jimin #jungkook #jikook

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jmdbjk · 2 years

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ICYMI streaming battle...

Twitter Army will be having a streaming battle tomorrow and the teams are #TeamHYYH, #TeamLY and #TeamMOTS.

[Boy With Luv, Map of the Soul: 7]

I claim to be #TeamMOTS Army but honestly, I was not ready to let BTS into my soul when that album was released. Actually, I can’t even remember which BTS song was the first one I ever played. I’ve recounted my BTS story before but here it is again. According to my vague memories it went something like this:

End of 2019...trying Kpop...listen to other groups that are not BTS...they’re ok, one or two songs make it into my playlists... I knew of BTS because they were everywhere but I guess I was not listening to the right songs that would ultimately touch my soul. Here comes 2020...I was aware of the MOTS7 album dropping because it was at the top of the chart. I knew it was a big deal. I tried watching the Boy With Luv MV but my soul was not ready for all that pink on that first try. I saw them perform Black Swan on Corden’s show. I WAS STILL NOT FALLING FOR IT. I did not understand it. My soul just WASN’T READY.

[Black Swan live performance, The Late Late Show with James Corden, Jan. 2020]

And then came Carpool Karaoke Jimin. That blonde hottie in the red jacket just grabbed me by the throat and has never let me go. He was so different from what I was expecting.

When I finally took Boy With Luv MV out for another spin, that was all she wrote. The pink finally felt good and right. It was fresh and gave me joy.

Ironically, this performance made me start paying attention to their choreography:

[Boy With Luv, March 30, 2020, James Corden’s Homefest]

And then 2020 progressed into the shitshow it turned out to be on a global scale. Along comes Dynamite etc, and the rest is history for me.

By the time THIS Black Swan aired on Jimmy Fallon, I was well on my way:

[Black Swan, Sept. 2020, The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon] [It took me too long to catch on to the insanity of that back hug]

But here is my honest confession: I wish I was a #TeamLY Army. I absolutely adore Kitty Gang Jimin. I feel like I cheated myself because I didn’t come around sooner to finding BTS so I could have experienced that black leather fit with the sparkly shoulder jacket in real time. I WAS SOOO CLOSE! I missed it by mere months. My first BTS phone wallpaper was Kitty Gang Jimin in mid body roll.

And many of my favorite songs are from the Love Yourself era: Mic Drop, Airplane Pt. 2, Magic Shop, Serendipity, Euphoria, Love Maze.

I can confidently say, if it wasn’t for MOTS, I would have never known Kitty Gang Jimin. Heh heh.

Back to #TeamMOTS7... the fact I realized how important and big that album was when it dropped, even though I had not bought into the entire BTS thing yet, speaks volumes about the impact BTS was making then and continues to make. I was paying attention. I knew this was something even before I knew the impact it would make on my life.

Now it’s easy to go back and see things for what they were. It was me having such a skewed perspective because I’d never exposed myself to much (if any) other music/artists outside the U.S./western music market. I had never seen such pristinely performed (DIFFICULT) choreography. I unlearned a lot of deeply ingrained perceptions...about language barriers, lyrics and music; about what I thought masculinity meant. I learned to understand more overall about sexual identity and gender identity. And personally, I came to realize what a big impact to my self-esteem they had on me, them being so successful, and also of Asian heritage just like myself. I could finally relate to a globally successful music artist. It has been a revelation for sure.

I am a MOTS Army. And Filter is my flag/anthem.

So while we wait patiently and gird our loins for Jimin to drop his photo folio concept... if you are on Twitter, join the team of your choice, stream your teams songs on YouTube tomorrow, and help us add more views to BTS music videos.

If Jimin’s photo folio drops, I will report back after the flames die down. Or maybe in the midst of mid-burn...I know, TMI, sorry...peace out.

#just killing time until jimin photo folio drops and kills us all #but i am still salty #because we did not get live-in-person-FILTER-in-front-of-60000-Army #grr #teamMOTS #blonde jimin will forever be my favorite #but i love every single jimin that jimin wants to show us #kitty gang jimin was excellent #black swan jikook #serendipity jimin

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fluffybluekitten · 1 year

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1, 9, 13 and 15 for skin to skin combat?

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Ages ago I read a bunch of fics where Batman keeps the Scarecrow in his batcave after Batman Begins, so that’s basically where the idea started. I thought the Riddler/Batman dynamic would be so interesting in that situation, there would just be so much tension, so much potential for mind games. I wanted all that porn, and all that conflict, and a plot kind of grew out of it.

Also - dark Batman! I really like the idea of an evil/corrupted Batman because I think he’s an easy character to make scary just by dialling up a few of his traits like his certainty that he’s right, tendency to make decisions for others… I wanted to write a Batman where he's doing awful things but he's still recognisably Batman.

And I loved Zero year and wanted to write zero-year Riddler, he’s so awful but so compelling. And Zero year Bruce was one of the few Bruce Wayne’s I actually liked too. He’s so obviously messed up and imperfect and determined. And zero year Riddler is as into Bruce as batman, which I think along with their shared history adds so much to the story.

I wanted them to fall in love. That’s not easy for those characters. Is Edward even capable of love? What would make Bruce allow himself to fall in love with Edward?

And I kept thinking what would Edward do after Zero year? He’s failed, but how is he going to top that? I just think that one day he’s going to be setting up riddles outside some bank or something and take a look at himself and think, wtf am I doing? He doesn’t appear much for a while after zero year but I liked that in his few appearances there’s a theme of him practicing meditation and stuff – so I chose to see that as him recognising that there’s something about himself that can be improved and having that potential for change.

So I kind of leaned into that, gave him all that self-doubt. Edward’s not a nice person and probably won’t ever be but I wanted to write a story where he has the potential to be slightly less of a douche and have some happiness in the future.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

After writing about a thousand words of the first draft I realised that writing Zero year Riddler is really hard, so I scrapped that draft and wrote a whole plan with a more generic Riddler. Then I realised nothing about it worked and brought back Zero year Eddie.

Also I didn’t know what had happened to Bruce until halfway through the first draft so I have a list of 77 possible things which could have happened in notes.

There’s also a cut chapter. It’s really bad.

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

I wrote most of this really quickly in lockdown, when I suddenly had time to listen to a lot of new music. So any new song I listened to for the first time then is a riddlebat song and will immediately take me back. None of them have anything to do with the story though. Gold by Marina and the Diamonds is actually the skin to skin combat theme song.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

It’s the longest thing I’ve ever written and the most fun. It’s also the first fic I’ve published where I’ve had people reading along each chapter and getting to interact with people and talk about my dumb story and know people are enjoying it is the best feeling ever. I want to do it all again.

If there’s one thing that I’ll do differently in the future it’s not write a story where the mystery is unsolvable. There are hints to where things went down, but I don’t think there’s any way a reader can figure out what actually happened. Wish I had planned that better.

And riddle writing, I guess. But that’s a useless skill.

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glenngaylord · 1 year

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Thank You For The Magic – Concert Review: ABBA Voyage ★★★★★

Growing up, my sister used to blast her records in our family living room. She’d walk back and forth as she’d listen, a ritual I guessed allowed her to really take in the music. I recall her playing “S.O.S.” by ABBA repeatedly, its pop fizz undercut by the melancholy of the lyrics. One of my favorite things to do would be to sneak up on her as she paced and scare the living bejeezus out of her.

As a kid, I was greatly influenced by my older siblings, I took quite an interest in this Swedish supergroup, one of the bestselling artists of all time. I loved Agnetha’s straight blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes and that piercing, aching quality to her singing. Frida, with the curly red hair and huskier voice, while equally as stunning, was the cheeky, saucy one to her co-vocalist’s often more somber approach. Surrounded by their husbands, Bjorn and Benny, who wrote the brilliant songs, they all wore outlandish, skin-tight costumes while delivering some of the most iconic songs in music history. No wonder the queer community embraced them. With their Scandinavian beauty, bouncy, infectious melodies, and a glimmer of something else going on below the surface, ABBA seemed born to entertain us outsiders.

It would take me years to realize that beneath those nonstop pop hooks, they explored intensely adult subjects. Think of “Mamma Mia”, which seems to contain one ear worm after another you could bop around to forever. Still, listen closer and you have a song about someone desperate to get back with their cheating partner. “The Winner Takes it All” may have an infectious beat, but let’s face it, ABBA are educating us on the devastation of divorce. These two formerly married couples know from whereof they sing. This unexpected mix of effervescence and sadness led me to the conclusion that ABBA are my favorite pop band of all time. I had the opportunity to get tickets to see them live in concert in 1979, but being young and broke at the time, I opted out and thought I’d catch them on their next tour. Then they called it quits and, well, say goodbye to that dream.

Consider my surprise and elation when they reunited all these years later to release a brand new (and first ever Grammy nominated) album, Voyage, and accompanying show. But being the iconoclasts that they are, this wouldn’t be just any concert. With all of the members in their 70s, they simply didn’t want to hit the road, and God knows they have nothing to prove, ABBA have broken new ground once again. In collaboration with George Lucas’ Industrial Light & Magic (ILM), the band gathered together in a studio to have themselves motion-captured as they performed their set list. Afterwards, the animators de-aged their digitized likenesses to return them to their prime, circa that fateful year of 1979. This would then get projected onto a giant LED screen in a purpose-built, 3000 person capacity arena in London. Add a live 10-piece band playing to the side of the stage along with an integrated light show, and you’ll find yourself convinced you’re witnessing the real band returned to their former glory.

