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ggidolsmuts · 1 year

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Fromis App Part 13: (F)App Developer - Fromis_9 Nagyung

"Nagyung, you wanted me to come here? Where's Saerom?" She's sitting at the CEO's desk, typing away on her laptop.

"Oh, over here!" Nagyung waves lively at you, bouncing in the chair. "We have a job to do!"

"We do? Where's Saerom?"

"She's on a business trip, and yes, we have to work." You find yourself nodding before something strikes you.

"Nagyung, what exactly do you do here?"

"I'm Assistant CEO, or Assistant to the CEO, and I'm the app developer."

"How can you be an assistant and the app developer?"

"I help Saerom when she needs it, and when she doesn't need it, I develop the app."

"What do you help Saerom with?" Nagyung hems and haws, suddenly looking flustered.

"I perform various functions in a variety of situations," she manages to say formally.

"That told me nothing, what do you do?"

"A-a multitude of things, you know, many of them, a cornucopia of errands—" Nagyung waves her hands around vaguely.

"Sure, I'll take your word for it. And the rest of the app team does it when you're busy?"

"Team? What team?"

"The development team, for the app? Who do you discuss stuff with?"

"My rubber duck! There is no team, I am the app developer."

"Like, the only app developer? Is that why it's so slow, why there's so few people on the app? You need to scale!"

"Yah! It takes time you know? To come up with ideas to implement, and I have so many other ideas, so it takes time to get around to the Fromis App!"

"Fine, what do you need me to do then?"

"Oh, be my code peer and watch me as I code, that's what Saerom would do."

"Really? Saerom reviews your code?"

"Yeah, that's how I got the position in the first place!"

"How did you get the position in the first place?" you ask, incredulous.

"Oh, it was between me and Chaeng, wasn't really close though, Chaeng's code looked like she wrote it with her feet. She said my code looked like I just sat on the keyboard, but Saerom agreed with me in the end and made me the developer."

"That explains so much..." you mutter under your breath. "Never mind, sure, I'll watch, what are you doing today?"

"Just running some unit tests? I finished up a feature that lets one more person onto the platform, just needs to pass the tests and off to production it goes." Shiftily Nagyung looks around, peering outside the office to see if anyone's watching. She presses a button and the glass walls turn opaque. "And let's have some fun, I finally get you to myself."

"Work hard, play hard hmm?"

"Yup!" Nagyung beckons you over to Saerom's chair, and you sit down before she gets in your lap, spreading her legs as she pulls the two of you towards the desk. She's trapped between you and the desk, and your hands find their way around her midriff. "I can feel your python extending already!" She grinds herself on top of you, and you groan as she gives you an impromptu lapdance. Cheekily she kisses your jaw, "I can't wait to import your package into me."

"Nerdy dirty talk? That's a first." Your hands unbutton her tight pants and pull the zipper down.

"You like it? I can't wait for you to overflow my container, maybe we can init a baby together... Like my code, my body has no exception handling, it's so unsafe." You promptly button her pants again.

"Okay that is more worrying than sexy, your code has no exception handling?"

"That's what you got out of it?"

"When you still have work to do, yes."

"Let's just play first, then work later?" Nagyung pouts, pulling your hands back to her pants.

"How about a little bit of both, how many tests do you have?"

"Fifteen, I think."

"Okay, for every test you pass, I'll pleasure you for 4 seconds, for every test you fail, you have to pleasure me for 4 seconds, deal?"

"And if they all pass?"

"Then we can have fun."

"Okay!" You idly fondle Nagyung as she starts typing, but you don't play too hard with her, making sure she can still do her work. "And done!" The two of you watch with bated breath as the tests run—7 failed and 8 passed. "What now?"

You're back to unbuttoning her pants, sliding them down a little. "I'll pleasure you first, then you pleasure me." Nagyung tries to work on your jeans blind, and you help her out by pushing them down a little.

"Or we pleasure each other at the same time." Her hands slip under your boxers as yours slip under her panties, and the two of you play with each other, stroking and rubbing all over. You gently part her lips, running your fingers along her labia and collecting her wetness. Nagyung shudders and moans as you bring a thumb to her clit. She pays back in kind, a hand stroking your shaft before running a finger over your tip, gently teasing the underside of your head. You hiss and grab her arm, forcing her to stop.

"I owe you 4 more seconds." You make the 4 seconds of pleasure feel like 40 as you frig her intensely, and Nagyung cries out loud as she rushes towards her climax.

"Fuck, oh fuck! No!" she whimpers as you pull away at the last second, leaving her keeled over the laptop without satisfaction. Your fingers draw circles over her abdomen, leaving her wanting more.

"Keep working."

Nagyung whines, but her hands reach for the keyboard again. Her head is still fuzzy from the near-climax, and her fixes are sloppy, causing the program to error out and all the tests to be skipped. She owes you a minute of pleasure.

"What, no!"

"That counts, none of the tests passed."

"They never even ran!"

"Because of your fault! One minute of pleasure please." Nagyung pouts, but she starts rubbing you again, stroking you with a firm grip. You feel her all over for the minute, your hands snaking under her top, cupping her perky breasts, rubbing her tummy—you touch her everywhere but between her legs.

"Enough, back to coding." You briefly brush her slit, and Nagyung shudders before reluctantly going back to the keyboard. You're content to continue roaming her body with your hands as she taps on the laptop.

That is, until you see her commit a cardinal sin. You grab her arms and pull them away from the keyboard, and she's pinned between you and the desk as you lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"Nagyung, did you do what I think you just did?"

"N-No? What do you mean?"

"Did you just comment out some of the tests?" Nagyung tries to hit Ctrl-Z and undo her work, but you stop her, and her handiwork is clear as day. "That is very very bad Nagyung."

"B-But I can't figure out how to fix it right now!"

"You still shouldn't do that, on your knees." Nagyung slides off you, and as she turns to face you it is clear what her punishment is. She reaches for your shaft as your hands go to her head. Firmly you push your tip past her lips, and her tongue welcomes you with licks and flicks.

"Mmm!" Nagyung squeezes your thighs as you get deeper into her, and you slow down but keep pushing.

"You can take it, keep going." Your cock looks extra big in Nagyung's mouth, and she pants as you put more of yourself into her. She coats your shaft with saliva, and it starts leaking out the sides of her mouth. Your fingers tighten their grip on her hair. "Okay?"

Nagyung looks up at you and hums assent. "Hmm hmm!" You start moving her head back and forth while lightly thrusting yourself.

"Touch yourself!" Nagyung's hand disappear from your thighs, and her arm starts moving quickly, jilling herself while she looks up at you. You start pumping yourself faster, and Nagyung's moans are interrupted by your thrusts.

"Mmm, mmghk! Guhhlk! Haghkk..." The resulting sounds are obscene, gagging sounds mixed with pleasured moans as you go faster than she's used to. But she doesn't tap out, so you keep going, and you fingers twist in her hair and you hold her there. Your grunts are the only sound in Saerom's office as you manually put Nagyung on mute, dumping your load into her mouth and down her throat.

"Mmm fuck!" you groan with a relish as you pull out of Nagyung's mouth. Nagyung continues touching herself, her arms working overtime even as you pull her up to her feet. She whines, but you make her sit back in your lap.

"Can I cum?"

"Are you going to comment out unit tests in the future?"

"No I won't! Please?"

"Maybe you'll program properly with your head clear, fine." You brush Nagyung's hand aside and plunge your own fingers into her. Nagyung squeals at your larger fingers inside her, and all it takes is a few rapid schlicks before she twitching in your lap, coating your digits in her juices. She goes limp externally, but internally she is overclocked, spasming and contracting around you rapidly.

"Ah! Damn..." Nagyung sighs as she comes down, content. "That was good."

"Ready to get back to work?"

"Do I have to? Can't you just bend me over the desk?"

"I think Saerom would not be happy that work wasn't done, besides I need a bit of time."

"Fine." You take Nagyung's hand and suck her fingers clean.

"There, now you can use the keyboard again." You lower your voice to a whisper, "And once you're done I'm going to eat you up."

With the promise of more and post-orgasm clarity Nagyung is extra motivated to finish, and her head is clear as she quickly fixes her prior mistakes. Soon, more tests start to pass—4, then 3, then 2 failures. You spend more and more time bringing her close to her next orgasm, and she has enough time to get you hard again.

"Okay, hopefully this fixes everything." Nagyung takes a deep breath and runs the tests. She squeals when it comes out all green. "Yay, commit and push!" She types a random sequence of letters as the commit message and pushes it.

"Wait, what about a pull request? QA testing?"

"Don't care, I'm the only developer! We're done!" You close the laptop and shove it to the side.

"No, you're done." You push Nagyung off you and stand up. Like a computer program you do exactly as she says and bend her over the desk. With a hand on her back and one on her hips you pin her there and open up her port.

"Oh fuck, yes!" You plug yourself in Nagyung, and then you unplug, and then you plug in again. The two of you form a wet USB link, male and female connectors plugging and unplugging over and over. It is also a USB-C connection, and on every thrust you plug smoothly into her, causing Nagyung to power up and cry out in pleasure. To prove the point you flip Nagyung on to her back and plunge into her once more—no issues there, no need to flip her back, and she moans once more.

You power-cycle Nagyung's mind, making her body twitch and jerk as you fuck her through multiple orgasms. You're quickly rushing to your own end, intending to transfer your genetic data to her through the Fill Tight Pussy protocol.

"Nagyung I'm gonna—"

"Inside!" she shrieks. Her body feels you throb harder and faster inside her, and she cries and wraps her legs around you, making it a secure FTP transfer. You hump her against the desk, and soon you are forced to execute your biologicial programming. Nagyung's subjected to a pussy overflow attack, and you inject your payload straight into her with a groan. Nagyung pulls you into her chest, and you leave love bites all over her neck as you finish delivering your load.

The two of you power down as you lie quietly on Saerom's desk. You kiss the woman-in-the-middle, and she giggles as you brush her hair aside.

"Oh, now you're gentle."

"You're the one who wanted me to bend you over."

"True, that was great." You eventually disconnect from Nagyung, a river of cum spilling on to Saerom's desk.

"Think she'll notice?" you ask as you hurriedly wipe the surface clean and rearrange things to where they were.

"Nah, she's not back for another week, it will be cleaned and wiped down properly by then." Nagyung reassures you as the two of you fix your clothes. You notice something odd out of the corner of your eye.

"Nagyung, is that a camera?"

"What?!" The two of you stare at the black orb in her ceiling, unseen until now. "Oh my god it is, why did she install one here?"

"Probably because I fucked Jiwon in here..." you groan, ruffling your hair in frustration.

"Really? Her too?" Nagyung interrupts herself. "Never mind, let's hurry up and go talk to Hayoung, maybe she can delete it for us."

"Hayoung? Why?"

"She's head of security, she has access to the camera feeds."

"Oh, let me go talk to her then, you should go back to, umm, doing whatever it is you do."

