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(tries burts bees chapstick for the first time and has to take it off within three minutes because my lips are tingling so much it feels like they’ve ascended to a different plane of reality)
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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬. ♡∞:。.。
One kiss with your best friend won't ruin your strong friendship... right?
◌ Genre: Straight up fluff
◌ Warnings: i died while writing this
◌ Song: Everybody Talks
For some reason, Beomgyu couldn't stop looking at you today. You hadn't done anything new with your appearance and yet, he felt flustered even looking at you.
The way the sun rays hit your eyes had his heart pounding. Your lips, slightly shiny since you had put on some chapstick moments before, made them look alluring and he wasn't sure if he could hold himself back from kissing you, his best friend. He always knew you were beautiful, but today... he was oh so, incredibly weak in front of you.
Noticing that Beomgyu was staring, you raised an eyebrow as well as the corner of your lips.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Gyu?" You nervously asked, wondering why he wasn't laughing at your funny story. You were going to say that his lack of attention to your words was offensive, but the way he was staring at you... you couldn't help but forget about what you were talking about.
Your best friend just looked at you deeply, intoxicated with your presence. You felt your cheeks suddenly become warm as you locked eyes, insecure due to his intense stare. For a while you two sat quietly on the couch, locked in the silence as none of you dared to make a move.
He was close enough that you could feel his breath fanning against your cheeks but he didn't seem to notice it, instead just observing your face. You were lost in his as well, feeling that this whole interaction was illegal because you two were just friends. Best friends as always.
"Y/N," Beomgyu started before obviously glancing down at your lips, "one kiss... won't ruin anything, right?"
There was a hint of desperation behind his voice, as if he was dying to ask that question. You gulped, taking a couple seconds to respond with a timid nod because wait, did you hear that right?
Beomgyu inched closer, his eyes slowly closing before gently pressing his lips against yours. You closed your eyes as well, too shy to double take that your best friend of all people was kissing you! Said best friend was extremely delicate with you, demonstrating the soft spot he had for you on the inside. He seemed to be testing the waters, the pressure of his kiss absolutely tender. However, Beomgyu's act of affection was impossibly perfect as he held you close, his hand combing through the strands of your hair.
Eventually, he had to pull away with both of you needing air. Again, neither of you said anything, but you knew exactly what you both wanted in the thickness of the silence.
"Just one more, please?" he begged, gazing at you with his puppy dog eyes- the very look that you could never say no to. He was pulling out your weakness, but he didn't even need it in the first place. You didn't even have time to answer before he hopelessly crashed his lips against yours, as if hungry for your love. He was rather rough this time, desperate to have you in any way possible.
No, of course one kiss wouldn't ruin your friendship. Not when it felt right kissing him.
Released: June 13, 2024, 1:35am (CT)
Thoughts: goshhhhh i was so weak while writing this. I LOVE GYU.
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Luke is obsessed with you lips and will apply your chapstick,lip gloss,etc, for you any chance he gets. Your faces are inches apart and all you can do is stare up at him. He'll hold you by your chin with one hand, his brow slightly furrowed and his eyes focused with a concerning intensity on your mouth.
He then spends way too long,still holding your face, lightly gliding his fingers over your soft lips. His own mouth parted as he lets out slow but slightly shaky measured breaths against your face, trying to keep control of himself.
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Hitoshi Shinso x reader
“Flavor”
"Is it... blueberry?" Hitoshi muttered, confused with his his half-lidded eyes.
You had bought some flavored chapsticks you pressured him to play the game you had seen in a video with you … to guess the flavour of the balm.
"Wait, mh... cherry? Am I anywhere close?"
"No silly" you chuckled as you applied more chapstick.
"C'mon guess again!"
Hitoshi's lips curled into a small smile at your chuckling, though he still looked deep in thought as he moved a bit closer to you.
"Hmm... I guess I will keep trying until I get it right," he then said, trying to look annoyed yet there was nothing but playfulness in his voice. "Okay then, let's see... mango?"
"Really mango?" Your eyebrow lifted
"I'll give you a hint it's flavored fruit it’s common!"
Hitoshi chuckled quietly as your eyebrow lifted, his indigo eyebrows raising momentarily at the hint. He leaned in even closer to your lips, his eyes now wide open as he studied your lips in intense thinking, as if studying a piece of art.
"Hmm..." He stayed quiet and still for a moment... before finally speaking again.
"Passionfruit?"
