#say what you will about this movie but the backgrounds are gorgeous

[riddlerosehearts]

So I make this wish: to have something more for us than this.

[ophelialoveshandsomemen]

Say what you will about Van Helsing 2004; hate it, love it, be indifferent, But the All-Hallow's masquerade ball went sooooo hard and it had zero right to do so! It's a fun, campy, monster mash movie with wonderfully dated ( and expensive) cgi and non-stop action meant to be a popcorn flick one takes out to watch around spooky season. And it has this* chef's kiss* GORGEOUS 6 minute sequence plopped arbitrarily in the second act, which unexpectedly surpasses nearly every other ball in the last 30+ years of film( notable exception being the Cinderella 2015 ball) for literally no reason other than to be dramatic af.

Like feast your eyes on this Gothic masterpiece!!! Who doesn't want to immediately live in this picture?!??

They used those candles with oil in them so that they would have real candles, real string orchestra( I believe), probably around 100 real life extras( something which is tragically absent in modern film), said extras are all in beautiful fully decked-out costumes( which are in luxuriously dark colours, but nearly no fully black, another thing you cannot say for much modern cinema), REAL CIRQUE DU SOLEIL PERFORMERS for all the acrobatics!!!! Hell, instead of filming in a sound stage, where they could control the reverb and the acoustics and the size of the set and the bloody lighting ( they apparently had a heck of a time emulating the firelight for this sequence) and the temperature( it's very cold in stone churches!) better, they filmed in a Baroque church in Prague! As I said, peak dramatic splendour, jfc...

Think about that a second...They filmed a vampire masquerade in a Baroque Catholic Church( St. Nicholas' in Lesser Town, if you were curious) with amazing over-the-top acoustics and marble statues and real, tiled floors and marble pillars and a choir loft which they very much utilized, covered the pipe organ and the altar with a grand brocade curtain so it wouldn't be so obviously a, you know, a church! And there's a gold gilt elevated and canopied pulpit into which they put two vampire kiddies for, again, the sake of being dramatic.

And the costumes! They remind me of the 25th anniversary Phantom of the Opera Masquerade costumes. Same quality, like they're old, well-cared-for costumes pulled out of a warehouse, instead of fast industry churn-outs. With lots of trim and colour and masks and lace and feathers and..just...ugh.. they are all perfect! Just look at all the head pieces on the ladies and the hats on all the gentleman ( save Dracula of course) and the powdered wigs on the musicians. ANNNNDD! The dresses are historically correct!!!!!! It's the 80's bustle era! Nobody does the 80's bustle era in film anymore and it's a bummer. Oh and one other thing! Anna's ( and other women's) hair, at least here in the ball, is also historically accurate because it's all pinned up! None of those fucken modern beachwaves at a ball! Everybody's got updo's!

Gah, I swear, Dracula in his gold cloak really does things to me in this scene!

By the way, the acrobatics are bonkers in here for just background stuff!! Especially the random guys on unicycles and the dude playing the violin whilst standing on a ball...Like....WHAT?

Anyways, all this to say, that this masquerade ball feels sooo real and tangible and because of that it blows every other film out of the water, and no, I will not change my mind!!!!!

Here's a few more gifs, bcuz, why the hell not, this scene is sexy as fuu*ck?

Alright I need to go to bed now.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Red Carpet || Tom Blyth x gf!reader

Summary: Tom takes you to your very first movie premiere and it happens to be the movie that he is the protagonist in. A sweet moment happens between the two of you which leaves fans further fangirling over your relationship.

A/n: I have been constantly asked If I will ever do a Tom Blyth x reader imagine and the answer is yes :). Btw I absolutely love @yzzart’s Tom Blyth x actress!reader imagines and you should totally go check them out!

Warnings: none :)

Wc:

Divider by @pommecita

You were beyond nervous and excited to attend the red carpet Premiere for The Hunger Games The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes. Especially since you would be attending as your boyfriend’s plus one who happens to play Coriolanus Snow in said movie.

The two of you kept your relationship as private as you could, but at some point along the way of him filming, everyone knew the two of you were together. Your public affection towards each other during the behind the scenes did not go unnoticed by fans who recorded it and took pictures.

It was bound to happen someday. "You look absolutely gorgeous, darling," Tom hugs you from behind, your exposed back flush against his outfit, as he admires your reflection in the mirror. You hold his arms that were protectively on your waist.

"Thank you, Tom. You look as handsome as ever," You giggle, turning around to place your hands on either side of his face, admiring every little detail on his face that you have already noticed about a thousand times, before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

You two were on your way to the event, his hand never left your thigh as you lean your head against his shoulder. Your phone suddenly buzzed as you look at the caller id. It was Rachel. You immediately answered it as it went through to face time.

"Where are you guys!" She yells in the speaker, loud chatter in the background. She was already at the event. "We are literally around the corner," You say taking a look around your surroundings as Tom chuckles. "Let me see your outfits!" Rachel stares at you with a wide grin.

You laugh at her energy as you pass Tom the phone as he holds it up so that the both of you were on screen. Rachel gasps as she covers her mouth, "You guys look fucking amazing!" She squeals as you chuckle.

"Wait until you see the back of Y/n's dress," Tom lets out a whistle as you nudge him with a smile. "I can't wait to see! Oh wait, I think I see your car pulling up right now. See you soon!" She quickly says before hanging up.

Tom squeezes your thigh, his way of asking if you were alright without any words. You nod with a small smile. You arrived at the premiere and the flashlights coming from the cameras shone through the windows.

Tom steps out first before lending you his hand, aiding you as you get out of the car. He gives you an encouraging smile as you smile back at him. Everyone started screaming when they saw the two of you, causing you to smile even more.

His hand rested on the small of your back as the two of you were whisked into interviews. "Tom! It's so great to see you, we'd like to ask you a few questions if that is alright?" The woman smiles as she passes Tom a microphone.

"Of course!" Tom offers the man a smile. "What was your favourite things about filming this movie?" You stayed quiet as you look at Tom, giving him a smile. "Well, I was super grateful to be able to work with such incredible actors and actresses, Peter and Viola just to name a few, I really enjoyed the atmosphere on set, we were all like family," Your boyfriend answers.

You saw a lot of cameras pointed your directions so you wave and smile, "Would you like to explain to us and your fans who this beautiful girl is beside you Tom?" You snap your attention back to Tom and the woman. Tom smiles as you as you look at the woman. "I think you and everyone already have a pretty clear idea on who she is," Tom laughs as does the woman.

"This beautiful girl is my girlfriend. She's stuck with me during the whole filming of the movie and I'm so grateful that she's mine," He answers, his eyes not leaving yours as he pulls you closer to him. "He's just too sweet isn't he?" You chuckle at the camera making them laugh.

Tom presses a kiss on your cheek as you could feel your face heating up slightly. "You two are just too adorable! Thank you for your time, the woman smiles as Tom hands her back the microphone. "My pleasure," Tom gives her a final smile before the two of you are once again whisked into other interviews, where you would sometimes be included.

Then it was time to take pictures. Tom's hand never left yours as you both stood where they were taking the photos. Tom protectively places his hand on your waist as you both pose for the cameras. You were almost blinded by all the flashing and deaf from the shouting.

The string on the back of your dress suddenly became loose as you curse under your breath. Tom looks down at you before moving to stand in front of you in a protective manner to cover you from the cameras. "You okay?" He asks concerned. I look at him with a smile from his sweet gesture.

"The back of my dress came undone," He looks over your shoulder. He then pulls you into a hug as you were slightly taken back. You then feels his hands working on tying your dress back. You let out a chuckle as you rub his back.

The cameras directly in front of you were confused but the cameras by the side all awed at his actions. "There you go, darling," He kisses your cheek as he pulls back. You give him a grateful smile, "Thank you."

"Y/n! Tom!" You hear a feminine voice call out as Rachel and Josh make their way towards the two of you. "Hi!" You smiled, pulling Josh into a hug and then Rachel. "Oh you look stunning," Rachel holds your forearms as you couln't keep the smile of your face.

"Have you looked in a mirror? You look gorgeous Rach!" You pull her in for a second hug as you all laugh at something funny Josh had said as the four of you pose for a picture.

After the premiere, Rachel sent you so many links to nearly every single social media platform. There were a bunch of posts and tiktoks about what happened with your dress and how Tom helped you by hugging you.

You chuckle as you show Tom the posts and hundreds of tiktoks that had already been posted. "They love you," Tom chuckles, kissing your forehead as the two of you lay in each others embrace.

[writerpeach]

A White Christmas

IVE An Yujin x Jang Wonyoung x m!reader

1153 words, semi-smutless but still 18+, unedited, just a little something short and sweet for Christmas

part 4 of annyeongz

It’s nearly midnight. 

The fireplace crackles on a cold Christmas Eve, but you’re not lacking in warmth one bit. With Wonyoung and Yujin snuggled up next to you, a warm mug of cocoa in your hands, and this gorgeous snowfall that doesn’t seem to have any end in sight,  you have everything you could ask for. There’s a marathon of cheesy movies playing in the background that’s gone mostly ignored—but you enjoy the cheesy, the clichés, and the overly-happy-ever-after endings, because sometimes a little bit of escapism hits the spot. 

Wonyoung seems completely fascinated by snow, like every snowstorm is the first one she’s ever seen. And there’s something so special about it, how the snowflakes stick to the window, slowly blanketing everything as the night carries on; there’s something so pure and innocent about the never-ending white flurries—not unlike these two pretty girls on either side of you, although certainly their purity has been in question at times. 

Yujin is more focused on the fireplace, her soft brown eyes watching intently while Wonyoung indulges in stealing little pecks from the side of your cheek, the corner of your mouth, wherever she can land kisses without you turning your head, whenever the inclination hits her. It’s not dissimilar the way the snowflakes coat the ground, falling here, falling there, and everywhere in between. 

“When are we opening presents?” Wonyoung asks out of nowhere, her bright eyes look up at you expectantly, as her plump lips look so inviting for another kiss that you can’t help dive into. 

You look at the time and cock an eyebrow; there’s still a few minutes left until the clock strikes midnight. Your finger runs along the rim of your warm mug, and it’s hard not wanting to oblige Wonyoung as you take a sip, because patience and her go together like oil and water. Despite your efforts, Wonyoung knows you’re weak for that adorable pouty face, and you can only fight it for so long, 

“When it’s Christmas,” Yujin pipes up, a smile spreading over her pretty lips. “But only good girls get presents…”

Watching the pout deepen on Wonyoung’s lips, you look around the room, at the stockings above the fireplace, and the presents underneath the tree that are mostly for you. (Because god, these girls are impossible to shop for when they can buy anything their heart desires.)

You can only imagine what’s in those wrapped boxes piled around the tree. Car keys? An expensive watch? A dozen different gift cards with an obscenely almost unlimited limit? There’s nothing that you really need, but you can’t deny these two another chance of spoiling you against your better judgment. 

“But I am a good girl. Right, daddy?” It doesn’t take long for you to share a laughter with Yujin, as if Wonyoung hasn’t behaved anything less than sinful.

“Pretty sure Santa is going to skip right on over this place then. After the way you were screaming daddy in the shower earlier...you might be on the naughty list forever, princess." Yujin smirks devilishly, and Wonyoung huffs out loud, like she’s been told Christmas is canceled.  

“Fine. Santa can’t give me what I want anyways. Only daddy can…” Wonyoung whines cutely, nuzzling her head against your shoulder and kisses into your neck. You hesitate giving any reaction, knowing all too well what she really wants. It isn’t under the tree, or in the stocking—

“Dear daddy, I want a big load on my face for Christmas.” Wonyoung says it all cute and pouty, which makes it even more absurd, but she does that on purpose, knowing that the innocent girl facade is her secret weapon to getting what she wants. You roll your eyes and set the warm mug down, as you know if this keeps up you’re not going to finish it. 

“But you get that every day. Sometimes more than once. It has to be something you don't get often," Yujin says. Wonyoung shoots a glare in her direction and looks offended that Yujin could ever suggest otherwise, as if she’s forgotten how regularly she’ll whine to get whatever she wants. 

“I didn’t get it yesterday. Daddy came inside Yujinnie. Twice. And I only got a taste. So that doesn't count. I need another big, creamy load for Christmas. An extra thick one.” 

Wonyoung makes this the most ludicrous request, as if she's asking for the last slice of cake. 

The thing is, Wonyoung is as insatiable as Yujin. There have been countless occasions where you've unloaded deep inside one of these two beauties and before you're even halfway recovered, the other starts tugging your dick back to hardness so she can have her turn. You know what they’re capable of, and that’s precisely the issue—

“Don’t be greedy on Christmas, princess,” Yujin warns, and the look on her face makes you shiver, even if you aren't even on the receiving end of that look. "Daddy can stuff your stocking later."

Wonyoung ignores it, of course, because she’s doing this bratty routine she’s done a thousand times, trying to get her way. There’s surprising restraint from Yujin, who’s always so eager to add fuel to the fire, as if it gets her off just to have Wonyoung push boundaries, because they both know they have you wrapped around their pretty little finger.

"But I've been so good. Haven't I, daddy? I sucked your dick this morning while you were still sleeping, until you came in my mouth... and when Yujin was riding you earlier in the kitchen, I waited so patiently until she was finished. And then I cleaned her all up when you came inside of her, daddy…” 

"Oh my god. Shut up," Yujin groans and leans in for a kiss to stop the whining. You look at the time—midnight has come and gone, and these two are already just going at it, swapping saliva right over your lap, and it’s better than anything that’ll fit under that tree. 

“Merry Christmas, daddy,” Yujin says and leans in to exchange kisses with you, parting her lips for this deep embrace that you get lost in far too easily. You’re too breathless to respond, because Yujin’s kisses always leave your head spinning in the best possible way. 

“Merry Christmas,” you say in return, as she gives one more lingering kiss, and you both know Wonyoung is right there waiting her turn, getting all whiny for attention. “Merry Christmas, princess.” 

You kiss Wonyoung, and it’s like you can taste Yujin on her lips, which makes it seem as if you’re kissing them both at the same time. Not that you have complaints about being caught in the middle of these two making out, because when you’re not swapping between their lips, you’re getting the best possible view. 

“So…presents?” Wonyoung asks, which makes Yujin giggle at how shameless she is, as she goes back to sealing those lips shut with another kiss. And you know that whatever happens in this room is going to end how it always does, with them both sharing you— 

And that is their ultimate Christmas gift.

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Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays/Happy Monday!

Wanted to put out a little thing to end the year on, a little epilogue to the annyeongz series, something that wasn't a billion words long and didn't have a reliance of smut.

This year was a bit difficult, but I'm so thankful for everyone who continues to read, comment, send asks (even though im bad at answering), or just lurks on this mess of a blog 💞

[itsjustaninchident]

Tolerate It

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N cries almost about everything but don't worry Charles is there, ready to wipe her tears away.

warning/s: angst???? and fluff

author's note: idk if i gave this justice, this is like a spur of the moment thing.

Y/N is definitely an empath, she sees stray cats and dogs on the street? she'll pet and cry for them, if only she could take all of them home. Old people alone? Bawl her eyes out. Kids that ask for money on the streets? Think how life must've treated them.

