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GO SUBMIT SONGS !!! I love love love thinking abt what songs the foxes would jam out too
Little thingy thing inspired by this post by @dvrcos and although I have my own PSU/drills playlist, I want to feel connected to all my fellow foxes <3
so what's your drills anthem? what's the foxhole court 6 am gym vibe? what do you think will get neil shaking ass? what's a surefire way to have a karaoke-off between matt and allison?
You've been hit by...
You've been booped by...
A smooth mutual
jadesprite!!!!
20 QUESTIONS FOR MULTI-MUSE BLOGS! send me a number and I’ll answer:
which muse is the easiest to write?
which muse is most likely to go to jail?
which muse would be the best parent?
which muse is, physically, the strongest?
what would your muses be the deities of?
what are your favorite icons for each muse?
which muse would you most like to meet irl?
which muse would try to befriend the others?
what song do you associate with each muse?
which muse would be the MOM friend? DAD friend?
which muses are cat people? which are dog people?
which muse would you want to have a sleepover with?
which two muses would get along the best if they met?
what sort of youtube channel would your muses have?
which muse would win in a fist fight against the others?
what is a plot you’ve been wanting to do for [muse name]?
which muse would spend a night in a haunted place for $20?
which two muses would immediately fight each other if they met?
which muse would you not let into your house, under any circumstance?
which muse would investigate the scary noises? which one would hide?
This whole booping thing makes me so unbelievably happy like I'm just giggling and smiling booping strangers booping mutuals I'm having a blast
Magical Girl Aika
What have I been doing? This. This is what I've been doing. A WIP of a Do this in your style! Really my first time doing 2 vanish point perspective
OOOOO HOW FUN-
I'll bring the ice cream and donuts!!! Maybe we can play some stardew valley together too:>
@nanamisflowerfield @rainy-day-coffee and anyone who'd like to join, I don't know many people here:')
DASH Party Invitation: You have been invited!
Dear (Your preferred alias/name),
You have been invited to my DASH Party, anyone and everyone is welcome!
To be able to join, reblog this and and say what you’ll bring, then tag anyone you wanna bring with you to the party!
tagging: @justsidecharacterthings @cerasus–flores @cerise-jolie-jennie and anyone that wants to join <3
Hi, who would you fancast as Gen, Irene, Sophos and Helen? Also, what would you do if ROTT ever gets a movie adaptation, one depicting the war with the Mede anyway? 🙈 🥺👉👈
Hii!!!! Oh my gosh fancasting Tqt is NOT easy...
...especially since a couple fancasts have already been made that I am SO down to agree with. I hope you'll forgive me if I partly choose people that have already been named within the fandom before...?
[Insert: ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU MADE ME CREATE WHOLE POWERPOINT PRESENTATIONS FOR THEM I SPENT THE ENTIRE AFTERNOON ON THIS AND I DO NOT REGRET IT]
Eugenides: Luke Pasqualino
Who else. He could pull off Young Gen, King Gen, and God Gen. I love his chill mannerisms and his cheekiness. But whoever has watched BBC's "The Musketeers" knows he can portray a dark, rash and dangerous side as well. The actor has Italian roots btw.
Irene Attolia: Irene Papas
Sadly, this awesome actress died in 2022. She was Greek and played in "The Trojan Women" as well as "Iphigenia" - so, you know, she has the ideal Greek Aristocratic face. Isn't she the perfect Attolia?
Sophos - Christian Martyn
How I found this actor, I don't know. I am not familiar with him, though he played Gilbert Blythe in "Anne with an E". Look. LOOK. Bear with me. He seems innocent, is the definition of too Nice™ and has this precious aura of childlike chaos about him. But he is also able to glow up into a warrior when necessary O_O
Helen Eddis: Nathalie Emmanuel
Okay, look. While I'm personally highly satisfied with the above casts, I know full and well that this one isn't perfect. First of all, Emmanuel is far too thin and pretty to be Eddis. They'd have to change her nose at least, if not give her a rounder body type. But she is dark-skinned, her hair is short, her smile is fun and captivating, and I think this does reflect who Eddis is to some degree. I'm sorry I didn't find anything more accurate.
