#quinn thoughts

[tuiyla]

i'm always torn on how many of quinn's issues are her mental health vs her religious guilt. or maybe they go hand in hand? I mean, arguably, her entire S1 arc has its foundations in her religion...from the value attached to her chastity, her not being on birth control, her fear of telling her parents, abortion not even being an option...a whole lot of things play out differently for Quinn if she isn't basically convinced she's gonna be "burned like a witch" no matter what she does. I mean, she's made literally homeless essentially because she displeased God, in the eyes of her father. Then I think it's interesting how a couple of her frankly most unsympathetic moments (Grilled Cheesus and On My Way) are directly tied to her extremely severe take on God and forgiveness.

(I also have thoughts about how we NEVER see her cross necklace again from the moment she's decided to have sex with Santana, js)

Ooh this is the good stuff, love me some Quinn thoughts.

I would say they go hand in hand but I find what you're saying fascinating. Maybe mental health is more pertinent post-Beth because I do believe she has a case of the post-partum. But the way in which religion is so integral to Quinn's and her struggles and especially in season 1 is morbidly fascinating. The irony of her being president of the Celibacy Club and all, and Quinn's family not only being religious but being so Extra WASP-y.

There's this implicit exaggerated shame on Quinn for the pregnancy because she's religious. Or, at least, her family is, and I gather she grows to have some complicated feelings. (FASCINATING that she's never seen with a cross again after The Incident, gotta love the costume department. Granted, she doesn't appear much after that but still. Talk to me about that some more.) Quinn would still be pregnant even without religion but the actual problem of her not being accepted and kicked out of home and I'd argue even that she becomes an outcast at school is the result of religion. And I think she continues practicing her faith out of denial, but that's just imo. Because she can't bear to examine and potentially lose that, too, even though if she thought about it so many of her issues are because of the way her family viewed religion. And all that repression couldn't have helped the depression, either. So yeah, hand in hand.

I do have to point out with the likes of Grilled Cheesus and On My Way, some of my least fav Quinn moments, that she was essentially used as mouthpiece for views the writers wanted to represent and out of the two main Christian chs, she was the more opinionated and judgy. So I just like to keep that in mind while trying to take a Watsonian look. But I think the in-universe reasoning of, like you say, her severe views on "matters of the Bible" is valid. And I would explain that by what I've mentioned, that she refuses to scrutinize this harsh binary black and white of religion and her own relationship with it for a long while. A) because it's solace and one of the only kinds she has and b) because critically examining everything she believes about religion would lead her down the road of really considering just how fucked up her family was and is. Particularly re: pregnancy but beyond that, too. Because there's a reason she knew she'd be burned at the stake and why she had that Christian girl image in the first place, and it ain't inherent. So while I don't fully embrace these two eps and moments as part of my Quinn canon, I do think it makes sense in the context of her rationalizing things. The Bible must be right and correct because if it isn't and if maybe we shouldn't be so harsh, then what had happened to her was just another layer of fucked up. And it was. But how can a teenager even begin to process that? (Cue repression and depression.)

Religion is a fascinating layer of Quinn's ch that, like all aspects, wasn't explored properly but that's why we love to talk about it. Talk religious guilt Quinn to me, Anon 😌 AND that's not to even mention that Glee basically never ever touches on Quinn's feelings on and attitude towards any sort of queer sexuality. Not explicitly. Which becomes suspicious when you're a queer Quinn truther like this blog is. That's just a whole other rabbit hole of rationalizing and guilt and trying to negotiate her upbringing with what she actually feels and thinks and knows. Even if we don't consider her to be queer (lies), her two best friends are in love and married, and she doesn't say a word against homosexuality even in the cringe epic fail God Squad scene in Heart. She's all for it, very unlike her attitudes in Grilled Cheesus and On My Way.

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SEND IN QUINN THOUGHTS

[lipikkawrites]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right.

Keep moving forward.