But at least she has a boyfriend to run to when it gets too hard for her, to breathe while she cries her heart out. Arms ready for her to run to and his shirt ready to get soaked by her salty tears. Must've been the reason she's made it to (your age), she has a comforting boyfriend who never found it weird she cries at all the most mundane things.

She's watching a sad movie? Don't worry Charles is there to give her tissues and feed her ice cream. "You've watched this a hundred times but never fail to cry as hard as the last time you've watched it. Nonetheless, you're adorable so you get a pass." And that would put a smile on her while Charles dry her tears and kiss her softly on her nose.

She listens to songs and suddenly a cute/angsty/happy lyric comes on? He'll rub her back and hug her through it. "It's okay, Love. Taylor Swift was probably chilling while she writes 'I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it.'" Charles tries to convince her while she cries harder upon hearing the lyrics, "Okay, I am sorry. I probably shouldn't sing anymore." Which cut her crying session with a meek laugh bubbling her throat. "There's your pretty smile." He utters with full adoration. He probably still finds her gorgeous even when she's breaking down, Charles will find her pretty as much.

She stumbles upon a sad and tragic couple's story on tiktok whom she's never met in real life? Charles is right there to assure her it won't happen to them. "It was probably orchestrated, you know. Besides, we're like the perfect pair and I couldn't ask for more." He assures her rubbing circles on her back as she lay down on his chest, content to hear how his heart beats for her.

And that's what makes them a perfect couple, he was always there in her 'ugly crying' days, always ready to wipe her tears, always ready to give her comforting words "It's okay, mon cheri. I am here. I'll always love you." He says in the softest voice and all her tears will dry and a smile will shine on her face again. And just like that all her worries will fade, all the sad things she's thought of are fading into the background as if she never thought of it at all. She was able to get through the bad and sad days with him by her side, ready to wipe the tears and put a smile on her face. 

She was so used to him being there for her that when he’s no longer present, she feels a hole in her heart. There's no one to wipe the tears away rather the one she's crying for, no one making her laugh to ease the pain instead he's the reason for the pain, no one to run to when she's sad because the slightest thought of him makes her miserable already, how will she recover now when the person who takes away her sadness is now the reason why she's sad?

please I would love to hear a feedback about this one, it's like a first for me to write something so angsty????? I hate angst so I am sorry if I made u believe it will all be alright all along..... Anyway please do some request because request box is open!!! hehe happy holidays

[chaotic-mystery]

Face sitting or maybe face riding with Joel 🤤

Him just in between saying like “oh yeah- like that baby… just like that, keep going”

(A/N: …you nasty slut…I loved this ;) )

The movie your dad chose was still playing in the background as you and Joel were having small talk on the couch, but he was sitting oh so far away from you. Your dad fell asleep an hour into the movie after protesting he could stay up and watch the full thing. You got up to refill the popcorn bowl that was currently just kernels when you felt a squeeze on your ass. “Stop it before you wake him up” you mouthed silently and pointed at your lightly snoring dad, your eyes never leaving the grinning man leaning over the couch to grab you. As you opened the new popcorn packet in the kitchen, you heard your dads recliner close and then him talking to Joel. “Sorry buddy I’m just beat. Were you guys still watching it? I’ll just leave it for you to finish if you want and she can walk ya out when it’s done.” A smile formed on your face at the mere idea of being alone with him again. More words were shared and your dad leaned against the kitchen archway. “I told Joel I’m going to bed, but you guys finish the movie by all means. Just make sure you lock the door behind ya when you guys leave, alright honey? I love ya” and with that he was walking up the steps to his room. “Night dad!” You shouted up the stairway and made your way back to the gorgeous man you left for popcorn neither one of you really wanted.

“C’mere baby, bring your sexy ass here” his words were so seductive but sweet. He pats his lap and with a swift move you’re straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. “I’ve been waiting to kiss you since you planted one on me earlier behind your daddy’s back. God damn this skirt looks so fuckin good on you baby doll, i just wanna put you on my face and let ya ride until ya cum” he said before he kissed your neck and bit you gently. “You want me to sit on your face?” You asked almost in shock that he’d want that. His brows furrowed when he looked at you, like you just offended him somehow. “Are you kiddin’ me darling? I wanna have to tap your thigh to get air, other than that i want you planted on my face” The impure thoughts came flooding to your mind as well as your panties, and god did it turn you on just thinking about Joel begging you for air underneath you. “So lay back then baby, let me see what you got” teasing him, you got up and let him reposition himself so there was room on both sides of his head for your knees to be planted. He ripped of your panties before you could and ran a finger against your slick folds. “Fuck me, I’m gonna enjoy this” As you hovered over him, he couldn’t help but stare at your glistening pussy. You’ve never had someone worship you like Joel and damn were you loving it. Grabbing your hips and pulling you down on him, the moans left his mouth and vibrated against you.

His tongue was working on your clit and he pulled it between his lips, making a sucking sound before he let go and flicked his tongue on it again. “Yeah, that’s my girl. So turned on watchin me suck your pussy huh, baby?” he mumbled and pulled you onto him even more, applying more pressure. Your hand covered your mouth to muffle the moans you were fighting to keep low enough for just the two of you to hear. Your breathing getting heavier, he reached up and pulled one of your breasts out of your shirt, toying with the hard nipple between his fingers. “You taste so fuckin good pretty girl, this pussy is mine, ya hear?” The fifth coated words went straight through your ears and down to your clit, you could yourself pulsing against his mouth. “Joel p-please I’m gonna cum baby- don’t s-stop” you couldn’t even keep your sentence together without moans slipping between words, and he groaned at the thought of getting you close. “Finish yourself off baby doll, keep going just like I told you.” Looking down at his lustful eyes, he gave you a nod to start riding. Bucking your hips slowly, you began to move your hips back and forth and could feel his tongue working against you. You arched your back as your breathing became deeper and faster, your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. “Come on baby just like that cum all over my fucking face like the little slut you love being for me” the words were like music to your ears and you moved faster and faster until you felt yourself unravel on him. He held you down to keep going as he lapped up your cum, covering his beard with your slick. His head shook from side to side as he eased his grip on you, soft laughs coming from the man under you. Panting and whimpering, you were trying to get your thoughts together. Joel was the only man who could make your ears ring from an orgasm hitting so hard.

[livlaughloveluke]

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧’ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝- 𝐣.𝐜

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: jack says something stupid at an oscars afterparty

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: very jealous jack

𝐚/𝐧: inspired by the song “somethin’ stupid” by frank sinatra (great little oldie) also lmk if you can spot the community reference!🤭

(can we talk about how good olivia rodrigo looks in that dress?!?)

p.s - im sorry this was so short and if you requested something im working on it right now

your makeup artist finished her final details, and you slipped into your gorgeous shimmery dress. 

you were going to the oscars, for a new hit rom-com movie that you stared in had been nominated multiple times. the whole cast stayed in the same hotel, and were riding in a limo together to where it was hosted. 

jack played your love interest, and lets just say you had grown very fond of him during filming. truth was, you had a massive crush on the boy. he had ignored your many obvious hints, so you assumed he just didn’t like you back. 

however, jack was just oblivious to your signs. he had convinced himself that you just had a friendly personality, and that you would never like him like how he liked you. you could have anyone, so why would you choose him? 

you were a talented and attractive actress, so it was no surprise that you had a couple fanboys. well, a little more than a couple. millions of people worshiped you, and although you loved being popular, it could be a lot to handle. 

the sound of someone knocking interrupted your thoughts, and you went to go open your door. 

it was jack, looking as handsome as ever. he greeted you with a smile, and you mirrored his actions.

“you ready? everyone is about to leave.” jack asked, and you nodded and grabbed your purse. the car ride to the venue was filled with laughter and excitement. some rumors were spreading about you winning best actress for the movie, and you were overjoyed. 

jack was shockingly disappointed. he wanted you to win, and you deserved it for your incredible performance. however, he knew this award would only increase your fame, which meant his chances with you only lowered. 

the show went on, and not only did your movie win best romantic movie, but you also won best leading actor. it was amazing, and you felt so honored. after the whole ceremony, you and the rest of the cast headed to an afterparty that was hosted by another celebrity.

it was gorgeous, very elegant and formal. hundreds of famous actors and actresses roamed the large building. 

“care for a dance, m’lady?” jack asked, and you giggled at his expression.

“why of course, m’lord.” you respond back, and he grabs your hand, leading you to an empty spot on the tile floor. you danced together as a vintage song played in the background.

even in this ethereal situation, jack still was disappointed. he put on a smile, but in reality, he knew there was a chance you be leaving with another man. he pushed passed his dark thoughts, and tried to enjoy this dazzling moment. 

the evening only got later, and a guests starting clearing out. a few still remained, but the once lively house now seemed much more empty.

you and jack had an excellent night, and the both of you decided to start exploring around the mansion. you spotted a gorgeous isolated balcony, and hurriedly opened the glass doors to outside.

the view was unreal, and the cool crisp air added on to the spectacular sight. jack stood next to you, and was caught in a haze by your beauty.

he knew he had to confess, and soon. your perfume fills his head, and all his negative thoughts crumple as words start to spill out.

“i love you. or-uhm im in love with you.” 

you looked at him wide eyed and shocked, unsure of what to say. you try to form words but all that comes out is a stutter filled jumble of incoherent nonsense. 

“i’m sorry, oh god that was so stupid. I totally spoiled this night for you. i can ju-“ jack starts, but you cut him off.

“i’m in love with you, too. just was a little caught off guard.” you giggle, and the whole mood lightened. jack smiled, a true genuine smile, for the first time in a while. 

“you know, i’ve been practicing my confession every day for weeks now, and i totally forgot to say it.” he says, cracking a laugh.

“maybe another time. how about we head back to the hotel?” you respond. jack links arms with you, and you leave, happy jack said something stupid.

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[beiasluv]

cillian murphy and his ‘daughter-figure’

a/n: i can never make myself write for people in real life with a romantic interest, sorry 😩 but i won’t deny to reading allat. no proof reads :)

enjoy!

cillian had taken you under his wings (awh) a long, long time ago

thankfully, christopher nolan approve of your acting and accepted you for a movie, allowing you to meet him for the first time

becoming the youngest constant actress to be featured in nolan’s multiverse

several years later, you are, once again, walking on the red carpet with your on screen ‘father figure’

oppenhiemer ofc

walking along the red carpet, camera flashed at you and your drop-dead gorgeous outfit for the event. making sure to look around to catch every news headlines, you see flo and emily waving at you. wasting no time, you rushed to your favorite girlies.

“hii,” flo and emily enveloped you into her embraces and kisses.

“my darling, y/n, how’ve you been?”

giggling about the latest girl talk, complimenting flo on her haircut and outfit, and a little bit sprinkle of girls touch up, a third hand wrapped around your shoulders and you turned around to see those set of blue eyes.

“cill!”

“hello, darling,” without a second thought, cillian smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. not too tight but not too insecure, just the perfect spot.

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yourinsta thank you. xoxo

cillian is just a sweet soul in general

he could get protective if you were rubbed off in a wrong way

if the interviewer ask weird questions, he won’t hesitate to throw hands

he also loves going out with you just for bonding purposes

movies, restaurants, or just going out with his kids

his wife definitely adores you

his kids definitely see you as their sister

a 100 percent some photo booths sessions with him

“ok, pose now!” you looked at the camera while making a serious face, which cillian mirrored. a funny face and a silly face precedes.

“how do you click this ancient photobooth? cill!”

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yourinsta thanks for paying for mi lunch ;)

jessepas NO WAY y/n convinced cillian to do photo booths with her

kanHK trust me! cillian def convinced her 😭

gagahi imagine getting your lunch payed by emily, rdj, cillian, matt, and JOHN?

ynwifie Y/N pleaseeee i can pay for your lunchhh

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you are feeding cillian fans with post and pictures. (come on, we are starving)

dancing to tiktoks with cillian in the background smiling <3

you can never do interviews with cillian and never laugh

it. is. impossible.

he’s just very funny in private and ‘the’ dead face humor

“three, two, one, rolling!”

“hello- cillian,” chuckling as you see cillian staring off into the distance again.

“oh- hello,” he smiled. “i am cillian murphy.”

“and i am y/n l/n, and we are here for…”

what is your favorite scene with cillian?

“are we talking about oppenheimer or just everything?” you chuckled and took a swift glance at cillian who was grinning at you.

“just in anything, anything that comes to your mind”

“wow…” poking your tongue a little bit out while you were thinking. “i…don’t know…not- not because i don’t have one but it is a journey back, you know?” smiling at the interviewer.

“we take a long way back,” cillian added while he looked over to you. “i remember meeting her when she was just a little kid in the batman trilogy.”

“i- i was young, yes,” letting out a soft laugh, you thought again.

“um…I honestly don’t know which one to pick,” you chuckled. “i’ll say my favorite one is in inception, it just amazes me how cillian delivers his emotional, tear-jerking scenes, and we got to do a lot of amazing, humorous stunts.”

“cillian doesn’t take compliments very well, does he?”

the comment made you look over to your fellow actor and saw him smiling at you and shaking his head. you laughed and adjusted your position in the chair, “irish people doesn’t take it very well, he will just turn invisible if you keep complimenting him.”

are you going to go watch barbie?

cillian smiled and glanced slowly at you, “ask her.”

“a 100% will do. as a matter of fact, i already went to watch it,” you said proudly and giggled.

“oh really? how was it?”

“it was really, really good. i wasn’t expecting to cry but…you can ask him,” you pointed at cillian who couldn’t hold his chuckle in any longer.

“so you two went to watch it together? wow-”

“yes,” cillian smiled sheepishly. “a lovely movie, made y/n cried, very touching,” cillian chuckled.

“no spoilers but- the ending scene was super tear jerking but the end credits made me confused whether I should laugh or cry,” you laughed at your memories of going to watch barbie with cillian.

what do you have each other on the phone as?

“this is going to be so embarrassing,” you fake groaned and chuckled, while digging for your phone in your dress.

“also girls, this dress has pockets. amazing,” cillian and the interviewer gained a few chuckles. you fished out your phone and unlocking it with a few swipes, and opened the contact app, scrolling to the ‘c’ sections.

“i…have him as ‘cilly shelby’,” cillian went wide eyes and look at the screen of your phone.

cillian grinned and leaned back on his chair, “i saved her as y/n and a smiley face emoji.”

“aw what? that is so nice, i feel so bad now”

one thing about the person next to you?

“cillian, cillian, cillian. i would say he is very caring and an astonishing actor, performer,” you says while putting your hands to your heart.

“no- you are”

“irish modesty, people,” you faked rolled your eyes at him, while mockingly patting him.

“he’s great, just a very supportive…i wouldn’t say brother but i don’t wanna say father figure as well, even though we played a lot of father-daughter roles together,” you laughed at your own response, fixing your hair.

biting your lips, you pondered, “ah, i would say an…‘uncle figure’.”

“what?” cillian chuckled

“it’s someone you can have fun with and someone who you can look after to, for me,” you smiled while cillian cooed his response and gave you a side hug.

