#idols using berets

[i99zhuo]

Could u make a routine inspired by kazuha ?

How to live like kazuha ⋆𐙚.ೃ⊹🩰°｡𓏲⋆𖦹 🦢₊˚ kazuhaism routine

This is a guide on daily routines inspired by le sserafim’s Kazuha! thanks for the request, hope you enjoy it!!

content list (routines):

morning

study

workout

shower + self care

night

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✸ ꒰ morning routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🎀 Kazuha starts her days by getting straight out of bed! You can take a few minutes just to think about your dreams or to meditate but after you're done get up without thinking so you avoid lazyness. After, head to the bathroom to do your hygiene routine (washing your teeth, face, body, etc.)

After you do your skincare, it's time for makeup, if i had to describe Zuha’s makeup in a few words i would use ‘natural’ ‘light’ and ‘clean’, even tho she uses as many products as other idols I've already talked about (brow pencil, eyeshadow, base makeup, contour, lashes, eyeliner, blush and lip tint), her makeup still pretty much simple, like just to enhance her natural features.

🧸Time to get dressed, Kazuha usually wears tops or basic t-shirts with baggy sweatpants, the colors she wears the most are white, black and gray. stylize the outfit with a beret or sunglasses!

Finally for breakfast, a good option is to have a sandwich with coffee, however any recipe that includes a lot of veggies in it will be ideal! 

✸ ꒰ study routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🩰 One of Zuha's favorite things is trying new things and showing progress! So always make sure to experiment with different study styles, techniques and resources. also, remember that progress is not about going from an F to an A, but about improving slowly and enjoying the path to your goals.

To learn and practice her Korean, Kazuha reviews vocabulary daily, using it on small phrases to memorize their meaning. As a visual learner, she also associates words with drawings and writes in her notebook often.

🥥 And to improve her English she usually practices talking with Yunjin. You can ask a friend to tutor you in any signature you feel you are lacking and make learning fun!

✸ ꒰ workout routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🪷 Kazuha’s most famous charm is her healthy and beautiful body, as well as her flexibility. She workouts everyday in her dorm room, and has a lot of different workout routines, so I decided to make a schedule so you can try them all!

monday -> le sserafim workout (no jumps / low impact), Kazuha new abs workout and full body stretch.

tuesday -> le sserafim workout (short version), Kazuha upper body workout, stretch

wednesday -> le sserafim workout, Kazuha abs workout, stretch

thursday -> le sserafim workout, upper body workout, stretch

friday -> le sserafim workout, kazuha lower abs workout, stretch

saturday -> le sserafim (short), upper body, stretch

sunday -> le sserafim workout (no jumps / low impact), stretch 

🌷 Also, you can try and enroll in a ballet class, it's never too late to try!

✸ ꒰ shower + self care routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

Before taking your shower, take off your makeup with micellar water or an oil based cleanser. Then bath like you would normally do, but start your shower with lukewarm water and finish with a cold rinse!

🦢 Then use a soft foam cleanser to wash your face, let it air dry, and then use a gentle toner, calming ampoule and cream to set the moisture.

Now for self care, Zuha enjoys spending time doing diamond paintings or other kinds of diys, like decorating phone cases. She also videocalls her friends often in her free time, spending time with friends really helps with our mental health! You can also try and make little handmade gifts for your besties.

✸ ꒰ night routine ꒱⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆

🐩 Dinner time! eat a yogurt bowl with nuts and honey (or any toppings you like) and eat it while watching youtube videos.

After eating she takes her journal and writes about her day and her emotions, she tries to be as concise as possible so no matter if she’s tired or doesn't have time she's still able to reflect on her day!

👛 Then she does her last review on the things she's studying, doing this before going to sleep helps you remember it better.

If she's with the members she will obviously watch a scary movie and have fun with her friends before going to bed!

💋 Finally stretch a little in your bed to be more flexible, have a better posture and to help you to fall asleep faster!

Good night!

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Heyyy tysm for reading hope you liked it even if it was a little rushed!

I closed my request cus I kept getting them and I really want to focus on the ones that I already have hehe but don't worry I will re-open them once im done!

Also while making this I noticed it was really similar to the how to live like Yunjin I was making sooo idk if I should finish it or not, what do u guys think?

anyways I think that's all

toodlezzzzz!11!!1

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[nirvanawrites111]

May I Have Your Attention Please? (Sub!Hongjoong x dom!reader)

Word count: 2757

Pairing: Hongjoong x Fem Reader, She/her pronouns

Genre: enemies to lovers, dom!reader x sub!idol

Warnings: smut, pegging, fingering male receiving, GANGTEEZ tings, mention of drugs, cum eating, handjob, spanking, a little degrading not much

Also, MDNI pls and thank you!!!

"Hongjoong, why do you keep stealing my corner, boys?" You barge into his meeting, not giving a fuck who he's talking to or what he's talking about.

His crew, affectionally known as Gangteez, pulls out their guns on you, but that doesn't bother you.

You stand tall and hold your head high with your hands at the sides of your hips. The latest dress from YSL covers your body with your favorite YSL heels to match.

You make eye contact with the devil himself, Kim Hongjoong. His gaze on you is intense, but it doesn't intimate you a bit.

Hongjoong snaps his black-painted fingers, and the six men lower their guns. He stands up from his desk and walks around.

His steps are wide, and he hovers toward you.

While you are wearing a red dress that is inches away from your knees, Hongjoong is wearing a leather jacket with a matching beret—one of his signatures with a Balmain t-shirt and jeans.

Of course, he stands before you a few inches shorter than you since you have on heels. Right now, the only thing that will soothe this matter is you digging your YSL heel into his chest and killing him yourself.

The room is incredible, and even though you are towering over him. He manages to radiate big dick energy though you hate to admit it.

You don't have to explain how much you are a boss bitch to any of these muthafuckers in this room. Your work and contribution to the game speak for themselves.

"Clear the room," he instructs his gang, and there is a quick pattering of feet against the carpeted floor. There isn't questioning of his decision or backtalk. Similar to how things are when you are with your crew.

His orbs are still locked on you, and you haven't bothered to look away. Some people might be scared of the leader of Gangteez, but not you.

The door closes, and he smirks at you. "So, now, do I have your attention, Y/n?" Hongjoong raises a questioning brow.

You tilt your head and study his face. Where the fuck is this coming from? Why would he need your attention?

Attention? You tilt your head and study his face. Where is this coming from?

"What is this really about, Joong? I don't come to this side of town often."

"I know it's hard for you to be around us common folk, but you are so hard to reach. So, I figured this was the best way to get your attention."

"Hard to reach?" You chuckle, almost in disbelief at his gesture. "My number hasn't changed in years. So, cut the bullshit. What do you want?"

"I was thinking we could have a little arrangement," His eyes lower and trails down your body. His gaze is invasive.

You snap your fingers at him. "Hey. Eyes up here. Please, I'm not one of your toys.

He's not the first man to proposition you, and you're sure he wouldn't be the last.

"Yes, a little birdie told me you were looking for a new distributor."

"Who told you that?"

"Maybe you should be careful of who knows all your secrets."

"I keep everything close to me. My organization is doing just fine."

"I doubt that. I mean, your structure is a bit weak. Don't you think?"

You want to take a deep breath to readjust your energy. But, he's so damn close to you that any sign of a reaction would indicate that he's indeed speaking facts.

You're unsure how he knows, but there will be hell to pay when you get home.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"Because you should be running things with me. We should work together and take over the city."

You laugh at him. His ideas are comical and unrealistic. Hongjoong is a power-hungry man. He must be dominant in every way possible.

You know good, and damn well, he wouldn't want to share any decision-making with anyone. He's too bossy for that.

"Work with you? On what planet? You must have lost your damn mind."

"I mean, working with me has its perks. Seonghwa told me how rough you can be in the bedroom."

Your chest is set ablaze when he drops your little secret. This man already has too much entail on you. Why would Park Seonghwa, the one who you have whimpering on his knees, run his mouth to your sworn enemy? It's not that you have told Seonghwa about Hongjoong. But, how could they even be in the same circles?

You also don't want to cut things off with your billionaire boo either because you have such a great time making him fall to his knees and service you.

"Seonghwa didn't tell you that."

"Oh, but he did. He ranted and raved so much about you that it made me curious. You know how he is," you reply.

"How'd you even know him?"

"We went to preschool together. He went the straight path, and I was destined to run the streets."

"Why are you curious about what I do with other men? Are you jealous?"

"I mean, I have had my fair slew of women all over the city, the country, even. But, no one piques my interest in the way you do."

You smirk at his compliment, and you know where he's going with this.

"I'm not letting you fuck me. Hell, no."

"Who said I would do that? I want you to fuck me."

"In exchange for what?"

"Product to hold you until you find a new distributor."

"Fine, this is a one-time offer. Meet me tomorrow at the four seasons at 11 p.m. If you're one minute late, then the deal is off."

"Perfect, see you there."

***

You pull the last flexi-rod out of your hair and place them on the hotel sink. You take a look at yourself in the mirror.

You know you look so damn good, and you hate that you are wasting on that annoying ass Hongjoong. But, your business can benefit from the product to hold you over until you find a new distributor.

You still have a bone to pick with Seonghwa, but you will handle him accordingly for running his mouth.

Tonight, your focus is Kim Hongjoong, and you plan to handle this man. At the end of the day, he will be whimpering on your strap, and after that, you will have some product.

It's a win-win for everyone. But, you still have to keep your enemy close to you.

You do a spin in your red lace bra and panties. Your thigh-high heels match your outfit to give you a bomb look . Your neck is draped in an expensive Cuban link that Seonghwa bought you last month for your birthday.

A knock at the door causes you to step out of the bathroom. You walk down the hall of your hotel room and approach the door. You stare at the peephole. Your gun is tucked in your underwear. You already have your strap-on so that is no fumbling necessary when it is time to fuck him.

You grab your see-through lace robe. You toss it on and open the door.

"Good evening, Hongjoong."

"Hello, Y/n, you look amazing," Hongjoong compliments you, and it's what you expect. He's wearing a black T-shirt which you know is designer without even looking at the tag, and he's wearing ripped dark blue jeans.

You pull him into the room and grab the basket at the door. You close the door behind him, and he stares down at the empty basket.

"What's this?" He points down at the basket and looks at you.

"Keys, gun, and phone, please. You will get it back once I release you. The only one strapped tonight will be me," you inform him and give him a quick wink.

"Fine," Hongjoong says. He reaches into his pocket and drops his keys, phone, and wallet.

