#iz days of christmas day 7

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Give me your best minju femdom

just how much are you willing to give for a dream that big?

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 7 - Kim Minju

IZ*ONE's Kim Minju x Male Reader Smut

7,397 words

Categories | dominant_curator!Minju x aspiring_artist!you; mommy kink; MINJU LIKES BEING CALLED DADDY; degradation; #DomJu; femdom

Content warning | pegging, SLIGHT DUB-CON, harsh criticism/insults from Minju

You asked for it.

"I'll think about it."

Four words. Four words that are designed to make it seem that there's still a possibility lingering here, but actually pose a definite answer: no. And you would have believed in a potential answer of yes if it weren't for the curator's amused smile as you exhibit your artworks to her. There's no chance anymore; just by looking at her pink lips, you know what she actually means.

Your whole world falls apart. There's your hope, there's your lifelong dream, all cut into hopeless little fragments on the ground. And all you can think is: why? You've worked so hard for this. You've taken so many classes, so many days of coaching and endless painting. It's a difficult world out there, but you are certain that you deserve better than a " I'll think about it."

You deserve to have your painting in the country's biggest gallery. You deserve the recognition, the praise, everything. But the curator of this museum isn't quite convinced, and although she doesn't say it directly, her bored eyes say it all. To her, you're just another artist with a superiority complex, just another artist she can reject and move on without.

Even her quirked lips tell you that she's unimpressed. Probably even disgusted. How dare a niche artist like you demand to come to her personally and ask to have this... art—(if she can even call it that)—displayed?

Her heels clack on the marble museum floor as she runs her fingers along the frames of your paintings. "Honey," she says, testily, throwing you an amused glance, "this isn't even Picasso level talent. And, in case you don't know, Picasso was a pretty shit artist."

You're taken aback by plenty of factors in that condescending statement, because for one, Picasso was an excellent painter. He's your role model in the world of painting and the medium of art itself. You've visited museums in places you aren't even remotely interested in staying just to see his art in person. Hell, you took classes to be able to replicate his abstract style. How dare this woman speak of him as if he weren't one of the biggest names in art? How dare she? You bet that she probably doesn't know how to name any painting besides Starry Night.

"This one"—and then Minju reaches her bare arm, exposed by the loss of a sleeve attached to her black turtleneck top, to glaze her fingers across one of your pieces—"is probably my least favorite. It's rushed, it's not even colorful enough to attract attention. Not even gray enough to capture a sad mood."

How many pointed bullets has she shot at you this afternoon? You're losing count. "Well," you answer, quite shaken, "I don't believe in colors very much. It's the drawing that should matter. You see—"

"I don't want nor care enough to hear about your nerdy art bullshit."

The umpteenth bullet. It strikes your heart right through the core, and through the flat of your back. You take two steps backward for a reason you aren't sure of. It's a big museum, filled with towering sculptures created by lone artists many decades ago and paintings that take up two blocks, yet what intimidates you more than any of them is this woman:

Kim Minju, curator of the biggest art museum in Korea, and a professional asshole. You had to find that put the hard way the moment you started to crush on her. Who wouldn't? Her features—doe eyes, pointed nose, and thick pink lips—blend in together so perfectly, as if she were another masterpiece in the museum. But looks, you learn, are deceiving. Kim Minju is not as kind as she looks, nor are her words as pretty as her face.

Dress pants sway freely around her slim legs as she walks back to you. Her expressions never vary away from boredom, condescending, and angry. It's like those are the only emotions she is capable of having. She's such a complex person—you understand that although you've only been with her from eight o' clock today to three—but so, unbelievably uninteresting at the same time. You have no idea what to make of her yet, except for the fact that she can be pretty cruel.

Minju approaches you with crossed arms, then pauses when she's just another breath away from you. You try to meet her gaze, but it's too good at holding yours. Besides, the hate you have for the fact that she's taller than you doesn't help either. But you have to hold your ground. If you don't, there will be more pieces to pick up than your broken dreams.

"I'll give it to you straight," says Minju airily, "my museum doesn't have the time for your art."

That's another shot. One more and you're dead. Your cheeks already flush from embarrassment, but she drones on, clearly not caring about what you feel. Not that that's an unusual thing for her.

"I spent all day trying to listen to you talk about your credentials and art whatnot," she continues. "But I'm getting bored, and I don't like your tacky style or you. So I suggest you find another smaller place to start posting your art, like a kindergarten teacher's art class billboard."

You've died at least a hundred times with each word she spits. You're utterly humiliated; you've been through terrors of teachers but you have never received words from them as harsh as Minju's. Every syllable was fashioned to hit just the right spot, because yes, your art's first criticism is its tackiness from when you first started. Yes, it was a risk you took when the first place you decided to hang your art is the biggest museum in the country. But you're not like the other artists. You've improved so much over the years, and your art is nothing less than pleasing to the eyes now that you've found your own style.

You have to admit that they do slightly look out of place with all the other gorgeous paintings, but you can be as good as them. You just need a jumpstart, and you'll get to it. You swear on your own life.

"Miss Kim," you answer, not sure what to say, "I can be as good as Van Gogh, or whoever artist it is that you like. I just need a place to start, and I think your museum is a good place for that."

Minju laughs. "Van Gogh was as shitty as Picasso, dear thing. And your art is not good enough for this museum to be good. So please, take my advice and start at the nearest preschool. I'll hear from you when you've finally gotten into second grade."

Dear thing? Dear thing?! Oh, now she's royally pissed you off. Now, it's your turn to be cocky. Kim Minju is about to find out that two can play at this game.

"For your information, Minju," you reply, now with more confidence, "I'm not your dear thing. And I'm the best artist of my generation right now. You're going to be so sorry if you don't accept my art right now."

Minju nods condescendingly, as if she were listening to a small child rambling about dinosaurs. There's a laugh on her face, which makes you even more infuriated because she is just not getting the point. If she does, she doesn't believe in it. Oh, not in the slightest.

"'Best artist'? Let's not get ahead of ourselves right now. Your style is not unique. The topics you draw are not game-changing. Not even close."

"You just don't have the eyes for it," say you with gritting teeth. You hate how your lips are quivering. "You're, you're not even an artist yourself. You're just a curator."

"And a good one at that." She's just as assured in her own abilities as you are. Minju is unfazed by your amateur insults. She could hear better from a sixth grader. "You can drone on all you want, honey, but that won't change the fact that I'm not interested in taking you in. You can go or kill yourself in front of me. Either way, I won't care."

That's your breaking point. Your hands start to form trembling fists. You can't cope with all this right now, or with Minju. She's just another self-absorbed curator. What does she know about art?

But you've relied your dreams on her. If she doesn't give in, you're nothing. You'll never have a chance to make it big. Nobody cares about art nowadays, except for the classicals, making it even harder to make a name for yourself. You want to become so big in the world of craft that you're credited as inspirations centuries from now. You want to be the best that no one ever was. If Minju doesn't like you or what you make, you don't have a chance.

Gone is your oversaturated arrogance. Gone is the front you were trying to put up before Minju. Most importantly, your dreams are gone, snapped into pieces just like that by words. You're more than hurt; you're devastated. If you can't be a renowned artist—the only steady dream you've had your whole life—what are all your efforts worth now? They will remain fruitless if you don't put one foot forward.

Minju is your wall blocking the path to fame and recognition. A goddamned gorgeous wall who won't falter nor break for anyone, especially not you. No punch can break her foundation. No word from you can make her bricks detoriate.

Try to hold it back, but the tears are forming in your eyes. You're a mess, you truly are. You've been a fool for your dream, and you are just realizing now at the present that it was all for nothing.

"Please," you whisper. Break the staring contest with Minju and look at your shoes instead. Look at the marble floor no one would cross to see your works. Look at the ground where the pieces of your hopes and desires have broken.

"Please what?" Minju is clearly enjoying this. Her crossed arms quiver as she tries to hold back a laugh. Oh, she loves seeing pathetic men admit that they're nothing. It's what she feeds on. She can put their tears in a bowl and put cereal in it for breakfast.

"I'll—I'll do anything. Is that enough? I'll do anything for you to accept my works."

There's the smallest hope in you as you see that Minju is considering this. For a woman like her,and a man like you, she can make you do anything. She can make you mop the floors of the museum and yell "hakuna matata" on its roof and know that you would do all that just for her acceptance. That's what makes it so, utterly satisfying.

"That depends, to be honest," she says slowly.

Minju leans down a little and places a finger under your chin. Her nails are sharp, and they scratch your skin as she tilts your face upwards. Her smile is teasing; you hate that you like it so much. You hate that despite her clear description of how much she dislikes you as a person and you as an artist, your magnetic attraction to her remains.

"Just how much are you willing to give, boy toy, for a dream that big?"

She's degrading you again. It's strange how much it makes your skin tingle.

"Like I said," you sniffle, "anything. I'll give anything."

"Oh, you'll sooo regret saying that."

With a woman of her caliber? Of course you will. But you're a desperate person. It's your sheer need and your willingness to do whatever it takes to get it that get you to places. It's both an advantage and a disadvantage, a pro and con, light and dark. Chiaroscuro, if you will.

"W-what do I have to do?" you ask shakily.

"Simple." And she says this without any shame or sign of shame: "Call me mommy."

It takes a moment for you to register, and Minju uses your confusion as the perfect time to pin you to the wall, like you are a masterpiece, too. Not that she sees you in that light; you are too weak to be one. Too easy to be played with.

Minju is kissing your neck. Lipstick leaves fresh marks on your skin. And when she bites... oh, your knees do more than buckle. You almost collapse to the floor. Thank God (or not) for Minju's hands popping your shirt buttons; they keep you standing. They keep you knowing that all this is real.

She kisses you again, crudely. "What did I say?"

"Call you mommy..."

"Say it then."

She swiftly pulls off her black top, and in the bat of an eyelash, tangles your wrists in between its fabric behind your back. All the while, her kisses rampage your skin. She can't get enough of your pathetic submissiveness. She plays with you as if you were a toy, her toy.

Her mouth traces your torso like a pencil. Her teeth come out to play at times, specifically to see the alarm in your eyes. But nothing prepared you for her lips right above your jeans, or her daring eyes looking up at you and shooting glares into your soul.

"Say it."

"Mommy..."

That's the ticket. The zipper and button are undone by Minju's eager fingers. Your cock is easily fished out and taken into her mouth as if it were nothing. Your body tenses as your mouth falls open.

Although she is the one on her knees, Minju shows that it doesn't change that she's still in control. Her technique and pacing alternates between harsh, rough suckling to a snail's pace of blowing.She sucks you off not for your own pleasure, but for hers. Clearly, that is what she has put first most in this world.

"Fuck!" you can't help but cry out.

Minju spits on your cock and squeezes it tightly. Your hips jerk forward at the tightness and pain. "You're not allowed to talk unless I say so," she says firmly. She's serious about this, too; her eyes show clear and unbridled anger. "Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, hnghh!" Your moan echoes in the wide museum. Her lips have rounded your head again and provide great suction. "Y-yes, mommy!"

Satisfied, Minju continues to suck you off. She's unlike any other girl you've had sex with. The others put on innocent faces to entice you whilst their lips worked on your cock, and picked up the pace if you pleased. They let out the prettiest of tears as they called you daddy, whimpered out the sexual title in the midst of the shoves of your cock down their throats.

But Minju... she's a woman with the unhinged desire to belittle you. Even in sex, she remains taunting—the licks at the sides of your dick and in the tiny slit you have are only done to make her laugh at your shivers. It's pleasurable, yes, but degrading, too. Degrading in the sense that she's simply doing it to see you break yourself into something more pathetic, into the writhing, needy mommy's boy that you aren't.

Or... ?

"This dick is so fucking small." Minju spits on the shaft with disgust. "I bet you can't even fuck me properly, not even if I guide you along."

"I—I can," you say, defensively. Minju's saliva coats your cock with more liquid than the continuous stream of pre-cum, which she licks off, of course.

Minju rises to her feet. It is only then that you admire her body. You would say that her face is the real deal, and it is, but you're still rendered shocked by her form. Her breasts are not the biggest, but they're still pretty eye candies. Their nipples are tiny pink things atop small handfuls of flesh. Her hips are what tempt you the most; they're so fucking wide, bringing more shape to her slim stomach.

"Show me," she says. She smiles again, marking a new challenge. "Put that cock inside me or you'll never make yourself recognized. I can fucking crush your dream with a snap of my fingers, baby, so I suggest you move fast."

You can't do anything. Besides the fear of never making it in the real world or as an artist bubbling inside of you, she's so tempting. Even with her all-black outfit: black heels, black sleeveless top, black dress pants, a style you are not fond of almost as much as you aren't fond of pineapple pizza, she attracts you. It's like there's invisible magnets taped to her skin that pulls your fingers to her hips, pulls down the long pants, and grabs her close.

Like magnets, you rub together. Your cock lodges in the hole between her legs. It's met with an immediate contraction, but Minju shows little appreciation on her face. Yes, her jaw drops and her eyes are suddenly round and wide, but she doesn't care to tell you how good it is. Your quick thrusts outnumber the fucks Minju gives about catering to your wants.

"Yes... fuck, yes, fuck that cock into me." Minju humps your entering and exiting shaft determinedly. "Suck on my tits, toy. Suck them until they're red and sore."

That's not something you're adamant to disobey. Like her lips lubricating the shape of your cock earlier, your mouth finds her nipples and captures it. You do as she says, sucking it cleanly and hardly. It feels amazing in your mouth. You knew it would even before it slipped in between your lips. Minju lets out sighs of gratification. That was the only thing it took for her to be louder. She would have to turn up the volume, though; the slaps of your cock into her cavern are starting to boom.

While her breasts are a beauty of their own degree, Minju's cunt is just perfect. It's wet, grasping onto your cock and covering it with a sheen of juices, just like she coated it with saliva during her blowjob earlier. Her mouth was considerably warmer though. But you aren't one to complain when you're clearly the toy in this situation.

Besides, the texture of her walls is a welcome addition to the stimulus on your shaft. Your cockhead repeatedly dips onto the patches of sensitivity, provoking a surefire reaction of the tender walls closing around it tighter. Jerk your hips forward; if you were only more powerful, you could reach her cervix and make it a finishing line. But no, your focus is on sucking the life out of Minju's boobs, just like she commanded.

Minju whispers soft curses under her breath. Arms wound around your neck, she silently tells you to go deeper. No, it's not just a matter of telling; it's a command, as brazen and firm as her earlier order to tell you to suck her tits. She expects you to comply, and if she is disappointed by you not doing so, she'll discard of you. Simple as that.

Release her nipple from your lips and prove that you're worthy. Prove it with more powerful thrusts of your hips into her tiny hips. You string together every might in your body, although most of it is being drained by Minju's humps on your shaft, into pushing your cock deeper. Minju cries out in pleasure. Continue the cycle and never break it. Eyes closed, head tilted to the sky, and arms almost choking your neck, you know you've proven your value to her. All you have to do now is to maintain that.

"Fuck, that's right!" Minju yells out. Even she can't handle your pounds. You're knocking he rinto oblivion. "Fuck mommy's cunt like that, slut! Fucking stretch her out!"

You're already stretching her out enough. It's hard to see since Minju is so adamant on fucking herself on you, but your girth is practically spreading her pussy lips apart. Wonder if she'll become tighter if you fill her up to the base of your cock.

Test it out. Cock stiff and a compelled mind in action, you shove yourself as hard and deep as you can.

"Oh fuck!" Minju's fully penetrated by you now. Your cockhead nudges the end of her tunnel and slams into it repeatedly. Minju's high on the pleasure. She's fucking herself onto you as if she were possessed by a succubus. She's sex-crazed, she's rabid, she's a feral fucking vixen who won't play around when it comes to what pleases her. And right now, what's giving her so much bliss is your dick. She's never letting it go.

But she thinks she wants something else to add to the mix.

"Finger my asshole," Minju says bluntly. Another command. She takes your hand, undoes it from its constraints, and guides it to her round bottom. "Do it."

"B-but..." You're not used to butt stuff, to put it cleanly. You've never touched or inserted yourself in any of your girlfriends' asses. It has always been purely excluded from sessions like these. "I'm, I'm not—"

Minju leans over conspiratorially and rasps in your ear: "Now."

Can you still continue proving yourself worthy? Even if you can't, you have no choice. Your chance at making it big is in Minju's hands. Besides, you're pretty curious yourself. Does it feel good there for her, too? How good, exactly?

Pat your finger on the tensing brown circle. Minju's breath hitches in response. Hide your uncertainty by meticulous teasing, rubbing your fingertips around her asshole and only slightly putting some inside. But Minju is becoming impatient. Whimpers still escape her lips, but she makes herself clear with the reverse of her ass into your hand. She knows what you're trying to do, and she's not letting you get away with it.

Hold your breath and plug one finger inside her. Turns out that's all you needed to do for Minju to put her all into hugging you with her walls, for her neck and head to throw back, for her to cry out a scream that sounds a little fox-like due to its pitch.

"Mommy's cumming, mommy's cumming, ffffuhh—! "

Her voice cracks. It's that momentary weakness that compels you to burst inside her like a popped balloon, except that instead of helium, you release hot strings of wet white cum. You don't have the mind nor the care for a few seconds to worry about impregnating her. The grasp of her walls and the push of her manicured nails into your skin are too mighty in turning your attention away from that.

However, to Minju, it doesn't matter if your cock is thick and big. She's paralyzed in shock. She can't believe you had the audacity to cum inside her.

"Fuck! What the fucking fuck did you do?" Her hands free themselves of their frozen to push you away roughly.

You only come to your senses after she slaps you. "I'm sorry, Minju," you say guiltily. Had you really lost all self-control after months without sex? Sex education literally revolves around protection! "Are you at least on the pill...?"

"Of course I am!"

The tension releases itself from your shoulders. At least God still has your back. "It isn't a problem then," you say. "We can—"

Minju pushes you again. This time, your back knocks hard into the wall. She grasps you by the neck tightly. There's true anger in her eyes now. None of it is an arrogant ploy anymore.

