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maspers · 5 months

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Ranking the Miracucast by good they are at playing UNO

Marinette: She has a strategy. She plays to win. Her family has been playing UNO since before Marinette was in nursery school. She is ruthless and takes no chances. There are no allies in UNO. ...She still ends up losing more often than not because that's just how UNO is. 7/10

Alya: She's mostly just at the table for fun, and really enjoys how into it her friends get. 4/10

Adrien: Yes. 10/10

Nino: You would not expect this man to be good at UNO. But everyone just kind of... ignores him? He just casually goes along causing no drama, until he's the first person to call "UNO!" and everyone wheels around in their seats to face him with shocked looks on their faces. Adrien, however, can see right through Nino's facade and the moment Nino says "UNO!" both of them know that it's on like Donkey Kong. 9/10

Chloe: She has no idea whatsoever how to play, but she refuses to lose to Marinette. There is drama. There is house rules. There is drama about house rules. But they keep inviting Chloe back to the table because when she plays she also *hosts* the game at Le Grand Paris, and while they may not be good at much the Bourgeois family DOES know how to host events better than anyone else. 5/10

Sabrina: Initially didn't participate and was just there to act as Chloe's valet. Then one day she joined the table and curbstomped everyone, then went back to helping set up the snacks like it never happened. This has happened a couple times since then, and nobody understands it. Adrien and Nino have begged her to teach them, and she acts like she doesn't know what they're talking about. The only person to ever match Sabrina in a game of UNO was Marinette's mother Sabine, and all the players that were involved in that game signed an NDA stating they can't reveal who won. I have no justification for any of this, but I can feel it in my bones. 11/10

Mylene: Surprisingly vicious, but experienced players have no difficulty dispatching her. 6/10

Ivan: Unfortunately he is not very good at this game. There was one time he actually won though, with a pretty good strategy, and his smile was brighter than the sun. Since then everyone has wanted him to win again, but none of them are willing to sacrifice their own chances of victory for it. Ivan doesn't mind. He's just happy to be included. 2/10

Rose: Everyone expects her to be secretly good at this game for some reason. She doesn't understand why. She's pretty average at the game, but enjoys when she plays a card normally and everyone else glances around in a panic. This is fun! 4/10

Juleka: By herself she's a little better than average, but she's a real menace when Luka is also in the room. She knows all his tells and micro-expressions, and since Luka is Luka (see below) that means she knows everything. There have been talks of banning the Couffaine Twins from playing in the same round as each other, but such a ban was pretty impossible to enforce. 8/10 by proxy

Kim: In regular UNO he's a complete failure, but when the group is playing with large amounts of house rules he starts doing really really well. Not on purpose. Most of the time, however, he just shows up to eat snacks and arm wrestle with Ivan in the background while everyone else plays. 3/10

Max: Like with every game he's played, he knows ALL the strategies. Card percentages, color probabilities, the works. He should, by all accounts, be an expert at this game. But he does not understand the Heart Of The Cards and so he keeps losing. 6/10

Alix: Is definitely cheating. All the time. Everyone knows it. And it hurts, because Alix is legitimately good at the game too. Her classmates are begging for a regular game, but she just loves seeing what weird stuff she can get away with. Alix/10

Nathaniel: He wasn't particularly interested in the game originally, but then someone (Chloe maybe?) commissioned him to make a massive custom deck with original art based on the superheroes. Since he makes the cards, he somehow also became the judge on what can and cannot become a permanent house rule, since that often leads to new cards being made. He's still really awful at the game itself, but everyone showers him with praise and view his title as Deck Keeper as worthy of unparalleled respect. And since he made the cards, he's the only one capable of countering Heart Of The Cards bullcrap. 5/10

Lila: Has literally never played UNO before, though she will never admit it. 0/10

Luka: The jury's still out on whether or not his inner music hyper-empathy counts counts as cheating or not. Since they can't prove he's using it to know what everyone is feeling about their cards and plays, he's still permitted at the table. But the fact remains that he's very good at this the game. 8/10

Kagami: She has absolutely no idea what she is doing. The amount of cards in her hand sometimes gets so large Felix or Adrien has to provide one of their hands to help hold them. But she is also having the most fun she's had in a long, long time. So let's focus on the positives, shall we? -10/10

Marc: He swears the deck is not rigged in his favor. Nathaniel asserts there's no way he COULD rig the deck in Marc's favor, and Max ran the numbers to prove it. But somehow every time the group starts a new round Marc draws his cards and yup full of wild cards again. 6/10

Ondine: This was Kim's idea of a date. Ondine was not impressed. But she did stay for the snacks, and at least gave it the old college try. UNO just isn't her vibe, and that's okay. 1/10

Aurore: Doesn't usually play with everyone else, but she DOES know how to play, and one time she was asked to join a game when most of the group was unavailable and they needed more players. It was a bit awkward because she's a big Adrien fangirl and is used to playing with a different set of house rules, but they made it work, and fun was had. 4/10

Felix: He tries. He tries so hard. Everyone was wary when he joined the table, but there fears were unfounded because Felix is absolutely pathetic at UNO. He has the rules memorized. He keeps track of all the house rules meticulously, which interestingly means he's very good at keeping the game running smoothly. Everyone turns to him when there's uncertainty about a particular situation. But he just can not win. Ever. He doesn't even get close. He's managed to call "UNO" a grand total of once in his lifetime, and that was because the rest of his cards ended up in Kagami's hand instead somehow. It's awful. It's mortifying. He's a chess prodigy, an expert tactician, how has he been reduced to this? 1/10

Zoe: Was really excited to play, and let out a squeal of joy when she saw Nath's custom cards. She knows how to play really well, and was really quick on the uptake when it came to all the house rules, too. Since she's around technically the group no longer needs Chloe to host, but Chloe took that as a challenge to be an EVEN. BETTER. HOST. Zoe is not complaining, less work for her. And she still beats he sister most of the time, so it's all good. 7/10

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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park and ride (explicit)

genre: smut

pairing: namjoon x reader

summary: your fuckbuddy asks if the two of you can drive around a bit first, but he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself

word count: 4.8k

contains: explicit sexual content bb! idol verse, fuckbuddies, teasing while driving, semi-public sex (aka fuckin in a car), fingering, squirting, a smidge of size kink, also joon really likes your skirt

A/N: inspired by that ~mysterious extra day~ in america and joon posting Fast Car by Syd on his story (which, btw, TASTE) - this is also on AO3 if you'd rather read it over there!

For your own sanity, you try to stay busy. You go for a long run every morning to clear your mind. You delete Twitter from your phone and get two weeks ahead on your grad school assignments. You go out for drinks with friends and pepper them with questions about their own personal dramas.

But all the while that glimmer of hope in your chest remains, impossible to extinguish entirely. You know by now to keep your expectations low, very low. Just because he’s on this side of the world doesn’t mean he’ll have time to see you, and most of the time, he doesn’t. You figure there’s no point in obsessing over something that’s out of your control.

But this time is one of those rare occasions where the stars align and the universe decides to throw you a good turn, and you can’t help the smile that breaks across your face when he calls.

“I got an extra day. Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Hmm… yeah, I should be able to pencil you in,” you joke.

The celebrity part of it is still pretty bizarre, but you’ve done this enough now that it’s become its own weird little routine. Pulling up to a hotel where the nightly rate costs more than your monthly share of rent. Handing the valet the keys to your shitty Honda Civic. Checking in at the front desk and giving the alias the group is booked under, which changes every trip. Showing your ID so they can confirm you’re on the approved list of visitors. Having a special room key made that allows you access to their restricted hotel floor. Just all part of the process.

And that’s not even mentioning the one time you were personally escorted by a bodyguard to his room; you wondered on the elevator ride up how much time their security staff spends ushering fuckbuddies in and out. You’ve decided that maybe you don’t want to know the answer to that one.

So it’s a surprise when he asks on the phone, “Can you pick me up instead this time? We don’t have to go anywhere special, maybe just drive around a bit? I’m so sick of hotel rooms.”

“Is this all a ploy to stop me from raiding your minibar?”

He laughs softly. “Oh don’t get me wrong. I definitely still plan on taking you back to my room and…” He trails off, well aware that he doesn’t need to explicitly finish the sentence. “Well, you know. Just need some fresh air first, I think.”

You decide you’ve given him enough sass for one phone call and bite back the urge to argue that he’s not actually taking you anywhere, as you’re the only one with a license in this situationship.

“Yeah, sure. I can do that.”

~*~

Never in a million years would you have ever thought you’d have Kim Namjoon riding shotgun in your car, the seat pushed back as far as it can go to accommodate his long legs.

He’d slipped out of the front door of the hotel looking as nondescript as possible in a black hoodie and shorts, face hidden almost entirely by a black facemask and a bucket hat pulled down low over his eyes. You pause, hands still on the wheel, wondering if you should expect some kind of greeting. This is so far outside the realm of your normal interactions that you have no established protocol to follow.

“It’s good to see you, let’s get out of here.” He says softly, and you take that as your cue to shift gears and follow the road out of the hotel entrance.

Namjoon seems tense, you think as you pass through an intersection. He keeps switching between checking his phone, looking out the passenger-side window, then turning over his shoulder to look at the traffic behind you.

“Sorry,” he explains, “Not trying to be rude. Just being careful.” That’s when it finally registers in your mind that he’s making sure you’re not being followed, and the thought sends a shiver of fear up your spine. The fact that this is a regular part of life for him is so strange.

The city is fairly deserted tonight, and when you stop at the next red light you can see him visibly relax a little, unlooping his mask from around his ears and tucking it into his pocket along with his phone. He slips his hat off as well and tosses it in the backseat, pulling down the visor to make sure his hair looks good in the tiny mirror. You try to suppress a laugh; surely this man knows that he already rolls out of bed looking fine as hell, no adjustments necessary.

He flips the visor closed and catches you staring at him, and a thrum of desire runs through you. Has he managed to get hotter since the last time you saw him? You didn’t think that was possible.

“Come here,” he murmurs, leaning over to cup your jaw with one hand and bring you in for a kiss.

This is your favorite part of these reunions—remembering all the little things you’d forgotten since the last time. Like how big and warm his hands are, how hungrily he kisses you. It isn’t until an impatient horn blaring snaps you back to reality that you remember you were stopped at a red light, which is now very much green. Judging by the way the driver behind you is laying on the horn, it’s been green for a while.

“Fuck, oops.” You move to pull away but he keeps his hand on your jaw, holding you in place, your lips inches apart. His eyes are dark with pure want as he stares at your mouth.

“One more.” His lips are so soft; this kiss is sweeter than the first, less urgent. You barely notice as the driver behind you swerves into the other lane to pass your stopped car and speeds off through the intersection.

Namjoon brushes his thumb against your cheek and then removes his hand somewhat reluctantly. You can’t hold back your smile as you ease your foot off the brake, trying to focus on the road. “I’m not sure if you’ve heard, but when you see a green light while driving, it means you’re supposed to go.”

He leans back in the passenger seat, his hands clasped behind his head, dimples fully on display as he laughs. “There it is. I knew you’d get in a license joke eventually.”

“I held it in for as long as I could.”

“I bet you did.”

You realize he didn’t give you any directions on where to go, so you drive aimlessly through the city that you know so well. The lights at night are beautiful, even you can admit that, and though you typically hate the many intersections, it’s not so bad when you have someone to kiss you breathless each time you hit a red light.