To comfort you, here are some more random character casts that I found/came up with while working on the others:
King of Sounis - Jack Black
Nahuseresh - Dev Patel. Imagine the reddish beard oh my gosh
Kamet - Riz Ahmed (that one was the author's choice, I believe)
Ambiades - Austin North. Like, come on. He's gotta be the evil version of Sophos and he would be perfect.
Costis - he's honestly just that one real life Kristoff edit from Frozen. No, he's really Channing Tatum in "The Eagle". Look him up.
As for what would happen if The Queen's Thief Series got turned into a movie, I would SCREAM YELL CRY HAPPY TEARS.
They could turn the 6 books into 3 movies, I believe.
The Thief & The Queen of Attolia (the story would have to be slightly changed, e.g. older Gen and different politics, but they can really pull together the whole 125 pages of travelling to the temple into a 5min montage)
The King of Attolia & A Conspiracy of Kings (how Costis became King isn't as important, but it could serve as a sideplot/what Gen is actually contributing politically behind the facade)
Thick as Thieves and Return of the Thief (again, how Kamet came to Attolia isn't as important as the message he brought.)
The Queen's Thief reminds me much of Narnia (the world, the values, the fashion, the colors), Percy Jackson (adventure Greek setting), and Sinbad (adventure + navigating the Gods). If they ever turned that into a movie, I'D WATCH THE HECK OUT OF IT.
Thank you very much for asking!!!
Continuation of my oil Wild West idea. If Dukat is a sheriff, Garak must be...? Oil on canvas, 40x50 cm Thank you @jaegermonstrous for help with cards! Fragments and versions with different effects are under the cut.
Please notice that I have open commissions and summer art sale!
well dressed, m | jjk
pairing(s): jungkook x reader
summary: Yes. It is a fact. Your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, an absolute stellar specimen of a human being, considers workout clothes hotter than lacey lingerie because he is (ahem, say this in the most endearing way possible, please and thank you) a fucking muscle pig.
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; in which Jungkook attempts to become a porn director and gets mad clowned by his gf aka you; crack and fluff; living room smut (fem reader, ass + pussy slapping, dry humping, nipple play, fingering, JK lifts you up by the pussy, f-receiving oral, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - blond!JK; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; yes, I did reference the classic "Can I have Your Number?" 2007 Mad TV sketch XD
it’s the best laid plans / counter point couple and they’re crackheads no need to read the others, but they're there if you want more
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“Jungkook.”
“Yeah?”
“Um…”
“Does it not fit?”
“No, that isn’t the issue here…”
Your boyfriend was an idiot.
“The fuck is this?”
You walked out of the bedroom, glaring at Jeon Jungkook, your one-of-kind but also kind-of-an-idiot boyfriend (don't get it twisted, you were well aware you were also a special idiot). He was currently sitting on the couch, hands between his muscular open legs, wearing a sleeveless white tank (hot) and navy basketball shorts (double hot), grinning eagerly as you appeared (aww). You did not, however, bother coming out looking as sexy as possible (let’s be honest, Jungkook did not give two shits about clothes, not because you didn’t look cute in them, but because his preferred outfit on you was ‘birthday suit’ – butt-ass naked) because you were presently a bit peeved at him. Hm, how to say it?
Disappointed, but not surprised.
Jungkook’s eyes lit up and went all sparkly upon seeing you.
“Why did I know that when you said, I bought you some lingerie, you really just meant a sports bra and running shorts? By the way, these are obscenely short. My ass is hanging out the back.”
His smile was showing all of his teeth, giving him the appearance of a rambunctious and mischievous bunny. His long blond hair was swept to one side, definitely on purpose because you always told him it looked best that way. He was taking preventative measures.
You know, seducing you so you wouldn’t get mad at him for tricking you and putting you in workout clothes.
(It was working. You weren’t gonna say it wasn’t.)
“Is it? Turn around and let me check.”
You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines. You let him get away with so much shit because he was hot. Oh yeah, and also you were in love with him.
(It worked the other way around as well though. Couldn’t complain.)