"Are you fucking stupid?" she asks, then rolls her eyes. "Oh, why did I even bother asking? Of course you are."

Ouch.

"The thing here, boy toy, is I don't want your cum in me! Clean me up!"

"D-do I get a tissue or...?"

"No. Lick it out of me."

You're stunned. What? Shake your head, bewildered. "No, I'm not gonna lick my cum out of your cunt, Minju!" you yell.

Her fingers grab your hair and pull it downwards. You fall to the floor in a heap. But you should get used to it. With the way she treats you like you're dust beneath her feet, you've always belonged here. It's only literal now.

You take a glance at her creampied pussy and cringe. It looks gorgeous; it's dripping out of her like a river. But now that you have to lick your own cum out of her, like you're some obedient little slave who can do nothing but obey and obey, it doesn't look so enticing at all.

Minju fires you another glare. It's a warning of the worse that's yet to come if you don't clean her up.

Oh, the things you do for your dreams. The things you do for money; for fame; for the tiniest bit of recognition...

How did you get to this point?

Fine, you'll lick.

At first, it's humiliating. Your ears burn red as Minju parts her legs and sits on your mouth, using you as a sex toy and chair. It's hard to support her weight on your face, even if she is light. It's easy to slip your tongue inside her though. You know it feels good when she moans softly.

"Come on," she pushes you on. Demanding, that's what Minju is. You wonder how she even became a curator with that kind of attitude. She slides herself up and down your tongue, which doesn't become flaccid in its licks due to the uncomfortableness of it all. "Clean mommy up. We still have a lot of things to do."

You take some of your cum from her creamed hole and drag your tip tantalizingly to her clit. Minju whimpers. Repeat the process for a few more seconds. You enjoy the shivers she does, and how tight she is around you. They make the experience much more bearable.

You haven't appreciated her thighs enough. She may be slim, but they are thick enough to choke the breath out of you. They encase the sides of your face tightly as she guides your tongue hotly. Her eyelids are fluttered lower than usual. Her breaths become more labored after the ones before them exit.

Glad that your hands have been freed from much earlier, you try to make this fun for you, too. Grab those honey thighs and push her down onto your mouth. Her gasp is satisfying. Her eyes flutter wide. They're all fun to watch: the shiver of her tight form, the expressions she makes, but pulling her down was a big mistake. Now you can't breathe at all. Your nose is nestled into her clit.

The muffled breaths you take end up pleasuring her cunt instead, much to your dismay. Minju doesn't mind; they make her more soaked than before. She sways her hips to and fro to get the feel of your nose swiping on her clitoris and your tongue entering and exiting her. The tip of your tongue excites her senses in the best way possible. She can't get enough of it. Hands on her nipples, she bounces herself on your pink appendage, overall satisfied with the work you've been doing.

"Such a good boy now," she remarks with a playful caress of your hair. "See how pathetic boys like you always end up in this position? Lick me faster."

The insults graze your pride because you know they are true. You became a whore for Minju. Her little boy toy. Weren't you just boasting about your own achievements a while ago? If so, why are you on your knees now? It's humiliating.

Close your eyes to stop the tears of embarrassment from flowing. The last of your dignity is gone. You can't give Minju the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

You increase the speed. Thrust your tongue inside her faster. Wiggle it around to hit the right spots. You discover that it isn't a matter of cleaning your cum up from inside her anymore. That was all a scam to get you to orally pleasure her. It shows in the way Minju refuses to let your tongue leave her hole, even to collect your semen. She's humping it too quickly for there to even be a chance of exiting her warm little hole. But it's too late to confront her about it now. You just have to wait until she climaxes again.

You have to admit: you do taste quite delicious. Turns out the girls whose mouths you pounded weren't pretending when they sucked off the semen from your tip. Your cheeks redden with the humiliation at that knowledge. However, there's a con in being aware of that. For example, it isn't so difficult anymore to lap at Minju's pussy. You willingly circle and dance your tongue inside her. It's fun to see her pleasured reactions.

When the opportunity presents itself, you pull your tongue out. Minju winces, but before she can voice out any frustration or order, you start to lick her labia back and forth. Her wide, shapely hips stutter. You have to take them in your hands and steady her to continue.

"Oh—mmmm! Fuck, such a good boy for mommy, eating her out so well!"

You would have been surprised at the compliment, but her silky voice never reaches your ears. Her thighs are compressing them too tightly for anything to be heard but wordless screams.

Her most erogenous part is her clitoris, clearly. She demandingly pushes that part of her center on your tongue. Twirl it at your tip, play with it, suckle it. Nibble at it to keep her on her toes. Show her how much you've tamed the brat in you, because once she did, it was apparent that there was no going back.

"Yes, that feels so good!" she cries. Her movements become more frantic and less graceful. It's like you're being waterboarded by a tsunami; she's a force of her own, a danger with the cleanest edge. "I'm gonna cum, baby boy! Mommy's gonna cum, she's gonna fucking cum all over your face---!"

When she does, it's like a sobering splash. Her screams symbolize the thunder, and the juices that squirt on your nose and mouth is the flood. There are no lifeboats anywhere to save you. Nor are there people that are going to. You just have to withstand the rain for a few more seconds

Close your eyes and wait for the storm to end. It takes a while to cease. You try to help yourself out by sticking out your tongue and catching her steady spray into your mouth, but you just choke on it. Minju finds her girl cum spilling down the sides of your lips and swirling in your throat amusing.

Through all that, her taste remains impeccable.

The stream stops. Minju's thighs are shaking. She slowly edges herself off your messy face. Her breasts heave with every heavy breath she takes. They're hypnotizing, but you file your eyes away from them. You have to remember that they belong to the cruel woman who told you to do away with yourself. This is still the same woman who used you. It doesn't matter if the only things you are appreciating in the moment are hr breasts; they still belong to her. She degraded and humiliated you in ways you never would have imagined.

Nudity is another form of art widely appreciated, for both aesthetic and gratification purposes. It returned and became popularized during the Renaissance and the Impressionism. Science was used to figure out how to create the right proportions for whoever is being sculpted, painted, or drawn. Mathematics was heavily involved, too. The golden ratio was used to present the figures in an ideal manner, whether the figures were of gods or historical icons.

You are glad it became popular through the years. You are glad at how normalized it has become for Minju's body looks exactly like another stunning sculpture. She may not have the golden ratio, but she has something even better than that. She's naturally curvy, naturally beautiful. Back in the day, they would have written sonnets about her.

She may be cruel, but she is quite stunning.

"We're not done yet."

The curator puts a stop to your daydreaming. Raised brows, fine creased lines on her forehead that scold you, Minju is flattered that you think this is over yet. It's quite entertaining to her, actually. You don't really think she's gonna give in after just a few sessions of fucking, do you?

Pocket your sore pride and face the challenge head-on. "What else is there to do?"

Her smile is haunting. "You're gonna find out soon. You might even like it."

-

The museum is closed today. There's a big sign outside with "CLOSED" plastered across the letters spelling "Now Open!". Minju had to shut its doors for the day due to your endless requests for a chance to have your works exhibited. Oh, if you knew what you had to do to get her to agree, you wouldn't believe it. You'd call it bullshit.

You and Minju clean yourselves up. There's no point in reusing her turtleneck; it's blotted with her squirt. And you have no business going out with a face drenched with the same liquid. So, while Minju gets into a change of clothes, you go to the bathroom and splash cold water into your face. You don't want to look in the mirror. You don't want to see the slut the man it reflects has become, because, if you were able to admit it to yourself, you'd say that you liked the way Minju treats you. You like the power she has over you that she achieved through such a short period of time.

But you can't say that. You refuse to.

Apparently, you were in the bathroom for too long. Minju's fist knocks three short sounds onto the door.

"You can't hide there all afternoon, babycakes!" she reminds you sweetly. She fires another five knocks. "Come out, come out!"

Roll your eyes with a tired huff. You weren't exactly planning to, but hey, that could work. She can't do anything about it but look stupid pounding onto the door like a maniac.

You get out. You find Minju dressed in a gray, sleeveless top with a jacket matching its color. She has undone her black hair and let it fall to her shoulders.

She gives you a wide, scheming smile. "Let's go?"

Minju does not wait for a reply. She simply takes hold of your wrist and pulls you through the swindling doors, colorful galleries, and parked cars. She leads you to her own vehicle. It's a modest black car that's been around for ages, but still works as if it were new. You can tell from the light rust on the knobs.

"Get in," Minju says. She already peeks at you from the rolled-down window. Gesturing to the empty passenger seat beside her with a tilt of her head, her brows rise and stay at their impatient height until you get into the car.

You only learn later that it's more than mandatory to have a seatbelt on when Minju is your driver.

There's that red light she easily breezes through. And another. Your eyes are wide. "What the fuck, Minju?" you yell. Your hands frantically fly to your seatbelt and fasten its buckle into place. Not without flying around, of course.

"What?" she asks, really not knowing what's wrong. "You need a water or something?"

Anddd a near miss with a bus. The honk of the horn is deafening. "Do you even have a license?"

"Ha, nope. This car isn't mine. It's my—hey, fuck you, too, you old shit!" Minju gives an angry driver who nearly collided with her sideview mirror the middle finger. When she turns back to you, she grins calmly. "Anyway, it was my brother's. He taught me to drive when I was eleven."

"Well, that explains it," you mutter to yourself sarcastically. And you'd think that since she learned from an early age, she'd drive better than most. That's her second deception of the day, and the twenty-third broken law.

The car swerves and spins into curved roads as if it were dancing. You're constantly on the edge of your seat. Minju, however, is unbothered. This isn't an out-of-place habit for her, breaking at least thirty traffic laws the moment the wheels of her car start rolling. Nor is it for the traffic guards in the middle of the roads, it seems. They yell at Minju with a a warning, but disregard it after a few seconds. How many almost-crashes did it take for them to realize there's no dealing with her?

You almost break into song of religious praise when Minju finally parks near her house. But it's too early to celebrate. God has fashioned this day unpredictably.

Her home is as large as a mansion. It's not exactly a mansion, of course, but the combination of paint and placing is satisfactory enough to pass as a modern house. It stands out in the suburban division like a sore thumb, if a sore thumb were fancier.

She throws open the door. The interior of her home is just as impressive as the exterior. Posters and drawings decorate the walls. The space in each room is wider than the first floor of your own home. You'd give in to jealousy if you weren't more surprised at the thing Minju is brandishing.

"Surprise, surprise," she says. She sticks it in your face for you to see it better, but it's too close for you to even understand what it is. It is only when she moves it back does it finally sink in.

A foretelling personification, really. It's a strap-on. Or is it a dildo? Oh, it's whatever you call a pink plastic shaped like dick. But your difficulty in naming what it is isn't the biggest problem you'll encounter this day. Oh, you have bigger fish to fry soon.

"What the fuck, Minju?" you ask in disbelief. Shake your head again and again, still not coming to terms with what she plans to do. "I'm not gay! I'm not getting fucked in the ass by—"

"I never said you were gay," Minju points out. She's good at that, finding Freudian slips in the middle of your sentences to turn against you."I just wanted to try fucking a guy's ass, that's all. And since I have you... I thought that today is the day."

"Minju!"

"Babycakes!" she says, with a grin that's a distorted mirroring of your worried frown. She grasps your chin and kisses you on the lips. "It'll be fine, I promise. You have nothing to worry about."

She really needs to stop calling you babycakes. It's annoying you already. But more than that, you don't trust her words. What if she's just using you again? What if she's lying to you, like she did when she said that she would think about taking your pieces in? When she's done, she'll surely throw you away like a trash bag, as if you were never really there, and replace you with a new and prettier one to dump everything she wants in.

But you find yourself walking to her bedroom. Slipping your jeans down. Putting them on the floor as Minju fastens the strap to her hips. Lying down on the bed and just waiting for it.

Wait, why the fuck is your dick hard?

There's a cold feeling on your asshole for a while. It's because of the lube Minju's lathering onto it, "for safety purposes," she says. "Damn, I'm pretty big! D'you think it'll be funny if I actually put a condom on the tip?"

But she doesn't, after an unamused roll of your eyes, and the pink tip penetrates your lubed hole. The intrusion is fought with the receiving hole's tightening. The sensation is weirder than anything you've felt before. Of course, you've never done this before, so you never could imagine what it felt like. But now, you discover that it's a sickly mix of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, Min—"

"That's not the right word, honey," Minju corrects you. The drags of her cock in and out are slow. "Tonight, I'm not Kim Minju. I'm your daddy."

"Mmph! Please, Min— daddy," you whimper out. The word feels right when it slips past your mouth. "Daddy." Daddy, daddy, daddy. You're usually on the receiving side when your previous girls uttered it, but maybe it's actually fun to say it, too.

Minju's cock prods at your ass. It slips further inside as she giggles musically. "That's right. Open up for daddy, sweetheart~"

Even if, let's say, you refuse to, there's no other choice you can run to. You're on the bed, naked, with a woman whose hips wield a fastened dick. You can't escape.

Minju's strokes are almost loving. It's slow, sensual, and timed. She must have taken sympathy on you, for what might be the first time. Of course, her hand wraps around your own dick to provide an "everyday" stimulus, too. That, you enjoy, better than the pegging. You jerk into her hand with a clear need never spoken through words, but a series of helpless mewls.

"What a twitchy little cock," laughs Minju. She wraps her hand around it like a ribbon, and fastens it with quick, bold strokes. They're bolder than any step or curve you've drawn, any controversial piece you've made. "Your cock really likes daddy's dick, doesn't it? And her warm hand?"

You're leaning towards the latter as of now, but you nod anyway. What else can you do? Your virgin asshole can't do anything about it, your leaking cock can't do anything about it. Hell, your tears can't, either. But there's a secret joy formed inside of you at being under Minju's control, with nowhere to run or hide. It's sick, you know that, but you can't help what you feel.

Maybe you like being used and pegged by this harsh curator. Maybe you like her evil words, her tempting body, and her attitude that would make any grandmother die on the spot. Maybe you like the way she treats you like you're a particularly crude inconvenience in her way.

You're shaken by that realization. But what shocks you more is her hand slapping your ass cheeks hardly. You cry out, but the sound is quickly silenced by Minju's free fingers in your mouth.

"Shhh, quiet, baby," Minju coos softly. She leans over to kiss your back and neck. "I want to hear your cute cheeks slap together."

It's a sentence that can easily be used for comedic relief in a fucked-up sitcom. But to you, it's nothing but sexy. The way the words drip from her kissing lips just add to the hotness of her hand giving your ass a firm spank. Your bottom cringes, causing your legs to go weak. You've sunken onto the bed helplessly. At least it's a comfortable place to lie into. The bedsheets must be expensive. They have no other reason to be this silky and soft. Just how much is a curator paid? You might want to consider that career rather than go for being an artist.

Due to your fall, Minju takes your ass in a pronebone position. Sometimes, she isn't satisfied with your butt hole's gape, so she pries it apart with her own fingers. You squeal into the pillows. Pray the neighbors don't hear your scream when Minju takes matters into her own hands and slips a finger beside her strap.

Her strokes gain more strength as the present becomes soon. It's a sensation that you have no idea how to choose between liking and hating it. Your prostrate is constantly stimulated, and the brown walls of your butt are rubbed against, but there's the newness of it all. You aren't used to this. Part of you outright refuses to do it again, but the curious side of you is more than interested for another round. Maybe one or two more? You really wouldn't mind.

"P-please, please, daddy."

You start to beg of your own accord. Lewdly. Needily. You're starting to like this too much. With Minju corrupting your ass and her hand jerking you off, you accept your fate. Paintings don't matter anymore, just as long as it's Minju's cock lodged inside you.

[hd-learns-korean]

HD'S FESTIVE ADVENT CALENDAR DAY 5: K-POP PLAYLIST INSPIRED BY THE CAROL 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS! 🌳🕊💍🦢💃🎵

Hey everybody! How are you all doing? I can't quite believe that it's the 5th of December already! ONLY 20 MORE SLEEPS TILL CHRISTMAS! I'm SO EXCITED!

Today I thought I'd post something a bit different. I've created a playlist inspired by all the items listed in the carol 12 days of Christmas. It was honestly so much fun to make and I got to listen to a few new artists as well whilst I was compiling this list!

Anyway I hope you have fun listening to this compilation and maybe find some new songs/ artists that you've not heard of before!

Let's get this party started! FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAAA!

🌳 A partridge in a pear tree

Tree Only Look At You By (너의 나무) Heize (헤이즈) ft Jooyoung

Pine Tree (소나무) By Wanna One

나무 (Tree) By 카더가든 (Car, the garden)

Wish Tree By Red Velvet

🕊 2 Turtle Doves

Turtle By Twice

🐓 3 French Hens

Chicken Noodle Soup By J-Hope ft. Becky G

Paris By 오반 (OVAN), 런치 (LUNCH)

🐦 4 Colly Birds (Calling Birds)

Call By Sunmi

Bird By NAMJOO (APINK)

Bird By HA SUNG WOON (하성운)

Blue Bird By Solar (솔라)

Little Bird By BoA (보아)

The Blue Bird (파랑새) By APRIL (에이프릴)

Call Me Maybe True Beauty OST Part.1 By SAya (사야) (Just sayin' this is such a TUUUUNE! I absolutely love this song so so much!)

