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IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Day 12 - Jang Wonyoung

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Categories | daddy kink, brat!Wonyoung, squirting, blowjob, please appreciate Wonyoung's power bottom capabilities

Sorry, Yena is coming out sometime but I wanted to finally write something timely. JANG WONYOUNG WHAT THE FUCKKKKK.

Please bear with the religious metaphors, I have Catholic guilt and Wonyoung reignites it. I'm not sorry for all the other fucked up shit here I'm just ooga boogaing because what the FUCK

It’s a little brighter today than usual. The sun surely knows what's about to happen upon its rising. It has no plans of telling you beforehand, so you’re forced to find out yourself.

You open Instagram, which is insane because you never bother to look at pictures—much less edited, filtered ones made for meaningless impressions. Your blissful ignorance of online concepts is what would make your fans hate you if they had space in their deluded hearts to. Or maybe that’s your age talking.

But today, clicking on that app is what you do, and that already should have been a sign that something’s not right. The usual run of your universe has gone off course. Who could have made that so?

Coffee. The black stillness that’s pure of sweetness and sugar. That’s supposed to keep everything normal. You sip on it as you scroll through clickbait, fan accounts, edits—

Then you wish you never took that hot gulp at all.

Wonyoung.

It’s all because of her.

She stands there from behind your screen, silky hair tangled in those lithe long fingers. She’s looking at the camera like she wants whoever took the time to click on her profile to come over and fuck her right now. Man or woman, poor or rich—it doesn’t matter. What ought to matter though is the fact that she doesn’t have someone’s hands slipped around her waist and pulling her close.

You shouldn’t even be thinking about it.

Usually, she’s dressed in knitted pink coats and miniskirts; looking fashionable but modest, modest but unplain. That’s what everyone loves about Jang Wonyoung: she’s prim, sweet, and the daughter of the nation.

Now, she’s the ideal girl to take right home and have your wicked way with. Yes, you’d feel guilty since she’s so young, just the little age of nineteen. Still, that doesn’t mean you’d have any regrets. She’s the kind of girl you can’t get away from. You’ll always come back for more.

You’d hate to be so upfront, but there’s no other way to interpret it.

There’s that fucking denim bra hugging her tiny chest, stitched up so high that her abs are on full display. That little pinch of a waist curves so perfectly right up to her wide hips that invite and invite and invite—

Remember to exhale.

So, yeah. That’s how Wonyoung ruined your day, and you barely had your morning coffee.

A text message from your boss appears. You nearly miss it because of how you’re staring all ogle-eyed at the tempting girl on your screen. Before you even click it, you already know what you ought to do.

hey, it reads, you need to—

—go to Wonyoung, and for such a scandalous photo, she’s chosen a remote but classy hotel only the biggest stars know of to shoot it.

There’s no going back when you drive like you’re running from the law when you’ll break one if you pull the wrong stunt with her. Your throat’s coiled with an unreleased breath that won’t go away unless you see her. It’s like traveling with the promise of meeting a goddess, and although you’re not religious anymore, you wear very, very close to rediscovering faith.

The hotel is grand—clear marble floors and shining chandeliers—and it’s no surprise. Wonyoung wouldn’t have things any other way. You know that when she’s come to your office to complain about her outfits and brands.

You go up to the desk with prepared evidence for what you’re going to say. “I’m an associate of your client miss Jang Wonyoung,” you say to the lady tapping away behind her computer, “and I’ve come to visit her.”

Associate? It’s more like mentor. You’re a veteran idol whose efforts inspire the rookies, therefore getting you the responsibility of looking out for Wonyoung. So, father figure, maybe? You wince at that.

She makes a polite sad look, still not removing her eyes from the screen. “I’m sorry, miss Jang doesn’t have—”

Slide your ID card on the counter.

She glances at it, stiffens, then looks up at you. There’s only one of you in the entire South Korea, and although the 1x1 traces back to when you were a bit more youthful, it’s not hard to put two and two together.

She apologizes quickly and offers you an elevator ride exclusive for VVIPs. Smile. It’s been a while since your last return to music, but everyone knows you here. Everyone knows your power.

Wonyoung’s place is the first room on the twelfth floor, a flinching irony.

Knock. You rap your knuckles three times for good luck and charm, because you’ll need it with her. Jang Wonyoung is everything save an easy girl. You remember the many times she refused to give up a debate on how she’s managed, how she’s styled, how she’s treated. She wants things to go her way only.

“Wonyoung,” you call out. Fidget with the handle of the door that refuses to budge. “It’s me.”

Knock a little more. There’s no eye behind the peekhole or a soft “come in.” You receive only the unlocking of the furnished knob and a welcome that makes you wish this could go the way your morals would want it to go.

The door opens you to a gorgeous suite that’s the supreme of all room tiers. This is the kind that only the richest of the rich are able to attain. Big as a house with a soft carpeted ground, there’s a queen-sized bed before a wide window of the city. Picture frames commissioned by the wealthy hang from the painted walls. All for the fucking aesthetic.

Even you, a star who paved the way for the Korean entertainment industry itself, aren’t used to this type of wealth.

Find her sitting on the ledge of the window frame. Wonyoung has her hands resting on the sides of the window frame. She doesn’t try at least a stance at nonchalance—no admiring stare at the beautiful view, no worried gaze at her clean fingernails. Her interest is you standing before her like you’re afraid to touch her. She might be right, but it’s not like you’d ever have it in you to admit that.

Even you, a man lusted over by girls and women all over the world, aren’t used to this kind of woman—the kind that eats away at you.

“Wonyoung.” Inside, you feel like the weakest man in the world.

She has this smarmy, confident smile on her perfect lips that tells you that it’s no surprise that you’ve come all the way here for her. No surprise at all. She expected it. Anticipated it, if you will.

Don’t mistake the coquettish float of her lashes for theatrics. No, Jang Wonyoung’s just naturally someone you’d want to fuck, no matter the politics of it. “Yes?”

Her voice is also just that pretty. That’s a large part of why it’s so hard to act professional in front of her when she’s your mentee. Even more so by the fact you’re someone she’s looked up to for the majority of her trainee years, which is already something that would make people’s brows lift.

“Wonyoung.” You let your shoulders rest. “Why are you still dressed like that?”

You know all the dialogue that passes around the general public. Oh, Jang Wonyoung’s so gorgeous! Jang Wonyoung’s even more beautiful in real life! You hate to say you can’t disagree. She’s deadlier in person; her body’s there before the glass like she’s waiting for someone to give in to temptation. That coy simper can ruin careers. It can ruin yours.

To think it all could be gone because of a nineteen-year-old celebrity with a tiny waist and legs you’d love to have around your head.

“Why are you still dressed like someone from the eighties?” Wonyoung taps her chin, then grins. She’s figured it all out. “Oh wait, you are.”

You’re not taking insults from someone who’s below you in experienced years and power. Unluckily, she’s not taking advice from someone above her or below her.

The step you take towards her, towards the little star seated comfortably waiting for you, feels like a sin.

“You’re incredibly unprofessional for a girl who’s worked her way up here,” you note. Cross your arms and give her a reprimanding look.

Wonyoung’s immune to nasty looks, too. She’s been doing this since she was a child. If someone gave her a glare that read all too well of a career assassination, she’d wink the bullet away sweetly. “Hm,” she says contemplatively, “I don’t think you get to say that, honestly.”

Your laugh is blunt and sarcastic. Unbelievable. Wonyoung’s the kindest girl according to the people who work for her, so why is she a rebel in your hands? It doesn’t make sense.

“Look here, we—”

You take three steps closer to her. You’ll keep your little rituals and superstitions to keep yourself grounded. Without them, you’d go insane.

Then without her having to do anything, she comes nearer, like a doomsday foretold by a ticking clock. Who knows? That clock could be a bomb, and that bomb would set off if you dare to touch her with a trembling fingertip. You’d leave the scene injured. And eventually, you’d die the moment they try to help you, because the deed’s been done.

“Oh, I’m looking, alright,” she chirps. She’s doing what you’ve held yourself back from doing: letting her eyes wander. “And I really, really like what I see.”

You’re someone several awards her senior, and you’re still quite intimidated by her at this moment. She’s so sweet yet so honest—she won’t make up a lie to make you feel better and she won’t hide the truth to make you comfortable. Refuse the truth her eyes locked on your crotch tell. You won’t accept it. It’s not right.

“I’m serious.” Approaching her makes you want to go on your knees and beg the lord for a little saving. Do it anyway. No one will rescue you. That’s what the industry taught you. “You’ve made it all the way up here. All by yourself. There’s gotta be something. What are you throwing it all away for?”

She laughs. Funniest thing she’s ever heard. “I’m not. How am I throwing it all away?”

“Those posts,” you hiss. Doesn’t she get it?

Before she could ask you what you’re talking about, you whip out your phone. Click on the app icon. It instantly shows you the opened tab containing Wonyoung’s recent Instagram posts. Look at her, wrapped in nothing, not even those curtains—giving the camera bedroom eyes when girls her age shouldn’t be shooting them at anyone or be aware of how to.

It’s already massed a million likes in under an hour. But you know what people who turn on anyone easily will say, and what they say could blot Wonyoung’s bright future by a lot. A million people around the world have caught sight of the abs she’s worked hard for, her toned back, and just about everything. A loud minority with frisky influences can sabotage her whole reputation.

“These posts,” you continue, shoving the screen into the poor girl’s face, “can take away everything you’ve worked for. All that fame, all that money, you can’t brag about them after this.”

Wonyoung looks on innocently. She stares at the screen with uninterested eyes, then switches them back on you. She looks like such a good girl in that second, with her hands seated beside her and that face so full of sparkling perfection.

Deception can’t lead you away.

“So, what’s it gonna be, Wonyoung?”

Long silence that builds up your frustration. Finally, she clicks her tongue. Gives you a shrug of her thin shoulders.

“You liked it.”

“What?”

She points to your phone. “You liked my post,” she repeats. “It says so right there.”

What the hell is she talking about?

You look at the device you’re brandishing. For a while, you can’t find out what she’s referring to. You can never take a liking to her posts, although if they switch on something you didn’t know you can feel. You’d die before—

The heart.

Wait.

The heart button below her set of pictures is filled with red.

Your heart pumps faster, a button pushed and played.

Fuck.

You turn to her and open your mouth. No sensible words come out. You swear you didn’t tap twice on her update or take it to a private setting. How did it happen? Worse, even if you say that to her, she’d take it as a pathetic lie.

Wonyoung giggles. It’s a tinkly sound that’s adorable, but you’ve long realized that being cute is not all there is to her. She rises slowly, sets her palms over your blazer-clad arms, and gives you an empathetic face. It’s so condescending that you want to dissolve.

“I know what men like you are all about,” she tells you. She speaks with a sultriness that makes you feel warm and has bumps appearing in masses across your skin.

She smiles. Her eyes disappear into crescent moons and the dimple appears on her cheek. You’re done for.

“Come on,” Wonyoung continues, squeezing your forearms. “Here you are, a big old man known for being a good singer or whatever. You’re so popular that the first thing that pops up on Naver is your face. Everything goes right for you, doesn’t it?”

You have no idea where she’s going with this. You’re afraid to even ask. Your teeth grit as her massages grow stronger, harder.

Something else is, too.

“Then, of course, you see me.”

Her hand. It’s curling around your wrist and bringing your fingers right around that flawless waist. She closes them there tightly.

It’s so bad that it’s good. You want to keep touching her, maybe slip your gliding fingers down her jeans. Oh, you shouldn’t. You can’t.

“You see me, and you get all hot and bothered. And what’s so funny is I’m not even doing anything. I’m just being myself, you know. Being young and rich… a beautiful girl…” Wonyoung is unbuttoning your shirt and you don’t realize it. “You can’t understand how I’m allowed to be this hot when you can’t even fuck me with a normal conscience.”

It’s all so wrong. You want to shake her by the shoulders and tell her to shut up. But if Medusa has her eyes, Wonyoung has her lips to turn you to stone. They keep opening elegantly to speak the filthiest, most fucked up shit, and you can’t deny anything.

Her eyes are creased with knowing pride. Her youth doesn’t rescue her from being so messed in the head already. Those thoughts don’t go along with such a pretty face.

“That’s why you like to get rough with me. You tell me to watch how I speak, watch how I act. You tell me to stop talking to you like you’re no one. You tell me that I’m such a little brat. But you only do that so you can get to control me. That’s your most fucked up dream, right?”

Her mouth is the tiniest space away from your chin.

You’re another word away from saving yourself a spot in damnation.

Her finger that scratches a flaw on your blazer beckons you to the fire. “You’re not breaking the law or anything,” says Wonyoung, “so why not break me instead, daddy?”

That’s a deal sealed with a rough kiss.

You grab her cruelly and cover her lips with yours. They’re more amazing than you imagined, soft and competent with how she pushes in deeper, depriving herself of the air she needs the most just to get what she needs just a bit more:

You.

Your tongues collide and clash, striving to get the most taste. She pulls your blazer off (because fuck professionalism, right?) while she kisses you with a hunger that’s equally mental and physical. It’s not like she’d bruise up if you didn’t get your hands on her yet it’s close to that.

And, in your case, it’s not like you’re breaking any law. She’s nineteen, not anywhere under the limits you’d kill others and yourself for touching. Nonetheless, you’re much older—by age, she could be your daughter; by career, she’s your junior; by power, you’re much stronger.

So, it’s still so wrong.

Can’t be when Wonyoung’s fist, firm around your cock, feels so right.

Can’t be when she lands on the edge of the bed with her lips parted in delight as she watches your dick stiffen under her service.

“There you go, daddy,” she coos, smirking. “Just get all hard for me, then you can stuff that big thing up in my pussy.”

Her thumb toys with your cockhead. You purse your lips to hold back a groan. Let go of it anyway when her smooth, closed palm rubs your sensitive flesh. She cups your balls lovingly before gliding her teasing fingertips under your length, right up to your tip. The girl knows how to do this; she’s good at more things other than MCing and performing.

Wonyoung hones this skill with firmer pumps, giving you the handjob of a lifetime. Her long fingers are just made to handle dick. Each stroke is perfection that holds and pulls and slides. You’re leaking so much already.

So you turn into the driver of the hate train, the press that loves getting her bad angles and the articles that slash up her name:

Blame it all on her.

Because you have here a girl, young and pretty and confident, so of course you have to scrape off your sins and nail them all on her, like a quivering hand to wood.

