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suffarustuffaru · 8 months

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I don’t speak Japanese so I’d LOVE to hear more about the differences between the English and Japanese Re:Zero fandoms

yeah sure its very interesting to me now that ive noticed it more lately :o !! though ok disclaimer - i dont speak japanese either hah so if anyone is seeing this and does speak japanese + is familiar with the japanese speaking side of this fandom please add info if youd like!! and of course ill be mainly speaking from the english side of things bc im more familiar with that yes (sorry anon again im not a japanese speaker T^TT so sorry if i tread on info you already know!!). but yeah im speaking from my own experiences given the Topic at hand. ive been in this fandom since... 2019?? which is so wild to me aljsdfljsd.

anyway so - i think the big difference is mainly that the english fandom and many english speaking people that engage with rezero are. to put it bluntly, misconception runs Rampant to a very Interesting degree. to the point where it seems like the english speaking side of the fandom is More. Aggressive. than the japanese fandom. not that the japanese speaking side of the fandom is perfect - also bc what fandom is ever perfect 100% of the time, tbh - but that the louder people in the english rezero fandom are. well its a Very low bar. Very low. and from what little ive seen and heard so far, the japanese fandom tends to understand rezero and its characters better than the english fandom. which ig makes sense bc you know, rezero is japanese media, and also im sure cultural differences come into play here as well (im not familiar enough on this to speak about it in depth but the cultural differences feel Pretty Clear even though i cant 100% put my finger on what they specifically are).

but also bc yeah. its not That hard to beat some of the english fandom when it comes to media comprehension. misreading rezero is unfortunately Extremely common, both in and out of the rezero community. its Everywhere - youtube, myanimelist, ao3, ff.net, reddit, twitter, various rezero discords - and from what ive experienced, rezero tumblr basically kind of feels like finding an oasis after crawling through the desert for days on end lajdslfjs. which is probs bc rezero tumblr is Smaller and also a lot of us seem to be lgbtq+ in some way or be allies, so you dodge a lot of the misogyny and homophobia that happens in other rezero english circles. its why you see a lot of openly queer rezero-related posts on here while its a bit more. barren. in other rezero english places yes. bc its more safe to post queer rezero things on rezero tumblr rather than rezero reddit for Sure.

im not sure how the japanese fandom is with that exactly but theres some interesting differences between whats popular in the english fandom vs the japanese fandom. i mean as an otto fan ive been noticing how hes more popular with the japanese fandom—and on top of that, ottosuba is Way More popular in the japanese fandom too. reinsuba and julisuba seem to usually be the most popular mlm subaru ships in both fandoms but ottosuba is like A Little Up There in the japanese fandom. not sure if its on the same level as a ship like reinsuba but ottosubas Definitely loved as a ship. from what little ive seen it also seems like ships like vichisha are more acknowledged by the japanese fandom? im not entirely sure on like—Complete differences regarding what the japanese fandom finds interesting that may differ from english fandom, so ill really have to look more into the japanese fandoms fanart and fanfic when i can bc im pretty curious too. in general though, it seems like the japanese fandom has a bit more variety…. you can find fanart on So Many characters in rezero (which already has a very Massive cast full of very fleshed out characters) there. not that you cant in the english fandom bc theres a Bit of variety too, but id more so contribute that a little more to the Big Cast and less to having actual variety in fancontent. and of course im not saying that the japanese fandom may be a bit barren in some areas of fancontent—bc inevitably when u have a big cast of characters, side character content is gonna be more sparse compared to the main characters, but to me it does feel like the english fandom lacks variety in comparison. (and also yeah. seems like the japanese fandom acknowledges gay ships more in general tbh.)

whats focused in fancontent makes it easy to tell what may be popular in a fandom in terms of how fans perceive the source material and what fandoms want to do with the source material, if that makes sense. and its very easy to tell that with the english fandom if you just hop on rezero ao3–or even better, rezero reddit given theres a fanfic ideas thread thats usually pinned right at the top of the site. again i havent looked at japanese fanfic for rezero yet (bc i dont know where to look oops ajdndn) but when it comes to the english fandom you can tell that theyre generally more focused on the female cast both in fanart and in fanfic bc. theyre women and many fans on say, reddit or various rezero discords, are cis straight men, so inevitably… well lets just say you can tell when a man makes content for this fandom o.o theres also the. very weird reaction fic trends and trends following popular fics in the fandom, the two biggest being the watching him die again and again react fic and re:forgotten, the former of which includes a harem plot with subaru and the main girls of rezero while the latter is one of those subaru gets tortured by his ooc friends and then he gets revenge on them fics. which i suppose says something about the english fandom too.

of course on ao3 its dominated mainly by english fics (of course not all fics on there for rezero are in english— big shoutout to all the non english fics on rezero ao3 ur doing great <3 — but the majority are in english). and while yeah ur occasionally gonna find stuff like queer content or side character content or rarepair content, its definitely not that big in amount and also comes with the risk of. Hate. if anyones reading this and remembers the lone star stuff. (if u dont know—lone star was a julius x emilia fic where they NTR subaru or some shit and then it got bombed with hate bc of the ship? yeah.) so yeah english fandom is very cis straight oriented, ironically with the nastiest people being the very people that rezero criticizes. though this is also my personal experience, i do know several people personally whove been in this fandom for a while or were here for a while and yeah english fandom isnt very welcoming at times???? and it seems like at the very least the japanese fandom is A Little Less Aggressive than the english fandom is.

otherwise. yeah im very very curious about more of the differences in popular content between the japanese vs english fandom. i mean the english fandom’s main focus on the female cast for. Interesting Reasons other than their actual character depth is… interesting. and the astreas being popular in general vs otto + ottosubas popularity fluctuating is also very interesting to me (but i have several guesses as to Why that is), among other things. yeah id love to know what else the japanese fandom likes about rezero and see more of their content. i also have to wonder if characters like emilia and subaru are hated less by the japanese fandom…. T^T well that and the english fandom and many english speaking people engaging in rezero have this interesting pattern of either hating subaru No Matter What, wanting subaru to Not Be Subaru (ie using him as a self insert almost or attempting to change him into virtually another character), or putting subaru on a pedestal and ignoring his flaws and mistakes and that he Can do wrong. like theres Really not a lot of nuance there. so i wonder if the japanese fandom is. A Little more chill when it comes to character opinions like this too.

#rezero #tldr: english fandom sets the bar so low (unless ur on rz tumblr) that the japanese fandom def seems a bit better by comparison #in terms of. Calmness levels.#every time i step into a rezero space that isnt tumblr i get a little worried my heads gonna get bitten off by someone HAH #recently someone tried arguing with me over how i interpret otto (this was on reddit) and then said stuff that showed they did Not #understand his character that well so that was awkward 😭😭😭#even just by looking at otto fanart from the japanese fandom it seems like more people understand his character there. in the english fandom #he is. either Not There or his flaws are just handwaved away or replaced with Different flaws #atm hes the most obvious example i can think of when it comes to. how differently characters can be percieved by different parts of a fandom #for rezero. like hes near invisible here but ottosuba being almost on the same level as REINSUBA in jp fanbase is crazy to me #kinda reminds me of the disney’s duffy and friends line and how it failed in the us but its SUPER popular in asia. really fascinating #and also yeah some of the english fandom seems. more loudly misogynistic and homophobic which is very unfortunate #also im sorry ill never forgive that random person on reddit i just said one (1) thing on otto and they came for my throat like fr 😭😭😭#ask #i do wonder why reinsuba is so popular but thats probs bc reinhards well loved too and also hes op. which is a bonus for the english fandom #bc theyre into all the power scaling stuff. and also reinhard gets the other bonus of being a guy and he isnt shafted by canon. hes treated #very sympathetically which is another bonus akdnsn #i say this as a reinhard fan btw but as an emilia fan im also crying bc theyre SO SIMILAR and yet why do people hate emilia….#but u know. reins a guy and we havent got his pov yet so there isnt much to hate.

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akkivee · 1 year

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Do you know when Jyushi compare himself to a sea creature? Because I saw this meme on Twitter talking about how Jyushi compared himself to a sea creature so I'm confused 😭

i haven’t seen any memes myself featuring jyushi as a sea creature so idk what creature he’s being depicted as but in his duet with hitoya, he calls himself a sea sparkle as metaphor lol so maybe that’s where it’s coming from??? and sea sparkles are a type of plankton so???

#vee got an ask #looking at the lyrics again he is one step away from claiming mermaid kin or something #so if it’s NOT this i’d be just as stumped as you are lmao #lol are people making jyushi plankton spongebob or something 😭😭😭😭😭#at least make him the little mermaid their duet definitely could be part of a disney movie like that tbh lmao #c: jyushi

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peachy-lemon83 · 9 months

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One day some random TikTok had a clip from the “Where you are” song from Moana, and it got stuck in my head and I thought I had misheard it but I looked it up and I just completely took it a different way from what they intended in the song with context.

The lines is

“There comes a day

When you’re gonna look around

And realize happiness is where you are”

And if you now the movie Moana, it’s meant in more of a stay here, don’t adventure or explore type of way. It’s saying eventually you will be happy here, you will grow to love this place.

But without the context (because I knew it was Moana but I don’t know the movie/soundtrack well enough to tell you which song that takes place in until I look it up) I found it to be really comforting to me. I took it as one day, without you realizing, you’ll find the life that you wanted. And one day you’ll look around you and realize that you’ve already found that happiness. That you won’t know right away that you’re were your meant to be. Like I took it as a reminder that we don’t always see the change for the better right away. Mainly because I almost never realize things are better until a month or a couple at least.

Idk, this might be kind of a stupid interpretation of it, but it’s become a small little line that I’ll sing to remind me that one day I will realize that I’ve finally found my place in the world <3

#disney moana #where you are #misinterpretation #all from a single random TikTok #Moana soundtrack #ponderings #happiness #contentment #one day you’re going to look around and realize in that moment your exactly where you need to be #and that might be miles away from where you are #or maybe only two steps to the left #but you’ll be there #and sadness will come #like it always does #but it will always leave too #<3

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aberooski · 1 year

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Honestly my biggest flex is probably being able to sing Think Of Me effortlessly while sitting down.

#Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again #When She Loved Me #Journey To The Past #I also got into college the first time by singing and #the lady even basically insulted me because I auditioned with musicals and a disney song and I still got in 😌#I got mega depressed like it was really bad and I hated California so I transfered to a college like an hour and a half away from my house #had to sing actual art songs for that one though my voice teacher there made me when I had to do the actual formal audition later on #but also my toxic trait is thinking I could ever play Christine because I can sing every song but I can't hit the one high note.#you know the one #I mean I can ~hit~ it but it's super ugly and screechy and I should not at all suatain it #top of my range where I feel comfortable is B natural 5 but I preffer a B flat 5 tbh that half step really counts #C6 is possible for me too but I'd rather not akaksk #my point is I've been listening to my musical playlist a lot this week aksksk #abby's just rambling don't mind her #abby needs to be stopped

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confused-alot · 3 months

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i’m sorry no. they were done they very much did get an ending (multiple endings even) and were not “canceled before their time” by disney

there are certainly many shows that fall into that category but pnf is not one of them i’m sure dan and them do love the characters and are happy to be back but disney would have dragged the corpse along forever if they could’ve it was their cash cow for years and the amount of reruns just for pnf??? they did not sweep it under the rug or didn’t market it enough

the revival will probably be fun but it is in no way necessary and is in many ways a cash grab and a shirking of the serialized kids tv that disney has been unfair to

#one could also argue that the over attachment to these old characters is what killed mml #being unable to detach from the old and successful killed the new and then taking away the wrong lesson from that attempt #making a reboot inevitable but not as a step forward to new stories but a retreat into what is safe #mml got the short end of it partially bc of disney relegation to XD and the long hiatus with a lack of rereleases to maintain hype #and cancellations before its feet could be found #but feet being found was significantly under cut by the creatives themselves leaning too much on pnf #in characters and in a world of recurring gags that were never established the way they needed to be to work #anyway fucking algorithm put that post on my dash fucking 200 notes like please #if i’m pretentious about one thing #the reboot will be something #it’s too early to tell but don’t act like it’s some big creative win #thats a disservice to the original (a complete and finished thing that could very much be let lie)

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writingwithfolklore · 7 months

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Writing a Story from Start to Finish - Guide

I see you guys in the tags and reblogs talking a lot about how you have a desire to write, but have no clue what to write about, or where to even start figuring that out. While starting any project can be incredibly daunting, I wanted to put together a little guide to hopefully make it a bit more accessible. Be warned, this will probably be a long post.

Step 1: Form an idea

All writing begins with this: an idea. Ideas can start as small as an object, or as big as a world or cast of characters. What’s important is that your idea genuinely interests you, and makes you want to explore it more.

