#cul of the lamb

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[chronicparagon]

Harmony as a lamb, because why not?

Made with this: Link

#dash games #tbh Harmony is either a lamb or grizzly bear #maybe she can be a lamb that is the mama bear of her cul- I mean family #I would have added eyes lashes and changed the bangs #and add some red to her wool #but I worked with what was there to make Harmony #heroine of misfortune (harmony)

[hazard-symbols-that-fuck-hard]

Okay time for the PBS Kids essay

Read it under the cut!

:readmore:

In 1968, before there was PBS Kids proper, there was Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. While it came several decades before the children’s block, it laid the foundation for the themes and values present in every facet of the network’s history.

Mr. Roger famously hated children’s programming at the time. To him, it all was droll and useless. But he didn’t dissuade the medium entirely— he saw potential. Potential that led to a few smaller television jobs, and eventually the creation of Mr. Roger’s neighborhood.

Rogers didn’t invent educational TV for children, but he did perfect it. He poured real heart and soul into probably the most sincere, heartfelt program in history.

Honestly, he could have his own essay. The more things you learn about the real man of Mr. Rogers, the more you’ll like him.

Anyway, the biggest thing that makes PBS different is the fact that it earns money through grants, fundraisers, and private donors— not through sponsorships and merchandise sales. This way, PBS Kids can push programming that it feels is important, rather than programming that merely sells well.

This also means PBS is less afraid of pushing social boundaries. Money doesn’t go away when their shows become subjects of debate— and Mr. Rogers took full advantage of this.

For context, this was 1969. The Jim Crow era had just barely, barely ended. Pool segregation was still very much legal.

Mr. Rogers sharing a pool and a towel with the Black Mr. Clemmons was a pretty big deal at the time— especially on a show made for children.

Rogers was far from the untouchable sacred cow of today. When he was alive, he had a large number of detractors. Let’s just say that scene didn’t fly nicely by everyone.

Just one year after the debut of Mr. Roger’s came Sesame Street.

While Mr. Roger’s was made for all children, Sesame Street had the explicit goal of supplementing the education of underserved communities— especially inner-city Black (and later Latino) children.

While it was made to be accessible to children of all races and income levels, they definitely went the extra mile to make it something special for inner-city Black and Brown kids. (Why do you think it it’s “Sesame Street” and not “Sesame Cul-de-Sac”?)

At the time, a wholesome, sweet show set in a brownstone street was practically unheard of.

Jon Stone, the casting director, deliberately sought to make the cast as rich with color as he possibly could, bringing on a huge amount of Black talent such as Loretta Long, Matt Robinson, and Kevin Clash, as well as featuring Black celebrities as guest stars. Later, the show would expand its horizons, bringing on actors from Latino, Asian, Native American, and many more backgrounds.

White actors were and still are a minority on show.

In addition to letters and numbers, the purpose of Sesame Street is clear: make kids of color know that they’re smart, beautiful, and loved.

It doesn’t get more explicit than this.

I want to point out this comment because it’s funny

You’re telling me this bitch isn’t Hispanic???

Anyway, these two were followed up by Reading Rainbow in 1983. And guess what?

That’s right. Non-white focus.

These three shows, (along with other, lesser-known programs like Lamb-Chops Play Along, Newton’s Apple, and Shining Times Station (who featured Ringo Starr himself?? seriously how did that happen and why does no one talk about it) and some other nostalgic favorites like Bill Nye the Science guy, The Magic Schoolbus, Arthur, and Thomas the Tank Engine) aired on the new PTV block, which evolved into PBS Kids in 1999, bringing along Between the Lions, Dragon Tales, and many more.

Arthur is another stand-out that I’d like to talk about— it doesn’t have the same racial focus of Sesame Street, but it does focus on different income levels. The characters have various housing situations, from apartments to mansions to no home at all.

It also takes cues from Sesame Street and Mr. Roger’s in regards to talking about tough topics, though as Arthur has a slightly older target audience, it discusses things through stories rather than talking directly to the audience.

Cancer, religion, workplace discrimination, along with current (at the time) events such as 9/11 and Hurricane Katrina are all discussed on the show.

Another big focus on Arthur is disability. For once, they don’t stick a character in a wheelchair and then pretend he’s not in a wheelchair. A striking number of major characters either develop or get diagnosed with physical disabilities and/or neurodivergences, such as asthma, severe food allergies, and dyslexia, and they deal with them in very realistic ways.

A handful of minor characters have more obvious disabilities, and THANK GOD they go beyond the trite messaging of “disabled people can do everything abled people can do! everyone clap now!”

One episode in particular has the awesome message of “holy shit stop trying to help me all the time— it’s patronizing as fuck. I can get around just fine without you stepping on eggshells and trying to be the hero all the fucking time”

There are sooo many other shows I could talk about, but I can’t write about them all. I’m definitely gonna point out some more standout ones, though.

Sagwa, the Chinese Siamese Cat

Created by Chinese-American woman Amy Tang

Dragonfly TV

Features a multitude of female and non-white scientists to foster an interest in science with kids in those groups

Maya & Miguel

One of the network’s first Hispanic-led shows

SciGirls

I shouldn’t have to explain what the goal of this one was.

Molly of Denali

When was the last time you saw a show that treated Native Americans as people? Much less a children’s show? 90% of the cast is Athabascan, and the show revolves around Athabascan culture, not shying away from topics like boarding schools and modern-day racism. Most of the writers are also Athabascan, and the show even has an official Gwich’in dub!

It’s this commitment to real, authentic social justice that makes PBS Kids so much different from its competitors. Could you imagine the Paw Patrol dog looking at the camera and earnestly discussing what happened to George Floyd? I don’t think so— but Arthur talked specifically about it, Sesame Street did an hour long special about race in general, and the network itself made a 30 minute special.

Disney Jr. could never. (Other than trying to teach colorblindness, of course.)

I’m gonna have to cut this into two parts, since I just hit the image limit

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[microbihon]

"Come one come all for the BIGGEST show of YOUR lifetime! Where we bedazzle you with our confounding tricks, dangerous stunts, and unparalleled devoutness to our blessed entity. We intend to show you the HAPPINESS and MAGIC you, yes you our dear audience, if you follow the glory of. . . . She who transfigures. . . . "

"So sit back and relax, as me, Ringmaster Monkey, and my group of humble devotees, show you the SPECTACULAR magic of our cul- I mean TROUPE. . . . perhaps by the end of this, we might convince you."

THE CULT OF THE RINGMASTER

also known as

THE CULT OF THE MONKEY for the newgrounds lamb jam art contest :)

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[blorbosexterminator]

Thanks @natures-marvel for the tag!

End of the Year Fic Review 2022

1. What is your AO3 account?

Nharidy

2. How many words did you write total in 2022?

189, 604. Apparently. I'm not sure if this counts the entire fics that were finished in 2022 or only the chapters that were published in that time span. But that's what ao3 says, so I'll take it at its word.

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?

Other than two fics that started before 2022 but were finished in that year, 5 fics. Two of those are multichapters and remain unfinished. Two are finished multichapters. And one is a oneshot.

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

From the ones started and finished in 2022, Did I ever Leave the Lights On is the longest and Cul de Sac is the shortest.

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?

Not counting Children of the Dust and Who in the Sunshine which started publishing long before 2022 (and with which comparison of the rest would be unfair haha), according to average and ratios of hits, kudos and comments, etc, Did I ever Leave the Lights On would be the most popular. Noli me tangere or The Invention of Andrés de Fonollosa would be the least popular.

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

I honestly never have any expectations for fics. I have wants, obviously haha, there are ones I'm more excited for than others, but I never have any idea which fics would be liked or perform well and which wouldn't.

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

Again, I don't have expectations. And I don't think anything that was published in 2022 specifically surprised me.

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?

Hm, if we're counting only the ones I started and finished in 2022, that would be a tie between lights and the invention of Andrés de Fonollosa. I enjoyed writing both very much and they are the fics I'd sometimes return to read passages from or so.

If we're counting started but unfinished ones, I would also choose The Swan's Symphony. It's obviously still very early for me to really know how I feel about the fic, but since It's the one I'm still writing and I'm very hyperfixated on now, it should have a spot.

9. What was your favourite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

Hm, difficult to choose. Very. I'll pull a Kal here (and take the chance to form a mini rec list of the fics I enjoyed in 2022)

Those Violent Delights by Aphelius. It's a multichapters fic with three chapters published so far. It has one of the most interesting premises I've encountered in this fandom. Andrés is a criminal psychologist who gets personally entangled with a loose serial killer, Palermo. Both Andrés and Martín are very in character (and very insane). Strong Hannibal vibes. Beautiful depiction of obsession and insanity and larger than life characters (which is the right way to approach berlermo) with also a very honest love story. One of my top favorites.

