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jillianallen14 · 9 months

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Dear Baby Bats - Goth Band Recommendations

As a middle sibling goth (I’ve been in the subculture for close to 10 years now, so not a baby bat but not an elder goth either), let me turn you on to some bands because we do not gatekeep in this house!! Also, if you want consistently good lesser-known & brand new goth band recs, go follow Awfully Sinister on TikTok and Instagram. He’s a DJ & has great recs. I've found so much music through him because it's really hard to keep up with all the new bands cropping up every year. You want to avoid the goth subreddit because they are extremely gatekeeper-y and argue over labels constantly. It’ll just confuse you, and they are not nice over there.

If you’re very new to the subculture, and you haven’t yet listened to all of Bauhaus, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Cure, Sisters of Mercy, Christian Death, Cocteau Twins, Clan of Xymox, Joy Division, and Depeche Mode, go do so now. You'll want to know which of them you really enjoy the most because it will help you know which sub-subgenre(s) of goth you want to watch out for, and it'll tell you what to look for to find it. For example, Sisters of Mercy is the gothic rock subgenre, Christian Death is deathrock, Cocteau Twins is ethereal wave, Clan of Xymox is like the original darkwave, Joy Division is classic post-punk, etc.

I’ve bolded some of my absolute must-listen to goth bands, and I've put monthly Spotify listeners for each band so you know which ones deserve WAY more love. And in my pre-list ramblings for each OG band, I've given you some key terms to look up so you can more easily find music that's similar to what you enjoy. Okay, here we go:

If you like Bauhaus:

Bauhaus is a hard one because honestly, nobody really sounds like them, and they aren't really that closely associated with a specific sub-subgenre of goth. They have an extremely unique sound. They’re my favorite band of all time (I even have a tattoo for them, like I am devoted lol), but even I have a difficult time finding other bands that scratch their particular itch for me. These bands I’ve listed are as close as you’re gonna get imo.

Virgin Prunes (80’s band that has absolutely unhinged music in the way Bauhaus has unhinged music; one of my favorites; no one else does it like them and no one else ever will; I would actually give my left foot to see them live); 13.2k monthly listeners (this is actually physically painful to me, how is it this low!!! don't walk, RUN to go listen to them)

Alien Sex Fiend (80’s classic unhinged goth); 77k monthly listeners

Sextile (modern band that has some very Bauhaus-sounding guitar work at times); 147k listeners

The Danse Society (80’s unhinged goth; has similar experimental vibes to Bauhaus imo); 36k listeners

Sex Beat (80’s band); not even really on Spotify

Ritual Howls (modern band; I don’t know why it gives Bauhaus, but it does; one of the few modern bands that scratches that particular itch for me); 45k listeners

The Agnes Circle (modern band; one of my favorites; they have the right Bauhaus-like atmosphere for me); 52k listeners

Traitrs (I can’t explain why they remind me of Bauhaus, but they do; another one of my fave modern bands; they make me want to start levitating and doing the Ian Curtis dance in the same way Bauhaus does lol); 239k listeners

Paralisis Permanente (underrated 80’s; they have a lot in common with Bauhaus’s sound actually, def give them a try!); 54k monthly listeners

If you like Siouxsie and the Banshees:

Siouxsie is another one that's hard to pin down sound-wise because again, they don't really fit into one specific sub-subgenre, so all of these recs are just goth bands with female vocalists who have the same kind of powerful vocals that Siouxsie does.

Second Still (modern band; singer sounds a lot like Siouxsie to me at times); 69k listeners

Skeletal Family (80’s band; has the same “women in punk” vibes that Siouxsie has); 55k listeners

Xmal Deutschland (80’s band; has the same powerful vocals that Siouxsie has; makes you wanna go stupid go crazy the way the Banshees do); 73k listeners

Secret Shame (modern band w/ w woman singer; has the same rage that Siouxsie songs have to me, especially early Siouxsie); 6k listeners (let's get those numbers up, folks!!!)

Rosegarden Funeral Party (modern band w/ a woman vocalist); 57k listeners

Mephisto Walz (90s & 2000s; sounds so much like the Banshees at times); 56k listeners

If you like Depeche Mode:

For Depeche Mode enjoyers (which DM is kind of on the fringes of what’s considered “goth,” but they’re so entrenched in the subculture that I included them anyway), you’re gonna want to delve into modern goth playlists that have a lot of EBM (electronic body music) and modern goth that leans towards synthpop/synthwave. So those are the kinds of playlists you’ll want to search up for similar sounds to DM.

Nuovo Testamento (modern band; combines post-punk and pop elements in a way that’s very similar to Depeche Mode; lots of fun live, and they have a good sound); 25k listeners

Boy Harsher (modern band; relies heavily on synth; feels like it should be playing at every goth club); 558k listeners

ULTRA SUNN (modern band; singer sounds like Dave Gahan); 217k listeners (they just blew up on tiktok recently, which explains why this just skyrocketed since the last time I was on their Spotify page lol; good for them, good for them, they deserve it)

Ministry's first album, which was synthwave/synthpop before they went industrial (this is one of my all-time favorite albums)

French Police (modern band); 252k listeners

Closed Tear (modern band); 152k listeners

Night Sins (modern band); 33k listeners

Panic Priest (modern band; vocals sound decently similar to Dave Gahan & there is a lot of reliance on synth; In All Severity is a gorgeous song); 5k listeners

Fad Gadget (underrated 80’s band; I just feel like if you like DM, you’re also gonna like this band); 58k listeners

If you like The Cure:

You'll be hard-pressed to find a goth band that wasn't influenced by The Cure, so I really can't give you any key terms for what to look up lol. They also changed their sound so frequently that it entirely depends on what era of The Cure's music you're looking to find similar music for.

Vision Video (modern band; combines post-punk and pop elements like The Cure does; one of my fave modern goth bands; they are INCREDIBLE live); 52k listeners (I'm gonna need y'all to get a song or two of theirs to blow up on tiktok expeditiously lol)

Urban Heat (modern band; great live); 36k listeners

The Chameleons (80’s band; very underrated; they are also very good live); 167k listeners

House of Harm (modern band, very new; also very good live; has pop elements); 44k listeners

Deceits (modern band, another very new one); 28k listeners (it's crazy how much this number has grown the past two months because it was in the single thousands not that long ago; everyone say thank you, tiktok)

Drab Majesty (modern band; their instrumentals remind me of The Cure); 172k listeners

Double Echo (modern band; their instrumentals also remind me of The Cure); 15k listeners (let's get these numbers up!!!)

The Bolshoi (underrated 80’s band that combines new wave and goth elements in a similar way to The Cure); 114k listeners

The Essence (underrated 80s band that sounds so much like The Cure it’s actually insane, but they’ve got their own sound too; they’re like a perfect blend of all of The Cure’s different sounds); 25k monthly listeners

Miss Teen America (brand new band from NYC! They only have one single out right now, and it’s well worth listening to); 940 monthly listeners (y’all know what to do!!! Let’s get those numbers up, up, up!) link to their single: https://open.spotify.com/album/4nvdZeUVLLrMv3tEziCqm7?si=2WVS7-eYQLGR7Id3wLiKhg

If you like Clan of Xymox:

Most of these bands will be modern ones because Clan of Xymox was honestly way ahead of their time. (They are also amazing live, so go see them before they eventually call it quits!) For playlists that are full of their vibe, you’re gonna want to look up “darkwave” playlists and also some EBM. Clan of Xymox pioneered darkwave, so any darkwave band you listen to is gonna be influenced by their sound in some way or another.

