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No new ep for THREE WEEKS! I'll be posting some unused caps in the meantime, and feel free to message if you have any requests!

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Action Over Words

A/N: G/N reader, hhhh hii. I'm offically on stress leave from my job and when that finishes I'm either getting put into an admin role or I'm resigning so there's that going on. :))) anyway (I’m fine btw) I changed up the position a little bit cause this totally gave me an exact image that has been stuck I’m my head for weeks since I got this request.

Word count:   3505

Warnings: NSFT, smut, semi public, caught, voyerisum

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Things weren’t very eventful around the base. Everyone continued their work as usual but you, however, were currently enjoying your free time. Legs up on Eliza’s lap, she didn’t care as you continued to play away on your phone. A grunt came from under you, not from your friend but from your lover who was on the other half of your seat. “Too heavy?” You asked without looking up from your phone.

“You are fine.” Shuhrat's voice was low while he read his book, hands rested over your body.

“‘Liza?”

“Hmm?” She looked up from her phone for a second. “Oh yeah, I don’t mind.” She waved you off with the back of her hand while the light hum of the television prevented any true silence. That hum was of course interrupted by the laughter of a small crowd of your fellow operatives. Pushing past a couple of men, Timur found his way to the four of you. His hair was rather damp and it was obvious that he had just come from the showers. A fact that was reflected by James and Seamus who were finishing their conversation in the doorway. It was apparent that Seamus had plans to go a different path and this is where they would split.

Annoyance was written on Shuhrat's face, already disturbed by the sound but he said nothing to change the matter. It was, after all, a room for everyone. “Hey Timur, training go well?” You leaned back, draped over the couch’s armrest.

“Could have been better.” He found his way to the free armchair and flopped down into it, tired. “Chul Kyung had his BOSG out today.”

“He get you?”

“Traded.”

“Rough, but hey, you learn more from your mistakes than your victories.” Your head tilted slightly towards him.

“That’s an interesting perspective.” Eliza pipped up from under you, eyes still on her phone in some important business.

“You disagree?” Timur leaned a little forward, his brow slightly raised at his question

“No.” Eliza hummed, flashing a look for a second. She opened her mouth to speak again but was promptly interrupted by James who had popped up next to you at the back of the couch. His wet hair dripped slightly on the couch and your eyes flashed over to him

“Ah, how's the quiet club going?” He laughed rather loudly.

“There's a reason why you're not part of the club.” You rolled your eyes.

“Ah sorry love, surprised your here though. Bright personality such as yourself.”

“I enjoy the company.”

“At what, you all just staring at your phone with a tv on that no one's watching?” You weighed your head at his doubtful face.

“Ah, yeah.” You grinned and he gave you a small huff.

“Well if you ever get bored the pair of us could go out, have some fun.”

“And pray tell, what's your definition of fun James?” His face lit up at the question and his tongue danced over his teeth.

“There's a theme park not too far from there, one way to get the blood going. I, of course, can think of more if you like.” He wiggled his brow a little which caused a small laugh to bubble under your breath.

“That sounds super exciting James.” He grinned and put his hands up for a moment. “But I think I get enough excitement from work. I think I’m happy just vibing in the quiet.” His face faltered at this and his shoulders dropped. “Perhaps you could take Max. He's into that sort.”

“Max would enjoy that.” Shuhrat who had been silently watching the interaction with Eliza and Timur finally spoke up. His voice was rather deeper than usual, dead serious. Determined to keep the peace, it was the only thing he could say. James’s eye line went past you to Shuhrat who shot daggers at the brit.

“Yeah, I’ll look into  that.” James lied.

-

In the comfort of the library, you had snuggled up in an armchair, book in hand. You had been there for a couple of hours undisturbed and at peace. “Good book?” A voice caused you to jump and you looked up to see James leaning on one of the bookcases.

“It's alright.” You put your thumb inside of it and folded the book closed on your lap. “Not sure if I will finish it but whatever.” His eyes flickered up from the book up to your face. “Something tells me you didn’t come here to talk about this mediocre novel.” He pushed off the bookcase and made his way over.

“I’ll cut to the chase, we both know there's something in between us?”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“Chemestry babe. How about you ditch Mr reckless and I can show you a time that you really deserve.”

“Mr reckless? That's rich coming from you James. What's in the canister hmm?”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” You rolled your eyes at this and leaned back in the armchair.

“I’m quite happy with Shuhrat. He's nice.”

“Come on” He threw his hands up. “Nice? Your settling for nice? How many years have you two been at it going nowhere? Nice doesn’t get anyone going. No one watches softcore and I think your the same.”

“You know when I picked this book up, I thought it had an interesting cover. Turns out it's pretty meh.” He cocked his brow as your focus was on examining the book. “Don’t judge a book by its cover I suppose.” Your eyes flashed to his and as you opened your mouth your eyes noticed something behind him. Rather someone. An unreliable expression was on Shuhrats face as his knuckles were completely white around the book in his hand.

