#katy perry leg show

[cool-lesbian-is-here]

Intro post!!!!!

I’ve never actually officially done one, so I might as well.

I am Katya (short for Kateryna)

I was born in Ukraine and lived there for two years before moving to England with my family. I also had like a weird year where we lived in Luxembourg but whatever. So yeah I speak Russian and English fluently and I can understand ukrainian but not speak it fluently.

I am a cis lesbian MINOR (14).

I love music, I listen to it all the time so here are some artists I like 😁😁: David Bowie, queen, Rolling Stones, the smiths, oasis, Måneskin, the Runaways, the Beatles, T. Rex, Aerosmith, Jon Bon Jovi, AC/DC, Billy Joel, deep purple and pink Floyd, ABBA, girl in red, Chappell roan, Olivia Rodrigo, Ayesha erotica, K$SHA, Britney Spears, mccaffferty, Alex G, Penelope Scott, Rio Romeo, the front bottoms, Mitski, Laufey, Madilyn Mei, the cardigans, Conan Gray and arctic monkeys

TV Girl has my heart

There are obvs more but I can’t remember them all, anyway, moving on, fandoms!

BBC Sherlock, the marauders, LOTR and The Hobbit, dead boy detectives,the dead poets society, wicked, a series of unfortunate events, Good omens, Percy Jackson and gravity falls.

Books that literally changed my brain chemistry: the Perks of Being a Wallflower, dead poets society, Girl, interrupted, the catcher in the rye, Solitaire, and a separate peace.

Movies I adore wholeheartedly: tell it to the bees, Girl, interrupted, Dead Poets Society, mamma Mia, say anything, the rocky horror picture show, imagine me and you, I saw the TV glow, the perks of being a wallflower, the whole ass LOTR series

Obsessions I had when I was younger(please don’t laugh): Ed sheeran(I KNOW, OK.), Katy Perry (her songs r still kinda fire tho) and of course “The Land of Stories” (that shit had a hold on me)

Hobbies: reading, crochet, playing idle games and watching yt side by side, and making random shit

Style: I’d say I dress grunge so my clothes all have like a little bit of each marauder in them

Marauders!!!: my moonshine says I am a James kinnie, I have also been told I’m a marlene kinnie, so do w that what you will, my fav marauder is sirius tho and my fav ship is wolfstar(nothing is better than the original in my opinion). Honestly, I think I lean towards fluffy fics more when I’m looking for a wolfstar fic and also there’s this random lore Abt me that I have read ATYD twice and also ATYD-Sirius’s perspective twice.

Random lore: when I was 11, my brother and I exploded a power bank together so now I have this big scar on my leg from the burn. My favourite colour is cherry red. I also have a fake name that I give to ppl who I don’t rlly want knowing my name. I’m allergic to gold but I look rlly good in it 😔😔. I annotate my books.my fav dinosaur is the triceratops. I love to quote random songs on here ✨✨. Also I rlly wanna play guitar but I have zero musical talent 😭😭 EDIT: MY DAD IS LETTING ME GET LESSONS AND IM GONNA START SOON!!!. Also I love death note!!!

I have a tortoise named Bowser, but in Russian, we call him Боря (boris) :DDDD

This blog has a lot of random, uncensored thoughts that pop into my head, so be ready for the randomest of statements without tags being on your dash

yes I am hater and I hate Taylor Swift with a passion. BUT IF U LIKE HER IDRC ILL JUST KNOW THAT U AHEV A SHIT MUSIC TASTE

I am a person that fully believes you must like a band to wear that bands merch

I am forever a user of YouTube music, no amount of disappointment in me will change this, so don’t try.

I honestly think that’s everything, so um yeah! That’s me :)

ALSO GUYS JS QUICKLY, IF I CALL YOU “girl” OR “bitch” IM NOT TRYNA CALL YOU AN ACTUAL GIRL OR AN ACTUAL BITCH ITS JS SMTH THAT I USE AS GENDER-NEUTRAL THINGS TO ALL PPL. IM RLLY SORRY IF I MISGENDER U, I RLLY DONT MEAN TO, ITS JS A THING I SAY!!!

This is a cool funky collage of my vibes 😁😁, a courtesy of my beautiful, talented, cool, funky, awesome sauce moot: @dont-turn-left

✨my moonshine✨: @corvibb

my fav girlies:

Little ball of sunshine <3: @permetutotheworld Professional crash outer <3: @theheightsarewuthering

some guy that keeps telling me to drink water: @st4rboyloser

a very dear friend that gangs up w Cael to bully me into drinking water :(( : @jammahanna

WATERMELON IS PINK, FUCK YOU @corvibb

[izels-writing]

s. black — i’ll see you around

Pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

Summary: whoever said love was easy was lying, especially to sirius.

Warnings: ANGST with NO happy ending, i felt so bad writing this, y’all can blame the guy who was a dickhead to me, (TW) alcohol use, i felt so bad writing the bimbo part, listen to the 1 by taylor swift or the one that got away by katy perry to get a REAL experience

you felt tears brim your eyes, a burning heat in your chest as his worlds echoed in your head. you felt nauseous, unable to meet sirius' eyes. you couldn't look at him.

we're just not right for each other right now.

"y/n, please look at me." sirius pleaded.

you blinked, letting the tears fall as you looked up at him. a part of you was furious, wanting to throw any object you could at him. how could he pursue you? how could he...knowing this was his ultimate ending with you?

"fine, we're done," you replied, sniffling quietly. "uh, i'll see you around." you added, looking at him one last time and leaving his dormitory.

you walked past your mutual friends, not daring to spare a glance at them. you ignored their calls and ignored marlene and lily as they tried to run after to you, to no avail.

you needed time. time alone.

——

FOUR MONTHS LATER…

"come on, you don't want to go out tonight? this band is playing at the pub tonight! you'll love it!" marlene exclaimed, throwing your duvet off your body. you groaned loudly, attempting to pull it back on.

you glared at marlene through half-lidded eyes, "i want to nap, leave me alone," you muttered.

mary sat in the chair of your vanity, legs crossed—showing off her gogo boots. she smiled softly. "y/n, you can't become some shut in for the rest of your life because of sirius black..."

you rolled your eyes internally. "i'm not a shut in because of sirius,"

truth be told, you were. not necessarily a shut in, but for four months, you hadn't opened yourself up to anyone else. not platonically and certainly not romantically. maybe in your young mind, you were wrong and dramatic, but you were convinced that he was it for you. and now that you didn't have him? well, you just felt stuck.

"then come out with us tonight, find a guy to shag! sex away all your problems!" marlene grinned.

"or girl," mary suggested.

"for the last time, mary, your dream of y/n being gay just isn't happening!" marlene scolded, throwing abt-shirt toward mary. mary laughed and dodged her t-shirt, sighing, "a girl can dream..."

"if i go out for two hours, will you let me be?" you huffed, sitting up in annoyance and staring at blonde and brunette with frustration. they glanced at each other before turning to you, nodding vigorously.

"fine," you muttered, moving off the bed. "give me two hours to get ready,"

marlene squeaked with joy.

within two hours, you were ready for a night out on the town. you wore dark sultry makeup, a mini black dress, cute heeled boots, and a cropped band tee over your dress. you hair was pulled back into a bun, with two pieces of hair framing your face.

with the magic of apparition, the three of you were in front of the pub in no time. you entered timidly with your ecstatic friends, who quickly met up with your shared group of friends. in one side of the pub sat peter, remus, james with lily in his lap, dorcas, emmeline, and...sirius, with a girl in his lap.

"look who we convinced to come out tonight!" marlene grinned, enjoying the happy cheers from their friends as you appeared beside mary and marlene.

"doesn't she look ravishing tonight?" mary grinned, kissing your cheek before joining emmeline in her chair.

lily, likely feeling your uncomfortable energy, smiled and got up from james' lap. she pulled you into a hug, "hey, love! how are you? want to get a drink?" she asked, you smiled in return.

"i would love one," you replied, avoiding looking at sirius and the girl on his lap. the girl was certainly looking at you. she guided you to the bar and ordered you both a vodka cranberry.

"how are you? with all that, i mean," lily asked. "i know you didn't want to come tonight, but i also know marlene and mary can be persistent,"

you laughed and nodded. "that they can. it's fine, they've got good intentions,"

lily leaned closer, smiling softly. "i know it's hard seeing him, but i'm here if you need me. also, don't pay attention to the bimbo attatched—i can be mean to her if you want,"

you chuckled. "lily, that's really not necessary,"

lily looked at you innocently and wide eyed. "oh it's no problem," she shrugged. "i was already planning on being mean anyway,"

you laughed, clinking your drink with hers softly as it was placed in both your hands. "evans, have i ever told you how much i love you?"

"no," she grinned cheekily. "but i already know."

——

“how have you been?” sirius asked, looking at you as you diverted from james’ animated retelling of his quidditch game. straight after school, he’d been scouted to join a national quidditch team—and lord knows how talented james is.

“fine,” you replied, subtly taking notice to the fact that aleesa had gotten up to get another drink at the bar. she had been giving you glares every time you even looked at them. no wonder he was talking to you.

“just fine?” sirius grinned.

“yeah, just fine,” you replied curtly—taking another sip of your vodka cran that actually tasted like rubbish. but given you only turned 18 a few months ago, it was the only thing you really felt courageous another to order at a bar.

he grin fell slightly. he wasn’t quite used to your cold nature toward him. you had seen each other on and off the past few months, but since your friends less than favored the tension, they didn’t invite the two of you together for many events. sirius was used to the soft and kind-hearted you, the only that massaged his scalp during movie nights and smiled at his every joke. not the you that hardly looked at him and couldn’t even pretend to laugh at his jokes.

god, how could he not miss you?

perhaps you were the problem. perhaps you were too self-centered, perhaps you should let go of this relationship. but he was your first everything, how could he let go so quickly when you struggled to even glance at old pictures of the two of you?

suddenly, you felt a figure loom beside you. you looked up, smiling at the handsome young guy who had come up to you with a smile. he was certainly brave, doing it in front of your friends.

“hey, love,” he grinned, his green eyes scanning you.

you smiled slightly, looking up at him with confusion yet amused. “hello…?” you paused, waiting for his name.

“luke,” he replied shyly.

you smiled. “luke, lovely name.”

“i bet yours is even lovelier…?” he paused as well, waiting for your name. you chuckled, cradling your drink close to you like some form of comfort.

“y/n,” you replied.

“and i was right,” he grinned. “wanna dance?”

“actually, we were—“ sirius began, but lily put her hand on his shoulder and he looked at her confused. like this was something he wasn’t supposed to intervene in. like his attempts to help you were selfish intentions.