“You think you’re getting it that easily?” you say. Your moan is squeezed in your throat. “Baby, you’re not even close to it.”

Wonyoung smirks. It’s that self-assured, elegant smile that tells you that won’t work on her. She might be a rookie, but she knows how to play the game.

She tightens her grip painfully. That’s what you get for trying to one her up. Do that to anyone, just not Jang Wonyoung. Your cry goes unheard as she yanks you rather than jerks you off. Spits on your head for good measure. Wonyoung’s eyes make a connection with your soul and says, Yep, that’s what I’d do if you weren’t my senior. In fact, I’d do it regardless. I’d choke and spit and leave you to die, because a pretty Samaritan is better than a good one.

“You’re really out of touch, daddy.”

With Wonyoung slathering her drool all over you, you’re forced to teeter on the line between heaven and hell. It burns yet the offer of pleasure leaves you sated.

“You think I’m like the pretty girls out there? Other girls might have broken down and begged you to come back.”

Your rod is subjected to a brief torrid kiss, then a smile as the wicked girl looks up at you.

She laughs, gives you this smile full of haught and womanly power. “Too bad I’m Jang Wonyoung,” she says, her last words before taking you in.

Yes, it’s too bad she’s Jang Wonyoung. It’s too bad she’s not the other girls who’d kneel for a burning touch of stars like you. She wouldn’t be holding control over you with the power of her lips if she had sanity in that pretty head.

Her plump tiers wrap around you and seize everything, encasing it in softness and wetness. Her tongue, the one she uses as a killer expression for her selfies and Instagram updates, kills you all the same with how it swirls around your skin and tastes you. Trying to pretend the girl wasn’t a pro at this like she is with everything else is useless. She’ll keep proving you wrong and overpowering you.

The whole of your shaft is sucked in, then, when her cute nose is pressed directly to your stomach, she lets out a hummed laugh. You shudder—as much as it makes you feel good, fear grips your muscles and makes them limp. She’s loving how wrong everything is, and you’re not sure if you like it.

Her jaw slacks, and then Wonyoung’s swallowing you like you’re water. Can’t be water when you’re this solid in her throat. You let out a shivering groan. You can picture the bulge in Wonyoung’s neck and it’s the last thing you’d count on turning you on, but they did tell you to expect the unexpected.

Her saliva becomes excessive, resulting in some dribbles down her chin that help her work her mouth on you. Wonyoung’s drool sheens you entirely and she keeps adding more. On the occasion she pushes her face into your stomach, your cock gets wetter. She does, too.

“Fuck.” Cussing won’t help deter the onslaught of pleasure. You’re unsalvageable. Say it anyway. You babble meaningless, slurred words and not one gets to Wonyoung. All she can hear is the sound of your quivering moans and her mouth taking you all in.

She becomes less of an idol, less of the elegant princess for the cameras, and instead a fleshlight. However, she reminds you that it isn’t that way with a fierce sneer that stays on at all times. She’s not your girl—she’s Jang Wonyoung, and you’re already incredibly lucky that she chose to go down on you.

All that beautiful hair isn’t of any purpose if you don’t get to touch it, to gather it in a ponytail, to pull on it. Your fingers creep into her brown locks not only to give it a little meaning but also for sanity.

That isn’t a thing in Wonyoung’s world. She pulls your hand off and slaps it on your side. “No,” she says with a shake of her head. “Daddy can’t touch me, not when he’s pretending that he’s hot shit.”

Her nails bury themselves in your hips. Oh, the manicured talons of a gorgeous monster. Oh, the pain that runs through your sides. Should you run before she devours you? Too late for that.

“Wonyoung,” you breathe, and then ask, genuinely: “What the hell is wrong with you?”

She’s so proper and serene on her shows that not even her most desperate fan would think she’s a terror. They don’t know she’s a girl who likes older, weaker men who’d ruin her if she hasn’t the pretty face and attractively black heart to do them the favor instead.

“What’s wrong with you?”

You’d respond if you knew the answer.

Wonyoung rubs her thumb under your dick, sending little sparks aflying. “Why’d you kiss me earlier?” Her lipstick decorates it as a kinder girl would to your face. “Why didn’t you grab my hair and tell me to be a good girl? Why didn’t you leave? It’s not my fault you want to fuck me.”

All these words of destruction and your cock remains standing. It’s a staunch reminder to her that you can say whatever you want and the hard evidence remains. You want to fuck Wonyoung. You want to do it to a rookie who’d turn the story around on you if it ever came out. You want to fuck her so bad it’s borderline pitiable.

“I’m just giving you what you want, daddy.” Her fingers caress your sides. “Trust me, I could be a very good girl if I wanted to.”

You almost didn’t believe that until Wonyoung started to suck you off again.

Her lips stroke you effortlessly as if this were her pastime. That’s your most accurate guess, because this seamless performance—the one of her mouth working on you with the impression that this whole thing is nothing to her—can’t be a natural gift. The combination of dripping saliva and her soft lips is lethal.

It’s unbelievable how she manages to find all your tender spots. She preys on them, licking and licking until you’re very sure you were going to blow all over her. But you can’t give her that satisfaction.

You’re very close to doing so though. She’s perfectly sloppy and rough. You glare at her when she lightly teases her teeth on your girth. She winks at you in response. She leaves you breathless in so many ways.

“Wonyoung, Wonyoung, god—” you whine. It’s so hard to adapt to the girl sitting there with that innocent face and wild mouth that doesn’t dare give up on you.

Her expressions on camera are always poised. Off camera, there’s this one she flashes you as she shoves her face into your stomach that looks downright evil. Although she’s already fucking you with her throat, Wonyoung partners it with strong suction that’s sure to drain you.

“Yes, daddy?” She doesn’t pant when she goes up for air, replacing her sucking with her long fingers.

“I’m really close,” you admit. It’s obvious from your shaking legs.

Sounds of returned wet suction start to increase. Criticism and compliments prod Wonyoung on. How else would she improve in her idol life? In blowing you? In devouring you?

You realize you’re fitting the cliché. There’s you, an idol whose name is uttered on the daily by both young and old fans, igniting a scandal in the making by fucking a girl beneath you in everything. There’s this expensive suite where stars go for a little precious privacy to do what they want. There’s the two of you doing exactly what you desire: fucking each other. There’s the classic maneater trope with how it’s more like Wonyoung fucking you—she fucks you with her face, fucks you in the head, fucks with your righteousness. Well, fuck.

Wonyoung drools so much that you’re invited to a sea the moment your head pushes past her tongue again. It’s slicker, sloppier, and so much sexier because she’s so completely devoted to your cock. Her hypnotizing eyes trap you and so does her body, tight and tiny—that tummy is flatter than a board and only thin panties hide what her long legs lead to from the bottom.

The only time she stops sucking you is when she darts her tongue side to side with an unhinged pace on your sensitive tip. “Good. Cum in my throat.”

“Shit, god, I can’t—”

Wonyoung attacks you again, and there, in her warm orifice, your plentiful orgasm spends itself. Her throat welcomes you tightly every time. Her hot restricted breaths fan your groin and evokes more semen that spills with no care.

Your hands ball into fists. Although you’re hot and shaking, you can’t touch her. Why are you following her rules when it should be the other way around? It’s a reversal of roles, a Stockholm’s Syndrome of some sorts whose victim is your cock never wanting to leave from the predatory embrace of Wonyoung’s puckered kiss.

Of course, after she gathers all of your cum in the pool of her mouth, she swallows.

She really could be a good girl.

“Awh.” Wonyoung pouts mockingly. “Daddy, are you crying?”

Touch your face. To your horror, she’s right. The electricity and shock of her continuous blowjob results in a few tears on your cheeks. You haven’t done that in years. Wonyoung is the first one to make you cry like this.

You flush. What more to hide your weakness than anger? “Wonyoung,” you start, then you realize you don’t know what to say, “I—you—”

She smiles. You aren’t going anywhere.

She shoves you to the bed. You’ve reached rock bottom in spite of the softness of the quality pillows. You’ll scrape your way out if not for Wonyoung finishing the job by keeping you there assisted by her legs. They close around you with not even a courtesy false promise of an escape. No negotiation, no coaxes.

Wonyoung is sitting on your crotch but not on your dick, which is a problem. Which is a solution. Her hands are pinned to your chest while you try not to meet her eyes. It’s a losing game when your runaway glances are met by her grinding hips, silky thighs, and the hard, flexing abs of a perfection of a midriff.

Her fingers tug on the waistband of her panties before slowly slipping them off. Her pink pussy clear of blemish or hair comes in contact with your length. Up and down she goes, her dancing hips always seeking for more friction. You understand their need because you share the same—Wonyoung’s splayed lips on your member feel heavenly. It’s kind of disappointing that she might as well have climbed her way out of hell.

If she did, she’s the prettiest little devil you’ve ever seen.

“Ohhh, don’t you get it?” Wonyoung asks. She moves so smoothly, you nearly forget she’s humping you rather than dancing. Her soft moan brings you back. It’s the first time you’ve heard it, and you’re melting; it sounds so seductive and innocent in the same breath.

You know her. She knows you. So it’s clear: Jang Wonyoung can be anything—supermodel, actress, dancer—but she cannot ever be innocent.

Her gorgeous voice is silky when it twists into moans and gasps. Looking down at your crotches meeting and swaying is a better show than end-of-the-year performances. The blowjob and commanding you around must have turned her on by a lot—her flesh is hot and wanton with juices as it slides up and down you.

“You’re not going anywhere, daddy!” Wonyoung giggles. She kisses your nose, then your chest until her lipstick marks you. You burn up with feverish lust after each peck. “Daddy is only Wonyoung’s. And I knew your perfect cock would be mine when I posted those pics. I know men like daddy would do anything for me.”

“Wonyoung.” Breathe again, because you’ll need to after this, so why not do it now? “Why are you doing this?”

You thought her flirtatiousness in your office was just her coyness coming out to play. She’d rest her chin on your desk, suck a red lollipop on some days, maybe run her fingertips over your knuckles. Day in and out, she plays the same game. You didn’t know it would reach this level.

“Because I want to mess you up, daddy,” Wonyoung says. Her tongue swipes at the cavern of your mouth right until she nibbles at your lower lip. Her lipstick peppers your face. “I want to fuck my daddy up so bad he’ll never go a day without thinking of me.”

Swallow. The friction of your sexes is driving you crazy and close to the edge. All the same, you don’t want to make a fool of yourself cumming early for Wonyoung.

What happened to your dynamics? Your relationship? There wasn’t a romantic one, but it was always you holding the reins professionally and her just being an insistent passenger. Now she’s wrapping that rein around your neck and claiming you for her own. Looks like you have control everywhere excluding the bed.

“That’s it?” you ask. Shut your eyes—just seeing her grind on you with her utterly wet cunt can make you bust. “Your career doesn’t matter to you?”

“I could say the same thing to you.” Wonyoung lifts herself up and flashes that wicked smile again. “But I want to feel this in me before you wimp out.”

You and Wonyoung fall down a bottomless hole of consequence and wrongs but Wonyoung makes sure to bottom out the first time she sits on your dick. She engulfs you whole and traps you there with her soaked, grippy walls that slide all the way down.

You’d say her pussy has a vise grip, holding onto you like all goes wrong if it didn’t, except you think it has the grip of a vice. Need for her juices that coat you replaces the need for alcohol. Even if you get out of this suite alive, (which is a low possibility), you can see yourself always coming back for more. You could be addicted to anything—smoking, eating, cheating—but it just so happened your vice is Wonyoung.

“Daddy!” she yelps, and from there you can’t count the times she slams her cute butt down your thighs. “Oh my god, daddy!”

Her dainty, cute yells make you throb inside her. Perhaps it’s the kittenish quality of it that turns you on so much. She sounds so appealing, so fucking ruinable that it’s surprising to see that she’s doing the ruining here. Her expression in bed is more animated than the ones she makes onstage—her nearly closed eyes look upwards while her mouth falls open.

The squeeze of her tight, wet cunt renders your knees weak. It’s a good thing you’re lying down. Wonyoung makes sure you stay that way by penetrating herself with you over and over again. Her being barely a weight on you doesn’t stop you from lying there uselessly. You know better by now not to challenge her, not when each time you enter her vagina is better than the last. Her pussy is slippery and tight, proving to be the smallest and the best fit for your shaft simultaneously. Her hole is too tight and too good.

“Is this all for me, daddy? Huh?” Wonyoung circles her hips, making you moan, then continues her up-and-down movements. “You’re so hard, you naughty daddy. I know you got a b-boner when you looked at my posts. Now I’m giving you another one.”

You always thought of Wonyoung as justifiably confident yet arrogant. She told you once at your desk that she doesn’t deserve a stylist who only has a four-star rating. She lamented about the lack of competence of her staff preparing her comeback stage. All those you turned down to give the topics of her complaints the benefit of the doubt, but you know she’s right. She doesn’t deserve less when she’s better than the best. She doesn’t deserve less when she knows her place: a royal throne. So you can’t deny that she’s too hot to handle, undiscriminating to you whose connections always have impossibly beautiful women somewhere in there.

She’s so hot that her small breasts bouncing from behind that denim bra and tube top looks appealing. She’s so hot that the heat between her legs grows wetter. She’s so hot that when her soft ass crashes down on you again, you don’t find it a repetitive bore.

She’s so hot that you’d let the slim, tall girl use you until dusk turns to dawn, even if the curtains behind her are drawn apart and the secret cameras get to snap a photo.

“Shit, Wonyoung,” you say, your core squeezing. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“I bet you’ve thought about this, daddy. You thought that one night, I’ll be so bad that you could book us a whole hotel and fuck me in all the rooms, just like this one. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

“You wanted to open my legs and use my little pussy all day long, huh? Until I’m yours to throw around and do whatever?”

“Y-yes.” Nod. Your face twists—she shouldn’t speak when she’s fucking you because all the filth she says makes you want to blow inside her already. It’s the kind of truth that arouses rather than hurts.

Wonyoung’s riding switches to a rapid intensity that makes you yell. She lets you in so deep to the point that her butt cheeks touch your heavy balls. She’ll drain them for sure; the pace she sets is terrifyingly quick. It seems that she becomes tighter after each bounce, and it’s not helping you hold out at all.

Watch the wildness in Wonyoung’s eyes become animalistic. It makes you all the more certain now of one solid fact: there is something seriously wrong with Jang Wonyoung.