Call It Love By 청하 (CHUNGHA)

'What Do I Call You' By TAEYEON 태연

Morning Call 모닝콜 By HYOLYN 효린

DON’T CALL ME AGAIN By TWICE

When You Call My Name By ASTRO

내 이름을 불러줘 (Call My Name) By 김동한 (Kim Dong Han)

💍 5 Gold rings

Ring Ring By Rocket Punch

Gold By Wanna One (워너원)

🦢 6 geese-a-laying

Golden Goose By A.C.E (에이스)

🦢 7 swans-a-swimming

Swim Away By Sejeong

Swim 수영해 By 유라 Youra

Secret Story of the Swan (환상동화) By IZ*ONE (아이즈원)

Black Swan By BTS

Swan By Oh My Girl 오마이걸

Swimming By Im Hyunsik from BTOB

Sukhumvit Swimming (스쿰빗스위밍) By ONF (온앤오프)

Swim [수영해] By Bobby

🥛 8 maids-a-milking

Milk (우유) By EXID (이엑스아이디) Hani Solo

Milkshake By Red Velvet

Milky Way By Red Velvet

Milky Way By Golden Child

💃💃💃 9 ladies dancing

Permission To Dance By BTS

D-D-DANCE By IZ*ONE

Dance The Night Away By TWICE

Dun Dun Dance By Oh My Girl

Last Dance By G-Idle

Ladies Night By Red Velvet

Last Waltz By Twice

Dance On My Own By Loona

Dance In The Moonlight By Berrygood

D.D.D By The Boyz

Last Dance By Treasure

Dancing Till We Drop By The Boyz

Dance With Us (춤을 출 거야) By SF9

My Lady By BTOB

LADY (내일해) By EXID

LADY By Golden Child 골든차일드

Still My Lady (여전히 예뻐) By SF9

Lady By After School 애프터스쿨

Ugly Dance (춤춰) By ONF

Let Me Dance By EVERGLOW

Let’s Dance (신난다) By B-Ryong (비룡) (SSAK3) Feat. Mamamoo (마마무)

DANCE FOR TWO (둘만의 춤) By AB6IX

Let’s Dance By Super Junior

Dance Dance By Day6

I Just Wanna Dance By Tiffany

'I’m In the Mood for Dancing' [True Beauty OST Part 2] By GFRIEND 'Yuju'

🤵 10 lords-a-leaping

Jumpin’ By Red Velvet

Jump By BTS

Jopping By SuperM

방방 뛰어 Fanatic By SF9 (방방 뛰어 = To Jump around excitedly)

Gentleman By SF9

📯 11 pipers piping

Pied Piper By BTS

🥁 12 drummers drumming

Hit that drum By Red Velvet

Drummer Boy By APINK

Happy Listening Everyone! X

Notes: Gifs not created by me. All credit should go to the original creator. I just searched for them on tumblr!

[yourdaddychan]

wow-

literally just wow- i genuinely have nothing to say about this please- i cannot explain how much this means to me- there's 1000 of us- *hugs all of you* [ especially the porn bots ] *turns into formal luna asf*

i remember when i started in may, just a tiny chatbot with only one mutual, only known to you guys as [ answer : admin ]. and now, almost a year later, i have 1k of my chainsaw eating demons who are metal as fuck 💪ive learned so much being on tumblr, as a part of both the skz writers community and the chatbot community. ive made a bunch of friends, lost a bunch of ones, and 1k of you stuck with me. i cannot begin to express my gratitude to all of you, and how much all of you and your interactions with me mean to me. all of the simping, the random stories, everything. i cherish all of it, and i love all of you. aight so letz get to the personal thanking asf

alsoer i kinda wanted to do something sexy so imma do what color they remind me of :D most of them can be found at this link : https://louisem.com/29880/color-thesaurus-infographic

@kvinly linn bb 🥺through all the drama we've been through and shit im so glad we ended up becoming friends again cause we're kinda sexy together 😉thank you so much for being my 1000th follower bb you mean so much to me and if anyone hurts you im about to *turns into jennie and kachows them* licherally lets nevah fight again

-> you remind me of the color punch , and not only because of the name- underneath that grr me edgy grr me bully you're just a softie simp and that reminds me of punch :D

@undeadbots steph 🥺lemme be your personal broken chopsticks pls :( KLDSKLD anywayz we've also gone through some sexy drama and thankfully you saw da light 😉and now look at us, with our own band, and our own producing line 🥺brohemian rhapsody for life bro 🥺 *big kithie for da best dad in da world :D*

-> you remind me of the color viridian , because it gives me confident vibes :D you carry yourself proudly and confidently as you should tbh go steph

@binniesthighs oh look its a cutie *pushes you to a mirror* right there :D RORORO YOUR BOAT :DD we havent talked too much, besides my simping for jisung- but you give me very sexy energy so imma propose rq *gets down on one knee* will you be the rororo to my boat 🥺thank you for being my moot :D

-> you remind me of the color espresso , because espresso looks like the color to be pretty chill and laid back, and you're all of those, and calming to be around

@toshis-flower BAYBEE BEBE BEEBEE :D thank you so much for being my moot and making me a wifey asf ‼️ you're literally so much like me whats not to love <3 JKSDJKD JKJK you're really sweet and really just a good person to rant to, i love you so so so much and i think im going to remarry you :D

-> you remind me of the color taffy , because you're sweet, cute, and bright :D *eats you* yummy

@lov3ric seyoung. i love you. so much. MY SOULMATEEEE :DD even though we tell the story over and over like a bunch of grandmas, ill still never forget how we became soulmates and then bonded over boba 🥺im licherally going to marry you one day like ez 💪also i wanna eat you can i eat you youre really cute *eats you*

-> you remind me of the color daffodil , because it reminds me of banana milk which reminds me of you tbh- buuuttt did you know that daffodils are one of the first flowers you see when spring starts? that definitely reminds me of you because through all of the cb drama, you've always been there with me, like literally always- i cannot express how much i love you *kithie*

@simpchimp LIDDLE CHEESE FUCKER THEMBO :DD drink water *spank* i love you so much you cutie 🥺you're also licherally the funniest person ever like stop bae i kinda need to be the funniest but noer its you 😔alsoer i love how random you are KDSKLD so nevah stop that because then *revz up arm* youre going to get luna-ified

-> you remind me of the color jam , because even though you seem kinda scary at first [ yes i was 100% scared of you ] you're really soft :D

@berrywoo the sun themself 💪you are easily the purest person ive met, and im so happy i somehow became moots with you :D you literally hit diff, yk? theres something about your personality and the way you act thats so comforting, and that means i eat you because youre too cute :D you cant just be a wholeass teacher for kids and expect not to get eaten kids are licherally demons whoever deals with them properly and treatz dem nicely gets a nom asf

-> you remind me of the color honey , because you're a sunshiney yellow, and you're sweet like honey :D i think you need to hear that its okay not to be okay bb, and you can come to my dms anytime you want to rant 😎

@yourchungha MS OG CHUNGHA MS IM KINDA SCARED OF THE SHIT YOU DO MS FURREH LOVER 101 MS ANNA BANANA :D yeah youre like really nice- thats all i have to say- like how tf do you deal with [ redacted ] like eggsplain- ALSO YOURE CARRYING OUR CONVERSATIONS BECAUSE IDK HOW TO TALK TO PEOPLE DKSJKD I LOVE YOU FOR THAT AND WE SHOULD HAVE LIKE ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS MORE OFTEN

-> you remind me of the color scarlet , because youre a sexy bitch tf and scarlet gives me 'idc what you think im hot' kinda vibes which is like exactly you

@satosimp WINTER DADDY :DD i lub you asf *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy* ugh the way your personality matches mine is kinda sexy or whatever im also kinda in love with you but lets ignore that part 🙄 💪 *big kithes* *eats your cats casually*

-> you remind me of the color lilac , because it just gives me tsundere vibes, you act like you dont care but really do care :D you liddle sawftie *noms your cheekie*

@nightshade-minho DUCKIE :DD *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy pt 2* licherally bae where the fuck are you i miss you you bettah be doing well in school otherwise im going to smack you with a chappal asf DSJJKSD *eats your cat because hes such a cutie*

-> you remind me of the color marigold , because you're adorable and sunshiney :D

@onigirimeeya MICHIE MICHIE MICHIEIEEIEI MY DAD :DDD i like you mucho much if you didnt know *kithes you* you're like one awf da best listeners ever- which is such a weirdass compliment but its true- you're really good at listening, and just being a comforting presence in general, like when you go to the beach and youre just staring at the waves all edgy mode, and it calms you down a fuck ton

-> you remind me of the color mint , for obvious reasons- mint choco chip cookie michie :DD

@hhjs bae we dont talk a lot but im kinda lurking on all of your posts- JKDSJSKD bae remarry me please youre really fucking hot 😭and the way you have with words is like damn- teach me oppar asf

-> you remind me of the color wine , because you're refined, and carry yourself in a way that makes everyone want to be you. the color wine is rich and deep, which reminds me of the way you write :D

@nsfw-stay MY LICHERAL BABIE YOUVE BEEN AN ANON FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND WEVE TALKED ABOUT SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER [ a lot about seungmin and jisung but shhh ] I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BB AND I WILL NOM YOU >:( BUT SOFTLY AND OUT OF LOVE *nomz yew* :D

-> you remind me of the color cerulean , because its a baby blue and what fits better than a baby blue yk? you're adorable and squishy and i want to nom you 24/7

@secretary-yeji *iz chan ig cause we dont talk admin to admin* oh erm gee is uncle chrith 😉DKLSKLD my liddle koala :D my liddle burgah :D my liddle aussie :D my besth frien :DDD evah since may i think we've been friends, and i think one of the highlights of that day was me marking you as spam twice and on accident too- LKSDKLSD WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT anywayz thank yew for being uncle chrith's friend *kith*

-> you remind me of the color seafoam , because it's a very soft and light color yk, you're delicate asf which sounds like a bad thing now that im typing it BUT IT ISNT DSKLDSLK YOURE VERY CUTE YOU AND YOUR FLOOFY COWS :D

@ayolistenupp im kinda... in love with you? wtf? KDSDKSL MY DESI DADDY ASF I LOVE YOU SOER MUCH :D our music nights™️ mean so much to me, like theres just something so personal about listening to what the other person likes to hear even though half of your songs are sexy asf KLDSKLD

-> you remind me of the color ocean , because the ocean is loud but calming yk- like you're full of energy but you're also calming :D

@yanderexchungha OH ERM GEE YEW :O YOU PROBABLY WONT SEE THIS IN LIKE 10 MONTHS BESTIE MERRY CHRISTMAS IG KLDSLKD anyway i love you dad your lessons about vape >>> to quote your drunk ass exactly "vape isnt cool" JKSDJ anyway its gonna be sexy if we accidentally run into each other in the hallwayz asf

-> you remind me of grey cause youre a hag- JKJK KDJSD you remind me of the color caramel , because you're sweet, and licherally addictive caramel isnt good for my braces but i keep eating it 😰but youre addictive in a good way :D

@yanderelee literally only doing this because you were moping about not having a simp sunday and im such a good person 🥸you're cool 💪and unfortunately, you're funny too 😥and even though i bully you asf dont take it personally because i dont mean it asf

-> you remind me of the color dijon mustard because you just give those hacker vibes please dont hack me after i said this i like to keep my location private

@kpopswitchbot BESTIE 😏MY FIRST MUTUAL 😏 LICHERALLY DA BEST CUTEST FUNNIEST SMARTEST SEXIEST KEWLEST I CANT EVEN EXPRESS WITH WORDS FISHIE IN DA WORLD :D LICHERALLY STOP OUTDOING ME WITH YOUR GOODNIGHTS LIKE *spankz yew* YOURE LITERALLY TOO GOOD WITH WORDS ITS NOT FAIR- AND THE DAY YOU JUST TALKED TO ME IN SHAKESPEAREAN BECAUSE I FELT DOWN- AND EXPRESSED YOUR LOVE THAT WAY LIKE- PLEASE I ACTUALLY ADORE YOU AND I WILL LITERALLY EAT YOU ONE DAY

-> you remind me of the color coffee , not only because youre addicted to it but also because of the way you act, you're like the definition of an old soul- with the words you use, the drama kid you are asf, etc- you're a talented bitch *mwah* i love you so much you also remind me of those movies where they find an old ass book and they kinda hafta dust it off and it gives you treasure or something cause yeah that reminds me meeting you

AIGHT DAS IT ASF MWAH I LOVE YOU ALL :DDD

[nuoc7mia]

my apologies, this took forever but thank you @haiikyuuns for the tag hehe <333

RULES: Answer 30 questions and tag others

• Name/Nickname: moon! (my alias)

• Gender: female

• Star Sign: gemini sun

• Height: 170 cm/5'6 (a rough guess)

• Time: 9:30 PM

• Birthday: june 18

• Favorite Bands: red velvet is always number one in my heart, but i also really like hyukoh and jannabi! iz*one and twice follow them (also do chloe x halle count as a group or as solo artists ???)

• Favorite Solo Artists: some people i've liked as of recently: raveena, colde, zion.t, sungkyung/lovewave, bibi, niki, and weyes blood (i only have three songs saved but her music is SURREAL).

honorable mentions: sam kim, jung seunghwan, lee jin ah, and kwon jin ah--i found them all through kpopstar and still love their music to this day

• Song stuck in my head: okay so currently i'm watching mao asada's 2014 olympic free skate so ig piano concerto no. 2 by rachmaninoff

• Last Movie: how the grinch stole christmas

• Last Show: sailor moon r :33

• When did I create this blog: mm so i've had a tumblr acc since middle school and started using it actively in freshman year (four years ago :oo). i made this blog around june? tho because i wanted to start a new blog just for writing and anime and it's now the acc that i'm most active on

• What do I post: mainly reblog stuff related to anime and manga + shitposts/overshares + the occasional fic or headcanon

• Last thing googled: joshua bassett bc my friend was talking abt the latest hsmtmts drama HSDLFDHSL

• other blogs: @starlightnmoonbeam (i reblog animanga, kpop (ggs + red velvet esp), visual novels, and currently genshin content LOL)

• Do I get asks: i have gotten one and i am v thankful for it haha

• Why I chose my url: sewoon (my favorite singer at the time) + ponyo (a character he was famous for resembling)

• Following: 104

• Followers: no comment

• Average hours of sleep: my sleep schedule's consistently messed up bc i feel guilty sleeping for long periods of time + i stay up late, so rn the daily average is between 5-7 hours

• Instruments: i used to play piano but then quit </333 i like hearing most instruments tho esp piano and violin hehe

• What am I wearing: leggings, fluffy socks, an apush long sleeve, and a vb hoodie

• Dream job: in the scenario that i didn't have to worry abt bills or my general income, i'd make visual novels :") either that or write short stories

• Dream trip: japan, south korea, maybe vietnam, singapore, taiwan, the netherlands

• Favorite food: eee i love dumplings and dim sum in all forms!! my favorite favorite favorite thing tho i think is katsu curry <3 (i also love all forms of chicken too)

• Nationality: american (ethnicity is vietnamese tho)

• Favorite song: currently they are: strong by raveena, don't leave me, my love by colde, and hidden star by jeong sewoon. all time favorite probably is are eyes locked, hands locked by red velvet + blue orangeade by txt.

i'm aware that i can't pick favorites alright

• Last book read: heart of darkness.... got a literal headache reading it but my prof liked my response so it's sort of worth it

• top three fictional universes I’d like to live in:

- haikyuu!! i'd seriously love to play volleyball with them and it'd just be nice to exist in the same universe as them all :3 would combust actually, being around seijoh four or any of the others LOL

- horimiya! hahh i miss fooling around in school with my friends and the shenanigans that the main crew get into seem so much fun :((

- skip to loafer! i think it's my favorite slice of life alongside horimiya rn and i just wanna give mitsuki endless hugs + take her all around the city heheh

- honorary mention: yugioh even though i'd lose every match LMAO

tags: @ anyone who wants to fill this out hehe ;; feel free to tag me if you do choose to do it

[nandamonai]

List of Songs Written/Made by Jo Yoon Gyoung (조윤경)

Jo Yoon Gyoung has worked since 2002 and is still going strong to this day! Here’s some songs that are written by Jo Yoon Gyoung.

Notes: It is sorted by the singer’s name from A to Z!

