#the camera is pressed right up against my face and zoomed out. she was like right on top of me

[m00ngbin]

?? Can I help you???

[sugoroo]

# PUT ME IN A MOVIE!

ʚɞ summary. in which the jjk men decide to send a snippet of your fun in the sheets to a friend, so you better be ready to put on a good show. . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + nanami.

warnings. fem!reader, exhibitionism, filming of sex, oral (m receiving), facial, fingering, pussy slaps, penetration (p in v), doggystyle, spanking + brief choking in toji's, squirting, handjob, 18+ minors dni.

SATORU GOJO

"yeahhh, stay just like that for me, baby," satoru croons as he peers down at your patiently waiting form, raising the phone slightly to get the best possible angle of your position knelt between his legs. "suguru's gonna dig this."

"isn't he gonna be pissed at you for sending him something like this while he's on a mission abroad?" you inquire curiously, raising an eyebrow as your boyfriend quickly dismisses your question with a simple wave of his hand.

"nah, i'm sure he'll appreciate having some... material to keep him sated during that boring ass assignment." the white-haired menace grins unapologetically, reaching down with his free hand to push some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. "—not to mention, he's always going on about how pretty he finds you. he should be honoured i'm willing to let him see this, honestly."

"if you say so, toru," you hum sceptically with a small shrug, earning yourself a fond head pat from the aforementioned man as he returns his attention to the view from behind the screen. "and what do you want me to do, exactly?"

"just do what you usually would before sucking me off," satoru instructs, before pausing to scratch the underside of his chin thoughtfully. "but add a little more teasing just to make him squirm when he watches it, heh."

"that's so mean! poor sugu." you tease lightly, running your hands over his toned thighs through the material of his sweatpants. there's already a visible tent growing at the crotch; no doubt from the mere idea that his bestfriend is going to be witnessing this exact moment in a few hours, too.

"oh yeah, he's just sooo mistreated by getting a video of my hot girlfriend putting her mouth on my dick." he gasps theatrically, before erupting into a small fit of laughter at his own antics, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

"now now, don't go getting ahead of yourself." you tut chidingly, punishing him with a sharp flick to his pelvis through his trousers and causing him to yelps dramatically in pain — however, the sound quickly morphs into a soft moan when you soothe the sting by nuzzling your nose against it.

purposefully teasing him just as you were told, you drag your face from the side of his hip to the unmistakeable bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants, brushing your lips over it and gazing up at the camera lens of the phone through your lashes.

"mmm. look at her, suguru," satoru groans deeply, using two fingers to zoom in on your expression as you start gently mouthing at his clothed erection. "bet you wish she was doing this to you right now, huhh?"

but his plans to utter mocking comments to his friend throughout the duration of the video quickly unravel once you've gotten his lower half bare, the only sounds leaving his lips being broken whines and moans of pleasure as you work him over with your mouth and tongue.

"f-fuck, baby, that's—" he attempts to speak, bright eyes rolling back so far in his head he swears he sees the pearly white gates of heaven when you start fondling his neglected balls in time with the practised bobs of your head. "so goood."

"yeah?" you murmur once you slide your mouth off the end of his saliva-coated cock with a lewd pop!, blinking up at both him and the camera with a mischievous smile. "or maybe you're just feeling even more sensitive than usual because you know suguru's gonna be watching this later, hmm?"

"h-hey!" satoru whisper-shouts in embarrassment, pale cheeks visibly staining a deep shade of pink behind the phone as a little trickle of gooey pre-cum oozes from his angered tip as a result of your words. "don't say stuff like that, he'll never let me live it down."

"oh, come on," you chuckle in amusement, slowly lolling your tongue out to lick a long, teasing stripe across the underside of his veiny shaft. "like he isn't gonna be jerking one out to this exact part of the video imagining what you looked like behind the camera while i did this to you."

"shit— y-you really think he'll do that?" he breathes out shakily, cock twitching from both the visual image you've conjured up in his head and the feeling of your pleasureful ministrations against him.

"oh, i know he will," you purr in a low, sultry caress of a tone as you flick the tip of your tongue over his leaking slit just the way he likes it. "he'll probably even cum at the same time you do, just from hearing your sounds."

"oh god... baby, ngh!, i'm g-gonna—" and satoru can't even finish his sentence before he's throwing his head back in ecstasy, thick ropes of milky cum spurting from his cockhead and splattering across your features.

"hm, i think you might've been right after all," you muse as you collect some of his release from your cheek, delving it into your mouth and making direct eye contact with the camera while sucking it from the digit. "suguru is gonna dig this."

SUGURU GETO

"ah ah, c'mon, pretty, none of that," suguru scolds as you try to snap your legs closed again, prying them right back open with his free hand while the other brings the phone closer to your dripping cunt. "gotta make sure satoru gets a good view, don't we?"

you whine in embarrassment, bringing your own hands up to cover your heated face as your boyfriend uses two of his slender fingers to separate your puffy pussy lips, a low groan leaving his throat as he does so.

"such a cute little pussy, aren't you?" he croons, seemingly having no reservations about talking to it as he trails the pad of one of his fingers down your leaking slit. "yeahh, i know you are. and so does satoru now, too."

"s-sugu, stop it!" you squeak quietly, peering down at him between the cracks of your fingers with an involuntary pout. he only chuckles at your display of shyness, the edges of his violet eyes crinkling with amusement as he reaches up to gently tug your hands away from your face.

"and why should i, baby?" suguru hums smoothly, trapping both of your wrists in the grip of one of his large hands while he props the phone up against your thigh so he can continue playing with your cunt. "i know you secretly like it, otherwise she wouldn't be so soaked."

"t-that's not—!" you huff in protest, quickly trailing off when he abruptly punishes you for lying in the form of a sharp smack! against your tacky folds.

"what have i told you about telling me fibs, hmm?" he tuts, soothing the sting of the slap by rubbing the heel of his palm over your twitching skin. "you're making me look bad in front of satoru. and you don't want that, do you, sweet girl?"

"...no." you mutter meekly, feeling your body once again betray you by oozing more webby arousal onto his fingers at the mere thought that satoru is going to be watching this video later tonight.

suguru releases yet another rich laugh as he carefully scoops up some of your translucent juices with a finger, waving it around in front of the camera lens before sinking it into his mouth with a satisfied hmph. "i bet he's gonna wish he was here get a taste of you too. you know how much he loves sweet things."

"y-yeah?" you mumble breathlessly, hips weakly bucking up in search of some friction as his words sink straight down into the already coiling spool of pleasure buried in the depths of your stomach. "and would you let him?"

he taps the bottom of his chin in thought for a few moments, a cat-like smile spreading across his lips as he leans over you to whisper in your ear, hot breaths brushing against the hairs on the side of your neck. "only if he took it from my fingers... i wouldn't let him drink from the source — no, that's for me only."

a small mewl of pleasure escapes you at his words, and that's when his eyes flicker down to notice that you've sneakily managed to wriggle one of your wrists from his grip and ease one of your own fingers into your fluttering hole while he was speaking.

oh, you're in for it now.

suguru rips your hand away from your cunt, pinning both above your head this time before lowering his own between your writhing thighs and making direct eye contact with the camera from beneath his dark lashes. "now you're gonna see what happens when my girl misbehaves, satoru. hope you're strapped in for a bumpy ride."

TOJI FUSHIGURO

"c'mon, mama, i know y'can do a better arch for me than that," toji huffs impatiently as he delivers a sharp slap to your raised ass, making your entire body jolt with a mix of surprise and arousal. "don't ya wanna impress shiu, hmm?"

his words fly straight past your brain, shooting directly down to your stuffed cunt as you bend the front of your body even further down into the mattress, pushing your rear back against him with renewed vigour.

"ohhh, look at that," your boyfriend chortles amusedly, soothing the red handprint where he'd slapped with a gentle pat as a form of reward for your obedience. "looks like my girl is gettin' off on putting on a good ol' show for for my handler, huh? cute."

"shut up, toji," you mutter in response, voice slightly muffled by the material of the pillow as he continues to pound into you in full view of the phone propped up on the bedside table. "like you're not enjoying this too."

"heh. never said i wasn't, baby," he grunts from behind you, rough hands spreading the globes of your ass apart further to give the camera a better picture of the way his thick girth disappears inside of you with each thrust. "i like the idea of showin' him somethin' he can never have."

"you— mmph! — you wouldn't consider letting him join in?" you squeak out through the haze of pleasure he's put you in, hips halting their wriggles backwards as you unsurprisingly fail to keep up with his vicious pace.

"nah," toji hums casually, the only sign of him tiring out being the small tremor in his voice when he feels your spongy walls tighten around him in response to him hitting a particularly deep spot. "wouldn't be opposed to havin' him sit and watch us, though."

he can tell how much you support the idea by the way a gush of arousal drips out of you as soon as the words leave his mouth, dripping down his cock and splattering lewdly against his heavy balls.

"ohh, you like that, dont'cha?" he rumbles, reaching a large hand around to wrap around the front of your throat, giving it a light squeeze. "like thinkin' about shiu sat right next to the bed and jerkin' one out to the sight of me fuckin' you good, huhh?"

a wanton moan spills from your lips at this, pussy almost cutting off the blood circulation in his cock with how tightly it squeezes him when you cum. his darkened eyes flicker down, groaning when he sees the way your translucent juices spray the sheets beneath the two of you.

"hot damn, baby," toji growls, swiping up the phone from the bedside table and bringing it closer to film the mess you've caused where your bodies are connected. "ya see this shit, shiu? think we might have'ta organize a little cucking session some time soon, don't you?"

CHOSO KAMO

"s-so who are you planning on showing this to again?" choso utters sheepishly from his position splayed out across the bed, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and twitching cock standing to attention between his legs as you aim the phone in his direction.

"just yuki," you hum casually, peering over the top of the device and giving him a small, reassuring smile. "are you sure you're okay with this? because we can always stop if—"

"—no! i-i mean, no thank you," he squeaks hurriedly, shy chestnut eyes darting to the side in embarrassment as he registers just how eager he sounded. "i'm fine."

you release a soft laugh at his shyness, reaching down to cup one of his rosy cheeks in your free hand give it a teasing squeeze. "aww, is thinking about yuki seeing you like this making you all flustered, baby?"

choso lets out a quiet whine at how easily you read him, bare body squirming slightly against the mattress in response to your words. "i-it's just... sometimes she can be so mean. what if she makes fun of me for this?"

"oh, she won't," you purr seductively, trailing your fingers down from his cheek to his plump pectorals that rise and fall with each heavy breath he takes. "she'll be too busy... taking care of herself after watching this video."

his mouth falls open into a comical little 'o' shape at the mental image your implication alights in his mind, the flushed tip of his cock spurting out a trail of translucent pre-cum as a result. "she'll really be doing that because o-of me?"

"of course, pretty boy," you hum amusedly, giving one of his pebbled nipples a soft tweak with your thumb and forefinger and relishing in the little yelp the action earns you. "you have no idea how delicious you look right now, do you?"

choso shakes his head meekly, back arching off the bed as he needily pushes his chiselled torso into your touch. "n-no. but... can you tell me? how d-delicious i look?"

"mhmm," you coo softly, propping the phone up against one of his thick thighs so both of your hands are free to play with his quivering cock. "you look good enough to eat, cho. such an obedient boy, all laid out for me like this."

your boyfriend whimpers pathetically at your praise, messy tresses of dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat when you finally wrap a hand around his girthy base. "k-keep talking to me, pretty girl. please?"

"...and it's not just me who thinks you're perfect, either," you continue as you begin to stroke him languidly, other hand snaking down to gently fondle his heavy balls and making his legs tremble either side of you in response. "bet yuki's gonna be soaked just from watching this video."

"s-shit—! can't... gonna cum already," choso cries out, hips frantically bucking up into your fist like a teenager receiving his first handjob before his cock twitches violently beneath your hold, thick stripes of cum oozing from his reddened tip.

you quickly stop the recording so you can pull his shaky body into your arms, comforting him through the aftershocks of his intense orgasm as he buries his head into your clothed chest with a content mewl.

"...m-maybe we should do that more often." comes choso's soft, barely audible mumble as he peers up at you from between his messy bangs once a few minutes of comfortable silence have passed.

and oh, if that's how worked up a simple bit of filming is going to get him each time? you definitely agree.

KENTO NANAMI

"hopefully this video helps hiromi relax a little bit," nanami muses as he sets up the phone against the pillow next to your head, angling it so the lens of the camera has the perfect view of your sprawled out form waiting for him. "he's been ever so stressed lately."

"you're so considerate, ken," you hum affectionately as he settles himself between your legs, reaching up to caress his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "doing all of this for your friend."

"mmm," he hums warmly, leaning his angular face into your touch slightly as he places his large hands either side of your body. "and you're the perfect wife, agreeing to let me film such an intimate moment. i love you so much, honey, you know that?"

"i know," you respond with a gentle smile, eyes flickering down to watch as he aligns his leaky cock with your awaiting cunt. "i love you too, kento. always."

he returns your smile with a loving one of his own before slowly, with the utmost care, beginning to ease himself inside of you. he relishes in the way your arms fly to the back of his neck for support and your legs wind around his waist as each inch makes its way home — but most of all, the way the camera catches every moment as it happens.

the thought of hiromi watching this later and growing hard in his work slacks, paired with the heavenly feeling of bottoming out within the familiar coziness of your spongy walls, has nanami groaning in pleasure.

"you feel utterly divine, love," he whispers tenderly against the shell of your ear, quiet enough so the phone won't pick it up but loud enough that the words will send a shiver rippling down your spine. "taking me so well."

as the two of you move together in a well-practised dance of passion, nanami makes sure to cast his eyes towards the phone every now and again, picturing hiromi's dark eyes dilating with pleasure when he inevitably watches this video later tonight.

"close, sweetheart—" he rasps a few moments later, a few strands of blonde hair hanging over his glistening forehead as he returns his focus to you lying beneath him, holding himself up with one hand while the other reaches up to cup one of your breasts in his palm. "inside?"

"m-mhmm." is all you can manage to get out through your haze of pleasure, ankles digging into the muscles of his back to pull him in impossibly deeper as he twitches with need inside of you.

and when his heavy balls contract against your ass, thick cum spilling straight into your womb where his cockhead is buried, nanami can't help but wonder what hiromi will think when he sees his expression of bliss as he orgasms, head thrown back and jaw slack in ecstasy.

oh dear — he's starting to realize that just sending this video won't be enough... maybe he should invite hiromi into your bedroom next time so he can more efficiently help to remove the other man's stress.