"Noo!" You applied more lip balm as he took on your lips a licked them passionately trying to guess again.
Hitoshi closed his eyes as he accepted the kiss, tasting the balm on your lips.As you pulled away once more, he let out a soft chuckle.
"Damn, not even close..." He mumbled as he looked at your lips one more time.
With you putting on more balm, he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, his mind still in deep thought of what the mysterious flavour could be.
Hitoshi couldn't help biting your bottom lip as he kissed you, trying to get a better grasp of the flavour as his tongue moved across your lips with a strong sense of curiosity. With each kiss and each taste, he became more and more frustrated that he couldn't figure it out.
"Damn it, what is it..." He mumbled against your lips, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek.
"I swear, it better not be like... green apple."
"Hell no!" you giggled as you covered you mouth. His kisses turned you on but you were enjoying this game so much.
Hitoshi pulled back slowly, looking at you with a slightly annoyed expression, a small pout now on his face.
"Then what is it? I've been tasting it for so long and still nada... I swear you're using some kind of trick. It has to be."
He tried to look irritated though it was obvious he was just frustrated about not being correct about the flavour. He leaned in closer once more, looking at your lips with a smirk.
He tried to look irritated though it was obvious he was just frustrated about not being correct about the flavour. He leaned in closer once more, looking at your lips with a smirk.
"Come on, give me a hint - one hint."
"No! I already gave you one! Do you give up?" You snickered
"Ugh..."
Hitoshi groaned at your words. He gritted his teeth as he leaned back and away from you slightly, knowing that you'll hold this over his head later if he really did admit defeat. But he was too stubborn to give up just like that.
"No, I'm not giving up that easily," he said as he narrowed his eyes at you.
"I will get that flavour, damnit."
"If you say so!" You applied your chapstick one more time. Hitoshi's eyes instantly locked on to your lips when you applied the balm again, a determined look on his face.
He leaned forward slightly, his hand coming up to gently hold your chin so he could keep your face still.
"Okay... last try." He muttered lowly as he looked intently at your lips, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
"Just give me a second to concentrate."
Hitoshi noticed the hitch in your breath and it only fueled him even more. He leaned in again, his finger gently tilting your chin upwards to angle your face before his lips met yours once more. He held the kiss for a few extra seconds, taking his time to taste the lip balm on your lips.
He was clearly trying to memorize the taste and even tried to think back to other times he's tasted it to compare the flavour.
After a few more moments, Hitoshi finally pulled back, keeping his eyes firmly locked on your lips as he tried to get a sense of the flavour. He was silent for a moment, deep in thought before finally speaking up again.
"Damn it, I can't figure it out. It's driving me crazy." He mumbled as his eyes flicked up to yours, a small pout on his lips.
"Just lemme taste it once more."
"It's not free kisses!. it's to guess!" You pounted
Hitoshi let out a deep sigh, knowing that he wouldn't get one more taste unless he got the taste correct.
"Damn it..." He mumbled as he pouted back at you, his eyes narrowing.
"Okay.. one more guess and I swear l'l get it this time."
Hitoshi leaned in again, his hand still on your chin to keep your face still as he once again captured your lips in a kiss.
He tried to focus all his attention on the taste, letting his tongue slide along your lips in an attempt to get a better taste of the lip balm.
His eyes were closed and his mind was working overtime as he tried to guess once again. He could feel his frustration growing by the second, but he knew he couldn't give up now, not after all this time.
After what felt like an eternity, Hitoshi finally pulled back from the kiss, his hand letting go of your chin slowly. He looked up at you with a defeated look in his eyes, silently admitting that he had failed again.
"Damn it... I really am not gonna get it, am I?" He asked, a slight irritation in his voice though it was obvious he was more upset with himself for not being able to guess correctly.
You looked at him with desire as your lips warmed on to his touch
Hitoshi's irritation faded away as soon as he saw the look on your face. He couldn't help but lean closer to you once more, his eyes flickering down to your lips as the desire in him grew.
"I can't believe I'm letting some stupid lip balm stop me," he mumbled, his voice low and hoarse as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek.
"I don't care what the damn flavour is anymore. I just want to taste your lips again..."
Despite his earlier frustration, Hitoshi's mind was now completely focused on you. His touch was gentle as he pulled you closer, his other hand coming up to rest on your hip.
He stared into your eyes for a moment, his own eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in again. This time, his lips were more urgent and needy, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
"S-shin" you let out softly as you felt him let go a strand of silava connected yours and his young as you panted from the action
"Hnnn..."