“i’d love to,” you smiled, putting your drink down and taking his hand. he was kind, so far, and tall and handsome. how could you say no?

you quickly joined luke on the dance floor, dancing along to the live music—joining everyone else in their drunken night of dancing and singing. he held you close, and the two of you talked, you laughing quietly yet noticeably at his jokes. he seemed to enjoy your company as well.

sirius watched the two of you from afar, and one thing became obvious. as the music was drowned out by his racing thoughts, as he suddenly felt no wanting for the girl by his side, and as he felt a cold rush envelop his body—it was then he realized.

he had made a mistake breaking up with you.

bonus;

“i sure hope you can come, and bring a date!” you smiled, handing sirius a lively, white and blue invitation. as soon as he saw you and luke’s name on it, he began to feel sick.

sirius chuckled. “and if i can’t find one?” he joked, hoping to ease his own tension.

“you’ll find one,” you smiled.

except he didn’t want another date. he wanted you. for the past four years—all he’s wanted is you. how could he attend? attend you and another man getting married?

“or, of course, you can come alone,” you suggested, feeling an unease in the air as he stared at the invitation. “i’m sure most of my cousins would fancy a dance with you,”

he chuckled. “you think?”

you chuckled. “you’re a very handsome man, sirius, don’t forget that.” you joked, patting his shoulder before standing up from his couch. “well, i’ve got to deliver the rest of these—i’ll see you around,”

and off you were.

and with a frown, sirius took a sip of his tea—staring hard at the invitation in his hands, attempting to trick his mind into seeing his name beside yours.

[daydreamerbunny]

Pretty Girl [ Jake Sully x human!female reader ]

Pairing: dilf!Jake Sully x human!female reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2293

Warnings: daddy kink, stomach bulge, oral (m & f (brief)receiving), lots of kissing, lots of pet names from Jake, and possible grammar mistakes

brain going crazy over the idea of dilf!Jake and human!reader fucking without her mask for the first time

also Alexa, play 'ET' by Katy Perry cause that was one of the vibes.

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"Someone's here to see you." Norm said as peeked his head into your room before running off.

"Wait, Norm tell Lo'ak I'm busy!" You shouted as you did not take your eyes off of your circuit board on your desk.

"Well, ain't this a pretty sight." Jake's voice startled you and you gasp, standing up from your bent over position at your desk.

"Jake." You put your hand on your chest and laugh a little, "you scared me."

Jake smiles as he takes in your appearance. You were wearing your hair down rather than your normal ponytail due to the straps of the mask. Speaking of the mask there was no weird distortion of your face and he could get a real good look at your eyes. You were also dressed fairly down in a tank top and some jean shorts, no protective gear or clothes for the nature of Pandora. Just you.

"Well, I'm sorry, pretty girl." Jake smiled and approached you, taking a breath from his oxygen mask that was hanging from his neck. "Just wanted to see you." His fingers rake through your hair and you hum.

"I'm not complaining." You close your eyes and welcome his touch. "You can finally see me without my mask." You open your eyes and look up at him, smiling sweetly.

On that cue, Jake's large hand moves from your hair to your cheek and his thumb runs over your lips. He had the overwhelming desire to kiss you. He moves to sit down on the floor without crossing his legs and grabbed your hips, bringing you closer to him. You giggle at his eagerness, but you cannot judge him. The idea of him being able to kiss you among other things now that you can breathe without a mask is exciting.

"What's so funny? Hm?" Jake teases as he bumps his nose to yours and it made your heart flutter.

"Nothing, Jake." You laughed again and wrapped your arms around his neck, "just kiss me."

Normally he would make you say please, but he was teasing himself at this point by not kissing you. Jake tests a soft peck to your lips before diving into a heated kiss which makes you let out a content moan. Jake was always sweet to you and showed as much physical affection as he could, but this just fills your chest with so much warmth.

The kiss turned into open-mouth kisses and your fingers curled into his hair at the nape of his neck, holding onto him as your knees felt weak. Jake’s hands moved to your ass and squeeze, causing you to mewl into his mouth. His chest swelled in pride and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, his fingers digging into your shorts as his arousal grew.

Your fingers pulled at his hair in an attempt to pull him closer and you gently bite on his lower lip, causing a groan to leave Jake. Your tongues meet again and the both of you were panting at this point. You were incredibly wet and your head was fuzzy with need. Jake moves a hand up your back and to your hair, tangling his fingers in the roots and tugs you off of his mouth. You whine in protest.

Jake laughs and reaches to the mask around his neck. He took a quick breath as he took in your flushed face, “you gotta let me breathe, baby.”

Your eyes trail down his chest, stomach and finally to his loincloth. You bit your bottom lip at the sight of his cock straining in his loincloth. All of your sexual interactions have been when you’re wearing a mask and so you’ve never been able to give him head. You so badly wanted to and now would be the chance. You lick your lips at the thought.

“Whatcha thinking about, baby girl?” Jake’s fingers tighten and your eyes shoot back up to his amber eyes. “Hm?”

“Daddy I-“ You almost lose balance, but Jake has a good hold on you. You blush at his intense stare and your hands reach forward to run your fingers over his collarbones. “I want to suck your cock.” You finally respond.

Jake’s ears perked up and he smiled slightly, his fangs just peeking out. “Yeah? Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yes!” You nodded. “Please I can handle it.”

“I don’t know, baby. Your pussy can barely handle my cock.” Jake teased, his free hand comes up to your face and his index finger grazes your lips.

“No!” You whine. “I can do it. Let me try.”

Jake changes from his index finger to his thumb and gently presses down on your lip, your mouth slowly falling open. Your tongue slowly licks his thumb and he pushes it into your mouth. You wrap your lips around his thumb and suck, moaning softly.

“Fuck, baby. I don’t know if I can wait to fuck you.” Jake’s tail flicked around impatiently as his cock throbbed in his loincloth. “But daddy will let you help him out.”

Jake's thumb is removed from your mouth with a 'pop' sound and move to your hands and knees. He unties his loincloth and lets it fall off of him, exposing his hard cock. His mind was reeling at the fact you were face to face with his dick. You wet your lips before reaching out and wrapping your small hand at the base, which was cute because he was so big. You lean your head down and lick from your hand to the tip causing Jake to gasp. You look up to see his ears are down and his mouth hung open slightly, his fangs peeking out.

Jake's pleasure easily fuels you to keep going. You hum and arch your back some more, twirling your tongue around the tip. You squeeze your hand and wrap your lips around the tip, closing your eyes. His hand gathers up your hair and holds it gently as you bob your head. He follows your movement, but never forces it. You begin to move your hand in tandem with your head.

"Fuck, sweetheart." Jake curses and gulps, "how deep can you take it?" He thinks out loud and softly pushes your head to guide you further down his cock.

A gasp turned into a moan as you took him deeper and his fingers tighten around your hair. Your eyes prickled with tears and rest your other hand on his thigh, wiggling your hips as desire keeps building in your lower stomach. You got just a little over half way on his dick before you pushed your head back against Jake's hand which caused him to let up.

"Good girl, baby." Jake praises and uses his free hand to run his hand down your spine and over the swell of your ass to run his fingers over your clothed cunt. He thanked the size difference between the two of you so he could do this with ease. He chokes back a whimper as you moan around him and his pupils dilate even more, "mmm, fuck. Get up, baby. Let's get these clothes off of 'ya." His voice seemed to come from a deeper part of his chest as he pulled you off of him.

As you not so gracefully got up from the floor Jake took a breath from his mask and grabbed your hips, pulling you in close. His mouth attached itself to your neck and licked and nipped at the soft skin there. You move your head to the side to give him more access and shudder when his fangs scrape over your skin. Jake pulls away lightly to look at your nipples that were now poking through your tank top and runs his thumbs over them. You gasp and bite your bottom lip, squeezing your thighs together. You couldn't take this any longer.

"Daddy please." You whine.

"I know, pretty girl." Jake lovingly bumps his nose against your cheek and lifted your tank top over your head, "look at these pretty tits."

You nearly fell when his long tongue circled one of your nipples and your hands catch his shoulders to steady yourself. Jake's tail flicked in amusement behind him as his large fingers fumbled with the button of your shorts, but he eventually got it and shoved your shorts down your legs. Jake could smell you before, but now it was like a slap to the face.

"You really need Daddy's cock, huh baby?" Jake teased as he used two fingers to rub your clit through your panties.

"Yes yes fuck." You moaned and dig your nails into his shoulders. "Please fuck me." You pleaded.

"Someone is impatient today." He teased. "Lay down and spread your legs, sweetheart."

You didn't need to be told twice. You lay back onto your discarded clothes that were on the floor and parted your legs. Jake grabbed the back of your knees and pushed your legs to your chest, diving in-between your legs and immediately running his tongue from your entrance to your clit causing you to cry out. He groaned at how impossibly wet you were and focused his attention on your clit while he inserted two fingers inside of you.

"Daddy! Oh my god." You mewled as he finger fucked you.

"You're so cock hungry you don't even need to be prepped, sweet girl." Jake still continued his assault on your cunt and curled his fingers inside of you while flicking his tongue on your clit.

"Please." You begged and whined. "I need your cock. Please please please." Your legs shook from the exertion.

"Well, since 'ya asked so nicely." Jake chuckled as he moved to sit on his knees and manhandled you into his lap, letting your hips fall between his legs to get the perfect angle. "So small." He mumbled to himself.

You grew excited whenever he just maneuvered you exactly where he wanted since the size difference could make positioning harder. Jake's strength also allowed him to hold you with ease. He lets the tip of his cock glide up and down until it caught itself at your entrance and he leans forward, letting your cunt him guide him in. The both of you moan in relief as he sinks in. You moans were shaky and you reach forward to run your hands down his stomach, letting your nails graze his skin causing the skin to jolt from your touch.

"Daddy!" You mewled as you ran your hand over your lower stomach. "So deep."

Jake grunted and gradually picked up his pace, the sound of him fucking you filling the room. You looked so perfect like this with your legs shaking and your eyes rolling backwards as he hits that perfect spot so perfectly and quickly. His hands squeezed your hips and leaned forward, catching you in a heated and messy kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck and whimper as your tongues dance.

Jake's ears were relaxed downwards and his tail flicked wildly. He was letting his moans and whimpers run wild as he fucked you. You were so warm and tight, yet you took his cock like a champ. He pulled away to watch your breasts bounce at his efforts. He wrapped one arm around your lower back to keep you in place while his other hand moved to circle on your clit.

"That's right, baby." Jake moaned lowly as you arched your back, "daddy should stop doubting 'ya. You can always take his cock, huh?" He chuckled.

"Mmm, always." You said pathetically and close your eyes as the pleasure was too good. Your mind was all fuzzy. You could feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Daddy loves your pussy, sweet girl." He rasped out as his thrusts became more desperate. "You gonna come?"

You open your eyes to meet his large amber ones and nod, biting your bottom lip. "P-please. Oh fuck." You whined as it approached very quickly.

That's when it washed over you and left you feeling white hot with your thighs shaking. Jake's hands moved back to your hips to land some final hard and lazy thrusts as he came deep inside of you, almost growling at his pleasure. His fingers digging deep into your skin. Even in your post-orgasm bliss you reach to his mask around his neck and shakily bring it up to his face. Jake gently smiles before taking a deep breath from it.