-@lipikkawrites

[spilllurguts]

quinnchillin:

touristseason:

quinnchillin:

champ-status:

I think most people were (understandably) so jarred by the emergence of crazy!Quinn in this scene that this little part got overlooked. But really, this is and has been the core of her issues since the beginning. She thinks she’ll end up a lima loser; she’s scared for the future once her looks are gone because she doesn’t think she has anything else to offer; she just wants somebody to love her, but seemingly no one does. All of Quinn’s insecurities have been building continuously up to her breaking point, and we heard her say at the beginning of this episode that she has “nothing left to lose”. 

So after all that, when Quinn shows up at dance rehearsal all cleaned up and looking like she’s finally pulled out of her downward spiral, it’s absolutely heartbreaking to hear her say this. “Pretending that I think I’m special”. She just can’t shake this feeling of worthlessness. And I’m not going to try to justify what she’s planning to do, but you can see where it comes from. Beth would be someone to love her. Being a mother to Beth would make her special to someone, even if just one person. And isn’t that all Quinn has been yearning for all this time? 

Finally, I just have to bring this whole idea back around to Rachel. Because while everyone always tells Quinn she’s pretty and leaves it at that, Rachel is the only one who really says more. At prom: “you’re a lot more than that”. Under the bleachers: she doesn’t just say the that she misses Quinn and the glee club needs her back, she tells her why; tells her they need her “tremulous alto and Belinda Carlisle glamour”. The things that make her unique…and you can see on Quinn’s face that it means something to her. Rachel seems to just get her, and she sees things in her that no one else does, not even Quinn herself. If there were more characters who could understand/talk to Quinn the way Rachel does, maybe her life wouldn’t have derailed quite so much. Maybe she would have realized that she actually has something to offer besides her looks. Maybe she wouldn’t have to put on a mask in front of the glee club and pretend that she thinks she’s special.

This is the best post about Quinn I’ve read so far.

I just want to point out that part of Quinn’s issues is outward appearance. There’s a strong correlation between punishment and reward for her - if you look like a preppy, WASP-y, blonde princess then you get rewarded. Get off that track and you’re punished. 

So when she shows up to glee in her preppy princess uniform - it is simply BITTER that she is welcomed with open arms. 

The truth is that only Santana and Rachel expressed any interest in her as a PERSON. 

When the club welcome her back in her societal strait jacket - of course she went nuts. She’s like YOU ONLY LIKE ME FOR THIS YOU FUCKERS! YOU DON’T KNOW ME AND YOU DON’T HONESTLY CARE. 

^

quinnchillin:

touristseason:

quinnchillin:

champ-status:

I think most people were (understandably) so jarred by the emergence of crazy!Quinn in this scene that this little part got overlooked. But really, this is and has been the core of her issues since the beginning. She thinks she’ll end up a lima loser; she’s scared for the future once her looks are gone because she doesn’t think she has anything else to offer; she just wants somebody to love her, but seemingly no one does. All of Quinn’s insecurities have been building continuously up to her breaking point, and we heard her say at the beginning of this episode that she has “nothing left to lose”. 

So after all that, when Quinn shows up at dance rehearsal all cleaned up and looking like she’s finally pulled out of her downward spiral, it’s absolutely heartbreaking to hear her say this. “Pretending that I think I’m special”. She just can’t shake this feeling of worthlessness. And I’m not going to try to justify what she’s planning to do, but you can see where it comes from. Beth would be someone to love her. Being a mother to Beth would make her special to someone, even if just one person. And isn’t that all Quinn has been yearning for all this time? 

Finally, I just have to bring this whole idea back around to Rachel. Because while everyone always tells Quinn she’s pretty and leaves it at that, Rachel is the only one who really says more. At prom: “you’re a lot more than that”. Under the bleachers: she doesn’t just say the that she misses Quinn and the glee club needs her back, she tells her why; tells her they need her “tremulous alto and Belinda Carlisle glamour”. The things that make her unique…and you can see on Quinn’s face that it means something to her. Rachel seems to just get her, and she sees things in her that no one else does, not even Quinn herself. If there were more characters who could understand/talk to Quinn the way Rachel does, maybe her life wouldn’t have derailed quite so much. Maybe she would have realized that she actually has something to offer besides her looks. Maybe she wouldn’t have to put on a mask in front of the glee club and pretend that she thinks she’s special.