Harsh Symmetry (modern, very new; very heavily relies on synth); 29k listeners

Ssleeping Desiress (modern band; instrumentals similar to Xymox); 55k listeners

Twin Tribes (probably my favorite modern goth band; they are fucking incredible, and I’m dying to see them live); 276k listeners

ACTORS (modern band; heavily relies on synth); 86k listeners

Mareux (modern; heavily relies on synth); 4.8 million listeners (this is wild!!!! everyone say thank you, tiktok)

Sixth June (modern); 23k listeners

Plastique Noir (modern); 40k listeners

Rendez Vous (modern); 160k listeners

Minuit Machine (modern); 97k listeners

If you like Christian Death:

All of these recs will be deathrock recs or goth bands that heavily leaned on punk sounds. So if CD is the OG goth band you’re most fond of, you’re gonna want to delve into deathrock playlists for similar sounds.

Asylum Party (80’s band); not on spotify

45 Grave (80’s band); 47k listeners

Voodoo Church (80’s band; probably my favorite out of this bunch; I actually like them more than Christian Death); 7k listeners (let's get these numbers up immediately!!!!)

Ausgang (80’s band); 2k listeners (WHAT; they deserve so much more, damn)

Corpus Delicti (90’s band; they are very good; they sound the least like Christian Death on this list imo); 26k listeners

13th Chime (80’s band; very underrated); 6k listeners

The Birthday Party (80’s band; very unhinged sound); 54k listeners

UK Decay (you know, I actually don’t know what era they’re from; unhinged sound); 1k listeners (omg)

Super Heroines (underrated 80’s band); 2k listeners (you see what I meant about underrated?)

Specimen (80s band; this one could have just as easily gone under Bauhaus tbh, but the vocals are generally higher pitched than Peter Murphy’s, so I put them under this category); 102k listeners

Sex Gang Children (80’s band; just so unhinged & I love them for it); 27k listeners

Suspiria (90s, I think? I don’t actually know); barely on Spotify but 27k listeners

Theatre of Hate (80s); 7k listeners

Bloody Dead and Sexy (2000s, I think); 44k listeners

If you like Cocteau Twins:

Cocteau Twins’ early sound is usually categorized as “ethereal wave” goth, so those are the playlists you’ll want to look up if you enjoy their early sound. If you like their later sound, you’re gonna want to lean more towards shoegaze for similar vibes.

Dead Can Dance (80’s band; NO one, and I mean NO ONE, was doing it like Dead Can Dance; so fun to dance to in the goth club); 332k listeners

Lycia (90’s band; their music is very transcendent); 20k listeners

Linea Aspera (modern band; gorgeous woman vocals; honestly, their music is just very beautiful); 67k listeners

This Mortal Coil (formed in the 80s; some songs feature Elizabeth Fraser & Robin Guthrie from Cocteau Twins, but even the ones that don’t still have an ethereal vibe similar to CT; Sixteen Days/Gathering Dust is just like the best song ever); 310k listeners

If you like Joy Division:

All of these bands will be ones that sound very classically post-punk, so those are the playlists to search out; emphasis on "classic" because post-punk is a very broad term that gets applied to a lot of music. I would argue that Joy Division has had the most influence out of all the OG goth bands on the current goth sound/goth renaissance we're going through right now, so there are a LOT of bands out there for you if you’re a JD fan.

Molchat Doma (modern band); 2.5 million listeners (wow lol, they've grown so much over the past two years, it's actually insane; good for them)

Soviet Soviet (modern band); 152k listeners

Fearing (modern band; very good live); 30k listeners

Ploho (modern band); 146k listeners

Pink Turns Blue (criminally underrated 80’s band; they are SO good live); 98k listeners (this is an actual travesty, this band is way too good to not even be in the hundred thousands)

The Sound (another incredibly underrated 80’s band); 119k listeners

This Cold Night (modern; has the deep vocals of Joy Division and the driving bass); 150k listeners

Bleib Modern (modern); has very similar vocals to Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, which is a band listed under the Sisters of Mercy section of this post, so if you end up liking this band, you should also listen to Red Lorry Yellow Lorry & vice versa; 36k listeners

Lebanon Hanover (modern; has the existential angst that Joy Division always ignites in me); 936k listeners (this is crazy, holy shit!!!!!! go, Lebanon Hanover, go!! now if only they would tour the damn US)

She Past Away (modern; deep vocals); 226k listeners

Belgrado (modern; woman vocals!); 18k listeners (they deserve better than this!!)

Leonora Post Punk (modern; Mexican goth band w/ Spanish vocals, so support them! They’re amazing! They have those deep vocals you want when you’re looking for a similar sound to Joy Division); 56k listeners

O. Children (modern; has the deep vocals & interesting bass lines that Joy Division was known for; great band); 29k listeners

If you like Sisters of Mercy:

This is one of my least favorite goth subcategories, which is odd because I actually love Sisters. But if you’re looking for a lot of music that sounds like SoM, I’d suggest delving into the 90’s and early 2000’s goth music scene. Search out those playlists.

Rosetta Stone (90’s band); 54k listeners

Miazma (modern); 10k listeners

Red Lorry Yellow Lorry (another criminally underrated 80’s band; one of my fave goth bands); 40k listeners (THEY!! DESERVE!! BETTER!!)

Dreamtime (modern); 65 listeners (ouch lol, please go show them some love)

Fields of the Nephilim (80’s, I think; if you’re a metalhead, you’ll probably appreciate this band); 95k listeners

The Merry Thoughts (80s); 19k listeners

The March Violets (underrated 80s; might be a controversial opinion to put them under SoM, but I’m standing by it); 69k listeners

Horror Vacui (modern; it’s kind of a stretch putting them here tbh, but I couldn’t figure out what other category to put them under); 44k listeners

Also, if you want a 1500-song, 105-hour goth playlist that’s constantly growing, here you go. The name of it is a dig at my ex lol: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6jCV530pMmOEmDHj4CLNka?si=cEVKiyAwQpaieGiV2pMyqw

#goth music #Bauhaus #the cure #Christian death #Siouxsie and the banshees #goth #post-punk #baby bats #music recs #Joy division #Depeche Mode #clan of Xymox #sisters of mercy #Cocteau twins #Spotify

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waitinginthecorner · 2 years

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#dj ron #i learned the lyrics to this one sooo quick.not that theyre hard but its a sign of my devotion #car jam songs just hit different these days #theyre what keep me from rear ending people #or gettinf out and beatinf them half to death #but im once again practicing patience and understanding....so like. its fine #and thats why i have my driving playlist. which needs to be wicked refined honestly #Spotify

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folkloresthings · 25 days

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❛ HEAVEN KNOWS ❜ ❨ lando norris x singer!reader ❩

📻 track two: wendy.

in which the they were the perfect couple, until they weren’t. or in which we take a look back into what made heaven itself fall apart.

. . . SEPTEMBER 2023

INSTAGRAM. september twenty—seventh.

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yourusername first song from the good witch! i wrote wendy after a day huddled under my duvet rewatching every adaptation of peter pan that exists. it’s all about falling for lost boys and trying your best to see the best in them even though your heart tells you better. it’s about not making sacrifices even though you want to, learning to put yourself first despite how much love might blind you to do the opposite. what about wendy!