Needless to say, I could not get a ticket to the U.K. fast enough, and just as my sister passed along her love for ABBA to me, I paid it forward by taking my English nephew and his wife. You may wonder why I didn’t take my sister, but she lives in Australia, which presented a coordinating nightmare. So after a long flight across the pond, I found myself reunited with family in the eastern part of London to watch music history get taken to the next level.

Excuse me while I pick my jaw up off the floor. Yes, this is a staggering achievement. With not a bad stadium-style seat to be found and a large dance floor below, one can choose their own adventure. We were glad to be raised up and set back a bit as it allowed us to take in the lighting effects and the giant scope of this event.

When you enter the arena, a wintry forest fills the screen, setting a bucolic and yes, Swedish tone. Any type of recording devices are strictly prohibited from this point forward with violators informed they could be ejected from the theater. How absolutely refreshing it was to attend a concert with everyone forced to engage with the music instead of uploading it to their followers. Extra points go to the audience members who dressed up in their best spangly or boa-centric outfits or the groups of friends who you could tell were forming unforgettable memories with this experience. People danced, swayed, hugged and cried with those they loved.

Then the lights went down and there they were. I won’t spoil the set list, a wonderful combination of the hits and some surprising deep cuts, but I will discuss how it felt to be there. They did not look like holograms. These ABBA-tars, as they’ve been dubbed, cast shadows on the stage. Their sequins shimmered brightly and when they sang and moved, you felt that they were truly three-dimensional and very much in the room with you. Only when the screen would display close-ups, as one sees at most arena shows, could you detect a bit of that uncanny valley sensation, but those were merely fleeting moments. Because they recorded themselves, you feel the heart and emotion in these performances. Sure, they could look a bit dead-eyed or have jerky movements here and there, but haven’t we all?

The word “astounding” does not begin to describe this. To sell that live feeling, each member gets a chance to speak to the audience, sometimes hilariously and sometimes movingly. Benny shouting, “Hello, London!” at the outset tickled me endlessly. Although they’ve used the original vocal recordings and some of the existing instrumentation, the live band augments this, giving these classics a punchier quality. The talented backing band get the occasional projected close-ups as well, further convincing you that everything is happening in real time.

Every song gets presented differently, taking you on quite a journey. Some feature the band as life-sized figures where others turn them into giants. A couple of songs get the anime treatment and literally turn the quartet into bronze Gods. The lights on the screen have been synchronized with those built into the arena to dazzling effect. A particular transition from one song to another shows the women up close from overhead with the shot suddenly swooping down and going impossibly wide to fill up the entire screen. I wanted to hit rewind a dozen times on that moment alone. I kept turning to my nephew and his wife, both of whom seemed blown away. By the end, you’ll know you’ve been on an emotional journey. More than just the nostalgia of it all, you really come to feel these songs, happy and sad. You may also find yourself moved by the fact that despite the double divorces and the certain trauma that must have come with that, these four extremely talented musicians have come together again to reinvent that magic. Not known for doing little more than side-step shuffling in their day, the women sometimes used dance doubles for this performance, which brings incredible energy to the upbeat songs while still staying somewhat true to their actual movements. On some of the ballads, a gorgeous stillness prevailed, with one song using the different phases of a solar eclipse as the only movement you see. It’s hypnotic. I’m so grateful that I got to finally see ABBA live, or more accurately, I saw them live at their absolute best.

You don’t even have to be an ABBA fan to be awestruck. The technology alone should be enough to blow anyone away. Could Elton John, Madonna, or any number of living legends be far behind? Come on Stevie Wonder! Call George Lucas right now!

Although this event is currently only in London, the arena itself can ship anywhere. I understand other locations are being explored. Additionally, the band recorded more songs that what are currently in the set list, and that the ILM wizards have enough 1s and 0s on ABBA to animate any additional songs they choose. All of this makes the idea of repeat viewings quite appealing. I’ll keep my passport up to date. Who knows? Maybe some day I’ll find myself in Australia. This time, I’ll happily sneak up on my sister and surprise her with ABBA Voyage tickets. I hope it’ll make her cry tears of joy instead of jumping in fear.

Voyage is currently playing at the ABBA Arena in London. Tickets and information available here: https://abbavoyage.com/

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xmystophalesx · 2 years

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Best New Heavy Metal Releases Week of May 27th, 2022

Got a bit overloaded this week. There was a LOT of new releases this week and if you add some releases from previous weeks that I could finally find streams of, it was more than I could actually get through. I stopped this week after 127 albums and still had about 40 to go. If I didn’t stop when I did, this blog post would have been late and the key to doing anything like this is consistency. The albums I did not get to from last week will just bleed over into next weeks.

Being overloaded was not just the amount of new releases, but also the amount of fantastic new releases. If there are a lot of albums with terrible production or terrible vocals, I can just listen to about 10 minutes and then move on. There weren’t a lot of those this week so there were a lot of albums that got full listens even if they ultimately did not make the cut for the list. Add to all of this that there were more than a few that could have gotten the 2 star designation as best of the week regardless of genre and things got way past my normal cutoff time of early Sunday evening. Sounds a bit like I am whining but in all reality I view all of this as an excellent thing. It shows how strong the Heavy Metal scene is which will always put a smile on my face. I once again will not do a full write up on each of the 2 star albums to avoid this from becoming a wall of text, but if the album has 2 stars, it is DEFINITELY one of the best releases of the week. So let’s get to it.

Madvice-Under the Burning Sky (Melodic Death)**

Really catchy Melodic Death Metal out of Italy. I love how they incorporate moments of groove in the riffing that you normally find in Thrash Metal bands with the more polished sound. Adds that extra dimension that makes this stand out from the pack.

Iatt-Magnum Opus (Melodic Death/Black)**

This is labeled as Melodic Death/Black but I could also add Avant Garde, Progressive, Technical, and even Jazz and Classical as descriptors. This album is all over the place and yet it works incredibly well at mixing all of these parts together that REALLY should not work and yet it does. I had to look up who the drummer is on this and it is a guy named Paul Cole. Never heard of him before as the band itself is new to me, but wow, just wow! I could go on and on gushing about his work on the kit, but let’s just say this is an absolute master class of drumming. Cheers, Paul! Excellent work!

Lord Belial-Rapture (Black)**

Lord Belial has been around since the 1990s and if you enjoy violent yet still melodic Black Metal played at a VERY high level, this is the band for you. To me, this one is possibly the best of their career. Lots of variety in the songwriting that does a great job of breaking up the album and keep it from sounding like a wall of sound. Something that earlier in their career was a bit of a problem. Fantastic production on this one as well.

Desert Near the End-The Dawning of the Son (Melodic Death/Power)**

Melodic Death Metal with moments of Power Metal? In any case, it’s what it sounds like to me. I guess you could say it is a lighter form of Melodic Death or Power Metal with harsher vocals but it doesn’t really come across that way. There are parts that are straight up Power Metal riffing and vocals that sound like Hansi from Blind Guardian with a cold. Whatever it is, the result is an absolutely fantastic album.

Decapitated-Cancer Culture (Death/Progressive)**

Another band with a rich history. I have to admit I wasnt a big fan of their last album in 2017 so I went into this one with a bit of trepidation. Well, after the first listen, I was like Harry talking to Lloyd in Dumb and Dumber. Decapitated has TOTALLY REDEEMED THEMSELVES. This album is great all the way through. Riffs for days, drumming that you feel in your chest, shredding guitar solos, and songs that are aggressive but with just enough melody to keep them from feeling kind of “samey”. Great guest vocals from Jinjer and Machine head don’t hurt either. Fantastic album and one that is currently on the way to me on vinyl.

Qvintessence-Qvintessence (Hard Rock)**

There have been quite a few Hard Rock albums that have caught my attention over the last month or so and here is yet another one. Just like last week and Crossbones’ Creed, this is catchy as hell and incredibly well done. A little more aggressive than most Hard Rock but that little bit of edge is what really makes it stand out. A band from Italy that sounds like they would be right at home at the Whiskey in Los Angeles.

Now you see why I had to cut this back a little. The post is already longer than I really want it to be but hey, good music is good music and deserves to be talked about. If I would have done writeups on the other bands that were deserving (Obscene, Ribspreader, Urkraft, Bloodhunter, Elusive God and Tempest) this post would have easily been the longest one I have ever done. Don’t let those pass you by just because I didn’t write about them. To more than a few people, those could very well be their album of the year.

Until next week and, as always,

BANG THY HEAD!!!

