#the mirror [s!bibi]

[beatrice-reden-official]

can soldier be sunkist instead 🥺 please it'd be so funny (and heavy has a big ass gun which is good for That scene)

You know what? Yeah i can switch that around! This can work so well actually-S!Bibi

[mercurywritesstuff]

C10V3R debut album discography

C10V3R’s 1st album: Discouraging Nightmare

Run time: 1684 seconds/ 28 minutes and 4 seconds

Title track: Drunk-Dazed – Og by EN-HYPHEN 

Written by: Dae Produced by: Iseul Composition: Mavis

Line distribution...

Run time: 3:13 Dae - 30.9 s Iseul - 29.5 s Min-Jee - 24.2 s Bobo - 30.5 s Mavis - 29.7 s

Vilain Dies – Og by (G)-Idle 

Written by: Mavis Produced by: Min-Jee Composition: Dae

Line distribution...

Run time: 3:05 Dae - 19.5 s Iseul - 15.1 s Min-Jee - 48.1 s Bobo - 30.8 s Mavis - 24.6 s

Wet Nightmare - Og by BIBI 

Written by: Dae Produced by: Bobo Composition: Min-Jee

Line distribution...

Run time: 2:58 Dae - 30.4 Iseul - 18.9 s Min-Jee - 21.9 s Bobo - 21.5 s Mavis - 35.1 s

Devil by the window - Og by Tomorrow x Together

Written by: Dae Produced by: Bobo Composition: Iseul

Line distribution...

Run time: 3:06 Dae - 37.7 s Iseul - 49.4 s Min-Jee - 35.6 s Bobo - 23.9 s Mavis - 31.1 s

Love is dead – Og by Purple Kiss 

Written by: Mavis Produced by: Bobo Composition: Dae

Line distribution...

Run time: 2:57 Dae - 38.3 s Iseul - 43.3 s Min-Jee - 40.4 s Bobo - 44.6 s Mavis - 45.4 s

Mood - Og by DPR Ian 

Written by: Dae Produced by: Bobo Composition: Min-Jee

Line distribution...

Run time: 3:02 Dae - 28.1 s Iseul - 29.2 s Min-Jee - 27.4 s Bobo - 27.6 s Mavis - 29.9 s

Red Moon – Og by KARD 

Written by: Dae Produced by: Min-Jee Composition: Iseul

Line distribution...

Run time: 2:52 Dae - 30.5 s Iseul - 12.7 s Min-Jee - 22.1 s Bobo - 22.4 s Mavis - 18.2 s

Room of mirrors – Og by GFRIEND 

Written by: Dae Produced by: Bobo Composition: Mavis

Line distribution...

Run time: 3:28 Dae - 22.5 s Iseul - 46.1 s Min-Jee - 41.4 s Bobo - 25.25 s Mavis - 27.75 s

Diamond – Og by Dreamcatcher 

Written by: Dae Produced by: Bobo Composition: Min-Jee

Line distribution...

Run time: 3:22 Dae - 32.5s Iseul - 24.8s Min-Jee - 26.2s Bobo - 26.8s Mavis - 37.0 s

Total line distribution (Least to most)

Bobo - 253.35 s

Iseul - 269 s

Dae - 270.4 s

Mavis - 278.75 s

Min-Jee - 287.3 s

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura

[getta-guy]

I thought of a fun little thing I want to do every Splatfest announcement and that is "What would Splatband Characters pick in Splatfests?"

SQUID SQUAD

Everyone besides Ikkan would pick money (Ikkan would pick love)

To defend my point on Ikkan being on Team Love, bro is passionate about music If he wanted more money he would've stuck with Squid Squad and made more money

Ikkan isn't that much of a Team Love person, he just thinks the other option(s) are lame

But they would've probably been on Fame if it was an option

Namida/Murasaki were kind of forced to go along with Ichiya

HIGHTIDE ERA

If we're talking about previous Splatfests, Taka and Nishada would be on Team Money and Kuze would be on Team Love

Taka picks Team Money cause he's Taka

Nishada picks Team Money since he has a lot of brothers and thinks that money can help out his family

Kuze picks Team Love to play Splatfest with his Rainmaker Friends

He'd never replace his old drums he loves them

When Money VS Fame VS Love was announced, Taka immediately joined Team Fame

CHIRPY CHIPS

Everyone unanimously picks Team Love

Harmony is the least loud about it

Noiji is the ultimate Team Love hype man

In Mirror Matches, Noiji would try to start a Squid Party

when Team Love won the previous Splatfests he cheered so loudly he lost his voice

Shitaku enjoyed the next few days after the results

WET FLOOR

Mizole is Team Money for the previous Splatfests, he's now Team Fame

Mizole takes Splatfests very seriously

Ryan is Team Love, he is not safe from Mizole

She gets targeted and squidbagged by Mizole, but he does that back to him

Kagi picked Money to make Mizole shut up, but hardly plays in the Splatfest.

Kazami got Tsumabushi to endorse Team Love just to see Mizole and Ryan fight again

Tsumabushi then got everyone to shut up after all of the commotion going on, and asked everyone to stay silent whoever becomes the winner

Kagi doesn't want to bother playing for the 3rd Splatfest

BOTTOM FEEDERS

Almost everyone is team money

they switch to fame after the 3rd Splatfest reveal

Tangle and Fin are the most loud about Splatfest, but they'd still be aggressive towards each other if they were to go against each other (I don't think they can fight in Splatfests if I remember correctly)

Fuka and Murutā would just be chilling with each other

Blow is on Team love with Kuze

INK THEORY

Karen picks Team Love immediately

Bibi chose Team Money

Karen looks at her in shock, but Bibi is unapologetically on Team Money

Yoko struggles to decide, and her hair turns yellow/pink/green while deciding

Yoko then decides to go Team Love to rival Bottom Feeders

Achin is on Team Love, she's still trying to find love despite inexperience (poor thang)

Mayaya picks Team love for the aesthetic

Kitamura turned her entire blog into lovecore when the Splatfest was announced

DISS-PAIR (MORE LIKE WARABI GETS HIS OWN SECTION)

Warabi picks Team Love due to him already being from famous and rich parents

Ikkan is a backline, Warabi is frontline

SASHIMORI

Karla doesn't say anything about Splatfests

Ryū Chang is on Team Love with Blow and Kuze

Taichi would be on Team Money, then go on Team Fame for the 3rd Splatfest

Paul would be on Team Love if he was older, Paul is waiting on his revenge on Taichi

C-SIDE

They're all on Team Fame

Kikura would arrive late to the Splatfest

Uotora takes the Shrimps outside to see the Concert, but they got scared from the fireworks and he took them back inside

FRONT ROE

They would absolutely not pick team fame their whole Gimmick is that they don't do Live Shows

Ichiya and Namida would wear anything that covers their face so they're not identified

Murasaki just doesn't care and just shows up to see the Splatfest Concert

004Clm is Murasaki's drive back home

[gmanwhore]

The mirror has arrived-S!Bibi

Hello!!!-Webby

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

was it a dream, m | myg, jjk

pairing(s): yoongi x reader x jungkook

summary: You fucked Min Yoongi on Jeon Jungkook’s bed, then you took Jungkook’s virginity because Yoongi told you to, and still you and Yoongi don’t know what the fuck you are because, let’s face it, everything is too complicated now – so I guess that’s grounds to let Jungkook cum all over your face and tits as Yoongi fucks you? Sure, whatever.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, alcohol consumption; no one wants to admit anything and there’s no closure tbh; fluff and feels; smut (fem reader, threesome, semi-public sex, fingering, f-receiving oral, nipple play, penetrative sex, doggy, facial, cum-eating); non-idol!AU - friends with benefits / lovers? with Yoongi and JK

a–dick–ted au, but can be read alone.

–

next on ‘dreams‘ playlist > pretty ting by bibi ft. kim seungmin > te quiero by twly ft bibi

"I get bored."

"Mhm."

"I don't like lingering."

"Mmm."

"... We're still in front of the house, Yoongi."

"I know where we are."

Min Yoongi was peeling your black hoodie up and over your head. Well, actually, his hoodie. It made your now red hair cascade down over your shoulders, wisping around your red bra straps. Yoongi was the one who suggested you to dye your hair. You didn't do it for him. You were going to do it anyway. 

Right.

Whiskey on his breath, leaning in. Tasting like danger and sex, just because it was him. 

"I like this skirt," Yoongi purred. "It's tiny."

He was referring to your plaid red skirt. Almost schoolgirl-style, except no schoolgirl wore anything that short. You used to wear it in high school when you went to the arcades on weekends. Back then, you were much skinner and trying to unsuccessfully hook-up with guys. You still fit into it, waist-wise. Ass-wise.... not so much. You filled out over the years. 

"It's cold."

Yoongi hummed knowingly. His hands worked up your thighs, spreading them out. Pushed down your black thigh-high socks so he could knead more of them. 

"You still wore it though."

Well, yeah. You weren't trying to pick up random guys anymore. Only Min Yoongi. Every time, at these loud ass house parties with too many drunk people and too loud bass. It was a mess. Someone was attempting to chug a whole barrel of beer and ended up vomiting in the grass. 

Disgusting. 

"Why do you go to these things?" you muttered as Yoongi lifted one of your legs, tucking it beside him so he could stare at your clothed pussy. Red, seamless, cheeky. Not a thong. He clicked his tongue in disappointment, but you ignored him. 

"Free alcohol."

"Really?" you snorted, backing up a little as his hand neared. "I could just buy whiskey and bring it to you if you want free alcohol that bad."

Yoongi smirked, licking his pink lips. Wet, glistening. You wanted them on your clit right now. His fingers dipped down, stroking the smooth red fabric lightly. Too lightly. Teasing you. You twisted the urge to raise your hips for more pressure. 

"Where's the fun in that?"

You raised an eyebrow. 

Yoongi pressed down, fingertips shoving the fabric into you, soaking it instantly. You sucked in a breath, staring into his dark, cat-like eyes.

"Why do that when I can make you jealous by going to these parties and having you wonder if I've kissed someone else, touched someone else, fucked someone else?"

He rubbed your clit through the fabric and you gritted your teeth, moving your hand down, but Yoongi was faster, slapping it away. Rubbed harder, a low moan leaving your throat. You didn't want to reach up with your other hand because you might lose balance and hit your steering wheel and accidentally honk your horn. That would be a disaster. 

