#the perfect climax for the movie

[jin-zixun]

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So... It's the MacArthur Park scene. Just straight up... Do I really need a whole post for that? Not really.

I could say something about it, but what can I really say? Beautiful, beautiful song, really implies a depth of emotion that Beetlejuice has for Lydia that you aren't going to get from his dialogue alone, because that's not the sort of guy he is.

The somewhat cryptic "I love a good dream sequence" line as he and Lydia twirl into the air? Which, by the way, stunning visual, perfect couple. Perfect almost-wedding. Yes, it's fascinating, yes I think there's a downright spoken invitation for theory-crafting.

The bts interviews about like how Lydia secretly wants to marry Beetlejuice, and how that seems at odds with her in-universe reaction? The second wedding being a much deeper, emotional, romantic mirror of the first?

That when Lydia sends Beetlejuice away, she seems more at peace with how easily he goes than anything else? That she has that control over him, and ultimately over her life, and this is the proof of that she needs?

That Beetlejuice singing (or 'singing' I guess) about 'I will take my life into my hands' seems like a message directly for Lydia, in more ways than one. After all, he's not actually the one with a life to continue living.

That Lydia will still be thinking of him and wondering why? And that maybe she'll decide she doesn't want that to be the way her story ends? Maybe next time the wedding will stick?

Yeah, I guess I could mention those things. idk, I'll think about it.

[gucciwins]

safe haven is the perfect fourth of july film

[wikipediadogdotnet]

anyway Akira 1988 was fucking crazy. what do I do w my life now. weirdest part of it was i couldn't predict half the stuff that was about to happen- the blue kids, the baby toys, the lasers, the wires & goop, literally everything that happened to Kaori ?? kind of movie that makes you reach out for the characters as if that would save them and makes every death feel so shocking and unfair and undeserved y'know . maybe its just bc nearly all of the cast are kids or bc everyone seems so ordinary, or the time spent on the bg characters just really efficiently shows they're people too? IDK

[thenineofus]

Last night rewatching The Crow (1994) I was haunted by thoughts of a remake. I mean I still think no one ever should remake such a lightning in a bottle perfect film. But, if you gun to the head absolutely had to, I think the obvious way to approach this would be to make a version where Shelly Webster is the protagonist. You don't have to change almost anything, just make it so that Shelly is the one brought back from the dead to take revenge instead of Eric, and at least it would be an interesting approach to the source material (and also I wanna see a strong muscled, goth, Asian woman taking revenge, can you blame me). Anyway stream The Crow (1994)

[thelegendofmrrager]

Ermm I don't want to brag but I just made a mashup of What's Up Danger and On Your Way (Miles's theme) in Audacity that's actually listenable

[bisexuel]

ok well generations sucked. first movie so far where i’ve been like ok i’m ignoring all htat

[camila-tyrell]

I loved the aesthetic of this movie, but it was not one of my favorites. I liked how it depicted the ways in which Priscilla was let down by the adults in her life who fell for Elvis' charm and prestige. I also love how much it emphasized how young and easily manipulated and gaslighted she was by Elvis and his friends who were much older than her and how isolated she became, which only made her more stuck in his world. I just wish it had shown us more of who she was apart from him too, the entire movie was just her blindly in love and blindly following him like a little pretty puppet with no personality or wishes of her own, and their evolving abusive relationship, only in the last few minutes did the movie give us a few seconds of her personality (showing her original hair color). They time skipped through her entire growth though, only show us the final moment when she finally decides to leave him, which feels out of place and underwhelming because we never see her grow smarter or see his grip on her weakening. Like when did she stop dying her hair black for him? When did she grow annoyed by him? When did she come to be able to resist his manipulative words? We don't know. We just see the final result after the time skip. So the whole movie just ended up feeling like it revolved around Elvis' hold on her, which I understand was important and necessary to show as he was a major part of her life, but I kept waiting for it to revolve around Priscilla at some point too, who she was, what she wanted, what she liked, who she grew into and it just felt like that moment never really came, or was at best a passing flash. I came out of that movie, still having no idea who Priscilla is/was, apart from Elvis' "little wife", Elvis' victim, Elvis' ex-wife. So idk how I feel about the film, on one hand if you want to see Elvis' twisted hold on his wife, it's a good film, but if you want to see who Priscilla was, the film will probably leave you as frustrated as it left me. She feels like his little mindless puppet from beginning to almost end, and then at the very end suddenly she is free from his strings...but you are not sure why or how she got free, other than she supposedly at some point, you don't get to see, grew tired of him and committed enough to leave. Oh, well. I do love the aesthetic though.

PRISCILLA (2023) dir. Sofia Coppola

[svtiddiess]

Suppressed Desires

Synopsis: Jeonghan is your first everything—your first kiss, your first date, your first boyfriend—and now, you want him to be your first in every way. But every time you try to take things further, he seems to pull away. Doubts creep in, making you wonder if he doesn’t find you attractive. But he’s quick to show you that’s not the case.

Pairing: Jeonghan x virgin!afab!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationship

Rating: mature

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: smut, penetrative sex, protected sex (we cheered!), corruption kink, body worship, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, mentions of insecurities, aftercare, lemme know if I missed anything!

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The sound of the TV is muffled, forgotten in the background. The feeling of Jeonghan's lips against yours is the only thing you can focus on at the moment. They feel so soft, so warm, and so perfect. You get lost in the way they moulded against yours. You're draped across his lap, his hands keeping you steady. You thread your fingers through his short brown hair, giving it a gentle tug that draws a groan from his lips.

You want more. You crave more. You want to feel him all over you, inside you. You hear his breath hitch as you slowly start to grind your hips against his. He suddenly pulls away, his hands stopping you from moving. You look down at him, confused.

“We should get back to the movie; we wouldn’t want to miss the climax,” he says softly, a gentle smile on his lips.

You furrow your brows, pouting. Jeonghan always does this—every time things start to get more intimate, he somehow stops it. Something suddenly comes up, he brushes off the moment, or he simply leaves the room. You have no idea why he does this, but you don’t have the heart to ask. Suppressing a sigh, you nod and slide off his lap, reluctantly settling back to watch a movie you don’t really care about.

Opening your front door, you practically jump into Jeonghan's arms; it's been almost two weeks since you last saw him due to his busy schedule. He chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, snuggling his nose into your hair and inhaling your scent.

"I missed you so much bubs," he sighs.

"Missed you more," you mumble into his chest.

He gives you a gentle squeeze before cupping your face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. His lips find yours, and you melt into the kiss. You’ve missed him so much, his presence, his scent, his warmth, and the feeling of his lips on yours.

You wanted to feel more of him, you needed more of him. You press up against him and tilt your head to deepen the kiss. He groans, and his hands roam down to your ass, squeezing them and eliciting a moan from you.

