#belated writer wednesday

[purereflectionsworld]

WIP Wednesday (belated)

Thank you so much for tagging me, @sparkleplatypuswriter ! So very excited about the Aleida chapter of your Brazil fic ❤️ - WIP linked here! I think a lot of lovely FAM writers have been tagged already but maybe not @caffeinatedcrab and @flamingo24 ?

So after I re-watched the sweet scene in the “Leningrad” episode of For All Mankind where Margo is laser focused on trying to catch a good glimpse of Aleida on the video feed, clearly missing her desperately, my brain cooked up a little scene set partway through “Legacy.” The premise is that Margo is trying to respect Aleida’s desire for her to stay clear of her personal life, but she can’t help it when an opportunity to snoop just a little bit falls into her lap. Here is a snippet from that scene. It may very well show up in an epilogue/flash forward in my current Margo-Aleida fic (link here) or somewhere else.

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You don’t get to ask me about my family or my son again. Understand?

It takes a day for Margo to recover from those words. What’s most painful to her is the way Aleida delivered them, with such quiet conviction. It would have been easier, somehow, had she yelled.

By the second day, the resignation has settled in. She’s going to respect Aleida’s request not to pry into her family life. She owes her that, at least. Aleida won’t have to worry about her fishing for details from her ex-colleagues, either. No one at NASA will even talk to Margo, except Eli Hobson. And  she’s noticed that Hobson gets skittish if she ever so much as brings up Aleida in conversation. It’s clear that he’s aware of their tension.

But still, she wonders.

Aleida’s vivid description of the post-bombing aftermath - back in that Leningrad hotel room - had glaringly left out any indication of how Aleida’s own personal life had evolved since that day. Margo is now certain that this omission was entirely intentional.

Of course, Margo remembers that Aleida had been separated from Victor at the time of the bombing. She has spent more time than she’d ever admit carefully studying the ring Aleida currently wears on her left hand, and she’s 95% sure it’s the same one she was wearing in 1995. But there are only so many ways a low-profile gold wedding band can look, and the 5% sliver of doubt eats at her. Of course, it shouldn’t matter who Aleida is with now, as long as she is happy, and co-parenting Javi with a reasonable degree of success. But when she recalls the look on Victor’s face when they’d spoke of Aleida, that night she’d first met him in the JSC lobby and he’d feared their relationship might be over - and the look on his face at their wedding, watching Aleida walk down the aisle toward him - she feels strangely unsettled. 

On the second day of asteroid capture mission discussions at NASA’s office, seating arrangements have become rather less formal. Aleida arrives just in time for the meeting, and the only seat left is directly next to Margo. She slips into the chair but doesn’t look at Margo once for the entire first hour. 

Hobson calls a five minute break, and Aleida excuses herself to the restroom. Margo stays in her seat chatting with Hobson, who’s on Aleida’s other side. As Hobson drones on and on, she sees a sudden flash of light, and realizes that Aleida’s cell phone - sitting face up on top of her notes - has lit up with a text message. When she glances down and sees the sender’s name in capital letters - VIC - she can’t resist. She’s desperate to see whether it’s the going to the grocery store before I come home tonight, do you need anything type of message, or the going on a work trip in two weeks, know it’s not your scheduled week but can you take Javi type of message. 

It turns out to be a different type of message entirely. *

[deathclassic]

thank you nosho @creepkinginc and sky @transmurderbug for tagging me in belated wip wednesday but make it saturday <3

im not much of a fic writer but i dabble here and there!

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It’s a secret between the four of them. Colin, Iggy, Mickey and Mandy. One they’ve been able to keep for years. 

Everyone knows that Laura Milkovich doesn’t live in the house anymore. That’s not the secret. 

They play along that she left them. Yeah she died, yeah she ran out on us. It’s easy and rolls off the tongue and no one really cares enough to notice their lies contradict one another. It’s for safety that they keep the lies going, to ensure Terry Milkovich never finds her.

im not gonna tag anyone bc im sure all fic writers have been tagged already!

[bardic-tales]

Happy STS!!!!

Some people use lore bibles, some people just wing it, some people are in between, but what's your favorite way to organize your worldbuilding/lore as a writer?

Hello. Happy belated STS. Thank you so much for the question, and I hope you are having a wonderful day.

I rely heavily on a story bible because having an organized and comprehensive reference helps me keep track of the exte4nsive details within my world / passion project. My story bible is sort of like a repository. It not only includes my main manuscript (3 main manuscripts if I want to be technical), but it also includes short stories, drabbles, and any AUs I develop along the way. I categorize key aspects of my passion project, such as themes, tropes, content warnings, and character / story goals, ensuring I keep consistent with the overarching narrative. I believe this level of organization keeps me grounded, even when my passion project I'm building becomes increasingly complex.

This serves as a central hub for my detail character bios (Bianca's bio is over 5k words for her Final Fantasy 7 section alone), complete with extensive character interviews and questionnaires. I also keep track of any Writeblr related events within the bible, so I can have these if god-forbids something happens to my Tumblr. This helps me flesh out character develop in ways that can evolve over time. There's also a world building section that features a timeline of the passion project, detailed maps, key location, culture notes, and, of course, answers to Worldbuilding Wednesday.

Recently, I added a section called '30 days of World building'. It's a project that provides a foundation that I continually expand upon. It's structured in a way that I can develop base elements of the world (magic system, geography, etc) in a manner that is pleasing to me.

With a story bible, I can cross-reference previous ideas and ensure consistency while also allowing room for creativity. It's a source of inspiration that I revisit to revise earlier concepts as needed.

[glossysoap]

belated wip wednesday <33

tagged by the AMAZING @ivymarquis <3 and omg thank you so much for all of ur patience and for all of the tags, they mean the world!!

bc i never did the past wip tag games, due to everything going on lol, i’ll give you a snippet of a couple wips to make up for it.

1 - snippet from part 1 of my upcoming werewolf soap mini fic, crescent in the sky.

Cerulean eyes skimmed the soldier with a displeased expression. He was wearing an intimidated expression, his eyes were wide as he looked at the Sergeant. His eyes scanning the soldiers wrinkled uniform and crooked patch, already finding uniform violation after violation. Then he scrutinized what was under the piss poor uniform, the lads muscles. Or lack thereof.

The soldier was wiry, to say the least. Barely an ounce of muscle or fat on his bones. There was no way he would make it past basic training, let alone be able to build an actual military career.

There was also no way that boy could ever please you. Not like Soap could, anyway. No one could ever please you like Soap could.

2 - snippet from my upcoming ghoap x reader covid sick fic, right as rain.

Johnny’s brow relaxed and his lips curled into a grin as he put the pieces together. Simon wanted you to have pieces of them while you were alone.

Your brows furrowed at first while you sent Simon a questioning look, before you glanced back down at the fabric and noticed the name stitched into it.

Simon Riley was stitched on the chest of the first one, and John Mactavish was stitched on to the chest of the second one.

Warmth bloomed in your chest. You looked back up at the masked man with a smile on your lips, before you brought the bundle of fabric up to your nose. After a good whiff, you hugged it to your chest. You looked back up at the both of them.

“It’s perfect.”

3 - and finally,, a snippet of my upcoming rtc multiverse au where reader wasn’t the one taken by hydra. untitled currently.

“calm down, love.” ghost would lean down to you and whisper into your ear husky voice sending shivers down your spine. “everything’s alright.”

your eyes would dart up to meet ghost’s honeyed gaze, staring down at you. your mouth would open, about to voice your concerns when soap pipes up on your other side.

“he’s right, bonnie. just relax. you’re safe here, with us.” the scotsman would murmur in your ear, so close and so warm. you could swear he emphasized the last two words but you didn’t know why he would.

and why did those two words send a shiver down your spine?

no pressure tags: @divine--serenity @warenai @sunnynomoar @violet-phantoms @shadowycreatormentality @lordlydragon @quietlyignoringyou @konigsblog @bunnyreaper @grizzersmamma @jumbojazzcats93 @pollinatedpansy (included moots here as well as writers so you can catch these snippets <3)

[whimsicalmeerkat]

wash off all this blame - Sterek goes to the beach for WIP Wednesday, please!

Very, very belated snippet. I’ve had some writer’s block on this fic.

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Derek opens the door and leans against the doorjamb. He’s looking at Stiles, but not the way Stiles expects to be looked at by someone he just woke up screaming. He looks concerned, but the way he’s watching Stiles is so different than how his dad does, how Scott has on the few occasions he’s been there when Stiles has a nightmare. Derek isn’t looking at him like he’s fragile or broken. Stiles hadn’t even realized just how much of that has been directed his way until he’s sitting here seeing its absence.

[cchapsticck]

@dreamwatch tagged me for WIP Wednesday and I have just been in shambles so here's a very belated strawman excerpt:

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That’s just kinda how he is though, just doesn’t have a lot of commentary on the comings and goings of other people and the, perhaps, legality of those activities. Not necessarily in that like, rugged individualism Americana horseshit kind of way that the good people of sort-of-rural Indiana might assume, but more because Wayne’s real damn sure its none of his goddamn business and Wayne doesn’t fuckin’ like cops. Wayne doesn’t like a lot of shit red blooded America does, that they probably assume he does too but he’s a weird fuckin’ hermit so no one knows better.

Like for one, the guy dodged the damn draft. Not like, the give peace a chance summer of love get these hippies and Jane Fonda off my lawn one. Wayne’s older than that. One before that. 

Like the story is kind of insane; Wayne said it's, like, after Korea and they’re still cold calling guys to recruit and he and this friend of his were gonna, like, make a You Break My Leg I’ll Break Yours pact at first. Kinda pussied out on it. Which like. Fair. Friend of a friend had a friend in dental school and he was gonna call them up and see if they’d put braces on him he didn’t need and couldn’t afford so the gas mask couldn’t make a seal. Like, he was saying shit was starting to look dire and he was fixing to start eating cotton balls by the sleeve so something fuzzy and weird shows up in the x-rays so he couldn’t pass the physical in a pinch. But Wayne finds this loophole, right?

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Writer friends! Show me what you got! I'm not going to tag anyone this week because I'm a mess and I am going to let everyone have the space to also be a mess this week but if you're not a mess, show it off. IDK MAN.

[oonajaeadira]

@insomniamamma

I just realized that you can't tell if the beekeeper has a right arm. A grand future?

[andthekitchensinkao3]

Very Belated WiP Wednesday

For this week’s Very Belated WiP Wednesday (thank you for the tags @kcscribbler and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, I give you a before and after look, AKA “When me, the writer, supposed ruler of this pocket universe wants a scene to go one way…and then the characters have their own ideas”.