Hitoshi's head was spinning from the intensity of the kiss, his mind consumed by you and your touch. His breath was ragged as he slowly pulled back, breaking the string of saliva between you two.
He took a moment to catch his breath, his eyes half-lidded as he looked at you with a mix of desire and need.
"God... I can't get enough of you," he said hoarsely, his voice strained as his grip on you tightened.
"W-watermelon..." you muttered
Hitoshi's eyes widened slightly as he heard the word "watermelon" come from your lips. He slowly let his hand fall from your cheek as he processed what you said, his brain finally registering your answer.
"Watermelon ..." He repeated quietly, a hint of disbelief in his voice. "So the damn flavour was watermelon the entire damn time?"
You laughed at his response And nodded
Hitoshi let out a deep sigh, shaking his head in disbelief. He had been so focused on trying to figure out the taste of the lip balm that he couldn't even tell it was something as simple as watermelon.
"I can't believe it was that simple the entire time..." He mumbled, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"I was so convinced it was something other than that. I even thought it was mango at one point."
"Yeah I don't know how you got mango"
Hitoshi chuckled at your words, a sheepish smile appearing on his face.
"I dunno either. I was just really desperate to guess the right flavour. I guess my brain went overboard trying to figure it out."
He moved a little closer to you, his eyes still fixed on your lips.
"But it was a good excuse to keep tasting your lips."
Your lips quivered wanting more of him as you trebled by his words. A bright blush appeared in your face. Hitoshi's eyes darkened as he noticed the effect his words had on you. Seeing you grow flushed and trembled because of him only fueled his desire even more.
He leaned in closer, his hand gently caressing your cheek as he whispered in a low and husky voice. "You know I could taste your lips all day and all night long."
"S-shin..." you trembled as he cupped your cheek
"You look so damn gorgeous when you get all flustered like this," he said in a low voice, his thumb tracing your jaw slowly.
"It makes me want to just lose control and do whatever I want to you…”
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You’re supposed to be sleeping, it’s after midnight. Work looms. But… there’s something more that you crave… Or rather, someone.
It started out with restless turning, you trying to avoid disconnecting Steve from his ability to sleep. But he couldn’t, not when he could hear the elevation in your breathing, feel your body dip into him once you started shifting. It’s that certain way, the one he’s very familiar with. You’d turn away from his arms, trying to be on your stomach or side, when you finally settled facing him, his arms around you, noses nuzzling. This is Steve’s favorite version of you — natural, here, in his arms.
You sighed deeply, eyes closing, trying to will it, to ignore. Steve’s fingertip was trailing slow circles up and down your arm, reveling in your freshly washed flesh. You smelled like him — apples and cinnamon, the deep spice that is his body wash. He licked his parched lips, making note to buy more chapstick tomorrow, his tongue pokes at his teeth, and then he spoke. “You need to touch yourself?”
You did not try to deny. The dip in your gut that wrapped around your entire torso, sending off electrical currents between your thighs, and the way your heart rammed against your ribcage. You nodded so fast that Steve let out a chuckle, messy hair expanding with the action. Though, you didn’t want to mess with his early bird schedule.
“You don’t mind?”
“This is Steve you’re talking to here. Your boyfriend, remember?”
But as a gentleman, your man could not let you go it alone.
~*~
He usually always sleeps shirtless, lucky for you. Your fingers stroke, push through, twirl around his chest hair as he gets you closer, yet still takes his time. There’s been an underlying desperation that’s taking your breath and left you tongue tied since Steve slid his hand beneath your underwear, finding you a damned mess. He had moaned in appreciation, stealing a hot kiss of your mouth, tongue licking in, sampling your taste — toothpaste and you. It’s quiet in your bedroom, the air conditioning unit, your combined panting, and the undeniable sound coming from between your legs.
Steve is lost to a whirlwind of filthy little whispers, his tongue salivating with every urge to tell you how good you feel, how fucking wet, how hard you’ve got him to the point that he’s soaked his brief front. He gives in and lets you be privy to his mind, rolling his hips against your side, encouraging you to pull on the chain that sets on his chest. You oblige, a wet flood dampening your lashes as it becomes too hard not to shift yourself, flinging off your top, licking your lips as your hard nipples are now on display. Steve is on fire inside, looking at your perfect tits, watching your hammering heart make them heave, shoving them in his sight. He leans in to take suck one into his mouth, egged on by how wantonly you cry his name.