"H-Hannie," you whimper.

He suddenly pauses, pulling his lips away from yours. You look up at him, confused, wondering if you did something wrong.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, brow furrowed.

“Sorry, bubs. I’m just tired. How about we take a nap together?” he murmurs, gently caressing your face.

Biting your lip, you reluctantly nod. He kisses the top of your head and leads you to the bedroom.

Lying in his arms, you pout as thoughts race through your mind. Did you do something wrong? Did you make him uncomfortable? You shift carefully, not wanting to wake Jeonghan, who’s softly snoring beside you.

Jeonghan is your very first boyfriend. You’d never really pictured yourself in a relationship, content with being single and even imagining you’d stay that way. But then Jeonghan came into your life, and everything changed.

He just feels so… perfect. Like you’re meant to be. He treats you with such tenderness, caring for you like a delicate flower. He’s your first in so many ways—first boyfriend, first date, first kiss. You want him to be your first time, too. But every time you try to take things further, he suddenly pulls away.

Does he not feel that way about you? Does he not see you as sexy and desirable? Maybe he’s only with you out of pity. Maybe he doesn’t truly love you and feels obligated to stay. As these thoughts swirl, a few tears slip down your cheeks.

Friday night—one of your favourite nights, marking the end of the workweek and the start of the weekend. Even better, Jeonghan’s schedule ended early, so he decided to spend the evening with you.

You’re cooking dinner for both of you while Jeonghan clings to you from behind, occasionally planting kisses on your neck, making you giggle.

“Jeonghan, I won’t be able to finish dinner if you keep distracting me like this,” you laugh as he starts to sway with you.

“But you’re so cute and cuddly,” he whines.

“You can cuddle me all you want after I finish dinner.”

You can’t see him, but you can definitely feel him pout as he stops swaying and loosens his grip. You chuckle, shaking your head, heart swelling at his playful antics.

Dinner was filled with the usual, compliments, catching up, laughter, and, of course, a bit of teasing. After cleaning up, you both decide to settle in for a movie night. Cuddled up on the couch, you put on one of your favourite movies, Iron Man (definitely not because you have a crush on Tony Stark). The lights are off, and the only thing illuminating the room is the soft glow from the TV.

The TV’s light highlights Jeonghan’s features, making him look even more handsome, and you can’t help but admire him. Jeonghan notices you watching him and turns with a smile.

“Am I really that handsome that I managed to distract you from the Tony Stark?” he chuckles.

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes, snuggling into the crook of his neck, which makes him laugh softly.

“You’re so cute,” he murmurs, rubbing your back gently.

You playfully bite his neck, making him let out a small yelp as he pulls back, wide-eyed. You burst into laughter at his shocked expression.

“Oh, you little—” he growls, grabbing you and starting to tickle you, making you squeal and try to push him away.

But he doesn’t relent, pinning you down on the couch and using his body to hold you in place. His hands tickle your sides, and you laugh uncontrollably, struggling to catch your breath.

"I yield! I yield!" You yell out, writhing under him.

He lets out a laugh, grabs your hands, and pins them to the couch above your head. The both of you catch your breath as you stare at each other. He looks ethereal, his hair is messy but it frames his face perfectly, his cheeks are flushed from laughing, and his eyes have a sparkle to them which you can get lost in.

A beat passes and Jeonghan blinks.

"S-Sorry," he mumbles and gets off you, you can't help but frown.

You sit up and bite your bottom lip.

“Jeonghan…do you…not find me attractive?” You whisper, tears pricking your eyes.

“What?” His head snaps toward you, his expression bewildered.

“Every time I try to initiate something more, you just…push me away,” you sniffle, frowning. “Do you not find me attractive? Are you only with me out of obligation? You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. I…I’d understand if you did.”

You feel the air grow still as Jeonghan blinks at you, his expression bewildered. After a few beats, his gaze shifts—his eyes darken, and a slow smirk spreads across his face.

"I don’t find you attractive?" he mutters with a low chuckle, shaking his head.

His eyes lock onto yours with an intense, dark look that sends a shiver up your spine.

"I don’t find you attractive?" he repeats, louder this time, his tone laced with offence.

With a growl, he grabs your face and kisses you roughly, his lips devouring yours. You let out a small squeak, not expecting this behaviour from your usually sweet and caring boyfriend.

Noticing your hesitance, he pulls back. His thumb gently caresses your cheek, as he looks at you with longing and lust.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me Y/N?" he whispers against your lips. "Do you have any idea how much you drive me insane? Hm?"

He leans back and takes your hand, guiding it to rest over his bulge; you gasp, he's rock solid.

"Jeonghan…?" You whisper, your heart lurching in your chest.

“Do you want me to show you? Show you just how much I’ve been holding back?” He asks, breath ragged.

You lick your lips as you look at his bulge straining against his pants. Your eyes slowly travel over his breathless figure before meeting his gaze, and you nod.

His lips immediately latch onto yours, his movements rough and aggressive. You submit to him, letting him take complete control. His hand rests at the back of your head, gently guiding you. He tilts his head and prods his tongue against your lips. You open your mouth, giving him full access.

He starts sucking on your tongue, making you moan against him. The kiss is messy and intense, his tongue clashing against yours hungrily. You can't help but whimper, relishing the feeling taking over your body.

Needing air, you both pull apart, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You look at Jeonghan—his pupils are blown wide with lust, lips swollen and shiny from kissing, cheeks flushed as he pants. You can imagine you’re in a similar state.

"You taste like sweet innocence," he murmurs, caressing your cheek. "And I've imagined countless times tainting your innocence with my sin."

Your breath hitches at his words.

"Please taint me with your sin Jeonghan," you mewl.

"Whatever you wish, my sweet," he growls with a smirk.

With a final peck on your lips, he leads you to the bedroom. Your heart races in your chest, a mix of nerves and excitement about what’s to come.

Once you’re sitting on the bed, a wave of anxiety hits you. You’ve imagined this moment countless times, but now that it’s actually happening, you suddenly feel nervous. What if once you're undressed, he doesn’t find you attractive? What if you mess up? What if he’s not satisfied?

Noticing your distracted thoughts, Jeonghan cups your cheek and looks at you with concern.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks gently, his eyebrows furrowing in worry. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. You don't have to force yourself bubs."

"No, no! I want this!" You protest, shaking your head.

"It's just…what if once I'm naked, you don't find me attractive anymore?" You whisper, unable to meet his gaze as tears well up in your eyes.

His expression hardens at your words. Gently, he guides you onto your back as he crawls on top of you.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've seen in my entire life," he murmurs, placing kisses along your jaw.

He starts to slowly undress you, placing kisses on every exposed inch. He whispers sweet nothings into your skin, making you shiver under him. Any thoughts of insecurity fade away as Jeonghan continues to worship your body.

