#i have already used 2 of these as reaction pics and i could not be happier abt that
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In Your Calvin's | JJK
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader (nicknamed Candy)
Wordcount: 9.6k
Genre: smut, fluff, pwp, established relationship
Rating: 18+ Minors, do not interact
Synopsis: Being Jeon Jeongguk's girlfriend is a great honour, but it comes with great responsibilities. When the commercial celebrating your boyfriend (very secret boyfriend) starts playing on everyone's and their mother's phones, it's time you face what it means to be loved by the most wanted idol of them all.
Warnings: Jealousy and general possessiveness. Swearing. Powerplay, switch!reader, switch!jk. Masochist!jk (?). Marking (hickey, writing on body with a pen), hair pulling (male receiving), edging (male receiving), spanking (male and female receiving). Teasing. Mild degradation. Dry humping. A very mild boobjob. Breast worship. Unprotected foreplay, oral sex (female receiving; brief male receiving), unprotected sex (be smarter, kids), rough sex. Mentions of cockring.
One last thing: 1. this was edited at 3am, please bear with me. 2. Sidenote: I try to be as neutral as possible with the way I describe the girls' appearance, however I wanted to specify that in this fic, I mention Candy having long, straight hair (and huge badonkers, but that's kinda canon by now LOL). It's just a brief mention, absolutely nothing major and holds no relevance to the fic, you might not even notice it; but still, I wanted to make sure I thought about my curly haired goddesses, and short haired queens, (or a combo of both heart eyes) and that I apologise for making this fic just a pinch less immersive for you.
(Is this the right moment to apologise to small boobs princesses too? ily sisters, itty bitty titty committee 5evah)
Here's my masterlist, lemme just disappear very quickly. Enjoy 💜✨
You knew Jeongguk had a gig with Calvin Klein. You've known it for months. You've seen him cut calories and hit the gym and dehydrate for a couple days before the shoot because he explained to you how muscle definition works, and crucial to showing a great slab of abs is being basically as dry as a breadstick, to the point of being cranky because you have drunk three glasses of water in the last forty-eight hours.
Which all means, you knew his stomach would be quite surely showing.
And yet your world still stops once you're merrily sitting on your train back home and his half undressed form appears on the screen on your phone.
At first you slam your phone shut, mostly because you're used to hiding your boyfriend away and that's the reaction you usually have when you open one of his flirty pics from your chat.
Next, you realise you weren't on your private chat, and you weren't even looking at pictures in your phone gallery.
You were absentmindedly scrolling. On Instagram.
You unlock your phone again, and right there you're confronted with the very naked truth.
Jeongguk. Is basically naked. On your phone. And it's for the entire world to see.
Your brain slows down, as if the earth axis is tipping over a little in the opposite way.
Something inside you snaps around the third time the video plays in front of your unseeing eyes. To anyone looking at you, you could be just an obsessed fan taking a close look at the fine piece of art, but your eyes are unfocused, your mind too deep in thought to register any stimulus from the external world.
The vibration from the phone awakens you from your state of trance.
“Candy, baby,” says the adorable lover boy calling you. “Have you seen it already?”
Your lips are sealed, and you can't quite bring yourself to speak, you don't know why.
“I'm on my way back home.” You say, and the words feel like cracking a glow stick in your chest.
“But did you see it?” His voice isn't as bright now.
“I'm coming home.” You repeat.
He's silent for a few seconds, and you can hear him sigh. “Okay.”
“He's so insanely hot,” you overhear a girl sitting across from you comment.
“I want to run my palms down the sides of his waist,” says her friend.
You stare at them and you know you must look like a woman possessed right now, but you still allow yourself to incinerate them with a glare, as if your eyes could turn into flamethrowers.
“Candy?”
“I'll be home in ten.” And you close the call.
On the way back home, you hear more people talk. More girls fawn. More women zoom in.
On the escalator, you notice a woman fanning herself while staring at the screen. Another one even crosses herself as the ad from your boyfriend reruns on her phone screen.
Every step on your way home is utter agony, and once you step over the threshold, you're not sure what you're going to do.
Jeongguk is in the kitchen in a sleeveless top, tattoos out, piercings glowing in the gentle light of the living room. And his hair is fluffy, which means he's probably just done blow drying it after taking a shower.
The fact that the scent of his body lotion is still sharp gives you further indication of how recent that shower must be.
“Hey,” he says, turning towards you with a bunny grin, which immediately dims once he sees your expression. “Oh. Bad day?”
You bite your lip and stare at him a fair bit. Then, a bit more.
“Candy, love.”
You don't know what to do with him. Is he yours? Is he really yours?
How come you come home to him making dinner, and being freshly showered, and being so domestic? How come you're living in his apartment, knowing his pass code, having an ID card for his apartment complex and his studio at HYBE? How come he gives you a copy of his schedule and talks about you over the phone on his weekly call to his grandmother and brings you to his parents' house? How come you go on trips together and you're the emergency contact to his fur babies and you make love two to four times a week? How come he's brought you to the town he grew up in and loved you down in the place where he lost his virginity because, "I wish it had been you since the very first time"?
Who is this man?
Is he Jungkook from Bangtan Sonyeondan? Or is he Jeon Jeongguk, your very own quiet, shy, reserved lover boy?
“You're scaring me,” he whispers, putting down his wooden spoon and taking a few steps to stand in front of you.
“Why me?” you ask, staring at his collarbones, too scared to look into his eyes.
“What do you mean?” he asks back, sheepish.
This time your eyes meet his. “Why me? Of all the women out there, why me?” You look down, taking in just how average you feel, every imperfection magnified in your eyes, now that you have so many people you're comparing yourself with, and competing with.
“Candy—” He starts.
“Everyone, everyone out there is literally foaming at the mouth at that commercial, and I'm here? I come home to you? I make love to you almost every night?” You pause and laugh bitterly at him. “I'm a fucking fraud.”
He shakes his head and moves closer, grabbing your wrists. “A fraud, you say?” He tuts in disappointment, places your hands on his waist. “You're not a fraud, ____, you're my soulmate.” He leaves your hands once he feels them clutch at his narrow waist.
Possessiveness hits you all of a sudden, and it is only mildly ebbed by his hands landing at the top of your ass.
“I love you, and I make love to you because it's a fucking dream. You're a fucking dream, and I'm so upset that you don't see it.”
You're jealous. You're simply jealous. It's human and it's healthy to be moderately jealous. After all the comments you heard and read, it's fair to be jealous.
“I reckon you saw the commercial.”
“I saw the commercial and everyone's reaction to it,” you comment, slightly acidic.
Jeongguk bends to place a kiss below your earlobe. “Are you angry?”
No. Not just anger.
Your hands mimic his and crawl to his lower back, toying with the hemline of his underwear. “I'm not mad.” I'm disgustingly jealous and I don't like them having more of what's mine. They already have too much, they've always wanted too much and you always give it to them and I'm furious that it's not mine alone.
Jeongguk wears a mischievous smile as he makes you take several small steps back, the back of your legs hitting the kitchen counter. “Do you like it?”
You click your tongue and shake your head. “No.”
The reply startles him, and he feels his mood dim. Did he—
“I'm not a jealous person, but this… God, this hits a new level,” you finally admit. “They already drool over you quite enough, and now they even have a video of you shirtless. How would I not be jealous!? Half the girls would have snapped your neck. If Yoongi ever did this, Kitten would have his balls dangling from her Mercedes keychain. I don't even know how Lace and Princess are handling their boyfriends naked on everyone's phone. If I were Tae I would seek political asylum in Greenland. Or maybe Tibet.” You take a large mouthful of oxygen before you launch yourself in another tirade.
“Everyone's talking about grabbing your waist, licking your abs, tugging at your hair and shit and hi! I'm here! I'm the girlfriend! Sorry I exist! WHAT THE FUCK!?”
Jeongguk laughs and lowers himself to your chest, kissing where your heartbeat echoes like a crazed war drum.
“It's not fun!” you complain, significantly agitated.
“Mh.” He hums as he moves aside the hem of your shirt, meeting the soft, smooth skin of your chest. “It was supposed to come out on your birthday, that's why's a bit more racy,” he explains more patiently. “But they decided to release it early.” He kisses a tender spot and your left knee tingles a little. “It was supposed to be a slightly too public boudoir shoot. But secretly it was just yours.” Jeongguk finds the cup of your bra and stares up at you as his fingers reach the hem and slide the fabric aside. “I was thinking of you when I made it.”
And once his mouth wraps around your nipple, your right knee starts tingling too.
“Must admit I had to push the limits a lot to finally make you jealous,” he purrs once he is done with the licking, sucking motion of his mouth around your tender flesh. “But I'm sorry I crossed the line.”
What line? You think, your brain already hazy. No sharp line exists in the world you’re currently in. Just the loving, plush hills of Jeongguk's lips, the slippery slopes of his waistline, the sinuous curves of his hip bones leading you to his pelvis, and the soft curls of his luscious dark locks. No crossed borders, only gentle waves licking the shore, water and land embracing one the other.
“Remind me who's the boss here, Candy,” he says, and you know he's playing you right now. “Remind me where I belong.” His mouth is at your ear as he whispers, “Show me who owns me.”
The tingles are spreading as his fingers grab at your ass, his lips connecting with your jaw. “Talk to me, Candy.”
You’re not sure you can articulate words at this moment. Talking isn’t as easy as everyone makes it seem.
His eyes connect with yours and he can tell you’re staring at his lips by the poetic detail of your lashes lowered over your cheekbone.
It makes him chuckle, very gently, that he has all these details of you he adores, and that you have the audacity of asking him why he picked you, and why he keeps choosing you over and over.
He loves you, his family loves you, his dogs love you. This is the way it’s supposed to be.
His finger reaches underneath your chin, forcing your eyes to actually meet his. “Look at me, sweetheart,” he purrs, and as your lashes dart up, he shakes his head a little, loving the way you arch up a fraction, as if pulled towards him. “There she is, beautiful.”
You feel completely neutralised. Disarmed. All the storms brewing over you a minute ago are forgotten as soon as his sweet smile shines like sunlight above you.
His hand combs your hair back, cupping your cheek and landing a kiss on your temple. “Are you feeling better?”
You nod.
“What mood are we in?” You’ve asked him this question thousands of times since the two of you became serious, ever since he opened up about feeling too closed off to make a relationship work; and now, the fact that it was such a solid, valid ritual in your dynamics made it natural for him to ask too. “You need to talk to me, sweetheart.”
“I’m better. I…”
“Tell me what you want.”
You stare at him, at his shoulders, at his biceps, you trace his tattoo with your fingertip, and he looks closely at your finger, at it drawing swirls and circles on his skin.
“Pick me up,” you say softly.
And he does, immediately. His biceps flex and he grunts a little, not at the weight, but just because he knows the sound can make your toes curl, and he likes that a lot. His hands are wrapped around the back of your thighs, then they adjust to your bottom.
“Next? Counter? Bed? Shower?”
You kiss him. Impatient, and needy, you kiss him.
He opens up for you without hesitation, moaning at the sweet invasion of your tongue in his mouth. God, he loves it. It makes him melt, to feel your tongue slip against his, moving wet and sloppy, your lips plush and hot pressed up against him. He loves kissing you. Actually, he loves making out with you. He’s pretty sure he could come of that alone, and he tries to remind himself you have to give that a try. Another day.
He places you onto the counter because he fears his knees might give out on him. And once he has you there it means his hands can roam all over you and grab your chest and toy with—
“No touching,” you snap at him, gripping his wrists and pulling his hands behind his back.
His eyes go wide at the shift in pace, but he obeys. He also feels like he's awakening from a dream only to find out reality can be so much better.
You dig your hands in his hair and he hisses a little as you tug gently, but still roughly. You think of all the people who wish they could do just so as you stare into his eyes, seeing just how turned on he gets as you manhandle him.
You lean towards him and you notice him trying to kiss you, but you tug at his hair harder, holding him in place as the heat of your exhale fans over his parted lips and his chin.
“You want me to own you?” you ask him, watching his muscles twitch as he fights the urge to grab you and put you in place.
He nods. “Do me all the things no one else can.” He has a roguish smile as he adds, “Do me everything they won't ever, ever do to me.” And he is god of deception when he finally tips you over the edge. “Do me everything I want just from you, and you alone.”
You watch him intently, then tug at his hair so that his head is angled upwards, throat vulnerable and exposed.
He's staring at you with a mischievous glint in his expression, a walking temptation, and you can almost hear him say it, 'come on, do it'. And you do it.
You bend forward and sink your teeth in his flesh, the tender skin caving in as your bite marks him softly before your cheeks move into a suctioning motion that you know will turn into a bruise. It just pleases you so.
“Take a step back,” you order as soon as you're happy with the hickey. “Take off your shirt.”
And he winks before he does. You watch the plain of his chest, the valley in between his pectorals leading you down to his navel.
“I hope you're wearing your Calvin's,” you tease with a cocked eyebrow.
He smirks. “Always in my Calvin's.”
You snicker and shake your head. “Take off your pants.”
His forehead scrunches up in surprise, but he eventually obeys.
He's standing in a pair of socks and his white boxer briefs. At least he didn't lie, they are Calvin Klein.
“Do you want—”
“The Calvin's stay on,” you sentence, then you descend from the counter. “Head over to the bedroom. I'll come over in a minute.”
He stares at you, flabbergasted.
“Oh, and I almost forgot: don't touch yourself. Settle down, hands on the headboard and wait pretty.”
He blinks, unsure of where this is going to end or where it came from, but so blazingly grateful for it.
“Okay.”
You give him a quick once-over as you stand in front of each other. His abs are toned and defined, but now less alarmingly than the days before the shoot. His thighs are strong and you love how the material from the boxers wraps around them comfortably and smoothly.