Your skin is soft, you feel like a fucking dream each time he gets to touch you. His breath is caught in his throat, a harsh swallow when your hips raise. You’re eager for something more, chasing it. You’re already soaked through your panties, Steve’s hand a mess with the sticky cream. He’d lick his palm between every single rub if you’d tell him to.
You’re lost to him, that brush of Steve Harrington’s fingers working almost too slowly - like no other. The roughness of some calloused digits, thick, exploring your clit with a defined, expert precision, slicking back and forth the seam of you to make sure you’re stimulated comfortably. It hurts so fucking good, so warm that it makes you tremble. Your blood heats, body molten, sending off a pounding that rushes through your ears.
“Honey? You wanting to try some fingers tonight?” His voice echoes over the bass of your pulse.
“I… hmm?” You’re still pumping your hips, chasing that emptiness.
He uses his spare hand to cup your jaw, bringing your mouth to graze across his. It’s too much, way too intense. But it’s not anywhere near. He can’t explain what he feels inside, the way his body is vibrating.
“You’re fucking yourself on my hand. I think my girl needs a part of me inside her. Don’t you, baby?”
This time you’re roughly yanking off your panties and kicking at the blankets, whining, struggling to breathe, to calm yourself. He has to be in now. You need him. From your toes to your fingertips - it burns, this yearning. Your insides yank and twist, lashes their screaming demands.
There’s no more languid petting in Steve’s arms, no. He can’t feel the divide between his pectorals, his heart is thumping so sporadically that it clicks in his throat. His cock is painfully sore. He’s sure he’s probably going to cum just by getting you off. Your legs are wide open, underwear tickling your ankles as they fall off with the quilt.
Steve drinks in the luscious sight of your nudity, appreciates every scar, every mark, everything that makes you who you are. You’re shivering when his hand shifts your thighs, flattening one, before he slaps your pussy. You jolt, gripping his chain and tugging. Your breastbone aches with the ramifications of an unsteady heartbeat.
“Hurry. God, Steve, please. Just —“
“Hey, hey. Shh, focus on what I’m doing, honey. Don’t rush it, okay?”
You’ve reached this precipice to tip from, a point in which both of your eyes have glazed over, animalistic want your shared, primal goal. Steve’s mossy irises are flooded with a murky black sky. He’s gone on you. Dips his tongue out to scratch along five o’clock shadow, stomach tilts into a choppy breath, and he rubs his pointer into a sopping wet circle around your opening, making your legs tighten and attempt to fold together. He isn’t keen on hurting you, because it usually does when penetration occurs.
That’s not the case, tonight. Not entirely, anyways…
His fingertip breaches and without resistance, he’s able to get it completely inside, all the while his breath is held and his finger is engulfed in your perfect heat. His lower lip wobbles, a relief for him, mainly for you. Something you can enjoy and he’s helping provide it for you. His balls throb, and he feels more slick collect at his head, his fingers twitching to tuck inside and jerk himself off until he passes out with his face buried in your tits, his fingers kept between your legs, letting you use his as much as you want to — he won’t care.
You’re freak out below his looming form, thighs covered, throat bobbing into a deep set swallow, feeling like you can float through the fucking ceiling, every nerve bare down to where his wrist brushes your inner thigh, that defined finger pressing along each ridge in can find. You barely hear your own voice when you’re begging.
“Another one, Steve. Fuck me so bad. You make me wanna fucking cum. You drive me crazy.”
Steve’s cock kicks, a must have to be free at this point, a heaviness settling below his navel.
“Shit, honey. Damn it, hold on.”
He complies and you’re hissing. You’d don’t heed his question to pause, starting to propel your hips forward, mouth parting, tongue lolling out. He meets you, his sliding forward. It’s all drenched, lost trenches of scorching heat and deep internal fires. You’re burning up from the inside, dripping down Steve’s knuckles, each wet press releasing more. Mutual pleas and praises, pawing at one another, rocking back and forth.
Your breathing runs full speed ahead, breaths of it bursting across Steve’s mouth. He knows this sign.
“Yeah? You gonna cum? All over my fingers?” He tilts his head, kissing the corner of your lips.
You don’t answer, his cock kicks once more, craving that knowledge. His fingers slowly come to a halt until they’re just barely stroking that spot. It tickles your belly, makes your clit burn. Steve is shaky with his spare hand as it redirects.