First, my zero-to-one draft. As in, everything’s mostly bullet points, but I’ve started fleshing everything out. It’s still up for revisions as I go, but I have a clear idea of the scene. In which Mobius and Loki fight about his eating Idunn’s apples, thus restoring his youth. DUN DUNNN.

And after that, under the cut, you see what happens when Mobius takes the steering wheel.

Also, what IS my brain?

But Loki won’t budge. When Mobius asks where he’s staying, Loki says “Certainly not here. In my old room.”

Mobius, teasing. “Yeah? Wanna point me in the right direction, in case I need to find you? TVA business, or somesuch…”

Loki: I’d rather not.

Mobius: You don’t want me to know where your room is?

Loki: That’s what I said. Do I need to tell you again?

Mobius: No, of course not. I just don’t see what the big deal is. It’s not like I’ll get so drunk off my ass I’ll sneak into your room buck nekkid in the middle of the night.

Loki: Don’t talk like that!

M: *holds up his hands, cease-fire* *hangs up his jacket, or leaves it over the backrest of a chair or other* *Loki being paranoid around Odin doesn’t mean he isn’t right.*

M: Why did you eat the infamous apple? Peach? Plum hybrid?

L: What do you mean, why?

M: You didn’t want to. You said so yourself, and yet… *gestures at Loki’s fresh splendor*

L: Mother wanted me to be restored. I couldn’t refuse her, knowing what will happen in a matter of days. You think there’s something wrong with how I look?

M: I never said that. I’m just struggling to see how her wanting you ‘restored’ trumps your not wanting to eat the fruit. To my mind, what you want is just as valid.

L: “First you take issue with how I present myself to my so-called family, and now you think I’m vain for eating the fruit.”

M: I never said anything about how you present yourself to your family, don’t go putting words in my mouth.

L: I saw the way you looked at me. *brimming with restrained hurt* I see how you look at me now, like I’m a stranger who bears a passing resemblance to someone you knew once.

M: “We’re not having this conversation as long as I can’t use my words, Loki. Don’t go there.” Mobius can’t believe it. But he also can’t tell Loki to his face he doesn’t find him attractive anymore, because he’d be lying, and it takes one to know one. Loki is gorgeous. He’s beautiful. He always was. But… “I don't think you're vain because you ate the fruit. I just wasn’t expecting to watch you…do that.” *frustrated gesturing* “You’re not very good with giving people a head’s up ahead of time, are you.”

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For the “finished” version of the same scene, or a snippet of it, read more below the cut. 😁🤘

Loki kissed her [Frigga's] cheek on the way out, and waited until she’d closed the door. For what, Mobius couldn’t say. He stood there, looking as lost as Mobius felt, or more, perhaps, for the slant of his eyebrows. For how he wouldn’t look at him, and hadn’t since they sat with the rest of the royal family.

“Hey.”

Loki lifted his eyes for the first time since they entered the war room. Mobius lifted his shoulders in a half-assed shrug, hoping it could encompass everything he wanted to say - about his own preconceptions, about his ineptitude. About staying in Asgard for three whole days.

But most important of all, he had something that needed putting into words. “I’m sorry I lashed out at you this morning. I know this isn’t a social call, and I overreacted when I really shouldn’t have. Of course we don’t have to tell them anything, not even if or when you’re ready. As long as we got each other. Get each other. Yeah?”

He paused, to gauge his lover’s reaction, but Loki was as eerily blank as this whole morning. A muscle jumped at Mobius’ jaw, more for the sinking realization he’d have to do better than any lingering resentment. “I mean, I absolutely meant to be a prick, but only in the moment. I was upset, but it wasn’t right of me to-- basically throw everything in your face.”

Blank and unreadable, even for Mobius, who knew his face like his own reflection - until the facade cracked, and Loki’s face twisted into a mask of anguish that made Mobius’ heart lurch in response. He looked even younger and really quite incredibly ancient at the same time.

He caught Loki in a firm embrace before the tears started falling, and let him cling and hold on until his heart stopped acting like it was running late for an eight o’clock meeting and it was already 08:01. “Shh, it’s okay, I got you.”

“Moby--!”

“I know, honey, I got you. Panicky?” Which was their go-to question mark for when things got too much but neither one of them wanted to admit to having random panic attacks for reasons of Being Adult and Also Stupid(™).

“No,” Loki moaned, pulling away. His eyes were red-rimmed, like the rest of his features down to his mouth. “I’m just-- so angry here. I can’t--” He shook his head, stepping away to pace - angrily - from one end of the vast lounge (?) area to the other. It took him a while, but his strides were long, and Mobius thought it strangely adorable.

“Angry?”

“Yes!” Loki threw his arms into the air mid-pacing. “I could strangle Thor with my bare hands!”

“Oh!” Mobius exclaimed, to the internal tune of oh thank god and I thought I was the only one. “Me too!!” He had half a mind to grab Thor by the fastenings of his elaborate red cape, the Superman wannabe, and shake him until something popped out, to make it make sense, how he couldn’t see that Loki had been under the influence of something horrible. How could he even imagine he would go as far as an alien invasion to get back at his non-biological dad and his favorite (bastard, halfblood, blond-haired) son.

But Loki wasn’t so polite about things as a not-entirely-friendly jostling.He jabbed his finger at Mobius, though it wasn’t directed at him, as much as their current topic of discussion. “I’d like to take Odin’s spear back and ram it through his empty eye socket! I want to crush their arrogant, superior little skulls to a wet mush. On the floor. AND RUB THEIR NOSES IN IT!!”

“Uh,” said Mobius. Yeah. That whole bit, where he really wanted to tell everyone he met how lucky he was to know someone so extraordinary, so multi-faceted (vindictive) and beautiful and (absolutely furious but also too sexy for words) complex, and how could they not see that. How could Loki not see that?

Loki stopped his pacing. His eyes widened and his mouth snapped shut. “I. Said that out loud.”

“Uhuh,” said Mobius. Helpfully. “Very loud.”

[saintmeghanmarkle]

TLDR but has some great comments... by u/booksy200

TLDR but has some great comments... "...with another now going firmly back on the list – one Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex.You remember her, right? Because it’s been a while since we saw much of the duchess aside from paparazzi shots of her both entering and exiting cars and buildings. (I know, how does she fit it all in?)"Instagram photo reveals Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex relaunch looms | news.com.au — Australia’s leading news site (archive.ph) The article assumes the IG picture was recent sooo probably why I can't get into reading the whole thing. Please dig through and bring out your own nuggets. :o)---Drum roll please … On Wednesday, the duchess made her voluntary return to the social media platform, posing for a snap with her hairdresser Kadi Lee and celebrated writer Cleo Wade, captioned in part, “Belated [birthday] celebrations [with] these lovely muses”. post link: https://ift.tt/QkU4AE2 author: booksy200 submitted: August 17, 2023 at 03:51AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[bylightofdawn]

WIP Wednesday?

Okay I missed WIP Sunday and definitely was in no place to work om anything on Monday so have a belated WIP Sunday.

FAIR WARNING, there are some very heavy topics being discussed in this snippet, including suicide and a very based and unhealthy attitude towards suicide which I certainly don't encourage and believe as the writer but it feels pretty in keeping with the character's rather severe attitude towards such things. Just, please be mindful of your mental health.

Aside from this, it marks a sort of turning point for Cody and Slick's contentious relationship. They aren't gonna come out of this as besties but maybe they will manage to make it through the trip without strangling one another. As always it's super rough and has not be edited or looked over, etc.

Cody was too busy having his emotional breakdown to really acknowledge that, and he hastily rubbed at his eyes to try and wipe the evidence of tears away.

“I’ve been questioning for months why we would have gunned down Kenobi as we did. He was our General and we loved him.” The unspoken 'I loved him' resounded in the air, unstated but very much present all the same.

Slick, who had made his disdain for the Jedi abundantly clear, didn’t even offer any commiserating attempts at offering comfort. A part of Cody almost respected that. He would have been more offended if he’d tried to give him some osik about how Kenobi had been one of the good ones.

“You can blame those damn cloners for that. And the newly crowned Emperor. He was apparently playing us all the entire time. We are just pawns on his personal dejarik. A part of me could almost admire the long con if I didn’t want to shoot him in the head repeatedly. But that ain’t happening.”

Cody sucked in a sharp breath of air because it made much sense. The at the time Supreme Chancellor had reached out to him on his personal comm and had informed him to execute Order 66 and from there, everything had grown hazy and his memories from there on were almost completely obscured and impossible to focus on.

“He comm’d me. That bastard comm’d me and told me to execute Order 66 so he knew exactly what he was doing.”

“Yeah, that holds true of a lot of clones who have been extracted. They got that order, turned on their Jedi, and just massacred them.”

Cody physically flinched at those blunt words.

Slick frowned and fiddled with some buttons on the control panel of the ship.

“Look, why don’t you go back to medical and try and get some rest. I won’t pull anything, Won’t try and restrain you, but that arm of yours is still infected as hell, and you know what the medics always said about how important rest was to recover. And I’m sure you don’t want me to watch you fall apart. So I’m willing to give you some privacy to do that." Slick said without glancing in Cody's direction.

"Just…tell me know where your head is at? You’re not going to do something stupid like try and find a blaster or something sharp and do some kind of ridiculous attempt at redemption by taking your own life or anything? Are you a danger to yourself? Cause, that’s happened and I don’t want to clean up any more blood from my ship.”

Cody scoffed audibly. “I’m sure that would be a major inconvenience for you.”

“I already told you, I hate your guts but I don’t want you dead. We all have our paths to redemption and trying to save as many brothers as I can is mine. I also would like to think you’re not a coward who would take the easy way out but I could be wrong.”

“I’m not going to kill myself. I’m going to find a way to kill the kriffing Emperor and anything else who helped him screw us over.”

“An admirable goal but a foolish one. But everyone needs a purpose in life even if it one fueled by hatred I guess.”

That statement rubbed him the wrong way and Cody could practically heart the ghost of Obi-Wan’s voice in the back of his mind cautioning that hatred was just the path to the Dark Side and a lecture he’d given to Skywalker more than once.

But he wasn’t going to share that with Slick.

He pushed himself to his feet, feeling creaky and old as poor 99 in that moment.

“Try and eat the food I left you too? I’ll check on you later and see how you’re doing.”

“Don’t bother. Just let me know when we leave hyperspace and we’re on approach to wherever we’re going.”

“You’re not the boss of me or my CO anymore, Cody.”

“I don’t…care, do whatever you want.” He mumbled as he left the cockpit, suddenly desperate to put some distance between the shabuir and himself.