“that was very sweet,” he smiled. “i would say y/n is very sweet and brave soul, just someone who you meet and brightens your day.”

cillian cleared his throat and switched his crossing leg, “well, i have two boys but bonding with her will always be special to me, like the daughter i never had.”

“thank you christopher nolan for giving me a daughter,” he chuckled and gave you another side hug.

“aw, i’m going to cry”

last but definitely not the least. a random question from the audience, what is the hottest thing a man can wear?

laughters filled the room, rolling back in your chair, “wow, that was random.”

“i know right?” the interviewer chuckles and wiped a fake tears.

“i think we should ask the man,” you pointed your fingers at cillian and he shifted in his chair.

“wow…that really caught me off-guard,” cillian cleared his throat. “i would say a nice suit or a silk shirt.”

“definitely a black silk,” you added, gaining chuckles from cillian and the crews.

“for me…wow, it’s going to be really weird. I like men who wear watches, like the leather straps one,” you chuckled and hid your face in your palms.

“i definitely rubbed it on her, sorry,” cillian smiled and hid his watch as he crossed his arms.

“hey- yeah- maybe he did…ooo, ah, another thing is properly a teacher glasses, i don’t know man, it’s hot.”

“noted, guys, you’re welcome,” the interviewer says to the camera, cutting off the interview session.

if you like my work, feel free to like or reblog; if not, critiques are appreciated. today’s a great day to take care of yourself 🤍 lots of love.

[jjungkookislife]

Slumber Party!

pairing: rommate!jungkook x bi! f. reader x bi!original character

genre: roommate au, fwb, friends to lovers, angst, smut [18+]

summary: Friday nights are for slumber parties with your best friend, Kari. A night of drinking, watching movies from your younger years, and kissing that usually leads to more. Jungkook is aware of your routine, leaving for a night out with his friends that he cuts short. However, he's in luck when Kari catches his eye and invites him to join the two of you.

wc: 7k

warnings: fwb (reader and oc), oc and reader have crushes/feelings for each other, alcohol mention/use, slight voyeurism, mention of m. and f. masturbation, marking (hickeys, scratching, biting), some self-deprecation(?), spanking, hair pulling, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), ffm threesome, protected sex, multiple orgasms, choking, tit fucking, cum facial, snowballing

date: September 1, 2023

The moment Jungkook informed you he’d be out for the night, you knew it was the perfect opportunity to invite your best friend Kari over. Kari was a goddess in your eyes; absolutely gorgeous. She was shorter than you, with long hair down her back that was half black and half blue right down the middle. Her beautiful, sun-kissed skin had tattoos scattered on her thighs, chest, and arms. The day she stopped wearing bras and pierced her nipples was glorious; she was a beauty, and it made your legs go weak. Not only that, but she was an amazing friend and kisser.

The thought of your best friend made you giddy. Not only would you be able to have a sleepover like usual, but with Jungkook gone for the night, you’d be able to hook up and be as loud as you wanted. You weren’t going to lie. Having Jungkook’s room on the other side of your wall proved to be an inconvenience when Kari was over and you were in a mood.

“Call me if you need anything or want me to come home,” Jungkook states seriously. He clings to the front door, his head still in your apartment with the rest of his body out on the porch. You’re trying to shut the door, but his big ole head won’t move.

“Jungkook, I appreciate the concern. I do. But all we’re doing is watching Twilight and taking shots whenever Edward rejects Bella. You know, a typical Friday night?” you say and Kari nods from her spot on the couch. Jungkook looks at you and then at Kari, who smiles widely, waving hard enough for her boobs to bounce. Jungkook’s eyes widen, cheeks pink as he looks at you one last time. “Promise me you’ll call if you need me?”

You nod. “I promise, Jungkook. I’ll call if we need you.”

Jungkook licks his lips as he looks at you, nodding as he waves and finally leaves. You giggle as you shut the door, shaking your head.

“Got the drinks ready?” you ask as you walk into the kitchen to grab Kari’s favorite wine tumbler, a pretty glow-in-the-dark one that reads “Witches Brew”. 

“Got it! Bring the wine coolers too!” Kari shouts in response. You pop open the fridge, grabbing two wine coolers before shutting it and heading to your bedroom. Kari is already lying on your King-sized bed by the headboard, her sleep shorts riding up on her thighs to display her tattoos. Thighs you hoped to be smothered with later on.

“Start it,” you tell her as you set your drinks on the nightstand before climbing under the covers with her. She waits for you to settle before she hits play and moves closer to you, easily draping her arm around your waist.

“He’s such an asshole, and for what? He ends up banging her anyway,” Kari scoffs as Edward tells Bella she needs to stay away from him again.

You laugh, earning a scowl from your friend. “He acts like he’s not gonna knock her up right away.”

“He’s misunderstood,” you say, knowing it’ll make her spiral into a rant about Edward and how he’s such an asshole. You love listening to her speak, so you listen attentively, nodding along and ignoring the movie playing in the background. The two of you haven’t even touched your drinks, both left forgotten on the nightstand.

“And don’t even get me started on Jacob!” she exclaims, her face flushed as she crosses her arms over her chest. She looks so cute, you can’t help but lean in and kiss her cheek. She flushes, turning into a stuttering mess. 

“Keep talking, baby,” you encourage her, placing a kiss on her shoulder beside the strap of her tank top, her pierced nipples noticeable through the thin material.

“It’s just so dumb,” she complains as you cover her in kisses. 

“Mhmm, dumb,” you echo as you tug the strap off her shoulder.

“Are you even listening to me?” Kari giggles as you look up at her with glittering eyes. 

“Yeah, listening,” you smile goofily. She rolls her eyes. Her lips press against yours, so soft and sweet, it makes your heart somersault in your chest.

Friends, you cruelly remind yourself as she climbs over you. Your hands cradle her face, tongue pushing past the seam of her lips to meet hers. 

The way she moans your name has your body thrumming as you kiss her once again, hands sliding down to her hips. Her arms wrap around your neck, marking your skin gently.

“Pretty,” she murmurs against your neck, moving to sit up as her hands lace with yours. Her soft gaze has you melting beneath her.

Kari had always been straightforward, and confident in each of her moves, and when all this had first begun, she was the one who had kissed you in the backseat of a rideshare. From the first taste of your lips, she had realized she wanted to be more, even if it just meant friends with benefits. Kisses shared between friends meant nothing, right? Right?

“Kari,” her name escapes you easily, hands cupping her breasts as she rolls her hips against yours.

She hums in acknowledgment, her lips trailing kisses between your breasts. Her hands easily remove your top, unsurprised to find you without a bra. Her manicured hands grab a handful of your tits, thumbs flicking your pert nipples, giggling when you moan her name in a heady tone. She wants you tonight, no doubt about it. She wants to be the reason you’re trembling, out of breath, and sobbing because you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. She wants you in any way she can have you and for now; it seems like friends with benefits is what works for both of you. 

With gentle hands, you remove Kari’s top, kissing every new inch of skin that’s exposed. With a few giggles and bashful touches, your lips meet hers when you’re both topless.

She’s gentle with you. Her hand cupped your face as her tongue met yours, moaning softly against your lips. Your hands grip her hips, canting against her. You’re both dripping wet, eager to get a taste of each other…

Jungkook had half a beer before he decided he wasn’t in the mood to be out and get hit on nonstop when he was just trying to enjoy his night out with his friends. So with a sheepish smile, he wished his friends goodnight, reminding them to text him when they arrived home safely.

If he was honest, he couldn’t get you out of his head. Jungkook wasn’t stupid, he knew what your sleepovers with Kari consisted and he knew he’d be ruining your night hooking up with her, but he just couldn’t stay out and pretend he was having a good time when you weren’t at his side. Instead, he goes home earlier than expected, hoping you can forgive him for coming home so soon.

His thoughts overwhelm him, lost in his own world, as he walks through the front door. He’s on a whole other plane as he kicks his shoes off, tugging his shirt over his head before tossing it onto the couch. He unbuttons his pants, intent on heading to his bedroom until he hears a moan.

His eyes widen, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. He pauses outside your door, guilt bubbling in his abdomen, knowing better than to spy on you, but when you moan, his brain short circuits and he’s pressing himself against the wall beside your bedroom door.

Kari looks at your bedroom door, wondering if her eyes are playing tricks on her or if she’s seen your roommate. She says nothing, eyes focused on the crack of the door, noting movement when Jungkook tries to sneak past toward his room.

Kari smirks. “Would you fuck Jungkook?”

“Obviously,” you respond, kissing down her neck. Not thinking clearly enough to wonder why, as she moans when you bite down.

“How about a threesome with him?” Kari asks, meeting Jungkook’s eyes, a sly smile on her lips as a moan of your name escapes her when you take her pert bud into your mouth.

Her fingers weave in your hair, losing her train of thought as your warm, wet mouth suckles her breast, tonguing her piercing. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, back arching off your bed as she moans your name.

Jungkook feels like a pervert watching from the door, cock throbbing in his tight pants. A groan escapes him, his large palm muffling it before you can hear him. He curses himself mentally, palming his cock with his free hand.

He was fucked. 

So fucked.

Kari has an evil gleam in her eyes, finally making eye contact with Jungkook. He swallows thickly, unable to form words. He’s helpless. Frozen in his spot, obligated to hear your answer.

“I’d let him rail me from one end to the other. Are you kidding? Have you seen him? I bet his cock is big, fuck.”

“So if he came home right now, would you let him join us?” Kari asks, smiling devilishly.

Jungkook glares, but she ignores him, licking her lips instead.

“Obviously. He’s hot as fuck. You haven’t seen him walking around in just his boxers, Kari. He’s a wet dream come true. Exquisite,” You bring your fingers to your lips, blowing a kiss into the air.

“You can join us, Jungkook,” Kari calls in a sing-song tone that has you whipping your head toward your bedroom door where a sheepish Jungkook stands, hand gripping his cock over his jeans.

“I should have known,” you chuckle when your eyes meet his. His sheepish smile has you melting as you beckon him into your bedroom.

Jungkook trips over his feet as he stumbles into your bedroom, doe eyes wide as he stutters out an apology. “I wasn’t spying! I came home early, a-and the door was open.”

“Don’t care, come here,” you instruct, and he gulps before nodding and making his way to you. You get off the bed to stand in front of him, licking your lips as you take in his perfect figure. You find it hard to keep your hands to yourself but lock eyes with Jungkook. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he breathes as you run your hands over his shoulders, sliding them down his torso. Jungkook watches you closely, licking his lips when your hands grip the waistband of his unbuttoned pants.

Kari giggles on the bed as Jungkook blushes. “I was on my way to bed.”

“To listen and jerk off?” Kari asks as she crosses her arms over her chest and Jungkook looks away, cheeks blooming pink. He quickly realizes you’re topless as well and looks up at the ceiling.

“Jungkook,” you say his name gently, your hand on his cheek to make him look at you. “Do you want to join us?”

“Yes,” he answers honestly, nodding.

“Then don’t look away from us,” you tell him firmly as you place his hand on your breast. “We want you to enjoy yourself.”

Kari nods in agreement, going to stand beside you. Jungkook swallows thickly, the urge to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming, becomes too strong. 

Kari and you share a look, covering your mouths when you giggle. Kari is the one who speaks up, smiling brightly. “You’re not dreaming, Kook.”

You nod. “We’re surprised it took you this long to join us.”

Jungkook can feel his ears burning, a shy smile on his lips as he looks at the two of you. Had you genuinely been waiting for him to join? 

“I didn’t want to impose,” Jungkook answers as you tug on his waistband, smiling at him before kissing him. Jungkook is quick to kiss you back, his hands gripping your hair to hold you to him while Kari sinks to her knees. 

Jungkook moans against you, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips when you push yourself closer to him. He groans when Kari’s hand palms him over the denim of his jeans. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at Kari, whose big brown eyes meet Jungkook’s hooded ones. You’re both so gorgeous, Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself. Sure, he’d dreamed of this moment time and time again, usually with his hand wrapped around his cock, biting his lip to keep from moaning your name, but now that it was happening, he was almost stunned. 

“Koo,” you whine softly, a soft kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth. He turns to look at you, but you’ve occupied yourself with trailing kisses from his jaw to his neck, finally kissing the irresistible little mole that drives you insane. You run your tongue over it, sucking his skin and making him groan while Kari is palming him harder, adding more pressure until Jungkook is tangling his fingers in her hair, gripping the teal harshly. 

Kari pouts, eyes meeting Jungkook’s before she’s tugging on your hand. You reluctantly part from Jungkook, dropping to your knees beside Kari with a wide grin. 

Fuck. Jungkook’s mouth waters at the sight of you two down on your knees for him, eager to take his cock in your mouth. His head spins, tongue peeking from between his lips to swipe along his bottom lip. 

Kari turns to you, capturing your lips in a kiss as your hands fumble to unzip Jungkook’s pants. Jungkook watches you intently with hooded eyes, lip caught between his teeth as the both of you pull his pants down his thighs until they bunch at his ankles. With a few hops and kicks, Jungkook gets his pants completely off, kicking them to the side on your bedroom floor. 

“Ooh,” Kari gushes with excitement once she wraps her hand around Jungkook’s hard length. 

“Fuck,” you curse, finally moving your hand to place on his cock. You’ve dreamed of this moment, unable to keep your thoughts innocent when it comes to your hot roommate. There were plenty of nights you’d go to bed with your hand in your panties and his name on your lips. You ignore the skip of your heartbeat, knowing getting your feelings involved leads to nothing but heartbreak. You weren’t sure you could handle Jungkook’s rejection as well as Kari’s.

Kari releases Jungkook, her lips pressing kisses to his hips as her fingers toy with the waistband of his CK boxer briefs. You stroke him over his boxers, feeling the pre-cum that soaks the cotton. Jungkook is overwhelmed with pleasure, eyes shut tight as he throws his head back; pretty marks left on his skin bloom with color. 

Pride swells in your chest, knowing you’re the one who’s left your mark on his pretty skin. Your heart skips a beat, cheeks flush with heat as you realize you’re finally going to be with your crush. Sure, you liked Kari a lot. She was gorgeous. But Jungkook also had your heart from the moment he moved in. 

However, you were willing to put those feelings aside if it meant you’d get to have him like this once. Just to get a taste of him. 

Who knows if he even liked you past the physical aspects? Maybe he just wanted a quick hookup after all those times he’s had to cum on his fingers after a night of listening in. You frown for a moment, shaking the thoughts out of your head. You weren’t going to let anything ruin this moment, not when his cock was hard and aching in your hand. 

Kari finally pulls away from Jungkook, giggling at the tiniest little hickey she’s ever made. You smile, pecking her lips before looking up at Jungkook, his lust-filled eyes already on you. 

“Get on the bed,” Kari demands as she stops touching Jungkook, moving your hands off his cock. 

Eager, Jungkook does as he’s told as Kari takes a second to kiss you, her hands cradling your face gently as her tongue slips past your lips and your hands are gripping her hands. Jungkook watches on in awe. He knew the two of you were more than friends, but seeing the two of you kiss made it clear that there was more to your friendship than just hooking up.

“Kook,” you say when you climb onto the bed with Kari at your side. You sit back on your heels and let Jungkook get an eyeful of your tits and hers, cupping them in your hands and rolling your nipples between your fingertips before Kari is kissing you again, pushing you onto your back and grinding her hips on yours.