"Thank you, baby girl." Jake mumbled and nudged the side of your head with his nose and followed it with a kiss.

He slowly lifts you off of his dick and into his lap, letting your small form curl up into him. His large hand smoothed your hair down and moved it away from your neck. Jake cupped both sides of your neck and angle your head up towards him so he can see your face.

"You okay?" Jake rubs his thumbs on your cheek as he asks.

"You always take good care of me, Jake." You giggle and then hum at the affection.

Jake let a cheeky grin come across his face and his tail flicked up at the praise, "damn right I do." He boasted.

"Alright, big boy." You smiled and then shook your head, "don't make me take it back." You teased.

"You can't after I just fucked you like that." He said.

"Ugh, Jaaake." You groaned and let your head fall back into his chest.

"Seriously though. I'm definitely going to keep making excuses to come see you here more if that means we don't have to deal with that stupid mask." Jake pet your head again.

"Hey, that mask keeps me alive." You pouted.

"Yeah yeah." Jake laughed.



[k-nayee]

Muse Benson Boone

wc: 3.2k a/n: Song Inspiration: once again Death Wish Love by Benson Boone; recommend you listen while reading!! ngl y'all, I kinda have it down bad for ya boi here. smh just had to make one for him😭😭

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It wasn’t hard to remember the first time you met Benson Boone.

You hadn’t expected much from the day, just a casual introduction Katy insisted on making when he was fresh off American Idol.

I mean, the Katy Perry? Who were you to refuse?

Besides you weren’t exactly a seasoned pro yourself—still finding your own rhythm in the music industry.

And so, it started off with little things: drafts of songs, small tweaks here and there.

You helped him refine early tracks, most notably Ghost Town—the one that truly put him on the map.

After that he started coming to you more and more. As his fame grew, so did your friendship. Pretty soon you became one of his permanent co-writers.

Now years later, you’d both grown up around each other. You’d seen him go through breakups, career stresses, and moments of doubt.

And he’d seen you juggle college, deal with your own personal issues, and (more than once) whine about how finding a decent guy seemed impossible.

Benson would always chuckle at that and tease you with lighthearted remarks, but you both knew that dating wasn’t really something you prioritized.

Maybe it was because of your grandfather’s old-school advice—always reminding you that most men wanted one thing which was what was between your legs.

It was drilled into your head so much that even when someone did show interest, you were quick to put them off.

Benson had been the exception to a lot of your rules though. Him and that attractive boy-next-door smile and the messy curls....

Ahem. Anyways.

There was even a brief period of time (you 18, him 20) when you felt a flicker of something more.

You would be hyper-aware of his closeness, how your heart would skip when he leaned in too close. But you’d buried those feelings fast.

He was your friend and he didn’t need you complicating that.

Now at 19, you were over it. Whatever crush you’d harbored was long gone, and Benson seemed content with your dynamic too.

He had never shown any romantic interest in you—he was always tangled up in his own relationships. And you?

You had your songwriting, your studies, and your life to keep you busy. There was no room to think about him like that.

But things had a funny way of changing...

You were in the studio with Benson. He was sitting across from you, head tipped back as he stared up at the ceiling in frustration.

“I don’t know,” he mutters, finally breaking the silence, “I just feel like everything I’m writing sounds the same.”

You glance up from your laptop, eyebrow raised. “You’re in a funk. It happens.”

He groans in response, still staring at the ceiling. “Yeah but it’s more than that. I want to try something new...something different.”

You lean back in your chair and wait for him to elaborate. He sits up suddenly, eyes narrowing with thought before they flicker to yours.

“I’ve been thinking,” he begins before pausing for dramatic effect. “What if I tried something in the country genre?”

A surprised laugh escapes your lips before you can stop it. “Country music? You?”

He rolls his eyes in attempt to play it off as if it’s no big deal, but you can see the determination behind them. “Why not?”

You lean forward with a smirk. “Let me guess: bit by the Cowboy Cater bug, huh? Beyoncé's album got you feeling all rustic and rugged?”

He laughed a little flustered, shaking his head. “No it’s not that. I just—” He hesitated, and that’s when you caught it.

Beneath his usual confidence there was something else. Uncertainty.

Benson was never unsure when it came to his music, but this? It was new territory for him.

“I want to branch out, you know? Try something that’s different from what I’ve been doing.”

You watched him carefully, noticing the way his fingers drummed lightly against the armrest of his chair.

For all the joking, there was a frustration underneath it. He felt he wasn’t as creative as he usually was and it was bothering him.

After a beat of silence, you nod and cross your arms. “I get it. You’re ready to shake things up.”

“Exactly,” his expression relaxes a little as he saw you weren’t just teasing him anymore.

You pause when a spark of an idea hits you. “You know...I think I might know just the place to help kickstart your country boy era.”

His eyebrows lift. “Oh?”

A grin spread across your face.  “What if we went to my hometown? You’ll find all the inspiration you need there.”

There’s a beat of silence as Benson considers your offer, his lips curving into a soft smile. “You’d really take me down there?”

“Why not?” you say with a shrug. “Could be fun. And you’ll get all the authentic country vibes you’re looking for.”

He chuckles with a small nod. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s do it.”

You beamed, already buzzing with excitement. “Great! I’ll book everything. Trust me you’re going to love it.”

He smiled back, his gaze lingering on you just a second too long before he turned away. “I trust you.”

════════════════*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*═════════════════

The moment you and Benson roll into your hometown, the air feels different.

It’s been a while since you’ve been back home, and the nostalgia washes over you in waves the closer you drive.

You catch Benson glancing out the window as if he's trying to soak in the vibe of the small Southern town.

After a few minutes of driving, he finally breaks the silence. “So...are we heading straight to the hotel?”

You glance at him with a sly grin. “Actually I’ve got a better idea.”

He raises an eyebrow intrigued but doesn’t press. He’s always trusted you, especially when it comes to things like this. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re pulling up to the familiar gates of Chickadee Country Club.

As the headlights sweep over the sign, memories of summer jobs, long shifts, and late-night laughs flood your mind.

Rolling down the window as you approach the security gate, the guard’s flashlight flickers over your car before the beam lands on you.

A wide grin breaks across the guard’s face the moment he recognizes you. “Well I’ll be damned! Ain’t that [Mom Name]’s girl? What you doin’ down here sweetheart? Thought you’d be up there with the big-time celebs writin’ them songs and whatnot.”

You roll your eyes already smiling. “Very funny, Earl. I’m here for a job.”

Earl lets out a laugh, his wrinkled face creasing in amusement. “A job huh? What, you run outta money already?”

“Ha ha, ya got me.” you say dryly, shooting him a sarcastic look. “Now will you let me through Earl? Or are you gonna keep me out here all night ya old coot?”

Earl chuckles as the gate slowly begins to open.

“Well since ya asked so nicely,” he drawls, flashing you a wink. “Don’t get lost now. Place ain’t changed much, but it still got a way of confusin’ city folk.”

As you pull through Benson snorts beside you. “Ran out of money huh?” he asks with a teasing grin as you park into the parking space.

You shrug. “Times are tough.”

Stepping out of the car, you glance back at him as he follows. “C’mon. I want to show you where the magic happens.”

Benson lets out a low whistle. “So this is where you worked?”

“Yup. Chickadee Country Club. I basically lived here for years.”

He raise an eyebrow as he get into step beside you. “So what did you do here? Let me guess—bev cart girl?”

You let out a loud laugh at that. “God, no. Everything else but that. Food running, banquet serving, bartending... you name it, I did it.”

“Bartending before 21?” His eyes widen slightly as he looks over at you. “But isn't that like—”

“Illegal?” You shoot him a mischievous smirk, leaning in just a little closer. “Just don’t tell anyone. Shhhh”

He lets out a laugh at that, the sound warm in the cooling night air.

Your smile soften at the sight, but before he could notice you brush it off and elbow him lightly.

“Welp! Who knows,” you jump a head of him with a pep in your step, “might even meet the love of your life here.”

Benson huffs with a shake of his head as he watches you head toward the glass doors of the club.

His gaze lingers, the fondness inside his chest growing the longer he watches you.

“Yeah,” he mutters to himself. “Hopefully.”

*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.* 

You push open the glass doors of the country club, stepping into the familiar scent of polished wood and faint lemon cleaner.

It’s closing time and the place is quiet, but you can already hear the distant chatter of a few late-night staffers finishing up for the evening.

Benson lingers behind you, eyes sweeping over the dark wood paneling and framed photos of golf tournaments long past.

“____! Well look what the cat dragged in!”

You barely have time to react before Mirabel, one of your old coworkers, rushes up to you with open arms.

She pulls you into a tight hug, her dark curls bouncing as she lets out an excited squeal.

“Mirabel!” you laugh as you hug her back. “Long time no see.”

Mirabel pulls away just long enough to look you up and down, her eyes sparkling with surprise. “Señorita where have you been? I thought you’d abandoned us all for the fancy Hollywood life!”

“Not quite,” you joke before perking up when your gaze fell on a familiar petite figure hunched over the computer nearby.

Taylor. She hasn’t changed a bit—still the same auburn ponytail bouncing behind her and freckles splashed across her pale skin like stars in the night sky.

You grab Benson’s arm in excitement as you whisper, “You want country inspiration right?”

Without waiting for an answer you pull him towards her.

“Taylor!” you call once close enough.

The redhead glances up, and for a split second, confusion crosses her face before recognition hits.

Her expression transforms and lights up like a firework. “Well slap my ass and call me a biscuit! ____! Where the hell have you been girl?”

Her thick Southern twang makes you giggle as you rush over to give her a tight hug. “I’ve been round! You know, making music and living that L.A. life. But I’m back for a few days to work on a new project.”

Taylor's green eyes brighten with curiosity. “Oh yeah? What kinda project?”

You glance back at Benson who’s offering a sheepish smile.

Before you can even introduce him, Taylor’s eyes widen and her jaw drops.

“Oh my God,” she's starstruck. “Benson Boone! I didn’t know you were friends with the Benson Boone!”

You suppress a laugh as Benson waves shyly. “Hi uh...nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet—girl, do you know how fine he is in real life?” Taylor mutters under her breath, though loud enough for you to hear.

You bite back a grin knowing full well that Benson heard it too by the way he flushes.

“Yeah I’ve noticed,” you reply with a wink, earning a playful slap on the arm from Taylor.

She’s just about to launch into another flurry of questions, the sound of fast-approaching footsteps catches your attention.

“My baby!” 

Before you can react, you’re snatched into a familiar embrace and smothered in kisses.

“Oh ____! My sweet baby!” Your mom’s voice echoes in the lobby as she holds onto you, her grip like iron. “When did you get here? You weren’t even gonna tell your own mama you were home?”

“Hey Ma...” you mumble, struggling to breathe as she finally pulls back.

Your mom’s tearful face quickly morphs into one of irritation, and before you can say a word, she smacks you upside the head. “Uh ow?”