During a particularly long stretch of greens, he taps his knuckles on the center console. You glance over to see his eyes roaming across the inside of your car, like he’s just realized where he is. “So this is your whip, huh?”

The fact that this dork is a professional rapper amazes you sometimes. “Top of the line 2008 Honda Civic.”

He touches a finger to a mystery stain on the vinyl of your dashboard that’s been there for at least a decade. “I could get you a better car than this.” He doesn’t say it in a bragging way, though he certainly could. Instead he just sounds sweet, and sincere. Like he wants you to have nice things.

You roll your eyes. “Save your money. There’s nothing wrong with this car.”

With a thoughtful hum, Namjoon rests his left hand just above your knee, and you reflexively spread your legs a little wider, keeping your eyes firmly on the road despite your quickening pulse. His thumb draws lazy circles on the outside of your thigh. “Well, now we know you’re not fucking me for my money.”

The truth escapes with a laugh before you can stop it. “No, I’m fucking you for your big dick.”

“Oh?” His hand climbs a little higher and arousal pools in your belly. You can already feel yourself getting wet. “Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm.” Eyes on the road, you tell yourself. His hand is rubbing your thigh gently now. It takes all of your willpower not to look over at him.

“I like this skirt,” He says softly, and a blush creeps up your neck. You’ve always had a complex about being fashion-challenged, and having a fuckbuddy with personal stylists and access to the nicest clothes money can buy doesn’t help. You changed outfits about twenty times before you finally settled on this one, a black long-sleeve and a yellow plaid miniskirt.

You lose your train of thought entirely when he nudges his hand a little higher, slipping it under the fabric, and hooks his pinky finger around the lace edge of your panties. Your cunt clenches at the thought of his long fingers in you.

“Are you trying to make me crash this car?” You do your best to keep your voice even, though you’re certain he can tell your thighs are quivering.

His fingers trace along the line of your panties where your hip and thigh meet, lighting every last one of your nerve endings on fire. “No, but maybe we should… park somewhere.” The suggestion surprises you, but you’re not opposed. In fact, you’re hard pressed to think of a place where you wouldn’t be willing to fuck Kim Namjoon.

“Are you sure?” “If you want to.” He responds nonchalantly. His hand slides out from under your skirt, moving a few inches back down your thigh. “I’ll behave now. How’s school?”

You laugh incredulously—your panties are soaked and this tease wants to talk about grad school? “Oh no, you started this. Don’t you change the subject.”

You don’t even have to look over to know he’s smiling at your frustration, and you turn right at the next intersection and then immediately left into the parking lot of a shopping center. It’s several hours after closing, so the place is empty, but you still drive around the building to the large commuter lot behind it to ensure you’re properly hidden.

You pull into a space directly in front of the “Park and Ride” sign, and you smirk as you pull up the parking brake. The irony is not lost on you.

The moment where you each have to fumble to unbuckle your seatbelt is just awkward enough that you’re laughing when he pulls you back in for another kiss across the center console. Euphoric is the only way to describe the feeling of having him here. It’s proof that he’s not some dream you made up but somehow, impossibly real.

He leans the passenger seat as far back as it will go, shifting his body to one side as best as he can to offer you the seat. “Will you please come over here?”

It’s certainly not graceful as the two of you fumble to get comfortable in the cramped space of your front seat, but when is it ever with him? You’ve seen him shatter wine glasses, knock over bedside lamps and alarm clocks, and you still haven’t let him live down the time he once fully broke the wooden frame of a hotel bed. You like that he’s multifaceted; he can make you laugh and fuck you senseless.

You take his place lying back in the passenger seat and he crawls over you, kneeling on the edge of the seat and resuming the urgent kisses, his tongue now licking into your mouth. You only break apart to shed clothing, first your shirt, then his, and then your bra. (He looks extra smug for being able to undo it one-handed on the first try.)

He tosses it into the backseat with the rest of your clothes then pauses to take you in, eyes roaming over your body. He licks his lips. “You’re beautiful.”

Your nipples stiffen at his words and the cool night air; being half-exposed like this makes the reality of the situation set in. You’re technically fucking in public, and it’s turning you on a lot more than you anticipated.

You run your hands over his shoulders and across his chest and groan as he moves his lips down the slope of your neck. He’s just so big, especially in your small car—broad shoulders, long legs, and flexing muscles that make your core throb in anticipation. You’re dying for him to touch you, to fuck you, but he’s taking his sweet time.

As if sensing your impatience, he grabs both of your wrists in his hands, pinning them to either side of you while he kisses, bites, and licks along your neck and collarbones. You can’t contain the little noises he pulls out of you when he finds a particularly sensitive spot.

You try straining against his grip just to see what happens, but he’s so much stronger than you that he doesn’t budge. When you whine a little, you feel him smile against your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.” He lets one of your hands free and brings his own to cup your left breast, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your nipple in just the right way that makes you arch up into his touch. Fuck, he’s good at that.

“You have me.” Namjoon says, like it’s obvious. “Be more specific.” He dips his head down to tease a circle around your nipple with his tongue, then just barely grazes the sensitive tip with his teeth and you moan.

Your head is spinning, and you can’t keep your voice from shaking as he gives the same attention to your right breast, his thumb continuing to work the left one.

“I need to f-feel you inside me,” you groan. “Please.” Your pussy aches from lack of attention.

“Whatever you like, baby.” He replies, shifting his position slightly to get a better angle. Your head falls back against the seat as his hand makes contact with your thigh, rubbing it just like he did when he was teasing you while you drove. Your breath catches when he slides both of his hands under your skirt, thumbs hooking your panties, and pulls them down in one swift motion. “Skirt stays on.” He says with a flash of his dimpled smile. “I like it.”

You maneuver to get your underwear all the way off in the limited amount of space and nearly knee him in the groin. The look of concern on his face at the close call makes you laugh out loud, which quickly turns into a moan when he presses two fingers into your dripping cunt. You’re breathless and still smiling, completely dazed from it all, as he pumps them in and out of you at a torturously slow pace.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” His thumb slides between your folds, collecting the wetness there. He gently circles over your clit and you gasp. You’re not gonna make it, you think. You’ll die right here in the passenger seat if he keeps touching you like this.

Instinctively you move to cover your flushed face with your forearm, embarrassed by how overwhelmed with pleasure you are, but he catches your wrist and pins it down again with his left hand, the other still working your pussy.

“Don’t hide,” he murmurs. “I want to watch you fall apart.” And then he picks up the pace.

You’re helpless to his touch, moaning and panting for air as you feel your orgasm already fast approaching and a warmth building in your core. He curls his fingers inside you, pressing hard against your front wall while his thumb rubs your clit in perfect time. Namjoon knows exactly what he’s doing with you, exactly how to work out the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had, and you know you’re headed for one now when your cunt starts to flutter around his hand.

“That’s it, baby.” His voice drips like honey. “Come for me.”

You cry out as your orgasm hits you, your back arching up off the seat. The pressure building in your core reaches its peak and you feel it burst as a wave of arousal rushes out of your cunt and splashes against his hand and your spread thighs. He groans at the sight. His fingers ride you through the aftershocks until you squirm from oversensitivity and he finally relents, releasing his grip on your wrist at the same time.

“Holy shit,” is all you can manage once you’ve come down from your climax, staring dumbly at the ceiling of your car in disbelief, trying to remember how to breathe. Your heart is racing. “That was… oh my god.”

“Still got it.” He says, clearly self-satisfied, and you laugh as he presses a gentle kiss to your collarbone. Namjoon always gets so proud of himself when he makes you squirt. “I think that might be a new record.”

You roll your eyes but you’re still grinning, enjoying the waves of your post-orgasm high. It’s been a long time since you came that hard. “Yeah, yeah, you’re very talented. Shut up and switch with me.”

Shifting positions is made harder by the fact that your legs threaten to give out when you put weight on them, but his hands slide up to your waist to steady you so you don’t fall over. Eventually he resumes his place in the passenger seat, and you kneel down in the small space in front of him, his legs on either side of you.

He lifts his hips up so you can tug his shorts down, and you’re torn between teasing him back as revenge and the overwhelming desire to take him in your mouth immediately. You can already feel your core starting to throb. There’s just something about Namjoon that makes you insatiable. You don’t think you could ever get enough of him.

You trail kisses up the inside of his thigh, biting every so often at the sensitive skin there, delighting in the way his breath hitches each time. Two can play at this game, you think as you press a hand to his stomach, just barely teasing a finger under the band of his boxer-briefs to scratch your nail lightly across his skin. His hips jerk in response and you smile.

You move your hand lower to palm him over his underwear, gripping firmly but keeping your pace slow to torment him. You weren’t just flattering him earlier—his dick is life-ruiningly big, the perfect combination of long and thick, and he’s fully erect under your touch. You want it so bad, your naked cunt is getting slick all over again at the thought.

But first, some retribution.

You still the movement of your hand and place a gentle kiss to the head of his dick through the fabric of his underwear, then gaze up at him innocently. His lips are parted slightly and he’s breathing hard, watching your every move. The way he looks at you like you’re the center of the universe makes your stomach flip.

It feels good to be in control. Keeping eye contact, you lick a slow stripe up the fabric of his boxers and feel the strong muscles in his thighs flex under your hand as he groans a little.

You drop your gaze to take the head of his still-clothed dick in your mouth, resuming the slow pump of one hand over his shaft.

“Fuck, baby,” Namjoon hisses.

You tug his boxers down his legs, too desperate to see him. His cock looks so good you can feel yourself salivating. The tip of it is already shiny, slick with a mixture of pre-cum and moisture from your teasing. You trace up the large vein on his shaft with the pad of your thumb. When you pause to rub small circles at the extra-sensitive spot right under his head, he lets out a strangled whine.

Encouraged by the sound, you wrap your hand firmly around him and he gasps. You can feel his cock pulse in your hand. You pump him ever-so slowly, working a new bead of precum out of the tip, then lightly run your tongue over him to lick it up.

His hips jerk again and he grunts your name, his voice hoarse.

You lean back on your heels, your hand still wrapped around him, and feign surprise. “Hmm? I’m sorry, did you say something?”

He’s clearly trying to keep the smirk of disbelief off his face, but a telltale dimple gives it away. “Oh my god, you’re so evil.”

You smile at the compliment and finally take him into your mouth; his moan of relief makes your pussy throb. You swallow down as much of his dick as you can and wrap your hand around the rest, bobbing and pumping in a steady motion. His hips start rutting against your mouth in time with your movements.

The way Namjoon is groaning unabashedly now makes your face hot. God, you need to fuck him. You look up and take him as far down your throat as you can, gagging slightly, and he must be able to read the desire in your eyes. He runs a hand through your hair, just barely tugging, and you relent, his dick sliding out of your mouth with a wet pop.

“Get up here,” he growls. You climb into his lap and straddle him, and he kisses you so fervently that your head spins.

His hands slide under your skirt to grab your ass and he pulls you closer. As he does, you realize how soaked you really are, your slit slipping easily along his length. You can barely keep from whimpering at how good it feels, and he’s not even inside you yet. His cock twitches and you shudder, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips and grinding against him. You’re so turned on, you could come from this alone.

“Keep doing that, baby,” he encourages, and your eyes flutter open as he shifts slightly. He reaches for his discarded shorts, his other hand caressing your thigh as if to apologize for the interruption. After a bit of fumbling he produces a condom, reaching both arms around you to rip it open with shaking hands.