His eyes met yours and it finally allowed him to snap out of the haze he had focused on James. You had no idea how long he had been standing there. Silent step by silent step, he made his way over to James. “Excuse me.” James practically shot into the air at Shuhrat's voices and he whipped around with wide eyes.

“Hey, Shuhrat how-”

“You're in front of the bookcase. I want to put my book back.” It wasn’t often that Shuhrat interrupted people.

“Oh, sure here.” James slid to the side to give your partner enough room. A thick tension had stolen the air but Shuhrat wouldn't do anything. He wasn't that type of person. Overall when it came to the bottom line, Shuhrat trusted you. All eyes were on him as his fingers brushed over the bookcase until he found what he was looking for. The well-read book came out with ease but he didn't take it out for himself. Step by step he slowly made his way over to you until he stopped, your eyes peering up at him.

"For you. I think you will enjoy it."

"Aww, thanks hun." Your face lit up as you took it from him. Shuhrat wouldn't start a fight with James. But he could keep any focus you had away from James and on him.

"It's one of the books Elias translated."

"Elias translates books?" Your brows rose.

"In his spare time. There's a few in the library, if you look inside the first page you should see his name." Lo and behold, at his instructions, you opened the book, your own book discarded, and there you spotted your friend's name in full.

"Huh. Wow, I had no idea, does anyone else have any cool hobbies like that that I don't know about."

"Marius restored the spit-fighters at Hereford."

"What really?" At your question, Shuhrat found the armchair next to you and sat down.

"Quite an impressive job he did as well…"

-

A creature of habit. That's what you were. It was a fact that both Shuhrat and James had picked up on. For the last three days, you had found comfort in the library. In the afternoon just after dinner, it was always empty and so you could find a resemblance of peace. One that James had started to join you on. Shuhrat had picked up on this. Snuggled up on the loveseat you noticed movement in the corner of your eye. “Hey, James.” You didn’t bother to look up from your book.

“Not James.” Your head snapped up at Shuhrat's voice and your lips parted in surprise.

“Oh! Sorry, I uh.” You looked away in embarrassment and cleared your throat. Recovering you gestured to the spot next to you with the side of your head. “Here to join me?”

“Yes.” Despite not having a book on his person, he sat down in the empty spot. Unlike him, his arm found its home around your shoulder. Not one to complain, you shifted your body so that your head rest more on his chest and shoulder, leg against his. Shuhrat normally wasn’t one to be so public with affection but your history in the location told you that it was extremely unlikely that one would come across the pair of you. The light pressure of Shurhat’s lips on your head had you let out a small hum before you tilted your face at him.

“Mmm, what got you such in an affectionate mood?” He looked away for a second at the question, his jaw slightly locked. A deep breath left his mouth before his head snapped back towards yours. The motion didn’t stop as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a rough colliding of lips. Eyes wide, you didn’t expect this from him but slowly melted into his touch. Only for a second did his lips separate from yours. “Mine.” Again he smashed his lips against yours for a messy fight of saliva. Shuhrat leaned over slightly, his hand meeting the thigh of yours that was furthest away from him.

A gasp left your lips as he grabbed onto it and with one swift movement he pulled you onto his lap in a straddle. The book fell from your hands as your hands instinctively shot out to his shoulders for support. “Shuhrat.” You managed to get out before his lips were against yours again. “What's got into you?” It wasn’t a complaint, not by a mile, but he was still acting different from usual.

“Sick of James.” A soft expression settled on your face and you leaned back away from Shuhrat. Your fingers found the sides of his face as you cupped his jaw in your hands.

“You know that I don’t care for him in that way right? That I wouldn’t ever even think of leaving you for him. You know that right?” Concern was written on your face as Shuhrats brows pulled back.

“Of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t tick me off.” Shuhrats arms came around your waist and pulled you forward on his lap so that your chest was pressed against his. “He seems to be the only one that doesn’t realise the situation at hand.” His grip on you tightened but not enough to hurt in any manner.

In an attempt to lighten his pissed-off mood, your hands slid from his face to hang behind his neck. “Oh? And what is the situation at hand Shuhrat?” Your purred out his name and licked your lips, still lightly tasting the remnants of his lips.

“That I take care of you.” He growled out, his lips back against yours in a matter of seconds. In a fury of messy kisses the pair of you were left breathless. Your fingers wove their way into his brown hair, tugging on the back of it for more. Shuhrats hands settled down on the side of your hip, slowly urging you to roll them against him. Testing the waters you started to grind against him, something so public unheard of by him.

Only ever in the privacy of his locked room and on the odd occasion in your own room, did he touch you so. With a tug of his hair, you pulled his face away to catch your breath. Yet his lips didn’t stop, nipping their way down your throat until he made a decent bike on the crook of your neck. Pain shot through you with a zap but quickly softened as his tongue danced over the ‘wound’ soothing it in the process. “I swear to god Shuhrat if you leave any marks I will cover them up with makeup if I had to.”

“Mmm.”

“It’s unprofessional.”

“So is riding me in the library.” Your body stopped its rocking motion in his lap…you weren't… “...Shuhrat…”

“If you don’t want to we don’t-”

“Your serious.” You breathed out and he leaned back in the loveseat.