She smirks. “Well, you got it wrong. I’m not all yours, daddy.” She leans down, resting her palms on your shoulders. “You are all mine.”

Her hands might as well be a chained collar waiting to close around your neck. Her devilish simper is supposed to scare you, not turn you on. Somehow, it does both.

She flicks back her hair as she sits up again. Through it all, her riding doesn’t stop. “This cock?” she asks before slamming her pussy down it with a different kind of ferociousness. Cry out but she shuts you up with a furious kiss. “It’s gonna be my dirty secret. I’ll always go to daddy after my schedules so I can make him cum—over and over again.”

To think that a young girl like her has you at her beck and call is laughable, but there’s no laughing now. As you stare at Wonyoung’s fluid body and her hair bouncing beautifully, you realize she actually can have you for herself. It only took one Instagram post to lure you to her. She sees you’re falling deeper and deeper for her.

She didn’t exactly tell you how to escape.

“You gonna cum, daddy? Is my perfect pussy milking you?”

You can do nothing except nod.

“Of course, I can feel you throbbing, i-it’s making me lose it,” gasps Wonyoung. Her whines are making you lose it yourself. “Let’s cum together, okay? You can only cum when you feel Wonyoung squirt all over your massive cock.”

She squeezes tighter on top of you when she reaches down to rub her clit. She’s in search of any kind of stimulation: the slap of her ass on your thighs, the upward shoves of your erection, the pulse of her clit. Her moans increase in their whiny girlishness. Their tender vulnerability makes you think she should be the one underneath your body though you’re aware that’s never going to happen. Wonyoung belongs on top, just the same with her name in first place in the list of brand reputation rankings, browser searches, followers.

Once upon a time, you took charge over her. You managed her lessons, her videos, her behind-the-scenes duties. Funny how it’s the opposite now, wherein she jounces on you freely with the domineering message of caution: don’t cum until she does.

And god, is she making that hard. Everything about her is so attractive, from the bounce of her hair to her midriff showing your entering cock to her pretty pink pussy clutching you. What gets you, however, is her face—everyone loves looking at that face. Today, you’re under an aphrodisiac for it: you’re in love with the roll of her eyes as she rides you, the pink on her cheeks, the part of her lips.

“Fuck yes! Ugh, daddy, you feel so good inside me…” Wonyoung’s core clenches and slides your penis along its textured, sensitive walls. Her gasp is straight out of fantasies. “You’re balls deep, see? Look how your meat’s filling me. My pussy’s going to be so sore after this.” She chuckles. “Wait, who says we’re stopping?”

You shudder. You’re getting very close. Your earlier orgasm still has its effects on you. You’re afraid you’re going to do something you shouldn’t under her bedroom law. She’ll imprison you with her thighs and waterboard you with all the girl cum she promised until you confess that she’s the best fuck you ever had.

“Daddy’s going to cum so hard he’s probably going to breed me. Then I’ll, oh, I’ll feel it inside my tummy and it’s going to be a scandal. Wouldn’t you like that? Getting to knock up Jang Wonyoung? I can hear you moaning. I think you really like that. I think that’s why you’re thrusting up in me. You want to be a real daddy and make your baby girl a mommy. That’s so fucked up, you know that, right? You shouldn’t be having sex with me, let alone breeding me. But you’re a fucking weak old man, so of course you like that.”

You’re burning up. They’re the signs of what’s to come. If her confident words inspire her young fans, her monologues of lust make you feel like you’re the worst person in the world. Of course, the boner is part of the effect.

You groan. “Wonyoung, baby girl, please—”

“Oh god, daddy, I’m going to cum!” she squeals. Her emotions control her and tell her to go harder, bounce harder, squeeze harder. She’s pushing past her limits. “Agh, agh, you’re cumming, too, right? Cum for me. You’ll be—fuck, my daddy’s going to make me cum! I’m squirting all over his cock!”

She slams herself down roughly and repeatedly till your lower body’s flooded with her cum. You can’t take it anymore. It feels like dying because you swear you can see stars in the ceiling, stars of lust in her eyes. La petite mort. How poetic, since Wonyoung’s screaming still sounds as beautiful as her singing and speaking.

Her shouts are close to breaking the windows’ glass. Anyone can figure out what’s happening without the destruction of the pane—the curtains are wide open, letting the world see the youngest icon of the new generation pumping herself onto her co-worker.

You wonder if there’s actually poor watchers out there seeing you cream Wonyoung’s princess pussy, grab her ass to guide her, and kiss her when she leans down.

Wonyoung tastes the best when she’s squirting.

Consequences always catch up no matter what. You can hide under a cloak, in another country, underneath the earth in a secluded bunker and all that won’t help. You’ll be stuck dealing with the outcome, thorns from a rose you thought was too pretty to have some.

That’s the first thing you remember when you wake up, wrapped in the bed sheets and by Wonyoung’s arms. Someone’s calling you. Bad news: it’s your boss—the ringtone itself sounds angry, too.

“Hello?” you ask. You can’t help the grogginess of your morning voice, try as you may. If your boss didn’t know what happened, he can perfectly guess from the exhaustion riddling your greeting.

“You dumb little shit.” You can feel the spittle of your boss’ insult from miles away, cities away, screens away. “You’re lucky I’m friends with the fucking CEO.”

“What happened?”

“Don’t give me that. Some janitor saw you from the wing. I needed to hear it from you: did you fuck Jang Wonyoung?”

Unexpectedly, a veiny hand you remember holding something else grabs your phone. Wonyoung leans against your shoulder wearing nothing as she holds the phone to her ear.

“Why?” she quips, loud and clear. “Wouldn’t you?”

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Sailor-Aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge

Hello, hello! I wanted to try something a little fun for the holidays, so I figured why not host a little writing challenge! I've never hosted one of these, so this should be fun for all of us! Let's get started!

The Concept

I will have a list of holiday buzzwords with three slots available! Once all three slots are taken, then that's it! No more entries will be allowed for that word/phrase! As much as I love the holidays, I don't want to read twenty fics about the first snow. Just send me a DM/Ask letting me know that you want to participate and which word/phrase you'll be using and with which TGM character!

The Rules

You may sign up for more than one slot as long as there are slots available. However, you can not take up two slots for the same word/phrase.

Tag your fics appropriately! (Angst, smut, fluff, warnings, etc.)

18+ ONLY!

This can be a series, a one-shot, moodboards, or even a collection of drabbles! Just have fun with it!

You MUST use your word/phrase in some way in the fic. For example, if your word is reindeer, you could write about going to feed reindeer, or you could write about dressing up as a reindeer, or you could write about a reindeer sweater, etc.

HAVE FUN!!!

Your fics (with the exception of series) are due by the end of the day on December 25th!! When you are finished (or started the series/collection), you can shoot me the link so I can tag it below. Also, please tag me in the fic and tag the challenge! The more the merrier!

Tagging who I think might be interested: @goldenseresinretriever @bobgasm @hangmansgbaby @jupitercomet @mamachasesmayhem @seresinhangmanjake @blue-aconite @rosedurin but obviously anyone is free to join!

Word/Phrases below the cut!

Santa Claus

@number-0-iz w/ Jake Seresin

Reindeer

@garfield-mug w/ Jake Seresin

Sleigh

seresinsbrat w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Cookies - Closed

@seresinhangmanjake w/ Bradley Bradshaw

@shinycupcakebaker w/ The Dagger Squad

@the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ Jake Seresin

Presents

@sweetwhispersofchaos w/ Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin

Merry Christmas, Dad by @seresinsbrat w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Holly

Wreath

Christmas Lights

@goldenseresinretriever w/ Bradley Bradshaw

garfield-mug w/ Bob Floyd

Candle

the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ The Daggers

@bluezraven w/ Jake Seresin

Bow

@mamachasesmayhem w/ Jake Seresin

Jack Frost

Til the Summer Comes Again by @sailor-aviator w/ Bob Floyd

12 Days of Ficmas by @callsign-phoenix w/ Jake Seresin

Christmas Eve

@nicestgirlonline w/ Jake Seresin

Firefigher!Bradley by @jupitercomet w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Christmas Morning

Merry Christmas, Darlin by seresinsbrat w/ Bob Floyd

Mistletoe - Closed

goldenseresinretriever w/ Jake Seresin

number-0-iz w/ Bradley Bradshaw

@aworldinsideaperson w/ Bob Floyd

Caroling

Scrooge - Closed

Have a Cup of Cheer by @dingochef w/ Jake Seresin

jupitercomet w/ Jake Seresin

number-0-iz w/ Bob Floyd

Elves

callsign-phoenix w/ Bob Floyd

Ornaments

callsign-phoenix w/ Jake Seresin

@myfaveficrecs w/ Bob Floyd

Bells

Jingle of the Bells by seresinhangmanjake w/ Jake Seresin

Stocking

@mikpieboo w/ Bob Floyd

Snowball

@a-reader-and-a-writer w/ The Dagger Squad

Chimney

a-reader-and-a-writer w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Eggnog

Baby, It's Cold Outside by @killthewhisperingart w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Candy Cane - Closed

@blackwidownat2814 w/ Jake Seresin

Candy Cane Kisses by aworldinsideaperson w/ Jake Seresin

Oh Baby, Baby Merry Christmas @callsigns-haze w/ Jake Seresin

Nutcracker

sailor-aviator w/ Bradley Bradshaw

@sweetwhispersofchaos w/ Natasha Trace and Bob Floyd

Gingerbread

the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ Bob Floyd

bluezraven w/ Bob Floyd

Snow

@alegendoftomorrow w/ Natasha Trace

Hot Chocolate

@devil-angel-winchester w/ Jake Seresin

@shinycupcakebaker w/ Bob Floyd

Snowman

@its-the-pilot w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Nativity

Silent Night, Joyful Hearts by seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

@saltsicklover w/ Bob Floyd

Christmas Tree

sailor-aviator w/ Jake Seresin

Oh Christmas Tree by @rockstxr-x w/ Jake Seresin

Fireplace

saltsicklover w/ Jake Seresin

Delightful by @roosteraloha w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer

Coal

Midnight Mass

If December Never Ends by its-the-pilot w/ Bradley Bradshaw

Advent Calendar

Grinch

Ice Skating - Closed

alegendoftomorrow w/ the Dagger Squad

@goldenseresinretriever w/ Bradley Bradshaw

seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

Pointsettia

Ribbon

Shephard

Sweater

goldenseresinretriever w/ Jake Seresin

Toys

seresinsbrat w/ Jake Seresin

Wrapping Paper

Chestnuts

"'Tis the Season"

"Merry Christmas"

alegendoftomorrow w/ Bradley Bradshaw

"Bah, humbug!"

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pollonegro666 · 1 year

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2022/12/09 Al día siguiente dimos una vuelta por el interior del hotel. Hay algunos jarrones muy antiguos, de época de los romanos. También tienen una galería de fotografías de personas famosas que se han alojado en las habitaciones a lo largo de la historia. En el vestíbulo había un árbol de navidad y una bonita lámpara.

The next day we took a tour inside the hotel. There are some very old vases, from the time of the Romans. They also have a photo gallery of famous people who have stayed in the rooms throughout history. In the hall there was a Christmas tree and a nice lamp.

Google translation into Italian: Il giorno successivo abbiamo fatto un giro all'interno dell'hotel. Ci sono dei vasi molto antichi, del tempo dei romani. Hanno anche una galleria fotografica di personaggi famosi che hanno soggiornato nelle camere nel corso della storia. Nell'ingresso c'era un albero di Natale e una bella lampada.

Google Translation into Portuguese: No dia seguinte fizemos um tour dentro do hotel. Existem alguns vasos muito antigos, do tempo dos romanos. Eles também têm uma galeria de fotos de pessoas famosas que se hospedaram nos quartos ao longo da história. No corredor havia uma árvore de Natal e uma bela lâmpada.

Google Translation into French: Le lendemain, nous avons fait un tour à l'intérieur de l'hôtel. Il y a des vases très anciens, du temps des Romains. Ils ont également une galerie de photos de personnages célèbres qui ont séjourné dans les chambres à travers l'histoire. Dans le hall, il y avait un sapin de Noël et une belle lampe.

Google Translation into Arabic: في اليوم التالي قمنا بجولة داخل الفندق. هناك مزهريات قديمة جدا من زمن الرومان. لديهم أيضًا معرض صور لأشخاص مشهورين أقاموا في الغرف عبر التاريخ. في القاعة كان هناك شجرة عيد الميلاد ومصباح جميل.

Google Translation into German: Am nächsten Tag machten wir eine Führung durch das Hotel. Es gibt sehr alte Vasen, aus der Zeit der Römer. Sie haben auch eine Fotogalerie berühmter Persönlichkeiten, die im Laufe der Geschichte in den Zimmern übernachtet haben. In der Halle gab es einen Weihnachtsbaum und eine schöne Lampe.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Të nesërmen bëmë një vizitë në hotel. Ka vazo shumë të vjetra, të kohës romake. Ata gjithashtu kanë një galeri fotografish të njerëzve të famshëm që kanë qëndruar në dhoma gjatë historisë. Në sallë kishte një pemë të Krishtlindjes dhe një llambë të bukur.

Google Translation into Armenian: Հաջորդ օրը շրջայց կատարեցինք հյուրանոցում։ Կան շատ հին ծաղկամաններ՝ հռոմեական ժամանակներից։ Նրանք նաև ունեն հայտնի մարդկանց լուսանկարների պատկերասրահ, ովքեր մնացել են սենյակներում պատմության ընթացքում: Սրահում տոնածառ էր ու գեղեցիկ ճրագ։

Google Translation into Bulgarian: На следващия ден направихме обиколка на хотела. Има много стари вази, от римско време. Имат и галерия от снимки на известни хора, които са отсядали в стаите през цялата история. В залата имаше коледна елха и красива лампа.

Google Translation into Czech: Druhý den jsme absolvovali prohlídku hotelu. Jsou zde velmi staré vázy z římských dob. Mají také fotogalerii slavných lidí, kteří v pokojích pobývali v průběhu historie. V hale byl vánoční strom a krásná lampa.