Cody made it to the med bay without any incident and eyed the food Slick had left him with little appetite. He realized suddenly what he wanted more than food itself, even if his stomach did rumble at the sight of it, was a trip to the refresher. He wanted to wash the embedded dirt and grime from himself because the idea of climbing back into that bed as filthy as he felt was unbearable.

He found what looked to be a com relay and pressed the button. “Hey, Slick? You got a refresher on this bucket of bolts?”

“Don’t insult my baby like that. But I do have one attached to the bunk room. Unlocking it now, don’t go through any of my stuff.”

“I couldn’t care less what kind of weird holoporn you’re interested in.” He sassed him tiredly as he turned back around to where he’d encountered the closed door before, which he’d thought might be the personal quarters on the ship.

He found the sonic readily enough. It wasn’t anything fancy and Cody found himself missing actual water showers because the heat and pressure of the water pounding on his shoulders might have loosened some of his tension but he wasn’t going to look a gift bantha in the mouth.

He stripped the spare set of clothing that Slick had dressed him in and stepped under the sonic and pushed the button to activate them. The familiar queer sensation of being ultrasonic vibrations hit his body. He knew some Natborns complained about having to use sonic showers, but he’d probably taken more of them than actual showers in his life. An actual shower with water was a rare luxury and the GAR hadn’t cared overly much about supplying luxuries to their soldiers.

Still, after weeks of not having a proper hygiene routine, this was practically the lap of luxury. He could feel the sweat and grime evaporating from his body and leaving him feeling the cleanest he’d felt in weeks.

If he tarried overly long in the sonic and had a fresh new emotional breakdown, that was no one’s business but his own. The sonic cleared tears away as easily as it cleared grime.

When Cody finally recovered enough to face the world again, he stepped out of the sonic shower only to discover Slick must have come in and traded out the clothes he’d given him before with a fresh pair as well as a set of fresh bacta patches and bandage. He also found a toothbrush and a tube of depil cream. The urge to slather it on his face and get rid of the itchy beard he’d been growing for the past few weeks was very tempting, but better sense won out.

The beard would help hide his instantly recognizable clone face somewhat, so he opted to keep it for now until he could figure out a better solution. He struggled a bit with trying to re-wrap his arm after he’s slapped a fresh bacta patch on his wound.

It was still a pretty gruesome sight and was puffy and leaking serous fluid. At least it wasn’t the same cloudy, smelly pus that had been leaking from the wound before. More importantly, those angry red lines tracing his blood vessels had faded so he suspected the risk of septicemia was past him.

Cody couldn’t believe the only thing standing between and death had been the most basic of medical supplies. In that moment, he understood Slick’s motivation for wanting to help as many brothers as he could. Because how many of them were out there living rough and on the run unable to escape Coruscant and other planets?

As much as he wanted to find a way to kill Palpatine, he suddenly understood why there were so many clones involved in this shadow operation Slick was part of.

When he closed his eyes, he could almost picture that frustratingly enigmatic but pleased smile Obi-Wan frequently had whenever someone figured out whatever obscure point he’d been trying to make without saying it. He hadn’t been a frequent recipient of it but he’d certainly seen Skywalker and others get it more than a few times over the years.

Pain blossomed anew in his chest like an exquisite flower comprised of razorblades and limed in acid.

He had to take a couple of deep breaths to compose himself before cleaning up after himself, and he made his way toward the med bay once more.

[jefelen-presents]

“Craving” (2023)

Wednesday, March 8th, 2023 (23:32) JEFELEN ALMOST missed making this announcement, owing to personal life struggles...

It was my pleasure to have served as Executive Producer on Jason Horton's horror/thriller feature, "Craving" (in conjunction with 50 Caliber Productions™, and in association with World One TV™ and Sky Island Storytelling™), which sees release as of today!

http://www.cravingmovie.com

After a drug deal goes south, four desperate heroin addicts barricade themselves in a country bar as a sinister group of masked individuals gather outside.  Besieged, and with the manifest effects of withdrawal beginning to set in, further embroiling their impromptu hostage situation, a dark secret one of them is harbouring threatens to surface, raising with it the very real potential to destroy them all!  Now they must all work together in order to escape, or else face the monster within...

Featuring disturbing practical prosthetic effects by BRAVO F.X.™.  Distribution is being handled by Indie Rights Movies™.  Available now to rent or buy through the following electronic vendors:

Prime Video™: http://www.amazon.com/gp/video/detail/B0B8XQHPFK

Google Play™: http://play.google.com/store/movies/details/Craving?gl=US...

YouTube™: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZK-WDKamSYY

To coincide with the general release of the movie, a red carpet world première shall also be staged on this occasion, courtesy of Laemmle Theatres, to take place at NoHo 7 (located at 5240 Lankershim Boulevard, North Hollywood, California) as part of their 'One Fright Only' programme (sponsored by FirstGlance Film Fests).

http://www.laemmle.com/film/craving

Doors are scheduled to open at 7:30pm PST, on Wednesday, March 8th.  It's late notice, I confess, but tickets do remain available, albeit in limited supply: http://41820.formovietickets.com:2235/T.ASP?WCI=bt...

In addition to the debut screening, a live Q&A session shall follow, hosted by Gigi Gustin, and featuring writer/director J. Horton, producers Ashley & Kevin, along with effects artist Robert Bravo.  If you're able to make it (at such short notice), then you won't want to miss this...

#JasonHorton  #Craving  #ItWillTakeHold  #SolidBeast  #ThereAreMonstersInAllOfUs   #IndieRightsMovies  #WorldPremière  #AvailableNOW

BREAK!!**

Thursday, March 16th, 2023 (13:31) I'd have shared these sooner, being that it's been a full week already, but reportedly The Academy™ staging it's award ceremony within days of the "Craving" première has lead to delays in what Getty Images™ has been able to process.  Be that as it may, here's a (somewhat belated) glimpse into the red carpet comings and goings of that evening:

http://www.gettyimages.com.au/search/2/image...

At the time of writing, there's but a mere nineteen images on display, despite it having been a sold out capacity crowd on the night... however this number will likely increase over time, I suspect.

{x}

Tuesday, March 28th, 2023 (23:32) Generally speaking, I don't make a habit of sharing material of this specific nature, as this isn't content I typically go in for, personally, but I do feel that "Craving" ought to be receiving more attention than I've been able to muster thus far, so here's a new review trailer, featuring pull quotes provided by the likes of The Independent Critic, Film Threat, PopHorror, Voices from the Balcony, Influx Magazine (& Entertainment News), along with those of IndyRed, for your considered attention:

http://www.youtube.com/embed/-4ApMnk6tOw?vq=hd720&rel=0...

Seeing what the critics have had to say in response to this J. Horton release, maybe take a look and judge for yourself.

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Sunday, September 24th, 2023 (13:31) So, an intriguing (if not amusingly non sequitur) promotional campaign has been run over the past couple of months (that I'm only just now becoming privy to, for one reason or another), which I shall accordingly mirror serially in the comments below over the next week or so, in the interest of attracting "Craving" a little further attention here -- news to follow...

Sunday, October 1st, 2023 (23:32) The question needs to be asked: in the modern climate of agenda-driven editorials and politically-motivated misinformation, have YOU found yourself craving news with a little more... bite?  Well then, look no further -- #CravingNews is now a thing (apparently!), and it's delivering all the hard-hitting facts you've been hungering for:

Sunday, October 8th, 2023 (13:31) With abominable headlines like this, one naturally feels compelled to ask: is it his FOOT that this philandering cryptid should be named after...?  #CravingNews

Sunday, October 22nd, 2023 (13:31) Batboy couldn't possibly be wrong!  #CravingNews

Sunday, October 22nd, 2023 (13:31) I've heard tell that one has to have their wits about them when frequenting a Cracker Barrel™, m'yes...  #CravingNews

Monday, October 30th, 2023 (23:32) An honest peak behind the curtain: I unwittingly attached the wrong image to that previous entry for a while there, prematurely showcasing this article -- fixed now.  I then went and FORGOT to update yesterday as planned -- so that which was initially presented seven days early is now being published a day late!  Be that as it may, while I might have missed my deadline here, you sure wouldn't want to miss out on those highly sought-after Taylor Swift concert tickets...   #CravingNews

Sunday, November 5th, 2023 (23:32) And to think, certain exponents are still harping on about the E-MAILS of Hillary Clinton...!  #CravingNews

Sunday, November 12th, 2023 (13:31) Okay, so the previous edition of #CravingNews may have admittedly contained minor spelling errors... but now, thanks to the futuristic wonders of modern technology, such egregious misprints are most assuredly a thing of the past (plus, the truth about Mike Pence revealed...).

Sunday, November 19th, 2023 (23:32) Forget what you may or may not have read about Shrimp Basket™ and/or Airbnb™, #CravingNews has the real scoop, and it ought to be music to everyone's ears -- "Craving" is making noise on a certain FOX™-owned over-the-top content platform...!

#TrustUs  #WeDoOurOwnResearch  #SeeBelow

Tuesday, October 31st, 2023 (23:32) It may have become apparent through several of those satirical #CravingNews headlines that "Craving" is actually now available (for FREE!) on the Tubi™ ad-supported streaming service -- you can actively see for yourself right here:

http://www.tubitv.com/movies/100001990

Being that it's now October 31st, and therefore Halloween (wOoOoOoOoOh!), why not cap off the #Spooktober season by giving this a look?  Of course, in the event that you enjoy the presentation, please do consider paying to rent or purchase the movie through one of the aforementioned outlets, so as to help ensure the production of future projects of this ilk.  #SupportIndependentCinema

Tuesday, December 12th, 2023 (13:31) Some of you who have been paying attention over the past nine months will have noticed that the video thumbnail featured at the outset of this running presentation has since changed -- this has been updated to better market the physical distribution of "Craving", which is now commercially available on DVD and blu-ray through the following merchant outlets: Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CJ4C2QMN http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CJ4GC4WL Walmart™: http://www.walmart.com/ip/5054134896 http://www.walmart.com/ip/5096250790 Best Buy™: http://www.bestbuy.com/site/36099389.p?skuId=360... http://www.bestbuy.com/site/36099316.p?skuId=360... Merchbar™: http://www.merchbar.com/rock.../craving-rock/cravin... http://www.merchbar.com/rock.../craving-rock/cravin... So if you've streamed the movie to your satisfaction, now's your opportunity to own a copy of your own for prosperity, which can only been seen as something to smile about!