You continue to hold the basket. "Gun, sir."

Hongjoong reaches inside his coat jacket and places his gun inside. You pat him down, going inside his coat.

You get close to him and take a whiff of him and his cologne. He's wearing a different scent than he usually does and it smells lighter than usual. He seems good, and you reach down to pat him down further, and you grab his dick.

You stare up at him. "I'm packing, but in other ways," Hongjoong winks at you.

"Uh huh," you roll your eyes at him. You finish inspecting him, and he passes. "I'll be right back."

You retrieve to the back to lock up his items, and you return to him.

"Let's have a quick chat, first."

"Sounds good," he replies.

He follows you to the living room area, and you sit down on the couch, and the moonlight shines in the space. You have candles lit to set the mood and give the room an extra glow.

"So, we agreed that this is a one-time thing. This is strictly a business exchange."

"Yes, that is correct."

"You understand that you won't be inside of me in any type of way, correct?"

"Yes, I understand. That's what I wanted."

"You cannot tell anyone about this either, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

You two go further into the conversation to talk about a safe word, and you agree on "Outlaw". You both discuss limits and communicate what you are both comfortable with.

You invite him to go into the bedroom. You push him on the bed.

"Is this what you wanted all this time?" You ask him.

"Yes, I've been waiting a long time to be your bitch."

Something sparks inside of you, and instantly you feel something for him. Hearing him say that does something to you.

You reach for his belt and remove it from his pants. You toss it over your shoulder.

"Of course, you want that. But, trying to sabotage my business isn't the smartest thing."

"But, it got me here.. right?"

"Take off your clothes," you request.

He's mouthy, and it's exactly what you expect. You expect him to try to push you using his words. If you really thought about it, he's always said something to get a rise out of you.

"Yes, mistress," Hongjoong replies. He takes off his clothes layer by layer.

"Get on your hands and knees. I think I need to show you who is in charge."

Hongjoong assumes the position, but he's too eager. It's like he's been wanting to be punished by you for a long time.

You move behind him and rub his ass. "Ready? Count with me."

You slap his ass hard, and he jumps a little—his ass ripples against your hand.

"One," Hongjoong repeats with you.

"Two."

"Three."

"Now, the next time you need my attention, you will not interfere with my business. You will come directly to me. Agreed?"

"Yes, mistress," He whimpers, and you slam his ass really hard that he yelps.

You love seeing him like this. You are not usually one to inflict pain on your partner, but he deserves it.

You turn him over before you can straddle him. You notice how hard he is. Of course, he's a pain slut. It doesn't surprise you at all. You straddle him.

"I want to watch you while I fuck you. Would you like that?"

"Yes.." Hongjoong replies softly. You are amazed at this side of him. The softness and submissiveness are something you aren't used to. It has you wondering has he always had this side to him the whole time.

This is not the same Hongjoong with a different chick on his arm at every event—the one whose name is feared in the streets.

This Hoongjoong before you is willing to submit to you. You grab his arms and put them above his head. You stare deep into his eyes. For a split second, you admire how beautiful he looks.

"Are you enjoying this? Did you like being spanked?"

"I loved it. You are exceeding my expectations and then some, Mistress."

His response has you questioning yourself for a moment. Could you engage with him again?

"So, are you ready to get fucked? Because that's what you came for?"

"Mmm.. yess mistress," Hongjoong moans, and it's the most beautiful thing you've heard in a long time. It sends a feeling wave in your core that quickly trails down to your pussy.

You are a sucker for a man that moans for you. The sounds alone drive you crazy. Even though your word is your bond, if he keeps moaning like this, you might have to break your agreement once.

You roll off him and grab the lube off the dresser. You return back to him. "This is your first time receiving anal, right?" You ask him.

"Yes. I guess you get to pop my cherry, tonight. Huh?"

"I guess so.. let's start out slow, first. I'm going to finger you first. Is that okay?"

"Of course, mistress. I'm your bitch. You can do whatever you want to me."

You lube your fingers and slide one into his ass. His face tenses up a bit. "Relax, baby. I got you. It's going to feel good soon enough. But, you gotta relax."

Hongjoong wets his lips, and he nods. You had no plans to kiss this man, but you didn't want to traumatize the man. So, you lean forward and kiss him on the lips.

Hongjoong relaxes and deepens the kiss. Another moan slips from his lips while you proceed to finger him. You spend a few moments embracing him while you are getting him to relax.

Now, he's working his ass against your finger. "Stick another in, please," he whines.

"Please, what?" You pull away from kissing him.

"Please, Mistress. I need another finger in my ass," His voice is all whiny, and he's surprising the fuck out of you.

You test him by sticking your tongue inside his mouth and jamming another finger in his ass. You stretch him a little bit, but he's so much more relaxed.

He works his ass like a good little slut, and you enjoy exploring this side of Hongjoong.

"You are so needy. I like this side of you. I would have never expected you to be like this. How long have you wanted this?"

"Since we first met."

"Interesting.. so you ready to receive what you've been asking for?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good."

You grab the lube and pour it onto your strap and add more lube to your fingers to make it a smooth experience.

You slide your strap inch by inch until you are entirely into him. You watch his body react to yours. You take it easy and work yourself into him slowly.

Hongjoong rises off the bed and wraps his legs around. He moves his lower half to match your movement.

"Ah, you're not a pillow princess. Have I awakened a slut?" You tease him.

Hongjoong covers his visibly flushed face. You grab his hands.

"Don't get shy on me now, princess." You uncover his hands to reveal his beautiful face once again. You know he's desperate and needy for you all wrapped in one.

"How does it feel?" You pound into him, but not fast. Your stroke is precise and diligent. You could easily make him come and end the night. But, you want to enjoy this.

"Really good, mistress. I've never felt like this before."

You lean forward and slip your tongue in his mouth again. This kiss is much more passionate than before. Your hands push down into the mattress and you drill into him.

You slip to the right side of his neck and suck on it. You bite his neck to entice him even more.

His hand slips between the two of you, and you feel him jerking his dick. You cover your hand with his and help him. After all, he is your bitch even if it's one night only.

"Come for me. Joongie," You coo.

Before you can say anything else, he releases in your hand and his. You lick it off your hand, savoring the taste.

You pull out of him and kiss him on his face. You grab his hand, and he automatically cleans off the last of his cum after his hand.

"I like this side of you."

"You're welcome to see it anytime."

Part 2

#ateez smut #kim hongjoong smut #hongjoong x y/n #sub! idol #sub!idol x dom!reader #sub!hongjoong #gangteez #ateez x reader #ateez x black reader #sub!kpop #sub!idol #sub!idol x reader #dom!y/n

[crow-the-unknown]

ok but not enough people are intrigued and obsessed and fascinated by connor mcdavid in the way i and others on this site are. like yes, yes i could ramble on and on about his skill. he is the best player in the world. period. you can't challenge that and if you are... are you blind? potentially uhm, how do i say this lightly, not smart? etc? there's no contention there, everyone knows it. and he's fast, and whatever. but i don't care about that. that's mcdavid. that's the man that i used to be so annoyed with because no one would shut up about him even when he wasn't even playing (and that's still annoying to me tbh it just happens less now). that's the star player on a team i used to hate when the avs played them ( idk why, i just always hated playing the oilers even when i started getting a soft spot for them). but, and i've said it before, mcdavid isn't connor.

connor is the one i'm so fascinated and intrigued by. it's not his hockey iq or his speed or anything. what i'm obsessed with is that haunted aura he carries everywhere and i mean everywhere. he just seems so... out of place? like you can almost tell he doesn't quite fit in. which is a little ironic and sad for the best player in the world, isn't it? but accurate, too. he's so unique and set apart and burdened with expectations that he wouldn't be allowed to be normal even if he tried. and you can see it clear as day. everyone jokes around about him having no personality but what else is he supposed to do when he gets asked the same question a million times anymore? i'd look just as haunted and annoyed if i were him.

but here's the thing. he's not just that broken boy either. he's a bit of a goof, actually. and it still surprises me, but he is. he's a silly fucking guy. i mean he goes out there and just lights it up, every night. and then you come to find out that he was the one organizing those stupid post-game berets and the plungers and shit? like i'm sorry? you're telling me the face of the league and one of the guys known for being incredibly dry, did that? and that he's out here helping with the all-star stuff, being sweet and showing (at least in part) some of his real self to these little kids who are growing up idolizing him, and being lovey with teammates. he's slipping on the ice hugging the team made of people he loves with all the passion he can muster because god he just wants to win it here. with them. FOR them. he wants to so so bad and it hurts.

like seriously i could go on and on about this guy. about how if people would just give a shit they would see the real person he is - haunted and silly in full - behind the layers of stress about expectations so high they're unachievable, annoyance with the same stupid questions being thrown at him, and the pressure to be the perfect star. if they would just care enough to pay attention to how he smiles at leon or how he cellys or how he hugs his teammates like they're his lifeline they would see connor, not just mcdavid. they would see the love and the care that shapes those haunted eyes. maybe. just maybe.

anyway connor mcdavid is an enigma and a weirdo and i love him so so much and i'm so so fascinated by him 🫠🫶

#edmonton oilers #connor mcdavid #idk if any of this is literate but i have so many thoughts about him i cannot contain myself #he's like a scared lost little doe on the side of the freeway and i want to give him a hug and then send him out there with a knife #watching him claw his way to a cup with edmonton like a proud mother who would die for her son #it's a need. i need him to win it with leo in edm. that's my christmas wish. santa i'm begging. hockey gods im begging. anyone #GET THIS SILLY LITTLE MANIAC A STANLEY CUP OR SO HELP ME-

[jjongscardigan]

LOVE DRUNK ₊ ⊹⟡ — p.jongseong

PAIRING: non-idol!jay x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, first meetings and all that shizz. Slightly suggestive at the end but nothing explicit. :)

CW: Does making out need a warning?? Mentions of retching, drugs, alcohol and horny people.

NOTE: Something smol I had in my notes since I had plans of writing on here. Enjoy~

SYNOPSIS:

Y/n prepares for a wild party, encountering chaos and unexpected situations. Amidst it all, Y/n shares a captivating moment with Jay, hinting at the possibility of something more.

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"Y/n work with me will you? Sunoo, your best friend, says. You guys are getting ready to go to a party. Sunoo got invited by a classmate of his and chose you as a plus one. "You keep stabbing my eye with that brush, sorry that I'm flinching?" You sarcastically say. He rolls his eyes and continues in silence. You guys dressed up as sluts for the party. You're wearing a backless black dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. Meanwhile, Sunoo wore an almost transparent shirt that he tucked into wide dress trousers topped off with a cute beret.