Solo per te by Alley. After the bank heist, Martín returns to Buenos Aires. And Andrés appears. Like always, even through Google translation (one day I'll fulfill my promise and learn this language. Then I'll reread those in the original!) it's a very sublime and elegant piece of work that gives berlermo their due nuance. A very enjoyable and emotional read.

A Lamb for Our Love by Brownest_goldfish. It's still incompleted, but remains a great read. Berlermo's (established) relationship takes a dark turn after Andrés returns from a horrid kidnapping. Granted, I know more about what will happen in the second chapter (hehe) but the fic takes a very interesting, dark psychological dive into berlermo and everything their relationship represents to each of them. Check the tags before reading it.

A Lover in the Story by Brownest_goldfish. Terminally ill Andrés grows fascinated with a serial killer on the loose. A slasher fic set in a creepy small town. Impecable slasher vibes for those who love the genre, and incredible character work.

Remember what your old pal said by Rocinan. ToyStory au. Nothing else needs to be said on the matter. One of the funniest and most in character fics of the year.

Birdcage by Rocinan. Another of my favourite dark fics. An obsessed "boom boom ciao" victim of Martín's isn't satisfied with Andrés' existence in Martín's life, and decides to punish both of them for it. I.e, berlermo go through hell and back at the hands of some pathetic blond. A great read. Check all the tags before reading.

Dark Fantasies by NaturesMarvel. This could be considered cheating because it was written as a gift to me. But I'm being completely objective here! Berlermo being the dark assholes they are, and having their sweet moments still.

But in this twilight (our choices seal our fate) by Alfredo_Kesmann. Twilight AU. Nothing more need to be said. The world needs a berlermo twilight au and Alfredo Kesmann delievered. A hilarious and incredible read.

Something Borrowed, Something- by Anonymous. Another VERY interesting dark read. Andrés is abuducted by Gandia (this fandom really has a thing with getting Andrés' abuducted, as if the true victims are the people who have to live with him in their house), basically brainwashed into taking anything Gandia throws at him as he believes his blue eyes captor is his best friend and soul mate, Martín. Very well written unreliable narrator pov. Definitely give it a read by read the tags first.

Like the Painting of a Sorrow by Brownest_goldfish. A very poetic character study of Andrés that gracefully and concisely explores his relationship with himself, Martín, Rafael, Tatiana, beauty, and chaos.

Reflection by Alley. Berlermo are more of a background relationship here, actually. But hey are still depicted beautifully and accurately. And otherwise, this is a Mulan AU where Sergio decides to go to war in place of Andrés as he's too sick. So a very fun read! Also, Tokyo is Mushu in this version, Sergio's guardian little dragon. Literally nothing is better than this.

#tagging this in the hope that tumblr gets some mercy on me and lets me find it later #berlermo fic recs

[moonstonedrawsrandomly]

The Birth of the Church of Hope 0

Noelia was trekking home with one of her new followers, Nonojul . Since she was way too tired to teleport them back to the Cult, they had to trek the way they came from. It was a long way back through the defeat that she left behind. Red hat wasn’t at all too pleased with this unlike Nonojul. Nonojul was quite talkative during their trek. A bright bubbly personality, something that Noelia was wishing she still had, was making this trip a lot more bearable. Unlike the red hat.

“Oh god, will you shut up? Be quiet like a good little follower?!?”

“Red Crown, be nice will ya?”

“He goes on and on about nothing! Can be really be a good follower?”

“How about you shut your mouth before I SHUT IT FOR YOU!?!?”

Noelia shouted. She was already looking pretty tired. She is, in fact, mortal. With moral little baba feelings. Nonojul was quiet as she spoke to her hat. Then she turns her gaze to him.

“Please, continue talking about the clouds, ignore him. So what’s these clouds? Culu-“

“Cumulonimbus!”

“Ah”

She said. And speaking of clouds, the rumblings that she thought were her stomache were coming from the sky at that time. It made her uneasy. They still have a bit to go, and Noelia didn’t like lightning or getting caught in that.

“Oh you heard about that storm coming? It’s a huge storm that will take out a lot of bridges”

Nonojul said. They had to quicken the pace.  With him following behind, it was going to be risky. The risk was doubled when the happen upon a group of people who were sat by themselves. They didn’t even notice them passing.

“Wait please!”

“We’re friendly! Please don’t hurt us, we have kids!”

Noelia and Nonojul came down to see what was the fuss. What was going on. There were at least 3 adults, two accompanying children. The oldest looked middle aged, and the youngest was an infant.

“Please, we are refugees from a Cult. The leader went insane and started killing children for their sacrifice!”

The male bunny said

“To protect our children, we had to leave, he was a menace. A big storm is coming, we have nowhere to go. Please help us!”

The female cuthulu said. Nonojul looked at her.

“Didnt you say you had a small cult?”

He said. Noelia looked at him, but was interrupted by her hat.

“Nonsense! We need strong members for our cult. These are the rejects! Let’s move on lamb”

Nonojul rejected that.

“You can’t just leave them out here, they have kids and such, they are vulnerable to this world!”

“Hush you! We are taking YOU on a whim”

Nonojul grabs her shoulders

“Oh great leader, what do YOU want? After all this is your cult.”

Nonojul had his hand removed by her

“Two things, 1, please don’t put your hand on my body without permission.”

“I-im sorry”

It seemed like her mind was made up.

“And 2, carry the babies, we’re all going to the…the…”

She just realized that her cult didn’t even have a name, she quickly thought of one though…

“THE CHURCH OF HOPE! Yes, now let’s hurry back before the storm comes. If you fall behind, we will not come back for you”

“Yes! Thank you!”

“Let’s hurry”

Everyone picked up their things, the group thanked them for taking them in. Despite Noelia ignoring the red crowns instructions, she became more bold with her demands. She knew that she needed to make more changes before she could fully get ahold of her cult- well, I guess her Church now...

The storm came just as she finished building the medical station and the last house. The male of the group and the other woman came to her and kneeled

“Thank you oh gracious leader! Thank you for protecting my family, we are forever in your debt”

“Many thanks”

Red crown looked on.

‘Definitely from a cult, they have etiquette. I guess she made a good choice.’

“Your fine for now. Do you work? Do you have an occupation?”

She asked. She pulled up a stool.

“Because if you do, you have some staying power, as the cul-Church is very young”

“I am a local doctor from the cult”

“And I am a seamstress…maybe not as useful to you”

Noelia thought about that

“I have use of the doctor…but the seamstress…there has to be something bc or you to do…”

Red hat speaks up

“Doesn’t your “Church” need uniforms? Outfits? For daily life?”

Noelia blinked.

“You know what? We do! Do you know how to make cloth into fabric?”

“I do, but it takes a while”

“If your willing to teach, the doctor as well, you both can stay”

Noelia gets up

“There are a few rules to our cult, but I will inform you when the storm has passed. There, you will have your first meal with your new members of this church. Please don’t give me any trouble. Good night”

They both bowed.  Then red crown stopped

“What about the other one? You haven’t assigned her anything?”

“…wait, you didn’t see? Why do you think I gave them a bigger house? She’s with child!”

“Oh! Well then!”

“Yes, we will assign her when she is ready. She has her hands full with a newborn already.”

She said as they walked away from the house. She returns to the temple, where she lives and she puts the red hat down.

“Okay, I know I stepped on your toes for a bit. I’m sorry. But Nonojul made a very good point. I am the leader of this cult. This church is mine…however, we pray to the one who waits. They are not subservient to him, they are to me. In order to convince them to pray to him, we have to work together. Okay?”

Red crown sighed.

“Your not the first person to wear me and say that. You ARE the first person to go against what I said. However, I will work with you under one condition”

“Make it reasonable”

“You and I need to spend time alone. I’m always on someone’s head. It gets stuffy up there. I am a tool for self destruction! A weapon of mass genocide…yet I want to rest as well…you understand?”

“Okay, Red ha-“

“And stop calling me that!”

“What do you want to be called”

“I don’t know! Just not red hat!”

“Give me a bit, I’ll give you a name…how about…Bonbon! I’m just kidding, give me a bit?”

She said as she placed him on the little desk in the back. After the storm settled for the night in its strength, Noelia came back with a big smile on her face.

“I have a name for you”

“Oh, cool.”

“What do you think of…Hades? Like the god of death in that old gods book? You don’t like it”

Red hat looked at her. An actual good name. A thoughtful name.

“I…it’s a nice name”

He couldn’t hide his excitement. Noelia could see through him.

“Alright! Well, get some sleep Hades!”

She said as she closes the door to her room. Hades looked out the window.