After you're fully undressed, he stares at you, mesmerised by your beauty. He bites his lip, his eyes tracing your figure as if he’s trying to memorise every inch of you.

"Not even the beauty of the goddess of love can compare to you," he exhales in a daze, and your cheeks flush at his words.

"I can't believe you thought I wasn't attracted to you," he scoffs with a playful grin.

He leans down and captures your lips into a deep kiss, one you return with equal fervour. Your hands weave into his hair, drawing him closer to you.

"I need to taste you, will you let me taste you, bubs?" He breathlessly mumbles against your lips.

You blush at his words, your heart skipping a beat, but you nod shyly.

He slowly starts trailing kisses down to your dripping core and your body shivers due to the cold and anticipation.

"So beautiful," he whispers before licking a long stripe up your cunt.

You gasp and whimper at the new sensation, legs reflexively closing.

"Ah, ah, keep them open for me bubs," he teases as he pulls apart your legs.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as your glistening core is fully displayed for him. He dives in, tongue prodding against your entrance. You moan and whimper at the sensation, hands flying to thread in his hair.

"Fuck, you taste better than I ever imagined," he groans against you, sending vibrations of pleasure through you.

You shut your eyes as the euphoric feeling of his tongue inside you takes over you. You've never felt such sensations before, and now that you have, you never want it to stop. You unintentionally buck your hips against him, he grunts and holds your hips down, preventing you from moving.

Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure as his tongue continues to push against the deepest part of you, lapping up all your juices. You couldn't help but moan his name out loud, which only egged him on further. He was eating you out like a starved man.

He shifts to suck on your clit, and you scream in pleasure. The euphoria becomes overwhelming, sending a tingly sensation through your whole body. A knot forms in your lower abdomen, and your breath catches, unsure of the sensation.

"H-Hannie! I think I-I'm," your voice is shaky and you're barely able to get the words out.

"Cum for me bubs, cum all over my tongue," He murmurs before returning to suck on the sensitive spot.

At his words, the knot snaps, and you feel an overwhelming wave of pleasure wash over you. Your vision goes white, and it feels like your head is underwater. Jeonghan continues to lap up your juices, working you through your orgasm. He stops once he hears you whine.

He sits up and your breath catches at the sight of him. His hair is messy, his chin is coated in your arousal, his eyes are blown out with lust, and a smirk is plastered on his face.

"How did that feel bubs?" He asks, his hands running up and down your hips.

"Feel so good Hannie," you whisper, still panting from your high.

"Wanna taste yourself? Wanna see how sweet you taste?" He grins.

You bite your lip and nod, he leans down and kisses you messily letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your face scrunches up in disgust at the taste, and you hear Jeonghan chuckle into the kiss.

"What's wrong bub? Don't like the taste?" He teases.

"I don’t understand how you like it," you say, scrunching your nose in distaste.

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted, I can't get enough of you," he purrs, making you blush.

Jeonghan leans back and groans at the sight of you—you look so perfect beneath him. Your hair is splayed out over the pillow, eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing, and your chest rising and falling with each breath. He wants to capture this moment in his memory forever.

Grinding your hips against him, you whine and pout, drawing a chuckle out of Jeonghan.

"Want me to fuck you, bubs? Fill you up with my cock?" He purrs with a smirk.

Your face warms at his words, and you cover it with your hands, nodding shyly. Jeonghan chuckles at your cuteness.

"I want to hear you say it, or else I'm not giving it to you," he says in a cheeky tone.

You let out a whine and huff, and Jeonghan laughs at your frustration.

"You're not getting my cock until you ask for it, bubs," he gives you that familiar grin, the one he always has when he’s teasing you. His thumb starts drawing circles on your hips and you squirm in place.

"I-I want your cock, Hannie," you mumble through your hands, your voice barely over a whisper.

"Hm? What was that, bubs? I couldn't hear you," he teases, his hands slowly trailing lower.

You thrash in place, letting out a whine, and he chuckles at your antics. His hand shifts to your inner thighs, drawing circles near your sensitive bud.

"Hannie, please! I need your cock so bad!" You yell out in frustration.

"Fuck, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for that," he groans.

He shifts off the bed and takes a condom out of his wallet before discarding his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You look at him in confusion as he pulls out the foil packet.

"Why do you have a condom in your wallet?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"You never know when an opportunity like this might come along—I always have to be prepared, bubs," he winks.

He slowly removed his boxers, and you choke back a gasp at the sight of his cock. He was so thick and long; you had an idea of how big he might be when you touched him earlier, but seeing it in person leaves your mouth feeling dry. How was that supposed to fit inside you?

"Don't worry bubs, I'll go slow. You can tell me to stop anytime and I will," he reassures you, sensing your worry.

You lick your lips and nod; he gives you a gentle smile, then wraps the condom over his cock. He shifts to move over you, lining his cock with your entrance. You gaze into his eyes, momentarily lost in their depths. He looks at you as if you’re the only thing in the entire universe. The tips of your noses touch, and his hand gently caresses your cheek.

"I'm going to taint you and claim you as mine," he growls as he slowly enters you.

Your breath hitches, and your body tenses as he slowly enters you, he slots his lips against yours as a way to distract you from the uncomfortable feeling.

"Relax for me bubs," he groans against your lips before connecting them again.

You try your best to relax your body, eyebrows furrowing and slightly wincing at the intrusion. You're grateful that Jeonghan is distracting you from the burn. He lets out a moan once he's fully inside you.

"Let me know when I can move," he strains next to your ear.

You can see he's struggling to restrain himself by the way his body tenses and his muscles twitch. You take a few deep breaths and then nod; he slowly begins to thrust his hips, letting out soft groans.

"F-Fuck, you're perfect," he moans, eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to control himself; you feel so good wrapped around him.

The uncomfortable feeling soon morphs into pleasure, you grab onto his shoulders and moan out his name. Soon, euphoria floods through you, and you squeeze your eyes shut as the intense sensation sweeps over you.

"Look at me bubs, look at me as I'm ruining you," he grunts as his hips rhythmically continue to thrust into you.

You force your eyes open and look at him, and Jeonghan almost cums right then and there. You look like an angel, with that fucked out expression—an angel he plans to keep for himself for the rest of his life. This is a million times better than what he has imagined those countless times he would jerk off to you.

"S-Shit, I can't hold back anymore," he rasps, and he starts drilling into you, his pace inhuman.

You yell out his name and dig your fingernails into his shoulders, eliciting a hiss from him.

"Need to make you cum bubs, can you do that? Can you cum for me again?" he hums.

Whimpering, you nod, already feeling a knot forming. His hand sneaks down your body and rubs your clit with expert precision, you moan feeling your body quake with pleasure.

"Cum for me bubs, cream all over my cock," he growls, and at his words, the knot snaps, and you cum hard, waves of pleasure washing over you.

