#prod 12-04

[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 31. gangbangs

summary: a very self-indulgent chapter/pseudo-oneshot. **naoya’s ex-wife becomes toji’s girl. everybody wants a taste, and why not have the younger cousin watch the show?** alternatively, a gangbang with tattooed dilfs and dilf-adjacents.

chapter tags/warnings: five-some, gangbang, sex on tape, gun play (becoming a gun slut), cum play, breeding, creampies, exhibitionism, edging, degradation, praising, mentions of violence (murder, knives, guns), multiple orgasms.

word count: 5.5k

notes: happy kinktober and thank you for waiting! this started off as a concept (in my mind for a year-plus) and evolved into…a monster. too many men, too many hands, too many cocks. got lost in the sauce. despite being a smut chapter in a long fic, this update is borderline porn-without-plot. likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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“I love getting gangbanged."

Naoya woke up in a dark room and to a throbbing headache.

Where…?

He looked around the unfamiliar surroundings slowly, blinking past his grogginess to register what almost looked like a crime movie’s interrogation room and groaning when the wrong angle to his head caused a sharp pain in his shoulder.

All around was an ominous and gloomy shade of gray—the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and heck even the door. How long had he been out for? Without windows, he could not take a wild guess at the time. Not to mention that the room also had no lighting, no pictures, and no décor.

Only him and this...random dinky chair he found himself tied up to.

Wait.

Tied up to?

Right. From what Naoya could last recall, he had been stopped by two men who took him out with a single strike.

In a vain attempt to set himself free, Naoya tugged at his limbs which were fastened behind him with sturdy cords. He twisted and turned, then twisted harder and turned even harder, until an unexpected voice startled him.

“You’re awake.”

Naoya went still.

Having zero visual stimuli sharpened Naoya’s other senses a little. He could feel the labored huffs in his breathing, hear the heavy footsteps that began in the chamber, and even taste the smoke that lingered in the hazy air.

Leering towards the door, Naoya quickly recognized his captors as they approached.

"Don’t give us that foul look, sleepyhead," the taller one whom he remembered as Eso announced as he slowly stopped in front of the scowling blonde. He had on him a wide and nefarious grin. "You had passed out for the last few hours. During that time, you could've been beaten. Or better yet, dead." He glanced up. "Right, Kechizu?"

His accomplice, who stopped on the opposite side, replied with a firm nod. From seemingly nowhere, he had pulled out a pocket knife and grazed the icy blade against Naoya's neck. "Ya feel that? I've been wanting to slit your throat, but I haven't. Lucky, lucky duck. Not everyone is this fortunate. All because our big bro Choso is being super nice to you."

Aware that a wrong move would cost him a jugular vein, Naoya listened intently. Since he worked with the other sex therapists before, he indeed recalled how his former colleague led a tightly-knit assassin ring, in which the members deemed each other 'brothers.'

Kechizu prodded Naoya again with his blade. "Big bro's the only reason you're still alive. Although, I don't know why you'd want to still be breathing now that the whole world knows you've been bumping uglies with your older cousin's ex-wife."

Eso hummed in agreement. "Well, at least for now," he began and he gestured around in vague motions, “you're already in paradise!” Then, he paused. “Well, correction. Here is where we send people to paradise. Or, more likely, hell.”

Noticing how Naoya uncharacteristically froze, the two snickered. In fact, they likely would've continued snickering if not for a shrill tone that pierced the air. The laughter stopped.

Eso's charcoal eyes flicked downwards.

"Left pocket, Kechizu."

The other man obeyed, lowering his knife (and thus giving Naoya an actual chance to breathe) before grabbing the phone from Naoya's blazer. A notification lit up the screen—a message, from you.

“She sent a video.”

Eso and Kechizu intentionally held the screen away, and their face quickly lit up with a sinister smile when they previewed the file. “Oh, yeah. Let's watch.”

“Come join us, sweetheart.”

You thought you were discreet.

Lingering at the doorway, you had been peering into the Zenin Corporation’s CEO Suite like a lost duck. This past afternoon, news about the leadership changes within Japan’s largest conglomerate had spread like wildfire across business and politics networks across the globe, announcing that Naoya Zenin had been forced to resign with Toji Fushiguro reclaiming his position as head of the company.

For the latter, you had questions—many questions. However, an inundated Toji was difficult to approach as he spent his entire afternoon in the office with his also-reinstated directors Sukuna, Geto, and Choso. From your observations, the men had been milling around the table, speaking to each other in hushed but decisive voices in conversations that must remind them of their days managing the Zenin Corporation before Naoya’s takeover.

They all appeared ridiculously handsome with their expensive custom-tailored suits that emphasized their muscular physiques and complemented their towering heights. Surrounded by legal documents and business reports, they carried themselves differently, too. More mature, organized, and serious, especially after hectic meetings with the Chairman Naobito Zenin, your COO father, and internal and external stakeholders had left etches on their calculating faces.

Now, however, Toji Fushiguro had caught sight of your quivering form at the entrance, and soon enough, all eyes turned to you. When you didn’t respond to his first invitation, the executive approached you in confident strides.

“Why do you look so shy?”

At the unanticipated attention, you averted your gaze onto the floor and tried to slink away into the hall slowly. “You all seemed occupied, and I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You're not interrupting anything," he clarified. "We have some time now.”

He tugged your wrist softly, which was all that you needed to follow him like a fawn into the room and crumble onto his lap once he sat down. Despite his dress pants, the warmth from his thighs heated your skin, and Toji nuzzled his face into your neck. His gravelly huffs sounded like all the other times you had heard him rasp, moments followed by endless endearment.

"About Naoya," the older man brought up from seemingly nowhere. You tensed at the name while Toji's cordial lips assuaged you. "Choso’s brothers are making sure he’s not going to do anything funny. We can't have him around as we are transitioning the company. As for you...knowing my cousin, he's going to keep claiming you as his property unless you get through his dense head," and his viridescent pupils flicked upward, "and the only way to do that is to show him.”

Although you didn’t know exactly what he meant, Toji hoisted you in one fluid motion onto his desk and sprawled you across the surface. He pushed your thighs apart, prompting sharp breaths that echoed in the room as onlookers raked their eyes down your figure. Some (namely, Sukuna and Geto) peered down shamelessly, while others (just Choso, really) tried to come off as cool and observed quietly. Nonetheless, the message in their perverted gazes was clear: what they wouldn't give to kiss you, bite you, and mark you right then and there.

Just as you shrank a little from the overwhelming attention, Toji reached for your phone and pressed the device firmly into your palm.

“Let’s send him a message.” Toji’s eyes locked onto yours, unflinching and sharp.

You blinked, raising an incredulous brow. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Leaning forward, Toji offered a clear view of the ink scrolling down his neck, his exhales warm against the beading cold sweat on your forehead. “Open up the camera. Let's send Naoya Zenin a surprise.” He gently pinched you. "Like I said, that idiot wouldn't understand shit unless you slam the idea into his dumb skull.”

You hesitated, glancing down at the phone in your hand.

“A photo won't be enough, by the way. We need a video. He won't get the fucking idea unless he sees and hears the proof.” When you complied, Toji turned to the colleague closest to him. "Wanna do the honors, Suguru?"

The said man came forward eagerly, the obsidian in his eyes sparkling. "'No' is never my answer to you, sir." Given your compromising position, he had the easy option to tear your lacy panties and stuff himself into your core except he wanted to take his time.

"I heard a lot about you." His compliments were all purrs that sent hot shivers shooting through your veins. "Mind if I take a go at you, too?"

After being passed between his three other colleagues, you must admit that you had at least thought about what sex with Geto was like, too. "Please."

At the permission, the man smiled and bunched your underwear to one side. The cold air hitting your drenched cunt made you shiver, but the collective groan in the room rumbled even louder, a reminder of the many men around you. Men who were being patient for you. Men who could not stop thinking about you. Men who, because of your ex-husband, had been holding grudges against you.

Geto pulled down his boxers just until the waistband fitted snugly under his balls. His cock stood proud with precum dribbling down his length as he positioned himself in the comfy spot between your thighs. He pressed against the table until his knuckles turned white, aligning himself with your entrance.

Without extra stimulation, your saturated folds welcomed him easily and you gasped loudly at the intrusion.

"Shit, you’re soaking," Geto sighed softly as you clenched around him, swarming his veins with gratification. He tipped his head forward, his loose strands framing his face. “Tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable, okay?” He was so sweet, so kind. You nodded and hazily recognized that this was what making love was supposed to feel like: tender, gentle, and loving. This was Suguru Geto's charm.

Before you could say more, an opportunistic Sukuna took his place above you. He moved quickly, undoing his belt and tugging hastily at his trousers, humming loudly with relief when he pulled his pants down and his massive cock sprang free. Despite being jostled by another man, you swabbed at the bubbling precum before pushing your thumb into your mouth, relishing his clean and salty tinge on your tongue.

Amused, Sukuna chuckled darkly. "What a fucking tease," he crowed, then patting your cheek. "C'mon. Open up, baby. Let me get to the back of your throat."

With little resistance, he popped your jaw open and sank his massive girth into your mouth. Gradually, you bobbed your head back and forth, letting your tongue lick every millimeter to him. He, likewise, pushed his hips forward, bringing your nose flushed against his well-trimmed patch of pink hair. He plucked the recording phone from your hands, and you sensed him tapping on the screen to focus on the erotic display where your bodies connected, your sinful lips accepting his fat cock with ease.

"You are such a good girl." Sukuna Ryomen confirmed, his movements mind-numbing as though he wanted to breed your esophagus. He wrapped a hand around your windpipe, constricting your airflow and causing you to gag. "Brat looks like a goddamn goddess sucking dick. Isn't that right, Choso?"

No response.

Curious, your pupils rolled to the side.

The assassin's the man you feared the most.

He was quiet, always guarded, his mysterious eyes pulling you in like two black holes. You could never know what he’s thinking about, although you lucidly remember his crooked obsession with 'disciplining' you.

"Hey, honey.” Geto's deft fingers suddenly gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to return to him. “Pay attention to us, m'kay?"

You hummed in response, Sukuna’s dick still bulging visibly in your throat.

"I don’t want you to lose focus," an overly aroused Suguru went on to explain. He breathed heavily. Shaking. Or maybe that was you? He clutched your love handles harshly before he pulled out and stepped to the side, making you stroke himself with your delicate hands instead. Briefly, you assumed that Geto preferred handjobs and wanted to ejaculate onto your breasts, only to get your answer when your puffy clit came into contact with the sharp coolness from…metal?

"Choso," Toji's harsh voice warned.

Brought back to your senses, you looked down to see Choso using the fluids to lubricate...his gun. You recognized the weapon, the same one you had seen in his car. The same one he would use to kill. All air in your lungs left swiftly. What the actual fuck. Sheer mortification was the only reason you didn't have the guts to do anything (because, if Choso became irritated enough, he could pull the trigger and then you would have no guts at all), and your silence only gave him a reason to continue defiling you into his personal gun slut.

He stared at his boss with an unperturbed frown. "You know I like her too much to hurt her."