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user STOP these songs are going to tear lando apart i just know it

charlottesiine wendy darling 🤍 lock the windows!!!!

user is lando her lost boy 😭😭😭

REWIND… AUGUST 2022.

for just under three years, heaven was all you knew. lando was a dream, all wrapped up in his love for you and forever devoted to your attentions. maybe the effect of being locked up together for months as the pandemic reigned had given you both a taste of stockholm syndrome and left you with nothing else to focus on. or maybe it was just time.

the beginning of summer break was when you felt the first shift. every other year, lando whisked you away on a holiday to the sunniest place he could find. he wined and dined you, making up for all of the lost time between the racing season and touring. only, this time, he had booked a trip to ibiza with max and his friends.

“what about me?”

“i don’t see them that often either, you know that,” he defended.

it was understandable, you supposed. he liked those kinds of places, you didn’t. so while he partied there, you spent a little extra time in the studio. but then it was a week in spain with carlos, another in croatia with daniel. the compromise came in the form of monaco. you would take some time off, leaving your london flat behind, and come stay with lando in his monte carlo apartment.

you were all excitement, until you realised your time there was scheduled around lando’s meetings and dj sets and boys night out. the desperation to be close to him trumped all else and so you followed him around like a lost puppy, forever blinded by the sweet kisses and doting promises.

“i’ll take you to dinner tomorrow night, just me and you,” lando would murmur in your ear, letting your frustration subside long enough to let him go back to his friends.

it took that whole month in monaco to realise that this is what lando wanted: someone to follow after him and live for the short term magic, only to be let down by the endless maybe’s, trusting that he’ll catch you when you fall. it terrified you, and yet your undying love kept you playing along.

“i have a show in brixton next week,” you told him on your last morning in monaco, shoving the last of your clothes into your case. “it’s low-key, for some of the really devoted fans. i got management to put your name on the list.”

lando zipped up the last of your belongings, soft thumbs caressing your cheeks. “i wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

you grinned happily, uncaring for whatever doubt sank in your stomach when it was just the two of you, his lips soothing on your warm skin. he loved you, truly.

INSTAGRAM. august twenty—first.

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y/nupdates y/n in brixton tonight! 21/8 🤍

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user1 the intimate shows w her are my fav 🥺🥺🥺

user2 mother!

user3 was lando there? i heard she gave him a shoutout

⤷ user2 she sang feels like this and dedicated it to him!

⤷ user4 yeah but it seemed like she was looking out for him in the back when she said it and it didn’t look like he was there ☹️

⤷ user5 ouch 🥲

“are you alright?”

it’s the first thing you ask when he answers the phone, and you know it’s horrible that you hope something bad has happened — but it’s better than the truth that weighs heavy on his lips.

“i’m so sorry love, i meant to call you earlier,” lando groans through your speaker, your dressing room door clicking closed behind you. still in your stage outfit, you await the excuses. “the flight was delayed and then cancelled. i would get the next flight but i’ve got that thing tomorrow evening.”

“oh, i see.” your eyes sting.. “are you back in the apartment now?”

“huh? oh yeah, i just got an uber back from the airport and i’m ordering some food now.”

if you had the energy to scoff and argue you would, for you can hear the distant bouncing of club music on the other end of the phone, most likely muffled by where lando has hidden away in the bathroom.

“that’s nice,” you whisper, picking anxiously at the skin around your nailbed. “well, the show went really well. i think that—”

“babe, you’re breaking up. i’ll call you tomorrow okay?” lando’s voice raises as the bathroom door on his side opens to let the loud music peek in. “i’m sorry again.”

“okay, bye,” you sigh, but the call ends before he can even hear it. sinking into the small sofa of the dressing room, curling into yourself, the tears flow over your perfect makeup — fading the lipstick you’d chosen just for him.

you couldn’t live like this, is what your friends told you when you spent your evening crying on their sofa. but you loved him, and you would follow him to the ends of the earth. you could be married soon, waiting up at night for the sound of the door unlatching. it’s a life you could have and you knew it — even if it wasn’t what you wanted.

INSTAGRAM. august twenty—second.

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yourusername a week in neverland

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user1 boyfriend lando pics!!!

carlossainz55 so great to see you!👸

⤷ yourusername time for you to come to london now!!!!

⤷ carlossainz55 ✈️🏃🏻💨

user2 ofc lando brings her to the track even on summer break 🙄😅

landonorris my wendy darling ❤️

⤷ user3 does this make lando peter pan?

⤷ yourusername 🤍🤍🤍

user4 still sad we didn’t see lando at the london show :(

writers note: did i promise this new chapter ages ago? yes but just be happy you guys have it now 🫶❤️‍🔥

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#💋 HEAVEN KNOWS.#lando norris #lando norris smau #lando norris drabble #lando norris instagram edit #lando norris blurb #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic

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pcktknife · 2 months

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im glad dedf1sh is in side order very cool to see someone that has only ever been name and a 2d image in the actual game but it was more interesting when it was believed that they made the choice to undergo the sanitization process to devote themselves wholly to their work (said in a 2018 interview) instead of being brainwashed and forced to dj

#side order spoilers #kae.txt

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lil-tachyon · 8 months

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For the last couple weeks I've been drawing logos / designs for local-ish (mostly NJ, some PA and NY) bands as warmups in the morning. Here's what I've come up with! Massive post below the break explaining each logo + where to find each band and listen to their music.

Teenage Halloween- a staple of New Jersey basements for probably about a decade now and finally getting wider recognition in the last couple years. Pop punk / power pop with a killer horn section. First time I saw them was in New Brunswick playing with Walter Etc. and Blowout. They played a killer cover "Build Me Up Buttercup" and my wife got a black eye in the pit. Recommended tracks: "Brain Song," "666," "Clarity." Their first EP is on a separate bandcamp page btw, check it out here it's great.

Sweet Pill - They will call themselves a Philly band but in my heart they'll always be from Glassboro. Definitely one of the more recognizable names on this list. Emo revival - early stuff is more twinkly, more recent stuff is heavier. All of it's great. Recommended tracks "Nephew," "High Hopes."

Shark Club - Central Jersey's finest. I'm very biased because I actually know these dudes and they did the music for my wedding. Some of the best pop punk you'll hear and the nicest people you'll meet. Recommended tracks: "Game Theory," "Bill Murray," "Heavens to Betsy."

Rest Ashore - My favorite band for the last (oh God I'm old now) eight years. From gut-wrenching emo ballads to virtuoso math-rock instrumentals they do it all. One time I got to sing vocals on "Lucy's Theme" at a house show- thank you Erica! Recommended tracks: "Hjarta," "Chinese Opera," "Devotion," "Soyuz Sweetheart." Too many bangers to name honestly, just deep dive their discography.

Morus Alba - First band I ever went to see at a house show and still one of my absolute favorites. Their music feels like the bridge between the best pitchfork, /mu/ alt rock bands and high energy basement emo. I mean that as a compliment and I hope it comes off as one lol. I should note that since 2019 Morus Alba has morphed from a band into an experimental hip-hop project so later releases sound radically different and basically disconnected from the earlier stuff. Also my favorite release from them, Live at Isabelle's, has been scrubbed from the internet but if you'd like the files just email me. Recommended tracks: "Skyscraper," "Human Resources," "The Goodnight Waltz."

Have a Good Season - another Jersey mainstay that's still going strong. Emo revival in their earlier releases, now with more 70s power pop influences in their newer stuff. See them live, they put on a fantastic show and usually play some great covers in addition to their original music. HaGS guys if you're reading this, please put your version of "Since You've Been Gone" online, I'm begging you. Recommended tracks: "Joseph / Shel Silverstein," (you have to listen to them together for the drop, so good) , "Gum, "Gleaux / Scab." Also, frontman Nic Palermo interviewed me once.