"Sounds good, very important stuff." Nagyung taps her laptop authoritatively. "Thanks for a good time, Master."

You do a double-take. "Master?"

"Yeah, I was reading about that, you're the Scrum Master, what we did was a scrum right? Lots of bodies moving around, some work got done, your hips were agile. You were leading it, so you're the Master."

"Oh god, that is so wrong but I don't have time to explain it, don't call anyone else Master."

"Sure Master, bye!" You shake your head and follow the directions to security. It is deserted save for a panel of six monitors. To your horror each monitor has a clip playing, clips of Nagyung and you—Nagyung sitting in your lap, you facefucking Nagyung, you fingering Nagyung, you pounding Nagyung, Nagyung’s orgasmic expression as she cums, and finally, your cum leaking out of Nagyung and on to the desk. Taking your chance, you hurry to the computer, to see if you could delete or wipe the archives.

"So..." You jump at Hayoung's voice behind you. "Tell me, are these real or fake? Hmm? Are they fake or real? Are they not fake and therefore real, or are they not real and therefore fake? Well?"

"I umm, I, I..." you're struggling to process what she just said, something about real and fake. You tremble as she places a hand on your shoulder.

"Relax, tell you what, why don't we discuss this somewhere else, and then you can tell me whether this is real or fake." The grip on your shoulder tightens.

"Y-Yes Hayoung."

"Good, your place or mine?"

A/N: Slowly getting around to finishing this up, credit to Byakko who I shoot the shit with and came up with Nakko the app developer. Clearly the most unrealistic thing in this story is that she knows what a unit test is. Anyways thanks for reading, I just went ham with dumb metaphors and lots of random references lol

#smut #nagyung #fromis_9 #nakyung

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bananaofswifts · 10 months

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Taylor Swift’s catalog re-recording campaign continues with a thoughtful version of 2010’s Speak Now that tempers teen angst with the ageless quality of lullabies and folk songs.

Taylor Swift emerged in 2006 as a 16-year-old wunderkind with a gift for articulating all the intimacies and humiliations of falling in love. But throughout her early career, her image was predicated on her youthful innocence as much as her outsized wisdom. Swift “does not drink or swear or flash cleavage,” remarked a profile from around the time of her third studio album, Speak Now—a point that stood in opposition to peers like Miley Cyrus and Demi Lovato, who were quick to jettison their tween-friendly branding. Swift seemed to take up the mantle of youth role model with pride. Though she was careful to never disparage anyone directly, she told The New Yorker in 2010, “I don’t feel completely overcome by the relentless desire to put out a dark and sexy ‘I’m grown up now’ album.”

Speak Now, released in 2010, emerged at an inflection point in Swift’s life. She had recently turned 20 and moved out of her parents’ home, had toured the world, and, as evidenced by gut-wrenching tracks like “Dear John” and “Last Kiss,” had experienced heartbreak that shook her sense of emotional security. On this album, she struggles to balance her love of fantasy and escapism with her new responsibilities. Throughout Speak Now, she asks, How do you believe in fairytales and also acknowledge the depth of your pain?

As with her previous re-recordings of early work, Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) remains largely faithful to the arrangements and lyrics of the original. But Swift is not the same singer she was at 20. In more recent material, her starry-eyed optimism has been replaced with nuance and caution. She’s learned to voice regret as much as rage; in songs like Lover’s “Death by a Thousand Cuts” and Reputation’s “Dress,” she drinks and allows her sexual fantasies to run wild. On the new recordings of old Speak Now songs, her maturity is revealed not through the words themselves, but how she chooses to deliver them. The angry songs are presented with a sigh rather than a vindictive grin. The songs about heartache are sung carefully and patiently. It feels less like she’s sending a message to any particular ex than she is conveying a generalized weariness about how draining young adulthood can be.

Written between the ages of 18 and 20, the original tracks on Speak Now depict Swift clinging to her girlhood like someone trying to hold water in their palms. “Never Grow Up,” an acoustic ballad, was ostensibly written for young female fans. But by the end the song reveals itself as a means of mourning her past self. She promises the impossible: that no one will ever leave her deserted, that there will be no pain in her life. “Innocent,” a song about forgiving someone who wronged her, evokes the subject’s childhood—chasing fireflies, relying on someone bigger to get things off the shelf—in order to find something worth redeeming in them. Thumping rocker “Long Live” uses images of castles and dragons to celebrate the larger-than-life experience of touring with her band. It’s full of love but sung in the past tense, as if to memorialize the moment while it was still happening. Hearing these songs on Speak Now (Taylor’s Version), there’s less fear and more gentleness. Losing some of that teenage angst makes the songs less immediately enthralling: In the originals’ jagged inhales, sneered words, and ad-libbed laughter, you could hear how deeply these stories affected their author. Hearing her sing them now, they sound slightly anonymous, more like lullabies and folk songs than expressions of pressing concern.

Swift’s youthful naivete peeks through in the way she sings about other women. In her professional life, she had benefited—however passively—from comparisons to women deemed less wholesome and pure. And in her songwriting, she depicted them as unworthy rivals and master manipulators. In “Speak Now,” Swift’s narrator disrupts a marriage ceremony in hopes of separating the groom from his snotty, overdressed bride. On “Better Than Revenge,” she chastises a woman who supposedly stole her boyfriend. She later revised the sentiment, saying in 2014, “No one can take someone from you if they don’t want to leave.” Since the announcement of the re-recording, it has been speculated that she might edit the song’s most cutting and criticized lyrics: “She’s better known for the things that she does on the mattress.” On Taylor’s Version, this line becomes, “He was a moth to a flame/She was holding the matches.” The change feels half-hearted: Diss tracks aren’t supposed to be respectful. No one listens to “Better Than Revenge” expecting a measured response or nuanced feminist take. The song was satisfying precisely because Swift captured the nearsighted perspective of a teenager; in the attempt to distance herself from that person, she sacrifices resonance for optics.

“Dear John” remains the emotional centerpiece of the album, and one of the most devastating songs Swift has ever written. Across a lonely, warbling guitar lick and patiently unfurling blues-rock arrangement, she details mistreatment from an older partner: his wild oscillations between hot and cold, his ever-moving goal posts. John Mayer, whom the song is ostensibly about, was 32 when he dated a 19-year-old Swift in 2010. The new version, released by Swift at the same age that Mayer was then, is more powerful than ever. It provides a showcase for her deeper vocal range, and the way she enunciates each syllable adds weight to every word. When she belts out his name in the chorus, she sounds completely in control.

Since 2010, Swift has written another song about a torturous relationship she was in at age 19, presumably the same one. “Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve,” from last year’s Midnights, reveals the lasting impact of the memory. She wails, “Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.” It’s colored the way I hear “Dear John” and all of Speak Now: This wasn’t run-of-the-mill teen angst or ego that Swift was singing about back then. It was a coming-of-age moment turned crisis of faith, the kind of experience that reveals people’s capacity to inflict hurt. When you’re a 19-year-old girl curious about the world, it’s often implied that older men with deep eyes and brooding stares should be your teachers. But the lessons they offer are not always the ones you expect. Growing up is learning how to hold that knowledge without giving up hope of finding the pleasure and love you deserve.

Like prior album re-recordings, Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) includes a handful of newly released tracks that emerge “from the vault.” Hayley Williams joins for “Castles Crumbling,” which repurposes the same fairytale imagery from “Long Live” to relay her paranoia about a dramatic fall from grace. On “I Can See You,” which sounds more like the inky, lilting trap-pop on Reputation than anything on Speak Now, Swift describes an illicit workplace romance with sultriness and authority that stand apart from the album’s otherwise chaste perspective. On the breezy country-pop song “Foolish One,” Swift reminds herself that she is not the exception to the general rule that if someone is acting disinterested, they probably don’t want to be with you. Just one album prior, she was so confident in her exceptionalism that she re-wrote Romeo and Juliet as a love story starring her. Now, she tempers her romantic fantasies with pragmatism and a sense of jubilant freedom, encouraging a younger self to broaden the scope of her desire.

This re-release doesn’t benefit from the same novelty as Fearless (Taylor’s Version) in 2021, when the endeavor of re-recording her catalog to regain control over her masters felt rare and exciting. And musically, the Speak Now material doesn’t stand up to Red (Taylor’s Version), which presented perhaps her strongest album along with an extended version of fan-favorite “All Too Well” and a number of excellent vault tracks. In recent weeks, news of the latest re-release has been overshadowed by intrigue and minutiae from her current Eras tour. Throughout Speak Now (Taylor’s Version), Swift sometimes mutes the messy adolescent impulses that gave these songs their spark. But elsewhere, she divests from fantasy archetypes—the knight on a white horse, the helpless child—that once limited her. Think of the new Speak Now as a call and response between who she was and who she is: a teenager full of questions about what it means to grow up and an adult woman who’s still turning them over to find new answers.

#taylor swift #review #speak now tv

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blossom-hwa · 11 months

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a detailed analysis of rizz levels across pretty much every group I stan

chip ( @wingkkun ) and I had a very interesting conversation about this a couple months ago. here are the results, complete with direct citations and paraphrasing from our instagram dms. I do not take constructive criticism but I will entertain debates in my inbox. think of it as a scientific peer review

(disclaimer: all of this is meant in good fun and is not meant to be rude or harmful to any member I talk about. I love every one of them and in the end this is all just a joke!)