He cums soon after, filling up the condom with his seed. The two of you take a moment to catch your breath, each exhale coming out in ragged gasps. You take a moment to admire how angelic Jeonghan looks—his face flushed, hair sticking to his forehead from perspiration, his eyes dazed, and the post-orgasm making him glow. You wish this moment could last forever.

He leans down and kisses you tenderly, lovingly, as if you’re a delicate flower that might break—despite his earlier actions being the complete opposite.

"I love you so much, more than you could ever know. The stars in the night sky are just a fraction of how deeply I feel for you. You’re perfect, bubs. Don’t you ever think otherwise," he whispers as he caresses your cheek, his eyes dripping with love.

"Or else I might have to punish you," he smirks, giving you a cheeky wink. You gasp, hitting his shoulder and whining for him not to joke about things like that.

"Who says I'm joking?" he grins before placing a peck on your lips on your pouty lips.

He slowly removes himself, and you wince and whine at the emptiness. He hushes you gently and reassures you that he’s just going to grab a washcloth to clean you up. After disposing of the condom and grabbing a washcloth, he quickly returns and very gently cleans you up, making sure to be extra gentle near your delicate parts.

After cleaning you up and discarding the washcloth, he lies back down beside you and pulls you into his arms. He starts peppering kisses across your face, causing you to giggle.

"I love you, my sweet baby dumpling," he sighs, snuggling his face into your cheek; you roll your eyes and chuckle at the nickname.

"And I love you, my pesky angel," you giggle.

The night unfolds as you drift into each other’s arms, like two puzzle pieces perfectly aligned. To Jeonghan, you mean the world and more, and he never fails to show you just how deeply he feels.

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[brainddeadd]

Five Times Quinn Proposes to His Girlfriend and One Time He Actually Asks

1. The Kitchen Proposal It was a lazy Sunday morning, the kind that begged for pancakes and soft, lingering hugs. Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, illuminating the cheerful chaos of Quinn's cooking attempts. Flour dust settled like a gentle snow, and pancake batter splattered across the counter as he flipped yet another misshapen pancake.

“Okay, but hear me out,” he said, his voice teasing as he turned to face his girlfriend, leaning against the doorframe with a bemused smile. “If you say yes to my next pancake, we can call it a proposal.”

She raised an eyebrow, her laughter bubbling up as she watched him struggle. “What does that even mean?”

Quinn held up the golden pancake like it was a diamond ring, winking. “Will you marry me? Or will you settle for this delicious, slightly burnt masterpiece?”

She rolled her eyes playfully but stepped forward, taking the pancake from his hands with mock seriousness. “Only if you promise to never make pancakes again.”

“Deal!” he declared, his grin wide enough to rival the sun shining outside. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the pancake into the air, but it landed on the floor with a splat.

She burst out laughing, shaking her head. “This is why you’re not allowed in the kitchen without supervision!”

2. The Winter Wonderland Winter had transformed the city into a sparkling wonderland, and Quinn had convinced her to go ice skating. They bundled up in their warmest clothes, scarves wrapped snugly around their necks, and ventured to the nearby outdoor rink.

As they skated hand in hand, Quinn felt a rush of adrenaline. The cold air was refreshing, and the music playing in the background added a festive cheer. Suddenly, he paused, a wild idea striking him. Dropping to one knee on the ice, he raised an imaginary ring, his breath visible in the frosty air.

“Will you marry me?” he shouted, his voice echoing amidst the laughter of other skaters.

She stopped skating, her eyes wide in disbelief, laughter mixing with shock. “Quinn! You can’t propose on ice!”

“I can and I just did!” he replied, the playfulness in his tone infectious.

“Get up before you slip and break your knee!” she urged, trying to suppress her giggles.

“Too late! You have to answer now!” he teased, a gleam in his eye.

“Okay, okay! Yes!” she exclaimed, laughter spilling over as she reached down to help him up.

3. The Concert Surprise When their favorite band announced a surprise show in town, Quinn wasted no time in securing tickets for them. The energy in the air was electric, and they stood close together, the music vibrating through their bodies.

As the band played their favorite song, Quinn leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. “What if I proposed to you right here, right now?”

Her heart raced at the idea, and she pulled back to look into his eyes, excitement and disbelief dancing in her gaze. “In front of everyone?”

“Yeah! Just think of the stories we’d tell,” he replied, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face.

She giggled, shaking her head. “You’re insane!”

“Insanely in love with you!” he shot back, raising an imaginary ring over her head like a crown.

The chorus hit, and the crowd cheered, but all she could hear was Quinn’s laughter echoing in her heart, knowing he’d always find a way to make even the most ordinary moments extraordinary.

4. The Movie Night One rainy evening, they cozied up in their living room, surrounded by snacks and blankets. The perfect movie night atmosphere enveloped them as they settled in for a classic romantic film.

As the credits rolled and the romantic tension peaked, Quinn turned to her with a soft, earnest expression. “So, if I asked you to marry me during the climax of our movie, would you say yes?”

Her laughter filled the room, bright and infectious. “Only if you promise to let me pick the next movie! I’m not sitting through another one of your terrible action flicks.”

“Deal!” he chuckled, pulling her closer as they shared a bowl of popcorn. “But I might just have to keep proposing to you until you agree.”

She shook her head, unable to contain her smile. “Good luck with that!”

And as the rain pattered against the window, they knew their love story would be filled with all sorts of playful, ridiculous moments like this.

5. The Game Day On a particularly exciting game day, Quinn’s adrenaline was running high as the Vancouver Canucks faced off against their biggest rivals. Sitting in the hotel room after the game, he watches her face through the screen.

“You know,” he said, leaning closer to the camera, “if I proposed, it would definitely be the ultimate distraction from the game.”

“Only if you promise to be the star player in our love story,” she replied, a smirk dancing on her lips.

“Absolutely! I’ll score goals and love you forever,” he declared, making a heart with his hands, drawing laughter from her.

She leaned in closer to the phone, whispering, “Then you better hurry up and get me that ring!”

The Real Proposal Finally, on a serene Saturday morning, the sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the bedroom. The world outside was quiet, the only sound being the gentle rustle of sheets as they stirred. Wrapped up in each other’s warmth, Quinn felt a rush of calm wash over him as he watched her sleeping peacefully.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his heart swelling with love. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the one that felt right.

“Hey,” he whispered, gently coaxing her awake. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, revealing that soft smile he loved so much.

“Good morning,” she murmured, snuggling deeper into his embrace, warmth radiating from her.

Quinn took a deep breath, his heart racing. “I know I’ve jokingly proposed a million times, but this one is for real.”

She blinked at him, surprise and curiosity mixing in her gaze, and he felt a rush of nerves.

Reaching for the small velvet box he had hidden under the bed, he knelt beside her, heart pounding in his chest. “Will you marry me?”