A squeal tumbled past your lips when the pistol's freezing barrel pressed past your tight hole. Although you partially expected Toji to warn the weapon-wielding man again, Toji instead leaned forward in his chair, jaw resting on his fist. He could seem more concerned, but the mirthful glimmer in his emerald eyes said otherwise.

Meanwhile, Choso's piercing gaze alone made you sweaty, your forehead turned glossy with a sheen. He lazily massaged your inner walls, your warm arousal coating his cool metal before leaking onto the table, the only struggle now was how your body involuntarily twitched. To your fascination (and horror), pleasure began to build with each too-hard pass of his barrel. There were just too many sensations going on. Messy mouth deepthroating one cock, slicked hands stroking another, and sloppy cunt taking in a gun. You did your best to give everybody equal attention because you were a desperate crowd-pleaser, not wanting anyone to feel left out.

With your back arched from the table, you became increasingly frantic, demonstrating through feverish movements that all you were was their obedient little bitch. All these hands on your body, skin on your skin. You felt them all, the senses exhilarating and fascinating.

Toji sternly interrupted from seemingly nowhere. “I can tell from your movements that you want to cum, don’t you?” Maybe, but you were too overwhelmed to focus solely on your pleasure. Nothing that your therapists couldn't help with. Leaning over, Toji snaked an arm around your body to press tight circles at your engorged clit. "Be selfish for a little bit," he coaxed. "Cum for us."

His permission sent you immediately vaulting over the edge, your whole body spasming as an orgasm tore through you. Your lips parted, but you didn't scream. Your eyes shut slowly and rolled to the back of your head as every millimeter in your fragile body unraveled completely—fluttering, cramping, and shuddering.

Your ears became blessed with chorused laughter and praise.

Choso inspected your copious juices that suddenly coated his gun, a translucent thread trailing from the barrel to your now-exposed cunt. Reaching over, Sukuna wrapped his hand around Choso's forearm. He leaned into the pistol and parted his lips, swirling his tongue slowly around the barrel. His maroon eyes were half-lidded, giving him an almost lazy yet focused look as he dragged his tongue along the metal, lapping up your precious essences—the syrups rich and just a bit tangy. Drooling and sucking like a little kid with a lollipop, Sukuna didn't care that his spit trailed from the metal down to the other man's wrist and flipped the camera to selfie mode to capture the action.

Towards the end, his tongue swiped over his lips, leaving a luster from your elixir that coated his mouth. “So fuckin’ sweet.”

After another generous lick, he swished the concoction in his mouth before pinching your chin, and your mouth propped open. Pleased, he hummed when you stuck your tongue out, showcasing just how naughty you were. He drooled the spittle into your mouth, the saline taste blossoming on your taste buds, a thread of spit connecting your chin and his.

"Sharing," Sukuna chuckled darkly into your phone's microphone, "is absolutely fucking caring."

Nearby, Suguru groaned. He hurriedly clambered to the comfy space between your plush thighs, shoving a grumbling Choso aside. "I'm so fucking close."

He buried his dick into your tunnel, the veins on his cock pulsating. Call him selfish or masochistic, but as much as he wanted to reach his high, Geto denied his orgasm to stay longer inside and prevented himself from fucking bursting.

“Don't hold back, Suguru,” you urged.

Geto furrowed his brows, sweat gathering on his forehead as he tried his best to hold out. He admitted earnestly, "I don't want to give you up, baby.”

“I want you to cum,” you said, all whiny with puppy eyes. Free hand slithering down, you cupped his aching balls and gently squeezed his heavy testes. "Besides,” you glanced over at the camera, “show Naoya how you can breed me…daddy."

Sugaru’s eyes widened at the unexpected nickname that he loved so much. That’s it. He’s done for. His handsome features crumpled from an over-the-top pleasure as he gave his snapping hips one final push and pumped you full, coating your cervix white with his thick essence as he rested his head against your forehed, panting into your ear and moaning into your skin.

Pressing one last kiss on your cheekbone, he pulled himself out of your hot cunt, allowing others to have their way with you.

Sukuna got behind you eagerly. He repositioned your shaking body, his calloused hands tossing you over and leaving you panting on your hands and knees. His harsh squeeze at your sides made you squeal just as he pulled your legs apart for easier access, exposing your cute hole.

"Shit, she's making a mess, dripping onto the desk." The same desk that belonged to Naoya merely several hours ago. Adjusting your phone camera, Sukuna thumbed through your folds like they were pages in a book, scoffing at the viscous dallops that slid out. The tattoos on his wrists gleamed pitch black under the glossy mixed juices.

"Suguru's cock did you well, but this pretty lady isn't finished yet, eh? She can take more. I know she can." His hands weaved into your hair and tugged harshly. "Tell us, missy. You can handle more, correct?"

The threat in his menacing tone only suggested there was one answer. You whimpered pathetically, "Yes."

With a crooked smile, Sukuna pressed his muscular form against your back. That man was starving. After all, he had been waiting to have your pussy properly wrapped around his painful erection when he could've greedily taken you for himself first.

"Stop moving so I can angle myself correctly," Sukuna reprimanded when you wobbled on all fours.

Hardly any time was given to let you register the warning before the man plunged into your sensitive socket. He ignored your desperate wail, amazed at how he plugged you all the way. His pace started off sensual and languid. Each snug press against your battered cervix at first made you squeak, but you became too far caught up in the moment that the discomfort disappeared as promptly as the sensation came.

"Mhm," Sukuna hummed, a squelch ringing through the room each time he would bottom out. He didn't need to say anything for him to feel how wet you were, fluids trickling out from your puffy hole and creating what looked like the Nile River running down your thighs.

"Holy fuck," Choso swore to the side, his emotions a rare display.

Blissful waves rushed to your head, one after another. Arousal flooded into your tummy, your cunt twitching uncontrollably as a second climax started to sneak up on you.

Sukuna groaned—or at least attempted to groan—through the exertion of his forceful movements. How he had missed playing with you. A few trickles of sweat on his forehead glided over the ink on his forehead before dripping onto your back. He pumped himself faster, his balls smacking against your clit harder—savoring how you squirmed underneath his direct influence.

He could not resist peering down at the sacred space where your bodies connected and ensured that the camera, too, had an unobscured view. The problem was he had become so agonizingly turned on that his hold on your phone began shaking. He rasped, back straightening. “Goddamn, your cunny does me good.”

Not long after, he reached his release snarling and grunting like a dog as white ropes shot from his cock and into your uterus, with him nearly dropping your device onto your ass from his sheer ecstasy.

"No!" you protested loudly when Sukuna pulled out abruptly, hissing as your empty hole clenched around nothing. "I..." You balled your fists, thumping the desk in frustration. "I was so fucking close."

"Don't worry." The strawberry-haired man tenderly brushed away the tears by your jaw. Like he hoped to comfort you somehow. "Nothing Choso can't help with. He'll take great care of you." He looked over at the said colleague. “Isn’t that right?”

Gulping, you followed his gaze to the other man who had stopped behind you.

"You look nervous," Choso commented matter-of-factly. "Why?"

As if he didn’t already know the answer. You rolled your eyes and snorted like a true brat, indeed. "None of your business."

Besides, you had enough encounters with Choso Kamo, each incident more indecent than the last. This time, he naturally noticed your eyes drift to the gun tucked into his back pocket, the saps from earlier creating an ample moist patch on his pants.

“So, tell me, bimbo," Choso spoke again. He didn't care to announce himself as he unbuckled and pressed in, stretching you with his thickness, aided by your copious reserve containing both arousal and cum, hitting that sweet spot that he had no problem finding over and over. "Did you think I had been done with you already?"

Holding in whimpers from his repeated thrusts, you let out a soft groan.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes."

“But, do you want me?”

Silence.

“I am not going to repeat my—”

"I want you s’ badly..."

A demon must have possessed you. There was no other way to explain yourself. But those remarks were all Choso needed before he began to move impossibly fast within you. He didn’t care that he pounded into you like a beast, creating a commotion that perhaps the floor below could hear your wetness reverberate around the room.

"This is for being a fucking tease." Choso raised his hand high and then delivered an unforgiving blow against your ass. Unprepared, you yelped from the sheer force, which had been enough to leave a handprint on your unblemished cheeks.

"I didn't—!" Your attempt to defend proved futile as Choso spanked you again with little regard for your feelings.

"This is for giving me an attitude," he continued, gruff. And again. "For forgetting how to behave, shit." And again, and again, and again. For this, for that, his listed grievances going on and on and on, his punishments making you cry and squirm and wail.

Choso knew he was selfish. If his boss Toji wasn't involved, he would want nothing more than to keep you forever, making you his little gun slut and teaching you to cum all over him. He couldn’t help it. As if the roles were reversed. Like he was the inexperienced one, unaware of his partner's feelings and only caring for his pleasure. He remained relentless as he continued his abuse, the tendons along his hands and arms flexing with his efforts, like the crazed killer he was being out for blood.

The distressed expression written all over your face only made him want to go harder. He loved making it hurt, his sadistic personality entirely to blame. With every pump, his testes smacked onto your clit repeatedly, feeling him sink deeper and deeper inside.

“F-Fuck—S’ too much, Choso!” A sob wracked your trembling figure amidst his assault. In distress, you tugged at his wrists to get him to ease up on you. That didn't matter. He was too strong, especially when compared to you.

"I thought you wanted to cum."

"I do!" But you didn't think you would be able to cum like this. "This...This is too painful!"

As if he cared.

"Oh, please," Choso scoffed, even rolling his inky eyes in dismissal. "This isn't painful. You're just being dramatic. If you think this is painful...how do you think I felt, hm? Watching Geto and Sukuna take turns defiling you. Hearing you blubber their names without shame. Did you think that I—with my cock stiff in my pants—that I didn't feel pain? Listen to yourself. God, turns out you're just another selfish slut."

Scorching tears streamed down your face, and you searched around desperately.

"No one here's going to save you," Choso announced, reading right through you. He pressed his face against your earlobe, a hot puff of air fanning out across your delicate skin. "Because it's too obvious. You fucking like this, pup."

Did you?

Even if that wasn't the case, you guess you did now, the unwavering conviction in Choso's tone spurring a change of heart. It’s sick, you realized, he’s manipulating me.

Yet, sure enough, you soon started to feel lighter, giddier. Your pupils dilated from stimulation and your muscles tingled with excitement. Choso felt so good. You felt so good, and the coil from deep within your cervix compressed tighter and tighter as a pressure built from within.

"I'm close...again." This time, it's a little embarrassing to admit, especially when you were complaining like a puppy just minutes ago.

"What did I tell you, pet," Choso growled, the corners of his mouth quirked upwards in a rare grin. He made you feel glorious. Consequently, you writhed underneath his body, fully submissive under his control. You wanted nothing more than to be a pliant baby girl for him, let him use you in any way he wants. "Cum and squeeze my cock."

“Make me.”

“Oh?”

One final blow to your ass was what hurled your body over the edge.

“I—” you choked on your spit. "I'm coming!"