“This one you picked, this lamb, might even surpass you one day, Narinder”

TBC

#cult of the lamb #COTL forgiveness au #cotl fanfics

[minttindiancuisine1]

Discovering Culinary Bliss at Mintt Indian Cuisine - The Best Indian Restaurant in Pittsburgh

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[thathusenfulhu]

languishing in addu

just how well do we know pain? how keenly are we attuned to its vibrance? it's an unwelcome and unavoidable fact of an aging glutton's life. you see, last night i was awakened by an intense ache in the belly. yes, right where the spoils of the evening had been producing this byproduct that ripped through my dreams and had me screaming MAMMAAA. only i was alone, in a room on an island in the deep south. i took some panadol but there was no relief. not with two tabs. not with four. i was dying, alone in this room in a resort that time had forgotten, one that had changed owners more times than moosalhu his worldview or thakuru his well-ironed shirts. but let me recall the feast for you. it was lavish and spread across an enormous hall. there were salad greens and vinaigarettes. wild mushrooms stuffed with cheese. grilled potatoes with parsley. roast chicken and gravy. the tenderest leg of lamb with rosemary. saffron rice. lemon tarts. strawberry meringues. and three flavours of homemade ice cream. so i ate with abandon. and why would i not? i'd been travelling all day thanks to maldivian's reliable delays - maybe an argument for privatisation but i'll leave that to the experts. now, i suffer. i don't feel the urge to empty my bowels nor the need to throw up. and regardless of how i shift myself on the hotel's decadent mattress, no position offers the slightest relief. fists of pain open and clench beneath my ribs, and when i turn, hellish coals swirl in my gut. in such agony, the spirit will understandably be subdued. it gives me a glimpse of what life may hold in the end, the very end. alone and wracked by pain. would they matter, those final seconds stretched beyond recognition into a trembling eternity? would any of it matter? i don't know. but i'm feeling it. i feel like it's finally too much. the happy roads i walked have turned into sullen culs de sac. there's no beauty here, only rot and decay and pain. so i want to hurry, with my remaining dignity, towards the blinking exit light. no, there's no punchline. just gas.

#canareef #nadheerachay #addu #pain #anguish

[thesecretattic]

I’ll die a lip virgin I feel like going hard on my wrist because of her he made me a sacrificial lamb for her in his Cult cuz her acting is very poor he is going on favouring her then why was he on dating apps what’s so special about her? That she is fair or vulgar? She would pose in underwear and all for attention and that Jimmit and all would write “Cutie Cute” in comments all the cheapness was going on when he was calling her over, over and over again to meet his friends or please them I NEVER EXPECTED this from him. More on FB Zara Sauleh Ab Yeh aadmi jail jaaenga Harsh too has set many examples on how to mistreat a girl now I WILL SET AN EXAMPLE my constant posts bother his “baby kid Aneri” so he is waiting for me to die so that I’ll become silent forever like him and also give him more luck due to his cul-t

I can’t stop crying n I’m not even able to keep my head tilted anymore I feel lifeless dead and weak I lost 8 years of my youth I had tried moving on read all my posts here even the previous ones but those effers only wanted a call girl. And this man took advantage of my loneliness he knew no one would come to know if I’ll die. I obviously never expected this I’m dying… now he will rise to fame with that woman. Its twitching in my heart it’s lirtesalky getting jolts it’s paining there I’m getting convulsions again I would get thrashed at home ruthlessly so he knew I had 0 support only a Satan worshipper will be this insensitive and cruel only he can remain this quiet

[evafrechette]

‘Tis The Season To Be Horny

↠ Jungkook (BTS) x Reader | Smut | FriendsToLoversAu! | 18+ | 6.4k

↠ Summary: It's that time of the year, the annual Rosco Ave Christmas Display Competition and the fierce rivalry between you and your neighbour Jungkook has kicked into gear yet again.

But the stakes are higher than ever this year when you both place a wager - the winner gets to fuck the other however they want.

Who needs a sleigh when you can ride Jungkook instead?

↠ Warnings: strap on sex, rimming, messy blow jobs, finger fucking, these two swear a lot, dirty talk, reference to squirting, nipple sucking, good ol’ Christmas smut, anal fingering, Namjoon is a magician??, edging.

The ladder wobbled under your feet as you reached up to attach the last of the icile lights to the gutter, the plastic clip clicking into place with a satisfying clunk.

"Woah." You gasped gripping on tight to the ladder rung as the metal swayed back and forth before steadying itself. A deep spine tingling chuckle echoed out across the street causing your head to snap towards the sound.

"Jeon." You mumbled as you carefully made your way down the ladder, taking special attention to make sure you didn't skip any rungs and slip the rest of the way down.

"Can I help you Jeon?" You called out towards the culprit of that god damn lovely childlike laughter.

A cocky smirk was plastered firmly on your smug, pain in the ass neighbours face, "No, no, was just enjoying the view." His eyes travelled slowly up and down your body which instantly made you wrap your denim jacket tight around yourself as you scoffed at his gaze.

"Interesting display this year. Is that it?" A tattooed arm leaned against your mailbox as your neighbour scanned your front yard looking utterly unimpressed.

"What do you mean is that it? This is a great display, much better than anything your punk ass could do." You waved towards his empty front yard, directly opposite your own. "Looks like you've put a lot of effort into it this year Jeon, seems that cash prize will be coming home with mama this year."

"Mama huh? Didn't take you as the kind to have a mommy kink but whatever floats your boat I guess." His tattooed hand reached up to tuck a strand of raven hair behind his pierced ear. You noted the multiple large rings that dangled from his earlobe and winced internally at how pretty they looked.

"Jungkook..." You walked over to the bane of your existence and placed your hands on his shoulders - you gulped - his tight, taut muscles felt amazing under your touch. "Get the fuck off my property." You slapped your hands down hard twice and pushed him backwards, which had absolutely no effect on the man, Jungkook was as solid as a brick house.

Jungkook took one last look at your front yard and shrugged, "Alright, I'm off. But uhh good luck." He motioned lazily towards your white and pale yellow cottage, "You'll need it."

Jungkook had lived across the street from you for three years and you had spent countess Summer afternoons lazing around the pool in his backyard nursing bottles of Hite larger while enjoying barbecued lamb skewers and making fun of the rest of the neighbourhood. Spring days teaching his Dobermann Bam hilarious new tricks. Creating angels with your sprawled out bodies from the large piles of crunchy orange and yellow leaves during the Fall and sipping cider while you both sung unabashedly late into the night on your karaoke machine.

But the minute Winter began the two of you started an intense neighbourly rivalry.

The battle of the Christmas Display.

Your small tight knit neighbourhood gave away a $200 gift voucher to the best decorated house on the cul-de-sac. A panel of judges (The Police Chief, Principal from the local school and everybody's favourite stay at home mum Karen - who is actually known as Susan - but the nickname is one you and Jungkook use frequently during your gossip sessions) would visit on Christmas Eve to view the captivating displays and vote on their favourite to take out the prize.

So far you and Jungkook had each taken away the honour of best decorated house for two consecutive years. And the desire to out out shine the other was becoming more and more important. Friendships be damned when a $200 gift card is on the line.

You strolled up the driveway, past the penguin and snowmen inflatables, through the nutcracker arch way and along the candy cane lined footpath to your front porch. Which of course was decorated as garishly as the front yard. Tinsel, ribbons and baubles in greens, reds and gold's lined the door frame, a giant wreath took pride of place in the centre of the door and oversized light up gift boxes were stacked and placed neatly to the side. A four foot tall plastic Santa sat beside the boxes, his arms held out in front to hold a bowl of peppermint candy canes which the neighbourhood kids were free to help themselves to up until Christmas Eve.

Pushing the door open you kicked your shoes off not even sparing a second glance to where they landed and dragged yourself into the living room. With a loud grunt you threw yourself down onto the couch, face squished into the polyester material. It was hard work setting up your Christmas display. Balancing on ladders to hook up lights, carrying heavy boxes of inflatable decorations from the garage, climbing the large Crepe Myrtle tree in the front yard so all the branches were lit up with sparkling lights, placing the decorations in their right spot and then throwing a tantrum when it just didn't seem right which meant spending another hour rearranging everything until it finally did.

It was back breaking work. But was so worth it to see the smilies on all the children's faces. Plus the utter devestation on Jungkook's when it's announced he is a loser. Oh yeah, that's the best feeling of all.

Victory

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Bang, bang, bang, thud, buzzzzzz, bang, bang.

THUD

You awoke when your body made contact with the carpeted floor, glancing up to see you were no longer asleep on the nice soft couch but rather laying wide-awake on the hard ground. The sounds that had broken your wonderful sleep continued to buzz and whir and it was starting to get on your nerves.

"Who the fuck is using power tools so late. Ughhh, I'm gonna kick their ass." You groaned as you pushed yourself off the ground and stormed straight out the front door looking for the culprit responsible for the late night fuckery.