“Dead.” He held your gaze while your blood raced, the pair of you had never done something so risky.

“Do you even have any….” Your voice trailed off as he fished out a small plastic bottle from his jumper.

“You planned this.”

“I try to plan most things I do.” Silence filled the air as the pair of you stared at each other, blinking. You opened your mouth to speak but shut it again a second later. Shuhrat watched you do this a couple of times before you stopped and then gave him a sultry side-eye. He held your gaze and a second later the pair of you burst into action. In a fury of rushed movements, Shuhrat helped you remove the hoodie of yours from your body before he slid open your buttoned shirt with ease.

Shuhrats lips latched onto your nipple, his hands palming your ass before he got a good handful. His name was a gasp on your lips as he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist automatically. A wet pop came from Shuhrat as his lips disconnected from your nipple, panting slightly as he carried you to the nearby desk. The cool touch of the wooden table seeped through your thin shirt as Shuhrat let go of you. Your eyes fell down to his belt that jingled slightly as he undid it with one hand, snaps of rough movements until he freed his cock. Hard from your grinding, he couldn’t deny there was a thrill at the thought of being caught. Especially by him.

With a quick fumbling of your jeans, you managed to partially shove them down before Shuhrat helped with the rest and completely removed them from you. Nocking your jandals off in the process, your jeans fell to the ground and Shuhrat popped open the lid of lube. Not caring about where the lube got, he coated both hands before he hooked your legs up to his shoulders.

Two fingers breached you rather quickly, far more quickly than he had in the past. Always one to be rather slow, it wasn’t often that he made haste. An admittedly pathetic whine echoed from your lips as he stretched you open, your head falling back on the desk while your fingers scratched the desk. Shuhrats fingers curled and stretched your entrance in preparation for him. A light slap on your ass had you jump slightly, mouth gaping open. It was the only warning you gained before he aligned himself and pushed in with the quietest of groans.

A few curses left his mouth under his breath and you weren't sure what he said, you just knew it wasn’t in English. His cock filled up you in all your entirety as he started to slam into you. His hair was slightly damp and moved with his body. Shuhrats fingers dug into your skin with one thing on his mind. Claiming you. Reduced to light babbles, your words were a mix of praises and begs, urging him to continue his rough and fast pace.

The slapping of his skin hitting yours stopped for a second and your voice was a protest when he suddenly pulled himself from you. Your cries were ignored as he pushed your legs from his shoulders only to flip you over. With your face pressed against the table, you had a perfect few of the narrow passageway that lead to the library entrance. A sigh of relief fell from your lips when Shuhrat entered you once again. The new position gave him an easy grip on the desk. Leaning over you, his chest met your back. “Mine.” He hissed in your ear, slamming into you without mercy.

“Fuck! Shuhrat.” He slapped a hand over your mouth, his arm curled around so your head lay on it instead of the desk.

“Quiet. Don’t want to let the entire base know how good I’m fucking you.” His voice was a purr in your ear causing you to whimper into his hand. “Unless that's what you want? Perhaps people will learn who you belong to.”

Lost in his overwhelming presence and pleasure you didn’t notice at first when the door opened despite looking straight at it. Frozen in place James started at you slack-jawed while Shurhat nailed you to the table. To get your partner's attention, you bit down against his hand in instinct he moved it down slightly. “Door.” You managed to get out, despite it ending up as a moan. Shuhrats eyes went in the same direction as yours. Just in time to see the book in James’s hand fall to the ground. One you had recommended to him. If it had been anyone else, anyone else, Shuhrat would have felt embarrassed. He would have stopped. Apologised in shame even.

But it wasn’t just anyone. It was James.

So, he fucked you harder.

Without his hand, there was nothing but your own will to stop your little whines while James stared, watching. “Shuhrat, please. Fuck, I’m so close.” You whimpered out, despite of your audience.

“Whos making you feel like this?” The question lay unanswered for a moment but at the threat of him slowing down you quickly answered.

“Y-you are.”

“Mmmm, you can do better. Whos making you feel like this?”

“You Shuhrat, you are, oh my god.”

“Can anyone else make you feel this good? Know your body as I do?”

“No, no one can. Shuhrat please can I-”

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” His hard thrusts were in time to his hips, eyes on your face. Jaw locked as he held you right on the very edge.

“You! Shuhrat you!”

“Good, now cum for me.” At his permission, you finally let go. Your eyes were on James’s as you melt into the table. Body like jelly, your lips parted and you practically drooled onto the table. Mind empty, pleasure consumed your core to the point where your head spun. A small moan left your lips as he pulled himself from you. Despite not meeting his peak, he was done here.

Motionless, you didn’t even try to move when Shuhrat pulled from you, your legs coated in your cum. He was quick to pull his pants up. Over your shoulder you watched him. Only when you saw the knife be produced from his pants did you snap out of your sex haze. He flipped it around once before gaining a good grip on it. With your trained eyes, you watched as he sent it flying through the air. It made a solid thunk in the wall next to James’s head. The threat of death, shocked him out of his frozen state and with wide eyes, his eyes flickered from yours to Shuhrats for a second. Then he was gone. In a quick dash, he made his exit, knowing his stay was long past its welcome.