Yeah.

Of course, that’s why you weren’t stopping him now.

"I don't care what you do, Yoongi," you panted, glaring at him. 

Different house, different party, same car, the correct scene this time, with the right guy in your car, getting you off through your panties. 

Why don't you have a boyfriend?

That was Yoongi's first question when he slid into your car this night. Looking fine as hell with his black-and-white flannel, gray t-shirt, black cargo pants, black sneakers. Straight black hair covering his eyes, a clean undercut when he pushed it back to smirk at you. 

Yoongi curled his finger, now grinding your clit with his knuckle. Oh, fuck. Your juices leaked into your panties, darkening the wet spot and filling the car with your scent. Close.

"You don't care, hm?" Yoongi mused in a tone implying that he knew you cared. Very much. After all, what happened last time… You don't slap bitches across the face for no good reason. 

"She was making out with someone who couldn't consent from my point of view."

There was a dark sparkle of mischief in Yoongi's eyes. 

"Who was? I wasn't referring to anything in particular."

Shit. 

Your face heated and you grinded into his hand, breathing hard, not caring anymore. Whatever. Who cares what Min Yoongi thought? You were going to get off and whether he was there or not didn't fucking matter. Yoongi pressed his knuckle into you, dark hair shadowing his eyes, soft exhales as he watched you near your peak. 

"Cum for me," Yoongi breathed, raspy and deep. "Right here, in front of this party, in your panties, and on my hand."

He could make you do anything. 

You bit your lip and pressed the back of your head into the car window, shutting your eyes, letting the whines out. Pleasure warming you, tendrils of heat crawling up your torso from Yoongi's hand, your soft voice telling him he was so good and he was purring your name, drawing it out, so sexy in his husky tone saturated with lust. 

"A-ah, Yoongi..."

Your back arched and your breathing hiked, onto the edge and then falling, falling, Yoongi's knuckle suddenly slicker, your hips rocking and shivering, whimpering as the pleasure shocked your heart, beating so fast and hard that you felt your pulse in your throat. You heard Yoongi snicker, spreading his fingers out, pressing them to your wet panties, shoving them into your folds, rubbing soothingly.

"I like this most," came his smokey whisper behind your closed lids. "I always have the most fun with you."

You're such a bad boy, Min Yoongi. 

You breathed out in long, smooth breaths, trying to calm your speeding heartbeat. Yoongi's hand still on your crotch, the other on your thigh, squeezing it.

"Noona, open the door."

A muscle in your eyebrow twitched. You sucked on your tongue and opened your eyes. A clear voice with silvery depth. It had come from behind your head. You made eye contact with Yoongi. 

He looked thoroughly amused. 

You turned your head partway to see your side mirror. Yup. Ash blond hair, dark eyes, black tattoos as his right hand tapped your car window, tan skin, sharp jawline. White turtleneck, white denim jacket over it. Black jeans.

The wrong guy. Jeon Jungkook. 

You heard your car doors click and, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Yoongi press the button to unlock them. Hmph. Jungkook moved from the front seat to open the backseat. Climbed in like he owned the damn place. He also smelled like alcohol, but all kinds, unlike Yoongi's whiskey scent. 

"Hey, hyung."

"Hello, Jungkook."

You didn't look at him. 

"Hey, noona."

"Get out of my car," you spat.

"Should I get out of the car, hyung?"

"No. She doesn't mean it."

You glared daggers at Yoongi, who smirked widely. Your legs were spread open in Yoongi's lap, your hoodie was off, there was a giant wet spot between your thighs, your skirt was far too short to cover anything, and your red hair was in disarray, fucked up by Yoongi's insistence. Your eyes flickered to Jungkook, who looked back at you. You thought he would be gazing at your body, but he wasn't. He was staring at your face. 

Somehow, that was worse.

Your neck heated and you looked away from those brown eyes, to the house. Jungkook's female harem was at the porch, gaggling at your car. Seven of them. Why was there seven? That's a random number, you thought. They were beginning to recognize your car. Hmph. Well, you can have him, just leave me and Yoongi alo–

You gasped as Jungkook pulled the lever of your seat, dumping you to the back of the car, scooping his arm around your shoulders, grabbing your head and kissing you hard, tasting like alcohol and smelling like laundry and the sea. You moaned into his mouth as Yoongi slipped under your panties and shoved two fingers into you, grunting at your tightness. Jungkook's soft tongue slid into your lips, your name mumbled onto your tongue, rubbing it as Yoongi fingered you. Too much simulation at once. Jungkook's free hand pushed up your bra, exposing one of your breasts and pinching your nipple. You whined, hips bucking into Yoongi's hand, too much, it was too much, Jungkook’s rough kisses and Yoongi's long fingers, and you felt the wet squelch as it all spilled out, gushing down Yoongi's hand, chest heaving in Jungkook's arms, moaning your release into the younger man's mouth. 

Jungkook broke the kiss, scrambling down as Yoongi removed his fingers. Yoongi brought them to his face and swirled his tongue around his digits. He hummed approvingly around his fingers as you whined, feeling Jungkook's hot tongue lap up the rest, licking at your swollen clit, sensitive from Yoongi's prior work.

"Don't put your dirty tongue on me after you've ate out other girls all night," you gritted out, hand reaching down to grip Jungkook's blond hair. Not pulling him away, but not pushing him in either. 

"I didn't eat anyone out," Jungkook murmured into your pussy, vibrating the slick lips with his low voice. "Hyung told me you were picking him up and that you would pick me up too."

You said no such thing. You gave Yoongi a peeved look and Yoongi just smirked around his wet fingers, smearing your juices over his lips and licking them off. You shivered and pushed Jungkook's head into your pussy, gasping as he shoved his tongue into your hole. 

The girls outside seemed to realize what was going on. They were pointing accusingly and yapping amongst themselves. Your tits were half out, after all. 

"Great, now everyone thinks I'm a slut, Yoongi," you grumbled.

"Who cares?" Yoongi said dismissively. "Anyone who talks shit is going to answer to my fist."

Jungkook lifted his head, panting for breath, chin shiny with your pussy. He didn't look outside. He simply curved his arm around Yoongi's head and flipped off anyone looking in the car. You raised your eyebrows. Thank the American culture for making the middle finger the universal 'fuck you' so that even Koreans knew what it meant. Yoongi seemed to know what Jungkook was doing and laughed huskily as Jungkook backed up, slumping in the backseat. 

"Am I supposed to drive like this?" you hissed, shoving your exposed breast back into your bra and snapping your panties into place before lowering your leg. Ugh, your underwear was soaked. You had pulled your foot out of your boot before Yoongi started pretzeling you in the driver's seat of your own damn car. You shoved your foot back into it now, fixing yourself up. Yoongi plucked the black hoodie from the driver’s seat. 

"Technically, this isn't yours."

"I thought it looked familiar," Jungkook remarked, wiping his chin and then licking off the back of his hand.

You righted your seat, rolling your eyes. 

"Whatever," you mumbled as you started your car. 

-

“Why did you make me do it?” you had asked him.

Yoongi’s lips trailed along your bare shoulder, pulling down his blanket to leave his marks on you.

“Do what?” he had murmured against your skin, making you shiver.

“The whole ‘taking-Jeon-Jungkook’s-virginity’ thing.’”

He traced your shoulder blade with his tongue. “Did I read the situation wrong?” Completely neutral, his hand coming up to run his fingers through your hair. You melted into the action, one of your favorites. It made your skin tingle and your breathing soften, releasing the tenseness in your chest. “You always tell me if I’m wrong.”

“Yeah… I do.”

“Did you hate it?”

“… No.”

Yoongi turned you around to face him, his black hair brushing against your cheeks. Eyes barely open, but seeing all of you. He collected your hair in his fingers, pushing it back and away from your neck. His lips swollen from your kisses; his fair skin nicked with pink from your bites.

“That’s good.”

His finger drew the line of your collarbone, dark orbs watching your lips part, wanting him. Pulling yourself closer to him, skin to skin, his warmth against yours. You leaned in. Yoongi didn’t move away, his breath against your lips.

“What are we?” you whispered.

“Don’t know.” His lips grazed against yours and your moaned softly into them. “Whatever you want.” Dainty, simple kisses. “We’re whatever you want. You know that.” Capturing your lips, trapping them, fingers dancing down, looping around your waist and pulling you close, chest to chest. “You want it to stay like this, it will stay like this.” Grinding against your thigh, hardening against your softness. “You want me to keep driving you crazy, you want me to keep letting Jungkook play with you, then it’ll happen.”

Deep, intense kisses, teasing you, making you addicted to him.

“You want me to go away and leave you alone, I will.”

Your arm came around and you tangled your fingers in his black hair, kissing him fiercely.

“No, don’t leave me alone,” you breathed. “Want this. Want you.”

He purred your name against your lips, flitting his tongue between them.

“Want you, Yoongi.”

-

Everyone said the same thing.

Min Yoongi is a bad boy. Min Yoongi is a playboy. Min Yoongi doesn’t care about anything. He’s just a guy who makes pretty good music, but think twice before trying to get close to him. He’s had the same friends for years and any new ones were superficial acquaintances.

You didn’t care about any of that. You weren’t really hanging out with him anyway. He was just always there when you were kind-of, sort-of dating Kim Namjoon. And it was a kind-of, sort-of because you kept it that way. Namjoon kept asking you to take it further, but you held him at a distance, saying it was too early and that you were careful with your heart.

Then It was the little things. Accidents.

A brush. A graze. A single fingertip.

Yoongi’s eyes on yours. Watching you. Challenging. It didn’t mean anything, until it did. It didn’t mean anything, until the touches got bolder, the moments got longer, and then you were in the bathroom hallway of some random club, face-to-face with Min Yoongi, and he was close, so close, but not touching you. He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you and you knew, shit this whole thing with Namjoon is not it, because no matter how good riding Kim Namjoon’s dick was, it was not Min Yoongi’s stare that was instantly making your pussy throb.

His long fingers danced in the air. Tracing the curve of your jaw, but not touching you. Whiskey on his breath, but not breathing on you. Cocking his eyebrow at you, at you. His palm turned upwards, two fingers outstretched and, if you leaned forward, you could place you chin on them.

But you didn’t.

“Are you wet?” Yoongi whispered huskily, barely heard over the loud bass.

You blinked slowly. “Are you hard?”