"Of course it is. Why am I not surprised." You tongue clicked loudly. Across the street Jungkook was busy erecting the most ridiculous Christmas display you had the misfortune of seeing. Inside a large wooden display stand were a pair of animatronic polar bears wearing tacky Christmas hats and matching scarves, they rocked back and forth in time with the Michael Bublé song that was playing quietly through a speaker set up underneath the stand.

It seemed as though Jungkook had purchased evey single light up decoration in town, his front yard a jumbled mess of reindeer, Santas, snowmen and penguins. Handmade wooden gingerbread houses with their realistic paint jobs were leaning against the house next to boxes of rope lights yet to be hung from the gutters and windows.

Jungkook had his back to you, busy placing miniature people inside his Winter Wonderland display. He had spent ten months making every single piece himself - little cottages, a working merry-go-round, an ice rink and even a replica steam train that made loops of the tiny snow dusted village. This particular piece was a firm favourite with the judges and helped Jungkook win last year's competition, which left the bitter taste of jealousy in your mouth.

"That boring old thing again huh Jeon?" You teased, hooking your chin over his shoulder. You snaked a hand past his small waist and attempted to grab one of the little houses but Jungkook's reflexes were no joke, slapping your hand out of the way.

"The judges nearly came over this last year, I plan on making them come again. And again. And if you're lucky maybe I'll make you come too." Jungkook moved a miniature couple that looked suspiciously a lot like you both next to a frozen lake that had Mrs Claus skating on it.

"Idiot." Playfully you slapped the back of his head, long hair swishing as his head snapped forwards from your slap.

"I don't know how I put up with you when all you do is beat me off. I mean beat me, beat me!" Jungkook's eyes widened and he ran off in-between the tacky decorations scattered around the yard. Jungkook cackled as he dodged your attempts at catching him, hiding behind a giant inflatable kangaroo holding onto a pair of ski poles while you stupidly crouched down to check if he was hiding underneath his car. Hide and seek was never your forté.

Jungkook's laugh was warm and genuine, it was the kind of laugh that would put a smile on a strangers face. The type of laughter that would set off an entire movie theatre, funnier and more contagious than any lame half assed joke an overpaid Hollywood actor was rehashing on the big screen.

It was also the kind of laugh that you had dreamed of over many lonely nights. The first time you had a dream about Jungkook you cancelled your plans the following day and refused to leave the house for a week in case you bumped into him. How could you possibly face your best friend after dreaming about his cock fucking your throat with no mercy? The look in his eyes as he came all over your face? How you woke up so horny you grabbed your vibrator and managed to make yourself come in just a few minutes?

The dreams eventually became less sexual and more romantic. Jungkook making you breakfast in bed, surprising you with your own puppy, cleaning the gutters - not only were you bad at hide and seek, romance was not your strong point either. But as lovely as Jungkook was, he was also a hot blooded male. A revolving door of women and men entered his life (and bedroom) and there was no way in hell you were willing to ruin your friendship by acting on a silly little crush with a man who seemed unwilling to ever settle down.

"Seriously though Jungkook, animatronics?" You huffed, bottom lip jutting out in a pathetic attempt of a pout. He just smiled brightly, "Are you feeling nervous?  Maybe a little threatened? Go big or go home I say. And that big ol' gift card is gonna be mine."

You bought your index finger to your thumb and let go, flicking Jungkook in the middle of his forehead, "It's fucking on Jeon."

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The next weekend you jumped into your pickup truck and took a visit to the nearest shopping complex. If Jungkook wanted to play dirty with items he knew the judges enjoyed then you just had to outdo the cocky little shit. You threw your handbag into the baby seat of the shopping cart and speed walked you way straight to the Christmas aisle of the store, weaving between parents and their unruly children hyped up on candy canes and hot chocolate.

"Ahhh this is what heaven would look like, I'm sure of it." Your short fingernails clicked against the handle of the cart as you made your way up and down the aisles. You took your time to leisurely pursue the shelves, excitedly gasping at the newest Christmas decor trends. Your cart quickly filled up with solar powered lights, Christmas cushions and a wooden train set.

But once your eyes landed on the next item you knew you had hit the jackpot. You nudged an older man out of the way to snatch a large box off the shelf, "Ahhh fuck yeah. Jungkook you better get ready to drop onto your knees to kiss my fat, juicy ass." You mumbled as you stroked the side of the box.

In your hands was a nine foot tall inflatable Santa, there was no way the judges would not pick you as the winner with something so outrageously over the top. Combined with the fog machine you had modified to release the classic scents of Christmas - peppermint, freshly baked cookies and cinnamon - around the visiting crowd as well as the popcorn and candy floss machines you had purchased to entice the male judges votes (since men always think with either their cocks or their stomach) you had a win in the bag.

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"You think that monstrosity is going to help you win?" Jungkook scratched at his nose, his head currently laying in your lap as you both snuggled on the leather couch in his cramped lounge. Boxes of unused Christmas decorations stacked around the space. The curtains were drawn open which gave you both a lovely view of your front yard and the massive Santa Claus that overlooked the neighbourhood.

Without thinking you ran your fingers through his thick straight hair, curling the strands around your fingers. "Maybe, but you've got to admit Jungkook he's pretty fucking cool. Look at how huge it is."

Jungkook scoffed, "I don't have to admit shit. But a size queen huh? I'm learning all sorts of interesting things about you recently." Your hand stilled in his hair, weighing up the options on whether twenty five to life in a state penitentiary would be worth murdering your best friend for.

Jungkook nudged his head against your hand, "Nnnn don't stop, that feels really nice." He whined, so you continued to play with his hair. Heart racing fast as you slowly moved your fingers down to trace over his straight eyebrows, to slide down his slightly hooked nose and then to tickle along his chisled jaw. Jungkook looked completely at peace, his eyes closed shut and mouth slightly parted. He was so pretty. And god, he smelled so good too. His Calvin Klein fresia and sandalwood scented cologne this close up was making you feel some type of way.

Horny.

Your best friend was making you horny.

You cleared your throat awkwardly and reached over for your bottle of beer, fingers clasped around the glass so tightly you were worried it may shatter in your grip. You chugged the rest of the frothy golden liquid, letting the sweet crisp taste sit on your tongue before swallowing. You needed to get out of there before you do something you may regret.

"I better go home JK," Bopping your leg up and down under his head you motioned for Jungkook to move, but the stubborn man remained laying there.

"Moveeeeee." You bounced both legs this time, his head flopping in your lap. A cheeky smile lifting the corners of his mouth up.

"Yeah whatever, goodbye." He replied, turning his head to face the television once again ignoring you.

"Hmmppftt." You grabbed the sides of his head and using all your strength pushed him towards the edge of the couch. Jungkook fought back, pressing all his weight down onto you and grabbing onto your legs when you tried to move them out from underneath. You both ended up on the floor wrestling like a pair of hormonally charged teenagers.

Your legs were wrapped around Jungkook's waist as he pinned your arms to the ground above your head. You glanced up and were met with his beautiful round eyes, dark hair falling to drape over them reminiscent of the kind of posters teen magazines loved to print of 1990's boyband members.

Your breath hitched when he lowered his face to hover insanely close to yours. You could feel his hot breath against your skin and your body broke out into goosebumps. A small shudder rippling through your body at the close proximity.

"We should make things more fun this year." His deep voice mumbled over the loud whooshing of your heart beat in your eardrums. All you could do was whimper and nod in response.

"If I win I want your pretty mouth around my cock. And wear that red lipstick you like to put on so often." His cocoa coloured eyes moved to study said mouth.

"A-and if I win?" Jungkook lowered himself more, his semi hard cock pressing against your bare thigh.

"Whatever you want of course." He ground his hips down hard, while his lips ghosted along your jaw. Not quite touching but enough to make your flesh heat up at the thought.

"Let me peg you." The words slipped out before you even had a chance to fully think them through. Jungkook smashed his lips against yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. The taste of sweet malt lager lingered in the kiss as your tongues clashed against one another. Years of pent up sexual tension finally manifesting itself in an awkward, sloppy kiss with far too much teeth clashing and strained noises.

"Shit," Jungkook broke the kiss, "I wish I wasn't so amazing at this whole Christmas thing cause I'm gonna totally win that gift card, but I would love for you to fuck me with a nice big, fat dildo. I'm not going to be able to get that image out of my head. Can I jerk off thinking about you tonight? That's what best friends are for right?"

Jungkook's teeth grazed against your skin as he sucked and nipped at your neck, "Well considering I've already touched myself while thinking of you, you may as well join in with the fun and games."

"You can't just tell me that and then not get into specifics." Jungkook whined, cock feeling a lot harder against your thigh now.

"Remember that night I came over and we got absolutely shit faced on cheap soju? You spilled a whole bottle on your shirt when you were dancing with Bam." You smiled at the memory of Jungkook lifting his dog onto his hind legs to waltz around the living room.