This is the best post about Quinn I’ve read so far.

I just want to point out that part of Quinn’s issues is outward appearance. There’s a strong correlation between punishment and reward for her - if you look like a preppy, WASP-y, blonde princess then you get rewarded. Get off that track and you’re punished. 

So when she shows up to glee in her preppy princess uniform - it is simply BITTER that she is welcomed with open arms. 

The truth is that only Santana and Rachel expressed any interest in her as a PERSON. 

When the club welcome her back in her societal strait jacket - of course she went nuts. She’s like YOU ONLY LIKE ME FOR THIS YOU FUCKERS! YOU DON’T KNOW ME AND YOU DON’T HONESTLY CARE. 

^

i love when people dive into quinn's feelings and thoughts because she's SO misunderstood and overhated, when she had all the reasons to act the way she did

Just spilling some faberry feelings

“If it takes dying my hair blonde and pretending that I think I’m special…” -Quinn Fabray 3x02

[evnseokz]

{ ☆ needy for jay }

pairing: bf! jay x needy! shy! f. reader

contents: ovulation mention, fingering, kissing, pet names, p in v, soft dom jay, reader a simp lowk, finger sucking, cum eating, riding, nipple play

synopsis: reader is horny af during ovulation week but is too shy to directly ask jay for help

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ovulation week is a bitch. literally every little thing your boyfriend did was turning you on beyond belief. the way his sleeves were rolled up while he was cooking dinner, showcasing his forearms, the veins trailing down to his pretty hands. his long, slender fingers precisely cutting up vegetables. your eyes trailed down every inch of his profile, taking in every aspect of your gorgeous boyfriend as you watched him from the dinner table. jay pretended not to notice your stares, but he could feel your eyes on him. he’s felt them on him all week but hasn’t said anything, hoping you’d come to him first.

once dinner was ready and jay brought the plates to the table, you couldn’t help but trail your eyes down his arms, to his hands, and to his fingers again. wishing they were inside you. you press your legs together under the table as you mutter a quick thank you to jay. “you’re welcome, baby,” he says as he takes his seat across from you at the table. you keep your eyes on him, trailing down to his chest, where he’s got a couple of his buttons undone, showing a small amount of skin. he was driving you crazy. you bring your eyes back up, and he’s already looking at you, giving you a small smile, a blush creeps onto your cheeks, and you look down at your food. “are you feeling okay, my love? you’ve been awfully quiet this evening.” jay says, snapping you out of the trance you’ve been in since he sat in front of you. “y-yeah, i’m okay! don’t worry,” you smile at him. he nods, accepting your answer for the time being.

you both continue to eat your food, and you offer to do the dishes since jay did the cooking. “you’re the best, baby; i’ll go find something for us to watch on TV,” he says while placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. you close your eyes at the feeling, trying to keep your composure as you smile up at him. he heads into the living room, settling on the couch and grabbing the remote to find something to watch. you try to clear your mind of these thoughts you’ve been having while you wash the dishes, almost feeling successfully distracted until you look over to see how jay was sitting on the couch. he sat with his lap open and inviting, manspreading, with his arms crossed over his chest. at any other time, this was completely normal; you’d seen him sit like this many times before. but this time was different. you watched him from in front of the sink, lip tucked between your teeth as you trailed your eyes down to his lap. you tear your head away and focus on finishing the dishes. dirty thoughts about your boyfriend running through your mind still.

you finally finish up the dishes and dry your hands. you begin to make your way into the living room. wetness pooling between your legs as you watch your boyfriend intently. he turns his head to meet your eyes as you make your way over; he smiles at you, and that’s it. you can’t take it anymore. once you make it to the couch, you climb into his lap, head resting on his chest as you pout slightly. his arms wrap around you, holding you close. you sigh slightly. “what’s the matter, baby?” jay asks. and he already knows what’s wrong; he just wants to hear you say it. jays hands travel up to pick your head up of his chest, making your eyes meet his. your eyes are big and glossed over, sending pangs right to his chest . “talk to me, baby, what’s bothering you?” he asks again as he tucks a stray hair behind your ear. you really don’t want to say it; you’re embarrassed that you’ve been thinking such dirty thoughts about your boyfriend. “don’t make me say it, please,” you say back to him, your voice shaking slightly as the ache between your thighs becomes stronger. “do you need me, baby?” he finally asks, and you nod shyly, heat filling up your cheeks. “where do you need me?” he cocks his head to the side, one of his hands traveling down to come in between you two. his hand lands on your clothed heat, you gasp slightly. “here?” he says, and you nod, your lip tucked between your teeth.