TXT.

soobin: below the charts. this man has negative infinity rizz. less rizz than me and that’s saying something bc I only ever flirt on accident if I tried to do it on purpose the world would explode. the limit of his rizz as you approach any point is negative infinity and I do not feel sorry for saying this. in the wise words of chip, “we like you bc ur ultimate cringefail (affectionate)”

taehyun: net positive rizz. I'm definitely biased but also do not argue with me I will bite your face off. the amount of rizz he has is a true problem and I am not immune to it (neither are you). he’s so cute and he’s also so hot and smart and I'm never going to shut up if I keep going so I'll stop. positive rizz. off the charts. do not @ me.

beomgyu: please refer to hoshi’s bit below. they are one and the same. beomgyu had too much rizz it was eating him alive so his body compressed and converted it (lossless compression) to another form and now he’s a chaos monster who screams for a living and oozes what remains of his original rizz onstage. we love him for it

hyuka: +10 rizz because he’s cute. no more than that because he’s an overgrown baby (affectionate). he gives me a lot of brain damage but it’s just because of his plushies and his little brother energy so I feel like he could manipulate me with his rizz but it would only go so far before I either pat his head bc he’s so cute or I punch him in the face bc of the annoying sibling energy therefore he only gets ten points

yeonjun: after going through the entirety of our conversation I realize now that chip and I forgot to diagnose the rizz levels of the fourth gen it boy so now I'm pulling some shit out of my ass. net positive but low magnitude. I give him +3. mostly because he’s got insane stage presence and has the ability to kick beomgyu in the face but he’s soooooo pathetic. possibly reading skye’s ( @warmau ) thoughts about him have influenced me but he’s pathetic hence the very very low magnitude of rizz. I am not sorry

SEVENTEEN.

mingyu: rizzless. I direct you to this post I made because it’s factual and explains his horrifically low levels of rizz. do not be fooled by this man’s muscles he’s constantly screaming crying throwing up to be told he’s sexy but the second someone does tell him that he’s a blushing anime girl (affectionate) and we love him for it but he’s rizzless. negative off the charts

jun: rizzless but not in the same manner as mingyu he just does not know what rizz is. very similar to juyeon in this manner. the8 or dino have definitely tried to explain rizz to him before but he simply does not understand and does not care to. even if he did understand it I'm still not certain he’d care which gives him a lower magnitude rizz than mingyu which is better even if it’s still negative

the8: positive rizz with quite a high magnitude. I can’t quantify it but it doesn’t even matter because even though he has rizz he doesn’t use it. he’d rather tell us to stop having a parasocial relationship with people behind our little computer screens and ooze rizz via charisma on stage instead and I can respect that.

seungkwan: so much rizz. so much fucking rizz have you ever seen this man complimenting female idols on shows. have you ever seen this man tell idols they’re pretty and wonderful and beautiful in every which way without batting a damn eye and with so much earnestness I blush. cannot believe chip ever thought this man as on the same level of rizzlessness as soob smh

vernon: 0 rizz, but this does not mean he is rizzless. rizz is a spectrum and having 0 levels of it just means you are rizz neutral. purely neutral. no one has purely neutral rizz the way vernon does he’s simply so special. that one gose episode where he showed up in that rainbow hoodie with red glasses? that’s the epitome of rizz neutrality

s.coups: refer to daeyeol’s bit below. handsome. reliable. have you seen him with kkuma. I melt every time. unfortunately he is still horrifically pathetic and though we adore him for it this does unfortunately decrease his rizz levels drastically. without it he’d probably be somewhere at positive infinity but now he’s at like +8. the world knew that if coups wasn’t pathetic enough he’d be too powerful so they had to humble him.

hoshi: he doesn’t have rizz but it’s not like the nerds where their rizz levels are just buried in the negatives it’s more like the magnitude of his rizz was so high that it has since been compressed and turned into something else. so he has no rizz but it’s not because he was born pathetic, it’s because it was converted due to the law of conservation of rizz (real)

wonwoo: similar to taehyun in that they’re both very positive but slightly different. yes they are both gym rats yes they are both token introverts (sort of) but wonwoo is a gamer. their rizz is fundamentally different but they’ve evolved to be similar due to their personalities kinda like wings on bats and birds. as you can tell it’s been a while since I took biology

jeonghan: similar to lino in that he has rizz but he stole it. the difference between them is that lino has some natural organic rizz while jeonghan was born with none and stole all that he owns now. without this stolen rizz he would be a limp noodle dragging himself across the earth but now he’s a fairy. life isn’t fair

dino: negative but low magnitude. the first number I gave him was -14 I don’t really know why it was -14 specifically but the point is it’s supposed to be low magnitude. recently he began climbing my bias list and chip yesterday convinced me to change his magnitude to to something lower so I now give him -4. I am easily swayed

joshua: positive rizz in the same manner as jangjun et al. the man is fucking insane. insane charisma but also just plain insane. I'm not entirely convinced he didn’t steal some of it but while jeonghan freely admits that he stole it joshua keeps evading the question. there is a venn diagram of jangjun et al and lino et al and joshua is in the intersection

woozi: I considered an intersection between chanhee and the8 and I think woozi falls into it. perhaps I've just been gaslit into thinking he has positive rizz but let’s just roll with the thought. has some rizz like the8 (less than the8 though) but does not care to use it (like chanhee) and also doesn’t really care that it’s there. he just kinda lets it be

dk: net negative but low magnitude. I originally gave him -13 to bc I thought he was a step above dino but not by much. I still kind of think this way so I'm elevating him to -3 since dino got elevated to -4. sorry dino I think you’ll always be one step behind no matter how big of a crush I have on you

STRAY KIDS.

lino: has rizz but in the wrong way. the man touches butts for a living AND he has cats he’s got to have some rizz hence the net positive but he also definitely stole some. please refer to my comments on this post for details he definitely does not organically have all this rizz but he’s stolen it and now it’s his you can’t ask for it back

chan: also has rizz but in the wrong way but also differently from lino. chan should not have as much rizz as he does but he’s got that “libra sun scorpio venus rizz” (chip) which makes him extremely dangerous. he’s a loser and for that I'd give him negative rizz but unfortunately he has an aura that separates him from the likes of mingyu (it’s the dilf dad energy) so he has net positive rizz of a dangerous magnitude.

jisung: we welcome another member to the ranks of the negative infinity rizz. do I even need to explain. does the anime girl babygirl pathetic cute energy not already do enough explanation for you. I should not have to spell out the fact that this man is rizzless at every point on the mathematic plane. I love him to death but that will not save him from the rizzless fate

seungmin: please refer to jangjun in the honorary mentions below. his rizz applies here. positive rizz. high magnitude. ridiculous for a man of his caliber but here we are. he’s got some weird mutant rizz and that’s all I can really say like.....what do you become when you have rizz levels +69,420. what do you fucking do.

changbin: fluctuates between +10 and -10 like a sine curve (please refer to mingi’s bit for more information). his positive rizz is similar energy to yunho but louder and his negative rizz is just pathetic baby boy-ness. I adore him. big muscle men who are soft. I don’t have a section for wonho but if I did they’d be of very similar types.

hyunjin: negative rizz. he’s an only child what else do I need to say. ferret energy. flails around. long limbs that he doesn’t know what to do with. so much baby girl energy I always want to laugh at him (affectionate). lovely boy so very lovely with such fucking negative rizz

felix: like jangjun and co his rizz got converted but unlike jangjun and co it was not converted to insanity. it was converted to something...... alien. idk how to explain it. asymptotic rizz, according to chip. weird behavior as x approaches infinity. I agree with this assessment. nothing earthly explains how this man is so ethereal so I have concluded that alien magic converted his rizz to ethereality

jeongin: ok so I did say vernon is the only one who’s truly reached rizz neutral but jeongin is pretty close. similar vibes. they’re both slightly insane of course but they are also more than likely to just stand there and vibe. this gives off rizz neutrality. jeongin is less neutral (probably tipped in the negative direction) but he’s getting there.

ATEEZ.

seonghwa: rizzless this man is the nerdiest nerd ever he is RIZZLESS. magnitude infinity in the negative region of the graph. he and soobin are two sides of the same coin the latter is a lanky little gamer dude and the former is a Star Wars nerd with a display case for his figurines. the absolute most negative rizz ever (affectionate)

yunho: oooooooo my god. positive rizz if I've ever seen one. so much rizz. so much fucking rizz. the magnitude of his rizz is off the charts and unlike the other insane ones his rizz didn’t get converted so he is DANGEROUS. if you ever meet this man in the wild run in the other direction you will not survive his pull. in the wise words of chip “yunho has |rizz| (absolute positive rizz)”

mingi: his rizz...fluctuates. like a sine curve idk. he alternates between having so much rizz it hurts and so little rizz it’s laughable. yes I have definitely been influenced by having seen him in concert twice (do NOT bring up the fact that he became a wrecker after the second). he knows he’s hot and will use that to the best of his ability but he’s also kind of pathetic and for some reason it doesn’t balance out so he fluctuates

jongho: has rizz. does not care to use it. falls in the same camp of the the8-ers (refer to the seventeen section) in which he prefers to simply ooze rizz onstage and kill everyone’s heart there instead of flirting with fans. respectable. also incredibly dangerous. everyone wants to hug him but if you try to his rizz will snap you in half but if not huggable then why hug shape?

hongjoong: net positive rizz but he’s convinced he has more than he does so I dock several points due to excessive confidence. panics too much when wooyoung tries to kiss him for me to restore them. if he gay panicked a little less then I might consider him having as much rizz as he says he does but alas he does not and so I will not.

san: -10 rizz. negative but not too negative. he’s really cute and really hot but also really pathetic and I say this with the greatest fondness imaginable. remember that one poll where tiny voted him as the person they’d least like to vacation w bc he’d stay inside (don’t worry me too san)? same vibes. his patheticness outweighs his hotness and while they’re close, ultimately patheticness wins out. sorry not sorry

yeosang: net positive rizz but he does not use it. this is not by choice. he just doesn’t know how to. in fact I'm not fully convinced he knows what rizz is. in this manner he is somewhat similar to juyeon (refer to the boyz section below) except where juyeon’s rizz is negative infinity yeosang has some positive levels. in chip’s words get well soon yeo

wooyoung: falls in the same camp as hyunjae in that he has fully negative rizz and embraces this fact to use it as a weapon. dangerous man. fully insane. if his rizz was positive he’d be the same as jangjun and co but unfortunately he’s pathetic for hongjoong so his rizz is negative and is not handled the same way.

THE BOYZ.

hyunjae: all of Bermuda line is rizzless to the max but in different ways. in hyunjae’s case he knows he is rizzless and fully accepts and utilizes this to his benefit. you’re telling me this man doesn’t know how pathetic (fond) he is? he’s self aware and will absolutely use this against you. as dangerous as those with high positive levels of rizz. watch the fuck out

younghoon: fully rizzless bc he’s in Bermuda line but is not self aware. in fact he protests that he does have positive rizz but look at this man. he has the energy of a dying victorian child trying to make it past this cold, cold winter. all you want to do is pat his head and coo at him to make him feel better he has no rizz. absolute negatives.

juyeon: again, completely and negatively rizzless since he’s in Bermuda line but like younghoon he is fully unaware. in a different way though. why you ask? because this man definitely has no idea what rizz is. look at his sweet little eyes and tell me he knows. that’s right. you can’t.

q: negative rizz. not as low as Bermuda line/seonghwa/soobin/etc. but still quite negative. the thing is no one ever tells him this or brings it up to his face because he’s dangerous. he may not know what rizz is but he does know what an insult is and if you say a word about his purported negative rizz levels you will not be heard from again. this is a warning.

sangyeon: has net positive rizz. it isn’t super high but given the fact that I've just said four of his members have some of the lowest rizz levels imaginable it’s relatively high in the realm of tbz. can’t really explain it but he gets this rizz from his hot tired uncle energy that no one is immune to. have you seen him with his nephews? don’t argue with me.

