#female cherry inflation

[itsmetord]

What If Trina Riffin Inflates Into A Cherry

For @lizzietherwbychibifan @sakiohappynoi @rhyliethecaterfly

[hoshi-y]

Hello there, I'm a big fan of your work! I was wondering if it's okay I put in a request. Could you do a Tsukasa Yugi x Female reader who are best friends with each other? But then Tsukasa figures out the reader has a crush on him. Could it also have a little bit of a lime in it, if you are comfy with that? Thank you for taking your time to read this, I hope this isn't confusing and fits all of your rules. Just know this is only a request and you don't have to write this if decided not to, I understand.

-Anon <3

Fifty Fifty

Female Reader (She/Her)

Genre : Fluff Lime

Characters : Yugi Tsukasa

TW : MY LIME..YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

A/N : THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING MY WORK HEHE AND OF COURSE ITS OKAY!! I still accept requests even though its close 👁️👁️... That's just me being lazy

ANYWAYS I am always comfy with lime, but not lemon and any weird kinks 😭

I HOPE YOU ENJOY 💗

"The things you make me wanna do.."

Yugi Tsukasa, also one of the schools Prince with that charming smile and outgoing personality. He has alot of admirers I should say, he gets gifts and treats on his desk anonymously, or personally

You are one of those anonymous gift senders. You've fallen head over heels for this energetic boy, and you were scared that he would find out.

Why would you be scared? Well.. You've known him since elementary, and you two have created a bond together and you were scared that if he ever found out, its game over for you. He might be weirded out and call of your friendship, or the fact you don't know how he rejects people sometimes can be scary..

"[F/N]!! My favorite person in the world~" Tsukasa surprised hugged you as your face began to redden "H-hey Tsukasa!" clumsily closing your shoe locker.

You've liked him for 3 years now.. Isn't it appropriate to finally let him know?

"Whats up with you? Your face is all red. Or is it that you've fallen for me?~" He teased making you playfully shove him as he laughed

These pent up feelings for you, are slowly killing me..

"Whatever.. Let's go to class" Turning your heel to head for the stairs, Tsukasa grabbed your hand. "Come on, we have 2 weeks of free time because of the school event~ I don't want to spend all of that sleeping in the classrooms. Lets go check out what they're doing!" Before you could retaliate he dragged you to the back of the school where most of it is happening.

You and Tsukasa went around different stalls that they were putting up or games that they were offering. This school even of yours will last 2 weeks, giving you two enough time to have fun.

'Fun' I should say if ykyk

"Tsukasa they're gonna put up inflatables!!" You shook his shoulder pointing at a big inflatable they were inflating. "Awe man! I can already feel that this year is gonna be better than last years!".

After walking around and looking at different stalls, you two bought some food and sat down under a shade, eating while spilling gossip. This has been you and Tsukasa's passing time, you two just LOVED spilling tea, I mean who doesn't right?

A midst of your conversation, you caught sight of a group of girls pushing one of their friend towards Tsukasa as she shakily hands him over a box of strawberry pocky, and a letter.

"T-this is for y-you Yugi-kun!" She stuttered

'Duh... Who else would you be giving that to...'

Tsukasa carefully grabbed the pocky and envelope from her as he thanked her, she ran away looking like a cherry as her friends cheered.

"Yugi you and Mira should get along! She is a REALLY fun person to be with you know? And also not boring" They ran after their friends, while you clenched on your drink

"Was that last part directed to me?" You mumbled. Tsukasa stood up and dusted off any dirt on his pants as he lend you his hand. "I appreciate the gifts and all.. But this is getting out of hand, lets go somewhere please? I want to take my mind off things." You accepted his hand as you atood up nodding.

"Alright! How aabouutt... The mall?" Your eyes lit up, you heard that they opened a new arcade there and wanted to check it out with Tsukasa. He nodded and you two excitedly went to the mall.

You should know how it feels on how hard it is to hide your feelings for someone right?

There are times you want to grab them by the collar and kiss them, or bluntly say it to let those feelings out

You in the other hand kept it a secret from your best friend for 3 years

It was getting harder and harder for you to hide them each passing year with Tsukasa always getting a glow up

He has become undeniably handsome, and you saw that. It was also harder for you not to look jealous or bothered when someone comes up and gives him treats or little presents

Heck you could hardly keep your composure when he tells you the someone confessed to him.

Calls yourself evil or anything, you were glad that he rejected all of them, you didn't how you'd live if he were to go in a relationship with someone.

During the event at school, you two had a great time I should say

Those 2 weeks spent together was amazing, it was shocking nobody stopped you two so another can confess to Tsukasa

You were glad.

Some peace and quiet with your 'best friend' without having it ruined by someone who doesn't know the definition of do not disturb.

It was the last day of the event. And after this, everyone will be busy to catch up requirements or study for something else

You had to tell Tsukasa. You just had to before he becomes busy

Wether he rejects you or not.. Or your friendship goes into shambles. Atleast he knows how you feel about him.

You pant as you finally reach the rooftop. It was getting really crowded downstairs so you two decided to watch everyone by the rooftop.

"Hurry up slowpoke, god how could you be the last one to come up here when I gave you 10 second headstart?" He laughed as you purposely bumped on him. "Shut up you slowed me down!"

He leaned on the railings looking at everyone below, you could hear chatter, laughter and even saw alot of couples down there. "Hey look, there's Amane and Yashiro, looks like they're together now.." You pointed at Tsukasa's older twin brother who was holding hands lovingly with a girl in your class.

"Yeah, I told him he should confess before its too late, not that anyone is going for Yashiro-san.." You punched his arm playfully "What does tgat supposed to mean you big meany?" You laughed as he held the area you punched "I'm just saying! I'm glad Amane found someone, he needs to lay off the star drugs.."

"Now you're just talking shit about your brother" You watched as Amane sneeze, Him and Yashiro get along so well.. You wondered who confessed first.

"Please, he talks shit about me all the time, although I am happy for him. Finally finding someone who could make him smile and feel himself.. I am really happy for him." Tsukasa rested his head on his folded arms

Engulfed with a comfortable silence. You were curious, did Tsukasa 'like' anyone? It would hurt you if he said yes, but you had no right to feel hurt, you were only an admirer, a best friend and nothing more.

"Hey, Tsukasa. Have you.. Ever liked anyone?" You asked biting the inside of your cheek.

He looked at you down looked back down at the crowd "Maybe? Why do you ask?" You felt your heart crack a little. "I'm just curious you know? You never really entered that topic with me and I am really curious on who you like."

"And why is that?"

"So I can steal them away from you duh" You joked as he chuckled.

"Well.. I'll tell you a little about her.. She's very cute, and a really fun person to be with.. She's very smary, passionate about the things she love. I've heard alot about her kindness and how she loves to help someone in need. She has a great sense of humor too, you should meet her." At the end of his sentence, you saw how this girl put a blush in his cheeks. Something you can never do..

"What about you? Do you like anyone?"

"Well.. I just found out today that he likes someone else.. I was planning in confessing today but nevermind.." You choked back tears looking away so he wouldn't see. "Why don't you confess to him? Atleaat this idiot will know that a really great person has liked him. It's better to let out your feelings than keeping them to yourself [F/N]." He sounded.. Angry? You couldn't tell, Tsukasa can hide how he is feeling very well so you couldn't read him sometimes.

Turning to him surprised he was already staring at you. "S-Should I go confess to this idiot?" He nodded. "Like I said, its better for him to know than you keeping it to yourself. Now if he ever hurts you or so much as humiliate you, I'll go break his neck alright?" You giggled. "Okay Dad."

"So, who is this idiot anyways?"

"Its you.." You quietly say, the moment you said that you wanted to run away, but you couldn't. You hopd to God he didn't hear that.. But he did

Tsukasa looked at you wide eyed as his full attention was now on you. There was no going back now.

"Your the idiot I like, Tsukasa.. I-I have liked you for 3 years now.. The way you look after me and my well-being is what started those feelings because I have never had anyone look after me like that.. You are very caring and won't judge the things I want. I always catch myself looking for you in the crowd, you make me feel an emotion I couldn't feel with anyone else.. There were times I wanted to drag you somewhere to atleast tell you that I liked you.. But I couldn't.. I was scared."

Wiping the tears that were falling down your cheeks, you were met with silence. You didn't wanna look at Tsukasa, you didn't wanna see his reaction. So you turned away and started walking

He grabs your hand, making you turn around.

"Are you not gonna hear about how I feel?" You looked down. "G-go ahead.."

Tsukasa smiled as he pulled you in for a hug, this wasn't the usual hyper hugs he'd give you but rather a comfortable one.

"I like you too, [F/N]. I think I've liked you longer than you have of me.." You look at him teary eyed. You couldn't believe it...

HE chose YOU out of the many options he had..

Tsukasa pulled you into a hug as he kissed away all your salty tears and tucked away any loose hair behind your ear. "I know you aren't ready to have a boyfriend.. So I wanted to ask I could—"

"Who said I wasn't ready..?!" You chuckled in between sobs, Tsukasa chuckled as he playfully flicked your forehead. "You did, you big dummy.." Tsukasa joined your fit of laughter as he slowly leaned closer. "There was never a really dull time in my life where I didn't imagine you as my girlfriend.."

You teasingly placed a finger on his lips as you giggle. "You're so lame, you're asking me to be your girlfriend like this?" Tsukasa chuckled as he faced you towards him. "Okay Ms. Extra, I'll ask you out properly."

Tsukasa held both your hands tenderly as he looked at you straight in the eyes filled with adoration and love.

"[L/N] [Y/N]. I love you.. Will you be my girlfriend?" Your cheeks were probably starting to hurt from smiling, you nodded happily as he pulled you closer, leaving a little gap in between your lips and his.

"I love you [Y/N]... With all my heart.."

As he sealed the little space between you two, fireworks were set off into the air at the right time when you two have sealed in your first kiss with each other.

The remainder of the festival went by in just a blink of an eye.

Your relationship with Tsukasa spread like WILDFIRE across the school

You think after all that Tsukasa will your relationship a secret? Nope!

Dating Tsukasa was probably the BEST and most memorable chapter in your life.

Despite his crazy and chaotic nature, he was very gentle with you, patient, loving and understanding

Of course he bullies you from time to time—

Its natural right? There's still that relationship you two had before you two started dating.

Its been about 5 weeks since you've dated Tsukasa, and life was absolutely great! You didn't know how much of an amazing boyfriend Tsukasa was, you kind of only focused on his chaotic side—

"Hey, are you alright?" Tsukasa gave your hand a light squeeze bringing you back to reality. "Mhm, I'm fine don't worry" giving him one of your signature smile, he was immediately captured. "G-geez.. Do you have to keep looking at me with that cute smile?.."

With nothing to do. You wanted to tease him, I mean you RARELY see him flustered, if you ever shot a flirtt comment he'd return it, no sign of blushing cheeks, malfunctioning nor speech problems

"Mhm, I mean you're the reason why I am always so happy yeah?"

"I know. And I'm glad I'm your source of happines.." He leans down and kisses your forehead

Obviously a fail, the total opposite happened..

"Are your parents gonna come home tonight?"

"Nope, they went on a business trip to Korea, and they'll stay there for a week or two, I'll be home alone for awhile"

He didn't like that. He hated at the thought of you being home alone

"Are you sure you're gonna be alright on your own?"

"Mhm, don't worry Tsu, plus your only 3 houses down from mine" That wasn't enough to convince him, the last time you were left home alone someone tried to break in. And he wasn't gonna take anymore chances. "I mean.. You don't know how to cook right? I can come over—"

"Just say you want to come and stay over it's so obvious you dork—"

"Just shut up, yeah? I'll go cook you something too" You giggled as you hugged his arm. And off you two went to your house, to do who knows what

It's just you, your boyfriend, cooking together and having a sleep over like you used to! Well the change is that Tsukasa is now your boyfriend. What could possibly happen?

"Man, you still suck at Mario Kart?" You cackled almost choking on your food as you watch Tsukasa bump into another wall, he ruffles his hair in frustration and face plants his face onto your bed handing over the controller. You giggled as you heard a faint 'I give up'. You grabbed the controller and continued off his game.

Tsukasa moved his head to face you. You were so focused you didn't even realize him staring. He was mesmerized by your beauty.. He didn't care about the imperfections he sees, you were PERFECT.

He sat up behind you pulled you into a hug as he dug his face onto your neck, you let him be as you tried to win the game he abandoned "Ha, I'm in first place!" Your smiling face turned into a flustered one when you felt Tsukasa kiss your neck. "H-hey, just what do you think your doing?"

He doesn't answer as he keeps peppering your neck with kisses. "T-Tsu.. I'm playing.." Your eyes went back to the tv to focus but with what Tsukasa is doing. It was a bit distracting.

"Put it down.." He grabbed the controller from your hands as he placed it elsewhere. He laid you down as he hovers you. You couldn't escape those Amber eyes staring back down at you, just him staring at you is already making you flustered. "Stop looking at me like that.." He chuckles.

Tsukasa hummed as he held your hands down and continued to kiss your neck. "You smell so sweet... It makes me wanna.." Finding a spot, he bites and sucks onto your skin, leaving a small purplish hickey. "H-haa~ Tsu.. W-wait.." He shuts you up my pressing his lips againsts yours as he deepened it.

He licks your bottom lip for entrance but you refused. His hand mischievously makes its way to your chest as he gave it a little squeeze which made you gasp giving him access.

You and Tsukasa fought for dominance but he won. Tsukasa explored that prettu mouth of yours leaving none untouched. You were started to lose breath which made you pull away. A string of saliva connected between your tongues.

"My~ How messy you have drool on the side of your lips my Love.. ~ He huskily whispers into your ear. "Stop.. Stop teasing.. Me.." You breathed out. Tsukasa chuckled as he slid his knee against a certain area making you let out a sound. "Oh my.. ~ I never knew you could make such a noise.. ~ Now I want to hear it alot more... ~" Tsukasa brought you back into a kiss. It wasn't the warm bubbly sweet kisses at the beginning.

But rather a passionate one. Tsukasa slowly holds your hands and pins them down onto the bed. He licked your bottom lip for entrance as you shyly decline. You were new to this and never really learned how to do it.. I mean you saw it in Mangas and Shows but, ehh.

His hand slowly made its way to your thigh as he gently squeezed it, as you elicit a small gasp as his tongue enters your mouth.

You whimper out shyly as he continues to dominate your mouth. He gently pulls away to ler you breath as he chuckles. "I didn't know you could make such sweet sounds, my dear.. ~"

He leans back down and slowly peppered your neck with kisses. The more he kissed you, the more he fell inlove with you. He couldn't stop kissing your tender and soft lips.