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[merakidoll]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟏 | Sylus and Gojo

synopsis : just two rivals who’s common interest is the ditzy barista

warnings : chubby bimbo reader! reader is implied to have braids ( so what does that mean? ) rivals sylus and gojo! penetration, zoom sex! masterbation ( m ) allusion to gojo getting his bussy plowed but no description! lots of pet names! lowkey a little of subby gojo! this is really more so sylus focused

gojo and sylus who were one another’s rival - but with rivals comes a common thing they both long for, and for the two ceo’s it was the pretty airhead barista who made their dark roast perfectly! the two bright haired men found the sweet thing so .. delicate; that even when she simply mix up a dark roast with a pumpkin spice - neither have the heart to tell her.“is it good mister sylus?” sylus gave a curt nod, lips tight as he took a deep gulp of the warm, very sugary- very cinnamony substance. “just how i like it princess, you’re so good to me” his eyes shimmered as he noticed gojo walk in. him too occupied with a phone call to notice his presence.

“hey baby, how bout you make another one of there for mister gojo. know he’d love it! on me, but shh it’ll be our little secret.” sylus put his long slender finger to his lips in a shush motion. he could have came in his pants the way your big eyes shined; just so eager to please. he slyly moved to a corner watching you hand gojo the cup, his demeanor getting giddy at how you gave him a free coffee. “for me precious?” sylus held in his chuckle watching gojo take a sip, his adam’s apple bobbing as he held in a cough.

“do you like it?” you said hopeful. “it’s my favorite! and mister sylus really enjoyed it too!” at the sound of his name gojo’s eyes immediately shifted to where the other man stood, eyes lowering while he licked his lips looking back at you. “did mister sylus put you up to this sweet thing?”

“n-no ..” you shifted on both feet, biting into your gloss lips nervously. “good girls don’t lie do they precious?” your mouth opened, agape like a fish trying to respond. but luckily sylus stepped in. “comon gojo, leave my girl alone. it’s all a harmless prank” he smirked at his enemy, before walking away leaving you two to stand in silence. it was now a tuesday. both gojo and sylus having a scheduled meeting at 12pm sharpe. the zoom call started quickly, gojo joining only to see the other man already logged on.

there he was, the camera having the perfect view of sylus fucking into you cunt. you moand loudly, the camera in your face, braids wrapped around sylus’s hand as he pounded into you, pelvis meeting your ass. “tell’em baby. tell gojo how daddy’s makin you feel” gojo’s cock pressed hard against his slacks, his jaw clenched that he has lost this. “yes precious tell me. tell me how good it feels being a bad girl.” your eyes opened, low and red, pretty lash damp from how hard your pussy was being pounded. “s-so good n f-feels s’good mister gojooooo!” your small hand moved back trying to push some of the ceo out of you, but he only took hold of it, pushing you more against the desk.

“good ass pussy” sylus threw his head back, stilling himself into your tight cunt as he came stuffing you with his seeds. “s’full” he heard you mumble, spit dripping from your mouth as his cum mixed with yours fell out of your hole, and onto his floor. sylus knew he wasn’t done with you. gojo did too, sylus starting his movements back- but slower. he stared at gojo in the camera as he gave you slow thrust; mushroom tip touching every piece inside of you. “you miss it go?” he titled his head letting go of your hair, and grabbing your neck pushing your back to be against his chest.

“tell me. tell her. tell her how you used to be in this exact position” sylus’s unoccupied hand moved down your body. pinched your nipples, to moving down and rubbing your clit. “it feels good baby?” sylus’s question was for you both. you moaning into his neck with a fuzzy brain, orgasms right there. and to gojo who squeezed his long cock, abs flexing while his balls jerked in his pants. “cum.” on command you and gojo mad a mess in unison. your cream making a ring around sylus who’s cock jerked shooting more of his cum inside of you.

gojo’s got all over his computer, a small smudge being made to his camera lens at how hard he’d just came. he breathed in and out fastly watching sylus whisper sweet nothing into your ears, soft kisses to your cheek as he moved his cock to stuff the cum that came out of you back in. without even glancing at gojo he spoke. “meet us at my house. i missed you too baby boy.” then the zoom was over.

[sinful-lanterns]

GOING LIVE!

synopsis: (camgirl AU) collaborating with various ptn women for your streams.

featuring: eleven, deren, bianca, shawn, angell

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, dom characters, adult se.x work, camming, fing.ering, strap ons, exhibition, voyeur.ism, deren grows a di.ck, oral, toys, mast.urbation, doggy style, riding, lap se.x, pet names, praise, masked se.x, belly bulge, may be ooc.

art credits: my drunken boss

ELEVEN

With your back pressed against Eleven and her fingers working like magic on your clit, your breathless whimpers were picked up by the microphone in front of you and left hundreds of viewers waiting on bated breath. The audio quality was astounding thanks to the help of Eleven’s professional equipment, but you couldn’t really fawn over it yet because of how good Eleven’s fingers felt plunging into your hot, slimy folds… 

“Welcome back to our Saturday Night special on Call at 3 AM…” Eleven didn’t even seem fazed by the speechless silence coming from you as she was too busy making sure the stream was perfect, “Joining me today is a woman that many of you…heh…are familiar with…” She gave you a soft smile before grabbing onto the camera and making it zoom closer on your face, the viewers instantly spamming the chat with heart emojis and bounties of cash, already kicking your night off with a plethora of fans.

“…Oh my, it seems that my viewers recognize you already.” Eleven cooed, using her free hand to tilt your head back to her before kissing the shell of your ear. As you were distracted, she grabbed the head of the camera and tilted it downwards to focus more on your cunt, the audience getting a high quality view of Eleven’s fingers sinking into your wet, velvety walls. 

The squelching noises picked up from the mic were so lewd. So intimate. For a woman as innocent as Eleven seemed, she definitely knew what she was doing. “Let me hear those moans, pretty girl. I know you can be as loud as the lips down here.” She giggled and teased your entrance with another finger, the tip swirling little circles around your folds before slowly inching in. Right away your leg flinched at the third intrusion, walls spreading to accommodate all three of Eleven’s fingers while she wormed her way inside of you. Even if she couldn’t feel any pleasure herself, you could hear Eleven’s breaths falter as she felt you tighten so sweetly around her fingers. 

“Oh…baby…” Eleven nearly whimpered, her voice making you quiver as she began thrusting her hand up and smacked her palm against your clit, “Enjoying yourself on my fingers? Our fans certainly are…” 

She smiled and adjusted her hold on you so that your back was pushing harder against her breasts. Though currently overwhelmed with the sensation of Eleven’s lithe fingers curling up against that tiny spot you adore, you could feel just how turned on she was by how stiff her nipples were against your back. If you could turn around and suck them in your mouth you would, but she kept a firm grip on your hips and made you face the camera for all to see. Your craving for her breasts will have to wait…

“Uh uh…eyes on the camera, my good girl…” Eleven purred, eyes going half lidded at your adorable expressions, “Everyone wants to see you…give them a show why don’t you…? She laughed and pushed her fingers even deeper than they’ve ever been before, ripping a moan right out of your throat like a primal growl deep within. “Mmpf…right there, baby? Yeah? You like that…?” 

She giggled and continued thrusting her digits faster, finger fucking you until all the chat could hear were your desperate little whines and Eleven’s slaps against your ass. “You’re such a natural at this…look at how many patrons are paying for our show, sweetie…”

Eleven groaned huskily before licking the side of your cheek, suddenly pushing you down on the bed with your ass up and stomach pressed against the sheets. “Don’t worry, chat…for tonight’s 3 AM special, we’ll be going all the way until dawn…. So hang tight, grab some lube, and just enjoy the show…” She winked playfully at the camera before hovering above you and caging you beneath her. “Stay like this for a little while longer, okay baby? We’re gonna be here for quite a while…” 

She kissed your cheek before you felt the thick, stiff prodding of her strap push against your already sopping entrance, the rest of the night a dizzy blur, as all you could see were Eleven’s hair curtaining your head, and the spam of donations coming from the chat…

DEREN

“Ah, well would you look at that. Our first donation of the night and I haven’t even done anything…” Deren smiled lazily as she was currently laying against the bed with you on top of her, completely naked while Deren only wore her jacket and her boxers. Though she was just a director, she was also excellent at filming too, her hands steady on the camera while she gave all your viewers a mouthwatering shot of you about to ride Deren like no tomorrow. 

“No strap. Boring?” Deren chuckled as she read one particular comment from the stream. “Oh, I’ve got something way cooler than a strap.” 

Using her special sinner abilities, Deren was able to conjure up a growing cock from underneath her boxers, stretching the muscle against the cloth of her underwear, until you inevitably freed it by yanking the elastic down. Like a spring, it bounced up due to how hard it was, the blood immediately rushing to the tip and making Deren groan with pleasure. “Fuck…” she licked her lips as she made eye contact with you from behind the camera, the live chat going crazy as no one has ever seen anything like this before. “I shouldn’t have envisioned it so hard already…” 

Yet although Deren was groaning to herself, you on the other hand were smirking and staring smugly at the camera. You were excited to collaborate with Deren for this exact reason; her S-Class sinner abilities that allowed her to make anything she fantasized into a reality. 

“Are you just gonna sit there and drool at it, babe?” Deren rested her hands behind her head and looked up at you, chuckling, “Or are you gonna ride me like you promised to…?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at Deren’s smug attitude but decided to play along. As you angled your body to face the camera more clearly, you grabbed onto the base of her shaft and gave it a few, steady pumps, feeling along the girth and length of it. “Like it? I tried thinking of a size that best fit you,” Deren hummed, finding pleasure in the way your fingers wrapped around her stubby base. You nodded, clearly excited to get to the main course of your stream and show everyone just how good you could please another woman. Hovering just above her cockhead, you playfully ran your thumb over the tip before nestling it between your entrance, breath hitching as you slowly sank down on her length. 

“Shit…” Deren suddenly cursed under her breath and weld her eyes shut, the feeling of your warm, hot pussy enveloping her making her head go dizzy with ecstasy. “Haven’t even started and you feel like heaven…” 

She tried to play off the amount of pleasure she was feeling but couldn’t resist releasing a small moan when you sank all the way to the base. With just a bit of spit, lube and foreplay, you were already opening up so wonderfully for her, tight walls gripping at Deren like your life depended on it, all the while the director kept a firm hold on the camera. Despite her professionalism in this line of work, her hands were trembling from how good you made her feel, causing the livestream footage to be a little shaky…

“Heh…the watchers love you,” Deren comments, trying to avert your attention away from how pathetic she was being. “Why don’t you start riding me now? The audience is getting antsy for some action.” 

She attempted to relax back against the pillows, before you suddenly bounced on her hips and made her choke on her spit. Instantly, it felt like she was going to pass out from how good she felt, your pussy swallowing her in and out every time you bounced on top of her. “Oh…b-babe…” her face went red with pleasure as the comments immediately flooded in, cooing over how cute you looked riding your director’s dick. 

‘Not so smug now, are you?’ You couldn’t help but think, smiling before letting out the moans you held in while Deren’s fat cock plugged you whole. Sure, Deren was a professional when it came to shooting films and movies, but she sure as hell was inexperienced when in the place of the actor. As more donations and comments flooded in your comment section, you could only smile and listen to every suggestion Deren had to read; cockrings, sucking her off, fleshlights…? Oh, you were certainly going to have a fun time with your dearest director….

The poor woman was going to be an amateur at something after all…

BIANCA

With a shaky camera lens and Bianca’s eyes attentively focused on you, you sat sprawled out in front of her with a dildo in your hands currently thrusting into your cunt. When Bianca said she was an expert in filming things thanks to her job as a reporter, you believed her and let her collaborate with you on set. However, now that you actually had her helping you film one of your livestreams up close, you could see that Bianca’s “professionalism” was starting to slip through the cracks the more she watched you. 

“A-Ah…you’re doing great!” Bianca’s voice cracked, sweat starting to drip down her face as she tried to keep herself from blushing. To be honest, just the sight of you naked in front of her was enough to make her nervous, legs clamping together to hide the wetness forming in her pants, all the while she tried to distract herself by reading some of the livestream comments. 

“So many donations already! W-Wow…your fans really love you!” Bianca giggled, though there was an obvious lump in her throat from how much saliva was gathering in her mouth. Poor girl was drooling so much, her blue eyes trained on that ribbed dildo and silently wishing she was the one pushing it inside of you. “Hnn…many are suggesting for you to try the other toys next…” 

Bianca couldn’t help but gulp as her eyes trailed over to the selection of toys you had prepared for yourself. Dildos of different colors, vibrators, nipple clamps, plugs, the broad selection made Bianca tremble as she imagined you in various positions with different things to make you scream. The urge to touch herself was strong, yet no matter how much she wanted to stuff her fingers down her pants and masturbate to the sight of you fucking yourself live on silicone, she was determined to keep filming.  

You, of course, noticed just how riled up Bianca was getting judging by how much she was biting her lip. If you kept up like this for an hour or two, Bianca’s lips would be all bloody and blue. “You can touch yourself, my sweet camerawoman,” you assured softly, teasingly spreading your legs wider to give both your audience and Bianca a better view. “I’m sure my fans wouldn’t mind a little bit of shaky footage.” 

A small gasp left Bianca’s lips as her knees practically buckled in excitement. Resisting the urge to just toss the camera away and tackle you to the bed to have her way, she eagerly pushed her pants down, fingers quickly finding her entrance and swirling them around while she kept watching you. “Oh…damn.” Bianca squeaked, smiling ear to ear while a blissful expression overtook her face. “I could get used to this. No wonder— mmpf, so many people pay to watch you. You’re like a movie star!” 

Despite her excited tone, you could see just how much you were affecting her, her eyes half lidded in pleasure while the shuffling in her pants indicated how fast she was fingering herself. Her lips were slightly parted as if frozen between a moan and a whimper, her cute face going all pink with how hot her body was getting. “Nnnn feels so good…but…I wanna know if you feel good too…” 

Despite not being supposed to talk much during the livestream, Bianca couldn’t keep her babbling mouth shut. She couldn’t help but whine about her needs to finger you and make you hers, to kiss those pretty lips and distract you while she grabs that dildo and shows you how much harder she could fuck you. “Wanna touch you so bad…ah…please…” chatty that she was, silently pleading for you to let her do something. “Please…please, I wanna touch you too…you look so good like this…” 

Unable to resist her pretty begs any longer, you groaned and slid the ribbed toy out of you, using a finger to beckon her closer. “Alright…” you whispered breathlessly, pussy clamping over nothing now as it now craved to have something inside it once more. “Go ahead Bianca, I’m all yours…” 

Your poor viewers could only watch as the camera shook and was scuffled away to prop itself on your desk. The angle was messy and the quality decreased a little, but no one really cared as they all watched in amusement when Bianca lunged herself at you. Ready to give the audience a show that she’d been wanting to do with you all night…

SHAWN

“Keep the camera on my good side. You’ll get more followers that way.”