“Voyer.” Shuhrat spat under his breath, he had noticed the hard-on that James had been sporting. “Perhaps he has learnt not to touch someone that isn’t his.” Your lover helped you up and into your jeans, your face cringing as you covered the liquids on your legs. Despite his voice being focused on James’s ‘interruption’, his focus was on you as he helped you back into your hoodie. “Let's get you cleaned up in my room.” He placed a kiss on your cheek as your eyes flickered to the knife embedded in the wall. In a way, the thought made your cheeks heat up a bit.

“Perhaps we could continue in your shower.” You quietly said when he lead you by your hand. He cocked his brows up before the side of his lips curled him. The hand in your hand tightened while he pulled you along. The knife was ripped out of the wall and tucked back into the sheath in his pants.

“Let's make that perhaps a definite.”

[theaaung]

Amplop Biru Muda(h)

Sudah setahun rasanya, aku menjadi penonton setia Instagram Story Nara, gadis yang aku temui tanpa sengaja di nikahan temanku, memberiku amplop kosong karena pada saat itu aku kelihatan seperti orang bingung akibat kecerobohanku, lupa membeli amplop dan bertemu lagi di aplikasi dating app.

Kala itu, aku baru saja putus dan iseng mendownload dating app untuk sekadar hiburan. Hitung-hitung mencari teman ngobrol. Lucunya aku bertemu Nara disana, kita berbincang banyak. Perihal pekerjaan barunya sebagai staff admin di sebuah kantor Notaris serta aku yang lagi sibuk-sibuknya menyusun rencana kerja untuk satu tahun kedepan. Hingga menceritakan hobi masing-masing dan menjelaskan mengapa kucing kampung suka tidur gaya ayam dibandingkan kucing ras yang lebih suka selonjoran seenak jidatnya. Aku merasa, aku dan Nara adalah dua insan manusia yang ditakdirkan bersama.

Tak terasa, perkenalan ini sudah terjalin selama 2 bulan, dan aku baru sempat merencanakan pertemuan dengannya. Di sebuah kafe fancy di kota ini dan di malam minggu pula janjiannya. Pukul 7 aku sudah menanti kehadiran Nara disana, melihat orang yang masuk kedalam kafe tempat aku janjian ini. Ku lihat ada seorang gadis menggunakan setelan dress biru muda terlihat bingung dan memerhatikan gawainya, tak lama gawaiku berdering. Ternyata, Nara jauh lebih cantik dari apa yang aku bayangkan.

"Abang dimana?"

"Di dekat kasir, Ra"

"Oke, Nara pesan minuman dulu"

Aku gemetaran setengah mati menahan malu, bertemu dengan orang yang selama ini aku kenal secara daring dan kini visualnya bisa aku saksikan secara langsung. Nara menghampiriku dan memperkenalkan dirinya secara langsung.

"Bang Wildan ya? Aku Nara"

"Oh iya, saya Wildan. Duduk lah Nara"

"Abang udah lama disini?"

"Ah ngga juga, baru sampai ni"

"Tapi kopinya udah setengah tuh hahaha"

"Ini karena kopi nya enak, mau cobain?"

Obrolan kami asik hingga tak terasa, kafe tempat kita ketemuan ini akan segera tutup. Lalu kami memutuskan untuk pindah lokasi ke tempat pecel ayam kesukaanku. Disana kami kembali berbincang dan sedikit tahu kebiasaannya. Nara tidak suka timun namun suka sekali pedas, sedangkan aku pemakan segalanya haha. Tak terasa jam sudah menunjukkan pukul 12 malam, kita berpisah dan memutuskan untuk berjumpa lagi kembali.

Nara, gadis bintang Sirius. Itulah nama yang kuberi untuknya. Saking bersinarnya ia di mataku, akupun menyadari satu hal kalau kita tidak bisa bersama, apapun yang terjadi. Aku mencari tahu sedikit latar belakang Nara, ia terlahir dari keluarga yang terpandang, lulusan dari kampus terbaik serta berpemikiran luas. Sedangkan aku, hanya pria biasa yang mendampingi dia pun tidak bisa. Dan fakta lainnya, mantan kekasih Nara masih ada dihidupnya, ia belum selesai dengan masa lalunya sendiri.

Aku menyadari satu hal, aku yang mulai jatuh hati lagi setelah mengalami patah hati, harus mulai patah hati lagi sebelum memulai. Dunia yang aku anggap sama dengannya, harus terbentang tembok yang luar biasa tingginya. Dan pada akhirnya aku pun menyerah dan memilih mundur perlahan dari Nara. Aku menerima tawaran HRD ku untuk pindah ke devisi baru yang mengharuskanku pindah juga dari kota ini dan Nara. Malam sebelum aku berangkat aku menyempatkan diri untuk bertemu dengan Nara dan memberinya 'kenang-kenangan'

"Maaf ya, Nara. Abang mendadak ngasi tahunya"

"Haduh, gapapa sih bang. Paling disini Nara kesepian lagi. Kan kemarin-kemarin abang selalu ada untuk Nara"

"Ya, mau gimana lagi kan? Nara maaf ya kalau selama ini abang gak jujur. Abang sebenarnya sayang sama Nara, tapi abang gak bisa sama-sama dengan Nara"

"Nara paham kok bang, karena perbedaan latar belakang kita kan? Nara tahu kok tanpa perlu abang jelaskan. Karena dari dulu masalahnya cuma disini doang. Ortu hanya suka dan percaya sama Roni, Nara gak dibolehin bawa cowok lain selain Roni. Egois ya, Nara bang?"