“Now when the hell did you get here? And where are you even staying?” she demands, hands on her hips now. “You couldn’t even come stay at the house? What, you ashamed of where you were raised?!”

“Ma please,” you groan, already feeling the heat of embarrassment crawl up your neck as you catch Benson’s teasing gaze from the corner of your eye. “I just got in tonight, and I’m staying at a hotel because—well, there won't be any room at the house. I’ve got company.”

You gesture over to Benson who offers your mom an awkward wave. Her stern expression melts instantly the moment she sees him.

“Oh? And who is this handsome fella?” She strides over to Benson, sizing him up with a playful smile. Her hand reaches out to pinch his cheek. “You ____’s boyfriend?”

“Ma!” You practically shriek, feeling your face heat up.

“That’s Benson Boone Miss [Mom’s Name],” Taylor chimes in, still wide-eyed and giddy. “He’s like, one of the biggest artists right now. You know that song Ghost Town? That’s him!”

Your mom’s eyebrows shoot up, her smile widening with delight. She turns back to you with an amused glint in her eye.

“Oh Benson...Ain’t he that boy you used to gush about all the time? Didn’t you have the biggest crush on him or something?”

Your stomach flips and you feel like the ground just dropped out from under you.

'Did she really just say that?' You’re suddenly hyper-aware of Benson standing right beside you, and when you glance at him, you can see the surprise in his eyes.

He’s looking at you now, and it makes your pulse race.

“Wha—I—” you stammer, trying to think of anything to say that will save you from this situation. “I didn’t—psssh, what are you—” You wave your hand dismissively, avoiding Benson’s eyes completely.

“Anyway uh, Taylor!” You shift gears so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash. “I heard you’re throwing a party tonight. Mind if we crash?”

Taylor’s head perks up immediately, her excited energy pulling everyone back into a lighter mood. “Oh! You saw my post huh? Yeah we’re havin’ a get-together at the ranch. Y’all should definitely come!”

She turns to your mom. “Miss [Mom’s Name], you wanna join too?”

Your mom waves her off with a chuckle. “Oh honey, I’m not as spry as I used to be for these late-night things.”

Taylor leans in conspiratorially. “My single uncle’s gonna be there...you know, the one with the salt-n-pepper beard?”

Your mom raises an eyebrow. “The one with the big truck and cattle ranch?”

Taylor nods eagerly. 

Without missing a beat, your mom starts unties her apron and toss it onto a nearby table. “Well what are we waitin’ for then? Let’s get to that party!”

*.·:·.☽✧✧☾.·:·.* 

As you and Benson pull up to Taylor’s family ranch, the sounds of laughter and music spill into the air.

The party’s already in full swing—bonfires flickering across the open field and the twang of guitars blending with the rhythm of boots stomping on wooden boards.

You can see people dancing in pairs, moving in perfect sync as the night seems to pulse with life.

Benson stood next to you. His eyes dart everywhere, from the rows of fairy-string lights that hung between the trees to the smoky haze from the fire pits that slowly disappeared into the star-filled sky.

You can tell he’s taking it all in—the Southern atmosphere, the energy, the warmth of it all.

“Overwhelmed yet?” your tone is light when you ask with a grin.

He chuckles and shake his head. “Nah this is...different. In a good way.”

“Well get ready to be fully indoctrinated into Southern fun,” you tease before stepping toward the party. “Come on city boy.”

He follows behind you, staying close by your side.

There’s a brief pause when you both reach the edge of the party. It almost seemed like the music’s vibrations are in the air itself, buzzing with a wild kind of energy.

Taylor spots you immediately from where she’s mingling with some friends and makes a beeline for you. “Well look at what the wind blew in!” she exclaims.

In one hand she holds a light-up cowboy hat, and in the other, a bundle of glowstick necklaces. “Here y’all gonna need these.”

She places the cowboy hat on your head with a flourish and tosses a couple of glowsticks over Benson’s shoulders, the neon bands glowing faintly against his dark shirt.

Benson laughs, awkwardly adjusting the glowsticks around his neck. “What do you think? Do I look the part?”

You smirk, tugging the hat lower on your head. “You’re getting there. Just need to find you a pair of cowboy boots and you’ll be all set.”

Taylor nudges you with her elbow. “C'mon! What are y’all? Stalks of corn waiting to be shucked or sum? Get out there and have some fun!”

Letting out a laugh, you turn to Benson who’s watching the dancers with something like curiosity—and maybe just a hint of apprehension.

“You decide what you’re gonna write about yet wannabe-country boy?” You peer at him through your lashes, leaning closer so he can hear you speak over the loud music.

Your warm breath against his skin makes him shiver.

You miss the way his gaze flickers to your lips before darting back to your eyes, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

He clears his throat, trying to shake off the strange unexpected reaction. “Uh...n-not yet no.”

Your smile softens and you give him a reassuring nudge. “You’ll get there. You always do. Just let me know when inspiration strikes, ‘kay?”

With that, you give him a final playful wink before spinning away to join Taylor on the dance floor.

You’re immediately pulled into the rhythm of the music, laughing as Taylor spins you around.

From the sidelines Benson watches, standing next to your mom who has already struck up a conversation with someone nearby (but she kept an eye on him).

And honestly? He can’t take his eyes off you.

Under the string lights and with the bonfire flickering in the distance, there’s something different about you tonight.

You’re radiant, laughing freely as your face lights up with a glow that has nothing to do with the hat Taylor tossed on your head.

You move through the world so effortlessly, so full of life....

It was in this moment Benson realized just how much he enjoys your presence.

Yeah he always loved having you around, but now there’s something else—a shift, subtle but undeniable.

Lyrics begin to form through his mind, each word tied to the way you moved, to the weight of this new unfamiliar feeling.

How could something so delicate also be dangerous?

His heart beats a little faster, like he’s seeing you for the first time.

You glance back at him from the dance floor and something warm and unfamiliar settles in his chest.

I get so terrified that I’m gonna lose you...And I’ll die if I do...

You smile and wave him over, but Benson stays where he is. Instead he's frozen by this sudden, terrifying realization that he might be falling for you.

As if sensing what he was thinking, your mom nudges him gently. “Found your inspiration yet sweetheart?”

Her voice pulls him back to the present, but his gaze never leaves as you dance under the glow of the lights.

A soft, breathless sigh escapes him as he answers, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah...I think I have.”

It's a death wish love...

[earthpleasures]

BON APPÉTİT !

Pietro Maximoff x fem!stripper!reader

Summary: Just a boring mission, what could do wrong?

Warnings: MDNI +18 / swearing, oral sex (m. receiving), body worshipping (m. receiving), dry humping, overstimulation, praise, nipple sucking, throat fucking, dom!reader, sub!pietro.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: istg some kind of horny demon took me over to write this

"'cause I'm all that you want, boy

all that you can have, boy

got me spread like a buffet

bon a, bon appétit, baby"

- bon appétit by katy perry.

Blinding lights of the strip club were pricking right into his eyeballs, making it hard to observe his surroundings. His hand rested on the header of the comfortable couch. He would be lying if he said the ongoing show wasn't appealing. However it wasn't why he was here.

He could run much faster than sound but he couldn't knock the formula this club's owner had in his palms. If Stark's calculations were right, and they always were, the tube carried formula may be made of bulletproof material but it wasn't going to stand the speed Pietro would be pushing on it when he runs.

Foolish, he thought.

He scoffed as he swirled his whiskey in its glass. Where the hell was this man? He couldn't possibly take news of mission and fly out of his grip. But Pietro's careful eyes couldn't spot the motherfucker.

As music came to an end, the crowd let out exaggerated protesting noises. Mood rose back to its original rhythm when new dancers took their places on stage. Another song began to play, one he could evaluate with the term ‘lively’ rather than the previous erotic one.

He really wanted to be done and go back to the compound. Obnoxiously loud sound of Katy Perry was going to damage his eardrums if they kept blasting the goddamn speakers like this.

Song was slowly rising to its peak, men and women around the strippers were throwing money every direction in the company of obscene profanities. Their desperation made him nauseated. Damn, some people have zero dignity.

It wasn't like he was going to catch the owner anytime soon, so he made a decision. Why not enjoy the show while time passes?

He couldn't choose who to watch, they were all dancing excellently. No wonder it says ‘VIP’ on the front. But that wasn't his concern anymore because his eyes, in fact, caught a girl.

Dusty pink hair, a black leather set left too little to imagine, painful looking heels.

There was no fucking way that hair was her own hair, it had to be a wig to look this perfect.

His eyes locked to her figure, moving flawlessly. On her knees, her body rippled against the pole with the roll of a professional, long crimson nails slowly climbed their way to her neck from her crotch.

‘Cause I’m all that you want, boy,

All that you can have, boy.

She stood up languidly and wrapped a leg around the pole. Letting herself fall backwards, she arched back, pushing her breasts up. Arms extended forward like she wanted everyone to reach her, touch her. From the distance, he could barely read a line from her lips.

Bon appétit, baby.

He swallowed, shifting uncomfortably on his leather couch. The pants he wore began to tighten around his lower body, he could feel the sweat beads rolling from his neck all the way down to his abs. This wasn't good.

Nudging a palm over his obvious erection didn't relieve any tension his stressed body carried. He bit inside of his mouth, chewing on his cheek's tissue. His fingertips itched to touch, to feel.

After a swipe of his tongue over his lip, he raised his hand slightly, signaling a waiter to come closer. Waiter looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Anything sir?” He pointed at the dusty pink haired girl on the stage. “What's her name?” Waiter turned his head back to pinpoint the stripper in question. A knowing smile tugged at his lips. “Nice taste. Celestia.”

When Pietro narrowed his eyes with a confused who the fuck would name their child ‘Celestia’ stare, he couldn't contain his snicker. “It's her stage name. We’re not allowed to give out their real names unless they're willing.” Pietro wanted to laugh, atleast club gave their strippers some rights.

“Makes sense. I want a room for Celestia.” Waiter nodded as he noted down his name. “Enjoy your ride, buddy.” He smirked before refilling his whiskey glass. Pietro didn't say anything back to the man as he retreated to the suffocating crowd.

When show came to an end, one of the waiters headed in his direction and gave him a ticket-like paper. The red, glowing calligraphic sign was placed in the right direction of his seat.

After a moment of hesitation, he pulled his weight up to make his way. The hallway was long, housing many rooms, different light colors were leaking from under the doors of some of the rooms. Music sounds were almost deaf to ears, he guessed the rooms to be soundproof.

Attendant unlocked the door for him after checking his room's number. Before letting him in, he stopped Pietro. “As I can see, it's your first time here, mate. There are two rules. You have twenty minutes with stripper and it is absolutely forbidden to touch stripper.” After a nod of his head, he was allowed in.

The inside was as good as he expected. A pole, white leather couch and lights were placed in the room. Black walls surprisingly didn't feel claustrophobic. It didn't seem like any camera was placed around.