"I love you.. [F/N].."

"I love you too Tsukasa.."

Tsukasa leans back down as he kisses your neck all the way down to your collarbone to your..

Ahh, I'll let your imagination continue the rest ;).

Character.ai taught me that, mhm definitely.

[belethlegwen]

So it's been pointed out on Twitter a billion times already in relation to that first post that men seem much more willing to accept the 'human' nature of any AI interface if it flirts with them/appears to be flirting with them, and it just draws my entire focus to the discourse surrounding "women are too stupid to be on the internet" drama back when there was the first real boom in women on forums, chatrooms, then instagram, facebook, twitter, etc. being approached by "celebrities" and people they admire and getting fished out of thousands of dollars in scams.

It was always framed as these women (and it was *always* women in the initial reports and articles back in the early-mid 00's) being too dumb to see anything as fake and not understanding the difference between reality and fantasy, and it was always presented as a gendered issue despite the growing knowledge throughout the late 00's and the entirety of the 10's that many of the more male-pleasure focused dating websites were artificially inflating the appearance of their female userbase with similar bot/fishing tactics if only to make their product more/still appealing to men.

It is what it's always been: preying on loneliness and the need for human connection. Everyone is, and has always been, susceptible to this, and I genuinely worry about how AI is going to be further used to prey on this and so many other human needs in the future.

Everyone jokes(/is sometimes a little too serious) about "living in a simulation" and it conjures this image of humans plugged into a machine that makes us imagine everything around us, but how long until there's AI in your Teams groupchats for work that's been trained on things that specifically motivate the people you've been grouped with to reduce slacking/time off? How long until half of the people you wind up matching with on dating apps are AI chatbots who you never manage to really get to a point of meeting in person but it keeps you on the app? How long until your social media feeds are replaced not just by an algorithm cherry-picking the posts that keep you the most engaged, but actively generating most of those posts with AI, whether art or random thoughts or fake articles?

[cidnangarlond]

now I'm thinking about this house I lived in for a year and a half ish when I was a kid and it had this awful green carpet and there was the sliding glass door out to the deck I got my first splinter on and it had a walkway to this raised deck area and in the spring and summer we'd inflate our pool and jump in off the deck and my childhood dog got in once and promptly swam to the other side and got back out and when my dad would deflate it we'd let the water rush us out to the chain fence where honeysuckle would grow and we would know then it was summer and how beautiful the sunset was and the fence we shared with our neighbor who had a female dog that wasn't fixed and our dog when he was a puppy tried tunneling underneath the fence to get to her and on the other side of the backyard it sloped down a lot so in the winter we'd sled down it before crashing into a tree or the fence and my sister and I slept in a tent in that backyard but I got scared and went in and she stayed and saw a spider hatch its eggs on it in the moonlight and all these baby spider shadows cascading down that made her scream and run back inside and that kitchen where my dad would cook all the time and I'd scrub the potatoes and my mom would make me my after school snacks and in the summer have sangria in the fridge and I'd be given the sangria soaked fruit as bb king played loud on the stereo and the sidewalk out front where my dad tried to get me to learn to rollerblade but it was a steep sidewalk and I had to bail into the grass before I made it to the road and how I tried and failed to learn how to ride a bike and had a panic attack at my best friend's house because I was so scared being away from home for a night and how in my bedroom I had a bed tent and when my dad was playing with me and my sister I thought he was attacking her for real and got a plastic bat and started hitting him with it and I gave him a bloody nose but he wasn't mad at me because he knew I was just trying to protect my sister and how she and I would play with a balloon in that hallway for ages because we were poor and couldn't afford a lot so we'd make our own fun and how my mom had a seizure for the first time in that house and got diagnosed with epilepsy and my sister had to play nurse to my mom and mother to me and I spent every moment at school worrying about if my mom had a seizure while she was home alone and died and how my parents would argue and my mom would have her chronic migraines and be bedridden for days and my dad would drink god can he drink and god could he yell and it's taken me years to unlearn the inferiority I gained in that house because my parents couldn't be bothered to pretend to care about anything I liked and wanted to show them or talk about it and I always bothering them so I thought shows and movies and everything else was more important than me so I just stopped trying and our cats probably tore up the furniture and I puked on that hideous green carpet after having cherry medicine because it tasted awful and how my favorite white shorts with blue and magenta on them got bleached in the wash and I cried and I broke my arm in that backyard and now so much about that house has changed it's almost like it never was the house I experienced all this in and I didn't have amazing times in that house but I wish I could for just one moment feel that childlike happiness I experienced once in that house again. good god I miss that house. I hate that house. I love that house

[swelling-feeling]

One thing i find kinda amusing, in some way shape or form, is that for a universe im making since childhood, i once added a race of Cat-Clowns that in a way became the most self-indulgent thing i've ever done lmfao

i mean, jesters i already love, have a weakspot for them, cats, love me some kitties and their purrs, thus why Spinel and Maxim can purr in the first place lmfao, not to mention The Witch, and of course the cherry on this cake - These Cat-Clowns also possess inflatability, and what's more, its actually a big thing in their culture

yeah, i wrote lore, and its right under the cut! read if you want i guess lmao

but yeah, a most amusing idea is of Spinel being one of these Cat-Clowns, a Fealltoir

Here's a visual for some Fealltoir individual - they have two forms, one more cuddly and friendly, and the other more sharp and spooky; Since this is the intrigue side blog, we're mostly gonna focus on the former form mentioned rather than the latter, obviously

initial lore

The Fealltoir have many traditions, as well as social and/or societal norms, some more grand, other more amusing - but one would think the following to be some grand tradition, when in reality its just a couples' thing. Obviously there are still things that humans do also, holding hands, keeping eachother close, and the like, yet when agreed upon, often joyfully so, one can practically puff into their female mate, turning her into a balloon - thanks to the Fealltoir's natural elasticity, the females' advanced elasticity and biology, she remaims unharmed, and if anything, she's doing just honky doory. Its not uncommon on any area or city occupied by the Fealltoir, to see one hold unto their female mate's tail as if a string of a balloon, happily humming, chuckling, or simply smiling in glee with their mate as they go on a nice stroll - its often that the female ends up becoming rather big, if not far bigger from the resulting "puff kiss", for its believed that if the female ends up bigger, it means her mate loves her that much. Some become playfully competetive on who loves their female mate more, though ultimately it's all just for amusement. Obviously, one would not want their female mate harmed - though again, dye to their biology, she ends up more than fine - yet if the need arises, she can simple exhale the air from her form, returning to her prime state (with mayby only a need for new clothes). Ultimately, to other species its understandable that this would be an odd practice, but to the Fealltoir, its just another normal affectionate practice. After all, it is known that they enjoy big, round, soft things, and if said thing happens to be / part of their female mate, all the better. A fun note, its often seen that when one's said mate is in that state, they enjoy performing tricks and such on her, balancing, juggling, joking, the works. Its both productive, in a way, as well as a very fun pass time with one's mate. That, and the cuddles are amazing, especially when your beloved's the comfiest bed in the world.

2. Fealltoir Flirting

Some fealltoir have a significant abillity-slash-instinct, that allows them to puff themselves up, even by a wee bit - this ability is used only for courting and amusement, over their methods of intimidation being something far other. Nonetheless, its not unexpected to see a male felltoir puff up their upper body a bit, as if to emulate big muscles, to either grab the attention of a mate, or simply to amuse - same goes for the females, but with puffing up their entire form, just a little bit - most of the focus going to the female felltoir's stomach region, of course. All the same - if you see a female felltoir looking at you with interest, and puffing up her form - it's a sign she's into you, or that she knows you're into her.

3. A Love for Round Things

Funny thing, the Fealltoir - playful, tricky, and fun as their are, living feline jesters in their own right, they seem to share an instinct with Humanity; The adoration and interest in big, round things. Like humans find such things to be better; a bigger beast to give more meat, a bigger mate to mate with, and such - The fealltoir have a simmilar attraction, an adoration with giant rubber balls to balance on, giant round pillows to rest on, and, of course… one turning their female mate into a giant, round balloon. It's very well known at this point - some other races are begining to find these antics normal, as with many other with the fealltoir's characteristics, and with extensive spell-work, or chemistry, alchemy, the like; Others are begining to indulge in the Fealltoir's way of things. Of course, only those on the Fealltoir's homeworld are known to go as far to try to become balloons as well; but it's to be expected as its normal, if not downright encouraged there All the same; It's good to know that Humanity and the Fealltoir can find common ground… in a mayhaps too-expected place, for some.