Leaning back, you brace yourself on his legs and lift your hips up so he can slide the latex down his length. Your thighs are trembling hard as his hands move back to your ass and help guide you into place.

It’s been so long, and you want this so badly. You’ve spent more than a few nights in bed with your hand between your legs, playing back the memory of how good he feels, how thoroughly he’s fucked you before. Even after all the anticipation, when you finally, finally sink down on his cock, it’s still somehow better than you remembered.

You have to take a moment to press your face into the crook of his neck as you get accustomed to the stretch of him inside you. His thumbs trace gentle circles along the globes of your ass and it’s enough to get your cunt to fully relax. You spread your knees a little wider and sink down another inch, gasping as he bottoms out in you. You feel impossibly, overwhelmingly full.

Namjoon smiles as you lift your head and bring one hand up, running your thumb along his jawline. He looks so good like this; his face is flushed and his eyes are dark with lust.

“I forgot how well you take my cock,” he says, giving your ass an approving squeeze. “Such a perfect fit.” The praise makes your pussy clench and he groans at the feeling.

His hands slide over your thighs and up to your hips. “Ride me, baby. Please.”

You can feel every inch of him as you brace your hands on his legs and start to rock your hips, and the sensation is so good you can barely form a coherent thought. Heat rises in your belly as you lift up and lean back slightly, and when you ease your hips down, the head of his dick grinds against your sweet spot.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, and you hear him grunt beneath you as you rock your hips in just the same way over and over and over. It feels so fucking good, you never want to stop. The filthy sounds of your slick cunt only bring you that much closer to your end.

Namjoon’s fingers dig into your skin and he thrusts up into you, matching your rhythm. The pleasure is so forceful now that your walls squeeze tightly around his length. “Just like that, baby, fuck.” He sounds absolutely wrecked. “You feel amazing.”

His thumb moves to press your clit under your skirt and you’re practically vibrating with overstimulation, already incredibly close to coming. Your legs shake so badly that you start to lose your rhythm and he takes control, fucking up into you with fast and powerful strokes. The way he pounds into your cunt feels so overwhelmingly good that your jaw drops open and you moan loudly. He only has to circle your clit one, two, three more times before it’s all over.

You can’t do anything but whimper and throw your head back as your orgasm overtakes you. Your arms threaten to give out and you collapse into his chest. The release of pressure is so intense that you see stars as wetness floods your pussy.

You pulse around him again and again and then Namjoon is coming too, groaning your name, his cock twitching inside you.

For several minutes, all you can do is lay against him, your body shuddering as you come down from the high. His hands press gently against the small of your back as reality slowly returns around you.

Your panting dissolves into soft gasps of laughter; you can’t believe that just happened. Fucking Kim Namjoon in your shitty Honda Civic, of all places. What a time to be alive. You nuzzle your nose against his neck and he turns his head to press a kiss to your hairline. “Welcome back,” he murmurs against your hair.

“Wow,” is all you can manage. You feel completely spent, blissed out.

“That was… crazy.” Namjoon sounds just as much at a loss for words as you are. “You’re so incredible.” He rubs small circles into your back and you sigh. You wish he could fuck you like this every day, but you don’t say that part out loud. You know it’s just the post-orgasm chemicals talking.

You turn your head to the side and laugh again as you realize the car windows are completely covered over with fog. He follows your gaze. “At least we don’t have to worry about whether anyone saw us.”

Feeling starts to come back to your limbs. Soreness is already blooming along the muscles in your thighs and your bent knees, but it was so worth it, you can't even be mad. “I think my legs are broken,” you say with a wince.

“I’m sorry.” He sounds so sincere at first that it makes you smile. “Guess you can blame it on this big dick, huh?”

You roll your eyes, but he’s thoroughly fucked the sass out of you, for now at least. You don’t even have it in you to tell him to shut up, so you pull his face to yours and kiss him instead. He sucks gently on your bottom lip and you think your heart might burst.

Once you finally break apart, you rest your head on his chest again. “Hotel time?”

Namjoon brings a hand up to stroke your hair. “Baby, I’ve got some bad news.”

You freeze, and your stomach drops, preparing for the worst. He’s always been a gentleman and let you stay the night, but he’s busier than ever these days, you know that. Maybe things are different now. You will yourself not to react to whatever he says next, post-orgasm chemicals be damned.

“The minibar in this hotel… it’s awful.”

“Oh, fuck you!” You laugh, pushing against his chest and sitting up to see his dimpled grin. He stretches, hands behind his head, his biceps flexing. He’s so handsome. You absolutely hate him and like him way too much all at once. “You have,” he reminds you. “And you will again soon. But I need some real food first.”

You are starving, you realize. You run a finger across his chest and put on your most seductive voice. “Hmm… how about I take you to In-N-Out? We’re gonna need some protein before round two.”

“Alright,” he shrugs. “But I’m paying.”

“Of course you are, sugar daddy.”

He laughs against your mouth as he kisses you.

A/N: thanks for reading!!! i ended up fulfilling a request for a short companion piece to this! if you want more quippy fuckbuddies goodness, check out five minutes! 💜

#namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #namjoon x y/n #park and ride

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mariabtsos · 25 days

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Unsinkable ||j.jk|| - Chapter 1

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: S*ic*de attempt, mentions of knives and stabbing, smoking, near death experience.

Word Count: 1.8k+

You never pictured going back to America in your current circumstances. Engaged to a man you did not love, only to save your family's name after your father’s death.

You looked at the luxurious ship that was meant to take you “home,” White Star Lines biggest ship, the Titanic, your fiancé Namjoon — an heir to his father’s steel manufacturing empire — had been able to get the tickets for her maiden voyage.

“I don’t get the big fuss, it’s not bigger than the Mauritania,” you said, unimpressed whilst holding on to your navy blue, large, wide-brim hat. “Don’t worry honey, it is definitely more luxurious,” Namjoon said, “your daughter is very hard to impress, Irene.”

“She is, isn't she?” Your mother stood close to you, slightly pinching the back of your arm, making me straighten up.

As George assigned his valet — a young man not much older than both of you — you thought his name to be Yoongi, to guide one of the stewards to where your luggage had to go.

As he came back over your way he put his arm out for you, which you took, albeit reluctantly, as you walked up the platform, you looked down, seeing the water below you. Would your troubles be fixed if you jumped? Perhaps not. You didn’t understand why they called this the ship of dreams, it seemed like it was taking all your dreams away.

On the other side, a young man was counting on this ship to take him to his dream. Young artist Jungkook, was playing a heated game of poker with his best friend Christopher, against two German immigrants who had bet their third class tickets to the same ship you were boarding.

Jungkook had jumped around a lot, ever since his parents died when he was 12, he took the first ship out of Korea and hopped from country to country, from Australia where he had met Christopher, to France, to now England. They had been playing for about two hours now, both German natives had struck out. “Damn, talk about an unlucky streak, what do you have Chris?” Jungkook asked his friend, who looked disappointed and slammed his hand against the table, “I got nothing,” he answered bitterly. Jungkook hummed, looking at everyone and then back at his own hand.

“Well, Chris, I’m sorry,” the black haired man looked at Jungkook with despair. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! We bet everything we had and-.”

“I meant, I’m sorry because you won’t get to go back home in a long time,” Jungkook set his hand down and smiled victoriously at his opponents, he had a royal flush, he had won it all.

“AH YOU BASTARD!” Chris got up right away and hugged his friend tightly.

“Well, you young lads won’t be going anywhere,” the friends looked at the bar man who had a silly smile on his face, “the Titanic leaves in 5 minutes.”

They had never gathered their bags so quickly, running through the crowd, avoiding bumping into someone and them falling in the water. They made it to the third class gate just before they took away the ramp. They lied saying they did not have lice, when in reality they had no clue, but he was sure he didn’t have any, his head hadn’t itched in two weeks. And so they made it, making it to their cabin and settling in their bunks quickly.

They explored the ship after they started their journey, sitting down on a bench in the main deck, enjoying the ocean breeze. They met another third class Korean immigrant, Kim Taehyung; his grandfather had been part of the crew that built the ship, he died before it could be done, but he had made a promise that once the Titanic set sail they would move to America. Taehyung didn’t know what to do with the extra ticket so he offered it to one of his University friends, who was somewhere in the third class cabins sleeping.

They were all in the midst of conversation when he saw you, walking out on the first class deck, holding onto the railing and looking out to the horizon. Taehyung saw Jungkook staring off, so he followed his gaze and realized he was looking at you.

“You better get that thought outta your head, she’s way out of your league Jungkookie,” he stated, taking a long drag of his cigarette, “girls like that don’t look at guys like us.” But Jungkook couldn’t help it, you looked beautiful, the sun reflected off your skin wonderfully, and your hair looked gorgeous in that low bun. He wished he could be closer, he could only imagine your beauty up close.

You hated your life at the moment, having to be so prim and proper in front of all these rich, phony people. You even tried having a cigarette, but that was quickly shut down by your mother and your fiancé, who had ordered your food, your drink, and dessert earlier, and now he was putting out your cigarette.

Then they talked about your wedding, and what your life was going to look like, all like you weren’t there, everything was being planned and set for your life and no one seemed to want to ask for your input, so, you excused yourself and ran down to the third class deck that was on the stern, passing by young man who was sitting on a bench working on his drawings, and then hitting the railing. You got a sudden view below, the night was so dark, it almost looked like an empty void. If you jumped it would almost feel like you disappeared, and that would be perfect because that was all you wanted to do. So, you got your foot on the railing and slowly climbed over it, eventually holding on to it was the only thing keeping you from falling, it was the scariest thing you’d ever done, and as you were talking yourself into jumping, you heard him.

“You shouldn’t do it.” he said.

“What do you mean?” You replied in between sobs

“Jumping, you shouldn’t do it.”

“What do you know? You can’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t do.” You turned around and looked at the man who you were talking to. He was the most handsome man you’d seen, you felt your heart falter a bit; to avoid staring, you turned back around, seeing the void again, your eyes had adjusted to the dark and you realized just how long the fall would be.

You heard shuffling after a few seconds so you turned around and saw the young man had taken off his jacket, his socks, and his boots. “You give me no choice, miss,” he said.

“What?”

“You give me no choice, you jump, I jump.”

“Please, I could not ask you to do that…” you almost begged.

“I cannot have you do that,” you pleaded with him. “Hell, I don’t even know if you know how to swim!”

“Like I said, Miss, if you jump I jump,” he took a step, getting slightly closer to the railing where you were standing. “And, I’ll have you know I’m quite a good swimmer.”

You nodded and looked back down again, you gave yourself that same pep talk, telling yourself this was your only way to freedom. “I wouldn’t worry about swimming, the cold will be worse,” your jumping partner stated very matter of factly. “What do you mean?” You asked him. “Well, with how cold the water is at this time of year, it’d feel like five thousand knives stabbing each part of your body, it’d be painful,” You looked back at him, not shocked to find he was looking down. He met your gaze after a few seconds, “that’s another reason why I don’t want you to jump, I wasn’t planning on going through that kind of pain,” he chuckled bitterly

Hearing that made you think of the pain, the image of five thousand knives in every inch of your body, and it sent shivers down your spine, especially because he didn’t mention whether you’d die right away, you assumed it’d be a bit of a longer torturous process. So, you chose to get back on deck, extending your hand to the stranger after stating that you had changed your mind, he took it gladly, and you felt your heart falter one more time, it felt like a surge of energy went through your body.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he smiled, shaking your hand, just like you he felt that same surge. Seeing you up close was like a sudden blessing, you had such expressive eyes, and he could see all the pain hidden behind them.