As he opened the box, revealing the ring nestled inside, her expression transformed into one of pure joy and disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she gasped, a hand flying to her mouth.

“Quinn! Is this real?” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Absolutely. I want to spend forever with you,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity and love.

“Yes! A thousand times, yes!” she replied, her laughter mixing with happy tears as she threw her arms around him.

With tears of happiness in her eyes, she whispered, “Forever.”

And at 7:23 AM, under the soft covers, they promised each other a lifetime of love, laughter, and all the ridiculous proposals yet to come. The world outside faded away as they wrapped their arms around each other, knowing this was just the beginning of their beautiful journey together.

[rbrownillustration]

I don’t know how to give a spoiler alert on this website but if I can warn you here it is. This is vague enough though it’s not too much??? Maybe????

Anyways, I saw Transformers: One yesterday and have been thinking about it nonstop ever since. It’s beautiful. Almost perfect. Sensational. 10/10 would recommend please go see it if you have any Transformers love in your bones and even if you don’t. It’s just a good story.

As for the spoilery part, don’t read ahead as I talk about this piece if you don’t want some spoilers.

What kills me about this movie is, yes, Orion and D-16’s friendship, but also Bee and Elita coming together as a team as the four of them. Bee particularly, as it would be assumed he is the youngest and the least experienced in their little group and needs them potentially the most.

I would say there’s a direct parallel you could make between Bee and D-16 throughout the movie. As both of them move from blind loyalty in the status quo to having to accept that the system they live in is set up against them and the power that they trusted is false and vile.

D-16 is a fascinating case of losing trust in anyone and anything because of that betrayal. The movie does a fantastic job of justifying (not excusing) the rise of Megatron and truly emphasizes how tragic of a character he really is, beyond just the violent rebel we’ve gotten used to.

Bee on the other hand shifts quickly to lean on the support and trust of his friends (maybe he is more inclined to as they are literally his only option), and to still hold his faith in Primus and the true Primes, ultimately following Optimus.

Anyways, this illustration I whipped up this evening is in the climax of the film when Sentinel Prime has captured much of the High Guard, as well as D-16 and Bee. D pulls the ballsy move of refusing to kneel to the false Prime. They discuss Megatronus Prime for a bit, Sentinel drawing attention to D’s Megatronus decal. Then Sentinel decides that D-16 should always have a reminder of that dead Prime, and brands a crude likeness of Megatronus on his chest with a laser gun.

Above all else I think that this is potentially the final turning point for D-16. This isn’t the point of no return (see end of film when Sentinel gets his due) but I see it as D-16 losing faith completely in both the true Primes of the past (Megatronus), and the false Prime of the present (Sentinel), leading him straight to the point later where he won’t trust his future to anyone but himself. Not even Orion. I wanted to explore this moment visually so while I was at work the composition for this piece slowly started forming in my head and I knew I wanted to bring both D-16 and Bee into the focal point.

[badbtssmut]

So what? | Maknae line

When you see the way your bully’s boyfriend looks at you, the perfect plan of getting revenge on your tormentor comes to mind… Having sex with their hot boyfriend.. they’d never see it coming!

Contains: reader stealing her bully’s bf, reader is lowkey crazy cause she’s having sex with them to take revenge on the bullying lol, cheating, kinda tame sex wise, hotel sex Tae, car sex Jungkook, bedroom sex Jimin, sex from behind, riding, missionary

Admin note: Only smut, use your imagination on how the bully would respond after finding out and any other plot details 🤭

Taehyung

Oh, he was good.

So fucking good.

You were at loss for words as you bounced back against his cock, your ass clapping against his thighs, his cock sliding in and out of you at a fast, steady pace, the bed creaking slightly as he thrusted into you.

The TV was blaring in the background, you had no idea what was on, too lost in pleasure as Taehyung was hitting his cock into the right spots, and it was taking every last bit of willpower in you to keep from screaming his name.

“Feels good, don’t it?” Taehyung chuckled at the sight of you desperately fucking his cock for more. You barely managed to whisper out a ‘yes’ before it was drowned into a series of high pitched moans.

His fingers dug into your waist as he brought your hips back harder against his own, and the way he was thrusting into you had you feeling like the air was being punched out of your lungs.

“Yes, yes…” You cried, nails digging into the sheets below you, as you let out a low whine, your hips bucking back against his.

There was an odd sense of satisfaction knowing you were stealing his girlfriend's man away, especially when that woman had made it her goal to make your life a living hell.

But that bitch didn’t even deserve him, and it was clear that he didn't want her. The way his hands moved to grab your tits, squeezing them in his hands, before they moved lower to rub circles around your clit, the way his hips slammed up into you, the grunts that escaped from his mouth, and how he was desperate to stretch you out with every inch of him, made it clear that he enjoyed the way you felt against him.

Taehyung’s hand snaked towards your throat, his fingers wrapping around your throat, as his pace picked up. Taehyung pulled your upperbody against his chest, your back pushed against his bare chest, and a strangled moan escaped your lips, the sensation starting to make you feel light headed.

“I’m close…” Your legs quivered as the tip of his cock repeatedly pressed against your sweet spot. Shit, how was he so great at making you feel this good?

“Yeah? You just can't get enough of this cock, huh? So fucking needy...” His voice was raspy, low, as his fingers tightened around your neck.

He was so damn good, and you felt yourself nearing your climax, with him still pounding into you from behind, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts, and you came, moaning loudly, your orgasm making your body shake, and the sound of your cries were drowned out by the movie that was playing on the TV.

Your hips stuttered, and your vision became hazy as he continued to pound into you, fucking you through your orgasm, and you whimpered at the sensory overload.

Taehyung released his hold around your neck, his fingers loosening, and you dropped your body forward, taking shaky breaths as you laid still for him.

Taehyung let out a string of curses, as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as his own orgasm hit him.

Jungkook

This was so dirty.

Jungkook didn’t want to waste a second longer, and neither did you.

Your skirt was pulled up and your finger hooked into your panties, pulling it to the side, as his cock slid past your wet folds, and your mouth parted as he slid into you with ease, your juices coating his length.

You could see the people walking past the window, but none of them paid any attention to you, and that was what made it even hotter.

Jungkook’s tongue hung over his bottom lip as his eyes fell shut, relishing the way your walls clung around his cock. Your bully’s boyfriend leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, his lips hovering over yours. You let out a sigh of content as he began to rock his hips back and forth, and a moan escaped your lips when he picked up the pace, fucking you at a slow pace.

With your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you thought about that bitch, enjoying the fact that you were fucking her boyfriend in public. It was so fucking dirty, but you were so turned on by the risk, and the fact that she couldn’t do anything to stop you, only made the sex that much better.