Cocky that she was, yet Shawn was an interesting collaborator to work with, as her good looks and charisma instantly had your viewers swooning and spamming various donations in your comments for her to demolish you. She was definitely riding a high horse when you asked her to collaborate with you for your “special streams” but Shawn was quick to say yes. How could she ever turn down the opportunity to fuck a pretty girl like you? Especially in front of a live audience on the internet where she could display her talents in pleasing a woman. 

“Ah, many of them seem to like me…” Shawn grinned as she watched all the oncoming messages spew out like flies. She was nonchalant, relaxed almost, if not for the fact that she had you gagging on her strap and drooling so prettily for the camera. “Make her choke some more?” Shawn tsked as she read another slew of comments, a bit impressed by how dirty your fans could be, “My, your viewers are quite the sadistic bunch, aren’t they?”

Shawn gently patted your cheek and gazed down at you rather condescendingly, her hand moving up to rest on the top of your head and nudge you down. “Ease down a little lower, pretty girl. You’re lucky I’m only nice to you.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of ever being rough with you. While she knew you were able to take a bit of rough manhandling from her, she didn’t want to make her pretty girl cry (even though she knew you loved it when she made you cry during sex).

“Deeper…deeper…” Shawn exhaled shakily as she eased you down on her fake cock, eyes trained on the way you greedily slurped on her shaft like it was your last meal. The clear strings of drool that clung to the sides of your lips made Shawn shiver with rogue imagination. “Fuuuck, you’re good at this…” Shawn grumbled, grinning at the way you took it down like a champ, “Your cheeks look so cute when they’re full. We should have you suck me off more often…”

She laughed at the thought, accidentally pushing your head down further and causing you to choke on her strap. “Shit. Sorry, sorry…” she immediately softened and pulled you back so you could slide off, your drool clinging onto the warm silicone and attaching you to the tip by your tongue. Despite Shawn’s rare show of concern however, you brushed off her worries and gave her a look that indicated you wanted to do more. You weren’t here to be babied and coddled, you were here to get fucked and fucked good. 

“Oh…oh…” Shawn’s face relaxed back into its nonchalant state, and she immediately smiled at your show of enthusiasm. “You’re tougher than I thought, kitten.” 

She eased your mouth back down on her strap, grabbing onto the camera to make sure the audience got a full view of your lips wrapping around her head, the girth of it all was making your cheeks puff up as you continued to bob your head down on Shawn. The sight of you on your knees for her, gazing up at her with innocent, doe-like eyes was sending Shawn on a little power trip that made her eyes darken with lust. 

“You know…as hot as you are throating my strap, I can’t help but think it’s lubed enough already.” She snickered a little before tilting your chin up to gaze at her, mouth still occupied with her dick, “On your knees once more, but this time…ass up.” 

A flurry of comments quickly overwhelmed the live chat, reactions and donations alike clearly excited for what Shawn was about to do to you as she pushed you down into doggy position. “Make sure to get on this side. Yeah, this side is where the camera gets my best side.” She chuckled at her words before swirling the tip of her strap against your already soaked folds, her cockiness canceled out by the amount of cock she was going to put in you…

ANGELL

Dressed in an all dark mask that obscured Angell’s identity on stream, the only thing that your viewers could see through the camera lens; were the long dark locs of Angell’s hair, and the lewd facial expressions you made as your “mysterious guest” fucked you silly on her strap. Right away, your viewer count had exploded when your special guest revealed herself for your livestream of the night, leaving many of your viewers spamming heart emojis and comments all complimenting on how hot your guest looked while fucking you. 

Despite wearing a mask, everyone could tell Angell was quite the looker. Strong, chiseled abs pulsing and flexing with each thrust of her hips, her defined jawline showing off how beautiful she was underneath the mask… Not to mention how hot her voice was whenever she grunted everytime you squeezed around her. Everything about your mysterious guest was alluring, and thanks to Angell, everyone was completely mesmerized (including you). 

“S-Slower…Slower…” you whimpered, gripping onto her shoulders as she bulldozed into you at a pace only she could achieve. Her breathing was ragged and hot, her lust for you evident in the way she excitedly nipped at your neck. “Sorry… she grumbled softly, yet her pace barely slowed down, her body struggling to keep itself from thrusting even faster. “I’m…excited.”

Judging from the tips of her ears, Angell was blushing. For a woman as stoic as she was, you hadn’t expected her to be so soft and vulnerable around you, even when you couldn’t even see her face that well. It was clear that having you beneath her, legs pathetically wrapped around her waist and clinging to her like your life depended on it, really shook up Angell’s nerves as she wanted to be as close to you as possible. 

Her abs met with the bare skin of your tummy, breath faltering as she pushed her faux cock even further. She was being so intimate, grumbling to herself as her calloused hands moved down to rest upon your soft belly, feeling the smallest of bulges appear whenever she thrusted in and out. “So deep…” she murmured to herself, mesmerized by the sight of her strap going so far, palm gently applying a bit of pressure on the bulge. You whimpered at the extra pressure, your walls clinging onto Angell’s shaft and keeping her locked in place. As she tried to slip out to thrust into you again, she found herself unable to, groaning at the feeling and holding onto your hips. “T-Tight…” she mumbled quietly, gently prying your legs off of her so she could move. “Relax…easy…” 

Her words made your viewers gush about how soft she was being towards you. While Angell looked very intimidating and they expected a whole dominatrix session between you and her, Angell surprised everyone with how gentle she was, her fingers massaging your thighs so that your cunt could ease up a little, and allowing her to slide out once your walls finally relaxed. 

Finally finding a rhythm she could work with, Angell continued her movements, using her arm strength to lift up off the bed and fuck you at an angle where her tip could brush against your sweet spot. When you immediately whined from how far Angell was spearing you, she took notice and hungrily continued to pound against that spot, making your body bounce pathetically from how hard she was ravaging you. 

Various comments and donations poured in, all eager to see Angell destroy you even when she tried her best to be gentle. 

“Make her cum!”

“Fuck her like you’re breeding her!”

“Make her clean you off later when she cums.” 

As all the suggestions piled up, Angell snuck a glance at the chat and smiled a bit under her mask. Though it was hard to see, it was like a switch had gone off in her head as she began pistoning her hips even faster, her hands gentle but her pace outright brutal. It felt like you were about to cum soon given by how fast she was screwing you, your fingers grasping onto Angell’s back and clawing at it until you felt the band snap within your core. 

Angell growled when she felt your release coat all over her strap and bed, the comments all excited when you finally came thanks to Angell’s efforts. While you took a breather and laid back on the bed to smile blissfully at the chat, it seemed that Angell had other plans, as she let you take a break for a few seconds before hovering her cum-stained strap over your lips. Shocked by how bold she was, you gazed up at Angell with curious eyes.

“One of them suggested you clean me off…” Angell murmured, a little shy but clearly willing as she pushed the tip to your lips. “And…I would like that.”

You only chuckled at her statement before leaning in and grabbing her soaked strap, wrapping your lips around the head and beginning to bob your head up and down. 

[misshoneyimhome]

His tripod would be set up right next to your dripping hole as he lifted the skirt you had on and aimed and zoomed right at it. During the time your back was leaning against his broad chest as his hand traveled down to your folds, you were sat in between his thighs. With his thick digits spreading your pussy lips apart, he was wearing his gold ring. You both felt pleasure rising in the air as he continued to explore your body.

"You're goddamn wet for me." He said, his voice low and husky as he breathed into your ear. "So greedy, huh älskling?" He asked, pressing his fingers into your pussy. As he slowly pulled it out, you gave a small whimper as he brought two fingers to dip in. The camera recorded every delicious second as you felt full, even with his digits inside.

His smile spread across your face as he gazed at your aching clit through the camera. As he rubbed it with his fingers, he saw your folds closely. Then he leaned his chin over your shoulder, spit directly down your body so it ran directly into your messy clit.

It didn't take him long to feel you clench around him, his fingers bruising your sweet spot, as he knew when you were ready to burst. "Willy," You squeaked out your chest heating up, pussy fluttering. In an instant, he rubbed the back of your clit, letting the fountain of cum squirt everywhere as he pulled his fingers out. His hand slapped your drenched cunt before shoving two fingers in deep again as he groaned against your neck. He would proudly tell everyone he was the one who made you make such a mess through the audio as he said, “She's only a squirter for me.” A little inspo for your new series.

🥵🥵🥵 as always this is so so hot!

🔥 But as much as I'd love to use this for my new series, this kind of scene just suits inexperienced!reader perfectly 😏 She's my perfect little slut for Willy, and she definitely deserves all the attention in a story like this!

Tropes & Warnings: inexperienced!reader x Willy, 18+ smut - Quite straightforward 😂

Word count: 1.1K

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Returning to Toronto after an off-season filled with travel and adventure was both a relief and a challenge. You and William had spent blissful days soaking in the serene beauty of Sweden and basking under the sun on the shores of Saint Tropez, surrounded by his family and creating memories that felt like dreams. But now, you were back in your shared flat, just the two of you, and the comfort of home brought with it a new kind of intimacy, one that felt more personal and intense.

The first few days back were a blur of exhaustion and simple routines. You walked the dogs together, made quick trips to the supermarket, and spent most of your time lounging around, ordering takeaway, and catching up on sleep. It was a slower pace than you were used to, but it felt right—like a much-needed rest after the whirlwind of your travels.

And as the days passed, William returned to his workout routine, preparing himself for the upcoming hockey season, while you got back into the swing of your own work. Life gradually returned to its regular rhythm, yet somehow, something felt different. The spark that had ignited between you during the off-season seemed to have dimmed slightly, the excitement giving way to the familiarity of routine.

It was during one of those quiet evenings, as the golden light of the afternoon faded into the soft glow of twilight, that William suggested something new. It was an idea he’d been mulling over for a while, unsure if it would interest you but unable to let it go. He wanted to make a video—something private, something intimate. The thought of capturing your most personal moments together, documenting the way he touched you and the power he had over you, had been on his mind.

The video wasn’t necessarily intended for sharing with others; rather, William saw it as a way for the two of you to experiment and perhaps for him to use when he needed a release while on the road.

When he brought it up, his voice was soft, almost hesitant, but the intensity in his eyes showed he was serious. The idea was bold, and though it pushed the boundaries of what you had explored before, it didn’t feel strange or out of place. Instead, it sparked a thrill within you.

The night was charged with anticipation, the air thick as you settled into your shared bedroom. William had set up his tripod, positioning the camera carefully to capture the moment from an angle that was both intimate and revealing. There was something thrilling about the setup, a sense of anticipation that sent shivers down your spine. You were seated between his strong thighs, your back resting against his broad bare chest as his hand moved with deliberate slowness, exploring the soft skin beneath your skirt.

His touch was both gentle and assertive, his fingers grazing your folds with a tenderness that made your breath catch. The warmth of his body against your naked torso was comforting, but it was the way he whispered in your ear, his voice low and husky, that sent a wave of heat through you.

"You're goddamn wet for me," he murmured, his words igniting a flush of desire through your veins. His breath was warm against your skin, and you could sense the smile in his voice as he added, "So greedy, huh älskling?"

With practised ease, his thick fingers spread you apart, the cool metal of his gold ring contrasting with the warmth of his touch. You could feel the pressure building as he slowly pressed his fingers past your entrance, filling you in a way that made you gasp softly. The camera captured every moment, every shiver and gasp, but your focus was entirely on William, on the way he made you feel.

He was patient, his movements slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation until you could barely stand it. And as he pulled his fingers out, the emptiness was almost unbearable, and you let out a soft whimper, the sound escaping your lips without you even realising it. But William wasn’t finished. He dipped his fingers back in, the fullness returning as he continued to work you closer to the edge. Curling and twisting his digits with every pump. 

His gaze flicked to the camera, a smile spreading across his face as he watched the way your body responded to his touch. There was a possessiveness in his eyes, a pride in knowing exactly how to make you feel this way. And as his fingers then found your clit, rubbing it with practised ease, you felt a wave of pleasure crash over you, your body tensing with the intensity of it.

He leaned in closer, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watched the scene unfold, the intimacy of the moment heightened when he spat, the warm fluid running down to your sensitive core. It was a gesture both dominant and intimate, sending another jolt of heat through your body, and he stuck his fingers inside you again. 

You could feel yourself clenching around him, the pleasure building to a point where it was almost too much to bear. William knew your body well, knew exactly when you were close, and his touch only grew firmer, more insistent as he drove you higher and higher. His motions were merciless, actions that drove your mind wild and breaths catching in your throat. 

“Willy,” you managed to cry, your voice barely audible as your chest heaved with the effort to breathe. The tension within you snapped, and in an instant, you were overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, your muscles fluttering as your body released in a rush of sensation.

But he didn’t stop there. As you came undone, he pulled his fingers out, only to slap your drenched core lightly before plunging them back in, a groan escaping his lips as he felt your body respond to his touch; your juices spraying like a waterfall. The sound of his voice, low and proud, filled the room as he spoke to the camera, his words brimming with possessive pride.

“She’s only a squirter for me,” he said, satisfaction evident in his tone as he held you close, the aftermath of your release leaving you both breathless and trembling.

The room was quiet except for the sound of your ragged breaths, the intensity of the moment leaving you both spent and content. And as you both settled into the comforting embrace of each other’s arms, you knew this was something special—an experience that would linger in your memories long after the night had passed.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

webcam {peter parker}

inspired by a post by @dailyau

We're the only two with our cameras on on this Zoom call and you are so pretty AU

character: peter parker x female reader

For college, you had enrolled in an extra advanced bioscience course, it helped to get your grade up and it was only two hours a week. It was a Saturday morning so it took up a small part of your weekend but it covered 10% of your overall grade so you were happy to do so. It was a lot of just listening to the tutor explain things and the PowerPoints were always sent to you afterwards so all you had to do was show face and you could catch up on the reading at a later date.

You were sitting at your desk trying your best to look interested as the tutor droned on and on. You noticed that you and one other person had your cameras on, aside from the lecturer. His name was Peter, you read off his screen. He looked to be around your age and looked as interested in the course as you did. He was tapping his pencil against his lip as his other hang ran through his hair. He was quite handsome, you thought before shaking yourself out of thoughts about boys and tried once more to concentrate...

It wasn't long before your eyes wandered back to the mysterious Peter.

Peter Parker sat with his eyes glued to the screen trying to look interested but all he could focus on was you. You weren't doing the same course and he'd not seen you around campus so he could only assume you went to a different college too. You were... gorgeous. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the grainy image of you with your hair in a messy bun and the way your nose scrunched in concentration.