You reciprocated his pretty bunny smile, “Yn.” He pulled your hand a bit and asked, “are you ready to get back on deck?” You nodded enthusiastically, but things went wrong. You don’t know how but you slipped on your dress, barely able to catch yourself before meeting an untimely end, you started screaming whilst holding on to the rail. Jungkook jumped into action right away, trying to get a hold of your hand but you were too scared to grab it, he looked at you with pleading eyes, you could tell he wanted you to live, that he was worried. “Take my hand, please, I promise I’ll get you up here!” He screamed, and although you were terrified, you grabbed his hand just in time because your other hand had slipped, so he was now holding onto you by just one of your hands, you subconsciously reached to grab on to his wrist, and although it was a terrible scare, he pulled you up to the deck again, the way you fell he went on top of you, you were both looking at each other in shock, eventually taking a breath of relief.

Namjoon showed up with Yoongi and the Master-at-Arms shortly after. Needless to say things did not look good for your savior, as obviously he was on top of you, and parts of his clothes were on the floor, it looked like he had… But you shot that down quickly, with the excuse that you were trying to see the propellers and slipped, saying that Jungkook was, luckily, close enough to hear you scream. Everyone looked at the young third-class passenger to confirm this, he agreed with your story and was called a hero by the Master-at-Arms, which prompted Namjoon to only give him $50 and a cigarette.

“Isn’t him saving my life worth more than fifty dollars and a cigarette,” Namjoon looked down at you, and you made that one face you knew would get him to say yes to anything you wanted, and so he invited your hero to dinner, as you were leaving you mouthed a thank you to Jungkook, who held his hand up as way of saying goodbye.

“It’s interesting that Yn fell so suddenly but you had time to take off your jacket, socks and shoes.” Yoongi said, squinting at the younger man, Jungkook could tell he didn’t believe you.

AN: It's officially here! I'm trying to get on a schedule so I'll try upload this story every other Friday, let me know of any constructive criticism you may have and what you think of it so far!

#bts #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jungkook au

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pantoneyoongi · 2 years

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10 || fairytale with you

series ; in love with love (with you) description ; you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not.

chapter 10 ; fairytale with you (final) prev || author masterlist

word count ; 3.4k

tags ; had to make mr joonie show up at least once, jungkook is a jealous character and all i can think abt is the perilla leaf conversation, that clip had me in tears he is so ENDEARING, anyway thank u all for reading!! i hope this last one lived up to expectation, fluff, pls go to main masterlist for more / general tags

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the day the gala rolls around, you’re excited beyond compare. you get ready at jungkook’s place, making full use of his bathroom while jungkook tries his best not to slouch on the stool at his kitchen counter. jisoo will absolutely nag him to oblivion and beyond if he shows up with creases in his suit before the lot of you can get pictures together.

you wish jisoo were here when you work on your hair, but jisoo is at taehyung’s place with jimin, making sure the boys don’t arrive late. jungkook’s been tasked with the same job jisoo has - except he’s making sure that you don’t show up late. but also, he’s the one with the car as it is, so he’s the one driving the pair of you up to seokjin’s fancy banquet hall of choice for this year’s gala.

with a breath, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. hair done, makeup on, a part of you feels a little pride. you don’t dress up often but when you do, you make sure to do it well.

you step into your dress, sliding the zipper up. you do a small spin in front of the mirror, satisfied, before emerging from the bathroom at last, jungkook glancing up at the sound of the door opening.

you smile at him. he stops breathing for a minute.

for once, jungkook just can’t tease you, he can’t lie and say something stupid, not when you look like that, not when the necklace he bought you sits pretty at your collarbone. you’re breathtaking and jaw dropping and you look like everything he’s ever wanted. he physically has to remind himself to make use of his lungs again, inhaling a shaky breath, grinning lopsidedly as he rises to his feet.

your smile grows more and more hesitant the longer he stares at you wordlessly, and he steps towards you. “you look beautiful,” he reassures, voice so soft your heart skips a beat and a blush scatters across your cheeks.

“thank you,” you mumble in return. “you don’t look too bad yourself, jeon.”

he grins that ever-familiar grin, bunny teeth poking out, eyes crinkled in the corners so endearingly. you have to bite down to stop from smiling too big back, and he offers out an arm for you. “let’s go, princess,” he beams. “can’t be late or i’ll miss the pigs in a blanket.”

the venue, as expected, is gorgeous. a valet driver takes jungkook’s car, and you enter with your arm looped with jungkook’s. your eyes shine as you take everything in. “wow,” you whisper, and jungkook ducks his head to hide his smile. every year, the kims hold something terribly extravagant. every year, you act like it’s the first time you’ve ever been a part of it.

“y/n!” jisoo is bounding over in heels (jisoo has years of experience wearing heels is all you can say about that), taehyung and jimin following after her. jisoo sweeps you away from jungkook, your arm slipping out from the crook of his elbow as she tugs you into a hug. the boys exchange hugs too, jungkook falling back to push his hands into his pockets, eyes scanning the room in search for the rest of your friends, hoping it’ll keep him from staring at you.

hoseok finds him first. there’s a whoosh of breath that gets knocked out of him when hobi plants his hands firmly on jungkook’s shoulders, practically slamming into him from his excitement. “jaaaykay!” he cheers, adjusting so his arm is now thrown over his shoulders. “look at you, mr. spiffy.”

jungkook tries to stop his grin and fails. “hello to you too.”

“where’s yoongi?” taehyung asks. “doesn’t he have a new girlfriend for us to meet?”

“he’s hiding,” hoseok shrugs, hands sliding into his pockets. “he hates these things as it is, and i’m fairly certain he’s going to use her as an excuse to leave early.”

“not before the countdown, though, right?” your eyes shine up at your brother, as if he’d be able to convince his best friend otherwise. hoseok chuckles.

“you know him, y/n,” he tries to ruffle your hair but you swipe at him, giving him a quick don’t you dare mess up my hours of work glare. he grins. “he really just might go home and take a nap.”

“grandpa,” taehyung mutters.

jungkook tries to ignore the feelings that bubble up when he hears you say yoongi’s name. but his eyes still fall to you, lips twisting when he sees you searching the room, no doubt looking for the very man you’ve unabashedly had a crush on since before jungkook was even so much as in the picture.

there’s a pinch in his chest that immediately transitions into vague offense when taehyung wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you away. “come help me eat as many of those cheese plate thingies as i can before seokjin yells at me,” he grins, and you laugh, patting him on the chest.

“aren’t you lactose intolerant?”

taehyung shrugs, “i’m starting the night off strong.” his fingers tap a playful pattern against your side, an action he knows won’t by any means go unnoticed by jungkook. but just to be sure, he glances over your head to grin at jungkook, eyebrows wiggling just to spite him further.

jungkook’s tempted to mouth ‘fuck you’ back at him, but that’d be giving taehyung too much power. instead he watches as taehyung guides you away, lips pursed and feeling the emptiness by his side where you were not even minutes ago.

he pushes his tongue against his cheek. for someone who is supposedly actively rooting for you and jungkook, taehyung does an incredibly good job stealing you away from him.

“you could just go with them,” jimin sing-songs under his breath.

“shut up,” jungkook hums back with closed teeth, eyes on hoseok who is chatting not too far away with jisoo.

jimin snorts. “oh please. hoseok’s known about your crush since - jungkook what are you - jungkook wait - i’m shutting up, i’m shutting up-!”

you spot yoongi while taehyung is mid-way through an entire tray of bruschetta. you should be more concerned about taehyung’s more-than-likely chance of getting tomatoes all over himself, but you figure taehyung prefers to be on jisoo’s good side, and won’t eat too messy before jisoo can get at least one decent picture in.

as usual, yoongi’s tucked so far into the corner of the room that he may as well have chameleon-ed himself into the wall. his new girlfriend tugs his arm, encouraging him further into the room, and you watch as his expression turns helpless, letting her pull him along.

you can’t help but smile. you are a sucker for romance after all, and what’s sweeter than stoic, quiet yoongi, softening with fondness whenever his girlfriend so much as looks at him?

“they look quite happy,” taehyung remarks. he’s traded his bread for champagne, the glass resting elegantly between his fingers.

you hum your agreement. “it’s cute.”

“what, no more big fat crush on your best friend’s bro- wait,” he squints. “brother’s best friend,” he corrects.

you laugh. “i think i’ll always have a little bit of a crush on min yoongi,” you grin up at him. “he’s a good fallback.”

“ouch,” taehyung snags another hor d'oeuvre off a passing waiter’s tray. “i don’t think yoongi’s used to being a backup plan. that’s normally seokjin’s job.”

you give him a light shove, rolling your eyes. “where is the golden heir, anyway?”

“at your service, milady,” seokjin materializes behind you, but it’s not seokjin who earns the gasp and happy laugh you let out, eyes lighting up. you throw your arms around namjoon, who you only ever see once every year at best, ever since he moved out of the country to help learn to manage the business internationally. he wasn’t able to make it to the gala last year, so it’s been over two years since you’ve seen him in person.

seokjin holds his hands out in disbelief. “i’m the better looking cousin and he gets the grand reception?”

you tighten your grip on namjoon and peer over his shoulder. “hobi was wrong about which handsome and rich cousin i’d go for.”

seokjin’s jaw drops in scandal, hand held to his chest. before he can run his mouth, namjoon pulls away, dimples on display as he smiles at you. “long time no see, miss jung.”

“mr. kim,” you curtsey for him, his smile broadening at your antics. you straighten up, one hand reaching up to adjust his suit, despite it already being impeccable. “you should call more often, joonie.”

his eyes soften, and he gives you a side-hug, arm wrapping around you for a brief moment. “you know i always try.”

“this is very touching and all,” seokjin interrupts. “but where is my hug?”

from across the room, jungkook watches you smile pretty at seokjin before pressing yourself close to namjoon again. seokjin’s offense is so loud jungkook is fairly certain he can hear it from here - maybe if he was paying attention to anything other than you and the way you lean your head against namjoon’s chest just to garner an even more raucous response from seokjin.

“is that namjoon?” jisoo stands at jungkook’s side, watching the same scene but her focus entirely different. “seokjin is so dramatic, why didn’t he tell us namjoon was coming?”

before jungkook even knows what’s happening, jisoo is yanking him by the elbow, marching over to the group. somewhere along the way, hoseok, jimin, yoongi, and yoongi’s girlfriend join the mix, till the entire group has come together, hugs and greetings exchanged.

or, in the case of seokjin, a couple of light smacks from jisoo, who, despite being three years his younger, is scolding him like she’s thirty years his elder.

“it was supposed to be a surprise,” seokjin whines, rubbing his stinging chest. “surprise!!” he waves his arms emphatically. “woo!!”

namjoon snorts and jisoo spins to face him, fingers pinching his ear to drag him down to her height. “and you,” she says it like a threat. “when did you arrive, exactly? and when are you leaving?”

namjoon winces. only jisoo could make overly professional and put-together kim namjoon feel like he’s twelve again. “i arrived two days ago,” namjoon is still bent over awkwardly from jisoo’s hold on him. “i’ll be here for two weeks, and i made space in my calendar to hang out.”

jisoo hums, eyes narrowed at him. he blinks back at her. she lets out a pensive noise before letting him go. you giggle at his quiet, relieved sigh.