“Look at me.” You comply instantly. He noses you, seizing your top lip with his own, breaking away to begin a steadier rhythm, one that can’t be ignored.
“I asked you if you’re going to cum on my fingers for me?”
“Only if you touch yourself with me.” It’s blurted through your mouth without pause, eyes darting to his extreme bulge. “I see you take it out and I’ll soak your fucking hand, Harrington.”
Steve has never obeyed so fast in his life. His briefs are shoved enough to free his massive girth, overflowing with a webbed shine, his thumb flicking the head, sensitive as more gives way. He immediately spreads it with a jumping snap to his muscles, a fiery little lick. He wants to cum, it’s right there. You get a good look, hand leveling over to peel it off his now sticky palm, enjoying its smooth weight in your hand, before you let it drift to one ball and the next.
He has to count sheep in his head to keep from releasing all over you. Doubles down on it when you speak next.
“You’re so full of cum, Steve. Fuck, baby.”
His puppy dog look, his eyes misting over, how he pleads silently, it makes that current wash over you, flooding you before you can warn him firsthand. It’s flicking its tongue across your muscles, dipping into your bones, pulverizing your chest cavity, your throat muscles shivering as you gasp into your orgasm. Steve begins to work that very defined arm, and it prolongs you as you observe those tendons, that damned vein, the moles and freckles. You grab onto his face, foreheads pressing tightly together, letting his see you receive the pleasure he’s giving you.
“Fuuuuuck.” It’s diaphragm deep, as if you’ve been taken to the ground.
Steve tugs himself with all the strength he can muster, lightheaded, faded. You douse his damn down to the wrist bone, making a mess on freshly washed sheets, bubbling, seeping out through his fingers, tightening around them, pulling him deeper inside. And then you’re watching him as you come, eyes glistening, wide, trusting. It becomes so much that your neck is exposed when the high of your climax fully ascends, and your chest is arching, begging to be seen. Steve kisses each swell, laps at your areola, and those noises stifle any sensible breathing he has.
That flame sparks to its hottest setting, twists his guts, and he’s watching his release go all over his hand, up his chest, and even onto your tits. He growls, a sound he’s never heard, a muffled whimper, his teeth gritting, and he’s licking his way into your mouth, eyes wide on your own. His comedown follows yours slowly, bodies melting back together, overwhelmed, overstimulated. You’re sore inside, but it’s worth it. He automatically checks in with you, holding you close, basking in this closeness as your skin cools.
You dip your fingertips into the cum on your clavicle, bringing it between your lips to suck. He pushes his fingers into his mouth to get you off of him, satiating that claiming urge. You trade several slow kisses, parting with a click, his voice sex-stained, low and honey-hot. “You okay? You were amazing, honey.”
You find his chest hair to play amongst, nodding. “I’m actually tired now. Think you wore me out. You good, stud?”
Steve chuckles, those little indents as he smirks. “You were the one trying to make my hand a permanent part of your anatomy. Your pussy has a death grip, babe.”
“And your cock is not from this planet, so I guess we’re even.”
Needless to say, after you clean one another up, sleep comes a lot easier…
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Hellooo!! I say your requests open and wanted to ask a changbin fluff basically remember the interview where he said he only uses body lotion on his face and the others were disguised? I want him to be in a relationship with the reader and for the reader to show him a few skincare products and do it in him xd the girlfriend effect is reall
that interview made me laugh so hard lol. the others' faces were priceless. also, i don't have a particular order for reader's skincare routine so yea. here you go, anon <3
lotion - seo changbin
pairing: seo changbin x reader
summary: you're doing your skincare, and decide to try it on changbin too
genre: fluff, non-idol! au, crack, skincare stuff, changbin tries to eat hand cream, not proofread please don't come for me
a/n: changbin, if you're reading this, please, for the love of stay, get rid of the body lotion
"Binnie, please don't eat that.."
"But it smells so good!"
You sigh for the fifth time and swipe the bottle of strawberry-scented hand cream out of Changbin's grip. He whines and flops onto the bathroom counter before climbing onto it completely. He plops down and surveys you, your face glowing with different products under the bathroom lights. You pick up your intense moisturizer and begin rubbing it into your skin gently. Changbin watches in fascination and slight irritation.
"Bunny, you do this every night," he whines. "Why can't you just skip it and go straight to bed?'
You sigh before picking up your acne cream and dotting it over your face.
"Because I want my skin to look really good."