You rolled your eyes and turned around, flipping your wrists to frame your ass with fanned fingers.
"Hello? There's a whole gust of wind back here and the seam is practically in my butt crack!"
You looked over your shoulder only to throw yourself into the wall, hurriedly spinning back around before your boyfriend, apparently a human rocket launcher, shot off the sofa and barreled towards you (move over Usain Bolt, you're not as fast as Jungkook when he was after your booty, no cap). You immediately planted your hands on his chest (definitely not planned, but also planned) and stiff-armed him, preventing him from coming any closer.
"Hold on a second! Acknowledge you're an animal!"
"I'm definitely an animal," Jungkook chirped with zero hesitation. "Now give me that ass."
You thinned your eyes and mouth into lines once again as Jungkook knocked your hands aside and grabbed two handfuls of your bare ass because quite frankly these shorts weren't doing shit, lifting you up and groaning lustfully while you flailed about for a second before grabbing his shoulders and hooking your legs around his torso, squeezing his chest with your thighs.
"You have a problem," you muttered.
Jungkook's face planted into your tits and he didn't reply, forearms pressed under your thighs, one tattooed, one not. You ran your fingers through his blond hair, clicking your tongue as your boyfriend committed erotic asphyxiation with your sports-bra-covered tits.
Yeah.
Sports-bra-covered!!!
(Kinda rude to the naked titty, come on dude!)
Jungkook yanked his face out of your breasts, gasping for breath, silver eyebrow piercing flashing as he looked up at you, grinning very adorably.
Okay, one.
Man was too strong. Had a workout obsession and it clearly showed with how easily he was holding you up by your ass. To be fair, he had a vast amount of surface area to hold, for sure.
(Your bangin’ ass was due to your video game obsession, poggers!)
Two.
Fuck, he was so cute. The crinkles next to his sparkling brown eyes and huge smile with the little mole underneath? The little mole on his nose?! Fucking precious.
(Goddamn, you were such a simp, but, goddamn, did Jungkook make it easy.)
Three.
His fingers were sneaking closer and closer to that center seam.
"I thought we were supposed to work out," you said calmly and with zero intention to work out even if Jungkook hadn't made you dress like a slutty Pilates teacher. Hey, fitness was his thing. He had his thing and you had your thing. Your thing just happened to be sitting on your ass playing video games (a completely valid lifestyle, by the way).
Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"We can work out," was his cheery reply that indicated zero intention of working out, sliding your legs back down so he could poke your covered vagina with his massive erection.
(Uh... huh.)
"You know, Jungkook," (you lovely, handsome, sweet, incredibly horny young man) "We can just fuck, hmmm, I don't know, naked, because this is our home and you don't actually need to buy me impractical workout clothing to get it on with me." You patted his cheek. "I swear you don't."
(Saves you money too, Jungkook, maybe you should consider it.)
Your boyfriend blinked at you, tilting his head. "Yeah, but I have fantasies."
You raised your eyebrows. "Go on, go on."
"You're at the gym working out," Jungkook started, dragging you along. The coffee table was moved and there was a yoga mat on the floor. Pink. It had been on sale. Jungkook had bought it in hopes that you would become interested in yoga, but one downward dog turned pretty quickly into downward doggy, woof, woof, bark, bark.
Also known as, you were interrupted with his dick.
Classic.
You interjected immediately. "That would never happen. I don't like working out in public."
Jungkook frowned and slapped your ass, making you smirk. He narrowed his eyes.
"That's why it's a fantasy. Now shut up."
You squeezed him with your thighs and mimed zipping your lips.
"Anyway," Jungkook continued with a huff, ignoring your patronizing smile and going back to squeezing your ass, looking over your shoulder to watch the softness bulge out from between his fingers, suddenly forgetting how annoying you were (you knew the feeling). You leaned against him, chest to chest, on tiptoe so he could get a good grip, popping your booty to add to the visual.
"You're working out and then I notice you and we fuck."
(Are you listening, PornHub? Brazzers got nothing on Jeon Jungkook.)
"Just like that?" you snickered, trying to stifle your laughter threatening to escape.
"I mean, you're pretty hot. I don't need to ask too many questions."