“mmm, my needy baby, why didn’t you just say so?” he chuckles lightly. “what do you need from me? you want my fingers my mouth, my cock?” he asks. you stare at him with big doe eyes before nervously answering, “f-fingers, please." he smirks at you. “so polite, my good girl,” he coos. words sending shockwaves straight to your core. he brings his hands to the waistband of your shorts, beginning to pull them down. you lean up slightly, making it easier for him to get them off. your underwear comes next, then your shirt, and lastly your bra, until you’re completely bare on his lap. he takes in the sight of you, completely on display for him, practically begging for him to do something. his cock aches at the sight. he kisses your lips, then your cheek, and trails kisses all the way down your neck and to your chest. he gives attention to both of your nipples, licking and sucking slightly, making you moan at the sensation.

he trails a hand back down to your heat, and begins collecting your wetness on his fingers. you shudder at the feeling, letting a whine fall from your lips. “so sensitive already, baby,” jay comments. you roll your head back as jay begins to move his fingers at a faster pace, making sure to circle around your clit more often than not. you’re a moaning mess already, climax building up quicker since you were so needy. he removes his fingers from your clit, bringing them down to circle your dripping hole. he inserts a finger, a loud moan escaping your mouth. he moves his finger slowly at first, then adds in another as he picks up the pace. your head is cloudy as he fucks you with his fingers, your orgasm approaching, jay realizes this when you start clenching around his fingers and your breathing becomes more ragged. he brings his thumb to your clit, paying it attention while his fingers are still buried inside you. this sends you over the edge; your hips bucks, your legs shake, and a string of lewd moans falls from your lips. jay helps you ride your orgasm before removing his fingers and bringing them up to his lips. he takes his fingers in his mouth, tasting your juices, before removing them with a pop. “so sweet, my pretty girl,” he coos and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

“can i fuck you now? hm?"  he asks, and you nod. “yes, please, jay.” he smiles triumphantly before moving you off his lap to undress himself. you watch every move he makes, lip between your teeth, as you admire your boyfriend's body in front of you. he sits back down, wasting no time to pull you back onto his lap. you feel his length press against your core, causing both of you to moan. his cock is pressed perfectly between your folds, and you start to move back and forth on his cock, wetting it with your juices, and moaning at the feeling. jay winces slightly, “fuck baby, if you keep going like that, i’m gonna cum,” he rolls his head back, and you take the opportunity to place a few kisses on his neck. “someone’s gotten bold now, huh?” he chuckles, and you smile at him, nodding bashfully. “please give it to me, jay” you say, looking so prettily at him. how could he say no?

he lifted up your hips enough to line himself up with your entrance, and you whined at the feeling of his tip pressing against your hole. he slowly guides you down on his cock, the both of you moaning at the feeling. “fuck you’re so tight,” he winces, as he stills himself inside you, letting you get used to the stretch. “so big, jay” you moan, “please move.” he immediately grabs your hips and starts fucking you onto his cock. you cry out at how deep he’s reaching. your hands fly to his shoulders to steady yourself. his fingertips holding your hips so tight you’re sure it’ll leave bruises. his cock is continuously hitting that spongey spot inside, making you cry out his name over and over again.

you feel your stomach start to tighten; you’re getting so close to cumming, and jay can tell. he reaches down in between you and starts rubbing circles on your clit, the stimulation sending you into overdrive as you cum all over his cock, legs shaking and clenching around him. jays thrusts become sloppy as he comes undone, spilling his seed inside you. he pulls out completely to see his cum seeping out of you, he’s got a proud look on his face as he caresses your cheek. “look at the mess we made, baby, so pretty.” he says, your breathing is still ragged from your high, but you lean against him, wrapping your arms around his neck. he caresses the back of your head with his hand, his other arm wrapped snugly around your waist. “you tired, baby? you did so well for me.” he coos; he feels you nod against his chest, too tired to speak.