You shrieked the moment you felt your body disintegrate, your shoulder blades caving in as sweat fell like raindrops from your skin. Elbows giving up, your head hit the table, leaving your temples pulsing with dizziness, bliss, and pain; your eyes staring at the wood finishing; your chest rising up and down, exasperated from the intensity of your release.

And oh, your pussy squeezed Choso good. Before he could hold himself back, Choso dug his nails into your ass. "Fuck, you are incredible," was the last thing he muttered before he came as well in one long grunt, splattering your womb with his creamy semen. He made you tremble when he pulled out, releasing the mess inside and leaving you feeling oddly empty and cold. Glob after glob of cum oozed out, semen from multiple perpetrators painting over your labia, which made the surrounding men grin at the sight, knowing that you held all their seed inside.

Nothing except their breeding hole, that was what you had become. There was something they adored about labeling you as their personal whore.

Not long afterward, a warm hand took yours into his own. Toji caressed the skin of your palm before pulling you right onto his lap again. In the end, he was whom you belonged to. If anybody wanted to do anything to you, they had to talk to him first.

Toji helped you straddle him, tucking one leg onto his either side, except you were so fucked out that you didn’t know who you were or where you were from.

"C'mon, honey. Don't lose yourself just yet," he murmured gently, brushing a few free strands from your forehead. Otherwise, you would've gone limp and lost all senses completely.

Toji had been waiting for you. He considered this a sign of his maturity, allowing the younger and more impatient men to make a mess with you first. Now, though, was his turn, fair and square.

His exposed length pressed up against his abdomen with fantastic girth and length such that—despite your current state—your pupils went heart-eyed and your mouth drooled from sight alone. He loved when you made that expression, one he had seen countless times in his dreams; a guilty pleasure in reality. He chortled at your sharp gasps, finding you adorable even after being stuffed by several men.

However, just when you didn't think you could handle more, his red-flushed head brushed over your clit and jolted your veins with the familiar wave of arousal. You shifted, the sticky mess between your legs uncomfortable. In a brief moment of lucidity, you had an epiphany. With one hand resting on Toji's shoulder, you reached down with the other to spread your folds, biting your lip as you clamped down on your sensitive walls hard.

Sure enough, a generous amount of cum trickled out of your used cunt, oozing onto Toji’s cockhead and sliding down gradually to his balls.

"Holy shit."

Eyes grew wide with surprise, jaws dropped in reaction to your nasty actions. Since when did you learn to become so dirty? Flushed cheeks betrayed their interest as they continued their lustful staring. Generous was what you were, letting them ogle like schoolchildren for a few moments longer before you scooped up the slick and began to suck on your fingers. Softly, you hummed at the succulent flavors concocted by you, Suguru, Sukuna, and Choso combined.

"Next up is you."

“So fuckin’ filthy," Toji praised with utter adoration.

As you continued, you made sure not to break eye contact as you subtly rutted your sopping cunt against his tip. You coyly batted your long lashes in his direction, making sure he could feel the liquids running down his cock and the throbbing pussy that awaited him.

You smiled. "All yours, Dr. Fushiguro."

He suddenly grew smitten at how polite you could be, and using his hands as a guide, he helped you sink into him slowly. “Goddamn.” The sound that emerged from him was wholly obscene, a carnal desperation only matched by your movements, your thighs constricting his hips and your eyes rolling backward. How cozy, you discovered yourself to be, snug at his hilt. Toji had filled you all the way but a few centimeters of his cock remain, his tip already kissing against your spent uterus.

Something about knowing that his little cousin would watch this made Toji want to do everything to push deeper into you. He started by rocking your waist against a rhythm, and a near-pornographic mewl escaped your lips when his shaft ran over an especially sensitive spot, the ridges rubbing against your cavern and sending pleasure through your every limb. He hummed at the way you squealed and loved how expressive you were with your body and feelings.

His tongue laved across your shoulder before stopping over your collarbone. "You'll still go back to Naoya after this?"

"Absolutely not," you mumbled with sincerity. "I would hate myself if I did."

“Excellent,” he slurred, his spit drooling down your back from where his mouth had latched onto your neck. “That’s…exactly what I wanted to hear, baby.”

Baby. Your eyes squeezed shut, responding with a whine. Although the overstimulation was originally uncomfortable, you began to feel satisfaction cut through the soreness once again as your body prepared for one more climax. You rocked your hips in need, like an animal in heat, a sight that would certainly drive your ex-husband crazy. “F-Feels,” you paused to pant, “Feels good.”

“Fuck.” Toji gritted out, breaking through his cacophony of crude moaning and effectively searing your skin. He continued steering your body in the rhythm he learned you liked, his nails nearly piercing your skin despite their bluntness. He cupped your jaw harshly. “What are you to us, sweetheart?”

“Oh.” You laughed a little, clearly delirious, and then replied. “'M your cumdump.”

“Say that again.”

“I—”

“Louder.” The emeralds in his heavy-lidded eyes skated briefly to the phone. “I want everyone to hear.”

So, you mustered all your energy to give your final answer—and the correct answer. "I am your cum dumpster!"

Toji started saying something, chuckling maybe, but his words weren’t clear even as he tossed his head back. His breathing was deep, wet, and sexy, and he was no doubt blistering hot in his business blazer, his slicked-back hair soaked with sweat and hanging limply in front of his flushed face. His expression, on the other hand, was what got you the most; his eyes drawn shut, his brows slightly pinched, his mouth just barely parted.

He panted, raising his head to lock lips with yours, moaning into your mouth lewdly before pulling back, and admiring your fucked out expression, face heated and sweating.

“Shit, you’re too good to me,” was the last thing Toji sighed before he added to your womb with his hot cum, his grip on your body tightening as his balls twitched and lodged his precious seed into the sacred cavern. Pussy clamping down, you milked him, not willing to let a single drop go to waste, gasping when the explosive warmth made you shatter with him, leaving you hiccuping and spasming until you were just jolting and crying out from the stretched muscles in your body.

Overheated, you slumped forward. Sweat rolled uncomfortably down your back, spit smeared across your neck and shoulders and chin.

But you looked up and giggled at your latest discovery.

“I love getting gangbanged."

last chapter || next chapter

end notes: I spent way more time preparing this chapter than I expected, writing, rewriting, and editing. Adding, shortening, then adding again. (At some point, this was nearly 7K words.) This is far from perfect, but I must relinquish myself. Thank you again for reading!

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[lostgirlinthewoods]

CRAZY STUPID LOVE | park wonbin smau

pairing. guitarist!park wonbin x athlete!fem!reader

synopsis. lee y/n, a competitive swimming athlete, just wants to finish her degree as a scholar. no drama. no distractions. and certainly, no romance. park wonbin, a music prod student and the siren’s guitarist, just wants to make music. no crazy fangirls in line to date him. no insane dms from random people declaring their love for him. and certainly, no dating. imagine the shock on y/n’s face when she received a message from her brother, anton, asking “since when did you and wonbin started dating?”

genre. social media au, college au, fake dating, fluff, crack

status. ongoing.

start: 25/06/2024 → end: ________

notes. this is my first smau, so be easy on me. this is gonna be my first work in this blog after 2 years before i decided to abandoned it to move. i just really love riize and my mind is itching to do something about it. ignore timestamps unless otherwise stated.

taglist. open. send an ask or reply to this post.

© lostgirlinthewoods. Do not copy, steal, or translate any of my works. 

profiles.

01. chlorine squad 02. pull it back that siren 03. girls only

chapters.

01. saturday gig 02. chanyoung's older sis 03. corner cafe 04. secretly a nerd?? 05. wonbin the black cat 06. lunch 07. hangouts 08. y/n's tiny little crush 09. rumours 10. twitter thread 11. anton's text 12. we are dating 13. how to boyfriend 101 14. so in love 15. im just a cat 16. swim meet literally 17. twitter thread pt 2 18. eunseok's pov 19. should we break up? 20. y/n and wonbin's break up mission 21. the joe alwyn to his taylor 22. 23. 24. tba...

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[ultram0th]

December 15: Nick Urankar

00 │ 01 │ 02 │ 03 │ 04 │ 05 │ 06 │ 07 │ 08 │ 09 │ 10 │ 11 │ 12 │ 13 │ 14 │ 15

Fitness entrepreneur Nick Urankar frowned as he examined himself in the mirror. From another’s perspective, the man’s body appeared to be blessed with plump muscle that he’d diligently worked hard for. His cut-off t-shirt showcased his chiseled abs, the fabric ending just below his impressive pectorals. Nick was a hunk, through and through.

Still, that beard-framed frown was ever-present as he studied his muscled form in the mirror.

The source of his annoyance was a stupid comment from some anonymous user on Instagram.

Nick was in the process of trying to gain new subscriptions to his fitness programs come New Years, which was when the fitness community would usually experience a boom in followers. He’s opted to go the family man route, which was something he’d often do in his regular posts.

Ultimately, Nick had decided to post a picture of himself shirtless, showing off his rock hard chest muscles with the caption: “New Dad Bod!”

It had worked initially, and Nick had seen a plethora of new subscriptions piling in at a rapid rate from dads who wanted to trim a little belly fat. However, there was one comment under the pic that had stuck out to Nick: “That’s NOT a dad bod! 👿”

It was a simple comment that should’ve been nothing at all, yet, Nick couldn’t deny the irritation that bubbled up in his gut over it. The influencer had tried his best to ignore it, but obviously since he was still thinking about it, it’d clearly annoyed him.

“‘Dad Bod’,” Nick snorted as he rolled his eyes, imagining the type of body that the anon must’ve been referring to: big belly and saggy pecs. That wasn’t the type of dad bod that Nick wanted to have, hence his bulky form.

The hunk finished up his night route before lying down, trying to force the odd comment out of his brain. As he lied down in bed, a strange tingling sensation broke out over the muscle dad’s body and he could hear the springs in the mattress groaning more than usual…

Nick’s morning alarm beeped, letting the influencer know that it was time to get up and get ready for his morning stream. The stud liked to post his Sunday morning workouts on his socials, which served to act as advertisements for his workout routines.

Nick threw the covers off of himself and sat up in bed, rubbing at his tired eyes. The man felt a lot more tired this morning, and he scratched at his belly absent-mindedly as he let out a loud belch. He stood up and began to waddle towards the bathroom, unaware of the jiggling feeling that was emanating from his torso as he moved. He entered the bathroom and turned on the light, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull at what he saw.

“Fuck!” Nick cried out as his eyes honed in on the massive belly that was attached to him.

Standing to the side, Nick bore a profile of someone who was not active in CrossFit, but who instead would often lounge on the couch and drink beer all day. His gut was massive! It protruded far out in front of him, and when he moved the slightest bit, Nick’s new big belly would jiggle and bounce incessantly, illustrating that it was mostly fat. Worse was that his chilled pecs had puffed out too and they sagged a little more than they should’ve, coming to rest atop the man’s new belly. 

As Nick poked and prodded his larger form, the stud noticed that the rest of his toned muscles looked puffy now. There was still some muscle evident on his frame, but they were all now covered by a thick layer of fat that obscured their contours. Even his face looked rounder, his cheek bones hidden by the new roundness quality.