Half an hour later you guys enter a very crowded house. The atmosphere is humid and smells like weed. The music's so loud there definitely will be complains about it. The rap song playing starts giving you a headache. There's people making out everywhere and you catch a glimpse of someone naked running through the corridor. You make eye contact with Sunoo and he shrugs. You guys move towards the living room and look for drinks. "Hi, Sunoo!" Heeseung, who invited him, yells. You friend shyly waves and you nudge him.

"Drinks?" He asks. You nod and wait by a plastic house plant. Two girls, whom you recognise as Ryujin and Yunjin, bump into you but barely notice because Ryujin has her hand in Yunjin's cleavage and they're practically humping like dogs in heat. You quickly divert your eyes and see a group of very loud boys on the couch. One of them whom you know as Riki is shugging down a bucket of pint. You frown because that boy is not of age, but, hey, that is not your responsibility.

Sunoo comes back with a plastic cup and you guys start walking around looking for a spot to sit. Heeseung eventually calls Sunoo over and he walks away leaving you standing there all alone. You sigh dramatically and continue the journey all alone as well. Going up the stairs you almost slip because of a substance and brace yourself while recovering. "Don't even look at it, y/n" you retch and make way up. There's a door on your left and you open it hoping it's the bathroom. And bingo! But upon entering you witness Jake, straight A's astrophysics student, snorting a line from Minho's chest. "Want to join us?" His voice is slurred and you barely make out the syllables. You smile politely and close the door.

What even was that? "I'm assuming you witnessed Jake doing lines?" You jump up at the voice next to your ear. Jay, super-hot-ideal-boyfriend-who-majors-in-business-management-or-something-but-is-super-hot-and-speaks-french-on-top-of-being-super-hot, Park is leaning against the wall where you held yourself up in dramatics. He chuckles at your expression; "I once saw him do it from someone's dick" had to chug down a lot of bleach and I still can't forget. That manages to make you laugh. "Oh, my gosh? Who's dick?" Curiosity killed the cat but you can't help but ask. Jay leans closer to your ear and goosebumps form on your skin. Thus begins the gossip session. Jay tells you all about these parties and you hang onto every word he utters.

After a while he notices that your cup is empty. "Want another one?" You shake your head, "Nah, not a fan of alcohol" his eyes widen and he grabs your wrist. "Let me make you the best mix. So good you'll get addicted to alcohol." Without waiting for an answer he drags you all the way back down to the kitchen. "Addicted in a good way by the way" He shyly lets go of your wrist and locks eyes with you. You giggle because it's Jay Park. "Okay, sir. Blow me away"

As Jay busies himself behind the makeshift bar, you watch his every move with a mixture of fascination and amusement. His confidence is evident as he effortlessly mixes various spirits and juices, creating a concoction that promises to be nothing short of extraordinary.

"You're quite the mixologist, aren't you?" you tease, leaning against the counter as you observe him with a playful smile.

Jay grins in response, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just wait until you taste it. You'll be begging for more," he says, his voice laced with a hint of playful arrogance.

As he finishes preparing the drink, he slides it across the counter towards you with a flourish. "Here you go, my dear. A special creation just for you," he announces proudly.

Taking a sip, you're pleasantly surprised by the burst of flavours that dance across your taste buds. It's sweet yet tangy, with just the right amount of kick. "Wow, this is amazing!" you exclaim, genuinely impressed by his mixology skills.

Jay's grin widens at your reaction, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Told you it would be good," he says smugly, leaning against the counter next to you.

You both fall into an easy conversation, exchanging stories and laughter as you enjoy your drinks. Despite the chaotic atmosphere of the party raging around you, being with Jay feels like a welcomed respite—a moment of calm in the midst of the storm.

As the night wears on, you find yourself drawn to Jay's magnetic presence, captivated by his charm and charisma. And as you laugh together, sharing secrets and stolen glances, you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest.

Maybe this party wasn't so bad after all, you think to yourself, grateful for the unexpected turn of events that led you to Jay's side. And as you continue to revel in each other's company, you can't shake the feeling that this could be the start of something incredible.

Eventually, the playful banter and lingering gazes between you and Jay become too much to ignore. With a surge of courage, you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his as you close the gap between you. The kiss is electric, sending shivers down your spine as you lose yourself in the moment.

Jay responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around you as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that matches your own. The world around you fades away as you become lost in each other, the music and chatter of the party fading into the background as you give in to the undeniable chemistry between you.

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perma taglist: @haechansbbg @luvnicho @kim2005bomi @n1k1mura @eclipse-777 @kgyam4

MY WORK!!

© jjongscardigan 2024 - do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work on other platforms!

#enhypen #enhypen jay #kpop #kpop moots #park jongseong #enha jay #jay x reader #jay #enha jongseong #park jongseong x reader #jongseong fluff #enhypen jongseong #jongseong x reader #jjongscardigan

[redgitanako]

top 5⃣ headwear?

🐸: best headwear is nothing at all bc my head gets itchy from hats..... but here, sorting by comfort:

1. SCARF

protects from wind and sun

warm

hides your face

cute

doesn't mess up hair

can be tied in different ways depending on the material

2. SUNGLASSES

yea as headwear

cool af

can hide ur eyes from the sun

- can get tangled in your hair :(

3. HAIR CLIPS

cute

hold hair in place

can be used as a lockpick

- not by me :(

4. BERET

chic

cute,,,,

can be warm or not

can be worn on top of the head = not itchy

5. BUCKET HAT

kpop idol swag

hides you from the sun

and from people

can put cool pins on it

can be used as a real bucket (if it's waterproof)

#ask reg #ask game

[ladychandraofthemoone]

❤️♥️🧡🖤5/5❤️♥️🧡🖤

HAPPY 5/5 DAY YALL(I know it’s like a day late but hey I’m sortave made it in time!! Select your player from:

🌹a splendid darling🌹

🧰a trusty hard maintenance worker ⚙️

🔎 a quiet timid detective🔍 

 RAMBLING UNDER CUT CAUSE IT GETS LONG LOL:

Hands yall the pencil sketch I did of James first, would probably inked it but I’m still proud of it (Shane and Rusty I did on the same page so they’re smushed together and it’s messy ahah)

James gave me the most difficulty cause I knew I wanted to be make him Latino(Filipino/Spaniard to be exact) so I searched up bull fighting clothing and I gave him the gilet-vest underneath his big coat of his cause he’s copying Gordon (to the point of absolutely antagonizing, blaming and arguing with Alfred for everything he has done though to be fair he did traumatize Thomas kidnap his sister figure Nia and almost broke Gordon but like the Rusty scenario that’s another can of worms to get to later) but also cause I’m on the whole him idolizing and copying him around bandwagon so things like similar coat patterns, his keychains, jabot/cravat,epaulettes,beret-like hat etc) and of course I had to make him eye-catching like he wasn’t you attention so lot of gold accents and of course roses (get it cause with his surname) with him having one on his coat and on his cuff pins and rings 🌹 for symbolism 

Rusty was actually the easiest cause I already had a design for them cause I already wanted them to wear a tool belt and hardhat for their job , overalls and the protection knee pads I actually got from glowynviator on Twitter, same goes with having those (forgive I don’t know exactly what to call them) circles that appear to release smoke from their radiator as little silver buttons on their collars and pockets for their jackets and I changed the color scheme to for both the tv and rws versions. They’re pretty much unwillingly involved with the supernatural shenanigans (though then again a lot of folks are here but considering when they first got here, they legit witnessed their coworker get nearly crushed to death, the treatment of Duncan, the Sudrian verison of Bigfoot, a possible immortal fallen king 👑 fogman and of course the Boulder, they can’t seem catch a break)

Shane Dooiney I was completely inspired by gloynviator by Twitter humanizations of the Culdee Fell Railway (seriously y’all go check them out they’re awesome 🤩 and amazing and just incredible 💕💞) but with some minor changes like more detective-esque, think Looker from Pokemon or Inspector Gadget/Zenigata cause I love them so much but also a chunk of their personality is from Crona cause I love the hairstyle . Their personality I based it off of The Trainz Adventures, he’s said to be shy cause of people constantly mock their name which leads to him keeping to himself but ain’t afraid to help others, LeatherBootlace and StarSearch1927 on Deviantart (where he feels out of place for being away for so long, suffers from Middle Child syndrome/the Black Sheep of the Railwa due to being away fro overhauled a majority of the time during important events of the series so they feel out of the loop, the latter being the main inspiration for the ““private investigator” persona they have since he has a eagle eye for everything and thinks of crime solving and a love for mysteries while former used he/they pronouns for Shane and we need more he/thems here ✨) of course the top hat 🎩 is their funnel.

#ttte #ttte james #james the red engine #james the splendid engine #ttte rusty #rusty the diesel #shane dooiney #ttte shane dooiney #humanization #ttte humanized #my art owo #my art style #my art stuff #my artwork #my art tag #my art #also I find it incredible that all of my ver of the 5/5 gang fall underneath the nb umbrella with rusty being nb they/them #shane’s a Demi guy and uses he/they pronouns as does James though the latter doesn’t mind #I was gotta give James golden highlights but maybe later though #james got wisps that are shaped like a 5 and flame like mainly on the pants and he’s got them over the knee length boots cause yes king slay #i might give him alt designs and of course do his alt liveries like pink and tag ver later #oh yeah I’m referring to Daniel alsop work for the james-Alfred rivalry thing going on exact-t I slightly rewrote it here #same with stories of sodor with how’s rusty is introduced in season 4 it’s happens here in my au #5/5 #day late I’m so sorry about that but at least it’s not like the other times haha #Crona got my entire heart and soul heh pun unintended Shane main inspo #I got inspired by so many incredible folks here in this fandom and thanks ☺️ 😊

[funkeyberry]

teen-a-day🥳 CAS challenge BY@dizzywhims

DAY19 Influencer /DAY20 Artist

DAY19 Influencer

:Tip your queen one Simoleon💋🤲～

Miss Peggita Shelly lives in 2022, but her inexpensive clothes and trinkets like the two-simoleon store always make people think that she lives in the last century. But she doesn't care about these, she is only 19, her followers love her. Since it is said to be outdated, then it is better to tag retro. Like her name, whether it's clams or shells or whatever, that's cheap, but she's still a beauty. /Tanner used to be a boy who hid himself under a head of tousled curly hair. At that time, he thought that he could avoid 60% of the troubles he experienced by showing a demeanor. Until a drag party night in the eleventh grade, when Garcino, who was wearing a choir robe and danced on the floor, pulled him on stage.Tanner felt that his tense nerves were gradually loosening, and the soul that had been watching for a long time was being released,returning to his body. There is nothing more joyful than dancing ecstatically. A year later, Tanner took on more than half of Rainbow Glitter's traffic share - in his simgram live broadcast room, in the name of a drag queen (the ghost knows how partial I am to this group(;￢_￢)