he sits up from the couch, lifting you with him. you automatically wrap your legs around his waist as you hold on close to him. he brings you into your shared bedroom and then into the bathroom, and sets you down on the counter. you whine when he lets go of you to walk towards the bathtub. “one second, pretty, i’ll be right back,” he says softly. he turns on the bathtub, making sure the water is warm before letting it fill. he comes back over to you while the tub fills, using his hands to massage your legs, and then your back lightly. once the tub is full he picks you back up and places you in the tub. he then climbs in behind you, you sitting in between his legs with your back against his chest. he takes his time cleaning you up, and after he’s done, you turn around and do the same for him.

“i love you, my jay,” you say sweetly.

“i love you too, baby.”

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[thequinnfluence]

somebody with a marble hornets icon just liked my metalocalypse post my posts are reaching the right audience

[cookiescr]

This is what happens when you don’t listen to your wife and don’t wear smudge proof lipstick…

[ithinkiwishedonamirage]

[frownyalfred]

Gotham DoorDash review: 5/5 stars, my dasher got me my Batburger even though GCPD locked down the whole street for a Joker hostage situation. didn’t get my drink but dasher said something about throwing it at Harley Quinn so he could distract her and run up my steps. sucks about all the people that died, prayers 🙏🙏🙏

[maybe-in-another-universe]

okay hear me out ik it’s mixing runs but still:

imagine all that stuff between joker, harley, and tim goes down: tim getting kidnapped, then brainwashed, joker junior happens, all that fun stuff and everything is the same event wise BUT tim either doesn’t kill the joker or he lives.

life moves on and tim heals as much as a vigilante can, harley leaves joker for ivy, joker still causes problems but no bat has died from him since jason and he’s still a psychopathic asshole but whatever. the thing is they keep tims past under lock and key, and none of the other bats know besides bruce and alfred.

it all comes to a head when they’re all kidnapped by joker and restrained and are losing hope by the minute for someone to save them and suddenly out of nowhere tim stills staring at something in the distance until his eyes go wide. the rest of the batfam don’t understand what’s going on until tim barks out a sharp command and two somethings come crawling out of the darkness and lo and behold it’s lou and bud (jokers hyenas) and they listen to him. they stop a bit in front of him only for tim to give another sharp command of gnaw before they’re shredding the rope. and right after they’re done, they lick his face like some overgrown puppies and tim doesn’t look like he’s enjoying it at all bc who knows who they’ve eaten. but tim gets up and unties his family and they all defeat joker before sending him off to arkham again.

this raises a series of questions like why do the hyenas listen to tim? why don’t they maul him on the spot? why are they acting like big babies and why does tim care where they go after the battle? why is he calling harley to pick them up and why does he have her number? so many questions.

[wombywoo]

#OC

[tuiyla]

that infamous ryan murphy quote about how quinn was supposed to be this unsympathetic mean girl character to me and dianna “ruined” that is crazy to me because the poor girl finds out that she’s pregnant as early as season 1 episode 4 😭 and proceeds to get knocked down by life nearly every single episode after for the remainder of the first season. dianna did play a large part in making quinn so likable and sympathetic (in the following seasons especially but even just in season 1 also) but even just her character on paper kind of makes your heart ache for her. she’s only 15/16 years old, gets pregnant under some dubious circumstances, loses so much in the process, is kicked out of her own home and disowned by her father, bounces from place to place to live until actual angel mercedes steps in, struggles with the hardships of teen pregnancy and the decision of what she wants to do while literally being 15/16 years old. and of course she makes her fair share of mistakes along the way, she’s by no means perfect. she’s a bully when we first meet her and she lies to finn about him being the father. but my god i don’t know how you couldn’t not feel bad for this child, dianna and her wonderful ability of making quinn likable to watch onscreen aside.