“poor joonie,” you latch yourself to him, arm looping around his. “just arrived and already strung through the wringer.”

jungkook is starting to think he needs to disappear out of state or country if it’ll get you to treat him the way you treat your long-distance friends. maybe absence does make the heart grow fonder.

he can’t finish developing his half-assed plan while watching you bat your eyes at namjoon because jisoo is coordinating you all into two rows, seokjin waving over a photographer to take your annual gala picture. it’s not until the camera’s light flashes that jungkook realizes he’s not even looking at the lens, eyes trained only on you, and that brilliant, heartwarming grin you only get when surrounded by the people you love most.

at least he’s smiling for the picture.

the group disperses after, taehyung and jimin going to tag-team against yoongi, pestering him about his girlfriend while hoseok proves to be the most useless best friend ever. jungkook means to go after you but in the chaos of everyone going every which way, he loses you to namjoon, your eyes so clearly captivated by namjoon’s overseas stories.

jungkook sighs. he doesn’t have the heart to interrupt you and namjoon. it’s been two years, and namjoon messages a lot less frequently than taehyung and jimin do.

with his hands in his pockets, jungkook heads in a separate direction, in search of food. he finds himself standing near the bar, idly swishing a glass of water - he drove, so even if he wants to down a probably illegal amount of alcohol, he can’t.

he spends about five minutes torturing himself watching you glide around the room with namjoon before he finally decides to tear his eyes away. he wants to crawl into a hole. this is absurd. just because he’s realized you kick his heart into overdrive doesn’t mean he suddenly doesn’t know how to be away from you.

he purses his lips. an unsuspecting waiter passes by, and jungkook’s eyes follow the tray he’s holding. pigs in a blanket. god bless kim seokjin’s caterer - the fancy version always hits different.

jungkook’s been holding the waiter in place for god knows how long, shoveling down pigs in a blanket like it’s his life mission. he ignores the slightly judgy look the waiter gives him, stuffing his mouth contently. they’re hot dogs wrapped in dough covered in butter. what’s not to like? he comes to the gala every year for the food anyway.

he doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there, putting altogether too much focus into those mini hotdogs. it’s not until namjoon steps in front of him that jungkook pauses.

“eating your feelings away?”

namjoon’s sympathetic but amused smile has jungkook freezing in place. he blinks several times, eyes shifting to the left of namjoon, then to the right, like you’re suddenly going to materialize in front of him if he blinks hard enough. except, you’re nowhere to be found, most certainly not hanging off namjoon’s arm like he thought you’d be all night.

“just eating,” jungkook finally responds, through a mouthful of food. when namjoon stares at him, one eyebrow slightly lifted, jungkook swallows. “just eating,” he mutters again, this time mouth clear of food. namjoon has a way of looking at people and reminding them to behave like an adult when namjoon considers it necessary. a fancy kim new years gala is probably deemed necessary.

namjoon chuckles, stealing one for himself. “how come i’ve been away for two years and you still haven’t made a move?”

“because he’s still in the denial stage,” jisoo sidles up to the two of them, arm hooking around namjoon’s. jungkook sort of feels like his parents are scolding him.

“i don’t - that’s not -”

“i actually heard from a little birdie that he’s moved past that stage,” seokjin pops his head in, beaming. “good on you, kookie.”

jungkook sputters. taehyung and jimin are such gossips. it’s been less than a week since he showed up in their apartment whining about wanting to see you. when did they even have time to tell on him to seokjin?

“has he?” jisoo looks incredibly interested in this new information. “does that mean you’re gonna kiss her tonight?”

jungkook chokes. namjoon slides him a glass of water. jungkook briefly considers if it would be better to just keep coughing.

“what?” he finally manages, barely catching himself from stuttering. his eyes dart nervously around until he spots you all the way on the other side of the room, competing with taehyung for the max number of cocktail shrimps you can shovel down in a minute. jimin looks exasperated but judging from the way he’s holding his phone, he’s the one who set the timer.

“kook,” jisoo sounds like she’s about to state something obvious. “don’t you know you’re supposed to kiss the girl at midnight on new years?”

he clears his throat, tipping back the remainder of his glass. the tips of his ears feel much hotter than they should be. “it’s not - i mean,” he falters, flustered. “she’s still getting over yoongi.”

“she was never into yoongi,” jisoo chides gently. “and you knew it. you always knew it. she just liked the romance of it all, the fantasy. it was perfect, i’ll admit, too - but perfect isn’t fun, jungkook. perfect isn’t love. you know that too.”

jungkook can’t take his eyes off you now that he’s found you again. you don’t normally entertain taehyung’s antics like this but you also have an affinity for cocktail shrimps, and taehyung’s always been particularly good at convincing people to join him.

your eyes meet from across the room, and he swears your eyes are sparkling when you catch sight of him looking back at you. your whole expression shifts, from happy to glowing, smile turning into a wide grin before you get distracted by jimin and taehyung again.

“she likes you,” seokjin chimes in, tone gentle and sincere for once. “if that’s what you needed to hear.”

jungkook glances at the clock. there’s five minutes left to midnight. the crowd is slowly starting to gather, and namjoon tilts his head, like it’s a challenge.

jungkook accepts.

he finds you just a little off to the side, but still close to the center. just far enough away from all the attention - but close enough to feel the magic. taehyung and jimin have disappeared, leaving you alone in the crowd of people who are counting down the minutes to midnight, and he catches you by the elbow, startling you.

when you realize it’s him, he watches the way your eyes crinkle into happy crescents. he can’t help but smile back, even if his heart is pounding right out of his chest, so hard that he’s convinced you’ll see it before he even has a chance to pour it out to you.

“hey,” he murmurs, pulling you a little closer to him. you look surprised but you don’t push him away. “i have something to tell you.”

“right now?” jungkook’s got three minutes on the clock.

“right now,” he confirms, tugging you by the waist so you stand right in front of him. he’s mesmerized by you, your midnight gown that shimmers ever so slightly in the light, like a night sky full of stars. “y/n,” he breathes, and you realize suddenly that he’s standing so close you can feel his breath ghost across your lips. your hands have somehow fallen naturally to rest against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit. his tie is a deep blue. he matches you.

“i think your rom-coms are absurd,” he starts, and you furrow your brows. he huffs a soft laugh. “i think your dramas are fucking ridiculous. i think you spend too much time daydreaming about some perfect romance with candlelit dinners and dancing in a - in this ball, like you want to be a princess with a prince charming. but,” he comes in impossibly closer. “fuck, y/n, if you want a candlelit dinner, i’ll figure out how to cook every recipe you like. i’ll spin you around this room however many times you want. i’ll figure out what prince charming is supposed to look like. and i can’t promise perfect, but,” he sighs, forehead leaning to rest against yours. “but i’d really like to try.” he sounds almost like he’s out of breath, voice a low whisper. “i hear kissing the girl at midnight is a good place to start.”

your lips part in surprise, and he looks back at you hopefully. he looks a little scared, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly, like he’s nervous. you fumble, dumbfounded. “jungkook…”

“you got one minute left, princess,” he quirks his lips upwards. “care to make a fairytale with me?”

the crowd is shuffling around you. there’s excitement building in the air, as the clock ticks down the seconds to midnight. but you can’t hear any of it. everything sounds muffled. there’s only jungkook standing before you, holding you like you’re precious, asking you with his eyes to answer him. faintly, you realize they’re counting the seconds now.

ten, nine, eight…

“fuck it, we can make whatever kinda movie you want,” you blurt, and he laughs loudly, hands coming up to cup your cheeks. “action movie, comedy, whatever you want. i don’t care. anything’s a fairytale with you.”

three, two, one.

he kisses you like every movie you’ve ever watched. every drama, every show, every fairytale you’ve ever read. there are fireworks exploding outside but you feel them in your chest, firing off sparks as jungkook presses as close as he can to you, slotting his lips firmly but gently against yours, sighing happily into the kiss.

it’s better than any ending you could’ve ever imagined.

fin.

#jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x yn #jungkook x y/n #jungkook #fluff #series: ilwl #thank u all so much for reading ❤️❤️

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SNOWED IN ! [PROFILES] | the clerks

perfect 10 service🎖️ (our skills are off the charts)

a barista xu minghao x receptionist reader smau

“welcome to first class resort”

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yoon y/n!

receptionist at first class resort. assistant manager to cho miyeon. a lover girl at heart, her closest friends are always gonna be her favorite people.

lee chan!

housekeeping management/concierge at first class resort. always at your beck and call when you need him. bullied by his friends 24/7.

kwon soonyoung!

event planner/concierge at first class resort. professional tiger lover (hes not a furry. he genuinely thinks hes a tiger). known for sneaking tiger print sheet masks in and out of the hotel spa.

the other featured clerks/hotel staff! -

cho miyeon (head manager), kim mingyu (valet)

the head manager and valet at first class resort.

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STORY: Ups And Downs 30

Twins

The next two weeks passed rapidly. When I wasn’t handling my own duties, I was helping Kim with preparations for the big Halloween bash, and whenever I could catch a few minutes, I worked on sketches to send to Mr. Youngblood at the Leslie-Lohman Museum in New York City.

During one of our early visits to Mo’s Urban Grill, Rafael had introduced me to a couple of his friends Mick and Devon, and asked them to help me pick out a costume for the party, and they happily obliged. They took me to a costume shop where we all tried on several costumes, a process that involved considerable groping, which was just a prelude to the evening’s main event. When we got back to the house, Pete, the now-deflowered virgin, joined us in a mind-blowing foursome, and it wasn’t just minds that got blown. For a guy who had sworn he would never take it up the rear, Pete had an ass with an insatiable appetite, and Mick, Devon, and I were more than eager to please him.

The night of the Halloween party Mr. Block had hired several of the college students who made the estate their second home to serve as parking valets, bus boys, bartenders, and in other capacities. My job was just to mill around making sure that everyone was happy and taken care of.

As soon as I descended the stairs in my cowboy costume, Mick and Devon rushed over in what seemed like a panic. “What the fuck are you doing dude?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“This is all wrong, bro,” said Devon as he grabbed my arm and pulled me back upstairs and into my room. “Take it off,” he commanded. “All of it.”

When I stammered asking what the problem was, they just jumped in and started disrobing me. “Guys,” I said, “I’m flattered, but I really can’t do this right now. I’m on duty tonight.”

“This ain’t about that,” said Mick. “This is about being dressed properly for the occasion.”

I wasn’t sure what “properly” meant since Devon was dressed in a Scottish kilt and almost nothing else, and Mick wore a gladiator costume with his crotch covered only with a tattered rag that flapped as he walked, exposing his warrior assets.

Once they had stripped me completely naked, they began to reassemble the costume: a brown leather jock strap with a zipper in front, pulled almost halfway down. Chaps with no pants. A suede vest unbuttoned with no shirt underneath, just my bare chest. Hat and boots, of course, and a gun belt and holster, but instead of a gun, the holster held a huge black dildo. A blue handkerchief not tied around my neck, but tucked into the back of my chaps, signaling that I was ready to play. “The final touch,” proclaimed Mick as he pulled out a sheriff’s badge from his pocket and attached it not to the vest, but to the strap of the brown leather jock.

“I don’t know about this, guys,” I demurred.

“Well, we do know,” replied Devon. “We’ve been to several of these, and trust us. This is the way to dress.”

Once we sashayed back downstairs, I could see that they were right. Nearly every guest who had arrived was wearing a very revealing costume. Many were dressed as super heroes or other macho types: lumberjacks, firemen, soldiers, cops, etc., but always with alterations in the most conspicuous places. It was a veritable feast of masculinity. At least my dick was not exposed like so many of the guests—except when some adventurous guy would reach inside my jock and pull my dick out.