His palms were sweating, perhaps from excitement, perhaps from stress.

Couch was comfy, it felt like sinking into the clouds. His breath hitched when he sensed a click on the door handle. Adjusting his position, he gulped down the lump sitting on his throat. I shouldn't do this. I am here for a mission. This is so wrong. Wanda is going to kill me-

His flowing thoughts were cut with her entrance. He could see the sinister lust emitting from her eyes, doubting she looked at all of her clients with such intensity. “So, today's delight is you.” She mumbled as she came closer step by step, quicking his pulse unnecessarily.

She licked her lips while dropping her hands on his knees. Leaning forward, her red painted lips ghosted over his ear. “Interesting to see a thing like you here.” One of her hands fastened on header of the couch to help herself as she strangled his lap. She groaned in surprise when his hard-on pressed against her.

“Woah, you're a big boy, aren't you?” All he could do was to look up to her like a stupid puppy, waiting for her to do something since he couldn't touch her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, rocking her hips back and forth against his clothed cock. He moaned through his clenched teeth. ‘Fighting his inner demons’ would be the name he would give to his urge of groping the tits in front of his eyes and mouth.

“You would’ve felt so good inside.” She pouted mockingly, her hand running on his hair. “But we ain't getting time for that.” A subtle chuckle left her lips. “Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?” His lips quivered before answering her question.

“No, it's just… you. You're so mesmerizing.” Well, it was too late to take his words back once they left his mouth.

I think my brain just short circuited.

“Aren't you a sweet talker?” She whispered as her manicured nails traveled down, trailing a line between his abs over his shirt. “Normally, I would've given you a nice lap dance and maybe some humping.” To press on her statement, she rocked her hips harder to his crotch.

“However, I decided to do you a favor.”

She got off of his lap. “What, no.” He reached out in a panicked state which was stupid due to no-touching policy. “Easy, I am here for the next sixteen minutes.” She smirked, standing over him with a hungry gaze. It's been so long since she had any actual intimacy with anyone and he looked like a delicious treat.

She got on her knees, her hands massaged his firm thighs. “God, men like you should be put in a museum.” She breathed as she ran her hand over his bulge. Her fingers didn't even fumble on his zipper, immediately pulling it all way down after she undid his jeans’ button. He lifted his hips to help her as she pulled his boxers and pants down to his ankles.

Her pupils dilated as she focused on his cock, it was resting on his stomach with a painfully red tip. Her thumb pressed on his tip, smearing bead of precum over his skin. He let out a pathetic whimper. “I-i.. is this o-okay?” He almost quacked during his sentence when she spat on his shaft and wrapped her hand around it.

“Probably not. But they will understand a girl in need.” She looked up to him.

Disheveled hair, hazy eyes, flushed cheeks. I want to swallow him.

He was getting impatient, but still didn't move. What was meaning of moving if he couldn't touch her?

It took just a lick from bottom to top for him to buck his hips. She held his hips firmly, settling him down. “No, no. Let me do my thing.” He bit his lips, maybe hard enough to withdraw blood. “Please, I've been waiting-” Her mouth suddenly enveloped his cock, taking it half way with her eyes observing his reaction.

He cried out due to shock, clawing at the fabric underneath his grip. His hand reached out to tangle his fingers to her hair, but before he could, she caught his hand. She pulled away from him. “No touching.”

Sizing up his strong figure, she made a shift on her plan. “Take off your shirt.” His trembling fingers peeled the tshirt of his body. She could feel her mouth going dry with the sight of his bare torso.

Before she could control herself, her fingers wandered on his firm chest and abs. His pale skin was stained with scars. Almost each of them looked like they were telling a different story.

She rose on her knees, running her tongue on his abs. Texture of the scars caught on her tongue, causing him to clutch onto one of the cushions and bite inside of his mouth.

She pressed her thumb on his nipple, feeling it harden under her touch. She circled her finger on his areola, wrapping her lips around the neglected one. A moan left his lips.

Satisfied and encouraging by the noises he let out, she draped her arms around his waist, pushing him against her mouth.

“W-wait-” She pulled away with a pop sound, leaving his chest aching. “What's wrong?” She asked as she pressed a kiss to one of his scars, then to another, then to another.

He looked down at her. “It's too-”

“Overstimulating? That's the purpose.” She smirked at his naiveness.

She sucked marks all over his chest, kissing each of the scars and soothing the ache she left with a run of her tongue. His labored breaths became unstable during her treatment. God, it fucking felt like being worshipped.

And finally she went back to her original plan. Hand wrapped around his shaft, she began to stroke him. “You're not some kind of loser who has no hole to fill, are you?” She planted a kiss over his tip. “You're different.”

She suckled on the tip, treating it like a tasty lollipop. “Well, can't say I care.” Without breaking eye contact she went down slowly, inch by inch. Even after all the times she gave a blow job, she couldn't deep throat him like she wanted to. His tip reached the back of her throat, hitting there repeatedly as she bobbed her head.

Tears filled her eyes, forcing her to let go of him. He didn't care about the shitty policy, running his thumb over her cheek and wiping her tears away. “You don't have to if it's hard for you.”

But she didn't let him rest, jerking him off when she didn't have him down to her throat. “But I want to.” Her free hand tangled her fingers to his, bringing it to her skin. “Touch me.” He raised an eyebrow.

“But I thought-”

“I am letting you.”

And that was enough for him. His both hands cupped her cheeks. He leaned down and smashed his lips against hers, tasting the smeared lip gloss and himself. Getting impatient, she pushed him back to the couch.

She put her hands on his thighs to balance her weight as he tugged at her strands pushing her all the way down even though she gagged around him. She hollowed her cheeks and pressed her tongue underside of him while he bucked his hips somewhat violently, fucking her throat on his pace.

She cupped his balls, massaging them to encourage his orgasm. She could sense his legs shivering under her palms. He was close. With thought of it may help, she moaned around him, and it worked.

He shot down rope after rope to her throat, not even allowing her to breath. Aftermath of the orgasm was violent on his body. His cock twitched as she pulled out and got up.

Strangling him again, it was her turn to kiss him. It was sloppy, teeth against teeth with a mix of lust and rush. He remembered the fact he was allowed to touch, so he did. His hand roamed on her skin, pressing her against his chest.

Red light illuminated the room. Time to part.

He wiped her lips with his shirt, fixing her hair as much as he could. “Will you be okay? What if your boss gets angry?” He questioned, hands softly placed on her waist.

She giggled. “He will understand. Women have urges too.”

He laughed. “You're a surprising woman.” He said as she got off his lap.

“Sure I am. And I would like to see you again.”

With one last peck over his bruised lips, she parted from the room. Leaving Pietro behind disheveled and exhausted.

Now, how was he supposed to explain the wasted time he spent in the club and the hickeys to the team?

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Why One Direction will NEVER reunite: Friends tell KATIE HIND the desperately sad reason and truth...

Katie Hind

7–9 minuti

It was during the Australian leg of One Direction's mammoth global tour that Zayn Malik resolved to turn his back on fame.

Back then, in 2013, he was dating fellow popstar Perrie Edwards, whose band Little Mix were also on the road, and the young lovers both found themselves in Sydney.

Having been apart for weeks, they wanted to have a 'date night', only such was Zayn's popularity that 1D fans – Directioners as they called themselves – followed him and the rest of the band everywhere they went. The only way for Zayn to see Perrie was to sneak in through her hotel's laundry room.

For the singer, who like his fellow bandmates struggled with being in the limelight, the experience contributed to his decision to quit 18 months later in March 2015 – right in the middle of another world tour. He later cited 'stress' and the desire to be a 'normal 22-year-old'.

This was not an isolated incident: Zayn, now 32, and his bandmates Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson and the late Liam Payne, lived their late teens and early 20s as caged animals, unable to leave their hotel rooms to avoid a stampede of hysterical fans.

'This made them hate being in the band,' said one source who worked with them in their heyday. 'It was actually traumatic at times.'

And I'm told that it is this trauma that's behind One Direction's decision not to reunite, under any circumstances.

Not even when they were asked by the BRITs committee to come together for tonight's event at London's O2 Arena, to pay tribute to Liam, 31, who died in October after falling from a balcony in Buenos Aires, Argentina.

The answer was still a firm 'no'. It wasn't for the lack of trying, say BRITs insiders: 'Those in charge thought it would be a great moment, if ever there was a chance of getting the band to reform, it was this year.'

Instead, I'm told, there will be a 'special moment' in the show dedicated to the troubled singer who had watched Niall perform on his solo world tour just a few days before his death.

'There is no doubt that Harry, Zayn, Louis and Niall think about Liam all the time but there was no way they were going to do it,' said the source. They'd showed 'absolutely no interest' in performing in tribute to their former bandmate, the source added.

'They have happy memories, particularly of the early days, but towards the end things got pretty dreadful and they began to despise One Direction. There's no way they would get back on that stage, even Liam's death wasn't enough.

'You've got to remember that they were doing more than 120 gigs in a year at one point, flying around the world from hotel to hotel which they couldn't leave. They went on the X Factor as young solo singers not thinking in a million years that they would be as big as the Beatles.

'The attitude from Simon Cowell and the record label was that if they put the work in then they would never have to work again. The feeling among the group was that it was easy for their bosses to say.'

Since their split in January 2016, ten months after Zayn quit, the group have only been in the same room twice. 

Once was at Liam's funeral, at St Mary's church in Amersham last November; the previous time was back in November 2016 when Simon Cowell issued a three line whip for them to get to the X Factor studios to support Louis, who was performing a solo set on the show following his mother's death. Harry and Liam were 'fuming', but nevertheless, they travelled from the US to the London studio.

They refused to go on stage, however. Instead it was a private meeting in Louis's dressing room.

It would, of course, have been so poignant for One Direction to come together for this year's BRITs, an event at which they were not only recipients of seven awards. It would also be a night, I think, they'd actually enjoy.

For several years I'd watched them, knocking back wine and enjoying every minute of being stars of the show. For two years in a row, I also saw them at the show's after party at Mayfair's Arts Club, working the room like children in a sweet shop with Cowell watching on like a proud dad.

After a while, however, the mogul's enthusiasm for their hard work wore thin among the band members. Moreover, there was a feeling that despite making £30 million each from their five years as the world's biggest boyband, it was damaging their lives beyond repair.

'Harry and Liam would actually comment sometimes that they would rather have been at university,' said a friend of the band. 'Instead they basically became really f***** up. Some turned to drugs. It was pretty awful at times.'

It is not just their bad memories that have prevented the band from coming together, it would also be fair to say that relations between them are still strained. Towards the end of their time together, there were rumours that such were the levels of animosity within the group, that they would fly on two separate private jets.

Today, while Louis and Zayn remain close, having been a 'bit of a trio' with Liam, there is little love lost between them and Harry.

Even at Liam's funeral last November, Harry wasn't seen with any of his former bandmates, instead choosing to arrive with his friends James Corden and television producer Ben Winston. Meanwhile Zayn and Louis were seen deep in conversation outside the church.