"You took your shirt off and I tried so hard not to stare, but fuckkkk Jungkook you are so hot. I climbed into bed when I got home and couldn't stop thinking of that fucking tattoo on your back. I pushed my panties down and slipped a finger between my lips, mmmJungkook I was so wet just thinking about you. Absolutely fucking drenched. I added another finger and pushed them into my tight little pussy."

Jungkook let go of your hands and dragged them down to grope your breasts over your shirt. "It wasn't enough though so I added another. Mmm I imagined my fingers were your cock, fucking me nice and deep. I came so hard I swear I nearly died."

Jungkook dropped his forehead to rest of your own. "We've known each other three years, why haven't we fucked yet?" Jungkook asked softly.

"Uhh because men and women can be friends without sex being involved? Plus you know I don't do the sex thing unless I'm dating someone and you aren't exactly the settle down kind of guy." You shrugged your shoulders at his question.

Jungkook sat up, his ass sitting on your thighs, "What do you mean? Are you calling me a man whore?"

You shrugged again and gave a weak smile, "I mean, I've never seen you with anyone for more than a few months. I value our friendship more than becoming your cum dumpster for a few weeks until you get bored and then kick me to the curb."

Jungkook pushed your shirt up to kiss the soft skin of your breasts exposed due to the balconette bra you wore, "You stupid idiot. I thought it was pretty obvious I find you incredibly sexy and would love to date you. Have you not paid any attention to my amazing innuendo over the years? My countless attempts at asking you out on a date? You always just seemed to friendzone me soooo.."

You moaned when cool air hit your nipple and made it stand erect, Jungkook had pulled the bra cup down and was tracing your hard nub with his tongue. "Friendzone? Ahhhhhfuck, we've both been misreading this situation it seems."

You moaned as Jungkook continued to suck and lick at your flesh, "I can't wait to bend you over Jungkook, I'll even take you out for dinner afterwards with the gift card I'm totally going to win."

Jungkook bit down on your nipple playfully, "So it's a deal then?" He asked, big wide eyes staring at you with something behind them that was more than just the fondness between two friends.

"Keep sucking on my tits like this and yeah sure, I'll agree to your stupid wager." That was good enough for Jungkook who just nod his head before bringing you to your release just with his skilled tongue and hands playing with your sensitive breasts.

It was official - you had lost your fucking mind to actually agree to this.

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The street was full of activity, a small group of teenagers stood on a make shift stage belting carols from the bottom of their lungs, children in Santa hats and reindeer antler headbands ran around with eyes as wide as saucers as they took in the wonder all around them and loved up couples walked hand in hand as the Christmas spirit brought them closer together.

It was Christmas Eve and as was tradition your cul-de-sac had closed off for the night to throw a Christmas street party, all the households mingling and enjoying the festivities. A mix and match of wood and plastic tables lined the asphalt street, a wide variety of pot luck dishes sat on top looking absolutely fucking enticing; dump cake, loaded potato casserole, white chicken chili and macaroni and cheese just to name a few. You could devour every single dish on the tables and not feel guilty about it.

A games station was half way down the street manned by an lovely elderly couple Dave and Mary - there were egg and spoon races (with baubles instead of eggs), three legged 'reindeer' races and Santa sack races. A sheet was hung against the side of a house which had Christmas movies projected against it and bubbles floated towards your end of the street as a quirky single dad Namjoon attempted magic tricks from the sidewalk in front of his house.

"Hey Jeon you ready to kiss my ass?" You poked at Jungkook's toned belly.

He cocked his head to the side, "Only person kissing any asses tonight will be you. You can give it a wee peck after choking on my dick."

Jungkook came to stand by your side, arm brushing against your own. His closeness made you feel nervous, the vibe between you both had changed since the night his tongue had made you come in your panties like a touch starved teenager. There were less terrible sexual puns and annoying digs at your (amazing) Christmas display and more sneaky little touches and goodbye kisses that never seemed to end. Neither one of you had mentioned that night again and the air between you both was becoming more and more tense as the days dragged on. You both needed a release, it was just of a matter of finding out who would be doing the fucking. And that night had finally arrived.

"Oh oh, look here they come. Piss off back to your place, go goooooo I can't be seen fraternising with the enemy." You pushed Jungkook towards the street and watched as he quickly jogged back to his tacky Christmas display, the bells on his red and green hat (with built in elf ears) dingling as his feet stomped across the pavement.

"Welcome! May your holidays sparkle with joy and laughter. Please feel free to look around the yard and have a good time." You plastered a fake smile on your face, pleased years of retail had trained you on how to come across as friendly and welcoming even when you were a grumpy, tired mess.

The judges walked one after another underneath the nutcracker archway and took their time reviewing your display. Taking close inspection at every single decoration, light and of course to stop and help themselves to popcorn and candyfloss. They repeated their actions at Jungkook's house, no sign of any reactions on their faces as they walked off to view the rest of the houses on the street.

You rushed over and bumped into Jungkook's side, grabbing his hand and holding it tight, "Did they say anything? They were so quiet over at mine. Oh my god I'm so nervous."

Jungkook squeezed your hand, "Nope they didn't say shit. They are taking it really seriously this year." He brought your hand to his mouth and brushed his lips against your knuckles. The action causing your cheeks to flush.

"Cute." He whispered, "I noticed you're wearing that red lipstick that gets my dick twitching in my pants, is that a sign of defeat on your part?"

You squeezed his hand hard, lightly digging your nails into his skin, "You wish Jeon."

"Well yeah, I mean that's the whole point of this wager thing. You really are dense sometimes." He tugged you close to kiss the tip of your nose. "Dense but adorable as hell. Fuck, that lipstick though. Feel my dick it's hard already."

He moved your joined hand to his crotch, brushing your hand against his surprisingly hard cock. "Oh my god Jungkook." You gawped at him in faux outrage, mouth dropped open and eyebrows high on your forehead. "Out here in front of everyone?"

You began to rub your hand back and forth over the tent in his pants, "Don't start something you can't handle Jeon." Your voice slow and seductive as you continued to fondle him in the middle of the crowded street.

After an agonising wait the judges finally stepped onto the stage to announce the winner of the gift card and the honour of bragging rights after being named the best Christmas house on the street. You and Jungkook pushed your way through the crowd to stand directly in front of the stage.

Jungkook bopped back and forth on his heels as nervous energy flowed through his body. He reminded you of a stupidly buff kangaroo hopping around on the spot.

"Thank you everyone for all your hard work this year. The displays have been incredible and we appreciate every single one of you." Martin - the Police Chief spoke to the crowd, "Every house has it's own charm and it's been a great delight to visit everyone that participated this year, Susan..."

Jungkook nudged your side and rolled his eyes at the stage when you turned to face him. You bit your bottom lip to stifle the laughter that was close to bubbling over.

"Ahh yes thank you Officer Williams, I am proud to be a resident of this cul-de-sac and that you have all bestowed on me the very important task of choosing a winner. This year's winner blew us away with their use of handmade decorations. They were very creative and we loved seeing the effort put into them."

Your shoulders slumped at this, Jungkook's display had a lot of handmade pieces crafted in his very own workshop, while yours were purchased and later modified at home.

"The winner of the 2021 Rosco Ave Annual Christmas Display Competition is NUMBER TWENTY FOUR! Well done Oliver!" Jungkook snapped his head towards you and you matched his confused expression.

A ten year old had beat you both?

Shoddily made cardboard and plywood decorations had won over pieces Jungkook had put his blood, sweat and tears into making?

Haphazardly placed lights were considered better than your massive fuck off Santa that loomed over the entire neighborhood?

"Uhhh what just happened?" You croaked as a spritely red headed boy ran onto the stage to accept the gift card and trophy.

"I think we just got our arses kicked by a child that's what." Jungkook shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked side to side, bumping into you everytime he swayed to the left.

"Well that's no fun we don't get to see each other naked now!" Your hand slapped over your mouth as your voice came out much louder than you had expected, gathering the attention of those standing nearby.

"Uhhh well I mean, I wouldn't say no if you wanted to suck on my dick a little you know?" Jungkook scratched at the base of his neck.

You pursed your lips and pretended to give his comment deep thought, rubbing your chin with your index finger and thumb. "Let's get out of here then."

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Jungkook flopped against the bed, completely naked from the waist down thanks to your busy hands making work of the zip on his white linen trousers the minute you both crossed the threshold into your home. His cock moved to slap against his toned abdomen when his ass hit the mattress. God, he looked beautiful laying there in just his purple and green plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off the eclectic range of tattoos that ran up and down his arm.

You climbed onto the bed and crawled between his spread legs, you hated to admit it but you were fucking excited to be so close to Jungkook's exposed cock right now. It was just as pretty as your wicked mind had pictured it to be.