TANNER LOOK

💇🏼‍♂️HAIR@okruee/🩳SHORTS@trillyke

PEGGITA LOOK

💇🏼‍♀️HAIR Indigo(retiredcc)@simstrouble/👒HAT@rimings/🔗BOTTLE CAP EARRINGS@the-crypt-o-club/🌈CHOKER@saurusness/👠HEELS@shakeproductions

DAY20 Artist

:Ah…is it already afternoon😕

Waraque may not be that "artistic," but he sure lives like one. This may have something to do with his idol, Uncle Neil in "Art Simmack". The works are all small gadgets, such as garlands, signs, inkjet paintings, decorative paintings and party installations. He did most of the visual effects in the citadel of Rainbow Glitter. Waraque had logically acquired a workshop in their party warehouse, though Garcino called it a utility room. Waraque has a subtle obsession with cleanliness. Whether it is a workaholic or a decadent old smoker, you can tell by his white apron (condemn this blogger only knows to post scenes👊

🎨BERET@aharris00britney/⛓NECKLACE@pralinesims/🚬CIGARETTE@haneco410/🎈PATCHES FROM Chiyo Jacket Dress @trillyke/🖤Fright Night Tatoos@the-crypt-o-club/💎RINGS @natalia-auditore

AND thanks a lot to all the cc creators🤩!!!

if any linguistic mistake just blame theGoogle translate for All hhhhhh👻

#teen-a-day #teen a day #the sims 4 #create a sim #maxis mix #ts4 screenshots

[a-wildwild-wesley]

Welp. It was bound to happen eventually.

(Art is by a lovely lovely friend of mine who doesn't have a tumblr, they also drew my profile picture!)

Meet my CoD OC!

Name: Cameron "Cam" Maxwell

Age: 28 years old

Birthdate: August 26th, 1995

Birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia

Nationality: American

Sex: Male

Race: White/Caucasian American

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 215 lbs

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Green

Blood Type: A-

Languages: English, American Sign Language (ASL)

Alias(es): Kilo E-5-3, Bravo 7-2, "Stinger"

Rank: Sergeant

~ Early Life ~

Cameron was born in Atlanta, Georgia, growing up alongside his older brother Aaron Maxwell and his parents, Lewis and Jennifer Maxwell. Cameron's father served as a captain in the US Army for many years, but still made time to be close with his family, forming a strong bond with Cameron. He practically idolized his father, often accompanying him to visit the various military bases he would be stationed at. Once, during a visit, a very young Cameron met a new friend of his father's, a seasoned SAS Lieutenant named John Price.

When Cameron was 10 years old, his father was killed in action while serving in Urzikstan. Price was the one to deliver the news to his mother, offering his support for the family in any way he could. Life after his father's death was different, with his mother becoming more controlling and difficult, and his brother turning to focus on his own interests, it left Cameron a bit on his own to form his own identity.

Cameron excelled in school, graduating high school early at the age of 16, and taking a year of college courses before ultimately deciding to join the military. Enlisting caused a massive rift to form in his relationship with his mother, however, and he hasn't spoken to her since then.

~ Early Military Career ~

Cameron enlisted into the US Army at the age of 17, putting his nose to the grindstone and excelling during basic training. When Cameron turned 18, he expressed interest in becoming a part of Special Forces, and was given the chance to take part in the Special Forces Assessment and Selection (SFAS) by his recruiter.

The tests were difficult for Cameron at first, but he worked both his mind and his body well past their limits in order to succeed, completing the physical phase of the assessment with a near-perfect score of 298. By the time he was 19, Cameron had completed both phases of the assessment and was accepted into the Special Forces program.

During his first few months in the Special Forces, Cameron was sent on a joint operation with a British SAS team to stop an arms-deal in Iran. It was on that mission that he reconnected with a now-captain Price, completing the mission alongside him.

Cameron spent the rest of his military career working in Special Operations, the Green Berets specifically. He became a part of a small squadron within Spec Ops that went by the name of Kilo Company, working originally as an Engineer Sergeant before becoming an Assistant Operations and Intelligence Sergeant. He became a part of a small task force within Kilo Company, a group of 5 individuals calling themselves "The H.I.V.E".

After working with Kilo Company and "The H.I.V.E" for several years, Cameron received a call from Captain John Price with an offer to join Taskforce 141, which he happily accepted.

~ Personality ~

Insanely loyal: No matter what team he is working with, Cameron is an incredibly loyal individual. He doesn't believe in leaving anyone behind, even with the potential cost of his own safety. He is also more than willing to defend anyone he deems a friend and ally from the smallest of squabbles.

Playful: Cameron is no doubt a friendly and playful individual, he always seems to have a way to make fast friends with whoever he is working with. He can be a bit of a tease, but does his best to not overstep any boundaries.

Confident: He can come off as cocky at first, but Cameron is quick to point out that he is just extremely confident in his abilities. He knows what he does well, but also knows he can always improve.

Lethal: Cameron is incredibly lethal in the field. He can move quickly and quietly, opting to get in close and overpower his enemies physically rather than keep his distance. Hand-to-hand and Close Quarters combat are skills he particularly excelled in during his time in the military.

~ Field Specialties/Skills ~

Hand-to-Hand/CQC

Vehicular Mechanics/Mechanical Engineering

Reconnaissance

Hostage Search and Rescue/Recovery

Counterterrorism

Close-range Marksmanship

Aquatics work/Long-distance swimming

Bladed weapon combat

Espionage

~ Trivia ~

Cameron's favorite color is orange 🧡

When Cameron was in high school, he was on both the school's basketball team and swim league for his freshman and sophomore year. He quit basketball his junior year, but stayed on the swim team until his senior year.

There was a brief point in Cameron's life when he was involved in a band with a few of his friends, he played the drums and guitar.

When he joined the military, Cameron wanted to prove that he was more than "Captain Lewis' son", and that he had a lot more to him than just his family name. That never stopped him from receiving a few claims of nepotism from other recruits, though.

Cameron developed a smoking habit while in the military, but denies it being an addiction.

"Operation: Blackjack" was one of the first missions Cameron went on after joining Kilo Company. It was a mission that sent the him and the team to take down a sect of a powerful and dangerous drug cartel led by a man called "El Capo"

Cameron received the "Soldier's Medal" during his time in service while on a hostage search and rescue mission in Afghanistan.

~ I've currently got a fic of this OC in the works on Ao3! I'll post the link to it sometime here soon for those interested! ~

#call of duty #call of duty oc #cod oc #god i could gush about this man for hours #foaming at the mouth at how pretty he is #this post took forever to write #my precious boy #call of duty modern warfare

[everythingateezbackup]

Ateez as your boyfriend: Mingi

cw: daddy (biological, dead), daddy (mingi), pickle juice, mentions of boy scouts, interventions, forced paper-bag wear, NSFW, penis-socks, penis-naming

You know you shouldn’t complain. You can’t complain — not when you’re sat in your Gangnam apartment, sorting through a mountain’s worth of requests from Seoul’s music-industry top-dogs, all begging you to dress their talents.

And so, you really, really shouldn’t complain. But… lately, something’s just been…

Off.

Something you can’t quite put your finger on.

It hits you again tonight, as you’re flicking through the requests you’ve been sent over the last week.

Fromis 9 want a cute, yet casual styling for their comeback. Pleated skirts and croptops, with subtly vivid colours that make the outfits pop.

SM are requesting a pastel, scout-themed styling for NCT Dream’s new song, "Lover Boy In The Tent" — thigh long shorts and quirky-looking shirts, preferrably encorporated with feathers and rhinestones.

Oh My Girl — cute, summery pastel outfits.

TWICE — cute holiday outfits with flowers.

Red Velvet, cute. Seventeen, cute. Block B, cute. Cute, cute, cute.

It washes over you then, that strange discomfort, causing you to drift off — off and away from the work you’ve procrastinated doing all day.

You stare blankly at the requests in front of you.

Disinterest, you realise. That unfamiliar, off-putting feeling that’s plagued you lately. It’s boredom.

Your realisation is followed by a sting of fear. You love your job more than anything, and cute concepts are your specialty — it’s how you dress in your personal life, and you love to experiment with clothes and materials — there is no way you’re growing bored.

You shake your head, pressing your palms to your eyes until you see stars. No, you decide, you’re not bored. Just overworked and sleep-deprived.

Pushing the feeling away, you pull out SM’s request form, and get started on NCT Dream’s outfits.

two days later…

"Checkered shorts for Chenle. Make them longer, just above the knees — more rhinestones on his beret, too."

"Y/n?"

"Velvet shirt for Jaemin, just to make him stand out a bit more. Maybe baby blue Oxford’s to match…"

"Y/n."

"No, just plain white ones, actually- he’s already got blue shorts, and-"

"Y/N!"

You look up from the notebook you’d been muttering thoughts into to see your assistant, Minhyuk, waving a hand in front of your face. You groan, pulling your hair out of your face.

"Sorry Hyukkie~" you whine. "I’m nearly done here, I’ve been stuck on these outfits for ages. We’ll go bowling soon, I promise."

"No, y/n, that’s not it!" Minhyuk says, clenching his hands into fists in front of his chest. "There- there’s a new client requesting your services."

"Oh. Just put their request form in the pile by the water-cooler, I’ll look through it in a while."

"N-no, y/n. It- uhm… there’s no form…" Minhyuk says.

"So… there is no request, then?" you question, raising an eyebrow.

"N-no, there um… there is…" Minhyuk bites his lip, cluthing his pastel pink fanny-pack that he always wears around his waist. "Um… they-"

"Annyeonghaseyeo, stylist-nim~"

A deep, velvety voice calls out from behind you, shooting shivers down your spine. You turn, startled, to see a tall man, biting his lip. He’s dressed in heavy, black combat boots, black cargo pants lined with pockets and straps, and a black mesh top. He is a stark contrast to the pale pinks, blues and yellows of your office, so much so that you have to stare at him for a moment for your brain to catch up.

The man smirks at you. "Haha~ Koyangi got your tongue?~"

You blink a few times, absentmindedly.