Jungkook’s lips are parted, hand on his cock as he strokes himself. He bites his lip to keep some control over his rampant moans, eyes fluttering shut as he raises his hips to fuck into his hand.

There was no way this was happening.

When Jungkook opens his eyes, he’s surprised to see Kari naked, her panties on your bedroom floor. She’s unphased, her face between your legs, gripping both of them as she kisses one thigh and then the other. You play with your nipples, eyes focused on Kari as she flattens her tongue, swiping against the thin, soaked material of your pink panties.

“Kari,” you moan softly, hand gripping her hair as she does it again and then a third time before she pushes your panties to the side to get a taste of your essence. 

You’re dripping wet, pussy clenching around nothing as you moan Kari’s name again and again. “Kari, fuck.”

Jungkook wishes it was his name you were crying out.

Kari smacks her lips, tongue swiping along her bottom lip as she looks at Jungkook from over her shoulder. “Don’t just stare. Do something.”

Jungkook blinks once before moving closer. He meets your gaze, his hand reaching out to cup your face as he leans in close until his lips capture yours. Slowly, the two of you kiss, his lips muffling your moans as Kari takes your panties off.

Jungkook ends the kiss, licking his lips as he settles behind Kari. His hands run over the curve of her ass, gently smacking it. Kari giggles in response, “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

Jungkook smirks, his palm coming down harder on her cheek. It reddens underneath his palm. A soft curse escapes Kari, her moans muffled when her tongue meets your clit, swirling around it after.

Nerves eat up Jungkook. He’s dreamed of this so often, but truth be told, this was the first time he was in bed with two people. He was at a loss. 

Kari paused her actions, taking Jungkook’s hand in hers before bringing two of his tattooed fingers to her lips. With her eyes locked on his, she sticks her tongue out, licking both fingers before taking them in her mouth.

Slowly, Jungkook pushes them past her lips, in and out, until Kari is drooling around them. Once she deems them wet enough, she guides his hand to her wet cunt. Jungkook only hesitates for a moment, your moan drawing his attention as Kari is back between your legs, talented tongue making you moan her name.

Jungkook’s cock throbs in the confines of his boxers. Biting back a moan, he focuses on Kari. He slowly pushes into her wet pussy, curling his fingers. He moans, slowly fucking in and out of her while her face is buried between your legs, her moans muffled as Jungkook fingerfucks her. 

You arch off the bed, hands gripping Kari’s hair tighter than necessary, thighs shaking as her tongue circles your clit just the way you like. Her fingers work your cunt, familiar with your body enough to know what gets you off. You're a mess on the sheets, only worse when your gaze meets Jungkook’s heated one.

“Fuck, Kook,” you moan, biting your lip as you refuse to break eye contact. He never stops fucking Kari with his fingers. Instead, he adds a third finger and his thumb to her clit, smirking when Kari’s thighs tremble.

Kari raises her head, smirking at you as her fingers gently pinch your clit. Your eyes lock on hers as she licks her lips slowly, going back between your thighs as your hand loosens slightly on her hair. You curse, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck,” Jungkook curses, breathing ragged as watches the two of you, making sure his actions don’t stop as Kari fucks back onto his fingers. She raises her head just enough to beg Jungkook to fuck her.

“Shit,” Jungkook nods. He ruefully leaves the two of you, climbing off the bed to grab his jeans and pull two condoms out. He sets one on the nightstand, noting your untouched drinks and setting the other packet beside the bottles.

“Kari,” Jungkook breathes as he strokes his cock, groaning when he palms himself. “Are you sure?”

Kari raises her head again. “Yes, please. Please, Kook. I need it.”

Jungkook nods, ignoring the way his heart thunders in his chest. With a tattooed hand, he holds the condom packet to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth with practiced ease. He still takes a moment to make sure his teeth haven’t punctured the latex before he puts it on. His hands shake as he does so, but he’s excited and perhaps a little nervous.

Kari is still eating you out with reckless abandon. Your sweet moans fill the bedroom and go straight to his cock. Fuck, he can’t wait to bury himself inside you as well.

Jungkook grabs a handful of Kari’s ass, cursing when it jiggles as he smacks the other cheek. He’s not sure what he’s done to deserve two beautiful women, but he will cherish it for as long as he lives. 

He’s gentle as he slips his fingers back into Kari, who arches into him, round ass nearly pressing against him as he teases her entrance. He uses her arousal to lubricate his cock further before he’s pressing the head of his dick to her cunt.

Kari curses, but it’s muffled by your thighs when you press them to her head, arching off the bed as you moan her name. Your hands grip your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples as your breath grows heavy. Your mind spins, falling over the edge as Kari grips your thighs tighter in her hands to keep you from squirming out of her reach.

Jungkook lines his cock up at Kari’s entrance, slowly pushing the head in. 

“Fuck, Kari,” he breathes, head falling back, eyes sewn shut and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. 

“Fuck, it’s so big,” Kari breathes as Jungkook slides home. His hands dig into her hips as she takes a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes meet yours and she’s nearly panting. “You were right.” 

Jungkook raises a brow in confusion before Kari continues.

“He has a fat cock, fuck,” Kari nearly slumps forward, face first into your cunt as you giggle and help hold her up. You get on your knees in front of her, kissing her. Jungkook strokes Kari’s back, his hands moving to grab handfuls of her ass, spanking her while your tongue slips past the seam of her lips, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“I fucking told you,” you goad as Jungkook chuckles. He cards a hand through his long hair, his lip rings catching the light. You clench around nothing as you watch his broad shoulders, his chest tapering to his tiny waist and finally, to where his body connects to your best friend, and fuck, it’s a miracle you don’t cum then.

Jungkook catches your gaze, smiling wolfishly as he grabs Kari by the hips, pulling nearly all the way out just to slam back into her. Kari’s head falls forward, his name rolling off her tongue in a needy whine. You bite back a moan, focused on Jungkook fucking Kari, each thrust making her moan and curse. You wish it was you but you know you’ll get your turn so you lay back and watch, your fingers teasing your clit as you watch Jungkook fuck Kari.

“Fuck, Kari. That’s it, baby. Take my fucking cock. Just like that,” Jungkook curses as Kari meets each of his thrusts. You moan, the sound of their coupling filling the room, twining with your wanton moans as you work yourself to an orgasm. Jungkook smirks when you fall apart, his name on your lips as you lock eyes with him. Crying out for him and then Kari as you fall into the pillows. 

“Fuck,” Kari moans and makes you scoot closer to her. She takes your thighs in her hands and licks you clean, moaning while Jungkook fucks her, spanking her just to make her scream into you.

Jungkook slips his hand between her legs, rubbing her clit and moaning her name when she clenches around him. Her moans grow higher in pitch, her body still meeting each of his thrusts as her legs quiver and her breathing grows heavy until she’s hitting her peak and cumming around Jungkook, near tears when he thrusts into her again and again.

Jungkook pushes his hair out of his eyes, focused as Kari takes every thick inch of his cock, creaming around him until he’s moaning, cumming into the condom as soon as she falls apart one more time. You follow soon after, Kari’s tongue a treasure as you fall limp into the sheets once again with Kari joining you.

Jungkook chuckles, taking the condom off to discard it into the trashcan under your bedside table. He’s sweating, his perfect chest glistening and you lick your lips when you eye his abs. Fuck, you’d lick him clean up and down right now if you weren’t so spent.

Jungkook is still hard, his cheeks pink as he wonders what he should do. Should he go to his room or stay and wait to see what happens?

“Come here,” you instruct him, patting the spot beside you. Jungkook nods, swallowing thickly as he climbs onto the bed. You kiss him when he lays beside you, your hand cradling his cheek. Slowly, the two of you kiss, his hands gripping your hips as you straddle him.

“Get comfy, baby,” you whisper to him as you kiss your way down his jaw toward his neck and down his chest as your hands greedily explore every bit of his perfect torso. Fuck, you’d love to eat off his abs, take his cock down your throat until tears ran down your cheeks. There’s so much you want to do but you’re easily distracted when Kari and Jungkook kiss above you while you continue to head down south, kissing and marking each of his hips.

Jungkook moans your name, grinning when you tease him with the tip of your tongue just to wrap your hand around him. Your lips plant a wet kiss on the underside of his cock, your tongue following after as you lick him from base to tip.

“Can I sit on your face?” you hear Kari ask and Jungkook eagerly nods in agreement, helping Kari sit on his face while your lips wrap around him. He curses but it’s muffled, enjoying the heat of your mouth as you tease him, your hand rolling his balls in your palm until you're popping off him with one last lick to the head of his cock.

Straddling Jungkook, you stroke him with one hand while grabbing the condom off the nightstand. You rip the package open, tossing the wrapper off the side of the bed before putting the condom on Jungkook. He groans when you squeeze him after, nearly drooling at how hard he is.

Slowly, you sink onto him. You moan his name, cursing and closing your eyes as you bottom out. Jungkook grips Kari’s thighs tighter, his tongue only faltering slightly. Fuck, he feels so hot, like he’s going to combust any second.

Kari reaches behind her, grabbing handfuls of his thick hair to steady herself as her hips roll, her clit rubbing against his beautiful nose. Fuck, you can’t wait for your turn on his face. You wanna suffocate him, have him begging for air as he grips your thighs to keep you in place, his need for you outweighing his need for air.

Your hands fall flat on his chest, your hips rising and falling on his cock. You love the ache of the stretch, nearly gasping for air as you sink on him once again, your hair falling over your eyes until you raise your head. Kari leans forward, grinding down on Jungkook as you lean to meet her lips.

One of her hands releases Jungkook’s hair and the other grips yours as she fucks herself on Jungkook’s face, suffocating him for all she cares as you fuck yourself on his fat cock, whimpering into the kiss as you take more and more of him.

You feel so fucking full and tears form in the corner of your eyes as you bounce on him, your kiss with Kari growing sloppy; nothing but teeth and tongues and pleasure for the three of you.

You tighten around Jungkook.

Jungkook grabs Kari’s round ass, his other hand reaching for your clit. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t get the both of you to cum while fucking him. He’s so overwhelmed with pleasure, Kari’s essence heavy on his tongue and your warm, wet cunt begging to be fucked full of cum, someday.

For now, he settles for the warmth and wetness as you cry out for him, nails digging into his chest while Kari’s thighs tremble at his head. He slurps hungrily, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. Fuck, he’d love to see the look on your faces as you cum, using him for your pleasure and nothing else.

Jungkook’s cock twitches and you groan, riding him harder, faster as you beg him to make the two of you cum. 

Jungkook curses; focused on nothing but pleasuring each of you. Kari is the first to go, screaming as she grinds against him, cumming so hard, she grows dizzy for a moment. She doesn’t climb off him, just scoots forward to help make you cum and kisses you for a split second before you’re falling apart again.

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” you scream. Kari climbs off him and he sits up, rubbing your clit, grateful he can see you cum on his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and cum for us,” Kari encourages in between kisses, biting the sensitive spot on your neck that makes you tighten around Jungkook as his hands grab your ass. He moans your name, eyes fluttering shut as his head lolls back on the pillow.

He licks his lips, forcing his eyes open to watch you crumble on top of him. Kari is guiding your hips, a hand between your legs, nearly drooling as she watches you cream around him, crying out his name and hers as your body tightens and you whine for Jungkook.

Jungkook curses. “Fuck, ride me, baby. Just like that.”

“So close,” you grit, ignoring the sweat beading on your forehead. Your hips meet each of his thrusts, crying out when Jungkook plants his feet firmly on the mattress. 

“Hold on,” is all he says before he’s raising his hips to fuck into you. You cry out, nearly sobbing as he fills you to the brim. You feel him in your stomach as your thighs tremble to cling to his hips. Kari is moaning beside you, her hand between her legs as she watches, nearly coming undone just from watching the two of you.

“Jungkook! Kook,” you moan, nails digging into his abs as he cries out. You’d love to hear him moan some more, melt with each one.

Kari cums first, crying out as she falls apart beside you. You both watch with lust-filled eyes until you’re clenching around Jungkook, head lolling back, his name on your tongue as you cum wrapped around him.

Jungkook watches you intently, drinking you in fully in case it’s the last time. Mesmerized by the wanton look on your face, the rocking of your hips, and the way you say his name repeatedly. His heart skips a beat and nearly drowns out the last moan of his name that escapes you.

Once you’re trying to catch your breath, Jungkook smirks.

“Up for one more?” he asks. You nod, ignoring the trembling of your legs as he kisses you. His hand cups your cheek, and you melt into his touch, tasting Kari on his tongue. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, breaking the kiss to kiss Kari.

“Come on, baby,” Kari guides you off Jungkook’s cock. She helps you onto your hands and knees while she lays beneath you. Jungkook settles behind you, his hands running down the curve of your back, focusing on grabbing your ass and spanking it to draw a moan from you.

Jungkook spreads you open, licking his lips before he’s leaning forward to lick you clean. You’re moaning into Kari, pushing your ass into his face as his tongue works wonders on your cunt. He’d love to eat you out all day and night until he can’t breathe but his cock throbs and he reluctantly pulls away. He lines his cock up at your entrance, pushing in and cursing when he bottoms out again.

“Ugh,” you whine as you bite down on Kari’s thigh. She moans your name, turning into a puddle under you as you lave your tongue over the bite mark. She grips your hair as Jungkook sets a comfortable pace, allowing you to feel him deeper inside. You arch your back, taking every thrust like a champ as he grips you tightly.

“Fuck, so fucking wet for me,” Jungkook groans, eyes focused on where your body meets his. Kari whines under the two of you, slowly sliding out from under you to get to the side. She loves to watch, smirking as Jungkook fucks you harder. Her hands run over his body, pinching his brown nipples and he grunts. 

Jungkook grips Kari’s teal hair, pulling her close to kiss her while you fuck yourself on Jungkook’s thick cock, crying out his name and begging him to make you cum while Kari pushes past the seam of his lips, moaning when he pulls back and bites her lip. Kari licks her lips as she whispers something in his ear.

Jungkook’s eyes widen but he slowly helps raise you. Carefully, he wraps his tattooed hand around your throat and you nearly cum at the insinuation.

“Please, Koo. Choke me,” you plead, nearly in tears as your hand rests over his on your throat. You add a little more pressure and Jungkook curses.

“Gently squeeze the sides,” Kari instructs. She raises his other hand, putting it on her throat and guiding him on where and how much to squeeze.

“Jungkook, please,” you beg. That’s all Jungkook needs before he’s squeezing the sides like Kari had shown him moments before. The effect is immediate, you’re fucking against him, taking his cock as deep as possible just to slam back down on him. Jungkook watches your ass jiggle as you use him for your pleasure. Your head falls back onto his chest and he leans in to kiss you, muffling your cries of pleasure as you finally let go and orgasm around him, squeezing the soul out of him.

Jungkook grunts, holding back as you cum and nearly sob when he lets go of your pretty throat. You look gorgeous in the throes of passion and it’s something he will engrave into his mind for as long as he lives.

When you finally come down, you’re panting. Kari giggles when you fan yourself, nearly collapsing on both of them as your thighs shake in an effort to hold you up.