Thursday, March 14th, 2024 (23:32) 2024 UPDATE: I've been meaning to share this for some time, in all honesty, because I'm genuinely impressed with the outcome... and I think you will be too!  While "Craving" primarily employs traditional practical effects to achieve the disturbingly tangible sensibilities of its visuals, digital effects were still used sparingly in order to enhance what was captured in-camera, most notably during the flashback sequences.  For these, in particular, emerging software applications were utelised in order to de-age our actors, as showcased here by the industrious Brook Hubbs:

http://www.facebook.com/214902598/videos/1330317184494496

It's no secret that I'm not a fan of the technology -- AT ALL -- but even so, when it's applied appropriately, the results really can speak volumes for themselves.  Given the modest budget we had to work with for this movie, the augmented footage is remarkably convincing, I feel, and truly enhances the overall presentation, selling those sequences in ways that probably wouldn't have worked otherwise.  I'm not ashamed to say that there's a degree of bona fide pride that comes with putting out vision of this respectable quality.

[insomniamamma]

Clean Dirt: Ezra x f!reader w/Cee

A/n: For writer Wednesday, @autumnleaves1991-blog​. Same reader as Prickle, but this stands alone. Read Prickle if you care about how Artichoke got her nickname. Cee swears like a Puggart Bench dock worker and Ez blames you. Reader is established crew with Ezra and Cee. 

Warnings: language. Flirting. Mention of giant bugs.

          "We have got to air out this pod." Ezra and Cee sit under a heavy tarp stretched from the side of the pod, tethered to surrounding trees. They are engrossed in a game of Ships and Kings. Cee chews on her thumbnail and eyes the board.          "Kevva waits, birdie, make your move."          "Shut up, Ez, I'm thinking."

         They aren't paying you a bit of attention. Syrinx-7 is a gentle world, if hot and humid. The gravity is a fraction of standard, the oxygen levels a bit higher, so you get insect-analogues that would have been at home on prehistoric Terra. Shadows pass over the trees and some primal part of you shrinks from an approaching predator, but when you look up you see translucent flying creatures the size of small air-craft. Filter-feeders, Ezra told you, they just ride the currents with their mouths open and swallow whatever happens to fly in. Translucent flesh laced with wire-thin bones, but that's not why you're here. This is a proper bug hunt. You're after scythe-wings, a night hunting predator. Their ichor has valuable medicinal properties. The trick is to tap 'em and let them go, said Ez, and showed you the tools, a sharp spile that you stab between the third and fourth thoracic plates. Showed you the specialized containers to dump that black blood into, temp controlled with a faint electric current flickering through the inner lining, to mimic the inside of a scythe-wing's body. You got to fool the ichor, said Ezra, trick it to think it's still safe and inside, otherwise it breaks down and all you got is a bunch of worthless black gunk.          Scythe-wings are nocturnal. The three of you set up the light-towers, and assembled the stun sticks, and now there's nothing to to but wait until it gets dark. You'd wandered back into the pod to grab some Bits Bars and the smell had damn near knocked you down. The air of Syrinx-7 is clean and sweet, no scrubbers or suits necessary, and after getting a few good lungfuls of it, the inside of the pod smelled terrible, body odor and mildew and stale food.          "I'm dead serious," You say, "Y'all are just blind to it. Go back in right now and tell me I'm wrong."

         Ezra stands and stretches theatrically. He's long-since ditched his shirt in the heat and you can't help but admire the slide of his back muscles under his skin. He turns his head and smirks at you and you find something really interesting in the dappled undergrowth to look at, heat creeping up you neck. Kevva, this is so unprofessional.          "I suppose we can take a break," says Ezra.          "You only want to take a break because you're losing," says Cee.          "Don't you touch that board, Artichoke," says Ezra.          "Cee doesn't need my help to kick your ass at Ships and Kings."

         You stand in the shade of the tarp and wait as the two of them open the pod and poke their heads in.          "Kevva's sakes, she's right--"          "This pod smells like an old man's balls--"          "Cee!" You splutter laughter.          "Feeling personally attacked there, Ez?" You call. Ezra and Cee practically climb over each other to get out of the pod.          "Oi!" says Ezra, "You are a terrible influence on this young lady. You have taught Cee a myriad of rude expressions, some that even I find objectionable." He's chiding you, but he does it with a teasing smile. Cee rolls her eyes.          "It really does stink in there," she says, "We can crank the panels open, I guess."          "We got anything onboard that passes for laundry detergent?"          "Got some degreaser I think," says Cee.          "That'll work."

         Ezra usually sets down near a body of water. It's a lot easier to fill the pod's tanks than to rely on the ‘cyclers. Also there is the comforting knowledge that, at least for a few cycles, you're not drinking your own recycled piss. Clean water in the fringe is a luxury, and this world has clean water aplenty, cut through with rivers and rushing streams like the one you've landed next to. If not for the low grav this would be prime real estate. Turns out human reproduction only works at a certain gravity. Syrinx-7 is just below that threshold. Eventually, this will be some vacationer's paradise. Trees knocked down to make way for gleaming hotel blocks, but there will never be a permanent human settlement here. A pretty place for people who can afford passage on the jump-yachts.

         You've disconnected the intake hose from the pod and use it to fill a cargo tub. The water mixed with the industrial cleaner foams. Not ideal, but it should do the job.  The pod resembles a flower in bloom, the feather-panels all hand-cranked open. If the 'chutes fail, the panels pop, a last ditch effort to slow a falling pod.          "Grab me another tub, would you?" You ask, and Ezra ducks back under the shadow of the tarp. Cee shoves a tub full of dirty laundry towards you.          "This is everything I could find," says Cee, "What about the suits?" You shake your head. Cleaning an exo-suit is a bit more than you can manage dirtside.          "Take apart what you can and hang 'em on the line," you say, "We can air them out at least."          "How long are you idiots going to dance around each other?" Cee stands with her hands planted on her hips.          "I don't kn-"          "Between the pod and the tent we share a living space the size of a cargo can," says Cee. You hunker beside he tub, scrubbing fabric against itself, hoping the degreaser will at least take some of the smell out. Fuel-to-weight limits dictate how much you can bring down with you. Extra changes of clothes are usually one of the first things to be sacrificed.          "And?"          "Come on," says Cee, "I've seen how you look at each other. It's pitiful. You get all bashful and he makes those Big Dumb Eyes at you. Just give me some warning when you two dumbasses finally decide to hook up. I'll make sure to turn my music up extra loud."          "Kevva wept." you mutter, but Cee is already headed back beneath the tarp. Ezra comes out of the shade, dragging an empty cargo tub. He plops down beside you on the stream bank.          "Can I help?" That question is loaded. When you first joined Ezra and Cee as crew he was still getting used to doing everything left-handed. The few times you'd offered help, he'd lashed out at you and then shame-facedly apologized to you later. It's not you, he'd said, I let my frustrations spill over. I should have been more clear with you initially. I have to relearn these things on my own. Please do not offer help. If I need something from you, I will ask. We clear? Clear. You'd said.          "Sure," you say, "I'll start handing you stuff. You rinse it out in the stream and dump it in the tub you just brought. Clear?"          "Clear," says Ezra, and the two of you work in companionable silence for a beat, the sound of the stream babbling away, and an absent snatch of music you hum, words unremembered, something Cee was listening to. You pass clothes off to Ezra, socks and t-shirts and PUZU gear that Cee favors, boxers with frayed elastic and sagging seats.          "We make enough Ez," you say, "You can get yourself some undies without holes in em."          "Same goes for you, Artichoke, I could read a newspaper through some of the sleep-shirts you wear. Not that I'm complaining, mind." You feel your neck and ears getting hot. Kevva. He's been looking at you the same way you've been looking at him.          "At least we'll have something clean to change into once we wash off the bug-guts," you say.            "Things go right and there won't be any splatter," he says.          "Yeah, and since when do things go right?" Ezra laughs, eyes crinkled shut, his dimple showing. He laughs more now than when you first joined up.          "You got me there," he says, "This all of it?"          "Yeah." He stands and offers his hand, helps you to your feet, but then he doesn't let go, just holds your hand in his, the calloused pad of his thumb brushing over the tender skin on the back of your hand.          "You're good to us," he says, "Me and Cee would be living like a couple of channel rats caught in a conduit if not for you." You're not sure what to say, you don't have words for what you're feeling. How do you tell Ezra that after leaving Falnost with the dust still clinging to your heels, after kicking around the ass-end of the Great Arm, you found a home with this tiny crew? You don't know what to say so you squeeze his fingers in yours.          "Come on," you say, "You get one end and I get the other. Cee's got the line hung."

         The two of you wrestle the tub of wet clothing over to a stretch of rope that Cee's  tied between a pair of trees. Your exo-suits hang draped over the rope, for all the good it will do. Those will stink until you can get them professionally cleaned on station. There's nothing in the pod that can serve as clothes-pins so you and Ezra drape your wet clothes over the line.          "What if it falls off?" Asks Cee, arms crossed over her chest.          "What if it does?" You ask, "At least it'll be clean dirt."

Tags: @honestly-shite​

[afan1]

The Wilds: Season 1 Rewatch

Hey, everyone! With Season 2 of The Wilds premiering on May 6, 2022, I thought I'd go back and rewatch season 1 again after the long hiatus.

I'm going to be posting my thoughts on the episodes as I watch them, so hopefully y'all will join me in getting excited about the upcoming season! I can't wait, so let's dive right in!

SPOILER WARNINGS — While it is an episode recap, there may be spoilers for the entirety of season 1 of The Wilds. Continue reading at your own risk if you haven't seen all of it yet.

The Wilds | 1x01: Day One

Favorite Quote

Yeah, well, I'm not a lesbian. Sorry to disappoint. I just like storage. — Dot Campbell

Personal Highlights of the Episode

Dot smoking as the plane was going down... total fucking mood. I could only hope to be as badass as Dot if I was ever in a plane crash scenario.

The Jeff / Leah relationship makes me cringe, but I chuckle every time I see the "happy belated birthday" high five in the hotel room. It is so awkward, and then Leah even adds a little hand tap... I can't.

Things I Didn't Catch the First Time

Dot has her lighter and pack of cigarettes just chilling in the cupholder on the plane.

When Shelby walks past Fatin on the plane after suggesting icebreaker games, Fatin is smoothing out her eyebrow with her middle finger. Probably random and unintentional, but if not — it's hilarious.

It's dark outside when Leah is driving Jeff to his hotel. Like, did she have to wait around for him after school? Was the drive that long? Honestly, idk how the school wouldn't get into some shit asking a student to drive a grown-ass man to his hotel. You're telling me there wasn't ONE adult staff member available?

The green dial button is still on the phone screen during Martha and Fatin's calls... oops!

Observations / Theories / Questions

The Timeline Doesn't Make Sense — It's shown that Leah gets (presumably) her last text from Jeff on Wednesday, July 10.