"S-sorry-" you blurt, "I didn’t expect- uh- wh-what can I help you with today?"

"I’m an idol," he says, "ATEEZ. Ever heard of us?"

You nod slowly.

"Haha… cool. We need a stylist. Our company is taking ages getting us one, so I’m taking matters into my own hands."

"And you came… to me?" you ask, absolutely bewildered. Why this man- this ATEEZ-member, dressed in all-black, belts and straps, would come to your building, where the interior design, the workers, the mannequins are all pastels, is beyond you.

"My boy Chenle says you’re Seoul’s top-fashionista." The man shifts his weight, tipping his head back. His pecs flex under mesh top. You try to focus on his face instead, blushing. The corners of his lips curl up into a knowing smile. "Why don’t we go speak somewhere … more private."

His eyes flick over to Minhyuk. He yelps like a frightened dog.

"It’s okay, hyukkie… Go get a slushie for us both while we talk. We’ll go bowling as planned after," you promise, shooting him a small smile.

"O-okay…" Minhyuk says. He turns to leave, then stops, and turns towards the man again. "B-but- but … don’t you dare hurt y/n! Or you’ll have me to deal with!"

The man cocks a brow. Then he looks to you again, smirking. "We’ll see."

Once Minhyuk has left the room, you go to talk in a meeting room, and the man sits across from you with his elbows on the table.

For a moment, there is silence. You clear your throat. "… I… I never caught your name," you say awkwardly, fidgeting with your pen.

"Ah, sorry. I’m Mingi," the man says. He pauses, smirks, before saying: "But if all goes well, you’ll be calling me something else very soon."

You arch an eyebrow in confusion.

He seems to take notice, and shakes his head dismissively. "We want a badass, sorta concept. Don’t care what, so long as we give a kinda… I wanna be him, I wanna be with him, I don’t wanna fight him though."

You nod, slowly. "That isn’t really… my area of expertise."

Mingi pouts. "But it could be, right? Please?~ I’m kinda in a pickle here, sweetcheeks."

You bite your lip. "I wouldn’t… be good at it."

"Practice makes perfect," he responds. He gets up and slowly begins walking around, approaching your side of the table. "I’ll even give you my personal assistance." He slides a finger across the parting of your hair. "In any… way- damn, you’re a greasy girl."

You flinch at Mingi’s words, reaching up to grab at your hair, protectively. You blush. "It- I’m overworked, okay!?" you defend. "I haven’t had time to shower."

Mingi looks at you, then he shrugs. "That’s okay. Daddy likes his baby girls stinky."

Your entire face goes bright red. What have you gotten yourself into!?

In a relationship:

- Not ever having had a father figure in your life, you experience a real sexual awakening in the meeting with Mingi. For this reason you decline to work with him, promptly kick him out of the building, and go bowling with Minhyuk and your guniea pig Balthazaar.

- After your 700th rhinestone on Chenle’s scout boy beret, you can’t taje it anymore. You look up Mingi’s phone number in the yellow pages and beg for his business back. Mingi chuckles over the phone, and whispers "I guess I could give you our business back… if you let me take you out on a date…" Thankfully, Mingi can’t see the way your cheeks go bright red. He can, however, hear the flustered voice in which you accept.

- For your first date, Mingi takes you to McDonalds. "Greasy food for my greasy girl," he winks, before ordering three double cheeseburger meals and a large Pickle Juice Sports Drink. He’s broke from the stylist deposit, so you end up paying.

- Mingi loves pet names. He calls you "babygirl," "baby," or "my greasy girl," all of which give you butterflies. You call Mingi ‘Fungi,’ because he’s a fun guy.

- The only man Mingi tolerates being around you is Minhyuk, because "he’s almost more babygirl than you are." For this reason, you don’t get to meet the rest of the ATEEZ until you have to dress them, seeing as it is your job, but Mingi makes them all put paper bags over their heads.

- Mingi frequently insists on letting Balthazaar the guniea pig sleep in your bed.

- The ATEEZ-members eventually get tired of wearing paper bags everywhere, so they stage an intervention. Mingi cries a lot, but eventually, he agrees to let them meet you properly.

NSFW:

- Mingi loves to be called ‘daddy’ in bed. If you use his real name, he pretends he can’t hear you.

- He is very possessive, and will frequently leave hickeys on your neck so everyone knows who you belong to. At one point, you wore a turtleneck to cover them up, so now he leaves hickeys on your cheeks instead. After, he says "I’m sowwy…" and pouts, which never fails to make your annoyance fade. He’s just so goddamn cute!

- Mingi calls his dick ‘Mikey.’ In the winter, he wears a penis-sock shaped like a motorbike to keep warm. He calls it "a bikey for Mikey."

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez as #ateez mingi #ateez san #ateez yunho #ateez fluff #ateez jongho #ateez wooyoung #fanfic #kpop fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez yeosang #ateez seonghwa #ateez jungho #ateez au #ateez angst #admin w

[inwintersolitude]

- March 30th 2023 -

When was the last time you swam in a pool? 🏊‍♀️  About a year and a half ago.

Would you rather have an indoor pool or outdoor pool?  I'd love to have one of those outdoor natural pools that's like a pool/pond hybrid and uses aquatic plants to keep it clean and filtered.

What was the last thing you said out loud? Goodnight.

Do you think you could ever be an opera singer? Nope!

How often do you eat bread? 🥖  Probably around 5 days a week?

When was the last time you looked in the mirror and thought you looked pale? A few days ago. I usually have a little bit of redness from mild rosacea, but it was completely gone a few days ago, temporarily. My skin is really freaking pale when my rosacea is gone.

Have you ever wanted to be a nurse? 👩‍⚕️  Nope.

Would you ever want to be a nurse? Why or why not? Nope. I don't like being around people nearly that much, and I don't have a nurturing/caretaker type of personality.

Who or what do you worship? Nothing/no one.

What was the last thing someone made fun of you for? I don't know.

Do you own a mini sewing kit that you use for altering clothing? 🧵  Yep.

Do you know a Ted? I don't think so.

Do you own a beret? 👩‍🎨  Nope.

When was the last time you wore a beret? I don't think I ever have.

What is one thing you have found to be a bore? Those talent competition shows like American Idol, etc.

Where do you keep your out-of-season clothes? In my closet.

If you had to pick your top three favorite colors, what would they be? Dark blue, forest green, and either blue-gray or very pale gold.

How many inches do you normally have to hem up your pants? 👖 At least a few. I hate how clothing manufacturers make women's pants so freaking long. Like have they ever SEEN a woman before? We're typically NOT six feet tall!

What are three things you would buy if you were rich? 🤑  My dream house, on several acres of land. A small yacht. And I'd give the rest to charity.

How many times in your life have you been stung by a bee or a wasp? 🐝  Twice.

Have you ever swam in one of the Great Lakes? Yep, in Lake Erie. Maybe also in Lake Michigan when I was really young? I can't remember.

....and if so, how many of the Great Lakes have you swam in? ^

Do you believe in the devil? 👹  No.

What is one thing you wish were more easily accessible? I wish restaurants were more accessible for those of us with hearing impairments. I absolutely LOATHE how loud restaurants are nowadays, whether it be due to cramming too many people in, or the godawful trend of concrete/metal interiors that make the space echoey and even more noisy. I have hyperacusis and many restaurants are completely inaccessible to me, and it's also difficult for people with hearing aids because of how the high ambient noise messes with their ability to hear speech.

Do you enjoy playing icebreaker games when you're in a group of people you just met? Not really.

What is your favorite icebreaker game? No favorite.

What is one thing you find serene? Snowy nights.

Have you ever chopped something with an axe? 🪓  No.

What is your favorite genre of music? Classical.

What is one thing you like that tastes sour? Grapefruit.

Do you think "Sour Patch Kids" sounds too much like "Cabbage Patch Kids"? Not really.

Did you ever own a Cabbage Patch doll when you were a kid? No.

Do you like the candy Sour Patch Kids? Not much.

What was the last song you listened to on repeat? I think it was the last movement of Mozart's Symphony No. 40.

What is one mistake you've made that you hope to never repeat? Sacrificing my mental and physical wellbeing for a job. I don't merely hope to never make that mistake again, I KNOW I'll never make that mistake again.

What was the last thing you baked in the oven? I made tacos last night and put them in the oven for a few minutes to melt the cheese on top.

Have you ever been to a track meet? 🏃‍♀️  No.

What do you call the bathroom? Do you say bathroom, restroom, washroom, lavatory, loo, toilet, latrine, or....? Bathroom or restroom.

When was the last time you made guacamole? 🥑 I've never made it homemade. I should, though. Maybe I'll try it out soon.

Do you know of any schools that have the beaver for a mascot? No.

Have you ever stayed in a suite? Yes, my husband and I usually stay in suites when we travel. I have a really difficult time sleeping anywhere other than home, so us each getting our own bedroom in a hotel suite is incredibly helpful.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal blog

[my-shields-are-down]

Dedicated to the one he loves - Part 5

Two hours later, Lucy and Tamara are outside their building’s lobby waiting for Angela and her mysterious heart broken brother to pick them up. Lucy kept coming up with excuses both for Tim’s bad behavior and why she couldn’t/shouldn’t spend 2 weeks away in Mexico. Tamera kept cutting her off with blunt and forceful “No.”

Because they were expecting Angela’s SUV, they missed the arrival of the sleek town car which rolled to a stop right in front of Tamera and a very large, solid man got out.

“Hello, you must be Lucy and Tamera.” He towered over them, but he was smiling. He took off his sunglasses and turned to Lucy with the deepest blue eyes she’d ever seen to say, “ I’m Michael Patrick Flannigan- you can call me Mickey. I am packing a 9mm in my shoulder holster and a .22 on my ankle - and yes ma”am, I have licenses for both.” Tamera started smiling - he had a thick Irish Brogue, and a twinkle in his eye. She wanted to hug him.

“I am a former hostage rescue team leader of the FBI, former Green Beret in the US Army and Patrice Evers’ first boyfriend. We were 6. Alas, I left her broken hearted when my family moved to Dublin when my Nan got sick that summer. If I’m lucky, my mere presence will scare the snakes and scoundrels away and she’ll be all mine again soon.” Lucy had to laugh and felt that if anyone had a chance, Mickey did.

She tried one last time to apologize and turn down the trip, but Mickey ignored her. He picked up her bags and walked to the back of the car where the trunk opened on its own. When he shut the trunk, the back door opened and Angela and her brother got out of the car. Mickey came back to Tamera and hugged her and said, “thank you lass. I’ll be back for you next weekend.”