“You didn’t cum,” Kari notes with a frown as Jungkook pulls out. He shrugs.

“No big deal.”

“Do you want to?” Kari asks.

Jungkook blushes but nods and says yes.

Kari nods as she takes Jungkook hand in hers. “Care to stand?”

“It’s fine,” Jungkook swallows thickly as he quickly takes the condom off to discard. Kari grins as she gets down on her knees. 

Jungkook tongues his cheek, watching her with hooded eyes. He tongues his lips rings as he looks down at her, eager to make him cum. Her dark brown eyes are like melted chocolate, soft and comforting but striking when the light hits them just right. Her black and blue hair suits her. He runs a hand through her hair as she wraps her hand around his length, stroking him slowly. Kari leans forward to spit on his cock, using the saliva to aid her.

“Shit,” Jungkook curses, shaking his head. He’s so sensitive, just wants to cum but also wants to last as long as the two of you need him too, though you both look spent. You scoot closer to watch, licking your lips as you watch Kari’s skilled hand stroke him, her tongue teasing the head of Jungkook’s cock.

Kari grins, she teases him a little more, spitting and wetting his cock before she presses her tits together for Jungkook to fuck. 

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate, cock aching for release. Kari allows him to set the pace, licking and kissing the head of his cock when it gets close enough. She giggles every time Jungkook grunts and groans. His sweet moans hit the two of you hard until you can’t resist the temptation anymore and climb off the bed to join Kari on the floor in front of Jungkook.

“Fuck, please,” he pleads in a tone that sets you alight as Kari strokes him while you palm his balls, licking the head of his cock while Kari focuses on the parts you can’t reach.

The two of you kneel as close as possible, both tonguing at his dick. Jungkook throws his head back, moaning in pleasure, cock throbbing in your mouth when you welcome him in. You bob your head up and down, swallowing when he hits the back of your throat. Kari kisses his hips, thighs, moving down to lick and suck at his balls, mindful of her teeth and your head when you take him deeper. 

You focus on breathing, your eyes locking on his when you look up. You slowly pull off him, lips and cheeks coated in spit and pre-cum and Jungkook thinks you look gorgeous. He guides you back onto his cock, grunting when Kari sucks on his balls, and then joins you in licking and slurping at his thick cock. He’s so close, his body thrumming with pleasure and the need to cum.

Jungkook grabs you by the hair, fucking into your mouth. You open wider, moans muffled by his fat cock on your tongue until he’s pulling out enough just to cum on your lips and tongue. You moan, eyes shut to avoid the sting of his cum. He chuckles for a split second before pleasure overwhelms him and he strokes his cock to milk every last drop.

Kari watches, licking her lips, and waits until Jungkook collapses onto the bed before she makes her move. She leans in close as you slowly open your eyes, grateful Jungkook’s aim isn’t bad. 

Slowly, Kari licks the cum from your cheek. She giggles when you do, swallowing what’s in your mouth before you kiss her to share. Her moans are muffled by your lips, your body over hers when you push her to the floor gently. She cradles your face in her hands, moaning as you kiss and rub against her.

When you both pull apart, you’re panting. You smile at each other before crawling over to Jungkook. 

“Can we lick you clean?” you ask as you place your hands on his thighs. Jungkook’s eyes widen before he nods.

The two of you are gentle with him. You’re careful with your tongues, watching him for any discomfort as you lick his cock clean, kissing each other when you meet at the head of his dick. Jungkook smiles, the two of you are just too cute.

Once you’re done, you both climb on the bed. Jungkook scoots toward the end of the bed with you between him and Kari.

“We should clean up,” you state but end up yawning instead.

“We will,” Kari promises as she cuddles into your side. 

Jungkook hesitates but you drape your arm over his waist to keep him in place. 

“Stay here,” you murmur as you try your best not to fall asleep. Your body feels heavy, well-spent, and satiated.

“Okay,” Jungkook promises as you cuddle into him and he pulls the covers over the three of you. Kari smiles, her heart sinking only a little.

You’re spent after taking Jungkook’s fat cock and receiving several orgasms. You easily fall asleep between Jungkook and Kari, curled up in her chest while Jungkook’s arm drapes over your waist. 

Kari locks eyes with Jungkook, looking at you briefly to confirm you’re sleeping before she speaks.

“You better be good to her, Kook.”

Jungkook is taken aback. “What?”

“Be good to her. She’s liked you for as long as I can remember.”

“I thought the two of you…” Jungkook trails off as you stir but don’t wake.

Kari shakes her head. “No, I don’t do relationships, not the kind she wants. But I see the way you look at her and the way she looks at you.”

Jungkook nods, at a loss for words.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, Kari.”

When you wake, you’re draped across Jungkook with Kari nowhere in sight and your heart crumbles a little. 

Jungkook wakes when you kiss his cheek and he smiles, pressing his lips to yours and everything fades away. Nothing matters but you and him, even if your heart aches just a little.

© jjungkookislife - I do not allow reposts or translations of my work on any platforms, this includes Youtube. 

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What fans say:

Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron:

I was a Horse Girl TM, so I watched this movie a million times as a kid. It's honestly the best horse animation I've ever seen, all the backgrounds are gorgeous, and the soundtrack is incredible. Also the plot is anti-colonial/anti "taming of the west". Genuinely cannot pick a favorite scene, but I love the scene where Spirit commits many acts of violence against the US military <3

horsie :) I love how they use actual horse body language instead of just turning them into a dog. Also enjoy how the protags are easily understandable with just body language and neighs. Also the 2d and 3d animation blend seamless.

I cannot begin to tell you what makes this movie so good. It's a corner stone of animated media. The societal commentary. The incredible emotion of not only the story but the animation. The songs. Sound the Bugle makes me cry every time.

This movie was a key part of my childhood and “Sound the Bugle” still makes me tear up.

This is like the greatest horse movie of all time and I will not change my mind. I watched this movie so many times as a kid that both the VHS and first cd I had for it got ruined and we had to replace it with another cd LOL. I once convinced my teacher to let us watch it in class because it had a few scenes with Native Americans and we were learning about them at the time(It's about the old west and the expansion of the United States westward so it has some Native American characters but def not enough to make it a Native American film, but it does have positive representation I think?) The main character is the horse Spirit, a lead stallion for a herd of mustangs. His thoughts are narrated but he doesn't actively talk and the horse behaviors are pretty realistic, also the ART of it all, James Baxter was one of the lead animators for this film and his work is incredible, and hand done. Some of the behind the scenes stuff in the extras makes the animation look 3d its so good, and the camera work is also insane. As a horse obsessed child this movie was a staple for me, and I prefer it even over live action movies with actual horses. ALSO THE SOUNDTRACK OH MY GODDD how can I almost forget, the soundtrack for this movie goes so hard, I used to use some of the songs as hype music not even lying.

The Mitchells vs. the Machines:

It’s in its core about family, how we can drift and argue. Not because of one true fault, but because we are different. It shows how being weird and different don’t make you less of a family while not demonizing people who do have more stereotypical ‘perfect’ families. I think it portrays our humanity and the way we bond and what we do for those we love, what we sacrifice, so well. It’s so funny and so sweet.

It's funny and the family is neurodivergent and it's just really nice v good time it looks like anti technology at first but its clearly more of a criticism on capitalism I just really like that movie its pretty to look at.

It's funky!!! hang on, bullet point list time: - has such a unique and expressive animation style - has a lot of pop culture references that don't really feel overbearing - has honestly one of the best family dynamics in a movie I've seen???? - realistic characters!!! with realistic and interesting character arcs!!! - absolutely hilarious. makes me laugh every time i watch it :) - comedic villain! gotta love me one of those. also she's badass for a smartphone so - tHERE ARE FURBIES - basically it's very chaotic but also heartwarming, and it's honestly my favourite movie :D

Heartwarming story about family! Also kickass animation

Very good stylized animation. Well written and designed characters. Super funny and sooo heart warming. Fucking rad action scenes (again the animation is fantastic). The story comes together well, it's just quite well written. + Protective dad character who's not annoying as hell (that's rare!). I love every part of when they're at the dinosaur museum thing.

[naamahdarling]

Do you have a favorite musical?

If so, what are your favorite lyrics from it, and why?

ALW's CATS.

Is it a surreal mess? Yes! But I love it before everything else.

The lyrics are silly but very clever. Most are at least partly by TS Eliot, drawn from a wonderfully nonsensical book of poems.

I think my favorite song is the Invitation to the Jellicle Ball, neck and neck with Mr Mistoffelees.

My favorite cat is Mistoffelees by a lot, followed by the Rum Tum Tugger. They are in love.

But the part that makes me feel the most in my heart is Grizabella. The only cat I relate to is Grizabella.

Memory is the big number that everyone knows and I do absolutely love it, it's one of my favorite songs and probably the best in the musical as it was before CATS 2019 introduced a new song, but I feel that out of context it simply doesn't have punch. It gets trotted out to showcase a singer's skill, as a bit of a tearjerker if you're a sentimental person. It is so much more than that.

I didn't understand Grizabella properly until I was well and truly an adult and had taken in multiple cats off the street, and lived near a colony, and watched my own cats become frail, which are all painful things in many ways; AND until I had begun to really feel the weight of my marginalization as a disabled person and an ill person, which means confronting almost daily the fact that I am unlikely to come to the sort of end I would like.

Hold on because I'm going to be unhinged about this cat for a minute.

Grizabella is an aged stray, once welcomed, now abandoned and unloved, considered ugly even by others like her (who are shown to supposedly accept differences and value, or at least respect, most everyone...but not her).

She lives in a haunted, lonely state unacknowledged by anyone except to be driven away. She can no longer care for herself, she is filthy and matted and scarred and probably in a lot of pain, she is starving, and she has nothing but her memories of better times, and every single dawn is both a gift and a miserable curse. She gets to remember. She has to remember.

If you watch, Grizabella is onstage a LOT, she's just off in the background, usually poorly lit, where she tries to mirror the dances happening on the main part of the stage, dances she knows because that was once her, there in the spotlight, shining. But now she's in too much pain to dance and her body isn't working right anymore. I have no doubt Grizabella is dying. The question is whether she will get to do that well, comforted and with dignity, or do it badly and alone.

I cannot HANDLE Grizabella.

If you have even the tiniest inkling of love for cats, if you believe every cat's life is worth something, her story should destroy you.

The legendary Jennifer Hudson's performance in the movie brought a really angry and confrontational turn to her, and it was flat out amazing. A rebuke of a performance. It really hurts to watch but it's what the role has always needed. She isn't just weak and sad, she clings to the tatters of her dignity and is angry that the others don't see her as a whole person. Just a miserable shadow to be avoided. A cautionary tale. We are never told what terrible thing she did to deserve her fall, and given that most of the Jellicles are young, I don't know that any of them really remember.

I will physically fight anyone who says she should not have been selected to ascend to a new life. She was the only choice. Even Gus. Even him. He can have his turn next year. Grizabella does not have another year in her.

And I'm going to make some folks mad but I love the 2019 movie (it's bad) and the new song, Beautiful Ghosts, is amazing, and I DO prefer Taylor Swift's version as the movie version is a little more timid (fitting the role and musical way better) but TS fucking BELTS IT and I get chills every time.

The lyrics are incredible and the song is gorgeous, gorgeous. And strung together with Grizabella's song, it finishes the musical in a way that it was a bit unfinished before. It uses an actual full song to connect Grizabella to the Ball and the Choice more directly than any choreography ever did or could:

Victoria, the White Cat and viewpoint character, still almost a kitten, has been dumped in the street and into a terrifying and beautiful new life.

After being swept up into its wonder, she sees Grizabella, utterly rejected, hissed at, made fun of, despised, and aches with the injustice of it -- Victoria was snatched right up by the other cats the instant her paws hit the ground, but nobody will take in Grizabella. Not even her own kind.

Victoria sees how strangely similar they are and feels a kinship that has no pity in it at all, but wonder and respect.

So Victoria sings this new song expressing the first admiration Grizabella has heard in god alone knows how long, reminding her she has had an amazing life worth envy and renown, and she pulls this horrible decrepit old mess of a cat into the Jellicle Ball, where she is FINALLY relieved of her pain.

Like? I'm crying right now?

It isn't a serious musical, but Grizabella's story runs through it like a cold current, something real and terrible, surrounded by absolute ridiculousness. Her numbers are deadly serious, never played for laughs. And ultimately it is her story that turns out to be the most important one, the truest one, and it is dark, and it is hopeful but only in only the most painful and grief-stricken way. She isn't brought back into a comfortable life with other cats to be happy and surrounded by love. She essentially...dies and goes to cat heaven. She embodies hope itself to the others, and her ascension represents a deeply humbling lesson in humility and grace. Her suffering and her ascent represent the possible future of every one of them, and now they have to confront that, and their treatment of her. She was rewarded, and for all their beauty and charm they were not.

Anyway I'm not normal about it.

The lyrics from Beautiful Ghosts that I love are:

Perilous night, their voices calling. A flicker of light, before the dawning. Out here the wild ones are taming the fear within me. Scared to call them my friends and be broken again. Is this hope just a mystical dream?

and

And so maybe my home Isn't what I had known, what I thought it would be. But I feel so alive With these phantoms of night, and I know that this life isn't safe but it's wild and it's free!

Like, come on. It's a lovely song and it took my breath away in the theater.

Ugh this musical touched me as a feral cat girl of 10 and it touches me again as a sad catguy in their 40s. Truly a very stupid work of weirdly meaningful art and one for the ages.

There are much better musicals, but none of them are part of me.

[xmycxx]

tattoo!artist Ellie's sketchbook

Part 1 | Part 2

Okay i headcannon that her journal is a fuckin mess (like mine)

like, random tattoo designs on one page, random things like ticket stubs and a business card of an ice cream place she liked and some sketches of you all on the same page

tis a fucking mess

you found it once, she was watching a movie with you on your couch, except it wasn't something she enjoyed but wanted to spend time with you

leading to you laying in her lap, watching a movie, while she used her sketchbook on the armrest to sketch "tattoo designs" she was sketching you

she couldn't help it!!! you just looked so fuckin adorable all comfy in her lap and giggling at the jokes in the movie even though you've heard them a thousand times before

after like, half an hour of holding it in, she finally nudges you off to go pee, you pout but let her leave and just sorta awkwardly sit there, fighting with yourself not to open the notebook that she bookmarked with her pencil

eventually you decide you'll just say that it got knocked over when she got up and quickly open it, careful to keep the pencil in the same place

the page you open to is filled with sketches of where she is, her feet on the foot rest in front of her with some dialogue she found funny on the TV in the background, the lil poster you have above the tv, and finally, you

she sketched your side profile, the way your hair is falling on her lap, a smaller sketch of her fingers in your hair, and your favorite, one of your hands clinging to her free one and kissing her knuckles

you looked through some of the other ones, trying your best to not drop the ticket stubs or random stuff she'd tucked into the journal

a few pages back, you found the reciept for the dinner on your first date, with a sketch of how you looked that day doodled on top of it

looking back a little further, she found the napkin you'd written your number on along with a sketch of the tattoo you'd come in to get, with a small note that said "basic" with an eye roll emoji

you laughed, thinking she couldn't get any cuter, but the second the door opened, you remembered she would kill you for this, you tuck the pencil in what you tHOUGHT was the right page and resumed your position on the cough, feigning innocence

ellie fuckin knows something is wrong when you're fidgeting, and it confirms it when she settles back with your head into her lap and she notices the pencil is on a different page

her face turns such a bright red, she couldn't be happier you didn't see it

clearing her throat, she asks you "so, did you like what you saw?"