You dare stare at his crotch, at the way the fabric traces the curve of his length, so perfectly long and so perfectly thick.
You allow your fingertips to trace the curve of his spine, so lightly that it causes him to close his eyes, his head inched to the side as he shivers in pleasure.
“Can I be rough with you?” you ask him, your hand reaching the small of his back and cupping the curve of his ass.
He moves his hands on you the exact same way you did. “Maybe I like pain,” he suggests, and from the collection of tattoos and piercings, but mostly from the supercut of memories of him getting bitten, spanked and scratched by you, you’re reminded that you’re not dealing with the edited version of him he has promoted publicly.
This is your boyfriend. Jeongguk. Your Jeongguk.
You sink your nails into the flesh of his ass, and he hisses but smiles, pulling you closer, swaying his hips to tease your crotch with his. “Go get ready, babyboy,” you croon.
He hums invitingly and kisses your neck, trying to get you to move with him, but you’ve made up your mind already.
“Go,” you repeat.
He pouts and grabs your hips. “Come on, what are you trying to do?” he asks, his brow furrowed, his eyes dark and wide and imploring for you to just follow him and spare him whatever cruel surprise you want to use against him.
You grab his wrists, making him unclasp his hands. “Go and you’ll find out.”
He hesitates and then he faces away, still reluctant, turning around a couple times on his way, checking if you’re following him — perhaps, maybe, hopefully…
Yet, you don’t move, not until he turns the corner to the bedroom. And then you make your way over, slow, unbothered.
And you close the door on him.
You head to the bathroom, wash up quickly, and equally quickly you cover yourself in his favourite lotion, taking special care of your neck and chest. Once properly buttered up and covered in nothing but pretty Calvin undies and his favourite Calvin jeans jacket, you’re ready to attack. But you stare at yourself in the mirror, and you feel like there’s still something you could do to give him a heart attack…
Oh, that, you think. And you get to work.
Apparently he has behaved, as you find him lounging in bed, with his boxers still on, his hands laced behind the crown of his head, a fine slab of abs in full glow from the dark amber hue coming from his led lights.
“Are we on a sunset gold kinda vibe— Holy shit.” He didn’t manage to sound as cool and aloof as he’d tried to be once his eyes landed on you.
He wished he could take a picture of you and spread it across town, just so he could stare at it while waiting for a bus, or hanging out at Hongdae with his friends, and excitedly point at it while tipsy to holler “that’s my fucking girlfriend, that fine piece of ass fucking owns me”.
He wished he could put you on an album cover and fill it with all the insane stuff you do to his heart and his mind and his body. How his heartbeat does a little hiccup thing when he sees you first thing in the morning, and how he’s spent every wish on fallen eyelashes over you, and making you happy, and building you a house and having fireworks for your wedding night, and having all his fans seeing just how incredibly fantastic you are to him, how you make him so happy and deliriously smitten and barely coherent when it comes to talking about you, and just… He just wants everyone to love you half as much as he does.
And maybe for you to be only ever in love with him, so he doesn’t risk anyone thirsting for you enough to steal you from him.
“What were you saying about golden lights?” you ask, climbing on the bed, your hand modestly holding the lapels of his jeans jacket together — it’s not time to destroy him yet.
“I— I…” He tries to sit up, but you push him back where he belongs with a well-placed hand pressed to the middle of his chest.
“Put on the red lights, love.” You grin devilishly, watching his doe eyes glimmer with wonder and disbelief.
“Have I ever told you I am one lucky motherfucker?” he says, staring at your neck, at your face, at your hand, his palms already moving to your hips as you straddle him.
“I just know it.” You sit on your throne — his lap —, stretch to the end table to grab the remote to switch the lights to red, and once the deal is settled, you let the jacket open. “I mean. I’m the luckiest because I have these, but considering you profit from them… You know…” You let your breasts show.
“I know…” he says, entirely mesmerised. God, he is so easy, you think, watching his eyes scan your chest like a cat playing catch with a laser light. You mix your standard level of charm with a slow grind of your hips, so slow and gentle that it’s straight up teasing, torture at its blandest level.
“You make it so hard to think,” he speaks with a strangled voice, trying to make you move the way he wants, but you grab his hands with the excuse of lacing your fingers with his, only to drag them back by the sides of his head.
“I didn’t know I could turn your brain into mush just like this,” you reply, feeling your folds moisten in an attempt to ease the sliding of your crotch against his length. Too bad both of you are still clad in your underwear and, according to your plans, would stay that way for quite a while, as long as possible. “You’re so whipped.”
“I am,” he purrs, and tries to get away with moving his hands back to your hips, but before he can dig his digits in the soft of your flesh, you tut.
“You’d better not touch that ass, Jeon. Keep your hands to yourself if you want my hands on you,” you threaten. “Just to remind you who’s in charge, sweetheart.”
His eyes go wide and he moves his palms back behind his head as soon as you finish your remark. “Yes, miss.”
“Good boy,” you praise him, and you visibly notice him holding back from smiling at the praise. “Did you see my little mark?” you ask. “Call it a slog
an of sorts. A vision statement.” You shrug and push back the lapels, hoping for the lights not being too low for him to see.
It has taken a while for your handy work to happen, mostly because it can be absurdly tricky writing in reverse, but thankfully you’re quite prone to graphic arts.
Jeongguk rises a little, getting closer to where he can recognise dark scribbles on your chest. Unusual dark scribbles.
“Is that… Tattooed?” he asks, and his eyes go wide as he meets your face.
You cackle at him, leaning over and licking his lips, sucking his lower one, then travelling along his jaw, nibbling at his earlobe in a way that makes his hips jolt against you, buckling. “I can't have that tattooed, can I? Unless the world knows and it gets a little too permanent.”
He frowns, not at the way he loses contact with your warm crotch, but because of the unwelcome realisation of what it means to not belong to you entirely. “I'm so sorry,” he sighs, trying to hold you, but stopping his hands before he can touch you.
He goes back to his assigned position and begs you with his eyes.
“Oh, no. Don't worry, it's okay.” To keep him distracted, you get back to a soft roll of your pelvis against his, and he seems to oppose, but it only lasts for maybe five seconds.
His wound-up exhale convinces you to reward him further, lowering your chest so that it drags against his as you keep grinding on him.
“Jeongguk, baby,” you murmur fondly.
“So unfair… That I don’t get you like a girlfriend like anyone else…” He speaks, his focus spotty and frail.
“What do you mean, love?” you egg him on.
“All the public stuff… All the PDA and the grand gestures. The stuff that makes it official, you know.” His eyes are glassy and fleeting as he speaks, and it really feels as if speaking were like making a necklace except he can’t quite line up the beads the right way and he can’t manage to get the string inside the hole and it takes a very long time for the words to finally turn into meaning and it’s all so frustrating.
“I don’t care,” you reassure him, and this time you’re not unaffected either, the sentence stumbling out of you before you can even fully register the meaning you were trying to convey. “Can you read the tattoo, Guk?”
His eyelids lift through great effort, and in slow motion. You stop moving to help him focus on the writing, and he grunts at the interruption. He does not like that at all, and having you so close, so soft, so hot and wet for him is making his instinct vibrate with need to be inside you, move inside you, and then finally find his release in the welcoming darkness of your womb.
“I—” He’s really trying so hard, god bless his heart, but he’s so unfocused and his vision is blurry and he needs to blink for a bunch of seconds before he manages to spell the message, and then compute it, and then smirk wildly before he bucks his hips up against you, letting you know that you’d better move on him.
“What is it, Jeongguk? Mind sharing with the class?” you bait him with a cheshire grin.
“Not sharing any of this,” he growls, and you can feel his arms jolt at the urgency to wrap around you, press you to his front and shove you underneath him, so that he can finally move as hard and as fast as he knows the both of you need.
“Oh, don’t be a greedy little boy! Don’t you want to test how it feels to say it?” you tease him further, ready to push him to his breaking point. After all, that is what you’re always trying to do, get as far as it needs to make him go wild on you, barely coherent and entirely animalistic.
“You want me to say it, don’t you?” he provokes you, feeling just how much the humiliation will further send you soaring over him.
“I do,” you admit.
He bites his lip and you look at him, you study the shape of his lips, the glint in his eyes, the dark shimmering of his lovely ebony locks, and the way his chest heaves with effort and arousal. “These tits own Jeon Jeongguk,” he speaks, his gaze piercing yours, holding you accountable for the undoing he knows will follow.
“That’s right, isn’t it?” Your smile is sardonic, evilly pleased with his admission of submission, with him confirming, with conviction, that he is indeed entirely enslaved to his fascination for your chest, that he is so deeply enticed by it that just a silly part of you can guarantee you his unflinching devotion.
“You know it’s right,” he grunts as your movements resume. And at this point, he knows this is going to take a while, and it will most surely turn out vicious.
“Just checking in on you, making sure you haven’t found a better pair—”
“Don’t you dare talk to them like this. Not in front of me,” he hisses with a passion, and you chuckle at how chivalrously he defends your breasts from your own ill assumptions.
“That’s so gallant of you,” you reply, your hands pulling his hair back, your tone fond and just vaguely lined with mocking. “Let them repay you for your kindness,” you suggest, as you start crawling down his body, your breasts landing heavily on his lap.
“Really…?” he asks, first distracted and then extremely alert as he connects the dots. “With my boxers on?” He says with a frown.
You shrug and smirk. “Maybe we’ll get rid of them later…” You sprinkle some kisses on his abdomen, your chest dragging against his sensitive parts.
He frowns at the weight of them, so welcome, and yet deceiving as the fabric is hindering him from fully enjoying the act. “Please, off,” he huffs, tutting and fussing a little, but you decide to reward his patience with your nails tracing patterns against his chest, your fingertips drawing his areolae, your eyes hungry on his lost, bewildered state.
“Not yet, love… Be patient with me,” you reassure him, tracing the rift in between the crests of his hips, one side, then the others, ricocheting between the bones on the two sides. “I’m going to make it so good to you,” you promise him, placing kisses all around the underrated perfection of his belly button — a huge ‘fuck you’ to the people salivating over him and never, ever knowing how such a minuscule inch of his body has you so irreversibly whipped.
“Candy… Mh, love—” His voice has grown unbearably raspy and airy, so light it feels almost incorporeal, if it weren’t for the velvet smoothness of his skin underneath your lips, like marble that has finally received the breath of life, your boy an ineffable Galatea.
“If you knew, Guk, if only—” kiss— “you knew—” kiss— “how sexy, and erotic, and exciting and poetic you look right now, baby. You look like art.”
“Lemme touch you, I need you, I need—” he gasps and you’re almost expecting him to release a groan before he comes, way too early, much earlier than planned. But fortunately he doesn’t, he holds back stoically and cants his hips away. “For fuck’s sake,” he whispers, an arm covering his eyes. “I need a second if you need me to hold back.”
“Oh,” you reply in surprise, lifting yourself off him. “Are you alright?”
“Just give me some quiet for a second, Candy, don’t you dare even speak.” Jeongguk’s chest is rising and falling in wide movements, enticing and captivating.
Finally he removes his arm from his eyes, but he barely makes eye contact.
“Guk?” You ask, worried.
“Just— I’m trying to keep it cool here, love.” He wiggles his body a little, trying to get his boxers to fit a bit less tightly around him. “We should be smarter about this, you know?” His hands clench as he stops himself from reaching for you. “We should get a cockring for next time.”
You ogle him, then smile excitedly. “Really?” you chirp.
“Totally,” he concedes. He smiles even bigger at your smile. “Don’t tell me you bought one already.”
“Uhm… No,” you admit with a pout.
“Dammit. It would have been weird, but I wouldn’t even have complained about it since it would pretty much save my ass right now.” He licks his lips, stares at you some more, and he groans and throws his head back at the renewed flare of arousal after he’d just managed to tone it down a notch.
“I’m so sorry, bunny.”
“I’m alright,” he admits, his tone defeated.
“Is this the right moment to suggest I ride your face?” you say, your grin now sardonic, almost drunk on him and the sight of his body shutting down for you, malfunctioning at the mere touch of you.
He stares at you, wide eyed, nodding energetically, like a kid being asked if they want to visit Disneyland. “Guess it took a half naked commercial to get you to finally ask for it like you own it.”
You roll your eyes at him. “Careful or I can keep going with torturing you. I’m liking it anyway.”
“No no no, come over here,” he says with a stern and determined expression on his face, his hands reaching for the back of your thighs. “I’ve been waiting. Get comfy,” he encourages you, and after some manoeuvring you settle on top of him.
He nods to himself, his nose nuzzling against the crotch of your panties, his mouth opening so he can feel your heat with his tongue, trying to get as close as possible.
Unsatisfied, his fingers reach to slip your panties to the side, but you slap at his hand.
“Nope. You wanted the Calvin’s, and we’re keeping the Calvin’s,” you scold him.
He frowns. “No, you were the one wanting them,” he argues. “Keep them on, you said.”
“Whatever.” You arch an eyebrow at him, but you also know he’s right and this decision has come to bite you in the ass. “Imagine how good it will feel once we take them off… And it feels a bit kinky to keep them on. Like… Like we’re having a quickie and everyone out there is waiting for model Jeongguk to come out anytime now, but once he does, well, he looks freshly fucked and everyone can’t stop talking about it— Oh, that!” you moan, your musings interrupted by Jeongguk trying to get bits of you in his mouth.
You’re thankful for the brazilian cut panties giving him plenty of stuff to work with even with the underwear still on.
“Stop me if it’s lewd but, dammit, I love the smell of you.” He drags his face side to side, basking in the damp, salty scent of your arousal. “I don’t even know what it is about it, but I like it so much.”
“Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” you comment, your voice breathy.