(at this point chip told me to stop making rizz comments bc their stomach hurt. I did not stop)

kevin: rizz levels -1. not quite negative infinity. in fact pretty far from it. still negative though and he’ll never recover from that. I'd say that I'm sorry but I'm really not no matter how much this man works out I will never be able to stop laughing at him to his face (in best friend fashion). love you kev

new: negative. not horrifically so like Bermuda line but still more negative than kev. you may be thinking what the fuck lina new has so much rizz wdym? you’re wrong. he doesn’t have rizz and he doesn’t care. his lack of care gives the illusion that he actually has positive rizz but he does not. do not be fooled

haknyeon: POSITIVE RIZZ. do not question the positive rizz of tangerine boy ju haknyeon. it may not be positive infinity but I do say he’s around +50ish and given the patheticness that surrounds him that’s pretty fucking good I’d say. so much rizz. so much true rizz. I love him

sunwoo: the most negative fucking rizz ever except he’s convinced it’s positive. see without this unfounded conviction his rizz would just be somewhere around -50 and he’d be fine because Bermuda line exists but nooooo he decided to ruin it by being overly confident in his rizz powers so now he’s at negative infinity and one. sucks to suck.

jacob: (chip came up with this one) he has beomgyu and jangjun levels of rizz so like rizz off the charts but while a lot of it was converted into weirdness some of it stayed rizz so. hm. a tamer version of jangjun if you will. however beware because his rizz is once again increasing since he stopped playing league. watch out.

eric: negative rizz. same boat as sunwoo. their rizz magnitudes are the exact same and in the same direction (negative obviously) but it’s in a slightly different manner. both have unfounded confidence in their imaginary positive rizz levels but eric’s is in the manner of a teacher’s pet who thinks they’re popular while sunwoo is just plain mad

HONORARY MENTIONS.

jangjun (golden child): positive rizz and it’s terrible. I can’t tell you what the number is (it’s +69,420) but it’s really fucking high and I hate it. most of his rizz has been compressed and converted like hoshi’s to something resembling insanity but unlike hoshi there is a dangerous amount left. beware this man

daeyeol (golden child): +5 rizz. he’s handsome and reliable and if we got married I would be able to trust him to get things done. similar to sangyeon in that he’s got hot tired uncle energy but he’s also pathetic so he only gets five rizz points

mark (nct): negative rizz if I've ever seen one, but missing the negative infinity rizz by one point. I just need him differentiated from soobin and jisung and the other pathetic ones. mark is pathetic but I give him one point out of pity

beomhan (??): I don’t know anything about this guy except that he can’t cook and has high cholesterol problems from eating too many eggs but he’s in the same group as jangjun and co

keeho (p1h): I also don’t know anything about this guy except what chip has told me but I think he’s similar to chanhee and chip thinks he’s on sunwoo’s level. do with this information what you will

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I had a system for writing papers in college: 1 page = 1 hour. It takes a half hour or twenty minutes per page to spew out all your thoughts, and 30-40 minutes to edit. “Editing” meant proofreading it once. No need to go overboard with those secondary drafts. These were undergrad college papers, not high criticism I was hoping to have reviewed by the Pulitzer committee.

My English Lit III professor was one of the many Humanities and Literature department faculty members who drew me away from my original major at Bard College: Film. I wanted, more than anything else, to impress this woman. I was interviewed by the Bard Free Press and was quoted insisting that I would marry the professor one day. In retrospect, her seeing that in print might have tipped her off to the fact that my ideas weren’t always grounded in reality.

I felt a tingling on my cheeks as she passed back our 8-page midterm papers on George Eliot’s Daniel Deronda. Sitting at the wide wooden table, I watched her serenely slide each stack of stapled paper to my fellow students. I watched several of my peers sheepishly collect their papers and grimace at the notes. My first paper on Wordsworth received an ‘A.’ The only note appeared on the last page and pontificated on how hard it is to “relate the sonic values of a poem” while writing about the language in an academic essay. Less a critique and more an observation. She was simply sharing her thoughts! It is hard to mimic the sonic implications of words when people are reading those words silently. My writing was near-perfect save for the fact I couldn’t quite express the mouthfeel of Wordsworth’s poetry while analyzing it. That first paper was enough for this professor to ask me to walk her to her office so I could talk about my goals, my high school education, my life up to that point. We walked in the orange glow of the evening sun past boisterous students excitedly marching in big groups to the cafeteria for dinner.

In that first office meeting, I felt like she was trying to adopt me. I never in my life had someone show such a keen interest in my mind. Until then, my teachers had a vague sense that I was going to squander whatever potential they saw in me. It felt like they were preemptively disappointed. This professor wanted to talk to me. She liked hearing my thoughts, and we had a great rapport in those office meetings. It didn’t hurt that she was a gorgeous 20-something woman with thick black curly hair, a slight lisp that made me look at her lips whenever she was speaking, and she wrote poetry about her bike seat inadvertently making her come when she rode it. I know I wasn’t the only person on campus who found her ethereally sexy because a male faculty member came up to me in the cafeteria holding the student newspaper in his hand, pointed at my quote, and said “she’s a force of nature” which is a smart adult’s way of saying “this lady fucks” or “I wish I could say more but I’d get fired.” I was smitten and ready to give up my film degree if it meant visiting this office every week to stare at her Velma glasses and the bright orange baubles she wore around her neck that called attention to where the neckline on her sweaters ended.

Read the rest here.

#lit #writing #essays #essay #memoir #college #school #literature #better book titles #books #reading #dan wilbur #humor #funny

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The LuckyBug Miracle Team Sucks - TWEOS AU Analysis

(4 individuals who don't work for their miraculous, and 1 person that does)

Just to start off, yes, I am analyzing my own work. Nobody really has the same depth of information on this other than me, after all. I want to get more into these sorts of things, because I like to organize my thinking behind the choices I make in this fic, and maybe even draw people into my work as well!

Lucky Lucky Ladybug - Viperius - CARA.PACE - Renared - Chat Noir

These are the five main holders of the LuckyBug Team before CN quits at the start of TWEOS. We're going to be talking about why most of them suck at their job (but mostly why Lucky chose terrible miraculouses for her peers), starting from worst to best synergy.

Viperius - Snake of Intuition

The ideal holder of the Snake Miraculous is someone who is level-headed, wise, and capable.

Luka Marcel Couffaine is the exact opposite of all of these things.

In TWEOS, Luka Couffaine is as far removed from empathy as humanly possible, making him a terrible superhero in general, much less one with a power as important as interrupting the flow of time. Luka never goes out of his way to explore his abilities, rarely involves himself in battle unless forced to, and put more thought into giving his superhero form a sexy haircut than into being a good teammate. He is explicitly only a superhero for the money it brings in even though he is already the son of a world-famous rockstar. Luka is not intuitive or wise, he is shallow and self-serving.

More Suitable Miraculous: None of them. Maybe the Mouse so he can multiply and go fuck himself.

CARA.PACE - Turtle of Protection

The ideal holder of the Turtle Miraculous is someone who is stable, sacrificial, and steadfast.

Nicolas Ibrahim Lahiffe, unfortunately, falls short of the mark.

While not as outwardly shitty as Luka, Nino also lacks the right qualities in an effective superhero. Nino is the type of person who, as Quinton Reviews once perfectly put it, "would rather be chill than be right". Nino is laid-back and likes to show off with his Miraculous, enjoying how cool it makes him look while still helping out at the end of the day. ...But he's not exactly protective. If anyone even stood up to Lucky being physically abusive, it should've been him. But Nino does not protect the weak, because he is the kind of person to stand on the sidelines. Nino is not a source of stability, he's too much of a laid-back (and often cowardly) jokester to protect anyone.

More Suitable Miraculous: Monkey, Pig.

Renared - Fox of Illusion

The ideal holder of the Fox Miraculous is someone who is cunning, sly, and witty.

Aaliyah Thérèse Césaire is trying so hard to make it work, but is underserved by what she's been given.

If anyone in the team has the braincells, it's Alya. Alya can draft up plans with her Holo-Illusions like second nature, strategize on the fly, and takes to her ability to make diagrams out of thin air like a fish to water. ...But that's not what the Illusions are for, is it? As natural for her determined nature, she strives to bend her miraculous to her will anyways, rarely ever using her Illusions to actually distract and more to help her with her thankless job of the actual team leader. It makes sense that she would function this way, though! Alya is a proponent of the truth through and through, and is rather blunt often to the point of being brutally honest. Alya is not cunning, she is forthright and stubborn. If only she got a miraculous to reflect that.

More Suitable Miraculous: Ox, Rooster, Bee

Lucky Lucky Ladybug - Ladybug of Creation

The ideal holder of the Ladybug Miraculous is someone who is creative, compassionate, and clever.

Marinette Anne Louise Dupain-Cheng is this in all the wrong fucking ways.

It does take a creative person to formulate a plan to woo your celebrity crush with a perfect version of you. It takes someone who knows how to be compassionate to so effectively deny a shred of it to Chat Noir. It takes a clever person to make up a fake eulogy. And yet, at the same time, Lucky Lucky Ladybug is hindered by her hot-headed entitlement and her need to be the center of attention. She lets her team do the creative work, weaponizes her compassion as something to market herself with, and is somehow so caught up in her own world that she ignores evidence of Adrien being a relationship when it is staring her in the face. Marinette is best described as an embodiment of "creation" only in the sense that she will one day orchestrate her own undoing.

More Suitable Miraculous: Anything would be better than the Ladybug. That way she isn't brainwashing people anymore.

Chat Noir/Errant - Black Cat of Destruction

The ideal— Actually, let's break from convention for this one.

If anyone is fit to embody Destruction, it is Adrien fucking Agresté.

Once you get deep enough into TWEOS, Adrien is by far the most emotionally turbulent character out of any of them. It helps that the narration is so often colored by his input, but his range is exceptional and takes up a significant focus of the story. He is the mostly openly self-destructive and suicidal, romanticizing the idea of dying with his girlfriend, but is equally willing to destroy others in pursuit of his goals.

It's also worth taking into account that TWEOS is essentially a corruption arc. The whole point of the story is to witness his circumstances tear him apart, unearth his traumas, show a version of Adrien that becomes bitter and violent and vengeful. What power would suit a vengeful, violent person better than the power to destroy things?

Conclusion

In short, it's meant to be incredibly ironic that the only holder that truly embodies their miraculous is the one that quits. The entire ordeal is a stageplay put on by higher powers, of course it's more important to them that their puppets are obedient more than anything.

Of course, this isn't to say that synergy between a person and their miraculous is a good thing, either; That's what makes the eventual magic-induced insanity even worse, after all. This is what killed Emilie, what's ruining Marinette's relationships, and what is starting to happen to Adrien as well.

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dream and hob are rival academics at a conference out of town, but they get caught in a snowstorm. luckily, hob’s family’s house isn’t too far away, and he’s willing to put aside his tension with dream to make sure he doesn’t get caught in the storm and get hurt. hob’s parents leave shortly after they arrive because they need to go help their neighbors with something weather related (maybe power went out, idk, don’t care, they’re just gone) and dream, as a way to repay hob for his kindness, gets on all fours and spreads his legs. lots of dirty talk from hob, about how dream was made for this, if he knew dream could take cock like this he would’ve fucked him sooner, he better hurry up and make hob cum so they don’t get caught by his family, etc

Hob: you’ve spent years accusing me of being sloppy with my research. turns out you were the sloppy one after all!