And as for Niall, 31, sources say that he too has 'moved on' – arguably to bigger and better things as he now runs a talent agency for golfers, particularly bringing on women into the sport, as well as performing as a solo artist.

'He saw the band for what it was and took what he could from that time and built the rest of his life,' the source told me. 'Niall has just got on with it,' I'm told, and generally 'leads a very under-the-radar, quiet life.'

Then there is Harry, the 31-year-old heart-throb who signed a huge record deal which dwarfed the others back in 2016.

After much negotiation he went with Sony label Colombia, reportedly worth an eye-watering $80 million. As well as having number one hits, such as As It Was and Watermelon Sugar, he has also tried his hand at acting, winning roles in war movie Dunkirk and psychological thriller Don't Worry Darling. At the last count, he was said to be sitting on a personal fortune of £175 million.

'He is head and shoulders above the others in terms of his success,' says a band insider.

'His life is just so different, almost unrelatable to the others these days.'

While Harry remains one of the world's most popular and lucrative popstars, today Zayn – who has a four-year-old daughter Khai from his relationship with American model Gigi Hadid – lives an almost reclusive life on a farm in Pennsylvania.

Louis, 33, meanwhile, who has also had some success as a solo artist, exists very much under the radar in London.

'Getting back together would drag up the hurt,' says one source. 'They don't see the point in doing that, certainly not at the moment and probably never.'

Thank you for this!

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: You work at an alien intelligence subset of the government. You were asking to get abducted… you’re just getting an in-depth look at extraterrestrial life. Pairing: Alien!Keven x fem human!reader Tropes: supernatural au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: aliens, nonhuman Kevin Smut Warnings: fingering but with a tentacle, clitoral stimulation, breast play Word Count: 1,605 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ E.T. by Katy Perry

“There’s no way we just made contact…” Your coworker gasps.

You snap your head around, “We what?”

“We made contact! That UFO we spotted out by Saturn, we made contact!”

He starts scrambling around the room to scribble down wherever he can and runs out the door. He doesn’t even tell you where he’s going. You can only assume that he’s going to find your superiors to report the finding. You’re left with no answers as your coworker makes a mad dash for the door. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you walk towards the monitor that he had left open. The screen shows a rather blurry photo of the ship. From what you can tell, it’s enormous. Almost as if it could house an entire community. Just as you go to pull up the transmission you got from the ship. A bright beam of light blue surrounds you. Your heart rate spikes out of fear. You don’t know what’s happening or why. One moment, you’re standing in the lab, then next, you’re standing in what seems to be a command center. You stand out like a sore thumb in the space. Your messy bun, with safety goggles on the top of your head, your stark white lab coat, and blue gloves stand out in the dark space.

“Welcome to space,” a voice calls, “We’re orbiting Saturn right now. Of course, you already knew that.”

“Who are you?” You question. 

The creature turns around. His upper half looks human-esque. His hair is split horizontally. The top half of it is a stark white color, and the underneath is entirely the opposite. The color is so dark it nearly rivals the void outside the ship. His eyes are a golden color you’ve never seen before. It’s almost as if the color swirls around his wide pupils. As your eyes take in his form fully, you notice that his lower half is tentacles. It almost reminds you of the half-human, half-sea creature beings that you were told about in fairytales as a child. He stalks closer to you. The tentacles move as if they’re human legs but also move like an octopus’s tentacles as well. He doesn't have suction cups like a sea creature typically has, but you’re still fascinated by the deep purple appendages. 

He stops not but a foot from you. One of his tentacles barely touches your boot as he analyzes you. You feel small under his gaze, but you still love every moment of the feeling. It takes everything in you not to reach out and figure out exactly what he’s like. Your mind’s scientific nature begs you to analyze him just the way he’s analyzing you. Before you can reach out to get a feel of his physical form, he reaches out to touch you first. His hand is the same as a human's. His hand comes up under your chin, tipping your chin up. He has his chin tilted up, looking down his nose at you. Turning your head side to side, he lets out a slight hum.

“Maybe I should be asking you that.” He says, “Your lab is the one who sent us a transmission first.”

You let out a shaky breath, “It wasn’t me specifically.” 

“Still your lab, no?”

“Yes.”

He hums again, “You would never be able to pronounce my name. How about I find a human name for you to call me.”

“Which would be?”

The alien drops his hand from your chin. He moves and crosses his arms across his body as he thinks. He looks around the otherwise empty space. His golden eyes glow under the lights of the room. 

“How about Kevin?” He finally says.

You try to stifle a giggle, “Of all human names you could’ve chosen, you chose Kevin?” A snarl-like sound escapes his throat, “Is there an issue with that?”

A fire burns beneath his eyes as he questions you. You feel a shiver run through your body and center in your core.

“Nothing’s funny! I like it. I was just shocked you chose that over a more unique one!”

Kevin smirked, “You want to analyze my species so badly. Why don’t we both get a nice close encounter with each other, hmm?”

All you can do is nod and let him walk around you. You assume he wants you to follow, so you do. You take in your surroundings. The ship is nearly entirely composed of dark silver metal. There are bright white strips of light that follow down the pathway. You can’t be sure if they’re lights like at home or if there is some sort of other technology humans have yet to discover.

Kevin guides you further down this seemingly never-ending hall until you stop in front of what seems to be just part of the wall. The alien knocks a unique pattern, and a doorknob appears. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head with the notion of his species’ technological advances. Humans could never come close to what they’ve accomplished already. Pushing the door open, Keven gestures for you to step inside before him. Once you’re inside the room, Kevin pulls the door shut again. You watch as the door disappears and becomes nothing more than the wall again. Taking in this new environment, you notice it’s similar to a bedroom you’d see on Earth. It feels like a safe space for someone to relax and be themselves. There’s some sort of digital pad with a three-dimensional hologram half-drawn floating above it. Kevin moves toward it and taps a few things before the device goes black and sinks into a space on the surface.

“On the bed.” He states, “I want a close look at what you human women look like.”

You turn to locate the bed before sitting down on it, “Most women aren’t in my career field, and I’m not exactly dressed how I’d wish to be for this kind of encounter.”

He nods, “You humans put such a president on appearance… it’s a shame.”

“Well, humans are naturally drawn toward pretty things. Pretty is subjective.” 

Kevin nods again and undoes his outfit, letting it fall away from his body. You just mentioned that humans are naturally drawn to aesthetics. Now, you couldn’t be more right. Kevin’s human-like upper half is well-sculpted. He’s toned but not too bulky in any way. He’s like a walking wet dream. You subtly rub your thighs together, hoping Kevin doesn’t notice. His golden eyes immediately dart to the movement, though.

“Do humans get pleasure from that? Rubbing the upper portions of their legs together?”

“Not well, but, um, it does help a little sometimes.”

“Is it helping now?” The alien questions further.

You shake your head, “Not at all.”

Kevin’s golden eyes swirl with some unknown green flecks. He stares at you for a few moments. Then, your body feels bare. Not a single bit of clothing is on your body. You look around the room, and the clothing is nowhere to be seen. Kevin steps closer and notices the sheen of arousal coating your lower lips. Your eyes are blown wide with desperation as you notice his tentacles shifting as he calculates his next move.

“Is this how humans show their arousal? Do all humans’ genitalia grow wet? Is it always this wet? And these,” he brings a tentacle to toy with your nipple, causing you to moan, “These feed your young. Why are they erect?”

“C-can’t I answer your questions later? I need something inside me!”

Kevin brings another dark purple tentacle to wrap around your thigh and push it so that your cunt is exposed to him properly. Another moves to gently rub along the edge of your entrance. His eyes are fixated on your wet core. The appendage pushes into you, and you let out a loud moan. You deduce that he must have some sort of telepathic knowledge of what you want next, or it’s simple curiosity, but he starts thrusting the tentacle into you while a third, much smaller one, fixates on your clit. The first one continues to play with your chest. The entire experience is too much to process at once.

You fall back against the bed and spread your legs further apart as he starts to thrust the tentacle into you harder and faster. The smaller one focused on your clit starts to rub the bud quicker and harder as well. Just as you go to warn him of your impending orgasm, it shocks its way through your system. You shake and convulse on the bed as he continues to toy with your body. His eyes are full of perverted fascination as you moan nonsense in any language known to either of you. 

When you pant, catching your breath, as you come down from your high, Kevin pulls his tentacles off of your body and comes closer to your sensitive core. His breath puffs against your wet folds, making you both desperate for more, and you hope he lets you have a small break to recuperate.

“I’ve done some research on you humans.” He starts, “What I found was that nearly 60% of females don’t find true pleasure in these activities. Even more, don’t react the way your body just did. Did I do something special, or are you one of the rare females that can react this way?”

You gasp when he runs his finger through some of your arousal, “You definitely worked some magic with those tentacles.”

“Wanna see what else these tentacles can do?” He asks with a suggestive lilt, “You haven’t finished your close encounter yet?”

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[bluestarjay]

Kind of a part 2 of genius/"chronically online" deku 💀💀

Idgaf about the timeline/setting of the show, so in my head, he was a typical weird kid. When he wasn't doing quirk analysis stuff, he was drawing creepypasta fanart. He was watching Markiplier play fnaf and stuff, yk? He was a Tumblr kid.

His queer awakening was probably Eyeless Jack or Ben Drowned 💀💀 And Shinsou was fs also into creepypasta, but he was more into Jeff the Killer and Smile Dog.

I love that so many people have agreed that deku writes/reads fanfic bc that's actually so funny like ik that when the bullying at school got too bad he'd start daydreaming about being taken away to the slender mansion 😭😭😭 tbh that's really sad ik but it's trueee

"Sorry for the late upload for this chapter, guys!! I actually broke both my arms, including my fingers, and fractured my leg :( Im all better now, tho!!" And then later on, "Heyyy, sorry again about late updates, I actually had to infiltrate a Yakuza organization and save a little girl :) lmk what you think of this chapter!!!" And everybody is like HUH

When he first found out that fanfic was a thing, he read a lot of x reader stuff ❤️❤️

Ohhhh, he was probably a gacha kid, too.

He watched a gacha video with "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry and was like, "Girls can like girls???" And found himself down a rabbit hole of queerness 💀💀 he watched the "Little Game" by Benny glmvs, LMAOOO AND "Stand Out Fit In" BY ONE OK ROCK yk the ones where everybody was like, yeah, I'm a girl, and I skateboard. What about it?? 🤨✊️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈" THE PRIDE MONTH SPECIALSSSS LMAOOA

Edit; I'm reading a fic rn in which aizawa and deku watch Iron Man (fairly minor, not a huge plot point or anything, but I can still give link ��‍♂️🤷‍♂️) and I'm realizing that like,, holy shit he would love Marvel. He would resonate with Spiderman SO MUCHHHH and he n Sero can be buddies who talk about the MCU together and he'd start crying bc Peter and Tony are literally him and All Might (If I had a nickel for every time an older rich guy adopted a teenage boy who was (somewhat) poor I'd have two nickels <33)

[ladyelissarose]

‘Awful Choice’

‘COD IMAGINE’

To calm your nerves during an intense mission, you make it a point to sing lowly, to the point where it almost blends with the wind in a united melody. But sometimes your songs choices can be creepy and send chills up someone’s spine.