He cleared his throat, rubbing a tired hand over his face as he tried to stop staring at you. He grabbed his latest spider trinket and began to fiddle with it but it didn't take long before his eyes found their way back to you. You were sipping some coffee was it? Tea? He wondered if you liked coffee, what kind of coffee was your favourite? A latte? Black? Maybe he could take you out for coffee.

Feeling a little brave, Peter moved his mouse so that the cursor hovered over your video. "(y/n)..." He murmured softly, "pretty." His eyes darted to the mute button just making sure he was definitely muted before he right clicked on your video. A list of options appeared and Peter selected Send Message.

For about ten minutes, he typed, deleted and retyped a message over and over again. Peter never did anything like this, he wasn't usually so brave or so bold but maybe it was the coffee he'd downed at 8am but he was sending you something, he just wasn't sure what. Eventually he settled for something and with a deep breath he hit Send.

Peter Parker: @(yourname) hi so this is random and hopefully not weird but it's just me and you with webcams on and i just want to tell you that you are so unbelievably pretty. I'm Peter. Peter Parker by the way.

He waited with baited breath and could see the moment you read the message as a wide smile crept onto your face and your hand pressed against your face bashfully. He grinned.

"Mr Parker," the lecturer's voice sounded, breaking his happiness, "I appreciate that you this Miss (Y/L/N) is unbelievably pretty but please send her these messages using the private function. Right click and select Send Private Message... And do it out with my lesson. Thank you."

Peter's face fell and his cheeks immediately turned bright red, "Oh, fuck!" He hissed as he scrambled up to sit up straighter in his seat. Quickly he hit the unmute button, "I am so, so sorry!" He panicked, "I-I'm sorry!"

The lecturer rolled their eyes but the hint of a smile was on his face as he continued.

Messages pinged in which made Peter hide his head in his hands.

Helen L.: lmao cringe parker

John P: he's right, she's pretty

Sheryl M: i'd die if that happened to me smh

Jadyn A: yo pete sorry that happened my guy

Peter spared a glance at the screen to see that you were fanning at your face, you must've been rather embarrassed by that all too. Peter debated whether or not to send you an apology message, he hadn't meant to put you in the centre of attention like that but a minute later, a message dinged from you.

(y/n): This is how you send private messages, dummy.

Peter: im so fucking embarrassed im so sorry

(y/n): Don't be, most exciting thing to happen today. A cute boy calls me pretty? As Charlie Sheen once said... winning.

Peter laughed.

Peter: I meant it. You are seriously the prettiest girl I've ever seen.

(y/n): thank you peter parker. what college are you at

Peter: ESU, you?

(y/n): NYU. You near Brooklyn?

Peter: Queens so yeah decently close, why?

(y/n): well you can't embarrass me like that in front of the whole class and not take me for lunch or coffee or something right? ;)

Peter: seriously? i'd love to! when suits cause i would love to take you out if youre serious

(y/n): here's my number, text me and we can figure it out

Peter: Amazing! I'll text you as soon as this lesson wraps up

He was smiling like an idiot but he noticed that you were too. The last twenty minutes of the lecture dragged in, his foot tapped impatiently on the floor, he was itching to text you, itching to get to know the pretty girl behind the camera. And as soon as the lecturer said goodbye, Peter left the zoom call and grabbed his phone to text you. He hadn't felt this good about something - someone - in a long time so why would he wait? Why not dive in head first?

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest - Day 15

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader Prompt: Size Kink WC: 1.9k Summary: After your first failed attempt to take him, Yunho feels bad but sees an opportunity to try again. TW/CW: recording, light size training, painful insertion, crying, nicknames forever (yuyu/yunnie), reader described and nicknamed small/tiny/princess, fem sex defining characteristics for reader.

The tiny tripod set up on the floor is angled just right. Frame focused on your pussy, slowly sinking down around a clear dildo your caring boyfriend Yunho had purchased for you. Yunho of course was sitting just behind the camera, fully dressed, monitoring both the shot and you. Watching you struggle to fit the last third of the fake cock inside of you.

He feels a little guilty, palming his half hard erection, at how hot it makes him to watch you struggle. It was his dirty little secret from the day you’d started fucking. You were overeager and he was underestimating the size difference between you and him. Apologies flowed from the both of you like the tears that filled your eyes as you pushed yourself to take him. He almost came right there as your walls barely took in half of him before you tapped out. As much as your training was for your comfort it was for his stamina. “Yunnie...” you whined and bounced fruitlessly on the toy. “I caaan’t!” “You can honey, if you ever want to have hope to try to take me again you have to” You sniffled, wiggling your hips to work some more of the plastic inside of you.”But if it was you...you’d help.” You look up at him through your eyelashes, pouting. You wiggle again and huff.

“Princess needs to have help with everything doesn’t she?” Yunho finally obliges, keeping his face just out of frame he crosses behind you and kneels, somehow still looming over you, even in this lowered position. His body wraps around yours, almost protective but more possessive. Hands on your hips he slowly circles and presses you down the length of the dildo. “That’s it, taking every inch like the good slut you are.” “Yuuuun-” you sigh into the slow assisted motion. “Yunho i feel so-” you gasp as you reach the end of insertable length, clit resting against the flesh-like balls. His fingers are long and thin, tapering gently with almond nails, a welcome addition to the shot to highlight just how much he can grab in one fistful. One snakes into position resting just below your belly button, pressing the heel of his palm into the flesh made taut by the toy, middle finger teasing in slow circles around your button.  His opposite arm crosses over your chest, securing your back to his chest. Leaning back he helps you slide up and down, helping gravity with the work of stretching you, your thighs already twitching with fatigue below you.

His lips press the shell of your ear, whispering so the camera can’t hear him, whispering just for you, “can’t wait til it’s my cock that makes your cute tummy bulge.” “Kiss?” You ask, voice floating on clouds with your chin tilted up hopefully. “Of course princess,” Yunho’s heart flutters looking at your blown out eyes. All he wanted was to lift you from the stupid little dildo and replace it with himself, damn the consequences. He indulges you with a kiss, comforting and warm, confirmation that he’s with you still, that he’ll take care of you.

Releasing you to fend for yourself for a moment he grabs the camera to reposition behind you. Framing the shot close to your hole he watches you lean forward to bounce your hips up and down, clear toy turning milky with your arousal, catching the way your lips grip and stretch around it. Gripping his cock your soft whimpers and cries cloud his better judgment, working himself through his pants in time with your motions. Your moans mount higher and higher, sitting back onto your heels with your head back, your fingers curling and wiggling as you cum violently around the toy.

Collapsed forward the dildo slips from you. Gasping from the sudden emptiness Yunho zooms in, your gaped hole shrinking back down with each heavy breath.  He can’t help himself as he watches you. He needs to be inside of you, opting to slip two of his fingers into your walls as they flutter around him.  Automatically your lower leg kicks up as you squeal, “Yunnie! Why?” Your arms jerk you forward, away from his hand, running from the source of stimulation. Chuckling he switches the camera off, quickly popping his fingers into his mouth to clean them. Scooping you up into his arms he tosses you into the bed, limbs splaying to all corners. Vision blurred, your hearing takes over. Yunho's pants clatter to the ground with a zip and a whoosh. “Does my tiny princess think she can handle one more?” “Yuyu? I’m tired.” “Is that a no?” Low and smooth his words caress you and comfort you. “I’d feel guilty if you had to do everything.” Yunho gathers you into his arms, softly kissing all over your skin, face buried in your mess of flesh and limbs. “I’d do it all. I feel guilty even asking after last…” “No Yunnie! I want you,” you whine. “Do you want to try again?” Pulling away to look at him your eyes shine brightly, nodding your head earnestly.  “You think I’m ready?” He relaxes you back onto the headboard slowly sliding down into the pile of pillows. His cock curved up and resting against his stomach proudly he strokes himself in languid motions. Precum pearling and spilling down, coating him.  “We’ll never know if we don’t try.”

Two fingers enter your stretched pussy, then Yunho adds a third. The balls of your feet press and point into the sheets. “My Yuyu takes such good care,” you sigh dreamily, fingers carding through his hair. With a small moan your eyes roll back, sliding down further onto his fingers that fill you up so well. He hums happily, nuzzling your cheek. “Okay tiny, this might pinch a bit.” Sliding up and down your slit he coats the head of his cock with your natural wetness, before securing himself just outside of your entrance. Eyes trained to your cunt his hips press forward, your lips straining around him, tip finally breaching your pelvic bone he grunts. You wince, “Yun-! Hah! Help!” The pressure from the stretch of his cock burns. Chest tight, your hands find his forearms to squeeze.

He pulls back, head popping back out, causing another cry of pain. He wrestles your hands between his, fingers intertwining, thumbs petting the back of your hands. “Tiny, breathe, breathe with me.” Slowly together you breathe, each exhale he pushes a little deeper, each inhale he pulls back. Rocking deeper and deeper. You look so fragile beneath him. So precious. A tear slips from the corner of your eye, exhaling with a whimper. “We can stop tiny, if you aren’t ready-” “No! I’m ready!” You plead. “It’s not even half-” “I can do it!” You force your hips down farther with a pained groan. “Just do it all at once, just go. Please just do it.”

As much as he wants to, as frustrated as he is, he can’t. The friction of your walls is too much to be as quick as it would have to be. The pad of his thumb presses into your clit, rubbing a small circle over it, a bid to distract you with pleasure. Thighs clenching your walls flutter, flooding him with warm wet release. Chest to chest, bracing on his elbows over you he rides the tempo of your pulsing pussy, thrusting deeply into you. Yunho grunts and gasps, you’re so tight around him, like you hadn’t been stretched out on a toy not even fifteen minutes before. Clenching his teeth he stills, eyes pinched closed as he tries not to cum.

“Full so full, it hurts,” you whine and babble, “Yuyu, it hurts. it feels so good it hurts.” Kissing and lightly biting his shoulder you hold him to you, trying to calm your overactive nerves. You reach down to your stinging hole, shocked to feel yet another quarter of his member still outside of your cunt. Frustrated you wiggle and pout and let out small complaining huffs of air. “I know tiny, I know. One second,” Yunho sounds pained, his diaphragm expanding and pressing down into your body with each exhale. Grabbing a small pillow he lifts your hips up and places it below you. “Are you okay? Can we continue?” Eyebrows still pressed together you nod and grip the sheets.

Pulling out just a bit he uses the momentum to push himself all the way to the hilt, watching your stomach distend. “Oh fuck- princess-” jaw hung open he smiles, poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek. Tears slip from the corners of your eyes as you blink at the ceiling. “Did I do it?” Eyes wet, you look at Yunho, beaming down at you, not daring to adjust your torso to look. There’s no way you can possibly fit any more in you, you’ve never been more sure of a fact ever. Each contraction and expansion of your lungs feels like his cock is in your guts, pulsing and stirring far deeper than physiologically it could be.

Yunho places his palm on the bulge, “can you feel that babe? That’s all from me. I could fuck this pussy for hours you’d still be just as tight.” The sting of the stretch turns into overwhelming lust, burning pain turning to fiery want. You’re impatient, slowly grinding your hips against him, eyes closing in bliss. Whispering, half to Yunho, half to the universe, you beg. Begging almost taking the form of a mantra.

Sweetly Yunho leans forward, providing his back for you to grasp as he begins to move. Tight hot walls tugging at his length he grunts, using all his might to keep his sanity and not lose himself completely to the sensation. One of you needs to stay in control and it for sure will not be you. You’re already too far gone, every nerve on fire, hands grasping everywhere all at once, throaty groans muffled by his shoulder. Yunho is fine until he hears you, whining his name so softly and sweetly as you clench around him. Groan practically turning into a yell he folds you back. You can barely breathe as he lifts your hips up farther, driving down into you as your body trembles. “Please cum, please. I’m going to go insane. Please cum,” you beg with each thrust, lungs burning and vision swimming. “I think I'm going to explode please, fuck, please. Please Yunnie.” How can he possibly deny you when you ask so nicely? With a strangled yelp he spills inside of you, warmth pooling and spilling out. In a complete daze you grab his ass, holding him in place as you squirm. “Mine. I earned it. It’s mine.” Biting his lip, fighting the pain of overstimulation, Yunho laughs breathily. “I thought I was the possessive one.” You cling happily to him, snuggling into his large frame. “Next time can we film this too?” A wave of relief washes over Yunho. “Sure tiny, whatever you want.”

Catching back up! Slowly!

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 26 - Replay

Story so far

Have given myself a lot to do in these last few chapters (serves me right for smashing the bros up so thoroughly!)… hopefully this one will work to nudge Scott in the right direction.

My weapon of choice today? Squid cannon.

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“You’ve upset him and he’s run away! How can you not see what you’ve done to him? All these years you just won’t stop asking and asking. He’s killing himself trying to please you Dad and I can’t make him see. I can’t make him stop. He won’t stop. He… can’t stop. Because of YOU! But this would have made him happy, if he can save his friends and I was going to make it work for him! You can’t just waltz back in here and take over and send him away! Not again!”

Scott pressed pause, dragged the progress bar back 17 seconds and pressed play.

“All these years you just won’t stop asking and asking. He’s killing himself trying to please you Dad and I can’t make him see. I can’t make him stop. He won’t stop. He… can’t stop…”

He stabbed the pause button again. This was the one brief moment where his own great big head wasn’t blocking his brother’s face from view of Shadow’s pilot-facing camera. Scott studied Virgil’s expression, the familiar and oh so beloved features distorted by emotions Scott didn’t often see.

Unlike himself, Virgil had control of his emotions most of the time. He managed them expertly during moments of stress and then released them safely in his music or his art or… or sometimes after yet another failed rescue when they sat together staring out at the relentless wash of ocean against the shore he would lean against Scott’s shoulder and quietly demand answers from the sky. And when the sky stayed silent Scott would try to reassure him the same way Dad would have - They could only do their best, it was better to die clinging to hope than in despair. He struggled to believe it himself but he’d say it anyway and hold his brother close until the furious tears eased and they somehow got up, shook the sand out of their shoes and did it all over again.

In Shadow, in the heat of the moment, Scott had only seen the white hot rage and it had terrified him. Now, on replay, he could see what he’d missed - he zoomed in so the hologram was life size… and the despair and anguish on Virgil’s face dragged his heart from his chest and stomped on it. Then threw it in the path of Two trundling down her runway.

The mighty ship ran over it without hesitation. She was disappointed. Devestated.

Just like Virgil.

Had that expression been there all along and Scott had refused to see it? Too arrogant to acknowledge the heart behind the nagging?

Had John known? Had Gordon? Had they seen what he had not?

Rewind.

“He’s killing himself trying to please you Dad and I can’t make him see. I can’t make him stop…”

“I’m preeeeetty sure you’ve memorised that little speech by now, bro.”

Gordon was a great deal stealthier than his reputation suggested but Scott absolutely did not jump from his seat and reflexively swipe away the footage as if caught watching something embarrassing or shameful. Absolutely not.