There are a million ways to gain inspiration for ideas, but my favourite method is a sort of brainstorm/mind map of all the little and big things you find interesting. Any tropes, characters, places, concepts, objects, animals, other stories, etc. you love—write them down. Then, start connecting the pieces. Each connection is one concept or idea you could explore further.

If this doesn’t work for you, try using some writing prompts or check out 15 ways to spark new ideas.

If you are a planner, proceed to Step 2. If you are a pantser, skip to step 7.

Step 2: Create your Protagonist

Now that you have a sort of concept or inspiration to work off of, you need your main character. There are about as many ways to create characters as there are characters themselves, and each method is going to work better or worse for every writer.

At the barest minimum, all your protagonist needs is a Goal to work towards, a Reason for wanting it, and a Flaw that keeps them from having it right away.

These three things can form a baseline character. Consider what the thing they want, why they want it, and what’s keeping from it says about them as a person.

Rapunzel (from Disney’s Tangled) wants to see the ‘floating lights’ on her birthday. She wants to because she believes she will learn more about herself through seeing them. Her fear over disappointing and disobeying her ‘mother’ keeps her from it.

My favourite character creation technique is actually Here—it takes you through creating character in order to create story.

If that one doesn’t work for you, try this one. It is more focused on defining traits and figuring out the personality of the character first.

Step 3: Your Plot is your Protagonist’s Arc

As stated in the character creation technique I shared in Step 2, character is plot. By that I mean, the character’s journey is the plot of the story. We’re here to see the protagonist transform because of the circumstances incited in the beginning.

So to form a plot, we need to know who the character is at the beginning, and what they need to learn by the end.

Your character’s arc is A but B so C:

A – your character and their flaw

B – The conflict they go through

C – how they change

“Obsessed with success, Jenny Beech works tirelessly to earn the approval of her strict parents and graduate top of her class, but when the new girl in town pulls her into a whole new world of excitement and fun, she must stand up for herself against her impossible standards and learn how to be a teen again.”

This one sentence has everything we need to know about this story and character: “Obsessed with success (character trait/flaw), Jenny Beech works tirelessly to earn the approval of her strict parents and graduate top of her class (goal), but when the new girl in town pulls her into a new world of excitement and fun (conflict), she must stand up for herself against her impossible standards and learn how to be a teen again (change).”

If you have these three things, congratulations! You already have a story. If you’d like, you may begin writing it now (skip to step 8). Or…

Step 4: Theme

I did a whole post on theme you should check out here. Essentially, the big takeaway is that your theme is a lesson to impart to the readers—which means it is not a question, it is an answer.

For the example given above, our theme would likely be something like, “Teens need to balance their additional responsibilities as they mature into young adults with the joy of being young and having fun.” Or, “Friends and a close social network is more important than having the best grades.” Or, “It’s important to take frequent time away from work in order to maintain one’s humanity.” Etc. Etc.

Theme is conveyed through what your characters need to do to succeed (or what they do that causes their failure). If Jenny lets loose and suffers consequences for it in the end, we’re saying that she should have stuck to her studies rather than letting herself have fun. If she lets loose and is rewarded with a greater relationship with herself and her parents, we’re saying that was the correct thing to do.

Step 5: Outlining

Now that we have a plot and a theme, we can outline our story. An outline is like a roadmap of what you’re writing. It can be as specific or broad as you want. My outlines tend to follow this structure, and I improvise the little stuff in between, but if you need to get all your ideas within your outline, that’s good too!

Just make sure your notes make sense to you so when you need to know where to go next, you have a handy tool just for that.

Step 6: Worldbuilding

Worldbuilding is probably where you’ll spend the most time because there’s just so much. However, I also find it one of the most fun parts. The minimal thing you need to know is your world’s normal, and how that normal is disrupted in the inciting incident.

Jenny’s normal is school work and trying to impress her parents. The disruption is the new girl in town.

Rapunzel’s normal is the tower and her hobbies. The disruption is Flynn breaking in.

I did a more in-depth post on worldbuilding here, but the basics is just ask questions, explore consequences, and do plenty of research.

Which brings us to…

Step 7: Research

This can also be done after your first draft, but can’t be skipped entirely. It’s important when trying to convey experiences that may not be wholly your own, or unique perspectives, that you understand the context behind those things in the real world.

Once again, ask questions, talk to people, and remain open to what you find.

Step 8: We can start writing now

Now that you have all your planning ducks in a row (or have a good inspiration to jump from) it’s time to start writing! Either go from the outline you built, or just try out scenes. I have some tips for actually writing the dang thing that I’ll put here:

Let me know how your writing goes, good luck!

#writing #creative writing #writers #screenwriting #writing community #writing inspiration #books #film #filmmaking #writing advice #writing masterlist #writing a story from start to finish #novel writing #planning

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redhead1180 · 11 days

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Sunshine

Pairing - dark!Rafe x pogue fem!reader

Summary - Reader has a crush on JJ, but JJ is dating Kie. Rafe decides he wants reader to get over JJ, no matter her say in the matter.

Words - 3k

Warnings MDNI - NON CON, DUB CON, drugging with E, slapping, physical fight (m vs f), dry humping, alcohol use, drug use, rough sex (p in v), degradation, blackmail, very dark Rafe.

A/N: This is my darkest piece I have ever wrote and of course it's for Rafe. He is mean SOB in this, so if that triggers you, please don't read. Thank you to @haven247 for the beta read. I am nervous about writing this dark, but hope you like it. PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS!

Being at a kook party was not your idea of fun, but they had free booze and it was better than a keggar. After the last week you’ve had, you have every intention of getting plastered and trying to forget your crush and best friend was dating someone else.

JJ your best friend since you were 4 and crush since you were 14, was officially dating Kie. And it hurt, a lot. You knew it was coming, saw the writing on the wall, but held out hope it wouldn’t. The only person who knew about the crush, that you knew of, was John B. He was your brother from another mother, and knew you inside and out. You three had been friends so long, you don’t remember a time when they weren’t there. John B has given you hug and told you he was sorry the day you saw them kissing through the Chateau window. He informed you they were dating and you had gone home and cried yourself to sleep. Avoiding them this past week, but couldn’t get around it for this party.

You had watched them dance, laugh, and make out, and were completely ready to vomit. Or wait, was they alcohol? I was in my 3rd concoction of the night and was not feeling much of anything. Well physically anyway.

Anyway, you were in the kitchen getting another drink, when you heard the last voice, you wanted to here.

“Well, well if it isn’t Miss Sunshine” Rafe Cameron sneered as he walked into the kitchen.

“Fuck off, Cameron” I told him, trying not to say more and start something.

“Anyone ever told you have a venomous mouth, Sunshine” he laughed.

“Only to you, Cameron. Everyone else thinks I am adorable and sweet” my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I bet you taste sweet” he chuckled. I turned around and caught him looking me up and down. He showed no shame for being caught. “What’s got you drowning in booze tonight? Wouldn’t have anything to do with Maybank and Carrera doing the horizontal mambo, would it?”

“You’re such an asshole, Cameron” You go to walk past him and he grabs your upper arm and pulls close to him.

“Most girls that talk to me the way you do get punished” he leered, inches from my face.

So, side note, when I drink, I think I am ten feet tall and bulletproof. And tonight was no exception.

“Let go of me you fucking psycho!” I hissed at him, pulling my arm. Unfortunately, he was so much stronger than me, my arm barely moved in his grasp. “I swear to God Rafe, I am not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.”

“Don’t call me psycho and I think I need to teach you some manners.” he growled right before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss him.

I instantly started pushing on him and struggling to get free. I bit his lip and he howled in pain and jerked back. I slapped him across the face, not caring this was Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince himself, and no one ever told him no.

He snapped his head back and I looked in his eyes. They were completely black, no amount of blue left, and had a predatory look that actually caused a little fear to creep up my spine. Something else, God help me, arousal shot through to my core and made me soak my panties.

I started to back away and with each step I took back, he took forward.

“Rafe just fucking walk away, leave me alone” I try to sound defiant and flippant, but not sure I pulled it off. His grin was pure evil, reminding me of every Disney villain I ever watched.

*Oh Sunshine, you really shouldn’t have done that” he smirked. I turn to run and get one of the pogues, but he grabs me by my waist and turns me around to throw me over his shoulder.

“You psychotic motherfucker, put me down!” I yell as I punch his back as hard as I can. He just grunts and slaps my ass hard, bringing tears to my eyes and more arousal to leak out of me. My mind was telling me to fight because you hate him, but my body was yelling at me to let him have his way.

He takes you to some room, locks the door, and proceeds to throw you on the bed. He immediately grabs both your wrists and roughly jerks them above your head, causing you to arch your back from the roughness and your tits rub against his chest. The lace bra you wear offered little protection from the friction and instantly your nipples hardened. Rafe chuckles as his free hand rubs over my breasts and pinches my nipples.

“You may not want this, but your body does” he chuckles as his hand slides down over my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. I continue to struggle, he slaps my bare thigh, causing me to gasp. I know if I looked down right now, there would be a red hand print.

“You’re a feisty thing, maybe we should get you a little more pliant.” He threatens.

I see him reach in the pocket of his shorts, but don’t see anything in his hand when he pulls it out.

“Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?” I demand trying to keep the worry out of my voice.

“Just a little something to make you enjoy it more.” He smirks as he places a pill on his tongue and grabs my jaw to look at him.

“Open up, Sunshine” he murmurs as leans in to kiss me.

I try to shut my mouth, but the hold he has on my jaw won’t let me. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and I feel the pill begin to dissolve as he devours my mouth. God he is a good kisser, I can’t stop myself as I whine in the kiss, causing him to moan. He held my jaw until the pill was fully dissolved, then he lets go, but we continued to kiss. Fuck, what was I doing, this was Rafe, I should be biting his fucking tongue off, yet I didn’t want the kiss to stop. He finally pulls away when air became a necessity.

“What the fuck did you give me, Rafe?” I pant, still trying to catch my breath from the kiss.

“Aww Sunshine, it’s just a little E to make you forget your troubles and help me fuck you without the feistiness.” He smiles down at me. I start to struggle again and hurt him in some fashion. His hold on my wrists and him between my legs really left me defenseless, and he knew it.

“Now let’s get rid of these clothes.” He grabs the neckline of my shirt and rips it down the middle. I screech from shock, and he continues ripping till it is off me.

“Oh Sunshine, you have some beautiful tits.” He groans as he leans down and latches his lips on one of my nipples. I gasp out from pleasure as he sucks, nibbles and licks my nipples through my bra. Thousands of jolts of delight ripple through my body to my core. I began to feel a zing of energy and mixing that with pleasure, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my hips up into Rafe.

“That’s it baby, let the drug begin to work. Let me make you feel good and forget Maybank for tonight.” He murmurs as he continues his assault on my tits, his mouth on one and his hand, pulling and pinching the other.

“More” I whimper to him, trying to get more friction. He reached behind me undoing my bra and let go of my wrists, I moved my arms so he can get off. My hands fly into his hair to push more into my chest. He grinds down on me and I groan, I feel the heat build in my stomach.

I have a slight moment of clarity, where I thought what the fuck am I doing, when Rafe rolls his hips and the tip of cock hits the seam in my shorts just right to rub my clit and I see stars. I moan out as I squeeze my eyes shut and let my orgasm wash over me.

“Fuck Sunshine, when was the last time you came?” he chuckles, reaching down to unbutton my shorts and take them off. He stands up, using the opportunity of me in a blissful state, to rid himself of his clothes. I look over to him and see his cock saluting me. My eyes wide at how big he was.

“Shit Rafe, I don’t know what you plan to do with that monstrosity, but it ain’t fitting in me.” I say in wonder.

“I’ll make it fit,” he said as he spread my legs and slapped my pussy. I yelped, still sensitive from my release, but it caused a wildfire to spread through my veins. He slapped it a few more times, rendering me a whiny mess. I tried to hide my face, ashamed at how he was making me feel. I knew the E was mainly to blame, but a part of me knew it wasn’t all the drugs.

“Oh, don’t be shy now” Rafe taunted as he pulled my hands from face and roughly kissing me.

Distracted by his kiss, I didn’t notice he lined his cock up to enter me. He shoved it in my soaked pussy and I screamed in his mouth. The pain and burn from his stretching without prep was almost unbearable. Instantly, tears formed in my eyes and I pulled my mouth free.

“FUCK!” I cried out “Rafe, get out, pull out, it hurts so bad!” I cry but he continues to snap his hips into me, even though I was pushing on his stomach.

“Shut the fuck up and take it.” He growled as he grabbed my arm and jerked it above my head, slamming into me faster. I was whimpering, crying mess underneath him. He continued to pound into me, hitting my cervix, lips taking what they wanted from my lips down to my breasts.

“I’ll have you forgetting Maybank after tonight and you’ll only want my cock in this pussy. You’re mine now, Sunshine” he rasped in my ear.

“I hate you” I hissed at him.