4. Jestsbane

Jestsbane, a kind of herb which essentially kicks a fealltoir's self-puff ability into overdrive, making them puff up uncontrollably - how fast the process happens depends on how much of jestsbane is applied to the fealltoir Rumor has it, that partners of fealltoirs of other species - and sometimes even just fealltoir couples themselves! - enjoy the use of the herb as a small prank, to fluster and mayhaps embarass the fealltoir, and mayby just get right into the point so the partner's intentions would be loud and clear all the same, such an herb is kind of rare, and yet, it can be still found near where fealltoirs live, as if Fatum himself is being a little shit, daring you to tempt him

~~~

Yes, both genders have the bodily elasticity, gotta make things fair in some aspects to make things make more sense - but obviously, the females have far, and i do mean FAR more elastic bodies, to make things more... fun, y'know?

but yeah, i suppose either way i tried to strike a good middle of Lore that Makes Sense for the world, as well as pure self indulgent shenanigans, for the sake of pure self indulgent shenanigans - a bit of each, despite me trying to avoid the more self indulgent parts in the lore i usually write for that world, since, y'know, dont want people to think im a wretch and all that

but yeah, as i said, Fealltoir!Spinel, cat clown gf, very fun idea lol - not to mention the amusing ideas of trying to vibe with her while using Jestsbane, lol

[meanwhileinstasiville]

Dear Musk, Ashland in not a company town, per se

Clark: A house my grandfather was associated with, because town founding family, and he owned many. Now there's an SNK grocery employee staying there, driving a Latin King colored car she parks prominently out front. A Mexican landscaping team demolished all of the landscaping, mulching it "to be sure" soon after. As it had stood since the 1960s still healthy as planted to match the climate zone. I think maybe it's because a friend tied to one of the more powerful (and related to your industry) families in the region, had visited Greece. Dryads, you know. And being the Danes, Shakespeare's "last bastion of witchcraft" his mom is wont to make potions now and again (the real thing is like baking, and sometimes concoctions).

A door handle at MoC: Market where a single item can run well over seventy dollars, has a broken door handle that has been mended with a loop of bailing wire. They can't come up with the money to fix it, I guess. There's a fabrication plant right here in town, and they have franchises all over Oregon.

A roof that leaks at the Co-op: Another market with financing problems, and one that contains a better restaurant than the hotel downtown, where a meal can run a hundred dollars. 100k and up *before* the inflation surge, on a daily take, same as MoC. (Ashland has like 30k people living in it).

Ashland Library: The giant addition with a roof matching the style of my childhood home, having spent the *entire county budget* in it's construction. As present, I'm seated between someone on the sex offender registry, sitting to my left. A street import for Latin King demoralizing purposes to my right, eating cup-o-noodles at the computer and washing it down with cherry coke, decked out in camo clothes of course. A social anxiety case who resembles my former boss's son (from SNK) breathing heavy and wearing a shirt with a giant eye on it, sitting kitty corner, "oh yeah ese, I'm a giant ojo!" that would seem to say, from an organization renowned for killing first responders. Opposite corner sits an ambiguously asian woman in Eddie Bauer being "helped" staging a conversation with an expy of my old boss (a drug kingpin masquerading as a "white" guy) while sitting in the far corner. Snoring is coming from the vet heavy guy who attempts suicide now and again to get the EMTs to show up and fawn over him, with his "snap-el" bottle of "Thanos" (named Phil, works at SNK while being my former boss's prized liutenant)threat. Any attention is good attention, right? (Ashland is down the road from Medford, the west coast drug production and export hub, and why a Japanese firm *really* bought Harry and David.

Reference Ken Burns: Is milling around, well past retirement age, because he's like the documentary guy in name only, and to make Ashland Library "worthy" of my best friend's family.

Strawberry Lane: Yes, *those* kinds of strawberries, to go with the sex offender who beat a hasty retreat (maybe shoulder surfing what I was typing), where human trafficker extraordinaire acquired *another* of his homes. Some three different ones out on 66 adjacent addresses, and Clark, and South Mountain, and Hargandine some forever ago, also Granite. Arizona later, after scouting (and being run out of there by Native Americans and their spirits) Lake Havasu. Ashland's first church and first bank were founded by his family. And all the cemetery stone was cut by his *female, one of only two in all of North America* relative's stonemasonry. And and, the reason I'm so insistent about Musk is evil, is because this Carnegie Library, added onto with this giant structure, was because of his family's extremely prominent position in the period KKK, and whose membership *also* contained Andrew Carnegie.

Something to do with: A certain 900-odd-years long war with the English. Good Irish, evil Irish, some very terrible things but necessary in light of (then 1500-2000 population super rural Ashland Oregon) growing America's "Other elizabethan shakespearean theater" in the whole United States. Campaign Kennedy made a stop here in the valley because "representing Wexford county" so long ago. And family fortunes took a nosedive after the Kennedy assassination. (we're getting to the company town part)

Another sort of curious situation: Easton Hardy's The Ethical Slut, about polyamory, references a couple with three people while getting one of the names wrong. Celia was indeed a Harry & David heiress. My grandfather was indeed a hermaphrodite and walking aristocrats joke (of whom I'm a sort of clone, and why I react to Telsa the way I do), but it was his *first* wife, who died young, that made the throuple. She married someone like her father Roy, who was also in a throuple (the three even traveled together) with AJ and Virgina Bayless (the family that merged store with Safeway so long ago, and also set down the money to buy the SNK store out of a catalog) of the Bayless family department store chain and sort of precursor to Walmart, from Arizona.

Company town Ashland ok: Ashland was a Dexter's Lab for human trafficking, money laundering (if you could call it that, because the state just used the money; did I mention grandpa was best friends with the chief of police? Yeah, anyway) and mob resort activity that "gifted" Ashland a sort of Golden Gate to The Golden State, park (and WAY out of profile for a community so rural; did I mention we had not one but *two* Olympic swimming pools? One heated, one not. Anyway...) and all-around one-stop shop for setting unwilling guests to "sleep with the fishes" on the way to Grants Pass where the mob used to table meetings. Consider it a sort of layover between Sacramento and Grants Pass during the bootlegging years. As said, family fortunes tanked after Kennedy was assassinated, and coronation of the Latin Kings DBA Chicago as "America's representative city" and who began running Ashland from the shadows in the late 1960s.

When a certain automotive: Wholesaler began to get footing, South African well occupation style. Cars being like water that stunts American lives where there's lack of them. Also linked to Chicago. Anywhere their real estate interests exist, expect to find "Metropolis" like period art deco Chicago architecture and trim. And they grew like a weed, aggressive "acquisition strategy" they call the current CEOs activities, and whose actions are little departure from operating practices dating back to the sixties/seventies.

Ashland lost timber dollars: But they had automotive, and drug production hub down the street, and marijuana tourism written in the books as regular tourism. From rich Californians on drug vacations. Strawberries were still big business around the time of the dotcom boom about town, too.

Ashland lost theater proceeds: Automotive donated, and donated, and donated. And became shareholder of note for securing actors (and housing them), and scripts, and structural renovation where buildings weren't "keeping up with the times". No word on what they were doing with the slush fund in the millions, back when they still had it, as Ashland's owned and operated tourist trap. Collegiates (did I mention we had that, too, a college?)

Ashland's school: For making housewives into teachers became Southern Oregon State College (to be worthy of interests operating in Ashland, then as now with solvency problems and low academic high water line, to say the least) became Southern Oregon University. Worthy in name only (and still regionally regarded as a "party college) of a certain Latin King associated family member's attendance there. And also famous and infamous for campus coed rape problems (now seldom reported but certainly still ongoing because Ashland convened a Campus Public Safety unit). Safety officers selected by Latin King and associates, driving vehicles provided by none other than a certain automotive wholesaler.

And they can't seem to keep: Administrators of any kind on staff; a college presidency like taking lead role in a Batman movie. Suicide suicide.

And yet: Coeds sex work is Ashland's secret not secret, and college is the *reliable way* to keep them flowing in (should mention concentrations of hotels all around Ashland, to the point of being across the street from one another, and a complex of them on "this end" of Medford to soak up some of the prostitution proceeds.

Company because town: A sex shop prostitute outfitter can't go out of business, because it's carried by Eugene. Chocolate shop up the street can't go out of business because automotive family favorite. Car quest. NAPA. Gas stations in blocks (Great grandpa Roy owned most of them way back when, and also all the school busses; see where I'm going with evil and emerald mine based car companies?). Caricature of itself, Ashland has become, because special interest cartel and otherwise are carrying everything out of pocket; theater owned most of the craftman and beyond houses on the historical register, in order to house super-high-caliber actors in the style to which they're accustomed. Some hard times year after year leaving the theater bankrupt. Cartels need sex workers, charitable giving appeals to automotive. There's no there, there, and to the point of literal "Phantom Security" running around, and themselves reminiscent of Homeland Security. Soaking up the wages to stand around where no security cartels couldn't do a better job, could possibly exist. Ashland's theater was among the safest spaces in Oregon. And there's nothing there.

Ashland cannot: Even explain how it manages to be solvent, at all, let alone running deficits as it does without furloughs. And "eme" (ms13) having taken over emergency services (because EMS gets to hear encrypted band civil transmissions), saw *two* additional fire departments commissioned. A total of three. For something like 30,000 citizens without a fire disaster (Oregon has the best firefighters in the world) to show for it.

Ashland's: Twin Plunges Olympic swimming pools were covered up by the Co-op. Ashland's "first real shopping center" was built around Bi-Rite "your local market" now MoC (like eme and also Moctezuma) Oregon regional. Ashland's department store sits next to SNK, which itself sits next to a housing development where my Sicilian great-grandmother's yard used to be. And her family friends are on the lease of where SNK sits. Connecting the Bayless remnant family business and Sicily where no one can see it. Since they themselves do not know. Arab extraction, the brown skin of the Bayless family came from. Sicilians being of Arab Muslim extraction themselves (it makes sense in context). And yeah, they were all about the money laundering. If you could even call it that.

As for me, I'm a clone of my grandfather: Where genders and sexualities and all the fonts of the underworld met. Ashland Irish and Sicilians run out of Los Angeles by the Latin Kings who followed them up here, against British empire interests. And the Swiss with the Irish, too.

I recognize that in Tesla: Apartheid. War with the Boers. An alliance of a lot of kinds of evil around one person with all the good intention in the world. While simultaneously housing literal centuries of generational violence, specific to a place and time Americans know nothing about.

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𝙿𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴

summary : she came to this world undone

pairings : miya osamu x reader

caution warnings : smut, choking, exhibitionism, light food play, oral (female receiving), masturbation (male receiving)

word count : 1.5k

The Japanese Sago Palm, Weeping Fig Tree, Oyster plant, Monstera Deliciosa, Philodendron and Madagascar Dragon tree nestled in the corner of your balcony to feed from the nutrients of a tantalizing mid-afternoon sun. Basking in the heat of a new day as the leaves began to slowly unravel and vainly displayed their viridian leaves for all to admire. The bumble bees gliding across a tangerine atmosphere filled with glittering imprints of concupiscence—luxuriating on the oversized jade fingers of oblivescence as two mortals come together.

You were thankful that Osamu convinced you to rent this silver minka that resided on secluded river banks of the village you lingered eternities in. You were thankful for your abandoned home that gave you security from enticing glares at merlot evenings, because your flesh and impish decadence were only for him to witness. Only Osamu could strip you of the prodigality illusions that infected your apricot brain and bring you back into explicit, rose bronze realities with the flick of his tongue. And in these moments, he brought you down and watched you fall.

You stood bare center under an incalescent sun as deic rings laved over your skin to baptize you in resplendent refined. Pushed into the corner of domesticated forests, you were kept hidden from the neck down from your lucent greenery that coalesced together. Rebirthed leaves of halcyon exhaustion ghosted over your flesh, the sensation reminding you of amative fingers soaked in hypnotic lust piercing and probing against your skin and bones. Between salt stained palms, you cradled a ripe pomegranate that was split halfway down the middle in vertical slices (the smell of the verendus underworld falling in love as a lone goddess begins to blossom). Osamu sat prettily on his knees before you, his eyes coaxed in decadence as the tip of his cherry stain tongue brushed against his thin upper lip, phagomania a sin he couldn’t shed as there have been many a nights his molars scraped then devour your flesh.

Without warning, you tore the pomegranate apart, watching it’s sticky fluids coarse down your body like wine and blood. It seeped, soaked and stained as it dribbled slowly down your skin, the juice tickling your opalescent nerves as it carved cramoisy rivers into you. Osamu waited, his breath thick on your skin as he was a reverie of glossy, sempiternal raptures, his calloused hands secured at the back of your thigh (holding you a little too tight as his hand printed bruises of his obsession into you) while the tip of his tongue rested against your thigh to patiently wait.

You squeezed the pomegranate again, watching the seeds burst then die between your fingertips as it’s juices slipped down your frame. The crimson nectar dripping onto Osamu’s pale skin before falling into puddles beneath your feet; your beloved plants even splashed with diluted jam of a karmic fruit. You observed Osamu’s stares, watching face mold from pleads and desperations to euphoria as warm liquid collected on his tongue. His mauved pupils dilated in foils of pleasure as the hibiscus petals from the far corner of your balcony began to wither and tangle then adhere to the nectar that coaxed his skin. His tongue runs long laps against you, licking the ambrosia and salt from your skin in slow strides until his slime has pierced and embedded into you.

With the other pomegranate slice nestled into your heavenized palm, (the hardened skin of the fruit begins to patronize you, referring to you as a stranger ‘cause you’ll never be deific and archaic) you brushed it against your shoulder and squeezed hard. The juices gushing down like rapid rivers down your arm and blessing you with prelude eros. The warmth cascading down your arm and onto dainty fingertips, dribbling down like harsh rainfall before Osamu caught the nectar with his open mouth, his moans low and triumphant as it reverberated then quaked dramatically.

The rivulets of rich ambrosia hit the back of his throat, slowly drowning in crimson euphorias of a forbidden fruit. The taste seared his tongue with sour obscurities as the taste emitted silver salivas to pool in the caverns of his mouth. The tip of his tongue resting against your middle fingertip, collecting the juices of bruised fruit that endured your volatile violence. Taking your finger into his mouth, he lathed up the rivers of pomegranate nectar as his merlot stained hands met with his hardened cock. His hand rested at his base before tugging it upwards on his shaft, repeating again and again till he found the rhythm that felt of raptures beneath a midnight sun. Osamu moans as your finger pushes down his throat, slipping farther and farther till it rests in his esophagus.

Platinum peach blanketed over them, the addictive smell of rustic fruit and haze of euphoria was how icons evacuated from nude followers that tear on their hangnails to search for abysmal virgins to love. Quite literally, Osamu swayed you to create hell on earth with him because no other immoral nymph can make him feel subversive; no other nymph can split the soil like you could. You stood in the remnants of his deteriorating gleam, watched him scarred and felt his madness. He wouldn’t have it any other way, it was you, it had always been you.

You slipped your fingers out of his mouth as you weakly cusped dying pomegranates in your hands then squeezed the remaining juices. Your fingers dipping into the husk of the fruit that it’s seeds began to spill and adorn your body; some of them falling into the soil of your beloved plants and wondering if you’ll grow cataclysmic garden of Eden that could set the world in a disarray of achroous chemicals and apprehensive knowledge. Sharp inhales and hallowed chests, you steadied your balance with the heave of your heels as you grasped tighter onto the shell of the fruit—Osamu allowing his tongue to lick up your slick and elixirs from your love.