You reached out and began stroking his length with a tight grip, cheeks growing hot at how big he was in your tiny hands. Parting your mouth slightly, you gathered salvia and spat it directly onto the head of his cock, the spit slowly dribbling down the sides. Your hand dragged the spit down his shaft, making the slide even smoother.

With your fingers grasped tightly around his base you lowered your head and began licking around the tip. He tasted salty from the precum that had began leaking from his eager cock. Your pointed tongue dug into the slit making his legs tremble. It was cute just how sensitive Jungkook was.

Opening your mouth wide, you took as much of Jungkook as you possibly could getting pretty close to deep throating his length. Next time you thought to yourself. Your tongue rubbed against his shaft as you held your place, throat full of cock. You swallowed hard, a loud moan heard from further up the bed when your throat contracted around Jungkook's cock. You pulled off to begin licking up and down his length, spitting to make the blowjob messy and loud - a perfect description of yourself.

Your red lipstick was smudged over your chin and looked so lovely mixed with all the spit on Jungkook's tanned, smooth cock. While you bobbed up and down on his shaft you began to fondle his tight balls, rolling the soft skin between your digits. Small fingers made their way down Jungkook's strong muscular thigh to reach his ass. He shifted underneath you to grant you easier access to his cute little hole which you rewarded by pressing your thumb against his entrance, caressing the skin lightly.

Jungkook pouted like a toddler when you pulled off his hard, leaking cock, "Don't stopppp, I was so close to coming."

You slapped his thigh lightly, "You should know by now I don't like people telling me what to do." You pushed his legs further apart and took his balls into your mouth, rolling them around your tongue. It seemed by the satisfied moans, Jungkook was huge fan of your tongue so you let it travel further south until you met his puckered hole.

Spreading his cheeks apart as much as you could in this position you moved your mouth to cover his asshole completely and began licking along the sensitive skin. After a few experimental licks you plunged your tongue inside, surprised when Jungkook began to push his ass against your face.

"Nope, you're not coming from that." You scowled, rubbing your chin free from spit and smudged lipstick as you moved off the bed and dropped down onto your knees to search the bottom of your closet. Jungkook cursed, his cock was so hot and red, his balls heavy and ready to explode.

"Ah ha!" You exclaimed excitedly, pulling a tangled mess of metal, fabric and silicone out of the closet. Jungkook sat on his knees, feet tucked under his naked butt as he watched you remove your jeans and t-shirt standing in just your lacey red matching bra and panty set to then step into the harness one leg at a time. You tightened the straps around your hips and then around your thighs making sure it fit snug against your flesh. As you moved to your side table the pink silicone dildo bobbed up and down with every step which made you giggle.

"Get on all fours Jeon, it's time for me to live out something I've been dreaming of for a verrryyyy long time." The sweet smile on your face was in contrast to the sight of you standing in just your lingerie and a harness with a fake cock attached to it, but Jungkook was loving every second as much as you were and eagerly turned around, his hands and knees placed on mattress while his firm, tight ass wiggled in the air.

"Fuck" You whispered as you squeezed lube liberally over the dildo and began stroking it's length to coat every inch in the cool liquid. Jungkook's hole was right there, pretty and pink, glistening from your tongue exploring it earlier. With a lubed finger you rubbed around his tight puckered hole and then slid it in, memorised by how his asshole clenched around the digit. You pulled out and drizzled more lube right above his crack, letting the liquid slowly drip down onto his hole. You pushed the liquid inside, coating his walls with the lube. The squelching of lubed fingers inside a tight asshole was such a lovely sound when mixed with Jungkook's soft moaning and gasps.

"Can you fuck me already, shit. I hate being edged, please don't edge me." Jungkook rocked his ass against your fingers, fucking himself as you held your hand still. You obliged, since you were just as keyed up as he was, only difference was your excellent poker face.

Gripping onto his hip with one hand, you held the dildo with the other. Lining up with his hole you took a deep breath and pushed against him, his ass slowly opening to take the dildo exquisitely. With a hard, deep snap of your hips you bottom out completely.

You leaned over Jungkook, the dildo far inside his ass and your soft lace covered tits pressing against his back. "Are you okay?" You asked, leaving little kisses along his spine and shoulders. "Mmmm move, fuck me. Fuck me hard. If you think you're going hard enough you aren't, go harder." He replied through gritted teeth.

"Mmhmm." You hummed, pulling out only to slam back into Jungkook, flesh connecting with a loud smack. Your hips rocked back and forth, the dildo reaching deep inside, only to be pulled out just as quickly. Jungkook arched his back, returning every thrust with one of his own. The knuckles on your left hand began to whiten as you held on tight, using the leverage to fuck the tattooed man within an inch of his life.

"Ahhh fuck, yessss just like that." Jungkook cried out as you pounded into him wildly. Reaching between his legs you took his cock into your hand and tried to stroke him in time with your thrusts. It was a little awkward and uncomfortable but feeling his cock pulsate against your skin was a beautiful sensation.

The dildo continued to plunge in and out of Jungkook's hole, his asscheeks jiggling despite how toned and firm they were. It was truly hypnotizing. You could very easily get used to this view.

"Yeah, take my fat cock JK. Mmm such a whore, look at you, you little cock slut." The dirty words just tumbled out of your mouth. Never had you spoken to a lover like this before but Jungkook encouraged your debauchery. Whimpering and whining everytime you opened your mouth.

A low rough grunt let you know you of Jungkook's orgasm, the dusky pink floral duvet cover now covered in splashes of his creamy white cum. After slamming into him one more time - making sure to hit that sweet spot inside his ass you pulled out, the dildo making a leud wet popping sound as Jungkook's wrecked hole fluttered open, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again.

"Wow." Jungkook's arms gave out and he fell onto the mattress, laying in the puddle of his cum seemingly unbothered by this fact. "So I'm gonna need this is be our Christmas tradition from now on. You, me and that wonderful strap on."

Carefully you undid the straps of the harness and dropped it to the ground. Your thighs and lower back were burning from the 'Blow Jungkook's Mind (and cock)' workout you had just completed so you climbed onto the bed and melted into the soft mattress. Jungkook rolled over and pressed himself against your side, throwing a cum covered leg over your thigh. "Before you start getting weird and over thinking things, that's my attempt at asking you out. You know, to be my girlfriend or whatever."

"Always the romantic Jeon." His silky black hair slipped between your fingers as you scratched at his scalp the way you knew he liked. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, but uhhh Jungkook it's not fair if only one of us gets to come tonight." You took his hand and slipped it into your panties, spreading your legs further apart so he had better access to run his fingers through your wet folds.

"Jesus Christ." Jungkook choked, pushing two fingers easily into your pussy, "Fucking me got you this wet huh?"

"I told you, ahhh, I've been wanting to do that for a long time. Oh g-god." His thumb circled your clit while two fingers thrust inside of you, rubbing against the sensitive ridges of your inner walls. The kiss he pressed to your lips caused sparks to course throughout your body.

"Keep doing that and you'll make me squirt." A tingling pressure began to pool between your legs as Jungkook curled his fingers to massage your sweet spot.

"Really?! Merry fucking Christmas to me."

While you dazzled Jungkook with your ability to gush all over his fingers, the Christmas party continued outside, neighbours none the wiser to what was taking place inside your bedroom. Even when the party had ended, tables returned to garages, children tucked into bed awaiting the arrival of Santa, plates of potluck left overs placed into packed refrigerators the two of you fucked like rabbits all night long.

You weren't competing for a gift card anymore, but rather how many orgasms you could draw from the other. And this was one competition you were fine losing if it meant Jungkook got to fill all your holes until you were an exhausted, hot sweaty cum covered mess.

Who needs a stupid gift card when you could have a handsome submissive muscle bunny to call your own anyway.

#Bts smut #Jungkook smut #bts fic #jungkook fanfic #ksmutclub #jungkook x reader #jungkook #bts imagines #bangtaninn #bts fanfiction #Bts #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook

[mantrabay]

Surreal Pulse Rate 2

From a gem-encrusted window’s moonlit sash,

I peer vacantly on monetesque impressions as they wander every ink shade hue pathway.

Bag lady street hail loner, water colour lachrymose plight across the spillway nights-cape,

Cul-de-sac of shadow flitting sprites begging to be daubed on some genie artist’s easel.

Surreal urban pulse rate , spooky ghost form atom charge of tomb laden solemness,

sodden eerie platform where my sliver bob tail auntie booked her tickets to southern rustic idylls.

She sang of autumn sunset blight, its wan perusal o’er moisture ashen realm.

Her final year on earth evoked dichotomy defying dissertation on that grey stone bridge between a luminous parade of diamond glitter and mirrorball municipal, sandwich filler to that lamb of many bleats amid lush pastures.

Blossom facial hyacinth relation who once did eyelash blink those natural world Edens flowing thru her lyric laden pysche.