"Yep, loving the movie from here els." you replied, praying she wasn't talking about the notebook

"Seriously? you didn't even look at the good pages." She pouted, quickly flipping through and showing you a few pages she was really proud of

it had some tattoo designs for you, a few sketchses of your face, a ticket stub from the first time you invited her to your place and she came by the subway, everything

it was gorgeous, she was gorgeous

though she didn't forgive you for sneaking through her things and tickled you till you apologized a hundred times over by kissing her, it still wasn't enough as she dragged you into the bedroom, notebook long forgotten

A/N: I had this idea yesterday when i was talking to someone about my sketchbook. anyway like 300 of y'all have seen this AU, one of you has to have some ideas for this? requestss?

[brandogenius]

Mmmmm what about, headcannons on your interpretations on the different ways that the boys would ask you out/ you would ask the boys out?

Other thoughts:

I think that regardless of what she did, julien would say “ Can I be your girlfriend?” ( Idk why it gets me all melted and shit, probably cuz we’re used to “ will you be my girlfriend”)

Imagining Pheobe who’s the friend that would spam your comment section after you post something ( barking like a dog frfr)

And one time she replied to another commenter who went “one chance🙏🏽” and she replied “she’s mine, can you fight?” or something and y’all were in the same room. You looked up from your phone and went “ I’m yours huh?”

Pheobe: ” yep”

You: “Okay then”

Then you replied to her comment “ hers❤️ I would still recommend you know how to fight though.”

LUCY I imagine she sat you down at her house. Maybe she’d set up a backyard movie. Reasoning being to play an unreleased song. You didn’t know why she was so nervous, she pulled out her laptop and a projector started playing a video with the song in the back onto the wall from the projector. At first it seemed like a song about yalls friendship.

As the montage went on with the pictures and videos, and the song got more personal, you realized that, this was a confession?

Then at the end of the song, there was a voice snippet of lucy talking, saying how she was grateful that she met you and how she’s so glad you’re in her life. Then she mentioned the first time she starting feeling differently towards you compared to anyone else, and how nervous you made her. Then at the end she pops the big question.

-🐹

OOOOOO!!!

‼️RPF‼️

HC - the boys & reader - asking you out

[Phoebe]

phoebe would be the type of person just like you said ^^ you’d post cute photos of yourself and phoebe would be your number one hype dude in the comments “BEAUTIFUL” like that lady gaga meme “AMAZING TALENTED BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS”

the two of you would go off to this nice little beach and take some photos but you see phoebes story just as she posts something and it’s a photo of the beach but you’re in the background and she has a heart on it. “that’s cute” you showing phoebe her story, liking it. “nah. you’re cuter” this has you lifting your head, phoebe grinning at you. “am i now? say, it is kinda late huh? what about we get some dinner? me and you” you kinda were hoping she’d understand where you’re coming from.

“yeah? like a date?” she’s smirking and you nod your head, not being able to get a word out before she’s grabbing your hand and dragging you to the nearest restaurant”

[lucy]

lucy is the type to be like play flirting with you ALL THE TIME same like phoebe but mostly irl if it makes sense? two of you could be cuddling together bickering like an old married couple. phoebe gagging in the corner like “get a fucking room” the two of you just cuddled on the couch, hands twirling some strands in your hair. lucy taking fake offensive to phoebes comment like “damn. you really are being homophobic right now - you hearing this shit?” and she looks at you and you’re nodding your head like “i can’t believe this shit”

she’s like “i can’t believe you’re being mean to me and my girlfriend” and it has everyone raising an eyebrow like 🤨🤨🤨 and she’s like “i mean - uh “ and turning to you and you’re there like “take me out to dinner first sweetheart then we’ll go further” and she’s like “say no more. tomorrow 6pm”

[Julien]

jb would be waiting for the perfect moment. to she’s been preparing ALL WEEK. getting hype from the boys “you can do it! you can do it!!” i like to imagine you work in a flower shop🤭🤭 so she walks in one day looking at the flowers trying to hype herself up to talk to you. not even realising you’re watching her with that small smile on your face.

“you looking for anything in particular?” this kinda startles her so she grabs the first bouquet she finds and hands them to you like “yup yup wanna buy these” and you’re laughing to yourself like “these are the display flowers. are you sure you were looking for these?” and she’s cringing at herself like shit fuck shit- “would you like to grab a coffee with me? maybe now- or later after your shift if you’re free- because if not that’s totally fine” but you’re stood there like :o and juliens there like inner monologue is spongebob screaming in that office as it goes up in flames.

“i’d love to” you say “i actually finish now so it’s perfect timing”

[sugar-petals]

sub!huening kai smut a-z

hot femboy!hyuka x femdom!reader

words. 5.7k 🍓

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⛓ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 18+, dom/sub, inexperienced kai, toys, fetish clothing, degradation, anal + oral play, bondage, watersports, cum play, painslut kai in lingerie, slaps/spanking, past toxic hookups, orgasm control, sugar mommy!reader, impact play, thigh riding, choking

A/N: a steamy toast to the prettiest boy. ‘cause who could be better for a subby smut alphabet ♡

[ sub!idols m.list ]

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Says thank you for getting ruined like the polite boy he is — that’s hot. Lying down eventually, Kai nuzzles his face underneath your chin so you can feel his long tickling lashes against your throat. Although he thinks he might come across as a little awkward and dreamy during aftercare, Hyuka nevertheless has the confidence and maturity to always ask of you precisely what he needs to calm himself down from an intense D/s session or regular sex. And what would that be? All the snuggles.

It often winds up as a two-hour afterglow of nothing but endless cuddling and a pinch of mumbled conversation as the cherry on top. The kisses are superficial or chaste, which is cute and feels good. Superficial doesn’t mean bad: Lips are perceptively tender, after all. They pick up on slow contact the very most. That’s how you spend minutes and minutes once your breathing has become shallow. He reassures that you topped him well. The comedown is kind and relaxed in spirit, generally. He loves you so much. Complimenting him back, you tell Kai that his dreamy side is your kind of thing and he shouldn’t worry. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Swoons for you constantly with a huge spark in his eyes. Couldn’t quite name one body part in particular when put on the spot, shrugging at the question with a confused eyebrow raise. He just likes everything about you. You look wholesome and effortlessly good to Kai: No thoughts, just love. If you were to guess for a sweet spot anyway — he has a thing for your shoulders, maybe? He likes to trace them absentmindedly pretty often. When you watch a movie, for instance. Or when you wait in line at your favorite bakery. Figures, from his tall goth bf perspective that’s the first thing he sees and feels during a back hug. And shoulders are easy to comfortably hold in any setting, private or public. He doesn’t fondle and get naughty: He’s a good boy, his comments about you are never rude.

You tell him how much you like his chic and sensual looks all the time yourself. Kai is so androgynous, a perfect balance of features. Another phone background every week, he just delivers the best selfies for his girlfriend like it’s Christmas. Knows you love his nose, plus the fingernails, his eyes, his natural hair color. Styled long and slightly wavy, of course. His most stunning hairdo, so satisfying to play with ad nauseam. You also like it when the stylists turn his face into living art, like with glossy make-up, lip tint, or super reflective eye shadow. When he shyly takes it off in the evening and washes his face, he glows just as much without it, and his cheeks are utterly kissable under the bathroom lights.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A goner when you look him in the eye a certain possessive way, tugging on his gorgeous black leash. Oh, you both like that one a lot, and use it often. Kai adores, needs being bound and connected to you this way, and any position will do. He’s dripping hot when he reaches an emotional climax with his bangs in his eyes, fatigued, happy, collapsing. He shakes, he cries out, it really built up so much. You never know what you’re gonna get, too. A thick and precious leaking or a thin, silky fountain producing a translucent thread on his stomach.

He’s tried a fleshlight, but he prefers his good ole’ hands, still. Which… poses a bit of a problem. Since he knows how messy it could get on the pillows, or his plushies when he doesn’t hold still — please no, not the stuffed toys! — Hyuka takes great care, for instance, not to jerk off like crazy or not to slip out of you clumsily. He shoots it deep inside of you instead whenever you take the pill, and his creampies always feel like the very best. Towels everywhere, the messiness is under control.

Because he’s that guy, he’ll suck it all out when he’s done cumming. Hyuka doesn’t like to swallow and doesn’t expect you to, either, so he’ll rub his ejaculate into a towel, right off his tongue or cock, and dutifully cleans the rest. Admittedly, you’re obsessed with this idea and feel like it would be disgusting with any other one but Hyuka unsurprisingly. He could squirt his pretty cum inside of you all the time, you wouldn’t grow tired of how juicy and arousing it is. You praise him how he gives you lots, and sometimes choke him out when he cums to make it more intense.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Behind his charming ‚pretty lil‘ thing‘ façade that loves it when you put wayside flowers in his hair… lurks a raw and lusty painslut. He’s there for you to mess him up. Spanking, pinching nipples, slapping the cheeks, or chillingly cold ice cubes down his spine. Kai has a service sub in him, too. Recline and wait for your drink and meal, watch your boyfriend scrub the floor on his knees with a revealing organza skirt on. A peach or mermaid-colored one, paired with a waist harness that’s deliciously tight. As expected, he’s strong as fuck and will put his pretty body to good use. Who knew that the sweetest boy could be so naughty for a bit of pain.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Was a little clueless in the first weeks and had to be introduced to everything that wasn’t vanilla. Learned quickly like the fantastic bottom he is, sub training is easy for him. Got impressed, too. By all the methods and techniques and toys and dynamics of femdom, amazed by the things that you could enjoy together. Because his height is quite something to work with, he liked to just starfish on his back and the habit remained. Kai has no interest in squashing you with his broad body — you prefer to be comfortable on top of him anyways. Kai listens carefully to any orders and moves in slow motion, the face tentative with questions when he wants to rearrange himself on the sheets or padded floor of your living room.

Shy as ever, he’d been too much of a scaredy cat to sleep around prior to that. He tried to have sex three times before crossing paths with you, winding up too nervous to feel like he could get it right with his respective partners. It was thrilling, awkward, strange, and overwhelming all at once. Confusing, and formulaic, too. A stoic atmosphere, pretend-rehearsed, unfocused, unlike what he imagined his first time. Kai expected chemistry and was hit with a ‚let’s get down to business and do it like everyone else‘ attitude instead. Unsettling, to say the least. It was a hotel room hurry fueled with blind obsession both times, and a spontaneous date gone bad a third time. A mismatch, he wasn’t in his element, he didn’t feel noticed at all, he left, it was discontinued. So, all in all, he had sex two times before. Kai tried his best and drew the conclusions, hoping not to dwell in blame.

Pleasing he loves to do, but an empty masturbation aid or sexbot he is not. Kai requires help and loving interaction. Fitting a condom was already a lot to handle, nor did he have any idea how to act except of course be nice. All three experiences kind of steamrolled across his self-worth and he was left to his own devices. Hence he wanted to be more deliberate with the right person in the future, whoever it may be, so he kept an open mind. Kai mostly imagined steamy get-togethers in his head since, avoiding to pursue another messy date just „to get it right“. He was looking for chemistry and was lucky. Your flirting has such a profound effect on him… Kai replays your words in his head for literal weeks. He’s glad he came across you who he can trust and look in the eye.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Wonderboy hasn’t got one yet as he enjoys almost all of the freaky stuff you try together. Perhaps it’s him on all fours, something like that. Doggy allows for you to get your gloves on and curl one or two fingers into him. Not more, three is the limit, he’s too tight (yep, that’s so sexy) and doesn’t want you to perform some kind of straining finger acrobatics just to hit his prostate. But as far as the position goes, the ass-up ones make sense for him. Beautiful back arch, by the way. Goes without saying, though. Almost every good femboy has one.

Kai is so responsive, god. You see his lovely fingers curl when you either hit the sweet spot or leave little spanks on his supple ass cheeks. When each side of his butt looks equally flushed, you move on to peel off your gloves and cool him down with slow, downward caresses on his spine until he gets goosebumps. Without that amount of TLC, it wouldn’t be worthwhile to him. Personal attention is so important in Hyuka’s world, you don’t even know. But don’t worry… guy’s not a selfish lover. He thanks his queen for spoiling him by using that one vibrator on your clit in a comfortable supine position right until you moan your orgasm into the crook of his neck.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy in a kind and doe-eyed way. Not forced, not overdone. A practical joke that’s completely harmless at best. Huening Kai is the immaculate eye candy and pleasant conversationalist incarnate when it comes to being your company. Whenever you lay down on his big chest, Hyuka can’t help but giggle at you treating his pecs like free pillows for naps. Sometimes, his belly, too, you know what’s good. Despite his love for smart pranks, he’s not exactly the craziest class clown, but he’s also not dead serious with you, so it’s a healthy middle for this one. He is genuine, and hey— nobody laughs at your jokes more than him. You’re the funniest, wildest person in the world to your angel babe.

h = hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Soft and clean. God, his skin is so nice. Kai doesn’t really want to shave all the time, so he just gets laser treatments once a month. The more precarious spots, waxing, usually, although he can master a close shave anyway. All of his beauty equipment he takes good care of, your boy is diligent with all the items’ maintenance daily. Neat freak Huening Kai? Who knew, and it’s fucking sexy. He smells so good out of the shower after dancing, you can’t lie, you do wanna fuck him immediately. Though, you give him a five-minute head start in the kitchen to eat some fruit to recharge. Can’t do the do with a hungry man, can you.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.)

Focused on you or busy losing his mind. It’s either or. He’s more cuddly than romantic in a classic sense, the type to lay his head on your lap. Kai believes he’s not mature enough to aim for digging up the deepest feelings, nor do you expect him to. To each their own, just snuggling suits him way better than champagne and rose petals. He believes it’s better to stay sober anyway, for sex especially, and buying lots of stuff to prepare for long-winded romance hours is simply planning overload. Verbal intimacy is more important, not censoring yourselves around each other.

Staying in the moment instead of throwing around money sounds better to Kai, as does sticking to squishing his plushies, and you agree. Being spontaneous and random date nights are more fun, not nerve-wracking like a big busy holiday plan, and sexier, anyway. He amps up the feels for birthdays and festivals like Chuseok, but the general sentiment is puppy love, not formal dinner. Besides the piano music, of course, he can provide that one. An evening in the snug warm bathtub with candles does sound like it, though. Playing with foam is always entertaining. And he looks so fucking adorable.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Too carefree to tense up, too cute to be insatiable. He sees it as a lighthearted activity, though the way his body twists and bends is remarkable. How many pictures of it you have on your phone is something you lost track of. Although you have a lot of separate hobbies and interests, needless to say, he is a perfect muse for anything creative you do. And perfect to watch just because let’s be real, he’s so ethereal, who could do it like him.