A

Amber x Luna - Lower (SM Station) (2018)

Astro - All Night (2018)

Astro - Moonwalk (2018)

B

Bada x Ryeowook - Cosmic (SM Station) (2016)

BoA - Listen to My Heart (2002)

BoA - The Lights of Seoul (2003)

BoA - Romeo (2003)

BoA - Midnight Parade (2004)

BoA - Mayday! Mayday! (2012)

BoA - Camo (2017)

BoA - Butterfly (2019)

BoA - Dry Flower (2019)

C

Choi In Young - Get Better (OST. Sweden Laundry) (2014)

Cha Ji Yeon x LDN Noise - My Show (2016)

CLC - Helicopter (2020)

D

D.O. - That’s Okay (2019)

E

Eric Nam - Love Yourself (OST. It’s Okay To Be Sensitive) (2019)

EXO-K - MAMA (2012)

EXO - Baby Don’t Cry (2013)

EXO - 3.6.5 (2013)

EXO - Call Me Baby (2015)

EXO - Exodus (2015)

EXO - Lady Luck (2015)

EXO - They Never Know (2016)

EXO - Lotto (2016)

EXO - Diamond (2017)

EXO - Touch It (2017)

EXO - Boomerang (2017)

EXO - Oasis (2018)

EXO - Love Shot (2018)

EXO - Trauma (2018)

EXO - Non Stop (2019)

EXO Day After Day (2019)

EXO CBX - Hey Mama! (2016)

F

f(x) - Chu~♡ (2009)

f(x) - Beautiful Goodbye (2010)

f(x) - Step (2013)

f(x) - Dracula (2014)

f(x) - Deja Vu (2015)

f(x) - When I’m Alone (2015)

fromis_9 - Love Bomb (2018)

G

GFriend - Labyrinth (2020)

GFriend - Tarot Cards (2020)

Girl’s Generation - Complete (2007)

Girl’s Generation - Tinkerbell (2007)

Girl’s Generation - Trick (2010)

Girl’s Generation - Mr. Mr. (2014)

Girl’s Generation - Back Hug (2014)

Girl’s Generation - Soul (2014)

Girl’s Generation - Party (2015)

Girl’s Generation - You Think (2015)

Girl’s Generation - Talk Talk (2015)

Girl’s Generation - Bump It (2015)

Girl’s Generation - Girls Are Back (2017)

Girl’s Generation TTS - Library (2012)

Gugudan - Chococo (2017)

H

Ha Sung Woon - Blue (2019)

Henry - My Everything (2013)

Henry - Holiday (2013)

Henry - Butterfly (2014)

HINAPIA - DRIP (2019)

Hyoyeon - Mystery (SM Station) (2016)

Hyoyeon - Punk Right Now (2018)

I

IZ*ONE - O’ My! (2018)

IZ*ONE - Airplane (2019)

IZ*ONE - Love Bubble (2019)

IZ*ONE - EYES (2020)

K

Kangta - Calling Out For You (2016)

Key - Forever Yours (2018)

Key - Good Good (2018)

Kim Hyun Min - 청춘의 절정 (OST. Love Forecast) (2015)

Kyuhyun & Tiffany - Rise and Shine (2012)

L

Luna - Galaxy (2016)

Loona - So What? (2020)

N

NCT 127 - Once Again (2016)

NCT 127 - 0 Mile (2017)

NCT 127 - Touch (2018)

NCT 127 - Not Alone (2019)

NCT Dream - Chewing Gum (2016)

NCT Dream - JOY (SM Station) (2017)

NCT U - Volcano (2020)

P

Pristin V - Get It (2018)

R

Red Velvet - Campfire (2015)

Red Velvet - Red Dress (2015)

Red Velvet - Russian Roulette (2016)

Red Velvet - Bad Dracula (2016)

Red Velvet - Rookie (2017)

Red Velvet - Body Talk (2017)

Red Velvet - Perfect 10 (2017)

Red Velvet - RBB (2018)

Ryeowook - Drunk in The Morning (2019)

S

Seohyun - Hello (2017)

Seulgi x SinB x Chungha x Soyeon - Wow Thing (2018)

SF9 - Liar (2019)

SHINee - Sherlock (2012)

SHINee - Clue (2012)

SHINee - Note (2012)

SHINee - Why So Serious? (2013)

SHINee - Everybody (2013)

SHINee - Your Number (Korean Vers.) (2016)

SHINee - 1 of 1 (2016)

SHINee - Good Evening (2018)

SHINee - Chemistry (2018)

SHINee - Tonight (2018)

SHINee - Retro (2018)

SHINee - Lock You Down (2018)

Sihu - Can Not Forget (OST. Queen of Housewife) (2009)

Suho - Starry Night (2020)

Sungmin - I Pray (2019)

Super Junior - Endless Memories (2006)

Super Junior - Tic! Toc! (2006)

Super Junior - Islands (2014)

Super Junior - This Is Love (2014)

Super Junior - Simply Beautiful (2015)

Super Junior - Magic (2015)

Super Junior - Black Suit (2017)

Super Junior - Good Day For A Good Day (2017)

Super Junior - Spin Up (2017)

Super Junior - Me & U (2018)

Super Junior - I Think I (2019)

Super Junior - Heads Up (2019)

Super Junior D&E - The Beat Goes On (2015)

Super Junior D&E - Evanesce II (2018)

SuperM - Drip (2020)

T

Taemin - Mystery Lover (2016)

Taemin - Flame of Love (2017)

Taemin - I’m Crying (2017)

Taemin - Artistic Groove (2019)

Taemin - 2 KIDS (2020)

Taeyeon - U R (2015)

Taeyeon - Why (2016)

Taeyeon - Make Me Love You (2017)

Taeyeon - Christmas Without You (2017)

Taeyeon - Baram 3x (2018)

Taeyeon - One Day (2018)

Taeyeon - Circus (2018)

Taeyeon - Here I Am (2019)

Taeyeon - Wine (2019)

Taeyeon - Drawing Our Moments (2020)

The Boyz - Lucid Dream (2018)

The Boyz - D.D.D. (2019)

The Boyz - Daydream (2019)

The Boyz - Salty (2020)

The Boyz - Checkmate (Road to Kingdom Final) (2020)

The Grace - Dreams Come True (2006)

To Heart - Maze (2014)

Trax - Tears (2004)

Trax - Beat Traitor (2004)

Trax - My Tears (2006)

Trax - Baby (2010)

TVXQ - Smile (2015)

TVXQ - Broken (2018)

Twice - Shadow (2020)

V

VIXX - Odd Sense (2018)

Verivery - Tag Tag Tag (2019)

Verivery - Lay Back (2020)

Verivery - Curtain Call (2020)

Verivery - Thunder (2020)

Verivery - G.B.T.B. (2020)

Verivery - My Face (2020)

Verivery - Hold Me Tight (2020)

X

Xiumin x Mark - Young & Free (2017)

Y

Year 1 Class 7 - Hey You (OST. Sweden Laundry) (2014)

Yesung - Your Echo (2016)

Yuri - Chapter 2 (2018)

Yuri x Raiden - Always Find You (SM Station) (2018)

Yuri x Seohyun - Secret (SM Station) (2016)

[fantasiesaremyreality]

List of IGSTORY Tutorials by katejuseyo:

• (Total of 194- as of 04/23/21)

ANIME

1. Your Name- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLB7KK/

2. Hotarubi No Mori E- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQX7h/

3. Spirited Away- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLExwu/

KDRAMA

1. Full House (ost)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLHb1A/

2. Crash Landing On You (1: removed sound)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLBky9/

3. Scarlet Heart Ryeo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLSB1K/

4. The Heirs- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLB6Wq/

5. Reply1988- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLkjUU/

6. Romantic Doctor 2- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLYx1g/

7. Hotel Del Luna- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLve6f/

8. Stairway to Heaven- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLwudP/

9. It’s Okay Not To Be Okay- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLCTs2/

10. Descendants of The Sun- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJrRo/

11. W: Two Worlds Apart- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLnJ3R/

12. Extraordinary You- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLXrfA/

13. I Am Not A Robot- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLt7wc/

14. The King: Eternal Monarch- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLcEcm/

15. Start Up- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJQN4/

16. Goblin- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLGn1X/

17. While You Were Sleeping- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLv94P/

18. Uncontrollably Fond- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN1Ecr/

19. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN1RXD/

20. Love Alarm- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJF31/

21. Dream High- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLXJyy/

22. Fight For My Way- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQYNE/

23. Tale of Nine Tailed- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLsJG8/

24. Kill Me, Heal Me- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLnXt1/

25. K2- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLgUJo/

26. Itaewon Class- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLTMKS/

27. What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLnMDK/

28. Coffee Prince- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLCw5P/

29. Legend of the Blue Sea- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvXe6/

30. Boys Over Flowers (1)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYs8T5/

31. Boys Over Flowers (2)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYDX7m/

32. Pinocchio- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYsREd/

33. Hwayugi- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYpPLN/

34. Crash Landing On You (2)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYSBSN/

35. Crash Landing On You (1: re-uploaded with sound)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYpUDt/

36. Backstreet Rookie- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnY5jMN/

37. Who Are You: School 2015- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYaqdp/

38. True Beauty- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYHjPT/

39. Hospital Playlist- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSvC6CpT/

40. The Penthouse: War In Life- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSc5B8qA/

41. Mr. Queen- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJBYdmem/

KPOP GROUPS

1. EXO- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLtMo2/

2. BTS - https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvGKw/

3. TWICE- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLXytB/

4. BIGBANG- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL7reR/

5. BLACKPINK- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLqakE/

6. TREASURE- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLWAdq/

7. RED VELVET- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLstLn/

8. IKON- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLtcWF/

9. ITZY- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLgPAe/

10. NCT- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLVUdL/

11. GOT7- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQdgF/

12. SEVENTEEN- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLpLLn/

13. TXT- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLpHKA/

14. IZ*ONE- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLv9PF/

15. STRAY KIDS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLpukt/

16. CRAVITY- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN1SMB/

17. MONSTA X- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLWMB6/

18. THE BOYZ- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLpr1H/

19. GFRIEND- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL3nqW/

20. GIRLS GENERATION/SNSD- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLoFBF/

21. 2NE1- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLwbcX/

22. X1- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLv9u2/

23. ATEEZ- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNhSsm/

24. K.A.R.D- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYXcP8/

25. AESPA- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYxG2S/

26. WANNA ONE- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYuYVe/

27. BTOB- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYQTHD/

28. WINNER- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYA7qm/

29. SUPERM- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYVobp/

30. ENHYPEN- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYVoAJ/

31. PENTAGON- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnY9aNA/

32. MISS A- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSc5esT5/

OPM

1. Ulap by Rob Deniel- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLP2th/

2. Gabi by Rob Deniel- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLhvLp/

3. KLWKN by Music Hero (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLMoCS/

4. Pasensya Ka Na by Silent Sanctuary (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLBYyF/

5. Captivated by IVOS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLusyB/

6. Araw-Araw by Ben&Ben (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLYa3F/

7. The Day You Said Goodnight by Hale- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLSg6v/

8. Sa Susunod Na Habang Buhay by Ben&Ben (1)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLL5fn/

9. Migraine by Moonstar88 (concert type)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLyJB2/

10. Paalam by Moira and Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLLDts/

11. Leaves by Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLFmeL/

12. Home by Reese Lansangan (ldr)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLhE1C/

13. Ride Home by Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLABGx/

14. Higa by Arthur Nery- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLHV7e/

15. Una’t Huling Pag-ibig by Yeng Constantino- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLN14M/

16. Mundo by IVOS (break up ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLN7CW/

17. Araw-Araw by Ben&Ben (2)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL2gB8/

18. Balang Araw by I Belong To The Zoo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLAhqr/

19. Hanggang Sa Huli by SB19- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLfYHc/

20. Dulo ng Hangganan by IVOS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLb8Y1/

21. Your Universe by Rico Blanco- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQXLe/

22. Tulog Na by Sugarfree (Beloved Abe ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLWyWy/

23. Lifetime by Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLwFw1/

24. Take Her To The Moon For Me by Moira- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQ11X/

25. I’ll Never Go by Erik Santos- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvChE/

26. Your Song by Parokya Ni Edgar- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJfcY/

27. 12:51 by Krissy and Ericka- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLxnhS/

28. Basta Mahal Kita by This Band- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLXG9H/

29. Kabilang Buhay by Bandang Lapis- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLCuPu/

30. I Need You More Today by Caleb Santos (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLwfUF/

31. Ala-Ala by MM Madrigal (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvYbj/

32. Di Ka Sayang by Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLp7uJ/

33. Hindi Tayo Pwede by The Juans- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLx5Sw/

34. Araw-Araw by Ben&Ben (3: paskuhan/concert type)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL3mC1/

35. Kahit Kunwari Man Lang by Agsunta (waiting for someone)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvALN/

36. Sleep Tonight by December Avenue- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYPYby/

37. Ako Naman Muna by Angela Ken (self love)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYuDxA/

38. Sa Susunod Na Habang Buhay by Ben&Ben (2: MV inspired)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYquVU/

39. Sana by I Belong To The Zoo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnrQuPq/

40. Midnight Sky by Unique Salonga- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSWMYpyJ/

41. Ikaw Lamang by Silent Sanctuary- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSWoh9ju/

42. Synesthesia by Mayonnaise- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS7f7T6R/

43. With A Smile by Eraserheads- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSvCPKng/

44. Binibini by Zack Tabuldo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJBFEU2u/

45. Nangangamba by Zack Tabuldo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJBYedo2/

OTHER BANDS/GROUPS:

1. SB19- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnFEKaL/

2. ONE DIRECTION- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYayrH/

3. LITTLE MIX- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYg2Sd/

OTHER SERIES/MOVIES

1. Meteor Garden 2018- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLoS2W/

2. 2gether: The Series- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL78WY/

3. Meteor Garden 2001- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLcJmW/

4. Love O2O- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQvkK/

5. The Hows of Us- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL42LF/

6. A Love So Beautiful- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYQaeA/

OTHERS

1. LDR (Romance by Choi Sang Yeop & Jo Eun Ae)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLDvtk/

2. Somebody Out There by Rocket to the Moon- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLjWcy/

3. The One That Got Away by Katy Perry- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLyaxv/

4. Lemonade by Jeremy Passion- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLUm2P/

5. Payphone by Maroon 5 (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLktUL/

6. Run by BTS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL943F/

7. Tonight by FM Static (rooftop scene)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLfvAT/

8. Christmas (1: It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas by Michael Bublé)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL5WCD/

9. Beach with Friends- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLhKbp/

10. On Bended Knee by Boyz II Men (Kris Lawrence ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLN7hJ/

11. Coffee Date (Best Part)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL2GSh/

12. Barkada (Awit ng Kabataan by Rivermaya)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL7pNm/

13. Province Life (Bukid by Jong)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN1XeE/

14. City Life (This City by Sam Fischer)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLCS3L/

15. Break Up Scene (EDSA by Moira)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLp5y4/

16. Library Date (Pagtingin by Ben&Ben)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQwdX/

17. Maybe This Time by Michael Murphy (Sarah Geronimo ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJr5C/

18. Statue by Lil’ Eddie- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLomK5/

19. One Sided Love (Bestfriend by Rex Orange Country)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL3HA3/

20. Sanctuary by Joji- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJywg/

21. Marry Me by Jason Derulo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLEcBX/

22. You by Carpenters- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLW1uM/

23. Garden Date (Ikaw at Ako by TJ Monterde)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLKdUa/

24. LGBT (At My Worst by Pink Sweat$)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLoFFG/

25. Love Story by Taylor Swift- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLg6rk/

26. Vampire (Decode by Paramore)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLweFn/

27. Malibu Nights by LANY (concert type)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLcMm5/

28. Complete Family (Family is Forever by ABS-CBN Music All Star)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN178N/

29. Robbers by The 1975- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLnW1F/

30. Praise You In This Storm by Casting Crowns- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLEfX8/

31. Mirrors by Justin Timberlake (Radio Edit)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnY5QKC/

32. Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL4E3D/

33. Moment of Truth by FM Static- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLWCCe/

34. 13 by LANY- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNrx5E/

35. Spring Day by BTS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNrx5E/

36. That Should Be Me by Justin Bieber (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYURpn/

37. Mata Ke Hati by HIVI! (DaHyo Couple)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYxUVW/

38. ILYSB by LANY- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYCnWj/

39. Rewrite The Stars by Anne-Marie & James Arthur (Zac Efron & Zendaya ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYbVga/

40. Marry Me by Train- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYD4dH/

41. No One by Alicia Keys (Rex Orange Country ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYar61/

42. Harry Potter (HP Theme Song)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYuUQg/

43. Church Date (Bibingka by Ben&Ben)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYD74B/

44. Baguio Christmas Session Road (Liwanag at Ligaya by ABS-CBN Music All Star)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnY4P7B/

45. Huling Sayaw by Kamikazee ft. Kyla- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYa4Ea/

46. Yellow by Coldplay (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnjTff8/

47. First Snow by EXO- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSWFEDYb/

48. Heartbreak Anniversary by Giveon (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJBYrKTE/

PNG TUTORIALS

1. Part 1- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL6SQy/

2. Part 2- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL4gJt/

3. Part 3- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLXpqA/

WATTPAD STORIES

1. The Sun’s Heartbeat by jonaxx- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvQ2C/

2. The Rain In España by 4reuminct- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLp2Jm/

3. Golden Scenery of Tomorrow- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLTCWf/

4. I Love You Since 1892 by UndeniablyGorgeous- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJfAY/

5. To Fall Again (ver. 1) by jonaxx- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYFvDx/

6. To Fall Again (ver. 2) by jonaxx- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnY5Sb1/

7. Safe Sky Archer by 4reuminct- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYXwdq/

8. Chasing in The Wild by 4reuminct- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYmS1S/

9. The Four Bad Boys and Me by blue_maiden- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYGvAG/

10. He’s Into Her by maxinejiji- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYHK7m/

11. Ang Mutya ng Section E by eatmore2behappy- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYU2P4/

ADDITIONAL CREATIVE IGSTORY IDEAS:

1. Idea 1- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSn2w4oA/

2. Idea 2- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZScn58Pr/

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 🤍✨

[soysaucevictim]

Final week (both for program and the year, proper)!

-

Dec. 26

I woke up after 11AM, today. And one of the first things I got done today was some exercise.

First, yesterday’s DD. 2′ meditation with EC. Kinda had no good reason to miss doing this yesterday. Was also a bit fidgety, since it’s been awhile since I last meditated. One of these days, I’m going to make that a habit.

Second, today’s DD. 3′ high knees with EC. I counted 406 reps by the time was up. Happy I managed to stay above 2/sec. Definitely got harder to lift the knees as high by the last half or so.

(After grabbing some iced coffee and updating some logs...)

Last, Day 25 of the FhP. Level 3, no rest. After the first 3, I was wondering about taking more time to rest. Arms started feeling a bit noodle-y, but I just kept the train rolling. A very fun workout - loved all the combos and the moments I could smoothly execute them and the transitions. (Still opting for 50/50 approach rather than bounce-switching.)

Most of my day was spent on the usual and doing some writing research of a medical nature (zombies are weird and great).

I was back on my BS, staying up well into the red zone again.

-

Dec. 27

I woke up around noon.

After a bit of browsing and more note-taking, I did today’s exercise early.

First, today’s DD. 40 squat + step backs with EC. Got a bit winded and fatigued here, but I could manage well enough.

Last, Day 26 of the FhP. Level 3, 1′ rest. Oi, I feel like I badly strained my neck when I playing so much Pokemon on Christmas. Made stuff like the plank rotations particularly uncomfortable/awkward. Push-up form was a bit sloppy too - but yeah, neck wasn’t really having it. :/

Spent some time chatting and watching some movies with a friend. We watched the movie version of “Into the Woods“ (now I have a bit more context for SaSi referencing it) and “Life of Brian“.

I went to bed a bit later than yesterday.

-

Dec. 28

I woke up barely before 1PM.

After a bit of the usual, I did my exercise.