His lips curved into a devious smirk.

“Yeah.”

Pause.

“Yes.”

Someone was vomiting real fucking loudly in the men’s bathroom.

Yoongi dropped his hand and took a step back. Let his eyes linger on you as he backed up and walked away, rounding the corner.

You broke up that thing with Namjoon that night. It wasn’t fair to him and he wasn’t in that deep yet, so he was chill with it. Understanding. He wasn’t getting the vibes from you either. You didn’t even know if you had vibes.

You didn’t throw yourself into Min Yoongi’s arms. That would be rude and, besides, it wasn’t like you knew him that well. But Namjoon still invited you to things, concerts and stuff, because he was a nice guy and, even if you guys weren’t dating, he was still friendly. And you went, even if you didn’t really like people. Just in case.

The first couple times, Yoongi wasn’t there.

And then he was.

And then it started again, but bolder this time, crazier things, short skirts and exploring hands, no talking, no chats, only eyes and touches, until it wasn’t, his hands curling into your shirt, shoving you against the wall and kissing you and you kissing him back, fingers slipping under his leather jacket and pushing up his shirt, nails on his skin.

His raspy voice against your puffy lips.

“Let’s have some fun.”

Always going to these damn parties, always asking you to take him home so he could take you down, gasping your name into your ear, telling you the same thing.

“I always have the most fun with you.”

Asking you how you wanted it today, from the back, from the front, against the wall, saying he’ll do anything to get you off. You want his tongue? His fingers? His dick? He would give it to you. Spread your legs open on his kitchen counter and eat you out like you were his fucking groceries.

Always reminding you.

“The best sex is still you.”

You would still go to the events Namjoon invited you to, his underground concerts, and watch Yoongi open for him every once in a while, growling into the mic and glaring at the audience, until he found you, lips curving into his trademark open-mouthed smirk that would be in between your legs later that night.

Min Yoongi is a bad boy.

Min Yoongi is a playboy.

Min Yoongi doesn’t care about anything.

So what?

You can feel however you want.

You can live however you want.

No reason to take anything seriously.

Whatever, right?

-

“Give me the fucking hoodie.”

“Nah, you can borrow Jungkook’s jacket.”

“Except you can’t button it, noona.”

You sucked in an annoyed breath. “Fine, give me the fucking jacket.”

Min Yoongi smirked, watching Jeon Jungkook strip his denim jacket and hand it to you. You put it on, scowling. “You act like it’s acid,” Yoongi chuckled.

“I’m burning,” you snapped sarcastically. “Absolutely dying being covered in Jeon Jungkook.”

“You want to be covered in Jeon Jungkook’s cum, that’s for sure.”

You took too long to respond to Yoongi’s quip. Jungkook smirked, placing his forearms on the headrest of your seat, craning his head around to look at your face. You turned away, feeling your neck and ears pulse. His ash blond hair drifted down, shading one of his brown eyes.

“Yeah, noona? Is that what you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“Shut up.”

You twisted away and got out of your car, followed by the two men. Didn’t look at either of them. It was a cold night, but your body was hot. It wasn’t covered enough. You felt an arm curve around your waist, tattoos on a tan hand. A sharp chin balancing on your red hair.

“Need your help, noona. I’m kind of drunk.”

“Let me call the Grim Reaper.”

A fair hand sliding under the denim jacket, making you hiss with the cold touch.

“You chilly?” Yoongi teased. “Need cuddles?”

You didn’t say anything. He could feel how hot your skin was, saw your ears were fucking scorching with embarrassment with how short your plaid skirt was. You locked your car, ignoring them.

“It’s only three flights of stairs,” Jungkook murmured, probably staring at your ass.

Whatever, right?

-

“Need my jacket back, noona.”

“Where’s the hoodie?” you grumbled to Yoongi.

Yoongi shrugged. “Left it in your car.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fucking typical. I’ll go get–”

Yoongi shoved you into Jungkook’s apartment.

-

“He just wants another taste.”

Warm lips on your neck, large fair-skinned hands circled with black-and-white checked flannel dancing up your bare chest, bra already gone. Jungkook already on his knees, looking up at you, licking his lips. Still in his white turtleneck and jeans.

“Look at him. Isn’t he cute? Don’t you want to shove your dripping pussy into those pink lips and grab that blond hair?”

“You’re so bad, Yoongi.”

You lifted up your skirt, so fucking short it was basically useless. You ticked your chin to your panties, damp from earlier in the car. “Help me take them off, Jungkook.”

Jungkook licked his lips again, letting his tongue dawdle before sliding it back in.

“You sure, noona?”

“Yeah.” Sucked in a breath as Yoongi teased your nipples, too familiar of a scene. “Want your mouth, please.” Rubbed them in between his fingertips and you moaned, leaning into Yoongi’s touch. “Please, Jungkook, wanna cum in your mouth.”

The side of Jungkook’s lips cocked upwards. “Of course, noona.” Reached up and hooked his fingers on the sides, pulling them down your thighs, mouth watering as he witnessed your wetness. Leaned forward and buried his nose into it, inhaling deeply, shuddering. “Smells so fucking good.”

Yoongi’s fingers leaving your breasts, running through your red hair, the hair you dyed because he causally said you should dye it red. He got it out of you eventually, both hands in your hair as he fucked you into his bed, balls slapping into you with his force, breathing in your face.

“Your hair is so fucking sexy,” he had panted. “You dyed it red because I said you should, didn’t you?”

“No.”

He stopped suddenly, leaving you full, but unstimulated, bent in half under him. You tried to move, but Yoongi’s grip in your hair had tightened, breathing hard against your lips.

“You’re no liar,” he had whispered.

“Move.”

“Tell the truth.”

Gentle kiss. His cock twitched inside you and you moaned, needing more.

“Tell the truth,” he had commanded.

“Yes, fuck, Yoongi, yes, now fucking give it to me.”

He began to fuck you again, hard and satisfying and everything you wanted. The best fucking dick you’ve ever had, made you cum twice before him, made you gasp his name and clutch his sheets, just like how you grabbed his shirt and gasped his name right now, leaning back against him as Yoongi’s head curved around your body, attaching his lips to your nipple as Jungkook’s tongue dipped into your drenched pussy, his moan vibrating your core as Yoongi sucked, playing with your other nipple with his hand. Standing in Jungkook’s bedroom, two mouths on you. Jungkook took one of your legs and put it on his shoulder, noisily and messily eating you out, Yoongi’s whiskey breath now all over your tits.

You could have been mad, but you were too horny to be angry, too busy humping Jungkook’s face and arching your back to get more into Yoongi’s hot mouth. One hand in Yoongi’s black hair and the other in Jungkook’s blond hair, gripping them both tight, losing yourself in the pleasure, head tipped back and tongue sliding out, impossible to catch your breath. Jungkook’s tongue lapped at your clit, closing in on it, adding more force, and you whimpered, legs shaking.

“Jungkook, a-ah, fuck…”

Skirt bunched around your waist, far too short to even blanket Jungkook’s face, giving you a clear view of his intense brown eyes, one hand on your thigh and the other wrapped around your ass, shoving your hips into his face.

Yoongi flicked your hard nipple with his tongue and pinched the other. You moaned, shivers up your spine, suddenly tipping into your orgasm and spilling it all into Jungkook’s mouth, Yoongi’s name leaving your lips, rolling your body into his face, hearing him chuckle in that deep voice of his. Jungkook slurped greedily, lapping at your pussy as Yoongi released your nipple and came up, murmuring your name, feathery kisses on your lips.

“So sexy,” he breathed. “So fuckable.”

You moaned into Yoongi’s mouth as your rode Jungkook’s face, and Jungkook got the hint, licking you all over again, your clit throbbing onto his tongue, leaking more and more into his mouth.

“Fuck, noona, you taste so fucking good when you’re horny,” Jungkook growled, his Busan satoori slipping out. “Extra sweet, like candy.”

Yoongi gave you one last kiss as Jungkook lowered your leg, standing up to cup your face and kiss you, smearing your juices on your face and licking them off, a fucking mess, your own sweet-sour taste spreading everywhere. You shuddered against his lips, one hand still in his hair, the other letting go of Yoongi’s black locks and clutching Jungkook’s turtleneck as he kissed you.

“Leave the skirt on, noona,” Jungkook mumbled. “You look so cute in it. Cute little slut.”

Body so hot, so fucking hot that it felt like your skin was on fire.

“… Fine.”

Jungkook’s hands sliding back, burying in your dark red shadow root, light kisses on your cheeks. “Just playing around, noona. I know you’re not a slut.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Jungkook chuckled and grabbed your ass, grinding his crotch into yours. “You do like playing with me, don’t you?” He was so fucking hard, even through the thick fabric of his jeans.

“Mhm.” You swallowed your moan, gripping Jungkook tighter. “Don’t know why you’re so obsessed with me though.”

“I told you,” Jungkook purred, nudging you towards his bed, getting you to climb onto it, those familiar navy sheets, so soft against your skin. They smelled just like Jungkook, fresh laundry with a hint of the sea. “Sex dreams with you are too good. I need the real thing.”

He dumped you on his bed, leaning down, kissing you once more.

“I wanna see you doing the stuff you do in my dreams.”

-

“You look cold.”

You shivered. “I’m not.”

Yoongi pulled off his black hoodie and held it out to you.

You puffed out hot air. “I don’t need it.”

His voice low and husky. “Smells like me.”

You bit you lip and took it from him, slipping it over your shoulders. Smelled so fucking good, just like Yoongi with a hint of whiskey. You snuck a glance at him in your passenger’s seat. He was leaning back in the chair, sighing softly, black hair all over his closed eyes. You saw the dark circles. His face seemed paler than usual. You started the car.

“Need to drop by the pharmacy.”

“Any chain in particular?” you replied absentmindedly.

Yoongi waved a hand. “Just need hangover meds and water.”

You tapped the water bottle in your cupholder. “There’s some left.”

You kept your eyes on the road as he reached over and drank from it. You heard it being drained. You drove steadily, thinking of the closest pharmacy. Stopped at a red light, thinking you needed to turn left at the next one.

“Thanks for picking me up.”

“Mhm.”

Silence with your steady driving, ever so slightly going over the speed limit. Not enough to get caught. Just on the edge. Gliding in the darkness, surrounded by yellow headlights and red backlights. You pulled into a parking lot, right in front of the pharmacy.