Black Seal-We Must Make Them Fall (Heavy Power)*

Madvice-Under the Burning Sky (Black/Thrash)**

Blood Storm-Cursedness of the Cinder Witch (Black/Thrash)

Evergrey-A Heartless Portrait The Orphean Testament (Heavy/Progressive)

Michael Schenker Group-Universal (Heavy/Hard Rock)*

Heruka-Memorie (Melodic Black/Death)*

Obscene-From Dead Horizon to Dead Horizon (Death)**

Circle of Silence-Walk Through Hell (Heavy Power)*

Urkraft-The True Protagonist (Melodic Death)**

Sarayasign-Throne of Gold (Hard Rock/Progressive)

Shed the Skin-Thaumogenesis (Death)*

Haserot-Throne of Malice*

Lord Belial-Rapture (Black)**

Iatt-Magnum Opus (Melodic Death/Black)**

Sandness-Play Your Part (Hard Rock)

Sacrifizer-Le Diamant De Lucifer (Thrash/Speed)*

Crematory-Inglorious Darkness (Industrial)*

The Heretic Order-III (Heavy)*

Belushi Speed Ball-What Us, Worry? (Crossover /Thrash)

Desert Near the End-The Dawning of the Son (Melodic Death/Power)**

Ribspreader-Crypt World (Death/Thrash)**

Decapitated-Cancer Culture (Death/Progressive)**

Sensory Amusia-Breed Death (Progressive Death)*

Electric Mountain -Valley Giant (Stoner/Desert)*

Bloodhunter-Knowledge Was The Price (Melodic Death)**

Trolldom-I Nattens Sken (Black)

Trolldom-Av Gudars Att… (Black)

Heaving Earth-Darkness of God (Death)

Black Lung-Dark Waves (Stone/Desert)*

The Path of Dark Salvation-Contritum Animarum (Heavy/Symphonic)

Evil-Book of Evil (Heavy)*

Church of Disgust-Weakest is the Flesh (Death)

Ophidian Memory-The Stag (Melodic Death)

The Chasm-The Scars of a Lost Reflective Shadow (Death)*

Rising Regime-The False Path (Death/Thrash)

Dewok-Arminia Gris (Heavy Power)*

OrangeClub-We Play Rackenrool (Hard Rock)*

Qvintessence-Qvintessence (Hard Rock)**

Tempest-Point of No Return (Thrash)**

In Twilights Embrace-Lifeblood (Black)

Dark Ages-Between Us (Progressive)

A Sound of Thunder-Rise of the Krimson Kult (Heavy)*

Aparthiva Raktadhara-Adyepeeth Maranasamhita (Death/Black)*

Elusive God-Trapped in a Future Unknown (Doom)**

Rottenness-Violentopia (Death/Grind)*

The Dark Alamorte-Lunacrium Thepsis (Black/Death/Progressive)

All worthy of a listen if you like the genre

*= standout in that genre

**=best of the week regardless of genre

Pick of the week is the return to form of Decapitated with 5 judgy bulldog looks out of 5!

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raceydays-hopelesshaze · 3 years

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In a rush of energy I made a playlist called “murder by love” intended to be songs about obsesion to the point of threats and I added a bunch of songs in a frenzy without listening to them but later when reviewing the songs none really held up to what the playlist was intended to be so after deleting the songs that didn’t fit I was left with only a few songs (most of which by Meg Myers) and by then the Spotify radio based on the playlist began to play and I deleted the playlist since it was so short but radio based on it actually slaps and I’m not sure what to do with that :/

#I feel like supernatural. I made an objectively bad thing but something great came from it unexpectedly but I’ve already thrown it out.#I guess I could go into my listening history and just add the songs from the radio onto a new playlist #anywayyyy #personal

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sangyeonsofthours · 2 years

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COLLEGE STUDENT!SANGYEON

pairing: sangyeon x female reader warnings: this is just some dumb to lovers really.... and an attempt at comedy i guess... wc: 4.9k n/a: bullet points into the life of college student sangyeon! hope you enjoy it ♡ plus, it’s barelly proof read so… will you forgive me for any mistakes? thank you (♡ﾟ▽ﾟ♡) now lets gooooo

so, our boy here is majoring in music at korea national university of arts

and he’s part of the dance club, after all the boy’s got talent (pun intended)

sangyeon is just that kind of laid back guy, who's super chill and has everyone wrapped around his little finger, really

he’s clever and responsible, always ready to help anyone who's in need, super good at leading

he's always the one with all the good ideas and also the one who's pretty good to put said ideas into work

oh, and he's absurdly handsome, has the most cute eye smile and is adorably clumsy (which adds soooo many points to his attractiveness)

he’s also known around the campus as a great music producer and songwriter

and he sings (like an angel, i might say) so he loves recording covers

and even some really good original tracks of his own

also he likes to play basketball in his free time

and to add to this enormous pile of the absolutely dreamy man he is

he has his own radio show

it's a calm show that he hosts at soft early hours of the dawn

it’s called sangsang night and he hosts it at thursday nights

how did he manage to have his own radio? well since everyone loves him and he’s just a whole model of student of course the council gave him permission to use one of their empty rooms at the university's radio and tv building

they even offered some help with the equipment but most of it was paid by sangyeon himself (did I mention he works at a record store?)

sangsang night is like his relaxing time

it's when he's going to free his mind from his worries and play soft meaningful playlists he created

he likes sharing songs with people, absolutely loves to talk about it too

always makes sure to read the messages his listeners leave for him and likes to have this super sweet period of his broadcast in which he'll give advices to the listeners who calls him

all that makes him kinda popular around the campus, you know? people know about him and both girls and boys have a crush on him

but he’s a shy guy when it comes to dating and hitting on people

so that's why you barely see him with someone that aren't his guy friends

(and also bc the boy barely has the time to get himself a girlfriend let's be honest, who tf manages to do so much stuff AND has a girlfriend?????)

but let’s get to the day you and our musician prince crossed paths

so you’re new in college, you just got transferred from some art school

and despite the fact you're majoring in film, tv & multimedia, you share your history of art classes with kevin (the cute canadian guy from visual arts)

you soon click with him, pairing up to work on some projects

that’s how you end up visiting kevin’s dorm planning to get ahead with your assignments

it's all okay while you both are sat down on his living room floor, some books scattered around you and a soft playlist playing in the background

you were told previously that he had two roommates, but it wouldn't be a problem since they're chill so working at his dorm would be okay

but it's exactly when you drag your gaze from the sheets you've been scribbling on that you see him

i mean, you see sangyeon

and your tired brain makes you babble out the most stupid thing you could say in a moment like this

‘oh my god kevin i think i'm seeing an angel’

well we all can agree that a semi naked sangyeon with only a towel around his waist, wet hair and some droplets of water still gracing his overly worked abs may look like (a kinda twisted up definition, i might add, of) an angel

but you could've held that thought to yourself, right?

you’re sure you could

but you didn’t

and kevin snorted so hard he swears he felt his nasal cavities move out of place

and poor sangyeon blushes so hard

he just wanted to get something from the fridge before getting back to his room

but kevin didn't say anything about having someone over and that's why he's standing at the corner of the hallway where it meets the living room

half naked and feeling like if a hole swallowed him he wouldn't mind it at all

and before the weight of your stupidity can fall over your shoulders sangyeon burst in a serie of apologies bowing many times before leaving to hide in his room

that’s how your first eventiful meeting went

pretty awkward right?

after that you tried your hardest to avoid going to kevin’s dorm, too afraid to meet sangyeon again

what if he thought you were a perve? or worse!!!! what if he hated you? after all you were some weirdo who basically lusted after his almost naked self at his own home

but kevin always said it was okay, that sangyeon was too nice to hold a grudge against you bc of something so dumb and (in his personally opinion) funny

but the thing is

as the time passed, even with all the avoiding thing going on from your part

you couldn’t help but… feel something about sangyeon

i mean, it was already mentioned that everyone would have a crush on him

of course it was just about time for you to fall in the trap of lee sangyeon

and like some kind of secret admirer you’d admire him from afar, listen religiously to sangsang night, but still avoid the hell out of him in any other situation

for god’s sake you’d stalk his instagram profile without even following it

pathetic

all that behind kevin’s back, of course

you’re sure he’d do something dumb if he knew about your slight crush on mr. perfect

not out of evil, but out of KINDNESS to be honest

kevin could sound too much like a jokester every time he had the chance, but he was a sweetheart

so he'd never let you pin after his friend without trying to help you actually to get to said friend

so that’s why you keep your crush as a top fbi secret

and it goes like this

until an eventful afternoon comes to you like… like an unruly horse… and it kind of runs you over

there’s this huge special extracurricular thing going on in your campus

like, it’s a fair, there's workshops, conferences, special lectures, for every nerd who really likes it or for the desperate students who really need a push up into their extracurricular activities (since it’s almost the end of the semester and summer is right around the corner)

you’re on the nerd side

so is sangyeon, of course

AND

there’s this soundtrack workshop that you’re super excited to attend since it’s not just going to add extracurricular points to your grades

but because the work you’ll be making is going to feature a REAL short film

like this short film will be featured in movie theaters around the country!!!

and so you are basically bouncing up and down all the way to the building where the said workshop is

and it’s all going super smoothly… normal even (important topic: things going normal around you is pretty atypical since you’re always making a fool of yourself)

you just arrived the conference room for the first meeting of the workshop

and fortunately it's not so full of people, there's around 20 chairs around the room and still there’s some empty, waiting to be taken

and you’re just sitting there, quiet, waiting for it to start, enjoying the soft buzz of people making small conversation and the view of the few people that are still arriving the room

and that’s it

that’s when sangyeon enters the room in all his freaking glory

he looks so good!!!!

he just got a new haircut and he looks fresh and READY FOR SUMMERTIME

ITS SOOOOOOO YUMMY YUMMY (ok i'm losing my shit thinking about short haired sangyeon from thrill ride era)

and he’s wearing a white shirt, light blue jeans and black converse while holding onto his backpack and that famous college jacket from the basketball team

it couldn’t be more cliche

but still

he’s like the troy bolton from east high (like, he's perfect even when doing nothing extraordinary)

and you just don’t know what to do

i mean

wtf does that mean that you're bound to spend the next 4 hours with him

not literally with him bc there’s other people with you but

you’d be in his presence and WE ALL KNOW THAT YOU’VE BEEN DREADING IT SINCE THE INCIDENT™

and in a second you’re looking around thinking about ways to LEAVE the room as soon as possible without being noticed

but it seems like your body is working in a slow motion mode and your legs just won't MOVE

and when you least expect sangyeon is right by your side

he casually drops his bag on the floor and sits right. by. your. side.