He started bouncing the bottom of your ass with his fingertips, sighing at the perfect jiggle and perk. He always did compliment the roundness from top to bottom and it was further accented by the black short-shorts he had selected (man knew his workout fashion or, rather, man knew the workout fashion that would get him laid). It was hiking the hem deeper and deeper into your butt crack. Slightly uncomfortable, but it was being balanced out by Jungkook dry humping your crotch with his increasingly hard dick.
"I'm pretty hot, are you gonna ask me questions?" he shot back, increasing the vigor in his quest to dribble your ass. Was that why he wore basketball shorts? The mind of a horny man was truly fascinating.
“Hmm.”
You looked up at him with a big smile.
"Yeah, I’d ask, damn, can I have yo number?"
Jungkook burst out laughing at your sudden (and deliberately shitty) imitation of his Busan satoori.
“You’re so annoying–”
He did not get to tell you exactly how annoying you were being because you knew the power of redirected attention, spinning around and pressing your ass into the massive VIP tent in Jungkook’s shorts, trying to weasel your way into entry without having your name on the guest list. All you had to do was seduce the bouncer by rubbing your spread ass and bunched up shorts up and down his length, looking back with your tongue between your smirk, crossed arms under your sports bra, pressing inwards to increase your cleavage.
(Just kidding, you were definitely the only name on the VIP guest list to Jungkook’s dick, mwhahaha!)
“Can I have it? Can I have your number?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows.
Your boyfriend was too busy moaning at your ass sliding up and down his crotch and thighs to actually respond, eyes glued to your body line, shoulders, tits, back, ass, wrapped in tight spandex and all the juicy bits straining against the too small sizes, all on purpose of course.
He did select the sizes himself.
“Can I please receive the secret code that will intelephonically pass me through to you?”
Jungkook snorted in laughter and smacked your ass, biting back his own groan. “Okay, shut up, I’ll think more about it next time so you’re not fucking clowning me, sheesh – oooh, f-fuck!”
You cut him off again by bending down and pressing your covered heat flush to his hardness, slowly curving back upward with your hands sliding up from your ankles, calves, thighs, framing your ass with your splayed fingers, spreading it out and letting it bounce back, Jungkook’s gasps behind you, forgetting everything he was going to scold you about. Your back to his chest, shoulder blades to his pecs, your arms lifting and reaching back, sinking your fingers into his blond hair and tugging him forward, sighing as his hungry lips feathered kisses all over your shoulders and neck, now actively (and aggressively) humping your ass, his own hands sliding up your torso to squeeze your breasts, slipping his fingers under the form-fitting fabric.
“J-Jungkook…”
He mumbled your name into your skin between kisses, fingers sliding under the sports bra now, pushing it up, your breasts popping out, free for only a second before his palms were pressed against them, rubbing your hard nipples forcefully, his moan in your ear, your hands in his hair, arching your back to fill his hands and grind against his cock.
“You would really want me no matter what?” he murmured against your ear, biting the curve, tracing it with his tongue and sending shivers down your spine.
“Why are you asking?” you chuckled, closing your eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingers squeezing your nipples, teasing and plucking at them, electricity humming in your veins. “I made a move on you first, remember? When I asked if you wanted to bonk.”
Jungkook puffed his cheeks, letting out a huff of air. “We are still telling our children we went on nice, romantic dates first, by the way.”
“Not me, I’m telling them, your mom thought your dad was dummy hot so she flashed him some titty the second he was alone and he was hooked.”
“No, you will not–”
You spun around in his arms, yanking the sports bra off and tossing it aside, bouncing said seduction titties in his immediate vision. His wide brown eyes instantly honed in on your hard nipples poking out, rapidly sucking in a tight breath, the same exact reaction he had the first time he saw them, moan bubbling in his chest, glaring at you for a very brief second (his gaze read, how dare you, but also, fuck yeah!!!), before diving down, turning the tables on you, your turn to gasp sharply as hot lips and swirling tongue attached themselves to one and a wandering hand found the other, both of you moaning in unison, wrapped up in warm lust and strong arms.