Watching him get off is hot, yet fascinating at once. Especially in the mornings. Huening Kai’s cock is straight and beautifully thick, so it’s easy to wrap his big hand around loosely and deliver the most luscious of strokes. Whenever he can, your boyfriend is the type to thrive on a ruined or denied orgasm — he practices it on himself, too. That feeling of high and dry, frustrated, self-inflicted, he enjoys it like a nosy little voyeur. You have a lot of extremely explicit audios on your laptop because of all the moaning stuff he’s sending you, by the way.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Extreme humiliation. Degrading him with words is not enough, it has to embarrass him to the core. Underneath his gentle exterior, one finds a sub of steel who craves D/s that is all about the pretty crying and breathless, but equally beautiful whining. As if he could ever sound ugly, anyway. Kai is a gorgeously vocal sub that blooms under an expert hand knowing how to pull his hair right and tight while he’s getting kicked around on the floor. Not too hard. Just punishing and effective enough. On his handsome knees is where he knows he belongs. Who knew such a sweet guy would like to be handled like this.

His recent favorite debauchery is anal play rested on his back naked with a spreader bar — hell yes — between his ankles. Destroying his perfect little hole has got to be one of the most fun and rewarding things a domme can do. On top of getting his butt split in half with a set of silicone dildos, he dabbles in being a bit of a piss pig in his imagination, as in, aimed at his stomach in the bathtub. His inner pervert thinks it’s so warm and sexy to feel, though he’s careful to suggest it to you at all and will stay clear of mentioning it should you not enjoy a practice like this. After all, he’s the one who wants to be embarrassed, not you.

And a second notable kink (and a less graphic one, for that matter): Being your sugar baby. A little obsession of his, he admits he’s a bit of a goner for being treated by you. Though, judging by what he politely asks you to buy him, he’s not the greedy type. An ice cream here. A pizza there. A plushie, the other month. And chocolate bars, sometimes. It’s more about the gesture and returning the favor later — Kai is big on bringing home your favorite snacks or gets himself a new set of delicate white lingerie that has your jaw dropping.  

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

The kitchen counter, particularly when a snowstorm or thunder rages outside. Spontaneous, post-work, and only when at least one surface is still clean. The two of you are messing around, lusty for one another in the evening. Although afterwards, both of your actual hunger isn’t forgotten. While the food still roasts in the oven, Huening Kai wraps himself around your torso for French kisses and making out like it’s no one’s business. You fucking love his body to the death. So up close, so soft. Let’s go, big boy. You love to feel him get hard inside while he leans his back against the fridge. You, grinding against his loins only with your socks and sweater still on. He can barely keep it together and needs you to guide his hands.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Infatuation. It’s juvenile, unironically hormonal, full of amicable naiveté and big ideals: Fueled by the stuff he watched on TV growing up. He always wanted somebody who’d look out for him. Huening Kai fosters a special type of affection for you by baking and giving you sweets, his time, and sometimes, that entails his beautiful 6’0 of sexiness, too. That he’s considerate and a gift to your life is probably a pretty accurate way to put it, though.

Kai’s fluttering heart reaches quite some beats per minute whenever you stroll into the practice room after he’s done practicing late at night. So self-conscious, so shy in front of you and the other members — he’s a little typical, but that’s heart-melting. They don’t tease him, though, since he doesn’t like being put on a hot seat. Ever since they saw Kai holding his jacket over you while he got soaking wet during a heavy cold rain, they can see he’s dead serious about your relationship and wants nothing to ruin it.

The long greeting hugs that initially made the whole group jealous are now a cause for TXT going „awh“ whenever you comfort him, pick him up, or bring him a bag of take-out when he’s devastated. Or tired. Soobin calls you a real role model lately after observing you, he awards you his thumbs up 100%. They can see that Kai really loves you a lot and vice versa. Sometimes, Kai becomes exhausted from performing lots and has a motivation drop, so the members appreciate you babying him just like they do. Kai returning to his usual courteous, upbeat self is a reward on its own.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Blood. No rashes, gory lesions, cuts, lasting strokes, biting tongues, or heavy scratching. As inviting as his back is to run your nails across and down on, you thoroughly respect his wish. Despite his love for degradation,  and this might sound like a contradiction, Kai rejects the more tormenting extremes of BDSM: You won’t walk in on him watching crazy porn congruently. Kai wants his skin unscathed and the marks of biting scarce, also extending the same idea to you. No brief and brutal poundings during all non-kink sex activity, he knows you don’t like it and never nourished any desire to just rip into you mercilessly himself. He’s a sweet lover, watching out for you as excessively as you are protective of your boyfriend yourself.

The whole shebang with, say knife play or cat-o-nine tails as an example, is chiefly meant for experienced, usually slightly older subs, anyway, requiring some more years under their harnessed belts. The same goes for the unfortunate hazard of internal wounds by accident, which wholly scares Kai and prompts him to do a lot of research. You always make sure to use lube on your gloves and dildos when you toy with his pretty mouth or anus, keeping the friction to a minimum. Chapstick is a must. Prep, too.

In the same vein, he doesn’t like whipping and bondage with coarse ropes instead of satin ribbons. The discomfort is too strong. His skin is sensitive and prefers a nice, gentle femdom-ish caress over harsh materials that need larger aftercare treatment all the way. Kai likes the aesthetics of hardcore, but he wouldn’t follow through. Long story short, he leaves the rugged stuff to the advanced couples, he doesn’t need a jagged whipping. Suave kisses preferred, and he likes the seduction part.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Balanced preference. He’s as good at sucking up your clit as he is at throwing his head back while moaning the house down, your hands on his lap. Appreciates halfway sloppy oral with consistent movements and eats you out super slowly, too. Which has you at the edge of your seat every time, it won’t get boring. Since you could look at his face 24/7, it doesn’t matter which way you go because oral will always come with a fantastic view. He is skilled with timing and nuance after some practice and getting to know your reactions, but the main characteristic of his giving and receiving style is looking very spirited and into it. How dare he look this good between your legs especially. And his lips — wow.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Medium, high and intense on the occasion, but not abrasively so. Kai doesn’t like to thrust so hard nor does he want to get fucked really violently. It would be the exact same if he had a male dom; hard sex is not your angel’s cup of tea. It’s like playing the piano: Prudence makes the better piece. In fact, going way too raw scares him a lot, and he lets you know two weeks into your relationship already. Communication: A+.

Glued together in bed under his favorite, fluffy lilac duvet, gyrating hip on hip, chest to chest: Sounds more like it. Frottage is kind of his thing, by the way. He is equally amazed by your body, thinks it’s incredible and mindblowing. Whenever you stay like that for a long time, it’s like a sauna for free. His sweat is amazing, too. It doesn’t really smell, and it’s more gradual rather than being runny. Kai is well-hydrated and decently athletic, making out is his calling.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Kai is the most touchable boyfriend on Earth, so having a quickie naturally just won’t do. Wasted opportunities, not enough tender love, too much chaos. Huening Kai hates a hit-and-run or wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am mindset as a whole. Hooking up college style has been on his no-go list way before you dated, reaffirmed by his not-so-perfect sexual experiences in various hotel rooms. Your chemistry is just too closely affectionate, too familiar and mutually intertwined to fuck the shit out of each other in a heartbeat. It has to be full of life, a loving embrace, between reading a book and making music.

Even if you possessively guide him to the next best corner by wrapping that sexy signature slim grey tie around your fist, your back and forth goes on far too long to count as a 4-minute romp. It mellows out every time. His opinion is, it’s alright to get carried away with sex, „and hey — it’s with you!“ — you like this kind of approach yourself, loving to build up on pleasure so your orgasms will be strong and passionate. Rather than being too goal-oriented, you love to trail off, get distracted by twirling his hair, licking his chest and arms, or using toys at random to test things out.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Moderate to — sort of — high risk. But nothing that could result in any type of open injury. A bruise is fine, so are light hickeys, or a reasonably reddened butt. That lovely apple bottom of his, as you say every so often. He’s open to hard domination that involves a power imbalance, that’s no big deal. You are his queen, he worships you, snakes his body around you to kiss his your limbs from every angle. Do we smell a tinge of subby contortionism there? Yes, we do… He can do the splits, right. The possibilities.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Going by some very apologetic-sounding text messages sent from work, Huening Kai thinks he’s lousy. Incomplete, in his words. He hates that he can peak within minutes flat when you go for the backshots, though you take it as a compliment. At the end of the day, you can make him feel good and get lots and lots of his cum. You can reward him, and you can make his face go ahegao… because that’s how. It’s fucking sexy to watch in a mirror. Kai always goes several extra miles so the foreplay balances it out. When he’s already done, he uses his hands and mouth to get you off. What’s not to like — your boyfriend might like lazy wake-up cuddles, but lazy with pleasing he’s not. You get your morning head almost ritually to the point where he needs to heat the breakfast and tea again.

Nevertheless, since he looks up to you more than you could ever know, he aspires to become more steady and stable like he says you are. Big aspirations, he wants to keep it up for more than 25 minutes. You tell your gem not to force his body to last or make it painful for himself to the point where it deducts from your mutual enjoyment. Kai experiments with the thought of using actual viagra at one point, but quickly realizes it doesn’t suit him. No cutting corners, no pills, no shenanigans.

Instead, he reminds himself that there are so many different ways to focus the pleasure on you. You riding his thigh and only brushing against his pretty cock with your palm every other minute does the trick. Especially when he keeps his briefs on, straining against the white cotton. It’s all consistent with how Kai views sex as per usual, not liking messy speeds. Edging and cockwarming lite is entirely up his alley, you tell him, and he immediately agrees once you explained those terms to him. „You got me all figured out!“ — „You’re my guy… of course I have.“

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Some toys. Vibrators, nipple clamps. You actually own more handy items, mostly to run on him but also a decent amount of toys that give special attention to your clit. When he’s touring and you watch him on your tablet, either performing or chatting with you in real-time, you like to masturbate somewhat casually — until he turns up the heat and takes his shirt off. He’s no less horny, and sad on top of that, whimpering into his hotel pillow every night he’s not with you. Yeonjun once told you behind closed doors that Kai is pretty much withering away without your presence and hasn’t once looked at someone else with sexual, wandering eyes. This shit is serious. Kai gets a remote-controlled butt plug for his birthday that you can activate with your phone, I’m telling you.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

More than fair. Might have the uncanny ability to look sassy in promo pictures and entertain his members with jokes, but Kai has actual zero brat potential, just pure dorkiness. Recently, he jokes how he’s proud of being your trusty boy toy and it makes you chuckle, kissing his cheek in return — because he is, and even more than that. You regularly step on Kai and he craves it, the absolute living slut for degradation. It’s a thrill, he loves to experiment, but he has no reason to tease. He’s too sexy to ever need it. Catching your eye is easy.

Though he understands that humiliation has a way of working if the sub, often when play begins, feigns an ego or attitude and talks back a lot, his view is that it should be more about masochism and breaking down his dignity sexually „because it’s hotter!“ — so there you have it, he’s the obedient type. Long as it stays a mind game, it’s shocking how far Kai is able to go psychologically because he otherwise isn’t a big fan of uncouth behavior or tough love. Kai’s 18+ side is mysteriously surprising and volatile sometimes as he likes to finds his pain’s limit. In his eyes, annoying one’s dom or domme is for subs who don’t have respect. Cutting to the chase and being a professional is better.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Super soft fairy moans like a cloud to sink into. No raspy groans or growls, it’s all very delicate. Such a fascinating trait of him given how such a lovely voice comes out of such a tall, immense body. Gradually, he gets louder and louder as play or sex goes on, and to say his innocent reactions are rewarding is a gross understatement. Kai is the type to helplessly whisper in your ear how much you fluster him, that he’s going insane, it’s beyond sexy to hear. He moans so much about wanting to do everything for you. He can be cheeky (as in, flashing his booty, that is), but he does as you say when the command comes. He finds the classic femdom hand signals helpful, the ones that indicate the sub which position to assume, how to act, what to say.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ever since you talked about latex and BDSM-inspired fashion, he’s been interested in trying on various fetish gear. That idea lives in his mind perpetually after you showed him some pictures of quality harnesses. Not too frail ones, it has to be large and substantial enough. Both fashionable and decorative, actually. He knows a lot of that stuff from what TXT are wearing in photoshoots, so he’s familiar with some aspects of it. Needless to say, he looks good in everything. Kai being a present to unwrap is just as steamy as him staying half-clothed with some bits of teasing skin to peek through. His stomach, his arms, or legs, you know the deal. His recent thing is donning his maid costume, which teases you immensely with his exposed, godly legs.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Extremely sensitive pink balls. Even the slightest intentional contact with your lips, teeth, nose, or breath makes Huening Kai yelp out loud. Such a taboo spot for teeth increases the temptation of it. How soft, round, and plump this pretty spot is. You love to use your fingers and lube on them at your pleasure. They have that gentle scent, you could pucker your lips and slurp on them for minutes, completely obsessed with how perfect they are. At the expense of having him scream and seeing his legs twitch, no-brainer. He’s well-shaved, nor does he grow much hair there to begin with. Coming home from a music show, he always showers first before you can even touch him. „Wait, I’m disgusting, just a minute“ — and off he goes to the bathroom. He’s meticulously clean. And hell yeah: His dick got a nice fucking shape to it.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not to sound cheesy — to be honest, he’s always ready for some action. If you think bighit, he’s the opposite of Suga. The experienced, sometimes fully tired Yoongi takes his time to get going, lets nobody hop on his lap in the studio, and depends on his mood entirely. Cat person incarnate, everything at his own pace. Sex? It’s pretty common in society, it’s a set of activities, it’s another break when he produces. The goal is always the same, getting off, it’s a way of loving physically, it gets its place in the daily schedule, et cetera, and so on, he’s got his own philosophy, he’s a thinker. Hyuka on the other hand…

Is blue-eyed and would never conceptualize sex like this. Mood doesn’t matter when he can always warm up to your kisses. Sex is special, it holds deeper meaning and emotional value. Your pace is his pace. You initiate, he adapts. Like a pup, Hyuka will grind up against your hips in no time and jump at the prospect of sneaking off into the sheets. There’s novelty and an element of surprise, he yearns a lot at work.

His fellow members catch him daydreaming all the time, but he won’t kiss and tell. Everybody knows the maknae thinks about you anyway. The way he crushed on you was fucking crazy, the entire company saw how lovesick he was walking around. A very lightheaded Kai almost thought he’d faint and dramatically plunge into another reality when you asked him out on a mere ice cream date. All he could do was nod his head with a pulse above 120, put on his best preppy little outfit, and run to the hairstylist instantly.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Eyes half-closed, cuddling and caressing has a higher priority to Huening Kai than leaving you to your own devices. A light sleeper anyways, he hardly dozes off. Some people need space, some need sleep, others need a bath — Kai is more about the immediate hugs and warmth, and most definitely getting covered up. He doesn’t like staying nude and sticky, so dressing back up in oversized sweaters or shirts sounds like a better idea. A heated blanket during winter is a must, and from there, you can both doze off until you remember to brush your teeth.