“Be a sec.”

Yoongi hauled himself out of the seat, wearing only his over-sized white t-shirt and distressed blue jeans. Was it just you or his arms a little skinner than before? The silver bracelets seemed looser on his wrists.

“Want your–?”

The car door shut.

“Hoodie,” you finished, speaking to no one. You watched Yoongi stagger to the door, pulling a black face mask out and covering his face before entering. You had a brief, fleeting moment where you thought, I should have gone with him, but you frowned. Yoongi was an adult. He didn’t need you.

He didn’t need you.

You rested your arms on your steering wheel and waited. Waited. You were good at waiting. Was it still waiting if that your default state, just breezing through life, wondering if there was any meaning in it all, wondering if anything meant anything? You made a face. Why were you having an existential crisis right now? Stupid. If nothing mattered, why bother agonizing over it?

Whatever.

The car door opened and Yoongi slid in, tugging off his face mask and holding a plastic bag.

“Here.”

You jumped as Yoongi threw a small plastic packet in your lap. Gummy bears.

“You like these, right?”

You blinked at them. “Yeah… I guess.” You did like gummy bears. Why did he get gummy bears?

“That’s good.”

That was that. Yoongi cracked open a water bottle. You waited as he scowled, dumping powder into the water and shaking it up. He squinted at the directions and then resumed shaking the water bottle, turning the water a cloudy white. He reopened the bottle and took a large swig, shuddering as he removed it from his lips. He didn’t look pleased, but he accepted it.

“What are you trying to forget?”

“Hm?”

You shrugged, tilting your head at him. “I mean, you go out drinking a lot. That’s what alcoholics do.”

Yoongi snorted. “I’m never drunk.”

“What’s with the hangover meds, then?” you pointed out.

His eyes slid to you. They seemed extra dark even in the bright streetlights.

“I don’t want a headache in the morning,” he muttered. “Or a limp dick.”

You chuckled. “I can just drop you off and go home.” You reached over and started the car. He seemed tired and stressed. You figured you could let him sleep. Wasn’t like you picked him up only because you wanted a quick fuck.

He tapped the water bottle against your forearm as you started turning out of the parking lot. You spared him a glance, raising your eyebrows.

“Wanna see your face in the morning,” he said casually, taking another sip. You could barely see his eyes with his black bangs covering them. “And hear you begging for my dick to fuck you harder.”

You rolled your eyes and drove him to his apartment.

You stayed that night.

-

“Jungkook, your dreams are freaky as fuck,” Yoongi cackled, hoisting your hips up as you whined, back arched and wrists tied by Jungkook’s belt looped a few times around them and buckled closed.

Jungkook asked you to keep the skirt on. He asked you to move your arms back and stick your chest out, breasts pushed together by your upper arms, nipples sticking straight out. He asked you to press your forearms together and not move them, hands clasped together as he jacked off in front of you.

Sure, whatever.

He also asked Yoongi to rail you from behind while he was doing it, and asked his hyung to make your tits bounce.

And Yoongi told him he was freaky as fuck as he slid into you, using one of Jungkook’s condoms, mentioning that Jungkook should buy a different brand because they were thinner and better quality.

“Okay, hyung, I’ll make sure to have them next time.”

Next time, okay, yeah, sure Jungkook, it’s not like you’re the one on Yoongi’s dick, you thought wryly as Yoongi began to move, slow but hard, your breasts bouncing at the action, gasp torn from your throat.

“Why do you even have condoms?” you muttered between pants, rocking on Yoongi’s hips as he lifted you and dropped you on his hard cock, ugh, so fucking good, felt so good as Yoongi fucked you and you watched Jungkook’s right hand wrapped around his stiff length, the red head disappearing and reappearing in his tattooed fingers, his chest rippling and his lower lip in his teeth, tiny mole dancing underneath it, eyes on your bouncing tits, moaning as he watched the obscenity in front of him.

Felt good to be watched and tied up, kneeling on Jungkook’s bed, because it was wrong, so fucking wrong, but it felt so fucking good.

“In case you want to fuck me,” Jungkook gasped. “Unless you want my babies.”

You huffed. “I do not.”

Jungkook ticked his head, smirk on his lips with his lip bite. “There you go.” He scooted closer and you ticked an eyebrow, feeling Yoongi’s fingertips dig into you as he smacked his crotch into your ass. You moaned, Yoongi’s name dropping from your lips.

“You always look so fucking hot when you’re getting fucked.”

You chuckled. “This is only the second time you’ve watched me getting fucked.”

Jungkook grinned. “Nope, I’ve seen you get fucked hundreds of times in my dreams.”

You rolled your eyes and the action was cut short as Yoongi shifted and hit your favorite spot, making you cry out and lurch forward, breath in Jungkook’s face, breasts knocking together. Your hands touched the bed, squeezing your tits, gasping for breath.

“Don’t fall over, naughty girl,” Yoongi purred. “Give Jungkookie the best view.”

You lifted your head back, balancing on your fingertips, mouth open, tongue touching your lip, vision hazy with lust. Jungkook’s blond hair covered one of his brown eyes, jaw clenched and he stroked himself faster, veins popping out on his hardness, pre-cum leaking from the tip and running down.

“Wanna cum on your face and tits, noona,” Jungkook breathed. “Wanna cover you with me.”

“Where are your manners, Jungkook?” Yoongi barked behind you, the smacking between you two radiating off the walls, squeaking the bed, and probably wholeheartedly disturbing his neighbors.

Jungkook sank his teeth in his lip, suddenly apologetic. You were about to blurt out that you didn’t give a shit, but Jungkook spoke, breathless with a hint of neediness, staring into your eyes with his brown doe-like ones, and suddenly you couldn’t say anything, repeatedly jerked forward by Yoongi’s forceful thrusts, frozen by Jungkook’s whisper.

“Please, noona… Please let me cum on your tits. On your face. Please let me see you with my cum all over you.”

Once again, you were reminded that Jungkook actually liked you.

“… O-Okay, Jungkook,” you gasped. “A-Anything you want.”

You arched your back even more, tipping your head up, breathing hard. Jungkook had to stand on the bed, his thin moans indicating he was nearing his end and you stared up at him, eyes wide, mouth open, pussy clenching around Yoongi’s cock, whimpering as you felt him fill you over and over, his long fingers bruising your hips, Yoongi’s rough, raspy drawl of you name, deepened by his Daegu satoori.

“Such a sexy woman, so eager to get a faceful of cum, aren’t you?”

You whined, lust building inside you, staring into Jungkook’s glazed-over brown eyes and his thick, dark red cock ready to burst. Yoongi’s voice could make you do anything. He really could. And you wanted him to. You wanted him to make you do anything he wanted, everything he wanted. Your voice was soaked with lust, eyes half-lidded, lips wetly parted.

“Y-Yes, Yoongi… I want Jungkook’s cum all over me…”

Jungkook’s shaking left hand touched your forehead, gently holding you in place, ash blond strands brushing against his high cheekbones as he whispered your name, heavy with his Busan satoori.

“You’re so good to me, noona.”

He moaned your name again and came with hot white strings, splattering down your cheeks and neck, some of it hitting your lips and tongue, spilling onto your bouncing breasts, coating them with his salty orgasm. You moaned back, eyes rolling back as you hit your peak, painted in Jungkook’s cum, so hot, so sticky on your skin, and you tightened around Yoongi’s cock, whimpering as you came, suddenly so wet like a waterfall, slick and viscous, reminding you of the first time that you came on this bed with Yoongi’s tongue on top of Jungkook’s sleeping body, but this time Jungkook was shoving the sensitive head in between your open lips, groaning as you licked off the dripping cum, some of it dribbling into your throat.

Yoongi hissed your name, and you whimpered as his cock twitched inside you, fully sheathing himself in your burning heat before spilling into the condom, his jerking length being roughly massaged by your tight walls. Jungkook’s cum was running down your chest, clinging to your nipples, dripping onto his sheets. Jungkook pulled out of your mouth and your tongue extended, licking at the leftover cum on the outskirts of your lips before you yelped abruptly.

“A-ah, Jungkook!”

Jungkook’s hands cupped your breasts, pushing them together and running his hot tongue over your breasts, sucking off his orgasm, lapping at your nipples, making you shudder and squirm, wiggling on Yoongi’s cock and pussy throbbing with every lick.

“Holy fuck,” Yoongi groaned, obviously witnessing Jungkook’s slurping of his cum off your tits and neck, and feeling you moan and buck on his slowly softening cock. “You’re wild, Jungkook.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to notice or care, kissing up your throat, tongue flicking against your cheeks, breath hot on your face, saturated with the salty scent of his cum. His palms on your trembling jaw, pulling you down to his lips, kissing you deeply, your moan in his mouth.

“You feel good, noona?” Jungkook whispered huskily against your lips.

“Y-Yeah…”

Your heart was rattling against your ribcage, still shattered from your orgasm and the dirtiness of Jungkook’s actions. So hard to come down, trapped on cloud nine, struggling for breath. Jungkook pressed his sweaty forehead into yours, fingers sliding back to run them through your red strands, your skin tingling at his touch. His blond hair stuck to your face, his brown eyes closing.

“Don’t worry,” he breathed softly against your quivering breath. “I’m here with you.”

-

You opened your eyes, slowly.

Groggily.

Navy sheets, so soft against your bare skin. Hand splayed over your breasts, covering them, holding you close to a hard, muscular chest. Your eyes flickered down, trying to blink the sleep away. Black tattoos on tan skin. You shifted your eyes forward. Mop of black hair, messily covering what you knew were dark, cat-like eyes. Pale chest, completely bare. Your hand was around his slim waist, fingertips on his back.

Don’t you want to be bad with me?

You retreated your hand. Those dark eyes opened, just a crack.

Watching you.

Your hand reached up, tracing his jaw. Palm up. Placed two fingers on his chin, caressing it.

His name, his name, perfectly formed by your lips, your addiction, the feeling you couldn’t give up.

“Yoongi.”

His pink lips curved into a devious smirk. His hand closed around yours, fingers intertwining.

Spark of mischief in his eyes.

“Shh. Go to sleep.”

Held your hand as you closed your eyes once again, nestled in Jungkook’s arms.

-

fourth act. lucid dreams a–dick–ted au

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[vivalachampions]

10 songs you’re currently obsessed with.