First, today’s DD. 50 prone reverse flies with EC. This felt pretty nice to help limber up my neck some more. Mostly a mild annoyance to get into a position on floor with enough clearance.

Last, Day 27 of the FhP. Level 3, no rest. This was altogether very doable without rest. I still love sit-up punches a lot. I rather enjoy how my abs have been performing for this exercise/load! =w=

Spent pretty much the rest of my night on the usual stuff.

I went to bed obscenely late again. I had a pretty bad episode fussing with my nails again...

-

Dec. 29

I woke up after noon, I think

First, today’s DD. 40 bridge taps with EC. Still a fun exercise, all told.

Last, Day 28 of the FhP. Level 3, no rest. Decided to watch LNTAO again as background noise (Roman shouting “AN ARM!” will always make me laugh). Fun sequence to get through, too.

I then set out to making today’s Hello Fresh Meal. Chicken over garlic Parmesan spaghetti. This was pretty good, but still hard for Dad to deal with.

After some of the usual and some dishes, I got back to writing some more for the iZ!AU.

Went to bed event later than yesterday.

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Dec. 30

I woke up after 1PM.

Watched some YouTube before doing today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 1′ toe tap hops with EC. I counted 118 reps by the end of it - very close to 2/sec. That pace was pretty intense though, did start to feel a bit of fatigue near the end.

Last, Day 29 of the FhP. Level 3, 1′ rest. I admit my push-ups got pretty sloppy as I went along. But It was still fairly intense.

Spent much of the night chatting and doing a bit more writing on that iZ!Prinxiety date intermission (mostly finishing the rough draft).

I went to bed a few hours earlier than yesterday, still in the red zone.

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Dec. 31

I woke up after 11AM.

After a bit of the usual, I did today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 5′ punches with EC. I swapped stances at 2′30″ and counted a total of 632 punches thrown by the end of it. Happy I stayed over 2/sec pace. A fun way to end this shit year too. :P

Last, Day 30 of the Fireheart Program. Level 3, 1′ rest. That was a lot of sit-ups and definitely took some digging in. But a good test for the final day of the program! I enjoyed it!

I did some dishes and made tonight’s Hello Fresh Meal. Cheesy quinoa-stuffed peppers. Everyone enjoyed this one.

Then got back to updating some logs. And chatting about things.

I spent some time topping up fandom blog queue and then stayed up till like 11AM or so writing up a masterpost for my fandom blog to pin. Was that a great idea? Probably not, but I did it anyways.

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Jan. 1

I woke up proper around 3PM.

First, today’s DD. 2′ jumping Ts with EC. I had one false start, realizing I set my timer wrong (for 1′). I wondered why that was a bit too easy. Second go was set properly and I counted 152 reps by the end of it. It was pretty enjoyable.

Last, I decided to chase the bliss from that with a few rounds of half jacks. Tucked out my calves there, but I had fun.

Spent much of my day chatting and thinking more about the physiology of zombies in that iZ!AU. :,D

I got to bed far earlier than yesterday, because tired. But still in my red zone.

-

Summary of Experience:

I finished the Fireheart Program on Dec. 31. I rather enjoyed this program, but then again I’ve always enjoyed combat exercises. I noted that pretty much the entire way through - I didn’t go for the Combat HIIT approach (alternately bounce-switching sides.) Did try to clean up my push-up form for most of it and I’m rather happy about meeting the demands of all those sit-up punches!

I did manage to hit Level 3 for all 30 days, and as for resting times between sets:

No Rest: 7

30″ Rest: 2

1′  Rest: 21

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Lucid Dream

IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Day 7 - Kim Minju

IZ*ONE's Kim Minju x Male Reader Smut

8,525 words

Categories | married man!You, wife!Wonyoung, daddy kink, degradation, rough sex, OC is not a good person

Content warning | cheating, humiliation, Wonyoung slander (it hurt to write but I read "Gone Girl" by Gillian Flynn recently so I guess that went into the whole wife-hating thing)

Skipping again a bit (still will do Chaeyeon and Chaewon and everyone because IZ*ONE best girls). Expect a commission and an IZ Days of Xmas fics this month again <3 I love you all, you make me happy. And as always, sorry for the inconsistency!

Wonyoung is beautiful.

You stare at her as she undresses in front of the full-length mirror. She’s the kind of woman whose vanity seldom rolls eyes because her adoration for herself—smoothing down her dark hair, strictly adhering herself to that keto diet, doing her skincare with the dedication of one who prays nightly to god (pick any)—is wholly justifiable. Look at her. Anyone would understand.

The dress she wore for her hosting show slips off her body. Her abs reflect in the mirror, the result of hard work in the gym. Wonyoung’s waist is impeccable. Magazines have written over and over tips to attain it but it seems that the signature Bratz doll feature can only belong to Wonyoung. The makeup was cleaned up by her stylist but her eyes still shine, her lashes are still long, and her lips are still plump.

Wonyoung is standing there in nothing but her underwear, an attractive set of lace. 

Wonyoung is the perfect female form, a goddess from above choosing a man from below.

Wonyoung is beautiful, a feat that no matter how amazing besides true, she remains the same old fucking bore.

“Did you like my MCing, babe?” she asks.

“Uh-huh.”

Her legs, long and thin, move in planned strides down the room. To the bed. You know where this is going.

Your feet are killing you. Recline, welcoming yourself into the softness of the expensive mattress and pillows your wife paid for all in all. “Wonyoung, I’m tired.” 

She’s a celebrity. Of course, endless days filled to the edge with schedules chase after her. She ought to understand. The nights are her only rest hours, yet with this energy, it’s like Jang Wonyoung never gets exhausted. Always bubbly, always sweet, always so seductive. 

All these are positive traits that any other man would adore and own had you not married her. 

Wonyoung makes an adorable sigh. “But you say that everytime,” she replies sullenly.

She’s pushing her lips out into this cute pout while her brown puppy eyes beg you to give in like you used to. Once upon a time, you were putty around Wonyoung. Never could give an answer without your voice shaking. Never could come near her without blushing. 

She’s the prettiest woman in the world.

You’re the most awful, undeserving man in the world, for all you could think, as you look at her, is: Fucking bitch. 

“Well, maybe it’s because I’m always tired.”

“How about,” she puts a finger on her chin, “I do the job for you?”

Her knees are bruised. You notice this when she drops to them so she could pull your pants to the ground. So she’s been doing this for so long? Lowering herself for you? Sucking you off? You thought that she’d get the hint by now: you don’t want to have sex with her.

So instead, she uses her mouth. Better than her pussy anyway. What are you saying? She’s a tight woman. But it’s the same thing everyday: she gets on your cock and you hear her annoying voice straining as she rides you. Her cunt, soaked and useless, makes you want to call her its name. She’s always needy. It isn’t flattering when you don’t reciprocate it.

It’s a goddamned chore. Wonyoung’s throat welcomes you. The other way around, actually: your cock welcomes a claustrophobically closed passageway and has to deal with it until you cum. It’s an unwanted visitor. She rang the bell, said hi, and you let her in. Doesn’t mean you like her there.

“Doing so good, baby,” you say. Oh, yeah, doesn’t mean you mean it either—although you do feel Wonyoung smile happily. She’s happy when she makes you happy. When she makes you give her the illusion that you have any happiness in this worn-out marriage.

Her lips seal around you. You can feel them suckling. Your knees are tense. The moans are forced, though. Hearing them come out from your own mouth makes you want to place a pillow over your face and press it down as hard as you can.

She slides you down her throat. Admittedly, you love the way she chokes. Her eyes get all watery, like she’s crying from pain. That sounds appealing. 

You’re a critically messed up man, you know. But they’re what make the world go ‘round. Why do you think they write romance books about them—the bad boy, the mafia boss, the killer? Plus, one of those “terrible” people inspires the biggest Korean celebrity to continue hosting, dancing, and singing. So who’s so terrible now?

To conclude, if anything, you’re the one responsible for Wonyoung’s success.

To conclude, you groan as desperately as you can then release in her mouth. Wonyoung gags. Another pretty sound. Her eyes look up while she attempts to swallow. Saliva sticks to her chin. Semen floods up to the roof of her mouth. It reminds you of how it ends up there more often than in her womb.

You would’ve made beautiful children with Wonyoung in another world where she wasn’t famous and you actually loved her. You would have been a softer, kinder man. She would have been a person who’s easier to love and make love with.

“Wonyoung, Wonyoung, that… was incredible.”

If you weren’t a director, you’d be the one on camera. You’re a great actor when it comes to your wife. Your incompetence in the house is masked by husbandly exhaustion; an artificial gaze of attentiveness hides your indifference to conversation. 

She smiles coquettishly. “I try.”

The wide closet parts. She chooses a pair of silk pajamas that hang around her thin frame. She climbs onto the bed and wraps an arm around you. Her skin is always cold to the touch. Like she’s dead or something. How interesting.

You stroke her hair. “I’d return the favor but… I’m actually gonna pass out. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She kisses your forehead. Wonyoung’s a sweet girl. “Good night.”

You smile. Say it back. Her eyelids flutter closed. Her palms are flat against each other and are placed under her cheek. Cute, you guess. She sleeps. 

You don’t. 

You should have—nothing good ever happens after midnight.

-

2:05 a.m., more specifically.

-

Amazing how time slips through your grasp like air. You reach and reach, desperate for a return, desperate for a flash to the past. As always, your efforts aren’t fruitful. The seconds pour through the pinched waist of the hourglass and you can’t stand it on its other head. You’re unable to revert back to the moment you took your arm from underneath your wife’s skull. The moment you opened your phone. If you hadn’t, maybe things would have been different.

But it’s past two, and you’re resting your back on the pillowy headboard with your phone in your hands. The circumstances just play right into danger: Wonyoung’s asleep, the night is eerily quiet, and the screen is there, awaiting the secret routine. Which girls would you cum for today? Why aren’t your thumbs clicking over censored sites?

Your feed shows a naked woman, her eyes staring up and her mouth wide. Scroll past that—you prefer the amateur videos, where the expressions balance between exaggerated and naturally provoked. A ton of videos could help in the bathroom where you take your nightly “shower,” and it’s not one of those.

Maybe you need the real thing.

Look at Wonyoung. Perhaps you should have let her ride you just so you could cum in a warm pussy again. After all, it’s the least you could do when you were once a fan of her. That’s how everyone starts: puppy-like adoration. But she doesn’t have the star quality she once did onstage; the coy thoughtful princess you envisioned her as. That’s why you haven’t fucked her in weeks. 

You’re about to wrap your hand around your cock and ready yourself for another night of conflicted pleasure. This video is perfect for that already. You could jerk yourself off then get a good night’s sleep. Simple. This is the safest option for a dangerous want. By just watching, you’re not cheating on your wife. It’s just porn. Jerk off, cum, cum again probably, then sleep. Nobody gets hurt.

“Fuck me… please,” whimpers the woman in the video. Her legs are spread open. Her partner’s swiping his cock at her lips while she looks at him with equal hunger, equal desire. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Then, a text message notifies you, peeking from the top of your screen. It dares you to click it.

And it says the exact same thing.

fuck me please, i cant take it anymore. 

i miss you 

You look around, like you’re afraid someone might see it. There’s only the dimness of your bedroom that greets you. It’s safe, but this message isn’t. 

The number is familiar. Has one of your friends gone crazy? Or did they send a text to the wrong person? Take it for spam, a perfectly coincidental one, or a scam, a typical, preying-on-the-married, pwning message.

But why would a contact spam you at a time so strangely perfect?

Don’t bother. Your fist works on your dick as you watch the video. The woman’s so wet that although she isn’t squirting, her juices start to stick to the man’s thighs. Her mouth is wide open as he finally pounds her. 

What you’d give to have good sex like that again. 

XXX-XXX-XXX sent a video message.

Fine. Click it, you’re curious.

Oh, so apparently, the answer is your marriage.

The video shows a face that’s more intimate than familiar. The ebony-black hair already tells you who she is, as does her body. Her form is encased in a floral tank top and nothing else. Although her chest is covered, she’s still a little daring with how her nipples stamp the fabric. She turns herself around to let you admire the curve of her wide hips and her round butt.

There’s only one woman with a body so perfect. And she’s the one and only Kim Minju.

There are reasons for everything. This is yours for why you didn’t give this number a name: 

No one needs to know just from a text that you cheated on Jang Wonyoung.

That was so long ago, back when you were still boyfriend and girlfriend. You were drunk and missed Wonyoung’s old self. Why did she have to be such a bitch? Why did she dedicate herself to work and leave you dry? It’s not like the industry would go bankrupt without her. Minju came over, listened to your complaints—every little whine about Wonyoung being busy, every little jab at her workaholic character—then said something along the lines of, why don’t you have a little fun while she’s away. 

And you thought�� yeah, that was a really great idea. 

That was the beginning of the end. After multiple secret meet-ups and raunchy sex in alleyways, you didn’t contact Minju again. You forgot her. You thought she did, too. She should have understood that your infidelity, albeit alluring, would be a thing of the past. 

But here she is, in your messages, with a pornographic clip of herself in a round-cornered bubble. She’s waiting for a reply. 

Although you’ve long lost your aspirations to be a better husband, you type what a good man should. This man is proper, faithful, and loving. He loves his wife only and the only other people he loves with this deep of a bond is his family. 

Stop texting me or I’ll block you. 

It’s not enough. You’re not a good man. You aren’t proper or faithful or loving or any of that shit. You were about to masturbate to an internet celebrity after turning down sex with your wife. What about that makes you a good person?

:( you miss me sooooo bad it’s pathetic, Minju replies.

You look at her again. You may not be able to turn back time with your metaphorical hourglass, but you can turn this hourglass body into any position you want. You could push her against a window for all to see, perhaps fuck her to the floor, or slam her on a desk like a teacher would to a test paper. Minju would let you do anything to her.

Stop it.

She really has to. As much as you dislike Wonyoung, she’s your wife, and you vowed on your wedding day to only have eyes for her. 

But you’re only one man against a body like Minju’s that curves in every right place.

Three circles float up and down in a contained bubble before she texts you back:

alright…what a pity :( i’m already outside!! i guess ill have to go back…

You’ve never bolted out of bed so fast. 

You look back at Wonyoung as you stand in the doorway. She’s still in deep slumber. Now, are the curtains closed? The entrances locked? Scan the house thoroughly, until you inch your way to the front door. 

Hesitate. You didn’t know you had a conscience but here it is. It tells you to wonder if Minju really is behind it, like she said. She knows how to use the privilege of being Wonyoung’s close friend. That’s how she came to your house like she used to with no worry for paparazzi or suspicion. Best friends don’t fuck their best friends’ husbands, right?

Open the door. This one did.

Minju grew more beautiful in her absence. Her hair is silkier this time and her shy smile is brighter. The long coat is smoothed by her fingers, and you wish you could be the brown piece of fabric her pale hands run down. What makes you guilty for thinking it, even when you’ve done it, is the fact that she looks so innocent. It’s like it would be a crime to even buy her a drink. 

How could she be innocent with that photo she sent? The time you spent together: you folding her over a table and promising to fill her up? Fucking her while Wonyoung is busy and counting on you to welcome her home? Sending nudes like there’s no tomorrow? Nothing about Minju is pure, yet she acts like she could do no wrong.

“Minju,” you say. Your voice sounds fragile. She has a way of breaking you befote you’re breaking her into breaking another bed. 

She blinks theatrically. Everything she does is angelic. “Glad you opened the door.”

The knob is cold in your fist. It chills your animalistic brain and urges you to consider the consequences. Right, it says, here’s what a human—a good one—would think. If Wonyoung wakes and sees you with Minju, she’d have a lot of questions. If paparazzi are somehow hiding in the forest that extends to acres before your house, everyone would know you’re cheating on her. Most of all, you’re married, monogamy and everything. 

So what will it be? This is your last and only chance to send her away.

You know what you have to do. Take a few breaths. “You have to leave. I’m not joking, it isn’t right.”

In response, Minju unravels the ribbon of the layers sealed around her waist. It falls apart. You do, too.

She’s a real danger. As it turns out, the girl isn’t wearing anything underneath that trench coat. She’s an artist’s naked muse—bare long legs, wide hips, and a sizable bust that has sculptors carving something else.

The cold hardens her pink nipples. You notice how her breasts are much bigger than your wife’s. How her hips are more tempting to grab, so you do. How her body is meatier, a lot more enticing that you wouldn’t refuse a day without touching it.

Minju fuels your infidelity, and you won’t stop for it if it kills you.

She simpers, fingers curling into your work shirt. “Still wanna make me leave,” she asks, “when you can breed me all night long?”

You laugh, huffing it out as you pull her inside and close the door behind her. Minju looks gorgeous pressed to it. She looks gorgeous in whatever situation, actually. Her thighs squish against the carved design and look thicker as a result. More reasons to dive into that shaven cunt and abuse it.

“You’re not leaving until we make a fucking mess, Minju.” You take your shirt off. Throw it on the ground. “And we better make it quick.”

“Of course.” She nods. She’s slyer than a fox, but she submits to you without a second thought.

You lean in to kiss her. The heat is unbearable. You can feel it from Minju’s body transferring to yours. It’s the effect of her natural skills as your personal slut: trying to fit her tongue deeper in your mouth while you pull her close like she’d dare to run away. 

You haven’t gotten this hard for anyone else. It’s always been Minju you fall for. You miss the way she kisses, the way she roams her hands all over your torso, the way she’s goddamned insatiable. Feeling it all now in one, heated moment makes you dizzy. You’re taking in too much of her, but without her, you’d go thirsty again. 

Your fingers are in her hair; hers are on your waist. Your teeth are clamped down on Minju’s bottom lip; hers are apart and allow soft moans to pass through—one, two, three. You fit each other in so many wicked ways. They did say misery loves company.

Open your eyes. The dream doesn’t stop. Minju’s still pushing her mouth in your face and you’re letting her. You don’t know if you ought to be relieved or downright horrified. You’re cheating on Wonyoung again with a woman whose body is just a bit nicer. You should be furious at yourself. You aren’t.