His tongue circled around your clit, tasting the tang that he craved on a diurnal paradise. Flicking the tip of his tongue around your bud, drowning in your soft moans before he plants the surface of his wet muscles against it to add more friction. You watched his jaw slack as he traced long laps across your love, carding your sticky fingers through his hair before gently caressing the contour of his cheekbones and resting against the sides of his face. Your thumbs swaying softly across the layer of skin beneath his eyes, encouraging him to drink you like fountains, as if he can seek immortality in your love. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the insects gnawing at the midnight wine seeds resting in the pots of your plants; followed by Osamu’s pacened hands around his hardened member.

In this moment, you were thankful for the house Osamu convinced you to rent with him as it provided sanctity and seclusion. You were thankful for it’s tall wooden columns that provided shelter, allowing the home to mold into the personal safe haven of floral pleasure that you two shared. You were thankful of how empty the riverbank was and how you can see only green from either side. You thanked your plants as you reached your climax, allowing them to hide your ecstasy as you melted against Osamu’s tongue.

His tongue gathered every juice flowing from you as you seized, your hips shaking in violent rhythms as your high lingered from your love and spread—down your thighs and traveling high into your spine. As you unraveled into rivulets of raptures, Osamu kept his tongue on your clit, swirling your raspberry jam bud in slow clockwise circles. You focused your breathing on the calm, feeling your lungs inflate with aether as you fought the aftershocks of instability and slight exhaustion. Osamu still kept his tongue on your clit even after your orgasm called down, hoping he would rebuild you up to seek another high. His tongue swirling to drink your elixirs whole as they dripped from your love love and bled into the crimson nectar of forbidden fruit.

You felt a burning heat coax your lower calf and ankles, making you sticky with a thick liquid that oozed down your leg slowly; followed by droplets hitting the top of your foot and toes. You peaked down at Osamu whose eyes were half lidded, flesh dusted in a wet peach blush that contrasted with his pale complexion. His eyes dilated from the ecstasy of his release as he stared at your naked frame, his tongue continuing to brush your clit as you grasped his face too tightly with shaken hands. The last thing he hears is your growing moans as they echo into the sky as the remaining nectar from your fingertips carve ancient rivers of wine down his face. Before he closes his eyes to seep further into this pleasure, he witnessed the husk of pomegranates laying lonely in the pots of your plants being devoured by insects.

[johnkrrasinski]

Cherry Pie 🍒

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Pairings: Steve Rogers x female!reader

Word count: 2,181

Warning: SMUT!!!! a lot of sexy times. steve being a horny boyfriend. public sex, fingering, oral sex. (MUST BE 18+) 

Summary: you boyfriend, steve rogers is an insatiable little shit. but you loved it though. 

a/n: this one’s for @nellblazer​‘s “The 80′s Challenge.” i chose the song prompt “cherry pie by warrant” and when i read the lyrics, i immediately knew that i had to write something sexy with steve rogers based on the song.

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South Waren was a peaceful suburban city where most newlyweds migrate to, to start a new beginning, write on a fresh page and build a family life of their own. The tranquil community was one of the most innocuous and amicable districts in America. 

Noiseless and serene; those are the most fitting words to describe the tone of the neighbourhood. Each morning, there would only be the chirping sounds of the birds, joyful giggles of the kids as their parents kiss them goodbye before they leave for school and the sonorous chitchats of the wives as they are going for an early jog. 

But the rules were violated since you and Steve moved to the well-grounded town. 

To say that you were a lovely pair of newlyweds would be an inadequate understatement. You and Steve were practically rabbits. Before you decided to tie the knot, you and Steve dated for two years until Steve surprised you with a stunning diamond ring as he got on his knees. 

To the people that you pass on the streets or the waiters/waitresses that served you at a five stars restaurant, you looked like a normal, lovely couple. But to those who are unfortunate enough to be close enough to you both as friends, that they’d often go on double dates with you or attend major events together or those whom the devils targetted in red underline because they were ill-fated enough to live near you… May the heavens be with them. 

You and Steve just couldn’t get enough of each other. There wasn’t a single day where you could spend more than one hour without leaving subtle touches and vamping glances on each other that would result in you both lying bare on top of each other, bathed in sweat and inebriating euphoria. 

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Thanksgiving last year, you invited Steve to celebrate the day at your parents’ house. On the dinner table, Steve was a refined gentleman, dressed in a plaid blue shirt. He brought a bottle of Beaux Freres Willamette Valley Pinot Noir from 2017 as he charmed the pants off your parents with his courteous manners and judicious words. He’d crack a few witty jokes that would effortlessly elicit laughter out of your sister and your parents. 

But when the midnight lurks and when it was only the two of you in the tiny kingdom that was your childhood room, it was a whole ‘nother story.

Steve had you pinned beneath him doggedly as if you were nothing but a rag doll that he could mend and break whenever he wants. He sealed your moans with his palm as he vehemently pounded into you as you tried so hard to mute your cries, but you couldn’t any longer. Your parents’ room was literally next to yours and you’d be doomed if they heard the sounds of your moans and whimpers due to Steve’s brutal thrusts. 

“Shh, you don’t wanna wake your parents up, do you?”

You felt like he was splitting your body apart with his enormous cock that was relentlessly moving in and out of you. Your brain was cluttered as you felt the tightening coil in your stomach. Your muffled wails grew louder as you held on to Steve’s dishevelled hair with your polished nails leaving fiery scratches down his back. 

“I can feel how tight you are for me. C’mon, cum for me, baby. Cum for me now!” Just a few more deep-seated thrusts and the inflating bubble inside you burst. You were grateful to whatever disappointed God and angels in heaven, watching over you for Steve’s dexterous hand that was still swaddling the noises from your lips because you were practically shrieking and your whole body trembled. Steve kept going until he reached his own release and that’s when he lifted his hand off your mouth too. 

He kissed you passionately, tangling his tongue with yours as he breathed into your parted mouth. Your drop of sweats mingled as your sticky bodies jumbled with each other’s warmth and remnants. He got himself off you then laid next to you in your small twin-sized bed. He pulled you close against his chest and you laid there with your labouring breath beginning to slow down. 

“You just defiled my impeccable, childhood room.”

“We just did, baby.”

“But you coerced me into it.”

“Yeah, but you loved it.”

“I sure did.” 

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You and Steve had this tradition every Friday night with your friends back when you still lived in Brooklyn. You would come to Barton’s Nest; a ramshackle Victorian pub owned by Clint, to have a drink and share a few tales and hilarity of the despair and the discrepancies the week had afflicted each one of you. 

When the night got a little tipsy and you’d had a dozen of alcohol in your system, Steve would excuse you both from the table and drag you to the pub’s lavatory because he just couldn’t contain his deprivation of you any longer. 

Steve loved you whether you were in baggy clothes or when you were dressed like a lady; a silk red dress with cleavage so low and a slit so high that it enervates him on the knees every time you so much as breathe, let alone when you rub your high-heeled foot against his leg.

But Steve loved you the most when you were like this; a petite tank top displaying your lovely shoulders and fitting high-waisted skinny jeans that suit you like a magician with a pair of gloves. You looked casually beautiful and he just felt the mighty urge to take you right there in the bathroom stall. 

You were reclining on your hands against the sink as you threw your head back, your skull nearly hit the mirror, with Steve’s fingers down your pants. Your jeans had been pushed down, pooling around your ankles with your underwear still on as it got ruined with your dampened pussy. 

His fingers deliciously stroked your clit before it moved lower to your opening and intruded your body with their lengths. His skilful fingers scissored your inside as you moaned in pleasure. The lust overclouding your mind, blurring your visions like fog on the mirror. 

“Fuck, Steve…” You could feel your knees wobbling, and if he weren’t standing so close to you, you would’ve collapsed on the floor already. 

“What is it, babygirl? My fingers fucking that cunt good, down there?” As he grazed the spot that erased all the memories and knowledge stored in your brain because it was so tantalizingly precise. 

“So good, yeah…” You uttered breathlessly. You bit your lip, trying to suppress your cries, fearing that someone would walk by and they might hear you. 

But Steve was a reprobate varmint. He couldn’t care any less about people hearing you both or knocking furiously on the door. He didn’t even bother locking the door. When he had you in this misty state, he was going to take his sweet time in toying with your body with whatever creative method he came up with at that moment and he was going to have his fun. 

“Look at me.” With every control you regained over yourself, you opened your eyes to stare at baby blue ones that were a lot darker now; filled with desire and mischievousness. It was hard for you to keep your gaze at him when he was staring at you like this with his fingers unapologetically messaging your heated core, but you knew better than to disobey him. 

“Look at you, you’ve only got a couple of my fingers in that dirty cunt and you’re already this fucked out.” Then he kissed you, only to leave you even more sloven. Tongue taking over your mouth, as if he was marking his territory. 

“I can feel you clenching, babygirl. You can’t help yourself, can you?” 

“I’m- I’m so close, Steve, please…”

“You want to soak my fingers with your cum, is that it?” He teased. 

“Yes, yes, daddy, please.” 

“Go ahead, babygirl. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You didn’t hold back any longer, you squealed in bliss, the adrenaline of fornicating in such a public place ignited your senses. You made a mess all over Steve’s hand as your knees wavered. When you had given Steve all that you had, Steve only smirked maliciously, loving to see you crumble beneath him. It made him feel powerful, like a king who had just claimed victory over a battle. 

“There you go, so fucking messy.” 

When your high started to come down, your hazy sight stared into his delinquent face, as he retreated his fingers out of you and wrapped them around his lips. “So fucking delicious…” His mouth made obscene sounds of enjoying the taste of your release, painting an even more erotic atmosphere in the lavatory. 

You walked hand in hand after that to go back to your mates, pretending as if nothing hadn’t just gone down in the back of the pub. You sat with cum-drenched underwear in your jeans whilst Steve nefariously sipped on his beer and joked like a professional comedian.

Wasn’t the first time he washed his hands and got away with an impious crime.

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A drizzly Sunday evening, splatters of the rainfall clinging to your window; there wasn’t much to do other than being cooped up in your couch in your oversized sweaters and a mug of sweetened hot chocolate. 

The tenuous sounds of the movie playing before you shepherds the individuals before the screen. It had been a week since you and Steve had officially moved in and it took you three days long to set every furniture and embellishment in the right places. 

The ivory couch in the living room was new and clean until you and Steve decided to desecrate that too. 

You threw your head back and laid it against the length of the headrest, with your legs spread wide open, resting them on Steve’s sturdy shoulders. Your fingers massaged his scalp, trying to hold onto him for dear life. 

You were panting rapidly, not even bothering of containing your wails this time. Not when Steve’s face was caged within your thighs. You’d try to escape and lock them together but you couldn’t even if you wanted to anyway. Not when Steve was holding you down rigidly with his hands like this. 

His tongue made lewd noises of lapping your sit hungrily like a famished man. The way his beard would tickle the insides of your thighs made your head spin like an accelerated carousel. Drops of sweat clung to your skin as it fell to your breasts, burning up the temperature in the room, despite the chilly weather. 

Your stimulated sense tried to focus on the program playing before you, but you just couldn’t. You felt dizzy, your lips felt dry and you couldn’t think of anything else but the feel of Steve’s tongue sloppily sucking all the way up from your entrance to your clit. 

“Oh fuck, Steve…” 

Steve paused for a moment to look up at you. You were a salaciously picturesque sight. Covered in sweat, fogged with lust. Your lips were parted with your eyes closed. Your chest was heaving up and down and your breasts were displayed overtly above him. Your cold hard nipples were moistened with his saliva from his previous warmups before he moved to the more sensitive part. 

Steve resumed his violation on your body, as his right hand levitated to your hardened nipple. He groped the globe and pinched your nipple as if it wasn’t stiff enough already. He loved taking you from every possible angle and he loved exploring your body in the most adventurous way.

What can you say? He’s a multitasker. 

He slurped your flowing juices as your body kept producing due to his relentless devouring. He kept swallowing your sweetness until you fell apart. Your shrieks echoed against the walls, as you were engulfed in euphoria. You made a mess on Steve’s mouth but he didn’t mind one bit. 

In fact, he loved it. He loved you raunchy and he loved you nasty. 

“Oh fuck yeah, babygirl. You taste so fucking sweet. Just like cherry pie.” 

After you regained your composure, you opened your eyes and lift your legs off his shoulders. You got up from your seat and switched places with him. As if he had nimbly memorized the cue, he took your spot that was still warm from your butt, as he spread his legs to make room for you who were now on your knees.

You immediately zipped down his pants and pulled it down along with his briefs, just enough to unfetter his throbbing member and let it sprung free in the air. He sat with his arms rested against the length of the headrest where your head was previously placed on, like a king on his cushioned throne.

The imperious look on his face only got you going even more. You licked your lips as you maintained eye contact with his lust-drunken eyes. “Time to return the favour, daddy.”

[buffcontrol]

New Short Story: “Athleticism”

(Female to male bodyswap, race change)

Sora watched with disappointment as all of her friends were accepted to universities on prestigious sports scholarships. She hadn’t received even one letter of admission and time was nearly up — all of her girlfriends had already decided on where they were going. They were all off to schools in Seoul and Busan and a few were even going overseas to study. Meanwhile, Sora had failed so far to get into even her own community college. She was humiliated.

Her grades had never been so good. Throughout senior high school, she had been preoccupied with boys, mostly — shopping to find more attractive dresses, studying makeup tips on Youtube and going on as many dates as she could. She never had the energy to study with the amount of time she spent running out to cafes and practicing her eyeliner in the mirror. It resulted in a boyfriend at least, but even he had kicked her to the curb one he got his admission letter. She was utterly dejected.

If only she had tried a little harder at volleyball, she thought. It wasn’t that difficult. And her friends going to university on athletic scholarships weren’t even that much better than she was. If she had just applied herself, practiced a little more, her grades wouldn’t have mattered and she would be off to university with her boyfriend in tow. But that dream was over: she hadn’t been good enough at volleyball, she hadn’t been smart enough and all she had gotten from her high school career was an expensive wardrobe and some makeup skills.

Maybe she’d end up being an esthetician, she thought. That wouldn’t be so bad… But she felt tears welling up as she longed for the life her friends had. “I wish I was more athletic,” she moaned.

She hadn’t imagined that some cosmic force might have been listening. That fate was ready to intervene. She hadn’t even thought of what she was saying when things started to change.

Sora was lying on her bed and attempting to stifle her tears when she felt a sudden heat swill through her skin. It was like a fever had suddenly loosed from her bones and submerged her whole body. And the sensation began to grow hotter from the base of her slender, white feet.

They were getting bigger. She hadn’t noticed at first, her eyes welled with the residue of her crying, but as she sat up straight and wiped at her face, she saw her toes beginning to expand inside her little pink socks, decorated with flowers and cherry blossoms.

The feeling began to quickly rush up from her feet and over her calves and lower legs. They were expanding, pushing out into lengthier, sturdier limbs as they enlarged over the end of her bed. Soon her new, meaty soles would touch the floor of her room. A sharp pricking revealed the emergence of dark, brown hair slowly beginning to line her entire legs before a set of rough, burly toes ripped from her pink floral socks.

“What’s— what’s happening to… me,” she asked in fear. But the words were hard to remember. It was like her native Korean was becoming more of a second language. “What… this is?”