He then stepped back as Angela stepped forward to hug Lucy. “I am going to kill him for hurting you.” She then turned to include her brother in the conversation, “Lucy this is Eduardo. He, Miguel and I are Mexican triplets- all born a year apart. Eduardo is the oldest of us 3 and I’m the baby.“ Eduardo chimes in with a sly grin, “and don’t you forget it.”

Angela rolled her eyes said, “as of this moment you two are dropping off the grid. Please give me your phones, computers, iPads, apple watches etc. You wouldn’t be able to use them anyway - the estate is at the bottom of the Baja Peninsula on a cliff with very spotty cell service and the house itself is “smart” but there is no network to connect to. Once we get to Mexico, I will give you each a preprogrammed satellite phone. The estate has a full feet of staff that have been vetted by Mickey here to cater to your every need. You both need to focus on healing yourself without outside influences. More about that when we get on the plane. Ok, any questions?”

Eduardo shook his head no, and Lucy finally took a longer look at him. He was taller than her, probably Nolan’s height, fit, thick black hair that curled like Angela’s, and a fluidity in his movements. Plus there was something familiar about him, besides him being beautiful to look at, she was sure she knew him…. Angela looked to Lucy to see if she had questions and noticed her thinking hard. Angela laughed and said, “yes he does look familiar, doesn’t he? E - we may have finally found her - the one woman who doesn’t recognize you at first sight and who isn’t in love with you!” Lucy looks one last time at Tamera, Mickey, Angela and Eduardo and thinks to herself, “where’s Tim? Is he ok? Is he alive?” And then turns to Tamera and hugs her while saying “thank you. I love you. I’ll see you in a week.” Finally, she gets in the car.

Before Angela climbs in after them, she smiles at Tamera and says, “Eduardo won Mexico’s Idol three years ago and was a finalist last year on America’s Got Talent. You can fangirl over him when you get to Mexico.” Tamera busts out laughing and calls Patrice to tell her the car is on the way to the airport and that she’s now got competition for Mickey’s affection.

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Once I get Lucy set up in Mexico, I will address Tim and what happened in Vancouver.

Eduardo in my mind is a combination of all my favorite Latin male singers - John Secada, Mark Anthony, Ricky Martin, Enrique Iglesias, Alejandro Sanz, Carlos Santana, etc.

And Mickey is a taller version of my ex-fiancé.

#chenford #i love them #tim x lucy #lucy chen

[the-expose-on-girls]

The year is 2032.

It may sound like a couple years down the road, but for the people looking back at us from that future, this year is a lifetime ago.

The bombs have been dropped. The electrical lifelines of society have been severed. The cities have been rendered empty shells of their former selves. All maps have been redrawn with new borders, new names, new powers.

At first, people walked out of their homes and their shelters into this grey new world of destruction and debris, dressed and groomed for what was now history. The famous woman stepped into the dust, clad in skin-tight spandex, furry footwear, and an oversized knitted contraption with green-emblazoned bean drink in hand and realized the fact that millions of people knew her name would not get her through this crisis. The vintage honey of the interwebs crawled from her basement shelter, her see-through lace garment seeming a hundred years older contrasted against the rubble and her blood-red lip paint, now blended with real blood, smudged across her face.

In the aftermath, a blur of fleeing crowds and patched-together mass shelters, evidence of people's old lives was very obvious. The monochrome athletic shoes that were so popular last year, now filthy. The perfectly coordinated antique wool coat and beret, slung over a leather-bound suitcase of similar age, had all the historical charm of museum pieces, but served little purpose in the present hellscape. A moan followed by a complaint echoed through the dismal room as the most recent model of fruit-inscribed com device used the last of its limited power reserves and went black. Like a villain unmasked, it was all revealed to be oh so TRIVIAL. The trends chased, the money spent on useless items, the aesthetics sought out, the people idolized.

In this grey new world, what good will the matching spandex sets do anyone? What good will the pastel travel mugs do anyone? What good will the hundred dollar fingernail paint job do anyone? What good will the now dead luxury vehicle do anyone? What good will the half million dollar, photo-ready home, that "keeps up" with its neighboring clones, do anyone?

Only in the aftermath does anyone realize their folly.

They were so caught up in mindless consumption, competition, and entertainment, in meaningless goals, that they were distracted from the most important things: taking the time to consciously appreciate the things that truly matter while they last and preparing for the challenges ahead.

A thought provoking description.

When this notion first occurred to me, it was very tempting to laugh at the mental image of the vain, vapid, simple minded, misguided getting a cold sucker punch of reality and struggling to cope. The people who wronged me brought low. But this amusement came from a place of bitterness over past conflicts. Pondering it more seriously, more compassionately, a grim picture was painted. Our society is so caught up in meaningless nonsense and petty infighting that we are failing to prepare ourselves for the oncoming hardships. Do not place too much value on material things and social status, because in the end, 98% of people will be on a new equal, very low, level.

Take heed of this warning while there is still time.

#creative writing #warning #story #dystopia

[athamethyst]

Athame & The Mukami

Ruki

On the surface, the eldest of the four seems the most reliable. Top of his grades, charming, a natural born leader; but Athame can sense this inner tension lurking within Ruki.

When he doesn't have his nose buried in a book, she sometimes inquires about the state of the academy itself and the events unfolding in Kaminashi.

They exchange knowledge in a playful trivial kind of way, but this is Athame's way of learning more about the vampires.

She doesn't like to admit it to his face, but she seems him as an academic rival. If she scores better than him, suddenly you'll see her with the widest grin.

Ultimately she considers Ruki reliable and sees why his brothers depend on him so much.

Kou

Although many idols attend their school, it seems Kou commands the most attention out of any of them. It's for this reason she finds him unapproachable.

When they find an opportunity to work together in class, however, she finds out firsthand just how captivating he can be. His voice truly draws Athame in, and she can immediately see why he has so many fans all throughout the school and city.

Unfortunately, she also keeps her distance to avoid his crazy fans. She likes Kou, but not enough to fangirl about him and buy thirty copies of his latest album.

She'll willingly attend a concert of his though if he invites her himself. Unlikely, but she secretly hopes for a chance to get to know the idol for who he really is beneath the fame and fortune.

What concerns her the most though is how he lets the fangirls do whatever they want, even if it hurts others.

Yuma

The first thing she noticed about Yuma is how he towers above everyone else. Athame suddenly wishes she was taller.

It also greatly surprised her how he can grow his own food. She's never taken care of a plant in her life, so a whole field of vegetables blows her mind away.

And was that a sugar cube she saw him with? People eat those like snacks?? She's shook. She might use them for her tea but eating them straight like that? No way.

Academically speaking, she wishes he wasn't a bit of a himbo.

Otherwise, they'd get along perfectly.

Azusa

The scars on his face concern her. Was it a vampire? Did he survive the attack of a demon? Oh, she has so many questions for him.

And what's with all the bandages? When Athame discovers Azusa finds pleasure in pain, she's baffled. She honestly doesn't know what to say.

She swears to never tell him about or even show him her dagger collection. Unless???

Other than that, she thinks he's cute in his own weird way. Especially the beret.

Athame absolutely refuses to hurt him.

#athame kurosaki #athame & the mukami

[jontheredrc]

if I were making a new Paper Mario game, and I were actually allowed to make the sort of partners they had in the first two games, here’s a lineup I made last night at 1 AM while I was high (not necessarily in order of in-game appearance):

an artiste Snifit, dressed in a red beret and a black suit, who was scheduled to paint a portrait of Princess Peach, and they’re not going to let the latest crisis get in the way of their most important work to date! their analytical eye lets them give Mario hints about enemies and surroundings through quick study, and of course they can spit bullets!

a Koopa Troopa who has a job as a maid in a manor...early on, Mario visits a Koopa manor to ask for support or maybe just be granted access to the place where the first MacGuffin is, and the maid sneaks out in the middle of the night, eager to aid Mario in finding the nearby MacGuffin in order to convince him to take them along on the quest (and satisfy their wanderlust in the process)

Belome...yes, the Belome

“Super Fly”, a Fighter Fly luchador who got their start training themself to jump like Mario...they took a short leave from wrestling when the game plot kicks off to go check on their family, right around the same time Mario’s quest takes him through their hometown...so of course they join their idol, using their ground-shaking stomp to fight and solve puzzles

an albino Dino Rhino with clown face paint, an acrobat and performer frequently seen with a ball, either balancing it on their nose like a seal or balancing themself atop it...they’re on the same commute as Mario when their boat or train or whatever gets attacked by the villains, leaving them stranded together with the party! with the help of their fire breath, they escape the wreck, and go on a world tour alongside Mario

a Goonie adorned with a boonie hat and a camera, who roams the world taking photographs of nature and landscapes...there’s a few moments in prior chapters where they meet Mario, but refuse to join his adventure because they can take care of themself (maybe they join for one dungeon?)--but as the central plot drags on, things get too dangerous for them, so they travel with Mario for protection, occasionally carrying him across gaps or carrying bombs over enemies’ heads

a Monty Mole who’s just trying to live their best life as a farmer, at least until a MacGuffin shows up in their yard, and the villains steal it early on, making a mess of their farm and their crops in the process...they intend to join Mario so they can get revenge, use the opportunity to gather more diverse species of tubers and root vegetables and other things that grow underground, and then just stay underground as a hermit when all is said and done (though maybe travel and making friends with the other partners will change their mind...?)

#belome is here because i am an agent of chaos #sure if geno is such a licensing nightmare belome is probably a no-go but none of this is real so i can do what i want #idk man belome has such a weird design but i think he'd be endearing in the paper art style #paper mario #super mario #mario rpg

[shinwhoohoo]

Ahhh!! The two B&W photos of Shinboo you linked to several posts back—SWOONwoo!! Ya, WM wth, give us more of those?!! I don’t understand either why they would want to appeal to a younger audience by styling a 31-year old this way. Maybe I’m off here, but to me, the latest look from his bday vlive was almost like they were trying to style him a la What’s Happening with all the patterns and the headset… which doesn’t work bc he’s 31 and also I think the visual/styling for WH worked bc it fit that time in a way? Is wearing a headset still a look? 🙊😭

Also—can I just say that I really do not like that purple beret look you also linked to (from What is LovE?) with the freaking sparse bangs again, but didn’t want to offend the fandom if y’all liked it since I’m new. I’m so relieved that on here at least, we seem to be on the same page!