You’ve made out with each other on the way to the dining room. You and your wife worked hard for its designed walls and sturdy, well-furnished ornaments. A lot of money was raked out to make this house the best place to call home. So, why do you want to ruin it?

Well, because of her.

Minju leans on the dining table with a funny smile on her face. “She really doesn’t do it for you, huh?” she asks.

It makes you wince how you know who she’s talking about. Who else is she referring to other than poor Wonyoung? Poor, skinny, ugly Wonyoung?

Nibble at her earlobe. Hear little gasps come out of her. “Don’t talk about her,” you say.

You don’t want to have any afterthoughts about fucking Minju. Besides, being reminded that you’re disloyal to a woman who loves you very much is painful, even to a man like you.

Wonyoung is an angel. Minju isn’t—but you run after her to darkness.

“Ohh, come on, I know I’m better than her.” Minju squirms with erotic moans. Your kisses are going south, and she loves their little detour. “You don’t fuck her like you fuck me.”

When was the last time you worshiped Wonyoung? Like what you’re doing to Minju now? Your lips haven’t passed over it in ages that you probably wouldn’t know where the bigs and smalls of her body are. Like there’s anything to know. 

“Actually,” you snort, “I don’t fuck her at all.”

You stop chuckling. That was the wrong thing to say. That was the wrongest thing to say out of the millions of other cocky phrases you could’ve thrown to Minju. The look on her face, the one that’s of pride and submission and dangerous knowledge united, tells you to watch your mouth. 

You’re five seconds minimum too late to listen. 

Minju grins. There’s the answer she wanted. “That’s how it is? Just looking at a girl and thinking you wanna stamp a divorce approval on her forehead? Jesus. This is why I never got married.”

“First off, nobody put a ring on you because you’re a slut, Minju.”

“That’s only the third reason.” Her fingers drape the sides of your face and tugs you in. You’re invited to the sight of her infallible tits. “These are the first two.”

The girl isn’t as busty as that woman Wonyoung likes to call her industry mom, but you bet they’re better. No, it’s a matter of truth. Minju’s boobs aren’t too big or too small; just the perfect, filling size to hold onto when you’re railing her from behind.

You choose to suck on them for now. It’s like a trip down memory lane when you kiss down her neck and collarbone. You remember how good her smooth, soft skin feels beneath you, how her moans are a favorite tune. Minju bites her lip while you do so to her shoulder.

It’s crazy to think that she just so happened to be born with this. She was born to be a pretty face with a sex-defined body that you pull and push and pry apart. Best thing is, she’ll lay back down and beg for more. It’s like she knows her purpose, which would’ve shot down her dignity and humanity.

Her nipple pops in your mouth. Your sucking guarantees its hardness, and Minju starts whining. She arcs her body, wanting something rougher. Thus, you seize the span of her hip to rub her pearl with fierce speed.

“Oh, fuck, god—” What others might take for blasphemy, you take for praise. Minju’s already soaking wet. She would have had embarrassing laundry to do if she wore panties. Maybe it’s a good thing she arrived wearing nothing.

She’s still so sensitive. You caress her clit after a few kisses down her midriff. She fidgets needily like you aren’t already touching her. You’re nearly right—this touch is nothing when she needs something harsher. That something involves you treating her less than a human being, putting her down and tearing at her hair. 

“Please just fuck me,” she whispers. “Breed me, breed me, breed me—”

Yeah, that’s what she wants.

You don’t need further motivation, not when you’re presented with the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen. Her fat lips are soaked. They frame the clitoris you’ve been stimulating that shines with slick. Then there’s the tiniest hole below it that begs to be used.

Your digits shove past all tightness. Her wetness allows a deeper exploration, so you curl your digits like you’re beckoning the orgasm forward. You know how easily you can get it out of her. All it needs to get Minju cumming around you is a slap, roughness, and giving her what she wants anyway. You know your methods, she knows hers. It’s a recognizable cycle that despite this, you can’t break.

Part your fingers widely to spread her. She’s so wet that she soaks your knuckles. There’s an ocean inside her waiting to be waved to shore. A storm, too, brews from the base of her throat as Minju whimpers. Her body lifts off the table but you force her down on it. She isn’t going anywhere, not without a fight.

Oh, and fight she does. She was an idol before an actress, so her muscles still memorize the circling motions that repeat on your fingers rather than move onstage. She sang once. That was a long time ago yet her voice sounds perfect as it strains her moans. Every little thing she does is a reflection of her past. 

That’s why when she leans back, pupils dilating north, and says “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you get deja vu.

Your palm hits her clit, adding impact to your strokes. “There you go, little slut,” you snarl. “Are you happy now? Maybe even a little grateful?”

If Minju’s ass isn’t pressed down on the glass mantling your dining table, it hovers so her pink little hole receives you better. It’s not without the help of her weak hands clinging to the table for dear life, but she seems to be losing her balance. Her hips are shuddering. Her beautiful face is squeezed up into a blissful wince. Her breaths are becoming blunt little gasps that say none of the gratitude you want to hear.

You slap her boob. Red blooms from her pale skin that deepens when another impacts her bosom. The recoil dizzies you. If anyone’s getting the impression that you’ll slap her bouncy tits until you hear a proper word of thanks, they’d be right. First impressions are right just for once.

“T-thank you—” Her voice cracks, breaking like her. “Fuck, shit, thank you, thank you.”

Squeeze her cruelly and pull on the perky nipple. Your thrusts become mindlessly paced. Your hand returns to your cock while the other ruins her pussy. The pleasure is telepathic. It’s connecting you; her screams and squirms make you do the same. The electricity firing up in your veins is a shared network. When you point your fingers to her spot, she arcs her back in the same direction. How beautifully fucked up is that? 

“That’s not enough. You didn’t come here for nothing. What do you want, Minju?”

Minju babbles. You got your gratitude but not a proper answer. To be fair, she can’t speak when you’re fucking her like it’s your dick inside her, and when your lips are all over her collarbone. 

“And you better keep quiet,” you add, curling your thrusts, “or Wonyoung‘s gonna hear. Do you really want her to know her precious friend is a big slut?”

However, despite the rumors she starts, Minju could be a very good girl when needed. 

“Need you to make me cum,” she whispers. Her midriff is fluid as water with the way it rolls, showing off the hourglass shape of her waist and a soft tummy. “Do everything to me you can’t with Wonyoung. P-please, I can’t take it.”

Even if she can’t (wrong by the way), you’ll make her. She asked for it. She walked up to your house with a purpose: to be used, to be treated like less of a human being. So it’s understandable that you slam her down the table and seal a hand around her neck. 

She’s so light that the forceful push doesn’t break the fragile glass. But there’s something of hers instead that’s going to be broken.

“Oh fuck! It’s so–” Minju’s eyes roll back. “Ohh… oh!”

Little sparks of wetness shoot in the air. Your pace turns merciless. With just three fingers, you puppet her body. Strings are pulled—her arms raise and her long legs strain to pull you in. You push and she keens, you pull and she yells. You’re making her desecrate the place with her water.

“C-can’t breathe.” A squeeze of her beautiful features—eyelids wrinkling, mouth parting, cheeks filling with scarlet—occurs before she squirts again. She whimpers pathetically, sounding so pitiful you want to laugh. “Ah, fuck, daddy—”

Something stirs inside you. When men hear that name, it ought to feel purely platonic and familial. They’d hear it from their daughter and feel compelled to protect them from men who’d do to them what you do to Minju. But you much prefer hearing that two-syllable word when it comes from a naked woman squirting all over the floor, from whom once you register it, you’re urged to pin her down, tie her down, hold her down.

Ironically, you release her. That isn’t because it’s over though. “On your knees. Follow me.”

Minju releases a gasp, grateful for the oxygen. The color returns to her face yet she barely has the energy to get off the table. You’re a generous man, and hey, it still counts as helping. So you yank her hair and force her on the ground. She fucking moans, a feat deserving of a healthy spank to her ass.

You walk to the living room. She follows you withher hands and knees bearing the cold tiles. You lead her to the place where you spend your time watching movies, rehearsing, and hanging out with Wonyoung if she’s ever home.

Speaking of, glance at the door of your bedroom. It’s still closed. It’ll stay that way.

Look down after wondering why Minju’s noisier. She’s playing with herself on the floor with no care for the cold chill of the tiles or the little dirt wedged between them. She lightly rubs her abused clit, quivering at the contact. You expect that from her—she’s corrupted, an irredeemable cause. She’ll get herself off anytime anywhere.

But what’s unexpected is what those watery eyes are focused on: you, in a framed picture on the wall. You look younger, happier. You’re in formal garments standing next to Wonyoung in a church.

It was you on your wedding day.

You spit on Minju. “Filthy cumslut.”

The drool slides down her cheek like a tear. She darts her tongue out and licks it. One could’ve thought it was candy considering the lift of a smile. 

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she says resolutely. Her fingers still toy with her entrance. They won’t serve her well when there’s a bigger, better thing behind your pants to do it for her.

Your pants are already off. “Get up. Get the fuck up,” you command, but you do it for her. 

You grab her neck and force her up. The look on her face is addicting, the way the shock turns into carnal need, the way she bites her lip. You press her to the wall, right under the framed wedding pictures, and finally plunge yourself inside her.

“Oh, oh, oh!” 

What did Minju do to get this tight? Her walls are squeezed closer around you than you remember. They’re still wet from her squirting, easing your burden of fighting against the tautness of her core.

Her groans are pitched just like how you pitch yourself in her and make her fight for it. She tries everything: gathering the strength she has to push her ass into your crotch, rolling her body, looking back to watch your cock disappear between her lips. 

“So big, daddy!” she cries. With a lick of her lips, she turns to face you. “Mmm, d-do you ever get this massive when you’re fucking Wonyoung?”

That seals it. There’s no restraint in using her body. Her plump ass leading to her toned back is a temptation by itself. You’d burst all over it (maybe in it) if you weren’t already firm in breeding her. But dear god—it rises and descends into your angled pumps so effortlessly that you aren’t afraid to spank it like you’re angry at her. 

“Keep your whore mouth shut.”

Spank after spank you bestow and you realize, oh, you and Minju are really made for each other. The more her ass reddens, the more hot pain sparks on your palm. She throws herself back hard, you piston her harder. 

Your puzzle pieces stick together so perfectly that it’s a shame you didn’t meet under different circumstances. She could’ve been an adorable girl next door and you could have been a guy looking to slip her a love letter. She would’ve been your loving girlfriend, a beautiful wife, someone you’d actually enjoy touching, so different from the woman asleep in the bed upstairs.

But that’s never happening. Minju’s a slut through and through, and she’ll forever be a sin you won’t go to confessions for. She was made to be fucked then discarded of when she’s no longer of use. You see it in the way she’s in a mantra of craziness, the way she yells, the way she looks back at you like she’s daring you to hurt her.

You choose the dare rather than to tell her the truth. You curl her hair into a fist and pull her into you. 

“God, I’m so close.” Minju’s trembling body grows warmer in your touch. “I’m gonna cum all over your big gorgeous cock. I can’t hold out longer, daddy.”

Your teeth dig into her earlobe. You could make her bleed and she’d still find a way to make the pain heavenly. “I thought I told you to be quiet. Is Wonyoung waking up and ending your life worth it for this?”

“What if I say yes?” 

“Fuck.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice, making her see you’d give her away to get a night with me? You’ll give up all this stupid shit t-to be my daddy. Because Wonyoung’s just sooo worthless, isn’t she?”

Savage her cunt and shove your fingers down her mouth just so she could shut up. You love this. Minju’s always so ready for you. 

No, actually—now that you think about it, you hate it. You hate how she’s curvier than your wife, how she’s more alluring than she could ever be, how she moans despite the blockage in her throat. Everything about her is so sexy that the sound of her choking up spit makes you throb. 

This is the wrong time to have a conscience. You’ve already split her apart. You’ve already got your fingers in her hair that pull hard to the point that damage is highly likely. You’ve already—

—got Minju screaming, biting down on your skin as her legs spread. What a strange thing to have as a natural reflex. That’s all she knows to do: spread her legs, hope her innocent face attracts a guy into her home and his dick into her pussy. Her skin, white as snow, has become impure with red blemishes. You see her purple-bruised neck flex when she yells into your hand. 

“Daddy! Daddy!” Minju yells. Her fingernails leave fine scratches on the wall. “Fuck, I’m squirting so much I don’t know what to do—oh fuck!”

You bump the manic girl up on your knee before spreading her legs. A godless squirt of her juices hits Wonyoung’s face, the savior being the glass protecting the picture. Others bless their homes with water blessed by esteemed priests; you like to stand out. Choose to have Minju’s unholy juice flood the photo you once held dear. 

Did something possess you? An evil spirit, a god of fertility? All are clichés but you can’t help but think so when you notice how fast you’re pumping Minju. It’s like greed’s finally reigned you. It’s difficult to resist. Minju just wrings your cock perfectly dry with her tight cunt, keeps you speedy with her desperate moans. You’re vandalizing her with your climax and she doesn’t want to be clean ever again.

“You think you’re special, Minju?” You press her to the ruined picture. Her side profile mashes on the glass. “You’re nothing, only a useless hole, just like that bitch. Now clean it up.”

Her eyes light up in shock. Excitement? “What?”

You pull her head back in order to have her full lips pressed against Wonyoung’s face. The clear squirt is still dripping from it. Minju’s face is red, and although your cock left her moments ago, she insists on tensing like it’s there. Is that how she lives? Her way of bonding is riding on the high she got the night before and the night before that. She always has sex in her mind that thoughts of it occur to her as they would to an animal. 

That’s right; she’s an animal. Perhaps even a dog would have more self-control than her, ironically. 

“Lick your mess,” you command. “Now.”

Minju whimpers. You bury your fingernails in her scalp until she loses her fake hesitance. Her tongue glides on Wonyoung’s face and relieves her of the mess. Her lips part and close, taking in her own taste. 

She looks like she’s making out with your wife. Her pretty face smudges the other pretty face in the picture and it’s so much hotter than it’s got the permit to be. Wonder how it’ll look if she’s actually kissing the real Wonyoung—picture them with their legs locked together and tongues coming out to play—and you’re hard enough for another round.

“That’s right. You want to be Wonyoung so bad? You want to be the one I drive into the bed everyday? So fucking make out with her.”

“Y-yes, daddy. Oh.” Minju’s moans fog the glass. “I taste delicious.”

 It’s probably a hygienically reprehensible thing to do. But her mouth is dirtier than the picture anyway. You force her lips deeper into it until you pull her away, satisfied.

Not quite.

Rub her clit a few more times. Hose her squirt all over the floor. You’ll have a mess to clean up. Oh, there’s all the evidence: her squirt on the floor, her lipstick in the shape of a languid kiss on the picture frame, the mess she made in the dining table where you ate her rather than your food. 

But it’s all worth it. An evil idea plants and sprouts in your mind. “Bedroom.”

Minju pants. Her hands are flat on the wall. She turns to you, saliva and lipstick smeared on her chin, and asks, “W-which one?” 

“You know exactly where.”

Her wide eyes tell you wordlessly that she got the point. She’s well aware of what room you want to use her body next. It’s not even supposed to be a question given the ways and moments you fucked her there.

“But daddy—if, if she hears us?”

You grin. “Then you’ll have to be pretty fucking quiet.”

The best thing about Minju besides her body is her passiveness. She may act up sometimes but she still needs your cock, and she’ll do anything to get it. So when she hangs her head to hide her smile, you spank her. It speeds her steps to the staircase. Continue doing so all the way.

It’s funny how she struggles to even lift a foot. Streams of your cum and hers slide down her legs, staining the carpet. You’ll have to wash that out, too. If you have the maid do it, she’s likely to put two and two together. 

Even from the back, Minju’s body is beautiful. Her reddened ass twists from side to side and brings attention to her wide hips. The deep line on her spine is a path you trace your fingertips on. She quivers. 

“Daddy,” she whines.

Hit her butt. Let it fill your palm. “Keep on walking.”

It’s borderline dehumanizing. You’re treating her with a ferociousness a woman like her should never have to go through. The eyes of the painted men and women on your walls lock on her. It’s like their hard stares are real. Minju bears the blows to her cheeks during her walk of humiliation up the stairs. Tiny yelps are caused by each one. It’s in her to be quiet now that Wonyoung is quite near, although not as close as she is to another heavy orgasm.

You slap her pussy, making her shake, then lead the juices mingling in it up to her asshole. She chews on the inside of her cheek to hide her moan. She reaches the last step with a huge sigh of relief. 

The finality of the torture doesn’t last long. Fuck, it doesn’t even exist. You collect the semen and wetness from her legs, then drag it right back to her pussy.

You shove your fingers deep in her cave. There. Now your cum stays inside her. After that, it’ll drip all the way to her womb. She screams through pursed lips. 

Push her hard against your bedroom door. Her stomach’s flatness goes up to the point that it’s the only thing engendered into the wood. Minju’s tiny gasp is already loud for you. Her beautiful side profile is mashed deep into the solid barrier between the two women.

Minju whimpers. Is she scared or heavily turned on? The thing with her is she likes both. So, yeah—she’s wet at the thought of being caught with you, being fucked within a distance of your wife wherein she could finally pin down your infidelity. 

The little angel closes her eyes when your words hover near her prone ear. “Shut up,” you warn, “unless you want to lose your career. Or this dick.”

You slip your shaft between Minju’s shapely thighs. A friction is nurtured and grown into rough, pant-accompanied humping that leaves both of you breathless. Her pussy lips splay warmly on you and you’re allowed to rub yourself on her clit. 

Minju tenses up. Her breaths are kept to a hummed volume yet their huskiness gets you to fuck her legs faster. The core between them is so warm and you haven’t even welcomed yourself in it again. 