She clapped a hand to her mouth. The voice didn’t sound like hers. And why was she speaking as if she only knew as much Korean as a foreigner? The fear coursing through her only became more dramatic as she felt the the width of her fingers inflate one by one as they grew thicker and burlier covering the entire width of her face, little knots of hair sprouting around her knuckles and the back of her wrists.

She needed to get up. She needed help, she thought. Something was seriously wrong. She stumbled up from her bed, finding her legs so clumsily long and thick with new muscle she could not operate them properly. She stumbled like a lost bird before toppling to the ground where she watched her legs grow into two overlong hunks of flesh. Even her calves had become radically pronounced and bulbous as if spheres of sheer muscle had been planted inside them, and her thighs were suddenly ripped with wedges and valleys of defined bulk. And they were so wide — they seemed almost double the size of her waist. With a final push out, they desecrated the last of her skirt, leaving her lace panties exposed while hair began to crawl further up her thighs.

Sora could only scream like a little girl, but she found that the voice erupting from her throat was low and gravel-like. Rocky and deep. It was no longer her voice, it was that of a man’s and one that did not belong to her. She covered her round lips with her strapping, wide palms, just to discover even her forearms were growing blocky with muscle. She didn’t even know muscles like that existed. And as it rose around the bones in her arms, stretching and pulling in new directions, she saw her skin was taking on a decidedly lighter tone. It spread from her fingernails and into her plump fingers before racing up her arms: becoming white.

Watching the changes take her body, she was overwhelmed with the tremendous weight possessing her upper arms. Her biceps pushed up so quickly they ripped through her school uniform, shredding the fabric and leaving her embarrassingly exposed. Despite being alone in the room, she sheepishly tried to cover herself up somehow, hide herself from the humiliation of how much of her body was visible. But her arms were such an absurd and lewd size at this point, it was no use; no matter how she adjusted her swelling arms, they revealed a wild thickness and muscle.

Her chest, too, was expanding. She had nice sized breasts — it was always what she received compliments on from boys — but the weight accumulating in her upper body was different from before. It popped the last buttons of her uniform and revealed her pink bra beneath where she found the bouncy flesh of her chest replaced with broad sinews of strength. Her nipples shrank and centered into a symmetrical face.

And across her new broad chest came a quickly encroaching layer of light hair. She cried out again, her voice even more masculine than before, as she desperately tried to swipe away at the new hair. It only grew thicker as she itched at it in place.

Her neck grew wider as her spine readjusted to fit her strange new height. Her countenance was changing too, she could feel her mouth getting wider and her lips thickening into a straighter, more square shape. Her petite, button like nose became broad and demanding as the nasal tissue stiffened, and her brow dropped and dug toward the lower half of her face. In her closet mirror, she watched as her jaw became rectangular and cut with the appearance of facial hair that immediately sickened her with disgust. Her small and delicate face was gone: staring back at her was a freakish foreigner bodybuilder. Finally, her long black haircut shriveled up into a tight brown crop as her eyelids unfolded and the muscles across her face realigned. She tried to think of how to say help in Korean — the word was totally vanished from her mind. Instead was a different word which echoed around with a startling familiarity. “Hilfe!” she sobbed. Tears bobbed down her big, boyish face. “Hilf mir!”

Cowering and beginning to cry in horror at what had happened to her, she awkwardly stood and walked in her usual dainty fashion toward the mirror. She had trained herself to walk with her hips, one foot in front of the other, which looked horribly ridiculous in the six foot four frame of this man she had come to inhabit. She’d been a whole foot shorter before.

“Ew…” she muttered, examining the hair stricken across her handsome face. And that was before she noticed the sudden musky smell of sweat move up from her exposed armpits. When she looked down to examine them, she nearly jumped in horror at the amount of wiry hair springing from them.

“This can’t be me…” she said, “this can’t be happening.” It wasn’t until she had finished speaking in her dumb, bro-like voice that she realized none of the words parting her lips were in Korean. What language was it? The words were masculine and brutish -- and she realized, she was speaking German. She panicked as she tried to find any Korean words in her brain and only a horrendously pronounced “annyeonghaseyo” spittled out.

As she was pulling on the features of her face, cringing at the horrible scent of man spiraling up from her, she felt a sudden transformation in the heat in her body. It began to concentrate all at one point, just beneath her stomach, punctuated with a stiff valley of abdominal muscles. The feeling was just beneath it, hotter than before, as if she was incinerating right there. At the crotch.

She stared into the mirror and watched as her lace panties quickly began to fill with the round head of a tremendous white cock. She nearly screamed again, except for that  as she opened har mouth to, the sensation was flushed with extraordinary pleasure. She felt all of her sexual organs push into a new shape as they seemed to exit her body and manifest in the sensitive rod of her new genitals. And they kept expanding until the lace panties were so stretched with flesh she thought they would rip too. Balls descended from her, also scattered with hair, and she felt an entirely new sensation as blood rushed into this strange, massive thing between her thick highs which shot up straight. She was hard as fuck. Her dick finally popped up from the base as an intimidating 10 inch monster against her obliques.

Sora looked into the mirror with shock. She had become truly athletic. She thought: I got what I wanted. The feeling of accepting this truth was unlike anything she had ever felt as her two slabs of pectoral muscle overworked her little pink bra and her new cock throbbed against the bottom of her panties. She moaned: her voice still inflected with a feminine tone as her cry of pleasure came out more like a woman’s whine. She was overwhelmed, but she knew she had to do something with all of this pleasure.

She threw herself on her bed and desperately began to work her cock. It was intuitive: up and down with her hand. She fingered her nipples with her free hand and pressed her pecs together as if they were still made from the breast tissue she had possessed before. She had loved having her breasts played with during sex: this was altogether a different feeling, but the sensitivity radiating in her nipples was enough to make her buck in place. It was a strange feeling, she thought, the pleasure was so much stronger and stranger. As she moaned and squirmed on the bed, her sprawling back and thick, firm ass slicked with sweat, an incredible intensity seized her unlike anything she had ever felt before. For a moment, she was horrified, she thought she might die as her cock suddenly exploded with semen. She was coated in it: with no idea how to control her ejaculation, her cute pink sheets and her 

Weeping in a bizarre guilt and terror, she found the only thing in her closet that would fit her: a baggy dress she had thought was once stylishly oversized. The dress that had been large on her small body now bunched up at her huge chest, so tight her new arms split a seem. Her enormous dick and balls gorged on the material and were totally visible through the white clothes as she marched downstairs for help.

Her family was preparing for dinner. They gasped and screamed as a lumbering German man appeared, crying in a feminine tone at odds with its bovine pitch: “Was ist mit mir passiert? Was ist mit mir passiert?!”

Her family had been shocked by the transformation, but not entirely surprised. Once they had worked out what had ahppened, they said this kind of thing had occurred in their family before, ancestors previously randomly taken by the power of a misplaced wish. Accepting their daughter’s fate, they began to help Sora adjust to her new life. It was extraordinarily difficult with the new language barrier — Sora had to relearn Korean from the ground up and could only express the most basic of desires. Her father had to teach her how to properly wash beneath her balls after she had showed up to breakfast one morning disgusting with musk. Shaving had been a nightmare. She could hardly figure it out, and after not too long she gave up on getting rid of her body hair. She surrendered to the tangle of pit hair and curls across her chest and groin, though she continued to try and lop at the patches of masculine hair on her face. And though it had taken her a great deal of practice, at least she no longer had to sit to piss on the toilet anymore, she had figured out how to pee standing up. She was slowly figuring out how to adapt to this new world.

Wrecked with shame and embarrassment at her ridiculous new form, she was most disgusted to discover how often her new body needed release. Every morning she woke up in the too-small girly pajamas she insisted on wearing with her titanic dick raging and desperate to cum. Her attempts to ignore her new sex drive were in vain: if she neglected her dick for too long, it began getting hard at any moment and leaking with pre-cum.  She couldn’t believe this is what men had to put up with, and twice daily she woefully turned her attention to masturbating, clumsily whacking her dick around until it finally came and surrendered for a time being.

But the one thing that hadn’t changed was her desire for men. Now, only she had to cater to a different crowd. She had wondered at first if the change might make her into a straight man, but she found she was now even more desperate for male attention. She was wildly lonely, only having her teddy-bear for company. The same bear she’d had since she was a child.

Her desire for a man only increased as time went on. She could hardly take the shocked stares she received from other Koreans when she went out in public -- she wanted to scream “I’m the same as you!” despite knowing she was not at all -- but she desperately needed to find someone to give her what she needed. Occasionally, she’d notice other men ogling her body, watching her closely as her girly walk shook her hips and ass as she awkwardly tried to move. 

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she looked up the closest gay bar. She went by herself, sneaking out after her parents went to sleep, and wandered in with her feminine canter and shyness as she blushed and kept her head down. But all eyes were on her. When finally a handsome foreigner came up to her and asked her if she wanted to go home with him, she realized at last why she had wanted to become athletic. As he sucked her dick in his dirty, tiny apartment, she felt an unbelievable pleasure for the first time. She thought, this is why I wanted to be athletic. 

She came with an obscene geyser of cum into the foreigner’s mouth, and she thought that maybe this had been a blessing all along. 

[capriccio-con-espressione]

(SuperM)ile High Club

Genre: Smut (just as the title suggests)

Warning: Sub!SuperM, Dom!Reader, Plane sex (like isn’t the title obvious enough), Pegging, Spanking, Fingering (male receiving), Oral sex (male+female receiving), Degradation, Food play, Cum play, Gagging, Blindfold,  Bondage/Shibari

A/N:

That SuperM airline video got me so mf horny so down below is my aircraft kinky wishlist for each individual member. Most of the scenarios are correspondent with the portrayals/lyrics in the video, so fellow kinksters pls make sure to watch the God blessed vid beforehand to get the reference.

And thanks to lovely @submissive-bangtan​ for reassuring me that I am not the only one here salivating after banging those seven “toys”😏

(Credit: sefuns)

Baekhyun: 

Slam his face into that window and fuck him right against it while kneeling on that big comfy first-class seat, whispering "we got to fly high baby" seductively into his ear as he moans his lungs out, to the extent you might want to stuff either your fingers or the pillow to turn down his volume a little, but that only turns him on even shamelessly more. In the end, make sure to smear his cum on that pillow and make him hold that drool and cum stained thing until the end of your flight.

(Credit: fivegems)

Taemin: 

Blindfold him and tie his hands behind the seat with his slender waist secured to it by the seat belt. Then tease or whip his inner thighs, lower abdomen and the other erogenous spots with a makeshift whip made from twists and knots from the airline blanket. Thumb and index finger tweaking his balls or pinching his taint with other fingers hitting his prostate, all the while still whipping him with the blanket is a must.

(Credit: kaibaekworld)

Kai: 

That guy suits caramel and popcorn and deserves to be eaten off with them. Secure his wrists to the arm rests and take your time savoring him as he moans and writhes under your tongue work, and the way his abs flexes will be pure aesthetic. First nibble his neck, then graze some popcorn on his nipple, and eventually sucking him off and fondling his balls. After he cums, mix it with some sticky sweet popcorn residue and make him taste himself.

Taeyong: 

He definitely craves some rough fucking in the narrow lavatory to feel more restrained plus the semi-exhibitionist thrill, with the clear reflection of his fucked out face in the mirror as the cherry on top. You can degrade him as much as you want, slapping his ass and telling him "I'll give you what you need, slut." He might get so carried away that he begins pumping his dick (just like the way he held the controller in the vid) but soon gets caught and receives a few denied orgasms as punishment, then forced to kneel on the dirty floor like the dirty whore he is to eat you out until you cum, before he's finally granted the permission to climax.

(Credit: nctmentary)

Ten: 

Him with an oxygen mask just makes me think of him with a gag ball. It will be such a pretty image to see him kneeling on the seat with his frontside pressed to the back of it, his wrists cuffed behind it, begging in muffled moans as he sways his dancer hips to seduce you to fuck him. You can relish the sight of him getting turned on by every thrust you make even more by spreading his legs even wider once in a while. Initially, his knees will both be on the cushion, then they go rest on the armrests, finally, one of them will be propped up high on the chair as he allows you more access.

(Credit: yukhellno)

Lucas: 

Him in the lifevest but extra adorned in matching yellow shibari ropes, rendering him in the kneeling hogtie position, while he is gagged by the red tube, then edge the hell out of him, spanking him if he gets too loud, accidentally slipping the tube out of his mouth, or generally just squirms too much. Big baby will be a panting drooling mess due to desperation, and is bound to blow lots of air into the vest and make him feel more tightened and restrained. And you can tease him like "Let's see if your cock can get as much inflated and big as the vest."

(Too bad we didn’t get to see him demonstrating in the life vest himself)

(Credit: mrkslee)

Mark: 

He should be punished for slipping his phone in the slot of the seat as shown in the video since it causes you so much trouble, so you have to fuck the carelessness out of him. His big puppy doe eyes, while you're fucking his mouth, are something to die for. Then bend him over, pressing his head against the cushion as you make him apologize and promise he will be careful next time while pounding into him ruthlessly until he’s a teary whiny mess. After freeing the device while he's still fucked out, you tell him with a sadistic smirk, "Enjoy your flight, your holes are tight."

Afterword:

Goodbye, I should enter the realms of Hell now *dies*

[aliveandfullofjoy]

Trivia: Oscar Winners 2019!

Parasite is the first ever non-English language film to win Best Picture (and it is so richly deserved).

Let’s actually knock a bunch of Parasite stats out of the way now, because there are a lot.

Parasite is the first film to win both Best Picture and the Palme d’Or at the Cannes Film Festival since Marty in 1955. 

With his Best Director win, Bong Joon-ho is the second person to win that award for a film not in the English language. The first was Alfonso Cuarón, for last year’s Roma. By that same token, this is the second year in a row that Best Director and Best Foreign Language/International Feature Film have gone to the same film.

Parasite is the first South Korean film to be nominated in Best International Feature. 

Parasite is the fourth non-English language film to win Best Original Screenplay, joining The Red Balloon (1956, French), A Man and a Woman (1966, French), and Talk to Her (2002, Spanish). Of the non-English language winners, Parasite is the first non-European film with this distinction. 

Parasite is the twelfth Best Picture winner with no acting nominations, joining Slumdog Millionaire (2008), The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003), Braveheart (1995), The Last Emperor (1987), Gigi (1958), Around the World in 80 Days (1956), The Greatest Show on Earth (1952), An American in Paris (1951), Grand Hotel (1932), All Quiet on the Western Front (1930), and Wings (1928). 

Bong Joon-ho is the second Asian winner of Best Director, following Ang Lee (who won in 2005 for Brokeback Mountain and in 2012 for Life of Pi). 

Kwak Sin-ae is the first woman of color to win Best Picture.

Parasite is the first film to win Best Director without a nomination in Best Cinematography since The Departed (2006). 

Parasite is the eighth Best Picture winner since the Best Picture expansion in 2009 to be directed by someone who had never directed an Oscar-nominated film before: Kathryn Bigelow (The Hurt Locker), Tom Hooper (The King’s Speech), Michel Hazanavicius (The Artist), Steve McQueen (12 Years a Slave), Barry Jenkins (Moonlight), Peter Farrelly (Green Book), and Bong Joon-ho (Parasite) all had their first nominated film be crowned that year’s Best Picture. 

Unadjusted for inflation, Joker has surpassed Forrest Gump as the highest-grossing film to win Best Actor. It is also the highest grossing film (unadjusted) to win any acting category, ironically surpassing The Dark Knight. 

Jonathan Pryce (The Two Popes) is the first actor in an Anthony McCarten script to lose Best Actor. The last three scripts that McCarten has written that received nominations were Bohemian Rhapsody (2018), Darkest Hour (2017), and The Theory of Everything (2014), all of which won Best Actor. 