Ok maybe a little.

Gordon perched an impertinent butt cheek on the desk and eyed him. “What gives, Scooter?”

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Scott cleared his throat and evaded the question. “How is he?”

“Asleep. He’ll be fine. The drugs will do their thing. They are already doing their thing. He’ll be fine.” Gordon knew Scott knew he knew Scott knew all this. But it had been the accepted conversation opener for the last 72 hours and so he wasn’t going to mess with the system.

Big brother nodded and looked back at the space where the holographic video no longer was.

“You did get the point that Grandma sent you up here to get food and some fresh air, yes?”

Without averting his gaze, Scott pointed silently at the empty tub of cinnamon-apple icecream in the waste paper basket.

“Hmm. And the air?”

The finger moved to the half open balcony door.

“Somewhat technical compliance but I’ll allow it for now.”

Scott slumped on to the desk and rested his chin on his hands, still staring at the empty space. The glow from the device embedded within the surface of the desk emphasised the bags under his eyes, the stress-lines on his forehead… and the silvery hairs caught the light and seemed to multiply. Gordon shivered for a moment - his brother had no business looking that ancient. He was about to lighten the mood with a little light ribbing on the topic but realised Scott was no longer paying attention and was muttering to himself:

“Why, Virgil? I don’t understand…”

“You don’t? Which part? It all seems fairly straightforward to me.” Gordon dragged over a bar stool and perched atop it with his feet crossed neatly at the ankles placed deliberately in between Scott’s head and the patch of air Virgil’s face had recently disappeared from.

Scott glared at the feet.

“I get that I’ve scared him. He’s had to save me too many times.”

“Uh huh…”

“But we all do it all the time… you end up imperilled at least as often as I do. Usually worse!”

“Mmm… not entirely true. Also, not usually after the whole family has yelled “NO SCOTT, NO!” down the Comm...”

“Well, you’re Gordon.” Scott countered, as if that was a conclusive argument. Gordon merely raised an eyebrow.

“Fine. I’m an idiot. I mess up a lot. Happy? But that isn’t the point right now. Why is he so angry with Dad? How can he…? Dad didn’t…? He hasn’t even been… He didn’t do anything wrong?!”

“I think you’re going to have to talk to Virgil about that one bro.”

A minute shake of the head somehow conveyed absolute conviction: “He’s got enough on his plate. He probably won’t remember so I can’t go dredging it all up again.”

Scott closed his eyes for a moment before they were drawn inexorably back to the empty holo display.

“He doesn’t believe I can handle it.”

“He… I’m sorry, WHAT?!” Gordon barely restrained himself from slapping his brother upside the head. With his foot.

“Do you all think this? I thought I was doing a better job than… I thought I was managing to stop you having to… I thought I was keeping you out of it… I can do better. I have to…”

“You are UNBELIEVEABLE!!!”

Scott startled at Gordon’s explosion as if he’d forgotten he was there.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“For not…”

“I swear Scott Tracy if you say anything about not doing enough or not being good enough I am going to fill your pants with jack mackerel and throw you in the sea.”

Scott paused.

“That’s a weirdly specific threat, Gords.”

“Yeah, well, we used it last week in the trench and the rattails went mad for it.”

“Right. Which ones are the rattails again?”

Gordon took a breath, always ready to embark on a marine-life lecture then realised he was being played and glared at his eldest brother who could apparently still do devious even when half-mad with self-loathing. “Nope. You’re not going to distract me. Nice try.”

Scott straightened up and did that maddeningly calm face none of them trusted.

“Forget it Gords, it’s alright. We’ll be alright. I’ll… I’ll sort it all out, you don’t need to worry.”

“No! No you can’t! That’s the point… DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEAN!”

Gordon reflexively cast his eyes to the ceiling but John wasn’t floating omnipotently above as he was hovering in a far more solid fashion down in the infirmary. EOS was up there but even access to the sum total of human knowledge throughout history wouldn’t help get through the thick skull in front of him. Right now Gordon wasn’t sure he had a big enough pickaxe.

The flicker of despair shifted back into calm reassurance mode which hardened into steel. “It’s perfectly clear what you mean. I’ll sort it.”

“Scott, please. Can you stop shutting me out for a minute and just listen? Please? I need my big brother to listen to me.”

Most people would have missed the faint twitch of Scott’s jaw and the slight softening around the eyes but Gordon did not and he seized his moment:

“We don’t want you to do everything yourself. I know you think you CAN but it doesn’t mean you should. You shouldn’t. It isn’t right!”

“I have to, Gordon! Look what happened when I wasn’t there and Virgil had to…”

“Ok firstly, it wasn’t looking after us that broke him. It was burying his grief and pretending to be fine. It was losing you, Scott.”

“But…”

“But that isn’t the point! You aren’t making his life any easier by not letting him help! Can’t you see? It’s like…. It’s like you’re Frodo!!”

“Frodo?!”

“And Virgil is Sam Gamgee!! You think you have to carry it all and you’re saving him from the burden but he’s all “I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you!!””

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Gordon had dropped his voice and done an eerily good impression of their brother which was a surprise for several reasons, not least that Scott would have expected the hammed up Sean Astin he’d heard on many retro movie nights. Gordon was not kidding around this time. And when Gordon stopped kidding around only a fool failed to pay attention. Scott was many things, but he wasn’t a fool.

“He’s always going to try Scott. And it’s eating away at him every time you put up that wall. I see it but I can’t help him and I can’t bear it.”

Gordon held his eye for several seconds and then, the stubborn determination to say his piece apparently exhausted, Gordon sagged and then flinched as the stool wobbled and he tried and failed to adjust his balance to compensate. He clearly hadn’t been looking after his back the way he should have the last few days and Scott had been too preoccupied to notice.

Pure instinct had Scott vaulting over the desk to scoop his little fish off the unreliable perch and safely into his arms. A few moments passed before he settled him on his feet. Gordon nodded his thanks and then hugged him so hard it hurt Scott’s ribs before adding words which applied similar pressure to the heart beneath them.

“Please let us in, Scott. At least let him in. Else I’m not sure which of you I’m going to lose first.”

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[endofradio]

TRUE ECOLOGY — CHAPTER 3: ON CAMERA

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2

WARNINGS: n/a

NOTES: literally trying to carry the nonexistent cuckoo fandom on my shoulders right now LMAO anyways sorry that this chapter is a bit more short. i started having the WORST fucking writer’s block and sorta wanted to just hurry shit up and get this chapter done.

SUMMARY: salem snaps some pictures of könig. when the two of them return to the resort, they engage in a conversation with her parents that ends up taking an awkward direction.

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“Alright, just… stand over there. Yeah, that works. Perfect.”

While König was walking over to stand by a tree, Salem powered on her camera, watching as the screen lit up.

“I guarantee this is nothing new to you.” She chuckled as she slowly raised the camera, the lens facing him. “You’ve probably had your photo taken countless times, right? You know, being the owner of this resort and all.”

A smile, perhaps with a small tinge of smugness, tugged at König’s lips. “Ah, you’re making me sound like a celebrity.” He laughed, his voice beginning to take on somewhat of a lightly smug tone. “But, yes. I suppose you can say I’ve had my fair share of being captured on camera, though I feel this occasion will be much more… memorable.”

“Memorable?” Salem repeated as she started to adjust the settings, her eyes occasionally flicking up to meet König’s gaze. “It’s not like I’m some world-famous professional photographer, you know.”

König tilted his head. “Humble, aren’t we?” He asked, his smile unchanging. “A little compliment shouldn’t hurt, hm?”

Instead of responding, Salem just shook her head, trying to keep her attention focused on the camera in her hands. Don’t get distracted.

“Okay, just… stay still.” She spoke as she began to adjust the focus. “Lean against the tree. Perfect, just like that.”

Snap.

Salem pressed the shutter button. Then, she pressed it again. As she studied the display screen, she decided to zoom in just a little, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“Hm, your outfit works well with the scenery.” She murmured, stepping just a little closer, but still maintaining a distance. “White and green… I like it, actually. Makes you stand out.”

Snap. Another picture.

Salem zoomed in a little more on his face. “Your eyes are… very blue, you know that?” She then asked. “The sunlight’s making them look almost… sapphiric.”

As she snapped another picture, she noticed how König’s expression almost seemed to subtly change each time the shutter went off. The small smile on his face was turning into more of a smirk, his cold eyes flickering with some kind of intensity.

“Do you normally pay this much attention to your… subjects?” He questioned. “I’m getting quite some detailed compliments…”

Snap.

“… you appear to be… incredibly focused…”

Snap.

“… the shutter is going off quite a bit, isn’t it?”

Salem shook her head again, sighing. “I’m a perfectionist.” She answered, trying to maintain her focus. “From a photographer’s perspective, you’re… photogenic. I’m supposed to capture that.”

“Photogenic, hm? Tell me, what are you seeing?”

“Well, I did mention your eyes.”

Salem walked to the side to try out a different angle, noticing how König intently watched her the entire time. She snapped a couple more pictures, then lowered her camera.

“There. Would you like to see the results?”

König pushed himself off of the tree and walked toward Salem, his gaze fixated on the camera. “Of course.”

Salem pulled up the first picture and then handed the camera to him. “Just press that button to go through the pictures.”

She watched as König took the camera, noticing how his expression grew more intrigued with each photo that he examined, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly once he got to the zoomed-in pictures.

“Ah, you must like my face, hm?” He asked, chuckling. “Though, I will say, these are quite lovely.”

Salem smiled at the compliment. “Thanks. I was hoping you’d like them.”

“And you say your talent seems to go unappreciated… quite a shame, if you ask me.”

She shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me all that much. Taking photos is just a hobby for me, anyway.”

König tilted his head at Salem’s answer, clearly intrigued by her response. “Wouldn’t you… love to be… appreciated?” He asked. “Recognized? You say your father doesn’t appear to care. Isn’t that what someone would want the most — approval from their parents?”

Salem sighed. “Yeah, it would be nice, but… I don’t know. I guess you just get used to certain things after a while.”

As the pair walked back to König’s car, Salem stopped in her tracks when she suddenly heard a particular sound in the distance — something that sounded like a shriek. It was unlike anything she had heard before. Was it even an animal? She tried to brush it off and tell herself that perhaps she was simply overthinking.

You’re surrounded by nature. Of course, you’re going to hear weird shit.

Once the two were back in König’s car, Salem could’ve sworn that she heard the exact shrieking sound again. She couldn’t identify where it was coming from, and who or what was the source of the sound.

As König drove deeper into the forest, all Salem could think about now was that goddamn noise.

When Salem and König returned to the resort, Stephen and Louise stood in the lobby, almost as though they had been waiting for them to return, or at least for Salem to return.

When Stephen spotted the pair walking in together, he raised an eyebrow in slight intrigue.

“I take it you two have met each other?”

Salem nodded, fidgeting with the camera strap around her neck. “Yeah. Took some pictures. He showed me around the forest.”

Louise then piped in, a polite smile instantly reaching her face. “I believe this is my first time meeting you in person, Herr König.” She spoke. “You’re more than welcome to sit down and have a chat with us in our suite.”

König smiled at the blonde’s words, giving her a respectful nod. “I’d be more than pleased to, Mrs. Moriarty.”

Louise’s gaze then fell on Salem, and just the expression on her face made her uncomfortable. It was that… insincerity again.

“You should join us, Salem. Come out of your shell a little more.”

Reluctantly, Salem followed the three down the hallway, and once they were all seated in the room, König was the first to speak.

“I hope you two realize that you have a very talented daughter.”

Caught slightly off-guard by the sudden compliment, Salem’s hands awkwardly fidgeted in her lap, her eyes downcast.

“Ah, you’ve seen her photography?” Stephen asked with a slight tilt of his head. “It’s… unique, isn’t it?”

“Unique” was an obvious euphemism.

König’s voice was as smooth and polite as ever. “She was kind enough to use me as her newest… subject. I was quite pleased with the results.”

Louise crossed her arms, letting out a quiet hum. “If you’ve looked at her work, you’ll see that it’s quite… strange. Some of it’s even… morbid.”

Salem fought the urge to roll her eyes, a sharp sigh leaving her lips. “Not all of it is what you think it is.” She muttered. “I don’t appreciate being talked about like I’m not here, you know.”

“Strange?” König repeated. “Hm, and what exactly is wrong with that?”

Louise sighed. “There isn’t exactly anything wrong with it, I just don’t believe it’ll make her successful.”

“Well, what do you want me to do, exactly?” Salem then quietly asked, looking up from her fidgeting hands. “I was barely paid anything decent when I worked at that record store, but at least it was still something. What do you suggest?”

That was when Stephen stepped in.

“You wanted to go into forensic psychology, didn’t you? Why not that?”

Salem shrugged. “Medical school would’ve exhausted me. I decided I just wasn’t built for it, I guess.”

“Why should it matter what… path she chooses for her life?” König then questioned in a mildly critical manner, his eyes slightly narrowing as he leaned back in his seat. “Wouldn’t you think that… passion is what’s so crucial? A drive of some kind? Is that not important?”

I should’ve known this would end up happening.

Salem shifted uncomfortably in her seat before nodding slowly. “I’d much rather do something I enjoy than something that would… tire me.”

Stephen sighed reluctantly. “Fair enough.”

“Can we… talk about something else?” Salem’s voice was growing slightly sheepish. “Please? Thanks.”

Thankfully, her request seemed to work. It was almost as though the previous conversation had never even happened.

“Well… how have you been adjusting?” Stephen asked, folding his hands in his lap. “I assume you like it here a hell of a lot better than back at home.”

“Yeah, definitely. Derry’s so… boring. I appreciate the change of scenery here.”

At the mention of “scenery,” König perked up as though an idea had come to mind. “You’re all aware of my Wednesday nature walks, yes?”

All three nodded.

“I’d be more than pleased to have you all join me this Wednesday. The weather is expected to be beautiful that day.”

Louise and Stephen both exchanged a glance, then smiled at König.

“Oh, we’d love to,” Louise answered, then looked at Salem. “Hm, you should come along, don’t you think?”

“Hm, it would be perfect for your pictures,” König added. “Plenty of sights to see… the possibilities are endless when you’re in nature’s company.”

The few times Salem had gone hiking, she enjoyed it quite a bit, so an opportunity to go hiking in Germany was exciting to her.

“It’s been a while since I’ve last gone hiking, honestly. So… sure. I’ll be there.”

König’s expression turned pleased. “Perfect. Wednesday at 4 PM, yes?”

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Doesn't the Hero Get the Girl?

The second (and currently last) Spider-Robin prompt. Thank you for the anonymous prompt. It's been a blast writing this even if it was very far out of my comfort zone.