Elephant Jake - If you see any of these bands live make it EJ, they put on such a damn good show. Electrifying indie punk from the Empire State. Recommended tracks: "F.D.C." "Sarah Moyer," "Goodness to Honest," and of course you gotta learn "Sebastien Bauer" for the singalongs.

Blind Lion - Sadly one of the greats that we lost along the way. Defunct since about 2017. I only got to see them once but it was a great performance. Alongside their own stuff they played some killer covers of "Bad Moon Rising" and "Moonage Daydream." I had trouble doing a logo design for them because I actually really like the composition, if not the "Ed Hardy-ness," of their existing logo so what you see here are two separate attempts, neither of which feels entirely satisfying to me. Frontperson Larry Flately currently plays in Nematode and also handled production of Bradley Gardens joke hiphop group The Breakfast Boiz under the moniker "DJ Ova EZ." Recommended tracks: "Brumous," "Dinner."

Fighting Seasons - A band that I sadly found out about too late (via a sticker under the bridge in my town which has since been painted over). 2010s pop punk that packs a helluva punch, especially considering that I'm pretty sure the members were high schoolers for most of the band's existence. I think some members may have gone on to form Sawce (FFO Chon, Polyphia, that type of music) but I can't remember where I read/heard that so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Recommended tracks: "Fighting Seasons," "Oil on Canvas"

Milkmen- Another fallen giant, officially disbanded in 2019. Like Morus Alba, they played the very first house show I attended and their few releases remain on constant rotation in my home. Used to put on a great show and were one of the bands I always thought would make it big until suddenly they weren't around anymore. Frontman Ben Thieberger contributed guitar and vocals to Covid quarantine project Kin if you're looking for a bit of an extra fix but beyond that I don't know what these guys are up to these days, sadly. Recommended tracks: "Ramus," "Johnny Dangerously," "how sieves catch breeze," "K.O.T.H."

Stand and Wave - New York (now Philly) pop punkers delivering instant dopamine hits with every track. Another great live act, see them with EJ if you can! They often play shows together. Recommended tracks: "Convos," "Mrs. Dash," "Splashton Kutcher," "Michael Collins."

My Chemical Romance - You know who they are. While I was drawing all these other logos I ran a poll on Patreon to decide which famous New Jersey band should also be graced with a drawing from me. MCR won the poll by a hefty margin so unfortunately you won't get to see me do an illegible black metal take on Hoboken's Yo La Tengo. I ended up doing two versions: the one with the halo is the first, the one with the bats was the second. I tried to do something kind of thin and elegant with the first one and I don't think it's terrible but I also wasn't quite satisfied with it. For the 2nd attempt I tried to lean into the kind of pulpy, almost horror punk aesthetic of early MCR and I think that one looks better even if it's less original.

Anyway if you took the time to read through all this, thank you very much! And please support these bands! Also If any of the links aren't working please let me know.

-Logan

#emo #pop punk #new jersey #band logo #logo design #punk #my chemical romance #mcr #emo revival

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blouisparadise · 2 months

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Upon request, here is another part of our possessive Harry rec list. If you missed them, you can find part one here and part two here. There are a ton of amazing fics on this list that we hope you'll check out. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Back Where I Belong | Explicit | 7,217 words

Harry’s trying to have a conversation with Nick, who he hasn’t seen in nearly three months, but the way Nick’s eyes keep darting over his shoulder every few seconds is quite distracting. It’s ironic, because at least a quarter of the reason that he’s even talking to Nick in the first place is because he needs a distraction. He’s all too aware of exactly what’s going on behind his back. Nick is the one who finally brings it up. “Do you think he’s doing it to spite you?” “He’s definitely doing it to spite me,” Harry answers tightly, resisting the urge to crane his neck around so he can see. He clutches his drink a little tighter, trying to keep his tenuous control over his own movements.

2) Come A Little Closer | Explicit | 9,867 words

Louis puts on lingerie. It's not, like, a thing.

3) Fuck U Betta | Explicit | 11,438 words

There’s something about having Louis like this, exposed and desperate, that makes a primal urge bubble up from deep inside Harry’s chest. Desire mixed with something else, something unquantifiable. It’s the thing that makes them want this, need this. Nothing else will satisfy them or quench their thirst.

4) Please, I'm Begging | Explicit | 13,746 words

Louis is an omega who just wants to be with Harry

5) Rendezvous | Explicit | 15,357 words

"Harry's got a date tonight." Zayn greets him. Louis misses the good old times, when people used to say hello. "Why's he got a date, Louis?" Louis has no time for Zayn's nonsense, he's late to crash Harry's date. He only came here for one thing. "I need the fur coat." he announces. "No questions asked."

6) I’m Kind Of Into It | Explicit | 19,483 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

A pair of eyes follow him, narrowed and if Louis has judged right; assessing. Trying to see if Louis has a favourite. Waiting to see if he gives it up to one of the baying crowd. He doesn't. He straightens up and moves smoothly back towards the intriguing man in the front-row seat. He hasn't moved, bar to clutch his fingers slightly around the edges of the circle-shaped seat; his thighs pushing open a little further as he tucks his ass in; showcasing his dick somewhat. The dress pants do barely anything to cover the jut of that length and Louis makes it his personal mission to make him hard. It's insulting really that he's not already there. He's been dancing for three minutes and if that isn't long enough to incite some interest then what is?

7) Play By The Rules | Explicit | 21,835 words

Fed up with the excess energy that’s wreaking havoc on his personal and professional life, Louis asks his boyfriend to dom him in the hopes that it’ll help him relax. Unfortunately, Harry is a bit of a disaster when it comes to being a dom. So, Louis decides to get creative to try and encourage the dominant side out of him.

8) Worth The Wait | Explicit | 29,262 words

In all the words Louis would use to describe a baby shower, the last one he’d ever thought to use was depressing.

9) Can’t Fool Me | Explicit | 30,162 words

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

10) Blue Songs Are Like Tattoos | Explicit | 30,739 words

“Good morning, University of California, you’re listening to KALX 90.7 FM Berkeley, this is DJ Harry Styles. If the owner of the tapes I’ve been finding around the studio doesn’t come forward and introduce himself, I’m going to continue tossing them straight in the trash!”

11) Like It’s A Game | Explicit | 32,223 words

There is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

12) All This Devotion | Explicit | 38,047 words

Louis is Harry’s work wife. The already blurry lines of their friendship are smudged further when they get caught up in a web of lies.

13) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don’t Bite) | Mature | 42,036 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

14) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42,207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

15) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57,077 words

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared. Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate. ‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand. “Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

16) Not Afraid Of Living On A Fault Line | Explicit | 55,218 words

His eyes widened when he realized he had just somehow managed to ask Harry to hang out. Judging by Harry’s own expression, he wasn't the only one who was shocked. Louis expected him to laugh off the ridiculous request but the beta looked up at him, almost hopefully. “Are you being serious?” “Um,” was all Louis could say, feeling every bit as speechless as Harry had been earlier. “Are you?” Harry shrugged. “I’ve been told I need to get out more.”

17) These Still Waters Run Deep | Explicit | 64,602 words

Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.

18) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83,712 words

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realizing that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.” Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

19) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words

Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them. Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one. Until two terrible truths are revealed. One, he's adopted. Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers. Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.

20) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113,444 words

Giving up and letting them think they're right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson's mind. In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.

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#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #blp fic recs #blp #possessive harry

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stravacious · 7 months

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i was thinking about fionna and cake’s version of jermaine, and drew her this morning!! i posted her to r/adventuretime and she didn’t do too bad there, so i started writing stuff for fionna and cake world lol more headcanons below the cut :)

i originally posted her under the name “jasmeen” but i think corrine would be better suited for the sibling alliteration with cake :) huge thanks to some of the users in the reddit comments who helped brainstorm some of this!! lemme know what u think lol

fionna was adopted at birth by a (human) couple, cynthia and marlowe. cynthia works in the city’s forensics department and they both own a funeral home/cemetery. they have big hearts, and have a hard time charging folks for caskets and burials. they owned two cats, corrine and cake, and fionna took cake with her when she moved out, leaving corrine at her (now elderly and retired) parents place. if corrine could walk and talk like cake in this world, she’d be running the funeral home and going after people for the money they owe her elderly parents. it’s shitty work and they aren’t hurting for money, but things in this life aren’t free, right? her true passion is sculpture, and eventually she learns to let the debts go and focus on her work.

fionna’s biological parents, milton campbell and mallory mertins, had a nice relationship in the beginning. but when mallory gave birth to fionna, she disappeared from the city with her. having always struggled with her mental health, mallory’s post-partum depression became post-partum psychosis and she left fionna at a safe surrender site in her daze. her psychosis spiraled and she was sent to prison before escaping into homelessness. milton died not long after their disappearance, after serving as a nurse for his entire career and saving thousands of lives. he even had a newly built hospital named after him after his death.

gary prince was on his own at a very early age, leaving the abusive home of his aunt georgia, uncle larry, and cousin chantal. georgia goes on and on about all the wonderful things she was meant to accomplish if she didn’t have to take in gary and his sister, and chantal goes along with it all. larry at least is sympathetic and sends money to them when he can. as a result, most of the money gary makes goes towards taking care of his special needs sister, nadine.

marshall lee was extremely close with his father, elijah, before he died. elijah wanted nothing to do with hana’s money or work, and raised their son in a small home in the forest. marshall grew up knowing how to rough it in the outdoors, before his mother took him away from that life and into a stuffy, proper one. she sold the house he grew up in and he never forgave her.

flora never knew where she came from. her favorite activity is catfishing dudes online. she hates her appearance, and feels like she’ll never truly know who she really is. after the events of the show fionna and cake, she learns all she can about fionna by stalking her online. she adopts fionna’s backstory as her own, and even commits a few instances of identity theft against her. this torments her and she hates doing it, but feels like she has no other choice. her and fionna look strikingly similar, and it has made her actually start to appreciate her own appearance and feel whole for once.

phoenix fleming hates his mother, she’s a big preacher in the local church and raised him as strictly as possible. he was barely allowed to leave the house until he moved out as soon as possible, and discovered his love for raves and DJing. he now devotes all his time to being dj flame, and his mother refuses to let him be. his next door neighbor, miss bundy, is kinder to him than his own mother ever was, and brings him treats every day.

jermaine > corrine

joshua > cynthia

margaret > marlowe

minerva > milton

martin > mallory

gumbald > georgia

lolly > larry

chicle > chantel

neddy > nadine

elise > elijah

fern > flora

phoebe/flame princess > phoenix

cinnamon bun > miss bundy

#stravacious #adventure time #fionna and cake #headcanons #jermaine #gary prince #marshall lee #margaret and joshua #fern #flame princess #minerva and martin #uncle gumbald #don’t ask me how cake and monichromicorn could date in this world bc i genuinely have no idea LMAO

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nasubeenwithcat · 20 days

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☕️Milky Coffee Discotrain AU🥛

The Conductor goes the movie vocational school on the moon and Grooves works at a cafe to raise money for his dream. They loves each other but they need to leave for their dreams.

☕️Both of them are not movie directors. They are not even a conductor or a DJ. In this AU, the two met before they succeeded.

☕️The Conductor goes the movie school on the moon to study movies. But his purpose is almost sightseeing. He doesn’t want to be a movie director. Because of it, there is a big differences in enthusiasm between the other students and him.

☕️He likes coffee with plenty of milk and sugar. He drinks it every day, every morning. It didn’t take long for him to find a cafe in the neighborhood of his new house.

☕️Grooves helps a master at the cafe. He has many other job, but he grinds beans there in the morning.

☕️His goal is to success as a musician, but he needs money first to do anything. He works busy here and there for his dream, go to the university and he writes a music with just a little free time. ……While fighting the anxiety of the future: when does this effort fruit?

☕️The Conductor and Grooves met there. Every time they went through the morning, they were falling in love. But they will soon know that not everything will work as well as in the movie.

☕️To begin with, why the Conductor went to the moon? Why he studies movies, not trains?

☕️He knows from the time he was born: he will be a conductor. No matter how much he loves movie, it is not allowed he becomes a movie director.

☕️Originally, he was supposed to study train all the time until he took over the job, but he exceeded his parents’ expectations. He was allowed to be free for only 4 years due to his great results related train.

☕️He loves his family and the Owl Express. He consented to devote himself to the train in exchange for 4 years of freedom.

☕️Once he becomes a conductor, he cannot go anywhere. He decided to go the place where the Owl Express can’t go: the moon. He goes to the school to enjoy movies from different perspectives, not to work.

☕️At this point, Grooves can choice his possibility but he has to make an effort to be what he wants. He ran away his home and came to a distant town after argued with his parents about his future.

☕️There is a piano isn’t used for a long time in the cafe. The master can’t play it, but Grooves can. He lives and works in the cafe on the condition of answering the customers’ requests and helping a little. If he works another four years, he can do everything he has to do for his goal.

☕️He works others places after school because the cafe is only open in the morning. No matter how busy it is, he is still happy. Because he believes it is more fun than living stable life at the mercy of his parents.

☕️They respect each other, but also deny each other to some extent. The Conductor thinks what Grooves is trying to do is reckless, and Grooves can't understand why the Conductor is only trying to run on a predetermined set of rails. However, neither of them will ever put that into words. If they have any complaints, they just shut up and drink their coffee with their words.

☕️After four years, they will be leaving in a big way. The Conductor will return to his hometown to run the train, and Grooves will leave the cafe to pursue his own dreams. They exchange engagement rings and then return to their respective lives.

☕️But fortunately, it was not an eternal goodbye. Besides, their meeting had meaning.

☕️The conductor, after consuming half his free time, would get a little serious about his supposedly unfulfilled dream. Maybe he was influenced by Grooves' aspirations. For example, were there more different possibilities for him that he just didn't know about? ...He gradually begins to develop an enthusiasm for "making" films.

☕️His love of trains and family is genuine. But he will find that his yearning for his films is stronger than he ever imagined. He had not even given up on his own life so easily that he couldn't easily let go of the clapperboard once he had a grip on it.

☕️Grooves would also be reminded of his distant family. Seeing the conductor miss his family, he may have realized that not all the time he shared with them was bad. For the first time in a decade, he would visit his own family home.

☕️There he would finally learn that it was not out of malice that his family had opposed his dream. The first embrace in a long time was enough to rewarm the family ties that had been frozen.

☕️They fulfill their dreams. Grooves was successful and was able to own a large nightclub, and the conductor was able to learn how to balance his dream with his job at home.