Google Translation into Slovak: Na druhý deň sme absolvovali prehliadku hotela. Sú tu veľmi staré vázy z rímskych čias. Majú tiež fotogalériu slávnych ľudí, ktorí zostali v izbách počas histórie. V hale bol vianočný stromček a krásna lampa.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Naslednji dan smo si ogledali hotel. Obstajajo zelo stare vaze, še iz rimskih časov. Imajo tudi fotogalerijo znanih ljudi, ki so skozi zgodovino bivali v sobah. V dvorani je bilo božično drevo in čudovita lučka.

Google Translation into Estonian: Järgmisel päeval tegime hotellis ringkäigu. Seal on väga vanad vaasid, Rooma ajast. Neil on ka fotogalerii kuulsatest inimestest, kes on läbi ajaloo tubades ööbinud. Saalis oli jõulupuu ja ilus lamp.

Google Translation into Suomi: Seuraavana päivänä kävimme tutustumassa hotelliin. Siellä on hyvin vanhoja maljakoita Rooman ajoilta. Heillä on myös kuvagalleria kuuluisista ihmisistä, jotka ovat asuneet huoneissa läpi historian. Aulassa oli joulukuusi ja kaunis lamppu.

Google Translation into Greek: Την επόμενη μέρα ξεναγηθήκαμε στο ξενοδοχείο. Υπάρχουν πολύ παλιά αγγεία, ρωμαϊκών χρόνων. Έχουν επίσης μια συλλογή φωτογραφιών με διάσημους ανθρώπους που έχουν μείνει στα δωμάτια σε όλη την ιστορία. Στην αίθουσα υπήρχε ένα χριστουγεννιάτικο δέντρο και ένα όμορφο φωτιστικό.

Google Translation into Dutch: De volgende dag hebben we een rondleiding door het hotel gemaakt. Er staan heel oude vazen, uit de Romeinse tijd. Ze hebben ook een fotogalerij van beroemde mensen die door de geschiedenis heen in de kamers hebben verbleven. In de hal stond een kerstboom en een mooie lamp.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Dagen etter tok vi en omvisning på hotellet. Det er veldig gamle vaser, fra romertiden. De har også et bildegalleri av kjente personer som har bodd på rommene gjennom historien. I salen var det juletre og en vakker lampe.

Google Translation into Polish: Następnego dnia wybraliśmy się na zwiedzanie hotelu. Znajdują się tam bardzo stare wazy, pochodzące z czasów rzymskich. Mają też galerię zdjęć znanych osób, które przebywały w pokojach na przestrzeni dziejów. W przedpokoju stała choinka i piękna lampka.

Google Translation into Romanian: A doua zi am facut un tur al hotelului. Sunt vaze foarte vechi, de pe vremea romanilor. De asemenea, au o galerie foto cu oameni celebri care au stat în camere de-a lungul istoriei. În hol era un pom de Crăciun și o lampă frumoasă.

Google Translation into Russian: На следующий день у нас была экскурсия по отелю. Есть очень старые вазы, с римских времен. У них также есть фотогалерея известных людей, которые останавливались в номерах на протяжении всей истории. В зале стояла елка и красивый светильник.

Google Translation into Serbian: Следећег дана смо кренули у обилазак хотела. Постоје веома старе вазе, из римског доба. Имају и фотогалерију познатих људи који су кроз историју боравили у собама. У сали је била јелка и лепа лампа.

Google Translation into Swedish: Dagen efter tog vi en rundtur på hotellet. Det finns mycket gamla vaser, från romartiden. De har också ett fotogalleri med kända personer som har bott i rummen genom historien. I hallen fanns en julgran och en vacker lampa.

Google Translation into Turkish: Ertesi gün otel turu yaptık. Roma döneminden kalma çok eski vazolar var. Ayrıca tarih boyunca odalarda konaklamış ünlü kişilerin fotoğraf galerisi de bulunmaktadır. Salonda bir Noel ağacı ve güzel bir lamba vardı.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Наступного дня ми зробили екскурсію по готелі. Є дуже старі вази, ще з римських часів. У них також є фотогалерея відомих людей, які залишалися в кімнатах протягом всієї історії. У залі стояла ялинка і гарний світильник.

Google Translation into Bengali: পরের দিন আমরা হোটেলে ঘুরে এলাম। রোমান সময় থেকে খুব পুরানো ফুলদানি আছে. তাদের কাছে বিখ্যাত ব্যক্তিদের একটি ফটো গ্যালারিও রয়েছে যারা ইতিহাস জুড়ে কক্ষে থেকেছেন। হলটিতে একটি ক্রিসমাস ট্রি এবং একটি সুন্দর বাতি ছিল।

Google Translation into Chinese: 第二天我们参观了酒店。有非常古老的花瓶，来自罗马时代。他们还有一个照片库，展示了历史上曾入住过这些房间的名人。大厅里有一棵圣诞树和一盏漂亮的灯。

Google Translation into Korean: 다음날 우리는 호텔 투어를 했다. 로마 시대의 아주 오래된 꽃병이 있습니다. 그들은 또한 역사적으로 객실에 머물렀던 유명한 사람들의 사진 갤러리를 가지고 있습니다. 홀에는 크리스마스 트리와 아름다운 램프가 있었습니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: למחרת עשינו סיור במלון. יש אגרטלים ישנים מאוד, מהתקופה הרומית. יש להם גם גלריית תמונות של אנשים מפורסמים ששהו בחדרים לאורך ההיסטוריה. באולם היה עץ חג המולד ומנורה יפה.

Google Translation into Hindi: अगले दिन हमने होटल का भ्रमण किया। रोमन काल के बहुत पुराने फूलदान हैं। उनके पास प्रसिद्ध लोगों की एक फोटो गैलरी भी है जो पूरे इतिहास में कमरों में रहे हैं। हॉल में एक क्रिसमस ट्री और एक खूबसूरत लैम्प था।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Hari berikutnya kami melakukan tur hotel. Ada vas yang sangat tua, dari zaman Romawi. Mereka juga memiliki galeri foto orang-orang terkenal yang pernah tinggal di kamar sepanjang sejarah. Di aula ada pohon Natal dan lampu yang indah.

Google Translation into Japanese: 翌日、ホテルのツアーに参加しました。ローマ時代からの非常に古い花瓶があります。また、歴代の宿泊者の写真ギャラリーもあります。ホールにはクリスマスツリーと美しいランプがありました。

Google Translation into Malay: Keesokan harinya kami melawat hotel. Terdapat pasu yang sangat lama, dari zaman Rom. Mereka juga mempunyai galeri foto orang terkenal yang telah tinggal di bilik sepanjang sejarah. Di dalam dewan terdapat pokok Krismas dan lampu yang cantik.

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਅਗਲੇ ਦਿਨ ਅਸੀਂ ਹੋਟਲ ਦੀ ਸੈਰ ਕੀਤੀ। ਇੱਥੇ ਬਹੁਤ ਪੁਰਾਣੇ ਫੁੱਲਦਾਨ ਹਨ, ਰੋਮਨ ਸਮੇਂ ਤੋਂ. ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਕੋਲ ਮਸ਼ਹੂਰ ਲੋਕਾਂ ਦੀ ਫੋਟੋ ਗੈਲਰੀ ਵੀ ਹੈ ਜੋ ਇਤਿਹਾਸ ਦੌਰਾਨ ਕਮਰਿਆਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਰਹੇ ਹਨ। ਹਾਲ ਵਿੱਚ ਇੱਕ ਕ੍ਰਿਸਮਸ ਟ੍ਰੀ ਅਤੇ ਇੱਕ ਸੁੰਦਰ ਲੈਂਪ ਸੀ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: بله ورځ مو د هوټل څخه لیدنه وکړه. د رومن وخت څخه ډیر زاړه ګلدانونه شتون لري. دوی د مشهور خلکو عکس ګالري هم لري چې د تاریخ په اوږدو کې په خونو کې پاتې شوي. په تالار کې د کرسمس ونه او یو ښکلی څراغ و.

Google Translation into Persian: روز بعد گشتی در هتل زدیم. گلدان های بسیار قدیمی، مربوط به دوران رومیان وجود دارد. آنها همچنین یک گالری عکس از افراد مشهوری دارند که در طول تاریخ در اتاق ها اقامت داشته اند. در سالن یک درخت کریسمس و یک چراغ زیبا وجود داشت.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Kinabukasan ay naglibot kami sa hotel. May mga napakatandang plorera, mula sa panahon ng Romano. Mayroon din silang photo gallery ng mga sikat na tao na nanatili sa mga kuwarto sa buong kasaysayan. Sa bulwagan ay may isang Christmas tree at isang magandang lampara.

Google Translation into Thai: วันต่อมาเราพาชมโรงแรม มีแจกันเก่าแก่ตั้งแต่สมัยโรมัน พวกเขายังมีแกลเลอรีรูปภาพของบุคคลที่มีชื่อเสียงที่เคยอยู่ในห้องตลอดประวัติศาสตร์ ในห้องโถงมีต้นคริสต์มาสและโคมไฟที่สวยงาม

Google Translation into Urdu: اگلے دن ہم نے ہوٹل کی سیر کی۔ بہت پرانے گلدان ہیں، رومن دور سے۔ ان کے پاس مشہور لوگوں کی فوٹو گیلری بھی ہے جو پوری تاریخ میں کمروں میں رہ چکے ہیں۔ ہال میں ایک کرسمس ٹری اور ایک خوبصورت لیمپ تھا۔

#2022/12/09 #Al día siguiente dimos una vuelta por el interior del hotel. Hay algunos jarrones muy antiguos #de época de los romanos. También tienen una galería de fotografías de personas famosas que se han alojado en las habitaciones a lo largo de #The next day we took a tour inside the hotel. There are some very old vases #from the time of the Romans. They also have a photo gallery of famous people who have stayed in the rooms throughout history. In the hall t #Google translation into Italian:#Il giorno successivo abbiamo fatto un giro all'interno dell'hotel. Ci sono dei vasi molto antichi #del tempo dei romani. Hanno anche una galleria fotografica di personaggi famosi che hanno soggiornato nelle camere nel corso della storia.#Google Translation into Portuguese:#No dia seguinte fizemos um tour dentro do hotel. Existem alguns vasos muito antigos #do tempo dos romanos. Eles também têm uma galeria de fotos de pessoas famosas que se hospedaram nos quartos ao longo da história. No corred #Google Translation into French:#Le lendemain #nous avons fait un tour à l'intérieur de l'hôtel. Il y a des vases très anciens #du temps des Romains. Ils ont également une galerie de photos de personnages célèbres qui ont séjourné dans les chambres à travers l'histoi #il y avait un sapin de Noël et une belle lampe.#Google Translation into Arabic:#في اليوم التالي قمنا بجولة داخل الفندق. هناك مزهريات قديمة جدا من زمن الرومان. لديهم أيضًا معرض صور لأشخاص مشهورين أقاموا في الغرف عبر ال #Google Translation into German:#Am nächsten Tag machten wir eine Führung durch das Hotel. Es gibt sehr alte Vasen #aus der Zeit der Römer. Sie haben auch eine Fotogalerie berühmter Persönlichkeiten #die im Laufe der Geschichte in den Zimmern übernachtet haben. In der Halle gab es einen Weihnachtsbaum und eine schöne Lampe.#Google Translation into Albanisch:#Të nesërmen bëmë një vizitë në hotel. Ka vazo shumë të vjetra #të kohës romake. Ata gjithashtu kanë një galeri fotografish të njerëzve të famshëm që kanë qëndruar në dhoma gjatë historisë. Në sallë kish #Google Translation into Armenian:#Հաջորդ օրը շրջայց կատարեցինք հյուրանոցում։ Կան շատ հին ծաղկամաններ՝ հռոմեական ժամանակներից։ Նրանք նաև ունեն հայտնի մարդկանց լուսանկա #ովքեր մնացել են սենյակներում պատմության ընթացքում: Սրահում տոնածառ էր ու գեղեցիկ ճրագ։#Google Translation into Bulgarian:#На следващия ден направихме обиколка на хотела. Има много стари вази

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: IZ Byer Girl Collared White Faux Fur Quilted Coat Sz M(10-12).

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Cool Whip For Alex Manes, 10k

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Max Evans, Gregory Manes Additional Tags: Dog Tags, Military, Air Force, Mechanic Michael Guerin, Alex Manes Deserves Nice Things, Good Brother Gregory Manes, Good Brother Max Evans, Feel-good, Some angst, Lost Decade (Roswell New Mexico), Michael Guerin Loves Alex Manes, Alex Manes Loves Michael Guerin, POV Michael Guerin, Malex Secret Santa 2021, 12 Days of Malex 2021, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Vomiting, The Toolshed (Roswell New Mexico), Minor Noah Bracken/Isabel Evans | Isobel Evans, Kyle Valenti's Hubcaps, Mention of Wyatt Long, Therapy, Happy Ending, Pie, Christmas Dinner Summary:

Max takes drunk and battered Michael to work on a vehicle in the desert. The vehicle belongs to the military and Alex Manes is driving it. It's been 4 years since the last time Michael saw Alex. Michael cannot keep it together around Alex and Alex gifts him the dog tags from around his neck, citing that he's a non-combatant and doesn't need them. Years later, Gregory Manes knocks some facts about dog tags into Michael when he finds Alex's tags on Michael's rearview mirror. Michael learns to cherish Alex even more. Also, someone forgot to bring Alex's favorite pie topping to the Christmas party and Michael isn't having it. (And Alex reacts to Michael and the dog tags after dinner for a touching moment that's an angst/fluff frenzy.)

For @bloodspeckledraphael

Michael loudly swore when he felt the collision between the back of his head and the molding of the bench seat in the back of Max’s patrol car. He lifted a hand to cool metal before him to brace himself from getting the same punishment for his sweaty face. Then, closing his eyes, Michael told the spins to go away as the Deputy’s vehicle bumped along the desert road in the hours between midnight and dawn. At least, that’s where Michael put the time. He wasn’t entirely sure where or when he was, but he knew who was responsible for jarring him awake from his drunken stupor.

“Welcome back, Michael,” Deputy Max Evans said in his slow drawl. The beefed-up communications radio beside Max crackled with tidbits of typical late-night chatter as he navigated them out into the middle of nowhere. There were no tell-tale sights that Michael could surmise into a specific location. The moonlit hills of dirt and rock that plunged into darkness at their hardscrabble valleys in the distance.

“Are you finding your accommodations to be sufficient?” Max asked in a lofty tone as he surely meant to mock Michael. “May I get you a mint for your pillow?”