Changbin pokes your cheek, smearing some of the cream. He surveys his fingertip with slight wariness before wiping it back onto your face with a grin. He doesn't respond this time, having given up n trying to persuade you to skip your skincare routine for the night.
Come to think of it, you haven't really seen your boyfriend using many skin products. While your side of the counter is scattered with different bottles, serums, and face creams, his side has hardly anything. Just a bottle of moisturizer, his shaving stuff, and his toothbrush. You glance at the bottle of his moisturizer before picking up your antibacterial facial serum. Focusing on your reflection, you lean closer to the mirror and carefully dispense a few drops of the serum onto each cheek. Changbin blinks in confusion.
"What's that for?"
You chuckle before setting the bottle down and using gentle motions to rub the serum into your skin.
"It's to stop breakouts on my skin," you pick up the bottle and show him, grinning devilishly as an idea pops into your head. "Do you want some?"
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Ten minutes later, you've finally coaxed Changbin off the counter. You're now sitting in his spot, and he's standing between your legs, looking up at your face as you rub multiple different products into his skin (with some difficulty).
"Binnie, stop moving, you're going to spill it everywhere-"
"The body lotion works just fine though-"
You bonk him gently on the head with the tube of scented face cream you're using. A giggle escapes your mouth as you readjust the fluffy pink cosmetics headband on his head. Picking up the serum you were using earlier, you begin dispensing it onto his cheeks, rubbing it into the skin. He sighs and closes his eyes, his previous complaints forgotten. Setting the glass dispenser and bottle onto the counter with a small clink, you reach down to pull open one of the drawers and pull out a tube of chapstick.
Uncapping the tube, you carefully twist the bottom before applying it to Changbin's mouth. He pouts exaggeratedly, making a stupid face, and you laugh, leaning backwards.
Several things happen very fast.
Your head hits the mirror behind you with a small thud, making your hands fly to the back of your head. Changbin's hands go to your head too, concerned, checking you over for injury. You're both still laughing until you lose balance and grip the edge of the counter to steady yourself, knocking over Changbin's singular bottle of body lotion onto the tiled floor. The lid snaps off with a dull crack and the bottle bounces across the tiles, sending reverberating sounds echoing through the bathroom, mixing with your laughter. You stop laughing suddenly, smile fading.
The moisturizer is everywhere.
Changbin throws his head back and cackles. Some specks of the lotion have made its way onto his face, and onto yours too. There's a massive, sticky, vanilla-scented, puddly mess splattered over the tiles. Changbin turns to look at you.
"Oh, well," he says, still laughing. His eyes are crinkled at the corners.
You blink in shock. "I swear, Binnie, I didn't mean to- my hand, it just-"
Changbin cuts you off with another high-pitched laugh, smirking cheekily.
"Guess I'll have to use your lotion instead."
"No!"
a/n: comments, likes, reblogs appreciated <3
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Nico has been watching him intensely for the last twenty minutes.
Will has been letting him.
Nico watches him a lot, actually. While he heals, if he’s tagged along to the infirmary; while he plays volleyball or basketball with his siblings. When they’re sat in Nico’s cabin, curled next to each other on his bed, Will reading, Nico, supposedly, playing on his DS. While Will trains, especially, although it doesn’t take long watching that clusterfuck for him to get up and come help out.
(“You are not this bad at swordfighting, William.”
“No clue what you’re talking about, darlin’. It’s just not my strength!”
“You are holding the sword backwards, William.”
“Oh, am I?”
“I am going to kill you, William.”)
Will doesn’t mind. He watches him, too. It’s hard not to.
“I thought you said you don’t have any musical talents.”
Will shrugs, whistling the last notes of the melody. A quick one that Michael taught him, years ago — something to ease nerves, to calm the mind. “It’s just an extension of my sonic powers, really.”
Nico stares like he knows the exact day you’re gonna die. Will knows a lot of people find this unsettling. He doesn’t get it. He relishes the attention, if anything; the scrutiny. One hundred percent of Nico’s intensity on him is — intoxicating.
“Sounds pretty musical to me.”
Will grins at him, cheeks aching, stomach flipping. Nico’s expression doesn’t change; eyebrows narrowed, mouth twisted into a thoughtful scowl. Evaluating every shift in Will’s expression. He squints one eye, when he’s focused. Will aches to brush his thumb under it.
“Do you know how to whistle, Nico?”