“hey” he greets you with a bright smile

and you just don’t understand how can he be so unbothered by you

“you’re kevin's friend, y/n, right?” he asks

and not a single word can leave your mouth bc you feel like FREAKING CHOKING

so you just nod your head like those weird dog ornaments that bob their head when you tap them

“it’s nice to see you again” he says and the smile never leaves his pretty full lips

you want a hole to swallow you right now HE’S TALKING TO YOU SO CASUALLY

but there’s is a buzz on your ear and you can feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment

you’re probably looking like a tomato

or like you’re about to THROW UP or maybe even PASS OUT

(neither one is good btw)

but you’re saved by the bell, when the head of the workshop start talking, gathering your attention

she’s giving some orientations but you can’t really get your mind to focus on her voice

how could sangyeon act so unfazed????

maybe kevin was right!!!! sangyeon doesn’t really care about the incident™

so you take a deep breath and try your best to listen to your leader who’s now saying she’ll divide the group so you all can work on pairs

and not just that

she has already chosen the pairs based on the previous subscription you guys made for the workshop

and even tho some butterflies dare to dance around on your stomach and something inside you wishes you’re paired up with sangyeon

your wise side tell yourself you shouldn't wish for that bc right now you have a real great chance to make a fool of yourself in front of him

A G A I N

but we all know that this story is going downhill wildly right into cliches right?

so of course you were paired up with sangyeon

well sangyeon is a music major while you’re a film, tv & multimedia major

and both of you have great grades and extracurricular credits

you’re like the best duo in the room

and sangyeon seem to be happy about being paired up with you bc he just whispered a small “yay” while giving you that beautiful smile where his eyes almost disappear forming two half moons in his face

he’s fucking adorable

your chest HURTS you want to pounce on him

the head leader of the movie is walking around the room giving everyone their assignments while you just wait for your turn to receive your instructions

so something in you mind snaps

if sangyeon is okay with being around you, you can’t make the situation awkward

so you smile back at him and he seems very satisfied to see that you're okay with his presence too

the few hours you spent together went as smooth as it could go

you and sangyeon didn’t talk much about things other than what concerned to the work you should do

but by the time you arrived your dorm you accepted you should be true to yourself

and admit (on your own head) that you’d be lying if you said you weren't super happy for what just happened and were just as excited for the next day

(oh did i mention it was a three day duration workshop? well… now i did teeheee)

you already thought sangyen looked like the epitome of beauty when he arrived that room in a plain white t shirt and ordinary jeans

but the next day when you arrive the studio you’d be both working on together

you almost excuse yourself so you can go hyperventilate on the hallway

(ok y/n you need to stop being so exasperated about sangyeon GIRL GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER PLS)

he’s wearing a light blue button down shirt and specs AND HE’S ETHEREAL

“oh, hello, y/n” he smiles at you, getting up from the chair he was sitting

“h-hey” YOU’RE STUTTERING WTF

sangyeon gives you the heads up to what you should be doing by this second day of the workshop, since the head leader had showed up by earlier to give the him instructions

you notice that sangyeon’s easy and carefree manners make you feel really comfortable around him

and you enjoy everything about it

his sweet voice and musk perfume are super enjoyable

and he does really takes your ideas and abilities into consideration

his knowledge complements yours and if you’re right, by the end of this workshop, your work together will be BRILLIANT

and you don’t know that BUT

sangyeon kind of has a crush on you too

he’s too dumb to notice that you have the fattest crush on him, so he thinks that your weird mannerism is out of embarassement bc of the incident™

and he thinks it’s adorable bc he doesn’t even care about that anymore, really

he just treats you well and try to be the gentleman we all know he already is

so you just enjoy eachothers company bc you have only this afternoon to do it

since the next (and last) day of workshop will be the short movie premiere

even tho you’re kinda sad it’s going to end soon you’re happier that you had the chance to spend such a nice time with sangyeon

sooooooooooooooo

the next day the premiere is incredible

the team made an incredible job at cutting and editing the scenes and audios for de short movie

and after the premiere everyone is so happy so the lead header and the director and some part of the cast invite all of you to go out to eat something

and of course you won’t let the opportunity to be with sangyeon just a little more just pass

both of you jump at the chance tbh

and you make sure to sit side by side by the table of this really nice place where the team decide to go

and even tho everyone is talking excitedly

it seems like you and sangyeon are on your own little world

everyone can see that

(i can even hear our fellow Greg Wuliger’s voice saying “Dude, you are so in there!”)

and when people start to leave, you and Sangyeon can’t help but feel some kind of awkward flusteredness

neither of you want to leave bc it means that it is really the end of your time together

you are too dumb, you know?

you could just ask for a phone number…….. maybe ask one another on a D A T E

but all you manage to do is bow and mumble a ‘see you around’

such a boner killer moment wtf

and tbh neither you or sangyeon can stop thinking about the other for the rest of the weekend

or the next week

and kevin can feel that there’s something happening to you when all you can do when you’re around him is sigh and look into distance with the look of a lost puppy on your eyes

and for the first time you open up to him about your crush on sangyeon and about the workshop and the good time you had with his friend

and this noisy bitch just yells a I FUCKING KNEW IT right in the middle of the library

and you’re like ?????

and he tells you that sangyeon told him that you were working together in the short movie, but he choose to be silent about it, bc he knew you were too sensitive about the incident™

and he also didn’t feel like intruding on your business, since you and sangyeon finally were having a moment…

but he didnt think you’d be dumb enough to leave your short interaction to DIE at the END OF THE WORKSHOP

he SIGHS

KEVIN SIGHS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU BC HE’S TIRED REALLY

why are you like this?????

but he can also see you’re really sad rn

so he take matters into his hand and that night he strikes a conversation with his roomate when they’re having lunch together

“sooooo… hyung…. what about y/n?”

“what about her, kevin?” and sangyeon seems curious about the question

and kevin just shrugged off, telling that he had a conversation with you about the movie of the workshop and suddenly remembered they worked together at it

and for a second sangyeon seems really disappointed

AND KEVIN JUST TAKE THE HINT YOU KNOW

HE SEES IT

HE HAS THE CLEAR VISION OF HOW MUCH HIS FRIENDS ARE DUMBASSES

it’s clear that sangyeon likes you too (or at least has an interest into you)

he doesn’t really understand why for god's sake you both just didn’t trade numbers just to text each other or even asked one another on a date

but he knows that sangyeon’s kind of a fool when it comes to it

and you’re stupid

he has an idea

“hyung, do you think it would be okay if we threw a party to celebrate the end of the semester?”

“hm, i'm not against it tbh”

“ok nice, what about next friday night? i think everyone's finals ends like tomorrow”

“right! who are you inviting?”

“well, the boys, some people from my classes… you can invite whoever you want, right? i'll talk to Jacob later”

“ok then”

and it’s cliche

again

kevin’s plan consist into putting you, sangyeon and a bit of alcohol into the same room

and he’s sure you’ll end up confessing (or the other way around

but sangyeon doesn’t drink too much and he can handle it pretty well

so he’ll count on your part

AND FRIDAY NIGHT COMES RUNNING AROUND THE CORNER AND YOU’RE DYING FOR IT BC IT’S THE FIRST TIME YOU’LL BE SEEING SANGYEON IN TWO WEEKS SINCE THE LAST DAY OF THE WORKSHOP

so you want to look REEEAALLY pretty, but you don’t wanna look like you’re trying too hard, you know?

just in case he doesn’t like you back… you want to spare yourself the SHAME…

so you go for some high waist black skinny jeans, a cute crop top and nice sneakers

the makeup is light, just to highlight your features. but you take extra care to the lip gloss

you want to make your lips look kissable aghjqweçqwelks

and there you go

when you arrive at the boys appartement you take a deep breath before ringing the bell

and you’re greeted by jacob and a slightly too drunk changmin (who’s attached to a weird chucky doll)

you’ve met some of kevin’s friends before, so the two of them are no strangers to you

you greet them with a smile and lean closer to ask for kevin

the music playing is loud enough to make you need to be closer to them to communicate

jacob nods to the kitchen direction and you just go

and you meet your friend, who’s not drunk, but is already too excited for someone who's totally sober

you stay around, sipping from some sweet drinks kevin and other two boys (chanhee and younghoon, you learned) prepared for you

it’s all fun and games and for some time you even forgot that sangyeon was probably at this party too

kevin, on the other hand, keeps an eye around, ready to strike some moves just to try and make you and sangyeon interact…

well, at least for the first half hour

later he gets too cheerful and crazy, so he leaves you to go to the dance floor (actually their living room where the couch is put away and you can’t see the coffee table anywhere near)

and you’re okay with that really

you’ll just stay here chilling and enjoying the view

but when you finally land your eyes on sangyeon, something churns inside you

there’s a huge grin on his face while he talks to some girls

he’s talking, gesticulating with his hands, his eyebrows are raised and there’s a smile on his lips

and he’s having fun while telling whatever story he’s saying

gosh he looks so good wearing all black and a fucking LEATHER JACKET!!!