Thank you for the tag @hello-paralyzed-world

10. Life is a Bi- BiBi - *closes eyes and just vibes*

9. Any other way- Eric Nam

8. Mirror Mirror - F Hero, Milli, Changbin. OBSESSED with all of Milli’ s part. Okay, lips, hips, neck, fingers. Lemme check on the mirror

7. Only-LeeHi. I want to ballroom dance to this song.

6. Make u dance -Adora , Eunha

5. Merry bad ending-the boyz. *closes eyes and just vibes*

4. Lost in Paradise- Ali ft Aklo. Gives me a boost of energy. ngl this song is one of the reasons why I’m rewatching Jujutsu Kaisen

3. Beside you- Keshi. No explanation for this song…. it is daily just hear for me.

2. Fever- Enhypen. The choreo 🔥. Also since I’m in the “process of learning g Korean” the lyrics are easy for semi follow along.

1. Cat & Dog- TXT. This song has me randomly barking out-loud without being embarrassed. Need I say more.

I’m tagging, if y’all want @caprycorn @jessparaguss @delphinecascarino @hoechln

[bobohoney]

royale kazino (m)

Synopsis: A forbidden love between two mafia people has risen.

A/N: This is one of my favorite concepts i have ever written!! Hope you enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated! 

Warning: this contains mature content!!!

Pairing: bodyguard!/boss! oc x boss! baekhyun

Moodboard: @bbyunz 🥺

Songs to listen to:

• KAZINO - BIBI

• ICE QUEEN - BAEKHYUN

• MISSED CALL - JISELLE

This was another of his shit shows, where girls in bikini were coming out of the pool and rich men were coming with their hoes. You were here to serve, to watch like a falcon that nobody got close to your boss. Your boss was sitting inside the house discussing with one of his hit men why the last money heist had gone wrong. Baekhyun was very angry, you knew him like the palm of your hand to say the least, when he got angry he needed to cool off with only one thing and that thing was sex. Baekhyun was a humble man, you admired him very much but you hated the way he treated women. When you first knew him he thought you were one of the prostitutes so he proceeded to flirt with you but you didn’t shut up with respect you put him on the line. You were his bodyguard and he understood how to treat you, he never flirted with you again. He respected you.

“Ross you are fucking fired! I don’t want you around here again. Please get the fuck out!” Baekhyun said running his fingers through his hair clearly angry.

“Zero-four escort him outside; he isn’t part of us anymore. Oh and when you come back, i need to talk to you.” Baekhyun´s tone was harsh while ordering you but you didn’t flinch a bit what surprised you is that he wanted to talk to you after that.

Ross looked at you up and down, he was measuring you. Watching as if you were nothing because you were a woman. You gritted your teeth reminding yourself that this was your job and you had to stay on your place.

“Yes, boss B.” You nodded. “Lets go, Ross.”

“He´s gonna fuck you, ´know. He owns you now.” Ross whispered into your ear while you grabbed him by his arm. Your grip tightened. He was no one to talk to you like that but you had to remind yourself to be stoic. You were stronger than an asshole who wanted to get on your nerves. “You belong to him, sweetheart.”

You weren’t allowed to say anything. The people in your job were sexist but you never got this get into you. You were smarter than these stupid macho men.

Ross looked up at you when you pushed him outside the mansion. He spit at you with all his forces and that was the last straw you needed. The spit landed on your face, but you weren’t going to allow this lack of respect.

With a clenched jaw you kicked Ross on the balls; he fell down the stairs and clutched his stomach while screaming “CRAZY BITCH!”

You stayed with your resting bitch face while turning around and walking to the big house. He was nobody to speak to you like that, you thought while pushing your hair back.

“Zero-four, boss B is waiting for you in the first floor.” Marco said while smirking at you.

You ran up the stairs to find yourself with a white door that opened to Baekhyun´s bedroom but nobody would prepare you to see what were you seeing right now.

One of Baekhyun´s so called girlfriends was crying on the floor gripping the naked legs of a naked Baekhyun that was telling her to that they never were a thing. You looked away when he looked at you. The girl got up, running past you in attempt to save her broken heart. You grew shy in the eyes of a Baekhyun that putting his black gown was still looking intensely at you.

“Boss.” You greeted closing the door while Baekhyun nodded and sat on the bed.

The tension was evident between you two; you wanted to ignore how Baekhyun had always had a soft spot for you. You were oblivious of how much Baekhyun wanted you, how sometimes at night he woke up feeling hard at the thought of his bodyguard sucking him off. You were a smart and well put out woman in his eyes, he respected you too much to make his advances obvious to you.

“I wanted to ask you something, Zero-four.” For the first time in Baekhyun´s mafia boss life he was nervous and shy.

You stood in front of him not knowing what to do or what to expect of Baekhyun´s question.

“Do you want to be my second in command?” Baekhyun asked with his eyes shining. “You will be in charge of the underground activities and i´ll be the face my father wants me to be.”

“B-but boss…” You stuttered.

 If Baekhyun had told you the stress that it came to being the boss you would have said no. First of all, you didn’t sleep and second of all now it wasn’t the time for a party that Baekhyun wanted to organize. You had been shot in one of the heists your gang had planned and he desired to present you to society? Hell no! So you were furious because it seems he just completed abandoned you. He left you in charge of everything to dedicate himself to what? The licit stuff?

“Call me Baekhyun and now, we are partners.” He answered with a loop sided smile.

•••

You knocked on Baekhyun´s door twice and he didn’t answer, where was he when you needed him the most?

“Bo-Baekhyun are you there?” You asked knocking again until you heard what it seemed to be a moan, the sound of a heavy breathing and you grew shy “If you are busy with one of y-yours girls i´ll come back later.”

A very disheveled and shirtless Baekhyun opened the door, looking at you with hungry eyes. He grabbed you by the wrist pulling you inside the room.

“What?” He growled at you. “I´m not with anybody…God if you only weren’t so oblivious.”

“Wha-“He kissed you, lips soft as marshmallows and savory as sugar. You couldn’t but the kiss felt so good. He felt so good, not to mention the way he sucked on your tongue making you see the stars. Lips locking lips; holding you (close) to his broad and naked chest. Baekhyun was losing his mind, when you were shot and he thought he would lose you he allowed himself to be weak. You made him weak and he made you weak to the knees too. He pushed you flush against the door holding you in place while giving you little kisses to your neck.

“Boss… I-i mean Baekhyun-we cannot…” You said while whimpering his name again and again, he could get lost on the sound of your lips saying his name.

You couldn’t

You couldn’t

You couldn’t

That’s what resonated on your mind while you pushed Baekhyun away.

 You looked at yourself in the mirror not recognizing your features, dresses weren’t for you but you had to play the part and Baekhyun had to play his part. You were partners now, no time for feelings, no time for being attached.

“This isn’t right!” You screamed to his face but you didn’t wait for his answer instead you ran away.

•••

The red dress hugged your curves nicely; you still had the bandage on your ribcages when the bullet had grazed your skin. You weren´t ready for this, to present yourself in society but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered more than the Byun Empire. The empire that you had dedicated yourself for the last 10 years. First as a bodyguard, now as the boss.

Touching your lips with the red lipstick you remembered the passionate kiss Baekhyun and you shared. You wanted to feel nothing but you felt the so called butterflies inside your stomach. Baekhyun wasn’t any man, he was someone you profusely admired and respected but you couldn’t allow yourself to fall in love with him.

You went down the stairs where Baekhyun was waiting for you, dressed nicely in a black tuxedo. His face was numb of any feeling and he didn’t even look at you, he couldn’t bear to be next to you because his heart ached. He was weak next to you.

“Boss Z and boss B, the guests are waiting for you.” Marco stated as Baekhyun grabbed your hand. You looked down at your intertwined hands, feeling how calm washed over you. Nose itchy like you wanted to cry because a realization had hit you, Baekhyun made you feel safe.

You both walked pretending everything was fine and greeted Baekhyun´s father, the most important guest. Baekhyun was nervous, he needed this to go well and he needed his father´s approval.

When everyone was sitting in the large table, Baekhyun and you side by side, his father decided to talk.

“This is your partner Baekhyun? One of your whores?” The big man scoffed. Suddenly there was a big and tense silence in the dinner room. Baekhyun looked at his father defiantly in the eye; he wouldn’t shut up about this. He chose you because you were the best bodyguard he had ever hired, the best at your job.

“With all due respect, Mr. Byun i was Baekhyun´s bodyguard for the last ten years. I´m no whore.” You showed a calm demeanor but Baekhyun noticed how your hand was shaking underneath the table so he interlaced your fingers again.

The night carried on calmly until Baekhyun´s father and the rest of the mafia gang left. Now you were on your bedroom that was next Baekhyun´s, your mind was running a mile per hour thinking about him. It was all confusing to your heart, you didn´t know what you wanted but what you did know is that it wasn’t correct to be with Baekhyun. Your jobs were dangerous; you couldn’t allow yourself to be weak. Here you were though with a heavy chest and a wet pillow because of your salty tears until you heard a knock on your door. You stood up and opened the door with your wet face.

Mr. Byun nodded at your answer not expecting you to talk and Baekhyun´s heart was swell with pride.

•••

“I need to talk to you.” Baekhyun announced closing the door past him. “Just hear me out.”

You nodded sitting on the bed while he sat next to you, the atmosphere was uncomfortable especially when you were so used to not speaking about your feelings at all. Baekhyun looked at you with watery eyes and you could tell he was heartbroken.

“I love you, i-i know we can´t be together and that you don’t want me the way i do… I just want to get this out of my chest.” He murmured almost as if he was convincing himself to let go of you.

His soft words hit your face as if it was a slap and before he left you cupped his cheeks as your lips crashed into his with one passionate motion. He opened his eyes in surprise but immediately he lost himself in your touch.

“Only tonight.” You both repeated in unison while you straddled his hips, your black nightgown making you look like Persephone and he was your Hades.

You started to roll your hips with a smirk while Baekhyun moaned your name against your neck. He needed you badly. The thought of you riding him and him submitting to you made him so hard.

“Ride me, baby…” Baekhyun begged, breathless, for the first time in his life. He never begged for a woman but hell you were the woman he fell in love with.

“Yeah? You want me to ride you, Baek?” You asked giving a particularly hard roll of your hips. He nodded, desperate, because he was going to come on his pants if you kept going.