We can assume that they were in a non-sexual relationship at least a few weeks before September 5 (Leah's birthday) based off her reply to his drunk text. Then, following her birthday, a sexual relationship until at least June 2.

Jeff and Leah's relationship could have lasted anywhere from the beginning of August to the end of June/beginning of July the following year.

Does the East Bay Academy of Art go to school year round? When does the Island Retreat begin, because I thought it was a whole summer thing aka 3 months? Someone EXPLAIN this to me pleaaaaase. I'm honestly scared that the writers won't explain any of this and it will be the biggest plot hole for the show.

If you want to get even more confused... We know Martha's evidence box that Young goes through in the bunker has a January 10 date on them. Leah is still worked up over Jeff in her interviews. A whole 5-6 months following their last text in July and after a whole mf'ing traumatic experience living on a deserted island. Girl. I love you, but please, move on (my shipper heart will be content with Fatin).

Theory — Why not have Rachel, the super athletic and skilled diver (aka: swimmer) be the subject placed in the water with Jeannette? They are the only two in the ocean following the plane crash (extremely dangerous btw since Leah was sedated). I think that Leah (Gretchen's favorite) was Jeannette's primary "target," so that she could shift Leah's train of thought about the island, observe her more closely for Gretchen, etc. So how do you get a girl that you don't know to bond with you more quickly? Only place them in a similar situation that none of the other girls are in.

Theory — Gretchen had scouted Leah for her experiment prior to the Jeff relationship (or shortly after). Remember: Leah had thought her life was boring and unremarkable. Gretchen probably could have easily convinced Leah herself or her parents to branch out and goes on a summer retreat. But, enter Jeff: exciting, remarkable, loving... everything Leah wanted. Now Gretchen realizes that Leah's new infatuation would prevent her from agreeing to leave for a whole summer, Gretchen mailed Leah's birth certificate to Jeff to induce the breakup and ensure that her favorite subject would be on the island.

None of the girls question why they aren't seriously injured after a plane crashing into the ocean. The only injuries (excluding Jeannette) are Martha's ankle, blood on Toni's ear, and Shelby's flipper being cracked. To make matters worse — Gretchen's people would have had to manipulate these injuries (super creepy and unethical). Like did these assholes really hurt Martha's ankle so bad that it blew up like a balloon? And completely invading Shelby's privacy by getting into her MOUTH and breaking the flipper. omg.

Probably completely random and irrelevant, BUT the Dawn of Eve logo has nine letters... potentially corresponding with the nine girls sent to the island. Furthermore, there's two periods in the logo between the words... potentially corresponding with the two confederates that Gretchen assigns to the experiment.

Shelby Curse Count: 1

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ANNNNND that's a wrap on episode 1. It's long, I know, but I hope everyone (anyone?) that read it enjoyed it or you know, don't think I'm a complete idiot. There's a lot more that I could have covered, but shit's long enough. Like Rachel and Nora's dynamic together (and individually) in episode one could have led to a 4-page essay. The Shoni interactions early on knowing how that ends up at the end of the season, FATIN in general with her remarks because they are top tier. You get my point.

Tell me what your favorite quotes, moments, theories and observations are for episode one! Maybe we think alike or maybe you have some theories that I hadn't thought of yet. Let's discuss!

I'm going to try to get the recap on episode two out asap, so stay tuned!

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

A late happy WBW! Are there any interesting fantasy species (plant or beast) in your world? Do any of them feature in the story? Alternatively, do your main characters have a favorite animal or plant (real or fictional)?

hello and how are you?

Happy Belated Worldbuilding Wednesday, beloved Apple! No worries about coming a bit late, it is totally fine! Thank you for the wonderful ask! c:

Let us gather the Wanderers and get down to business! We will be focusing the WIP, Marathon Runners for this one! And probably will end up rambling, but oh well. (￣y▽￣)╭

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Are there any interesting fantasy species (plant or beast) in your world? Do any of them feature in the story?

Yes, to all of this, actually! Marathon Runners features both a very unique plant and beast within the stories, both of them coming into play in the timeline, for different reasons!

The first up is the Beast, which are known as Hellhounds! The Beasts are made up of metal, steam, and Alchemy. Woven together with the Woodwork of the Inscribers and given borrowed life by the Sigils of the Alchemists, the Hellhounds run on steam and blood. They are not so mindless as hellbent on doing the orders of those whose blood and Magicks run through their steam engines.

These Beasts are made by the Logicians of Ekios, in order to hunt down those deemed traitors or social chaotics, and the Beasts do come out early on in the story! They are chasing someone down, and luckily for him, the Hellhounds hold no power within Blasia. The Lands are protected from such devil dogs by the Guardian himself, Arachollow.

The person glances up, Ada trying to glance with them until a howl hits the air, freezing her blood. It does the same for the person, she can see it in the way their face grows whiter than their eyes. Like an animal, caught and cornered. She spits into their face, their eyes immediately snapping to look back at her and she tries to bleed her intentions through her eyes. Speaking is out the window, especially because she can already hear the steam spraying from the beasts, but they could still run. She could still run.

The second up is the Plant, which are called, Moonhollow Flowers, and these blooms hold unique properties when in the presence of Worldfarers and especially when touched/handled by those of Clarin(g)borne descent.

A sacred plant that is protected and housed within the Grand Night Botanical Garden on the edge of Brittlemore, the Moonhollow holds stories and myths within its petals. It is said that the flowers were formed from the tears of the Dragon of the Void, Bailrai, after the Ancient heard the cries of Arcahollow. Said to gift the Worldfarer with the Blessings of the Void and Worlds, they were how the Botanical Garden was made. It is said that the Garden itself was molded from the vines and roots of the flower, and that Arcahollow split the Lands of Ekios and Blasia with them.

She remembers the tiny tour that Lux was able to give her, notes every small word that he had breathed out, now back in his domain. "All of the flowers are wonderful, but you must wander to the roses. My Family found some without thorns; they twist as if they are a vine, climb as a weed, bloom as the most bountiful harvest of berries. They are known as Moonhollow blossoms. They are the founding flower. Apparently, the great Arcahollow gave rise to them. Some even call them the mark of the Worldfarers." She takes a small breath, catches the scent of rain and wind and something so otherworldly, it fits with its foundation. The flowers seem to jingle with that silent allure that Lux possesses. Ada would more think that they symbolize him, and his Family, than the entirety of the Beings of the Stars. She stops at the beginning of the vines, gently scoops up a branch that begs for its leaves to be held, letting herself drown in the scents of the Worlds and her person. Closes her eye for a beat and allows her soul to sink into the soul along with the flowers.

For your other question, Ada adores the Moonhollow blossoms! And Lux actually enjoys cats and NORMAL dogs. (≧∀≦)

This Ask Led To 125 Words! !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

Into The Word Box: 7,420

[frannyzooey]

Writer Wednesday (super belated post)

60’s secret agent marcus moreno x f!reader

the fog universe [for more, search #fog inspo]

rating: the softest

The surf pounds against the shore and you watch the constant, gentle flutter of his short dark curls in the ocean breeze.

A relaxed lean into your beach chairs, your toes dig wells into the sand while he thinks about the question and your hand reaches for his, your fingers loosely entwining.

The gulls shriek overhead, dipping and gliding in the clear blue sky and his cheeks are pink with heat, the rest of his body deeply tanned.

“I don’t know”, he answers eventually, turning his face towards you. He squints against the sun, a lopsided one that includes a smile. “I guess I wouldn’t go anywhere. Maybe here?”

“Here doesn’t count”, you laugh and his smile stretches wider at the sound of it.

“Why not?”, he asks affectionately, his fingers moving with yours. “I like it here the best.”

You hum, nodding your head slowly and he smiles warmly at you before returning his gaze back to the waves. The two of you watch them fold over one another for a moment, an endless rhythm of liquid and foam fanning out over the darkened sand before retreating.

A push forward, a slow pull back; a push, a pull, a push, a pull; just like the two of you last night in the darkness of your room.

You’d asked him questions afterward, the hushed murmur of his answers filling the small space between your bodies as he told you about his training, his early missions, mistakes he’d made — and it’s like he’d been waiting this whole time for someone to tell his secrets to; to unburden his soul.

Sated in so many ways, the blue light of dawn had just begun to filter into the room when he fell asleep mid sentence. His face tucked into the fold of your neck, you stayed awake to savor the slow, comforting skim of his warm breath over your chest before succumbing to sleep yourself.

A late morning, an even later breakfast (can it be called that at noon?) and now you resume your questions on the beach; the midday sun highlighting the chestnut threaded throughout his mussed hair.

“Okay, I’ve thought about it”, he says, bending one leg at the knee and your eyes drop down to his firm thigh, his shorts high on it. “London, maybe. I like it there.”

You raise your eyebrows with approval — London would suit him, you think.

You can see the two of you living there; a flat in the bustling city, late nights in the pubs, drives on the weekend to the countryside and you suddenly pause at how you automatically pictured this dream scenario with the both of you and not just him.

You smile secretly to yourself, savoring the thought, tucking it away.

“I’ve always wanted to go there”, you reply, shifting in your chair to lean over for a kiss.

He grants you one, his full lips slightly chapped, a slow opening of his mouth against yours and the breeze caresses your flushed skin, his tongue a gentle brush against yours.

His hand comes up to hold you in place, the pads of his fingers delicately resting along your jaw and if you let it, this will bloom into something more, but you don’t want that — not yet. You want to keep asking questions.

“Would you bring me with you?”, you ask, pulling back from the kiss just enough to see his eyes.

“Of course.” It’s an easy, immediate answer, one directed at your lips, solidified with a squeeze of his fingers around yours with a smile and he gives you another kiss, one that washes over your whole body, just like the rays of the sun.

thank you @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape for hosting and helping organize this fabulous weekly event! ❤️❤️

[mintwithchoco]

loonathesmut: Tease

LOOΠΔ Kim Lip x Male Reader

Word Count: 7100 words

Categories: smut, oral, facefucking, facial, subtsundere! kim lip

note; finally after weeks of writing, i'm back with another story! this is a continuation to my first smut, so i suggest you read it first to understand the story a bit better.

this story is also dedicated to one of my favorite writer, @nsfwtwicecatcher ! since he likes giving kimberly lippington a facial, this is gift for him :3 happy belated birthday! (hopefully i'm not too late oof)

special thanks to @arrivalatdawn for helping me out with the story.

again, happy new year and enjoy! ;)

aff link

"That's all for today. Remember to read chapter 7 and 8 for our next class!" The lecturer said before everyone stood up to leave the lecture room. 

You pack your notes and laptop into your bag hastily, rushing for your next event for the day. 