that should be illegal to look so good

that genre of sangyeon should be illegal

sangyeon himself should be illegal tbh

the girls around him burst in a fit of giggles

the blond one who’s right beside him is touching his arms

batting her long eyelashes at him, tucking her pretty luscious hair behind her ear…… she’s shameless flirting!!!!

and you’re like 🚩🚩🚩🚩 oh 🚩🚩🚩🚩

you have no right to feel jealous about him, y/n, so stop right there

no hating on other girls for doing what you do not have the courage to do

you try giving yourself a pep talk

but you do feel a bit disappointed

even if it is crystal clear that sangyeon is THE CAMPUS OFFICIAL CRUSH

so you just take a deep breath and try and hold the ugly feelings to yourself

you shouldn’t let something like this just screw up your night

you came to have a good time!!! come on, it’s the first friday night of summer break! you aced on your finals!

it’s time to celebrate, not to cry over a boy you just have a tiny crush on

so you stay around the kitchen, preparing some weird drinks with a boy named juyeon

and after two younger boys (our dear sunric!!!!!) approached you, the four of you started some questionable drinking games

where you had to guess things about each other, if you guess wrong, you should take a shot

you’re not sure if you’re drunk by the time, but everytime sunwoo and eric called you NOONA (you don’t even know where this kind of treatment came from, you just got to meet them) you found it really freaking cute

time goes by quickly and you guys are immersed on your little game

but as soon as you notice your tipsiness is getting out of hand, you oblige yourself and the three boys in front of you to stop drinking

and a few minutes later you already feel better, just drinking only some apple juice

yes, apple juice… and it tastes disgusting, you just can’t stop staring at it on the cup thinking there’s going to pop out some weird alien from it at any second

when suddenly

“oh, hey there” at the sound of the familiar voice, you can’t help but look up with an oversized smile

you swear you see some weird motion by your side, as if eric was going to pounce on sangyeon, but juyeon and sunwoo kinda held him back

(later that night you got to know that he was really going to jump on sangyeon cause he wanted to hug and shower his hyung with love, but the other two FELT in the air that there was some unfinished business between you and sangyeon soooooo)

“don’t you guys wanna dance? let 's go dancing! bye y/n, bye hyung” juyeon says while dragging eric with him

“it was nice playing with you, noona” sunwoo speeds off the kitchen with an exasperated wave

“right, see you later” you say

and sangyeon giggles at the situation, before getting closer to you

“so you’ve been here for a while?” sangyeon asks

“oh, yes, for a bit, probably” you don’t know how to answer tbh cause you know your drunk blushy cheeks reveal everything even tho where you’re standing the light is slight dim

out there the music is still blasting and you’re feeling hot in anticipation cause sangyeon is looking at you so intensely

“it’s nice seeing you again, y/n”

you stare at sangyeon and he seems so sincere…

“i’m glad to see you too, yeon” you manage to confess

and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or just some rush of adrenalin, but the only thing running through your mind the entire night is how attractive sangyeon looks

and in his presence seems to be so much stronger bc you can smell his perfume

IT’S INSANE HOW YOUR MIND IS SPINNING JUST BC OF A GUY

(oh but he’s THE guy, so we understand you, y/n, don't worry)

and you can’t stop yourself from staring

you look into sangyeon’s eyes, and his strong cheekbones, his tall nose AND HIS FULL LIPS THAT LOOK SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL AND SO KISSABLE

you're going to die here i’m being serious

but your mind is such a trap

and out of nowhere flashes of that pretty girl who was flirting with him earlier comes to your mind

and your smile falter in your face

now your mind is so full of doubts and insecurity

“Y/N?” he says your name and something snaps inside you

im telling you, no one knows what was it that spurred you into some action

(it was the alcohol lmao)

but before you can second guess yourself, your hands are already cupping sangyeon’s face, putting him down to your height, to press your lips firmly against his

YOU GO GIRRRLLLLLLL GET YOUR MAN!!!!!!!!!!!

you don’t even know what you meant for that to be

just a peck?

you Do nOt kNoW

neither do i

but you’re so MAD RIGHT NOW

you can’t focus in other thing than how much you WANT SANGYEON

YOU WANT HIM TO TAKE YOU ON DATES

AND YOU WANT TO KISS HIM

YOU WANT TO SPEND AFTERNOONS WITH HIM AGAIN

AND YOU WANT HIM TO BE AWAY FROM PRETTY BLOND GIRLS BC THE ONLY GIRL YOU WANT HIM TO THINK ABOUT IS YOOOOUUUU

(omg that was cheesy im painfully sorry)

but his breath is hot against your lips

he smells like some boyish musk perfume and tastes like mango flavored vodka

even tho you just caught him on surprise, sangyeon do not waste a second and kiss you back

both of you end up throwing all caution through the window (i mean, for a couple of idiots who were stepping on eggs around each other,,,,, a kiss on a party on a kitchen with other people around is kinda BOLD)

you’re freaking kissing sangyeon

(in my mind right now there’s an audience screaming and cheering up for this scene)

you’re really kissing him the way you’ve dreamt so many times for the past months

it’s kinda sloppy, it’s not thaaat great because LET’S BE HONEST you are both drunk

but you try your best to make it special

so you curl your hands around the nape of his neck and lace your fingers through his soft hair

and sangyeon’s hands go straight to your waist 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

he grips tightly at your skin and pulls you closer while he himself is melting against you

TF BRO AN HOUR AGO YOU WERE HOLDING YOURSELF FROM CRYING CAUSE YOU SAW A GIRL FLIRTING WITH HIM AND NOW YOU’RE MAKING OUT WITH HIM IN HIS KITCHEN

you’re completely absorbed on eachother

AND KEVIN IS LAUGHING MALEFICLY AT THE CORNER OF THE PARTY BC HIS PLAN WORKED OUT

when you break the kiss, your hands stay wrapped around his neck and his hands stay firmly on your waist

you’re both out of breath and your foreheads are pressed together

and there’s this dumb little grin plastered across your face even tho YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW

WHAT DO YOU DO NOW?

but before you can let the panic control you

one of sangyeon’s hands comes up to touch your face softly

he kinda needed a moment to think too, you know?

and when your eyes meet his, you see adoration in it

“would you like to go out sometime?” he whispers

o mG F I N A L L Y HE ASKED YOU OUT (it’s easier now, right, you just did the hard part of KISSING HIM FIRST but okay we’ll let that slide bc he’s cute when he’s shy)

and you answer with an “of course”

and that’s how you both just turned into the “It Couple” of the campus

even tho some girls (and guys too humpf) get really jealous of you

sangyeon only has eyes for you

and he even dedicate some of his playlist at sangsang night just for you

and even tho some people think that being taken would make sangyeon less popular

it didn’t!!!!

it just made him a lot wiser about relationships

and now he offered some advices about dating and this kind of sentimental stuff

oh, and you’re always at sangyeon’s apartment now

and kevin is really happy bc you’re good company to have around

its all really cute bro

n/a: would you guys like it if i did part 2? i was thinking about making something more focused on radio dj!sangyeon… feel free to hit my askbox if you wanna say something, alright? thanks for reading until here ♡

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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Hi i just read your work and it is amazing!!!! Buuut, if its possible can you make a part 2 of Scraps? Like, the first one was so good... it kinda needs a sequel😂😂 if thats possible

Had to think about what I would write for a little bit, but I think I've got it.

Scraps (Part 2): Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Kakucho Hitto, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Manjiro Sano, Hajime Kokonoi, and Takeomi Akashi x Fem!Reader

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A pussy clenching, breath hitching, thighs squeezing mess.

That's what you're reduced to as you're in class, the soundless, dual vibrator/clit sucking device hidden neatly in your underwear.

Ever since you'd been introduced to the Alpha boys, they'd made you their personal plaything. And you didn't really mind; it was something to do when things got boring around the sorority house. But sometimes... they'd take their experiments out of your scope of knowledge.

This was one of them.

You were given the toy and told that if you could hold off on cumming for twelve hours, you'd be rewarded with whatever you wanted. But you couldn't take it out, you couldn't tell anyone - oh, and you didn't know who had the remote to it. The device is only controlled by a discreet, white remote, and any one of the seven men could have it, changing the speed or the pattern of vibrations of the device. Right now, it's on a pulsing cycle, making you squirm slightly in your seat as the professor lectures about art history.

You're sitting in the very back of the lecture hall where no one would sit if they wanted to pass the class. But you're content with today being an off-day. You need to survive this challenge, first.

You can't help but think of the various dicks that would be yours for the choosing once you finish today's challenge. But it's only ten o'clock.

Ten more hours.

Around twelve, you're trying your best to keep yourself calm, sitting on the edge of your seat while you attempt a test. The speed changes from pulsing to a dull vibration, giving you a brief break from the jolts of pleasure that go straight to your clit.

"Ms. Y/n, can you come up to my desk, please? Bring your test." You look up at your professor, who is cooking her finger at you. For a moment, you wonder if she's caught on to your little predicament, but when you approach her desk, she takes your test and crumples it up before throwing it in the trash, much to your surprise. "I forgot to tell you that you have an A in the class, so you don't need to take this test." You sigh in relief, just as the vibration changes to a more intense sensation. You tense up, clenching your legs before thanking your professor and leaving the classroom quickly.

You can't take much more of this.

Around three pm, you're laying in the sorority house, face down in a pillow as you moan, the feeling of an orgasm building on top of the other six or seven ruined orgasms from earlier. But you stuff this one down with the others, tears decorating your pillowcase as you sob in frustration.

Five more hours.