Eventually the pain began to be replaced by pleasure, my cries turning into moans as I felt my core heat up and the band began to tighten.

“You keep saying that, but your body doesn’t,” he taunted “you might be venomous, nonchalant, and a raging bitch to the rest of the world, but all you needed was a Daddy to tame that mouth and this pussy. Didn’t you?”

I ignored him, not wanting to agree with him. Suddenly I heard and then felt the smack across my face. I let out a shocked yelp and grabbed face with my free hand. My body betrayed and a rush of arousal coated his cock.

“Oh, you like being slapped huh? When I ask you a question, you answer it, slut” he hissed at me.

“Yes Daddy” I moaned out, before slapping my hand over my mouth, not believing what I just said.

“That’s my good little slut” he teased.

He let go of my hand and reached down with both hands to push my thighs into my chest. I cried out as the new position hit my G-spot and I saw stars. Within seconds, the band snapped in my stomach and I was screaming daddy repeatedly.

“That’s it, you little cunt, cum all over my cock.” He grunted before pulling out and flipping me over on my stomach. He straddled my thighs, pulled my butt up, and shoved himself back into me. I moaned as the new position let him hit deeper. I grabbed the headboard needing to ground myself, as the drugs and orgasm made me feel like I was floating away.

He wrapped his arm around my neck, putting me in a chokehold, snapping his hips into me at such an ungodly pace. I could already feel another release coming. The drugs had all my senses turned up to an eleven, the burning in my stomach, the tingling in my core, the pleasurable pain every time he hit my cervix. I felt that if I had another orgasm, I would fly off into outer space.

“S’too much, daddy” I whine, trying to push on his stomach. “I can’t do it”

He slapped my hand away and smacked my thigh hard, making me cry out.

“You will take everything I give you. You’re my little cum slut now and you will obey me” he grunted. He grabs my arm and jerks them around behind my back, grabbing both wrists with one hand. With his other hand, he grabs hair and uses both as leverage to fuck me harder.

All you could hear in the room were my ‘uh-uhs’ and our skin slapping together. I was close as my walls begin to flutter around his cock, but he was too as I felt his hips stutter.

“You better cum before me or you’re outta luck,” he panted. “We’re not here for your pleasure, only mine.” He taunts as he speeds up getting closer to his release.

I manage to wrestle one of my hands free and reach down to rub my clit. The added stimulation almost instantly makes me fall over the edge, I scream out and clamp down on Rafe’s dick. My body convulses as I have the strongest release of my life, but the E in my system causes me to keep cumming tears falling down my cheeks as I can’t stop.

“Jesus Fuck” Rafe gasps, “You’re clenching so tight I can barely move.”

He forces his cock in and out of me as he pants and grunts. Slamming into me one more time, I feel his seed shoot out against my walls.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” he hisses. He slowly thrust back into me a few times before pulling out and flip me over. I was essentially a rag doll by this point.

“Oops can’t have any Daddy’s juices spilling out can we?” he smirks, shoving two fingers in me pushing his cum back in me. I whimpered and grabbed his wrist.

“Stop, too sensitive” I whimper out.

“Stop being a whiny slut” he sneers before slapping my pussy a few times. I cry out, tears running down my cheeks. He reaches for his phone and takes a picture of me.

“What the fuck” I snap.

“I need something to jerk off to when you’re not around”

He shows me the picture. I look royally fucked out, mascara and tears running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared all over my face, bruises and hickeys around my neck and chest. He grabs my phone and tosses it to me.

“Unlock it” he demands.

I do without any argument. He puts his number on and sends himself a text, so that he has my number.

“When I call, I expect you to answer and come to me” he demands coldly. “If you don’t, then the whole island will know your just my cum slut and enjoy it. I have evidence.” he grins.

I nod, knowing he had me, because the thought of the pogues, especially JJ finding out made me sick to my stomach. He tossed my shorts and some tshirt he found to me.

“Now you’re gonna get dressed, go back to the party and act like nothing happened. Your hickeys were from some random touran.” He instructed. “The whole time you pine over JJ, my cum will be seeping out of your cunt. Oh, and clean your face up.”

I move slowly getting off the bed. I get dressed and head to the en suite bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and start to cry. I splash water on my face, cleaning myself up, the whole-time sobbing.

Rafe comes in the bathroom and stares at me for a minute. I turn to face him and he smacks me on the cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting and leave his handprint.

“Stop crying like a cunt,” he mocked me, “You enjoyed it, I think I counted three orgasms from you?”

“It was the drugs” I argue.

“Sure, sure. The explain why you were soaked before I gave you the E?” he asked.

I’m looked away cause I had no answer, at least not one I was willing to admit.

“S’what I thought,” he smirked “Now get downstairs, before I change my mind and take you home, tie you up, and use you all night.”

I ran out of the bedroom and went downstairs, looking for my friends.

Walking around, I finally found John B and Sarah making out in a corner. Pope was in another room trying to woo a girl with coroner talk, the poor girl looked scared for her life. The last room I walked into, JJ and Kie were on a couch, Kie in JJ’s lap making out. My friends, wait no family, didn’t seem to have missed me.

I walked into the kitchen and made me a drink and walked outside to one of the patio chairs. My phone dinged with a message.

Remember our deal and no one finds out. Although with as worried as they were for you, not sure they would seem to care.

I downed my drink and got up to get another one, tears running down my cheeks.

How the fuck did I get in this situation and what was I gonna do. All knew was I hated Rafe Cameron and I would find a way out.

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starleska · 1 year

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i think ‘Big’ Jack Horner is Disney, and here’s why

many of us have had the pleasure of seeing the incredible Puss in Boots: The Last Wish by now, and were blown away by its clever writing, enchanting animation and emotional character arcs. yet there is one character who booted the trend of having a reason for his behaviour, and outright refused to experience any growth whatsoever.

let’s talk about ‘Big’ Jack Horner, and why i think he’s supposed to represent Disney:

‘Big’ Jack Horner isn’t just an antagonist in The Last Wish - he’s a villain. a self-obsessed, exploitative, murderous, petty, cruel bastard of a man whose awful behaviour isn’t just motivated by personal slights or childhood trauma: he sincerely enjoys hurting other people. whether it’s cheating his goons (’The Serpent Sisters’) out of a fair payment for their services or being excited about shooting a puppy in the face, there’s no denying that Jack delights in causing others pain and suffering. but what does he have to do with Disney?

let’s answer that question with another question: do you think that Jack, when placed next to the other antagonists - Goldi, The Three Bears, even Death - sticks out like a sore, plum-coloured thumb?

of course he does! but why? well, let’s look at Jack on a surface level. Jack is a monolith of a human being. not only is he physically huge and intimidating, he is the inheritor of an enormous pastry fortune and operates in the manner of a mob boss, with countless resources and a whole variety of powerful magical items at his disposal. indeed, Jack employs a crack team of bakers/assassins called ‘The Baker’s Dozen’ to carry out many of his tasks. although Jack does harm others himself, it is because of these resources - including the people who work for him - that he is able to bypass many of the obstacles faced by our protagonists in an honest and character-developing way (e.g., the Pocket Full O’Posies in The Dark Forest). Jack doesn’t need to have a character arc the way the other characters do, because he is so wealthy and owns so much.

but Jack’s reason for owning so much and being obsessed with magic and magical items isn’t through intellectual curiosity, or a traumatic backstory where he needed to learn how to wield magic. do you know what Jack’s covert motivation for owning all of the magic in the world is?

it’s money.

when we get the flashback of Jack’s childhood, dancing for the entertainment of an audience using his nursery rhyme, we see him becoming jealous of Pinocchio - and we see Gepetto in the back, absolutely raking in the cash. if we consider this flashback as that crucial moment within which Jack decided to become what he is today - and the presence of our off-brand Jiminy Cricket inclines us to think so - then we can understand that Jack decided that from that moment forward, he would own all of the magic.

let’s go back to The Baker’s Dozen for a moment. this team of highly-competent, multidisciplinary artisans do everything for Jack, whether it’s baking the pies which make him rich, or laying down their lives at his service. we aren’t given an in-universe reason for why they do this. yes, Jack is feared, but he is still the subject of mockery due to his humble beginnings as a nursery rhyme character. it certainly isn’t due to being treated or paid well. however, if we view the Baker’s Dozen as a metaphor for overworked, exploited artists whose views are routinely dismissed by the money-hungry, powerful corporation who owns their craft...things start to add up, don’t they? considering historic allegations of worker abuse at the hands of Disney, having Jack Horner literally step on their spines and encourage them to flex takes on a whole different meaning.

it doesn’t end there. do you recognise the items that Jack pulls out of his Mary Poppins bag when his Baker’s Dozen are being destroyed by the Pocket Full O’Posies - the items that he calls ‘the big guns’? it’s the broomstick from Fantasia, the spinning wheel from Sleeping Beauty, the size snacks from Alice in Wonderland, and a knock-off Jiminy Cricket from Pinocchio - all references to some of Disney’s earliest and most famous films.

still don’t believe me? well, let’s recap more of the items Jack has in his repertoire:

a hook-hand (referencing Captain Hook in Peter Pan)

a trident (referencing King Triton in The Little Mermaid)

poison apple bombs (referencing The Evil Queen in Snow White)

a glass slipper (again referencing Cinderella)

remember what happens when the knock-off Jiminy Cricket (interesting that there are so many Pinocchio references specifically, huh?) is horrified that Jack is losing so many men? Jack says he isn’t worried about losing the manpower, because he has a bottomless bag full of magical weapons. Jack literally gets his power off of the backs of his workers. sounds a lot like a big company justifying worker layoffs and exploitation because they have so many properties and are too big to fail, doesn’t it?

hell, Jack doesn’t even know what half of these items do! when he’s using the unicorn horns as ammo, he is surprised that they cause people to explode in a shower of confetti. viewing Jack through this lens, it’s difficult not to think about enormous corporations gobbling up properties and churning out content with little to no regard for their artists (looking back at The Baker’s Dozen - some of whom do perish in the fight with the unicorn horns) or what the properties are about. we haven’t even touched on Jack coveting the Wishing Star, a recurring motif in countless Disney movies as representing magic, dreams, and boundless creativity.

now, i hear you saying, ‘but Star! why would DreamWorks bother writing their bad guy as a metaphor for Disney?’ believe it or not, this isn’t the first time that DreamWorks have done this. in case you didn’t know, Lord Farquaad is a caricature of Michael Eisner, former chairman and CEO of The Walt Disney Company. the production of Shrek was actually quite troubled; animators who were perceived as having failed on other projects were ‘Shreked’, or sent to work on Shrek, instead of working on other (presumed to be more lucrative) films. of course, DreamWorks was co-founded by previous Disney CEO Jeffrey Katzenberg, hence the animosity towards Disney and its works evident in the Shrek franchise. this is what formed the story of Shrek: an ugly, crude outsider character taking on the clean-cut moralising of a dictator hell-bent on a so-called ‘perfect’ world, all created against the creative backdrop of a painful separation from Disney and a great deal of pent-up rage.

the irreverent, crass and sometimes adult humour of Shrek was a middle finger to Disney’s high-censorship control on animation. this is why Lord Farquaad (which you may have noticed sounds a bit like ‘Fuckwad’) is so obsessed with Duloc being ‘perfect’, and why he couldn’t stand the freedom of the fairy tale creatures who are the heroes of the first Shrek movie.

in fact, this kind of meta-commentary permeates the Shrek franchise:

The Fairy Godmother from Shrek 2, despite being a fairy tale creature herself, is highly prejudiced against characters who break out of their perceived social norms: i.e., Shrek marrying Princess Fiona and getting his Happily Ever After. she is an expansion of the control left over by Lord Farquaad, and rich because of her monopolisation of fairy tale creatures and their stories.

Prince Charming in Shrek the Third fails miserably to capitalise on these themes, but we’ll get back to him!