Ron and Kim were similarly dressed. As the chef, Kim wore an apron, but it was transparent except for a little lettering that read, “My meat is very succulent.” Being the primary housekeeper, Ron wore an outfit that consisted only of a black bow tie, white cuffs with black cufflinks, and very skimpy briefs designed to suggest a tux. He looked more like a Chippendale than a housekeeper.

I spotted Zac, the piano-playing hottie I had fucked in the limo, standing next to the baby grand in his Dracula costume. Actually, it was just a black cape and fangs, nothing more, and he looked fucking hot. Mr. Block had hired him to entertain the guests. “Zac!” I yelled as I ran over to hug him.

“Well, thanks, dude. I appreciate the hug,” he said, “but I’m not Zac.”

I slapped him lightly across his arm and laughed off the joke until I realized that he wasn’t kidding. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice behind me and turned to see an exact double of Zac dressed as Liberace, albeit a very macho Liberace. I quickly learned that the guy behind me was the real Zac and the one in the cape was his twin brother, Jack.

“Hey,” Jack said to his twin brother. “Is this the stud you were telling me about, the one in the limo? I can see why you were so turned on,” added Jack as he reached under my open vest to rub my pecs and pinch my nipples.

“Oooh,” I purred. “I’ve never done it with twins before.”

“We have,” laughed the duo.

My mind spun into an erotic cyclone as I imagined two sets of twins in a foursome. Holy fuck!

“I have to do what Mr. Block hired me to do,” said Zac as he sat down at the piano and began to play a medley of ghostly songs, including music from the “Rocky Horror Picture Show” and “Phantom of the Opera,” oldies such as the theme from “The Addams Family” and “Monster Mash,” and dark classics from Shastakovich. He really was quite an accomplished pianist and entertainer, keeping the guests entertained all evening.

“We don’t have to wait for Zac,” said his eager twin brother Jack as he unzipped my jock strap and ran a finger through the slit, teasing my cock as he pretended to bite my neck.

“I’m very tempted,” I assured him, “but like Jack, I do have to work tonight. A rain check?” I asked, but before I could get Jack’s reply, I spotted something that had me trying to race through the growing crowd to get to the front door.

Dressed in only a pair of bulging boxer briefs and slippers, Woody was escorting someone to the exit. It was Tyler, the blond-haired, blue-eyed Adonis who had led my initiation on my first night at the Block estate. Amid the shuffling and shoving of the costumed guests, I tried to deny what I was seeing, but it was unmistakable. Both men appeared quite disheveled, Woody combing his hair out of his eyes with his fingers and Tyler struggling to button up his Levi’s and fasten his belt while hobbling on one foot as if he hadn’t quite gotten one shoe on fully. Then, I saw Tyler give Woody a kiss before he rushed off. By the time I got to the door, Tyler had already left the house and was driving away.

“Tyler.…” I said to Woody. “Where’s he going?”

“He had to fly back to San Francisco. He just came down to drop off some papers for Mr. Block to review.”

“He’s not coming back for the party?” I asked dejectedly.

“Afraid not,” sighed Woody. “Well, I’ve gotta run get dressed,” Woody asserted.

“That’s not your costume?” I asked half jokingly.

“Funny,” said Woody. “Very funny. Now go look after our guests while I get dressed.”

Woody and Tyler—the two men I had crushes on. It was ridiculous, I know. Woody had never shown the least bit of interest in me…not that way at least. And Tyler…I barely knew him. Actually, I didn’t know him at all except for that pounding he gave me that one night. Still, I could not deny the twinge of jealousy I felt. Problem is, I didn’t know if I was more jealous of Tyler or Woody. At that moment, I just wanted to fuck the shit out of somebody...anybody. I was so tempted to grab Jack and fuck him right there on the floor next to the piano, but I knew that wouldn’t really purge these counterproductive feelings.

If I had fucked Jack in the middle of the ballroom, I would not have been alone. The party had barely started, and men were already going at it left and right, inside the house and beside the pool and God knows where else. More than a few groped me and tried to get inside my jock strap. I was so tempted, but I had to remind myself that I was on duty that night, and my duties did not involve having sex with the guests.

And Jack didn’t need my dick anyway. He was doing just fine without it. There was no shortage of guests angling to tickle his fangs and drive their stakes into him.

I expected Mr. Block to enter the room dressed as William Shakespeare or Leonardo da Vinci, but he surprised me when he appeared as a hobo. On the one hand, it seemed silly since everyone knew he was loaded, but on the other hand, it was very fitting because he was a modest man, not given to ostentatious show.

Woody returned from his room in a football uniform. Actually, just as I was only partially dressed as a cowboy, he was only partly dressed as an athlete. He wore only shoulder pads, tennis shoes, and a jock strap. I suppose it goes without saying that he looked fucking hot. “Looking good,” he said to me as he approached. As if to accentuate the point, he took my cowboy hat and placed it on his own head.

Suddenly, it dawned on me. Woody could have been the model for Mike, the older brother, football player, and fitness model in Brock Archer’s story, Coming of Age. Or he could have been the inspiration for Jeremy Travis, the young rancher in Discoveries or Dusty in Dominated. Then it hit me. There were others. Was Rafael the model for Chico in Contradictions? And our trainer Hank—the analogy to Tank in Contradictions was too obvious to ignore. Was I living in a Brock Archer novel? Might I be a character in a future story? If so, what would I be like? Would I be an aspiring artist on the verge of a major breakthrough or a teenage loser who would never amount to anything?

“Are you OK?” Woody asked me. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” an ironic statement as two men dressed as apparitions walked past us.

After a brief pause, I came back down to Earth and replied, “Umm, yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking too much, I guess.”

With that, Woody reached into the strap of his athletic supporter and pulled out a small piece of paper that had been folded over several times. When he tucked it into the strap of my jock, I asked, “What’s this?”

“It’s Tyler’s phone number. Why don’t you call him tomorrow and tell him all about the party…and your trip to New York. I think he’d appreciate hearing from you.”

It’s not usually like me to be speechless, but at that moment I definitely was. “But…I thought you…” I stammered.

“Well, you just said you think too much, and if you’re not interested…” Woody chided as he reached into my jock strap and retrieved the piece of paper.

“No!” I shouted, gripping his hand a little more forcefully than I had intended, but before I could snatch the paper out of his hand, he pulled it away, gripped my hand, pulled the zipper of my jock all the way down, and tucked the paper up against my balls, practically daring me to react. He had never touched me like that before. The move shocked me but also sent chills and thrills up and down my spine.

We stared at each other for several seconds—what seemed like an eternity—before he reverted to the officious Woody I had come to expect. “Now get back to work before I change my mind and send you back to Georgia,” he snapped.

Zac’s duties as the evening’s entertainer officially ended at midnight, and there was no point in continuing anyway because half of the guests had gone home and the other half were fucking or getting fucked somewhere around the house.

Woody slipped Zac an envelope with more cash than they had agreed to. When Zac tried to return half of the money, Woody said, “Keep it. It’s a tip. You were good. You earned it.” Woody then told Zac he was free to go “or you can hang around and enjoy the party,” he said. “You’re free now too,” Woody said to me. “Go to bed…alone or with someone. You’ve earned the break.”

Jack, Zac’s twin brother, overhearing the conversation, approached us and suggested that we adjourn to my room for a “real party.” Now that was an offer I could not refuse.

I was really turned on by the idea of having sex with twins, especially two really hot twins such as Zac and Jack, but I wanted more. I wished that I had mirrors on my ceiling so I could watch them as we fucked. That’s when Zac suggested an idea. He pulled out the laptop that he had brought to the party and had me bring out mine. He also sent Jack to borrow laptops from Kim and Ron. Then, he set up the four laptops in different corners in the room and angled their cameras toward the bed. As we played naked in the bed, we recorded the whole thing.

Jack suggested double dipping. I had done double penetrations before with Mr. Sullivan back in Columbus, but I had always been one of the pitchers, never the catcher. What Jack was proposing was that he and his brother would both fuck me at the same time. “Fuck yeah!” I exclaimed. “Sounds fucking hot!”

Jack stretched out on the bed as I climbed on top of him and rode his dick like the cowboy I was dressed as. Zac came up behind me as I leaned forward and inserted his penis against his brother’s. For nearly half an hour, they alternated roles—one would remain still as the other pumped. Though I thoroughly enjoyed it, I wondered what it must feel like for them rubbing their dicks against each other’s as they fucked another dude, but they seemed to enjoy it as much as I did…if not more.

Maybe it was because they are twins, but I was surprised at how much in sync they were—even to the point that they erupted simultaneously, each one blasting his load deep inside me. It was enough to ignite my own orgasm as I spewed white lava all over Jack’s face and body.

.After we had rested for 20 minutes or so, I suggested that we go again, but with one of them on bottom this time. “Oh, we never do that,” protested Zac. “Fucking my brother? That would just be too kinky.”

So, Jack gathered up the four laptops and laid them out side by side so we could watch the whole show from all four angles. “This is so fucking cool,” I gushed.

“Yeah, but it’s gonna look even better when I get it all edited,” said Jack.

“You can do that?” I asked.

“Joe,” laughed Zac. “Jack has a degree from UCLA with a double major in computer graphics and TV production. He works as a freelancer, filming, editing, and producing videos like these for guys all over Southern California. They don’t trust straight guys with material like this, so they pay Jack top dollar to do the job and keep his mouth shut.”

“Yeah,” Jack confirmed. “Some of my clients are very well-known people in the entertainment business and even in politics, so I have to be very discreet.”

As I was fantasizing about watching the fully edited version of our very own porn video on the big screen downstairs, I heard what sounded like a siren. “What’s that?” I asked.

“Probably one of the guests downstairs had too much to drink and tripped over another guy zonked out on the floor. He probably just bumped his head or something.”

Still, I ran across the room to the staff lounge and looked out the window. Sure enough, it was an ambulance pulling up to the front door. I raced downstairs and looked out the front door just Woody was stepping into the wagon where the EMTs had loaded a gurney.

“What happened?” I asked Kim, who was standing beside the front door next to me. With a look of panic, he muttered, “It’s…it’s Mr. Block.”

To be continued

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Emmerdale 12.01.24 Part 2

Cain arrives and goes for Aaron, he pins him up against the garage door and tries to intimidate him, Aaron unlike Mackenzie isn't afraid of Cain and is enjoying the manhandling he was dishing out as Cain warns Aaron to get the car back now. Moria accuses Aaron of not caring about family.

Aaron enjoyed the rise he got from Cain, as Cain had given a one hour deadline to return the car. Mackenzie says he got into this just for kicks & now he doesn't want anymore trouble him & Charity have been through enough & begs Aaron to return the car asking where he stashed it.

Later

Kim is threatening Cain with the police, as they go to garage they are both surprised to see Mackenzie valeting the now return stolen car, now Kim is off Cain's back. Mackenzie tells Cain it was returned during his lunch break insinuating by Aaron. Just as Cain clocks Aaron walking past looking over at them.