☕️Eventually they will resume in the spotlight. There will be none of the negativity they once had for each other. They will giggle and exchange engagement rings, then talk about the latest movies, hit songs, and new rings.

🥛The conductor likes sweet, pure white coffee. Ever since the day he had his first cup of coffee, he has followed that recipe. Grooves drinks it basically without anything in it, but sometimes he changes the seasoning to suit his mood.

🥛They cannot live in a house together, even after they are married. The conductor can't leave the train, and Grooves has his own nightclub. But they decide on one day a year to spend together. Until then, they sleep with a wedding ring.

🥛But the two of them would take the space shuttle as often as they could to celebrate their husband's success. There are plenty of opportunities to call their partners, such as film festivals and contests. Of course they don't do their work just for that, but it is among their motivations.

🥛Even during normal times they call quite frequently. What they talk about there is not much different from what they used to talk about at the counter of a cafe, though. If there is a difference, it is that neither of them talks about their fears for the future anymore.

The End! I wrote everything I wanted to write. I just wanted to publish one of my many notes. If there are any questions I will try to answer them.

#a hat in time #my art #ahit fanart #ahit conductor #the conductor #ahit dj grooves #dj grooves #discotrain #a hat in time au

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succubusonthedoorstep · 1 year

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜ! ┊┊ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Word Count? 4.2k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Warnings? Office Sex, Ass Slapping, Explicit Language + Smut, Oral Sex (f!receiving), Virginity Loss, Squirting, Cum Play, Fingering, Light Somnophilia, Brat Taming, Choking, Dad!Toji, Hair Pulling and Back Scratching (Megumi’s a pain slut), Pussy Slapping, Name Calling (slut, whore), Possessiveness, Unprotected Sex, Fluff, Overstimulation. (mentions of: car sex, alcohol use, Megumi's doggies <3)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Author’s Notes? My love for trashy reality tv really jumped out in this one… This fic was made for my Sexy! Collection, & i’m v proud of it. I have shorter fics and HCs in progress for between stories.

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“Hurry up and pull off your skirt,” Megumi rushed calmly. “I wanna make you cum on his desk before we return.”

He was already pulling curtains shut in Gojo’s office, black mask pulled down to his chin. Megumi was to retrieve whatever collection of books from his office on the other side of campus and somehow or another convinced the mentor to allow you to join.

As soon as the door to the classroom closed, Megumi’s hand patted your butt along the halfways, chuckling under his breath when you used your hands to cover your redding ass.

“I don’t think you can do it,” you huffed out, moving the papers on the large oak desk before jumping onto it. The room was utterly cloaked in darkness now, your eyes adjusting slowly to Megumi’s figure approaching you.

“You’d be wrong, as usual,” he replied coolly as his fingers unbuttoned his shirt. “I already know you’re wet, so it’ll be easy to fuck you how I want. But I don’t have plans to lose my virginity in Gojo’s office.” He breathed the last two words out breathlessly as if the thought exhausted him. “So I'll wait two weeks...”

It wasn’t the first time Megumi turned down sex with you. In fact, for the past four months, you’ve been dating with little progress past oral sex. He expressed early in the relationship that he wanted to take things slow, but the sentiment could only last so long when you devoted every other night to each other, making dinner and pouring the other wine.

“Oh? Are we doing it?” He had leaned down to kiss you just as you sat up, nearly butting heads with him from sitting up so fast. A bright smile spread across your cheeks. Megumi’s eyes softened.

“Mhm, we are. I’ll have the house to myself two weekends from now,” he says, pulling up a chair to Gojo’s desk and fitting his head between your legs. Warm lips brushed your clothed pussy, hands coming up to pull your legs over his bare shoulders and kiss your inner thighs.

“Two weekends from now,” You repeated as your fingers found themselves raking through his raven hair in contemplation. Nobara would be upset that you couldn’t make the DJ set she planned to attend, but she’d have to understand. Besides, if anyone knew of your sexual frustrations with Megumi, she did.

“Fuck, you should’ve seen him waking up this morning. Naked and laid on his stomach with the blanket barely covering his-“

“(Y/N)!!!”

“He has dimples on his lower back. Did you know that?”

The cool air against your center brought you back to Megumi, who was tossing your red panties over his shoulder carelessly. He had little interest in the students passing by the office door when he connected his warm mouth to your pussy and groaned at the gasp you let out.

“I’d ask if you still don’t think I can do it… but,” Two long digits collected arousal to spread around the bud of your desperate clit. “We both know the answer now.”

Teeth dug into your bottom lip in a defiant attempt to hold your moans and prove your boyfriend wrong. He only shook his head to snicker quietly, his fingers moving back down to push two fingers into your warm heat.

“We’ll know the answer,” you breathed out between his fingers steadily fucking you, “when Sensei’s desk is soaked.”

Megumi clicked his tongue in disapproval. How could he plan the perfect night for you if you were going to be such a brat? It was no secret he could make you cum with little effort- you had only recently begun texting him during class to come to his car for a quickie. The image of you spread out across the back of his black Audi (A 20th birthday gift from Toji) with your legs open was burned into his mind for what he hoped would be forever.

Resolved to leave no doubt in your mind, Megumi scooted his chair closer to the desk and wrapped your thighs around his ears.

“When Sensei’s desk is soaked…” he whispered to your cunt, fingers still playing with your wetness. A sarcastic response caught in your throat as his tongue flicked lightly against your sensitive bud, making your toes curl.

The unwavering patience you had for Megumi was one of the reasons he loved you. Over the past month, he began showing his appreciation by eating you out, resulting in Megumi unintentionally becoming addicted to your taste. Even with slick coating his mouth and sweat sticking to his forehead, it was the one action he felt he could grant you and never get tired of.

“Haven’t you teased me enough?” you asked, half begging. “My butt still hurts from the walk over here.”

The picture of him feasting on your cunt was more than enough to make you cum, eyes closing in concentration. Only to reopen to catch your eye with an intoxicated green gaze.

“Mmmph,” He moaned in response, giving his hand a push that left his fingertips impossibly deep. You could feel the indulgent smile against your cunt, a signal that this wasn’t about you cumming anymore- he was proving you wrong.

The eye contact you held had your cunt squeezing his fingers. The challenging look in your eye solidified his need, but what were you even resisting? The fingers filling you up curled and pressed into your g-spot, imploring you to answer his unasked question.

You had a hand in his hair and the other gripping the edge of the desk. You weren’t looking so good- skirt lifted to expose your cunt and a light sheen of sweat decorating your thighs and neck. The wetness of your pussy being played with, demanding moans, and Megumi’s grunts of effort filled the room.

Schoolmates be damned, he had something to prove.

His tongue flicked generously against your sensitive bud, drawing out more crying pleas from your throat. The fist in his hair tightened and his cock jumped in his pants from the mouthwatering pain.

“My slutty little girlfriend-“ He started, interrupting himself to take a few more lewd slurps at your cunt, your legs twitching in response. “All this sweetness for me?” He asked, wetness covering his chin and hand when he pulled back to glance at your disheveled appearance.

You slowly sat up on your elbows to catch a cocky smirk past his lips.

“I asked you a question.” His hand swiped to smack your pussy with wet fingers, the stinging from his fingertips landing directly on your clit. You cried out, gripping the edge of the desk and your wrinkled skirt in the other. Megumi watched and spread your lips to watch your cunt spasm and clench around nothing, relishing in the control he had over your pleasure.

Your voice could only come out as a whine, “‘Gumi, please!”