Your calling is ‘Melody’ and the song you’re singing is ‘Panic Room’ by Au/Ra

You 3 are searching inside an abandoned building, during a dark and lightning thunderstorm...

Melody who’s taking advantage of the echoing in the building; ‘Hell raising, hair raising... 

 I'm ready for the worst

So frightening, face whitening

Fear that you can't reverse’

Soap who is already terrified of the darkness and soft falling rain;

Melody, lass, please.. ya couldn’ pick somethin’ else eh? Like a Katy Perry song?’

Ghost who is actually enjoying this;

‘Let her continue Johnny, it’s actually calming my nerves.’

Soap rolling his eyes and ignoring the chill going up his arms and spine; ��Jeeeeesus these guys are psychopaths..’

Melody continuing while smiling to herself proudly at Ghost’s words;

‘My phone has no signal

It's making my skin crawl

The silence is so looooooud’

Soap about to pass out after seeing a lighting flash through the window;

‘No no no’

Melody right behind him; ‘Welcome to the panic room

Where all your darkest fears are gonna

Come for you...’

Ghost whispering in the darkness in front of him; ‘Come for you, come for you...’

Soap hugging his legs swaying on the floor; ‘I want to go hooome.’

On the next mission...

Price who’s partnering up everyone;

‘So for this one, Soap, Ghost and Melody will be partnered-‘

Soap on his knees hugging Price’s legs;

‘Please don’t let me stay with them!!’

Melody showing Ghost a new playlist;

‘I like this one! It’s called ‘Demons’ by Imagine Dragons-‘

Ghost’s eyes widening in approval;

‘I like it.. Sing that one next time’

Melody and Ghost fist bumping;

‘Deal’

Price who kind of comprehends what’s up but doesn’t give much of a damn;

‘Just sing along Soap.. I promise you won’t feel as lonely or scared anymore.’

Soap looking at Melody and Ghost; 😳😱

Melody and Ghost eyeing him back;😎💀

[soupandsauce]

Sam Evans | Glee Poster Assignment headcannons

summary: imagine having to do a partner poster board as an assignment for glee. each pair of people (assigned by mr schue) is assigned a famous musician to make a poster about.

hearing the doorbell ring while you’re almost done making dinner made you jump slightly, mainly because it’s your crush from glee class, Sam.

your mom answering the door since you’re in the middle of straining food in the kitchen or something.

sam walking up behind you in the kitchen while you’re playing the food

“Wow, you really worked on this huh?” he says as he watches as you plate the dinner and walk over to the living room floor where the coffee table and poster supplies is.

“We’re gonna get this one in the bag.” you say

“i was OBSESSED with Katy Perry as a little girl and i have her movie and everything, i’ve even seen her in concert.” you say as you smile.

sam smiles too and laughs a bit at your geeking out. he likes how you’re makeup free, hair up in a pony, in your pjs. you just look so casual.

“alright then.” sam says, “lead the way.”

he seems like he’s actually enjoying the whole time you two spend together. watching the katy perry movie and gluing info onto the poster board. that’s why you liked sam, he wasn’t afraid to dive into more girly subjects. if he likes it, he likes it.

he recognizes a few of katy’s songs as the movie goes on and he sings along as you two make the poster, which makes you laugh.

“this is such a powerful moment because she’s just now going through a divorce with Russel Brand and is taking a breather before her show. Her self control and emotion regulation skills really show her maturity here.” you say as you pause the movie.

sam is watching with a sniffle

“i’m not sure which i wanna be more, Gaga or Katy…” Sam says. “Both are incredible in their own way and i can’t choose”

Sam asking for seconds from the dinner you made and licking his plate clean.

you two finish the poster halfway through the movie and just end up sitting on the living room floor with blankets and such.

turns into a light cuddle

then a heavy cuddle where you’re sitting imbetween sam’s legs and your back leaning against his chest with his arms around you.

[gothicprep]

in december, many of us watched a 4 hour long argument about plagiarism on youtube, and how bad this is for creativity more broadly. but here's another thing that bugs the hell out of me, that i'd argue is just as bad for creativity online: influencer circle-jerk. luckily, i can make my case for how disheartening this is in under 4 hours.

there's a podcast i listen to sometimes called otherworld. it's aiming to be the "this american life" of ghost stories, but its secondary purpose is also to give advertising plugs to the host's insufferable LA transplant friends. it's incidentally good when it's not doing that, but it's insufferable to listen to when it is.

some of the podcast guests include:

bonnie mckee, songwriter for the worst things that plagued your ears in the early 2010s, such as "california gurls" by katy perry and "dynamite" by taio cruz. poor bonnie's solo career never really took off – can't imagine why that is – but she's still giving it a go. incidentally, she started re-recording some songs that were left on the cutting room floor for an earlier album of hers in 2022, which lines up with when she appeared on the pod.

kareem rahma, also known as kareem on instagram, host of a tiktok series that's basically just bothering people on the subway for content. he's also co-founder of something called "nameless network", with some ex-vice employees (put a pin in vice, we'll come back to it later). the purpose of the company is making viral hack shit: "i promise this made for instagram pizza museum is more than a cynical waste of your time. pwomise 🥺". hmm, what do you know. vice is the outlet covering it. the host says they met at a dinner party thing in los angeles.

two episodes about a married couple named sean johns and gina. they're psychics but the real deal! there's definitely a real deal for this sort of thing! the wife is, as you may have already guessed, big on tiktok, and you should listen to her because she uhhh knows what she's talking about for real. not like those other fraudulent people on witchtok (which is all of them, including her, but whatever). unfortunately i forget what her handle was, but i'm sure someone who has more time on their hands to dig for it can dredge it up.

two more episodes with, what do you know, a clairvoyant. did you know that she's the real deal and not one of those fake ones? she's referenced in the episode series prior to this, and what a fucking coincidence, the host of the show had an appointment with her before he began this project. oh, and someone from a more recent episode happened to be a client of hers too. (side note: one episode has a recorded reading of hers, and it'll come as no shock to anyone, but she's just as vague as every other hippie con artist who does this shit for a living)

one guest named alex doesn't outwardly seem like he's an influencer or trying to be, but it's probably worth noting that he's told the same story on at least one other podcast, so who knows what this guy's motivations are

gabi abrao, another influencer and one of the countless writers riding rupi kuar's coattails. i probably don't need to elaborate further.

actress and comedian sarah sherman guest hosts one of the episodes for no clear reason.

jack corbett, who makes bad tiktoks about economics for npr, is another guest. i'd be more forgiving of him, because i don't think it's possible to make good tiktoks about economics, but sadly his episode was one of the worst on the show. guy gets drunk after a bad breakup, fucks his leg up, blames it on tiktok astrologers cursing him. whatever dude. and get this – he and the host both say that they met at the same dinner party that the kareem guy i mentioned earlier was at.

bear in mind, this is only nine episodes out of a 65 episode show, but i think that's enough to say that there's at least some clout-sharkery going on. it doesn't help that the "official" subreddit – meaning, the one moderated by one of the show's producers – has a tendency to go dark when the fans complain about one of the guests. this happened with the psychic married couple and the npr tiktok guy. it's one of those things that makes you wonder if the motivation behind the blackouts is that the complaints give away that this is a bad avenue to plug your shit.

i'm not the only one who's suspicious of this. see this post on the fanmade sub, which asks, "what are the odds that this podcast is total bullshit?" OP defends this in part by saying, "Jack [the host] literally got famous from being a troll/social media guru/guy who’s good at making things go viral"

about that. you might remember this dumb thing that went viral in 2018 of a mural in LA that only influencers could take pictures at. it ended up being a publicity stunt to promote a webshow that jack from this podcast was attached to. what makes that vice article i linked to, imo, really unethical is that the author, justin caffier, is friends with jack. or at the very least, well-acquainted enough that jack was a guest on an episode of caffier's podcast that was published a few months earlier.

i don't know. when you dig shit like this up, it just seems like there's so much content out there that's mostly created as avenues for the worst people alive to network with one another. or if not that, this is the foundation for an argument that those vice pieces like "some fucking idiots took 20 tabs of LSD in the desert" solely exist for whoever wrote them to advertise their vapid friends' social media whatever. and nothing good ever comes out of it. it's a shallow gambit for quick money and attention, designed to be thrown away and forgotten about in 2 weeks. it's depressing!

jack holds that "otherwold isn't a show about the paranormal, it's a show about people". and given all this, that statement feels revealing.

[throne-for-queens]

Somebody go tell the very bright souls bringing up the clip of him saying "Megan became like the sun to me" (in Life in Pink) that he always described his significant other using the metaphor of the sun. It's all so frustrating to see, changing the past to fit their narrative.

1) He did call Hedi/Hedieh "his sunshine" when he captioned their first Instagram official picture, the deleted one of her in green between his legs with the caption Ain't No Sunshine When It's Gone.

2) He also called another ex of his, his angel of light and thanked her for always bringing the best out of him and being there in his darkest times (possibly his BM).

3) He also had literal sunflowers in Swing Life Away music video: he buys a bouquet from a homeless man to give sunflowers both to the actress playing girlfriend and the little girl on a bike.

4) the sun might also possibly remind him of an ex who allegedly loved Van Gogh. He both quoted the Starry Night in the 2013 interview with Evi Siskos for the Latin MundoFox TV Channel and generally referenced Van Gogh in Downfall High (when Fenix cuts his ear). Now that I think about it, even the Museum of Cleveland is very famous mainly for having real Van Gogh pieces (and also having Cupid and Pysche).

5) He also previously mentioned years ago the song My Only Sunshine, the song The One That Got Away (by Katy Perry, the music video ends with Johnny Cash rendition of My Only Sunshine) and only recently worked with Mod Sun to co-write his recent song where he sampled My Only Sunshine.

But yeah, let's ignore all of this and base the whole thing on Megan as if we have not been doing this for the past 4 years... as if when he said those words he did not know it was ending in a scripted documentary in the height of his relationship being so public. A documentary released few months after their (currenltly called off) engagement where everybody looked like they were required to say at least one nice thing about Megan (I love Rook, he really tried but couldn't hide his expression while... lying?).

Lastly, the rest of the song does not apply for her. So far she never showed she sees any good in him (she made him look like an abuser) and never seemed to grow flowers in the darkest part of him, quite the opposite.

I remember the whole "sun thing" going wild in blogs (I don't know if those sites still even exist) when he first posted Hedi using that caption. Boy, It's feels like mid-2010s all over again. Almost a decade passed, new fans came in but almost nothing changed, they still change and delete his past to fit their narrative :). So tired of this bs.