"Ya mau gimana lagi, abang juga gak bisa memaksakan sesuatu diluar kendali abang. Hati-hati ya, Nara. Abang berangkat besok pagi"

"...."

"Nara?"

Nara menangis tanpa bersuara.

Pagi dihari keberangkatanku, ada pesan masuk dari Nara. Singkat tapi membuatku sadar, kalau apapun yang aku lihat cocok belum tentu bisa bersama.

"Take Care, ya bang! See you"

Pesannya hanya ku baca. Aku menaiki pesawat dan ketika penerbangan akan segera berangkat, aku memutar lagu yang membuatku mengingat Nara serta kenangan bersamanya.

Setahun sudah berlalu dan kini ku lihat, Nara sudah menikah dengan Roni. Aku mengaku kalah, dan pilihan yang tepat juga aku lari darinya.

[adhonoremrp]

due to mun decision, the following characters have been dropped or retired. please unfollow:

valerie petrov

calista travers

sebastian laviscount

stella levitt

araminta valentine

nimue mackenna

sorina rosales

leilani ishikawa

estrella norwood

theodora zabini

petra ulvehud

celeste thornton 

ava davudi

jaya-lyla flores

inala greentree

delilah hawthorne

sadly we are saying goodbye for now to our wonderful admin Jaime. there are no words to properly encapsulate what you’ve meant to our entire group. we have loved having you with us, and you will always have a place here if you wish to return! good luck on all your future projects and thank you for all the time you shared with us already.

additionally, please also unfollow:

walter shafiq

charity burbage

greta catchlove

aurelie dumont

algilbert fontaine

dolores umbridge

kassandre fairchild

kyung-sam lee

rishan amin

the taken fc list has been updated to reflect the changes above!

[jojal-jojalkorean]

Ilwol Obongdo, painting only for the king (일월오봉도)

Ilwol obongdo is a folding screen depicting the five mountain peaks, the sun, the moon, and pine trees that were placed on the back of the royal palace in the Joseon dynasty. It is called many names, Ilwol Obongbyeong, Ilwol Oakdo, and Ilwol Konryundo. Kim Hongdo, one of the most famous artists in Korea, drew it. It was painted with a portrait of King Sejong on the front of the 10000 won. Ilwol Obongdo is not only a symbol of the kingship, but was created with the intention of wishing for the people’s peace of mind. Ilwol Obongdo, this symbolic meaning is said to be interpreted as an expression of a poem called Cheonbo in Sikyung, the ancient truth of Confucian scriptures. This poem is about praising the virtue of the king and praying for the blessing of heaven and ancestors to the king. There is the moon on the left, and the sun on the right in Ilwol Obongdo. It consists of the mountain of five peaks where two streams of waterfall flow. And a pine tree painted at the front. The feature of this painting is a ‘left-right symmetry’ that gives a very majestic feeling. The fact that the sun and the moon are hung in the sky at the same time does not symbolize the coexistence of day and night, but is said to mean plus and minus, the principles of the sky. In addition, the sun and moon means jagangbulsik, meaning that you do not rest on your own. The meaning of the five peaks has a variety of meanings. It means the five elements inuiyejisin-benevolent, righteous, wise, and trustworthy- or the east, west, south, north, and center, and expresses the five famous mountains in Korea. The two pairs of pine trees means the existence that connects the earth and the sky. The red color is red pine, which was considered the most sacred and precious among pine trees. The part of the land has a shape of continuous clouds, and 70% represents Korea, a mountainous area. It was always behind the king, and when he died, it was also buried. And when there is only Ilwol Obongdo, it is not a completed painting, but only when the king sits to make Ilwol Obongdo.

(출처: 한국민족문화대백과사전)

-Written by Admin Kyung

-Edited by Admin Yu

[dailyyooniex2]

Posters for “Train”

(source~)

[fy-pyojihoon]

pyojihoon_official 듬직한 우리 블락비 형아들이 

와줘서 지훈이가 신났어요~ 

일부러 노란색 배경에서 

찍고 싶다고 했다네요~ ^^ #비범은어디에 #무자비

[incorrectk-popquotes]

the letter by harmonics

Already know it: Yes | Kinda | No

Stan the group/person: Yes | Kinda | Workin on it | No

Bopability: Rainy Day Song | Sunday Morning Drive | Everyday Listening | Friday Night Drive | Closet Rave

Thotiness: Jeongin | Sehun | Hoshi | Taemin | Jay Park

MV Aesthetic: Selfcam MV | Teenager Performance Video (Got7) | Simon Says (NCT) | Always You (Astro) | Spring Day (BTS) | N/A

Comments: This is a really good snowy day song (aka I just stood at my window with a cup of coffee watching the cars and the snow and the song fit so well)

Send in a song and we will rate it! GAME IS NOW OVER!!!