Rumpelstiltskin from Shrek Forever After tackles the gluttony of franchise reboots, and how soulless and rooted in corporate greed attempts to reboot often are. whilst not necessarily Disney-specific, Shrek Forever After follows the box office bomb that was Shrek the Third: a movie which noticeably fails to write a compelling narrative approaching any of the themes of the previous two films. the writers learned from their mistakes and wrote a movie which satirised their own selling-out of the franchise, becoming hollow and unnecessary and ‘perfect’ - the very thing they were making fun of in the earlier Shrek films.

there is one more area i’d like to touch on: Jack Horner’s source material. we know that Little Jack Horner is quite obscure: an 18th-century English nursery rhyme involving a boy who pulls a plum out of a pie with his thumb, and congratulates himself for his fortitude. but did you know that from its earliest conception, Little Jack Horner was associated with foolishness and dishonesty?

it’s true: the simple yet inexplicable nature of the poem was lambasted for being infantile, and quickly became the subject of revision, moralisation, and even political satire. it is no mistake that to ‘be under one’s thumb’ (as many of the characters in The Last Wish are to Jack, both literally and figuratively) means to be under one’s decisive control. the choice of Jack Horner for the villain of The Last Wish is a clever one, because we could easily have ended up with a sympathetic Jack, whose ostracisation as ‘not even a fairy tale’ may have led to a justifiable motive, even for his specific brand of cruelty. but instead, the writers of The Last Wish have gone one step further; they’ve transformed a source affiliated with idiocy and deception into a metaphor for a global multimedia conglomerate...all while portraying him as simultaneously terrifying, powerful, and ridiculous.

it has been over a decade since Shrek Forever After was released, and Disney has changed dramatically in that time. a global giant, Disney now owns more enormous money-making properties than ever thought possible, and consistently capitalises on nostalgia for its early properties to make more money and accumulate power. since breaking out of its exclusive licensing agreement with Disney in 2016, DreamWorks has had no official connection to Disney, making the ground for mockery and satirisation of the company which spawned the studio all the more fertile. ‘Big’ Jack Horner is not just a glamorous return to form for the dreadful, unapologetically evil villain which Disney has eschewed in modern times - he’s a hulking, egocentric monster whose avarice rivals that only of the corporation he’s inspired by.

and those are my thoughts on ‘Big’ Jack Horner! of course this is by no means the definitive interpretation - we should all just have fun with the movie and come up with whatever theories we like 🥰💖 i’d love to hear your thoughts on him and The Last Wish in general - he’s definitely one of my favourite bad guys to be released in the past few years!

thanks so much for reading, and have yourselves a wonderful day 🥰

#big jack horner #jack horner #puss in boots: the last wish #puss in boots #shrek #disney #puss in boots: the last wish spoilers #starleskatalks

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emmyrosee · 7 months

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You’re completely out of reality today.

Rintaro’s flight is delayed until who knows what time, the twins brewing in your uterus are obliterating your back and bladder, and the love of your life Kaiya is intent on making your life a project today. With Akito staying at a friends house for a project, it truly is just you at the mercy of 1.8 kids.

You’ve danced the pregnant dance for nine years by now, but this is the first time in a long time you’re just about ready to break down into tears. You don’t know if it’s because you’re exhausted, your hormones are off the chart, or if you’re just so done with being pregnant for the past 8 months that the baby bump you usually adore is just becoming too much to keep.

You feel so sore, so gross from the sweat and other bodily fluid changes that come with twins. Nothing that any pamphlet, and doctor, even the Miya twin’s poor mother taking the time to call you and talk to you about it wasn’t anything to hold a candle to the exhaustion you’re feeling.

Eventually, it must boil over. And you do so without even knowing it, brushing Kaiya’s hair after a bath.

“Why you cryin’, mumma?”

“Huh?” Your hand stills softly, just clutching the hairbrush in your hand.

She turns around to face you, her small hand slowly reaching up to touch your wet cheek, and when you feel the warmth of her hand against your cool tear tracks, you’re quick to sniffle and move to wipe them away. “I’m sorry baby, mommy’s just feeling yucky today.”

Okay. Not what you meant to confess to your little three year old, but immediately, her eyes widen and she moves to crawl on your lap. You pick her up and plop her on your thigh, cradling her and trying your damndest to not wail right there.

“Mumma bootiful, mumma.”

Again, you freeze. You pull away slightly, fat tears rolling down your cheeks with fervor this time. “What…?”

“Mumma bootiful!”

“Mumma’s beautiful?”

“Yeah!”

Your lip wobbles and you tug her closer, “my baby… what did I do to deserve you? My cutie Kaiya.” You give her a flurry of kisses on her cheeks, and it has her giggling in joy.

“Mumma give kisses!”

“Mumma will always give you kisses,” you promise. You plant a few more to her temple, only stopping to take a few minutes to sniff her clean hair, rub her soft cheeks, and enjoy the silence of just you and your little girl.

A sudden kick to your side has you snapped from your daze, and Kaiya gasps excitedly.

“Which baby’s kickin, mumma?” She asks, and you ponder the thought for a minute. “Sachie or Sachiko?”

You think on it, then plant a kiss to her nose, “I think it’s Sachie; I think she’s got daddy’s sassiness, don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” agrees, and with one more kiss to her temple, you nudge her softly to get up.

“Come on, stink. Let’s watch a movie before daddy comes home to ruin the fun.” At your words, she giggles and gets up, bouncing down the halls and leaving you to quickly clean the bathroom.

With a small bowl of veggies and a Disney movie playing on the tv, you pull a blanket over you both and let the calmness of Encanto bring you to a state of being half asleep; You’re not entirely sure when Rintaro finally does come home, but there’s a new movie playing, and Kaiya leaps off the couch excitedly.

“Daddy!”

You hear bags drop and your eyes open exhaustedly in an attempt to greet him, but the heaviness in them lingers as you try to keep them open. You hear Rintaro shushing Kaiya softly, followed by a few plants of wet kisses on her cheek. There’s murmurs of conversation, and you hear Rintaro’s steps coming closer as you stretch. “Hey babydoll; stay comfy, I’ll come get you in a bit.”

“Gotta get the chicken for tomorrow…”

“Huh?”

Kaiya giggles, “mumma still sleeping.”

“Guess so,” he chuckles. He plants a kiss to your head, mumbles to Kaiya to do the same, and your mind is so buried in its exhaustion to process even getting up to greet your man. “Come on Kaiya. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Okay daddy!”

There’s no footsteps that you can process, but you do hear one final thing that has you curling into the warmth of your blanket in search of his embrace.

“Mommy really is beautiful, isn’t she stink?”

“Mumma’s bootiful!”

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If my life ain’t this ion want it

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chaconnenha · 21 days

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⸝⸝ ❛ i' m in love with a fairytale . . .

╰ ❪ ꕤ ❫ ENHYPEN ( HYUNG LINE ) as disney princes !

en- hyung line x fem!reader ʬʬʬ───includes. swoon-worthy princes, fluff, romance, minor angst, kissing, violence, abusive & toxic households, semi-nudity, word dumps/messy writing . . . ( MAKNAE LINE VER. found here ) BACK TO LIBRARY ?!

LEE HEESEUNG as PRINCE ERIC ( THE LITTLE MERMAID ) !

when you pulled him to the shore from the wreckage of his sunken ship, and you felt the sand on the shore for the very first time, you knew you could never go back to how things were… and when you fell for him for the very first time, you knew you would never be able to love anyone else. but he had someone else now—a princess, who could speak, could laugh, could tell him just how much she loved him… you were just a mermaid who traded her voice for legs; a silly girl who used forks as a hairbrush, and couldn’t walk two steps before tumbling over the other. there was no way he would fall for you… or so you thought.

you had no idea his love for you ran deeper than the ocean that you saved him from. that the moment he found out you were missing and nowhere to be found, he felt his heart drop in his chest right down to his stomach. or that the first thing he did was send his guards out to every corner of the city in search of you, hoping that he didn’t just lost you forever. and that was why, when he saw you standing at the beach where he met you for the first time, he couldn’t hold back his feelings. not after reading the letter you left behind for him, saying that you were leaving him so that he could marry someone who wasn’t you. he wasted no time in chasing you down before you could even set foot in the sea, his arm grabbing yours and hauling you to his chest, as if you were the one sinking this time, and it was his job to pull you back to shore.

you couldn’t even gasp in surprise before his lips were on yours, swallowing your protests like he was drowning again, and you were his last pocket of air. “don’t ever leave me like that again,” he panted between desperate kisses, his arms pressing you even more firmly against his body. you stared at him in shock as salty tears ran down his beautiful face, reflecting the ones that fell down yours not too long ago. “please,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “i love you too much to let you go.”

PARK JEONGSEONG as PRINCE CHARMING ( CINDERELLA ) !

you were used to being treated like a trampled flower in the dirt. the moment your father passed away and left you in the care—or rather, the mercy—of your stepmother, you had learnt to tuck away your dreams in the back of your mind, where they would remain unrealised, yes, but at the very least, untouched by the hands of your wicked stepsisters, who would not hesitate to tear them into shreds like the did your mother’s precious gown.

but the prince was different. you could still remember his handsome face and his gentle smile, the way his calloused hands held your waist ever so gently while the two of you danced beneath the light of the crystal chandeliers and the burning eyes of a hundred spectators. would he be disappointed if he couldn’t find the girl who fit the glass slipper you left behind? you hoped not, for you had no doubt there would be princesses all around the world eager to fill the spot that you missed… and yet, they couldn’t. because they weren’t you. he made that clear when he broke through the door with the force of the men at his beck and call, eyes searching frantically until they landed on your figure—-dressed in rags and covered in ashes.

you scrambled to your feet, your face burning in shame as you bowed your head. you almost wished he didn’t find you here, if only to spare him the disappointment of realising that the girl he had been chasing was no princess, but a servant girl who didn’t even have a scrap of new clothing to her name. and yet, those calloused hands of his found their way to your chin ever so gently, lifting your eyes to meet his ones. your knees felt weak, and your face warm— like the sunlight that filtered through the attic window, and like the look in his eyes as he gazed upon you. “it’s you,” he said with a whisper, a wide smile blooming across his face. because there was no way it wasn't you; not when he had been dreaming of those eyes of yours since the night you met. “my princess…”

SIM JAEYUN as FLYNN RIDER ( TANGLED ) !

there was once a time where you wanted nothing more than to know what it felt like to feel the grass beneath your feet, and to lie in meadows of dandelions under the sun, like they always talked about in the books you piled up in your little room. to know what it was like to be free. and he was the one who gave you that. the one who showed you the world. but being with him was dangerous, for the both of you, and you would rather stay locked up in the tower forever than let him be hurt. now, the only thing you wanted, was for him to be safe. even if that meant giving up the freedom you would once trade anything for.

you stared at the painting on your ceilings—the painting of the lanterns that he took you to see, just as he promised. the lanterns that bore witness to your first kiss on a boat in the middle of the lake… right before your mother found you, and dragged you back to the tower, promising pain on the man you loved–yes, loved—if you didn’t do as she said. you sighed as you raised a hand over your eyes. and it was then that you heard a knocking from the inside of the walls. someone was here. and it wasn’t your mother. you moved faster than you ever did before you learnt how to braid your ropes of hair, and you slotted yourself between one of the bookshelves to hide, frypan in hand, at the ready.

this scene felt all too familiar. you found yourself remembering the charming grin as you stood with a frypan in hand, eyeing the man who broke into your home and changed everything. but now was not the time for such thoughts. as soon as you heard the intruder enter, your charged with your pan held over your head with violent intent—only to have it fall from your hand when a hand you knew all too well wrapped around your wrists, securing them together in its singular grip, before pushing you up against the nearby wall. jake watched your lips fall apart in a silent gasp, eyes lighting up in recognition at his face. his name left your lips in a quiet sigh, and his heart leapt at the sound, at the sight of your pretty face under the sensual lighting of the setting sun. he wasted no time in ravaging your mouth with hungry kisses, his hard body pressed against yours as he attempted to feel every part of you against him, so he could feel you like he wanted to since the day you were taken from him. “i missed you so fucking much,” he whispered. you scolded him, telling him he shouldn’t be here… but— “i don’t care. i’m here to take my girl back.”

PARK SUNGHOON as PRINCE ADAM ( BEAUTY AND THE BEAST ) !

when you first found yourself at the beast’s—no, sunghoon’s, castle—demanding that he let your father go, you would admit that you almost turned and ran for the hills at the sight of his beastly form. he was the image of the monsters that you read about in all those books you buried your nose in all day, the ones that you lost yourself to fantasy with. but the longer you remained in his care, the more you realised just how much lay beneath the surface of a supposed beast. the way he had so awkwardly tried to pull your chair out for your on the first night you had dinner together, the way he was so hesitant to grasp your hands when you danced, as if too scared he might shatter it; the way he so willingly threw himself before an arrow just to make sure it didn’t touch you…

you called his name with falling tears, watching as he lay limp on the ground before you. his small huffs of annoyance were never so missed as they were now, instead replaced by silence as you continued to shake his lying form, his blood staining your dress. you never even got to say thank you, to tell him you didn’t mean it when you said he was an insufferable and intolerable beast—and now, you would never have the chance again… or so you thought. as you rested your head against his unmoving chest, wallowing in the grief that washed over you like a tidal wave, you failed to notice as the beast you came to knew started to shift into a man, his bare chest healed of any wounds because of the love that you shed in your precious tears. it wasn’t until a human hand cradled your cheek and lifted your face did you notice what had happened, and god was he beautiful—just as he was on the inside.

his lips were raised into a soft smile, and you heart leapt at the sight of small dimples poking his cheeks, and a pair of fangs that looked like a miniature version of the ones he had when he was a beast. “why are you crying?” he asked, his lips pressing a sweet kiss onto your forehead. “did you really think you would get rid of me that easily?” he cupped your face into his warm, large hands, his eyes bearing into yours. “silly girl… i’m too in love with you to leave.”