Out of shock, Nick waddled over to the scale in his bathroom and stood on top of it. He inwardly winced as he had to look over his cresting gut in order to gawk at the red numbers on the scale: 301 lbs. A total gain of nearly eighty pounds of what seemed to be pure fat, with most of it on his gut.

In his shock, Nick couldn’t help but grab at his gut with both of his shaky hands, giving it a rough shake. He felt the blood drain from his face as his new belly jiggled like crazy, a far cry from his previously flat, chiseled abdominals.

“Now that’s a dad bod!” he heard his deep voice exclaim, almost proudly.

The influencer jerked back in surprise at his words, noticing for the first time that he’d been smirking during his entire inspection. His cocky grin bore a proud aura that only grew as the inflated man rubbed his new gut lovingly.

The inflated influencer felt his legs propel him forward on their own accord, moving as if they had a mind of their own. His beefier arms reached out and grabbed his phone, setting it up onto its tripod as he started to record.

The altered Nick felt humiliated as he saw his phone live recording him, showing his larger new dad bod on display for his thousands of followers to see. However, despite his inner panic, the hunk only continued to smile widely at the camera.

“Good morning everyone,” the beefy dad bodded man greeted his followers, rubbing his belly lovingly. “I thought that this would be a good time to give you all a check in on my hot dad bod.”

The stud felt himself continue to rub his bigger belly, making the rotund gut shake like a beach ball in front of him with every movement. Nick screamed on the inside, but was powerless to do anything besides show off his inflated, beefy form. His abs and muscles were completely shrouded by the thick fat that he was showing off, the cocky smile on his round face indicating that he loved every bit of it.

“This is what a real dad bod looks like,” Nick heard himself say, immediately thinking back tot he obscure comment that he’d read the other day. He looked down at his big belly and gave it another shake, knowing that the mysterious comment must’ve been behind his recent transformation.

The influencer with the big dad bod continued to show off his girthy frame, beyond humiliated, yet smiling widely the entire time.

[myfaveficrecs]

Bedtime Story

Pairing: Bradley x Reader

Word Count: 2, 568

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, kids (this is whole heartedly a warning), Dad!Brad

AN: This was the one that won the poll, hope you enjoy!

Motherhood was unexpected but welcomed. You met the love of your life in high school. He was on the baseball team as a shortstop, and you were head of the yearbook committee which meant you took tons of pictures and got to spend a lot of time together. High school graduation came and went without a hitch but before college was supposed to start, you found yourself pregnant.

You were terrified of what that would mean for your future and if you would be doing it alone or not, knowing his aspiration for the Navy. He surprised you though by taking on all the responsibility a 20-year-old shouldn't have. He attended UVA for his political science degree, working nights and weekends as a security guard. He was fully involved from the second you told him, and he’s never regretted that decision.

He got an apartment for you both to live in and worked his ass off to keep you as comfortable as possible. You went to the local community college and got your degree to become an ultrasound tech while working part-time from home as a photographer. You fell more in love with him as the months went by, he made the process so much less scary than it could have been and became your rock.

On February 24 at 12:24 pm you gave birth to your first son, Andrew Nicholas Bradshaw. He was 7 pounds 3 ounces and 19.5 inches long, a head full of light brown hair and eyes that would forever remind you of his father. When you first got to bring Andy home, Bradley wouldn’t put him down for much of anything. He was every bit the doting father and when he turned 6 months old, Bradley proposed to you. You were married at the courthouse, just the two of you with your mom and dad in attendance.

When Andrew turned 3, you found out you were pregnant with baby number two. You finally had a savings account that you and Bradley put money into regularly and you owned your own three-bedroom home. Bradley had made it through Top Gun you were established in the hospital you worked at in town. Christopher James Bradshaw was born on September 17 at 3:04 am; he clocked in at 8 pounds 1 ounce, 20 inches long. He had your hair color and nose with Bradley’s lips and eyes.

Flash forward eight years and you both are still madly in love, and parents to two of the most rambunctious boys possible. Andrew was now 8 years old while Christopher has just turned 5. You loved your boys with all of your heart, but you never imagined saying some of the things that now come out of your mouth on a daily basis. You wondered if girls were any easier.

Walking into the living room to make sure both of the boys were doing their homework you were completely unsurprised by what you were witnessing. Andy had somehow managed to squish his brother into the couch cushions and was now sitting on him so he couldn’t climb out. All you could hear were your sons' muffled cries for help and Andy’s poor attempts to cover his laughter.

“Andrew Nicholas! Let your brother out from under the couch cushions. Now!” Andy jumped up quickly from the couch looking like the perfect example of a child caught with their hands inside the cookie jar. You quickly made your way over to the couch, prying the cushions off and pulling Chris out, checking him over for any injury while he clung to your scrub top as if his life depended on it, wiping his tears and nose off on your top as well.

“Andy you know better than to do that to your brother. You could really hurt him. Where did you learn to do that anyway?” You sat down on the coffee table, pulling Andy towards you by his shirt sleeve while still holding Chris to your chest. He wouldn’t look you in the eye, but when you prodded again for an answer, another voice cut into the conversation.

“Woah what’s going on here?” Bradley crouched down beside you, rubbing Chris’s back while looking between Andy and yourself for an answer. Knowing your son wouldn’t answer, you did it for him.

“Andy decided to stuff Chris into the couch and sit on him so he couldn’t get out. He was just about to tell me where he learned to do that from, isn’t that right Andy?”

“Come on, buddy. You know picking on your brother is wrong. You’re the big brother, you’re supposed to protect him, not hurt him.” Bradley told him with a soft but stern voice, forcing him to make eye contact.

“But you did it to Uncle Dean!” Andy finally spoke, his voice cracking from his temper flaring.

You quickly looked at Bradley and raised an eyebrow while you saw your husband blush, rub the back of his neck, and try to think of a response. At least he had the balls to look sheepish when his child called him out on his behavior.

“You’re right, I did. That doesn’t make it right though, buddy. Besides…Uncle Dean is much bigger than Chris and can fight back. He can’t do that yet. You need to be his protector, his friend. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. Sorry Chris.” Both of the boys hugged in forgiveness, all trace of tears long forgotten.

“Good boys. Now go wash up for dinner.” Both boys scurried quickly away to the upstairs bathroom. Bradley turned to you, pulling you to stand in front of him and gave you chaste kisses, holding you close to his body.

“You trapped my brother in the couch?”

“Kind of, what would fit anyway…I’m sorry, I didn’t know the boys were watching.”

“I’m surrounded by too much testosterone.” You breathed out through a laugh, giving Bradley a proper kiss hello after a long day at work. Before you could fully breathe in the scent of jet fuel, sweat, and aftershave, you heard the pounding footsteps of your boys on the stairs, ready to be fed.

“We’ll continue this later.” Bradley said with a wink, walking into the dining room to get the boys settled in their seats for dinner.

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After the boys were in bed for the night you were sitting in bed in your panties and tank top while Bradley was in the shower. Rubbing lotion into your legs and hands you recalled watching your husband tell the boys a bedtime story about a king and queen that had two princes named Andy and Chris, that had to fight off an evil queen from another realm to protect their mother that was pregnant with the first princess. The memory brought a goofy lovestruck smile to your face but also raised the question if he had meant what he was talking about.

You loved the life you had with your boys. You were just as in love with your husband as when you first met. You actually fall more in love with him every day. He is an amazing father, helping coach the boys little league baseball team on the weekends, helping with homework, or having them “help” him fix up things in the garage. He helps with dinner on nights that you are exhausted, helps you with the laundry, and he spoils you rotten with flowers and foot rubs constantly. You’re not sure what you ever did to deserve him, but you thank every higher power for sending him to you.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” Bradley’s raspy voice breaks through your inner thoughts, bringing you back to the present. Looking up you see your husband still damp from his shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His thick arms straining with his hands on his hips, nice and toned upper body damp and on display for your eyes only. He is a working man with the sexy dad bod. It’s never taken much to get your juices flowing whenever it came to him, and you were starting to feel the familiar tingling sensation in your lower belly.

“I was thinking about your bedtime story tonight. It was cute. Very creative, the boys really loved it.”

“Oh yeah? And what did the queen think of it?” Bradley asked, pulling his towel off, dropping it to the floor with a dull sound and climbing up the bed to hover over you.

“The queen is wondering if the king is trying to hint at another baby.” You said while giving a smirk of your own to answer his, running your hands up his arms and over his back. You could feel his semi hard length digging into your hip and lower stomach.

“Oh, baby, the king thinks a princess would be a great addition…just one more. Hopefully we get a princess this time around. We’re still young, can keep up with them.” He began to pepper kisses along your neck and collarbones. “Besides, you know I can’t get enough of you when you’re pregnant. It’s a shame I can’t keep you like that. So, your majesty, what’s the verdict?” He resumed peppering kisses all over your face and neck, avoiding your lips until you gave an answer.

“I say, let’s try for a princess.” You whispered in his ear, dragging your lips across the scars on his cheek and chin before reaching his own.

Bradley broke into a wide smile full of joy before planting his lips onto yours. Your mouths and tongues moved in a well-practiced rhythm, building in intensity as his hands slowly ghosted over your sides, pulling your tank top up as he went. Your lips only separated long enough for your tank top to come off before he was immediately kissing you again. His hands formed to your breasts, giving rough squeezes to the globes before his fingers circled, pinched, and pulled on your nipples. The sensations shot down to your core making you arch your back into him, keeping your sounds as quiet as possible to not disturb the little ears just down the hall.

You grasped onto the base of his cock, giving gentle tugs and pulls, causing pre-come to bead at the swollen tip. You smeared it over his cock, using it as lubricant for your hand. Just as you were gaining a little momentum, you heard a ripping sound and a tug on your hip and realized he just tore your panties from you. You were more turned on then you should be at the action but before you could think more about it, you felt one of his long and calloused fingers enter your slick opening at the perfect angle. After a few pumps in and out of you, you wanted more than his fingers were going to be able to do. You just needed him inside of you.

“Please Bradley…stop teasing.”

“I’ve got you, baby. I know what you need.”

Before you could even try to formulate a response he was coating the tip of his cock in your wetness, lodging himself at your opening but not moving forward just yet. He held your hips still with both of his hands, preventing you from moving him inside of you any further.

“Fast or slow, gorgeous…which one do you want?”

“God Roo…I just want your cock in me. Don’t you want to fill me up in every way possible, baby? Make me feel so good like only you can.”

You knew dirty talk was a big motivator for him and you were going to use it to your advantage. Watching the internal struggle play out over his face as he tries to hold back lets you know that it is working. Just as you open your mouth to continue your torture, he slams into you until your hips are flush together, pausing to let you adjust to his considerable thickness and length.

“Fuck, baby…so tight…so wet it’s practically pouring out of you.” He grunts quietly into your open mouth.

“You feel so good…so thick and hard…please fuck me.”