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Nancy fell down on the couch. It had been torture to get home. The subway had gotten stuck and it had taken an hour longer than it usually would have. So, opening the front door to her humble apartment had never been accompanied with this much relief. 

Relief that evaporated into thin air when she turned on the TV. 

“Spider-Man is taking a beating.” The news reporter said, microphone clutched in his hands and Nancy recognized him from the office. The guy was a jerk. Every time they ran into each other he started flirting with her as if she hadn’t already rejected him a dozen times.  

But right now he had her undivided attention, something he apparently craved. Blurry images of Robin in her Spider-Man outfit flashed on the screen. Flashes of Robin falling to the ground, hard enough for the camera to shake. Flashes of Robin crawling back to her feet, slightly shaky and clutching at her shoulder for a brief moment. 

Nancy shuffled toward the edge of the couch. Her right hand pressed to her mouth. 

“Oh.” She gasped when Robin got knocked down again. 

She shouldn’t watch this. But she couldn’t look away. Her heart beating heavily in her chest. They had only been dating for a little while. And this was the first time since their first kiss that Robin seemed to be losing a fight. 

She’d get back up. She had to get back up. Why wasn’t she getting back up? 

Nancy hadn’t even noticed that the fingers of her left hand were tapping against her thigh. This was worse torture than the subway. 

“Come on. Come on. Come on, Robin. I can’t lose you.” She mumbled to the grainy image on the TV screen. 

A dark figure slowly approached Robin who was still on the ground. 

“Please, Robin. Get up! GET UP!!!” 

At the very last second, Robin jumped up, kicking the figure back. 

Nancy breathed out a heavy sigh. But as the camera zoomed in on Robin who was now taking the upper hand, Nancy noticed the cuts in the suit, she noticed the blood and the soft bruises that were forming. She definitely noticed the way Robin’s arm was angled, as if she was trying not to move it too much even though she kept hitting the dark figure. 

“It looks like Spider-Man did it once again. The people in this city can sleep tight tonight knowing Spider-Man is here to keep them safe.” The jerk said, the camera once again focused on his smug face. 

“Spider-Woman, you idiots.” But Nancy had a smile on her face. Robin would come waltzing through that door any second now. 

It took 5 minutes before Nancy turned off the TV. Her eyes focused on her own front door instead. But the door didn’t open. Robin didn’t come in. 

Nancy got up from the couch and started pacing the room. Something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. 

“Nance?” 

Nancy jumped up. Right outside her kitchen window, on the fire escape, stood Spider-Man still fully suited up. She was holding on to her waist. Nancy quickly slid open the window, pulling her girlfriend into the apartment.

“Careful, Nance.” Robin’s voice was muffled by the mask. 

“Oh God, Robin. You scared the shit out of me. Are you okay?” 

“Sorry.” Robin slumped against the kitchen counter. “I couldn’t walk through the front door like this. You have too many neighbors.” 

“Robin, are you okay?” Nancy was pulling at the mask, she needed to see Robin’s eyes. She needed to know Robin was okay. But she didn’t look okay. She was barely standing, half of her weight being supported by the counter behind her. 

“I’m fine.” She sighed as Nancy dropped the mask to the floor. But there were red bruises on her cheeks. 

“You don’t look fine. Come here, you need to sit down. And you need to get this damned suit off.” 

“Want to undress me already? I just got home, Nance.” Robin tried to smile but her face turned into a grimace when she tried to walk towards the couch. 

“She’s still got jokes.” 

“Always.” 

“Come on, lean on me.” Their eyes locked and Robin’s expression softened, the pain vanishing for a brief second before returning full force. But she softly nodded and put one of her arms around Nancy’s shoulders. In return, Nancy carefully wrapped her arm around Robin’s waist and pulled her along one step at a time. 

Once Robin sat on the couch, they maneuvered around each other to get the suit off, revealing a plethora of cuts and bruises and open wounds.

“Just give me a second. I’m gonna get the first aid kit.” 

Robin was softly groaning when Nancy came back, falling to her knees next to the superhero. 

“You ought to be more careful next time, babe.” Nancy whispered as she cleaned the wounds. Her fingers softly caressing the skin around them, careful not to cause anymore pain. 

“But then we wouldn’t have these fun patching up moments. I really like the way your hands feel.” Robin sounded sleepy, exhaustion quickly overtaking her now that she was in the comfort of Nancy’s home.

“Well if you weren’t broken and bruised you could feel my hands in a lot more places and it would be a lot more pleasurable.” 

Robin hummed with a smile. “I’ll heal.” 

“You better.” 

“And I’m fine. I’m sure we can have some fun.” One of Robin’s hands tangled into Nancy’s hair. 

“Okay there, Casanova. You’re all patched up. Let’s get you to bed.” 

“Take me to bed, Nancy Wheeler.” 

Nancy took Robin into her arms, holding her upright and slowly walking towards the bedroom. She placed Robin on the bed, tucking her in. Just as Nancy tried to move away, Robin’s hand grabbed for her wrist, pulling her on top of her. 

“Be careful.” Nancy laughed. 

Robin didn’t reply. She simply leaned up, pressing her lips to Nancy’s. Their lips slotted together perfectly. Like they had always been meant to kiss each other. Sometimes Nancy liked to believe they had been. 

“You need to get some rest.” Nancy pulled back slightly, stroking Robin’s bruised cheek. 

“Doesn’t the hero get the girl?” Robin sighed, already trying to close the distance once again. 

“You’ve already got me, Robin.”

[carriehobbs]

Netflix and Chill

I know that the MC wakes up in their own room at the beginning of Chapter 3 in Blood Moon (by @barbwritesstuff), but I've always had this image in my head of my Marco-romancing MC, Mia, falling asleep with him while watching Netflix at the end of Chapter 2. So I wrote about it.

After an exhausting night finding Carrie, bringing her back to the den, and meeting with the Alpha, Mia and Marco watch a documentary. Marco/MC, 1417 words.

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“This octopus here has sustained damage to one if its nerves. As a result, the octopus can no longer change the colour of its skin, which is controlled by cells called chromatophores. The Octopus vulgaris, or common octopus, however, will regain control over its colouring as the damage to the impacted nerve is naturally repaired over time,” the documentary’s narrator explains as the camera zooms in close on the image of a lone octopus sheltered in a cluster of underwater rocks. The skin of the octopus’s mantle is a milky white in stark contrast to the speckled brown of its arms.

For a second all Mia can think about is the stray, down on the ground in the dirt by a rusty swing set. The taste of rotten blood. Pale skin under ugly, flickering streetlights.

Mia reaches up abruptly to adjust the angle of the laptop screen. Marco shifts slightly beside her, his weight pushing down on the cheap mattress.

It’s only been about twenty minutes since their documentary started. The laptop rests on Marco’s stomach, balanced precariously and with its screen tilted ever so slightly more towards her than him. Marco’s blankets are kicked haphazardly to the foot of the bed, shoved away when they’d settled against Marco’s flattened old pillows, and his right earbud sits uncomfortably in her left ear. Mia feels the prick of cool, early-morning air on her exposed skin where her shirt rucks up on the right side. This moment is still a million times better than the cold patrol or the crammed ride home or the awkward report to the Alpha that followed, though that’s mostly because of the way she can bask in the warmth of Marco pressed flush against her, side-by-side from toe to shoulder.

“You still watching?” Marco asks softly, jostling her as he tries to glance down without jabbing her in the forehead with his chin. It’s the first time either of them has spoken since Marco pressed play.

“Yeah,” Mia mumbles. She leans her head against his shoulder, crown against bone, and watches the octopus crawl out from its hiding place between two rocks.

“I wouldn’t blame you, you know,” he says, but Mia can practically hear the smirk he must be wearing on his stupidly handsome face. “I’m pretty fucking tired too.”

Mia blinks, slow and heavy. “’m not tired.”

Marco laughs, a quick breath out through his nose that is more like a strong exhale than anything else, but he doesn’t challenge her claim.

They settle into relative silence again, their quiet breaths only interrupted by the documentary narrator’s voice coming tinny and uneven through their earbuds. Marco doesn’t normally let their movie nights get this quiet; usually she has to shush his stream of commentary during what he considers to be the boring parts of the movie. It’s nice, though, to sit here with him and feel his every breath through where she touches his shoulder. If she listens closely enough, she can pretend to hear his heartbeat.

While their movie nights are fairly frequent, they’re hardly ever planned more than a few hours in advance. They’re typically prompted by Marco, who drops the suggestion apropos of nothing in the middle of a conversation over lunch or on patrol or really any time it’s just the two of them. Mia always agrees and flushes warm all over in a way that makes her feel so obvious and girlish. Then he smiles that wide, familiar smile and she schools her hands into fists in her jacket pockets so that she doesn’t reach out and ruffle his hair or touch his shoulders or his jaw or his mouth with her mouth. Later, they hunch over Nikolas’s DVD collection and debate which movie to watch and her pick almost always wins.

Some nights, when the pack is asleep, they sequester themselves with Marco’s laptop in one of their bedrooms the same way they’ve hidden away tonight. Mia’s favourites, though, are the nights where they commandeer the TV and the use-worn bottle green couch in the den’s living room.

On those nights she has to sit so close to Marco in order to share the popcorn that she can feel the warm, solid press of his thigh against hers through their jeans and smell the scent of laundry detergent and his cheap cigarettes on his clothes. Sometimes, blissfully, they even fall asleep there on the couch, wrapped up together in the same blankets. These nights are the closest anything’s ever come to being perfect, even if she has trouble looking her packmates in the eyes the next morning because of the creeping, itching feeling along her skin that they can see through all her transparent excuses.

Mia subtly turns her face in to Marco’s shoulder and inhales with eyes fluttering shut, long and deep and slow. Laundry detergent and cigarettes. Even after tonight, he’s still her Marco.

“I can turn it off if you want,” Marco offers and for a foggy-brained second Mia doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“I’m watching,” she insists once she catches up.

Mia rolls to her left, in towards where Marco’s weight dips the mattress, and accidentally kicks his blankets the last few inches off the end of the bed where they land with an almost inaudible thump on the floor. As she settles again, she manages to resist the urge to drape her arm, heavy, across his body and pull him in close until she’s wrapped around him and can keep him near her forever. It’s a very near thing.

A few suspiciously-long seconds pass before Marco speaks again. “Your eyes are fucking closed. You can’t see anything.”

“No,” Mia lies, eyes closed.

“You’re totally not watching.”

“I’m listening.”

“Bullshit. If you’re watching, then what’s happening?”

“Shh,” Mia hushes. “I’m listening. You’re being too loud.”

“Bull-fucking-shit,” Marco repeats toothlessly while Mia presses her face firmly down into his shoulder even though it squishes her nose.

When Mia blinks her eyes open again, still lethargic and slow, it’s against the soft dawn light filtering past Marco’s thin curtains. Marco is fast asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly and evenly under her head and her palm, which is curled into the fabric of his shirt over his pectoral. Marco’s laptop lays abandoned on his stomach; the screen is dark.

For a second Mia just watches him, trying to commit to memory the way the stillness of sleep transforms his expression into something peaceful, so different from the bright smiles he usually lets her see. Then she slowly uncurls her hand from Marco’s shirt and smooths out the wrinkled fabric. Her face feels embarrassingly hot and she hopes that Marco had at least already been asleep before she grabbed at him like a child clinging to a favourite toy in the night. Not tonight, she had promised him, and she had meant it.

Mia closes the laptop and places it gently on her abandoned side of the bed, the space still warm and inviting, before slipping to the door as quietly as she can. Slowly she turns the doorknob and pulls the door open, glancing behind her one last time at Marco’s sleeping form. He hasn’t even stirred. Mia closes the door behind her with equal caution, gently settling the door back into its frame before turning the doorknob to prevent it from clicking as the mechanism latches.

Her trip one door down the hall to her own room is mercifully short. She strips off her day clothes perfunctorily as soon as the door is closed, leaving them abandoned in a heap in the middle of her floor to be dealt with later. She wriggles into a pair of worn cotton sleep shorts and an oversized, hand-me-down t-shirt and flops inelegantly down onto her own bed, paradoxically less comfortable than when she’d woken. Mia huffs a slow, deep sigh and drags a pillow towards herself to cling to before closing her eyes again. Hopefully she can eke out a few more hours of sleep before she has to deal with the pack, the stray, and the fallout from the night before. She lays her head down on the edge of the pillow, what little of it isn’t clutched in her arms. It’s a poor substitute for Marco just one room over, she can’t help but think as sleep drapes like a thick blanket over her, but maybe, just maybe, she will only have to make due with pillows for a little while longer.

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(1) The fact about octopus’ nerve regeneration doesn’t actually come from a documentary, it comes from Imperadore, P., Parazzoli, D., Oldani, A., Duebbert, M., Büschges, A., & Fiorito, G. (2019). From injury to full repair: nerve regeneration and functional recovery in the common octopus, Octopus vulgaris. Journal of Experimental Biology, 222(19), 1-11. doi.org/10.1242/jeb.209965. I believe there were a few documentaries about octopuses released in 2019, but, as it turns out, I’m much better at finding journal articles than I am at finding documentaries online. I don’t know what kind of documentary Mia and Marco would have had to be watching to learn this information, but hopefully it interests someone.

(2) I’ve always pictured the pack as having a (sort of musty) old green couch for some reason. The pack’s musty green couch is a real Blood Moon character to me.

(3) The image of Mia and Marco falling asleep on the couch during their movie nights was inspired by this piece of art by @/toads-treasures here on tumblr.

[bellalampwickrossi]

Disney Descendants: Who Where You? Before they Broke Your Heart?

By Me and @hannahhook7744

Summary: In one world, the likes of Kyle White, Joyce 'Joy' Foxworth, Haul Bjorgman, and Amira Bint Aladdin Bin Cassim Al Hamad of Agrabah were a part of Hannah Hook's crew. 

This is not that world. 

(Part of the Killer Queen Universe).  .....

“Well this outta be good” Joy, now sixteen, said as she pressed play on the old video camera.

The video wobbled as the person holding it ran around erratically. Taking sharp turns around counters and giggling—only to almost immediately run into a pair of legs. 

“Oof.”

“I wonder who’s video camera this is,” Joy said out loud to herself and no one else.

“Nadia? What are you doing with Luke's camera?” An unfamiliar girl, around Joy’s age, giggled. Kneeling down to the camera’s eye level to reveal that the girl wasn't so unfamiliar after all…

Because it was Hannah Hook.

“Holy cow... is that our new ruler who destroyed my father’s old home and EVERYTHING that I’ve cared about?!” Joy shrieked, suddenly becoming more angry.

The one holding the camera didn't seem afraid, however. No, instead she just giggled harder. “Se-kret!” 

Which in turn caused Hannah herself to giggle as she took the camera from her. “Don't tell Luke see you with this thing or he'll never make you cookies again.”