"Hello, baby brother? Can I ask you for a little bit of help? I'm gonna be busy this Wednesday and we haven't finished packing up stuff for our move to the new dorm. Since half of us will be staying at the dorm to finish packing, I figured that they would need some...extra hand. Hopefully you can help out!"

You walked through the crowd of students while keeping a safe distance from them. You looked at the watch on your wrist. 12:14 p.m. You gasped silently and started to run, eventually reaching your car at the parking lot after almost hitting on a bunch of people on your way. Getting inside your car and taking a couple of deep breaths, you calmed the adrenaline rush in your body. After a few minutes, you start the engine, turn on the radio and drive off to loonathedorm.

20 minutes later, you finally arrive at the building where your stepsister's dorm was.  You parked your car at a nearby parking lot, grabbing your stuff and a few bags of snacks that you purchased from a nearby convenience store. You make your way into the building and take the elevator up to the level where the dorm was at. As the elevator reaches the designated level, the door opened, revealing two people that you are all too familiar with.

"Oh, hi oppa!" "Hello oppa!" Both Heejin and Hyunjin greeted you.

"Hey! Where are you guys going?" You asked them as you got out of the elevator.

"We're gonna get some more boxes! We have too much stuff…" Heejin said while pouting. Hyunjin just stares at the plastic bags that you were holding.

"Oh, alright then. I bought some snacks, so be quick before the others finish it. And don't worry Hyunjin, I bought bread as well." You said, making Hyunjin smile.

"Thanks oppa!" Hyunjin responded.

"We'll be right back!" Heejin said and grabbed Hyunjin's hand as they went inside the elevator. You wave at them goodbye and head towards the dorm.

You arrive at the door within seconds. A nervous feeling suddenly came over you as this is the second time you are visiting the dorm. The first time was around a month ago, when Jinsoul invited you to Yeojin's birthday party. You haven't gotten closer to Jinsoul's other bandmates besides Heejin, Yerim and Jiwoo. You got close to them during their debut concert when you visited Jinsoul backstage. You pressed the doorbell followed with a nervous sigh. A few seconds was all it needed for the door to be opened by Chuu.

"Oppa! Come on in, we just started packing!" Jiwoo said in a happy tone.

"Perfect, right on time!" You said and went inside the dorm. Jiwoo goes back to her room to continue her work while you take off your jacket and shoes in the doorway. You hang up your jacket and put your shoes on an empty spot at the shoe rack. As you walk to the living room with the bags of snacks in hand, you look around the surrounding of the dorm.

The dorm was pretty clean but full of boxes scattered around containing the girls' stuff. It was a pretty small dorm for 12 people to live in, so you were happy that they are finally moving out after 3 years. You put the bags of snacks on the living room's table. Yerim suddenly appears in front of you , carrying a box that looked far too heavy for her. You quickly went to her and grabbed the box as her hands were getting shaky. 

"Phew! Thanks oppa! You can put it there," Yerim said as she points to a stack of boxes beside the couch.

"No problem. This is really heavy, are there rocks inside?" You joked.

"It's just some clothes!" Yerim chuckled at your joke.

"Well, surely you have a lot of them. There you go." You put down the box carefully on top of a bigger box.

"Thanks oppa!" Yerim beams a cute smile at you.

"You're welcome. Have you guys eaten yet?" You asked her.

"No, we were too busy packing…" 

"Well, I bought some snacks so-" You sit down on the couch and take out the snacks inside the plastic bags that you brought.

"Let's take a break!" 

"Yeay! Thanks oppa!" Yerim sits on the couch and immediately opens up a bag of Cheetos.

"I'll get the others real quick." You stand up and head towards Jiwoo's room while Yerim munches down on the Cheetos. As you arrive there, Jiwoo is taping up a box while Jungeun is cleaning the windows. 

"Hey guys! Are you done with your work yet?" You asked.

"Uhh, just a bit more oppa. I just have to tape up that box and I'm done!" Jiwoo replied.

"Alright then. Jungeun?" 

"Can’t you see that I'm still cleaning?" Jungeun replied in a cold tone.

Kim Jungeun, a.k.a Kim Lip. Presumably, the sexiest member in LOONA. While her face emits the vibe of a charismatic woman, her personality is completely different. She has a great sense of humor as most of the memes in the LOONA fanbase are about her. She's also a caring and liable person. Jinsol once told you that she is one of the members that usually cooks for the others and she always loves cleaning around the house.

But, for some reason, she always seemed angry at you, keeping her words to a minimum and striking you with harsh facts sometimes. You asked Jinsol why she was acting that way and she simply replied with, "I don't know, maybe she's interested in you." You simply disagreed with her as there was no way you would fall in love with Jungeun since you have Jinsol embedded deep in your heart.

"Jungeun! That's not how you talk to oppa!" Jiwoo scolded Jungeun.

"It's fine. I just wanna say that the snacks are waiting for you guys and it won't take long before Yerim finishes it all,” You said and left the room to join Yerim back at the couch in the living room.

"Oh my god, you annihilated a bag of Cheetos already?!" You hold up the empty bag of Cheetos on the table. 

"Hehe, sorry oppa! Can't help it," Yerim said while drinking her Coke.

"Is there any bread left?" Hyunjin bashed through the front door followed by Heejin who was holding a bunch of folded boxes. Both you and Yerim jumped in shock because of the sudden interruption. Hyunjin quickly sits beside Yerim and searches for her precious bread. Heejin puts the folded boxes at the hallway leading to the living room and joins the rest on the couch.

"Mmm~! Ish bwead ish sho fwuffy!” Hyunjin said as her mouth was already stuffed with bread.

“Yah, don’t talk when your mouth is full! Especially when oppa’s around,” Heejin said as she grabbed a pack of candies from one of the plastic bags.

“It’s fine, it was cute anyways,” Hyunjin choked and spat out her drink as she heard your compliment. Heejin and Yerim just laughed at her as she was coughing pretty badly.

Eventually, Jiwoo and Jungeun joined in after a few minutes. The room was quickly filled with conversations, the girls talked about their successful comeback while you talked about how you almost burned your house down when learning how to make macarons.

Whenever you talk, you realize that Jungeun will always focus on you, even though she was keeping a straight face. She spoke the least out of the six of you and will constantly nod or shake her head to a question. At one point, you made eye contact with her and in a split second, she turned her face away from you, hiding her shyness. 

‘What's up with her?’ you thought. 

But the conversation that was happening was too interesting for you to think about it furthermore.

2:15 p.m. All of you start packing the girls’ room items. Your job was mainly to pick up the boxes or lift some furniture since you are the only male there. Sounded easy, right? That was your thought before Kim Jungeun caught your attention with her outfit. She was wearing a black tank top that didn't do well on covering up her black bra underneath and black tight shorts that were showing off her beautiful legs. 

You wondered why she picked that outfit for the day as it was clearly uncomfortable for her. Her top was always slipping down everytime she moved, allowing you to see her cleavage. You tried to avoid looking at her but she keeps coming into your sight as if it was intentional. Your lower region was starting to get warm and it was definitely not the right time to get a hard-on. You kept thinking about gross things that can help your boner to calm down but the moment when Jungeun bent down to pick up some stuff right in front of you, it was game over. You immediately go to the toilet to cover up your raging boner before any of the girls notices it.

About two hours later, Heejin taped up the final box, officially ending all of the work. All of you sit down on the couch and let out a sigh of relief. You were grateful that no one notices your bulge throughout all of that, otherwise you would be dying because of embarrassment. 

“Hey guys! Sooyoung unnie just texted me that they are at the arcade nearby, should we join them?” Jiwoo asked while looking at her phone.

“Heck yeah!” Heejin excitedly replies.

“Oppa, are you going too?” Yerim asked you.

“Nah, you guys go ahead, I’ll just wait for noona here.” 

“Lip unnie?” Hyunjin asked Jungeun.

“I’m too lazy…” Jungeun said and slowly laid down on the couch.

“Okay then, let’s get ready!” Jiwoo said and went to her room, followed by Heejin, Hyunjin and Yerim. 

“Don’t bother me unless it’s something important.” Jungeun said to you before going back into her own room. You just shrugged off what she said and played around with your phone. After seeing the girls leave, you turn on the TV and watched a drama to kill time. You thought that Jungeun had already fallen asleep since she is tired and you didn’t hear any sounds from her room.

An hour passes by and your stomach starts to grumble. The snacks earlier didn’t really fill up your stomach, so you decided to cook some ramen. Before going into the kitchen, you remember about Jungeun and decide to ask her if she wants some. You walk up to her room’s door and knock gently.

“Hey, I’m gonna cook some ramen, do you want some?” You asked through the door.

“Ugh..hah,” You hear Jungeun’s voice through the door. It sounds like she is struggling, you thought. You knock on the door again.

“Are you okay in there?” No answer. 

“Do you need help?” Still no answer.

Worried about her, you swiftly open the door. Your eyes search for Jungeun who was fixing the window curtains while tip-toeing on a chair to help her reach it. She didn’t notice your presence at all and was struggling with the curtains as it was stuck on the curtain rod. Before you can ask her anything, your attention suddenly diverts to her back that is facing you. You slowly eye her from head to toe a few times before locking your eyes onto her ass. Heck, you know it was wrong, but who can resist closing their eyes to this perfect and handful butt? You were hypnotized, dirty thoughts were already generated in your brain as you stared at them longer.

Suddenly, Jungeun loses her balance as her right foot slips on the chair and makes her fall. Luckily, you were there and reacted quickly enough to catch her from falling. Jungeun was shocked to see you catch her. Not to mention, she perfectly landed onto your arms and you both were in an awkward position of a bridal carry. Time stops for you as your eyes land onto hers, seeing another side of Kim Jungeun who was always giving you cold glares. You feel her body getting warmer on your arms and her cheeks turn red.

“Are you okay?” You asked her.

“Y-Yeah..you can put me down now..” Jungeun spoke in a soft tone for the first time with you, making you also blush at how cute she sounds. You gently put her feet first on the floor and removed your arms from her legs and her back. The air around the both of you was getting awkward and after a few seconds of silence, Jungeun finally speaks.

“Why did you come into my room, pervert?” Jungeun was back to her cold self but her shyness still remains visible on her cheeks.

“Chill out, I was just asking you if you wanted some ramen or not. And, if I didn’t barge into your room, you could end up with a back pain.” You answered back, making Jungeun sigh.

“You got a point. I am feeling hungry right now so why not. I’ll cook though, I don’t trust you in the kitchen.” Jungeun said before heading to the kitchen followed by you.

“The bags of ramen are on the right cabinet. If you wanna add in some more stuff, look in the fridge.” Jungeun said while washing her hands. You simply nod and open the cabinet that Jungeun pointed out. You grabbed three bags of spicy chicken flavored ramen and placed them on the kitchen counter. As you are about to check out the fridge for some ingredients, you saw that Jungeun is struggling once again, this time with getting a pot on the top of the cabinet.