His blond hair was messy, golden strands cascading down one side and curling around his high cheekbone and angular jaw, softening his handsome features, a perfect balance of cute and hot.
Jungkook’s eyes found yours, hazed out and reflecting your love for him.
(Remember that it was all his fault you had a massive wet wedgie right now. Hello? Hello? Still simping? Okay, never mind.)
“Would you even approach me?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair. “You couldn’t even speak to me the first time we met with your friends around.”
Jungkook pouted, narrowing his eyes at you. “That’s not my fault. How was I supposed to know that some random girl hyung met online playing freakin’ MapleStory was going to be literal walking sex?! I wasn’t prepared!”
You laughed cheerfully. “Still mad that I showed you my tits?”
“Fuck no. I have never been and will never be mad about that.”
Somehow seeing your tits had led Jungkook to be the horny animal he was today, but he made you a horny animal the second you saw him and all was fair in love and war, right? Right!
(For the record, Jungkook too was most certainly a horny animal the second he saw you, he just wasn’t going to admit it, we went on nice, romantic dates first!!!)
Which was precisely why he now yanked the shorts off your body (no panties, you knew where this was going the second you held those hilariously tiny shorts up to your lovely lady lumps), moaning at the sight of your soaked slit and seconds later his fingers were there, stroking your heat and your arousal, your hands on his shoulders, breathless cries as his fingers explored, grazing your clit, dipping in a little, teasing you with his touch and his mischievous eyes, dark brown orbs sparkling, knowing you were watching his arms, flexing them for you, black tattoos standing out against prominent muscle.
“F… Fuck, you’re so sexy, Jungkook…”
His hand slid back.
You moaned his name again, digging your nails into his shoulder as he tensed his forearm against your leaking pussy and leaned forward, biting the side of his lip playfully.
Then Jungkook lifted you with one arm.
BRUH.
BY THE PUSSY.
WITH HIS FOREARM.
(GODDAMN.)
“W-Whoa!”
You gripped his shoulders and gasped for breath, eyes widening, wetter at the feeling and the sheer display of strength, your slippery clit and lips rubbing against his inked skin, enough surface area that the weight was distributed pretty well, enough pressure to be throbbingly pleasurable, using his other hand to steady you by the hip so you wouldn’t fall.
“You can help me work out like this,” Jungkook remarked roguishly, lifting you up and down, smirking at your surprised and aroused reaction. “I think it would really help me out.”
“J-Jungkook, doesn’t t-this… oooh, fuck…”
Your hand had slipped down and touched his hard bicep.
Bless the gods that created Jeon Jungkook, seriously.
“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that forever. I wanted to make sure I was strong enough,” he breathed, slowly lowering you with a heavy, deep exhale, eyes roaming your naked body, smile dancing on his shapely lips.
(Was that why he worked out so much?! You would never mock his fitness obsession ever again.)
You grabbed his face, flurry of fierce kisses, tongue and lips and smiles, brief intermission to pull off his white tank before you lost yourself in his breath again, his heat, his skin, his scent, your hands all over his body and his all over yours, pressing his hands into your ass and dragging you to him, your tongue in his lips and being sucked on as you grinned in satisfaction, your fingertips slipping under the elastic waistband of his shorts.
“Not yet.”
You furrowed your brows, about to protest, but Jungkook pushed you down onto the pink yoga mat on hands and knees, your head whipping back and jaw dropping, but his fingers plunged into your wet heat before you got out any snappy objections.
Any words you had swiftly morphed into a wild moan of his name.
His free hand snaked around your waist, pumping two fingers in and out, deep and rough, just the way you liked, shudders of pleasure invading your body as he lifted your torso up, bending you backwards, tweaking your nipple, sultry chuckle in behind you as he increased the pace, hitting you in your favorite spot, your wetness creating loud, messy squelches with each thrust.
“You want this dick, hm?” he drawled, rubbing his covered, rock-hard erection against your thigh, the slinky fabric revealing that he was as turned on as you were, adding a third finger and making your moans pitch, a slight smile growing on your swollen lips.