Dream: *incoherent noises*

I do love a sexy academic rivalry. Dream is this buttoned up academic who insists on being called Doctor. Meanwhile Hob says fuck in his lectures and wears ripped up jeans. Obviously they can’t stand each other. Obviously they’re absolutely besotted with each other! Dream is constantly saying mean things about the quality of Hob’s work, sends scathing reviews of his articles and even goes so far as to say that Hob should try creative writing instead because he obviously likes making things up so much. Meanwhile Hob heckles Dream at presentations, endlessly mocks him for being upper class, and allegedly once TPed his fancy car.

They’re awful. Their peers and colleagues just want them both to shut up and go away.

The hate sex is obviously legendary, and Dream has literally never cum so hard on another man’s cock. Hob fills Dream up twice over before taking him off to the shower, where hate sex turns into something… tender.

It’s probably good that they’re snowed in, because they have a lot to talk about.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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okay, i've seen this a few times now and it's getting on my nerves, so: PLEASE do not use the ao3 tag space like you do tumblr tags.

tumblr tags, as a feature of how the site is structured, have come to serve both organizational and communicative purposes. some people use them strictly for one or the other, and many people use them for both, with an unspoken etiquette developed for the second. tags are a free space for someone to add their own thoughts or commentary on a reblog, without the permanence of directly adding onto a post. if someone likes your tags, they can peer review it and then attach them to the post in a more visible way. it's a unique thing about tumblr, and it's definitely freeing to go rambling in tags sometimes about whatever topic and not think too hard about it. i get it.

but ao3 tags do not serve the same function as tumblr ones.

tumblr is a microblogging/social media-adjacent platform. ao3 is an archive, a repository. the purpose of its tags on fics is for proper and accurate organization almost exclusively, with tag wranglers to ensure this system works. sure, authors will leave a few personalized/commentary tags on their fics sometimes. for example, perhaps to note something brief about story content that can't be addressed through other tags, or because some necessary tags haven't been made canonical by ao3 yet. but these are usually limited to just a few tags in a fic at most.

leaving a whole wall of rambling thoughts in ao3 tags, like you would on a tumblr post, is going to undermine the function ao3 tags are intended to serve. it muddles organization of your fic so that people scrolling by might not catch the actual content tags you wanted them to see. it might be annoying enough that they won't care to skim the summary or click on your fic. ao3 has a tag limit these days for a reason; those of us who witnessed the Sexy Times With Wangxian incident know that it stemmed from mass overuse of tags that weren't relevant to the fic's organization. many of us are low on patience after that.

this is, by no means, telling anyone to stop adding thoughts about their fics! it's just that there's already a space dedicated to that on ao3, and it's called the author's notes before and after your story. that's where people are expecting you to put commentary like this, and they'll have a chance to respond to it in the fic comments too, if they want. you can talk about the behind-the-scenes of your writing elsewhere too, on tumblr or other platforms, where you can yell to your heart's content. just please don't do it right in the ao3 tags, which are meant for a different purpose than the ones on tumblr, and so have different etiquette for usage. it'll keep the site a friendlier place to visit for others, and perhaps help the chances of your writing being looked at.

#sorry i needed to get this out and at nearly 4am was the time to do it apparently #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #ashton originals

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Adding on to insanity

I ship Neloth with Hermaeus Mora & Sheogorath

He’s a magician, yes?

Anything for power. It works. Try It

Neloth x Faendal

Neloth x Nazir

Neloth x Cicero

Neloth x Literally his reflection

I want you to look me in the eye and explain how you see Neloth/Cicero working, because I got that as a ship prompt back when I was writing those little kiss drabbles and... I tried, nonny. I really did. I workshopped it. I had my ideas peer-reviewed. And it was a bust.

Neloth/Mora is classic tho. And Neloth/Nazir I could see and it is very sexy.

#topsy's asks #unhinged neloth asks

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First Night Out

Pairing: Danny Wagner x reader

Word Count: 5.3k

WARNING: alcohol, unprotected sex, give and receiving oral, slight choking, anything else i missed just let me know.

Summary: It’s spooky szn, you’re enjoying the halloween activities with Danny and your daughter. You finally meet Jake and Josh, Jake realizes you’re someone he wants badly. Danny leaves for tour, do you love him just after a few weeks?

••Let me know if you’re interested in a part 3, i have an entire layout for this series. Thank you guys for showing the first part some love, i hope you enjoy these as much as i enjoy writing them. Much love✨

~~*~~

Speechless from what you had just learned about Danny. You’re stiff still processing the words that had fallen from his mouth. You sit back finally, you look out the window trying to figure out the words you want to say to him.

“I hope you know i didn’t know before throwing this shirt on this morning.” nervously biting your nails. In the back of your mind you’re thinking how he probably thinks you’re some fan girl, that you probably did this on purpose. You have always been the one to overthink every situation.

“Y/n, you didn’t recognize who i was last night. I wasn’t worried if you knew anything.” he chuckled, reaching over to grab your hand again pulling it over the console. “Besides, i think i like seeing you wear our shirt. It’s super sexy.” looking over to you, reassuring that everything is okay. You shoot him a slight smile, still overthinking.

“My best friend gave me this shirt after getting rid of some things in her closet. She had thrifted it a while back. I have never even thought to listen to you guys.” you say quietly, laying your head on the seat peering over to look at him.

“Think of it as, a sign. Maybe is was supposed to end up in your hands?” as you’re coming to a stop light, Danny brings your hand up to his mouth. Placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. You blush becoming red in the face. Maybe he was right, there was a reason i ended up w the shirt and there’s a reason i met Danny.

Pulling into your moms drive way, you unbuckle your seatbelt. Before opening the door you turn to look at Danny, before you could say a word “i will be right here waiting, i promise.” he states, raising both of his hands from the steering wheel. Leaning over to him, you land a small peck on his cheek. “Thank you.” you replied

Making your way into your moms house, you can hear tiny footsteps running from the kitchen trying to find you. “Mamaaaaa” Emmy finally wraps her whole body around your legs, leaning down you pick her up and give her the biggest squeeze. “Oh my goodness, i missed my sweet girl” you say holding Emmy close, never wanting to let go of her. “i miss you…mama.” she spoke so clear. She has been working on putting sentences together, looking into her big blue eyes. “Good job my little bug.” scrunching your nose and smiling, placing your forehead against hers.

Your mom followed Emmy into the living room bringing her things to you. She peeps over your shoulder, “Who’s Jeep is that?” your mom being the curious woman she is. “ACs, she ended up getting the Jeep she was talking about.” you quickly blurted out, you were never good at lying. But for some reason, she actually believed you. “Tell her i said hey and that i love her, see you soon Emmy.” your mom turns to walk back into the kitchen. You hurried out the front door, walking to the back drivers side door. You placed Emmy into her car seat and buckled her in, sprinting around to the other side of the car you hop into the passenger seat. Danny puts the car in reverse.

Turning around to look at Emmy, “hey baby, this is mommys friend. His name is Danny. Can you say hi?” you explain to her. She has always been the friendliest little human, she looks into the review mirror finding his eyes “…hey…” she replies. “hi there little one, it is very nice to meet you.” Danny looks up to see her reaction. Emmy turns her head, bashfully looking away.

“Do you girls want to grab some brunch?” he says, still focusing on the road. “…my treat.” he added. You turn your head, still amazed by the beauty this man holds. “Are you sure? She can…” looking back at Emmy, she’s almost about to knock out from the car ride. “She can be a handful.” you say. “Yes or no, honey.” he responds, giving you a quick glance. “Yeah, that would be great…babe” answering his question, you look down. You can feel the corners of your mouth rise, forming a soft smile.

Danny pulling into a small breakfast shop, “Bagel Dock”. Remembering back when AC and you were in college, you both would wake up from a night of partying. Hungover and disgusted with the pictures you would find the day after, you’d head to Bagel Dock to catch a mimosa and the best greasy bagel to cure the nasty hangovers.

Danny walks over to your side, opening the door holding his hand out to help you stand up. You both walk around to retrieve Emmy, she’s asleep. Picking her up out of her car seat, Danny reaches into the floorboard to grab her bag. Seeing him be so thoughtful, made your mama heart melt. A man doing the smallest of acts, for you or your child…really means to the most to a single mom.

~~*~~

After a delicious brunch, you are exhausted and ready to take a nap. Danny reaches over to the radio turning down the music, Emmy is playing on your phone. It was the only thing that would calm her down after the meltdown she had at the restaurant.

“What is Emmy short for?” he asks, you could tell questions have been turning the gears in that pretty mind of his. “Emersyn, it was my Grandmothers name.” you answered, remembering how close you and your Grandmother were when you were younger.

“It’s a beautiful name, y/n” he replied with a sweet smile.

You smile back, starting to feel the sadness take over your body.

“Is her dad around?” he asked quietly, not wanting Emmy to hear the word “Dad” just in case he wasn’t.

“No, he told me he was too young to be a Dad. He didn’t want the responsibility. So…I left. He hasn’t seen her. It’s just been Emmy and i.” you look back at her, feeling very proud of accomplishing motherhood so far. Danny doesn’t say a word, looks to be seemingly shocked and saddened by your answer.

“Y/n, i’m very sorry about that. You shouldn’t ..” he pauses for a moment, seeing his eyes glisten from the tears starting to form. “You shouldn’t have been alone.” he finishes, taking your hand to intertwine your fingers together.

Rubbing his forearm with your free hand, your thumb softly rubbing circles on top of his thumb. “Danny, honey, i am okay. it’s okay, i had and still have everything handled.” you say softly to him, reassuring him. You weren’t alone, actually. Your child had become your best friend.

~~*~~

It had been two weeks since meeting Danny. You both have texted and called each other every single night since. He’s even came over for dinner a few times, you’d be in the kitchen putting the last few things together for dinner and Danny would be in the living room floor playing with Emmy. Everything about this man, you adored.

One night, you had finally gotten Emmy to bed. You walked into the living room, exhaustion just taking over your body. Danny notices, patting the cushion on the couch beside him motioning you to sit down with him. You walk over to sit, he reaches under your legs to have them lay across his. You lay back to shut your eyes for just a minute. Danny is rubbing your legs and feet, just being the caring person he is.

“Y/n, it’s been two weeks and i still don’t know what you do for work.” he says quietly chuckling under his breath. You smile, moving your arm away from your eyes adjusting it under your head so you could look at him. “I’m a Criminal Psychologist, ya know i profile and try to figure out who the bad guys are.” you respond while smiling waiting for his reaction.

His eyes widen, “wait like are you being serious, right now?” he turns his entire body to look at you. “Nooo I’m just fucking with you, yes honey. Sometimes i work for the police department or the FBI, depending on the case.” you sit up, pulling your knees under yourself. “that’s like, really fucking cool y/n.” he replies, grabbing your hips to where you’re straddling him. “Well, thank you honey.” you say running your hands from his chest, to the nape of his neck to play with his curls.

For a moment, you both are just taking in the quietness of the room. Existing in each others worlds. Peaceful.