“Jungkook…” You whispered. “Kiss me.” You asked of him as your fingers brushed through his hair, and his eyes were glossy, filled with lust, as he closed the distance between the two of you, his lips pressing against yours, his kiss needy, hungry, and your tongues danced together as he continued to pump his cock in and out of you.

You tried to spread your legs as far as you could, but your right leg was blocked by the seat. There wasn’t much room, but you were fully able to spread your left leg, allowing him more access to push his cock in deeper.

You broke the kiss, your brows furrowing together, your mouth open, your breathing growing heavy.

Jungkook smirked at the sight of you coming undone, the way your body was so eager to take in his cock, he couldn’t get enough of you. Jungkook’s hands traveled to yours, your fingers intertwined as he slowed down his pace, stroking the length of his shaft in you slowly, making sure you felt every inch.

"Love that?” Jungkook whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, the knot in your stomach tightening, your body started to feel warm, as your pussy clenched around his cock, and you were getting close, and judging by the way his thrusts were starting to grow sloppy, you could tell he was nearing his climax as well.

You couldn’t believe how fucking hot this was, and you knew this wouldn't be the last time you did this. You couldn’t stop, it felt so good.

Then, out of nowhere, your body shuddered, your pussy clenched, and your walls tightened around his cock.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and you let out a moan as the waves of pleasure coursed through your body, your orgasm hitting you.

And he wasn’t far behind.

His fingers tightened around yours, as he pumped his cock into you, his other hand holding onto the side of your face, his thumb running over your cheek, before his lips crashed into yours, and he came, filling you up.

Jimin

You were getting fucked in their bed.

The bed your bully shared with her boyfriend, and there was something oddly satisfying about the whole situation.

“Tired, baby?” Jimin cooed, his fingers rubbing circles onto your thighs. He was lying on his back, and you were sitting on top of him, your pussy swallowing his cock whole, and the room was filled with the sounds of your whines and the slap of skin on skin.

“Mm, yeah…” You admitted, rolling your hips. “Starting to.” Your voice was low and soft, the exhaustion starting to settle in. Your body was starting to feel tired from the relentless bouncing on his cock. His cock was filling you up so nicely, and you couldn’t get enough.

Jimin pulled himself up, and you giggled as he moved you along with him as he moved back onto the bed, resting his back against the wall.

His hands wrapped around your waist, as he started to bounce you up and down his cock, his cock sliding in and out of you, and the way he was pounding into you had your entire body moving up and down.

“Oh! Oh!” The intense pounding caught you by surprise— you didn’t even have to do anything as he bounced you up and down on his cock, and all you could do was moan and whimper, it was as if you turned into a limp ragdoll, unable to move as the pleasure overtook all of your senses.

Jimin chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement, the way your body was so responsive to his cock, the way you were letting out little whines and gasps, and the way your hands clung to his shoulders, told him that you were loving this just as much as he was.

“Cock’s making you all weak, hm? Bet that feels good doesn’t it babygirl?” He asked, his lips trailing over your neck, leaving kisses along the way.

Your eyes were closed, and your brows were furrowed, the stimulation nearly driving you insane, and the sound of his voice snapped you back into reality.

“I can’t, too big, too good…” You rambled, not even sure of what you were saying anymore. You could feel his smile against the crook of your neck, his lips moving over to the shell of your ear.

“Oh yes you can, you’re doing it right now.” He coaxed.

A low, broken moan escaped from your lips, and you couldn’t help the way your hips started to rock against his desperately— needing more of his cock.

You felt dizzy, everything felt so hot, and the way his cock was hitting you deep inside, you couldn’t take it.

You let out a cry, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm washed over you, Jimin groaned as he felt your muscles tighten around his cock, the sensation sending him over the edge, his cock twitching as he filled you up.

The room fell silent, save for the two of you catching your breath. You collapsed against him, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, peppering your face into kisses.

[1pepsiboy]

You do it all night and the other two overhear it - Matt Sturniolo Smut (request)

Matt Sturniolo x reader!

Word count: 1k

Warnings: idk if it's really THAT bad, but for sure cock sucking and his dick inside you lol

***

You and Matt lay in his bed, your head on his sprawled out arm, as a new movie plays on the TV. It was movie number three or four, you don’t remember. The time is not anything the two of you worry about. 

A sex scene sparks on the screen, and you start to think about pleasuring your boyfriend. That sounds much better than watching more of whatever movie this is. 

When you look at Matt, you find that he’s also looking at you. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you ask. 

He laughs under his breath. “I don’t know. What’re you thinking?”

“Fucking you.”

“Yeah, we’re on the same page,” he states. 

You kiss him in the crook of his neck and then his lips. “Perfect.”

You crawl on top of Matt, then slowly move down, stopping at his gray sweats. You give his area a brush over with your hand, biting your lip in anticipation. You toy with his hardening friend through the sweatpants. 

You couldn’t help the giggle that escapes. “Should I keep going?” 

Matt’s lips are slightly broken apart and he nods. 

You lick your lips as you untie the strings and pull the sweats down. You’re pleased to see he wasn't wearing any boxers. His hard on is very apparent now. You smirk. You flick his tip with your tongue a couple times before looking up as you swallow him.

Matt slips a sweet groan as his head tilts back and his eyes close. You keep your up and down movement going. His hands tangle in your hair, a way of him telling you to stay there.

You deepthroat him for a few seconds, then go back to your previous motions. You use your hand to help with the work. His eyes are still closed as little moans left him. Now, he gazes at you.

"So good, (y/n). Keep going, baby," he whispers, untangling his fingers only to tangle them back up again as he brushes the hair out of your face. You can’t help the moan that leaves as you pulsate him; he's gonna come. You slip your other hand beneath your panties and start to pleasure yourself too.

You remove your mouth and only use your hand now. "I want you to cum all over me... Almost there, baby... Do it." He gets closer and closer, little moans escaping his plump lips. Then he cum shots, some of it going on your face as you pump him.

"Ah fuck, (y/n)," he grunts and his body twitches. You run your tongue up his cock, making sure to get a little cum that drips down. Matt pants in the silence, his chest rising slowly and you desperately wished his shirt had been off too to see it.

After he stops, he grabs you and flips both of you over so he’s on top. "Just a sec."

Matt reaches into his nightstand for a plastic. You bite your lip as you watch him slowly push himself into you; you’re already wet from making him come.

You kiss as Matt pushes himself harder this time. He keeps going, riveting against your G-spot. His body completely hovers over your body, his biceps there for you to hold on to. Your legs lightly wrap around his hips and thighs.

His dick stretches you so well. Matt’s small moans mix into your hair and skin, making you go even more wild. As you get closer to climax, Matt resumes his slower thrusts and looks you in the eyes as he uses a finger to rub your clit.

"Fuck... Yes, Matt, yes,” you say breathlessly.