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At six o'clock, you're at your breaking point.

Dinner is at seven, but you can't even focus on anything except the buzzing between your legs. You're hazy, staring at yourself in the mirror and blinking slowly. There had been no relief, no naps, no rest from the torment, but the pink device inside of you persisted, making you want to cum over and over again. All you can do is think about algebra or something disappointing to prevent yourself from cumming all over the device and losing the challenge.

Suddenly, your phone begins to chime, and you raise it to your face, seeing "Alpha House" on the screen.

"Hello?" you breathe into the receiver, and you hear a chuckle on the other end.

"Are you okay, princess?" It's Mikey. The vibrator begins to pulse again, and you bite your lip.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. What's going on?"

"Come by the house at seven-thirty. The boys are excited to see you." Mikey hangs up the phone and you stifle a loud moan, trying to keep yourself together before you meet the boys.

One hour left.

At seven-thirty, you're standing at the door of the house, and the vibrator is going crazy. You almost didn't make it across the campus without your legs going weak, but you prop yourself up against the door with a hand, quivering at you wait for the boys to answer the door.

"Little sister..." Ran answers the door, his violet eyes observing your quaking figure. "You made it." You try to step through the door, but Ran catches you in his arms, stooping to pick you up. He holds you against his chest, cooing into your ear about how you're such a good girl, and how they're going to take good care of you before the night is over. You're deposited in the den, where the other guys are, and Ran parts your legs with tender fingers, revealing the device nestled inside of your panties.

"All day, huh?" Sanzu wonders, sitting across from you on the couch and stroking your thigh. "You're such a good girl for us. Kakucho, Rindou, and Kokonoi didn't think you would make it."

"We placed bets," Rindou explains, forking his cash over to his brother with a small sigh. "But you proved me wrong." Mikey appears, his black eyes roaming over all of those present in the room before sliding and focusing on your half-dazed self on the couch, legs spread and shaking.

"Ready to guess who had the remote today?" You nod, breath quivering as you look around the room at the men. Your first bet would be on Sanzu, but you figure guessing him would be too obvious. Your second guess would be Rindou, but he also seemed like the most obvious. So you're left with Kakucho, Kokonoi, Mikey, Takeomi, and Ran. "You get three guesses."

Three guesses. Five men.

"M-Mikey?" Various members of the frat shake their heads. Of course, Mikey wouldn't, he just comes up with the ideas. Takeomi seems almost too bored with you, so he's off the list, too. Two guesses and four men. A twenty-five percent chance of getting it right.

"Kakucho?" He shakes his head, leaning on the back of a chair and blinking slowly.

"One more guess."

Kokonoi or Ran. Fifty-percent chance of getting it right. Kokonoi had a class with you today, but you didn't see him move his hands around as you watched from the back of the class at all. But the sensation also didn't change during the class. You have to take a chance, though.

"Ran." The violet-eyed man smiles, then produces the white remote from his pants.

"Smart girl."

"But how--"

"On Wednesdays, my work-study has me all over campus. Every time I saw you or walked by the sorority house, I'd change the vibration." Sanzu chuckles then looks at his watch.

"It's time, ain't it?" Mikey pulls your underwear off, leaving the lacy thing on the floor before looking at the device, then back at you.

"You earned yourself some extra credit," he begins. "Are you ready for us, pretty girl?"

"Yes," you keen, jerking your hips up. "Yes, I am."

"Good." Mikey slides the vibrator out of you and puts it up to your lips so you can taste yourself. You suck the device slowly, fingers coming down to caress your swollen clit as you suck your juices off of it.

After this, he stands you up and bends you over the back of the couch, feeling a large, warm pair of hands on your hips. "I'm not going last this time," Takeomi mutters, pants down around his ankles. "Been waiting for this all day." You're more than prepared to take his length, your pussy squelching and sucking his cock into you. "Fuck, yeah..." The slapping sounds of your backside against Takeomi's hips begin, and you moan, feeling the relief of a cock filling you up.

The other six just watch, some with their dicks out, others palming themselves over their pants. Mikey, as usual, is standing at the back of the room, watching the scene before him with crossed arms. This is his foreplay.

He enjoys watching and listening to you squeal more than anything. He enjoys having control over six men who will bend you over and use you as a willing cum dump if necessary, like a breeder who requires his bulls to try their luck with you, the lone heifer.

And it's pleasurable enough for you to keep coming back for more.

"Why don't we record this one?" Sanzu wonders and Takeomi laughs.

"You're gonna have to ask little sister, here. She might not--"

"That-that's fine," you pant.

"Just a little POV thing," Ran adds, pulling out his phone. "Make it real nice, Takeomi." You look back and watch the man inside of you point the phone at the space between your hips, watching his cock go in and out of you with a smile on his face.

"Look at that pussy... she's creaming all over my cock..."

And each frat brother waits his turn to cum in you, with Ran's being the most you've ever felt inside of you at one time, and Sanzu's being the roughest. Kokonoi is taking his turn when you feel cum sliding down your leg, and when he's done, cum drains out of you in a small flood. Your fingers, which have been running over your clit and bringing you close to climaxing, are covered in it, and you want so desperately to stick them inside of yourself and then suck them dry.

Kakucho takes his time bringing you pleasure, tweaking your nipples, and running his tongue down your back and up again. You suppose someone else is filming you two, because both of his hands are on your body as he pumps you full of cum, ghosting his fingers over the slight bulge from his long cock.

Rindou is last, and you watch Mikey pull out his own cock, stroking it while Rin slams his hips into you, making you moan louder than you thought possible. He grips your neck from behind, choking you lightly as you let drool run past your lips and onto the couch. You hear Ran complimenting his brother on his fucking, and your raise on your tiptoes, praying his dick would stop slamming into your cervix.

"Take it," Rin whispers in your ear. "You can take it, sweet girl." You choke out a cry, then grip the couch for all it's worth as Rindou lets himself go. When he pulls out, Mikey stands, his eyes focused on your face as he walks around the couch, taking the phone from Ran and pointing it at your filled and abused pussy.

"Push it all out for me, sweetheart." You obey, feeling the cum leak out of you rapidly before Mikey stands, swiping his cockhead over your pussy lips. "You haven't cum yet?" You shake your head, breathing heavily. "Go ahead and cum on my dick." Mikey enters you and fiddles with your swollen clit, bringing you back to the edge and not relenting. You get no warning prior to the orgasm crashing over you; the feeling of release almost taking you out.

"Oh my fucking god," you cry out, and Mikey pistons his hips a little faster as you clench around him.

"That's a good pussy," he grunts, left hand gripping your hip while he cums inside of you, growling low in his throat. When he's done, he backs away, watching you push out his cum, too. "Now I want you to get on the floor and lick it up," he orders you. "Lick all of our cum up."

You get on your knees and lick the puddle off the polished wooden floor, each man watching you with slack jaws. When you're done, you show Mikey your tongue. He approaches you, grabs your throat, and spits in it, closing your mouth as you swallow that, too.

"Such a good little slut, aren't you?"

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Sex on Fire

Co-written with @radaofrivia

Characters: AU Captain Syverson - Gynaecologist, dr. Syverson x female reader

Word count: 4.522

Warnings: NSFW! Smut, so smutty. Gamahuche. Licking. Bodily liquids. Fingering. Sucking. Hair pulling. Begging. And I’m out of whatever else there is, but I’m sure there’s more - let me know and I’ll add them XD

Author’s note: This story was co-written with the always gorgeous and incredible @radaofrivia! She is the Brain to my Pinky! The Barney Rubble to my Fred Flinstone! My goddess Saga and my muse Erato! My drinking buddy and who will stay up till 4am with me to finish this story.

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*Edit: The title was decided before I realised that it is a song by Kings of Leon. These two have nothing in common except for the title.

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The grey concrete building stood tall in front of you. You leaned your head back to see the top, but it was nearly impossible. All you could see were windows leading into the sky. A doorman in a black uniform stood by the entrance, watching whoever went in and out. He nodded his head with a stoic look in a greeting.

The lobby looked more welcoming than the outside building. There was a fireplace with three sofas surrounding it and a coffee table stacked with magazines. A few women were already sitting there, gossiping about the new dapper doctor that had rented the entire top floor.

You rolled your eyes and went over to the reception. A man stood to greet you with a smile, but he was talking to someone in his headset, which only took a few seconds before he hung up.

“I am sorry about that, how may I help you, miss?” he asked.

“I’m here for an appointment with dr. Syverson,” you said a little nervously.

“Ah, yes. I have a form you need to fill out,” he handed you a piece of paper and a pen, “The elevators are just right over there. Take it all the way to the 52nd floor. Another receptionist will be there to guide you further.”

You accepted the paper and went for the elevators. A chill went down your spine as the cold air from the air condition hit you. You pressed the button for dr. Syverson’s floor. An orchestral song started playing over the speakers. It wasn’t until you listened closely to the lyrics that you noticed it was ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica.

You closed your eyes, swaying to the beat of the soft drums. Lars Ulrich had been your celebrity crush as a teen, and you still listened to their older songs when you had a bad day.

The elevator doors opened with a loud ‘ding!’, pulling you out of your trance. Another receptionist stood at the opposite side. She looked up from the computer and smiled.

“Welcome to dr. Syverson’s clinic. Do you need help filling out the paper?” she asked nicely. You quickly scanned what you needed to scribble down. It was mostly your personal information and history of health.

“No, I think I can manage, thank you,” you smiled back.