Snorting, Michael had a leering yet exhausted smile on his face when he leaned toward the steel links that made up the screen between him and the back of Max’s head. “You know Iz doesn’t fall for the mints and cologne anymore, and not with the amount I drank tonight.”

“She’s never fallen for them, Michael. It was more for Noah’s benefit than yours,” Max pointed out as the vehicle smoothly swung around a curve. The turn took them toward more darkness, more desert, and more dirt roads that were no good for the hangover sprouting up through Michael’s throat to dry his tongue and thump his head with a dull ache.

The eye-roll Michael gave behind Max was more a flutter of his lashes as he pushed away from Max and dropped back against the rigid polymer seat. The top rail of the mold, where it met the additional steel screen behind Michael, was particularly irritating. The rhythmic pain from hitting the piece with each bump made this long trip into the desert seem more like torture than a test of patience.

“Noah would fall for mints.”

Michael’s words came out as an afterthought before he realized why they might be out in the desert at this hour. But then, his sentences came in a rush.

“Shit, Max, are you bringing me out here because Isobel blacked out, again? Is that why you dragged me out of the drunk tank? Can you feel her?! Is she conscious?!”

Pushed up against the screen again, Michael was almost spitting on the back of Max’s seat. By contrast, Max was relaxed and had been the entire time, which confused and infuriated Michael’s addled brain.

“Isobel is fine,” Max replied with the hint of a chuckle. “And honestly, I’d rather not think about her consciousness because she’s staying at Noah’s tonight.”

“They’re having lots of premarital sex, and she’s making that boy into a man,” Michael said cooly without missing a beat. However, his dirty fingernails still surreptitiously pulled at the crosses of metal on the screen.

Max nodded, slow and stiff, at Michael’s words. Moments later, a large jeep covered in desert camouflage sprung up on the edge of the headlight beams.

“So, you do want me to fix a disabled vehicle?” Michael asked with light surprise.

Max nodded.

“Because it’s now Sunday, and there are no sober or working mechanics at this hour that you could bring out here?”

Max nodded again as Michael repeated what he initially believed was Max’s excuse to drag him out of jail. There was always time for another “lesson” about not making waves when you were an alien hiding among humans. The patrol car slowed as they got closer to the jeep, which was huge, and it didn’t take a clear mind to know this was a military-issue vehicle.

“They could’ve easily gotten a tow back to Base, Max. So what’s going on?”

Having already put the car in neutral, Max pushed a button on the dash that kept the engine running and grabbed the keys and his white Stetson. He then opened the door and stepped out with a sigh, and something mumbled under his breath that Michael didn’t catch.

“Hey! I’m not going to be a mechanic for Chaves County and the Air Force unless I know why!”

When Michael started shouting, Max shut the driver’s side door and walked into the headlight beams with his bow-legged Deputy stance. Michael was equal parts annoyed and tired at the white knight stereotype.

Scooting back, Michael focused on the door handle outside of the polymer and steel prison of the patrol car. Michael refused to be distracted when the driver’s door on the military jeep opened, and someone of average height and slim build hit the ground boots-first. Max went toward the airman with an outstretched hand. There was a brief pause before the airman met Max’s hand with his own for a shake and stepped into the headlight beams as well.

Michael’s head jerked, and the steel screens gave agitated rattles in their frames. He could recognize Alex Manes in those disgusting desert fatigues without a hint of the beautiful man’s face in the light to confirm his presence. The way he stood and carried himself, and the way Michael was suddenly a caged animal in the Deputy’s car. That damn uniform, though! The one that Alex had sworn to Michael he wasn’t going to wear. That he would pursue his music career and not do this to himself, Alex had never wanted to be a Manes Man. How quickly those plans had changed with Michael’s presence in Jesse Manes’ toolshed.

But Michael couldn’t bear to look away.

Not wanting to close his eyes or even blink and miss the sight of Alex Manes before him, Michael stared ahead. He watched as Alex flashed a brilliant and oh-so-rare smile at Max as they undoubtedly made greetings like the old friends they were. How wonderful for them. They could be seen in public together. No one would question Alex’s motivations when he was with someone like Max Evans.

Then, Alex walked toward the car.

Michael’s chest tightened and began to ache with each new breath as he tried to catch them. Pining for love lost was going to kill him one day. Michael knew it. He also knew Alex probably couldn’t see him in the dark in the back of the cruiser, but he still felt like they were meeting gazes, and Michael was on high alert for Alex’s sake.

Michael hadn’t told a single person that he’d been with Alex Manes nor that it had been a romantic, sexual, and emotional relationship. An abuse survivor relationship. His healthy or unhealthy relationship with a lover wasn’t anyone’s business, not even Max and Isobel. Michael was also confident that Alex didn’t want his friends, coworkers, and ranking officers to know he was gay. Nor would Alex like to acknowledge that this thing between him and Michael was never going away. Michael refused to become a memory. He didn’t care how many times Alex left and broke him again. Maybe, someday Michael would get a handle on how Alex made him feel physical pain with a mere glance or word. After Michael’s years in abusive foster homes and being around neglectful guardians, he figured he should have no problem numbing himself to this pain, too. If only that were how this pain worked.

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HD'S FESTIVE ADVENT CALENDAR DAY 5: K-POP PLAYLIST INSPIRED BY THE CAROL 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS! 🌳🕊💍🦢💃🎵

Hey everybody! How are you all doing? I can't quite believe that it's the 5th of December already! ONLY 20 MORE SLEEPS TILL CHRISTMAS! I'm SO EXCITED!

Today I thought I'd post something a bit different. I've created a playlist inspired by all the items listed in the carol 12 days of Christmas. It was honestly so much fun to make and I got to listen to a few new artists as well whilst I was compiling this list!

Anyway I hope you have fun listening to this compilation and maybe find some new songs/ artists that you've not heard of before!

Let's get this party started! FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAAA!

🌳 A partridge in a pear tree

Tree Only Look At You By (너의 나무) Heize (헤이즈) ft Jooyoung

Pine Tree (소나무) By Wanna One

나무 (Tree) By 카더가든 (Car, the garden)

Wish Tree By Red Velvet

🕊 2 Turtle Doves

Turtle By Twice

🐓 3 French Hens

Chicken Noodle Soup By J-Hope ft. Becky G

Paris By 오반 (OVAN), 런치 (LUNCH)

🐦 4 Colly Birds (Calling Birds)

Call By Sunmi

Bird By NAMJOO (APINK)

Bird By HA SUNG WOON (하성운)

Blue Bird By Solar (솔라)

Little Bird By BoA (보아)

The Blue Bird (파랑새) By APRIL (에이프릴)

Call Me Maybe True Beauty OST Part.1 By SAya (사야) (Just sayin' this is such a TUUUUNE! I absolutely love this song so so much!)

Call It Love By 청하 (CHUNGHA)

'What Do I Call You' By TAEYEON 태연

Morning Call 모닝콜 By HYOLYN 효린

DON’T CALL ME AGAIN By TWICE

When You Call My Name By ASTRO

내 이름을 불러줘 (Call My Name) By 김동한 (Kim Dong Han)

💍 5 Gold rings

Ring Ring By Rocket Punch

Gold By Wanna One (워너원)

🦢 6 geese-a-laying

Golden Goose By A.C.E (에이스)

🦢 7 swans-a-swimming

Swim Away By Sejeong

Swim 수영해 By 유라 Youra

Secret Story of the Swan (환상동화) By IZ*ONE (아이즈원)

Black Swan By BTS

Swan By Oh My Girl 오마이걸

Swimming By Im Hyunsik from BTOB

Sukhumvit Swimming (스쿰빗스위밍) By ONF (온앤오프)

Swim [수영해] By Bobby

🥛 8 maids-a-milking

Milk (우유) By EXID (이엑스아이디) Hani Solo

Milkshake By Red Velvet

Milky Way By Red Velvet

Milky Way By Golden Child

💃💃💃 9 ladies dancing

Permission To Dance By BTS

D-D-DANCE By IZ*ONE

Dance The Night Away By TWICE

Dun Dun Dance By Oh My Girl

Last Dance By G-Idle

Ladies Night By Red Velvet

Last Waltz By Twice

Dance On My Own By Loona

Dance In The Moonlight By Berrygood

D.D.D By The Boyz

Last Dance By Treasure

Dancing Till We Drop By The Boyz

Dance With Us (춤을 출 거야) By SF9

My Lady By BTOB

LADY (내일해) By EXID

LADY By Golden Child 골든차일드

Still My Lady (여전히 예뻐) By SF9

Lady By After School 애프터스쿨

Ugly Dance (춤춰) By ONF

Let Me Dance By EVERGLOW

Let’s Dance (신난다) By B-Ryong (비룡) (SSAK3) Feat. Mamamoo (마마무)

DANCE FOR TWO (둘만의 춤) By AB6IX

Let’s Dance By Super Junior

Dance Dance By Day6

I Just Wanna Dance By Tiffany

'I’m In the Mood for Dancing' [True Beauty OST Part 2] By GFRIEND 'Yuju'

🤵 10 lords-a-leaping

Jumpin’ By Red Velvet

Jump By BTS

Jopping By SuperM

방방 뛰어 Fanatic By SF9 (방방 뛰어 = To Jump around excitedly)

Gentleman By SF9

📯 11 pipers piping

Pied Piper By BTS

🥁 12 drummers drumming

Hit that drum By Red Velvet

Drummer Boy By APINK

Happy Listening Everyone! X

Notes: Gifs not created by me. All credit should go to the original creator. I just searched for them on tumblr!

#kpop #kpop playlist #SF9 #red velvet #mamamoo #TWICE #Korean music #HD'S FESTIVE ADVENT CALENDAR DAY 5

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12 days of Malex Gift!

My gift this year is for Phoenix

Hope you enjoy it!

You can also view it here on AO3!

Cold creeped in through the metal of the truck’s cab despite the Chevy’s best efforts to pump heat directly from Satan’s most fiery pit onto Alex and Michael’s shins. Alex watched the plowed snow mounds and dark evergreen trees pass by his window as the approaching dark turned everything from blue, white, and green into shades of grey. Alex had never had a snowy Christmas or even snow that stayed around longer than a day or two at best. He’d never been skiing or snowboarding with a youth group for spring break or been posted somewhere blanketed in snow during a long cold winter. His life always seemed to hand him deserts, sand, and too-hot asphalt. So even with the world turning into sparkling greys and blacks, he was enchanted by everything he and Michael drove past on their way up to the cabin Isobel and Kyle had rented for a Christmas getaway. Things at the hospital had turned hectic and Kyle had found out a week before the big holiday that he wouldn’t be able to get away as planned. Isobel, in an act of magnanimacy, had offered the cabin to Michael and Alex for the holiday weekend instead of letting go of the rental and they’d jumped at the chance to get away from the suffocating, over-enthusiastic shows of holiday spirit they’d been enduring since December 1st.

“They really were serious about getting away,” Michael commented, squinting a little as he concentrated on the road ahead of them. Alex was supposed to be helping him look for a little red sign that said “Santa’s Vacation Home”. He’d rolled his eyes at the name, but when Isobel had shown him the AirBnB listing, he’d secretly wondered how nice a gift he should be getting her for Christmas. (“Oh, don’t worry about it. We’re the first guests so we got it at a really reasonable rate in the hopes we’d leave glowing reviews!”) She’d looked at him and Michael with a knowing smile when they’d jumped at the chance to get away without first hearing the details.

It wasn’t that he or Michael hated Christmas. In a couple years, they may too have a couple ugly Christmas sweaters in their closet and a favorite Christmas karaoke tune, but after Jesse’s and Louise’s death, it felt like a little too much effort to smile and fake it for their friends.

“Wait- is that it ahead?” Alex piped up, his eyes catching on something red half buried by a snow mound.

“Maybe?” Michael said uncertainly. He slowed the truck as they approached and they both squinted out of the windows. Between the increasing darkness and the shadows of the forest around them, it was impossible to make out anything from where they sat.

“Let me go see,” Alex offered, hand already on the door handle to climb out of the truck.

“No, wait! It might be slick out there, let me go--”

“I’ll be fine, Guerin. I’ll go slow,” Alex snapped, annoyed at the unspoken assertion that Alex couldn’t handle himself. Michael held up his hands and pressed his lips shut in retreat. Alex wanted to feel bad, did feel bad about snapping, but he hated being coddled because of his leg. Michael usually wasn’t one to say anything, but Alex might have been feeling a little touchy since he’d misstepped earlier that day before Michael had picked him up for the long trip to the mountains and twisted his knee. It’d been smarting ever since and Alex took that as a personal challenge to push through it and prove that he wasn’t hurt. He knew he was being bull-headed, but he didn’t want to ruin their first vacation away together since reuniting by letting his leg get to him.

As soon as he put his full weight down on his legs he regretted being a hard-headed, stubborn idiot. His knee felt stiff and swollen under his sleeve and he was already grimacing at how it would feel when he was able to take off his prosthesis later. He took a tentative step forward and his leg barked like an untrained dog. Alex grit his teeth and took another step and then another, navigating the mostly dry asphalt to stand in front of the red sign. He brushed some of the snow off with his bare hand and saw “Santa’s Vacation Home” in white lettering. He turned and gave Michael a thumbs-up and Michael pulled the truck into the drive and waited for Alex to limp his way over to the passenger side and climb in. It was too much to expect that Michael, who wouldn’t look away at the worst of times, would not have noticed Alex’s lop-sided gait.

“Your leg hurting?” Michael asked, shooting him a worried look before putting the truck back into drive and starting up the partially covered driveway.

“A little,” Alex confessed grumpily. There was no way he’d be able to hide his injury from Michael as soon as they got into the house. He was mentally hoping the place had some Ibuprofen. He didn’t want to bring out the heavy hitter painkillers in his bag unless he absolutely had to.

“Well, we’re almost there. This place had a jacuzzi tub, right? Maybe we can take a bath and it’ll help soothe the muscle or something?” Michael suggested. The faint sexual suggestion under the offer was lost behind the tension in Michael’s voice as he navigated around some deep ruts in the driveway.

“Yeah, maybe,” Alex agreed, hand going up for the ‘Oh Shit’ grab handle on the truck's ceiling and not finding one. The jostling was not helping the pain in his leg so he flattened his hand against the roof as he tried to brace himself against the bouncing as they rolled forward. No matter how slow Michael drove, it seemed they were always moving too fast to keep from jarring themselves. They fell silent as they continued down the drive until a few winking lights finally came into view. Anticipation filled the trucks cab as they pulled closer to the welcoming glow until they were parked in front of an A-Frame cabin built against the side of a hill. The cabin had a circle driveway that allowed Michael to pull the truck up close to the front entrance. The convenience was appreciated after the rough ride. As soon as Michael cut the engine the cold started leaching through the metal frame to steal away the heat.