He held onto your hips, elevating them up into the air, your thighs thrown over his arms making sure you were completely open to him, allowing him to reach into the deepest places of your body. But, you were becoming impatient with your husbands teasing. You wanted it hard and fast, and you wanted it now. Before you could voice your wishes, he slowly pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your stomach, lifting your hips up to become level with his own, notching himself into place again.

“Grab a pillow sweetheart and hold on for the ride.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice and as soon as you buried your face into your pillow he slammed into you, causing your eyes to cross and your mouth to hang open in a silent moan. With a bruising grip on your hips, he set a punishing pace. The only sounds to be heard were both of your muffled moans and grunts, skin slapping against skin, and the headboard knocking against the wall. You wrapped both of your hands around the slats in the headboard to try and keep it from hitting the wall so as not to wake your sons.

“Fuck fuck fuck…I’m not gonna last, baby. Thinkin' about you all round and full, Jesus Christ.” Bradley harshly breathed out between thrusts, causing you to nod your head in agreement. You were almost there with the way he was rubbing against that sensitive rough patch on the front of your wall, you just needed a little extra push.

Just like always, your husband knew your body better than yourself, reaching around with his right hand to rub rough and tight circles into your clit while his other hand knotted itself into your hair. He pulled your hair back hard enough to arch your back, making everything feel as if sparks were exploding inside of your body. With a loud and drawn-out moan of his name your vision went white while fireworks exploded behind your eyes.

The constrictive movement of your walls caused his rhythm to falter and after three more sloppy thrusts, he spilled his seed as deep inside of you as he could; the warm and full feeling brought a second smaller orgasm to the surface before you both slumped down onto the bed.

“Holy shit…that was fucking hot.” He said against the back of your neck, rolling you both to your sides where he pulled you into his chest, rubbing the soft space underneath your belly button. The action caused you to smile before you yawned out a murmured agreement, both of you falling asleep in complete contentment thinking about the possibility of adding to your family.

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Four months later you were returning home from your doctor’s appointment to share the news of a new arrival with your family. Walking into the living room you were confronted with an unfortunately familiar sight.

“Bradley Bradshaw! Let my brother out from under the couch cushions! You better hope the boys don’t do this to their little brother or sister.”

You watched Bradley jump up from the couch and freeze as soon as your words registered. Dean lumbered out from the couch as gracefully as a bull in a china shop before running and giving you a hug.

“We, we did it? We really, did it?” Bradley quietly asked, shock all over his face. Giving him a teary nod, you were embraced in a forceful hug from your husband.

Yeah, motherhood was totally worth it, even if your husband acted like a child himself once in a while.

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[dequince]

deQuince. - Don't Hate The Player Hate The Game (Mixtape) -       

LISTEN HERE

          Tracklist

00:00​ ah week Hoe (Bonus Track)

01:36​ : This Bitch really think I Give ah F*ck

03:44​ I'm Trynna Get ah Nudda

05:25​ I'm not ah Rappah

07:27​ Blizzard

09:29​ They Luv Me

12:02​ We at the Top

14:04​ Fly by Night

16:09​ She ain't ever felt like this before

(All Tracks Prod. By Vinxia)

#Yuhhurdme​

[draftpink]

SOPHIE - WHOLE NEW WORLD (OIL OF EVERY PEARLS UN-INSIDES OUTTAKES)

O1. WHOLE NEW WORLD/PRETEND WORLD (SECTION 1 ROUGH)

02. FEELINGS (NINA SIMONE COVER) [OCT 2017 DEMO] with CECILE BELIEVE

03. PONYBOYPLAYTIME (PONYBOY VOX OUTTAKE)

04. PONYFACE (MONEY INSTRUMENTAL)

05. FACESHOPPING (ORIGINAL AND RE-PROD. SOPHIE MESS EXTREME OTT 2 CLEANED)

06. IS IT COLD IN THE WATER (CLEANER AUDIO 2)

07. INFATUATION (MORE BALANCE PUMP TRY 2)

08. EFGH (LASER ALT/OUTTAKE]

09. IUG (PRETEND WORLD/SHOPFRONT OUTTAKE]

10. IMMATERIAL (FEBRUARY DEMO 2)

11. HOASSDALL

12. IT'S OKAY TO CRY (CLEAN MORE PROD 5 IT FOR AUDIO BELLS AND MORE)

13: KGJ83GN93

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1M_waPocZdQGCOcKLYuxPqoAyEG7lwoNR

[theoneprecioustome]

Aikoto Moments Masterlist: P3R Edition

Notes:

As usual, while I'll try to cover everything, the list will focus on the non-optional moments that are there regardless of player input.

Dates are read day/month. I organized everything chronologically.

I bolded the most important ones.

The post is image heavy & contains spoilers for the entire game.

Opening

The Journey

✤ 20/07: Unknown to the player, Aigis, who was considered "inoperable", suddenly awakens when Makoto arrives to Yakushima.

✤ 21/07 - Operation Babe Hunt: The SEES Boys run into Aigis at the Yakushima dock, and a cutscene is dedicated to showing how cute she is. (Note: In P3 & P3FES, all three of them get a heart over their heads when they see her, including Makoto; this is the only time he reacts like that to a girl in the game).

✤ 21/07 - Chasing Aigis: After Makoto finally catches up to her, Aigis throws her arms around him and declares that being at his side is her highest priority. They stay like that during pretty much the entire scene.

✤ 21/07: The group is formally introduced to Aigis, who reiterates that it’s very important for her to be by Makoto’s side.

✤ 22/07: As the team fools around thanks in no small part to Aigis' prodding, Makoto thinks "With Aigis joining, things are likely to get livelier..."

✤ 24/07: Aigis wakes Makoto up 5 minutes earlier than his alarm clock and suggests she is put on standby in his room instead of the Command Room. Yukari complains about this, and the way she settles for finding a compromise by offering to get Aigis a room suggests that “[Aigis] can stay” & “I don’t care” are more likely to be chosen than "[Aigis] can't stay here."

✤ 25/07: If you go to the fortune teller, she will tell you an Aikoto-related fortune: "I see a girl... She stands between light and dark, life and simulacrum... She falters... as if not knowing on which side she belongs... Hm? She is trying to tell you something... Can you hear her words...?"

✤ 02/09: Aigis starts going to school and the person who usually sits by Makoto’s side just so happens to be missing, so Aigis gets their seat (thanks, devs!). She then proceeds to announce to the entire class that “This spot is perfect. My highest priority is to be with him at all times.”

✤ 20/09: Aigis watches over a sick, asleep Makoto only to notice his condition has improved. Despite this, she decides to keep watching over him until sunrise, showing that she was already developing emotions by then (this is further explored in a Drama CD). This scene is accessible only through the Security Camera recordings available in the Command Room.

✤ 04/11: When Aigis is controlled by Ikutsuki, Aigis manages to remember herself and her care for SEES as she and Makoto stare at each other. Once she frees them, Makoto runs to her and wraps a comforting arm around her shoulders.

✤ 17/11 - Kyoto school trip: Instead of following the girls' to their rooms, Aigis wishes to be appointed to Makoto's lol

✤ 30/11: After everyone else leaves to go study, Aigis and Makoto remain behind on their own. Aigis explains that she now understands the concept of loss, "The thought of something happening to you... It makes me..." (Note: In Japanese, Aigis says: "If something were to happen to you, if I could no longer be by your side, I…"). She also confesses that “You are very special to me… I can't explain why, but I never want to leave you side. I want to protect you at all costs, to be there for you always.” (It's important to note that Death was no longer sealed inside Makoto by this point, so Aigis' desire to remain by his side is born out of her own feelings.)

✤02/12: When Aigis greets him at school that morning and tells him she intends to protect everyone, Makoto has the option to ask what is up. If he does, Aigis asks him to please not worry. At night, we get the Moonlight Bridge Anime Cutscene and Aigis gets her memories back. She apologizes to Makoto for what she had to do. (Note: In P3 & FES, Makoto holds Aigis' hand when SEES arrive to the Moonlight Bridge - this animation was actually found within the P3R files, you can see it restored HERE.).

✤ 28/12: When you talk to Mitsuru, she says “Don't worry about Aigis. She is currently being treated with the utmost care.” So, it’s safe to assume Makoto asked about her.

✤ 30/12: Aigis is finally back. She asks Makoto how he has been holding up (one of his dialogue options is “I was worried about you.”) and apologizes for sealing Death inside him. All 3 of his Dialogue Options are supportive of Aigis: “You did what you had to”, “You had no choice” and “You did the right thing”.

✤ 25/01: Makoto has his Career Counseling meeting with Ms. Toriumi. Conveniently, Aigis' just so happens to be after his, so Ms. Toriumi asks him to go get her. Makoto finds Aigis at the rooftop, and the two share a scene where Aigis basically ends up confessing her (not-yet understood) feelings for him: “Even though Death is gone now, I… I still want to be by your side.” Aigis feels that if she's with Makoto, she can learn what it means to live. She then asks Makoto to please take her with him, because she will fight with everything she has. One of Makoto’s possible answers is: “I need you with me.”

Apparently he got pretty engrossed in their little moment, because we get a: "Oh, right. I just remembered Ms. Toriumi wanted to see Aigis." as the scene fades to black lol

✤ 31/01 - The Battle for Everyone’s souls:

As Makoto succumbs under Nyx's gravity and starts losing consciousness, we can see Aigis looking over at him and calling out his name.

Aigis is too shocked by the unexpected turn of events to react as Makoto starts levitating towards Nyx. All she can manage is a desperate plea: "No, don't go!"

Aigis’ is the last (alive) voice Makoto hears before he uses the seal (Shinji's soul being the very last voice). She begs Makoto to come back: "You promised... Didn't you? Please, you have to make it back!"

After all is said and done, Aigis laments her lack of strength. "Why am I so powerless...? Am I really unable to protect the ones important to me?! This is what I was trying to prevent!" (Note: While the line was translated in plural as "the ones", it would've been more accurate to translate it as "the one", because Aigis was talking about Makoto, who may or may not have been lost to Nyx. Case in point:)

It’s only after Aigis calls out to him and begs him to say something that we get a "I can hear everyone desperately calling out to me." and the option to reply. Her reaction is also the first we see.

Aigis is the one to notice that Makoto is coming back to them, and she takes off running to reunite with him. As SEES happily and tearfully welcomes him back, Aigis finds herself crying for the very first time. (Note: Since the animated cutscene from P3 & FES is missing in P3R, please do watch it here to see Aigis crying and Makoto getting emotional over it. It's worth it!)

✤ 04/03: Makoto and Junpei spot Aigis observing them from behind a tree. Junpei wonders if she may be interested in one of them.

✤ 05/03: Aigis comes to find Makoto before the graduation ceremony. Once she got her memories back, she feared he would disappear again. Makoto can either confirm that he remembers as well or tell her “Don’t cry”.

✤ 05/03 - Rooftop Scene: We see a few flashbacks to Aikoto scenes that were not shown before this point, including Makoto turning to look at Aigis during the Nyx fight and Aigis holding his Evoker.

Aigis thanks Makoto, because she found her reason to live thanks to him. She promises that she will always be there by his side, protecting him. Makoto wipes her tears away without player input, and her smiling face is the last thing he sees before he closes his eyes for the last time with a smile of his own.