“Huh, she is kinda cute for a nutcase .. maybe I can use this video as dirt against her?”  Joy thought out loud, weighing the pros and cons.

The camera spun around to show a little tan girl with long black hair and big brown eyes in a white dress. She looked to be around two or three years old, and just pouted at the camera.

She was holding a tiny stuffed monkey. 

Joy wasn't seeing any kind of dirt so far which frustrated her, though she did wonder how some one so cute could go completely bonkers.  

“Hey! Has anyone seen my camera?! That thing cost me sixteen apples?!” A voice in the distance called. 

“SH–SUGAR HONEY ICE TEA!” Hannah swore, nearly dropping the camera before quickly shutting it off. 

“Well that wasn’t helpful! “ Joy muttered.  “Well maybe... if I go back to where I found the camera there might be more dirt somewhere!”  ....

“Why are we doing this again?” Kyle gripped. Wiping the sweat from his brow as he dug in one area of the abandoned house on the isle where Joy had found the abandoned camera. 

“Because Joy wanted us to?” Haul suggested quietly, his long blonde bangs falling in his face. Searching another part of the house. Just as sweaty as Kyle was. 

Which, if you asked Joy, they deserved for wearing black leather jackets on such a hot day when she had clearly told them they were going exploring.

They should have taken a page out of Amira’s book and worn short sleeves and lightly colored clothes but nooooo…. They just had to wear their leather jackets. 

“Because we are looking for more tapes for the camera” Joy responded, rolling her eyes.

“Why do you even care about that stupid camera so much?” Kyle grumbled. Rolling his eyes as he threw some of the random junk that had been left behind across the room and out of his way. 

Right into Haul’s way. 

He said nothing, as usual.

Amira, on the other hand….“Hey!”

Joy rolled her again, though she was starting to admit that maybe this was a stupid idea after all. Not out loud of course but still… “ I care Because I just do ok ?! “ Joy Snapped.

Kyle didn't accept that for an answer, unlike the other two because of course the son of Snow White just had to be as difficult as always. “You haven't even told us what's on the crappy thing. You can't blame us for being curious.”

“Ok fine! You know the girl who destroyed Neverland and took over Auradon? Well she’s in this camera.”

“WHAT?!” ....

The camera was less shaky this time as it ever so slowly zoomed in on a sleeping Hannah Hook, from when she was about ten.

Her face was pressed up against the steering wheel of a ship, which she was leaning on. No, practically laying on as she sat on a barrel. 

 “Well that’s an  uncomfortable looking way to sleep” Kyle muttered. “Who Would film someone while they slept ?” Amira questioned.

The camera turned out to reveal a giggling ten year old boy with red hair and green eyes—one who looked and dressed suspiciously similar to Hannah Hook's right hand man, Luke Tremaine-Westergaard. 

“I told her she drools and yet—” he zoomed in further on the brunette. “There she is! Here's my proof, Bam-Bam!”

“Lame! Who says Bam-bam?” Kyle asked, rolling his eyes.  

“It's clearly a nickname you idiot.” Amira snapped, clearly tired of his non-stop complaining. 

“Will you two be quiet like Haul ?!  I’m trying to see if there's more !” Joy snapped at both of them.

The brunettes both rolled their eyes. But only Kyle spoke. “Haul’s always quiet!”

“Yeah and you two could learn a thing from him, ” Joy muttered under her breath”.

The camera turned off. .....

“Hannah?” The boy from earlier called out. Zooming in on the girl in question, who looked about seven now instead of the ten in the other video.

Seven and holding a bundle of something in her arms.

“Yes?”

“What's that?”

“...a… small human?”

The camera hit the ground, causing the video to shake as a pair of running sneakers came into view. “No!”

Hannah could still be heard in the background, yelling “yes!” As a baby gurgled. 

“Why is she holding that baby?” Joy wondered. 

“I heard a rumor that she has a lot of little kids in her crew…” Haul quietly replied from where he sat a little aways from  the rest of them. As he always did.

“So her crew consists of babies ?” Kyle snorted. “Apparently,” Joy replied.

“He didn't say it consisted only of babies. He just said there's a lot of them.” Amira pointed out. “And he would know, seeing as her crew did destroy his home and family.”

Joy had forgotten that. “Gosh Haul I’m so sorry that happened to you” Joy said to the blonde even though it was cold comfort.

The blonde didn't look up from his lap. ....

A loud scream rang out as the next tape played.

“Man could they scream any louder ?” Kyle Complained. “Turn the volume down !”

“Fine whatever.” Joy responded, rolling her eyes as she turned the volume down.

The screaming continued as the camera zoomed out to reveal a ten year old Hannah Hook, screaming bloody murder as she clung to a fourteen year old Harry Hook's back. 

All while he looked down at a cat sized spider with thinly veiled disdain.

“Woah, that spider is HUGE!” Joy exclaimed.

“I think he looks friendly.” Haul mumbled.

“You think EVERY ANIMAL looks friendly !” Amira snorted.

“MAKE IT GO AWAY! MAKE IT GO AWAY!” the ten year old wailed. Looking pale. 

“I wonder if she’s still scared of spiders ?..” Joy mused, secretly thinking of a revenge plan in her head. Then there was this voice in her head saying NO ! Revenge is not the answer. What she needs is some serious help! “Nevermind it’s stupid idea” Joy muttered out loud.

“Aw man, I wanted to see where that thought was going.” Kyle whined. 

They all ignored him.

“Hold your bloody horses, I'm going.” Harry huffed, before holding out his hook towards the spider—glaring. “Shoo!”

The spider didn't move an inch. 

“I said shoo you bloody menace!”

“Is that the brother who was executed by King Beast?” Amira asked.

“Former King.” Kyle corrected. “and yes.”

 Poor Hannah..” Haul said sympathetically. 

Kyle almost looked as if he agreed with the other boy. 

“You guys might have a point .. “ Joy mused. “Losing your older sibling can’t be easy…”

Harry scowled down at the spider and kicked it, causing it to hiss and scurry off. Basically the spider version of a bad guy’s ‘I’ll be back!’ speech. 

Hannah whimpered and buried her face in the ravenette’s shoulder. Still hiccuping. “Is it gone?”

“Aww poor Hannah .. that spider was so mean !” Joy started. “ Guys .. I think Hannah Hook needs a support group ..”

“Don't let your parents hear that or they might disown you.” Kyle mumbled. “She did still destroy Neverland, even if she didn't kill most of its population.”

“True.. but honestly.. I don’t know WHAT to think anymore!” Joy replied. ....

“Hi Luke! Sorry I tooks your camera but I hads to make this video somehows since our bir-th-day is coming up ands I wanted to gives yous a gift!’ a six year old Hannah Hook rambled as the camera turned on. 

She had two missing front teeth and a freshly healing black eye as she wiggled around in the oversized coat, dress, and boots she was wearing. The oversized hat on her head sliding down her face. 

Yet she was smiling.

“So here it ‘tis! My gift to you!”

She started to tap her foot. 

“Yo! My b-best friend, b-best friend 'til the very end!”

She stumbled slightly.“Ok I CAN’T take this anymore!” Joy shouted. “ I Can’t believe I'm saying this but I feel sorry for Hannah Hook !”

“Same.” Haul was, surprisingly or not depending on who you asked, the first to agree with her. 

“Me too..”Amira sighed. 

“Ditto.” Kyle replied, far less reluctant than anyone was expecting.

“There’s gotta be a way for her to step down peacefully!”  Joy said.

“'Cause b-best friends, b-best friends don't have to pre-tand!” Hannah hopped from one foot to the other, stumbling back. A nervous smile on her face as her goggles slid down her nose. “You need a hand?”

She held out her hand before pointing out at herself. “and I'm right theres right be-sides you!”

“So ..anyone got any ideas for how we get her to step down?” Kyle asked.

“None whatsoever. I'm bad with people…” Haul  winced. “But… then again, maybe if we treat her like an abused cat—”

“Would that work or would it just piss her off more?” Amira interrupted.

“We have to try,” Joy said with a determined expression.

“You in the dark? I'll bes da bri-ght light to guide you!” Hannah fell forward onto the camera, causing it to turn off. 

“Come on guys, “ Joy said. “ We have a scared little girl to see.”

The End

[setthishouseablaze]

Spotify Wrapped - Miss Americana & The Scarf

The video opens on this pair, Miss Americana and an anthropomorphized red scarf they are standing inside TS right eye. Being hidden within her eye they are just below the skyline, between the Cornelia St sign and the dice roll. There are two shots of them. In the space of a few seconds the sun (her pupil) rises behind them as they meet, join hands, drop hands off-camera, but then come back together and press against one another back to back, they disappear in a literal blink of an eye just before the final zoom out. The sky is blue, fluffy cartoon clouds go by, seagulls fly through the shot, and orange-red leaves fall from the mask worn by the scarf.

Miss Americana is one of the few characters completely unmasked in the video only glitter obscures her face, I interpret this as her being a facet of TS who is more exposed to the public eye, she wears a tight pink dress with a giant bow covering her chest, very feminine, she's wearing the Miss Americana title spelled out in black friendship bracelet beads like a beauty pageant sash. The black and white beads are a notable contrast to the blue/purple/pink beads of the other friendship bracelets worn by Mountain Taylor. Both of her wrists are covered in bracelets and I think that her earrings are made of tiny versions of those beads too but they're all illegible, the earring looks like lazy daisy petal outline.

Daisies have history in Taylor's lyricism "I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy" and in her online public presence particularly in the run up to the launch of Lover and in the context of her relationship with KK.

The Scarf is a woman clad in a loose red satin robe layered with a giant red pointed scarf, aside from a toothy smile her face is obscured by orange leaves (shades of a Cheshire cat smile.) The leaves that make up the mask are the same colour as the flames of the burning house and the leaves in the snow-globe/crystal ball. Her left hand is always hidden.

The All Too Well scarf is represented another time in the video, wrapped around a cat in the foreground, but, TS says that whenever we see a cat it's just to remind us that she really likes cats so maybe that one is ignored by association?

Miss Americana is most obviously paired with The Heartbreak Prince, so does scarf-lady represent the prince as well or is the prince just absent? If so were they ghosted in favour of 'the castle' or are they just missing a direct representation because every figure in the video is part of her personal mirror-ball? All Too Well og version was on Red and the scarf represents innocence/girl-hood, is that something she could be reclaiming or, uh, re-gifting, through Miss Americana in the Lover era?

Pageants are pretty universally a feminine pursuit, and in the TS universe they're something that can be worn as a mask, and something that might be avoided to frustrate old fashioned expectations. In MAATHP "no cameras catch my pageant smile" as she ripped up her prom dress "running through rose thorns" when she saw the political landscape and ran for her life. In Dorothea the muse is "Skipping the prom just to piss off your mom and her pageant schemes."

In MAATHP she addresses a You throughout the song, no pronouns, but "the damsels are depressed"/"we're so sad, we paint the town blue" it's easy to read THP as being female. It sounds like an apologetic plea to a lover a - you know I love you but this is a terrifying time of loaded dice and there's an unfavourable scoreboard so lets not fight with each other lets just run away together and we'll come back to this battle when the time is right. I can't help but wonder if it was originally written as Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Kid.

The image of a rising sun in music always reminds of the song House of the Rising Sun which despite the popular radio version has its origin as a folk song in which the protagonist is either a prisoner or a prostitute or both. The idea of being trapped/caged/locked in to a certain image is a theme throughout Taylors work. Of course there are more obvious connections to Taylors own work, Lovers pre-launch name was Daylight, and the song Happiness references "a glorious sunrise" both of which I've blogged about here before with the general theme of Sunrise being a metaphor for coming out of the closet. Sunrises generally signify beginnings, it's interesting that in this clip the sun rises over this relationship but never sets, just becomes hidden away.

The seagulls in this clip reference a prevalent part of the imagery for 1989 both og and re-recording, they have long been rumoured to be covert symbols of sapphic love in the TS universe. Here are some 'lesbian seagull' references if you're curious. :) [1] [2] [3]

Eye Theory is another really straight-forward link to this clip and as it's a well established piece of gaylore so I'm just going to pop a link to the @9w1ft master-post. [4]

[1] https://www.nytimes.com/1977/11/23/archives/extensive-homosexuality-is-found-among-seagulls-off-coast-of.html

[2] https://medium.com/ostem-ucsd/how-lesbian-seagulls-changed-the-gay-rights-movement-dd88493da8e0

[3] https://genius.com/Engelbert-humperdinck-lesbian-seagull-lyrics

[4] https://9w1ft.tumblr.com/post/707733730978037761/been-seeing-a-lotta-people-on-twitter-asking

[cutegirlmayra]

Larxene Music Prompt (Cupid)

I don’t know why, but this music video plays in my head everytime I hear Fifty Fifty’s Cupid song XD

Based on my prompt for Larxene/Elrena (x)

Based on this song: (x)

Prompt:

La, la, la, la-la-la La, la-la-la, la, la-la-la

A blurry vision then clears as though dreamy cream clouds, bursting as a girl with her arms up over her upperface then crosses them down, revealing Elrena.

A hopeless romantic all my life Surrounded by couples all the time

Leaning her back up in an arched stretch upwards, bending a knee up as well, Elrena is on the stony steps of the data world. She pushes her knees in and places her head in her hand, looking annoyed and bored by seeing cut-off forms of Skuld and Ephemer walking by, their faces out of shot except the smiles on their faces as Skuld skips a bit ahead but turns back to him with her hands behind her back. They continue to walk off the screen as Elrena falls back to the stony steps, having to arch her back due to their edges.

I guess I should take it as a sign (Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why?)

Her Chirithy jumps down a step and sways it’s arms in a lower hula-like way to the ‘Oh why’ parts. It’s on each double beat that it it switches from left to right. Her Chirithy continues to sing the (parentheses) for these next scenes.

I'm feeling lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me)

Elrena wraps her arms around herself, before she realizes as she leans her head back that someone is at the top of the stairs, and leans up quickly to turn around and look at them in surprise.

The Camera pans up to Lauriam, who smiles charmingly down to her, hands in his pockets.

Now, I'm crying in my room So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more) But still, I want it more, more, more

The camera rolls with Elrena’s turn again to have her face plant with her arms over her pillow in her room. She turns again to run her hands from her shoulders, up her neck, to them twisting her body as she sings ‘more, more, more’~ till her hands are moving through her hair, gripping one of her antenna-like strands longingly, yearningly.

I gave a second chance to Cupid But now, I'm left here feeling stupid

There’s a split second frame of her charging into the abandoned house with her Chirithy, implying she was following Strelitzia’s image, before holding her Chirithy in front of her in a sharp cut to her horrified and scared face as the Union Leaders begin to talk, rotating the camera to them.