“You know that it’s easy to ask for help, right?” You said and went behind her to reach the pot. Jungeun’s eyes widened as both of your bodies are closer to each other once again. She looks at your face that is focusing on the pot. Seeing how much you like to help her out makes her feel something funny. As she thinks about it longer, she starts to blush madly and her heart pounds fast until she realizes that you had grabbed the pot and saw her blushing.

“Here.” You said while giving her the pot, ignoring the fact that she is blushing.

“Thanks..” Jungeun replied, feeling relieved that you didn’t ask further.

After the little sweet moment, both of you start on making the ramen. You mostly prepared the ingredients while Jungeun does the mixing and cooking. 25 minutes later, Jungeun places the pot of hot ramen that is ready to be served on the dining table, which you have already cleaned and prepared with bowls and chopsticks. The savory aroma of the ramen fills the air, making you drool even more. Both of you sat down at the dining table, facing each other and started to dig in. You scooped a spoonful of the ramen with the ladle and put it in your bowl. You lifted up some of the ramen noodles with your chopsticks, gently blowing onto it to cool it down before putting it in your mouth.

"Mmm! So Jinsol noona was telling the truth about your cooking," You complimented her as the ramen you tasted was very delicious.

"Of course she would tell the truth. But I feel like I've added too much spice.." Jungeun said before taking a sip on her drink to reduce the heat on her tongue.

"I can handle the spice though, you're not that big of a spicy fan eh?" You said, continuing to slurp on the noodles.

“Shut up.” 

A few minutes passed by and the pot was already empty. You both are still eating the last bits of the noodles in your bowls. Jungeun is fanning her clothes, feeling hot because of the spiciness of the ramen. This allows you to have a great view of her cleavage under her tank top once more, which almost made you spat out the noodles in your mouth. Even though the air conditioner was turned on, sweat formed on her forehead and her neck and your eyes focused on the beads of her sweat that was dripping down her cleavage. You gulped. Jinsol would probably kill you right now as your cock started to grow hard again.

“I feel so hot…” Jungeun said as she kept fanning her clothes that were drenched.

“You really are hot, Kim Jungeun.” You say softly, not wanting to be called out as a pervert by Jungeun again. You both finished up the food eventually and you offered to wash the dishes since she helped to cook the food. It was also a way for you to cover your bulge that is sticking out. You cleaned up the dining table and brought the dishes to the kitchen sink to wash them while Jungeun went back to her room.

You dry off your hand with a cloth near the sink after washing all of the dishes. You walked back to the living room and saw Jungeun doing yoga in front of the TV. She was still wearing the tank top from earlier, but has changed her shorts into leggings which hugged her thighs and her cute butt perfectly. She is doing a position where her feet and her hands are on the ground while her hips and her torso are kept high, like a certain sex position. You were stunned at your place, completely seduced by her sensual aura that is making you hard for the third time. You watch every part of her body like a hawk, gradually increasing your arousal level as you already think about how to take her down. You quickly put that thought away once Jungeun realizes that you are looking at her.

“W-Why are you doing yoga at this time?” You ask her before she could say anything in hope that she won’t call you out.

“I wanna work off the ramen that we just ate.” Jungeun said before moving into another position. This time, she lays down her body flat onto the yoga mat and lifts only her torso up with her hands, allowing her butt to clench and showing you how perfect it looks. You bit your lips at the sight, thinking how easily you could rip her leggings off and fuck her ass right at that moment. But you surely don’t want to be killed by Jungeun for suddenly invading her privacy so you have to keep your cool. 

You slowly walk towards the couch and sat there while Jungeun is focusing on the TV that is playing a yoga guide show. You pull out your phone from your pocket and play around with it to distract yourself from staring at her body. As she wasn't looking at you, you fixed up your pants to hide your boner. You scroll through your phone, opening up apps that you never really open while burning the image of you fucking Jungeun in your head. After a while with a few more position changes, the yoga guide show is almost at the end as there is one more position to do. Jungeun lays down on her back and raises up her legs while bending her knees. She places her knees around her shoulder area and her arms on her feet to exert some pressure on it. 

The position is called Happy Baby as said on the TV, but to you, it just looks like she was ready to receive a cock in her pussy. Because she is on the floor, her crotch area is exposed to you and your imagination of stripping her naked in that position is starting to flow. Your dick was painfully hard at this point, and your patience is starting to run out. Eventually, you stand up, planning to let out your desires in the toilet until Jungeun stops you.

"Giving up already?" Jungeun said in a teasing manner.

"I'm sorry?" You pretended to be confused.

"Hm, still want to defend yourself eh? I know you're having a boner right now." Jungeun releases herself from the position earlier, stands up and gets closer to you. Your eyes widen as you are getting exposed by her.

"I've noticed that you've been eyeing my body, especially my ass." Jungeun gives you a little smirk while crossing her arms.

"I-I'm sorry, I-"

"Shh...There's no need for that. I'll forgive you, but with one condition..." Jungeun gently pushes you back to the couch and straddles your lap. She brought her lips to your right ear and blew hot breath onto it, making you squirm under her body.

"Please me, just like how you did to Jinsol unnie." 

The gentleman switch inside your body was turned off once you hear those alluring words. You wrapped her legs around your hips and lifted her up to carry her to somewhere comfortable. You made your way to her bedroom and pinned her down to the bed, not caring to close the door since there is no one else that can witness this sinful act.

"You are going to regret saying that, Miss Kim Jungeun." You leaned your head closer to her and pressed your lips against hers. The taste of her cherry lips makes its way into your taste buds while she reciprocates by moaning into your mouth. You feel her body is getting warmer with each passing second and her kisses are getting a bit more rough. Her tongue asks for entrance in your mouth, so you part your lips and both of your tongues dance while exchanging saliva into each other's mouth. Your hands makes their way down to her thick thighs, the culprit that has made your dick feel pain throughout the three times you got hard for her. You moved your hand up and down, caressing it to show your affection. As you continue to explore each other’s mouth, both of your breaths are decreasing overtime so Jungeun pushes you away from her lips and pants heavily.

“Jinsol unnie was right, you are a great kisser.” Jungeun says and wraps her arms around your neck. You looked deep into her brown eyes and admired her facial features. You gotta admit, she is one of the most beautiful women that you have ever seen, alongside Jinsoul of course. Her gaze that was filled with lust enamored your heart, making it beat faster than normal. 

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” Jungeun asks you and you unhesitantly nodded to her question.

“Eat my pussy out until I cum, then I’ll let you fuck my face.” Jungeun moves her body back to the headboard of the bed, inviting you to strip her naked. Like a cat, you crawl towards her and tower over her body. You grab the bottom hem of her tank top and pull it upwards. Jungeun raises her arms to allow you to remove it from her slim body and throw it away somewhere in the room. Even though Jungeun is not as thick as Hyejoo or as curvy as Jinsol, her body is still a killer, packed with a sexy ribcage, a small waist and of course, beautiful legs.

Your lips instantly latched on her neck, giving her a few kisses here and there to increase the tension between you both. The sweet scent of her perfume was still there despite her being sweaty because of the spiciness of the ramen and the yoga that she did earlier. Jungeun moaned softly at your kisses but tries to silence herself to keep her cold act. Feeling a bit bolder now, your hands slowly reach behind her and unhook her black bra. You heard the hooks come off one by one, eventually letting her bra fall down by itself. A sigh of relief was also heard by you as Jungeun felt the tension on her chest was released. Her perky breasts were finally revealed to you - Jinsol is bigger than her, but you can say that they are pretty handful.

“Fuck, you’re so hot Jungeun.” You say before planting a quick peck on her lips.

Unable to contain your lust for her anymore, you forcefully grab onto her leggings and rip them open, earning a screech from Jungeun that you always hear in the LOONA memes compilation videos on YouTube. “Hey! Calm your hormones down! Thank god that this is already ripped, otherwise I will be chopping your dick off.” Jungeun was slightly mad at you for destroying her leggings but thankfully, she was okay with it.

You continue to strip her naked by peeling off the ripped leggings off her legs. As you throw away her bra and her leggings off the bed, you are slightly shocked to see Jungeun wasn’t wearing any panties underneath her leggings and is now fully naked right in front of you. Fully mesmerized by the sight, your cock was begging to be released from its confines. But, you already had a deal with her - make her cum and you’ll get a facefuck. Easy. 

“Are you gonna eat me out or-ahh..” Jungeun let out a soft moan as you drive your hands towards her clit that is already wet with her juices. You traced her clit with your fingers as you watch Jungeun’s face gradually easing into the pleasure. Jungeun closes her eyes and leans back while you smirk, thinking that she is now under your control. As you continue to move your fingers on her clit, Jungeun spreads her legs and throws her head back, giving you the approval to taste her.

Your hands have moved itself to her thighs to keep her in place while you eat her pussy out. Steadily moving your head down to her glistening clit, you stick out your tongue and lick the juices on her clit, making Jungeun squirm slightly. She tastes sweet and you are addicted to it right away. Not wasting anymore time, you capture her clit with your lips and swirl your tongue, making small circles around it. Jungeun’s hands made it to your hair, gripping onto it tightly as you keep giving her clit the attention that it wants. You feel the burning sensation on your scalp but nothing matters at this point. The only focus that you have at this point is to give Jungeun what she desires.

No progress will be made if you keep using your mouth, so you start moving your hands to her clit and use your fingers to stimulate it. Jungeun's pussy continues to flow out more nectar and her eyes roll back in satisfaction. You pull your lips away from her clit and teased her splayed lips using two fingers before pushing them into her warm and tight cavern. Jungeun reacted with an erotic moan once your fingers enter her body. Moving the joints of your two fingers inside her pussy causes her to flinch around and breathe heavily. She equips herself with a pillow nearby to muffle her moans in reason to keep her tsundere character alive.

You pull your fingers away from her clit slowly and thrust it back inside her deeper than before. You repeat this action several times and eventually find a perfect rhythm. Jungeun was not expecting you to be this good as her moans were getting louder each time you thrust into her. After a few more thrusts, you felt a certain type of flesh inside her pussy has made contact with the tip of your fingers. Jungeun immediately reacts by pulling your hair harder and bucking her hips onto your face even more.

“F-Fuck yeah, that’s the spot...keep doing that,” 

Upping the pace of your thrusts into her, you continue to hit her g-spot. Your lips latch onto her clit once again, this time with your tongue assisting your fingers to thrust into her pussy better. Jungeun has lost control over her body, shaking violently and constantly screaming out curse words into the pillow she is holding. 