“You’re just… stalling so you last more than two seconds…”
He snapped your name sharply and yanked his fingers out, smacking your soaked opening with a stinging slap.
(Weaker souls would immediately apologize, but remember you flashed him your tits the second you got him alone.)
You turned your head and grinned at Jungkook’s infuriated expression.
“You can do better than that.”
“You–”
You rolled over, spreading your legs, and were met with rapid, swift smacks to your pussy and clit, back arching at the jolts of pain, moaning for him on the floor, staring at his slightly irritated expression and ash-blond curls, his blown-out pupils drifting up to see you gazing back under half-lidded lashes, aware your want was all over your face and open mouth, tongue hanging out and teasing him, seeing his breathing shallow, hand slowly shoving three fingers back into you, fast and fierce and deep, growling your name, cum for me, cum for all over my hand, you bad, bad girl, and grinning at your snippy reply, I’m only bad because you want me to be bad, Jungkook, because it was true, he knew what your reaction was going to be the minute he brought those gym clothes and you knew he would do something like that, the action being so very him.
That’s why you were together, because when you liked the brand of annoying the other was, making for a harmonious, happy, horny relationship.
(Aww. Okay, back to him ramming his fingers into your pussy.)
“Faster, fuck, yes, yes, ah, Jungkook…!”
Bucking your hips up and crying out, clenching around his long digits and squeezing around them, gasping as you felt your juices leaking out over his hand and your inner thighs, falling back down and hearing the embarrassing squish of your release onto the yoga mat (oop), closing your thighs around his tattooed forearm and pulsing around his fingers, moaning deeply as the waves of pleasure shimmered through you, your core clenched tight to feel every delicious flinch of your ebbing peak.
(Who needed sit-ups when you had Jungkook, right?)
His strong hands forced your legs open, lowering himself between them, sending you into a frenzy of short gasps as he pulled his fingers out, hot breath on your inner thighs as he groaned while licking them off, gasps turning into wanton cries when his lips molded to your trembling slit, lapping up your orgasm, swiping at your engorged clit, holding your squirming hips still with his firm grip, the sensitivity raring through your nerves, trying to get away even though you didn’t want to get away, appreciating that he could tell from your panting noises that vaguely resembled, oh, God, don’t stop, marveling at his deep kissing skills (read: furious tonguing of your pussy), heart racing, spine arching, shivering with intense, blazing desire.
“J-Jungkook… please… w-want your cock, please…”
He had unquestionably been waiting for you to say it, although he had completely forgotten to tease or chastise you about it, instead emerging from between your legs with his glistening chin and bright smile, reaching into his pocket to pull out a condom (clever boy, he planned this, although deducing that did not, in fact, take a team of dinosaur genetic scientists), ripping it open as you yanked the rest of his clothes off, running your fingers over his exposed length and balls, smirking as you felt him twitch, hot taut skin quivering under your touch.
Jungkook slapped your hand. “Stop that.”
You scrunched up your face. “Meanie.”
“You want a good railing or not?”
“Am I the stairs?”
His pierced eyebrow twitched.
“I swear I’m gonna gag you next time,” he muttered, shoving you back down.
“You always say that, but you like it – oh, fuuuuuuuck!”
“Fuck, why are you still so tight–?”
All the words meshed together, lost in incomprehension and pleasure as he entered you, thick, hard, stretching you out, your walls closing in on him, enveloping him tightly with every centimeter that he pushed in, clutching your thighs and panting, shaking brown orbs gazing up at you. You tried to wipe the triumphant smile off your face, too greatly pleased at his reaction.
He glared at you accusingly. “You’re doing it on purpose!”
“Nooooooo…” you sing-songed, grin popping out involuntarily.
Jungkook clenched his jaw, looking a tiny bit scary, but mostly hot as hell. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out.”
“Wait, I need my brai–”
He cut you off by grabbing your legs and sandwiching them between his (buff) arms, bending you in half (improving flexibility!!!) before he started aggressively pounding you into the pink yoga mat with loud smacks of hips to hips.
“Ah, Jungkook!”
(Again, working out is a matter of perspective, remember that, kids.)