You carefully open the door. You don’t know what you’re expecting: Wonyoung crying with her face in her knees? An anger you never knew she could have? But what shows calms you. There’s your wife who remains asleep on the bed. From the soft snores, it’s easy to tell she’s deep in a dream.

“Wonyoung’s so pretty, daddy,” whispers Minju. You push her to the footboard where she holds on tight. “Do you think she’ll want to join if she wakes up? Or she’ll leave you for me?”

“Are you sure you want to act like that?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Depends on what you’re gonna do to me.”

Everything. You’re planning on doing everything to her. 

Push her to the small pole of the wood. You’re forced to shove your fingers in her mouth again to keep her from yelling. The contact it makes to her clit is already overwhelming. But she’s all for overwhelming—she wants the kind of sex that leaves her beaten and bruised, the kind that leaves her sore and not knowing if she should tell you to keep going or halt. 

You know what she’d choose.

Minju grinds on the pole. She’s dancing her hips again. Somehow, things of the past don’t leave her. Her idol days still leave an impact on her. The guy she made cheat on his wife a long time ago returned to her life to cheat again. 

No, you’ve never been one for sentimentality, but things have somehow stayed the same. The slut that is Minju today was a slut all those years ago, too. 

Grab her hips and force her to hump the ball of the pole. She soaks it instantly. Minju is corrupted to no hope of return. There’s your cum, leaking from her pussy and to the bedsheets. Her juices wet the pole and increase the creaking noises that would wake Wonyoung up if not for whatever dream she’s having.

“Oh, daddy! Oh, daaaddy—” she stammers, words bitten and broken in the major need to be quiet.  “Just… fuck me. Please?”

“As long as you—”

“Be a good quiet girl, yes. I’ll do anything, daddy. Anything for this cock.” 

She kneels down. Her tender mouth seals around your left testicle. You nearly shout right there and then. Minju’s running her lips on the underside of your swelling dick. She feels so good, and she is so good. She has all the tips and tricks to keep you hard memorized, if her brain wasn’t too full of other dirty thoughts.

The rasp in your throat materializes and makes her squirm her legs together. She puckers her lips then slips your cock through their joined entrance. Her almond eyes look wider tonight. Your tip pokes the back of her throat. She lets it rub there for now. You find pleasure in the texture that makes you leak. No, you can’t cum. Not yet.

Take a last look at Wonyoung before diving your rod to the depths of Minju’s throat.

It’s funny that the girl still has a gag reflex. Sucking dick is second nature to her. So is getting throatfucked. The walls of her oral hole flex to keep you in. She makes sharp inhalations only to take in the musky scent you thrust on her. In her?

Choking comes after. The orifice grows tighter which makes you fuck it harder. Saliva’s slick liquid state sheens your erection. Minju’s lost her breath a long time ago but she’s lost more than that now. The regular beat of her heart is gone. You can’t search her face for any color other than the palest white. 

“You have to stop gagging, Minju,” you say. Don’t help her though; keep ruining that throat. “Maybe you really do wanna get caught. Makes you really wet, doesn’t it?”

She nods. Your hard tip bobs in her mouth as she does. Her pretty eyes, with their long lashes and big pupils that always seem to gleam with innocence, fill with watery tears. 

“How cute.” You’re surprised that her hair is intact to her scalp after you pull it back. “But I make the rules around here. And I need you to seal that mouth shut and use it for good.”

There’s a possibility that, like Minju, you’re a dancer as well. But the upward grind of your body has no grace in it. It’s a rough, punked up beat that renders the girl humming and screaming.  This roughness is nowhere close to natural.

You dip your cock in her just to see how far you could go, how far is needed to keep her quiet. Feed her more than she could suck. Every sensitive spot of yours is on fire thanks to Minju’s dutiful tongue and hard sucking. Your sack slaps her chin so hard it’s surprising it doesn’t hurt. 

But, like you iterated, Minju isn’t normal. She takes the pain for pleasure and doesn’t give a damn if she gets wounded because of it. 

The tears finally fall from her eyes. 

The lines blur. Who is she—the woman asleep on your bed or the woman you fucked to be disloyal to her? Minju’s beautiful; so is Wonyoung. Jang Wonyoung is beautiful but there’s a category of beauty wherein the girl you’re destroying right now falls in. That’s the section for women who look pretty when they cry, who’ve accepted they’re as fucked up as whoever finds them and takes them in for who they are.

Your wife is pretty. You guess. But Minju is a beauty who lets you do everything to her, and that makes her a little bit more important.

Defile, defile, defile. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you get cum in her hair—(”I have a photoshoot, babe, you can’t!”). Semen sticks to Minju’s locks right now. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you be this rough with her—(“And what if they see? I shouldn’t look dirty to the fans.”) Minju is sitting there taking it like she’s just a cum dump. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you tear off her clothes because “they’re couture so it’s not really mine.” The coat Minju wore coming here lies discarded on the first floor.

Wonyoung doesn’t let anyone defile her. It’s her most fatal flaw. It’s the flaw that makes her husband see all the tiny imperfections she doesn’t allow the camera to see and chase highs in another woman’s throat.

So when Minju cries, gags, chokes—you realize it’s all so simple.

Slip out of her. The delusions clouding your head make you steal a look at the bed. Oh, now it’s unbelievable. Wonyoung is still asleep.

Not that it’s any inconvenience to you.

You prop Minju up to the vanity table. The counter carries the heave of her small chest. She can barely lift her head up. It makes her carry a look of humiliation that’s not at all true. She’s the most shameless woman you’ve ever met.

“Daddy… daddy…” 

Twist her chin so she can look at herself in the mirror. Her body is amazing despite the handprints and bruises peppered on her stomach, butt, and neck. She flusters but your finger presses on her lips before she can look away.

“Not a single sound,” you remind her. 

She nods. Good girl.

Minju’s a capable girl. Well, mostly. She offers those amazing dicksucking lips, shapely curves, and sometimes, her ass for ruining its own tightness. But nothing beats the feeling of her cunt. It’s all the right things: wet, tight, and perfectly quivering as they wrap around your shaft.

Minju closes her eyes. Bites down on her lip. She fights to be true to her promise of silence. Being a good girl and bad girl simultaneously is one of her versatile traits. The table creaks louder than expected. You would’ve shot another look at your spouse again, but Minju’s pretty face is in the way. Her cheeks are scarlet and her brows bead with sweat. She really is a beauty.

Your strokes are ceaseless. The thing that shocks you the least is the fact that her legs look as if they spread wider and wider. She splits while you split her apart. Place a hand on her tummy to muffle the sounds of skin colliding and wood creaking, and reach a better end: your cock is hitting her guts, making a bobbing print on her flat stomach.

“Look how deep I am, Minju.” You grin wickedly at her reflection. “You call me daddy anywhere, don’t you? How about I become a real one?”

Minju bounces herself on you. That’s a yes. A definite, enthusiastic yes. 

Your penetration is rougher, gliding on places she can’t even imagine. If you cum right now, and this far in, you’ll live up to your name of “daddy.” Minju isn’t the only one who has to keep promises.

Corner a pulse point on her neck. Her core squeezes and although its resistance is tough, your pumps are more so.

“You’ll be my secret good girl. Daddy’s gonna put a fucking baby in your stomach, and no one has to know it’s mine. No one has to know you’re mine.”

Minju pouts, not out of sadness but of the orgasm that’s creeping from her feet to her center. It’s so close she could reach for it, taste it like a strong wind. You allow the tiny breaths and pants that leave her to be exemptions from your bedroom law.

“Wonyoung would be so happy for you.” You lick the sensitive spot behind her ear. “‘That’s so great, unnie! Come on, tell us who’s the lucky guy.’ And you’ll have to stop yourself from telling her that I did it. Can you do that?”

Minju emphasizes each repetition with a responding throb and push of her cunt. “Yes, yes, yes—”

Allow that, too. Burst inside Minju. Flood her insides with cum that shall infiltrate her fertile womb. Soon, that tummy would be round rather than flat. It’ll be your baby. 

Minju got what she wanted in the end.

-

The next day, Wonyoung will wake up crying. 

It’ll happen early in the morning, when the moon is still up and sheets still wrap your exhausted form. But she’s sobbing so loud that it’ll rouse you. 

“What’s wrong?” you’ll say. 

She’ll tell you about a dream she had. Wonyoung’s going to narrate a complex dream of Minju, her beloved former member and best friend, seducing you. It happened right in the house and in front of her. You dared to do it to her while she was sleeping and thought she didn’t know.

And you?

You’ll take her in your arms, kiss the inside of her trembling wrist, and say, “Oh, honey—it’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m here. I’m here.”

[michaels-blackhat]

a cabin christmas

day 7/31 of my massive holiday project

for @priceofwarmclothes, for being just genuinely nice, for spreading all the good vibes, and for liking fluff as much as I do

Honestly, it was like the cabin was made for Christmas, for a tree in the corner and wreaths all around. It was made for garland and for mulled wine, and for loved ones to sit together by the fire. From the moment you open the front door, the warmth hit that nostalgia, like a warm hug, like coming home from a long journey and knowing you’re safe.

It looked like a picture perfect Christmas, from the pages of a magazine. It looks almost too perfect.

“Iz, everyone is going to know that you did this,” Michael said from his spot on the couch. He had a glass of mulled wine in his hands and Buffy laying on his feet. He wore a cozy gray sweater and sweatpants, a comfortable look perfect for spending the evening inside with his sister and his fiance, before the craziness of the holiday the next morning. “Shouldn’t we mess it up a little? Really make it seem like Alex or I had anything to do with this?”

From her spot on the floor in front of the fire Isobel snorted, undignified. “As if anyone would believe I actually let the two of you decorate. This may not be an official job, but I still take my party planning seriously even when it’s for family.”

“What was the point of having it here then? And pretending we’re the ones throwing a party? You were just going to take over anyway, why couldn’t this thing be at your house?”

“Doesn’t fit with the aesthetic,” Alex explained as he made his way from the bedroom. His black sweater and sweats matched Michael’s, though he threw on a Santa hat just to be festive. He made his way to the couch and hit at Michael’s shoulder. “Scooch.”

Buffy whined as Michael’s feet moved underneath her, but she settled quickly. Michael moved just enough so that Alex had a spot to sit on, but with Michael leaning up against him completely.

“What does that even mean, ‘doesn’t fit the aesthetic’?” Michael asked as he wrapped an arm around Alex and snuggled in close.

“It means our cabin is ‘rustic’ and fits whatever picture your sister has in mind,” Alex replied, head moving back to avoid a mouthful of curls.

“Country chic Michael,” Isobel said after a sip of her wine. “It’s very in right now, and the log cabin look goes perfectly with my subdued natural palette.”

“I don’t even know what that means,” Michael mumbled from Alex’s shoulder. Arms still around Alex, Michael had his head pillowed on his shoulder and his eyes closed.

Alex smiled at him and placed a gentle kiss to his curls. “It means that tomorrow she’s going to take a tone of pictures, put them on instagram, and hashtag her business in them. And it means that tomorrow we’re going to have a full house, our friends and family around our table, and a lot of pine needles to clean up.”

“Is can clean those up,” Michael mumbled into Alex’s shoulder. “If she wants to celebrate Christmas here she has to.”

“Don’t pretend this is such a hardship,” Isobel said as she stood to refill her wine glass. “At least now you’ll actually have a decorated house for Christmas.”

“We would have decorated,” Michael argued, head never lifting from Alex’s shoulder. 

“No you wouldn’t’ve,” Isobel replies from the kitchen. She stuck her head out of the doorway. “At most you would have had a wreath and that’s only because Rosa and Maria made it for you.”

“Are you trying to say we don’t have Christmas spirit?” Alex asked with a smirk. 

“I’m trying to get my brother to be grateful that I decorated his home for him.”

“Your brother will be grateful tomorrow when all his family and friends are here and he’ll only admit it after the fact.”

“Her brother is right here and doesn’t appreciate being talked about as if he wasn’t.”

Alex ignored him, though he did plant another kiss to his curls.

Isobel cane back into the kitchen, freshly filled glass of wine in hand. She walked over to the couch and placed herself in the sliver of space between Michael and the arm of the couch. 

Alex looked over Michael’s curls to see Isobel. The fairy lights she had strung around the room made her blonde hair glow. She had a smile on her face, one that Alex hadn’t seen ever and one that Michael hadn’t seen since Noah. She looked happy. Alex would let her take over their home any day if it kept her happy like this. 

He placed one more kiss to Michael’s head before he repositioned his feet so that Buffy had a place to rest her head. He stayed on the couch, cramped and warm, surrounded by some of the people he loved. 

He couldn’t wait for the next morning, when the rest of his family came over to celebrate together.

[vikakurylenko]

Advent Calendar Task 1

 TRADITIONS:

Are you a Grinch, or do you enjoy the holidays?: Vika is rather neutral about the holidays.

On which day do you celebrate Christmas?: January 7.

Is it a religious celebration or non-denominational?: Quietly religious. She is loosely Eastern Orthodox, so she sees Christmas as a religious holiday and practices as such.

Who do you usually spend the holidays with?: Her family, and Anatoly when he so chooses.

What does your typical Christmas dinner include?: Solyanka, kutya, pelmeni, kulebyaka, ragu iz ovoshej, bobal’ki, roasted duck,and pryaniki. Vika’s mother always ensured that, despite living in America, they would have a true Russian feast for Christmas dinner. Vika has continued this traditional food for the family Christmas since her mother disappeared.

Do you open your presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?: Christmas Day.

Do you still have a stocking?: Yes, it is more so for small gifts and sweets than anything else, but it’s something that she likes to keep up.

Do you still get an Advent Calendar?: Vika was never one to get or use advent calendars.

Do you leave all of your Christmas shopping until last minute, or are you organized?: Vika is very organized about it. She hates to go out and shop when it’s busy and everyone is rushing to find gifts. She also, is not a big fan of shopping in general, so she likes to be efficient with it all.

Do you take charge of the day, or are you the one in the corner sipping Baileys?: Sipping alcohol, but she is the one that usually keeps Christmas celebrations up with her family, so she can’t be in the corner.

Any traditions passed down through the family?: The family does not really have any traditions that have been passed down, other than the Christmas dinner ultimately always being a traditional Russian Christmas dinner.

Any weird things your family does that others don’t?: When they were little, Vika and Maks would have a snowball fight every Christmas morning before the festivities. Their mother thought it was ridiculous, and often tried to scold them for this practice, but Vika always shrugged her mother off. When Maks wasn’t paying attention, Vika would put ice in the center of her snow balls to make them hurt more.

Do you go all-out with decorations, or keep it basic?: Vika keeps it basic, she likes to use dried fruits, and keep it simple, yet elegant.

Post a picture of what your Christmas tree looks like: Here.

Do you ever spend the holidays away from home?: Home is wherever her family is, and as much as she may have interesting relationships with her family members, she makes sure they always are together for the holidays.

Do you like to get a bit tipsy, or is it an alcohol-free zone?: Vika does not get tipsy, but it is certainly not an alcohol free zone.

FAVOURITES/FUN BITS:

Favourite Christmas song: Linus and Lucy by Vince Guaraldi

Least favourite Christmas song: Baby It’s Cold Outside

Favourite Christmas food: Pryaniki.

Least favourite Christmas food: Solyanka, she loves spicy food, but that stuff is just gross.

Favourite Christmas movie: Vika isn’t really one for Christmas movies, but if she had to pick one, it would be Krampus.

Least favourite Christmas movie: It’s A Wonderful Life

Favourite Christmas tradition: Making sure her father and Maks celebrate Christmas together.

Ever re-gifted?: No. Vika either throws it out or gives it to charity.

If you had an unlimited budget, what would you buy for the three most important people in your life?: More than likely alcohol, knives, clothing. She likes her gifts to be practical.

If you could have any gift in the world, unlimited budget, what would it be?: Pearls. Vika loves pearls. She has a stand that were her grandmothers, but a woman can ever have too many pearls.

Weirdest Secret Santa gift ever received: Vika doesn’t partake in Secret Santa gift excahnges.

If you could kiss any fictional character under the mistletoe, who would it be?: Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones. What. A. Man.

If you were forced to wear an ugly sweater to an ugly sweater party, what would it look like?: This.

What’s your go-to outfit for festive fancy dress?: Here.

Christmas Day or New Year’s Eve?: New Years Eve.

White Christmas or snow-free?: White Christmas. Vika loves cold, bitter, snowy winters, and that extends to Christmas. 

MEMORIES: (feel free to write any of these as separate drabbles, and link them in later)

Earliest Christmas memory: The smell of kutya and black tea.

Best Christmas memory: Convincing Maks that in Russia, some people throw kutya up on the ceiling, and it’s good luck if it sticks. While this is a belief, their mother was less than thrilled about it, and Vika loved to give her mother a hard time.

Worst Christmas memory: Her mother’s forcing her to go to mass on Christmas Eve, and eat any of the leftover solyanka.

Best Christmas present ever received, and who was it from: Pearl earrings that belonged to Anatoly’s mother, from Anatoly a few years ago.

Best Christmas present ever sent, and who was it for: The best gift Vika has given was a knife that she gave to Maks when they were kids. Arkady helped her pick it out.

Someone you wish you could bring back for one last Christmas: No one. Christmas if fine the way it is.

Have you ever been stuck somewhere else for Christmas?: No.

[dream--something]

[11/30] List Bermain

Day 11: Put your iPod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up

Sadly, I don’t have any iPhone or something that have playlist such as Joox or Spotify.

Hmm.. Bagaimana jika kuganti dengan 10 lagu yang belakangan ini kudengarkan? Kurasa itu juga cukup untuk menggantikan playlist acakku.