We're doing it we're answering asks, let's goooo

That said an ask about the infamous Ryan Murphy quote has been sitting in my inbox for about 4 months at this point oops haha, but we'll answer one at a time

Cause girl! That's what I've been saying! Like, regardless of what RM actually meant when he backhand complimented Dianna I truly believe that this bitch didn't consider how sympathetic Quinn was bound to be and he's so wrong for that. There's no way you can have a character go through as much as Quinn did, on a show like Glee that ostensibly champions the downtrodden and not have her be sympathetic. I truly believe that three male writers didn't think people would feel for Quinn as much as they did in that situation. Which is bonkers because was she cruel towards Finn? Sure, but even Beth's conception itself is so dubious like we've covered before. But even IF Quinn was just some cold-hearted calculating whore who wanted to hurt Puck and Finn and everyone around her, she's still a 16-year-old pregnant girl who gets disowned. Come on! How the fuck am I supposed to feel more for Finchel's "tragic" inter-social (i.e. high school) class relationship in the face of that. Fuck relationship drama, this girl is h o m e l e s s and pregnant.

I really feel like the message of Glee throughout Quinn's pregnancy storyline up until the point Quinncedes happens is that Quinn... had all the hardships coming. That she deserved to be knocked down a peg. Only it happened through her getting knocked up and it's super messed up that the show pretends she's anything but a victim. Who the hell cares that she's bitchy. Who the hell cares that popularity is important to her. Newsflash assholes, it's just as important to out supposed heroes. Lmao I get so mad about Quinn's treatment. And this is why I can't in good conscience get behind people who say s1 is Quinn's best and that the pregnancy storyline was done well. No it wasn't. It decentred her whenever possible and wasn't in the least bit sympathetic if not for like, a single scene in Ballad and from Home on. And, of course, if not for Dianna. RM should be grateful Dianna did her thing with Quinn cause framing your arguably most tragic character as if she had it coming just because she's a bully at 15 is not a good look. But that's a recurring thing for Glee, ain't it. The more I think about it the more I believe Quinn and Santana's treatment re: pregnancy and outing are similar.

Quinn is a walking talking, but mostly crying tragedy. It's frankly disturbing that for some time they cling to this idea of her being irredeemable when she's just a mean kid playing into the same system everyone else does, too. But she happens to be on top and schadenfreude is real, I guess. Except it really wasn't for me there was no part of me that felt any justice in what Quinn went through. And guess what? Neither did Rachel. And I don't think Rachel is meant to represent the audience's perspective when she shows Quinn kindness in season 1 but alas, she does. I don't trust no bitches who don't feel the same.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Robin burst into Steve’s house, unannounced yet again.

Robin: I thought you said Eddie was over here. Where is he?

Steve: He's up a tree reading to the birds.

Robin: No, seriously, where is he?

Steve: He's up a tree, reading to birds.

Robin: I think you're mixing up your expressions again, Steve.

He rolled his eyes, dragged her to the kitchen window, and opened it. He pointed at Eddie, who was, in fact, up a tree reading to a bunch of baby birds.

Steve: Like I said.

Robin: Why is he doing this?

Steve: *sigh* When he pulled in with his van, the mother bird was flying back to the nest at that moment, and he hit her. The mother didn't make it.

Robin: Aw. So, how long did it take him to stop crying?

Steve: Well, I thought it was going to be over in about ten minutes. I had managed to calm him down, but that's when he saw the babies. So, all in all, about an hour. According to him, we have responsibilities now, so he wanted you to know that we probably won't be able to get out as much.

Robin: Well, you always wanted kids.

Steve: I was thinking human children, Robin.

Robin: You win some, you lose some. Besides, that was never going to happen anyway.

Steve: I told you before that the bat bites did not give me the ability to get pregnant! Rabies, babies. . .you going to suggest scabies next?

Robin: What about Eddie? You definitely should get him to take a pregnancy test. The man is now chewing up food and spitting it into the birds' mouth.

Steve: Oh my god! . . . He's nesting!