Another slap echoed through the office and a lusty scream followed it. You could feel your clit begging for friction and your hips lifting helplessly, only to press your back into the dark wood of the desk at your boyfriend’s command.

“And fucking stay there,” he breathed, pushing his dry hand through his hair. The sight of him with his hair pushed back brought a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“You don’t even gotta answer, it’ll never be for anyone else.”

He leaned back down to your pussy and slipped in three fingers with minimal resistance. They fucked themselves into you at a steady pace, fingers stroking the sensitive spot in your walls.

“C’mon whore, squirt on me,” he coaxed soothingly, mouth finding your slit again. He ran his tongue between your folds slowly up and down a few times before settling on your clit.

“‘Gumi,” You breathed out, grip becoming impossibly tighter on your Sensei’s desk. “Wanna be your slut,” You slurred out, watching your messy cunt take the strokes from his fingers, clenching around the digits as the pressure in your stomach intensified.

He watched your reaction past your mound, fingers speeding up to curl and draw more sobs from your lips. The desk shook slightly with every push into your pussy, and every pull drew out slick that dripped down your hole and onto the surface you laid on.

“F-fucking love you so much,” Was all you managed before pleasure rolled through your hips and you slowly released onto Megumi’s fingers and face. The warm liquid from your cunt dripping from the desk and on the tile, evidence of what only Megumi can make you do.

Your body was overflowing with warmth- you could only see white as your hips lifted from the desk with each ripple of satisfaction, the sweet twitching of your cunt being pacified by your boyfriend’s gentle strokes to your pussy lips.

As your breathing steadied, Megumi pulled away to give you a gentle kiss on the gold anklet you wore with his initials. “All good?” it came out in a whisper as if he was scared of your answer.

The intoxicated, lust-filled green gaze he gave you earlier had diluted into the concerned look of a lover. You gave him a thumbs up, and he smiled warmly.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up. He’s already onto us.”

Two weeks later. Friday, 9:30 pm.

Eight hours, 46 minutes, and 2 seconds until Toji left for his business trip.

A plate of untouched dinner sat in front of you.

Exhilaration, that’s what you feel at the kotatsu with Toji and Megumi. It was rare that they sat together for a meal, (you joining them was even more infrequent) However before Toji left on long trips he wanted to spend time with his son. He was fond of your entertainment as well- often walking through the living room to comment on what was usually playing on tv.

“That’s fuckin’ cheap, that girl had no idea she was gonna swing.”

“Who fights on stairs?”

“You think this shit is real? I can’t tell to be honest with you-“

“Toji, just sit down! Geez!”

The luggage by the front door was another oddity tonight. He usually kept the large suitcases in his room, but the flight was early.

“Say your goodbyes tonight, probably sleep through me leaving,” he advised, cutting and taking a bite of the steak occupying his plate. “I know you guys like staying up late into the night.”

“Yeah,” Megumi replied, poking his asparagus with a fork. “We’ll probably find a movie or something to watch,” he added, turning to you. “We’re behind on some things.”

A fist balled under the table in your lap while the other held a clean silver spoon. Toji was too preoccupied with his steak to notice it shake slightly in your hand at the insinuation, but Megumi caught it. He amusingly squinted his eyes at you and beamed sarcastically, expecting an answer.

“Yes!” You exclaimed a little too loudly. “We haven’t watched our reality tv in weeks,” you huffed in fake frustration. Eyes begging and lips pouted, you added, “You’ve been making me wait so long, ‘was about to start a new show.”

His jaw tightened, and you knew you had him.

“Thought ‘Gumi hated that stuff,” Toji voiced between bites, only half in the conversation.

He did. Whenever you’d watch Brat Club, he’d give you a gentle kiss on the cheek and put his headset on to play video games with Yuuji and Nobara.

“It’s not that bad, baby-“

“Yuuji, what are you even aiming at?!”

You waved a dismissive hand. “No, no! He loves it so much, he won’t watch it while it's airing so he can binge-watch at the end of the season.”

A light brush of pink spread across Megumi’s cheeks, forehead wrinkling at your words.

“That’s dedication, Son.” He shared, nodding his head. You choked back a laugh.

“Thanks, Dad,” Megumi murmured shyly, eyes glued on his plate. Beneath the kotatsu, your socked foot grazed Megumi’s thigh in comfort.

The rest of the dinner was relatively quiet. Toji inquired politely about your studies in public relations and how the relationship was progressing. Between the two of you, a knowing smirk passed. Megumi gave his father a warm response as his hand found your foot, squeezing it affectionately.

Satisfied with his dinner, Toji said his goodbyes and goodnights, leaving the dishes to you and Megumi.

Your eyes met his as you both listened to the heavy footsteps disappearing upstairs. The tranquility of the dining room was left undisturbed, a silent conversation taking up your attention. Watching him through long eyelashes, his hand slipped beneath the fabric to tug his black sweatpants down. It was a motion you had become all too familiar with, and you licked your lips. Once the steps vanished, Megumi massaged your foot and broke the tension.

“C’mere, Baby. Let me get a good look at you,” He beckoned, fingers curling at you. “I need to tell you something.” His tone was casual, almost nonchalant. It concerned you.

“Oh, what is it?” You asked, withdrawing your leg to lean forward and give him a sentimental look down your shirt. His eyes were fixed on your chest as he pushed a frustrated hand through his black locks to watch you slowly crawl to him on the tatami floor.

The sight of your breasts pushing together left his heart weaker than before but watching them squish and nearly fall out of your shirt?

He knew keeping you off for the night would be hard, but he thought he had more time than this.

As you reached Megumi, his cheeks flushed deeply, and the bulge in his black boxer briefs was evident. Your mouth watered more than it did over dinner.

“Gonna be nice to me, ‘Gumi?” The question came out demure and innocent as you climbed into his lap, settling into your favorite seat. “I didn’t think you’d wanna lose it in the dining room, but okay!”

“I’m not losing it here,” He sighed, trying to convince himself more than you. “I have more self-control than that,” Voice cracking at the end of his sentence, Megumi’s dilated eyes finally met yours. “Don’t pretend you don’t know.”

“Do I?” You immediately countered, hands finding the hem of his shirt. “You must’ve lost it two weeks ago when you made me squirt in-”

Slender fingers caught your cheeks in a tight grip to tilt your head up. Your glossed lips puckered for Megumi as you felt his ghost over yours.

Breaths mixing, he whispered, “I can’t fuck you the way I want with him home. I can’t fold you over the kitchen counter or have you ride me in the bathtub.” His eyes traveled down to your lips for a moment, and he gave them a sappy kiss. Your mouth immediately opened, desperate for more of Megumi to consume you. One of his hands found the back of your neck while the other remained on your ass, and he leaned forward.

“Gonna be obsessed with your pussy, babe,” He murmured needily between kisses until your back touched the floor. You secured your legs around his waist and could only whimper as he ravished your senses. The grip on your ass and his hand holding your head as if you might leave all but fueled the four-month-old desire that burned for Megumi.

“‘Gumi, I need it,” You rushed out, still keeping your lips connected. “Toji won’t know a thing- Ah!” His hips rolled, making his dick press and rub the thin cloth of your cotton panties into your clit, and a shiver ran through your legs. “Just fuck me here, please baby-“

“No.” He disregarded bluntly, cutting you off to pull away and hold himself up with stiff arms. An exasperated sigh came from your lips and your eyes rolled, making your boyfriend chuckle.

“Don’t be a brat, you only got a couple of hours to go.”