“Do you want me to keep talking?” he asks, and you just rub yourself against his chin, his mouth, and his words come out muffled. At some point you think you might have hurt his nose, so you ease the pressure a little, but he grabs handfuls of your butt and keeps you snug to his face, parts his lips wider as if he were really trying to eat you.
He parts from his designed heaven only long enough to announce, “I’m pushing ‘em to the side, fuck it.” And you’re barely coherent, and he’s speaking with that intimate lisp of his, his accent heavy, like he can’t pay too much attention to words anyway.
You don’t oppose.
In seconds, his tongue is tipping inside you, slippery, and so hot, and you moan without even noticing it. Everything is soaked, his chest is covered in perspiration, and so are your thighs.
You dare look down, and his eyes are closed as he is filling all his other senses with the sensation of you.
You bask in the sight of him, one forearm draped against the headboard of the bed, your other hand reaching down, to his fluffy hair currently tickling your inner thigh. You grab it, careful to be right between gentle and aggressive, in that way he finds so pleasant and sexy.
He opens his eyes suddenly, and the moment he finds your eyes already connected with his face, he finds himself more eager to give you just what you need to plunge into oblivion.
He gives you lush, slow licks, from your centre to your most sensitive spot, he takes his time, and moves into more sinuous motions, drawing curve after curve on his way up. He is unrushed, patient, and eloquent. He is luxuriant, explorative, curious.
He loves what he’s doing, and he loves you and he’s showing it, top to bottom, and all the way up again.
“Guk,” you breathe out, and it’s almost a hiccup.
“Yes, I know,” he murmurs against the bend of your inner thigh, right at the fold to your crotch. It’s so private, so sacred. It’s heartbreakingly yours and his and no one else’s. You’re in a shared space where nobody else can tell what you and him know.
“Please,” you manage to say.
He rearranges his arm so he can move two fingers along the seam between your legs, and then they’re inside, and he’s moving them right, rubbing them against the back wall of your entrance.
As you tip your body forward, he moans with his mouth to your clitoris, happy with the new angle, and once you start grinding against him, climbing your way to your climax, he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t go faster, he doesn’t add pressure. He does not change one single thing, and you’re so grateful for the way he has come to understand you, your body, your tells.
“Just right,” you encourage him. “You’re so damn perfect, love— Oh, there.”
That’s the last thing you can remember saying before he sets you off like fireworks. You don’t take much into consideration after that. All is fair, unless he’s holding you back.
You grind, hump, moan, thrash just a little as you get too sensitive and fold in two, your forehead pressed to your wrist on the headboard
as you shake your head ‘no’ but can’t bring yourself to stop from feeling everything he wants you to take.
When you manage to recover, you whisper, “Okay, gimme a second.” And you try to unstraddle his face, but he holds you there, and simply avoids touching your sensitive parts, removing his fingers from inside you.
“Are you alright, Candy?”
You nod and take some large breaths.
He moves your panties back in place, then kisses your mound softly, affectionate, innocent even.
“Can I do anything for you now, love?” He asks with a reverent, caring note in his voice.
You shake your head, still recovering. “Can I lay on top of you?”
“Sure thing,” he says, unlatching from you and leaving some room for you to realign with him, face to face, torso to torso, hip to hip, calf to calf.
He’s still hard as marble, and the gentle grind of your pelvis against his causes him to groan softly.
You press your lips to his to distract him.
The jeans jacket you’re still wearing gives him something to ground himself, his focus aimed entirely at the feeling of the fabric underneath his fingers instead of the humid warmth of your crotch pressed against his.
Just then, you bring your heels underneath your ass, rising to your knees as you swiftly remove your upper garment.
The way his focus moves immediately to your breasts makes you cackle a little, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it.
“Candy, you’ll have to get that tattooed.”
“Nah, too dangerous. They might tell on you.”
He frowns. “You’re right,” he still agrees. Too dangerous. You’re dangerous to him too, and there are not many chances of him keeping some form of dignity if he could at any time see a tattoo calling him out for his undying liaison with your chest.
He catches your wrists, making you lose your balance so that your torso collapses onto his. And he keeps you there, wraps you up in his arms.
“Still jealous, love?” he asks you.
“More than ever,” you admit, and you look into his eyes, recognising the feeling pooling in them.
“I'm only yours,” he swears, kissing the side of your head, whatever he can reach, and it's so tender, so innocent, so magical. “What can I do for you?” he whispers, flirting with you.
You wrap your hands around his forearms and bring them up above his head. “No. I want to do things for you.”
You press your lips to his gingerly, then start to kiss down, tracking his throat and moving further downwards, to his chest, stopping where his heart thumps against the petals of your lips.
“Beats so hard for me,” you comment lightly. “Do I make your heart race, love?”
“You do, Candy,” his reply is strained, as if it hurt to speak at that moment.
“But I—” You let your nails tickle the flat of his waist, the elastic band around his hips— “I also make your dick hard, don't I?”
He moans eloquently, then chuckles at your teasing. “You so do,” he admits, embarrassed but also excited, and so so thankful for having found you.
You grab the waistband of his underwear with your teeth, letting it slap against his skin with a dry snap. “Grab a pen from your bedside, will you?”
You look up just in time to catch his eyes flickering open, his expression coming to life slowly. “What?” he asks, confused.
“A pen, from your drawer,” you repeat.
“Oh.” He had been too unfocused and he hadn’t realised you were talking to him, as if the words were just sound with no meaning; however, now he’s paid attention, so he stretches to the side, exposing the slender twist of his waist to your reverent mouth. You kiss him there, his body contracting as your lips attack his ticklish spot.
“You’re a menace,” he complains, giving you the side eye, but also offering you a boyish, loving smirk.
“And yet, you love me.”
“You’re lucky,” he says, right before you nip at his skin in reprimand. “Okay, I am the lucky one,” he concedes, returning to you with a pen in his hand. “You want this one?” he asks.
You nod and stretch for it, then peck the mole beside his navel and make your way down.
His underwear by now is bitterly persona non grata, still you make yourself okay with it and simply move the elastic down, exposing his hipbone more fully.
“What you gonna do?” he muses, propping himself up and staring at you bent over his pelvis. You look at him and prepare the pen, staring in his eyes as you suck at your bottom lip, torturing it a little as you think.
“Are you gonna mark me? Sign me up?” he asks, a mocking grin on his face.
You move the pen away and loll your tongue out, drawing a thick stripe following the shape of him in his boxers.
He immediately drops his cocky act and arches up, sensitive, holding on barely.
“You think you’re so smart, huh?” you scold him provokingly. “Remember where this is all coming from,” you remind him threateningly.
He gasps as your mouth sucks his tip through the fabric, your nails tracing the indentations of his quads.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “You’ve got me.”
You nod to yourself. “I do,” you say, patronising just in the slightest. And because you can you rise, remove yourself from the way, and pull at his hipbone, trying to flip him around.
He’s alarmed, but he follows your lead. You straddle the back of his thighs, bend down, and move his underwear down, the elastic stuck under the fold of his ass, further emphasising it. It looks plump and delicious, and for a moment you’re caught admiring him.
He’s twisting his neck to try and see what you’re doing, filled with wonder at the way your hair tumbles over, and he’s mesmerised by the shine of it, the softness of the tips, like a brush, whispering at his skin.
You pick the right spot, then settle down, folded over his glute. His skin is hot against your touch and when you finally bring the pen to his flesh, you hope it won’t fail, despite the perspiration and the soft surface.
Shamelessly, you draw the words like an inscription on a stone.
Poetic, and dirty. Just the way you like it. However, you don’t give him the benefit of knowledge.
You lean back, watch your little handywork with a surging of pride and love and confidence. You smack it, just because you can, not hard, not soft either, just sweet enough that it doesn’t feel like a violation doing it without asking his permission first.
His muscles squeeze, and his breath catches.
Because I can, your brain keeps telling you, over and over, like a mantra. You’re allowed to. He’s yours and you’re the only one allowed to.
“You’re getting confident with this,” he comments, and suddenly your eyes are meeting.
He looks like something you would paint. Something you would dream of, and then wake up and sketch down in the middle of the night, caught by some sort of frenzy, some urgency mixed with an impending fear of forgetting, of losing it. Losing him.
“I’m gonna draw you.”
He doesn’t connect the words for a bunch of seconds. Not until you’re standing up and running out of the room and he asks himself, why, why the fuck is she leaving?
“Candy?” he calls, unsure.
He tries to see what in the world you’ve written on his ass, but you’re making your way back in the room, tablet in hand, and your steps are bouncy and your tits follow the movement so his attention is divided.
“What— Where—?” He’s confused.
And then you’re perched on the armchair at the corner of the room, and the light from your tablet reflects on your face, and you look spirited, caught by some urgency he can’t quite find a name for.
“Candy, for the love of—”
“Just a bunch of minutes. A quick sketch, no more.”
He’s been patient. He’s been understanding. He’s let you tease him, and he’s let you touch him, lick him, suck him. He still has your taste all over his face and chin and he still feels the phantom touch of your breasts against his crotch and all he wants is to feel you on him, around him, against him.
“Please,” he whines.
“Just a minute.”
He swells. Frowns. Thrusts his hips against the mattress.
“Almost—” you say, drawing a couple more lines.
You’re in his arms next. “Put that down, Candy.” His face is right above yours and he’s carrying you bridal style. “Put it down,” he repeats.
You're very still. He's looking at your quick sketch, at the way it was all a rough frame and some basic lines. “You're gonna post that? Share it as some fanart instead of a live portrait?” He throws you on the bed and you clutch your tablet harder, trying to save it from any damage. He's on top of you next, grabbing the device and moving it to his drawer before he returns upon you, blocking your wrists above your head.
“Are you maybe going to draw it faceless, so you can sell it as a picture, to decorate somebody's house?” He bends to your ear and nips at the side of your neck. “Let my ass hang naked on someone else's wall?”
You feel overwhelmed and surprised by his counterattack, not really knowing how to react.
He drags his body against yours, stealing a whimper from your lips. “I think you enjoyed topping a little too much tonight.” He flips you onto your front next, and you find yourself only mildly embarrassed that he's made only one tenth of the effort it had taken you to flip him.
He slaps your ass, and it is nowhere as playful or light as the spank you'd given him. It is his turn to grab the pen.
“Let's see if you can walk the talk, Candy. If you like the taste of your own medicine,” he muses, and he bites your ass cheek, bending over to start writing, but accidentally finding himself unable to resist the urge to sink his teeth in your plush flesh.
“Since I'm not a selfish asshole, I'm gonna tell you what I'm writing. Here we go, 'This ass likes spankings from Jeon Jeongguk'. What do you say? Is it true?”
You're panting, wiggling in his hold, trying anything to see the possessed look on his face. “It's true,” you admit, breathless.
He smirks and lands one more hit on your ass. “Damn right it is,” he says confidently.
He tugs your underwear off harshly, almost angry.
Soon he's naked, and so are you, and he's slipping inside you while you're still on your front, your hips arched all the way up, cupped by his hands. “Let's make this fuck more fun than your drawing, huh?”
And when he starts, goodness, you want him to never, ever stop.
He's ruthless, and he only asks if you're alright once, after three strokes. After that, all's fair, and he's ramming inside you in a way that makes you gasp and arch further, trying to get him even deeper, to an even better angle.
You can't really look at him, since you'd risk a kink in your neck, but he doesn't care. He only cares about his handwriting on your ass, and his name on it. He only cares about the way you're gasping his name, and sometimes, when he slams in at the right moment, the impact causes too much of your breath to come out, so the whispered begging gets punctuated by moaned-out, hiccuped syllables.
He smacks your ass a few more times, his hand tingling, but the spanks seem to make you happy, so he doesn't stop, and he doesn't complain either.
“You're jealous of me, Candy,” he manages to speak, slowing down just enough so he has more of your attention. “Do you have any idea how jealous I am of you? How hard it is to feel like you want to own me half as much as I want to be yours?” He's on his knees behind you, and his thrusts grow more patient, more luscious. Richer and fuller. “Sometimes I'm scared you'll leave me, and someone else will get to have all the wonderful sex I get to have with you. Someone else will get to see your face first thing in the morning, and become a character in your cartoons, and talk about you with their granny, and bring you home for New Year's.” His face collapses close to your shoulder. “What will I do with myself, then?”
You turn your face and you finally get to see him. “Flip me around,” you order him, but your voice is fond. “I want to look you in the eyes while you fuck me like no one else has ever.”
His hair is fuzzy with his perspiration, and his face glistens with a light sheen of sweat. “Sure?” he asks, in confirmation.
“I'm sure,” you comfort him.
He's only happy once you're below him, and he's on top of you, inside you.
You clench around him, and he frowns deeply, trying to control himself. Still, he gives a sharp jab with his hips, and it steals your breath.
“Like that,” you praise him. “I want you to fuck me like that. Like no one else can.”
His eyes stay wide open, stubbornly nailed to yours as he starts moving. It's hard and slow, and it makes you see stars.
“Do you still feel like drawing?” he provokes you, “Or am I fucking you good enough?”
You hiss and bite his arm, both to keep him humble, but also, again, because you can — and nobody else does.
“Maybe I could get on top of you so you can watch my tits bounce, and maybe that will make you want to draw,” you bite back, and next thing you know you're both sat up, you're on his lap and he's bouncing you on his dick.
“Definitely feeling inspired right now,” he concedes. “Maybe I should stop and paint them.”
You push him down and he's finally with his back to the mattress, you on top. “Or maybe you could shut your mouth and get busy so I can cum.”
The slap lands almost immediately on your ass. “Dirty mouth. And a fucking divine cunt,” he speaks through gritted teeth.
He lets you lead for about thirty seconds, during which he stays occupied with your boobs, grabbing them, slapping them, pinching your nipples, and then he grabs your hips and stills them.
“Touch yourself,” he orders your roughly before he starts fucking up from below you.