Martin Scorsese has become the first director to receive the dubious distinction of having a film go zero-for-ten at the Oscars. Both Gangs of New York (2002) and The Irishman (2019) received ten nominations and won nothing. 

Matthew A. Cherry and Karen Rupert Toliver (Hair Love) are the second and third Black winners of Best Animated Short. The first was Kobe Bryant, who won for Dear Basketball in 2017. Cherry is the second former professional athlete to win an Oscar in any category, joining Bryant. Toliver is the first Black woman to win Animated Short. 

1917 is only the second film to win both the Producers Guild Award (PGA) and the Directors Guild Award (DGA) and to not win a single above-the-line Oscar. The other film was Apollo 13 (1995). 

Similarly, 1917 is only the third film to win PGA, DGA, and BAFTA and still lose Best Picture. The others with this distinction are La La Land (2016) and Brokeback Mountain (2005). It’s worth noting that those two films did what 1917 was unable to do: win Best Director. 

Hildur Guðnadóttir is the first woman to win Best Score since Anne Dudley (The Full Monty, 1997), and is only the fourth woman to ever win the award, following Rachel Portman (Emma, 1996) and Marilyn Bergman (Yentl, 1983). She is also the first ever Oscar winner from Iceland. 

Between all of the actors who have ever won multiple acting Oscars, all but three have won at least one of their awards for Best Picture nominees. The three who have not are Peter Ustinov (Spartacus, 1960, and Topkapi, 1964), Maggie Smith (The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, 1969, and California Suite, 1978), and now Renée Zellweger (Cold Mountain, 2003, and Judy, 2019). 

With Joaquin Phoenix’s Best Actor win, the Joker becomes the second fictional character to win multiple Oscars (Heath Ledger also won for the role in 2008′s The Dark Knight). The only other role to achieve this is Vito Corleone (Marlon Brando won Best Actor for this role in 1972′s The Godfather and Robert De Niro won Best Supporting Actor for this role in 1974′s The Godfather, Part II). Interestingly, both of these roles have won in both Leading and Supporting. 

With his acting win for Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Brad Pitt is only the third person ever to win Best Picture and an acting Oscar. The others are George Clooney (Best Supporting Actor winner for 2005′s Syriana and Best Picture winner for 2012′s Argo) and Michael Douglas (Best Picture winner for 1975′s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and Best Actor winner for 1987′s Wall Street). 

Toy Story 4 is Pixar’s tenth win in the Best Animated Feature category. It is only the second sequel to ever win the award -- the first was, funnily enough, Toy Story 3 (2010). 

For the third year in a row, the top three films in the Toronto International Film Festival Audience Award have won at least one oscar: in 2017, the top three were Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, I, Tonya, and Call Me by Your Name; in 2018, they were Green Book, If Beale Street Could Talk, and Roma; and in 2019, they were Jojo Rabbit, Marriage Story, and Parasite.

Sam Mendes (1917) is the first director to win the DGA, BAFTA, and Golden Globe and lose the Oscar since Ang Lee (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon) in 2000. 

After Cate Blanchett’s performance of Katharine Hepburn in The Aviator (2004), Renée Zellweger (Judy) is only the second actress to win an Oscar for playing an Oscar winner. This might not be everyone’s opinion, though, since the real Judy Garland only ever won a non-competitive Juvenile Oscar. 

1917 is the first historical war film to win Best Visual Effects since Tora! Tora! Tora! (1970). 

With his win for Best Song, Elton John becomes the fourth LGBTQ+ person to win that category this decade, joining Sam Smith (2015), Benj Pasek (2016), and Lady Gaga (2018).

Taika Waititi (Jojo Rabbit) is the first indigenous person to win a Screenplay Oscar. He is the second New Zealander to win, after the writing team of Peter Jackson, Philippa Boyens, and Fran Walsh (The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King, 2003). 

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood’s Barbara Ling and Nancy Haigh are the first female duo to win Best Production Design in Oscar history. 

Kazu Hiro (Bombshell) is the first Asian artist to win Best Makeup and Hairstyling twice. He previously won in 2017 for Darkest Hour. 

Weirdly enough, here’s a trend that held true the entire decade of the 2010s: the Best Picture winner was never among the top three domestic grossing of films of the nominees. 2019′s highest grossing nominees were Joker, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, and 1917. At the time of the ceremony, Parasite was sixth with a domestic gross of $35 million. Below are the rest of the decade’s highest grossers and winners.

2018: Black Panther, A Star is Born, and Bohemian Rhapsody (Green Book won);

2017: Dunkirk, Get Out, and The Post (The Shape of Water won);

2016: Hidden Figures, La La Land, and Arrival (Moonlight won);

2015: The Martian, The Revenant, and Mad Max: Fury Road (Spotlight won);

2014: American Sniper, The Imitation Game, and The Grand Budapest Hotel (Birdman won);

2013: Gravity, Captain Phillips, and American Hustle (12 Years a Slave won);

2012: Lincoln, Django Unchained, and Les Misérables (Argo won);

2011: The Help, Moneyball, and War Horse (The Artist won);

2010: Toy Story 3, Inception, and True Grit (The King’s Speech won).

[neoangelic]

Don’t Need Your Love

➳ an nct dream series

After a horrible first love experience, Yang Ahn joins the Don’t Need Your Love club via invitation. Things don’t turn out the way they were supposed to. 

➳ a story of not-so-romance featuring: the coolest club on campus, the meaning of unrequited, teenagers, best friends, heartbreak, healing, first loves, and new ones. 

➳ masterlist 

➳ note: female oc, multiple pairings, ot7 dream, not saying anything more bc spoilers!

➳ word count: 2235

DNYL. A four-letter word—if you would even call it a word. DNYL: four letters that defined the rest of my youth. Four letters that changed my perspective of quite a few other four-letter words. These four consonants brought together a broken band of romance misfits, the love-lost and the lovelorn, and I was the unfortunate latter.

A scoff dared to spill from my lips when I heard Harvey’s voice crackle over the loudspeaker. It wasn’t abnormal for clubs to advertise themselves via intercom, but those were your usual clubs: basketball, taekwondo, art, math, and such. It started off one of those usual announcements at first, but his next words turned everything around.

“The coolest club on campus: DNYL—”

Such a declarative statement. It stopped me in my tracks on the way to homeroom.

“—Don’t Need Your Love.”

And like the rest of the student body, his audacious proposal of a club nearly made me laugh. Harvey was a sweet exchange student from the United Kingdom. A gregarious boy with a knack for gathering people’s interest. This stunt was no exception. Like the rest of Neo Culture Tech’s teenager-filled population, he droned on about relationships, though he spoke of the broken kind. 

Since I had no relation to such types of relationship, I let his voice fade into the background of chattering students and teachers ushering them off to class. At this point, all I paid attention to was the scuff on my Mary Janes as I walked and the way the spine of my notebooks sat uncomfortably against my bicep. My grip on them grew tighter as bits and pieces of Harvey’s speech were growing harder to suppress. Intrusive thoughts crawled its way into my mind. A whisper of an unforgotten forgotten name. Ghosts of conversations in a foreign language. A face began to form in my memory. One with cat-like, sharp eyes. Before my fingertips could come into contact with the cool metal of the doorknob in front of me and snap me out of my thoughts—something else did.  

“Do you feel down from all this unrequited love?” 

Do you feel down from all this unrequited love? Was that even a question?

I finally let a chuckle past my lips, once again turning my attention towards the scuff mark on my shoe, once again letting the name of first love to be forgotten and remembering that I had a class to attend.

“What’s so funny?”

“Lee Jeno, Jesus Christ,” my shoulders jumped to my ears. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“You looked dumb standing like that,” he gestured to my hand that floated above the doorknob.

“Are you trying to act like Hyuck-oppa��by insulting me?”

“Well as your new best friend, I need to fill the void that Haechan left in our Ahn-ah’s heart.”

“You say that like he’s dead.”

“Yeah, dead to you.”

“Only sometimes,” I roll my eyes. “He’ll be back in one more month and I never said anything about you being my new best friend.”

He pouts, like a puppy. “Well haven’t I done a good job of taking care of you while he’s gone? You did post on your insta story about best friend applications being open and I remember sending you a resume that I don’t think you ever read. He’s been gone since like the beginning of last school year—”

Jeno continued to ramble on with loud hand gestures. It was odd to know that this was the boy I was introduced to during freshman year of high school. His features have grown to become more chiseled and—due to his resolution of ‘becoming fit’ over the summer—I couldn’t help but notice the outlines of muscle through his school uniform. Still retaining his puppy-like features, puberty didn’t steal away his cuteness just yet. The Lee Donghyuck he currently was ranting about was my best friend of now four years. I concluded that his one-sided competition for Donghyuck’s role as my best friend was his little way of reminiscing the devilish boy. Although, he’d never admit that he missed him. Neither would I.

Donghyuck was the funniest boy I ever met. He was like the sun at its brightest as it shone through a stormy day. His reactions were exaggerated and animated and he never failed at catching every opportunity for a quick-witted remark against me. But my favorite part about him was when he made jokes with a straight face. Sometimes I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not. He breathed life into my gloomy 7th-grade self. But I don’t think I could forgive him for not metaphorically holding my hand throughout first year. He had to leave Korea a quarter through the first semester because his parents won a trip to Canada. And I get it. Canada was a great place to be, but he failed to inform me that his trip would last about a year. Before he left, he introduced me to Jeno and told me that we would get along splendidly. 

In the words of my best friend; ‘you’d be too much of a loner while I’m gone, so I bestow this pity gift on you.’ 

Not to mention, our first meeting was hilarious. 

He was right. I missed him like the moon missed the sun in the cold night sky.

Luckily, Jeno and I had more in common than I thought and maybe Donghyuck knew that. Maybe that was why he introduced us. He always had an eye for such things. 

The first thing I said made him choke on his milk and flush cherry. Let’s just say I recognized him from an old advert he did as a child actor, featuring the said drink he choked on. The Lee Jeno I first got to know was awkward and shy, never without his crescent-crinkled eyes, a bashful smile, and fingers pulling on a hoodie string. The Lee Jeno that stood in front of me was wide-eyed, broad-shouldered, and confident as ever. 

He grew up a lot.

Don’t ever tell him this (lest you want his ego to inflate) but I really admired him for that. 

“—in conclusion, who was there for that whole fiasco? Not Haechan. What did he ever do? Facetime you every day? Pff I bought you ice cream. Now that’s a real friendship. You didn’t see him flying over from Canada to comfort you, did you? Maybe he was whisked away by a Canadian babe or hunk—”

“You got me my least favorite flavor,” I remarked.

“Ahn-ah,” he whined. “Give me some credit.”

“Tough love. If you wanna be Donghyuck try to be more annoying. He’d never greet me like that.”

“Oh yeah? And how would he have greeted you?” Jeno leaned forward to meet me eye level as if challenging me. Regret flashed in his eyes as I promptly jumped up to put him in a headlock, messing up his perfectly combed hair with my free hand.

“Aw isn’t our Jeno-oppa so grown up?” I pout, pulling and pinching at his cheeks. “Every morning that I see you, you seem to get taller. What am I going to do with you?”

He scrunched his nose in disgust, furrowing his brows. “I think I have cooties now.”

“That’s the spirit. Now keep that up and you’re on your way—maybe—to be just like Hyuckie.”

“The absolute disrespect you’re giving him while he’s gone, calling someone older than you so casually” he scoffs, wrestling his head out of my grasp. “How has he had this much influence on you while he’s gone?”

“Well—”

“Lee. Yang. I don’t suppose you’d want to be late for my class while having a lovers quarrel, don’t you?”

I push Jeno away from me and bowed, flustered. “Sorry, saem.”

“Saem-nim,” Jeno clicked his tongue at my rough gesture, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think I could think of her romantically even if I was paid five million won.”

Mr. Song tapped his knuckles against the boy’s head. “Be nice to girls, Jeno. I was joking. I guess you finally found another boy to bully, Ahn?”

“In my defense, sir, the last boy was the one who bullied me.”

“Pfft—”

“I liked you better with the other boy you were friends with, yes. Why don’t I see him with you anymore? You seemed to cause a lot less trouble with—”

Jeno swung the door open. “I think we should get to our seats, Ahn-ah. I’m sorry about the trouble Mr. Song.” His hands clasped around my shoulders and ushered me into the classroom, another scuff to probably form as I tried to not trip over my own feet or drop my books. He shoved me toward my seat.

“Hey—”

“Shh,” he shot an annoying smile at my irritation. “Class is starting.”

“Rude. I think Donghyuck got to you too,” I grumble, sinking my face into the palm of my hand as my notebooks lay in disarray on my desk. It was unfortunate that our homeroom teacher was nice. He let Jeno sit next to me.

“I’ll call attendance now.” 

My unfortunate seatmate leaned closer toward me. I inched away, rolling my eyes as he whispered.

“So… does that make me better BFF material?” His eyes disappeared into crescents as he prodded me with is a pencil, chuckling deviously. I slapped his hand away.

“You’re still not as funny as him.”

“What the hell—”

“H-here.”

“Lee, Jeno?” Mr. Song stared at the black-haired boy with a raised eyebrow.

To which he coughed loudly to cover up his expletive.

And aside from Harvey’s little announcement that morning, the rest of the day went on without a hitch. Soon enough, Monday turned into Tuesday, which morphed into Wednesday and bumped into Thursday. All the “day”s seemed the same. Monotonous. The only thing that was different was the slowly shifting breeze and the changing colors of the leaves of plants and trees. The autumn scenery was finally settling in.

And you know what they say about autumn.

It was a fitting season for the boy in front of me. A season of endings and changes—amongst all the other autumn things. 

“Why are you tearing them down?” I caught a piece of paper that fluttered down the stairway. It had been a while since I spoke English, the language strange on my tongue. “They’re cute.”

Harvey turned around and flashed a tight-lipped smile. He shook his head with a disappointed exhale. “Quite frankly, the whole thing was a bust.” His hand reached for another DNYL poster, one of many that scattered the walls of this place.

I picked up some rogue posters that fell onto the steps, approaching the foreign boy. I wasn’t lying about the posters being cute. They were handmade and created with color and illustration, the words written in an aesthetic way. Though, I didn’t mind to read them. 

“Why’d you make the club in the first place?”

“I guess I’ve just seen those people around campus who’ve just been so unhappy,” he said. “It felt horrible knowing that there was nothing I could do to help but I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, if I created a safe haven away from that heartbreak, then nobody would feel lonely enough to cry their heart out. Have you ever had the feeling of wanting to start something beautiful?” Harvey’s eyes were green and genuine. The golden light from the window was filtered through leaves, creating a taste of a nostalgic, bittersweet what-if. 

“Once,” I answered, a feeling pulling at my chest. An urge. A remembrance of what was and what could have been. There was a wish for warmth, even soaked in the honey glow of the sun. Longing. For new beginnings. 

Who hasn’t felt the wish for something to ignite?

For something to explode.

For undreamt dreams to just come true.

“I guess I also wanted to leave a small legacy before I leave. I need to go back home pretty soon.” A solemn sigh left Harvey once again as he stared down at one of his white posters. A pitiful silence hung in the air, dust fairies dancing and floating around us, falling and disappearing away from the light.

“Maybe you just need to find your targeted audience,” the words didn’t mean to come out of my lips, but they did anyway. “NCT is a highschool where teenage romance never sleeps. You’d be best off finding some outliers—y’know like the people you mentioned.”

“The ones I’ve seen around campus?”

“Yeah. Those who have been dumped, had a bad breakup, dealing with a broken heart… isn’t that what you said this club was for?”

“I wouldn’t suppose you’re one of those outliers?” He called out.

I looked behind at Harvey and the colorful papers that stuck out from his arms and his backpack. I looked at the empty walls and the tape that he wasn’t able to scrape off and half torn stickers that spelled ‘DN’. I look at him and smile without meaning to.

“If this is truly the coolest club on campus, then send a message my way.

“I don't have your number.”

“Who said you needed to text me to communicate? Send me something interesting—something special. I wanna feel like I’m being invited to the Phantom’s masquerade,” I turned away, biting at the inside of my cheek. My next words came at a frightening decrescendo as I realized what I was getting myself into. “If you find that I’m suited for your club…surprise me.

<< recruiting now | masterlist | boys are never worth it >>

footnotes -

saem: a shortened word for ‘seongsaeng-nim’ or teacher.

oppa: well, I think we all know this one but I mostly use it to signify respect or difference of age

[lanamemories]