“You can take a seat in the sofas, and when you’re done just fold it and put it in the mailbox, dr. Syverson will call you in, shortly,” she motioned to a black mailbox by the elevators that you had missed when walking past it.

You nodded and went for the sofas. The room was warm and comfortable with green plants everywhere. The sand-coloured leather sofas were softer than you expected as you sank down. You filled out the form and put it in the box.

Instead of sitting back down, you decided to walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and take a look at the impressive view of the city. Your eyes widened at how far you could see, all the way to the ocean, and if you squinted your eyes, you might have been able to see your apartment building, even the bar you had often been frequenting lately.

Dr. Syverson walked out of his office. He stretched his arms above his head, feeling a bit sore from having sat down reading his patients’ charts all afternoon. Now he just needed to check on his last appointment, before he could go home and enjoy an ice-cold beer.

His receptionist was packing her stuff, sending him a kind smile. The perks of working with his sister were that she didn’t try to seduce him, or leave her underwear in his white coat pocket like some of his patients tended to do.

He smiled back and looked around the room. His gaze landing on you. His first thoughts were not ‘oh there’s my patient’, no, his mind went straight to ‘YOWZA!’.

“Last patient for today, Luc. I’ll be leaving now, see you tomorrow,” he heard his sister say to him. She smacked his arm to get his attention. He was pulled back to reality, saying goodbye to her before walking towards you, changing his mindset from dirty to professional.

You gasped when a flock of seagulls flew by, making you take a step back and hit a wall. Except the wall had arms that grabbed your shoulders before you hit the floor.

“Whoah, careful there, miss,” a deep rough voice said. You looked up and saw a man with a trimmed beard, a soft smile on his lips, and a mischievous look in his cerulean eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked out. You quickly remove yourself from his arms, first now noticing that he was wearing the white coat signalling he was dr. Syverson. And if that didn’t kick your brain in gear, then the name tag on his chest should do it. Dr. Lucas P. Syverson.

“It’s all good. This way, please,” he made sure you followed him to his office. The wall colour changed to a more soothing beige colour and was adorned with colourful paintings. You didn’t notice what they depicted before you stepped closer to one. It was of naked human bodies in various forms and shapes, very fitting for a gynaecologist’s office.

He had various books about his profession, but a few stood out to you. One had a peach on the cover and was written by dr. Syverson himself. You were impressed but wondered about the peach until you saw the title that made you blush deeply.

“How to eat a peach for dummies.”

He motioned for you to sit in the armchair, while he plopped down on the opposite one. He grabbed a chart from his desk and a pen.

“I’ve had a look at your medical history, and the…” Dr. Syverson looked down on the chart, “three gynaecologists that you have been referred to have written that you are in a state of good health. Well, we’ll see about that, I’m not too keen on some of these doctors you’ve had appointments with. They’re as old as Methuselah.”

You let out a peal of laughter. The joke having put you at ease with the doctor, who was smiling as you calmed down from your fit of giggles.

You were a little bit shocked by this doctor. Dr. Syverson was nothing like how you had imagined him. He couldn’t be over 40, with the extended educational schooling he would have had to go through. You remembered having read somewhere that it took at least 12 years to become a gynaecologist.

“Oh my gosh, they were. Another thing they had in common was that they would take a “quick” peek, not caring that I was screaming in pain, and then tell me that I’m healthy as a horse.”

Dr. Syverson sat back; his brow pushed together. You could practically hear the gears turning behind his forehead. He ran a hand through his beard, which made you notice that he wasn’t wearing a ring. If he wasn’t your doctor, you might have asked him on a date. Had you only met him at a bar instead of his office, and not being his patient. Damn it.

“There is definitely an issue we need to figure out here. I want you to know, miss that I plan on solving this mystery. Please, tell me in your own words what you think is wrong?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but all the sentences you thought of were too embarrassing to say out loud.

“Miss, you can say anything here. Nothing leaves these four walls, I promise you,” dr. Syverson tried to make you feel more comfortable with him with his gorgeous smile. His presence alone was putting you at ease. How did he do it?

“It burns when I’m penetrated,” you confessed.

“Penetrated how? During intercourse or masturbation?”

“I haven’t had sex since this happened. I can barely stuff two fingers in there,” you blurted, turning tomato red, confessing something so private to a total stranger, but it felt great to finally say it out loud, like a heavy stone being lifted from your shoulders.

“How about I take a look? Let me see with my own eyes that you’re ‘healthy as a horse’,” he quoted the old men, making you giggle. “You can leave your trousers and underwear on the bench, and have a seat on the table. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

The dashing doctor left the room while you removed your clothing. Feeling a little self-conscious, as you walked over to the gynaecologist table with the stirrups and sat between them, trying to cover your private parts with your shirt.

Dr. Syverson came back soon with a variety of scented candles in his arms.

“The smell of something nice usually helps my patients to relax a little,” he explained. He held them up for you to choose.

“This one,” you smiled and handed him the one called Ocean Mist.

“Nice choice, that one is my favourite,” the doctor grinned. He set the lit candle on his desk. The scent of a sandy beach and salty ocean soon filled the room. The doctor pulled the ultrasound machine towards you. You leaned back on the table inhaling deeply, willing your abdominal muscles to relax. The sounds of a guitar reached your ears. You watched as he set a portable speaker on the small table next to you.

“I hope you don’t mind a little music,” he said, smiling, while he put on a pair of bright orange gloves.

“I love Metallica, so please keep it flowing.”

“Can you guess the song I’m playing? Put your legs up here for me,” he patted the stirrups.

You lifted your legs, intensely listening to the instrumental version of the song.

“Is it ‘The Unforgiven’?” you asked.

“Correct, you’re good. This is going to be a little bit cold,” he squirted a large amount of gel on the ultrasound wand. He slowly inserted the rod inside you, pushing ever so gently. “How long have you listened to Metallica?”

You winced at the invasion but tried to keep your muscles from tightening around the smooth object. You didn’t see the set jaw on the gorgeous looking doctor. Your sweet scent was tickling his nose and making his mouth salivate by the thought of tasting you.

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve been to at least one concert per tour they’ve done,” you groaned in pain.

“I’m sorry, your right ovary is a little difficult to find. You’re doing great. Your left ovary is the epitome of health. Are you on any kind of birth control?” he asked casually, trying his best to make you feel safe around him.

“N… no… I…” your voice broke, and tears started streaming down your cheeks. Doctor Lucas quickly removed the wand, cleaned it and sat down next to you.

“It’s okay. Let it all out,” he told you softly. Concern for your well being was painted on his chiselled face.

“It’s just that… I haven’t had sex for years, YEARS doc. No man wants a broken woman, especially not a woman that cannot be penetrated without her screaming in pain.”

You babbled so much you forgot that you were in a gynaecologist’s office and not at a psychologist.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt all that out,” you started to blush a crimson red.

Lucas fought hard not to pull you into his arms. His protective instincts were on high alert; he wanted to make you feel safe, make you feel loved. He was cursing the bastards who had hurt you. To him, women were the stronger sex, had to endure more pain than men. Women are precious, made to birth life, made to give love and be loved.

“It’s quite alright. You’ve had a rough time,” he patted your arm, the safest place to touch you and went to get up. “I’m going to feel around to see if there’s something I’ve missed with the ultrasound. What other bands do you listen to?”

You watched as doctor Syverson slapped on another pair of gloves and squirted a smaller amount of gel on his finger, on his long thick finger. You were practically drooling by watching him prepare to examine you.

“Eh… I listen to a little bit of everything,” you said. You laid back down and draped an arm over your eyes. Watching the handsome doctor working was becoming too much for you. He was stirring feelings inside you that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and not in this form or quantity. You had taken a look at his well-proportioned ass when he walked out earlier, and his black trousers did very little to hide his hefty package.

“I’m sorry, but, again, this is going to be a little cold. What was the last song you listened to?” he warned.

It was an erotic scene, watching him standing between your legs, one hand on your belly, while the other was about to enter your most sacred place. You felt him enter. A soft moan escaped your lips.

Lucas’ ears perked. He hadn’t expected to hear that sound coming from your full lips. Had he heard correctly? The little vibration from you sent a jolt straight to the beast he was trying to keep dormant. This wasn’t the first time a woman had moaned while he examined them, but you were different. Another sweet sound reached his ears. You were so responsive to his touch, so open, so reactive. His mind was racing, but one word kept popping up, more.

You had forgotten how to speak, how to form sentences, how to communicate. You could only feel.

“Miss?”

“Hmm?”

“The last song? You listened to,” he didn’t mean to sound so tense, but he had to distract himself, his treacherous mind, he needed to keep the small-talk going, to break the silence. He wanted to kick himself in the balls for thinking about you, while he was fingers deep inside you. His compassionate instinct was winning over his lust.

Stop it, Lucas! You’re a professional. You cannot mess up! You CAN NOT fuck this up! She needs your help. Lord, give me strength.

“Oh...” you murmured, coming back from whatever universe he had sent you to with his finger technique, “Ehm, before the Metallica song in the elevator, I listened to ‘What’s Your Country Song’ by Thomas Rhett.”

“That’s a great song. I like country music.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed you as a country kinda g… GOD!!!” you gasped as he curled his finger, touching the spot.

You released a louder sinful sound, a sound that hadn’t left your lips in a very long time. Lucas watched as your chest was heaving, gasping for air. The room was suddenly suffocating him. He felt like he was burning up from the inside. His breath was hitched, and he couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Why did you have to sound like desire itself?