You took his belt out and opened his jeans, allowing his cock to sprang free and hit his naked stomach. You pushed your black panties to the side, running his cock between your folds. Slowly, you slid his member inside you making both shudder. Baekhyun moaned while tearing the strap of your nightgown, freeing your boobs and putting a nipple inside his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the nipple while you bounced on his cock. Baekhyun looked at you with sparks in his eyes and you caressed his dreamy face. This man really loved you.

“Fuck, you´re gorgeous…” He breathed out separating himself from your nipples, his voice guttural.

Your back arched at one hard thrust, a whimper of his name slipping past your lips. His teeth grazed your neck until his mouth got to your earlobe sucking. You welcomed the sensitivity, the passion, the love, Baekhyun had for you.

His lips wrapped, again, around your nipple and his tongue devoured you with no control. You bounced harder and harder on his cock making him seen the whole universe behind his, now, closed eyes.

“Gonna come, Boss.” You moaned gripping his gel textured hair.

“Boss!!” You said screaming while his fingers worked on your clit. You were coming and he wanted to frame your face and your voice forever in his mind. He soon followed spurting his cum inside you and filling up your walls.

•••

Baekhyun watched as you laid on the bed, peacefully sleeping and began to dress himself. He couldn’t allow himself to stay with you but the pain of leaving you was unbearable but he had to. It was his duty. He stood up on the bed with his heart hurting inside his chest and left you sleeping. Framing the night before forever in his mind.

[starrysupercell]

Road trip headcanons part 1. I'm not currently planning on doing all of the Trios/Duos/current loners, but I have a couple of ideas for a few more groups. Just wanted to post this now for you guys since there's some downtime rn. So okay, here we go.

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Wild West Trio:

Drivers: Shelly and Colt, interchange

Backseat: Spike

Colt likes playing those roadtrip games. License plate ones and ABC signs. Sadly, when he drives he can't really focus on the games. Shelly isn't always interested no matter who's driving too, and even when she's the one driving, it's difficult to play with Spike bc, well. The Cactus is mute. [Tfw when he points out a 'high point' sign but nobody sees him. :,)]

When Shelly isn't contemplating life and looking out the window though, they do talk and joke a lot. Spike enjoys his time with them, even if he sometimes feels he can't partake, Shelly and Colt make sure he feels welcome.

Favorite time to drive: Late morning to Afternoon.

Most hated event: car arguments (sad, uncomfortable stretches of tense silence. Nobody is happy.)

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Retropolis Gang:

Driver: Bull.

Crow usually sits up front, but ocassionally Bibi does. [maybe when she's older. Driving lessons coming up soon?]

Bull l o v e s driving. The wind rushing by, the ambient chatter between his friends, the control of the road. (His car means a lot to him, so sharing his favorite area is amazing.)

Crow's very weary of other cars, but Bull's a talented driver and he can trust him enough to react in time. (This took time though- he used to be a such a backseat driver.) Now, what used to be him on his own (he likely used to ride a motorcycle) is comfortable silence with his friends/family.

Bibi enjoys the calm atmosphere. Very, very relaxed. Whether tunes are blasting, or the only sounds are the late night bugs and tires rolling smoothly on pavement, this is one cool ride she enjoys being on.

Favorite time to drive: cool evening/night

Most hated event: sudden rain (it takes like 30 seconds to put the top up and a doused Gang is not a happy one)

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Graveyard Fam:

Driver: Usually Mortis

Emz always in the backseat and Frank usually in the passenger seat.

Things can sometimes be tense with Emz's flash photography reflecting off the rearview mirror and distracting Mortis, Mortis' constant chattering and cackling annoying Frank, and Frank's grumpy disposition offputtng Emz... but when this family starts to get along they have fun! Frank stops being a grump and puts on a great song (he puts on some random one, but Mortis and Emz encourages for one of his great originals, which he complies with cheerfully.) Mortis loves the songs and quiets down, Emz puts down her phone or starts recording the mood, and they all have a good time together.

Favorite time to drive: midnight

Least favorite event: early morning road trips (none of them are early birds and its absolute misery)

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Pirate Crew:

More of a voyage than a road trip. When the Pirates are out at sea for days or weeks, they're all dandy at at first- they love each other and they love the sea. Shanties, cooperation, and jokes aplenty! Dinners together....

But then boredom, restlessness and the stale feeling of seeing each other gets to them. Darryl's a little more snappy, Penny gets into more trouble, and Tick is more stubborn too. Just that ol' family fatigue. Once they return or get to the island they were aiming for, it's better. Fresh air and solid land is what they needed (and other faces, if it is a return to the Park.)

Favorite Time: Windy Days, full speed ahead! (The real treasure is the journey there or something)

Least favorite: rainy days.. with haphazard wind. The necessity to constantly adjust the sail makes it the worst chore.

[woozi]

i agree how you described twt, sometimes everyone's just ready to fight it seems, i've genuinely had fun on both platforms at different times but now it's just too much on stan twt (no space for difference of opinion djsjdjj) it's good to know you're having fun as well :3 & omg i've seen few of my moots starting to give svt their attention after fallin flower dropped, everything abt it is <3333 the song, mv, choreo i love it.

hdjdjddkdjdj " virgos 😐 " also me in next breath "happy birthday mark :D i love you so much 🥺💕💗" any virgos reading this i really hope you enjoy your month to the fullest djjdjd <3. righttt?? you're correct abt mark's temper being very virgo djdjdkd.

your line screams hard-working people <3 jihoon, jaebeom, jeonghan the 3Js <3. isn't jaebeom also an infj? (i don't take mbtis seriously but at the same time it also makes me happy if it ends up matching someone i like djdjjd) chan & yugs 🥺 these two imo have the sweetest personality, like the one which makes you feel welcomed & they also have the cutest laugh 🥺.

i love jus2 <3 focus on me is one of my favorite kpop mvs of all time & also drunk on you??? i love this song so much, very sexy of them. the vibes, style and everything w/ their album, i want more songs like that. and for when i am feeling melancholy i need more songs like jjp's verse 2 😭💔 but i am also okay if they don't want to go back to these units bcoz everything so far they've been giving is just as great <33 ( maybe in future we'll get blessed w/ features 🥺)

honestly g7 as grp and individually have won me over with their music style, even if i don't like full album ik there will be 3-4 songs which will be exactly what i like to listen to, all of the music they've released individually i've liked it so much. there is this song of youngjae's, titled "i'm all ears" i had no idea of its existence until it popped up in my spotify i'm so glad it did, it's been in my playlist ever since. there was also a time when i was obsessed with jackson's 'on the rocks' djdjdk.

aww <3 the live performance video of 1° has mark as thumbnail so for long time i used to associate this song with him jdjddk. i think the only j*pe thing i'd miss is got7 studio live sessions 🥺. RIGHTJDKSKS aju nice's mv is very cute djjddk I love it, in reality its reverse tho, i see them and boom! 💖💛💗🤍💕💙

it was the year they won first bb*as award so that gave them the exposure, and no i don't follow them anymore. mixed feelings abt them, very negative feelings abt f*ndom fjdjdjd. i do miss what it used to feel like liking them sometimes. at that time i never thought i'll willingly drop them from my interest (i've stanned zayn since 2012 first him as grp member then solo. sometimes thinking abt it gives me a whiplash hddjks it's been 9 years, really thought it would be same with them too but it didn't happen)

i've had falling in love by yugs and in to you by jaebs on loop for days djdkdk i really love these two songs and also air by bammie <3 (i'm slow jams kinda person djdjdk :3)

(bam released the most fun album & title this year idc abt others, ribbon is one of the soty) also special mention of look so fine & running through the rain. yes! you do make sense they feel organic & very them.

exactly 😭 it's more believable when they drop stuff out of nowhere like encore 😭😭. the way youngjae posted his letter on twt too ddjjdkssk the announcement & release of encore is such a 'you just had to be there' situation the excitement, nervousness, confusion and everything 😭 sometimes i can't with them. also is the bibi with mark on ost, the same one you mentioned in last ask? the ost is really good <3, it must've been fun to see it happen (if its same bibi).

making a whole ass playlist just for me???? 😭😭😭🥺💗 yza you're so sweet nooooo 💖

and don't worry abt replying late jdjdkdjd i mean it, sometimes my friends text me after weeks and i'm am the same. it's really okay <3. i hope this week is treating you kindly, take care yza - 🪂

p.s ( just saw last post djjej) - it was me who manifested more bunny dino <3 manifesting even more <33

i was on stan twt during my younger years too and it was v fun and memorable to me ngl <3 idk what happened though.. it's evolved to be.. Something Else.. i still see a lot of good people there though 😭 and now that i'm in my Hag Era... idk it's just too fast for me now 😭 it's still my go-to place for updates though nothing can top twitter on that dept

and ms fallin flower.... i feel like everyone was blown away by it (based off of what i see carats when talk about it) and rightly so!! she SERVED. the looks too oh my god. it's another factor i look forward to and enjoy so much when i watch their performances!!

u know what? virgos 😐 indeed KJJKDFJKFDJKFDKJ i want to slander virgos today because it's their season and no one slanders them that often so <3 ABOUT MARK'S VIRGO TEMPER THOUGH... i know i've said i enjoy seeing it sm but whenever i think abt it i cant help but say that.. I Love His Temper <3 he doesn't get pissed off in a scary and douchebag-y way it seems so... contained?? IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE IT he punched an a/c though so that might not be the perfect word to describe him lmaoo <3

THE J TRINITY HFDJFJDJHDF BESTIE UR MIND IS SO!!!!!!!!!!! honestly... maybe it's the acts of service for me <3 JKDFKJFDKJFJKD i think this is just my eldest sister and savior syndrome speaking though kfjkdkjf ALSO OH MY GOD THE WAY U NOTICE THESE THINGS <3 THAT'S SO SEXIE OF U!!! and yes he used to be an infj!! there was an interview that's more recent wherein he mentioned that he's now an enfj though but i cant rmb which interview it's from :/ ALSO MOOD FKJJKGJGKF i dont believe in mbtis too but im just... a little obsessed w it for the fun of it all <3 and the way u described them </3 what if i tear up a little </3 I LOVE CHAN'S LAUGH SO MUCH BUT IM SO SOS O GLAD U BROUGHT UP YUGYEOM'S LAUGH??????????? IT'S NOT TALKED ABT ENOUGH LIKE...... HELLO!!!!!!!!!!! one of my bird moots said he sounded like a schoolboy in choir 😭😭😭😭😭😭