Lauriam looks away from the conversing others and steps forward and offers his hand to her, still a comforting, enchanting smile of reassurance.

Oh, the way he makes me feel That love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

She shakes out her hands, but he tilts his head affectionately and take her Chrithity out of her hands, placing him down quickly and scoops her up bridal style, lifting a leg up into the Lifeboat as she looks around confused, not sure why they’re insisting on saving her.

Once in, her Chirithy and his face come back into view, and she puts her hands on the shield, before the music naturally swells to make it sound like light particles are shooting up around her, taking her elsewhere as she squrims to the effect, turning her head away and lifting a knee again. (Flavors of drama lol) Chirithy no longer sings (parentheses), as he is no longer present.

I look for his arrows every day I guess he got lost or flew away

Larxene then enters as a mid-shot into the screen with bright white behind her, meaning to reflect the Organiziation’s homebase of void rooms. She does her iconic middle finger pressing up against her forehead before flicking it a few times at ‘flew away’.

Waiting around is a waste (Waste) Been counting the days since November Is loving as good as they say?

Fast zoom out to show she’s now in Castle Oblivion, talking very directly to Namine who, in her chair, is trying to lean away from her in flinches. Then it cuts to Larxene looking out the window and the camera rolling to a rotation of behind her having changed to transition to Sora, Donald, and Goofy. She looks pretty ticked, turning around to swipe the air in agrivation as the Camera pivots to the other direction and rolls in it’s rotation to show her back in the Organization base watching Roxas, Xion, and Axel walking along and conversing in the homebase as friends together.

Now I'm so lonely (Lonely) Oh, I wish I'd find a lover that could hold me (Hold me)

She holds herself again, looking behind her to see Marluxia off and doing his own thing, standing around as she pouts and swipes her head away.

Now I'm crying in my room So skeptical of love (Say what you say, but I want it more) But still, I want it more, more, more

Once again a swinging cut on her head’s spinning about to show she’s fallen onto her Organization bed, mimicking the earlier scene as Elrena, but having her head to the side as she turns her body to lay her back against the whiteness of everything, looking defeated in her love-sickness. Giving up, she grins maliciously and lets her electricity shock around her on the bed, turning and twisting much like her earlier scene with her hands grabbing her head and then moving up to stretch. Symbolic of her dip into the insanity of working as a Nobody and losing her true self in it’s mayhem and mess. (More dramatic allure lol)

I gave a second chance to Cupid But now, I'm left here feeling stupid

A electric bolt transitions the screen as she’s now standing within the maze of of the Keyblade graveyard. She sees Mickey and leans forward, shoving her crossed arms with the electric nail daggers from being up across her to down as she charges him in zig-zagging electric charges. She looks up as Sora appears to swipe down his Keyblade from above at her. Marluxia intercedes with a clash of his scythe. She looks up, dumbfounded that he would rush in to ‘save’ her.

Oh, the way he makes me feel That love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

She is pushed back by Mickey in her astonishment at the kind deed, but as she rolls against the ground, Marluxia lands to stand protectively in front of her, taking the two on.

Coming up in front of the screen is another Larxene, who sings, ‘Cupid is so dumb’ as she does another iconic finger to her forehead before flicking her head back and motioning a ‘gag’ with her finger now pointing inside her mouth.

(Cupid is so dumb)

She falls to her knees, Sora walks over with his eyebrow raised, she smirks and puts her finger up in the ‘It’s a secret’ gesture line she does in the game, before disappearing to be recompleted after a smile back to his intuitive question.

Hopeless girl is seeking Someone who will share this feeling I'm a fool A fool for love, a fool for love

Now back as Elrena, and in the thundering rain of Dwarf’s Woodlands cliffside, she has her knees and hands holding her up off the soggy brown rocks as she shakes her head and cries with the rain, gripping the ground. She grips her heart, looking up a moment, before dipping it down as though thinking everything she did was pointless and didn’t help anything anyway.

I gave a second chance to Cupid But now, I'm left here feeling stupid Oh, the way he makes me feel

Her head swings up to look behind her, turning on the ground as though looking back at someone calling her.

Lauriam comes running up the cliff, heading straight for her.

That love isn't real Cupid is so dumb

He falls to his hands and knees, breathing harshly, before looking up at her with water droplets falling from his lumious hair.

I gave a second chance to Cupid (Hopeless girl is seeking someone) But now, I'm left here feeling stupid (Who will share this feeling)

The camera spins around them as he holds out a hand, as though to offer it to her again, but this time, places it to her cheek and smiles.

Oh, the way he makes me feel That love isn't real (I'm a fool) Cupid is so dumb (A fool for love, a fool for love)

The next shot is Elrena completely red in the cheeks, spreading across her nose as she looks up, the camera pulls out from the close-up to show the swaying, bouncing motion is because she is being carried Bridal-style away from the cliff, down it in Lauriam’s strong, protective arms... She has her hands and arms pulled in and bundled slightly, seeming smitten that love might not be out of the cards of fate just yet... or at all...

She closes her eyes and leans into him.

(thanks for read-watching lol XD It’s just something that inspired the prompt, I hope you enjoyed it!)

[ospguenolelorho]

Hair -- Gaffer Role

PREP

I missed the first meeting due to doing prep for the Office shoot.

In class we had a quick meeting with Andrew. He recommended pointing a light on a person's shoulder/clavicle to get soft light on the face and hard light on the body. Moreover, he recommended using a light ball on a stick for night shoots.

We then did two days of prep: One for each location

1/53 Recce/Prep

Me and Holly served as stand-ins while GG and Lola figured the shots out using the viewfinder app. Me & Holly proposed to change the location of the script. We realised the Morningside Wild West location (which was the easiest and best set we had at our disposition) only featured in a paragraph that could easily be cut from the script. Due to Morven already having a lot of set dressing to do in the first saloon scene, we thought it would be better and more interesting to have the second scene unfold in Morningside Wild West rather than in a small non-descript storage room. Lola and GG agreed to change the later part of the script to play in Morningside Wild West.

Morningside Wild West Recce/Prep

Me and Heather served as stand-ins while GG & Lola figured the shots. I discussed the lighting and we came up the idea of using the 600D through the stairs to have the lighting cut through the steps onto the characters. The rest of the lighting was mostly based around the already present street lights.

The relationship with Lola was that she would do the framing and I would do the light as she had less knowledge of how these worked. Although pretty unconventional, I was quite happy to get to be the one choosing where to put the lights and to try and make it look cinematic-ish.

I bought a Chinese lantern to use as a light ball on set.

Using the viewfinder app, Lola made a shot list. Based on it, I drew up a lighting and blocking plan for the scene.

DAY 1

The shoot was a bit chaotic, with not much of an AD and often too many people in the way with no tasks to do. Moreover, the batteries which had been picked up in the morning hadn’t been put on charge and so the shoot was a race against time, losing battery after battery before we physically couldn’t shoot due to the camera having no power. This was stressful and highly avoidable.

This also meant that I wasn’t able to fully use the lights as intended and had to improvise with the nanLites. This further deprived us of a monitor for half of the shoot and therefore I couldn’t see what was in the actual frame. I also saw them film with the viewfinder zoomed in, probably for focus reasons but that meant no one had any idea what the frame looked like throughout the shot and probably explains some of the mistakes that slipped in. One example is shadows in the right pillar, which are very visible in movement.

We also lost some time with bad light direction: I would often be given instructions without being told the intent or goal only to find out the solution had nothing to do with how they attempted to solve it – e.g. move this light here, no maybe the other way round, closer, further back etc... -> reason: there’s a flair -> solution: the camera doesn’t even have the matt box attached.

The lighting in the outdoor scenes was more about working with what we had (and hadn’t), except for under the stairs the light consisted mostly of using the street lamp and shaping the figure a bit with the addition of an eyelight and a minor backlight or sidelight.

I roughly followed the lighting plan I made, and just improvised with necessity. The main deviations from the plan was (1) using nanlites as side or backlights to make the characters pop more, and (2) using a silver reflector to light the faces.

I knew some of the footage was underlit, the few shots for which we checked the false colours used less than a third of the sensor's capabilities. I did voice my concern but got overruled by both the DoP and the Director. I didn’t press my concerns further as lighting it sufficiently would probably have accelerated the decimation of our batteries. I think the footage is overally not too bad although some shots are quite underlit and noisy.

There also weren’t any toilets, so I think we got very lucky this didn’t become a problem.

Rushes & Baffling choices

In rewatching the rushes, some of the creative decisions quite baffle me and the 180 line gets broken badly.

On set, the DoP and Director had trouble getting the actor to stop at the exact right position for a shot. Watching the rushes, I realised that the chosen position for the actor was right behind the pillar, which is the worst option possible in my opinion.

Moreover, during the recce, we had two WS. One conventional and another from a high angle on the other side of the 180-degree line, which looked very voyeuristic. I didn't have too much problem with it as I thought the rest of the shots covered the scene well. I also thought that because we had a CU sitting on the line, we could always use this to cross over to the other side.

However, on set, the CU shot got changed into a very strange-looking OTS shot without consideration for the line. The reverse shot right afterwards was changed to match the side of the line of the CU. However, these are now on the opposite side and therefore, the shots are continuous with the weird voyeuristic high-angle shot, but not the conventional WS. Good luck to the editor.

Overall, I think often the frame is overly wide and not put to full use, with the characters being cramped in the middle of the frame with lots of dead space around them. I also think a CU on the weakest element of costuming (no fault of Morven) is maybe not the wisest choice to keep the audience immersed.

I’m really unsure whether the film will be editable, as the director and DoP would cut right after the specific action they wanted in the shot, even though much more of the scene could play in the take. Moreover, there's little coverage around specific actions or moments — e.g. the singles of the characters at a specific stage of the blocking don’t include the characters getting into their positions.

I get that they have a vision on how to edit this film in post, but I think this will really tie the hands of the editor and provide not much to work with if their imagined edit doesn’t not work out. Me and Holly have voiced this concern for the lack of coverage both days to the Director and DoP, but they seemed confident. This being outside of our departments, we didn’t press on it.

Also, I’ve noticed the shots don’t always showcase what’s in the scrip — e.g. Diana walking into the saloon is not covered. I did bring this up a few days before during the drafting of the shot list, and Lola agreed to cover it but didn’t take note and subsequently forgot. I’ve not seen a paper edit beyond the simple tramlines so I’m not sure all the action is properly covered.

I think GG did not know how to stand her ground enough as a Director, and would not always convey any vision she had for a particular shot or whether she disliked something. I remember at some point I thought I could achieve the lighting GG wanted, but the rest of the crew pushed against and so it was taken out.

Similar to how the female character is lit through the gap between the steps. GG wanted a top light from the gaps between the floorboards to light the male actors’ face. Instead, I relied on bouncing the 600D backlight onto his face, which meant the light was coming from the same direction as the camera which made his face look quite flat.

I also think GG got refused another shot she wanted.

Extra Prep

I grew quite frustrated with the production of this film, as two days before shooting, we didn’t have a room. The original plan was to get 1/53, when that became not possible, they turned towards 3/02, but didn’t take the necessary steps to verify whether this was possible or not.

Having a green room or battery base did not even occur to the group.

I pushed for blocking rehearsals in room 3/02 as the layout was quite different from 1/53. I think we got lucky that the room was occupied and we weren't able to do the rehearsal, as this made me force them to find another room (I think room 3/02 is only rentable for private venues). They were still hoping to shoot in it, not knowing if they were allowed to shoot in it, let alone if it was occupied during the shooting time. I insisted in finding something else, we found room 1/09. I booked the room and asked anyone to book an extra room to use as green room, but nothing happened until Morven did it. The new room’s corner is more similar to 1/53 so we followed the blocking plan we had for 1/53.

Based on Lola's shot list I made a lighting plan for the room. My main concern was to always have a backlight throughout the blocking.

DAY 2

Considering Morven didn’t know two days in advance which location we would be using for the shoot and had very little time on the day to dress the set, I think their job is more than phenomenal.

I think the camera doesn’t do its best to hide the set dressing, I think the shots are two wide and show the seems of the set, like the carpet, the wall being very tall, or the fake candles that were used.

I don’t think the lighting is very realistic or subtle, but I didn’t really care for that. I think my lighting achieved my main objective, which was to make the actors shadowy and pretty.

The shoot went mostly smoothly. Once I set up the lights, I just adjusted them slightly between each shot. I did add an extra light on the background extras halfway through the shoot, to make them look better, I don't think the difference with the other shots is noticeably jarring.

I do not like the light pattern on the back wall, but Lola & GG liked it as a practical lantern just out of frame. I also think the bar behind is a bit too bright.

I do feel the production lacks a certain amount of grittiness to make it a proper western. I think the costumes and faces are too clean. Especially because we had some standard Leone CU planned, I was expecting the faces to be sweatened up and textured. Morven got the material to do that, but the director decided not to do that on set. Similarly, the bar table is not sticky or covered with beer stains.

[sehyix]

February 13, 2023

I'm watching what appears to be a commercial for your agency's attempt at a company-wide summer merch drop. I know I saw some of your coworkers hop out of a set that was supposed to resemble a sandy beach, along with umbrella and beach ball. Your ex hops into frame now, wearing a top that's completely unflattering and pulled out of the 70s. For a woman that has that physique, the last thing she needed was a halter that covered all of her torso but yet she's wearing generic red bikini bottoms and flip flops. Someone either tosses her a beach ball off frame or she happens to have one in hand as the camera zooms into her face. She's waving it around as she starts reciting her lines in a high pitched voice. The way she's acting right now, she looks and sounds like a cartoon. I cringe internally as my sleep is interrupted by my cat walking over my head trying to wake me up. I brush him off and manage to slip right back to sleep and continue the dream. This time, idk what I've been ranting about in particular but I know that it was related to the commercial and how goofy your ex was dressed and acting. I'm in bed, lying on my left side and you're kneeling near my feet, watching me as you listen to me rant. "I don't know!" I wail, throwing my hand in the air. Whatever it is I claim I don't know, I have no idea what it was. Your face warps and you straighten upright in surprise at my confession. "You don't know?" you ask me slyly, tutting as you pull me towards you, your lips forming into a pout. Your right arm hooks under my thighs as you pull me down, closing the gap between us, your left arm propping you up over me. Your eyes turn dark and mischievous as you continue tutting, pressing the back of my thighs against yours, as your left hand fiddles with your erection. You tut once more as you line yourself up and I can't recall if you mumbled another "you don't know?" or not. But the energy was "you're about to find out," and right before you press in, I'm woken up by a loud, "HALLO?!" My cat is back on his shit and I'm not a fan. FAFO did not happen for me this time, yet I'm curious to see what will happen in the next dream. But holy shit, that finally happened. I can't believe it finally did.