It escalates quickly from there, and in less than a minute you're gone, collapsing forward, against him, and he's so thankful because he's coming too and your kegels are squeezing him just right, and he only manages to say “fucking yours” before he abandons all his inhibitions and loses himself inside you.
You come back to reality only, and you find yourself tucked in his embrace, his body above yours. You don’t know when he flipped the two of you over, but you like his weight on top of you.
“Hey,” you murmur, combing his hair away from his face.
His expression is lazy and satisfied.
Well done, you tell yourself, almost giving a pat to your own shoulder. He looks fantastically fucked, deliciously edible and perfectly yours.
“Hey you,” he replies, with the most heavenly, blissful grin on his face. No, too tired to be a grin, more like a glowy smile. It’s not fully on, it looks like those battery-operated lights when they’re almost out of energy, a bit faded, or maybe pale. Faint, feeble, dim. Soft. Muted. If his bunny smiles were jewel tones, this was the most delicate pastel pink. A powder baby blue, almost robin egg blue.
You want to wrap yourself in the hazy glow radiating from him, gentle as a sunny dawn in late May.
“So glad you got those Calvin’s,” you joke, and there it is, bunny grin, ten million watts. Apparently that makes his battery die because his head collapses to your neck and he doesn’t seem willing or ready to lift himself back up.
“So glad I made you jealous. But also sorry,” he says, truly apologetic. “I’m happy we did this. I’m happy I saw you like this.”
His lips tickle the side of your neck, and you squirm a little, but you try not to move too much. You want to be comfortable for him to rest on. You want him to stay like that on top of you forever. “I’m still maddish. But I think I can deal with it.”
“There’s more pictures coming,” he says tentatively, and he makes the effort to pick up his head to give you a helpless look, trying to protect himself already by giving you the sweetest pair of puppy eyes he’s ever used on anyone.
“Oh, I’m totally getting your ass branded,” you reply, saccharine. “I was thinking I could make those ribbons, like the ones the police use, except I put my name on it and I wrap it all around your chest, so they can’t drool all over your abs.”
He laughs, and the sound is boyish and playful, and lovely. You fall in love a tiny bit more.
“Can I see the pictures in advance?”
He hums as he thinks about it for three seconds, except he already knows how he wants to play it. “Mh…” he says some more, keeping you on your toes. “No.” He looks up, testing you. “But let’s say I hope you get that cockring ready.”
You pull your head back, eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re not naked in your Calvin’s, right?”
He grins, gives you a devilish wink. “Maybe.”
You grab his cheeks and squeeze his face and he laughs so hard you can’t be possibly mad at him for even a nanosecond. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“And your tits will be it for me,” he flirts back.
You shake your head. “Brat.”
And he kisses you. Just that.
Before he hits the shower the following morning, Jeongguk inspects the damage you’ve done on him.
He’s quite happy with it. A very faint bruise on his neck. A red splotch on his abs, and another on his hip, but nothing that won’t fade within one or two days. He knows you know the drill by now.
He turns around to inspect his back, and he’s okay with it, nothing that will get him in trouble in case he needs to be shirtless or generically undressed around staff members. He drops his underwear and it’s only once he’s making his way to the shower that he notices something strange on his asscheek.
Oh, fuck. Suddenly reminded of your little handiwork with the pen the night before, he bends to the side, trying to get a better view at his ass.
He finds himself wobbling side to side, like a silly puppy chasing his tail, and that is exactly the way you find him when you enter the bathroom.
A laugh bubbles out of you and you smack his butt playfully. “Do you need help with that?” you ask, cheery.
“No,” he bites back, but he has the most innocent, pouty look on his face, and he is having fun a little. “Maybe,” he concedes, his voice young.
You wrap your arms around him and rise to your toes, propping your chin on his shoulder as you hug him from behind. “I wrote, ‘Candy’s babyboy’.”
His ears go red, just the tiniest bit. “Really?” His expression is so sweet.
“Really,” you confirm, confident, serious, and loving.
“You’re not making fun of me,” he asks, vulnerably.
“I promise I’m really, really not, Guk.” You kiss his shoulder. “You’re my babyboy. And my sexy man. And just mine, generally speaking.”
He nods, a happy, fulfilled look on his face. “Right.” He’s once more confident. Entirely adult.
“Love you,” you reassure him again, and then you kiss his shoulder, again.
He grins. There he is, your boy. “Love you too.”
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My drunk Baby
Summary: Filming a certain episode of Wanteez has left you with a more than just tipsy boyfriend! Lucky for him, he´s cute!
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You didn´t know what exactly what woke you up. Was it Byeol who had decided to grace you with her presence or maybe the honking of passing by cars? You honestly didn´t know!
With a quick glance at your LED-alarm clock you realized that it was already close to3 in the morning and San, your boyfriend had yet to join you in bed for the night.
It wasn´t unusual that he was staying late at the company or that he decided to go back to the dorm with Seonghwa and Mingi because of an early schedule, but today you could swear that he would be coming over after he was done filming.
Something about filming new content for Wanteez and having the day after off to recharge their energy!
San hadn´t gone into specifics about what exactly they were going to film and you had long given up asking since he had kind of made it a tradition to watch their content with you to see your reaction.
This time however you got a bit worried as your boyfriend always made sure to at least text you when he wasn´t coming home. That´s why you forced yourself to became a little more awake to reach for your phone in the dark.
The brightness of the screen almost blinded you and you had to blink a few times to get your eyes used to it.
Surprised to see that you had a couple texts from not just San but apparently half of the other members too, you read through them all.
The first thing you noticed was that all of them had apparently lost every sense of grammar they had.
The second thing was Hongjoong apologizing for something you couldn´t quite figure out. Wooyoung sending you at least 20 pics that wouldn´t load due to KQs horrible Wi-Fi and San sending you a voice message with almost 5 minutes in length!
The last one was a message from Seonghwa.
Pls come pck up yur boyfrien and tak care if him??? ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ -received 2:23 am
Are they… drunk???
Your suspicion proofed to be correct when you started listening to your boyfriend´s voice message. You could feel yourself going soft as you cooed at San stuttering his way through the message, repeating the same thing about 3 times before trailing of and end the message with a soft and tired, “…nd I luv *hicks* you m´bby…”
Not being able to spot the giggle from escaping your lips followed by a sigh, you sat up in your bed.
Byeol, not happy about being woken up from her slumber threw a sassy glare in your direction before going back to sleep.
“I´m sorry cutie,”
Your phone lit up again. Another message from the groups oldest member.
I knw your up! DON INORE ME AN GET SANNIE HOM!!! -received 2:34 am
Alright, alright! I´m on my way… Dorm or company? -sent 2:35 am
drm -received 2:36 am
thanxx ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ -received 2:36 am
With a loud groan which made Byeols ears twitch gently, you threw the warm blanket off of your body to get dressed, opting for a pair of grey sweatpants which belonged to San judging by the size and one of his shirts laying on top of the clean laundry basket, you had yet to put away, you grabbed your phone, a mask and your car keys and walked out of the apartment with a pair of cat ear slippers on your feet.
They had been a birthday gift from Haneul, your boyfriends sister claiming that she couldn´t not buy them for you, seeing as San was basically a human shaped cat!
The drive was shorter than usual with just a few cars passing by. It was in the middle of the night after all!
Suppressing a tired yawn, you parked the car in the private garage of the apartment complex, greeting the security guard who already knew you from your countless visits at the dorms and vanished inside the elevator taking you to the correct floor.
You always found it impressive how they always managed to be loud enough to already be heard outside in the hallway and knowing that they probably wouldn´t be able to hear the doorbell either way, you punched the security PIN into the lockpad and let yourself in.
What you saw, was definitely not what you expected.
Yes San, Seonghwa and Mingi weren´t the type to say no when offered a cuddle, but seeing 3 fully grown men clinging to each other like koalas to their mother, whispering and giggling in hushed voices together was not on your bingo card for the night…
Leaning against the wall, you continued watching the 3 unnoticed for a while.
You didn´t know what they were talking about since their hushed whisper was soft enough to not be heard where you were standing.
“hmm an y/n does ths thng with their tongu-“
“Sannie!?” hastily you cut the drunk boy off, preventing him from spilling more than he probably already had.
Sans head whipped around at the sound of your voice, happy to see you.
“YEOBO!”
Mingi flinched slightly at the sudden increase in volume from the older 99-liner.
You were honestly surprised he was able to pronounce the word properly with how droopy his eyes were, face dangerously red from alcohol and seemingly close to falling over even though he was still sitting, leaning against the back of the couch.
“Come on you big baby, let´s get you home and in bed!”
Upon hearing those words, the performer got up, looking a little like a newborn lamb I doing so, and stumbled over to where you were. Pressing a loud but still sweet kiss to your cheek before wrapping his arms tightly around your middle!
You waved at the two other boys left behind on the couch, fondly rolling your eyes as they continued giggling.
Careful, as to not let him fall flat on his face, you helped put on his shoes and led him out the door.
It was a short walk but turned out to take way longer as San kept swaying, slowly losing the fight against the sleepiness.
The security guard waiting in the garage, couldn´t hide an amused smile as he watched you drag your half conscious boyfriend to the car.
Once he was seated and you took your place behind the wheel, you wanted to start the engine but were ultimately stopped by San grabbing your face in his hands clumsily, turning you to face him.
With wide eyes and squished cheeks you stared at him.
“Kiss?” he pouted, lips pursed cutely and waiting for you to follow his request.
His eyes were almost completely shut sitting there patiently.
You weren´t able to deny him a kiss even on a normal day, let alone like this!
After having received his kiss, he happily let you go to lean back. Smiling satisfied.
“Cute,” you said quietly to yourself before putting the car in reverse an dpulling out of the parking lot.
It wasn´t a surprise that the giant boy fell asleep and thankfully he wasn´t as hard to wake up as you had expected with the way he had started snoring.
Byeol greeted you two at the door, wrapping herself around your lour legs before doing the same to San.
“Byeol-ah! Oppa´s home!”
Bending down to pet the cat, he almost lost his balance if you hadn´t reacted as fast as you did.
“Yes and oppa needs to go to be right now!”
He let himself get dragged into the bedroom, flopping on the bed and closing his eyes, ready to let sleep take over but you forced him to at least get rid of his jeans and into his sleep shirt before whipping the remaining make up away for his face.
Dazed, he watched as you gently took care of him, enjoying every second of the pampering.
“Why are you looking at me like that San-ah?”
The boy shrugged.
“Luv you so mch my bby! Thnk you for takin care ´f me!”
His words made your face feel exponential warmer than before.
Throwing the makeupwipe into the trash can, you came back to sit next to him, pulling the blanket over him before pressing your lips gently onto his.
“I love you too my drunk baby!”
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y/nwolff x Lewis Hamilton
fans suspect y/n and Lewis have a thing going on …is it true ?
y/nwolff
y/nwolff: my weekend 🏎🏎 (ps. sorry for doing you dirty on the last pic dad 😆)
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roscoelovescoco: I’s looks cutes 🐾
susie_wolff: my beautiful daughter 😍
y/nwolff: aweee love u mum 🫶🏻
lh44fann2: Awh she even added a picture of roscoe 🥺
user36: toto and susie are the king and queen of dilfs + milfs fr
user182: I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING
lewishamilton: think roscoe likes you more than me 😒
y/nwolff: roscoe for the win 💪🏼🐶
user64: LEWIS’ COMMENT.
formulaa1wags: they’re always around eachother at the garage…what if they’re dating??!!
User82: y/n has a boyfriend doesn’t she ?
formulaa1wags: no she and her boyfriend broke up last month she’s single now
user82: ohhh okay thanks !
f1wagupdatess
f1wagupdatess: y/n wolff and Lewis Hamilton <3
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user8282: ARE THEY TOGETHER OR NOT I NEED TO KNOWWWWW
Lh44luvra: irrelevant but look how cute Angela looks here !
_user126: I know right ! She’s an angel 🥺
user379: facts.
totowolffisthegoat: I wonder what toto thinks off all of this lmao
hater37: y/n is literally just a gold digger…
y/nnandlewis4eva: how is she a gold digger… her dads literally the team principal… plus she’s studying to be an engineer.
user289: I really don’t understand how anyone could hate on y/n ,look at her 😍😩
y/nwolff’s story
lewishamilton’s story
F1wagupdatess
f1wagupdatess: THESE ARE FROM LEWIS AND Y/N’s STORYS !!!!!!
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User_19: OH.MY.GOD
_44fan37: THEYRE BOTH IN THE SAME PLACE THEY HAVE TO BE TOGETHER !!!!🥳🥳🥳
user4773: he’s not single anymore 😖😖 but he’s so lucky cos y/n is hot asf
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username3739: the hottest
user4773: Y/N LIKED MY COMMENT ????
toottooottoto: I need totos reaction ajajdjs
user36 : I seriously hope they’re with each other.
lewlewluverr: Y/N LIKED A COMMENT ?? stop playing with us 😩😩 cmon tell us your together already 🤨
(AUTHORS NOTE- this is kinda sloppy again but oh well… part 2 ?)
#lewis hamilton x reader#f1 instagram au#instagram au#formula 1#mercedes amg f1#toto wolff#susie wolff#gr63#lh44#team lh44#lewis hamilton#lewis hamilton imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#george russel x reader
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Chris Motionless x Reader
Shades of Purple
Part 2: Violet
Warnings: Language, Mention of Ronnie Radke, angst, lil bit of fluff
A/N: So sorry this took a bit to come out, writers block is a bitch sometimes and now I’m in a band so some of my focus is with that, so please be patient with me :,)
(also that pic of Chris has me in a chokehold 🤭)
Taglist: @skulliecadaver-blog @witchyweeb34 @cookiesupplier @raydenrrobertson @sakuracyberhex @beaker1636 @lyschko666 @black-damask1999 @synthetic-wasp-570 @jilliemiw86 @tearfallpixie @vinyardmauro @thatchickwiththecamera @bloody-delusion-expert @th0ughts-pr4yers @zuberweirrd
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/740770553010454528/shades-of-purple
Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/742491105694810112/shades-of-purplel
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Y/N’s POV
“Oh, one more thing..” The man said, catching my attention. I stopped in my tracks to look at him. “That’s a lovely shade of purple on you, darling.”