hLO itsa me nai-io!!!!! (read shrieked in a high voice like mario if he buckled his dungarees too tight around the crotch)...... im sad i missed opening bt i had a pretty busy past 2 days so i didn’t hav any chance at all to b online bc i ws staying at a friends bt. anyway. excited to b here nw regardless of my Fashionably Late entrance. i’m 22 n live in manchester (the u freakin k Bay Bee) n cackle a little too mch like a witch fr supernatural suspicions nt to arise. thts all u rly need to kno. like this or hmu fr plots!! 

p.s. this is her pinterest for those of u tht like tht kind of thing

「 bridget satterlee. cis-female. 」have you seen lana jameson around yet? i hear SHE decided to be in ALPHA NU for their JUNIOR year as a DANCE major. the 21 year old SHEEP is known to be vivacious, alluring, childish and impulsive. ➨ the muse is written by nai. she is 22, in the gmt.

some random aesthetics: a red water pistol topped up with caribbean rum and covered in stickers of cartoon pin up girls, a vinyl record whirring silently because you got too distracted by a stranger’s hands to reach over and flip sides, giant inflatable flamingos floating in the aftermath of a pool party, smudgy lipstick kisses left like an autograph on someone else’s mirror, seventies platforms covered in bowie inspired lightening stripes, fanning the flush in your cheeks with a bright red flamenco fan in the back of a crowded lecture hall, michelangelo reminiscent statures clasping at their stone in suggestive places, bopping stranger’s on the forehead with heart shaped lollipops, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, lighting a paper lantern and saying “aw, how pretty,” only for the whole party to shriek as it crashes into a children’s tent in the next garden over, a ball point pen that turns a woman naked when you click up the nib, cackling so ferociously that you almost throw up and your ribs ache.

ok im a Lay Zee gorl n dnt wna waste any mre time redoin lana’s intro so im pastin in her old one so i cn hop right to interactions. the only thing i can think tht needs to b added is the stuff abt danny nielsen (an evil npc of mine bc im a sadist) who recently beat up zeke van doren (full name this is Official feel like im writin a journalist article) bc he found out him n lana slept tgether n her n danny were kind of dating if....u can call his idea of romance tht. danny is in custody nw bt its a whole Thing like.... is prob... known around lockwood bc it ws a pretty intense..... thing tht happened n danny ws quite a popular senior

grew up in a big house in albany, NY, bt also spent time all over the place n was in the city a lot

okay so her mum is an old money socialite / three time campaign model way back when n her dad is a big record label mogul. he owns a label called jameson records n they repped a few big rock bands back in the eighties, altho they’re mostly known for ‘poppy injects’ whose lead singer had a big heroin scandal tht brought down his career. lana p much grew up around musicians snorting lines instead of spooning down cereal fr breakfast n her parents were v much absent her whole life

they’re pretty well off obviously n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably very pretty

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her. it was v clear that she was an accident after her older brother caleb n that even when they just had him alone they weren’t cut out for parenthood. they always kind of jst… ignored her n hoped she’d go away. she had to mke herself microwave meals when she ws only like 12 bc they’d forget to get her anything. once she went like 6 days without her mum even looking her in the eyes once

despite this tho!!! she’s always been insanely close w her brother caleb. he’s her whole world. thts why when he decided to sign up to the army she ws understandably scared bt supported him after initially bein mad tht he ws leavin her all alone. bt then he wound up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed his best friend die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home n he was never the same n lana kind of felt like he’d died out there too. he’s in n out of hospital a lot n it’s rly hard on her bt she doesn’t tlk abt it to anyone rly

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. jst literally…. knew everyone n everyone definitely knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. she has this magnetic way abt her tht is kind of hard to find in real life. it’s something ud only rly expect out of a movie character n she like. deliberately puts tht on sort of. kind of.... is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as

she’s always been insatiably spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand stories tht always earn a laugh or a gasp over how ridiculously absurd they r

anyway so after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not

she also currently? is working as a cam girl. she found this website bc she trawls… porn stuff a lot n she wound up applying to work as one bc she thought it’d b fun n wld earn her some disposal income (even tho she frankly doesn’t need it bc she’s already well off). the guy tht manages all of the girls on the site is kind of suspect n it’s a whole plot i’m gna unravel where it’s actually like the front for a cult or something wild so. stay posted ig. kgjdkgjh

personality/some fun facts: uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine. always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. her fav book as a child used to b alice in wonderland n she’d fantasise abt having her own little wonderland too where everyone knew her name n asked her things n took her on adventures. at the time it didn’t rly strike her how evident it was tht that was bc she was so lonely. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s strawberry laces or gummy bears or cherry lollipops. she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think. wildflowers r her favourites bc they’re the brightest and u can’t buy them. she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n none of them hav lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them. i dnt think she’s actually been w anyone she hasn’t cheated on in some form or another

plot ideas: exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her? a cousin plot cld b fun too. a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other. someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh. an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool). someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label. someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all fgjkshgkh. umm a good influence too mayb? oh and a past summer romance/fling tht cld either have meant a lot or not have meant anything at all. bonus points if both of them hav a diff viewpoint on it. honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days

[starberry-cupcake]

Let’s talk about Disney’s live action remakes.

The reason why I get so mad at people citing “copyright issues” as why these movies are made isn’t just that it’s absolutely nonsensical and untrue but, mainly, that this stance of “it’s just for copyright” erases the responsibility of people who go watch these things, one after the other, during opening week if possible.

Iger’s entire CEO run so far has been focused on acquiring IPs and extending them, whether it’s on movie franchises, series or in the parks. This can be seen in everything, from overlays in the parks to the merchandise like the whole line of exact same Minnie ears with different instagram-sounding colors (Rose Gold, Potion Purple, Briar Rose, Cherry Blossom...).  

In Disney Animation, the change was gradual. 

The first instance was making Lasseter head director of BOTH Pixar and Disney Animation, something that happened after Iger purchased Pixar as a response to the conflict Disney and Pixar had during the late Eisner era. This placement of Lasseter started a “pixarization” of DA, especially considering that Pixar was doing well with their movies while Disney Animation was going through a tough period. 

Pixar was born with the overall idea of being “anti-Disney”, a boys club group  that wanted to make movies like the ones they saw growing up, so no musicals, almost no female leads, and trying to subvert (and sometimes mock) the most famous Disney tropes. An obvious exception was Brave, because it was created, written and initially directed by Brenda Chapman, until they took her out of her own project and gave it to men. 

Not all Pixar movies are the same, I’m not coming for the entirety of Pixar, but the vast majority of the projects, especially the earliest ones, were drenched in this idea of not only being different from what Disney Animation was known for, but also having a lack of representation that has been criticized by people working there, including those who abandoned projects because of said issues, even before the Lasseter mess. 

So, Disney Animation movies, although with some good solid releases, started including mockery to its own legacy, in a way that sometimes seemed a bit excessive. You needed princesses saying “I’m not a princess” or “I’m not going to sing” or “you can’t fall in love with the first guy you meet” even though then they do exactly that but with a different guy...you get my point.

This was also the beginning of considering theatrically released sequels, something Pixar was never shy to do (Toy Story 2 came out in the 90s even) but Disney Animation had never really done that, aside from isolated cases like The Rescuers Down Under (sequels tended to be for tv or home video release). It had been a preferred method, since Walt’s time, to keep moving forward and keep pushing the envelope instead of settling with their theatrically released feature length films, in comparison to shorts, cartoons or series meant for tv.

The idea for theatrically released sequels, though, was something other studios did indiscriminately, and whether the movies resulting on that were good, bad or terrible, the truth was that they made money.

As the measure for success in US cinema started to be circumscribed to how many millions a movie could make in the domestic box office during its first week, the profit started to be more focused on things that were immediately recognizable rather than new and original.

Going to see a movie you have no idea about isn’t as comfortable an investment as going to see something you recognize and know for sure you’re at least interested in. So, basically, movies like Ice Age 3 and Minions were making more money in the first week than movies like Big Hero 6 or Moana.

And, with that, let me bring back the subject of audiences’ responsibility.

A good portion of the internet at large, even more so tumblr, demands constantly for animation and specifically Disney to hold more representation in their movies. Then, when push comes to shove, they don’t support those films as much as they claim they would.

There is a double edge discourse with them, because when a movie with some form of representation happens, they’re held to a higher standard and when something doesn’t feel good enough, internet culture “cancels” it without giving them a chance. But when the movies don’t even try, there’s nothing much to dissect, so they get a pass (something that happens with all of media and not just movies).

So, when you look at US box office numbers, movies like Toy Story 3, Frozen and Incredibles (1 or 2) against Moana, Big Hero 6 and Coco (it’s important to note that these last 3 did better internationally than in the US but who cares about us, right?), the numbers aren’t supporting the demand, and most of those movies with representation had controversies regarding that BEFORE they were released, which affected the initial box office performance (sometimes warranted controversies, like the whole Día de los Muertos copyright issue, and sometimes completely unwarranted, like that “it was a rip off of The Book Of Life” which Disney had “previously rejected”, false accusations that were perpetually denied by the directors of both films, who were always in contact with each other and supported each other’s movies, but which caused massive online campaigns to boycott Coco before it was released). 

So, with all this in mind, what better way to gain easy and safe box office numbers with not much conceptual work and get people in theaters in the first week? Bringing back already established successes.  

Enter the live action remakes.

We could also dissect how Marvel and Star Wars play the same exact role but taking different approaches and having had different methods of establishing themselves with audiences, but that’s another couple of cans of worms I’m not willing to open here.

The live action remakes are, in essence, the easiest of the bunch to create. Differently from the animated sequels, the Marvel films and the Star Wars films, they don’t require new ideas for the core plot of the story. They change a few things here and there, some take more liberties, some less, but overall they can’t really change the story all that much without turning them unrecognizable.

Still, all of these remakes have specific pointers that assure good marketing for the first week of release: the use of a highly popular Disney film, the casting of very well-known actors whose ability to fulfill the actual needs of the role isn’t as important as how big their names are, initial teaser trailers that make it seem exactly like the original or, at least, use the same songs or similar shots, the use of increasingly newer movies as a base, employing very iconic and famous directors or songwriters...you get the point.

And, you know what? they pay off.

Live action Beauty & the Beast, despite receiving mixed reviews from fans, became in just one week and a half “the biggest live-action musical ever in domestic and worldwide grosses, not accounting for inflation”. People complained about it, yes, but that was after paying money to see it as soon as possible. 

So basically, what I’m saying is, don’t act surprised about this. Don’t blame copyright and Disney and CEOs being cheap greedy bastards if you’re gonna go pay for these films opening day, however the cost. Because we’re all responsible for that as well, we all choose what to put our money on and which things to support. 

The next time you talk about copyright, make sure you don’t already have your ticket for opening week, that’s all I’m saying. If you want them to stop happening, stop going to see them. 

[lanasaved]

sssslithers onto the scene like nagini.... hlo! i’m nai n i’m rly excited to finally return 2 rp. uni is officially Over n i’m living bk at home nw so i actually hav free time again to write. c’est une.... how do u say.... Miracle! some of u might b familiar w lana already bt if not u can find out mre abt her under the cut n feel free 2 like this or hmu fr plots!!!

p.s. this is her pinterest for those of u tht like tht kind of thing

CIS-FEMALE — ever hear people say LANA JAMESON looks a lot like KRISTINE FROSETH? I think SHE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The DANCE major is a JUNIOR that is from ALBANY, NEW YORK. They can be + VIVACIOUS, but they can also be - IRRESPONSIBLE. I think LANA might be SHEEP. They are living in BALTA. ( nai. 22. gmt. she/her. )

some random aesthetics: a red water pistol topped up with caribbean rum and covered in stickers of cartoon pin up girls, a vinyl record whirring silently because you got too distracted by a stranger’s hands to reach over and flip sides, giant inflatable flamingos floating in the aftermath of a pool party, smudgy lipstick kisses left like an autograph on someone else’s mirror

ic im sayin she jst got bk from going abroad w louis, this kind of sleazy older man tht manages the camgirls on the website lana works fr. he calls himself a “big exec” at “the company” n mkes it all sound a lot more professional than it is. he also owns this big house w all these different rooms/settings fr the girls to film different kinds of scenes in n is looked up by a lot of ppl bt when asked why they look up to him, nobody ever rly seems to have an answer. jst...a shady figure. lana kind of.... went off the deep end lst semester n ended up deferring her next one after missing her big graded ballet recital. it’s a whole big mess n she’s wearin horse blinders to it. truly jst.... goin on holiday to ignore hw much she’s fuckin things up at school. queen of burying her head in the sand!

frm this point on ive jst pasted her old intro bc im the laziest woman alive n that’s jst life Babey

grew up in a big house in albany, NY, bt also spent time all over the place n was in the city a lot

okay so her mum is an old money socialite / three time campaign model way back when n her dad is a big record label mogul. he owns a label called jameson records n they repped a few big rock bands back in the eighties, altho they’re mostly known for ‘poppy injects’ whose lead singer had a big heroin scandal tht brought down his career. lana p much grew up around musicians snorting lines instead of spooning down cereal fr breakfast n her parents were v much absent her whole life

they’re pretty well off obviously n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (v penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pastel coloured fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably very pretty

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her. it was v clear that she was an accident after her older brother caleb n that even when they just had him alone they weren’t cut out for parenthood. they always kind of jst… ignored her n hoped she’d go away. she had to mke herself microwave meals when she ws only like 12 bc they’d forget to get her anything. once she went like 6 days without her mum even looking her in the eyes once

despite this tho!!! she’s always been insanely close w her brother caleb. he’s her whole world. thts why when he decided to sign up to the army she ws understandably scared bt supported him regardless. bt then he wound up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed his best friend die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home n he was never the same n lana kind of felt like he’d died out there too. he’s in n out of hospital a lot n it’s rly hard on her bt she doesn’t tlk abt it to anyone rly

growing up lana was always a huge social butterfly. jst literally…. knew everyone n everyone definitely knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget. very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once. she has this magnetic way abt her tht is kind of hard to find in real life. it’s something ud only rly expect out of a movie character

she’s always been insatiably spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand stories tht always earn a laugh or a gasp over how ridiculously absurd they r

anyway so after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex (she’d only rly done foreplay before tho) but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr a quick fuck jst for the thrill even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. in fact she’s so… shameless in her endeavours tht she’s actually currently having an affair w her ballet instructor tanya who’s engaged to b married