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lackadaisycats · 1 year

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I tried to answer this succinctly, but it turned into an essay. (Sorry.)

The Princess and the Frog was not accurate, strictly speaking, but dinging it for that would be like criticizing the Lion King for not being a realistic wildlife documentary. Accuracy wasn't really the point. Given the fantastical elements and fictional nations like “Maldonia”, I suppose we're meant to understand this as a bit removed from the real New Orleans. It's more a a jazz-flavored fairy tale than a historical fiction.

But for discussion's sake....

Is it fashion-accurate to its 1926 timeframe? Ehhh, sort of. It pays homage to 20s fashion trends with cloche hats, furs and feathery headpieces, but without fully committing to it. The waistline on almost all of Tiana's clothing is too high for the 20s, and the the shapes of her fancier costumes take a lot of liberties, or deviate wildly from the style of the period.

In the 20s, dresses (including workaday stuff) tended to have a straight up-and-down shape to it - kind of a low-waisted rectangle that de-emphasized curves instead of highlighting them. There are valid reasons to play fast and loose with that, though (something I’m definitely guilty of as well). One of those reasons is communication.

For instance, speculatively, the filmmakers wrote Tiana as a hard-working waitress and wanted her to look the part, so they made the choice to clothe her in something familiar - that gingham dress of mid-century shape that we broadly associate with diner waitresses. Actual waitress uniforms of the 20s had a fair bit of overlap with maid uniforms at the time too, and I can see why they wouldn't want to risk the confusion. It's more important to communicate clearly with the larger audience than to appease a small faction of fashion nerds who'd notice or care about the precision.

I don't think it's a case of the designers failing to do their research - I'm sure they had piles of references, and maybe even consultants - but they also had to have priorities.

With her hat and coat on, she looks a lot more 1920s-shaped.

Pretty consistently, the indication of the characteristic 1920s drop waist is there, but the approach otherwise ignores the 20s silhouette. The clothes hug the body too much. This may be about appealing to a 2000s audience, visually speaking, but also could be an animation thing. Maybe both. For practical reasons, clothes in 2d animation are usually more a sort of second skin than something that wears or behaves like realistic fabric.

These are not in the 1920s ballpark at all. Tiana's blue gown looks like your basic Disney brand invention. Strapless things would have been extremely unusual and the overall shape is far out of step. Excusable, I guess, because it's a costume in context. Charlotte looks like she’s heading for a mimosa brunch in a modern maxi dress.

Charlotte's princess dress did seem to be calling back to the ultra-wide pannier side hoops of the 18th century - something that made a reappearance for part of the 20s, albeit in much milder form called robe de style. I'm not sure if the filmmakers were alluding to that at all, really, but either way, her dress is hilarious.

They only went about halfway with the cloche hats. The 1920s cloche really encapsulated the cranium, almost entirely covered bobbed hair, and obscured much of the face from certain angles, so it's easy to see why they've been somewhat reined in for the film. Still, it ends up looking more 1930s, where the hats started to recede away from the face, evolving in the direction of the pillbox.

Similarly, Tiana's hair is not very reminiscent of the bobbed, close-to-the-cranium style of the period, but I think that could legitimately be written off as characterization. She's not at all the type of person who'd fuss about going à la mode. Not everyone bobbed and finger-waved their hair.

The clothes Prince Naveen is introduced in are very 1920s collegiate in spirit - the wide-leg oxford bags, the sleeveless pullover sweater, the flat cap, and high, stiff collar. The ukulele and banjolele were pretty trendy instruments at the time too.

Definitely some Josephine Baker vibes here. Also, the look of this whole fantasy sequence was reportedly inspired by the works of Aaron Douglas, a luminary painter of the Harlem Renaissance known for his depictions of the lives of African-Americans. (The mural is in Topeka, Kansas.)

They pretty much nailed the Art Deco. It's gorgeous. Looks somewhat inspired by the interiors of some of the Ralph Walker-designed NYC architecture, plus some French Quarter balcony flair for the final manifestation of Tiana's Place. Her dress here does resemble some gauzy mid-1920s looks, too.

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Culturally speaking...

New Orleans is an unusual place. Because some of the colonial Spanish and French laws and conventions that New Orleans evolved under persisted even after its inception into the United States; because it was such a heterogeneous hub of indigenous and immigrant peoples; and because it had a considerable population of free people of color (mostly Creole), it did not function quite like the rest of the South leading up to the Civil War, nor for a while after. Its particular coalescence of cultures made it its own unique sort of culture within the country, within the region, within the state of Louisiana even. By the early 20th century, though, regardless of the not-very-binary nature of New Orleans, Jim Crow laws were enforcing a literal black-and-white distinction, and not an evenhanded one, by far. In that aspect, the city had begun to resemble the rest of the South.

The film nods at the wealth disparity, but goes on to paint a pretty rosy picture of race and class relations at the time. Still it's not unbelievable that some people were exceptions to the rules. You could probably find a few compartments of old New Orleans society that resisted segregation or certain prejudicial norms, preferring to do things their own way. That aside, the film wasn't trying to confront these topics. Not every piece of media should have to. Sometimes breaking away from miserable period piece stereotypes is refreshing. I'm not sure it could have handled that meaningfully given the running time, narrow story focus, and intended audience, anyhow. (But you could perhaps also make a case that family films habitually underestimate younger audiences in this way.)

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Raymond the firefly I guess is the film's Cajun representation. There's not much to say about it, except perhaps to note that Evangeline is a reference to the heroine of a Longfellow poem of the same name. The poem is an epic romance set during the expulsion of the Acadians from the eastern provinces of Canada and the northernmost reaches of the American colonies (now Maine) by the British in the mid-1700s. Many exiled Acadians gradually migrated south to francophone-friendly Louisiana, settling into the prairies and bayous, where 'Acadian' truncated into the pronunciation 'Cajun'. Evangeline - who is only finally reunited with her love when he’s on his deathbed - has become an emblem of the heartbreak, separation and faithful hope of that cultural history, and there are parishes, statues and other landmarks named after the her throughout Louisiana.

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Voodoo does have a very historical presence in New Orleans, having arrived both directly from West Africa and by way of the Haitian diaspora (where it would more properly be called Vodou). While I don't think Disney's treatment of it was especially sensitive or serious, it also wasn't the grotesquely off-base sort of thing that media of the past has been known to do. It was largely whittled down to a magical plot component, but it wasn't so fully repurposed that it didn't resemble Voodoo at all either - and that's mostly owing to the characters, because it does appear the writers pulled from history there.

It’s apparently widely held that Dr. Facilier is a Baron Samedi caricature - and likely that's true, in part - but I have the impression he's also influenced by Doctor John. Not the 20th century funk musician, but the antebellum “Voodoo King” of New Orleans. Doctor John (also called Bayou John, Jean La Ficelle, and other aliases) claimed to be a Senegalese prince. He became well known as a potion man and romance-focused prognosticator to people from all corners of society. Though highly celebrated and financially successful at his peak, he seems ultimately remembered as an exploitative villain.

To my recollection, the film sort of gingerly avoids referring to Facilier as a Voodoo practitioner directly (I think he's more generically called a witch doctor in the script?) but it does seem to imply his 'friends on the other side' are a consortium of loa. It's mostly abbreviated into nebulously evil-seeming special FX, glazing over any specificity or dimensionality, but it does also loop back around as a vehicle of moral justice. Loa are all very individualistic and multi-faceted, but they do have reciprocal rules for asking favors of them.

There's also the benevolent counterpart in Mama Odie's character. Her wearing ritual whites has a definite basis in Voodoo/Vodou practice, and her depiction as a fairy godmother-like figure isn't entirely out of step with how a mambo may have been perceived...in a very general sense. They were/are ceremonial leaders and community bastions who people would seek out for help, advice and spiritual guidance. More than just emanating matronly good vibes, though, some have wielded considerable political and economic power.

(Just my opinions here. I've done a lot of reading on the subject for research but I'm no authority with any special insider understanding of Voodoo, and I really shouldn't be relied upon as an arbiter of who has or hasn't done it justice in fiction.)

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In summary--

Culturally, I think the film is respectably informed but paints a superficially genteel picture. The set pieces are gorgeous, but the story mostly delivers a sort of veneer of New Orleanishness. And as for fashion, well, it’s the 1920s run through a Disney filter. It’s very pretty, but it’s only as proximally accurate as seemed practical.

I don’t know that any of that really matters so much as whether or not it achieved what it intended, though. As a charming yarn and as a tribute to New Orleans and the Jazz age, I think it’s mostly successful. It’s also really beautifully animated!

#princess and the frog #disney #1920s #new orleans #jazz #fashion #voodoo #vodou #history #animation #art deco

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how would you recommend watching doctor who? there are so many different guys idk how it works.

so the thing about doctor who is that there's two shows -- classic who (1963-1989, doctors 1-7) and new who (2005-2023, doctors 9-14). due to a renumber of the seasons and a change in production company, i think it's fair to call the upcoming version of who (2023-??, doctors 15-??) its own, third show. the reason it's been able to run for so long is that when the show's lead actor, (william hartnell as the titular doctor) had to step down in 1966 due to failing health, they made up some sci-fi bullshit: the doctor's species can 'regenerate' instead of dying, instantly healing but changing their appearance and some of their personality. this means that every time a lead actor has walked away (or, in one unfortuante case, been fired) the show's just recast the doctor and moved on, often with notable changes in tone and format.

the easiest option if you don't want to backwatch anything is to start with this year's christmas special, the church on ruby road (2023). it's an obvious jumping on point to the series, introduces you to all the basic stuff (the doctor, the TARDIS, the fact that it's a silly sci-fi show about fighting weird rubber prop critters), and presumably sets up the upcoming season 1 of the disney-bad wolf version of the show that's gonna come out in may 2024.

if you do want to backwatch, you have to decide if you want to start with new who or classic who. i personally would recommend starting with new who, because there's less of it, it's got higher production values, and (imo this is the biggest obstacle to getting into classic who) it's paced in a way that makes much more sense to a modern TV viewer (self-contained 45-minute episodes). also once you're invested in the show, its main character, and some of its classic elements, you get to soyjak at the screen whenever you're watching classic who and you get to see the oirign of a monster you already recognize. you can also skip classic who entirely and never watch it, they don't bring up anything from it in the new series without giving it a new explanation, but if you do this you hate fun.

anyway, starting points for nuwho: the most obvious one is rose (2005). it's the pilot episode for the new show and imo it holds up brilliantly -- it introduces all the most basic concepts of the show, but ultimately it's really all about billie piper and cristopher eccleston's performances and they deliver. the special effects are gonna be pretty terrible for a while because it's early 2000s cg. there's no jumping on point like it for the whole of RTD's run of the show (imo, the best run of nuwho) so if you want to watch seasons 1-4 you've gotta start on rose.

another episode that's written as a jumping on-point is (heavy sigh) the eleventh hour (2011). as well as introducing matt smith's doctor and his companion amy, this also does the whole rigamarole of introducing the show's core elements, giving a nutshell recap of its history in the form of the doctor's rooftop speech, and also signal what the oncoming moffat era is going to be like (whimsical, full of complex time travel plots, way more misogynist). i'm biased -- i'm a hater, one of this episode's central plot conceits sucks real bad and i also hate the eleventh doctor's whole run. but it is meant to be a jumping on point.

there won't be another one of those in nuwho until the pilot (2017). this begins moffat's final season with which he made the odd but extremely welcome decision to jettison all his convoluted continuity shit from the last five seasons and refocus the show with the doctor being a professor at bristol university with a mysterious secret. i think season 10 is a hidden gem and if you find starting from rose daunting this is the next best place to pick up. capaldi's doctor is a delightful abrasive eccentric with a heart of gold at this point in his run & the stories are wall-to-wall bangers with only a couple misses.

finally, you could start on the woman who fell to earth (2018), the first episode to feature jodie whittaker's 13th doctor and head writer chris chibnall. i'd recommend this even less than the eleventh hour, because while i actually like it more, i think it's a much worse preview of what the upcoming era is going to be like than that one. if you watch the woman who fell to earth and keep watching from the start of whittaker's run on the show off the back of it, you're going to be severely disappointed as most of the more promising aspects of the episode get instantly abandoned.