“Does it hurt when I do this?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave and reduced to a velvety whisper. He hooked his finger once more, listening intensely to the sounds escaping you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your eyes rolled back in your head. You lifted your hips, moving your pelvis closer, needing more friction, needing to feel him deeper inside you.

Fuck!

He was watching you, vehemently. A fire was burning deep in his groin, heck even his eyes were flaming. His shoulders moved fastly up and down as he was heaving in the air through his parted lips, he needed oxygen, he needed to control himself. He was scolding himself for feeling like a horny teenager.

“This is… wrong,” he said in a panic. He moved his hand away from you. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist in a fierce grip.

“Please…” you begged, “please don’t stop. I… I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Please, Lucas… I need you… I need you to finish this.”

He could hear the need in your voice. He could smell your arousal. You were clawing your nails into his skin. The look in your eyes was clear that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. The same eyes were shining with unshed tears, begging him for release, and the sound of his name from your lips was making him so close to breaking his resolve.

“I… can’t… you’re my patient,” he groaned, his forehead showing the concerned lines of wrinkles, which made him look even more desirable.

“Can’t you make an exception? Just this once? Please...”

Lucas ran a gloved hand through his short-cropped hair. He turned away from you, needing support for his shaky legs he leaned against the back of his office chair. He was thinking about it, really thinking about it.

“Please, doll. Don’t test me. I’m standing on the edge, and I’m this close to jumping in with both feet. I can lose my career, and I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.”

You watched as his shoulders sank. You moved off the examination table, pulling the hem of your shirt down to try to cover your nakedness.

“I’m sorry, dr. Syverson. I… I didn’t mean to put you in such a precarious situation,” your voice was small. Your gaze firmly on the wooden floor beneath your feet, you felt so ashamed to have tried to seduce your gynaecologist, who was only trying to help you. Lucas turned around to the sound of your voice breaking, and a little saddened that you started calling him his title again. Your cheeks flushed, your arms wrapped around yourself. You gathered the courage to move towards your clothes.

“Damn it!” he cursed. He moved towards you with the speed of lightning before you could take a single step. His large muscular frame wrapped around you, your head was laying on his chest, listening to the racing of his heartbeat.

“Say ‘you’re fired’,” he ordered, his voice husky and commanding like some kind of army captain, but it was also desperate. Desperate for you not to leave him. Craving your touch. Desiring, longing, yearning, lusting for you.

Your eyes widened in shock as you processed his words. He heard you gasp as you realised what he was saying.

“Dr. Syverson… you’re fired,” you whispered seductively, although a little shaky too. You watched as the sweet and calm doctor changed before your very eyes.

He clashed his lips with yours in a hungry kiss. He was starving; his only thought was to taste you that was his only goal. Your scent had been making him insane; famished was more correctly described.

While holding you in his arms, he made you move backwards until your bum found the end of the exam table.

His kisses were desperate, and so were you. Your heart felt as if it was about to beat out of your chest. Your breathing was shallow. It was going to happen; it was really going to happen.

He lifted you up and made you sit on the exam table. He parted your legs and went to stand between them. He cupped your face between his warm palms, leaning down to kiss you again. He kissed your jaw and all the way to the shell of your ear.

“Please, don’t regret this,” he whispered and went to touch his forehead against yours.

“I want it, even more than you do,” you answered breathlessly.

With your consent, there was no turning back now.

He devoured your mouth while his hands roamed all over your body. He unbuttoned your blouse while you shoved his white coat to the floor. You pulled at his button-up, buttons were flying everywhere. He shoved your shirt down your shoulders and off your arms before he threw it somewhere behind him. You ran your hands up and down his hairy chest, wanting to feel all of him, not the doctor, but the fine specimen of a man that he was.

He removed your bra with a flick of his fingers. Slowly revealing your breast to him. Your nipples two hard buds, waiting for his mouth to suck, lick, bite, whatever he wanted to do.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His voice was desperate, so filled with lust, but also something oh so sweet.

Lucas moved his lips down your collar bone. Feasting on your breast, nibbling at your skin, before he finally went to town with your nipples. With the first touch of his tongue on your left breast, while he pinched the right, you let out a loud guttural sound. Just him playing with your bosom was about to send you over the edge. The coil in your belly was so close to snapping.

“More… Please, Lucas, more,” you whimpered, pushing his head to the place where you needed his mouth the most, right between your thighs.

You heard him chuckle. He gently pushed you down, making sure you were comfortable before he hooked your legs over his shoulders for better access to your glistening desire.

“Fuck…” you mewled. The sight of the mountain man between your legs, the growing bulge in his dark trousers was so erotic you were about to combust. Your sex was on fire.

“Your body is divine, bug. It was made to be worshipped. I want to make the pain go away,” he said softly.

You didn’t get to say a word as his tongue ran along the seam of your wetness, making you shutter from the first contact. His tongue was wide and long, his mouth blowing hot air as he sucked your lower lips gently.

That tongue of his was everywhere, inside you, lavishing you, adoring every centimetre of your flushed skin. You lifted your head to watch him working you into a frenzy, right as he sucked his index finger into his mouth, coating the digit with his saliva.

The pleasure that he was giving you was overwhelming. The moment he pushed his finger inside your womanhood, was like nothing you had felt before. His finger was warm, and it was a whole different feeling than when he was gloved. His tongue darted out to play with the glistening pearl hiding between your lips, sucking in his finger. Your wetness allowed his movements to be smooth and easy, in and out, and he found that spot that made you howl in ecstasy.

“Luc… I’m… I’m so close… FUCK!”

The coil broke, snatched, ripped apart. You weren’t pushed over the edge, you were shoved, hard, and the pleasuring waves kept coming and coming. It felt as if your orgasm was never-ending. You never wanted to come down from that high. It was addictive.

You released your hold of Sy’s head from your thighs, not having noticed you had trapped him. You were panting hard, trying to catch your breath after the tsunami of an orgasm the doctor had given you.

Lucas’ palm covered your cheek, wiping the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

“Did I hurt you, doll?” his face scrunched in concern.

You shook your head, no.

“No… that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.”

The smile on Lucas’ face was breathtaking. He was beaming with pride. You watched as he leaned back, noticing he was still wearing his trousers. The apparent bulge in his abdominal area looked painful.

You moved to sit up, motioning for him to stand.

“I want to return the favour,” you told him, unzipping his trousers. You were gentle, as the tent grew more extensive, the more you released his manhood from its confinement. You helped him out of his black boxer briefs and came face to face with the finest cock you had ever laid eyes on. You were drooling, licking your lips, dying to taste him.

“You don’t have to, angel,” he groaned as your tongue darted out to taste the precum leaking from the tip, hearing him growl, a sound coming from deep inside him.

“Please let me, Sy,” you pleaded, taking his length in your hand. You looked up to see Lucas nodding slowly. He groaned in acceptance.

You ran your tongue over your palm to lubricate it. Lucas’ eyes widened to the size of teacups. His cock jolting in excitement, his heart skipping a beat at the erotic scene happening right before him.

One hand touched his hips, moving to the small of his back, to have a grip on his ass, pushing him closer to your face. He filled your hand beautifully with his hardness, yet he was still soft to the touch of your palm. You started moving your hand up, slowly, hearing his gasp was turning you on even more than you already were. You smeared the clear precum around the glans with your thumb. Delicately wrapping your mouth around him. Your lips were stretched to max capacity, a voice in the back of your mind was telling you that you had to be careful not to lock your jaws, but then again you had a doctor right in front of you if the situation should happen.

You languidly moved his member further into your warm mouth, coating him with your saliva. Your tongue gliding over the tip. Lucas released a low moan that sent vibrations through his body. He lifted his face towards the ceiling. Your hand left his ass, moving down his thighs, tickling the backside of his knee, before travelling up the inside of his thigh and gently cupping his balls.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he guttered. You sucked the part that could fit in your mouth in synchronicity with your hand’s movement. He felt the tightening deep within his testicles. The hitching in his breath notified you of his coming release. You led his hands to your scalp, letting his fingers fisting your hair, before giving him a sultry look with his cock in your mouth.

He was grunting hard as he set the pace, while you did your best to keep up with him. Moving his hips, chasing his release inside your mouth. You relaxed your throat, letting him take over. You wanted so much to please him.

“Fuck, sunshine… I’m so close,” he growled.

“Come in my mouth,” you uttered. It was like something within him snapped the minute you voiced the words. He moved faster, harder, rougher. Until you felt the first spurts of his seed hitting your palate. You swallowed everything he spilt and then licked him clean.

Sy fumbled with his office chair as he sat down with a satisfied hum and pulled you to sit on his lap.

“That was amazing,” he smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose, your cheek, the corner of your mouth and lastly a lingering kiss on your reddened lips.

“Glad you approve,” you grinned back, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“About those books,” you pointed towards the books you had peeked at earlier.

“Theses I had to write for med school.”

“Tell me about them while you rest for round two.”

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Just Two Sad Roommates

Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.

Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰

The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great.

Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.

Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point.

Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.

I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.

And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.

Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.

I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time.

Holy shit, I’ve lost it

I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!

I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from.

“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.

“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.

I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”

He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”

My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”

I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about.

I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.

“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“

“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“

I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“

So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.

Must be that music.

“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh

I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”

He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”

I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”

‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘

I was never aware this level of sass even existed.

I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”

We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.

“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“

“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”

Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”

He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.

With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.”

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