"That's it... Come, baby girl."

With one final slap, you break into a screaming moan. “Oh god! Yes!”

Matt whimpers into a groan, “Fuck, baby.” He holds inside you for a few more seconds before slipping out and moving to lay next to you on his side. His fingers play circles on your clit and slip between your folds as you try to calm from the high. It only causes your body to scream for more. 

“Matt…”

“Hmph?” He gives you a bleary innocent smirk.

You brush back his messy hair. “I’m gonna scream again. Is that what you want?”

He actually giggles under his breath. “Maybe.”

You kiss him, slowly, your tongues touching a couple times, and hold his hand that doesn't stop. 

***

You and Matt emerge into the kitchen, ready for the day and not at all looking like you fucked almost all night. Nick’s eating a donut as Chris cooks eggs and sausages on the stove. They’re whispering about something but stop when you get closer. 

You reach into the cabinet for an empty glass and go over to the fridge to get your choice of drink. You cock a brow at them. “Please share the undying secrets. I could use comedy before work.”

Chris turns around and points the spatula at you and Matt. “Did you know we have thin walls around here?”

Matt shakes his head. “No we don’t, shut up Chris.”

“Oh god! Yes!” Chris mockingly moans. “Do it again.” 

“Y’all are disgusting,” Nick mutters. “Like how does one do it that many times in a row?”

Matt makes a move to hit both of them. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

Chris laughs like a maniac and continues to make orgasmic faces. You couldn’t stop the heat from rising in your cheeks. You’re not ashamed of having sex, but knowing they could hear it was a little embarrassing. 

“The bed was creaking SO LOUD. Matt, are you gonna have to get a new bed frame? Cause I will not be helping with that,” Nick says, finishing off the last of his donut in the living room. He was laughing. 

Without hesitation, “That’s okay, I’ll help him pick a better one,” slips out of your mouth. 

Matt stops in his tracks and looks at you bashfully. “Babe…”

Chris fake pouts, standing exactly like Matt, “Babe… My bed is just fine for our kinky, steamy sex.”

Now, Matt’s jaw sets again and he throws a punch at Chris’s arm.

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[eudaimaniacs]

lunch with a side of a babydoll dress (hugh jackman x female reader)

word count: 700 words

warning/s: smut with one mention of feet

notes: i included a word count after four posts (well, it happens). also there's one request on my inbox and i'll try answering that asap. i'm not good at fulfilling these requests (i have one dead and deactivated tumble blog to prove it). enough yapping, enjoy reader!

It was a long day of shooting Hugh's new movie from 5:30 A.M. to 10:30 P.M. of shooting in multiple costumes. He was stressed, to say the least. He didn't have time to rest, rewind, or even fuck his wife.

You hang around on set to provide support for Hugh. You know how stressful filming gets, especially with the time allotted for makeup, costuming, and shooting. You mostly prepare his meals since he prefers your cooking to ordering take-out when he's tired from filming.

One day couldn't get any worse. It was a hot day, meaning Hugh would be tired from the filming and the heat. He wanted to lie down in bed and sleep away his stress. Hugh kept his composure and still treated the staff and cast nicely.

It was lunchtime, and Hugh couldn't wait to eat what you made for him. He went to his trailer and saw your heavenly figure preparing his meal. You were wearing a flowy, white baby doll dress. The sun shone through the ethereal fabric, dancing when you slightly moved. Hugh could trace your curves in the sheer fabric. The softness of your breasts, the soft bend of your waist, and your ass barely peeking out of the short dress.

"Oh, there you are, Hugh! Let's eat right now." You beamed and gave him a peck. He stared for a few seconds before exploring your body with his hands. Hugh felt heaven when he touched every part. He made sure to not miss a spot and treated your body like a goddess.

Hugh growled and remarked, "The lunch can wait, sweetheart. You look so fucking good in that dress." Before you can reply, he caught you by surprise by passionately kissing you.

You hummed and returned the same desperation to Hugh. You tugged his hair as the two of you continued to kiss deeper. Hugh lifted your dress and caressed your breasts. He massaged your nipples, turning them rock solid. Hugh's hands turned their attention to your ass, squeezing and lightly slapping it.

You giggle and break the kiss. "Glad you liked the dress, Hugh. I picked the perfect day to wear it."

Hugh dipped and then kissed your neck. "Have been too stressed today and the days before, honey. I need to relieve myself."

You raised your eyebrows at his suggestion. You were feeling the mood, but someone could walk inside the trailer to tell Hugh to return to set.

"Are you crazy, Hugh? One of your co-stars or makeup artist could come knocking, and they would hear us fucking," you whisper-screamed to Hugh, who was already touching your pussy. You moaned at the sensation of his rough hands rubbing your clit. You tried to protest, but Hugh's actions suppressed it.

"I don't care about them hearing, [Y/N]. I want them to know how good my wife fucking feels."

Hugh raised your dress and took out his cock from the restraint of his tight pants. He pumped it for a few times and then rubbed it at the lips of your pussy. You moaned and rubbed your breasts to further pleasure yourself. Hugh slowly entered, and you let out a loud, shaky whine.

He gradually fastened his pace, knowing he had little time to eat lunch and returning on set. Hugh growled and grabbed your waist as he reached his high. You felt the imprint of his dick on your stomach and hoped that he could see it through your dress.

You moaned and called out his name as you climaxed. You tried grabbing onto something as the sensation of Hugh's stress fucking you left you shaking.

"That was good, baby girl. Come on, let me help you get up," Hugh whispered, grabbing your waist to help you sit down. Your hair was a mess, as was your face. However, your white babydoll dress remained beautiful, sculpting your perfect body and highlighting your best features.

Hugh sat opposite and began eating the lunch you prepared earlier.

"Thank you for the two meals, [Y/N]. I can't wait for dinner tonight."

You winked and rubbed his crotch with your feet. Happily thinking what meal you'll prepare and dress he'll fuck you in with.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[seungfl0wer]

Jisung As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut🩷

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•Falls fast. Falls hard.

•Needs reassurance now and then.

•”Are you sure you love me”

•Says on those days he’s feeling more down.

•When he loves he loves hard.

•He watches you carefully wanting to know everything about you.

•Watches you so he can know how to communicate even when you’re not talking.

•Just know’s your body language well.

•Can be very clingy.

•Loves to just be close to you touching you in some way.

•A lot of times he’ll just have his hand on your lap head on your shoulder.

•Will learn your favorite songs to play you on the guitar while he sings them to you.

•Does he ever love performing for you.

•It always makes him a little shy though.

•Blushing as he stutters at first.

•Cause he just melts as you are fully watching him.

•I’ve said this about others but Ji-

•Jisung is enamored by you.

•The way he sees you, you are this perfect peace of art that he has no idea how he got.

•He still has the cocky attitude about him though.