I could feel myself blushing at his compliment. “O-oh, thank you.” I stuttered before turning my head quickly to hide my blush.
I could hear him chuckle before walking the other way.
“Be seeing you, little dove.” He said before he was gone.
Woah.
That man…
He was quite the charmer, wasn’t he?
The whole time I walked to the holding room, I thought about him. The way he spoke so intelligently, the way he smiled..
The girls must’ve taken notice of how I was acting based on their reactions while we were waiting for Todd and Elizabeth.
“Are you okay, Y/N? Your face is red.” Aurora asked, glancing at me with concern.
“Is it? Oh god.” I said, rubbing my arm.
“Run into anyone cute?” Estella asked with a wink.
I averted my eyes in the other direction, smiling shyly, “Perhaps..”
“Ooo, was he cute?” Estella asked curiously, leaning forward.
“Yeah, he was. He was rather charming..” I admitted, blushing a bit.
“Aw, that’s so cute! You’re blushing!” Aurora pointed out, smiling.
I laughed nervously and shrugged it off, “It’s not important though. It’s not like I’ll see him again anyway.”
“There you girls are!” Elizabeth shouted, walking into the room. “Come now, the bidding is about to start!” She guided us to the back stage, where a bunch of other people were standing.
“Make us good money now.” Todd said, walking to the back corner with Elizabeth, crossing his arms.
I could hear the spokesman welcoming everyone to the auction.
Here we go…
My last moments of freedom..
I could feel my heart racing, how I hadn’t passed out yet was beyond me.
The group of people got smaller and smaller as they were put on the stage for vampires to bid on.
I could see poor Aurora next to be out on stage. We shot glances at each other and waved goodbye for the last time. My heart hurt as I saw her walk away. I’d never see her again. I’d never see her or Estella ever again. My best friends would be gone from my life and that fucked with my heart.
There was one thing I couldn’t get off my mind however..
The encounter I had with that man still played in my head.
The way that he saved me from my possible death and acted as if it was no big deal..
A part of me hoped to see him again..
………………………………………………………….
Third Person POV
Little did Y/N know, Christopher couldn’t keep her out of his mind either.
She was a pretty thing, wasn’t she?
Yes, that girl in that plum purple dress had caught the vampire’s attention as she ran down those halls, desperately searching for that damned holding room.
He had watched closely as she bumped into Ronnie, and how he had almost taken advantage of her. He couldn’t have that, could he? Chris had already disliked the other vampire, and seeing him try and hurt an innocent pissed him off.
He took satisfaction in pissing off the other male and ruining his fun, but he was also happy to have helped her.
The way her cheeks flushed when he complimented her…simply adorable.
She had been very thankful to him for her rescue, but a bit anxious at the same time. Then it clicked when she mentioned the holding room.
She was one of the humans to be auctioned off.
The poor girl was probably terrified, what if she had ended up in the hands of someone like Radke? What if RADKE HIMSELF had her to himself? The thought of that disgusted him.
Originally, Chris wasn’t going to participate in the auction, just watch from the side. He had made the excuse to get a number just to get away from the annoying Ronnie. Now, he was going to get a number. That girl intrigued him.
Perhaps she was what he was in search of this whole time. He had to try.
He had gone to another room to receive a number. When he entered, all eyes were on him, intrigued by his presence. The person behind the table raised a brow.
“Huh. So the rumors are true. The mysterious Christopher Cerulli is participating in this year’s auction.” He said, handing the number to Chris.
#570
Chris chuckled, “Don’t expect to see me at future auctions. This is a one time thing.”
“Gonna drain the human slowly then, I see? Make em’ suffer? I like it.” The man said with a smirk. Chris mentally cringed at his words.
Of course he would. Disgusting pig..
Chris raised his brows before giving him a half smile, trying to hide his disgust. “Sure, think of it like that.” Chris turned and started leaving the room, “Good day.”
“Enjoy the bidding.”
Chris made his way down the halls and to the auditorium where all the vampires waited for the auction to begin. An usher escorted him down to his seat and Chris immediately froze when he saw who he’d be sitting next to.
Ronnie..
Ronnie glared at Chris, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Is there a problem here gentlemen?” The usher asked as Chris turned to him.
“There is. I refuse to sit next to HIM.” Chris said, crossing his arms.
“For once, I agree with him.” Ronnie added, a sour look on his face. Neither one wanted to be next to each other.
“Too bad, it’s assigned seating. Deal with it.” The usher stated before walking away. Chris cursed under his breath before begrudgingly sitting in his seat.
“Do not speak a single fucking word to me.” Chris muttered to Ronnie. Ronnie rolled his eyes in response.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our annual auction!” A voice boomed over a speaker. The two turned to see the spokesman on the stage. “This year marks 350 years of this fantastic event!”
The room erupted into cheers and applause. “Now let’s get this auction started, shall we?”
The first human stepped out, a young woman with long blonde locks and green eyes, wearing a baby blue dress.
“$100!” A voice echoed through the room.
“I’ve got $100. Do we have any higher bids?” The spokesman called.
“$250!” Another called.
“$250! We got $250! Going once? Going twice?” No answer from the crowd. “Sold to #47! You may claim your prize in room B.”
The poor girl had a look of fear on her face as she was escorted to another room.
Another woman was brought onto the stage. She had been sold for $430.
Then another was sold for $550.
Soon, Aurora was brought out onto the stage. She had been shaking with fear as she stepped onto the floor to be presented to the hundreds of vampires.
$400!”
“$400! Do we have any higher bids?”
$750!”
$750! Any higher bids for the lovely little thing?”
“$900!”
“900! Going once? Going twice? Sold to #652! You may claim your prize in room B.”
Y/N watched in horror as her friend was taken away. She could feel tears pooling in her eyes.
“No…poor Aurora..” She whispered in disbelief, feeling the tears running down her face. She knew her friends would be sold, but fuck… It hurt seeing the ones she cared about get taken away by those heartless demons.
She then saw Estella glance over at her with a look of sadness before she was escorted onto the stage. The tears started coming down harder.
No, no this wasn’t fair!
None of this was fair or right! It simply wasn’t humane.
Not like anybody else cared that it wasn’t fair. This event had been going on for centuries!
“Sold to #389! You may claim your prize!”
“Estella…” Y/N said, sadness completely taking over. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She broke down and started crying.
The only girls she had ever truly loved were now gone. She was alone. All alone.
“Oh for heaven's sake!” Elizabeth’s voice interrupted Y/N’s thoughts as the woman stormed over. “You’ll ruin your makeup with those tears! Quit the tears you brat!” She said, rubbing a handkerchief over Y/N’s face. Todd glanced over at the stage.
“You’re up next, Y/N. Now don’t disappoint us.” Todd warned.
“That’s right darling. Bring us good money with that beauty!” Elizabeth added, quickly changing her tone. Y/N could feel a pit of disgust pooling in her belly.
“I hate you both. I hope you rot in hell where you belong..” She whispered, glaring at the two before walking nervously onto the stage.
She could feel the hungry stares and greedy eyes take her in as she stood before the crowd. Ronnie was one of them staring at her like this.
Fuck..
“$900!” A male voice called.
“$900! Do we have any higher bids?”
“$1500!” Another voice called. This one sounded familiar. Eerily familiar.
Radke…
Y/N could feel herself become consumed with fear. She couldn’t end up with him, he’d be horrible, she could feel it!
“$1500! Any higher bids?”
Christopher’s eyes shot open as he realized who was on that stage. It was that girl…The girl in the plum dress. He knew he had to act fast. He couldn’t let Ronnie have her.
“$2,000!” Christopher shouted, earning a glare from Ronnie.
Y/N’s eyes widened as she recognized the voice. It was the man that had saved her! What the fuck was going on?
“$2,000! My, what a price!” The spokesman remarked, “Any higher bids?”
“$5,000!” Ronnie yelled.
“Holy- $5,000! Any-“
“$10,000!” Chris yelled back, interrupting the spokesman.
“$25,000!” Ronnie yelled, before leaning back, crossing his arms and smirking. It was in the bag for him. Nobody could beat that price and he knew it.
“Oh god..” Y/N whispered, her fate becoming oh so clear. It was terrifying.
Chris was about to lose the girl to that asshole..
He had to come up with a good price. Something he knew Ronnie couldn’t beat. He had to act quickly, this girl’s life could be on the line..
“$25,000! Going once, going twice-“
“$50,000!” Chris shouted, standing up. The whole room went silent. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat.
“Sold to #570! You may claim your prize in room B!”
Ronnie’s jaw dropped. Did he seriously just lose? He lost to Christopher, a man he had despised. He couldn’t believe it. Chris smiled with satisfaction.
“My what an exciting event!” The spokesman exclaimed cheerfully. “Thank you all for attending! See you next year!”
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Y/N’s POV
“$25,000!” I heard Radke’s voice yell.
Fuck.
I was screwed. There was no way I wasn’t ending up in the hands of that creep.
“$25,000! Going once, going twice-“ I could’ve sworn my heart stopped as the spokesman sealed my fate.
“$50,000!” That familiar voice shouted. It was that man..
“Sold to #570! You may claim your prize in room B!”
I stood frozen on the stage in complete shock. The man that had saved me from Radke had just won me over Radke…
I wasn’t sure what to think.
Should I be scared? Should I be angry? Should I be…relieved?
I mean…he did seem nice when we first met. Most probably wouldn’t have stepped in but he did.
But…was it because he didn’t like Radke?
Or was it because he cared about the safety of others?
Who knows…he could’ve just been buttering me up so I’d fall right into his trap of being his prey. He’d say all these pretty words and charm me, only to buy me and use me for food. I shuddered at the thought.
“Move it along.” One of the ushers said, grabbing my arm and dragging me to room B. I was too caught up in my thoughts to care that I was being manhandled. I was pushed into the room and heard the door close behind me.
There weren’t many people left in there, other vampires had picked up their humans. They all had this look of hopelessness, as if they had already accepted their fates. It was such a sad sight, rather depressing honestly.
The door opened again and I turned my head to see the man who had bought me. He glanced around before his eyes landed on me. He smiled softly as he approached me before standing before me. God he was tall. I felt small compared to him.
“Hello again, little dove.” He greeted, his voice was gentle. It was rather calming in a way, easing my nerves slightly. I was still pretty scared however. I bit my lip as I looked in the other direction.
He seemed to have sensed my discomfort so he reached his gloved hand out, gently guiding my face so I was looking at him. “I do not intend on hurting you in any sort of way, I promise. That’s the last thing I want.” He said, speaking softly.
“Then what do you want from me? Some sort of plaything? A slave?” I questioned, moving my head away and hugging my arms.
“I’ll explain things in private. Now is not the time, not in this place.” He extended his hand out to me. “Please, believe me when I tell you I have no intent on harming you.”
I was hesitant to take his hand. He could be lying to me to make me think I was safe. I looked back up at him, still feeling uncertain.
“Do you trust me, little dove?” He asked softly, his hand still extended as he patiently waited for my answer.
Did I trust him? Not really. Though it wasn’t like I had much of a choice anymore. Then again, he did save my life, twice thinking about it. Maybe he did have my best interest at heart.
I cautiously placed my hand into his, a strange sense of comfort washing over me at the feeling of his leather glove. His hand was much bigger than my own. He gave me a gentle smile as he intertwined our fingers. He led me out of the room and we started walking down the halls. There was an uncomfortable silence as we walked.
“I-I… never got your name earlier..” I muttered, breaking the silence.
“It’s Christopher, but Chris is fine.” He said, glancing at me.
Chris…
It had a nice ring to it..
“Y/N..” I said quietly, not looking at him.
“Y/N? How fitting.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” He said, smiling at me. I could feel myself blushing.
“Oh um, thanks..” I stuttered, looking away, feeling a bit shy now.
We walked outside to a black BMW which I assumed to be his car. He opened the passenger door for me and I stepped in, sitting down in the car. He opened the driver door and sat down and started the car. He started driving, and an awkward silence fell between us yet again.
“Listen, I truly have no intention of hurting you or drinking your blood. I don’t care for that. You don’t deserve that.” He spoke, breaking the silence.
He…didn’t want my blood? What?
“You…don’t want my blood?” I asked, a bit shocked.
“I don’t really need it. I usually just drink from something that’s sick or dying.”
“But don’t you get sick like that?” I asked, tilting my head.
He shook his head, “No, vampires are immune to diseases like that. We can only get sick from each other, which is still rather uncommon.”
Now I was even more confused. If he didn’t want my blood, then what did he want from me?
“Then…what do you want with me?” I asked slowly, watching as he pulled into the driveway of a rather large estate. He was silent, not speaking for a moment. He seemed to be in deep thought. After a few moments of silence before he looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.
“I know this may sound strange, but I went to the auction because…I was in search of a companion..”