#aaron dingle #mackenzie boyd #cain dingle #screencaps #emmerdale #episode recap

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To Kill A King: Cast and Scene

Banner and line break by @awrkives

To help with reading To Kill A King, here is a reference page. There are a lot of characters and since it’s an in progress story, I know it can be hard to keep things straight in between updates. I’ll occasionally update this with newly added characters or newly-discovered information about them. -- Story Masterlist --

The Kim Family, all branches

Donggun Kim, King - divisive as a leader, given to excess and outbursts of harsh treatment since the death of his wife but a competent ruler in enough ways he hasn’t been overthrown. Yet. Everyone is kinda thinking about it though. A volatile, mercurial father at best.

So-yeon Kim, Queen, Deceased. Seokjin’s mother who died when Seokjin was thirteen. They had a close relationship and she was beloved as a queen.

Seok-ho Kim, Royal Prince, Deceased. Seokjin’s 8-years-elder brother, died five years ago during the Therepin Border Skirmishes. A natural born leader with a successful military career until his death at 32.

Seokjin Kim, Royal Prince. 29, heir to the throne after his father’s death.

Lady Zselyke Kim, 39. The only daughter of King Donggun’s deceased younger brother. She has functioned in many ways, though without recognition, as the lady of the house since Queen So-yeon’s death.

Byeonggun Kim, Commander. King Donggun’s youngest (and only living) brother. The commander of Yeonhalbi’s military, rumored to have committed war crimes during the border wars. He is married but has no children.

Namjoon Kim, 28. From a lesser branch of the Kim line which settled in Therepin and Sartia many generations ago. His mother Landa Kim is a Baroness and his uncle Gregor Kim sits on the Therepin Council.

Mindeulle Kim, 22. Namjoon’s beloved younger sister, she has convinced her parents to let her come to Priva to befriend Nasimiyu and look for a husband.

The Dabo Family

Hamisi Dabo, Prince. Ruler of Marvono, he dotes on his daughters but has high expectations for how they dedicate their lives to serving the greater good. He is blackmailing Dulce for her assistance in getting his daughter onto the Yeonhalbi throne as a widowed Queen.

Simisola Dabo, Princess. Nasimiyu’s mother. Loves her daughters deeply, mediates and guides when necessary but expects her daughters to learn to walk on their own.

Nasimiyu Dabo, Princess, 26. The youngest of Hamisi’s three daughters, betrothed to Seokjin for the last three years. She has strong ambitions and progressive ideas for what kind of queen she wants to be, largely due to frustrations and boredom with her own life. At home she was the most rebellious sister.

Two elder sisters, each married with children, not met.

The Inner Circle

Dulce, 27. Originally from Paloma, she’s been working as an assassin for hire for many years. She and Nasimiyu met in a tavern where Nasimiyu used to sneak off to visit and have been in a sort-of-relationship since then. After “an incident,” her existence and occupation were discovered by Nasimiyu’s parents, and she’s been blackmailed into acting as Nasimiyu’s handmaid to help gather intel to ultimately kill Prince Seokjin and King Donggun.

Taehyung Kim, 26. The only living son of the handmaid of the late Queen So-yeon, he currently works as a stablehand in the palace under the protection of Seokjin. He is known to be a bit wild, restless, and dissatisfied with his position in life, not to mention those swirling rumors around his parentage.

Jimin Park, 26. Jimin serves as Seokjin’s valet and, in many ways, right hand. He is always on hand to guide and assist, incredibly capable, and easily charms those around him. He’s originally from Destin and happy to tell anyone who’ll listen about his luck in making it to Seokjin’s side.

Jungkook Jeon, 25. Seokjin’s favorite of his bodyguards. Jungkook’s father was a bodyguard for King Donggun and died protecting him, so Queen So-yeon saw to Jungkook’s education. Originally he was in the military but remained close to Seokjin and after saving him in an attempt on his life, was allowed to be hired as a bodyguard despite his young age. Despite his casual, flirty appearance, he appears to be very good at what he does.

Hoseok Jung, 28. Hoseok’s father was the main tutor for both Seokjin and the late Seok-ho and educated/trained his son into the role as well. Hoseok does his best to keep Seokjin on the proper path and loves nothing more than a successful social event.

Yoongi Min, 29. Yoongi is a talented cook working in the palace, around whom the prince and his inner circle often gather in the evenings to cook and chat. He has some ambitions to make it to head cook but also sometimes can’t be bothered. Seokjin knows he spent some of his younger years as a political activist and protestor, including some time spent in Marvono, but this is not known to anyone else.

The Court (Not everyone but notable members)

Miss Lidmila Aukem, 20. The only daughter of the Aukem family. Young and full of admiration for Nasimiyu. Very strong sense of justice, fairness, and propriety. Her mother Sukhdeep was a close friend of Queen So-yeon’s; they sent each other flowers from their gardens weekly, and Lidmila clearly hopes to have a similar friendship with Nasimiyu.

Miss Çiğdem Quincy, 20. Slightly more rebellious than the other girls, Çiğdem is direct and loves some good gossip. She is easily bored of pampered life, probably why she has been so enamored of her secret Therepin penpal for the last year.

Miss Afua Trevis, 21. A total romantic, Afua is known for saying just the wrong thing or really putting her foot in it, though her intentions are good.

Miss Tasa, 22. Another friend of the young women, a little older but not yet matched with anyone.

Lady Anne Lapointe, elderly. An antiquated old woman who favors tradition and is strict in her expectations of the royal family.

Lord Téo Ascanio, 20-something. A young lord who goes on the hunt with Seokjin and Nasimiyu.

Lord Jothi Harker, 20-something. Another young lord who goes on the hunt with Seokjin and Nasimiyu. He’s the one who shot the deer but was too cowardly to fetch it.

The Household

Master Drin, Seokjin’s arms trainer. A former soldier, he now trains nobles in combat and drinks a little too much in his freetime.

Edmund. One of Seokjin’s three main bodyguards.

Master Boutros, a “game master” who lives in the caves and tends to the animals there.

The Nation of Yeonhalbi

The Nation of Yeonhalbi is comprised of several provinces, each governed by a local ruler who owes fealty to the royal family of Yeonhalbi, which conquered these territories many generations ago. Some provinces do have unrest around this governance. In recent history, the border wars along Therepin, Minsk, and Destin's led to great bloodshed and an effort to squash the questions around whom exactly was fighting whom.

Priva, the capital province and seaside capitol city. Major industry is fishing.

Destin, a very poor region that lacks natural resources to self-sustain, mainly focused on livestock.

Paloma, the most distant region, mostly very poor mountain villages in between farmlands. Lots of small cottage industry, livestock, and farming. Massacres at the time of conquering decades ago left it hobbled and quiet as a principality.

Marvono. A wealthy region, very educated, warm weather year-round. Medicine is one of the strongest industries.

Rinsk. Area with many mountains and desserts, focused on mining and ore-works, very wealthy cities due to the mineral deposits.

Sartia. Incredibly wealthy, mild-weather principality and closeby islands. The vacation destination of the wealthy thanks to beautiful coasts. Easy living for most social classes, very focused on education and the arts.

Therepin. Conservative principality, the most religious of them all. Has a royal family that’s largely for show; a religious “council” does the actual ruling.

-- Story Masterlist --

#to kill a king #tkak

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Painter Of The Night: The reality of nightmare (podcast/video)

#야화첩 #夜画帳 #seungkyum #PainterOfTheNight #potn #PintorNocturno The essay about #Yoonseungho and #JungInhun "The reality of nightmare (podcast/video)" is finished. Feel free to comment. I hope you'll like it. Retweet/like it as a support. Thanks.

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theprocrastinatingredkitty · 2 years

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What I noticed about Sp. Chapter 4 in PotN AU

We know that Na-Kyum had only recently left marks on Seungho’s body on their two-day marathon on the morning after Chang-Hyeon left in the main story, right. We know for a fact that lowborns had no right to inflict any miniscule wound on a noble unless they had a death wish. But Na-Kyum is the exception as he had become the nobleman’s wife, and that’s why Seungho had allowed him to be left with scratchmarks in those two days prior to the visit at the calligrapher’s

Now if we flip it to the AU canon wherein Na-Kyum is the nobleman and Seungho is the lowborn, we could see another repetition of this

Na-Kyum would surely not allow Seungho to leave marks on him at first due to his family being present and those marks would be inevitably seen by anyone. So what would he do?

Leave marks on Seungho the lowborn, of course. In the AU, he could do whatever he damn pleases bc he has become the noble. Noble Na-Kyum wouldn’t shy out on leaving marks on Seungho bc of him being a peasant. Heck, Na-Kyum could even initiate biting Seungho on the neck, for all we know

And Seungho, true to his horny nature in both universes, would wear those marks with much pride, I presume. Thus awakening a new desire in noble Na-Kyum’s heart—to be the dominant submissive. We could see that drawing of noble Na-Kyum painting on Seungho’s chest turning to canon in AU as well, given his “newfound” status. Basically, all the kinky things that noble Seungho had done to lowborn Na-Kyum would now be noble Na-Kyum’s faux power. I say faux power bc Na-Kyum may have the higher authority at first glance here, but it will be Seungho who will eventually call the shots propelling the relationship forward, a new version of his power that he had taken from lowborn Na-Kyum, who had noble Seungho down on his knees practically worshipping him at all times of the day

We can see that something similar will happen to Noble Na-Kyum in the future, as well. He will risk his noble status and fight his family to gain lowborn Seungho for himself. Inhun will be the new Kim who will hate the lowborn for taking up the position of the valet in one swoop

We can expect that it will be Inhun who will see an incident regarding SeungKyum and would report the homosexual activity to Lord Baek

But will noble Na-Kyum be punished as severely as noble Seungho, I wonder? Given that in the main story, Na-Kyum is well-loved by his sisters 🤔

#potn #painter of the night #yahwacheop #seungho x nakyum #potn au #potn analysis

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berestweys · 2 years

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Kinnporsche Rewatch - Episode 8

Summary: Many idiots offer each other thumbs up.

Favorite Line: “Black Eagle is on the way! Tailorbird will run now!”

Porsche’s Wacky Antics: Blasts Kinn with his rancid morning breath, and is repaid in kind. Runs around like a chicken trying to find his clothes. Flips Kinn off. Tells Pete his legs are still shaking from his “rough” punishment. Gets his socks mixed up with Kinn’s. Plays footsie with Kinn during an important meeting and startles him so much all of the bodyguards draw guns. Draws the funniest picture ever of the ghost haunting him, and earns the Dimples of Disdain from Pete. Goes on a high stakes caper with Pete. Screams so much at movie night Tankhun tosses him out on his ass. Throws a consecrated penis at Kinn.

Why is Chay crying? He isn’t, but after his little display in Valet Parking, I am.

Woe is Big: First Khun Kinn replaces him with Porsche. Now, Khun Kim’s making him help with detective work about Porsche. Why is this guy so damn special? He must be a liar! Poor Big.

Tankhun Highlight: I am utterly tickled by his horror movie makeup, his blue jammies, and his cuddle pile with his bodyguards. I’m also squealing to see Lee Hyeri make a cameo.

A Woman Speaks: Yok has missed Porsche! She tells him when you’re in love the two of you “have to add sweetness to each other” outside the bedroom. Tells him any idiot can use google to find a café for a date.

What’s Pete eating, and who prepared it for him? Microwave popcorn, prepared by Pol.

Vegas Report: :( I’ve got him in my pocket for later.