Alas that end of term eviction, lifespan tenure landlord surreptitious in their reach, cast a mural strain upon this tower block mythic folklore woman

Photograph n image poem mantrabay copyright protected

[jlalafics]

Hey! 41 if you’re still doing them :))) love your fics btw!!

Happy New Year, friend, and thank you for reading my stories!

41. comfort food

Victors’ Village was once the beacon of District 12; a cul-de-sac of mansions, all gleaming white.

Over the years—after a raid, and an eventual rebellion—the once grand neighborhood was now falling apart. Half of the houses were destroyed while the others had fallen in disrepair due to ageing and poor construction.

Peeta cursed under his breath as another gust of wind seem to rattle through the kitchen and he made a mental note to search for the spot when he had the time.

Thankfully, the burner for their stove kept a steady warmth inside the kitchen as he prepared lunch for Katniss.

Four years, they had lived in their home in Victors’ Village and this was the first time that she had been violently sick. It had been gradual—loss of appetite, a little sneeze here and there, then exhaustion. Last week, he had found her asleep on the couch, her bow still in her grasp while Buttercup meowed in annoyance because his spot was taken.

Since then, Katniss had kept to their bedroom and Peeta had become her nursemaid. Haymitch had sent out a message to Effie to get some Capitol medication to help her out of the funk. Yesterday, their former mentor had dropped off a thick, wool blanket that he just happened to find in town—god forbid that he admit that he cared.

As for himself, Peeta had tried hard not to worry. For so long, it was Katniss who had taken care of him, who soothed him during his illnesses, whether they be physical or emotional.

Now it was his turn. He would not let her down.

He stirred the thick liquid in the pot before going to the nearby cabinet to grab a bowl and small plate to place on the tray on their kitchen table. Taking the thick bowl, he brought it to the pot and scooped the stew into it before placing it on a tray. Then quickly, he reached into the oven, grabbing the warm rolls, placing them onto the plate.

Carefully, Peeta lifted the tray, heading out and up the stairs.

He entered the room to find Katniss sitting up, swathed in blankets with Buttercup at the foot of their bed.

“I guess I’m not the only one who’s worried about you,” he said with a grin.

Katniss smiled faintly. “He’s afraid that his game supply will run out.”

“I brought lunch.” He held the tray up. “Do you have the stomach for it?”

“What is it?” she asked in interest.

“Lamb stew from the Effie’s last shipment and some rolls.” He rounded the bed, sitting on his side of the bed. “Thought you could use some comfort food.”

There was a hungry glint in her eyes as he pulled the legs of the tray to stand it in front of her.

He placed a napkin on her lap, then reached for the spoon to scoop some stew.

Blowing it gently, Peeta held the spoon out. “Open up.”

Katniss raised a brow. “Really? I can feed myself.”

“I just want to take care of you,” he insisted. “You’re always taking care of me and I’ve been in much more rotten states than you are.”

Giving him an indulgent smile, Katniss opened her mouth, letting him feed her. They fell into silence as he helped her eat, handing her the spoon as he reached to tear into a roll for her.

“You’re eating a lot better,” Peeta remarked. “Two days ago, you spent most of the day on the floor of the bathroom.”

Katniss flushed in embarrassment. “Not my finest moment.”

“No big deal. There’s no Capitol cameras to witness it.” Peeta pressed a kiss to her cheek. “It’s just you, me, and Buttercup.”

She rested back against the headboard. “I think I’m finished.”

Taking the tray, he moved it to an adjacent chair and joined her back on the bed, slipping underneath the blankets with her.

“Thank you,” she told him.

“For what?”

“For taking care of us.”

“I love you,” he told her, his hand going to her cheek. “I always going to take care of you.” He reached over to scratch behind Buttercup’s ear. “And this guy pretty much takes care of himself.”

“I didn’t mean Buttercup when I said ‘us.” Her hand went to her abdomen. “I meant…”

His eyes shot to where her hand rested. “What?”

“I’m tired, nauseous, and throwing up,” she explained. “And I’m late.”

He moved in closer. “By how long?”

“About two weeks?” Katniss met his eyes anxiously. “I know we’ve talked about it…argued it about really…but I’m happy about this. I hope you are—”

His arms went around Katniss’ waist, pulling her onto his lap. “We’re having a baby.”

“We are.” Katniss caressed his cheek tenderly. “You’re going to be a great father.”

He blinked back tears as he gazed up at her. “You’re going to be the best mother.”

Nestled in blankets, their lips met, soaked in the hope of the new life being brought into their home.

#anon #micro story #Everlark #Everlark Drabble #Post-Mockingjay Everlark #district12!Everlark #Post-Rebellion

[sanders1665]

Treading over cracked pavements, a fetid stench persists from the night before, a macabre relationship, early in the frigid morning, echos of a drunken fight, seen in the dried blood on the ground, misery is your wing-man, and hope is a vague word you've heard, indifference surrounds lonely tears and the broken hearted, nobody gives a fuck on Surly Street. In the back alleys where thieves hide their guilt, hushed voices plan their next job, greedy eyes seek the rich when they sleep, slumbering folk unaware of their fate, twisted honor and respect among these thieves, broken fingers if you break the code, avoiding the priest when he comes knocking for a donation, wearing your best clothes for church on Sunday, from a flea market cradle to a paupers grave, breaking all the sins in the gloom of Surly Street. Muffled noises from the neighbors fighting again, increase the T.V volume to drown out the noise, no such thing as existential musings, abjection seeps from the mildew on the walls, tormented existence for all those creeping around, as old soldiers stumble and fall over cracked pavements, a politician smiles and a job disappears, forcing families into rent arrears, shattering glass and another broken window, watch where your walking on Surly Street. From the piss stained bus shelters and rat infested railway arches, sleep the emaciated vagrants and teenage runaways, the Mayor and the town priests are blind to the ruined and desperate, unforgiving winter nights will take a soul to a welcoming Hell, dead men's shoes and overcoats will find a new body, wheezing heavy breaths and tired feet echo on starless nights, as wobbly people and jeers exit from the corner pub, The Lost Ship, heading for the chippy and belly full of greasy chips, closing time entertainment at the end of Surly Street. Screeching brakes and slamming doors, black and white action movie stuff, a broken nosed man with prison tattoos appears, revenge and clenched fists seek some poor bastard, there's grey pigeons shitting from the rain gutters, and rain filled potholes in the road, the bitter taste of stewed tea lingers in your mouth, your blood runs cold with hopeless thoughts of tomorrow, huddled in the corners of empty derelict shops, its a two way cul-de-sac that keeps you on Surly Street. Rumbling volcano's ready to explode, when the housing inspector knocks, poverty and deprivation, a familiar coat, cloak you like an Egyptian mummy, mice and rats have taken abode in the walls, and scurry about with arrogant liberty, copper pans catch the drips from the ceiling, and the kids share a bath by the fire, another life is what you see on the telly, neglected ne'er do wells reside on Surly Street. The boys do their boy stuff and the girls do their girl stuff, all wanting to get into each others pants and knickers, the constant aroma of death from the abattoir, just another lamb bleating at a coming slaughterman, ghosts of yesterdays dreams, quickly turn to nightmares, life feels like a permanent rainy Monday morning, keeping an eye on Friday to drink your frothy poison, the newspaper offers you something in the Situations Vacant column, a few lucky ones will permanently vacate their situation, there's a secret passage if you're willing to walk the corridor, behind the back door of ghastly Surly Street.

#my poem #poetry #spilled poetry #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poets corner #life

[kneipho]

Sunday submission: @mantrabay

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Surreal Urban Pulse.

From a gem-encrusted window’s moonlit sash,

I peer vacantly on monetesque impressions as they wander every ink shade hue pathway.

Bag lady street hail loner, water colour lachrymose plight across the spillway nights-cape,

cul-de-sac of shadow flitting sprites begging to be daubed on some genie artist’s easel.

Surreal urban pulse rate, spooky ghost form atom charge of tomb laden solemness,

sodden eerie platform where my silver bob tail auntie booked her tickets to southern rustic idylls.

She sang of autumn sunset blight, its wan perusal o’er moisture ashen realm.

Her final year on earth evoked dichotomy defying dissertation, probing insight on that grey stone bridge between a luminous parade of diamond glitter and mirrorball municipal, sandwich filler to that lamb of many bleats amid lush pastures.

Blossom facial hyacinth relation, who once did eyelash blink that natural world Eden flowing through her lyric-laden pysche.

Alas that end of term eviction, lifespan tenure landlord surreptitious in their reach, cast a mural strain upon this tower block mythic folklore woman.

Lyric poem by mantrabay copyright protected.