The thing is—if you look at all of Gongchan’s photos lately, I feel like he’s been dressing more for his age (especially in the lives the anniversary esp and the fanmeet, he looked spiffy imo), so I don’t understand what they’re doing with the opposing styling for these two and why Shinwoo’s is so off base. Is it him pushing for this…makes one think. I hope not. Anyway, this turned into such a rant and I really hate hating on any of these guys bc really I love them but still… Frustrating, I’m sure you know. I hope they pivot for his solo.

Completely agree-- though I also think the major difference with What's Happening stying (besides the 9 year age increase lmaooo I FEEL SO OLD WHY WAS 2013 9 YEARS AGO) is that... in the grand scheme of things it actually wasn't that juvenile, either? Like ok, you had crazy patterns and colors, but if you just look at the item pieces themselves, they're basically just casual or sporty wear clothes. Graphic t's, baseball caps, gym-like shorts, jerseys, sneakers etc. I guess one could argue the patterns did make them more child-like, but to me it was always more funky and quirky vs. immature.

But like now? Overalls (which not necessarily overalls on their own, but certainly with how he had them styled), the berets like you pointed out, the fuzzy cardigans and sweaters, the stickers and glitter (which I don't even mind as stage make up for performances) just all combine to really come across as something more suited for a younger idol. But idk, I don't want to come across as saying that once you reach a certain age, you can't wear things because I don't agree with that-- but-- UGH it's just not him! It's such a dramatic change, and I think that's what bothers me most about it. If he was always styled this way (*coughs* like Sandeul) than fine, but this has been a recent change, and I think that is what bothers me. Because obviously, at the end of the day, he can wear what he wants.

Gongchan has been dressing great, I agree. And I really don't want to think CNU wants or likes being styled this way... he doesn't seem to be dressing this way when he does his impromptu VLives generally.... I really don't know lol I just don't know.

#you know now that we are opening ranting about this i feel like #every new pic he uploads we are gonna be on here breaking it down #grading it on how awful and juvenile it looks or how bad his hair is styled lmaoo #b1a4 #cnu #what's happening #text #rant #reply

[ggidolsmuts]

Pump and Dump - Lee Chaeyeon

"Hey Yeji, what do you want to do this weekend? Any place you want to go?" you ask hopefully into the phone.

"Hmm? Oh sorry I forgot to tell you oppa, we have a schedule this weekend."

"Oh, I thought we were going to do something together." You try to keep the disappointment out of your voice. "It's okay, have fun!" Yeji knows you too well though.

"Aww come on, I'll make it up to you next time, have fun with Minju~" The playful tone she uses at the end tells you she knows what type of fun you'll be having with Minju.

"Maybe, sex is not all I think about you know."

"Yes, and Minju doesn't automatically mean sex you know?" She got you there.

"Fine, you're right."

"Go ahead, you better drain yourself in her, last time I blew you I nearly choked from how much you had. Minju needs to be a better cumdump."

"How can you say that so easily, aren't you an idol?" You squirm at her casual dirty talk.

"I'm your girlfriend, I care about my boyfriend's health, especially his sexual health."

"Me too!" You hear someone shout through the phone.

"Oh, Chaeryeong's here too." You blush—did she hear everything?

"I care about your sexual health too oppa, I'll do better!" Yep, she did.

"T-Thanks?"

"I won't lose to Minju, I'll—" A scuffle as they fight for the phone, and then Yeji continues for Chaeryeong.

"She says hi, we gotta go sleep, have to get up early tomorrow, love you!"

"Love you!" You sigh and lay back on your bed, maybe you will call Minju.

It only rings once. "Hi oppa! Sorry, I can't come over right now."

"Hey Minju. No no I don't need you to come over now, I—"

"You don't want to do it with me?" Looks like sex is all Minju thinks about.

"No I do, I mean— I just wondered if you want to do something tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Ah sorry, I have to film a show with Yena..." You can hear her pout.

"It's okay, maybe next time then."

"Can you fill me up after I finish filming?" You're not sure if Yeji or Minju is more brazen about sex.

"Umm sure? When do you finish filming?"

"Monday I think. Can we meet after?"

"Sure. If you won't be too tired."

"I won't be, just fill me with cum and I'll be full of energy!" Definitely Minju. "Bye oppa!"

You say your goodbyes and hang up. Well, guess you won't be doing much on the weekend.

You wake up Saturday morning, and with nothing else to do, you go back to sleep, only waking up in the early afternoon, to a few missed calls from Chaeryeong, and a message.

Oppa! If you're free, I have an invitation for a fashion thing that my sister is going to, you should go with her!

Hey Chaeryeong, sure why not, I'll be her plus one, let me know when and where!

Chaeryeong texts you the place and time, and you start going through your wardrobe—what could you wear that wouldn't embarrass you completely? You decide on a fitted black shirt, khaki trousers, matching shoes, and a grey blazer to finish the outfit. You lay the outfit on your bed and go about the rest of your day.

You don't think much about the event until your calendar alerts you, and you hurriedly throw on the outfit and head out. To your dismay, you realize that you are horribly underdressed—the event is far glitzier than your fast casual outfit. You saw suits of all colors, hats and berets, dresses with all the most outrageous cuts. You pull out your phone, wanting to text Chaeryeong that you couldn't make it and to apologize to her sister, when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hi, you must be who Chaeryeong was talking about!"

You turn to face the voice, and you are met with Lee Chaeyeon, wearing a form-fitting black one-piece, one creamy shoulder exposed, contrasting well with the dark fabric hugging her body all the way down. The frilly trim hides the curves of her chest well, but her hips are delightfully outlined, and the short dress teases her thighs for any onlookers, including you.

"H-Hi, yes, nice to meet you. Sorry, I think I'm rather underdressed for the event, it might not be good for you to bring me in." Chaeyeon simply slips her arm around yours.

"Nonsense, I'd be so bored going in alone. Besides, I like your outfit, you're making your own statement, come on, let's go!" Chaeyeon drags your shrinking self in, and you get seated next to her, thankfully several rows back from the front row, away from the cameras. The lights dim and the show begins, model after model strutting down the runway, showing off the flashiest, if not the most practical, outfits for the upcoming season. Chaeyeon hums next to you, her brows furrowed, taking in model after model. Occasionally she shivers against you, is she cold?

"You okay?" She nods and waves you off. A few more models walk by, and you feel her shiver in more violently next to you, jerking and twitching a little. You shrug your jacket off and place it over her shoulders. You brush her skin briefly, and she felt shockingly warm, hot even. She hunches over suddenly!

"Are you sure you're okay?" You lean over and down, to get a better look at her face—her cheeks were red, and she was biting her lower lip.

"Mmmm yeah I'm fine, I'm okay—mmm!" Chaeyeon clutches her abdomen, and she hurriedly looks at you. "Can you take me to the bathroom?"

"Sure, come on then, take it easy." The two of you silently slip out, and you lead Chaeyeon to the bathroom. You planned to wait for her outside, but she pulls you into the bathroom and drags you into a stall with her. "Chaeyeon—"

"Wait!" She fumbles around in her purse, her entire body quivering.

"Do you want to sit down?"

"No just wait!" She pulls out her phone and taps it, and finally she relaxes. "Whew that was close."

"What was that?" You reach for her phone, and in a panic she tries to keep it away from you, but in the small space you are able to overpower her and take it. You look at the screen, and it is clearly an interface for a remote vibrator. "So you weren't sick this whole time were you?"

"No, I was... edging myself." You set the vibrator to low, and Chaeyeon yelps, jumping a little at the sudden start.

"And why were you edging yourself?"

"Because these shows are boring, and— Ah!" Quickly she covers her own mouth, muffling her squeal as you thumb the setting up another notch.

"How close are you?" You wrap an arm around her waist, bringing her close to you. Her entire body is trembling, vibrating against you.

"So close, I'm so close, stop, please stop!" You want to tease her further, but the bathroom door opening catches you both by surprise. The click-clack of heels gets dangerously close to your stall, and you hear a faucet being opened. You hold the phone up to Chaeyeon with a wicked smirk. "What are you—" You kiss her as she shakes even more violently against you, as if anticipating your next move.

"I guess you'll just have to be quiet." You put the vibrator on high.

"That won't help—" You shut her up and cover her mouth with a hand.

Chaeyeon’s last coherent thought is That won’t help at all! She takes a deep breath, and her eyes open wide before rolling in her head, succumbing to the pleasure.

Nary a sound escapes Chaeyeon's mouth, but her orgasm is far from quiet. To your horror and infinite arousal she squirts explosively, a torrent of slick gushing out of her and splattering on the floor far too loudly. She thrashes in your arms, jerking and rattling the stall door, pulses of juice spraying out with every roll of her body she does against you, until finally Chaeyeon sags in your arms, the ecstasy physically draining out of her.

"Hello? Is someone there? Are you okay?" You try to nudge Chaeyeon to answer, but she's too out of it.

"Umm yes, sorry, my friend here isn't feeling well, I'm helping her, hope you don't mind."

"Oh of course, what happened? Did she throw up? Do you need toilet paper?"

"No, no, it's fine, she knocked a bottle of water over, that's probably what you heard, thank you though!" Still trembling, Chaeyeon reaches for the phone in your hand—you get the message and turn the vibrator off.

"Yes, thank you." Chaeyeon catches her breath and follows up weakly. "I'll be fine."

"Oh okay, I hope you feel better!" After a few tense moments you hear the heels tap away from you, and thankfully the bathroom door opens and shuts without any new footsteps coming in.

"Whew, close one," you chirp, and Chaeyeon fixes you with daggers in her eyes, her face otherwise burning red and blushing from the pleasure.

"I can't believe you did that! What if we got caught?"

"You mean what if you got caught." Chaeyeon ignores you, hiking her dress up a little and reaching between her legs. She pulls the vibrator out of her, now coated with a shiny coat of slick. Nonchalantly she exits the stall and washes the toy before drying it and putting it in her purse. She turns around and looks at you, and then the puddle on the floor.

"Aren't you going to clean it up?"

"Why me?" you mutter even as you grab a bunch of toilet paper.

"You made me cum right there, I wasn't planning on cumming just yet, so you do it." Begrudgingly you clean up Chaeyeon's mess that you made, earning a kiss for your troubles. Thankfully, no one in heels was waiting around outside as the two of you exit the newly spotless bathroom, and with zero interest in the rest of the show, you exfiltrate out a side door together.

"So..." Chaeyeon grabs your chin. "I was planning on bringing you back to my place, and then cumming on your cock, but since you already made me cum, I guess there's no need for that." You try to lean in for another kiss, but she simply tosses your jaw to the side, and you're left kissing air.