Your arms were above your head, moaning to his face, ecstasy flaring all over, looking up into those dark brown eyes that were watching you and your sensual expression, wanting him, needing him, loving him, sweat sticking his ash blond hair to his forehead and cheeks, open mouth and hot pants, so hard, fucking you with deliberate power and measured roughness, so soft, only able to gasp out your name in his deep, silvery voice clouded with lust and adoration, so perfect, because you knew he always did that when he really couldn’t stop himself and he was trying not to cum too fast so he could fuck you as long as possible and not disappoint you, not that he ever could disappoint you with his stubborn determination and relentless diligence, deeper, harder, right there, right there, ah, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, tumbling into euphoria as he tensed his jaw and his eyes rolled back at the pulsating massage of your powerful walls stimulating him from base to tip, thrusting for all his was worth until he managed to get out…
“Fuck, goona cum, fuck!”
Very loudly, your name exploding out of his mouth and his cock jolting inside you, the buck of his hips indicating the strength and ferocity of his orgasm along with his obscenely loud moan, filling up the whole apartment with his climax in the middle of the day (oop), your cum dripping down and soaking into the mat (double oop), feeling Jungkook’s defined torso shake from the tremors of your pleasure and his (definitely not an oop).
“Hah… oooh, shit…”
Your legs slid down and he lowered himself to his elbows, kisses once more, tongues and lips and smiles, laughing a little at the mess, wrapping your arms around his sweaty body.
“We need to work on your idea of sexy lingerie.”
Jungkook laughed, rich and full and lovely. “I’ll keep trying. Maybe you need an even smaller size.”
“A smaller size would literally vaporize into my ass crack.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“You gonna plan a better fantasy?”
“Shut up.”
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Metal Gear Solid 1 illustration (2022)
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📷 adammurphyart
OK so you know how Mami was tracking the trail of a witch that one time with her soul gem? what if my magical girl's power was all about those trails !!
It'd be great for finding witches, and maybe other magical girls too :00 ? it could tie into cat-stuff by being a sort of scent trail >:3c
OH OH OH!!!! THAT'S SO COOL!!!
She could have a sixth-sense where she senses the presence of nearby witches (+ labyrinths and familars) and magical girls; and can specifically hone in on something she wanted to find!!!
🎶 song tag game 🎶
rules: list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same
tagged by: @kithtaehyung omg!! thank you for tagging me ryen 🤍
this is kinda messy lmao but these are the songs that won't leave my mind lately:
the stars - bts thursday's child has far to go - tomorrow x together moscow mule - bad bunny megan's piano - megan thee stallion i wanna be your slave - måneskin willow - taylor swift ¿y eso? - rauw alejandro daydream - j-hope vuelve - danny ocean no song without you - honne
tagging (no pressure!): @mightymorphgay @mindofnmn @ihamtmus @audreonne @soulofahermitcrab @honeypetal-ksj @lywondher @agothicvampir3 and anyone who wants to participate!! 💘
🎶 song tag game 🎶
rules: list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same
tagged by: @minttangerines and only saw so on my dash?? bc it didn’t tag me correctly wtf D: thank u, luce, you menace lol i’m gonna put some songs i’ve either learned choreo to and/or just some of the stuff i have on rotation
btbt - b.i upgrade u - beyonce damn right - audrey nuna throw a fit - tinashe base line - j-hope where the party at - jagged edge get buck in here - dj felli fel simon says - megan thee stallion boyz with fun - bts too deep for the intro - j. cole
tagging (no pressure obvs): @missgeniality @yoonia @joonary @kookskingdom @yoon2k @sugakookitty @joheunsaram @raplinesmoon @park-jimin-isnt-real @lookhere-2seok @miksancheese @mightymorphgay @firesighgirl @kookstempo @pjmsdior @soulofahermitcrab @trustingofwinds ++ anyone that wants to play :D
I’m sorry if someone has already asked you this but I just discovered your blog and I have to know what your headcannons are of BTS while high
anon… NO ONE has asked me this yet!!!! and you have my whole entire heart for taking one for the team and doing god’s work. i have treated this ask with the utmost importance and i only hope that i don’t disappoint you. also i'm sorry this took me literally all day LMFAO let me just open this with a blanket statement: the sheer number of bangtan giggles that there would be. i think i would die. anyway. onwards and upwards
namjoon
tbh my boy namjoon already speaks like he is stoned. he is ALWAYS waxing poetic and having an existential crisis, and that would increase tenfold if found holding a blunt. he’s making connections, he’s drawing conclusions. the empty chip bag that he has just devoured is definitely a metaphor for fame and how people take everything they love from you and then there’s nothing left for yourself. he’d sit on that for about five minutes before feeling guilty for thinking such thoughts about HIS army, who always refills his metaphorical chip bag.