“Iz said it would be unlocked with a key under the mat if we needed it,” Michael repeated from memory. “You wanna go ahead and go in and check it out while I get the bags?”

“I can get my own bag,” Alex started hotly, unbuckling his safety belt and pushing it to the side. Michael held up his hands again to stop his protest before he got too far in.

“Alex, I know you can. You’re a very, very capable individual that I have no doubt could walk across glass without flinching, but you don’t have to. Let me just save your knee the extra ten pounds this once and you can get me back by bench pressing me in bed or something,” Michael said, ending with a joke to try and lessen the tension in Alex’s shoulders. Alex stared at him for a moment unflinching and then a small smile creased one corner of his mouth.

“Bench press you in bed?” he questioned, trying to hold back a full fledged grin and failing miserably.

“I said what I said,” Michael retorted with a huff, leaning back into his seat and crossing his arms in mock offense. Alex snorted in amusement leaned across the bench seat, placing a quick, loud kiss on Michael’s cheek in apology.

“You’d like that too much,” he answered before scooting back to his side of the bench and opening the truck door.

“You bet your ass I would,” Michael called after him, opening his own door and stepping out into the frigid night air. He pulled a pair of gloves out of his pocket and shoved his hands into them quickly before hunching his shoulders and leaning over the side of the truck to grab his and Alex’s overnight bags. Alex had already limped his way up to the door and Michael watched him open it and step into the golden glow of the house. He hurried behind him thinking about how warm it looked in the house versus out there in the snow and ice.

As soon as he stepped in, Michael felt the warmth of the house envelope him. He gently kicked the door shut behind him and stood still in the entryway, eyes closed and head tilted back as he soaked in the heat. He’d never understand why people willingly sought out colder climates when they could be warm.

“You going to stand there all night?” Alex called from further inside. Michael opened his eyes and looked in the direction he thought he’d heard the voice. Alex was standing at the end of the entryway. He had his hands in his pocket and was trying his best to look casual, but Michael noted that most of his weight was shifted onto his left leg.Despite that, he looked good and Michael had to take a personal moment to shake the stars from his eyes as he looked him over. Alex’s good looks never failed to take him off guard when he least expected it.

“Which way to the bedroom?” Michael asked, hefting the bags up by his side. Alex nodded towards a staircase a few feet from the inside of the door. Michael went and dropped the bags onto the bottom two stairs and then turned to look at Alex.

“Have you looked around the whole place yet?” Michael asked teasingly, knowing Alex probably hadn’t made it any further than where he was standing. Michael hadn’t been that far behind him getting into the house and while the cabin was small, he didn’t think Alex would purposefully leave him out of the fun of exploring.

"No, but come look at what the owners left us," Alex said, jerking his head behind him before turning on his heel slowly and leading the way further into the cabin. Michael watched him and despite the limp, he looked as good as ever in his dark blue jeans and black leather jacket. ‘That ass…’ Michael admired wistfully to himself.

Alex disappeared around a corner and Michael shook himself out of his admiration of Alex's many fine assets to follow him. He peeled off his gloves and stuffed them into his pocket while moving in the direction Alex had disappeared. The covered entryway opened into one great room. It had cathedral ceilings with the back wall of the cabin nothing but windows that looked out onto the dark, snow covered forest beyond. Michael could faintly make out some stars through the trees and it made him feel a little less claustrophobic in the press of the forest. There was a large stone fireplace in the far corner of the room with a leather sectional couch in front of it with faux fur throws thrown artfully over it in chocolate browns, greys, and creams. Michael turned his head and found Alex waiting at him behind a dark granite topped kitchen island. There were two bowls and some jars of sugar and flour huddled together on the top with a red bow and ribbon surrounding them. Alex was looking over a piece of paper and Michael walked up behind him to read over his shoulder.

"Gingerbread?" Michael asked in surprise, eyes looking over what he realized were ingredients sitting on the counter in front of him. He chuckled to himself and Alex looked over at his shoulder at him in curiosity.

"Does gingerbread mean something different to you than it does to me?" Alex asked, smiling at the soft, amused look on Michael’s face.

"Isobel and I always make lewd gingerbread men for Christmas. We have since high school. It's the one Christmas tradition I have," Michael explained, gently taking the paper from Alex’s hand. "Though this isn't her recipe. It's similar, but she adds more cinnamon and a little cayenne for a kick."

"Wait! What are lewd gingerbread men?" Alex asked, turning his body to lean his right side against the island and pinning Michael with a suspicious look.

"We'd pipe dicks and boobs and ball gags and stuff on then. Sometimes we'd make them with candy. Red hots for the balls, Mike ‘n Ikes for the penises, trimmed down dried apricots for the vulvas..." Michael explained with a mischievous grin. Alex snickered into Michael's shoulder appreciatively.

"Are you two really thirteen at heart?" Alex asked, eyes still bright with mirth.

"Parts of us. The rest are fully matured as you well know," Michael said, setting the recipe down and stepping closer into Alex's space, his hand sneaking under the leather jacket to grasp at Alex’s waist.

"Want to make some cookies?" Alex asked, pretty sure Michael was already distracted from baking by the way he'd started trailing kisses down Alex's jaw towards his neck.

"Maybe later. Let's go check out the bedroom and get you into something more comfortable?" Michael's voice sent shivers of pleasure down Alex’s spine.

"I don't know if I can do those stairs right now," Alex admitted apologetically, wrapping his arms affectionately around Michael's neck and leaning closer to let their bodies press into each other. "But that couch looks pretty damn comfortable, so maybe we could….?"

He trailed off when Michael’s grasp changed on his waist, moving to slip under the dark grey cabled sweater he wore under his jacket. Alex felt a sigh leave his body unconsciously at how good it felt to have Michael’s warm hands against his skin and then Michael’s lips were on his, first tender and then with more ardor as Alex opened his mouth and invited him in. Alex pushed himself harder against Michael’s body and Michael responded by tightening his arms around him in return.

"Fuck, Michael," Alex gasped as Michael moved his mouth from his to return to his jaw and neck but with tongue and teeth, leaving delicious stinging kisses that made Alex feel on fire inside. Michael's hands smoothed down Alex’s body until he was gripping his ass, hands kneading the muscles and making Alex feel weak in the knees. He was melting into the sensations Michael was evoking in him, his fingers tangled into Michael’s curls, and then he was whispering something into Alex’s ear.

"What?" Alex asked, reluctant to come out of the warm head space he’d been floating in.

"I said 'Hold on'," Michael repeated with a grin in his voice. Alex had only a moment to feel confused before Michael's body was ducking down and Alex felt his strong hands gripping the backs of his thighs and then lifting him. On reflex, he wrapped his legs around Michael's waist and tightened his hold on his shoulders, a shout of surprise knocked loose from him at unexpected action.

"What are you doing?!" Alex exclaimed, leaning back as far as he could without disrupting their balance and the hold Michael had on him. He fought his knee jerk reaction to fight against the hold.If anyone else had done this, he would've rather fallen to the floor in a fit of pride than let someone carry him, but it was Michael… and Michael would always be the exception to his finely honed, well defined rules of how much he would allow someone else to give to him, how much he would allow someone else to love him. In fact, Alex didn't like to admit to anyone, sometimes even himself, how much he loved when Michael manhandled him like this.

“As nice as that couch is, we haven’t seen the whole place yet and I really wanna see the bedroom right now,” Michael responded, his eyes dark. “So why don’t you get a good grip on me, just like the one I’ve got on you, and we’ll go tour the upstairs together. Maybe get naked and mess up the sheets before dinner.”

He emphasized his words by flexing his hands against Alex’s ass where they’d naturally gravitated to “for balance”. Alex smiled and shook his head slowly at Michael’s ridiculousness even as Michael turned them and started to make his way back to the stairs and up to the bedroom. Alex held on tightly with his thighs, letting his hands continue to run through Michael’s hair as he ascended towards the bedroom loft area. Once they cleared the half wall, Alex’s heart gave a little lurch of surprise. He felt his mouth drop at how gorgeous the bedroom was. A sleigh style, king-sized bed dominated most of the bedroom, with thick, dark espresso blankets and another brown and grey mottled faux fur blanket artfully draped on it. There were also so many pillows which looked amazing in their matching and complementary tones, but seemed excessive in number for someone like Alex who was happy to have one old, mostly flat pillow under his head. They rounded the corner onto the landing and the view of the rest of the bedroom was blocked and Alex got to appreciate the view of the rest of the cabin from upstairs.

Alex expected Michael to put him down now that they’d made it upstairs, but he kept walking unil Alex felt his back hitting the mattress. He opened his mouth to say something, but Michael immediately started kissing him again, pushing their bodies until they were both sprawled diagonally across the mattress. Alex let himself be arranged, enjoying the feeling of Michael taking care of him.

They both started pushing off their jackets, tossing them unceremoniously off the side of the bed, lips barely parting as they began to paw at the hems of each other’s shirts. They did have to part to take those off and Michael felt a laugh bubbling out of him as he started working on his own jeans while Alex did the same with his. They were scrabbling out of their clothes like teenagers with a curfew.

“What’s so funny?” Alex asked, a little breathless and already looking deliciously tousled as he squirmed shirtless on the bed, pushing at his jeans and underwear. Michael laughed again before leaning down to give Alex a reassuring kiss before answering.

“I was only half joking about messing up the sheets, but then I saw this bed and couldn’t stop myself. You’re really very distracting, especially when you’re pressed against me, letting me carry you, and you’re playing with my hair. Think I just developed a very specific kink in the last five minutes,” Michael explained, abandoning his own pants on the floor and reaching forward to take over dragging Alex’s down his thighs. He quickly disengaged Alex’s prosthesis and set it down on the floor by the bed before stripping him completely naked.

“Fuck… I hate the military, but I love what it’s done to your body,” Michael breathed, bending down and licking a broad stripe up the center valley where Alex’s abdominal muscles were flexed. Alex laughed and knocked his right leg against Michael’s arm pointedly.

“All the things it’s done to my body?” Alex asked and Michael tensed, realizing what he’d just said. Michael looked up at Alex to see he still had a smile on his face and Michael relaxed as he realized he was teasing him. Michael grabbed Alex’s leg and lifted it, placing it flat along the line of his body. He could tell by the way Alex gasped that the move was not only unexpected, but that he could feel exactly how turned on Michael was by their activities. Michael held his gaze for a moment before bending his head to place slow, deliberate kisses down what was left of Alex’s calf, to his knee, and then grazed his teeth at the beginning of his thigh, drawing a gasp from Alex that made his body throb in response. His hand preceded his descent down Alex’s leg and he could feel the small quivers the muscles gave as he kept moving further and further down. Michael gave a quick check and could see that Alex was still hard against his stomach. He internally gave a sigh of relief that he’d apparently chosen the right thing to do. Alex could tease all he wanted and act like his leg wasn’t a big deal, but Michael knew he still held some aesthetic insecurities about it when they were intimate together.

“Way to avoid a question,” Alex teased when Michael was only a couple inches from the crease between his thigh and groin. Michael looked up Alex’s body and grinned. He smoothly maneuvered Alex’s leg off his shoulder and back to where the knee joint naturally cradled his hip. Michael moved up and hovered over Alex’s mouth, locking his eyes with Alex’s, giving him a moment to appreciate all the wonderfully intimate ways they fit against each other before speaking.

“I may not say it enough, but I hope you know that I love every, single, fucking, inch of you, past and present.” Michael paused after speaking, watching Alex try to shy away from what he was saying. Michael watched him open his mouth, ready to say something derisive or self-deprecating, but then stop himself. He closed his eyes and Michael watched Alex center himself underneath him, breath through the voices that were obviously in his head and push them out for the time being. It was breathtaking to watch. When he opened his eyes again, Michael smiled down at him. “You are the strongest person I know, and I know some strong ass people.”

“Michael,” Alex said, a note of pleading in his voice. He was reaching the limit of compliments he’d be able to take and Michael knew it so he backed off. As much as he wanted to press every reverent feeling of love and admiration into Alex’s very soul with his words and body, he knew as well as anyone that Alex had to be ready to accept it.

“Now where were we?” Michael asked, rolling his hips playfully and sparking a wave of pleasure between their bodies. Alex sighed and rolled his hips in retaliation, his lip caught between his teeth, and making Michael groan at the picture he made. They moved against each other like teenagers, their bodies molding against each other for the best friction as their mouths devoured one another. It was quick and messy, keyed up as they were, and at the end of it they laid next to each other, breathing deeply. They were on their backs, shoulders pressed to one another and staring through the sky light at the stars above them.

“We should clean up,” Alex commented, though he reached out his pinky to hook onto Michael’s next to him. Michael curled his pinky with Alex’s and smiled before turning over onto his side to fully face Alex. Alex mirrored him, a small smile on his own face. Michael reached out and ran his fingers through Alex’s hair, smoothing out some of the strands that were standing up messily. He sighed and rested his hand on the smooth skin of Alex’s neck, letting his head hang down to rest on the mattress. He loved this man so much it scared him and if he kept looking at him, Michael knew they’d just end up getting messy again.

“I”ll go get the rag. Then we’ll go make lewd gingerbread men, right?” Michael asked, unable to keep his hand still on Alex’s neck and running his fingers over his jaw as he waited for his answer.

“Not if you keep touching me like that we won’t,” Alex replied on a shaky breath when Michael traced his kiss-swollen bottom lip with his thumb. “And I think we should make them. Send pictures to Isobel as a thank you for this weekend.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely going to owe her next Christmas,” Michael agreed. He pulled his hand away reluctantly and sat up. He got up and found his pants on the floor. He dug his phone out of his pants pocket before heading towards the bathroom for a warm rag. He looked over his shoulder at Alex who had rolled back onto his back and was staring once more at the sky. If ever there was a moment he knew he was well and truly gone for Alex Manes, this might have been it. He forced himself to unlock and look at his phone, bringing up his messenger app.