GOD UR TASTE!!!!!!! what if i start falling in l*ve a little :/ what then :/ focus on me was ahead of it's time and people fucking slept on THEM i cannot fucking believe this. this has to be some kind of sick joke 😭 ALSO HAVE U SEEN THE CHOREO FOR SENSES!!!!!!1 INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!!!! holy fuck!!!!!! sorry for the expletives but like.... holy SHIT they did THAT!!!!!!!! ALSO UR SO RIGHT </3 jjp verse 3 when... ALSO did u know i let go of the jjprojects url... thats the worst mistake of my life KDKJDSKJDSJK also agree wholeheartedly <3 i think they're all trying to find their footing this time around as soloists and im so proud of them for that!! i'll stand by my jus2 agenda though bc they're almost in the same company so maybe.. i might have hope left 😭

SO TRUE BESTIE!!! the same principle goes w svt for me as well <3 got7's such a flavorful group musically like... all of them have the capacity to go solo and they're still considered flops.. waht the fuck <3 ALSO OMG FJDKJFKFJD YOU'VE HEARD The Song!!!!!!!! maybe he'll be releasing something along those lines <3 esp now that he's supposedly coming w an album KJSJKDJSK on a similar note.. do u also listen to jamie (the other artist on the song) <3 NOO SHUT UP THIS CANNOT BE FOR REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 i was obsessed w on the rocks too 😭😭😭😭😭😭 IT WAS MY FAVORITE ON THE MIRRORS ALBUM HELLO??????????????????????????? im proposing to u rn

ok now i have to watch all the live vids again JKDSJKSJDKDSKJ ik keep saying 'ur so right', 'i agree', and 'so true bestie' but im gonna have to say this again bc i LOVE LOVE LOVE live sessions sm no matter the artist. i also just am a little partial to live bands in performances like that in general so JDJKKDSJDS

the way you're saying these cute things abt the svteenies.. </3 giving me heartache!!! i'd bully them though i can't coddle them anymore <3

not the fandom JKFDKJFDKJFDKJFKJF ok but i think it's mostly their younger fans tbh. it wasn't this bad before.. i also really liked bts during their debut days. their songs were really good!! i kind of lost interest though and couldn't really get into them although their songs slapped lol. my irls are still into them though so i still hear about them. 9 YEARS............................... wait oh my god it HAS BEEN a little over a decade since 1d was The Thing huh 😭 now i feel kinda old lmao. and i totally get that feeling </3 it really do be like that sometimes JKFDJKJKFD

you really ARE keeping up w the sevens oh my god how are you doing it!!!!!!!!!!! it's like getting svt content now at this point but more complicated bc u need to get the updates from different sources JDKJSDKJJSKD love ur song choices too <3

ALSO FULLY RELATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! when i saw bam's teasers... the aes was my cup of tea and THE HIGHLIGHT MEDLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can't fucking get it out of my mind it's objectively one of the best things i've seen from kpop in 2021. i'm super impressed <3 love how abyss really supported bambam on this. they really went all in for him!!

I KNOW GKJDFJDK I GOT SUPER ???????/// DURING THE TIME EVERYONE THOUGHT THEY WERE DISBANDING LMAOOOO they pulled a move that's so unheard of though no one really expected That. i respect jaebeom so much for handling all the paperwork and shit behind the scenes it must've been HELL!! ALSO IT MEANT I CRIED FOR NOTHING THEN 😭😭😭 AND YES OH MY GOD IT'S THE SAME BIBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SHOCK I HAD WHEN I SAW THE LIST????????????????????????? thought i was gonna black out like,,, mark,,, AND BIBI??????????????? she's fucking phenomenal how is she just a YEAR older than me.. INSANE!!! ... and i also thought jackson was gonna have an ost for this movie.. idk why it wasn't released though i didnt look into it :/

i had a rough few days so i'm not yet finished with the playlist (my laptop's Dead i am still trying to revive her and uni's starting soon 😭) but for the mean time, here's another one that some people from caratblr previously asked for JDSJKSDJ these are mostly english songs though its not my k-playlist KJDSKJSDJK

i do hope this week gets better!!! and i hope that you'll have a fun one too <3 thank u for being so patient w me 🥺 i just get so many messages and find the need to recharge FDKJDFJK

ALSO I FELT LIKE IT WAS U!!!!!! OH MY GOD, i even searched my blog for the word manifest but for some reason your ask didn't come up in the search so i didnt mention u in the tags so i wont misattribute if it ends up not being u 😭 thank u for manifesting this chan for me he's my little... hop hop now ig... 😭

[beatrice-reden-official]

Ga-men (or G-man, or Mr. Coolatta) is a surprisingly caring man. He loves his two kids Tommy and Benrey (he does have a bit of a rocky relationship with Benrey) and tends to just. Adopt kids if he feels they need a parent. He has an odd sense of humor and can have very little patience for people. He levitates things when stressed. He is a horrible cook. He gets along with the multitudes of other G-men. He uses he/him, she/her, they/them, and it/its pronouns.

OOOOH THANKS FOR THE INFORMATION, i will make sure to write all of this down!

[comfy-whumpee]

Again

Bibi had specific shops for specific products. Daveed was still getting used to the tour, and the way everyone had started greeting him, recognising him as Asha’s charge. They asked how she was doing, how he was doing, how about her grandson, was he back yet? Could she ring them tomorrow night about the sewing machine they’d borrowed? Would she be able to come to the birthday party?

 It was strange. It was nice. They all smiled and trusted because he came with her seal of approval, and they helped him pack the shopping bags and asked whether he was eating properly or whether he wanted a haircut, cheap, just at their son’s place around the corner, you must have seen it...

 It was a community. Daveed, in his too-baggy, too-short jumper, shopping bags on both shoulders, was welcomed into it simply because he had a scrap of paper in his hand written by everyone’s favourite grandmother.

 None of them touched him. That was something he dwelt on, that he thought Bibi must have spread around before he started doing the weekly shop for her. They all knew already that he didn’t want to be surprised with touch.

 And so, when a hand settled on his shoulder as he was waiting at a crossing, he didn’t immediately collapse. He turned, instead.

 “Don’t kneel,” the Teacher said, smiling genially, right behind him with his hand still raised. “Cross the road.”

Daveed stopped breathing. The hand on his shoulder let go, and he sucked in air, and walked across the street on numb legs. The Teacher followed, and the hand settled on his elbow as soon as they reached the other side. Then he was turned into a side street, taken away from the bustle of the shops, around another corner to a small green on the edge of a suburban crossroads.

 The Teacher sat down on a bench, and Daveed followed the hand gesturing for him to do the same.

 “You look so different these days,” the Teacher said quietly. Daveed was still taller, but the Teacher’s presence loomed. He stared straight forwards and wondered if anyone would search for him when he was gone.

 “I’ve been looking for you. You ran away.” The voice was disappointed, chastising, the kind that would always be used to gently lean on 326’s compliance.

 Daveed pulled in a breath. He didn’t let go of the shopping bag, even though he knew he wouldn’t run. Not from the Teacher.

 “It’s my fault, really,” the Teacher sighs. “I should never have sold you. You were always mine, weren’t you, 326?”

 Daveed sank. In his place rose an old, old self. It had only been through effort that his genuine self had been staying afloat, after all.

 “Weren’t you?” the Teacher prompted.

 326 exhaled. “Yes, sir.”

 “Mhm, that’s right.” The Teacher leaned back against the bench, smiling broadly. “I’m amazed you cut your hair. That must have taken guts.”

 “No, sir.” 326 didn’t have courage like that. It was – it was a spur of the moment decision. Cowardice, rather than be faced with a real hairdresser.

 My son, it’s his passion, owning his business, really they’re very good--

 “Do you still work?”

 326 felt nothing. No shame, no fear, and he had nothing to hide. “Yes, sir.”

 “That’s good. It’s all you have, really, isn’t it? Your chores. Your worth is your work, you remember that well enough. From what the others said about you, at Alice Landon’s trial, you were her perfect butler, weren’t you?”

 “No, sir. Never perfect.”

 The Teacher laughed. It was a dizzying sound. “I should have known. Yes, she’s a stern one. How was your place after that?”

 “...Much the same, sir. Less...physical work. No physical punishments to be delivered.” Not that it had stopped her putting the duty for the shocks into his hands.

 “And after that?”

 “...That was when I – absconded, sir.”

 “Because of 510, I assume? The poor creature you beat every day?”

 “Yes, sir. He... He is kind.”

 The Teacher laughed again. 326 sat at attention, hands clasped tightly in front of him, looking out over the fields and imagining his own stare in the mirror every morning at Miss Landon’s, straightening his tie.

 “Well, he let you go and live with his grandmother, so I would say naive rather than kind, wouldn’t you?” He nudged 326 with his shoulder. “The terrible Butler, who tortured him day in, day out. What did you do to earn his forgiveness?”

 The question was a bitter reminder. 326 looked out at the low bushes lining the green. Leaves tangled amongst intertwined branches, creating a thick wall of hedge that was no longer distinguishable as individual plants. One monolith woven out of parts all trimmed to look the same.

 Anyone who grew past those limits would be trimmed back.

 “I don’t know, sir,” he answered at last. “Some days I don’t believe I did.”

 “Of course you didn’t,” the Teacher said smartly. “You’d do it all again if you were told.”

 A weight settled on 326’s shoulder. That hand weighed on him throughout his life even in its absence. The ghost of the touch was always with him. This was how the Teacher had attached his reins, and could steer him like a blinkered horse, even now.

 “I don’t mind not being forgiven,” he admitted.

 “You shouldn’t need forgiveness. You did well. You did your job, and obeyed the employer. You did wonderfully, 326.”

 The praise was stale and sickly. 326 swallowed against a dry throat. The Teacher was proud of him. He was still – he thought – he hoped – a special trainee. It didn’t matter how long ago he had ‘graduated’ from training under the Teacher and his people, no. This man’s orders were hardwired into him.

 “How long ago did you find me, sir?”

 He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. He was given it anyway. “Last week. Were you following the statements from your colleagues in the news? They mentioned your role in it. I knew you would never normally do something like that, so who else could I look to blame but 510?” The Teacher sighed, letting go of 326’s shoulder to lean back. “He was always a corruptive influence.”