so, summary, if you're starting with nuwho, there's five jumping on points, which i'd rank:

rose > the pilot > the church on ruby road > the eleventh hour > the woman who fell to earth

but i want to start with classic who because i'm a contrarian

alright. classic who also has a few jumping off points -- before i mentioned them, let me just talk about that format thing i mentioned earlier. classic who doesn't have self-contained episodes for the most part, but rather for most of its run told each of its episodic narratives across between two and seven 20-minute episodes. this leads to a lot of weird pacing, forced cliffhangers, and infamously a lot of filler shots of the doctor running up and down identical corridors. so obvsies i'm recommending entire stories here nad not individual episodes. that said, let's look at where you could jump on:

an unearthly child (1963). this is, like, the start of the show. that said i don't recommend it as a place to start (funnily enough), for a couple reasons. firstly, because of dreadful fucking archiving by the BBC, a lot of episodes from the show's first six seasons are straight up missing. some of them have been animated by the BBC from surviving audio recordings, but some of them are just straight up lost -- due to the format, this means there's very few full complete stories, which makes this whole era really hard to navigate. if you don't mind that and really want to start in the black and white era, i'd still recommend the tomb of the cybermen (1967) instead -- hartnell's portrayal of the doctor as a haughty, slightly impish old professor is great, but troughton basically defined the character's core traits for the next sixty years.

spearhead from space (1970) is a pretty big format upheaval for the show and so serves as a pretty great classic jumping-on point. it's the first episode to be in colour, and sets up a new status quo for the doctor as being trapped on earth and working for an elite paramlitary organization called UNIT that operates out of a ratty office. it's an interesting premise that the show gets some great stories out of. the special effects are bad in the best way. pertwee has instant charm in the role and it's all around a banger by classic standards.

if you want to jump right to the one all the boomers are nostalgic for, you can also start with robot (1974). i wouldn't recommend it, though--tom baker is electric in the role from the start, but the episode itself kind of assumes a lot of the context of the third doctor's setup and supporting cast which you're not gonna have.

i wouldn't recommend anyone start at any point during the fifth or sixth doctors runs because i want them to actually like the show, so i guess the last jumping on point i could really recommend after robot would be, like, dragonfire (1987), which heralds the show's short-lived renaissance with the seventh doctor and his best companion, ace. but although you'd be watching some of the absolute best the classic show ever gets, it feels like it would be a weird and disorienting place to start.

finally, you could watch tales of the tardis (2023), a limited series produced to celebrate the show's 60th anniversary. each episode follows the same format: through a vaguely handwaved Palace of Memories plot, two much-aged characters from the classic series meet up and fondly remember one of the adventures they shared. the bookends with the original actors are mostly shameless fanservice, but the episodes they're reminiscing about are superbly edited down into a much more watchable format -- it works as a good 'sample platter' for most eras of the show (although, weirdly, there wasn't anything from tom baker's run!) and i think it honestly wouldn't be a bad shout to just start from tales of the tardis and then keep watching from whichever of the stories featured in it you liked most. that all said, if you want to start with classic who, i'd rank these jumping on points as follows:

spearhead from space > tales of the tardis > tomb of the cybermen > dragonfire > robot > an unearthly child

all that shit said it's fundamentally a very episodic show with very few exceptions like trial of a time lord and whatever moffat was doing seasons 6-7 so in the end you can basically just start with any episode and more or less get some of the idea. have fun and make sure to do the most important job of a doctor who fan, update the tardis wiki page for penis whenever one is mentioned

#ask #doctor who #long post

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Hello!!! i’m not sure if your doing requests or not. but i was wondering if you could do an Alastor x reader and everyone is doing movie night and i wanted to know his reaction to the said chosen movie Bambi, I’m currently whatching bambi and thought about this😅

Hiya! I thought this was such a cute little dabble in could do, so i got it out pretty quick! I never explicitly stated i do request but i do! Perhaps i’ll make a formal request post but for now i will take the ones that do come as they do. I really hope this is what you imagined i haven’t watched bambi in years! Xx

Movie night

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Words: 830

Alastor x gn reader

Warnings: Nada really, just bambi’s momma died rip disney love killing parents also could be read platonically or romantically

“C’mon please.” Charlie begged you, hands clasped in front of her as she gently bounced on her heels. She was in the middle of begging you to talk Alastor into watching Bambi for tonight’s movie night. An exercise thought up by Charlie to have all of the patrons sit quietly and enjoy something together as a group, no fighting, no judgement, just relaxation as a unit.

But of course Alastor wasn’t a fan of said “picture shows” so Charlie enlisted you to do the sweet talking. After some more begging on Charlie’s part you gave in, knocking on Alastor’s door. You could already hear him humming happily to himself on the other side, sound increasing as he got closer. When he opened the door to you he visibly perked, seemingly pleased to see you. “Hello dear, what can i do for you?” Standing out of the way he outstretched his arm towards the inside of his bedroom. Smiling you gladly stepped in, feeling fairly comfortable around the demon and his presence at this point.

“Well, Charlie wants to have a movie night, everyone voted for Bambi, thoughts?”

“Ha, no.” Alastor cackled promptly shutting you down, it rolled off your back though, you expected this kind of response. “Y’know Al, the TV was a staple of 1936, and Bambi came out in 42, that’s ten years tops away from your time. It’s a musical too so up your alley, technocolour and it’s about deer. This is your movie man!” You exclaim excitedly, Alastor watched you theatrically explain with a fond look.

Once Alastor sighed dramatically you knew you were in. “Alright dear i’ll watch this silly moving picture with you.” Smiling, you stood tall linking your arms to his. “That’s why they call it a movie, it’s moving. See Al, not so bad you already know the lingo.” Alastor said nothing as you dragged him along amused by what he presumed was your nonsensical ramblings.

Once in the room with all the lights dimmed, a large tarp pulled over a fireplace, since Angel professed that “Projecta’s are just betta” as the excuse to not use a TV. Alastor snapped his fingers, changing both his and your clothes to loungewear of the 1930’s which you decided not to argue against due to him being so receptive of the whole movie thing. Once settled down, you mushed against the arm of the couch and Alastor, beside Alastor Husk, who kept a great inch from Al. And ontop of Husk, Angel, who wouldn’t leave no matter what Husk, or Al said.

Nifty sat in a little rocking chair, compliments of Alastor, Pentious was curled up with the egg bois, on the floor, and Vaggie shared a large bean bag with Charlie cuddled in together. At first things were fine, Alastor’s radio would hum along occasionally with the tunes, and you watched his ears occasionally flick at certain sounds in the movie.

It wasn’t until Bambi’s mother died that things went astray. Something in Alastor ticked, and suddenly he was pin straight unmoving and it was concerning. By this point everyone was zoned into the plot or sleeping- it seemed like only you noticed his change in demeanour. Softly placing your hand on his arm you asked for him to accompany you to the kitchen for some water, Alastor of course agreed being the gentleman that he is.

Once away from others ears you gave him a pointed look, one that told him he’d better tell the honest truth. “Is everything alright Al?” You asked, watching as he leaned forward on the island looking toward you who stood on the other side. It looked as if he was searching for an excuse, but you weren’t letting up so easy. Walking toward him you met his eyes. “I can keep a secret.” You promise in a whisper. Sighing static Alastor seemed a little peeved about your pestering but nonetheless didn’t blame you. “I suppose it reminded me of my mother, i’ll never see her again. I’m a lonely orphan deer, hahaha,” Alastor chuckled dryly, cocking his head side to side as he laughed.

“Not to mention those hunters are buffoons, most of the prize lies within a buck and their antlers. No sense in hunting doe really.” Alastor finished explaining, he felt weak humanly so, but he always did with you, it was like your very presence was truth serum and he couldn't help but sing out the truth whenever you’d ask him for it. With a gently hand against his shoulder you gave him a tight squeeze. “Maybe one day you’ll be able to see her again, I hope you can.”

Alastor hummed not paying much attention to the sentence, but he was at least happy he did have you, after all he told you many things, and you did manage to keep it to yourself. Composing himself again Alastor stood tall. “Well let’s go finish this movie dear! I can’t just walk out now!”

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kurorama · 9 months

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Love It Loud

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Wife!reader

IN WHICH you help your husband relax after a long day of work by pleasuring him.

WC: 5.6k

Warnings: SMUT, cowgirl, unprotected lazy fuck, creampie, size kink, fingering, oral (M), subby!bucky, pure filth.

Frustration was running thick through Bucky’s veins since way before he’d even stepped foot into the mansion’s doors, and by the way that he’d slammed the two wooden doors open, you could easily tell that he was still very fed up. You knew that Bucky’s occupation was far from easy. There were days where he’d come back home all bruised and bloody to the point where you had to stitch him up.

Though you understood why he did what he did, it never helped to ease your worries when he’d spend days away on some dangerous trip somewhere far from home. Before officializing your relationship with the mobster, you had received far too many warnings from your peers and family members. They’d warn you that he’d put you in danger, that he’d neglect you and return home at night with signs of unfaithfulness freshly visible on him.

Though they didn’t even personally know the man, they still found ways to berate him on a further level. You’d never once listened to a thing of what they had to say, instead deciding to chase your romance with the man of your dreams. Bucky was far from what those people had described him as, at least in his relationship with you. On the outside of your marriage, he was still a fearful mobster with blood stained hands. Nevertheless, your security was his number one priority. He had hundreds, with no exaggeration, of loyal guards pacing around his home whenever he wasn’t around to watch on you himself.

He was always there for you, treating you like a real-life Disney princess as he spoiled you with his riches. Bucky loved you like no other, and he vowed to dedicate his life to you in a claim that he valued your life before his. A five year long relationship and a set of rings accompanied with a marriage certificate was as much as Bucky had to prove true to his promise for the time being.

Much to contradict the stereotype of men with shitty jobs, Bucky was nothing but undyingly loyal to you. Be damned that any woman dares to even look him in the eye, he’d always reject them without a second thought. You were it for him, and he didn’t need any side chicks like the other shitty men in the business. Though you did believe him and lay all of your trust into his hands, he’d even go as far as taping a fucking live camera onto his suit to proof to you that he wasn’t even batting an eye towards no other woman. Though he feared that the idea was a little too extreme, and furthermore he didn’t want you to catch sight of the more gruesome and bloody parts of his hobby.

The forceful opening of your bedroom door had you jumping in your seat on the bed. The book in your hand nearly slipping out as you quickly closed the explicit romance novel that you were so engrossed in. The loud entrance was enough to tell you that something was wrong with your husband today, but his excessive grunting and furrowed eyebrows just confirmed your observations.

He’d greeted you with a chaste kiss before moving to the bathroom to freshen himself, but lord forbid you caught sight of the blood that stained his hands. He didn’t want you to deal with this kind of filth, he’d had a shitty enough day, he didn’t feel like ruining yours too. He removed the upper pieces of his suit to take care of the blood that soaked through the white shirt of his expensive suit, crimson liquid that didn’t even belong to him. Once Bucky had managed to clean his hands from the dried blood that clung onto his skin, he hadn't even bothered to remove his pants before joining you back in bed.

Of course he’d removed his shoes before sitting on your shared bed, because otherwise you’d literally strangle him to death, and he didn’t feel like dying today. Bucky must’ve realised that he was staring into nothing for a solid minute, because your noises of concern were soon to reach his ears. He didn’t have the physical words to ease you, so instead he took you hand in his, rubbing a comforting thumb over your knuckles as he gave you a tight smile.

You chose to let it go for now, obviously sensing his frustration ever since he’d gotten back here. Sitting back on your side, you watched as your husband pulled out a half-read book from his side table. You laid down on your side as you enjoyed the view of Bucky squinting like an old man to try and comprehend whatever was written in that book of his. He didn’t even give the poor book a minute before slamming it back down on the desk, a loud sound resonating around the room as Bucky raised a hand to rub at his tired eyes.

“You want me to help you relax?” It wasn't hard to see the exasperation pooling in his blue iris, and you were sure that he’d rip that book apart if he’d kept it in his hands any longer. You didn’t necessarily want to ask what was the cause of his situation, because as much as you knew that your husband would never voluntarily even raise his voice at you, you knew what extreme frustration did to people.

“I’d love to fuck my frustrations away into that tight little cunt of yours, sure.” you couldn’t help the way your eyes widened at his crude insinuation, even though that wasn’t necessarily what you’d thought of at first, you definitely wanted to help him ‘relax’ in that way now. Your hand moves up to cup his cheeks on its own, your thumb rubbing comforting circles into his skin

“But I'm so worn out today I'm not sure I'd even last.” you feel your heart tightening at the admission, always feeling so bad whenever your husband comes back home so beaten up. You sat up once more as you eyed the stubble on his jaw, wanting nothing more than to run your palm along the spiky hairs. There was a tinge of desire in his eyes, something that told you that he was dead genuine about his previous statement, and you wanted nothing else than that too.

“Nobody said you had to move, just let me take care of you.” you whispered out the last part before moving up to him, testing the waters as your lips laid millimetres away from his. After a couple of seconds where he didn’t back away, you finally closed the space between you both to kiss him. He accepted it without any second thoughts, because who was he to decline your affection? The kiss was sloppy but all the more intimate as he cupped your cheeks with his large, calloused palm.