#motionless in white#miw#miw band#motionless in white x reader#x reader#miw fanfic#fanfiction#fluff#angst#language#chrismotionless#chris motionless fanfic#chris motionless fanfiction#chris cerulli x reader#chris motionless x reader#christopher cerulli#chris cerulli#chris motionless#ronnie radke#vampire au#Shades of purple fanfiction
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While it’s stupid that people are arguing that AI art has no “soul”, it’s troubling that you made no mention at all of the concern many have about feeding AI with stolen art when you were clowning that ask. Just because that person was an idiot about that one part of the ask doesn’t mean they were an idiot about the other part.
firstable, the art isn't stolen. it is still on the artist's hard drive/website/portfolio. complaining about digital files being "stolen" makes you sound like the RIAA.
secondly, before you start arguing semantics about how "well obviously i didn't mean they were LITERALLY stolen, just used without permission," that's not even true either. the current legal theory they're operating on (until it gets challenged in court) is that the AI's output qualifies as a "transformative work", meaning it doesn't violate the original artist's copyright. your kneejerk reaction to this might be to expand copyright law to make this kind of use illegal, but that would also necessarily outlaw a LOT of art forms/techniques, like fanart, fanfiction, collaging, sampling, etc.
at a base level, these AIs aren't doing anything humans weren't already doing - human artists have been taking inspiration from other artists since the first cave painting. anyone telling you the AI is "just mashing together parts of existing art" or whatever has 1. no idea how AIs work because that aint it and 2. no idea how copyright works since "collaging parts of existing art" (which, again, is not what they're doing) is already explicitly protected as transformative work. we don't know enough about how humans OR AIs think to conclusively say that the way one makes art is quantitavely different than the other, and trying to make ethical or God forbid LEGAL judgements based on this imaginary, unmeasurable difference is a losing proposition from the start. there are reasons to be wary of AI art, but "the way an AI views my art and uses it to generate output is fundamentally different than how a human would do it, and that difference means that i am being wronged somehow" rings a bit hollow to me.
to be clear, there are definitely valid reasons to be wary of/dislike AI art. the main one that inevitably comes up is the impact it will create with artists who work on commissions. why would someone pay $50 and wait a week to get a picture of their fursona/concept art for their video game world when they could just punch a few sentences into an AI and have dozens of pics for cheap basically instantly? setting aside the obvious answer of "because most AIs actually suck at drawing really specific things", i feel like this is akin to complaining that the invention of the camera/daguerreotype put professional portrait painters almost entirely out of business. yeah, it did, and that sucked for them, but nobody would ever suggest boycotting the camera for those painters' benefit because that's the nature of technological advancement baybee!
also not to be a communist on main but i NEED to point out the possibly insultingly obvious fact that this is an issue with capitalism, not the "integrity of art" or whatever. the main negative impact the technology has on artists is potential loss of income due to competition, which would stop being an issue if your ability to stay alive was decoupled from your ability to work/sell your labor.
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Based off of real events. Some of them.
Miguel O’Hara/Fem! Reader/Peter B. Parker
very suggestive blurb
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Your phone lights up from its spot next to you on your bed, buzzing once as a notification came in.
You got a new match!
A second prompt followed.
New message from Peter B
You picked it up, opening the message, the words bringing a smirk to your face.
Peter B: Ngl… my friend and I both think you’re really hot.
You: Oh rlly?
Peter: Mhmmm
Peter: what’d you think about a triple date?
You: what would the three of us do on this date? I’m curious.
Peter: Drinks dinner and fun after.
Peter: All three of us.
Your eyes lit up at that. Peter was already an attractive older man but the idea of fucking him and his friend… It made a pleased shiver go up your spine.
You: I like the sound of that. If I give you my snap could I get pics of y’all?
Peter: Only if we get some back.
You: It’s only fair.
You sent him your snap and he’d immediately added you. When you added him back, a picture was waiting for you. You bit your lip in excitement as you opened it.
Oh, fuck.
You recognized the figure to the left. Its Peter, from Tinder, a lopsided smirk on his face as he pulls the other man into the picture. He’s wearing a worn shirt and sunglasses on his head, his 5 o’clock shadow evident. All in all he looked comforting and soft with eyes to match.
Then you saw his friend. His very handsome and very muscular friend. His hair was pushed back from his stern face, chiseled features set. His tight shirt highlighted his assets and the fact Peter had to reach up to pull him into frame meant he must have been tall. Like insanely tall. His eyes were dark but his overall demeanor didn’t reach them.
They were hot. Really hot.
You held up your phone and then sent them a picture back.
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Some conversation and videos of you shaking ass for them later and here you were, the three of you at a nice restaurant in upper Manhattan, squeezed into a booth with you in the middle of their bodies. Peter’s arm had been thrown over the back of your seat and Miguel’s hand was at your knee as you’d laugh at Peter’s jokes, even more so at Miguel’s disgruntled reactions to his friend. Sometime between your first and second drinks, Peter’s hand was playing at your necklace and Miguel’s was running up and down the length of your inner thigh, squeezing occasionally. Their voices had dropped, both of them coming even closer to whisper into your ear.
“Y’know,” Peter began, talking into your ear as his hand dipped from your neck to feel under the strap of your clothes, “Miguel here really liked those videos you sent us. What’d you say about it, Mig?”
Miguel grunted, not moving his face from where he was nosing at your cheek and hair, inhaling before groaning out, “Que maravilla.”
The tone of their voices sent a shiver through you, feeling as Miguel’s hand squeezed possessively at the skin under your skirt. Peter dragged his own fingers down your shoulder, dipping under the hemline to press his fingers against your nipple before shifting his arm so he could grab your tit under your clothes. They were feeling you out in the open, in a tucked away booth in a quiet restaurant. You could feel your heartbeat, like thunder in your ears what would’ve drowned out the two of them if it wasn’t for them talking into your skin. Peter whispering the dirty things they did last night while you were sending them videos, how excited they were to slut you out, all while groping you and using his cold fingers to play with your nipples. Miguel was distracted with tracing his middle finger over then length of your slit through your panties, pushing further into you as he told Peter how wet you were, and how fucking good you were gonna feel.
umm part 2?
#fanfic#spiderman smut#spiderman 2099#peter b parker#miguel o'hara#spider man: across the spider verse#spiderman fanfic#miguel o’hara smut#peter b parker smut
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Thank you so much for the support on LMS pt 1 <3<3
Tw slurs, just skip cartmans first texts on the gc
LITTLE MISS CARTMAN: pt 2 (KYLE X READER)
Stan stared at the message on his screen, there was no way this was real.
Stanㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:16
wait what, CARTMANS SISTER??
is this a joke ?ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✓ ✓ seen
As soon as Stan was writing his next text, he quickly got a reply from his best friend.
Kyleㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:20
Idk.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✓ ✓ seen
Kyle looked at his phone, he didn't know how to explain his feelings for the girl.
On one part, she was lovely, sweet and funny
On the other, she was his frenemies sister.
But it felt so good when their arms brushed against each other, or when she complimented him, or how his name just sounded so good when she said it...
He felt so confused.
The curly haired boy had a feeling inside his chest, he couldn't guess if it was love or anxiousness.
His thoughts got interrupted when he suddenly heard multiple notification sounds come from his phone.
Stan ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:30
what do you mean you don't know??
cartmans gpnna kill youu
not like he doesn't want to do it already...
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✓ ✓ seen
Kyle grabbed his phone quickly and layed on his bed.
Kyle ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:30
She's just so different from him.
My whole perspective for her changed in such a short period of time.
Didn't you notice how she shut Cartman off the other day?? She was amazing.
She is amazing.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✓ ✓ seen
Stan ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:34
huhh 🫤 I guess you were serious
i'd say go for it
maybe I can ask wendy if she has her number
or just ask her yourself
also did you like my sparky sticker I made it ywsterday lmao
Juet ask her out?, Kyle wishes it would be that easy.
Maybe he could try. Just maybe things could go right and... they could go out...?
Kyle's head was full of thoughts about her.
Once again, his phone dinged. This time it wasn't from Stan.
Cartman haters
Kenny changed the name of the groupchat to "Cartman haters"
Cartman ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:47
Kenny shut up your poor and a fag
I don know how you even have a phone
Change it
Kenny ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:48
Not until you pass me the answer to question number 3‼️‼️ you know damn well we have to do this work thing together
Cartman ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:49ㅤ
You know that not giving me admin on the group is fatphobec
Your racist kenny
Kenny silenced Cartman
Kennyㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:49
Also cartman, it's "You're"
@KYLE I know you did it, can you give me the answer
Please, or I'll ask Y/N maybe
I'm on my knees not only begging but also
Kyle ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:50
No.
Do it yourself.
Also stop using those dumbass reaction pics for everything...
Kenny ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ12:52
~
Kyle laughed at his friends actions and shut his phone off.
And just as he was dazing and about to fall asleep...
Cartman ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1:01
Kayle
Why are u partners whith My sister
Dont even try to date her!! she wold never be friends a jew like u
Kyle just stared at Cartman's message.
Kyle ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1:02
We're partners because the teacher assigned us together
She's her own person she can hangout with whoever she wants
Also learn how to type.
Satisfied with his response, the boy shut his phone off and finally went to sleep.
Sorry for it being so short!! I'll write tomorrow the next chapter where things get more interesting... <3<3
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TWISTED WONDERLAND BOOK 7 CHAPTER 2 SPOILERS. (summary, kinda. dont trust me a lot on literal translations its more of a general summary and i could be wrong with some things. also its kind of live reaction so. yeah. this shit is long btw. too much lore.)
no spoilers in tags, but beware that i will be spoiling the whole chapter for people who cant wait for the full translation/people who cant read it
we begin.
>lilia is asking malleus to use the dorm for a “im going away lol” party that apparently the whole dorm is organizing??? damn lilia way to make malleus sad lmao
>MALLEUS IS INVITED!!!!!!! HES INVITED HE GOT AN INVITATION AND EVERYTHING!!! SOBS. he even accepts it this is a glorious day for dragonchan
>uhhh something i dont fully understand but goes along the lines of malleus.. had gao gao kun.. FOR 17 YEARS??? AND WHEN SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THE TOY HE WOULD GO TO LILIAS HOUSE FOR HIM TO HELP HIM??? omg thats so fucking cute help
>basically more talk about how time goes away way too fast for malleus
>lilia comments how the more time you spend with someone the harder it is to say goodbye (bestie arent you going away like too easily then? sus.)
>lilia left and OOP. MORE MALLEUS BLOT. NOT GOOD. malmal is very confused??
>lilia goodbye party already??? wtf thats fast
>so apparently every single character is going to be here (almost...)
>hmh where the fuck is malleus? lol what
>trey says something along the lines of lilia having a hmmmmmm unique??? way of cooking LMAO. lilia thanks trey for his cooking advice (YOU DIDNT LISTEN EVEN ONCE WHAT THE FUCK LILIAAA)
>cater....... hes so sad about lilia leaving the music club :((( he thanks lilia for being friends and they take a pic together waaaaa ;;
>lmao leona appeared and lilia is teasing him so much bcs leona is glad to not see lilia again
>LEONA WANTS TO LEAVE BUT RUGGIE SAID “NO??? THIS IS FREE FOOD??? R U DUMB” HELP
>octavinelle time! lilia basically gives all of them advice (azul dont be too greedy or it will kill you wwwww)
>floyd says something like “why are you leaving actually” and lilia says something along the lines of “i dont want you to see the ?? me?” the what you i didnt understand that part what are you hiding little bitch
>KALIM BASICALLY SAID THAT IF LILIA GOES TO HIS COUNTRY HE WOULD HAVE VIP TREATMENT FROM HIS FAMILY HELLO? and jamil comments how kalim wanted to gift him an instrument but they needed a TRUCK TO MOVE IT???? tf were you giving him, an organ?
>now to pomefiore, vil comments how malleus restored his beauty at the end of book 6 and wonders if they can do a magic transfer (?) of the same type to lilia and he says nah
>BECAUSE HES JUST OLD
>pomefiore is like ? arent you the same age as us
>LORE BOMBSHELL, LILIA SAYS HES ALMOST 700 YEARS OLD??????? (way less than i expected?? lol)
>LMAO THEYRE SO SURPRISED. rook asked if malleus is as old as lilia and lilia said that malleus is younger??? or that hes as old as them??? i didnt get that very well but something along the lines of malleus being way younger than lilia basically
>lilias family members are supposed to reach 1000 years old but apparently lilia was to eager? well not that, like he fucked up by playing too many games and that somehow made him old very fast? what (i think this might be a misstranslation help because it doesnt make a lot of sense. but something along the lines of lilia being 700 or so and his family being much older usually but him not reaching that age)
>cant remember exactly where it was but lilia also coments about how the dragons usually live much longer and that 1000 years for them is like peak maturity, when they become adults
>IDIA IS CRYING BECAUSE HIS GAMER FRIEND IS RETIRING FROM GAMING BUT HE WONT FUCKING CONNECT THE DOTS AND REALIZE ITS LILIA LMAO
>HE FORGOT TO ASK HIM HIS CONTACTS HELPPPPP
>also apparently him and lilia were their own best and first friends in online games?
>oh malleus and silver time! theyre in the main road to the main building
>malleus is throwing a mild tantrum (?) and he made snow??? apparently
>silver fucking crying because he wasnt able to do anything for his dad bruh malleus feels the same
>more malleus blot?? what the fuck thats fast
>UH OH MALLEUS HAS AN IDEA. that cant be good.
>back to the party, first years time
>basically all thank lilia for everything
>i think ortho knows about lilia and idia being gamer friends but wont tell them??? he just said that idia didnt want to come and hands lilia a list of everything idia is playing (and lilia is surpised because most of the games are the same BUT HE WONT REALIZE) so maybe they can play a match before he retires i guess???? theyre so close to finding out but they wont fucking do it im going insane
>idia didnt come to the aprty btw he is the only character that is not there because he was mourning his friend quitting the game lmao
>lilia thanks yuu once again for being friends with malleus?
>HUH? A DREAM???? BUT YUU IS NOT ASLEEP TF
>yuu asks lilia if they can do anything for him and lilia asks the first years to be friends with sebek because poor croc hasnt made a single friend rip
>lilia apologized for sebeks behaviour bcs ace i believe said that he was so rude and said to sebek to behave but sebek.... refuses? lol
>LILIA IS GOING ALREADY AND MALLEUS AND SILVER ARE NOT BACK YET STOP.