“Is there anything you girls would like to do this weekend? I will be leaving for tour here in the next week or so and i want to spend as much time with you both before i leave.” he says quietly almost in a whisper, rubbing your back.“Well…Halloween is Sunday and I will be taking Emmy trick or treating.” you say leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder. “And i have a halloween party Saturday, if you don’t have anything planned. Would you go with me?” he asked, making the blood flow to your cheeks. Blushing. You wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck. “I would loveeeee too, but wouldn’t it be weird if you brought the mom to a party?” you say jokingly. He grabs you by your shoulders to sit you up. “Actually, i think i’d have the hottest date there, you being a mom is definitely a bonus though..” he laughs sitting up to embrace you into his muscular arms, bringing your lips together he closes the space between you both.

Sliding your tongue against his, slightly sucking his bottom lip in between your teeth. You lightly nibble, smiling you sit up to crawl off of him. Getting into the floor on your knees, you rub your hands up his thighs and slide them under his hoodie. “Danny, can i show you how much i really appreciate you?” you say, tucking your fingers in his waistband and your thumbs lay across his button on his jeans wanting to release his bulge within his pants. “Please…y/n, please.” he says pleading for your attention. Slowly you unbutton his jeans, pulling his zipper down, you grab the sides of his legs and pull them down to where his length bounced out of his jeans. Sitting up you gently grab his cock, you see the pre-cum dripping out of him. You take your thumb and lightly massage it around the head, taking your tongue and running it up his shaft until you place a tiny kiss on the head. Slowly you lower your mouth onto him, flattening out your tongue so he can reach the back of your throat. You have never had a problem with your gag reflux until him. You bounce your head up and down, causing yourself to slobber onto him.

“Fuckkkk baby…your mouth feels so damn good.” he says in between his moans.

Pulling him out of your mouth, you spit on his cock lubricating it so you can twist your right hand up and down, giving him a handjob. You place your mouth on him again, twisting and sucking, hollowing out your cheeks. “y/n…baby…i’m gonna…” you can hear him and feel him about to release his load. You start to go slightly faster, finally feel his release in your mouth. “y/n…baby, oh my goddddd.” Swallowing his cum, you wipe your mouth. You gaze into his heavy and tired eyes, standing up you crawl back onto his lap. Leaning to place sweet small kisses on his lips, across his jaw, down his neck to hit that one sweet spot that drives him crazy. Wrapping his arms around you, Danny flips you over on your back, he’s hovering over top of you between your legs. His mouth collides with yours, brushing his tongue against yours, sucking on your bottom lip. You moan into his mouth, reaching between your legs to stroke his length.

Danny picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist he carries you down the hall to your bedroom. Laying you down on the edge of the bed, he grabs the waist band of your leggings and pulls them off, tossing them across the room. He leans down and whispers “Now let daddy show you how much he appreciates you, sweet girl.”

Reaching between your legs, his fingers find their way to your swollen clit slowly massaging circles making you wetter by the minute. His fingers work into your folds until they meet with your entrance, with two fingers he shoves them inside of you. You gasp for air, quickly he places his lips on yours muffling your moans. “Shhhh….don’t want to be too loud baby.” he says while pumping his fingers faster, he lowers himself so his head is between your legs. “fucking hell…your pussy is beautiful and so tight.” admiring your center before flattening his tongue and devouring you. Swirling his tongue and sucking on your clit while his fingers are pounding inside of you. You grab a handful of his beautiful curls, rocking your hips to grind on his tongue reaching your climax faster and faster. “Don’t stop Danny….don’t fucking stop.”

Arching your back, unable to muffle your moans any longer. Danny hitting your g spot with his fingers and continuing to suck your sensitive clit, you cum all over his fingers. You were lightheaded, seeing stars and struggling for air. He pulled his fingers out of you, holding them up to show you how much of a mess you made. Licking you off of his fingers, you grab his hand and put them in your mouth, tasting yourself.

“Fuck…that is so hot, you’re such a good girl.” his mouth is open, studying the way you sucked on his fingers. He pulls them out, sliding them down your chin until they are lightly wrapped around your throat. Reaching up to the back of his neck you pull him down, closing the space between you both. You whisper “Danny, please fuck me…i need you.” begging and pleading against his mouth.

“You impatient woman, i love it when you beg for me…” he says sliding his hands down your sides to the hem of your shirt, lifting up your shirt over your head to remove it. Danny was surprised to see you weren’t wearing a bra. He places wet kisses down your neck, to your chest, making his way to your erect nipples. Swirling, sucking and tugging at one and his hand on the other rubbing your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. Your hands run down the back of his hoodie, tugging at the hem you motion for him to remove it. Danny stands up and removes his hoodie, you admire the beauty this man holds. Removing his jeans, you slide yourself further onto the bed so he has room.

He slowly makes his way over top of you again, spreading your legs apart with his knees. He just sits, rubbing his cock against your sensitive clit. Gently tapping your pussy, sliding it down to your entrance. Slowly, he sticks the head in and back out, back in and then out. Finally, he slams his hips against yours, you yelp with pleasure.

“Are you okay, baby!?” Danny asks with the look of concern flashing across his face. “I’m fine, i promise. Just wasn’t expecting that…it felt good daddy. Keep going.” He wasted no time, pounding you faster and harder. He grabs the back of your knees and pushes them back, bringing your hips up in the air so he can reach you deeper. “…mmm daddy, right there!! that feels…so good.” struggling to put sentences together, you’re almost there. “That’s it, daddy’s good girl. Cum for me, pretty girl.” he says thrusting hard and long strokes making your eyes roll back. He turns you to your side, putting one leg on his shoulder slowly thrusting.

“RIGHT there…keep going please baby..” you moan, digging your nails into his thighs your climax is at its peak. Your legs start to shake, your vision turns white and you can see stars. Coming down from your high, Danny has reached his limit “..cum for me daddy, fill me up daddy..” you say grabbing his hands that are wrapped around your leg, he fills you up. You can feel every warm drop of him inside of you, his sensitive cock pulsating. Danny releases your leg, fall down beside you. You’re both exhausted.

Eventually getting off the bed, you pull back the covers tapping the bed motioning for him to get under them with you. Danny does just that. You both fall asleep in pure bliss.

~~*~~

Saturday, Halloween Party

Danny and you had gotten costumes a couple days ago for the halloween party. You already dropped Emmy off with your mom, she was taken care of.

You stand in front of the mirror in your bedroom, in this white and red nurses costume, fishnets of course underneath and a pair of red heels. The fishnets were definitely Daniel’s idea. You hear your front door slam shut, “Babe!” you hear him yell down the hall.

You walk into the kitchen where he was unloading his bags from the store. Case of white claw for yourself and a case of coronas for him. He is dressed in a pair of scrubs, scrub cap and a stethoscope around his neck.

Walking around the kitchen island, you grab both ends of the stethoscope and pull him in for a kiss. “You just keep getting sexier and sexier, Dr. Wagner.” you say against his mouth. “And you nurse y/n, aren’t so bad yourself.” returning the kiss, his hand reaching for your ass he gives it a squeeze. “Come on honey, if we don’t leave now we’ll be late.” he reminds you, you turn to walk out the kitchen. Danny slaps your ass as he follows behind you.

~~*~~

Danny and you had been at the party for an hour now. He had some friends he wanted you to meet. Mainly, the boys in the band. The party was at this cabin, right off the shore of a lake. It was beautiful. You were in the kitchen grabbing another drink for yourself and Danny. You lightly feel a hand rub against the back of your thighs. You turn around quickly, a man who obviously by the looks of it, is intoxicated. He’s wearing a pirate costume, long brown hair, contagious smile and heart melting brown eyes. He was very beautiful but reeked of booze.

“You must be Daniel’s milf? Aren’t you a pretty little thing, y/n is it?” he says slurring over his words, reaching up for your cheek. You push his hand away “Dude, you’re drunk. fuck off.” he grabs your wrist before you run off, pinning you against the counter. He brushes your hair from your eyes to behind your ear, leaning to your ear so you can hear him over the music.

“I would make you cum 10x more than he ever could.” he says leaning back up, looking into his eyes all you see is lust. You press your knees together trying not to get so turned on by this man, he was insanely beautiful. It was hard not to be turned on.

Danny runs over, grabbing his shoulder “Jake, what the fuck are you doing? You’re piss ass drunk.” he tries to yell over the music, when Jake realizes it was Danny who grabbed him. He throws his arms around his neck, embracing him with a hug. You stand there, looking back and forth between both of them. Confused.

“Y/n, this is Jake. He’s the guitarist.” Danny says with an apologetic look. You send him a sweet smile letting him know it’s okay. “You out did yourself with this one, Daniel.” Jake replies winking to you. “Okay, let’s get you outside.” Danny says while realizing Jake is pulling a cigar out of his pocket.

They finally go outside, you’re walking through the living room to find a seat. The only seat that was empty, was beside this curly haired man in a pope like cloak. It was open where his chest was visible, again this man was seemly beautiful. You plop down next to him, he looks over. “Hi there darling, you must be y/n.” he reaches for your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips and kissing the back of your hand. “You are all Daniel talks about anymore. I’m Josh, I play the vocals.” he says giving your hand a light tap.

“It’s nice to meet you, he talks about me?” you ask looking over to Josh. “Oh honey, he can’t stop talking about you. He also adores that little girl of yours.” he replies, leaning over to where your faces are inches apart. The music was instantly loud making it hard to hear anyone talk. You smile while he’s talking, you didn’t respond right away. “You are very beautiful, just the way Daniel described.” placing two fingers under your chin, lifting your face up to admire your features. This man, his brown eyes, sweet smile where you noticed he had the tiniest gap. Which you thought was the most adorable thing you’ve seen.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Daniel making his way over to the couch. “I see Jake isn’t the only one that can’t keep their hands off my woman.” Danny says, plopping into the couch between Josh and you. Placing his arm around you. “Oh god, she met Jake already?…I’m sorry about that.” Josh says looking to you concerned, flashing an apologetic smile. Sober or drunk, when Jake sees something he likes he will make it known. That he definitely did earlier in the kitchen.

2am rolls around, you’re tipsy, tired and ready for bed. You walk outside to find Danny, you turn the corner to the front of the garage to the right side of the garage there are steps that lead to the front door. You can hear Danny’s voice from that area of the house, it’s dark the only light you see is around the garage where the steps were located. Suddenly, this shadow comes up from between two cars. Slamming your back against the metal garage door, the smell of booze lingering from this persons breath, his hands are planted on the door on each side of your head and his body is pressed against yours.