<Michael> Hey Iz, Alex and I got to the cabin. Thanks for this. It’s really something. The owners left stuff to make gingerbread with, recipe and all. <Izzy> Ooooo, making lewd gingerbread men without me? <Michael> Only if it’s okay with you. I know that’s *our* thing and all… <Izzy> Only if I can make them with Kyle when he gets off work. <Michael> It’s a deal. <Izzy> Send me pictures? <Michael> Duh. Merry Christmas, Iz. Love you. <Izzy> Merry Christmas, Michael. Love you too!

THE END!

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List of IGSTORY Tutorials by katejuseyo:

• (Total of 194- as of 04/23/21)

ANIME

1. Your Name- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLB7KK/

2. Hotarubi No Mori E- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQX7h/

3. Spirited Away- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLExwu/

KDRAMA

1. Full House (ost)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLHb1A/

2. Crash Landing On You (1: removed sound)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLBky9/

3. Scarlet Heart Ryeo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLSB1K/

4. The Heirs- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLB6Wq/

5. Reply1988- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLkjUU/

6. Romantic Doctor 2- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLYx1g/

7. Hotel Del Luna- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLve6f/

8. Stairway to Heaven- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLwudP/

9. It’s Okay Not To Be Okay- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLCTs2/

10. Descendants of The Sun- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJrRo/

11. W: Two Worlds Apart- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLnJ3R/

12. Extraordinary You- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLXrfA/

13. I Am Not A Robot- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLt7wc/

14. The King: Eternal Monarch- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLcEcm/

15. Start Up- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJQN4/

16. Goblin- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLGn1X/

17. While You Were Sleeping- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLv94P/

18. Uncontrollably Fond- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN1Ecr/

19. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN1RXD/

20. Love Alarm- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJF31/

21. Dream High- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLXJyy/

22. Fight For My Way- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQYNE/

23. Tale of Nine Tailed- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLsJG8/

24. Kill Me, Heal Me- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLnXt1/

25. K2- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLgUJo/

26. Itaewon Class- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLTMKS/

27. What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLnMDK/

28. Coffee Prince- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLCw5P/

29. Legend of the Blue Sea- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvXe6/

30. Boys Over Flowers (1)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYs8T5/

31. Boys Over Flowers (2)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYDX7m/

32. Pinocchio- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYsREd/

33. Hwayugi- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYpPLN/

34. Crash Landing On You (2)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYSBSN/

35. Crash Landing On You (1: re-uploaded with sound)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYpUDt/

36. Backstreet Rookie- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnY5jMN/

37. Who Are You: School 2015- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYaqdp/

38. True Beauty- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYHjPT/

39. Hospital Playlist- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSvC6CpT/

40. The Penthouse: War In Life- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSc5B8qA/

41. Mr. Queen- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJBYdmem/

KPOP GROUPS

1. EXO- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLtMo2/

2. BTS - https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvGKw/

3. TWICE- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLXytB/

4. BIGBANG- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL7reR/

5. BLACKPINK- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLqakE/

6. TREASURE- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLWAdq/

7. RED VELVET- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLstLn/

8. IKON- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLtcWF/

9. ITZY- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLgPAe/

10. NCT- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLVUdL/

11. GOT7- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQdgF/

12. SEVENTEEN- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLpLLn/

13. TXT- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLpHKA/

14. IZ*ONE- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLv9PF/

15. STRAY KIDS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLpukt/

16. CRAVITY- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN1SMB/

17. MONSTA X- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLWMB6/

18. THE BOYZ- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLpr1H/

19. GFRIEND- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL3nqW/

20. GIRLS GENERATION/SNSD- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLoFBF/

21. 2NE1- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLwbcX/

22. X1- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLv9u2/

23. ATEEZ- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNhSsm/

24. K.A.R.D- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYXcP8/

25. AESPA- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYxG2S/

26. WANNA ONE- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYuYVe/

27. BTOB- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYQTHD/

28. WINNER- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYA7qm/

29. SUPERM- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYVobp/

30. ENHYPEN- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYVoAJ/

31. PENTAGON- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnY9aNA/

32. MISS A- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSc5esT5/

OPM

1. Ulap by Rob Deniel- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLP2th/

2. Gabi by Rob Deniel- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLhvLp/

3. KLWKN by Music Hero (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLMoCS/

4. Pasensya Ka Na by Silent Sanctuary (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLBYyF/

5. Captivated by IVOS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLusyB/

6. Araw-Araw by Ben&Ben (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLYa3F/

7. The Day You Said Goodnight by Hale- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLSg6v/

8. Sa Susunod Na Habang Buhay by Ben&Ben (1)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLL5fn/

9. Migraine by Moonstar88 (concert type)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLyJB2/

10. Paalam by Moira and Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLLDts/

11. Leaves by Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLFmeL/

12. Home by Reese Lansangan (ldr)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLhE1C/

13. Ride Home by Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLABGx/

14. Higa by Arthur Nery- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLHV7e/

15. Una’t Huling Pag-ibig by Yeng Constantino- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLN14M/

16. Mundo by IVOS (break up ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLN7CW/

17. Araw-Araw by Ben&Ben (2)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL2gB8/

18. Balang Araw by I Belong To The Zoo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLAhqr/

19. Hanggang Sa Huli by SB19- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLfYHc/

20. Dulo ng Hangganan by IVOS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLb8Y1/

21. Your Universe by Rico Blanco- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQXLe/

22. Tulog Na by Sugarfree (Beloved Abe ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLWyWy/

23. Lifetime by Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLwFw1/

24. Take Her To The Moon For Me by Moira- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQ11X/

25. I’ll Never Go by Erik Santos- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvChE/

26. Your Song by Parokya Ni Edgar- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJfcY/

27. 12:51 by Krissy and Ericka- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLxnhS/

28. Basta Mahal Kita by This Band- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLXG9H/

29. Kabilang Buhay by Bandang Lapis- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLCuPu/

30. I Need You More Today by Caleb Santos (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLwfUF/

31. Ala-Ala by MM Madrigal (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvYbj/

32. Di Ka Sayang by Ben&Ben- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLp7uJ/

33. Hindi Tayo Pwede by The Juans- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLx5Sw/

34. Araw-Araw by Ben&Ben (3: paskuhan/concert type)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL3mC1/

35. Kahit Kunwari Man Lang by Agsunta (waiting for someone)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLvALN/

36. Sleep Tonight by December Avenue- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYPYby/

37. Ako Naman Muna by Angela Ken (self love)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYuDxA/

38. Sa Susunod Na Habang Buhay by Ben&Ben (2: MV inspired)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYquVU/

39. Sana by I Belong To The Zoo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnrQuPq/

40. Midnight Sky by Unique Salonga- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSWMYpyJ/

41. Ikaw Lamang by Silent Sanctuary- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSWoh9ju/

42. Synesthesia by Mayonnaise- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS7f7T6R/

43. With A Smile by Eraserheads- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSvCPKng/

44. Binibini by Zack Tabuldo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJBFEU2u/

45. Nangangamba by Zack Tabuldo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJBYedo2/

OTHER BANDS/GROUPS:

1. SB19- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnFEKaL/

2. ONE DIRECTION- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYayrH/

3. LITTLE MIX- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYg2Sd/

OTHER SERIES/MOVIES

1. Meteor Garden 2018- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLoS2W/

2. 2gether: The Series- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL78WY/

3. Meteor Garden 2001- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLcJmW/

4. Love O2O- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQvkK/

5. The Hows of Us- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL42LF/

6. A Love So Beautiful- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYQaeA/

OTHERS

1. LDR (Romance by Choi Sang Yeop & Jo Eun Ae)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLDvtk/

2. Somebody Out There by Rocket to the Moon- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLjWcy/

3. The One That Got Away by Katy Perry- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLyaxv/

4. Lemonade by Jeremy Passion- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLUm2P/

5. Payphone by Maroon 5 (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLktUL/

6. Run by BTS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL943F/

7. Tonight by FM Static (rooftop scene)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLfvAT/

8. Christmas (1: It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas by Michael Bublé)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL5WCD/

9. Beach with Friends- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLhKbp/

10. On Bended Knee by Boyz II Men (Kris Lawrence ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLN7hJ/

11. Coffee Date (Best Part)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL2GSh/

12. Barkada (Awit ng Kabataan by Rivermaya)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL7pNm/

13. Province Life (Bukid by Jong)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN1XeE/

14. City Life (This City by Sam Fischer)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLCS3L/

15. Break Up Scene (EDSA by Moira)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLp5y4/

16. Library Date (Pagtingin by Ben&Ben)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLQwdX/

17. Maybe This Time by Michael Murphy (Sarah Geronimo ver.)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJr5C/

18. Statue by Lil’ Eddie- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLomK5/

19. One Sided Love (Bestfriend by Rex Orange Country)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL3HA3/

20. Sanctuary by Joji- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNJywg/

21. Marry Me by Jason Derulo- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLEcBX/

22. You by Carpenters- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLW1uM/

23. Garden Date (Ikaw at Ako by TJ Monterde)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLKdUa/

24. LGBT (At My Worst by Pink Sweat$)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLoFFG/

25. Love Story by Taylor Swift- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLg6rk/

26. Vampire (Decode by Paramore)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLweFn/

27. Malibu Nights by LANY (concert type)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLcMm5/

28. Complete Family (Family is Forever by ABS-CBN Music All Star)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnN178N/

29. Robbers by The 1975- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLnW1F/

30. Praise You In This Storm by Casting Crowns- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLEfX8/

31. Mirrors by Justin Timberlake (Radio Edit)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnY5QKC/

32. Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnL4E3D/

33. Moment of Truth by FM Static- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnLWCCe/

34. 13 by LANY- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNrx5E/

35. Spring Day by BTS- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnNrx5E/

36. That Should Be Me by Justin Bieber (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYURpn/

37. Mata Ke Hati by HIVI! (DaHyo Couple)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYxUVW/

38. ILYSB by LANY- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYCnWj/

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42. Harry Potter (HP Theme Song)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYuUQg/

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45. Huling Sayaw by Kamikazee ft. Kyla- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnYa4Ea/

46. Yellow by Coldplay (slowed)- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSnjTff8/

47. First Snow by EXO- https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSWFEDYb/

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iznsfw · 5 months

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IZ Days of Christmas 2023

This is a masterlist of all my stories under the series of IZ Days of Christmas.

It is a series done as a challenge to myself to post a corresponding smut for each IZ*ONE member for twelve days of December, starting from the fourteenth of December to the twenty-fifth.

🎄 Day 1 - Kwon Eunbi

Trouvaille

🎄 Day 2 - Miyawaki Sakura

Here, Kitty, Kitty!

🎄 Day 3 - Kang Hyewon

Ms. Kang Hyewon

🎄 Day 4 - Choi Yena

Manic Robotic Dream Girl

🎄 Day 5 - Lee Chaeyeon

Not All There Is To It

🎄 Day 6 - Kim Chaewon

She's No Fucking Angel

🎄 Day 7 - Kim Minju

Lucid Dream

🎄 Day 8 - Yabuki Nako:

Dirty Little Pleasures

🎄 Day 9 - Honda Hitomi:

Cutest Corruption

🎄 Day 10 - Jo Yuri:

Transparency

🎄 Day 11 - An Yujin:

Midnight

🎄 Day 12 - Jang Wonyoung:

Reputation, Or Whatever That Is

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jawhip5 · 8 months

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: IZ Byer Girl Collared White Faux Fur Quilted Coat Sz M(10-12).

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soysaucevictim · 3 years

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Week 3.

Dec. 12

I woke up after 1PM.

After some tired browsing on TV Tropes and chatting, I made today’s Hello Fresh Meal. Cheesy smothered mushroom chicken. This was pretty tasty and most of the family liked it.

Today just was emotionally and physically exhausting. Didn’t get around to exercising at all. But I did spend time making Sanders Sides inspired lighting configurations for my keyboard backlight & lightbar.

(I also decided to sit out this year’s DAREBEE SNOWFIGHT. Just too tired and stressed to keep track of all the snowballs.)

I got to bed a few hours earlier than yesterday.

Dec. 13

I woke up after 2PM.

After some coffee and light video editing for a trivial video - I played catch-up with most of my exercise today.

First, yesterday’s DD. 2′ leg raise hold with EC (from floor, 1′/1′). Pretty breezy work.

Second, today’s DD. 20 back extensions with EC. Also manageable. Do think that run of the YAC was helpful upping/maintaining back conditioning.

Third, Day 12 of the ‘20ACC. 3x12 side bridges, done in one super-set (18/18). A bit challenging, but still doable at that load.

Fourth, Day 13 of the ‘20ACC. 3x13 reverse angels, done in one super-set. Doable, had to shimmy around so my hand wouldn’t hit my chair. Was a bit challenging!

Fifth, Day 13 of the FhP. Level 3, no rest. No bounce switching due to energy levels - all 50/50 approach. This was very manageable to get through without resting.

Last, Day 12 of the Fit Christmas Program. 200 butt kicks, done in one go. That definitely got me winded! I think I went between a jogging and running pace. Happy I managed that, though!

Spent rest of night chatting and watching The Producers with a friend (the one with Gene Wilder).

I got to bed obscenely late.

Dec. 14

I woke up a bit after noon, I believe.

First, today’s DD. 40 climber taps with EC. Doable.

Second, Day 14 of the ‘20ACC. 3x14 side lunges, done in one super-set. I alternated sides for each rep.

Last, Day 14 of the FhP. Level 3, 30″ rest. Whenever I felt like my push-ups were getting sloppy I tried to focus on actually feeling my pecs during the action. Def got tougher as I went along.

After several hours of the usual, I was struck by some inspiration to write again. That was fun.

I got to bed a bit earlier than yesterday.

Dec. 15

I woke up after 1PM and one of the first things I did was today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 30 alt arm/leg raises with EC. This was pretty breezy to get through.

Second, Day 15 of the ‘20ACC. 3x15 sit-ups, done in one super-set. I didn’t NEED to do that, but I found myself feeling all determined for it. Definitely took some digging in for the last ~10 reps.

(After a bit of recovery time for my abs...)

Last, Day 15 of the FhP. Level 3, 1′ rest. Yeah more sit-ups. Oof, I like them. Hope I didn’t miss parts of the sequence a couple times through the WO, out of inattention. But by the time I finished Set 5, I was like, “it feels like I did everything right, my abs aRE SPENT.“

I spent most of night chatting and feeling stressed about family and community stuff.