>apparently lilias card for nrc arrived 500 years ago but he didnt care back then? so when malleus received his much later he went along with him (and he thanks crowley for letting him enter the school 500 years later lol)
>LILIA IS GOING
>MALLEUS AND SILVER ARRIVED ON TIME!
>malleus is really happy everyone is there
>??? the party said that no gift was needed but malleus is brining lilia a gift anyways, a “blessing”. uhhhh.
>m. malleus is like way too happy about this. hes saying something along the lines of “today we dont celebrate an end but a beginning” uh. not good.
>this bitch is way too happy tf
>BASICALLY MALLEUS PLAN IS THE MUGEN TSUKUYOMI HELP?
>ORTHO IMMEDIATELY DETECTED BLOT RISING
>crowley is fucking alarmed and he lets everyone use their magic
>malleus regular battle HE HAS 300K HP AND REGENS 60K EVERY SINGLE TURN??????? BASICALLY AN IMPOSSIBLE BATTLE LIKE THE FIRST BATTLE IN THE GAME AGAINST THE CHIMERA
>you will lose this battle
>lilia tried to make magic to stop him but says something like “this body cant even do magic like that anymore?!” tf you mean “this body” do you have other bodies like dottore or what
>everyone is scared shitless HUH
>lilia is now insulting malleus calling him a dumbass or smth and saying that he doesnt know what hes doing and malleus screams that hes doing this to not lose him HELP
>sebek and silver are trying to calm things down, it obviously doesnt work
>malleus says something about grabbing his hand??? scary
>he gave his blessing! its a long ass spell btw. i think his “blessing” is his unique magic
>DAMN THAT LILIA SCREAM
>MALLEUS FUCKING OVERBLOTS. ALREADY???
>THE WHOLE SCHOOL WAS COVERED IN THORNS AND EVERYONE FALLS ASLEEP???
>malleus saying something about 1000 years will pass very quick wtf
>”you will become the heroes of the story”? malmal says something like that
>AND NOW
>AND FUCKING NOW
>WE RETURN TO THE TWISTED WONDERLAND LOGO. THE ONE FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME. WHILE MALLEUS HUMMS ONCE UPON A DREAM.
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.
THE TIME LOOP THEORY? HUH?
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Anon: The AP is an American newspaper that withdrew Catherine’s photo due to evidence of photoshop.
Celta, this is incorrect information. The AP (Associated Press) is not an “American newspaper.” It’s a non-profit associated news agency est. over 150 yrs ago in the US, but now international in reach and coverage. In other words, it’s a news clearing house, so to speak, where news reporting (incl photos) by thousands of reporters/outlets all over the world is submitted and then distributed to various newspapers, TV networks, and online media.
The AP routinely requires news photos to pass high standards of “tech truth” (ie, no more than minor photoshopping, or none). This is a good thing. This went off the rails with Catherine’s photo because 1) it was NOT a news photo, per se, but a personal pic posted on a non-news IG acct (KP’s) and therefore should not have been subjected to this level of scrutiny, but 2) given the context of C’s recovery, it became news, and 3) the level of actual photoshopping (called the “mirage %”) was very low - in the teens.
Compare this, for example, with the level of photoshop manipulation found in the official group photo released by the Sussexes of Archie’s christening…the “mirage %” is a whopping 43%! So, H&M, prepare to have ALL of your pics analyzed and exposed as well (H’s “hair,” M’s “smooth” complexion, moonbumps, A/L’s “ginger” hair and “blue blue blue” eyes, etc). In particular, I can’t wait for the public analysis of your “QEII and PP meet infant Archie” photo lol! Be aware, too, that Sussex pics have been “killed,” as well, in the past by the AP (eg, the 2019 Sussex Christmas photo w A). I’d love to see a photoshop analysis of their family-of-four Christmas photo (w infant L being held up in the air by M).
IMHO, I do think that MM herself, or a Sussex surrogate, contacted someone at the AP to initiate the scrutiny of C’s pic. We already know she’s done this in the past (a/g Piers Morgan) by directly contacting the head of ITV when PM doubted her Oprah lies. Ultimately, PM was exonerated, though, and MM’s lies exposed. The same will happen here.
Also, kudos to Lady Kinnaroch (sp?) for her intriguing tarot reading/theory that C deliberately masterminded this scrutiny of her innocent photo in order to catalyze equal scrutiny of MM’s pics. Catherine, the Queen of 3-D chess! I like this theory a lot! Let’s start turning over the slimy Sussex rocks and exposing them to the cleansing sunlight of Truth. If we’re lucky, it’ll set off a chain reaction leading to the exposure of their surrogacy/LoS scam.
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Hi Nonny,
Thank you for the correct information about Associated Press.
I wish they would analyse all of the Harkle’s previous news photos - you know, the ones they put out while they were royals - and see if they reach those high standards. Personally I think AP came down hard just because the picture was put out by The Prince and Princess of Wales, but I could be wrong.
I also think this was instigated by Meghan, especially given the PR she has put out about how she would never do such a thing etc.
Is there any way the public can demand AP scrutinise a certain photograph?
I will tag Lady Kinrannoch so she sees your message to her: @ladykinrannoch
I would love to see the Harkles exposed for the fakes and hypocrites that they are.
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Lotta hoopla for pic of two trees.
For real.. you can't make this up what people read opposed to what I simply wrote! One word and this fandom gets its nickers in a twist.
Did I wrote it was a photo of Christmas from his tavern?
Pretty sure if I would have posted it I'd be accused of stalking his family and more. and what's there to see? Nothing!
Nor did I wrote it was pic from the Christmas set up.
And consequently am a Sam hater. Simply because I answer 2 anons gave a summary of events on the trademark issue. All documented and you can look it up.
And yes, I don't see his 'thank you' as just a polite 'thank you'. He knows exactly what he is doing. I've seen this before, losing a case like this. He isn't the nice guy at such point. That's not hate, that is pure observation. He's thanking that fan now, not 3 months ago, or half a year ago or a year ago. This woman has be posting daily defaming letters openly on sm about Her Sasse. I wanna see what your reaction would be if someone did that to him! And if that someone is encouraged to continue this, which his 'thank you' surely is, and he knows that. That's his passive aggressive reaction on him losing the case. That is for sure not an innocent and polite 'thank you'. If he intended to comment with an innocent and polite thank you, than he could have done that months, years before already. It's quite telling he does it now. And if he had good intentions, why not tell the fan to cease posting these letters and terminate the petition, as it is of no use. He wont get the protection for that trademark on the EM by it. The only thing she will achieve is more defamation for Her Sasse's brand and business. Someone who worked hard for years to keep his family business alive. Why do you all fail to see that side? I don't hear you about that. You can agree to not agree, fine. But telling I hate him is another level.
And a happy new year to you all as well
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Brace yourselves Stolitz fans, I think it’s gonna get bumpy. We kind of already knew that but I think it might go longer than we hoped?
So last night I shared my Stolitz pic with my DnD group, I’m doing art for their characters and we have an art space in our game discord and a few of them watch Hazbin and HB. An IRL friend who is also an HB fan asked about the OC in the pic and I shared it was based on the rumor that Stolas is getting a new boyfriend, they could be a parrot potentially voiced by Harvey Guillen but that this was not confirmed or anything. He said “HMMMM that jives with what her assistant told us.”
I’m like “What! Tell me. “
I guess while waiting in line for her to sign for the person in front of them at Mega they were chatting with an assistant and said they loved Look My Way and were interested in where the Stolas and Blitzø story was going. The assistant said they had seen the rest of Season 2 and “You may not love the way it goes if you like the coupling”.
I spiraled immediately, like full on upset. Bitch I cried. I’ve spent hours analyzing this cartoon and that broke me a bit. I’m not necessarily concerned with my ships being “endgame”, I’ve shipped lots of couples that rarely interact just for interesting dynamics. Or couples where one half is literally dead in canon, where they are mortal enemies and not in an enemies to lovers way etc. It just seemed so final and is contradictory to everything the show has setup so far and what I’ve been enjoying about the show and it really fucked me up if I’m honest. I also have a really bad brain though and I know this. I’m not equipped to rationally think about it.
I hesitated to even share what was said because I dislike bumming anyone out but as a speculation and spoiler goblin I’d also like people to share with me so I can prepare myself?
Ive had some time to sit and process and cope a bit “is that information really that different than what we have already?” And the short answer is no, not really. It’s also like their job to tease fans. It was also one sentence I didn’t even actually hear with my own ears lol. My brain just did what it does and took it to the worst place. I took it as “they are killing it completely” and are about to destroy the only reason I enjoy this show so much. Which maaaaay have been an over reaction but I can’t like, help that.
I just honestly cannot fathom how they could so sharply pivot at this point and have it make sense? I can’t fathom why they even would. I don’t even know what role Stolas could possibly have in that scenario. I think that was what upset me the most, Stolas is my favorite and his entire character within the world of the show is completely dependent on his ties to Blitzø to be part of the narrative because he has no ties to IMP outside of it. The idea of him being shelved, even temporarily, is upsetting to me. The show so far is not setup to view characters lives outside of Blitzø and IMP so I can’t see them having Stolas go off and do his own thing without removing him from the narrative completely.
I’m just sad about it and I think I’m putting too much thought into it. Maybe they just meant what we’ve thought all along and that we wouldn’t be happy because of the boyfriend character, and as I’ve said before the split up absolutely has to happen for them to reconcile and come back together. It is actually a good thing story wise for that to happen but the phrasing (though second hand) just depressed the fuck out of me so I wanted to vent a bit and maybe get some outside perspective from people who’s brains work better than mine. It’s possible this is a situation where i know a thing “Stolas is getting a new boyfriend” because I am terminally online and gobble up every like react and ambiguous emoji and assign meaning to it, and the assistant was just talking about that same information assuming my friend didn’t know that (he didn’t) but because I already knew it I’m assigning new meaning to it as if it’s additional different information. That’s a distinct possibility.
Even if it’s the worst case scenario, I’m not a hate watcher, if I don’t like the direction something is going I bitch a bit in mourning and then remove myself completely. So I’ll see how it plays out and see if it makes sense narratively. Maybe I’ll love the direction, who knows. If it what’s we originally speculated based on the narrative setup so far, the boyfriend character is a catalyst to help Blitzø reconcile his feelings and to let Stolas do his own healing and character development but it all that leads to the completion of the story they’ve been telling up to this point that’s perfect. If it leads to less Stolas and a completely different direction than what we’ve spent 1.5 seasons on so far, I don’t know how I would feel about that. I want it clear though I wouldn’t be mad at the creators, it’s their story they can do what they want, and I’m sure others will enjoy whatever they offer up but I personally would just quietly move on to something else.
I’m interested in how others view the response. Just a tease about the boyfriend, and thinking we’ll be unhappy because of that but ultimately it’s going how its been setup? Or should I break out my violin and start up “Nearer, my God, to thee”. I just really need some better brains to give me some perspective,
#helluva boss spoilers#Stolitz#Stolitz spoilers#this was more to share an additional piece of evidence#but also to work through my feelings about it#if you have a perspective I’d love to hear it
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TCR EPISODE 9
Fuck- this episode was so tense and heartbreaking but so so good! Definitely the toughest episode to watch so far. Masterclass in acting from all the cast involved! Major spoilers below!
1. With minimal dialogue from Danny this episode Tom brilliantly spoke through his eyes/body language to convey Danny’s inner thoughts/emotions. I truly was heartbroken watching Danny watch Candy betray him and stay loyal to Marlin. Also his face during the final scene! I truly couldn’t handle it.
2. The actress playing the DA is eating fr. I will definitely have to check out more of her work! Christopher Abbott has also been giving a wonderful performance these past few episodes. I’m such a big fan of his work and TCR has been a great addition. They truly are the backbone of the trial and have been doing a great job raising bigger issues/questions about Danny’s overall place.
3. Annabelle, Angelo, and Jerome taking the witness stand was a great addition. You could tell that they all were sort of empathetic to the internal struggles Danny has been dealing with(whether or not he deserved it in those specific situations). Jerome-I love you fr! I’ve loved his performances from these past two episodes and am grateful that he has been able to show a more gentle/vulnerable side to Danny and his alters.
4. Candy! I appreciate that the episode established that she was at the receiving end of abuse too. “Guilt or Grief, which one can you bear” is such a banger line and it was interesting to see how Candy reacted to it. I HATE that she did that to her own son but I get why she was so afraid. She wasn’t ready to lose everything so she decided push her own son further away by lying. Truly a shame fr! I hate Marlin so so so much! Appreciate the actor giving this role his all because he’s truly made Marlin such a despicable character lol. The look of heartbreak between Candy and Danny after she took the stand will haunt me.
5. The final scene! I had such a visceral reaction to this scene it was crazy! I knew that the binder clip was going to come back in a dangerous way. The look of solemn terror but also relief after Danny harms himself was so heartbreaking I legit started to sob. I do appreciate the show not showing the action of abuse or self harm but rather the characters reactions to it. I think this is a really smart way to emphasize the emotional/psychological toll it takes. I have a lot of questions about the outcome of Danny’s action in this scene but i guess we’ll find out more next week!
6. Spoilers!- From the set pictures and locations used during the filming of episode 10 it seems that whatever the outcome of the trial is Danny hopefully (eventually) gets sent to a mental facility upstate! Looks like some time has passed and Rya goes to visit Danny. He even has his scars from where he harmed himself! I’ll put some of the set pics below! This is truly saving me from having a full freak out about this episode lol.