“I could do things to you that would make you leave my boy, Daniel.” he says in a raspy voice. His lips are close enough to your cheek that you can feel how hot his breath is. Jake, you recognized the voice from earlier. “Jake, leave me the fuck alone. You’re drunk and talking out of your ass.” you responded turning your face to where you’re making eye contact with him. He grabs your cheeks, making your lips pucker, “Oh but darling, i know what i want and i know exactly how to get it.” he reaches down to your thigh, sliding his fingers up to the end of your costume. You don’t stop him, yet. Your breathing picks up, looking down to his lips like you would want to devour him. “I can see it in your eyes, you want it just as bad as i do..darling.” he says sliding his hand further up your dress almost to the crease of your ass. You slap him, stopping him in his tracks. Danny walked around the corner at the exact moment.

“Shittt..y/n, what’s going on?” he runs over to you both. “He’s drunk and he keeps trying to come onto me.” you replied dusting off your dress, you look back up to Danny and he leans down to whisper in your ear “that was hott…good job babe” he gives you a little love tap on your ass. He throws his arm around Jake “Dude, she’s mine. Get over it, not everything you see you can have.” he pats Jake on his chest, winking at you. Jake chuckles. “Let’s go find Josh..” Danny says grabbing your hand and his other arm still wrapped around Jake.

Josh was inside in the kitchen, fishing around the freezer for his bottle of tequila. “Josh, i think it’s time to take Jake here home. Y/n gave him a taste of his own medicine.” Danny says laughing. “Damn it Jake…can’t you control yourself for one night?” Josh replies, setting his tequila down on the counter to refill his cup. You giggle, Danny wraps his arm around your waist.

“I think we’re gonna head on out, see you guys later.” Danny waved to the boys, you wave to Josh along with a soft smile. Complete ignoring Jake on your way out.

~~*~~

Danny pulls into your driveway, turning the car off. He doesn’t move, you look over and you can tell something was bothering him.

“..hey baby? are you okay?” you ask him softly, reaching over to the back of his head to softly massage his neck. You lay your head back and wait for his response. He grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips, he closes his eyes. Finally, he looks up to meet your gaze that was fixed on him. “Please don’t fall for Jake.” he pleads in almost a whisper, you sit up in the seat and place both of your hands on the sides of his face. “Danny, i would never hurt you like that. Anyways, he’s too short for my liking.” you replied back, placing a kiss on his nose. He laughs “..too short??”

“Yes, don’t you know i like my men at least over 6 foot.” trying to reassure him the best you can, while feeling guilty about the way Jake burned your core.

You both exist the car, stepping up to the porch to unlock your door. Grabbing Danny’s hand you lead him into the house, kicking your heels off at the door, he slips his off as well. Both of you work your way down the hall to your bedroom. Standing on either sides of the bed, you both strip down to almost nothing. You throw on one of his old band t shirts, a pair of comfy panties and throw your hair up into a bun. Danny only wearing a pair of black boxers is already in bed waiting for you. Crawling into bed, into his arms. You feel safe, like you belong within his embrace.

“I don’t think i have asked yet, but would you be my girlfriend?” he asks, looking up at him while your head is still on his chest. Bringing your finger to his lips, you gently squeeze his bottom lip to get his attention. His gaze now on you, you prop your head up and give him tiny kisses against his lip. Your smile getting bigger with each kiss.

“I thought you’d never ask..” you reply, you lay your head on his chest. He lets out a small giggle, squeezing his arms around you placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You both fall asleep, peacefully.

~~*~~

“Trick or treat..” you hear Emmy say, Danny and you are watching her from the side walk. She walks down from the house, grabbing Danny’s fingers in one hand and yours in the other. Taking her to the next house to get candy.

“She the cutest little witch out here.” Danny says admiring her walking up to the next house.

You smile hearing him adore your child, might be the sexiest thing to ever come out of his mouth. “I might be bias, but i think i have the cutest child around.” you say smiling up at him, it’s chilly. You stand closer to him to feel his warmth, wrapping you up in his arms. He kisses your head, “i definitely agree on that, my love.” he replies.

You all go back to the house after a night of walking around receiving candy. Emmy dumped out all of her candy in the living room floor. Danny is propped up on his elbow, laying down in the floor with her. Both of them, sorting out the candy she likes and dislikes. You’re in the kitchen, finishing up dinner. Danny walks in, “It smells amazing babe, what are we having?” he asks walking behind you, pulling you into a hug, his lips find their way to your neck. “Chicken parmesan” leaning back on him, the thought of him leaving tomorrow for tour makes your heart ache. “You’ve been quiet today, my love.” Danny says, he pulls his hands to your waist spinning you around to face him. Your eyes start to fill with tears, “i’m just going to really miss you, that’s all.” you say to him, swallowing hard trying to keep the tears in. He grabs your face, looking into your eyes. “..hey hey, baby i’ll be back before you know it.” he pulls you into his chest, you embrace him.

~~*~~

It’s the next morning, Emmy and you follow Danny to his house to help him finish up packing for the road. Emmy running around enjoying the bigger space of his home, you’re running down the list of the things he needs or might forget if you don’t remind him.

“…toothbrush, deodorant, charger, drumsticks…” you start naming everything you can think of. “yes, MOM…” Danny playfully replies, poking your side with his drumsticks. “i’m trying to help you, babe.” you say back, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you into a hug. “I’m going to miss you, bossing me around.” he said kissing the tip of your nose. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you breathe deeply remembering his scent.

Emmy on your hip, you all are standing in his drive way. He’s loading up the rest of his belongings onto the bus, he steps out to Emmy and you waiting for him to say his goodbyes.

“i miss you..Dan, i love you..” Emmy says holding her hands out to Danny to pick her up. Danny grabs Emmy, holding out a fist to give her a fist bump. “i love you and i’m gonna miss you tons.” he says to her, she wraps her little arms around his neck and he gives her the biggest hug. Your eyes start to fill with tears, witness the purest moment between the man you’re falling for and your child. Danny notices the sadness on your face, holding out one arm while the other is still holding Emmy. You embrace him and hug him, tears begin to fall. “I’m going to miss you mama” he says rubbing your back and placing a kiss on the side of your head. You step back, wiping your tears from your face, you take Emmy out of his arms. “okay baby, Dan has to leave now. We don’t want him to be late to his flight.” you say to her. “Listen to mama, i’ll be back before you know it.” he says placing a kiss on Emmys head.

You lean over to give him one finally kiss, long and sweet as if it will be the last one you’ll ever get from him.

Finally, you girls are on the sidewalk. Danny walks onto the bus. The doors shut, Emmy holds up a hand waving to Danny as the bus drives away. Turning around, tears still falling from your face you head back to your car.

“Mommy, do you love Dan?” Emmy says while you’re putting her into her car seat.

“I think so baby.” you reply, closing the car door.

You stand against the car, running through your thoughts. Do i really love this man? It’s been a few weeks, can you fall for someone this fast?

Whispering under your breath, “i think i do love him.”

Part Three

#gvf #greta van fleet #danny wagner #jake kiszka #daniel wagner #gretavanfleet #jake gvf #danny gvf #danny wagner gvf #josh kiszka

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vveakfish · 4 months

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thinking abt this post (not adding a screenshot bc op [@mrpsychokiller] turned off reblogs and i wanna respect that) but like, idk it just got my brain moving.

i did my undergrad thesis on how sex and community in queer spaces can often go hand in hand & how kink can act as a vehicle for finding community within a subculture can in some (but not all) cases be Very sex centric.

And it was such a fucking trip to work on this project within the confines of Art School™ & realize that nearly every one of my professors wrote off the deeper meaning of my work because the images i was making were a lil kinky.

It created this really strange dichotomy within the feedback i got that semester.

My peers (namely the ones who were also queer freaks themselves) fucking Got It. we had in depth conversations about what it was that i was trying to say, and it was so great to have them around me while i worked myself to the bone on these prints.

but when i got critiques from my thesis advisor –and all the other professors in my program – it was like all they could see was the fact that i was depicting men who also happened to be sexy.

I remember about half way through the semester, when we did our like midterm review or whatever, there was very little talk about my technique, or if the images were effectively conveyed, or any of the other things my peers who were tackling less ‘risqué’ subject matter got feedback on. It was all about how the work was horny & bc of that they weren’t sure if it was ‘impactful enough’ to be thesis material.

“Okay, so u think they’re hot. Now what?”

And the thing that i found So interesting about this whole thing is that these prints weren’t even the most erotic work i’d done that year.

the last project i’d worked on the semester prior to thesis was a series of four paintings of porn stills. Dick, Balls, AND Hole all lovingly rendered in oils.

So when it came time to figure out what i wanted to do for thesis, i considered going in that same direction. But in the end, i decided the point of the project wasn’t the Raunch factor. So, i chose to pare back the sex so that my message wouldn’t get lost in it.

And Yet, there i was, standing in front of a room full of str8 ppl who couldn’t look past the suggestiveness of a twunk bound in shabari, or a big chested bear in a leather jacket, or a drag queen dancing in sexy lace up heels for long enough to even consider that maybe the work Wasn’t just about that.

The thing i realized (only at the end of the semester in trying to work through my feelings on all of this as i wrote out my thesis paper) was that outside of my peers, none of the people who had a chance to view my work and engage with it before it was complete did so in good faith. They decided that my work was intellectually worth less because it could be read as horny.

And like, ignoring the fact that i wasn’t making these images for sexual gratification, it shouldnt have MATTERED if i were !!!

These professors spent four years talking about how our work should evoke feeling in people, and that we should keep that in mind while composing our images etc. etc. etc.

but as soon as they thought the reaction the work might have been evoking was Horny™ it wasn’t deep enough.

I don’t really have a conclusion to this post, other than to say i fucking agree with the sentiment of the one i linked at the top. Fetish, kink, or sex should not detract from a work of art. And the fact that it does is a disservice not just to the artists who enjoy working on that kind of subject matter, but also the audience.

If your first response when seeing a work of art and learning that it Might have some element of sex involved in it is to deem it wrong, or shallow, or gross, you’re robbing yourself of the opportunity to engage with the work in a meaningful way.

and this is not to say “everyone should look at fetish art, idc if it icks you, get over it!!”

all i ask is that you investigate why it evokes such a strong reaction in you. Is your discomfort actually about the image itself? or is there something else going on. Sit with it for a second.

and since i wrote all this out and talked about my thesis, i might as well link the essay here. I’m still really proud of this project, and i have the prints embedded within the essay, so check it out if you have the chance!

#𓆟 #chvm bvcket #idek how to tag this lol??

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snffbeebee · 10 months

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Poison Apples Chapter 2

{ Catch up with Chapter 1 }

Word Count - 2,620

Warnings - Swearing, a little bit of sexy time...and well just the Mark of Cain doing what it does best. Enjoy, because this baby is just getting started!!!!

“Alright, it’s time to explain,” you stated as you settled onto the bed of the hotel room he selected for the night. “Who the fuck are you and why are people trying to kill you?”

“Not people,” he reminded you. “Demons.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Alright,” he sighed out as he sat down the bags on the floor. “Let’s start over. I’m Dean.”

“Not Jonathan Cash?” you snarked.

“No,” he smirked. “Not Johnny Cash.”