[minimultiestfandoms]

!GOSSiPGiRLS Kei!

OC MASTERLISTS

GOSSiPGiRLS MASTERLIST

!The CHARCTERS WRITEN ARE MINE BUT PICTURES USED ARE NOT MINE AND GO TO THERE RIGHTFULL OWNERS!

Stage Name: Kei (케이)

Birth Name: Haraiko Keiko (はらいこけいこ)

Korean Name: Hwang Kyung Hee (황경희)

Position: Rapper, Lead Dancer

Birthday: January 8, 1999

Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Age: 22

Nationality: Japanese

Siblings: Haraiko Mina (Older sister), Haraiko Yura (Older sister), Kaito and Katashi Haraiko (Twin Brothers: Youtubers)

Blood type: O

Height: 165 cm (5′5″)

Weight: 47 kg (104 lbs)

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Vampire Style with Block B’s Kyung (Requested by @sujuloverlella) -Admin Chocolat

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Master List

FICTION, FICTION~ ((updated 1/2/2023.))

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Admin R’s Stories

VIXX

Leo

Tomorrow*

Have Yourself a Merry Leo Christmas*

Ravi

Sniffs

Hongbin

Burnt Cookies*

Ken

Anatomy Lesson*

N

Clubbing*

Welcome Home*

Optional Bias

Day Off*

Big Bang

T.O.P

Hot Water* 1 2 3*

Daesung

I’m not an Ahjumma

Ride-jumma’s Return

G-Dragon

Guyliner Part 3

Block B

Taeil

Toto

Jaehyo

Pre-release

Kyung

Jealousy at its Greasiest

P.O

Day at the Beach

Winner

Jinwoo

Saranghaeyo

Mino

The Duck Song

Caged*

BTS

Jongkook

Varsity

Restored

J-Hope

Dirty Dancer*

Jin

Because I Love You

Noona*

Jimin

Jiminie Babo

Carousel

Rap Monster

Late*

V

Arcade

Suga

AISH!

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Admin O’s Stories

Block B

Zico

The Chase 1 (discontinued)

Jealous*

B-Bomb

Boy Next Door* 1  2*

Treasure* 1 2* 3*

Kyung

Sweet

VIXX

Hongbin

Droid

Salted Caramel

Ravi

Dented Cans

Happy New Year*

Chocolate and Champagne*

Royal Counsel  1  2  3  4  5  6 7 8  9  10 11  12  13 14  15  16  17  18

Hyuk

Arranged*

Too Hot*

Foreign

Grown*

Leo

Just Business* 1 2*

Hot Enough*

Angel*   Demon*

Shall I Compare Thee

Bangtan Boys

Rap Monster

Expensive Girl* 1 2* 3*

Jin

I’m Sick*   2*  3* Epilogue

Needing You*

J-Hope

Sleep Talk

Bastarz

Bastards 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11  Epilogue

Unhonest Work

F(x)

Victoria with appearances by VIXX Leo and Winner Mino

Witch Cafe Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 (discontinued)

One Shots

VIXX

Bratty Smut - N  Leo  Hyuk  Ravi  Ken  Hongbin

Optional Bias

Tethered (angst)

Enough

Sunsets

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Collabs between Admin R and Admin O

Bangtan Boys

Jin

Cookie Art

BigBang

G-Dragon

Guyliner  Part 2

VIXX

Leo

Mayfair

Block B

Taeil

Sunshine 1  2  3* 4*

[aphrodite1288]

Okay since I received like 10 asks and like 13 DMs about this I decided that being the nonsocial introvert freak that I am I can't really talk in DMs, and I'm very bad with answering the asks as you can see I'm not as fun as the other admins, haha but to answer the question for once and for all, yes jongin actually posted two pictures of that day and no kyung-soo was not on the pictures of course and yes Soo was there and let me break it up to you and that's going to make you all happy! Yes! Soo actually took them yay🥳🎉👏🏽 It just means a lot to me as well, since maybe I'm the only one in the world beside the girl who took the pictures and saw them that day, who saw the pics of KD from that day 1 year before they were posted by Ji, so it really means a lot to me to be able to share this memory with them even though they don't know, and that's why I made the promise to not reveal anything about it, I'm just keeping it as private as possible that's why I'm not sharing any further detail and I really want you all to forgive me for that but it was really a special day to them and I didn't want to take that away from them, but hey here's the thing to cheer you up! Ji actually still keeps the picture for over 2 years now it's still there so it really means a lot to him and let's all think about this, maybe that is not the only picture that kyung Soo has taken ? 🤷🏽‍♀️ I'm sure every picture Ji posted has a beautiful story behind it, like guys can you just imagine ? think about it, it is going to blow your minds.