Thanks for reading all my submissions

Sent from my iPhone

#mantrabay #submission sunday #submission #writers on tumblr #written word #creative writing #other #surreal urban pulse

[frogs-spawn]

it’s true lads, i have actually written something

(this was a prologue of a long canon fic that i’m writing/on hiatus on (oops) but i was thinking of changing the pov of it, so this doesn’t fit in it anymore) i may end up finishing the canon one, but it is long, so it probably won’t see the light of day, but we’ll see

anyway, here’s the ao3 link if you would like to read it on there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31116254

a tragic twist of fate:

summary: the lupin family are enjoying a quiet evening, when an unwelcome visitor shows up, changing all of their lives forever.

word count: 1.6k

The sun was setting, casting a burning haze across the sea, and subsequently over the unsuspecting cul-de-sac in the Gower. The pebble-dashed bungalows that hugged the road were quaint and uniform, with a meagre patch of grass out the front that barely constituted as a garden. All things considered; it was a very normal street. There were the Jones', with their tiny Yorkshire terrier, which was small in size but easily compensated with its tremendous bark. The Thomas', who were always out the front regardless of the weather, observing the street's comings and goings. The Liu's, whose windows were constantly filled with an assortment of different lights, illuminating the street, making it feel like Christmas every day. Opposite them, were the Lupin's. There was Lyall, who has a mysterious job that no one is quite able to figure out exactly what it entails; his wife, Hope, who made sure that the whole street was well and truly fed; finally, their 5-year-old son, Remus, who's usually found playing out on the empty street.

Remus, as expected, was having a game of tag with Julia from across the road when his mother called out from the front door. She had thick blonde hair, slightly greying at the crown of her head, which was tied up into a loose bun, the fly-always whipping the side of her face, which was covered slightly with gravy.

"Remus, it's time to come in now. Your father has just gotten home, and dinner's almost ready."

"But Mammy! I'm not even tired," Remus pleaded, shouting back, a little breathless. "Can we have a few more minutes? Please?"

"It's okay, Mrs Lupin." Julia panted, brushing her dark fringe from out of her eyes, it was a miracle she could even see. She was a few years older than Remus but was still somehow shorter than the boy (who was only slightly tall for his age). "I think my parents want me back soon anyway." She turned to Remus and smiled, "We're going to go out and play again tomorrow, aren’t we Re?”

"Yeah, okay then. I'll see you tomorrow! Bye!" Remus chirped back, with some newfound energy. He then proceeded to hurtle up the driveway and stumble through the front door.

“Not even going to give your old mammy a cwtch?” Hope laughed, following her son through the door, shoving her hands into her pockets.

He clambered onto his chair at the kitchen table and watched eagerly as his mother took a roast lamb out of the oven and began to dish it out on to mismatched plates. There were roast potatoes, which were crispy on the outside, but still fluffy and buttery on the inside, peas, carrots, and parsnips - that were roasted to perfection, and it was all smothered with thick gravy that was laden with salt and had the potential to clog up your arteries – but if it’s bad for you then that meant it would probably delicious. Remus’ mouth was practically watering.

"Now, as you've been running around all afternoon, I'll give you the extra roastie, how about that?" Hope smiled down at Remus, scooping a roast potato onto the plate.

Lyall stooped into the kitchen at that moment, placing his tattered briefcase down onto the splintered wooden counter and bent over to kiss his wife on the head. He was tall and lanky with brown curly hair that was just starting to thin. He wore deep navy robes over the top of a well-fitted suit, looking as if he had just walked out of a very important meeting. He could have been a very intimidating man if it weren't for the way his eyes lit up and his mouth formed a crooked grin when he looked adoringly across his small family, with an immense sense of pride.

"This looks wonderful, darling. What did I ever do to deserve you?" he laughed as went over to his son and ruffled his hair. "According to Mrs Thomas, you've been charging up and down the road all day! No wonder you look knackered." He fell into the chair next to him, as Hope brought the dinner over.

The family ate with easy conversation. Hope explained how she had heard from Mrs Thomas that Mrs Jones was apparently putting empty wine bottles into her recycling bin and Lyall explained his new case at work, but it seemed boring, so Remus didn't pay it much attention. He wolfed his food down so quickly, barely stopping for a breath, his poor mother thought he might end up with indigestion.

"Stay in your own lane, Lyall, that's what they said," Lyall explained in between mouthfuls, gesturing at no one in particular with his fork. "They won't believe me though, and that Greyback has been released again, the man makes my skin crawl." He used air quotes when describing him and huffed, as he took another bite out of his roast. "It's madness, I told them that. Did they listen? No. Cases of lycanthropy are going up and it's because of creatures like them. String 'em all up for all I care. Bloody werewolves.”

"Not at the table Lyall," Hope piped in, sensing that her husband was about to go on another one of his world-renowned rants. "I understand it's a pain, especially if no one listens to you at work, but let's keep dinner time a happy affair, don't you think?"

"Yeah, no, sorry love" he gave her a sweet smile, which she returned. "Anyway. Did you have you had fun today, Re?"

The boy looked up and nodded quickly. "Yeah, me and Julia played lots of games. We had a race to see who was faster. And I won!" he exclaimed, talking at the speed of a hundred miles per hour, he spread his arms for dramatic effect and sat up higher in his chair. "She said I was cheating, but I wasn't, I promise!"

"No, of course, you weren't." Lyall laughed and looked down at his son like he was the most precious thing in the world.

After dinner, the family were positioned around the small-rickety fire pit that was positioned in the corner of the patio, made up of broken slabs of concrete with weeds emerging like great vines through the gaps. The fire crackled and spat, specks of charred wood and the burning flame releasing swirling smoke into the atmosphere. They sat on wobbly wooden chairs, that they had gotten from the charity shop, which were starting to rot and covered in splinters. However, Hope had made some colourful and slightly garish cushions, so it was incredibly comfortable, despite the small risk of the chairs collapsing from underneath them. Hope was sat with a pair of knitting needles in hand, focusing on the burgundy jumper that Remus would undoubtedly get for Christmas in a couple of months time. Remus sat opposite and was looking eagerly at his father, who was making the little old wooden figurines of soldiers that Hope collected do an Irish jig across the uneven stone.

Then, there was a rustling in the undergrowth at the far end of the garden. The birds that had nested and settled in for the evening took flight, flying off into the rising moon, bright and beautiful.

"What on earth could that be?" Hope wondered out loud, staring out into the distance, squinting her eyes.

'I'll go check it out.” Lyall chuckled as he pushed himself out of the chair. "Probably just a fox, I shall go shoo it away."

He wandered to the end of the garden, managing to avoid the snail hotel Remus had built a year ago. He lit up his wand so that he could see at least three steps ahead of himself.

It was a surprise that it remained standing, despite the howling gales and torrential rain it had to endure, it stayed. For as long as he could remember, Remus looked after the snails in the hotel, gave them any leftover lettuce. They were his favourite magical creatures. It fascinated him, the way they could stick to the walls and go upside down, the only way that was possible, Remus decided, was magic. Lyall didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

"Ah, Lyall Lupin. Just the man I wanted to see." An unfamiliar voice snarled. The voice was deep and ragged as if it had been strained from screaming too loud "Fancy seeing you here."

“Fenrir.” Lyall cut back, voice curt but contained a small tremble. "Leave me and my family alone and take your unpleasant business somewhere else." He straightened his jacket and stood rigidly, making himself taller. But the figure, Fenrir, stood a head above him, despite his hunched posture.

"I don't think that would be necessary." He countered, his voice becoming more and more menacing. "How is your family? I'd love to meet them." He shoved Lyall out of the way, causing him to lose balance and he stumbled into the hedge.

“Hope! Remus! Get into the house and lock the door!” Lyall shouted, desperately, unable to keep up with Greyback, who was striding across the garden.

Hope quickly grabbed her things and ran, pushing open the back door with a creak.

“Remus, come on lamb, into the house.” Hope coaxed from the door, trying to sound as calm as possible.

But Remus stayed rooted to the spot, unmoving, fixed and waiting, staring into the monster before him.

Fenrir Greyback was a giant of a man, towering easily over 6 feet tall. He was unkempt and greasy, covered in black matted hair. His deceitful yellowing eyes emitting nothing venom. Remus scrambled off of the chair and edged slowly towards his mother. It was too late.

Their eyes locked. A deal had been struck.

Under the silver moon, Greyback's manic grin turned pointed and wider. Bones cracked, twisted, and popped. Hair became thicker, wired, and coarse. Tortured hands and feet transformed into gnarly claws. His previously crooked nose became a leathery, wet, snout.

Barring his teeth, Fenrir Greyback took a couple of paces forward, crushing the hotel under a monstrous paw, towards a terrified Remus Lupin.

And pounced.

#remus lupin #hope lupin #lyall lupin #fenrir greyback #young remus lupin #marauders era #marauders fic #hp fic #cait has actually written something #(don't worry i'm as surprised as you are) #sorry this is quite sad