Suddenly, Jungeun lets out the loudest scream into the pillow. Her thighs spontaneously wrap itself around your head, locking you in as she climaxes. You feel her juices flowing into your mouth like a waterfall and drenching your palm at the same time. Her orgasm was really big as you failed to keep all of her juices in your mouth. When you feel that her thighs have weakened its grip on your head, marking the end of her orgasm, you pull out your fingers from her pussy and lapped up the excess juice on her folds. You gulp down on her sweet cum and with a big sigh, you move your face away from her thighs.

There is no other sight that can beat the sight that you have now right in front of you. Jungeun’s face was flushed with satisfaction, her legs were still spread open and her chest was heaving up and down as she was still in a daze after her strong climax just now. You smiled, admiring how much of a mess that she has made.

“Hah..v-very well then, you have impressed me. Now, for your reward.” Jungeun said before moving herself away and pushed you to the headboard, replacing her spot earlier.

She straddles your lap once again and smashes her lips onto yours, tasting herself in your mouth that was filled with her cum just now. In the meantime, her hands find the hem of your pants, reaches inside and drags it off your legs. Pulling her lips away from you after several minutes, Jungeun’s face makes its way down to your crotch that shows off your prominent bulge under your boxers. You squirmed as Jungeun cups your bulge and blows a hot breath onto it. She licks the tip of your penis through the thin fabric of your boxers before pulling it down to uncover your penis. You felt the cold air around the room on your shaft, making it throb and twitch harder. 

“Hmm, not as big as I thought, but surely this is enough.” You felt a bullet was shot through your heart.

Jungeun places her hand on the base of your cock, causing it to leak out precum from your slit. She licks her lips before painting a strip of saliva along the underside of your shaft and stopping on the tip. You moaned as Jungeun spits all over your cock and starts sucking on your tip. Her tongue collects all of your precum while her hand spreads her saliva all over your cock, not leaving any parts of it dry. Your cock continued to throb in her small hand alongside your moans that are beginning to increase in volume. 

You can’t believe that the cold Kim Jungeun is now on your cock, giving you the fantasy that you desired. Spitting more saliva onto your cock, her hand glides up and down you with no resistance. Her lips detached itself from your tip, giving her fingers access to it to trace your slit and releasing more of your liquid. Jungeun giggles at the expressions that you were making.

“You really are a pervert…” Jungeun said before indulging your cock into her mouth.

Your body weakens once you feel the insides of her mouth with your cock. Jungeun began to bob her head up and down while still grabbing a hold on the base of your shaft. You brought your hand to her head, running your fingers through the soft blonde strands of hair. As she looked up at you, you realized that she looks gorgeous with a cock in her mouth, a sight that will surely make any man happy. Her mouth continued to fill itself with your length until you felt your tip reach the back of her mouth, causing her to gag loudly. Your hands automatically hold her head as the warmness of her mouth and the lustful gag that she lets out is driving you into maximum pleasure.

Jungeun taps on your thigh after a while as she was losing some oxygen. You quickly removed your hand from the back of her head and Jungeun releases her mouth from your cock with a pop, leaving strings of saliva along the way. She takes this time to breath properly to prepare herself for the next act.

“Get off the bed and fuck my mouth.” 

You got off the bed quickly while Jungeun gets on her knees. After you remove the last piece of your clothing, she parts her lips, ready to receive your cock again. You hold onto both sides of her head and push a few inches of your cock into her mouth. You start your thrusting with a slow rhythm to make her feel comfortable. As she looks up to you with a gaze filled with lust, you push your shaft even more, causing saliva to escape from the sides of her mouth. When your shaft hits the back of her mouth, she gags on your cock, followed by teardrops on her eyes as she is on cloud nine on how well you are using your reward. 

Developing a faster rhythm as time goes by, Jungeun’s face is starting to get messy with her tears and her saliva. You didn’t care about it since you were chasing on your own desires. Sweat formed on your forehead as you fuck her mouth harder. An idea suddenly popped into your mind and after one final deep thrust, you withdrew your cock out of her mouth. Jungeun hyperventilates once you release your grip on her head and wipes off the excessive saliva on her face with her hand.

“Impressive...considering that you haven’t cum yet, you are allowed to fu-” Jungeun was cut off by you grabbing her arms and pinning her to the bed.

“I’m done with you being in charge, now let me take over.” You said sternly, emphasizing on the words, ‘take over’.

Your lust for her was unstoppable at this point. Turning her body around, her face was now buried into the bed. You forcefully grabbed her hips and bent her knees, allowing her hips to stay up. Raising her head slightly to look at you, Jungeun was stunned at your changed behavior. She found it rather attractive, how your eyes were burning with lust and how rough your actions were getting. 

As your hands were still on her hips, you moved them to her butt and gently squeezed her cheeks, causing Jungeun to squirm under your touch. Seems like your idea is starting to work out. Using your right hand to stroke your hard cock a few times, you line it up with the pink lips of her pussy that was radiating with heat. Jungeun feels your tip nudging at her entrance and bites her lip once you push it in further. With a satisfied grunt, a few inches of your cock is finally in her cunt. Her walls were suffocating your cock with its tightness but you ignored the pain that you were feeling. Your hips begin to move, thrusting your shaft into her in a slow manner. Her juices were smearing your length, allowing it to slide in and out of her pussy with ease. Jungeun buries her face into the bed to silence her moans, not wanting to show herself falling into your dominance.

You realize what she was doing and you definitely didn’t like it. So, you grab a handful of her long blonde hair and pull it towards you, raising her head so that you can hear her lewd moans. Jungeun stayed strong however, holding her breath a few times and biting her lips harder to resist herself from moaning. Increasing the rhythm of your thrust into her tight cavern, your goal is to make her moan and give up on her tsundere character. Her body shakes in your arms as your thrusts get more aggressive, considering how you are gritting your teeth while pounding her. You lean your body onto her back and rest your head on her shoulder, giving kisses on her neck right after. 

“I know that you’re enjoying this, so drop the tough act already,” You gave her butt a harsh slap before bringing your lips closer to her ears.

“And moan for me.” 

Like a spark ignited in her body, Jungeun finally lets out her beautiful moans. You smirked, delighted at the fact that Jungeun is now under your spell, which is the pleasure that you are giving her. You continue to thrust into her warm walls even further, increasing the volume of her moans before putting an end to your rhythm and pulling out your cock out of her body, earning a whine from Jungeun.

“Tell me how much you love my cock.” You grab her by the neck and gently squeeze it to force out an answer from her.

“I love your cock so much oppa! Please keep fucking this slut until she cums!” Jungeun screamed.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” You said and gave her ass two hard slaps.

“Ahh! I-I’m sorry oppa…” 

“Lay down on the bed. Now.” Your cold tone sent shivers down Jungeun’s spine and quickly enough, she laid back down on the bed and waited for your actions.

You climb back on the bed and move towards her, putting her under your body. You gave her a quick peck on her lips before spreading her legs apart and lining up your cock with her damp pussy once again. 

“You can’t cum until I say so. If you cum, I won’t hesitate to punish you.” You said and immediately inserted your cock back into her pussy, making Jungeun scream with ecstasy.

The intensity between you both was at its limit as Jungeun leaked out more and more of her juices from her pussy and your cock throbs harder inside the tight grip of her pussy. Your head leans closer to hers, intently gazing into her heavenly brown eyes that filled with passion and desire. At that moment, Jinsol was completely lost in your mind as you have fallen in love with the woman right in front of you named Kim Jungeun. The rhythm of your pounding never slowed down, instead it keeps going faster and harder. Although your back is starting to emit sweat, your lust for her powers your body to keep going. 

No other sounds were heard in the room except for the squelching of her wet and warm walls receiving your shaft, the squeaking of the bed because of your hard thrusts and the symphony of moans from the both of you. Challenging Jungeun’s endurance, your hands land on her perky breasts and begin to knead it gently, aiming to stimulate her into her orgasm. Her pink nipples erect once you use your fingers on them, pinching and pulling it until you replace it with your lips. Gently sucking on her right nipple, a persistent flow of high-pitched moans escapes Jungeun’s lips as the pleasure was too much for her.

“Oppa…please...” Jungeun begged you.

“Giving up already?” You said with a smirk, referencing her words earlier.

Without giving a care to her words, you keep penetrating her hot flesh while teasing her tits. The tip of your cock came into contact with her g-spot and Jungeun screams out your name. You were in euphoria, the pleasure that you were getting was a lot for a man to have. The knot in your stomach is starting to build itself, signaling your upcoming orgasm. 

"Do you want to cum baby?"

"Yes please! I want to cum all over your cock pleease!" 

"Then, cum. Cover my cock with your cum." You demanded.

Jungeun came instantly. You feel as the walls of her vagina gripped onto your shaft. Her juices gushed out everywhere, mainly coating your cock and your balls. Some leaked out and landed on her bed. Her orgasm was bigger than the first one, acknowledging how you have successfully raised her senses. 

"B-Baby..I'm close..." You alerted her.

"O-Outside…" Jungeun weakly replied.

Hearing her words made your brain come up with one decision. You fuck her in a relentless pace as the knot in your stomach grew tighter. Feeling your cock is twitching inside her, you immediately pull out from her tight pussy and straddle her torso, aiming your cock right in front of her face. Jungeun was still weak from her orgasm just now and didn't realize what you were doing. You stroke your cock with a fast motion, easily sliding in and out of your hand because of her juices lubricating it. Eventually, with a big groan, streaks of white and thick semen burst out of your tip, painting Jungeun's enticingly beautiful face. She closes her eyes as she comes back to her senses with more ropes of cum landing on her cheeks and her forehead.

After the last streak of your cum lands on her nose, her gorgeous face is fully covered. You sighed and admired the mess that you had made, the cum that was dripping down and the satisfied expression pictured on Jungeun’s face. Jungeun slowly opened her eyes to be greeted with your sweet smile and your cock that was still throbbing. She was lost in your eyes for a brief moment but suddenly, she pushes you away from her.

“Goddamnit, now I have to clean your filth off, ugh...” Jungeun said and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

“Jungeun I-” You sighed as she closed the bathroom door. 

Jungeun looked at herself in the mirror from head to toe. Her thighs were stained with her own cum, her nipples were still erect due to your teasing and of course, her face was coated with your semen. She smiled. Licking a bit of your creamy semen on her lips, she squealed at how she finally tasted a part of you. Worried that you might leave soon as she has another plan set up with you, she quickly washed her face at the sink and got out of the bathroom. You didn’t realize that Jungeun was already out of the bathroom and were about to wear your clothes before a hand stopped you from doing so.

“Shower with me?”