[minimalist-quotes]

A lot will go wrong before everything goes right. Keep moving forward

-@lipikkawrites

[evnseokz]

{ ☆ prada jungwon }

pairing: idol! jungwon x f. reader

contents: masturbation, sexting, cum play if you squint, soft-dom! jungwon, needy! reader, p in v, protected sex, kissing, making out, slight overstimulation, aftercare & fluff at the end <33

synopsis: idol jungwon who’s gone most of the night looking absolutely DELICIOUS at the prada event so you send some risky texts because he looks so hot you’re getting turned on. this leads to him coming home and fucking you.

i enjoyed writing this i hope you guys enjoy reading it ^_^ (w.c. 1.7k)

you and jungwon had been together for awhile now, so you were used to his hectic schedule and him being gone late at night or all night long. this doesn’t mean it sucked any less having him away from you so often. jungwon had only been home for two days before he had to turn around and spend practically all day at some prada event. it was nearing 10pm and jungwon had already been gone for hours. you kept seeing photos of him popping up on your feed and he looked so good.

his hair has been styled in an edward cullen esque fashion, exposed forehead and hair quiffed messily. a sleek black turtleneck sitting snug on his toned body, the sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms. black slacks and belt to match. he looked so fucking hot. and he was out having fun, looking so good, and here you were sitting in your shared bed chewing on your lip as you watched clips of your boyfriend walking around the prada store. there was one video in particular you couldn’t take your eyes away from, a short five second video that had your thighs clenching and heat starting to pool between your legs. he was just trying on some sunglasses, something completely innocent but he looked. so. damn. good. and in this moment all you wanted was his cock nestled inside of you as he fucked you silly.

with your phone in one hand, your free hand falls to the waistband of your shorts, dipping inside to apply pressure to your clothed heat. you hum lightly at the feeling, bringing your hand back up to slip past your underwear and directly onto your heat. you start moving your fingers slowly, paying extra attention to your clit. quiet moans start slipping past your lips and you begin to crave more. you remove your hand from your bottoms just long enough to shimmy them down and off of your legs. you spread your legs wider, not being constricted by the fabric of your shorts anymore. your hand dips back down, fingers circling over your drenched hole, you slide one finger in, slowly pumping it in and out of yourself, moans starting to pick up in volume as you imagine your boyfriends fingers in place of yours. your eyes are squeezed shut as your finger move’s expertly in and out of you. you add in a second finger, the stretch feeling so good but still not as good as when it’s your boyfriends fingers instead. your body begins to shudder every so often, your high getting close. you decide to remove your fingers from your hole, and move them up to your aching clit. rubbing circles as your whole body begins to shake, moans tumbling out of your mouth as your orgasm hits. your fingers begin to slow down as you ride out your high, still panting from the initial hit.

as your orgasm finishes, an idea pops into your head. you grab your phone off the bed, it sitting face down next to you as it had fallen from your hand at some point. you open your messages app and pull up jungwons contact. you press the camera icon, opening up the application. you take your other hand a slide it up your heat, collecting your juices. your body jolts slightly, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. you angle the phone to where you can see your bottom half in the screen, fingers resting on your mound. you hit the record button, showing off your shiny, wet pussy. then spending some time showing off your slick that’s on your fingers, slightly separating them to see a string of slick attached between the two. you angle to phone up to your face, bringing your other hand up at the same time. and you place your fingers in your mouth suckling on them slightly, then removing them with a pop. you press end video, watching your masterpiece before sending it to jungwon.

y/n: [attachment: 1 video]

y/n: i need you so badly right now wonie

you send an extra message with it, anxiety and excitement coursing through your veins as you watch the screen intently. waiting for his response. your eyes scan the screen nervously, finally seeing the small words “read 10:12pm” appear underneath your message. you chew on your lip nervously awaiting his response. you see three dots pop up indicating he is typing, then they go away, and for a moment, nothing. they finally pop up again after what feels like an eternity, and a message follows shortly there after.

won: i’ll be there shortly.

heat rises to your cheeks as you read the message. you weren’t expecting him to drop everything to come back home just because of your message. you lock your phone and wait in anticipation. about 20 minutes go by, and you finally hear the front door unlocking, opening and then closing. you feel as though all your senses are heightened. hearing every small noise made and feeling every vibration in the house. you see your boyfriends shadow appear at the door, causing you to look up and see him standing there, leaning against the doorframe. looking even sexier than he did in the videos.