 Behind them, at the road, there was the sound of a car passing - and then parking.

 A soft, heavy weight drifted down to settle at the bottom of Daveed’s chest.

 “Come along,” the Teacher said, standing. The hand lifted from his shoulder - but it never did, not really.

 “Yes sir.”

He let go of the shopping bags. He stood. He followed the man who had owned him, once, and always will.

[saurusness]

Bibidi-Bobbydi-Bebe

So as I said before, this started off as me converting that cute as heck toddler fro from seasons quite some time ago, but then to make the hairlines all perfect and all that I kinda did a frankenmesh thing and long story short it ended up being a lot more work than I had anticipated lol, BUT personally I’m really happy with the end result(s) and I hope you’ll enjoy these too! ^^

Bibi is the “regular size” with the flower

Bobby is the deflowerd one, and works for both m and f frames!*

Bebe is the extra pouffy one!

See 360 views under cut for all!

Comes with a flower accessory overlay (found in head accessories, same as all my other ones). Accessory overlay works for both regular and deflowered versions ^^ 35 swatches!

Each hair has all 18 EA swatches, all lods, proper tags, disabled for random, shadows, bumps and speculars - everything you need!

All of them are also hat compatible and BGC of course ^^

Everything I make is fully tested but please don’t hesitate to let me know if you run into issues, I want to know! Please don’t reupload somewhere/put behind paywalls, timers or adf*y etc, just don’t monetise my hard work, thank youuu. Always feel free to tag me in your screens, it happies me to see them ^^

Download: Simfileshare // Donate ♥ //Mirror

*To make the Bibi and Bebe hairs also fully unisex like Bobby with no funny business around the face verts etc I would have to alter the meshes, so right now that’s not the case, but maybe in the future if I feel like it/if it’s something people would really really wish for? No promises tho hehe

[lunapaper]

Album Review: ‘Oasis Nocturno’ - TOKiMONSTA

TOKiMONSTA simply defies genre.

From pop to hip hop to house to funk and RnB, her luxurious, sometimes kinetic beats can inhabit any mould. Melodies are carefully crafted like works of art, able to colour her moods with a wonderful amount of depth.

On her latest album, the night holds the key, with producer Jennifer Lee describing Oasis Nocturno as ‘a journey from dusk to dawn- following the evolving moods and feelings of the night.’ And though a lot more introspective in nature, it’s no less intriguing than 2017’s Lune Rouge, which was recorded not long after Lee’s recovery from the rare brain disease Moyamoya.

Dedicated to ‘multifaceted love,’ ‘Love That Never’ is a jangling earthsong that evokes incredible majesty across its vast, sprawling landscape. Standout single ‘One Day’ is also a dreamy mix of earth and atmosphere, with hypnotic twinkles scattered across chugging tribal beats as Bibi Bourelly and Chicago-based artist Jean Deaux connect with Lee to create a holy trinity of self-love and wisdom for every ‘young girl with a big heart.’ 

‘Get Me Some’ (ft. Drew Love and Dumbfoundead) reimagines the sleek, lascivious groove of Pharrell/N.E.R.D. with jazzy lounge pop finesse and club synths, a vibe that carries over onto the remix-ready ‘Renter’s Anthem,’ transporting you all the way back to the early 90s.

The heady, irresistible ‘House of Dal’ casts its lowkey Bollywood romance amidst a steady whirlwind of pulsing bass and flickering beats, ‘Phases’ (ft. Sunni Colon) pairing a space-age salsa beat with romantic confusion, while ‘Fried For The Night’ (ft. EARTHGANG) gets ‘turnt’ up with Eastern-inspired rhythms intertwined with dynamic trap pop, helping to lift the Atlanta duo’s spitfire delivery to even greater heights.

‘To be Remote,’ however, mirrors the anxieties felt while lost in the wilderness, its melancholic piano becoming entangled in fuzzy reverb and a thudding backbeat. The sparse, sombre finale ‘For My Eternal, Oh Dream My Treasure’ also hints at fear and uncertainty, letting its dark clockwork tremors and nostalgic music box tone echo off into the distance, in stark contrast to the album’s more bouncier tracks but incredibly poignant in light of Lee’s previous health battles. 

As a whole Oasis Nocturno is insular and quite restrained, which can result in a bit of mood whiplash. Lee is also at risk of being upstaged by her own collaborators at times.

But while it might not prove as memorable as Lune Rouge, TOKiMONSTA’s fourth album is still a great reminder of why she’s such an accomplished beatmaker in the first place. So immersive, it’s the very definition of a mood. Just like a warm oasis, it’s pretty chill; a beautiful retreat even…

- Bianca B.

[i12bent]

Ingmar Bergman, Swedish film maestro, was born July 14, 1918 (d. 2007). Here is a still from one of his 1957 masterpieces, Wild Strawberries, where the old protagonist played by Victor Sjöström is forced to look into the mirror of his past and present to settle with his impending death. The mirror is mercilessly held up by Bibi Andersson who plays the double role of the love of his youth and a hitchhiker he meets on the road...

[ourlittlejewel]

{ starter for @canaryavalon‘s john !!! }

  it's well past midnight by now and if there's one song bijou will never, ever, hear the same again, it's madonna's holiday. holiday—her soundtrack for the past four hours, not including the countless times she's had to rewind madonna's live tour footage the previous day. 

since her brief encounter with one of the pop star's scouts just last week, the entire ordeal has already seared a rather large hole through her wallet. from renting out the studio space in west london ( the most affordable one, nestled between a recording studio and a record store ), to buying the aforementioned singer's entire discography, to gifting herself one of the latest models of the CD player that won't skip with the slightest quake of the floor. in an effort to balance the expenses, she's had to pick up extra hours at the cat's meow. real late shifts. weekends. never in her life had she felt this strongly that there weren't enough hours in a day while simultaneously feeling like her bed just couldn't come fast enough.

you can bet your arse she's already shared a joke with the disheveled bibi in the mirror about how she looked like she could use a holiday, made herself laugh, only to have her amusement quickly fester into guilt and then shame. shame on her, for uttering such ungrateful words! she had no idea that it would only get much, much worse from here on out. this moment was as easy as it'd ever be.

while she's moving her body to that up beat rhythm, her expression no longer harbours that same enthusiasm it may have held at the beginning of her session. at this point, both her face and her legs hurt, displaying an incredible shade of red on each knee. and though the full extent of the pain hasn't settled in yet, they'll surely bruise by morning. but don’t worry—it’s nothing she can’t handle! that cold, metal pole can be quite unforgiving.

breathless and pink in the cheeks, she rolls her head back and cradles it forward to follow the line of her collar bones. once her head returns straight, her eyes meet those of a tall, dark stranger peering through the window of the studio. almost as if perfectly staged, the rubber elastic confining that unruly mane atop her head tears, dark locks tumbling down and fanning over her shoulders. she'll simply turn away from his gaze, a bit posh in her gesture of raising a haughty chin and pulling a black scrunchie over her thin wrist by the bite of her teeth. our bijou is all too familiar with having eyes on her. she knows that if she ignores the man long enough, he'll either leave or devise a plan to kill her. she relies on her good faith and runs through the routine one more time. in the back of her mind, she'll wonder if he's been around long enough to have seen her fall.

once the song fades to a close, it does not start back up again. everything comes to an abrupt end—the bass shaking the building's walls and his sight of her. what he doesn't see, is the dancer crouching over her duffel bag in search of her pocket knife—a sweet little gift given to her by a co-worker. out there—outside of these walls, ain't nobody gonna protect you, jewel. you're gonna need to defend yourself.

she yanks the knot from her tank top so that it unfurls and covers her tummy, adjusting the hem of her white cotton shorts so as to hide away more skin. behind the small of her back is the knife, blade flicked out and ready to lunge. the chances of her garnering enough courage to actually stick that thing in someone's skin? slim. super slim. impossibly slim. but if she has to...

she'll approach the door, and it isn't until now that she notices just how much pain she's in, finding it difficult to do so much as to simply stand there. she shifts the weight off her right foot, thumb switching the door from locked to unlocked and opening it juuust a crack. cold air rushes into the warm little studio, causing her to rise on sore toes in a shiver.

and now, in the most non-threatening voice known to man, she'll call out,

“ you have been watching me . . . ”

her accent carries her words quite softly ( though a noble attempt to be stern was made ), eyes all serious. if she doesn't appear dangerous, the least she can do is look as though she could put a curse on your entire family.

[itzmemel]

Scarlet Shoes

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*~Font i used~* Saginaw

Let Us Start!

Open up the template in psp, then hit SHIFT+ D to duplicate and close the original.. Then you delete the © on the template and delete the text and text fill layers as well. and at last delete square 3, square fill 3, square 2, square fill 2 and square 1 then you should only have the layers left that we are going to use... Now move down to the layer called "rectangle 1" and view only that one choose your magic wand tool and press right outside the rectangle, then open up "papers 5" and paste as a new layer make sure you go the right settings then press CTRL + X Now you should have filled the rectangle with the paper. now you go to Effects - Plugins - VanDerLee - Unplugged X vs.2 - Interlace With these settings: 1 - 50 - 50 - 1 - 0 - 50 Transparency - 0 Normal Then you go to the  layer called " rectangle" and choose your magic want tool again and press right outside the rectangle.add a new raster layer and flood fill with color of choice i used white. Open up the close up of the tube you want to use, resize and paste it as a new layer then use your moving tool to put inside the "rectangle" Duplicate the close up layer and close off the duplicated one. the go to Adjust - Blur - Gaussian Blur - Radius 3,0 And then go to Properties - Luminance Legacy Now go to the duplicated close up layer and choose properties With these settings: Properties - Screen Opacity: 85 Open element 19 "the light pink glass heart" Resize to 50% mark the "rectangle 1" layer and paste the heart on the middle of  side of the corner duplicate and mirror, Then you open element 13 "the bee mine heart"resize and paste it in top of the glass hearts. Now we are almost done (^^,) Mark the last heart layers and use eyecandy 4000 - Gradient glow With these settings: Glow Width:  5.00 Soft Corners: 25 Overall Opacity: 100 Now take your tube of choice and place it were you want it and add© and name and word art of choice to it Open up your "saginaw" font or font of choice and write"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" or whatever you like to write I hope you enjoyed my tutorial!(This is a old tutorial so items may not be available for download)Used for inspiration.