From a second to another, you’re were top of Bucky, your legs on either side of his hips as you straddled him. He didn’t even have time to comprehend your free hand moving downwards on his body because he was too busy with the passionate kiss that you were both sharing. The sudden feeling of your palm against his clothed cock made Bucky gasp, and you took it as your chance to slip your tongue onto his.

His tongue fight was weak, given that he was usually the one that was dominating you, and you felt yourself growing wetter at the newfound dominance that you’d just acquired. You could feel the way that his half-hard cock was reacting under your touch as the bulge in his pants only grew bigger and bigger by the second. Bucky was nothing but a whimpering mess under you as his tongue slipped inside of your mouth, entangling with yours in a sultry kiss.

His hips were buckling into your hands with desperation, and by then his cock was fully erected and painfully throbbing in the restraints of his boxers. You could practically feel the heat radiating from it through all of his layers of clothes, but you weren’t even close to complaining.

You pulled apart from Bucky for a split second, your mouth and your palm leaving his body as he grunted out a noise of complaint.

“Come back here.” The dark rasp of his voice only sent tingles down to your core, but this moment was supposed to be about him. Bucky grasped your wrist in between his fingers, trying to drag you back onto him so that you could continue the sloppy match of making out that you’d previously offered him. Though his complaining faltered as he watched you fumble with the zipper of his pants, a teasing grin on your face as you watched him eyeing you like a prey.

“Please, doll…” he ran his hands tenderly down your arms, trying to charm you into pulling his cock out faster so he can just fuck you already, or get fucked by you just like you’d offered to do. He was impatient, a sliver of despair swimming in his beautiful blue iris as he did nothing else but stare at you greedily. If he wasn’t so exhausted you could’ve been sure that he would’ve already thrown you down onto the mattress and pounded you unrelentingly for being a tease, but you currently were the one with the upper hand.

Deciding to spare him the pain of having to stay much longer in the tight and uncomfortable restraints of his clothes, you finally unzipped his suit pants and slipped your fingers under the waistband of both his pants and boxers at the same time. He aided you by lifting up his hips lazily as you slipped his clothes off in one smooth movement.

His cock sprang straight at his lower stomach right after you removed his pants, a wet sound following as his pre-cum covered tip slapped against his smooth skin. You nearly drooled at the familiar sight of his thickness, his cock freshly shaven apart for the oddly attractive line of hair starting at his lower stomach all the way down his V-line. He was so long and so fucking hard that you worried for your guts the moment you’d let him slip inside.

Bucky’s thick length twitched upon his stomach as he watched you sit on your knees to lift your shirt above your head. Once his gaze finally fell on the sight of your breasts perfectly sitting in that satin bra that he’d bought you, he threw his head back into the pillow with a dramatic groan that you couldn’t help but laugh at.

You left the mattress to undress for merely a few seconds, but you could practically already feel your husband’s lustful gaze from behind. You decided to offer him a show and lower your panties painfully slowly while exaggeratedly bending over as you slipped the pair off your ankles. You kind of regretted not being able to see the look in his eyes once he caught sight of your seeping cunt, but the one that he had one his face once you’d turned around was not deceiving at all.

“Come here, lemme touch em’” he whispered, his eyes never once leaving your chest as he spoke.

Your eyes didn’t miss the way one of his hands wasn’t at his side, but down to his waist and stroking leisurely at his pulsing cock while he stared hungrily at you. He used his thumb to smooth the pre-cum gathering at the slit of his top, the feeling making him shudder.

“This night is supposed to be about pleasing you, we can think about me tomorrow.”

“Your tits are all the more pleasing to me, c’mon darling,” Bucky forced his bottom lip into the painful grip of his teeth to prevent himself from embarrassingly groaning at the sight of your hips swaying with your every move, and he felt relieved as you moved closer to him finally.

Once you reached the side of the bed again, you grasped the hand that was sinfully stroking down his hips to place them on your side as you straddled him once more. Bucky would love to complain because of the loss of friction, but he’d be glad to ignore the impatient twitching of his cock because the sight before him is straight up heaven.

His eyes were centimetres away from your hardened nipples, and he didn’t need a green card for him to engulf your breast into his mouth. You moaned as he twirled his tongue around your sensitive bud, his other hand squeezing the soft flesh of your side as he got lost in the moment. Soon your other breast was to receive the same treatment as he left the other with a wet ‘pop’. You were fully sitting on his torso by then, relishing in the pleasure that he was offering you, under the di guise that it was pleasuring him. Yet it did, somehow.

“Enough, you big baby,” you laughed as you pulled your upper body away, finally gathering some strength to retreat from his grip. Bucky glared at you half heartedly as if you had taken something precious away from him, and yet, you had.

He jumped slightly at the sudden feeling of your lips against his skin, dragging wet kisses down his torso to the abs resting perfectly along his stomach. You made sure to suck the skin just right to leave a hickey that would last, even if no one else got to experience the sight of your shirtless husband other than you. You had to mentally fight yourself against the idea of littering his entire chest in bruises, and you almost lost against your own impulses.

Instead, you continued to drag your lips further and further down until you reached the area that Bucky was so impatiently waiting for you to please. Carefully, you wrapped one of your manicured hands around the base of his cock, holding his thick length up straight so you could take him in your mouth.

Bucky shuddered as he watched you spit onto his cockhead, using your tongue to lick a teasing strip along the side of his length. He threw his head back once more into the pillow in ecstasy once the warm heat of your mouth enveloped him, even if it was just the tip. The way that your tongue slid along his slit and under the fat head of his cock was sinfully stimulating, and with shame did Bucky involuntarily bucky his hips up into your mouth.

You weren’t necessarily in the mood to take him all the way down your throat, but he was so big that he was damn near it and there was still more length for you to wrap your palm around. The sight was more than filthy, drool beginning to dribble down the side of your mouth as you continued to suck him off like you had little time left. Despite keeping up your steady pace most of the time, you thought that there was no better thing to do but tease your husband from time to time.

You suddenly slowed down your pace, sucking him off in a painfully slow and overstimulating way possible. You relished in the way he whined greedily, his hips bucking into your mouth as you fought off a grin. You were lucky that Bucky was too fucked to even be able to glance down at you, because fuck would he keep that against you for weeks. He’d probably tie you up to the headboard and edge you just about everyday until you couldn’t even gather up the voice to beg anymore.

Your smile quickly fell as you felt one of your husband’s large hands fall onto the back of your head, his fingers were quick to pull your loose hair into a closed fist. His grip was so tight that it stung your scalp, but the pain was all the more pleasurable. You could tell how much good you were doing to Bucky by the way his eyes were shut tightly, that adorable expression plastered all over his flushed face was an indication that he was close.

As much as you wanted for him to finish inside of you, you decided not to edge the man any further and just let him fuck into your mouth until he was satisfied. Bucky didn’t need any further notice as he continuously buckled into your mouth, a series of whines and groans falling from his mouth as the grip on your hair was unrelenting.

Your previous statement to not take him down your throat was clearly revoked as Bucky pushed your head further down to take him whole, your nose nuzzling against his pelvis as tears gathered by your waterline. The discomfort in your throat was quickly lived down as you felt Bucky’s sloppy thrusts slow down, eventually tasting the salty release flowing down your tongue as you quickly recovered to lap on the underside of his tip, helping him ride out his orgasm.

His grunts were like heaven to your ears, nothing better than the sound of a man submitting to his wife. After thoroughly cleaning him with the help of your mouth and sinfully swallowing his release, you released his softening cock gently away from your mouth in an attempt to reach the bathroom.

You barely had the time to stand as you heard the obvious sound of your husband shuffling along the bed. You felt two huge arms argulfing your waist and bringing you back into Bucky’s toned body, making you sit across his lap as he himself sat along the edge of the bed.

“Thought you were tired huh? What happened to that?” you questioned, a hint of genuineness and playfulness lacing your words. You sighed pleasurably as Bucky stuffed his face in the crook of your neck, leaving wet and desirable kisses behind like the tease that he was. Both of his hands were running up the sides of your bare body, leaving goosebumps behind as you wished for nothing more than for him to destroy you with those fingers of his.

One of his hands slowly worked its way downwards towards your inner thighs as he continued to trail kisses down your neck, even moving to your jaw as you threw your head back against him. The sudden feeling of his thick finger against your clit rightfully took you by surprise, urging a whine out of you and not failing to make you wiggle in his grip.

His hold was inescapable, you could never pry the heavy muscles of the mafia member currently holding you down by the waist, but you didn’t want to anyways. Your hand jumped to latch onto the wrist of Bucky’s hand that was currently between your legs, and it didn’t nothing more than boost his ego.

“Wanna make you feel good too, baby,” he grunted into your neck, pretending like you could comprehend anything as his fingers began lapping at your folds. Within all of your squirming, you could feel how his cock began hardening behind you once more, which you’d gratefully deal with in a moment. The feeling of your ass all pressed up against his growing erection had Bucky pressing your hips further into his.

You couldn’t help but shiver as your husband ran his fingers up and down your folds, aching for him to stuff his fingers into your aching core already. Your arousal coated his fingers in a thick coat of your slick, allowing him to move faster against you. You had to force yourself to swallow back a moan as the tips of his middle and ring finger poked past your entrance finally.

Opening your legs slightly to give Bucky more space to work with, you tried to bury yourself impossibly further into his chest as his fingers entered you knuckles deep. Your hand squeezed at his wrist with a force that he ignored you had, but it was still nothing to your mob husband. He’d gone through worse, this was nothing that he couldn’t handle. Felt more like a little scratch compared to the amount of times that he’d gotten grazed by 15 inch blades.

The room was filled with the filthy sounds of your whines and moans and the wet sound of Bucky pummeling his fingers inside of you. His pace was unrelenting and he barely even gave you a second to breathe. He knew your body by heart, knew which ways to curl his fingers to have you stuttering. He knew at which angle to stuff his fingers to make your toes curl, and he wasn’t afraid to make use of his skills.

At the feeling of your cunt tightening against his fingers, Bucky couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face. He wanted to help and make you come like you had done so gracefully to him earlier. Though that clearly never came as he felt the hand on his wrist pushing his hand away in a hurry.

“Wait! Shit.” you rushed out, a little louder and a little more panicked than you wanted it to. At the sound of your plea, Bucky’s fingers suddenly came to a stop inside of you, hastily pulling out as you struggled to make up a proper sentence.

“What’s wrong, love? You’re okay?” the concern filled tone of your husband appeared as he rubbed your sides comfortingly, afraid and wondering if he’d done something to hurt you. Atlast in your fucked out state you couldnt necessarily tell him how he’d made you feel anything but amazing, he allowed you the time to calm down. He littered soft kisses to your cheeks as you recovered, fully aware that he could sometimes get a little too caught up in pleasuring you that he pushed you past you limits. Like that one night that he’d given you 6 dreamy orgasms all in one night all because you claimed that you were craving him.

“Just- jus’ wanna finish when you’re inside.” you managed to grit out, your chest heaving because you had been dangerously approaching your orgasm, just before ruining everything for yourself. Once you heard Bucky’s short chuckle, you knew that his once worries had now vanished away as he focused on caressing your sides until you were ready. He’d never refuse an offer like this. To decline the sight of your wife bouncing greedily on your cock must be for the saints, but Bucky was nothing more but a sinner.

With a newfound force, you turned around in Bucky’s lap to flush your chest against his. He groaned as your wet cunt made contact with his twitching length, but he hadn’t even had the time to react as you’d greated his lips in a fiery kiss. None other than the first one, it was yet again a match of tongue dominance won by you. Just that Bucky wasn’t really all that tired anymore, you’d quite literally sucked the weariness out of him earlier. He just craved the sight of your ascendancy tonight.

Bucky’s tongue was busy with yours but his hands were freely roaming around your body, occasionally gripping onto your ass as he grinded your body against his, trying to find some relief for the raging boner that was currently sitting firmly against his lower stomach. He couldn’t wait to pump you full and watch as it dribbled down his own length while he fucks up inside of you, god were his thoughts running wild.

His nor your brain had fully acknowledged when Bucky had pulled you both to the middle of the bed, but he did notice the way you’d push him back down flat onto the bed with such gracefulness, forcing your lips apart as you sat down on his thigh. Bucky crooked his neck in a funny angle to get a look at you, but he couldn’t care less of what he looked like at a moment. You looked like a total angel in his eyes, and he couldn’t take his gaze away from you.

Bucky watched patiently as you kneeled before him, both your knees caging his hips as you lowered your whole body weight on them. His straining cock twitched as you took him in your hand, pumping him once or twice before running your thumb against the slit of his cockhead. A shiver ran down his spine as you sat further onto his lap, bringing his cock to lay against your stomach to show him just about the size difference. It was something that he was used to, but it never failed to make his body react positively.