she also currently? is working as a cam girl. she found this website bc she trawls… porn stuff a lot n she wound up applying to work as one bc she thought it’d b fun n wld earn her some disposal income (even tho she frankly doesn’t need it bc she’s already well off). the guy tht manages all of the girls on the site is kind of suspect n it’s a whole plot i’m gna unravel where it’s actually like the front for a cult or something wild so. stay posted ig. kgjdkgjh

new development!!!!!!!! cue me trottin around doin jazz hands. she’s actually been cut off by her dad so she’s….. living off the money she has left n has to look to find a job which is jst. a nightmare fr someone like lana bc she’s insatiably irresponsible n destined to be fired from anything she tries to hold down bt. it’ll be interesting bc this means she genuinely has to keep on camming even tho she’s starting not to want to any more bc of other circumstances i won’t elaborate on jst yet winks

personality/some fun facts: uncontrollably flirty. boundlessly confident. cld make a joke out a paper bag n her comedy is sometimes surreal / absurd. she tends to laugh when she feels like crying n has a smile brighter than a ray of texas sunshine. always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. her fav book as a child used to b alice in wonderland n she’d fantasise abt having her own little wonderland too where everyone knew her name n asked her things n took her on adventures. at the time it didn’t rly strike her how evident it was tht that was bc she was so lonely. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s strawberry laces or gummy bears or cherry lollipops. she adores david bowie n prince n madonna n anyone tht’s a vintage style icon w little care fr what ppl think. wildflowers r her favourites bc they’re the brightest and u can’t buy them. she’s had like 8472493874 ‘relationships’ n none of them hav lasted beyond a month / hav been terrible / hav seen her being treated badly / she’s cheated on them. i dnt think she’s actually been w anyone she hasn’t cheated on in some form or another

plot ideas: exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her? a cousin plot cld b fun too. a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other. someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh. an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool). someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label. someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all fgjkshgkh. umm a good influence too mayb? oh and a past summer romance/fling tht cld either have meant a lot or not have meant anything at all. bonus points if both of them hav a diff viewpoint on it. honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. let’s get wildt!

[elizabeth-marston-roberts]

A Boy Named John | John Marston x Abigail Roberts x F!Reader |

I wanted to do something new! This is like a series, I guess? Idk. Basically I wanted to do like snippets of a relationship between John/Abigail/Reader and so I did that. These will all contain a female reader as usual, and I'll try to make them all separate pieces, meaning you shouldn't have to read one part to understand another. But I make no promises tbh. I've taken inspo from the 90s Abi that @anniesburg created and I also put in some of my own modern!John headcanons, and you can read my list of those (and I'll probably do another list soon enough) here.

Pairing: John Marston/Abigail Roberts/Reader ((I like to use Roberts when Abi isn't married to John))

Rating: T? No sex or anything, just a little bit of fluff. This chapter is just showing how they meet, but there are some brief mentions of sex.

Words: 2,844

It was breezy out, so Abigail promptly declared at breakfast you two would be going to the park after lunch. She took your hand and led the way, as usual. You smiled and followed happily, but mainly because you were watching that rear end of hers bounce with every step.

Now you were sat with Abi under a tree, your arm slung over her shoulders while she's curled up into your side. You press a sweet kiss to her temple, nose bumping against the side of her beloved aviators. She never left the house without those sunglasses, the blue mirrored effect her favorite part, as they mixed well with her black hair. You, quite honestly, always loved how they accentuated her resting bitch face. She'd scared off quite a few homophobes that way.

"I love you." You murmur softly in her ear, slipping the palm of your hand over her sharp jaw. You turn her head upwards and descend down upon her cherry-chapsticked lips.

She smiles. "I love you too." She murmurs against your lips, her accent as strong as ever.

Grinning and pulling away slightly from your girlfriend, you look up just in time to see a tall, skinny man on a skateboard swerve to avoid hitting a child that was running from his parents. He runs right off of the paved sidewalk, the grass catching the wheels of his board and sending him flying right into a tree.

Abigail's up off the ground immediately, a gasp tearing out of her throat as she runs to the man. He's groaning and holding his head as he sits up, his dark eyes widening as he catches his reflection in Abi's sunglasses. He's dazed and confused, and you already know from the way Abi is checking his head for any bumps, bruises or cuts that she's claimed him as hers.

You pick up his skateboard and make sure the child is collected by his parents before you join Abigail. She's sitting beside him and chatting casually, as if he didn't just faceplant a tree. You see he's got a good scrape across his cheek and his lip's a little busted, but more prominently you notice the cut on his forehead above his right eyebrow. It's not bleeding a whole lot, but it's enough to make you want to fix him.

"This is John." Abigail tells you. You know she's noticed his left arm is covered in tattoos, which has made him a thousand times for attractive for her. Honestly, your girlfriend was the biggest flirt you'd ever met.

You never minded when Abi got her flirt on with men. Most of the time she was just searching for a good one-night-stand for the two of you, as you both were still very much into men and sometimes Abigail's dominant side just needed another person to order around. The last time you two were in a threesome was easily two months ago and you were ready for another.

You extend your hand and introduce yourself, kneeling in front of him and offering up the skateboard. He smiles some at you.

"Thank you." His voice is scratchy and low. You already understand Abigail's attraction to him.

"I think we should get a bandaid on that cut, John." Abigail says, placing her delicate hand on his forearm.

"Ah, that's okay, it ain't that bad..." He touches a fingertip on the cut, examining the blood that comes away with it. "It'll stop bleedin' eventually."

Abigail lifts her sunglasses into her hair and you snicker to yourself. He's gone and done it now!

"I said we're gonna get a bandaid on that cut, John. Come on." She takes his hand and stands up, pulling him up as well. John blinks stupidly but follows her lead as you walk on his other side.

"Yes ma'am." At least he was polite!

"So." You start off as Abi leads the way to the nearest drugstore. "Is swerving and running into trees a regular occurrence for you?"

"Naw, not really. I usually run into trees just fine without dodgin' little kids."

You laugh until you realize he's not kidding.

"So, John," Abigail clears her throat. "Tell us about you. What do you do when you're not getting a face full of bark?"

"Well, I work the regular week at an auto shop with my buddy Javier. It's a neat little gig. Pays me good and I get weekends off." He grins.

"So you're a mechanic?" You ask. Abigail's car has been draining power steering fluid like crazy and you hope he'll be willing to look at it.

"Yep. Been doin' that full time since I got outta high school, but I always been into cars and stuff like that. Not to toot my own horn or nothin', but I'm damn good at what I do." His smile is proud. It's also very cute.

"I bet you are." Abi grins. She pushes John down onto a bench that's outside of the store. "You stay right here. I'm gonna head inside and get some bandaids."

John nods and you sit with him as Abi shops. He looks at you carefully once she's gone. "So..." He gestures his finger from you to the store, indicating Abigail.

"Yes." You nod. "Four years now."

He nods slowly. "Okay."

"That's not a problem, is it?" You narrow your eyes.

"No- No, I'm cool with that!" He puts his hands up, panic in his voice. "Lesbians are cool!"

You smirk a little. Making straight men squirm a little was always fun. "Yeah, lesbians are pretty cool."

Abigail comes outside then. She swats your shoulder. "Stop making the poor guy sweat. He ain't no homophobe."

You pout. "I was just teasing, Abi."

"I don't care." She sits on John's other side, her fingertips brushing his jaw as she turns his head. He closes his dark eyes while she applies the disinfectant and then the butterfly bandage.

"All done." She smiles at him, rubbing some sanitizer between her delicate hands.

"You really didn't have to, but thanks." John grins. "I ain't really a nurse so I can't return the favor like that, but I am a decent cook. 'M havin' some friends over for a little backyard barbeque. You... You can come too, if you want." He murmurs.

"We'll be there." Abigail assures him with a sweet smile. She pulls her phone from her purse and unlocks it, handing it to him. "Text me the details, okay?"

"Should we bring something?" You ask while John inputs his phone number into Abi's phone.

"If you want to!" He smiles at you now, giving Abigail her phone back and holding his hand out for yours. In the back of your mind you note just how much of a natural he is in providing you both with attention. "I've got all the meat covered, and most of the fixin's been claimed, so maybe some more beer and dessert. Doesn't matter what dessert, but there is a golden rule about beer at my house: If you bring Pabst Blue Ribbon, you're out."

You and Abigail laugh, John having his own smile on as he inputs his phone number into your phone. He hands it back to you and checks his watch. "I better get home. I'll see you ladies tomorrow."

He stands up and tosses his board down, waving cutely at you and Abi before he takes off down the sidewalk. You glance at her while she's still watching John, no doubt looking at how twinky he is.

"I can't believe we're going to fuck a boy named John."

xx

"Abigail, it's a backyard barbeque." You groan as your girlfriend once again went to go change her outfit. "And honestly, it doesn't matter what you wear! If it goes right it'll be on the floor."

"But I want John to undress me with his eyes first!" She pulls off her tank top. "There's nothing wrong with being sexy, my love."

You stand and come up behind her, slipping your arms around her waist and effectively stunting the progression of her outfit change. You kiss her sweet spot behind her left ear, the one that always makes her shiver and moan. "Are you saying I'm not sexy, Abigail?"

"That's n-not what I said and you know it." She murmurs, leaning back against you. "I just want him to like what he sees."

"I'm sure he will. And even if he doesn't, I sure do love what I see." You press a soft smooch to her cheek, rubbing her hips. "Come on, baby. Get dressed and let's go. I'm hungry!"

"Fine, fine!" She waves her hands around. You let go of her and sit back down on the end of the bed. You had put on a band t-shirt and some shorts an hour ago, and when Abigail was ready you'd put your black Chucks on.

"Why don't you wear that cute blue off-the-shoulder top? The one with the lace." You suggest, heart fluttering when her eyes light up.

"That's perfect! Ugh, I love you so much." She leans down for a quick kiss before rushing to the closet for said top and a strapless bra. She put on some sandals and then her beloved sunglasses, now /finally/ ready to go.

You take her hand once you're outside and walking for John's house. It turned out that he only lived a couple blocks away from you and Abi, which was nice because instead of driving there you two could walk and enjoy the nice day. Abi smiles up at you, carrying the case of Coors Light she'd picked up this morning while you held the ice pops. A cherry one was already calling your name, but you resisted the temptation, lest you feel Abi's wrath over it.

"This is so cute!" Abi coos as you approach the little two-story house John called his home. It was navy blue with white trim, and there was an older Ford pickup in the driveway.

The fence to the backyard is open, so you lead the way back. There's an inflatable pool with a dirty blond lounging in it, and you couldn't say for sure, but you were certain he was actually asleep in it.

"You're here!" John's scratchy voice sounds happy, thankfully. You turn to see him approaching, his dark hair tied up out of his face. Expectantly, the bandaid from yesterday is gone.

"I told you we'd come!" Abigail holds the beer out to him. He takes it with a gasp and a big grin.

"This is my favorite beer!" The fact that he's so excited over such a small thing warms your heart. He's a simple man so far.

"Really? Ain't that somethin'." Abigail grins. "Introduce us to your friends, John!"

"Right, right!" He opens the blue cooler on the ground and pops the cardboard end open, dumping the cans of beer inside, along with the ice pops, and closing the lid. You snicker fondly at how expertly done that was.

John points the man in the pool. "That's my brother, Arthur. He don't sleep much, so leave him alone until dinner."

"Got it." You nod and then John brings you to the large, round table where the others are playing cards at.

"Javier, Bill, Mary-Beth, Sadie, Charles, Tilly, Sean." He says as he points to each member. "Guys, and gals, this is Abigail," He rests a large hand on her shoulder, and then the other on yours as he introduces you to his friends. "I met 'm yesterday at the park and I thought they were pretty cool, so... Be nice to 'em."

"It's nice to meet you." Javier smiles gently. "Would you like to join us? We're about to play poker."

"Texas Hold 'em?" You ask, grinning. You'd always been good at that particular brand of the game.

"That's the only one we play!" Sean matches your smile, patting the empty seat beside him. "Come on, sit down! You deal first. No dirty dealin' now!"

"Oh lord." Abigail rolls her eyes when you eagerly sit down. "I'm stayin' far away from this trainwreck."

John snickers. "Not a gambler?"

"No, because my darlin' here does enough of it for the both of us." You note her sarcasm, but the love of the game wins over it. You're sure you'll be paying for it later on, but Abigail's punishments are always fun.

"You wanna come grill with me?"

"Sure." She smiles and goes to the grill with him. She isn't a good chef by any means so she lets him do the work while she watches.

When the poker game disbands, you go grab a beer from the cooler. Abigail is currently asking John about every tattoo that's adorning his left arm and he's happily telling her about each one. You smile and stand on John's other side.

"Smells good, John." You comment. He smiles proudly and flips a few burgers.

"Told you I can cook! I'm a lot of things, but a liar ain't one."

"John was telling me about his tattoos." Abi grins.

"Did you tell him about yours?" You hum. Abigail only has a couple, but they look good on her. There's one on her right shoulder. It's a 'basic bitch' tattoo but you're proud of it. It's a lemniscate with your anniversary winded in it. You can't help but give it a kiss whenever you make love to her.

"I kinda figured that one out for myself." John snickers, pointing to the lemniscate. "Do you have any?" He asks you.

You shake your head. "No. I've always been too nervous to get one."

"Ain't no shame in that." He says. "They hurt!"

You smile a little. He's a sweet man, you think. Your eyes meet Abigail's and you know she's feeling good about this one.

Dinner is tasty and the way they all interact tells you they're more of a family than just a group of friends. The gathering continues late in the night and eventually you and Abigail are the last ones there.

John sits on the grass, staring up at the stars and the moon. "Did you ladies have fun?"

You sit on his right, Abigail flanking his left. "I had a lot of fun, actually." You say, and Abigail readily agrees.

John grins. "Good. Maybe I'll get to see ya around more?"

"I don't see why not." Abigail says. "In fact, why don't you come on over to our place for dinner? I'm no cook, but my partner-in-crime here is."

"Okay!" It takes everything you have to not just grab him and kiss those pink lips. "I'll eat anything, so don't worry about that."

Abigail smirks a little, the dirty-minded minx. "I ain't worried about a thing, John."

"Walk us home?" You ask sweetly. "We're just a couple blocks over."

"Sure!" He stands and offers a hand to each of you, pulling you off of the grass and to your feet. "Last thing I want is for you two ladies walkin' around by yourself this late anyway. I know this is a good neighborhood, but still."

He takes you home, walking you up the porch. Abigail fishes for the house key and you turn to John. "Text me when you get back home, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." He nods, and he waves shyly once Abigail has the door open and a light on. "I'll see you two at dinner."

"Seven o'clock sharp, and don't be a minute late." Abigail says sternly.

He grins, and you suspect he has a thing for being told what to do. "Yes ma'am."

You and Abigail wish him goodnight, waving before you went inside and locked the doors. You watched him through the peephole and Abi from the window beside the door as he tucks his hands in his pockets and walks back home.

"Great." You say when he's gone. "Now I have to cook dinner."

Abigail doesn't bother hiding her laughter as she goes up to bed. You follow her up the stairs, touching her butt once you reach the top.

"Is there a reason we didn't try to get laid tonight?" You ask. Usually when Abigail sets her sights on a new boy she's quick to pounce.

"I think this one is different, my love." She turns around and embraces you.

"You think?"

"He's kind, and he never tried anything with us. Most of these men know we only entertain them because we want to have sex. John... I don't think he knows that. And in saying that, I feel like he deserves better than a one-night-stand."

"So what are you saying?" You ask, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe it's better that we're just friends with him. He really is a genuinely nice man."

You sigh, knowing she's right. She usually is. "We'll find someone else to have some fun with."

"Oh, don't pout at me like that. If you need some dick that badly, get my strap ready while I wash my face. I'll even let you call me John."

You really do have the best girlfriend.