Baiklah, ini lagu-lagunya:

1. IZ*ONE - Up 2. IZ*ONE - Hey. Bae. Like. It 3. Jonas Blue ft. IZ*ONE - Rise 4. Wendy x Jung Jae Moon x Nile Lee - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 5. Wendy - What if Love 6. IZ*ONE - Gokiyen Sayonara 7. Kenichiro Nishihara - Thinking about You (Illuminus Remix) 8. K-391 & Alan Walker - Ignite (ft. Julie Bergan & Seungri) 9. LANY - 13 10. Lauv - Paris in The Rain Bonus: - IU Piano cover by Shin Gi Won - Gfriend Piano cover by Shin Gi Won

Mostly memang lagu Korea, karena seperti di kisahku sebelumnya memang belakangan ini aku sedang tertarik dengan lagu Korea. Beginilah playlistku, mana playlistmu?

[chiwoopsie]

That tag where I answer 10 questions and ask 10 more :)

tagged by the great @s-lay-ing (I couldn’t not answer your questions hehe thank you thank you!)

i wanna get to know some new peeps so i’ll tag​ @scoupsadaisy @yayayaimma @bbaksu @sebongteen-trash (only if you want to ofc!)

My 10 Questions For You

top 3 songs you would recommend to a non-kpopper

What is your 2019 resolution, if you have any?

Last thing you ate?

Song/MV that got you into the kpop

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go and with who?

Favorite thing to do when you have a day off

What would you give your bias(es) for Christmas?

You won the lottery! Who would be the first person you tell?

Sweet or savory?

If you saw your favorite group on the street, what would you do?

1. Is there something you would change about t*mblr?

WHAT A WELL TIMED QUESTION but i’m going with my pre-community guidelines answer to make this short >> i’m agreeing with cloud about letting sideblogs send asks bc why isn’t that a thing?? and just the whole mobile app in general lol..like why can’t i see my tags in some of my posts and why can i never post things without running into an error message on there :// OH YEAH and can it not delete my links when i edit my description on mobile? thanks 

2. Your parents/siblings/very close friends get offered a tour around europe with no cost for a month or so and they ask you to come w/ them. Considering your current status, what would you do? 

Well I’m graduating uni in a couple months so if we could go then, I would be very down! But I would also probably feel the anxiety of needing a job and financial stability throughout the whole trip rip Also I don’t think I could travel w/ my parents rn bc we did go to europe for a while this summer and although I love my them a lot, I would rather travel with my sister or my friends for the time being :)

3. Your fam/dorm decides to do a garage sale. Within a quick look into your room, what would you give up for sale?

My college textbooks

4. In your personal opinion (aka not based on the trend or whatever), name artist of the year, song of the year, video of the year, album of the year.

Artist of the Year- MONSTA X 

MX IS HAVING THEIR M O M E N T RIGHT NOW  and korea needs to pay attention! LIKE THEY RELEASED THREE (2 KOREAN, 1 JAPANESE) ALBUMS THAT ARE A++ WITH BOMBASS MVS/TITLE TRACKS, PROMOTING THEMSELVES LITERALLY EVERYWHERE WITH THE WORLD TOUR AND NOW JINGLE BALL AND ARE DOING IT WITH SO MUCH ENTHUSIASM EVEN THOUGH THEY MUST BE SUPER EXHAUSTED FROM WORKING NONSTOP THIS YEAR. And not to be that person but seeing them last year and then this year in concert really hit it home for me how much they’ve improved as artists and performers (not that they were bad to begin with) so in an ideal world, I would give a big award to Monsta X ❤❤

Song of the Year- Shine by Pentagon (lol sorry cloud)

it was a debate btwn shine or love scenario for me but shine did a lot more for pentagon’s popularity and name recognition than love scenario for ikon i think (since ikon already had ~ikonic~ songs like my type, rhythm ta, etc). The song itself is cute and really easy to get stuck in your head but not in an annoying way?? Plus the choreo made the hammer dance a thing (at least in my mind) and the way it rose up on the korean charts was p cool :)

Video of the Year- Help Me by NU’EST W

ugghhh so many candidates but the help me mv floored me with the overall visuals and cinematography and someone pls tell me that im not the only one who thought of minhyun when the door opened in the last scene lmao

Album of the Year- Love Yourself: Answer

I was late listening to it but after I got started, it was literally on repeat for at least a month. Just the way the album’s organized after ‘起承轉結’ makes the flow of songs from one to another is so perfect and all the songs were so good and it’s just really great 💗

5. Do you have a hobby/personal custom of yours?

uhm i read? that’s like the most boring hobby ever but i have been reading more lately than i have done over the last couple years, although I still have trouble finishing them..But I’m currently reading a book about the rise of China’s noveau riche and basically how capitalism functions in a country ruled by the Communist Party and no one wants to know how nerdy you are megan so just say you like reading and move on to the next question

6. Name the most a mischievous thing you’ve done

i dont do mischievous things OKAY BUT FORREAL I HAVE A REALLY BAD MEMORY WHEN IT COMES TO THESE THINGS SO NOTHING IS COMING TO MIND RN :0000

7. a kpop group/artist you WISH comes off hiatus in 2019? 

f(x) and i’ll throw in pristin (ALL OF THEM) for good measure

8. recommend me ten songs 

(i don’t think we have the same tastes rip but here’s basically the songs that didn’t make it on #11 😅)

loved by highlight

one of those nights (feat. crush) by key 

right now by amber

regular (english version) by nct 127 

april fool’s by jimin (jamie) park

gone by changsub

lady by exid

roller coaster by chungha

piece of peace, pt. 1 by j-hope

no gravity (piano version) by yoon mirae

9. is there a fandom related activity you wish you were good at?

hmm i’m really curious how ppl do gfx actually..like they’re always so pretty and creative and i’m always in awe but i don’t think i have the artistic mind for it. Also, writing fics is also something I respect and lowkey wish I was good at (even tho I never tried lol) since I find the process of transmitting my thoughts onto paper really difficult and it takes me forever to write stuff in general

10. a kp*p song from this year that everyone swears on but you’re not that on board with it 

favorite by loona?? i know a lot of ppl here on the tumbles love loona but their style of music doesn’t really hit it for me..

11. top 10 kpop songs of 2018?

in no particular order:

boss by nct u

la vie en rose by iz*one

countless by shinee

running to you by seventeen

destroyer by monsta x

trivia:seesaw by bts 

i’m so sick by apink

just do it by booseoksoon

she’s in the rain by the rose

bad boy by red velvet

[kpopmultifan]

My K-Pop Top 50: December 2018 - Week 3

[My K-Pop Top 50 Apple Music Playlist]

#1 (=) EXO - Love Shot [LW: #1 - TW: 2 - PK: #1 (2w)]

#2 (+5) LABOUM - Turn It On [LW: #7 - TW: 3 - PK: #2]

#3 (-1) DAY6 - Days Gone By [LW: #2 - TW: 2 - PK: #2]

#4 (-1) NU’EST W - Help Me [LW: #3 - TW: 4 - PK: #1]

#5 (NEW) WINNER - Milliions [LW: NEW - TW: 1 - PK: #5]

#6 (+15) THE BOYZ - No Air [MV] [LW: #21 - TW: 4 - PK: #6]

#7 (-2) WANNA-ONE - Spring Breeze [MV] [LW: #5 - TW: 5 - PK: #1]

#8 (-4) GOT7 - Miracle [MV] [LW: #4 - TW: 3 - PK: #1]

#9 (-3) EXID - I Love You [MV] [LW: #6 - TW: 5 - PK: #2]

#10 (-2) HIGHLIGHT - Loved [MV] [LW: #8 - TW: 5 - PK: #4]

#11 (-2) Jennie - Solo [MV] [LW: #9 - TW: 6 - PK: #3]

#12 (+2) Mino - Fiance [MV] [LW: #14 - TW: 4 - PK: #12]

#13 (-3) Red Velvet - (RBB) Really Bad Boy [MV] [LW: #10 - TW: 3 - PK: #4]

#14 (-3) gugudan - Not That Type [MV] [LW: #11 - TW: 7 - PK: #4]

#15 (+2) D-CRUNCH - Stealer [MV] [LW: #17 - TW: 6 - PK: #15 (2w)]

#16 (-4) EXO - Tempo [MV] [LW: #12 - TW: 8 - PK: #1]

#17 (+5) Lovelyz - Lost N Found [MV] [LW: #22 - TW: 4 - PK: #17]

#18 (-2) MONSTA X - Shoot Out [MV] [LW: #16 - TW: 9 - PK: #1]

#19 (-4) NATURE - (Some) You’ll Be Mine [MV] [LW: #15 - TW: 5 - PK: #9]

#20 (+4) UP10TION - Blue Rose [MV] [LW: #24 - TW: 3 - PK: #20]

#21 (-8) TWICE - Yes or Yes [MV] [LW: #13 - TW: 7 - PK: #1]

#22 (+9) HOTSHOT - I Hate You [MV] [LW: #31 - TW: 6 - PK: #21 (2w)]

#23 (-5) VOISPER - Goodbye to Goodbye [MV] [LW: #17 - TW: 5 - PK: #14]

#24 (-4) Stray Kids - I am YOU [MV] [LW: #20 - TW: 9 - PK: #2]

#25 (-2) BTOB - Beautiful Pain [MV] [LW: #23 - TW: 6 - PK: #12]

#26 (NEW) Yesung x Chung Ha - Whatcha Doin’? [MV] [LW: NEW - TW: 1 - PK: #26]

#27 (-2) TWICE - The Best Thing I Ever Did [MV] [LW: #25 - TW: 2 - PK: #25]

#28 (NEW) BerryGood - This Winter [MV] [LW: NEW - TW: 1 - PK: #28]

#29 (-2) IZ*ONE - La Vie en Rose [MV] [LW: #27 - TW: 8 - PK: #4]

#30 (-4) Key - One of Those Nights (feat. Crush) [MV] [LW: #26 - TW: 4 - PK: #19 (2w)]

#31 (-2) Key - Forever Yours (feat. Soyou) [MV] [LW: #29 - TW: 7 - PK: #12 (2w)]

#32 (-2) APRIL - Oh! My Mistake [MV] [LW: #30 - TW: 10 - PK: #5]

#33 (-1) 14U - Compass (N.E.W.S) [MV] [LW: #32 - TW: 7 -  PK: #16]

#34 (-1) ATEEZ - Pirate King [MV] [LW: #33 - TW: 9 - PK: #19 (2w)]

#35 (NEW) Lee Changsub - Gone [MV] [LW: NEW - TW: 1 - PK: #35]

#36 (-2) MAMAMOO - Wind Flower [MV] [LW: #34 - TW: 4 - PK: #28]

#37 (-2) HELLOVENUS x ASTRO x WEKI MEKI - All I Want [MV] [LW: #35 - TW: 2 - PK: #35]

#38 (NEW) VAV - So In Love [MV] [LW: NEW - TW: 1 - PK: #38]

#39 (-3) Onew - Blue [MV] [LW: #36 - TW: 3 - PK: #29]

#40 (-2) Starship Planet 2018 - Christmas Time [MV] [LW: #38 - TW: 3 - PK: #38]

#41 (+3) B1A4 x Oh My Girl x ONF - Timing [MV] [LW: #44 - TW: 2 - PK: #41]

#42 (-3) BLACK6IX - Swamp of Despair [MV] [LW: #39 - TW: 8 - PK: #17]

#43 (+5) Golden Child - Genie [MV] [LW: #48 - TW: 9 - PK: #32]

#44 (-4) HNB - You Are So Beautiful [MV] [LW: #40 - TW: 3 - PK: #40]

#45 (-4) Yubin - Thank U Soooo Much [MV] [LW: #41 - TW: 4 - PK: #25]

#46 (NEW) FNC Artist - It’s Christmas [MV] [LW: NEW - TW: 1 - PK: #46]

#47 (-5) TST (TOPSECRET)  - Paradise [MV] [LW: #42 - TW: 8 - PK: #14]

#48 (-5) BoA - Woman [MV] [LW: #43 - TW: 9 - PK: #11 (2w)]

#49 (-2) SPECTRUM - What Do I Do [MV] [LW: #47 - TW: 7 - PK: #27 (2w)]

#50 (-1) DreamNote - Dream Note [MV] [LW: #49 - TW: 7 - PK: #29]

- RETIRED -

fromis_9 - Love Bomb [MV] [LW: #19 - TW: 10 - PK: #1]

WEKI MEKI - Crush [MV] [LW: #28 - TW: 10 - PK: #7]

Super Junior - One More Night (Otra Vez) (feat. Reik) [MV] [LW: #37 - TW: 10 - PK: #1]

NCT 127 - Regular [MV] [LW: #45 - TW: 10 - PK: #1]

AlphaBAT - New World [MV] [LW: #46 - TW: 10 - PK: #5]

- DROPPING OUT -

N.Tic - Do You Know Who I Am? [MV] [LW: #50 - TW: 8 - PK: #14]

[short-welsh-and-angry]

So, yesterday, I was supposed to go out to my grandmother's with my sister and my dog to see our barn cats, seeing as we had a half-day. I hadn't been living out there like I used to - my grandmother had only been up and around for just a couple weeks after beimg layed up since christmas for an operation, and theres always drama avout how I've chosen to train Markus. They've never had big dogs, so I don't necessarily expect them to understand that they're different from small dogs, but taking the word of someone who's done her research. Nonetheless, I've raised all of those cats since they we're about 7 weeks old.

Except for Izzy.

Izzy is nine years old, and I've had her since just before I turned 7. She was born under my dresser at our old house, and her mother had let me hold her immediately after she was cleaned off. Izzy has gotten me through tough times, like whrn my mother was incarcerated, then in the hospital, and when my father was in a toxic relationship. Izzy was always there. Her and I used to cross the creek together, and climb trees, and I'd write in the barn with her sitting on the bench right beside me. Izzy is my baby, my best friend, my soulmate. I'll never find another cat like her, nor do I want to.

15:30, my sister and I were getting a little anxious, seeing as our grandmother was silent - no call, no stopping in after getting groceries

Nothing.

So, I called her. And after having this amazing day in which we took Markus (my dog) out to the field for off-leash training, and got out of school early, and my new room had some progress, my heart sank. No, broke. Like someone ripped it out of my chest, twisting while doing so,and crushed it right then and there.

My grandmother picked up, and I asked her "1.) What is a good time on Monday for Connor's appointment-" Connor has a hole in his side. "- and 2.) Where are you?"

"I told you any time is good Monday; Cory doesn't have to work."

I can't remember how the next part of the conversation went. Probably because it didn't matter. Only thing that mattered was what she said after the next part.

"On my way back from gettin' groceries, I found- I found our Iz. On the side of the road. Somebody got her."

I almost thought it was a joke, until I noticed she was crying, too.

I hung up. I couldn't. It felt like my world was falling down around me. I felt weak, especially in my knees, and my sister got me before I could drop. I couldn't believe it - my Izzy, gone. For 7 years she'd been crossing thay country road, there was no way it could be hers. Surely it wasn't her, right?

When Aurora and Markus and I went out to my grandmother's, I seen Izzy. Before I even got out of the car, I seen her. I didn't want to - I wasn't ready to see her. Not yet. My grandmother said she wasnt bad - just looked like she was sleeping. And how I wish that were the case.

We sat inside for a while. I asked my grandfather why he just left her out like that, on top of one of our metal generator covers. He thought I wanted to see her.

When we finally went out, Misha was sitting outside the garage. Connor was coming back from where my grandmother found Izzy. Castiel was sitting on a truck, on the side of the barn that which faced the road, like a sentinel guarding the rest of the cats, in a daze, staring at where my baby girl once lay.

I don't know how long we stood there by Izzy. I had fallen to my knees, screaming and crying into the called ends of my sleeves. Aurora was frozen, like she couldn't believe it either. My grandmother was right - she did look like she was just sleeping. It simultaneously made saying goodbye easier yet more difficult. We could face her, whole, and not mangled, but on the other hand, she looked like she was going to sit up and start bitching at us for not immediately giving her affection. We sat there, waiting for any sign of life. Aurora kept staring at her as I did, waiting for the smallest sign that her side's were rising and falling, taking shallow breaths because maybe she was just unconscious, not dead.

When I pet her for the second to last time, she was so cold. So wet, and cold from the rain. But her undercoat was still warm. She hasn't been gone that long.

While we had been standing there, before gaining the courage to approach her, Misha had been trying so hard to get Izzy to wake up. Mishi was meowing at her, standing at the foot of Izzy's temporary bed, trying to gain any reaction from the elder cat. Cas was looking all over in the barn for her, and when we later came back out before I had to return home, Connor was sleeping in Izzy's bed.

The last time I pet her, I broke down again. I wanted her to move, to meow at me as a way of telling me she was alright, to push her back against me as if I to say "scratch me, hooman." If I would have thought of it at the time, I would have taken a brush to her, and brushed the gravel from her paw and leg fur, and deshed her one last time. She always loved to be brushed, no matter what time of year.

We can't give her the burial she deserves yet. The ground is too frozen. Now, she's in a bag, in a box, in the barn. It's the best we can do for her right now, to make sure nothing can get at her.

And Izzy, I love you. I love you so much, much more than I can begin to put into words, because there simply arenr enough out there that can convey just how special you are, pretty girl. You were my first cat that I could call my own, and no matter how many companion cats we ended up with that took off, you always stayed. When your sister left, when your son left, when your best kitty friend left - you didn't leave with them. You stayed right here with us, until you couldn't any more. You had so many good years left ahead of you, mumma, years that you deserved. We all loved you so so much, and we still do. We always will. I love you. Aurora loves you. Logan loves you. Destiny loves you. Dad loves you. Cory loves you. Papa and Nana loves you. My mothers side of the family loves you. People that never even met you love you. You were the bag that changed it all, Izzy. Because of you, you opened the rest of our family up to the idea of having cats, that cats were worth something. That cats aren't loyal just because we feed them - that cats love people. You proved that when we didn't have cat food for about 3 days, and not once did you leave. You opened their minds, and caused the rescue of and housing of 12 other cats. You changed our lives so much, beautiful girl. You SAVED lives. We'll never forget you Izzy, please don't ever forget us.

Goodnight, Mumma-Kitty. You're with your mumma and kittens now.