Hopeful that we get to have some closure for Ari, Jonny, and the other alters in some capacity in the next episode. Hopefully Candy steps up in some way in the next episode as well. I also am looking forward for Danny’s defense (including Rya) to get a fucking win in the incoming parts of the trial. This show has truly done a great job giving example to the nuanced history mental illness has had within the social/judicial/political systems at play here in the U.S. Can’t believe we’re at the finale already! Looking forward to seeing these storylines get wrapped up. Great job all around! Bravo Tom!
My episode ranking so far:
9-8-7-6-3-5-4-2-1
#looking forward to next week-the finale!#tcr#the crowded room#tcr spoilers#the crowded room spoilers#tom holland#will probs add more as I make sense of my thoughts#such a good episode
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urgh it took me WAY too long to figure out how to edit this pic (at first i wanted a selective blur bc that looks more ~sophisticated~ but could not figure it out on canva so...here we are 💁🏻♀️)
D-35 DAYS TO FREEDOM
time is moving too fast and too slow. (i am soooooo not prepared for exams and i will definitely not enjoy having to cram all that info into my brain, worrying i'm not actually gonna remember what i need to for the exam, and even if i do, i tend to feel disappointed in myself bc the study methods i have to use for expediency's sake won't allow me to remember all of the info long term. but at the same time, i just wanna be free already and catch up on all the non-school activities i've been pushing to the side.)
learning:
psyc lab ✅
last psyc ch for this week ✅
finish notes on a psyc ch i left from last week ✅ (i was confused and wanted to wait for an answer from the teaching team but i'm not gonna wait anymore)
finish biochem section 2 ✅ (i am almost done but i can't focus anymore...irdk how i'm gonna memorize all the enzymes and reactions and how they're regulated and make sure i understand amd remember everything, including all that won't be tested 😖😫 i really need to stop putting that pressure on myself to become an "expert" in this course material this semester. that kind of familiarity takes years of repetition.)
self-care:
change bedsheets ✅
physio exercises ✅
🎶 blue christmas - elvis presley
#studyblr#studyspo#stemblr#stem student#stem academia#100dop#100 days of productivity#100 days of self discipline#chemblr#women in stem#stem studyblr#bioblr#100 days of studying#study aesthetic#becoming that girl#cozy academia#cozy aesthetic#warm aesthetic#emotional support plush#heyfrithams#heydilli#heyharri#bujo inspo#mittonstudies#diaryofastemstudent#astudentslifebuoy#gloomychallenge#student life#study motivation#bujoblr
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Who fumbled the trope better: The Rise of Skywalker or Picard Season 3? (long post by a hater)
1. Everyone's Related
- TRoS: retcons the story to make the protag someone's kid; it's a big reveal with little time to process; odd things are apparently genetic (like shooting lightning and being evil and goth); she rejects her heritage and chooses a different family, who are all dead; the emotional peak is a father ('s ghost) redeeming his wayward son; nepo kids get together, sorta; a claustrophobic sense of being trapped in the past and made intentionally inferior to the famous
- PIC S3: protag has had a secret kid this whole time; it's a big reveal with little time to process; odd things are apparently genetic (like bravery and accent); inconsistent with other legacy character's parental experiences (Geordi's daughters are second-tier characters who parallel Jack's rejection-acceptance-nepotism arc; Riker and Troi's kids are briefly but emotionally discussed; one emotional line about Wesley; one unemotional line about Lal; utter absence of Alexander); the emotional peak is a father redeeming his wayward son; as Picard's unqualified son and Geordi's qualified daughter get jobs on the bridge of Starfleet's flagship, Picard says, "Names mean almost nothing," and his son responds, "Names mean almost everything;" nepo kids get together, sorta; a mind-numbing sense of conservative family values and reassuring some very insecure people
2. Lesbian Queerbaiting
- TRoS: in the final celebration homage to RotJ, two minor characters kiss in the background; this spawned the "live slug reaction" meme that has now manifested as a homophobic inside joke in Jedi: Survivor
- PIC S3: Seven and Raffi got together in S2 and became Trek's first lesbian couple between two major characters (DISCO already gave us Trek's first major gay couple), but they broke up before the events of S3; they are coworkers in the end of S3, but are not back together because of...
3. Fear of Shippers
- TRoS: Finn is clearly into Rey, but it's unclear if she likes him back; Rey and Kylo kiss sans romantic music, but then he dies and she does not see his ghost; two more women are introduced to pair with Finn and Poe, but none of them get together either; it's unconfirmed, but the vibe is that they didn't want to commit to anything to try to please everyone
- PIC S3: the vibe is the same and it is confirmed:
(by "that scene," he means Picard returning to Laris)
Both franchises also had a focus on an interracial relationship (Finnrey and Saffi), then have the Black person hang out mostly with another Black character (Jannah and Worf) while the white person hangs out with mostly white characters.
4. Bad Boy Braincontrol
- TRoS: somehow Palpatine returned, and he's been in Kylo's mind this whole time; that's why he's evil, not anything of his own free will, just the old story impressing itself upon him (he still has to die though); you know this villain, just defeat him with the power of love like you did last time
- PIC S3: somehow the Borg Queen returned, and she's been in Jack's mind this whole time; that's why he has intrusive thoughts, not because that's a thing that happens to people, just the old story impressing itself upon him; you know this villain, just defeat her with the power of love like you did last time
The visual similarities of Zombie Palpatine and Zombie Borg Queen are remarkable -- physically trapped in dusty corners by creepy machines -- and would be even more interesting if I could actually see them in these dark rooms. This design, which suggests an elderly person immobile in a hospital, actually makes me feel a lot of pity and affection for them. It certainly would have felt far more heroic to help these poor creatures than to rather easily defeat them.
5. We Love Objects
- TRoS: Kylo's private room is literally a museum with curated displays of old props; fetch quest video game-y plot; lots of attention paid to whose lightsaber does what and goes where
- PIC S3: let's break into the museum of old props; kitschy oil paintings of the Enterprise and Picard on the walls; the most unearned and half-hearted "long shots of beloved ship leaving space dock" sequence in a franchise full of such sequences
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Giving yourself peace🎀
Living at peace is one of the most enjoyable lifestyles ! When you give yourself the time to be alone and really self reflect, you find yourself being more productive, a better mood, and just relaxation. Don’t know where to start? Let me guide you!
Black Barbie’s tips for living at peace🎀
1. Block anyone that you don’t like/ have issues with or unfollow any account that brings you the wrong energy/mindset.
Once you stop associating with someone, why would you want to keep their number? Or even their social media. That should be an immediate no. For all you know, they could be stalking your page just to find something to use against you! Blocked & deleted. Also unfollow any toxic accounts on platforms. (Instagram, Tiktok, X) etc. Once you start finding peace, you wanna watch videos or listen to advice that is actually useful and will help you in the long run. Follow motivation accounts, iconic quotes, even pinterest can bring you peace just with their visualization.
2. Avoid arguing and drama!
Some may feel the need to argue or step up as soon as someone says something about them & charge. Yes we all might have that feeling (I get it too sometimes) but once you become cool, calm, & collected, (the 3 C’s!) you are unstoppable! Without a reaction people will tell that you don’t care about what they have to say about you because you already know your worth as a pretty girl. So ignoring can go a good way. However, if you find it hard to ignore, just tell that someone (or group of people) that you don’t care & don’t say anything more. If you do need to control your anger when stuff like this happens, listening to meditation videos & music really helps. Most importantly, STAY OUTTA DRAMA. Once you develop this habit, you don’t have to worry about who to defend or even getting yourself involved in a situation that has nothing to do with you, you can get yourself in trouble. If someone is constantly bringing you into drama, consider distancing yourself from them.
3. Drop any fake friends
This kind of refers to step 1. but please drop fake friends! These people just come into your life to make you miserable and look down on yourself. I have had my fair share of fake friends and it’s not pretty. It can even be guy friends, not just jealous envious girls. Sometimes it could be hard to identify who is a fake friend in your life but if you connect the dots, you may have one. Here are signs to watch out for:
• Talks bad about you “jokingly”
• Doesn’t compliment your success/your pics
• Takes it to heart when you have something that they don’t
• Never defends your name
• Doesn’t invite you anywhere
• Uses you (for $$, talking to a guy, schoolwork) etc.
• Always comes to you asking for advice (you end up feeling used)
Of course there could be more signs but just please watch out for them & if they are fake drop them immediately. Once you do, you won’t regret it. Instead surround yourself with more positive friends.
4. Spending time off your phone
(ofc don’t throw out your phone like serena, lol you’re gonna need it sooner or later)
When you spend less time on your phone you won’t believe the things you could get done.
• Studying
• Everything showers
• Cleaning
• Reading
• Baking/ cooking
• Putting outfits together
• Spending time with family & friends
• Working out
5. Writing in a diary/journal
At the end of the day, I just love to write down what i’m feeling and my plans for the next days ahead in my comfy pjs and pink pen (or my notes app) it relaxes me & also helps when i have nobody to talk to about how im feeling because im naturally shy (trying to break this habit lol). But when i do this i always feel 10x better & sometimes i listen to good music too.
But I hope you guys loved reading this helpful advice on how to live at peace!
xoxo, Black Barbie💋
#itgirl tips#it girl#divine feminine#pink aesthetic#becoming that girl#be that girl#self concept#self care#pretty girls#aura
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Oh, God lord, Sam
Okay, yes, yes, sure
Just, be prepared for a long post I guess then. Ill skip the ones I already answered
2. show us a picture of your handwriting?
3. 3 films you could watch for the rest of your life and not get bored of?
The Imitation Game, The Muppet Christmas Carol and Corpse Bride
4. what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?
Ah...a evil version of "You've got a friend in me" from Toy Story with one of my friends
5. what made you start your blog?
Honestly? No idea. Technically I've been here since 2014 and I kinda just joined to see pretty pics in the beginning. And now here we are, neck deep in the Good Omens fandom
6. what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?
The best is honestly the interaction. You guys really have no idea how nice the Good Omens fandom is. I used to be a "creator" for the Yuri on Ice fandom and it didn't used to be half of this. It's very exciting.
The worst? Maybe the pressure to post new stuff? Which is not exactly no one's fault but mine, but alas
7. what scares you the most and why?
Ah. Dying in pain? I don't like pain and I don't appreciate dying so, yeah. Kinda logic
8. any reacquiring dreams?
I don't think so?
9. tell a story about your childhood
We went to the beach this one time and I, for some reasons, made friends with this one guy I never saw again in my life. Somehow he caught a big ass fish (or big in toddler scale) and gave it to me and my first reaction was toss it back into the ocean. It was a magnificent throw, lemme tell ya. For a 3 year old, anyway
10. would you say you’re an emotional person?
It depends on how mentally stable I am and who I am with. But yes, overall, I would say so
11. what do you consider to be romance?
Small things, like sleeping cuddling, cooking together, drinking coffee together at the window in a sunday morning, kissing in the rain. My idea of romance is very...fairytale-y. And not realistic. That's why I am very very good by myself
12. what’s some good advice you want to share?
Don't look for yourself in other people. You're good enough to make yourself happy. You don't need anyone else so don't think you do. Other people are a bonus, not a requirement
13. what are you doing right now?
Answering this long ass thing thanks to you, Sam
14. what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?
Piercings. I've conquered my fear of tattoos and piercing are next, write what I'm telling you
15. what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?
My grandma's house
16. if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Physically? My weight. Because I've been fighting it ever since I was like 4 and so I could go under surgery and change my chest.
In general? Just...I would like to be more simple. I feel like other people in the world are way simpler than I am. Think and feel in a simpler way. Or I'm too complicated, depends on how you want to see it. I would like to feel simple
18. do you believe in ghosts and/or aliens?
No, to both. If I allowed myself to believe in any of those I would become way too paranoid and that's a no no
19. favourite thing about the day?
Getting home after a long day
20. favourite things about the night?
Actually getting to sleep properly, which is being an impossibility at the moment
21. are you a spiritual person?
No. I don't believe in any god or religion or entity. I max believe that the universe has my back and everything will work out somehow. But that's it
22. say 3 things about someone you love
My grandma is an amazing cook. I love her snuggles. I miss her every day
23. say 3 things about someone you hate
My uncle was assaulted last week, aparently. Not to be mean, but he could have died. I wish he had died
24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?
Not having killed myself when I really really wanted to. Living is super nice and I enjoy it quite a lot
25. fave season and why?
Autumn. Because it's when I was born and it's spooky season! And hella cozy! I love cozy!
26. fave colour and why?
Blue. Because it feels calming and reminds me of the ocean and/or water in general
27. any nicknames?
My friends used to call me "Mouse" when I was in school. It was an inside joke
28. do you collect anything?
I collect books and military jackets
30. what’s one thing that never fails to make you happy/happier?
Honestly? Without being sappy, you guys. Every time I'm having a shit day and I come here to complain y'all manage to cheer me up. It's very sweet and I thank you very much
31. are you messy or organised?
I am proudly organized in my messiness
32. how many tabs do you have open right now?
On pc? 4
On the phone? 48. 47 of those are fanfics
33. any hobbies?
Mainly reading and writing. I don't have time for much else
34. any pet peeves?
When people are slow. Not only walking, but in general: thinking, moving. It annoys the shit out of me
35. do you trust easily?
Oh no. Not at all. I think the only people I currently trust are my grandma and my therapist. And one of them I pay them to trust them so-
36. are you an open book or do you have walls up?
Way way too many walls up. I've been broken more times than I care to count and that does something to someone, lemme tell ya
37. share a secret
I stole a Hello Kitty necklace from a girl I hated when I was like 7. I still have it, as a trophy. I really hated that girl
39. youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?
Pinely! He's so fucking funny and I love his accent. Besides, his videos are amazing. Go watch it!
Ooof, okay. That's it, right? I tried to give short answers so it wouldn't get too annoying, but there we are. Hope you're happy, Sam!
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