@Admin_Fallone

[daebakinc]

Waking the Neighbors

Pairing: Park Kyung x Reader Genre: SMUT Word Count: 1.6K

~Admin V

             Kyung snored soundly next to you. You envied him. He could always fall asleep so quickly. Not you. You had to relive your worst childhood memories, or think about what you wanted to do the next day, and remember if you knew all the lyrics to the Pokemon theme song.

             You rolled over again and flipped your pillow to the cool side. Kyung grumbled and rolled so his arm draped over you. He murmured in his sleep. That position was only comfortable for a few minutes before you spun and faced him. You were shocked to see his eyes open and looking at you.

             “Why are you still awake?”

             You sighed. “I don’t know. I really don’t want to be.”

             “Just close your eyes.”

             “Easy for you to say. You apparently have no cares in the world and can just pass out on command.”

             “Years of being an idol. You sleep when you can.”

             You heard a noise from the neighboring apartment.

             “Sounds like you’re not the only one who can’t sleep.”

             Another sound broke through the wall, and this time it was very clearly a woman moaning in pleasure.

             Kyung instantly looked at you with a mischievous grin. “Oh. They’re definitely not sleeping.”

             “Must you be such a perv?”

             “Are you saying it doesn’t turn you on to hear,” right on que another moan sounded, “that.”

             “Are you saying it turns you on?”

             He looked at you pointedly. “We both know the answer to that question. Now answer mine.”

           The next moan was longer. “Maybe,” you answered.

           Kyung chuckled. “We could add to the noise. Make pleasure sounds of our own.”

           “Oh my god. You’re insatiable.”

           “But you already knew this. Besides, cumming might help you fall asleep.”

           You hated giving him the satisfaction of knowing he was right, but another moan seeped through the wall and it was rather sexy. “Fine.”

           Kyung immediately threw off the sheets and bounced off the bed. He took his pillow and made you put it under your hips so they were lifted. “You’re not worried I might leave a love stain on it?”

           He gave you another mischievous smirk.

           “You’re twisted.”

           He pulled down your pajama pants and panties. He made himself comfortable between your legs and looked up at you.

           “Seeing how wet you are from listening to the neighbors, so are you.”

           Damn his smug little face. You didn’t answer and just watched what he was about to do. He held your thigh and placed a kiss on it. Then another and another. It was a soft touch against your delicate skin, but it felt so hot under the heat of his lips. Each kiss had you making small gasps.

           “You’re gonna need to be louder than that, baby, if you want the neighbors to hear us, too.”

           “They don’t need to hear us, Kyung.”

           “There’s not fun in that.” He dropped his mouth back over your inner thigh and started sucking on the skin. That got a louder mewl from you.

           You could feel his smile, but he didn’t stop. He switched from sucking to kissing until his mouth moved closer to between your legs. But you knew he wouldn’t give into your need so fast.

           As you suspected, he wanted to continue teasing and moved to your opposite thigh giving it the same treatment. First kisses, then sucking, the switching between the two until your moaning reached its highest volume with just those touches. He lifted to look in your eyes then between your legs. He licked his lips then dove in, tongue lapping at your entrance and tracing up to your clit.

           The whimper that left you was much louder than either of you were expecting. Kyung looked up, shock clearly in his eyes, but pride was on his mouth. “They definitely heard that.”

           “Are you going to think of the neighbors or are you going to make me cum?”

           His smirk turned into a wicked smile. He went back down, again, tongue core to clit.

           You were able to control this cry better, but not by much. Kyung unquestionably knew that teasing you made you the whiniest.

           He did one more lick then focused on your clit. He sucked the hard bud into his mouth.

           You heard yourself echo. You reached down to him to grab his hair, but he reached for you hand first and held onto it. He didn’t want you to try and control any of the movements.

           “Please, Kyung?”

           He stopped his ministrations. “If I give you any control you’ll expect what happens and not be as loud.”

           “Why does it matter how loud I am? They’ve heard by now at least.”

           He crawled up over you, his face inches from yours. “But now it’s a game. To see how loud I can make you.”

           “You’re ridiculous.”

           “Pretty sure it’s a key reason to why you love me.”

           “Or I’m just an idiot.”

           “My idiot.”

           You rolled your eyes.

He lifted your arms and removed your shirt. “Turn on your side, baby.”

“Can I have a kiss?”

“You won’t be loud if I’m swallowing your moans.”

“Just one?”

He bent down, his lips a breath away from yours. “No.”

You pouted, but Kyung lifted off the bed again. He patted the side of your butt so you would roll over as requested and he pulled the pillow from beneath you.

There was a shadow from where he tossed his pants and soon you heard the sound of him ripping the condom wrapper.

He climbed back into bed and he pressed his chest against your back. His arm snaked between you and the mattress and it rested on your tummy. “Lift your leg for me.” He held onto your outer leg as you did what he asked, and without warning he pushed into you. Kyung laughed. “That was the loudest one yet.”

“Well fuck, you could’ve given me a heads up.”

“Still no fun in that.” He pumped at a leisurely pace. His mouth found your neck and he left wet kissed, making a trail.

You gasped every time he pushed into you, but you needed more.