Honestly I wouldn't pay most of those fan pages any mind. They are just pandering to the masses so that if by the slight chance Kells views their page then he can see their undying "support." But I feel like the same way he sees support, he can also sense inauthenticity. If you've always liked her great, but don't fake it for some clicks and views. Because doesn't Kell's also hate fake love?

As for the song, even though I'm under the impression that Kell's does most things with a reason behind them. I genuinely think he only covered the song because he liked it. Maybe once upon a time he could relate it to someone special, but there are many songs that people like just to like. However I do appreciate the various different examples that you provided, because I think people tend to forget or just be plain ignorant about the fact that colson lived a life before Megan stepped on the scene.

[hydrogenperfoxide]

Oki, so, I wanna do a little post about Katy Perry's new single Women's World which is being called a "feminist anthem". There's all sorts of stuff in the production like having a guy who's been accused of all sorts of abuse work on it (Dr. Luke) and Trisha Paytas in it so you know this isn't great from the get go.

The main focus visually, the entire time, is Katy Perry's body. Tight shorts, bikini, an entire shot that is just breasts being squeezed together. As such one reddit commenter called it "Girl power for the male gaze", which I think is a fair read of it. But let's go through the video So first off in the first section it shows women in scant clothes in a work place (OSHA violation obv, where are the hardhats? All that long hair is loose for getting caught and skin exposed for getting cut). With the spray painting of the "W O" in front of "men at work" it seems to suggest that this is a forced idea. It seems to be playing at humor using women in situations they "don't belong". "Here's women in a construction site! Ridiculous! Whiskey for women! Ridiculous! Women at urinals! Ridiculous!" There's a thread in there about the way that capital has seen women as a lucrative demographic and they make a few jabs at this with the marketing of "whiskey for women" and the sex toys and the vitamins. Now this is a fair critique. Capital will look for any way to profit off a minority in any way it can and advertisers know that positioning a product as For Women™ will get sales and positioning something as necessary for women will drive sales as well. But I'm not going to give them credit for this. Then part two we see (i would guess) the Women's World™ which shows a city in chaos. A woman exits a coffee store with 12 cups of coffee all stacked up. Cars are crashed in the middle of the road. Two women are playing a board game in the street. One woman attacks a Yield sign. Trash is piled up. Two men are making out (i think again showing the "disorder" of the world). A fire hydrant is broken. Later in the rural scene we see more garbage and rusted out cars. Women sit on the porch of the gas station doing nothing including one sad looking women in a bridal dress. Another stands with the shirt that says "My boyfriend's out of town". She enters the monster truck and then we see it pulling up to a house, crushing the car parked in front. This feels like a "haha women can't drive" type joke. Now I admit I can't figure out the last segment with breaking through an illogical window (it's not a sliding door) and stealing the dancing girl's venus symbol ring-light or her flying off in a helicopter or the weird robo legs thing

But i'm suggesting the lyrics say Girlboss Feminism (which is entirely ineffective and empty and maintains the structures of patriarchy) but the music video, by my read, is even more conservative

[zouis-28]

Summery: yn and Louis go to a club and get drunk the Morning after there is morning cuddles

Btw It’s short bc I wrote it at 2 in the morning sorry

Walking into the club the first thing I notice is the smell alcohol, perfume and aftershave also the sound of blasting music has hit me, looking around for the boys I scan the room and see them all in the corner of the bar. It is a struggle to manoeuvre my way through the crowd of sweaty bodies once I get over to the boys, “ hey guys “ hey yn” Niall and Zayn say I notice that Louis isn't here "Where's Louis?" | practically scream over the music looking at Harry "he's in the toilets he should be back in a few " I nod "I'm going to go get a drink want one?" Harry lifts his drink showing that he has one He Nod and heads over to the bar "Hey can I get a vodka bull" I say to the bartender "Sure thing sweetheart" he says while turning around and grabbing a can of Red Bull out of a fridge and making the drink "thanks"

Walking back to the boys I see Louis is back "Hey babe" he says while smiling and wraps his arm around your waist "Hey babe" I say while taking a sip of my drink "What did you get?" Louis says while looking down at my drink "Vodka Red Bull what have you got?"; says looking at his cup "Just a beer" he says lifting his cup and looking down at it

After many more drinks and a lot of shots were dancing on the dance floor now dancing with Niall to Teenage Dream by Katie Perry Niall being Niall is going all out and using his fist s a pretend mic and singing "You Make Me Feel Like I'm livin' a teenage dream The way you turn me on, I can't sleep" he sings while laughing he holds his fist out for me to sing the next verse "Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back My heart stops When you look at me, just one touch" j sing while smiling Zayn laughing" you know we can hear you from there right" me and niall look at each other and just start laughing "shots?" he says hold two out for us "What is it" Niall says looking at it "Tequila" he shouts over the music I shrug and pick one up quickly chuck it back down my throat it burns but not that bad be we have had quite a few already I put the lime in my mouth and bite it.

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After singing some more and dancing we all decided to go back home I went with Louis back to his for the night because his house is closer than my house walking through the streets or should I say stumbling we finally got to Louis and tried to put the key in the door and keeps missing and we just burst out laughing he finally puts the key in right and we start walking upstairs we stumbling into Louis bedroom laughing over noting he starts taking his top and jeans off he climbs into bed in only the boxer shorts he looks and I and I start taking my top off and he whistles at me and chuckles I take my skirt off and put on one of but big tops I climb into bed and cuddle into louis chest he wraps his arms would my waist

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Waking up to the sunlight in my eyes I rub my eyes and yawn looking over at Louis who looks peaceful he is sleeping with one hand on his face and the other one on my stomach he rolls over and holds me tighter

As the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the room, I’m wrapped in the comforting arms of Louis. The soft morning light illuminated his peaceful full face, creating a serene moment frozen in time.

The world outside seems like it's paused as we lay with our legs entwined. In this intimate space, Louis rolls over “Hey babe” and rolls over to face him “Hi baby” I look at him his hair is messed up the stubble on his face makes him so cute “How did you sleep?” he says breaking the silence “I slept good how about you?” “good,” he says while cuddling closer and closing his eyes again

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[𝟶𝟷]  ___  𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

Name(s): Madelyn Joy Crawford

Nickname(s): Maddie, Mads, Lynnie

Age: 21

Birthday: December 29, 2002

Birthplace: St. Paul, Minnesota

Allergies: pineapple, clams, and grass

Conditions/Illnesses: ADHD

Occupation: Therapist (soon)

Education: BSc of Psychology, plans to take a Master's degree

Current Residence: Ann Arbor, Michigan

Hobbies: Playing guitar, basketball, hiking, gardening

Pets: Luna - golden retriever/lab cross, Perry - the cat

Sports: plays intramural basketball at UMich, was a competitive dancer her whole life

Faceclaim: Sadie Sink

[𝟶𝟸]  ___  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

Height: 5'6

Eye Colour: Brown/Hazel

Hair Colour: Red

Birthmarks: None, just a lot of freckles

Scars: One just above her knee from when her and Michael were playing at their grandparents' and she caught her leg on a tree branch

Tattoos: has '04 '02 '72 '74 on the back of her arm, a paper airplane on the inside of her wrist, and a bouquet on her ribs

Style: Wide-leg jeans, oversized crewnecks, gold jewelry, cute crop tops, leggings and big t-shirts, loves her converse and white Nikes

Piercings/Accessories: has a M initial necklace that she got for her 14th birthday, always has plenty of rings on

[𝟶𝟹]  ___  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

Introvert or Extrovert: a mix of both. She loves people and being social and is definitely a social butterfly, she likes her time alone too

Mood/Temper: usually Maddie is pretty chill and goes with the flow, but she is feisty and is outgoing and adventurous

Dreams/Goals: She wants to be a therapist to help people work through mental health struggles after having a hard time with their own. She also wants to travel to 50 countries. Maddie is independent but loves to have a partner in crime, and has always wanted a family

Strengths: reading people, lightening the mood, getting the party going

Weaknesses: saying no, always putting herself last

Quirks: tells dad jokes when she's uncomfortable, has a tendency to pull an Irish good-bye, always points her toes when she jumps

Habits: tying her left shoe first, tap-dancing in place while waiting in line, losing her Chapstick

Fears: snakes, cockroaches

[𝟶𝟺]  ___  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂 & 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂

Likes: burritos, butterflies, fluffy socks, sleeping, rock music, thrifted jackets, daisies, Minnesota Wild

Dislikes: bananas, waterslides, monkeys, mismatched socks, mornings, rollercoasters

[𝟶𝟻] ___ 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲

[𝟶𝟼] ___ 𝙵𝚄𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂

[𝟶𝟽] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂

Food: sushi

Music: pop. rock.

Songs: Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks. Angeleyes by ABBA. Rockstar by Nickelback. Shine by Collective Soul.

Movies: The Breakfast Club. Knives Out. Dirty Dancing.

Shows: Suits. Scandal. The Crown.

Colour: yellow

Place: Portland, Oregon

[𝟶𝟾] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 & 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

Family: Maddie is the oldest of two and has always gotten along with her little brother

Mom: Mona Crawford (nee Jones), b. july 18, 1974

Dad: Michael Crawford, b. october 18, 1972

Sibling(s): Brother - Mason

➪ Mason Crawford: b. April 2, 2004. single. two years into a physics undergrad at University of Minnesota.

Relationship Status: taken. Luca Fantilli (december 2024)

Past Relationships: Maddie has had three other relationships

➪ Gabe: (october 2018 - march 2020) he was Maddie's high school boyfriend. they were the IT couple, he was on the football team and she was on the basketball team. they eventually grew out of the relationship.

➪ Chris: (january 2022 - april 2022) he was a fun, light relationship. they met at a party and hit it off. he was a business major who transferred to UCLA and neither wanted to commit to long distance. it was a painless end.

➪ Max: (october 2022 - march 2024) he was a solid boyfriend. he is a law student. they clicked over mutual interests and it was the most fulfilling Maddie has had. until she got "hey girl'd" by a girl who shared a class with Max. needless to say both of them dumped him and now they are close friends.

[blizzardsuplex]

tom lawlor?

God, that is awful cover art. regardless: my deep music-related secret is that I didn't have anything resembling my current music taste until, like, the middle of high school. after that I became the hipster you see today real quick, but in the late 2000s and early 2010s I was 100% using youtube to mp3 downloaders to get songs like this on my iPod Touch. I'm not necessarily ashamed of it...hah!

anyway, this song is pretty self-explanatory for tom lawlor, I do think. catchy? check. kind of trashy? yeah (his epithet is "filthy", guys). lyrics about hot babes with double d's and daisy dukes that show off their legs? whistles

relistening to it now after a million years, though, I actually find katy perry's section the most interesting lyrically. it starts with her saying that "that type of shit don't work on me" and proceeds to give a verbal beatdown to the sleazy POV we've been following all song (and after!) another call and response song for that one spotify playlist milk showed me, mayhaps? either way, I can see tom lawlor in that, too, if someone was ever stupid enough to actually try something...