Ending

✤ The credits begin with Makoto and end with Aigis.

✤ The ending song, Memories of You, is very clearly Aigis' POV about Makoto. She even quotes the song during her Social Link: "I will never leave you."

✤ The music playing during the New Game Screen is I'll Protect You (the sont that plays during Aikoto's rooftop scene), and the image shown is an empty classroom with Makoto's Evoker and SEES armband.

Optional Events

✤ 15/08 - If the player chooses to walk Koromaru that night, Aigis can go with Makoto. There, the player will once again be told that Aigis wants to go to the summer Festival lol

✤ 16/08 - Summer Festival: The player can choose to go to the Summer Festival with Mitsuru and Aigis. If Makoto goes with them, he can suggest that he and Aigis should hold hands, but Aigis thinks he wants to restrain her and rejects his proposal. If the player chooses to go alone, Makoto will still run into Mitsuru and Aigis, but the girls won't notice him. (Note: The game makes sure to let the player know that Aigis is planning to attend the Summer Festival.)

✤ 28/08 - Film Festival: Makoto can go to the Film Festival with Aigis. After discovering that being a ninja is the "ultimate status that a man can achieve", Aigis jokes that she will start calling Makoto like that. (Note: Once again, the game makes sure the player will know when to ask Aigis to the film festival. If the player talks to her on 27/28, it will tell you that she can go tomorrow.)

✤ 05/10 - If the player chooses to walk Koromaru that night, Aigis can go with Makoto again.

✤ 07/01 - If the player chooses to walk Koromaru that night, Aigis can go with Makoto one last time. She will ask Makoto if he wants to walk home with her tomorrow because she wants to experience the town with him, thus letting the player know that Aigis' S-Link is about to begin.

✤ 29/01 - Last Walk with Koromaru: All of SEES go together for this special occasion, and we see everyone hanging out in pairs. Makoto and Aigis are together, playing with Koromaru. We're told that "Everyone is having fun, as if trying to make the most of this moment..."

✤ 31/01: If Aigis is in the player's party during the fight against Nyx, she will tell Makoto that she's with him until the very end.

Social Activities

✤ Gardening: Starting on July 17, there are three different gardening events with Aigis. At the end, Aigis will decide that she wants to do her best to make her way in the world, like Makoto and everyone else.

✤ Reading: This activity unlocks in September and also features three different events, during which Aigis learns that staying true to her beliefs and having a strong heart are the best ways to look dependable. Aikoto-wise, the highlights are the first and second events. During the first, Aigis and Makoto read together from the same book and Aigis essentially asks him to show her his butt. During the second, Makoto has the option to reply "a cute girl" when Aigis asks what she looks like to everyone else.

✤ Studying: On 10/11, Aigis will ask Makoto to study with her so they can learn more about each other. Ken and Koromaru will join them, and the event will end with Aikoto carrying a sleeping Ken to his room.

✤ 08/01 - Social Link: Aigis' Social Link, The Aeon, can be started on January 8. It features a platonic and a romantic route. In the platonic route, Aigis and Makoto agree to be best friends and they take a selfie together. In the romantic route, Makoto touches Aigis' Papillon heart. Both routes can be watched HERE.

Misc

✤ If Makoto dates Aigis and goes to Tartarus with her, she will have special dialogues (like in P3P).

✤ Compilation of all the Text Messages Aigis can send Makoto.

✤ Jundori & Aikoto Parallels, P3R Style

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Hi RT, more examples of UK's 2000s creative fascinator/ hat craze on royal/ royal adjacent ladies ( FYI. No need to post if you don't want to as this Is just a fun send for your amusement)

Also, once I googled royal hats from longer period of 2000 - 2012 period, I was surprised at how many 'crazy' hats popped up. 

Camilla attending a wedding in the early 00s

https://c8.alamy.com/comp/2CR95TF/britains-camilla-duchess-of-cornwall-r-and-her-former-husband-andrew-parker-bowles-l-together-with-their-son-tom-top-r-leave-after-the-wedding-of-their-daughter-laura-parker-bowles-to-harry-lopes-at-st-cyriacs-church-in-lacock-wiltshire-west-england-may-6-2006-reuterstoby-melville-2CR95TF.jpg

Laura Parker Bowles at Charles and Camilla's wedding 2005

https://media-cldnry.s-nbcnews.com/image/upload/t_fit-1500w,f_auto,q_auto:best/msnbc/Components/Photos/050409/050409_wedding_heads_vmed_1p.jpg

https://c8.alamy.com/comp/G82A3M/royal-wedding-marriage-of-prince-charles-and-camilla-parker-bowles-G82A3M.jpg

Sophie Edinburgh at Charles and Camilla's wedding 2005

https://c8.alamy.com/comp/G82A34/royal-wedding-marriage-of-prince-charles-and-camilla-parker-bowles-G82A34.jpg

https://c8.alamy.com/comp/G82GNE/royal-wedding-marriage-of-prince-charles-and-camilla-parker-bowles-G82GNE.jpg

Annabel Elliot at Charles and Camilla's wedding 2005

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e6/9a/7d/e69a7d382a38c7828d2437f790ed0f25.jpg

Kitty Spencer WK's royal wedding 2011

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/81/3e/fb/813efb326743d4e6cfb3656f63028948.jpg

https://images.hellomagazine.com/horizon/original_aspect_ratio/1048ff72d3b9-lady-kitty-spencer-william-kate-wedding-z.jpg

Zara Tindall WK's royal wedding 2011

https://cdn.images.express.co.uk/img/dynamic/12/590x/secondary/Zara-Tindall-wore-metallic-grey-dress-for-Kate-and-William-s-wedding-4711567.avif?r=1682432587756

https://cdn.images.express.co.uk/img/dynamic/12/590x/secondary/Zara-accessorised-with-a-hat-by-Phillip-Treacy-4711583.avif?r=1682432587774

Sophie Winkleman and The Queen of Belgium wore almost identical hats at WK's wedding

https://static01.nyt.com/images/2011/04/29/fashion/weddings/royal-hats-slide-1PMM/royal-hats-slide-1PMM-jumbo.jpg?quality=75&auto=webp&disable=upscale

https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod/images/princess-mathilde-of-belgium-hat-1517328710.jpg

Royal ladies at random events 2006 - 2012

Zara Tindall

https://media-cldnry.s-nbcnews.com/image/upload/t_fit-760w,f_auto,q_auto:best/MSNBC/Components/Slideshows/_production/_archive/Today%20Show/Royals/ss-110222-royal-hats/ss-120619-royal-hats-10.jpg

Sophie Edinburgh

https://media-cldnry.s-nbcnews.com/image/upload/t_fit-760w,f_auto,q_auto:best/MSNBC/Components/Slideshows/_production/ss-110222-royal-hats/ss-110222-UK-hats-sophie2.jpg

https://media.tatler.com/photos/6141ed059f9d1339639a7862/master/w_320%2Cc_limit/gettyimages-71255119.jpg

https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod/images/princess-sophie-of-wessex-1517519704.jpg

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5c/3b/36/5c3b361bd340e87125b952c35ed9beb1.png

[dhiings]

𖦹 SEVENTEENTH HEAVEN

Jane's masterlist ⋆｡˚ Moodboard ;O

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼 SOS (Prod. Marshmello) 0:25 ~ 0:26 previously Mingyu’s line I’ll tell you again for us 0:28 ~ 0:29 previously Mingyu’s line Ain’t the true happiness 0:32 ~ 0:33 previously Mingyu’s line We need to find a way out 1:41 ~ 1:47 previously Seungkwan’s line Where is the love We can find the love 2:26 ~ 2:31 previously Mingyu’s line We’re gonna be okay Our tomorrow is a brighter day We’re gonna be okay Our tomorrow is a brighter day

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼 God of Music 1:45 ~ 1:53 previously Woozi’s line gaemiye balsori majeodo Harmony 3:09 ~ 3:12 previously Wonwoo’s line eumage shini ittamyeon

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼 Diamond Days 1:16 ~ 1:23 previously Woozi’s line Da- Diamond days Da- Diamond 3:02 ~ 3:04 previously Mingyu’s line urimane Day day Diamond days

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼 Monster 1:06 ~ 1:08 previously S.coups’s line (modu nal bureujana Monster) 1:51 ~ 1:53 previously Vernon’s line jigeum naye salmeun saljjak Pop star 2:17 ~ 2:26 previously All’s line saramdeureun da ungseongungseong yaenedeul daeche mweonde jallagamyeon eolmana jallagandago tteodeulsseokhae

𓇼 ⋆｡˚ 𓆝⋆｡˚ 𓇼 Headliner 1:11 ~ 1:14 previously Jeonghan’s line hanappunin naye Treasure nan junbidwaesseo

[kpoploveblog]

PSY - PSY 9th The 9th Album (2022)

2022.04.29

Track List: 01. 9INTRO 02. That That (Prod. & Feat. Suga de BTS) 03. Celeb 04. 감동이야 (Feat. Sung Si Kyung) 05. 밤이 깊었네 (Feat. Heize) 06. GANJI (Feat. Jessi) 07. 이제는 (Feat. Hwa Sa) 08. Happier (Feat. Crush) 09. 나의 월요일 10. Everyday 11. forEVER (Feat. Tablo) 12. 내일의 나에게

↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓

[elentary]

Sweet(ish) Whumptober 2023 - Nyariewen - Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett [Archive of Our Own]

Whumptober 2023 is here!!!

...and it's finally complete.

I have used multiple prompts for each day but this is my main theme list.

• 01) “How many fingers am I holding up?” ✌️

• 02) Thermometer 🌡️

• 03) Solitary Confinement 🫥

• 04) Cattle prod ⚡

• 05) Pinned down 🔨

• 06) Made to watch 😢

• 07) Radio silence 🤐

• 08) Outnumbered ⚠️

• 09) Mistaken identity 🙅

• 10) Stranded 🏝️

• 11) Animal trap 🪤

• 12) "I'm up, I'm up" 🧍

• 13) Infection 🦠

• 14) Water inhalation 💦

• 15) "I'm fine" 🫠

• 16) Gurney 🛏️

• 17) Touch aversion 🚫

• 18) Tortured For Information 🤐

• 19) Floral Bouquet💐

• 20) Blanket 🏳️🌈

• 21) Restraints ⛓️

• 22) Glass Shard 🚘

• 23) Shadows😶🌫️

• 24) Hunting 🏹

• 25) Buried Alive ⚰️

• 26) Working To Exhaustion 😵

• 27) Scars 🩹

• 28) Sacrifice 🔪

• 29) Scented Candle🕯️

• 30) Bridal Carry 👰♂️

• 31) “I thought that I was getting better.” 🫨

It was a really funny event and I was able to use multiple prompts at once.

As always, I have been rather late at posting.

But I did all of them!

[enchi-elm]

Apfelessig rewatches Turn, 2x01: Thoughts of a Free Man

1:34 "NOT NOW, BILL!"

2:06 Rogers cleans up well.