Shipping Activities

KinnPorsche: They wake up together in Kinn’s fluffy bed, soft cozy & nice. Bread foreplay occurs. Porsche leaps into Kinn’s arms and Kinn can carry him around without any trouble at all and lord that is hot. Porsche really wants to do this dating thing right. He takes Kinn on the sappiest date ever. It’s clear neither of them have ever done this before and apparently I can be seduced with cuteness because they make me smile helplessly and I am embarrassed at myself. Porsche calls Kinn to come over & save him from being alone with a ghost, and later gets advised by Pete not to block Kinn’s ‘punishments’ with his neck anymore. Pete. My boy. Come on.

VegasPete: I don’t think it’s fair to tease us with VegasPete content and then they’re completely absent in the next episode. Give them to meeeeeeeee.

Do I care about KimChay yet? No. Chay stages an ambush in front of Kim’s building and forces him to listen to his love song, and this is happening I guess. I am the security guard coming out to tell Chay to be quiet.

# of KimChay scenes in this episode: 1

# of KimChay scenes I watched without skipping through: 1, but I did pause it twice to take deep breaths before being able to continue.

Kisses: Morning bread kisses. Is this what Farmhouse Bread envisioned when they agreed to be a show sponsor? Date selfie kisses.

Tits Out: Kinn & Porsche in bed together at the start of the episode, and later Kinn while he and Porsche are scrambling to strip each other after the bodyguard meeting.

What’s Gun wearing? He’s nowhere to be found. Look it’s not like I really want him coming around all the time, but would it be too much to ask for him to wander through the background at least once per episode? Maybe so.

Serious Observations of Various Sorts: In the park where Kinn and Porsche go for their date, there’s a man taking photos of his enormous pig. Pete’s codenames for Porsche, Kinn, and himself are Ostrich, Black Eagle, and Tailorbird. The ostrich is flightless but can run 70 kph/45 mph. The black eagle is a predator famous for eating the nestlings of other birds. The tailorbird sews leaves together with grasses to make its nest. Does any of this matter? I don’t think so? But I like birds.

Have I calmed down? I read the entire Wikipedia page for the black eagle, a bird I’d never heard of before, because it’s Kinn’s code name. So that’s a solid no.

Episode 1/ Episode 2/ Episode 3/ Episode 4/ Episode 5/ Episode 6/ Episode 7/ Episode 9

#kinnporsche rewatch #kinnporsche #spoilers

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world-cinema-research · 1 year

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Batman Critical Quotes-Michael Bump

Batman-Critical Quotes by Michael Bump

There is a reason Ebert was a critic for a living. I chose the two quotes because they were descriptive. I also found it interesting how he said Basinger and Keaton had bad chemistry which I thought myself. The video is a scene from when the Nicholson Joker is revealed. Burton found a way to make Batman dark and less like Batman from the television series. Lastly the image below is of Michael Keaton and Kim Basinger.

“The Gotham City created in “Batman” is one of the most distinctive and atmospheric places I’ve seen in the movies. It’s a shame something more memorable doesn’t happen there. “Batman” is a triumph of design over story, style over substance - a great-looking movie with a plot you can’t care much about. All of the big moments in the movie are pounded home with ear-shattering sound effects and a jackhammer cutting style, but that just serves to underline the movie’s problem, which is a curious lack of suspense and intrinsic interest.”- Roger Ebert

“Nicholson’s Joker is really the most important character in the movie - in impact and screen time - and Keaton’s Batman and Bruce Wayne characters are so monosyllabic and impenetrable that we have to remind ourselves to cheer for them. Kim Basinger strides in as Vicky Vale, a famous photographer assigned to the Gotham City crime wave, but although she and Wayne carry on a courtship and Batman rescues her from certain death more than once, there’s no chemistry and little eroticism. The strangest scene in the movie may be the one where Vicky is brought into the Batcave by Alfred, the faithful valet, and realizes for the first time that Bruce Wayne and Batman are the same person. How does she react? She doesn’t react. The movie forgets to allow her to be astonished.”- Roger Ebert

Batman (1989) - You Can Call Me Joker Scene | Movieclips

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Look, I know AU’s aren’t the popular thing in this fandom… but I would genuinely love a truly New Mexico Gothic Romance McWexler fic.

Late 1800’s or early 1900’s…

Chuck is a Mrs Havisham type…

Longing glances between Jimmy and Kim…

Gus is a mysterious benefactor, Mike is a stoic valet…

Nacho is a man with secret agendas…

Lalo and Howie are there for funsies…

#new mexico gothic romance #mcwexler #better call saul #fickle fics

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rawiswhore · 1 year

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Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- "Problem"

I've created this female professional wrestling original character that lives rent free in my head, and my wrestling original character's gimmick was a slut/nymphomaniac.

However, I've wondered if she should play this Dean Yeagle's Mandy bimbo-type character, or play a "Three's Company"-esque jiggle TV character.

Then again, the Attitude era was about shock value and sexual content, and went on during the same time "South Park" was at the height of its popularity (and a running gag on "South Park" was that Cartman's mom is a slut), and was going on during the same time "The Jerry Springer Show" and Howard Stern (which invited porn stars, nymphomaniacs, sluts, strippers and hookers), Lil' Kim and Foxy Brown (who started the trend of sexually explicit female rappers) and "Sex and the City" were all at the heights of their popularity.

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One of the most iconic, notorious moments in professional wrestling history was on a "Monday Night Raw" episode that had aired on September 15th, 1997, where Shawn Michaels strutted to the ring wearing these tight black biker shorts that showed off a huge, massive bulge in his crotch area.

That bulge was a sock stuffed down his bike shorts to show off the outline of his penis, and when he stood in the ring, he eventually jumped up and down and kept pointing to his huge bulge, eventually to lay on the ring on his back and thrust and hump the air while his hands motioned and pointed at his crotch.

That moment caused a lot of controversy even back then---so much so Shawn Michaels was fined for it.

However, when Vince McMahon saw that moment, he soon stated that the World Wrestling Federation needed more attitude and that aforementioned Shawn Michaels moment is stated to have started the Attitude era.

When Vince McMahon saw that moment, he said the WWF needed more edgy content, and that's what lead to the Attitude era.

Even though you were happy about the WWF becoming edgier and more adult oriented, especially considering you felt like you weren't really being yourself in the WWF in 1996 and 1997, there was a problem you had related to the WWF becoming edgier you had to address to.

But not to Vince McMahon.

Shortly after that "Monday Night Raw" episode where Shawn Michaels kept pointing to his bulge while wearing biker shorts and Vince McMahon said the WWF needed more "attitude", you stood with Shawn backstage and talked with him.

You weren't talking with him during a "Monday Night Raw" or "Shotgun Saturday Night" episode or even a pay-per-view, and your discussion wasn't filmed and broadcast on television for people to see.

"I looooooved that moment when you put a sock down your shorts to make it seem like you have a boner" you confessed to Shawn with a naughty smile on your face, your eyes looking into his eyes, standing close to Shawn until your chest was touching and nudging his chest.

Your confession made Shawn sheepishly chuckle and smile.

"I knew you would" Shawn said with a smile.

"Vince McMahon said that he wants the WWF to have more 'attitude'" you mentioned, your fingers crooking like quotation marks when you said the word "attitude". "And I'm okay with that, in fact, I'm happy about it"

"Me too" Shawn agreed, nodding his head. "I wanted the WWF to be...edgier before you even joined the company"

Before you probably even started watching the WWF.

Shawn paused his sentence a little while to think of a word to describe what he wanted the WWF to be like, and he decided on "edgier".

"Seeing you with that fake boner bulging through your shorts" you mentioned, your index finger running up and down his chest as your mouth smiled and your eyes looked at his crotch. "Y'know how female wrestling valets flirt with opponents to distract them?"

Shawn nodded his head.

Of course he knows that

"I'd love to suck on and lick your cock covered by your tights in the ring as a distraction" you confessed, your eyes scrolling up to his eyes to look into them, you put emphasis on the word "love" when you confessed that and placed your hand on his chest. "Especially considering the WWF now wants an edgier direction"

Shawn's eyes grew wide and his eyebrows raised when he heard that you'd love to suck his penis covered by his tights.

"But...there's a problem" you argued, although not sounding angry, your mouth pouting and your voice sounding less sexier than before. "Hunter and I sometimes help you out and join you in the ring, and I can't really probably suck your cock if you were Hunter's opponent since I'm Hunter's valet"

Shawn nodded his head, agreeing with you.

"And you'd probably get fined a lot of money like I did recently" Shawn added.

"Fuck those people who fined you!" you exclaimed with an angry, disgusted look on your face and in the tone of your voice.

Shawn nodded his head, raising one of his hands to give you a high five, to which your hand collided into his hand and gave him a high five, although you didn't hit his hand too hard.

Eventually, you couldn't suck on Shawn's dick as a distraction if he was Hunter's opponent since he as well as you were members of D Generation X.

"Even though I love being Hunter Hearst Helmsley's valet and all" you mentioned, your face and your voice looking and sounding calmer. "Not only would I love to distract Hunter, but since Hunter does the pedigree, where he, y'know, put's someone's head in between his thighs and holds their arms, I'd love it if in a wrestling match Hunter spanked my ass when he's about to do a pedigree on me"

"I know you'd love Hunter spanking you in a pedigree" Shawn brought up with his head slowly nodding.

"I don't have to wrestle against Hunter" you explained. "I can just be a valet for someone else and try to distract Hunter, and then Hunter will pull me into the ring, put my head in between his thighs and then spank my ass"

"I understand" Shawn replied. "Would you try to suck on Hunter's dick if it was covered by his tights in a pedigree?"

"Hell yeah!" you stated, although not sounding so angry.

"A lot of wrestlers' tights and singlets are all sweaty from all that wrestling" Shawn mentioned. "You'd be tasting nasty, salty crotch sweat on their tights and singlets"

"I know" you admitted, pouting your lip. "Plus, I'd be tasting the fabric of their tights and singlets, which isn't a pleasant taste, I'll just have to pretend it doesn't taste nasty"

"I bet the WWF is going to make you play what you're really like backstage" Shawn referred, referring to how you're a very sexually promiscuous slut and nymphomaniac behind the scenes backstage and when the cameras aren't rolling.

"Oh, without a doubt" you said. "Even if the WWF didn't make me play that, I'd come up with that idea for a gimmick, like how Stone Cold came up with his redneck gimmick"

"And how Razor Ramon's Tony Montana character was Scott Hall's own idea" Shawn added.

Even though you eventually and unfortunately couldn't suck on and even lick Shawn Michaels' and Triple H's penises covered by their tights in the ring due to you being a member of D Generation X (as well as being the Sunny to their Bodydonnas and Stacy Keibler to their Dudley Boyz), you playing a promiscuous, slutty nymphomaniac came true.

And even sucking and licking male wrestlers' private parts as a distraction in the ring came true next year by the time the WWF changed its logo to that scratch logo and its name to "WWF Attitude".

In fact, sucking on a male wrestler's penis covered by his tights or singlet was your signature distraction, like how Stacy Keibler's signature distraction is turning around, grabbing her skirt, lifting it up and showing off her ass cheeks, and Debra's signature distraction is opening her top up and showing off her puppies (and I don't mean baby dogs), albeit her breasts are covered by a bra.

However, on a "Monday Night Raw" episode broadcast and aired on television in August of 1998, during one of those "coming up next" vignettes where the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now", you were backstage in the locker room sucking on Triple H's penis covered by his jockstrap.

At the beginning of 1998, you, Shawn and Triple H did this photoshoot for a magazine, where you were squatting in between those 2 and sucking and licking their dicks covered by their tights.

#shawn michaels #1997 #90s #wwf

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