“you could’ve gotten me in trouble y/n, what if my manager or one of the members had seen that?” he starts off with a light scolding before making his way over to you. your lip finds its way back under your teeth as you analyze his every move. you’re still sitting against the headboard, pantless, knees tucked to your chest slightly. he stops in front of you, towering over your sitting figure, and grabs your chin forcing you to look up at him. he takes your bottom lip under his thumb, pulling it from between your teeth, before lightly swiping it across the skin of your lip. he moves his hand to your cheek, caressing it slightly as you lean into his touch. “you’re so responsive, you really are needy for me huh?” he says. you nod eagerly, he leans down connecting his lips to yours in a kiss.

the kiss started off slow but picked up fairly quickly. before you knew it, your tongues were fighting for dominance and jungwon was leaning over top of you, at some point you ending up on your back. he broke from the kiss to trail kisses down your neck and the exposed parts of your collar bones. his fingers make their way to the hem of your shirt, “lets take this off yeah?” he says, you give him a nod, allowing him to remove your shirt from your body. his eyes immediately raking over your bare chest. “no bra? you planned this didn’t you?” he chuckles slightly. the hardness to his voice sending shockwaves straight to your core. “i-i didn’t… you just looked so good tonight won” you reply. he shakes his head at you, still chuckling slightly. he leans up off of you to rid himself of his own clothes. you rake your eyes down his entire body, mouth watering slightly at the sight of his hard cock.

he digs through the drawer of the nightstand to pull out a condom. quickly opening it and sliding it on his length. “i assume i don’t need to prep you as it seems you already did that yourself” he raises his eyebrow at you, and you nod shyly, heat rushing to you cheeks. he leans back over you, aligning his cock with your entrance, and slowly pushing inside you. you moan loudly, the feeling of him stretching you being absolutely euphoric. he groans slightly at the feeling of his cock being squeezed so well by your tight cunt. eyes squeezing shut as his head rolls back before coming around to face you again. his arms are planted on either side of you, your hands gripping his biceps, nails digging in slightly as he starts to move.

his thrusts pick up speed fairly quickly, and pretty soon you both are a moaning mess. jungwon taking time to lean down and kiss you ever so often, whispering praises in your ear about how well you’re taking him. his head falls into the crook of your neck, your arms wrapped around him as you hold him close. he’s still fucking into your cunt, his pace never faltering. he feels you start clenching around him signaling that your getting close, he brings his head up from your neck to pepper kisses on your face, before landing on your lips. he kisses you passionately, one of his hands traveling down to your heat, and rubbing circles on your clit as he thrusts into you. you moan into the kiss, panting ever so slightly at the same time.

you feel your muscles begin to tighten and everything starts to feel too good, and before you know it your orgasm comes crashing down on you. legs shaking, and moans spilling past your lips. jungwon continues to thrust into you, chasing his own high while helping you ride out yours. you begin to feel overstimulated as his thrusts get sloppier, his own high about to hit. “s’ t-too much wonie” you cry out, fingers raking down his back. “be a good girl and take it” he says back to you. his hips finally start to stutter as he cums, his seed filling up the condom. his thrusts finally slow, and you can finally catch your breath. his pulls his cock out of you, and you whine at the loss of fullness, clenching around nothing.

jungwon peels the condom off, tying it before throwing it away. he throws his underwear back on and goes to the bathroom briefly enough to grab a towel. he makes his way back over to you, sitting next to you on the bed, parting your legs enough to clean up the mess you guys had made. your body shudders slightly, sensitivity still evident. he tosses the towel into the hamper, and opens a drawer to your dresser, grabbing you a fresh pair of underwear. he slides them onto you, grabbing your shirt and shorts, and putting them onto you next. he climbs back into the bed next to you, laying down and wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you close as you nestle your head into his chest. he caresses your head, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“thank you for coming home for me wonie” you smile up at him. he smiles back, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “you’re welcome sweetheart, this was way better than that after party anyways.”

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[bruciemilf]

AUs where Harley and Bruce are siblings and Harley looks like Thomas while Bruce looks like Martha,,,,,