“Kyung,” you whined.

He moved his lips to your earlobe. His hand found its way from your belly down among your folds and pressed against your clitoris. With two fingers he traced a circle over it.

That elicited more cries of pleasure. However, he wasn’t speeding up in his pace in either thrusting or rubbing you.

“Can you go faster?”

He tugged on your earlobe. “No.”

You whimpered again.

Kyung surprised you though when he switched the direction of his circling fingers. Your body jerked at the sudden change and you had no doubt other neighbors probably heard you at this point.

His lips went back to your neck, starting on a hickey now.

The teasing worked to his advantage because even at the sensually slow place, you felt your orgasm building up. He switched the direction of rubbing you again which made you jolt once more. You could feel his need growing as well as he squeezed the thigh he was holding.

“You’re getting close,” he whispered in your ear. “You’re getting tighter around me.” He suddenly slammed in you harder than before, a louder whimper breaking from your lips.

���P-please Kyung. Go faster for the climax.”

His teeth nibbled on the outer shell of your ear. “No.” He changed his rubbing direction again. He made maybe two circles then switched quickly back.

You practically screamed. He changed direction again after only a short time, and the next time he did it you shook with your orgasm.

He pumped faster as he rode out your climax until you felt him shuddering behind you and then his release.

You whimpered again when he pulled out and dropped your thigh. The only sounds you could hear now were both of you panting.

Kyung kissed your shoulder. “Told you it would be fun.”

“Yeah,” you were still catching your breath. You turned to lie on your back.

“Let me clean up, baby. I’ll be back with a warm wash cloth.”

“Nooooooo,” you whined. “You’re not nice when you do that. You always tease and be a little rough over the sensitive areas.”

“What if I promise to be a good boy and not do that?”

You scoffed. “Your word means nothing to me.”

He chuckled. “What if I promise and seal it with a kiss?”

You pretended to consider this. “Maybe.”

Kyung knelt at your side. He continued his game and made you wait for his lips to even come close to yours. They were light when they pressed against yours. When he parted them, it made your lips part as well. You took in his breath, his scent. His tongue poked from his mouth and into yours and you lost all control.

You laced your fingers into his hair and pulled him closer to you. You tasted him and swallowed his moan.

He broke the kiss, and both of you were a little breathless. “Maybe we should just skip cleanup and start on round two.”

You nodded. “Yeah, round two can be good. No contest this time for how loud I can be. I want all of you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Although,” you smirked. “We could see how loud I can make you this time.”

“Ha. I’ll never be as loud as you.”

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Park?”

“Not at all. Just fact,”

You reached under him to the fleshy area between his manhood and ass.

Kyung gasped.

“Even if I give special attention to this spot?”

“I guess we’ll find out. Round two it is.”

[jojal-jojalkorean]

Korean traditional poem, Sijo(시조)

Sijo is Korea’s representative formal poem. Appeared in the middle of Corea, the form itself began to develop at the end of Corea, and in the Joseon dynasty, it became fashionable to sing the song like a relaxed song by adding a rhythm to this sijo without accompaniment. Its basic form consists of 3 chapters, 6 phrases and 45 characters. The 3 chapters are called Chojang (the first length), Jungjang (the middle length), and Jongjang (the end length) respectively. Each chapter has 3434 3434 3543 words, but there may be a difference by one or two letters. What must be observed is that the first note (first phrase) of the final chapter must be three letters. Sijo can be divided into three types: Pyeongsijo, Saseolsijo, and Eotsijo.

Pyeongsijo is a work that correctly obeys the basic form. An example work is Jeong Mongju’s Dansimga.

이 몸이/ 죽고 죽어/ 일백 번/ 고쳐 죽어

(This body dies, dies, heals 100 times, dies)

백골이/ 진토 되어/ 넋이라도/ 있고 없고

(The white bone becomes mud and dirt, and there is no soul)

임 향한/ 일편단심이야/ 가실 줄이 이시랴

(It is a one-sided feeling towards you. Do you think it will disappear?)

(/ means the part that reads it off)

Saseolsijo is a form that keeps the basics of the Pyeongsijo and extends each chapter, Chojang remains the same, and Jungjang or Jongjang, or both are expanded, or sometimes the sentence structure is repeated. In the late Joseon Dynasty, it is presumed to be popularized as it is also popular with rich farmers and wealthy merchants. 

Eotsijo keeps 3 chapters and 6 phrases, but one part is stretched. An example work is ‘The fish in the front pond’

앞 못에 든 고기들아 누가 너를 몰아다가 넣었기에 들어 있느냐

(Fish in the front pond, who took you and put it in?)

북해의 맑은 연못을 어디 두고 이 못에 와 들었느냐

(Where did you leave the clear pond in the North Sea, and did you come to the pond?)

들고도 나오지 못 하는 정은 너나 나나 다를 것이 있겠느냐

(Is there anything different between you and me than the ones that can’t come out even when you carry them?)

If you observe that the first syllable in the end is 3 notes, you can write Sijo. How about writing a sijo?

-Written by Admin Kyung

-Edited by Admin Yu