3:00 This whole "Mad King George" thing is... laying it on a bit thick.

4:12 Oh good, sex.

4:47 I think this show has many flaws and this whole section in London always felt just... One of those moments where it feels like half the cast are caricatures.

6:46 Yesssss. If the scene I think of is coming up, that will make up for it.

7:30 "And you come to me with rumour." Love it when the show does a callback to my fic.

8:44 *flinch* I forget that Caleb calls him that. And for the record, because I can't pass up a teachable moment, Han Yerry's people are the Oneida, the People of the Standing Stone, part of the Haudenosaunee.

11:04 I love love love love love that scene. The kind of character development that we don't see from the writers in Caleb for another 2 seasons. *side eye*

Let me just rewatch that actually, now that I know a bit more history.

"Whale oil off a fat Tory skip, resold for 12 pounds in Devil's Belt", Devil's Belt here just meaning the Long Island Sound.

13:52 ...Is he burning tree sap as light? I didn't know you could do that.

14:31 SPY BASE SPY BASE!

14:55 Abe, latest Assassin recruit, assembles his wrist blade for the first time.

16:40 "Problem? No, I simply wish to drink...an ale." Hewlett is me entering a sports bar.

17:23 Anna, probably: "Woooow. Interesting."

18:41 Anna, probably: "I miss ninety seconds ago, when my life was less complicated."

19:44 Adore his pronunciation of Loch Lomond, a feat that many English persons can't achieve to this day.

23:16 It's not a bad speech, Abe.

23:47 Should... Abe and Mary not have had a better conversation about the whole spy thing at this point

25:10 Hahaha. Yeah, Abe. Get an escort. Be chaperoned.

(continuing several days later)

25:57 Braaaaaadford. heeeeeeeeey.

26:11 You know, I haven't read this pamphlet, I have no idea how inflammatory any of this really is. I mean Ben goes off, but of course Ben goes off.

26:36 "Not for much longer, I think." Oh man, I really like Bradford this go-around.

27:22 Eyyyyy classic fight

27:23 I think the fandom has classified the Bradford/Ben tension perfectly well. If anything we need more fics.

29:10 "You know these officer types" *chef's kiss* classic Tallster scene Edit: Okay, I will say, though. Because I'm Team Caleb, ride or die. It's a bit much, just a BIT, to have their earlier interaction being Caleb grieving the loss of his uncle with Ben thoroughly losing his respect by asking him to prod Abe for information before he knows it's safe to do so... and then have Caleb save Ben and give attention to Ben and ask Ben if he's alright... Like, sure. Ben says he won't move without Caleb's say-so, but also, like, Ben you should have gone and mended those fences sooner. Like, I address this in my fic, Ben's tendency to take his underlings for granted, and this is a really good example of the "Heart of a Dog" thing Caleb has going on in this canonical relationship.

29:40 "God night, and good bless." Hewlett, you're such a nerd <3

30:15 "I think we should talk" I would rewrite this scene's start but this has such potential

31:47 Abe. Let her go. *flicks knife* Seriously.

32:45 ....Okay. Hear me out. Mary/Abe? But like. Seriously. As in, taken seriously. This scene has so much more in it than I remember. "Mary. I don't feel the same." "I know. And it's not as bad as I feared. And I feared it for so long." Listen, this could be a really tortured but incredible slow-burn, marriage-of-convenience to lovers thing if it was done well and Abe actually had character transformation.

34:02 Imagine studying the law and also being a spy. Like. You'd have so much homework. And then you'd have to go be a spy.

34:54 ....I have seen so many Ben gifs from this scene.

35:19 "Tell me, do you have gutter journalists in your country?" "In France, we would have them thrown in the Bastille." A+ writing, Washington is so done.

36:29 Hello Arnold. Omg... Ben's got such stars in his eyes. How on earth did I get him to fall in love with Caleb XD He's actually got puppy eyes for Arnold. Do we have Arnold/Ben fic? In these early episodes?

39:57 Trying to see the good in Abe, here. He's very crafty, I'll give him that. You know, @meretriciouslyloquacious called me on this recently, but I seem to have beef with Abe XD I really struggle with him and honestly, I can't really say why. I think he's a bit childish with his attachment to Anna, but I guess that's probably the most explained part of his backstory.

42:00 I have no memory of this scene.

43:05 Riiiiight, the Northwest Passage. Oh, riiiiiiiiiiight, they send him after Caleb. Riiiiight! The seal! I guess they needed him for this throughline.

[afflictedbythe-not-knowing]

Red (Taylor's Version)

Announced: June 18, 2021

Released: November 12, 2021

Genre: Country/Pop

TRACKLIST

 State of Grace (Taylor's Version) 4:55

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe

2. Red (Taylor's Version) 3:43

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe

3. Treacherous (Taylor's Version)  4:02

Written By: Taylor Swift, Dan Wilson

Produced By: Dan Wilson

4. I Knew You Were Trouble (Taylor's Version)  3:39

Written By: Taylor Swift, Max Martin, Johan Shellback

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe, Johan Shellback

5. All Too Well (Taylor's Version) 5:29

Written By: Taylor Swift, Liz Rose

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe

6. 22 (Taylor's Version)  3:50

Written By: Taylor Swift, Max Martin, Johan Shellback

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe, Johan Shellback

7. I Almost Do (Taylor's Version)  4:04

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe

8. We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Taylor's Version)  3:13

Written By: Taylor Swift, Max Martin, Johan Shellback

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Johan Shellback, Christopher Rowe

9. Stay Stay Stay (Taylor's Version)  3:25

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe

10. The Last Time ft. Gary Lightbody (Taylor's Version) 4:59

Written By: Taylor Swift, Gary Lightbody, Jacknife Lee

Produced By: Jacknife Lee

11. Holy Ground (Taylor's Version) 3:22

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Jeff Bhasker

12. Sad Beautiful Tragic (Taylor's Version)  4:44

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe, Paul Mirkovich

13. The Lucky One (Taylor's Version)  4:00

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Jeff Bhasker

14. Everything Has Changed ft. Ed Sheeran (Taylor's Version)  4:05

Written By: Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran

Produced By: Butch Walker

15. Starlight (Taylor's Version)  3:40

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe, Paul Mirkovich

16. Begin Again (Taylor's Version)  3:58

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe

17. The Moment I Knew (Taylor's Version)  4:45

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe

18. Come Back...Be Here (Taylor's Version)  3:43

Written By: Taylor Swift, Dan Wilson

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Dan Wilson

19. Girl At Home (Taylor's Version)  3:40

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Elvira Anderfjard

20. State of Grace (Acoustic Version) (Taylor's Version)  5:21

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe

21. Ronan (Taylor's Version)  4:24

Written By: Taylor Swift, Maya Thompson

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe

22. Better Man (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault]  3:43

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner

23. Nothing New ft. Phoebe Bridgers (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault]  4:18

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner, Tony Berg

24. Babe (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault]  3:44

Written By: Taylor Swift, Patrick Monahan

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff

25. Message in a Bottle (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault]  3:45

Written By: Taylor Swift, Max Martin, Johan Shellback

Produced By: Elvira Anderfjard, Shellback

26. *I Bet You Think About Me ft. Christ Stapleton (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault]  4:45

Written By: Taylor Swift, Lori McKenna

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner

27. Forever Winter (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault]  3:13

Written By: Taylor Swift, Mark Foster

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff

28. Run ft. Ed Sheeran (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault]  4:00

Written By: Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner

29. The Very First Night (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault]  3:20

Written By: Taylor Swift, Amund Bjorklund, Espen Lind

Produced By: Espionage, Tim Blacksmith, Danny D

30. All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault]  10:13

Written By: Taylor Swift, Liz Rose

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Jack Antonoff

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31. Safe and Sound ft. Joy Williams and John Paul White (Taylor's Version)  3:59

Written By: Taylor Swift, John Paul White, Joy Williams, T Bone Burnett

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe, Paul Mirkovich

32. Eyes Open (Taylor's Version)  4:03

Written By: Taylor Swift

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Christopher Rowe, Paul Mirkovich

33. All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor's Version) [From The Vault] (Sad Girl Autumn Version) - Recorded at Long Pond Studios  9:58

Written By: Taylor Swift, Liz Rose

Produced By: Taylor Swift, Aaron Dessner

PROLOGUE

I’ve always said that the world is a different place for the heartbroken. It moves on a different axis, at a different speed. Time skips backwards and forwards fleetingly. The heartbroken might go through thousands of micro-emotions a day trying to figure out how to get through it without picking up the phone to hear that old familiar voice. In the land of heartbroken, moments of strength, independence, and devil-may-care rebellion are intricately woven togethеr with grief, paralyzing vulnerability and hopelеssness. Imagining your future might always take you on a detour back to the past. And this is all to say, that this is my version of Red.

Musically and lyrically, Red resembled a heartbroken person. It was all over the place, a fractured mosaic of feelings that somehow all fit together in the end. Happy, free, confused, lonely, devastated, euphoric, wild, and tortured by memories past. Like trying on pieces of a new life, I went into the studio and experimented with different sounds and collaborators. And I'm not sure if it was pouring my thoughts into this album, hearing thousands of your voices sing the lyrics back to me in passionate solidarity, or if it was simply time, but something was healed along the way.

Sometimes you need to talk it over (over and over and over) for it to ever really be… over. Like your friend who calls you in the middle of the night going on and on about their ex, I just couldn't stop writing. This will be the first time you hear all 30 songs that were meant to go on Red. And hey, one of them is even ten minutes long.

Sincerely, Taylor

[dequince]

deQuince.

- Don't Hate The Player Hate The Game -

00:00 ah week Hoe (Bonus Track)

01:36 This B*tch really think iGive ah F*ck

03:44 I'm Trynna Get ah Nudda

05:25 I'm not ah Rappah

07:27 Blizzard

09:29 They Luv Me

12:02 We at the Top

14:04 Fly by Night

16:09 She ain't ever felt like this before

(All Tracks Prod. By Vinxia)

#Yuhhurdme

[wesagar1994]

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Analytical Application 3: Poststructuralism and Postmodernism

Postmodern: The Intro Scenes

Tykwer, 1998, 0:01:40 - 0:02:53

Tykwer, 1998, 0:04:38 - 0:04:45

Postmodernism is a reaction against modernism or what is, through mass, popular, or high culture, considered the establishment and therefore even the enemy[1]. Postmodernism is hard to define as it is defined by what it is reacting against and has multiple versions. To expand on the last part, postmodernism experiences a phenomenon where with an emergence of postmodernism comes the changing of the tide of what is considered establishment and hence a change in reaction against that establishment and the formation of a new postmodern. The old postmodern becomes the modern and a new postmodern (which may even resemble the old modern in a rebellious act of nostalgia) is formed. To be succinct, postmodernism is a challenge to what we consider good and true.