“Seriously?” you scoffed at his amusement to his own poor joke.

“It’s a thing I do,” he shrugged as he sat down in a chair across from you. “And I’m a hunter. I hunt ghosts, demons, all that supernatural kind of stuff that you probably don’t believe in.”

“And now they’re after you?”

“Because of this,” he pointed to that mark on his arm again. “It’s the mark of Cain. With this, I don’t die but I become one of them.”

“A demon?” you snarked.

“Yes,” he replied. “And he’s not as nice as me.”

“So you were a demon and now you’re not?” you raised your brow.

“Yeah, there’s a cure to make me human again,” he replied. “But that doesn’t undue its damage.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s hard to explain,” he breathed out deeply. “But fighting and killing… I like it. It’s like it wants me to do it and is always hungry.”

“Well that’s comforting,” you sarcastically stated. There was a long pause as your mind wandered back to the events of the night. “So why haven’t you just killed me?”

“You’re innocent,” he shrugged. “From what I can tell at least. You seem like a good person.”

“Thanks I guess,” you said softly. “So it’s just you?”

“There’s others like my brother,” he looked off. “We’re not talking at the moment but he’s out there too, looking for me.”

“And you’re hiding from your brother?”

“More like, keeping my distance,” he replied, looking back at you. “He’s gone mad trying to find a cure and I can’t let him get anyone else hurt because of me.”

“I thought you said there was a cure?”

“To being a demon, yes, but to get rid of this? No.”

“How did you even get that?”

He went on to explain the father of evil, Cain, and how he came to be the newest bearer of the mark and why. He discussed how he had died shortly after because of an asshole angel Metatron and turned demon to run around with the king of hell until his brother and their friend, who was also an angel, cured him.

“You do know this all sounds insane right?” was all you could really muster out.

“I’m not an idiot. I know it does, but you’re just going to have to trust me.”

“And if I don't?”

“You’ll most likely end up dead,” he replied flatly. “None of them that are after me will care. You’re just another member of collateral damage.”

“Great,” you took a deep breath. “So it’s basically just a matter of time before I either die or go back and go to jail for the rest of my life?”

“Like I said before,” his eyes met yours. “Listen to me and you’ll be alive.”

After letting a large puff of air escape through your lips you got up from your spot. He watched you closely as you found the mini fridge. There were little bottles of alcohol inside and you were going to down each and every one of them. After twisting off the top of a vodka, you shot it back in one big gulp.

You heard a snicker coming from him as you went to open another. You opted to ignore him as you chugged down the second one.

“It’ll probably be at least a day before they find the bodies at your place, but it’s likely that someone from the hospital will notice your new patient is no longer there and review the cameras.”

“Most likely not until the 1st shift comes in at 8,” you replied.

“What time does the bank open?”

“9 I think.”

“So that gives us,” he peered at the clock. “About 6 hours to sleep, and an hour to watch our backs til you can get to the bank, and to get the fuck out of town.”

“I need a shower,” you grumbled as you touched your neck. “I need to clean this up.”

He got up from his spot and moved his hand to your chin to tilt your head back. You flinched for a second, but then allowed him to look. His hand stayed there for a while as he examined, causing a warm feeling inside you to start developing. Lust

or fear? You did your best to ignore it as he stated that once you were showered he would help to bandage it up. You nodded as you pulled away from him, going to the bathroom to discard your clothing and enter into the shower. You weren’t in there long. You felt vulnerable with him and whatever else was now after you on the other side of the door. After getting dressed you walked out, he was now sitting on the bed with his own little bottle now empty in his hand.

“Your turn,” you stated as you grabbed your brush out of your bag. “The water isn’t horrible.”

He got up with a nod, but stopped himself as he approached the doorway to turn to you.

“I’m sorry I got you involved.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t seem sorry when you had the knife in my back,” you harped back.

“You mean this,” he pulled out a metal piece of the gurney he was on. It wasn’t a knife. You were never in danger. You felt the anger rise up.

“You asshole,” you seethed.

“Yeah, I am,” he replied as he set it down. “I can understand if you want to run. I’m not holding you captive.”

“Not like I have a choice now,” you snapped back.

“Yeah, well,” he sheepishly replied. “I just wanted you to know I never really meant any harm and I promise I won’t hurt you.”

With that he went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You were angry, but you understood and you hated yourself for that. You’d rather just be angry at him, but you couldn’t because you knew in that same situation, you might have done the same.

______

His lips locked on to yours as his hands caressed your body. His fingertips tracing lines on every inch of you until they made their way down to your mound. Rubbing the lips of your entrance, you felt your wetness grow for him as his mouth moved to your neck, taking in your skin with his teeth gently. You were ready for him as he rubbed his digits on your folds before he twisted his digit inside of you, pumping you in and out slowly before he added another. It wasn’t long before he found the spot that made your thighs clench and shake as your orgasam grew. You felt it coming as his lips moved to trail down along your chest and further. You felt your knees buckle as he grew closer. One more second and you were seeing white spots.

“Y/N,” you heard him speak. You let out a moan in anticipation.

“Y/N!” you heard him again. “Wake up!”

You snapped your eyes open to see him standing above you all dressed and ready to go. Fuck, it was all a dream. You felt the wetness between your legs as you moved to get up, the slipperiness causing you to want to finish off the job.

“What time is it?” you asked as you sat up.

“About 7:45,” he replied. “You okay there? You seemed like you were having a bad dream or something.”

“Yeah,” you muttered. “I’m good, just a little restless.”

“We’ll get dressed and all your stuff ready,” he instructed. “Be ready to move quick.”

You groaned at his directness, but eventually got up and made your way to the bathroom to get dressed, opting for simple jeans and tshirt with sneakers. You came out and everything was all packed and already looked like room service hit it.

“Time to fly,” he stated. “How far away is the bank?”

“Probably take about 15 minutes to get there,” you yawned. “Is there any time for food?”

“There’s coffee and donuts in the lobby,” he replied. “Where’s your phone?”

You pulled it out of your purse, no missed calls as of yet. He grabbed it from you and turned off the location services before handing it back.

“Once we hit the bank, phone is gone,” he warned.

“Why?”

“911 can still track,” he replied. “I’ll get you a burner one.”

“No one but work calls me anyways,” you stated as you put it away.

“ No boyfriend or anything that will miss you?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m too much of a workaholic for that.”

“Well that makes this easier,” he stated with a shrug as you gave him a hard glare. “Relationships complicate things.”

“This one sure has,” you remarked with a smirk.

“Oh this will be fun,” he chuckled to himself as you both exited the room to head to the next phase.

“This may be my best one yet.”

______

He pulled up outside of the bank, stating that he would be a block down the street waiting. You were instructed to get as much cash that they would allow and the rest on multiple money orders. You understood the assignment.

“Hey, I’m moving and would like to make a withdrawal please,” you said to the teller.

“How much,” she asked as she started filling out the slip.

“All my checking and savings,” you replied.

She glared at you as her eyes shifted to the screen.

“That’s over $700,000.”

“I know,” you stated. “I need 10 in cash, if possible and everything else on money orders. Dividends of 25k will work and some odd ones.”

“I need my manager to approve that,” she started to get up.

“Wait,” you whispered. It was enough to stop her. She looked at you with concern.

“My boyfriend, he’s stalking me and I have to get away,” you replied, acting the best that you could before showing the mark on your neck. “He’s dangerous.”

“Call the police,” she whispered back.

“He is the police,” you replied softly as you did a glance behind you, tears forming in your eyes. “Please help me.”

She was hesitant at first, but then agreed. Domestic abuse, no one really questions and everyone knows someone that has been through it. You won her pity as she finished up the transaction and gave you a gentle ‘good luck’ as you collected the money and checks and put them into your purse.

As you walked out you heard your phone ring. You looked at it and saw that it was work calling. You wanted to pick it up and tell them what was happening, but was it really a person on the other end or another one of those things. You chucked it into the garbage can on the sidewalk and made your way back to the car.

“You good?” Dean asked as you entered.

“Yeah,” you replied. “They called. It’s time to go.”

“Which way?” you raised his brow to you.

“South,” you replied as you put your purse in the back. “As far down as we can get.”

“Not to pry,” he clicked his tongue as he started to drive. “But how much did you end up being able to get?”

“Enough,” you chuckled for a moment, remembering that you really didn’t know the guy next to you. “$50,000.”

His eyes widened as he drove.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, it’s not much-“

“You’re freaking rich,” he laughed. “No conning pool or cards for you.”

“I guess,” you shrugged. “We should probably find a place to get you clothes.”

“You sure?” he questioned you. “I don’t want you to specially spend your money on me or anything.”

“It will be a gift to myself to not have to smell you in the same clothes after a few days,” you smirked.

“We will stop when we enter New York, " he stated. “Let's get out of the New England states first.”

“Sounds good to me,” you said as you leaned back your head. The ride was nice and smooth along the highway. He had the radio on, but only at a muffle. You watched as the scenery went by and slowly, your eyes began to close again.

———

“Hey Y/N,” Dean shook you awake. “Time to get up.”

It was almost dark already when you opened your eyes. You looked around and saw that you were at a gas station. Where, you had no idea. You stretched out your legs as you got out. Your body felt like you were in the car for days. Dean started to pump the gas and asked if you would grab him water and something to snack on. You went in like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what kind of snack he liked and being hungry yourself, you opted for one of almost everything. At least the stuff you would eat if he wouldn’t. While checking out with the snacks and the gas, you heard the door open. You turned your head and saw two guys walking in, looking sketchy and their eyes roaming you. You thanked the cashier and got out of there. Dean wasn’t in sight where you sat in the car and waited patiently. The two guys came out, the one tapping his friend's arm and looking at you in the car. They started to approach you and you wished you had the keys to leave at that second.

“Hey honey,” the skeezball stated with a grin as he leaned down to your open window. He rested his arms on the ledge causing you to not be able to roll it up. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Go away,” you replied while trying to not look at him or give him notice.

“We’re having a party,” he continued. “Want to join us?”

You ignored him as best as you could as you noticed him inching in closer.

“Nice car here,” he commented. “I’d love to take you for a ride in it. How much will it cost me?”

“Go away”, you stated again.

“Hey!” you heard Dean shout out. “We got a problem here?”

“My friend was just saying hello,” the other guy who wasn’t at your window responded back.

“Your boyfriend?” the creepier asked you.

“Time to say goodbye,” Dean warned.

“Why? We were just inviting her to a party. You can join us if you’d like. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the three of us taking our turns.”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say to Dean as he punched the one guy and before you knew it both were now down on the ground. The one that had approached you was turning into a bloody mess as Dean sat on top of him, endlessly punching him in the face.

“Get off Dean!” you cried as you tried to pull him off. “We got to go before the cops come!”

He spit down on the guy as he got up and made his way into the car. You checked the guy for a pulse first before you jumped in the car as well. He was alive, barely. Dean went animalistic on him. You started to have a million more regrets about your travel companion now. What would it take for you to be next?

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