He nearly came from the sheer size of his massive cock compared to your smaller body, watching as it reached your belly button from outside of your body. He couldn’t wait until you’d lower down on his cock, watching you squirm as his tip kisses your cervix while he isn’t even buried all the way. You used your hand to drag his fat tip onto your clit, tapping his cockhead against your bundle of nerves and effectively coating him with your slick.

You finally lowered yourself slowly onto him, immediately feeling him stretch you. Unlike his already big fingers, they felt nothing like the stinging stretch of his dick. Bucky’s hands flew to latch onto your hips, and what you might’ve imagined as an innocent reflex at first turned out to be far from that. You couldn’t have expected him to pull you all the way down onto his length in one movement, but the sudden sting told you that he had in fact done exactly that.

You were sure that your neighbours from miles away must’ve heard the gut wrenching yell that Bucky had forced out of you, your hands flying to his chest for stability as you tried to recover. All the while he was grinding your hips onto his, slowly thrusting up into you from under. Something you loved about your husband was his neediness and impatience when it came to intimacy, it made you feel so desirable.

It didn’t take long before you started rolling your hips against his on your own, pushing up against his torso to sit up again. Your dishevelled state had bucky forcing his head back onto the silk-case covered pillow. The movement had your clit rubbing against his pelvis at each roll, and you felt like you were floating with ecstasy.

The position made it as for Bucky to be buried all the way into you, his balls flush against your ass and the faint outline of his cock traced onto your stomach from how deep he was sheathed. Despite claiming that you wanted to take care of Bucky, he could see how the exhaustion was starting to catch up to you. The way your legs trembled from the pleasure and tiredness, he knew that he had to take over.

His big hands squeezed at your hips, his grip almost bruising your skin as he used it to help you bounce on his cock. He manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him, freely moving you up and down to pleasure the both of you. You could’ve sworn that you could feel every single vein that ran along the length of his cock, alongside the way the slight curve of his dick kept on slamming against that spot inside of you that made you see stars.

Fuck did his body fit yours perfectly like some well assorted puzzle, you could feel your upper body seizing with the sheer amount of satisfaction that ran through your veins. You just couldn't take it anymore, instead deciding to let him take over as you laid down against his chest, your breasts splaying satisfyingly against his torso.

Bucky wasn’t one to wait, so at the sight of you leaning down on him, he was quick to take over. He still wanted you on top of course, even if it meant that you weren’t dominating anymore. His arms found a home around your lower back, his muscles bulging with his every move. Bucky moved his legs from the laid position that they were currently in, folding his knees up so he could continue to ram into you mercilessly.

You could’ve honestly written a whole essay about how the new position had you borderline drooling, but a series of stuttered moans was all that you could utter out for the moment.

“Fuck darling, you’re squeezing me so tight here. Don’t think I can last much longer.” he said like it was a bad thing, asif you could last any longer even though you were currently seconds away from bursting. Bucky found it hard to resist the need to come deep inside of you with the way that you were squeezing around him, his balls full and aching with the urge to release. To say that he was impatient to see you dripping with his release was an understatement, instead it motivated him to slam his hips faster against yours.

It didn’t take much after that to have your thighs shutting tightly together, body shaking as your orgasm washed over you. A shrill moan caught in your throat as you came, tight cunt contracting impossibly further against Bucky. He wasn’t far behind with his sloppy thrusts as he pushed deep inside of you, filling you fuller than you were before as his balls were pulled flushed against ass.

Bucky grunted as he dumped his load in ropes deep inside your wet cunt, eyes shut closed as he kept his hips moving in tiny thrusts to ride his high. He wished you both could’ve fucked upright infront of a mirror so he could’ve seen the way that his cum was dripping out of you, both of your arousals trickling down his softening cock as he stayed burried inside your heat.

He wanted nothing more than to finger his release back into you but one look at your spent figure was enough to take his mind away from the idea. You both laid there regaining your breath for a second before you finally pulled away from him, groaning with discomfort as you felt his softened length leaving your sore hole. The emptiness that you felt after pulling away nearly made you want to beg him to stuff you full of his thickness again, having his curved cockhead slamming that spot you loved so much again. Yet you physically couldn't.

You didn’t have the stamina that your mafia husband did, and you could already feel the painful aftermath of sex with a big dicked man kicking in.

You suddenly remembered that you were supposed to take care of your husband, not the other way around. You had vowed to care for him tonight and damn if you wanted to keep your promise real. Though you couldn’t stand much further from the bed without having to hold onto something because damn did he fuck up your ability to use your legs. Your thighs trembled like you’d just ran a marathon, and the sight had you and Bucky stifling out a laugh because of the way he’d fucked you sore.

Your husband sighed before sitting up, easing the tense muscles of his neck before gathering all of his left energy to meet you by the end of the mattress. He looked like a masterpiece in all of his glory, chiselled body with the mix of your arousal coating his soft dick, running all the way down his toned thighs.

“Sorry. It was supposed to be me cleaning you up, not the other way around,” his smile fell at the sound of your dejected tone, sounding like you were genuinely sad that you weren’t going to be the one taking care of him. Instead you felt guilty, because he came back home so spent and you wanted nothing more than to help him relax and take care of him. Instead he’d spent half the night fucking you and now he had to carry you to the bathroom.

“It’s okay darling, I don’t mind really. Plus unlike somebody I can actually make use of my legs.” he joked, coming up from behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders. His eyes bore through the mirror as he took in your body, baby blue iris filled with adoration as he stared at you like you meant the world to him. And you did.

Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes from trailing downwards onto the mess that dribbled from your cunt and down your legs, wanting undeniably to fuck you more until it became nothing but a creamy mess between your thighs. If you’d allow him tomorrow, he’d be sure to make that become reality.

“I wanted this night to be about you, I wanted you to be able to relax but of course it ended up with you pounding me sore.” you voiced out your sorrows to your husband, and he didn’t miss the way you tried to soften the self-blow with a slight joke at the end. Though he’d taken none of it, his hands were pulling at your shoulders for you to turn around to face him.

“It’s okay malyshka we can always relax after this. I’ll take a day off tomorrow and we’ll lay lazily in bed while Steve runs the mob for a day. How’s that sound to you?” his thumb ran loving circles into your cheeks as he held your face in between his huge palms. You couldn’t deny him when he looked at you with those adorable eyes of his, so a silent nod of your head is what he’d received.

Needless to say that you’d both quickly fallen into slumber once the now clean and more than tired you had made contact with the soft mattress. Limbs all entangled in a mess with the bed sheets, the late wake at 11am was exactly what you’d needed. Needless to say once more, that once you’d agreed to let Bucky fuck you senseless again, he make sure to keep his promise and stuff you full until your thigh became home to nothing else but a frothy mess.

this isn’t proof read because who tf has the time?

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Jenny was a cheerleader at your school and, maybe it was the uniform, you thought she was cute. And she was, but a lot of guys were a little uneasy around her since she wore diapers, pigtails and came across as a little childish. Not that she minded. Clearly, she was at ease in her own skin and this had actually prevented her from becoming bullied or a social pariah. Always bubbly, always brushing it off with a shrug. So no one bothered her. Like most young women her age, she went to parties, kissed boys and hung out with her girlfriends. Most of those friends being cheerleaders themselves. You talked to her from time to time since you shared classes, and at lunch you observed her eating with her friends. Ok, fine it was a little stalker-ish, but you were trying to gather the courage to go talk to her. As always, she unpacked her pink lunchbox. It had Disney princesses on it which you’d think would get her some teasing, but no one bothered her about it either. She pulled out a sandwich neatly cut in triangles, some apple quarters and a juice box. As she was surrounded by friends, you thought better than to ask her out. When, maybe half an hour later, you found her alone at her locker, you actually did manage to walk up to her.

“Hey.”

“Hi!”

Following this incredible conversation, an awkward silence began since you hadn’t really thought about what to say.

“I think it’s great you wear diapers.” Her smile sort of froze, unsure whether this was a compliment or you were trying to make fun of her.

“Thank you.” She said extremely drawn out.

“I meant, I think you look cute. And diapers are cute, right?”

Her eyes went from panic-stricken to mischievous.

“Right.” she went. She took a step towards you. Her forehead was a few inches from your lips and she looked up right in your eyes. “So you think I’m cute?”

“Yes.”

“And you like that I wear diapers?”

“Yes.”

“I think we’ll be friends. Wanna come to my house tonight?”

A proposition that made you instantly flush.

“Yes.”

“Great! See you on the bus.”

Which is how you found yourself in the aisle seat of a bus going the other way from your house, next to a very pretty girl in pigtails and a diaper who had her pink backpack and pink lunchbox on her knees.

“This is where we get off.”

Strangely, a middle-aged woman was waiting just outside the bus.

“Mommy!” Jenny screamed as she went down the steps and jumped in her mother’s arms.

“Hello.” you said.

“Why, hello. Jenny, is that a friend of yours?” Jenny nodded.

The walk was short, but very weird. Your date was holding her mother’s hand throughout and when she overtook you to open the front door, you realized Jenny wasn’t wearing the jeans and t-shirt she had been wearing earlier. She was in her cheerleading uniform and it was a very short skirt. In fact, you could peek at her diaper. Which, yes, you did do. It was especially hard to avoid looking when Jenny removed her light pink Velcro shoes while flashing her padded bottom.

“Mommy, we’ll be upstairs.”

“Ok, sweetheart.”

This is going well...and all happening very quickly. Frankly, you thought you were going to go to town right away.

As you followed her upstairs, you noticed that a teddy bear had appeared in her right hand. When you stepped into her room you saw how childish, no, babyish, it all was. Toys, stickers and patterns meant for toddlers. She turned her head towards you.

“You can close the door.”

You obeyed, but despite your raging hormones, you weren’t going to go further without some answers.

“Jenny, this is a little weird.”

“Yeah, like what?”

Already, she was on all fours on her bed and looking at you with the sweetest of faces.

“When did you change? When did you grab that teddy bear?”

“Oh, that’s just what happens when I get home!”

That wasn’t really an answer, you thought.

“Humm, okay. But jumping in your mother’s arm and all that…”

“I love my mommy. What’s wrong with that?”

“You still call her mommy?”

“Look, I brought you here because I thought you liked all that stuff.”

“I do, I do. Does it turn you on?”

“Big time.” she giggled

“Great! Great! Me too!”

“Aww, so you got a wittle cwush on baby me?” she kept giggling.

“Yeah. Hahaha…”

“Mr. Teddy say hi to the handsome young man. Do you want a Teddy too?

“I haven’t had one in a long time.”

“Yes, but do you want one?”

“There aren’t many guys my age who sleep with one.”

“Would you have a teddy if you were a little girl like me?”

“Ok, Jenny, this is kinda weird.

“I love sleeping with Teddy.”

“Ok, that’s nice.”

“Are you just here for bouncy-time?”

“For…? What?”

“Bouncy-time.” And to illustrate, she bounced on her bed. “Come on, if you wanna have bouncy-time it’s now ow newer.” she giggled again. She even wiggled her padded bottom for you.

“I’d love to.” you said as you approached her bed. “But I’d like some explanations”

She sighed heavily. “I become baby when I go home, what’s the pwoblem? Now get hewe while we can have fun-fun!”

“What do you mean?”

“I weg- I we- I gwow little.”

She stroked a pose while her thumb made its way into her mouth.

“Mmm. Mmm.” she hugged her teddy bear tightly and dry humped the bed.

“Alright, it’s kinda hot.” you said.

“You likey?” Her pitch had gotten higher too.

“Yes.”

“Cwome.”

You finally came to her and sat on the bed. Gently, you removed her skirt.

“You jelly of my skiwt?”

“It’s a pretty skirt. You look very cute in your outfit.”

“Do you wanna weaw diapies too?

“Sure, I’d love to try.”

“Would you be baby if you could?”

“I guess.”

“I was wike you befowe.”

“What?”

“I was a big boy.”

You stepped away from the bed.

“I’m not sure what you’re saying.”

“I wanted to be baby giwl. I woke up wike this one day. I had a new mommy and daddy.”

“And they take care of you?”

“Yesh.”

“Feed you, bathe you, everything?” She nodded.

“And your diapers, you can’t control yourself?”

“No. And I’m weally a giwl.”

“How long have you been like this?”

“Yeaws.”

“And you don’t…age?”

“I don’t twink so.”

You looked at her toys scattered around the room, her white diapers under her changing table.

“You say you can transform me?”

“Yesh.”

“What’s the catch?”

“It’s fowevew.”

“And you’d do this for me?”

“I wike diapie girls too.” she giggled again.

“No, no, I don’t think it’s a good idea. It’s tempting, but…I’d need to think this over.”

“It’s okway. You’ll love it. You don’t have to wemembew you wewe a big boy. Wook.”

Laying on her stomach, she reached for a toy hung on the wall. A toy piano of some kind. When she pressed the middle key, the world around you instantly went to black. And just as instantly, you woke up. You had died, you had been reborn. And now, you were to forever be just like Jenny.

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