•So when he gets into it he’s giving you that cheeky smile making your heart just thud.

•If he could he’d put your heart beat into a song because it’s his favorite beat.

•Has so many songs about you, gives you one for each occasion like birthdays and holidays.

•You make him so shy but he also makes you so shy.

•Ah you both are just a cute blushy mess at first.

•Your first kiss was so sweet though. So loving?

•He wrapped his hands around you and kissed you while you rambled about something.

•When he pulled away he’d start with “I’m sorry”

•Before you quickly kissed him again.

•He’s also one that loves when you play with his hair.

•He’ll whine when you stop giving you those big ol eyes until you keep doing it.

•He loves loves cuddling where he’s lying on your stomach.

•Where you can play with his hair and he listens to your heartbeat.

•A puddle. That’s how it makes him.

•He’s not the best at saying how he feels.

•Cause his words never come out as he wants.

•So he takes the opportunity to write you sweet notes.

•Will write you notes to leave in places for you to find.

•Fully an attentively listens to you.

•He’s like your little diary, neither of you able to keep secrets from the other.

•Ji having anxiety to he leans on you a lot, you’re such a safe place for him. Someone who calms him down.

•He enjoys simple dates, like taking you shopping and to dinner.

•Movie dates, concert dates for sure.

•Loves seeing you in his clothes especially when you wear them out.

•I know jisung gives off those fuck boy vibes but this man just has so much love to give.

•He may get in his head sometimes but he just very much loves you.

︵‿︵‿୨Smut Below୧‿︵‿︵

•I’m all for sub jisung for sure.

•But this man is a switch.

•The days he’s more dom he’s almost feral.

•You’re not a want but a fucking need.

•He comes home pushing you down on the bed kissing you sloppily.

•Hands roaming your body feeling their way to your hole.

•He whispers in your ear little “be good for me hmm?”

•I’m a firm believer of Ji being so good at oral.

•He’ll get drunk on you.

•I mean he’s so good at everything, and this is no exception

•Can make you climax so fast just with his tongue.

•He’s also so good with his hands.

•Like I said before he knows you so well.

•Know’s every inch of your body and where to touch.

•When he’s fucking you he’s fucking you deep.

•Each movement hits every spot of yours.

•When he’s more dominant he loves fucking you doggy.

•The way he can hit you spots with ease.

•He’ll pull you back to him by your arms holding you there while he fucks you.

•He’s never coherent half the time either.

•”feels good-“ he’d be able to muster out.

•Big moaner. Makes so many noises.

•When he’s more submissive he loves when you pull his hair, or wrap your hand around his throat.

•Also enjoys when you restrain him while riding him.

•The whimpers he’ll let out while you’re riding him- fuck-

•Missionary is one of those positions that just make him weak though.

•The way he gets sloppy body pressed against yours like you’re one.

•Him moaning against your ear as he tries to talk “I- love you” he’d stutter out before cumming.

•After care is so many words but so little.

•You two don’t have to really say much to understand what the other needs.

•Jisung loves just holding you close coming down from your highs asking if you wanna shower.

•Always a nice cool shower full of loving kisses and little giggles.

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[izzy3clipse]

abby making up to you (smut, mdni)

you were so pissed that abby volunteered for patrol on one of her two days off, you were supposed to spend it together, cuddling and watching movies. “babe i’m sorry, manny begged me” “it’s fine” you say sharply heading to bed. you were so upset, you were looking forward to this day all week. you lay down, facing away from abby. “baby c’mon, talk to me” she says laying next to you with her hand on your waist. “i already told you it’s fine” you say holding onto your pride.

abby gets closer to you, she starts kissing your neck gently, her warm breath against your skin makes your breath hitch. “let me make it up to you” she whispers as she gets even closer to you. you feel her chest against your back and… a bulge in her pants.

she slips her hand under your shirt and gropes your breast as she kisses your neck, you buck your hips back into her crotch. “abby..” you plead quietly “hm?” she hums while massaging your nipple and you feel your core growing wetter. you turn on bed to face her, and she smirks when you do so. you kiss her gently at first, your tongues meet in perfect harmony, the kiss is slow but intimate and famished, she slides her hand up and down your side, from your waist to your hips and you cup her face. you feel abby tugging your shirt and so you break the kiss to take it off, abby doesn’t look away from your chest until the moment you connect your lips again, she circles your nipple with her thumb which makes you moan quietly on her mouth. you suddenly reach for her pants and start to unbutton it, but abby quickly grips your wrist “so desperate hm?” she says with a low voice. she gets on top of you and takes her shirt and top off, you run your hands through her torso, mesmerized, and she smiles. she takes your sleeping shorts off and cups your clothed pussy, she chuckles to herself almost mockingly when she feels how wet you are; “such a slut”, which makes you clench around nothing. she slips her hand inside your panties and slides her fingers up and down your slick folds “fuck you’re so wet” .“abby please” you whimper, she starts drawing circles on your clit and locks eyes with you “please what?” she asks as she cocks her head, staring down at you waiting for your response. your mouth is agape from her touch on your sensitive bud, feeling intimidated by her gaze “please.. need you inside me” you say frowning. she smirks and unbuttons her pants revealing the purple silicone. she teases your clothed entrance with the tip, making you whimper. she pulls your panties to the side and slides her cock up and down your folds, admiring your glistening cunt “need you so bad” you whine.

abby aligns the tip with your entrance, and comes down and kisses your neck sloppily and without warning she pushes inside of you which makes you gasp loudly and wrap your arms around her neck, holding her close. she starts thrusting in and out of you slowly, hitting your deepest spots and making you moan against her ear, which was making abby get even wetter than she already was. she pushes your knees closer to your chest to hit you even deeper “fuckfuckfuck right there abs” you whine “taking my cock so well baby” she praises, making your cunt clench around her. abby watched as the silicone disappeared and reappeared. “fucking love your pussy” abby says “s’big abby” you whimper. abby hit your g-spot over and over as her hand reaches down and draws slow circles on your clit “fuck m’so close, don’t stop” you moan. “god, wanna fill you up so bad” abby says. your back arches, your eyes roll back and your hands grips the sheets beneath you as you reach you climax. abby keeps fucking you through your high, watching your cum coat the strap. when abby comes off of you she lays on your side and after a moment started placing gentle pecks on your face. “abby that-“ you try to say after a few moments with your eyes closed and breathing heavily, “that was- fuck”. abby chuckles as you struggle to form sentences “did i fuck you dumb princess?” and you nod lazily, turn to your side and lay on her chest, still recovering from your high. you caress her stomach and her nipple. “you’re still mad?” she asks cockily, you giggle and look up at her with a soft look on your eyes “not at all baby” you say with a smile and give her a peck on the lips.

hey, this is my first time writing smut so i hope you liked it!!🫶🧡🤍🩷