You wrap a hand around her waist once more. "Now now, we left this event early, so we have plenty of time, wouldn't you say?" Her body presses against yours, and you whisper huskily into her ear, "I take it Chaeryeong has told you some things about me?"

"And Minju too, the naughty things you made my Minju Angel do." By her words she should be angry at you, however her tone is low and needy.

"Maybe I should do some of it to you too."

"Oh no mister, I'm no cumdump like the two of them are." She suddenly reaches for your crotch, and her skilled handiwork leaves you gasping against her—she knew exactly where to squeeze to get the pleasure flowing through you. "I'm going to be a cumpump, I'm going to drain you so dry you'll have nothing for days."

"Is that a challenge?"

"It is now. My place, right now."

Chaeyeon pulls you into her bedroom, and before you can do anything else you're already sitting on the edge of her bed, her dress riding up as she mounts you, giving you access to her toned thighs, smooth skin, and so much more.

"Mmm, yes, tease me!" she purrs as you hands move up her thighs and to her hips, pushing her dress up past her crotch, allowing your fingers to drift back to her center.

"You love being teased don't you?"

"When you can cum so fucking hard afterwards, why wouldn't you? I'm going to make you love it too." Her husky voice shakes as you run a thumb over her slit, but she stays focused on her task on undoing your pants. "Will you let me edge you? It's going to feel so good for you too." Please say yes, please say yes!

You barely notice yourself standing up and letting your pants and boxers fall, because your focus is entirely on Chaeyeon's tight figure as she slips out of her dress.

"Oh yes..." You gasp at her form—she is muscular and toned, but also perfectly squishy in all the right places, and her naked body is on full display for you before she settles between your legs.

"I will take that as agreement."

"No I meant—"

"And for your reward..." A groan echoes in the room as for the first time tonight your shaft receives some direct stimulation in the form of being trapped between Chaeyeon's breasts.

"Fuck Chaeyeon!"

"That's for later, you like this? What about this?" Your mouth hangs open at the sight of your tip peeking out from between her tits before being enveloped by her lips. You grunt and jerk as her tongue flicks over your glans, the sweat gathering in her cleavage helping you glide between her cushions. "So salty, you taste so good. Oh, are you close already? That's not so good." Frustratedly you watch Chaeyeon slow down, a smirk on her face as she slowly squeezes her chest closer together, trapping your shaft from base to tip.

"No, don't slow down!"

"You agreed to it already, just sit back and enjoy it." It sounded absurd in your mind, Chaeyeon wanted you to enjoy torture! But that is all you can do, your hands scrunching up her sheets as she continues to slowly jerk you off with her breasts. Chaeyeon drips on the floor, a puddle already forming, slick beginning to trail down her thighs. He's getting bigger, stiffer!

Dizzy with arousal, you watch her play with her nipples hypnotically, see them slowly get hard between her fingers, hear her slowly begin to whine and whimper. Thankfully and unfortunately she stops, clambering into your lap instead and pushing you on the bed.

"I need you in me." She kisses you hungrily.

"I need to be in you." You return the kiss with equal fervor.

"Tell me when you're close okay? I want to edge us both," Chaeyeon asks of you as she takes off your shirt.

"Fine—argh!" you shout loudly as her tight wet heat consumes your throbbing shaft. "I'm close, I'm close!"

"Okay, don't move, don't move!" Chaeyeon holds herself still, biting her lip, resisting the urge to just sink herself down on you fully. Her hands stay planted on your chest, and you watch her hold the most sinful squat position you can even dream of, her juices trickling down the part of your cock you could see. Somehow, despite the erotic sight in front of you, you feel yourself back away from the edge.

"Okay, I'm better now." Immediately Chaeyeon dams herself on you. "Fuck!" The pleasure returns in full force, and you feel the flutter of her walls ever so minutely—how the fuck are you supposed to hold back?

Chaeyeon's back is ramrod straight, her chest thrust out deliciously as she tries to deal with the pleasure. God he fills me up so well, so full! She looks up, the ceiling reflecting her own thoughts—blank and in need of a good painting.

I kinda want to feel what Minju and Chaeryeong feel, what if he just dumps it in me? A tremble runs down her spine, and she clenches around you, trying to milk you subconciously, and making you move a little in her. Oh no, fuck, wait!

"Don't move, don't move, shit, don't move." Her nails scratch you, leaving slight red lines on your chest, the sting backing you off from blissful oblivion just enough. The very air around you two is still, as if the slightest breeze would send both of you tumbling. Breath held, Chaeyeon looks absolutely erotic as she pulls herself back from the edge, her face red. "Mmmm you feel so good, nearly lost it there already." Almost gingerly she leans down to kiss you.

"It's so hard!"

"Yeah it is." Chaeyeon sloppily snogs you, her walls clenching on you rhythmically.

"Not what I meant, fuck I don't know how much I can take!"

"I'll find out. Just tell me when you can't hold on." A shiver goes down your spine and she runs her fingers lightly over your shoulders, feather touches dotting your trembling body, gently tweaking your nipples before she runs her hands up her own body, pinching her own. You swear out loud in response, her walls tightening around you when she plays with herself. One, two, three, four, five rocks of her hips against yours.

"Chaeyeon stop stop stop!" She stops her movement, and the vacuum suction around your cock stops briefly as Chaeyeon forces herself to relax around you.

"Good boy." He listens so well, I really should let him cum in me.

"Please let's just cum?!" you cry out needily.

"Not yet, just a little more." The count hits 4 this time, and you can only manage a strangled shout to notify her. Chaeyeon's significantly wetter, her juices coating your shaft liberally, her pale skin begins to turn red under the sheer hotness of the situation.

The heat in Chaeyeon is growing exponentially by the second. I definitely want his cum in me, just tease him a little more, damn I'm so close, I’m so close!

"Great, almost there, just last a little longer for me, I'll give you everything you want." She manages to entice you between deep breaths of her own, trying to relax herself, however impossible it might be for either of you.

Three, then two grinds of her hips is enough for both of you to go nearly insane, the time taken to get to the edge getting ever so short, the time in between sweet delicious ecstasy growing ever longer. Your lips tremble like you're cold, but you are burning hotter than ever between your legs, swallowing desperately, trying to do something other than grabbing her and just fucking both of you to bliss.

Chaeyeon is equally a wreck—her hair disheveled, drool leaking out of her open mouth, dripping on to you. Your crotches are a total mess, her slick not so much dripping on to you as she is just showering you like a waterfall with her arousal. I need his cum, I need it in me, I need it in me now!

"You've been so good, I'll let you dump your cum, yes? Yes? Yes yes? Yes yes yes yes—" Chaeyeon sentence dissolves into a bunch of moans and cries as she grinds herself on you recklessly, her walls gripping you oh so tightly. Your hands grip her jiggling thighs, squeezing them like she is contracting around you—you want her to go harder, faster, squeeze you tighter! You feel your throat try to rip itself, but you can't hear your own scream, the blood pounding in your head.

Finally both of you fucking cum!

You place your seed in Chaeyeon—that's the only way she can describe the sudden fullness in her womb, so powerful your climax and so abundant your load that you instantly fill her to the brim. She screams and lifts herself off your shaft, her strong squirt gushing off you like a jet, splattering both of you with obscene fluids in obscene amounts.

You cum with her the whole time, every gush past her lips met with a shot from your tip. Out of control you both groan and scream and shout and shriek, hips jerking over and over, covering each other so absolutely completely you might as well have dunked each other in a tub of cum and juice.

"Haah, haah... oh my god, come here, come here!" Chaeyeon clambers on to you, mashing her lips against yours. After all that fucking, zero fucks were given, your bodies squirming together, semen and juice mixing messily all over both of you. You leave and receive several marks of lust on and from her until the two of you finally come down from the high, the edge Chaeyeon took you to finally dulling out into satisfying soreness.

"Oh my god, just how much did you cum?" Chaeyeon mumble as she looks down her body, the white cum and her flush making her skin look pink. She presses a hand to her abs. "In me too, fuck, I see why Minju and Chaeryeong do it. Well, I mean, do you."

"Yeah well, damn I haven't cum that hard before." And you meant every word of it, your core and pelvic muscles sore from pushing all that cum into and on her.

"Told you I'm a good cumpump." She runs a finger on her body, licking your load off it. "You taste good, no wonder Yeji loves your load down her throat."

"Have they just gone and told you everything?" you ask exasperatedly.

"Oh yes, and I'm going to tell them everything we did too, full transparency you know." She ponders for a moment. "Maybe I'll join your sessions, let's see just how much cum they can hold."

You groan in pain. "Fuck, that sounds so hot, but I'm too sore to get hard."

"Relax, plenty of time for that in the future, gonna need time for you to generate more little guys here." You shiver as she runs a finger over your balls. "Shower?"

You agree, and bodies aching the two of you limp to the bathroom, too tired to do anything but wash.

At the door Chaeyeon kisses you on the cheek. "Thanks for the fun night. I'll have to call a professional cleaner after that, you are down to split the costs right?" She bursts into her trademark laughter at your expression. "Ahahahaha I'm kidding, you'll pay some other way, I'll see you around!"

You go back home and collapse in your bed, where sleep mercifully takes you quickly, your body aching too much to even toss and turn.

Unfortunately you have to wake up, but it is not the worst thing in the world, as Minju is under the covers with you, kissing you awake.

"Oh, hey Minju, you came? I thought you were only finishing up on Monday."

"Mmhmm, but Minju cumdump missed you too much! I couldn’t wait."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sore—" but she does not take no for an answer, pouting and looking absolutely adorable until you agree to a quickie... or so you thought.

"Oppa, can I be on top?" She asks even as she swings her long legs around you.

"Sure, but why?"

"Chaeyeon unnie messaged me yesterday, she said edging you would give me a bigger load?"

You groan internally—word travels fast, and Chaeyeon really did make you pay some other way.

A/N: Okay, done with no-lifing FFXIV, so back to writing XD I tried something different where you can see what Chaeyeon is thinking in brief moments during the sex, just as an alternative to switching between first and third person like I do sometimes. I hope this is less jarring but still just as hot, something I’m experimenting with.

I will keep the switching for “story” sections as needed, but I’ll look more into this “second-person omniscient” perspective for the smut parts.

Thanks for reading! There is at least one more story planned for the month (not in this Yeji/Minju/Chaeryeong/Chaeyeon universe - Aegyo Avoidance and Angel and Devil), so do look forward to it.

#smut #izone #chaeyeon