Usually, you’d plead your case further, but Megumi made his point. He planned to make you wait through the night and feast on your desperation in the morning when he could truly take advantage of it. You shifted your legs to alleviate the arousal between them to no avail.

“C’mon, let’s go upstairs,” He sat up and tucked his cock back into his sweats, the print evident.

“To watch our shows.” He gave your pouting lips a few more pecks as you were helped off the floor.

Nine hours later. Saturday, 6:48 am.

32 minutes and 54 seconds since Toji left for his business trip.

There was a pressure around his waist that Megumi couldn’t seem to shake.

He tried shifting his weight around his bed but immediately felt your missing presence. That woke him up more than anything- he was usually the first one up to walk the dogs. The slight warmth in his sheets from your sleep had him opening his eyes. The morning rays shone between his curtains and he could make out your figure on top of him.

The two of you were quiet for a moment. A small, shy smile crossed your lips that made his cock throb beneath you. He assumed you hadn’t been awake long, as you weren’t wearing anything but panties.

“‘Woke up thinkin’ of you, Gumi,” you began, breaking the silence to rock your hips against his bulge. Your fingers intertwined, palms kissing as you continue your story. “I left the room a little bit ago to check and the bags aren’t there…” Your voice trailed off, the pleasure rising in your hips only getting sweeter. Beneath you, Megumi had his lips between his teeth, a feeble attempt to suppress his moans.

“Yeah?” He grunted, eyes trailing down to watch your hips move.

“Fuck yeah,” you lightly breathed out, head tilted to the ceiling and pressing your hips harder against his dick print. The wet spot on the briefs had Megumi questioning if it came from you or him.

“As soon as I saw he was gone, I knew I had to have you,” At your words, Megumi’s hips began to rise to fuck himself between the crease your cunt created in your underwear and he could swear he felt your clit flutter at the contact.

The fingers interlaced with yours released as you mustered out, “Do you wanna be on top?”

“Mmmm,” He hummed in thought, lifting you slightly to tug his underwear down. “Nah, I’m good,” He confirmed. “You look perfect like that. Besides, you’re more experienced.”

His cock slapped against your stomach, fully erect and leaking down his shaft. “I thought I’d be up so I could make you a nice meal before I slut you out for the day,” He sounded genuinely regretful, a frown crossing his face. “Gonna wanna fuck you again after this, so I can’t cook…” His fingers had found the thin lace of your panties, hooking his fingers beneath them.

The shyness on Megumi’s pink face and avoidant eyes brought you back to the day he asked you out. You smiled at the memory- sometime during golden hour, he had stopped you outside your last class to invite you to dinner later in the week. Nobara and Yuuji told you about his crush a month before, but you still pretended to be surprised.

Voice small, he asked, “Waiting for a written invitation?”

Giddiness written all over your face, you rid yourself of the fabric and tossed it. Megumi shook his head in amusement, lining himself up with your cunt.

“Don’t get greedy, It’s my first time but I wanna make you feel good too… So don’t make me cum too fast, alright?” He asked softly, a hand on your thigh to rub it in comfort.

You nodded. The words you had for him caught in your throat as your cunt slowly stretched for his length, the feeling of being filled with cock making you sigh in contentment. He grunted and immediately sat up to secure his hands around your waist, your hands landing on his shoulders out of instinct.

“D-didn’t need your help,” you stuttered out, a smirk passing your lips. He rolled his eyes in response, lifting himself to press his length deeper.

“I know you’re fine; it was for me,” he muttered, looking down to watch your tits move as he rolled his hips into your cunt. His head fell onto your shoulder, unruly hair tickling your neck and shoulder. You took the opportunity to grind languidly in his lap, fingers running into his hair at the forgotten feeling. His cock felt like it was made for you, filling your cunt to its brim and making it flutter.

“You feel too good, Megumi,” You pulled his hair, wanting him to hear your praise. “Don’t make me wait for it anymore, I don’t know if I could do it after this,” Your voice had reduced to a whimper in his ear, bouncing on his cock to match the strokes he was giving you.

His thumbs rubbed tender circles into your hips. “Gonna flip you over, okay?”

“Mhm.”

You both stopped for him to roll you over onto your back, legs spread to allow him between them. He never pulled out.

“You don’t know how much I pictured this,” He announced, his eyes unnaturally expressive. Pressing deeper into your cunt, he threw one of your legs over his shoulder and licked the pad of his thumb.

“I couldn’t escape the thought of fucking you for the past weeks,” Megumi drew small circles into your clit with his thumb. His hips rolled in and out of your sloppy cunt, the wetness from it filling the room. “Even my dreams are out of control.” He hummed in amusement.

You balled your fists into his sheets and arched your back, begging, “Need you faster, I need to feel more of you, Gumi!”

A free hand found your throat, giving it a tight squeeze before loosening his grip slightly. “What did I tell you earlier?” His hand tightened again, leaning forward so he can watch your expressions as he fucked into you deeper. “It’s not a rhetorical question, slut. Answer me.”

Brain hazy from the lack of oxygen and overwhelming pleasure, you sobbed, “D-Don’t get greedy! It’s your first time…” Megumi watched your eyes fill with tears, His thumb flicking at your clit as a reward. You whined and your hips bucked in response as he released your throat from his grip.

“And you couldn’t even do that. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought you were the virgin.” His fingers pushed into your mouth before you could respond. Hips meeting yours, you swear you could feel him in your stomach. Above you, rumbling laughter and rougher thrusts made your eyes roll back.

“Pussy’s gonna be the death of me,” Megumi asserted as the bed rocked around the both of you. “Cum on this dick, ‘can already feel you’re close.”

He leaned his head down to lick and suck at the sensitive skin on your neck. Megumi basked in the way your cunt tightened around him, silently pleading for his cum. Releasing the bedsheets, your hands attached to his back and shoulders as leverage to his cruel thrusts.

“Yeah, just like that,” his voice was raspy with desire and sleep. “Mark me up, show ‘em who I belong to,” His lips sucked at your skin harder, drawing purple bruises on you with his tongue.

The pleasure built up in your stomach burst with a shrill sob that echoed off the walls. Your vision blurred as Megumi’s warmth covered you, your release coating his cock and your thighs. The flicking at your clit turned into the pad of his thumb rubbing small, quick circles.

Megumi breathed heavily, his release close. His hips fucked into you deeper, poking at your g-spot. At the overstimulation, your nails dug into his back and hips, and Megumi felt your cunt clench him one more time before he came.

Hips stilling, he painted your walls white and shook as waves of pleasure overtook him. You watched with a smirk as his eyes closed and his abs twitched with each rope he gave you. He pulled out slowly, collapsing next to you to recover. Your finger trailed down to your pussy to find Megumi’s cum leaking out of your hole, so you gathered some on your finger and sucked it off with a pop.

“Dirty girl,” he whispered, exhausted but captivated by the sight of you needing more of him. “Still remember what I said?”

“Don’t get greedy,” You matched his tone, finger running through your folds to bring it to his lips. A slow tongue licked a stripe up your finger, and he sucked the rest off and nipped at the tip of your finger.

The room smelled like sex and you, a scent both unfamiliar and dear to Megumi’s heart. Laying on his back, his hand found your ass as you scrolled through breakfast restaurants that deliver.

After ordering and tipping, you found yourself tangled in your naked boyfriend’s arms. Megumi dreaded the moment he had to detach himself from you to retrieve the food.

“How long is that gonna take to get here?”

“Like thirty or forty minutes. Why?”

“I want round two.”

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