Sometimes, you crawl back out from your little comfy love cave somewhere around 11:45 PM, handle business in the bathroom, and go back to sleep, hoping to rest like this forever. His tight schedule prevents that, though you still try to gather those hours like a quest. Kai is the cutie on duty, he works diligently so he can come home as early as possible. If not, you can visit your cuddle bug during practice, recordings, or photoshoots to your liking, or the dorm where you can sleep spooning during tender hours of rest where you warm each other on the couch.

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[pommpuriinn]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜

｡𖦹°‧ pairing ｡𖦹°‧ - idol!yeonjun x superstar!oc x idol!jungkook

｡𖦹°‧ synopsis ｡𖦹°‧ - a love triangle between Hollywood’s sweetheart, Korea’s golden maknae, and Gen Z’s IT boy. Estrella is a very busy woman never had time dating with all her photoshoots, movie offers, recording sessions, dance practices, and public appearances. As she’s doing a little world tour promotions for her latest mini album ‘You & Me’, and let’s just say that stop last a little longer and it becomes a little too interesting.

｡𖦹°‧ a/n ｡𖦹°‧ - this is an introduction to Estrella and basically a background check of her. The boys have not enter the chat yet, enjoy ૮꒰ྀི๑•‌◡<๑ ིྀ꒱ა

Estrella was born June 20, 1999 in Hawaii, but after 4 months her parents flew to Los Angeles and decided to live there. Occasionally, sometimes her and her parents would fly back to Hawaii to visit her mother’s side of the family since they originally from Mexico, but immigrated to Hawaii. There is still some family back in Mexico that just decided to stay back and take care of the house that they built long ago. While on her father’s side his dad’s side resigned in Peru where he’s from, and his mom lives in London where she’s from since they both divorced when Estrella’s father was a teenager. The trio also would fly to Peru and London so Estrella would still have a relationship with her grandparents.

Estrella wasn’t born rich her parents ran a restaurant in LA that focused on Mexican/Peruvian/Hawaiian dishes. Luckily, it gain popularity rather quickly because of all the different flavors and beautifully plated dishes plus it wasn’t that expensive so anyone could afford it. Some people even came just to see the chef (Estrella’s dad) because word on the street a new food place opened with amazing food and good looks. It wasn’t just the chef that brought the ladies over the gorgeous waitress/hostess (Estrella’s mom) brought the thirsty men in and made them spent all the big bucks on alcohol and their big dishes. Estrella always thanks her parents for the good genes she was blessed with.

As any kid that has parents that run restaurants they knew that once you get to a certain age which is still fairly young you must help around the restaurant. So at the age of 11 Estrella was taking orders which shocked some customers when they see a kid go up to their table and say, “hi welcome, what can you get you? Or do you want to hear the specials first?”

Working at the restaurant was truly a blessing to Estrella because since the restaurant was located in a busy street in LA many talent agents would come for lunch. Which is how Estrella booked her first modeling job for kids clothing even her parents booked little modeling gigs here and there, but they truly wanted to just focus on their restaurant than taking the entertainment world route. Estrella parents still supported her and they even celebrated in the restaurant, as Estrella got her first acting gig.

At the age of 14 Estrella met Megan Kim, who enter the restaurant after moving to LA from Korea. Estrella was singing while the restaurant was slow and it immediately caught Megan’s attention, “um, excuse me?” Estrella instantly stopped and hummed ‘yes’. “My name is Megan Kim and I’m currently holding auditions for a new artist in my new company I’m trying to build. Here’s the time and place for the auditions.” Megan was a bit too straightforward for Estrella likely, but she didn’t decline the paper flyer.

Her parents were obviously a bit skeptical for obvious reasons, but nevertheless her dad took her to the audition place while her mom held down the restaurant for the day. Estrella was nervous and excited, as they stepped into the small building. The room had about 10 girls with their parents the girls auditioning were all practicing their singing and dancing while their parents watched and encouraged them. “Aren’t you going to practice too?” Her dad questioned, as they took a seat. “I practiced enough already dad.” Estrella shrugged while looking at the girls. “I’m just making sure.” Her dad smiled knowing his daughter was confident.

Some girls left crying yelling, “I messed up! They aren’t going to pick me mom!” Others left with a poker face and a small amount just walked out with a small smile. None of those expressions helped Estrella to determine what’s in store for her during the audition. “Estrella Blue?” A woman finally called. “You got this mi pequeña estrella.” Her dad squeezed her into a hug with placing a kiss on the crown of her head. “Dad, not in front of the lady.” Estrella groaned, feeling embarrassed. The cute interaction made the recruiter giggle at the wholesome scene. “Ok, I’ll stop. You got this and I’ll be right here waiting for the good news.” Her dad gave one last assuringsqueeze on her hand before Estrella followed the lady.

Estrella sang a song she made with her dad called ‘Like That’ and while singing she was dancing to choreo that her and her mom help make. The song had everything Megan and her two recruiter were looking for in picking the girl they wanted. It has vocals, rap, and dance, “I think we have the one.” The female recruiter whispered towards Megan. “No doubt about it.” Megan knew she has star right in front of her.

Megan didn’t wait a second longer and brought Estrella’s dad into the room with them. She expressed how talented Estrella is and wants to sign her to her company, but Estrella would have to go through this trainee process like how they do it in Korea which is completely different on how they do it here. Megan explained her history in the music industry in Korea like how she was a trainee for many years and learned all the ins and outs of the system and how she debuted in a girl group, but soon left because of the bad treatment they were facing from their company. Her goal is to create a music company that isn’t toxic nor harmful mentality and physically to the artists along with creating music to heal the soul.

Estrella’s dad saw how happy her daughter’s face was hearing everything, so he made a deal with Megan with how many hours Estrella was allowed to train and that she wouldn’t be living in the building like how the trainees doing Korea. Megan was more than happy with the agreement and they all immediately started signing the papers.

Estrella stopped working at the restaurant since her new schedule was; waking up, eating a big breakfast made from mom, going to school, going to small building that still didn’t have a name yet, practicing vocals/rap/dance from different teachers that Megan, Sana(recruiter 1), and Daya(recruiter 2) knew. Estrella parents would take turns taking her to and from the company. “She’s working so hard.” Her mom sighed, as she watched her daughter sleep in the back seat. “I know, but this is her dream and look soon she’s going to be a superstar. Our Estrella is going to loved by everyone all over the world.” Her dad smiled at the thought of their daughter getting endless love and support from millions all over the world, including their love for their precious Estrella.

Debut date was rolling closed and closer and just four months prior the announcement of Estrella debut date, the media has been buzzing about the brand new entertainment called, Starlight Entertainment debuting an artist that went through the Kpop trainee system. With the height of BTS who enter the American music industry with their hit ‘DNA’ back in 2017 and continue to get bigger people were interested with what Starlight Entertainment had to bring with this concept of training. Starlight Entertainment did clarify that Estrella was not a Korean artist she is a Latin artist and will not be singing in Korean, at least not yet or whenever she decides to hit that route, but her style of performing is similar like singing and dancing. Along with her albums coming with photocards and different inclusions.

Kpop fans and locals were very interested how it was going to look like with a western artist. Many people started stanning the second the concept of photos were released along with little videos of trainee singing and dancing that went viral with the headline ‘Brand new artist debuting under a new founding company along meeting people’s expectations!’ Another thing that went viral was the new Starlight Entertainment building it’s still pretty small, but since it’s an all girls company that they decided to painting the small building pink, and with the little money the endorsers gave them they were able get a vintage look to the building. Which was aesthetically pleasing to people who would stop and taking photos of it and post how cute it looks.

Some pre debut fans would stop by and see if they can get a glimpse of the new artist, and when they do see Estrella they say that she’s more prettier in person, and about how kind she is already giving them fanservice. In no time Estrella debut happened on May 4, 2020 with a full album called ‘Introducing Estrella’ with the title track ‘Love Bites’. ‘Love Bites’ was a mega hit and climbed the charts, played on radios, people used the audio on TikTok while dancing to the choreo, and Estrella was asked to come on talk shows and radio shows. People fell in love with her kind and bubbly personality along with her undeniably talent, and visuals. Estrella Blue became the superstar her parents and her team always thought she was.

Album Cover

Tracklist

1. Love Bites (originally IVE)

2. Like That (originally BABYMONSTER)

3. Only You (originally VCHA)

4. New Dance (originally XG)

5. Perfect Night (originally LE SSERAFIM)

6. TGIF (originally XG)

7. I Do (originally GI-DLE)

[actuallysaiyan]

You Can't Hurry Love(Android 17 x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, love confessions, Android 17 getting his life together, use of his real name "Lapis", oral sex/cunnilingus, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking alcohol

word count: 1.5k

a/n: don't own the artwork. This is for my good friend @scrumptiouss007

“Are you finally going to confess your feelings, brother?” Eighteen asks as Seventeen begins packing his things. He’s planning to spend the weekend with you, and considering it’s your birthday weekend, he’s more than excited to be with you.

Seventeen blushes, “Nonsense. I don’t have to do that.”

Eighteen laughs, “oh? Is that so?”

Seventeen rolls his eyes and he just shrugs it off. He’s got a place to be and he won’t keep you waiting. Eighteen thinks about her own marriage and how things came to be with Krillin. She wonders if maybe you are the special person for her brother and she hopes he finally has the guts to confess his feelings for you. She hopes that he can come to terms with the way he feels about you.

All the way to your place, Seventeen wonders about what his sister teased him about. He’s liked you since he first met you, and you really bring out the best in him. He never thought he’d be happy in this life. He figured it would just be violence and rebelling against people. But you keep him so grounded and make him feel like he can have a real chance at life.

Once he gets to your door, he finds himself feeling so nervous. But it’s that gorgeous smile of yours that brings him back down to earth. You invite him in, and he’s absolutely thrilled to be with you. You lead him into the kitchen and you open a beer for him. He puts his bag down on the table, and he smirks when he notices you eyeing it.

“I’ve got your gift,” he says as he moves closer. “Don’t worry.”

You giggle, “sorry, I’m just so excited.”

The two of you make your way into the living room and you turn on the radio for some background music. Android 17 is very much happy to be here with you. When you told him you wanted only him to be here with you on your birthday weekend, he was ecstatic. He’s been thinking of a way to confess his feelings to you.

“So you really just wanted it to be me and you?” he questions, and you smile sweetly.

“Yeah, I know Bulma would have thrown me a party, but I just wanted it to be me and you.”

Those words just make him feel like you’re asking for him to kiss you. He stares at your pretty lips, and he has to look away when your eyes meet his. It’s almost embarrassing how much he likes you. You probably wouldn’t want a guy like him anyway. He barely has his life together at this point.

This turns into a comfortable chat between you two. The whole time, Seventeen cannot keep his eyes off of you. His hand comes down to yours and caresses your fingers softly. You both sip on your beers and eventually, he gets up to get something out of his bag. He finds your gifts and he brings them to you.

You excitedly open them up, and you’re so moved. The first one is your favorite movie, the  next one is a perfume you really love. It’s the final one that really is touching to you. It’s a photo of you and Seventeen when you first became friends in a beautiful frame. You coo softly at the sentimental gift.

“Oh, Lapis!” You hold the gift to your chest. “This is the sweetest gift I’ve ever received in my life.”

He blushes at your use of his real name, “y-yeah? I had it made especially for you. My sister helped pick out the frame.”

You get up to move some stuff around on your mantel. And then you place the photo where everyone can admire it. It’s a sweet picture because it really signified a change in his life. He was so lost after everything that happened with Cell, but you came into his life and showed him unconditional friendship. And he’s hoping  you can show him unconditional love.

You’re so excited when you pull him in for a hug, and suddenly, you feel his lips on yours. It’s so soft and sweet, and when you pull away, he’s blushing. It’s such a sweet thing for him to do, considering you had no idea he felt this way.

“Listen to me…” he says before taking a deep breath. He exhales shakily. “I…love you.”

Your ears are ringing and the room feels hotter than usual. You shake your head softly, and tilt it to one side. You’re so confused right now. There is now way that Lapis has just confessed his love to you. You’ve been pretty much in love with him since the moment you met him. You always found him so sweet, and maybe that was just his side solely for you, but you still enjoyed him so much. He was your best friend.

“Y-you love me?”

He grasps your hands and looks down shyly, “Yeah, I do. I have loved you for a while now.”

You chuckle softly, “I wish you would have said something.”

You’re so quick to lean in and kiss him. This kiss is more passionate and has so much feeling and emotion behind it. His tongue glides against your bottom lip, and you’re more than happy to welcome him in. As soon as your tongues meet, it’s like heaven. There’s a low moan that rumbles through the two of you.

Android Seventeen is slowly guiding you into the bedroom. Once the door is closed, he gently pushes you onto the bed. You’re a little surprised by his sudden show of affection, but you aren’t mad at all. He climbs on top of you, resuming the make out session you were having out in the living room. 

“I love you too,” you say breathlessly when you pull away.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Lapis.”

The words make his heart flutter, but he isn’t surprised to find that they make him hard too. He slowly removes your shirt first, pressing all kinds of open-mouthed kisses on your tender flesh. He wants to leave love bites on all the sensitive places of your body. He wants you to remember the feeling of his teeth sinking in to mark you up.

You shudder as he unclasps your bra and throws it aside. The air from the room makes your nipples stand erect. Lapis takes a moment to admire your half-naked body on the bed below him. He never thought that he’d be in this position in a million years. But he is more than happy to finish what he’s started.

Your lips meet in a frantic and hungry kiss as his fingers begin tweaking your nipples. You let out the softest and cutest moans between the wet kisses you share. Lapis is more than happy to provide such wonderful stimulation to you.

Then he lets his hands wander further down your body, smoothing down your sides and making you break out in goosebumps. He attacks your jeans with ferocity, wanting you to be completely naked under him. You whine when he finally has you down to your underwear, and he is between your thighs.

“Let’s see how excited you are for me.”

When he peels off your panties, he greedily sniffs them. Then he shoves them in the pocket of his jeans. The smell of you is completely intoxicating. He’s glad that he finally confessed his feelings to you. If he would have known that it would have ended up like this, he would have confessed so long ago. Before long, he leans down on his stomach and licks a stripe from your hole to your clit.

“Oh fuck,” you whine before tangling your fingers in his hair. This makes him even harder than he’s ever been in his life. 

His tongue laps at your slick languidly, savoring every drop of nectar that comes from your hole. He swears he’s never tasted anything as decadent and sweet as you. You make his brain go dumb with lust. Slowly, he begins rutting against the mattress for a little relief.

The greedy slurping sounds only add to your own arousal. When you look down at him, you realize that he’s crazy for you. It doesn’t take much longer for him to sit up on his knees. He looks almost feral with your juices dripping down his chin.

“Gotta have you,”

Without much more thought, Seventeen pulls his jeans down past his ass and he strokes his hard, leaking cock. You gasp as he penetrates you, and you shudder as he slowly sinks into you. His lips meet yours once he bottoms out, and you wrap your arms around him. He’s just so in love with you, he can’t even properly remove his own clothes. His need for you grew too much, and now you’re connected.

“Pretty little baby,” he teases softly as he begins to fuck you. “You thought I gave you all your gifts. But this is the most important one.”