We as audience members have come to expect a certain significance from the opening scenes of a film. Something that clues us in on our main characters and main conflict. The opening scene of Run Lola Run is a challenge to this structure, and a larger challenge to the idea of truth and importance. It is postmodern in style as it challenges cinematic manners like a kid refusing to give a proper introduction. We do not see our main characters, save for there brief photo introduction in the opening credits of all the cast. We do see our side characters, who with a traditional analysis lenses do not have that much impact on the plot. For example, Lola merely bumps into the first lady with the baby while running. This lady through traditional narrative lenses can be summarized to merely an obstacle, yet it is she along with several others who the camera focuses on in the frenetic crowd of people. This opening scene, paired with the subsequent scene zooming in to Lola from the birds eye view of Berlin diminishes the importance or singularity of the main character and thus challenges the modern film notion of main character and the modern ideology of singularity. How can we view Lola the same as any main character when we know her place in the world is so small and rubbed against so many other people with potential stories of their own?

This opening scene is not only postmodern in style but postmodern in ideology challenging the things we collectively tell ourselves (that there is truth, reason, and destiny) in order to quell the overwhelming mystery of human nature. The narration at the beginning of the film, a subversion of narration that usually gives us insight to the main character or plot, asks us to question everything and accept the futility of answers. “Why do we believe anything at all?” (2:12) Cheekily our narrator, a referee, says that the only thing one can be sure of is that “the ball is round. The game lasts 90 minutes… Everything else is pure theory” (2:40). The only thing in life we can be sure of is its game like quality. It lasts a certain amount and yet it is always rolling. The other rules (modern structures and beliefs) we impose on the game (on life) are merely theory.

Postmodernism is the challenge of the norm, and the opening scene of Run Lola Run challenges what we have come to expect from opening narration scenes as well as prods us to challenge certain ideologies about structure and truth.

[1]Fredric Jameson, “Postmodernism and Consumer Society”, in Modernism/Postmodernism, ed. E. Ann Kaplan (New York: Routledge, 2014), 164, 165.

Hyperreality: the “And Then” Montages

Tykwer, 1998, 19:11-0:19:17

Baudrilliard uses hyperreality to describe what we think is real in a world that is not real. His example of Disneyworld discusses how Disney attempts to paint itself as imaginary to enforce that the world outside of Disney is real. Hyperreality is this “real” world; “deprived of symbolic substance, it doubles back upon itself, draws its energy from its own reflection and its disappointment with itself”[1]. Disneyland mimics the “real world” and thus gives it a certain legitimacy that it is only able to gain through its reflection. Hyperreal is the resemblance/construction of a sense of realness that is created through the manipulation of the ever increasingly indistinguishable perceived imaginary and real. Disney crafts a hyperreality for the outside world, while also providing an immersive enough capitalistic experience that it becomes its own form of hyperreality (a “third-order simulation”)[2].

During each of Lola’s runs, the side characters she bumps into interrupt the narrative with quick flash montages of images showing their supposed fates. In a sense, these montages are confirming the reality of Lola’s situation while paradoxically making the audience question the reality principle’s tenets of destiny and fate.

By imposing this fullness of life on these characters that Lola only briefly interacts with, the projected lives of others create an illusion of reality about us and the wider world. A hyperreality is created because our own experiences are supposedly mirrored in that of others even if we aren’t privy to these experiences. If the other people we interact with all have full lives and fates awaiting them, then we ourselves do and there is a larger order to the world which we belong to. 

There is, however, no certainty to the fates of the characters in the montages. It is uncertain the first time around if this is projected or if there is any truth to it. Additionally, through the subsequent runs, these montages change. This goes with the narrative idea of how different choices have different outcomes, but it also calls to question the idea of truth or destiny. If all these side characters can have such different fates, how can there be any truth to what one is supposed to experience. And if all these side people in life’s fates are uncertain, so is the supposed humanity and realness we have imposed on ourselves or on Lola. The hyperreal is exposed as a falsification of real drawn from simulation: there is no reality or truth in these projected futures of others and thus we are drawn to question the source which the hyperreal mirrors.

Through the several and then montages, a hyperreality about the fullness and realness of the world Lola presides in is created and then questioned through subsequent alternate montages that questions the solidity of fate in others and in oneself.

[1]Jean Baudrillard, “from ‘Simulacra and Simulations”, in Modernism/Postmodernism, ed. and with Introduction by Mark Poster (New York: Routledge, 2014),  161.

[2] Baudrillard, 154.

Pastiche: the Animated Running Sequences

Tyler, 1998, 0:02:53 - 0:04:01, 0:55:00 - 0:55:22

Pastiche, although like parody, is an imitation of something that lacks the intent to ridicule or criticize what it is replicating. Many a times, parody is criticizing because one has the notion that what it is discussing does not measure up to reality or derails from reality in a laughable or even punishable way. Pastiche does not carry this notion and is in a sense an empty parody.[1] It accepts what it is copying as either the truth that parody would compare it to does not exist (like in Baudrillard’s theory) or has become invalid (such as when postmodern becomes the new modern).

The first time we see Lola is in animated form during the credits. In these credits she is running forward and dodging many elements including a clock counting down time. This is reminiscent of many early video game platformers where the objective is merely to go forward (run) and avoid obstacles in a timely manner (a time challenge). In each of the animated sequences when Lola runs out of her home, there is the neighbor with the dog who provides an early obstacle (like the goombas in Mario). In the third run, Lola expertly leaps over the dog a la the world’s favorite mustached overall wearing plumber. Additionally, I want to point out the similarity between Lola’s character design and that of Lara Croft. They both have blue-ish tank tops and cargo like bottoms with a belt. The techno music playing in the background confirms that these choices and imitations are done consciously. 

The style of videogames is imitated in the movie, but this means that it must be determined if the movie is doing pastiche or parody. The movie never mocks the genre of video games or suggests that what happens in the animated sequences is unimportant to the story. For example, in the second one she trips over the dog guy’s leg in the animation and we see her limp after she fell at the bottom of the stairs in the physical film world (0:35:19 - 0:35:41). To be a parody of video games, the movie would have to suggest the video game world or a character’s habit of viewing the world in a video game style is a laughable derailment of reality. This film, however, uses the video game style to reveal something about reality rather than comment on video games dissimilarity or failure of reality. Videogames are like Baudrillard’s Disneyland: a way to reflect the real in a way that justifies its realness and saves the reality principle. Run Lola Run suggests that life and the arbitrary choices we all make are like a video game. There are desirable outcomes in this world, but there is no truth. Who’s to say whether Lola died or succeeded? Who’s to say which is the truth? Aren’t they all as equally likely? A parody of video games would stick to enforcing the reality principle, while this pastiche of video games breaks down the reality principle.

This pastiche of the video game style in the film doesn't parody the style in comparison to reality but rather breaks down the hyperreality we have created between game and life, thus revealing the true game like nature of life.

[1] Jameson, “Postmodernism and Consumer Society”, 167.

Parody: the Casino Scene

Tykwer, 1998, 1:05:10 - 1:08:37

Parody, as stated before in my definition of pastiche, is imitation that through its imitation highlights the discrepancy of the thing being imitated from the real or what should be real. Parody has a satirical impulse, and a latent belief in a possibility of discovering the real by imitating and thus mocking the false[1]. 

The serious and stoic nature of the others in the casino feels misplaced and odd within the world of Run Lola Run. Despite Lola being the outcast (by her hair and her standing while everyone else is sitting), we the audience have spent enough time with her to feel that the oddness belongs to everyone else. The music also decreases its frenetic techno nature and becomes more in line with a traditional drama score. The way that the other characters hold themselves, the more dramatic pauses in place of fast paced shot editing feel like they are from a different movie. The table is shown from a bird’s eye view with several close ups allowing the audience to see the bets being made and the chips being given out. The last roulette round uses a slow motion shot to reveal Lola’s win. It’s tense, mesmerizing, and a lot slower than most of the very fast movie. For the most part the scene is way more serious until Lola wins her second round by emitting a piercing scream that breaks glasses, catches everyone’s attention, and causes the ball to land on her number. 

This provides a first level of parody, where Lola’s scream is a subversion of what is expected and thus makes us believe in the real- where these tense scenes should be won sheerly by luck or perhaps by some cheating. This is, however, reveals another level of parody, or perhaps more accurately reveals the similarity between Lola’s ridiculous scream winning her fortune and the usual results of gambling scenes. The parody and the real are indistinguishable. Lola’s scream is a ridiculous move of willpower forcing the hand of luck, which is exactly what everyone else in the casino is trying to do (especially the cheaters). They may hide their desperation to the arbitrary nature of fate better than the disheveled Lola, but they too are playing the game and sometimes being played by the game. The expected outcome of this gambling scene due to its imitation of other movie gambling scenes is subverted in a parody that compares Lola’s fantastical win to reality and realizes the similarity of the two, thus discarding the idea of what real is and replacing it with the truth being the game and everything else being theory. 

Parody is a more viscous intent of imitating, that can sometimes become indistinguishable from a perceived truth and thus shedding a light on one’s inability to determine truth[2]. The casino scene in Run Lola Run is a parody of the tense and serious nature of casinos in film and in theory. Her win through a ridiculous and supposedly unreal force causes one to look at what is perceived as the real way to win at casinos which ultimately, because casinos are the ultimate game of chance, causes one to see the game nature of the world with its arbitrary nature and consequences. 

[1] Jameson, 167.

[2] Baudrillard, 156.

Nostalgia Mode: the Second Conversation in Red

(left) Tykwer, 1998, 0:52:29 - 0:54:23

(right) Blizzard Entertainment, 2012, Diablo 3

Nostalgia mode, different from the nostalgia film, is something that gratifies a deep need/desire to return to something before, perhaps an older time through reliving its aesthetic rituals[1]. Jameson’s idea of the nostalgia mode focuses on movies that either relive the past with factual detail or recall some kind of past longing or experience even if it itself did not exist in historical reality like Star Wars[2].

The movie, during its cut scenes tinted red after the death of either Manni or Lola, cast a nostalgic light on the events that have already happen and created a strong desire to go back and get it right. The second and third runs are a nostalgia mode for the first run. The cut scenes do more than just separate the runs but provide motivator for the next. Specifically, the second cut scene, after Manni has died, provides Lola a strong motivation to prove her love (and her unwillingness to let him die) through her third and final run. As stated before, this is very reminiscent of a video game death screen and in certain games cut scenes that then motivate the player to not get it wrong. During these chats, which are a slow moment unscored by the frenetic pulses of the runs, the characters question choice and fate. If he died, was it always her fate to be with someone else? Who is to say that there is even a fate that put them together in the first place? These questions, placed right after a death of a character, create this deep longing for a controlled world or at least one where, if only for a moment, one can hold the reins of chance. 

Nostalgia mode is the use of aesthetic replication to gratify a need to go back and reexperience a time or feeling. The post death scene chats create this desire in Lola (and in an audience that is rooting for her) to go back and relive the circumstances leading up to this point in a different matter. The subsequent runs which are similar enough to the first satisfy this need to go back. In consistency with its similarity to the video game world, Run Lola Run also satisfies the desire to immerse oneself in the simpleness of video games where the arbitrary nature of the world is kept at bay through multiple chances at getting the best outcome.

[1] Jameson, 170.

[2] Jameson, 169.