I got to bed in the green zone. Had a bad time trying to stay asleep, woke up around 2AM and only got back to bed by like 6AM. =_=

Dec. 16

I woke up after 11AM.

Hit the showers and went with brother on some errands.

Once at home, did today’s exercises.

First, today’s DD. 40 knee-to-elbow crunches with EC. My seat was a tiny bit irritated from all the sit-ups yesterday. But I’m just happy I could remain balanced. Not the best form/ROM, but still pretty intense.

Second, Day 16 of the ‘20ACC. 3x16 sitting twists, done in one super-set. Breezy load, still a tiny bit of discomfort for same reasons as the DD.

Last, Day 16 of the FhP. Level 3, ~30″ rest. Kicks are always a lot of fun. Didn’t do any bounce-switching today. Might try to do that more often, going forward, for a bit more cardio.

After that, I made today’s Hello Fresh Meal. Firecracker meatballs. Still a pretty okay recipe. This week was pre-set selections because menu changed on me.

I spent rest of night on the usual, still feeling restless.

I got to bed obscenely late again.

Dec. 17

I woke up after 1PM.

Did some chatting before today’s exercises.

First, today’s DD. 2′ leg extensions with EC (”donkey kicks”; 1′/1′.) I counted 113 reps done by the end of it. So close to 1/sec, but oh well. A fun exercise.

Second, Day 17 of the ‘20ACC. 3x17 leg raises, done in one super-set. This definitely took some digging in to accomplish. But I managed to get through it without any breaks. Neck only really started to feel much strain in the last ~10 reps or so.

Last, Day 17 of the FhP. Level 3, 1′ rest. I did my best to do my push-ups more slowly and with better attention to form. I kinda like how this program involves small numbers at a time to invite focus on that rather than trying to do them as fast as possible just to get through them.

I spent rest of night on the usual noise.

I got to bed around the same time as yesterday.

Dec. 18

I woke up after 1PM and one of the first things I did was today’s exercise.

First, today’s DD. 20 stacked push-ups with EC. Doable, if a bit sloppy.

Second, Day 18 of the ‘20ACC. 3x18 plank rotations, done in one super-set. I was highly tempted to break it up, but decided to press through. Probably got a tiny bit sloppy too, but I’m just happy I managed things.

Last, Day 18 of the FhP. Level 3, no rest. Fairly breezy to get through. Now - if we stacked one side at a time, this might’ve been a bit more intensive. But that wasn’t the case (given the side-switches in each set.)

(SNOWFIGHT ended here, but again - didn’t participate.)

Made some dinner, spent most of night on the usual and poked the iZ!AU document some more.

I got to bed around the same time as yesterday.

Summary of Experience:

I completed the Fit Christmas Program a day later than I intended to, on Dec. 13 (the 12th was an extremely low energy day.)

I was able to get Level 3 done for each relevant day (8). For all the Challenge days, I managed in one set. Remaining days were Tendon Strengthening Days and required doing things in one set. For all the days with Levels, I didn’t need to stop for much rest.

I’m still working on the Advent Challenge and Fireheart Program. Will summarize those when I get them done.

#adventures with fitness #adventures with hello fresh #(follow-up on COVID stuff: bro got back a neg test result)

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kwonchaengrules · 5 years

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One Shot: First Trip

Hello! This is an IZONE x Eunbi x Reader (Dom) story. If you’re under 18 or a homophobic, I’ll give you a heads up, please don’t read this one. Thank you!

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"But... CEO-nim, it's supposed to be the start of my Christmas break now." You said to the man in front of you. You give him a forced subtle smile, after knowing from the CEO you need to work for three more days because he wants you to personally accompany the girls on their planned trip to a private resort. Safety reasons.

"I know, but you're the only one who knows the girls' quirks and dirty little secrets. I can't entrust the girls to anyone else but you." He's telling the truth tho. "You still have the right to decline this extended work, just let me know right now because if you're really not available, I'll just tell the girls to resched their trip some other day." The CEO added. So this is a game of conscience then. You sighed. You really have no options here so you just accepted the additional work.

You can feel your face already getting heated as the sun's rays are striking towards yours. It it a perfect sunny morning. It is a perfect day for a trip. You're looking at the girls right now as they excitedly loading the mini-bus with their stuffs. On one side, you can see Wonyoung, Hitomi, and Nako trying to annoy Chaewon with their aegyo while carrying their bags; the latter later on can't stand the annoyance anymore so she hurriedly went to the vehicle first. This action by Chaewon caused the other three to laugh on their success. Beside them, you can see Yena placing a cap on Yuri's because of the sun; Yena as always being a good bestfriend to Yuri. On the other side opposite of them tho, you can see Yujin feeding Minjoo while the latter is sitting on her lap. You can also see Sakura and Hyewon taking pictures together, with Sakura kissing Hyewon's lips. But the one that caught your eyes the most, is how Eunbi is acting like a baby towards Chaeyeon; a sight no fan, or even managers aside from you, has ever know of. You're kinda amused seeing a strong leader in front of the camera, wanting to be dragged by Chaeyeon as she hug the younger one so tightly, really acting like a baby. You see Chaeyeon stopped on their tracks, she's saying something to Eunbi. The leader let go of the hug after Chaeyeon talked then went to put her head down for you don't know what reason. Chaeyeon then chuckles, pats her girlfriend's head, and held her chin up to give her a long romantic kiss. Yes, these are the girls' dirty little secrets that only you are permitted to see.

You're done with your final rounds for tonight. It's technically not a "tonight" because it's already 2am but the girls are still alive and hyper. You're already sleepy but you still need to ensure the girls' safety and privacy so you still roamed around in this big resort for the last time. You didn't talk that much today but you're still satisfied seeing all the 12 members of the first ever group you have managed, IZ*ONE, really enjoying a lot. It's their first time since debut to be this carefree, relaxed, and not thinking of anything. Eunbi doesn't need to act like a leader today; it's your goal anyway, to help her relax, even tho you felt so uneasy seeing her boldly being intimate to Chaeyeon. You never wish to be Chaeyeon... until now.

Speaking of Eunbi, you can't see Eunbi beside Chaeyeon right now. You can't see Eunbi anywhere. But you're so sleepy already so you just assumed she's on the bathroom, whatever. You went to Chaeyeon to give your final instruction before you decide to surrender to fatigue.

"Chaeyeon, where's Kwon Eunbi?" "Ah manager-nim she went to bed already. She told us she's tired so we just let her." "I see. Can I entrust the girls to you? I'm already tired from today's activities." I said as I looked at their eyes one at a time. "Yes, manager-nim! You can trust us!" The girls excitedly said. You became nervous all of a sudden. "Lee Chaeyeon." The seriousness is found in your tone. You want the girl to assure you that everything will be fine. "They're just teasing you, unnie. But I'm serious I can handle this. Please rest now, unnie." Chaeyeon reassured you that everything will be fine. As you're about to leave the area, you realized you didn't know which room to go. You let them choose their own rooms, so you didn't know which one is the only one available, so you went back to ask Chaeyeon. "Chaeyeon, what's the only room left? I didn't ask a while ago." "Unnie, Room 809." Answered the dancer.

*their point of view*

"Oh! Chaeyeon unnie, that's you and Eunbi unnie's room tho, right?" Yujin is confused. She's pretty sure that's the parents' line’s room since their room is just beside her room and Minjoo. Chaeyeon did not reply. Instead she just gave a smirk while still finishing her signature drink. "W-wait, don't tell me... OMFG Lee Chaeyeon, did- did you do that on purpose??!" Yena covered her widely open mouth, she's not believing what her friend did just now. "WTF Chaeyeon??!" Sakura's eyes widened, also in shock. "Calm down your pussy guys. It's just one night!" Chaeyeon finally answered. "Unnie!!!" Yujin hit the dancer's shoulders. Chaeyon then went to look at them to explain her side. "It's so obvious manager-nim likes Eunbi from the very start. You're also aware of it, right? Besides, she really work hard for us. Without her, you can't even touch your Minjoo, just so you know." Pointing to Yujin. "What better gift can we give than this?" The couple group can't say a word. Chaeyeon is totally correct; you like Eunbi in a different way, you always stare at her in the backstage when changing the outfits, you look at her boobs when her clothes are fit during practice and during work outs, at the same time they know that without you, this real-life off cam couple will not be possible.

"If Eunbi doesn't like it, she can say no. Manager unnie is a gentlewoman after all." *end of convo*

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You already arrived on the 8th floor; you're already half asleep. You're literally already doing your best to drag your tired body into that room. As soon so you reach your keys to the door, you are surprised because the door of your room is not locked. You suddenly become attentive. You open the door slowly. You closed it as soon as you enter the room. You roam your eyes into the room when you see something very unexpected. Blood is rushing into your face right now, your jaws totally dropped, you can't totally move your body from where you're standing right now. In front of you is a half-naked Eunbi. Yes, you can see her big bosoms in front of you. She also stared at you in shock. "Shit. Eu.. Eunbi I'm- I'm so s-sorry. I'm really sorry I- I didn't know y-you were here I-" You face backwards from her, closing your eyes. 'Think, bitch, think'. You let her finish changing her clothes before you decide to open your eyes. As soon as you open it, Eunbi is already in front of you. You quickly bow your head to apologize. You realized it’s a wrong move since the idol's obviously not wearing a bra; her hardened nipples are visible from her skirts. You gulped as you try to your best not to stare, finally looking at her eyes.

'Wait, her nipples are hard already?'

'She did not get mad nor shout at me?' 'Wait what is happening?'

'Wake up, she has a girlfriend!'

Those are all your thoughts before you find yourself drowning in her eyes.

"It's fine manager-nim, it was all an accident. Besides, you're always with us in quick dress rehearsals. We all kinda don't mind if you already see anything." Eunbi bowed her head in response.

"Still, I'm really sorry. I- I gotta go." You are about to face the door when you feel her nipple accidentally touching your arm as you turn away from her. In that moment, you know it already, you can't hold what you're feeling anymore.

"Fuck. I'm really sorry Eunbi."

You finally grab her mouth for a lustful kiss. You carry Eunbi to the bed without breaking the kiss. Seeing her kissing back, you deepen your kiss. You are now topping her. You hold both of her wrist using your right hand to put it above her head. Your other hand is going inside her shirt, finding it's way to her melon-like breast; your thumb rubbing her hard nipples. You heard her moan in your mouth as you're having a tongue battle inside her mouth, in which you totally dominate. You continue the kiss as you your hand is playfully massaging her breast; on her nipple, her underboob, causing her to moan one more time. You let go of her wrist as you place your other hand to her other breast, your lips starting to plant kisses on her ears, then to her neck. You know Eunbi is loving it, so you decide to remove her loose shirt. You stare at her thing in front of you; her two big, milky and soft-skinned, pink and hard nipples; totally a perfect breasts ready for you to devour. You noticed she's starting to getting shy because you're staring at her big bosoms for quite a long time. She was about to cross her arms on her chest to cover her breast when you hold both of her wrist to the sides. "Please don't. You're so fucking beautiful, Kwon Eunbi." You whispered in her ear causing her to shiver. Your mouth finally reach her left breast. Your lips starting to move circles around her hard pink nipples, while the other hand is playing the unoccupied one. You suck her breast as much as you can, like a baby needing for a milk. Eunbi arched her back a bit in the sudden sensation she's feeling in your actions. After a while, your mouth went to devour her other breast. You slowly move your fingers to her abs, tickling her. Your hand is pushing her body downward while playing your fingers in her abs, your lower body weight on her legs, all so she's can't move that much. Her neck suddenly arched, her moan now getting a bit louder because of your actions. Trailing your tongue in her abs, you cup her core. Shit it's so wet already, and it turned you on more. Your thumb teasingly going to her crotch, then to her thighs, then your thumb rolling and pressing teasefully in her undies just in front of the clit, like a dry humping, but with your fingers. She then voluntarily widen her legs; a message for you to not tease anymore. So you now swiftly remove her red lacy underwear. Her core smells so good ah shit. You waste no time to devour the meal in front of you, you lick her clit in a fast, round motion. Your one finger travelling her wet exterior, while your other hand pushing down her abdomen for her to minimize her movements. "Aaaahh unnie aaaah fuuck" Eunbi loudly moan, breathing so loudly when you deepen your mouth into her clit. You released a hard breath as your mouth is finding its way to her hole. "Aaaahhh fuuuucck" Eunbi sobbing a bit as she's unconsciously digging her nails into your arms. You are totally liking what you're hearing right now. Placing your thumb on her clit, you start to tongue fuck her now, your tongue going in and out of her hole. You place her legs on your shoulders so you can deepen your tongue inside her while still rubbing her clit. You place your other hand, the one that's keeping her from moving, in her nipple, playing it to add to the sensation. "I'll go inside now babbyy" You give Eunbi a warning that caused her to hitch. In one swift motion, you insert your two fingers inside her, and god she's still tight oh fucking god. You can feel her nails digging more on your arms, her head starting to move back and forth as you move your fingers up and down, in a circular motion, varying the power. You can feel she's coming close already so you finger her harder and faster until you found her g-spot. "Aaah unnie i-im c-coming uuggh" "Baby come for me please" you said as you're now fucking her hard, with your lips now savoring her clit. Juices are now starting to burst from her inside. You waste no juice as you lick all of it before you proceed back to her. "Eunbi you taste so heavenly shit." You kissed Eunbi so she can also taste herself. She hugged you because of her trembling weak knees. You caressed her hair while hugging her, telling her she did an amazing job. You stayed in that moment until you feel she's relaxed already. When you feel she's asleep already, you start to dress her; you don't want to leave a trace as much as possible. You placed a blanket on her body before you went out of the room.

*their point of view*

Moments later, Chaeyeon arrived in their room. Seeing her girlfriend sleeping peacefully, she quietly get inside their blanket and spoon her. Eunbi hummed a bit with the sudden action, but still did not move due to exhaustion. "I love you baby", Chaeyeon whispered in her ear. "Hmmm" Eunbi responded after a few seconds, causing the dancer to smirk. She placed her once hand inside her girlfriend's shirt, her fingers playing her abs. Eunbi groaned with the sudden invitation from her girlfriend. Chaeyeon's hand suddenly moving up to her nipple, causing her to moan a bit, Chaeyeon's lips softly planting kisses on Eunbi's shoulders. From there, Eunbi knew she will have her second round. She's tired, but she's fucking lucky.

#domreader izone eunbi

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