seokjin
think of the windshield wiper laughs. OH he would be making the stupidest jokes (yes more than he already does). he gets great pleasure from jokes that make people groan. in seeming direct contrast, our gamer guy would be absolutely COUCHLOCKED. but he’d find that for some reason he just isn’t as angry at failures/deaths as he would be sober. and he thinks, “is THIS peace? have i never known it before this moment?” he didn't think he could get any more go with the flow than he already was. but if you think he’s not paying attention to the room around him, think again. he's making fun of everyone else losing their minds, all with eyes glued to the screen.
yoongi
oh bro. yoongi? he’s already an encyclopedia of useless knowledge, sprinkled with existential dread and hatred of the system. my man is ranting and RAVING about the capitalist machine. he doesn't understand why people have to work themselves to death to survive with no opportunity to enjoy life. he's pissed about the fact that he now benefits so greatly from a system he initially set out to be publicly against. and then he'll go on for 15 minutes about stucco, no transition. he's also hearing the most mundane sounds and recording them on his phone because they'll be perfect samples for a track. and then when he listens back to them the next day, he'll be like "what the absolute fuck was this?"
hobi
hobi for the first 20 minutes of the high is a silent observer. it's a little overwhelming right at the beginning, so he's probably a little in his head. he's just taking everything in. but after he crests the peak, he is loosey goosey. music has never made him want to dance more, and he didn't know that was possible. our boy's taste in music is made for getting stoned to. he's wiggling over to the snacks, wiggling with the snacks in his hand. falling to the floor, shouting with laughter when he sees how absolutely ZOOTED his members are. after he wipes the tears from his eyes, he sees yoongi sampling the sound of the ice maker and immediately goes over to be his ultimate hype man.
jimin
park jimin. my sweet baby. he knows that mama didn’t raise no bitch, so he’s taken extra hits after everyone’s tapped out. his eyes are basically permanently shut. for the life of him he cannot stop giggling. he’s in that every single thing that happens is funny mode. can’t hold himself upright. we’re talking hands on shoulders, we’re talking heads in laps, we’re talking falling to the floor. kim taehyung is the funniest person to exist in his eyes (yes more than normal). usually he cringes at himself speaking affectionately about his members, but all inhibitions are gone. he loves them SO MUCH, and he’s absolutely not going to shut up about it. he’s making grandiose plans for them to never get around to doing together because they’re not actually reasonable.
taehyung
taehyung is also thinking thoughts, putting things together. we're talking about the brain that brought us borahae. of course, for one good realization, you have to have about one hundred terrible ones. think of the highest thought you've ever had, or have ever heard someone else have, and you might have stepped inside the anomaly that is kim taehyung's head. some shit like, "what if birds aren't singing and they're actually screaming because they're afraid of heights?" and of course, jimin is fully ready to take this thought that he accidentally vocalized, turn it into a bit, and beat it into the ground. legend has it they're still figuring this out.
jungkook
on his most productive day, our maknae is operating as head empty, no thoughts. so there's no doubt in my mind that he's staring at the wall. not a damn thing is happening up there, i promise you. he's just realized AGAIN that he has hands, but he has no idea what to do with them. because he's completely unaware of what's going on in the room around him, he's interrupted taehyung and jimin's bit to ask them what he should do about his hand predicament. but while he was trying to get their attention, his hand brushed over one of the blankets on the couch and goddamn is it not the softest thing he's ever felt. so his focus has shifted entirely to feeling this blanket. rinse and repeat.