Nico’s dark eyes flip up to meet his. Will’s breath hitches — there are a thousand layers of Earth in those eyes. Like the crackling fractals of Pangea; eyes browner than earth, darker than black dirt. Deeper than the burnt sepia of the planet’s mantle. Two round abysses that Will has been falling down for half his life; air billowing around him, slowing his descent.
Gods, Nico is gorgeous.
“I — think so.”
His endless eyes squint, slightly-freckled nose wrinkling as he focuses on the purse of his lips. He glances down at them like that’ll somehow help, going goofy and cross-eyed. Will’s soul melts like a grape popsicle on a scorching summer day. His impulse melts away with it. He darts in close and pecks Nico’s pursed lips, pulling away just as fast. Those crossed-eyes blow open wide, pupils shrinking, and the air comes out of his lungs in a quiet, punched-out whoosh. Nowhere sharp enough for a whistle.
“…Wow.”
Will smiles sheepishly, rocking back on his heels.
“Um. Sorry?”
Nico’s thin fingers come up and brush the swell of his lips.
“Solace, you are the corniest motherfucker on the planet, you know that?”
Ducking his head to hide his laughter, Will nods.
“I know.”
“‘Can you whistle’, he says.” Nico scoffs. “Get over here.”
“Why?” Will asks cheekily. “Gonna ask me to show you?”
“Shut up.”
Nico grabs the back of his neck and yanks him down. Will can feel the press of his teeth, this time, the warmth of his skin now that he’s not pulling quickly away. He tastes good, too, like the citrusy chapstick he’s always got on.
He kisses as intensely as he stares.
Will finds he doesn’t mind that, either.
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based off this tweet
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Yuuta does whatever he can to be a good friend to you, making sure that you lean on him the most out of anyone. It’d be nice if you only needed him (and him alone), but he doesn’t want to get too greedy. He’s fine with how it is right now, just admiring you from afar. Sure, he wants more than anything to be close with you, but desperation isn't a very good look.
Content Warnings: 18 +, MDNI (minors do not interact), Yuuta is a creep, masturbation, Yuuta’s down bad (he starts taking non-consensual photos of you unu), afab reader, mentions of breeding, Yuuta thinking impure thoughts, idk he’s a horny boy!!!
Author’s notes: The Yuuta worms are wiggling in my brain again! They tell me to write secretly obsessed Yuuta.
In Yuuta's defense, he didn’t think his crush obsession would get so out of hand. But god, you’re just so fucking perfect, how could it not?
At first he was just admiring you. Sneaking glances here and there, quietly taking notes about how you’d cross your legs when you sat, how you’d try to fix your posture when you caught yourself slouching. He'd notice how you’d play with your fingers or the ends of your hair when you were nervous. Over time. he even picked up on your scent; your favorite perfume you’d wear, the type of shampoo you used, if you were trying a new brand of lotion. He loved, obsessed, noticing all the sweet little details about you, it was his favorite thing to do. It was his due diligence to study you like it was a religion, a discipline, if you will.
Through his meticulous research on you, he couldn’t help but also notice the even smaller, more scandalous details of how your skirt would ride up your thighs, or how your cleavage would peak out of your shirt when you leaned over. It drove him absolutely insane.
Again, he didn’t mean for his crush on you to develop so intensely! But god, you took up the space in his mind like stars take up the night sky.
It started innocent enough, but eventually Yuuta started sneaking little photos of you here and there when you were hanging out, times when you were off in a daze and he knows you aren’t paying attention. Over time Yuuta finds himself with a bit of a collection. Admiring your beauty, just for his own eyes to keep.
He never thought using these photos of you to pump his cock as he ruts into his mattress in the middle of the night.
Yuuta groaned as he imagined his hands groping at your plump ass, feeling up the curve of your hips, making his way up towards your soft tits. He thought about your mouth. Your perfect little pouty lips, always looking so delicious when you wore your favorite chapstick or lipgloss. He imagined how his tongue would feel sliding along yours, how your spit would taste in his mouth, how he’d swallow your moans if you gave him the chance.
‘God, I’m a fucking degenerate’, Yuuta thought as he squeezed his leaky dick, precum making a mess as he groaned into his pillow.
Yuuta can’t help but imagine how perfect your pussy would be. How nice and tight it would feel on his sensitive tip, how plush and swollen your lips would be. He thought about how you’d take him so good, how you’d bottom out on his cock so easily. Yuuta could just taste your pussy. How sweet it would be on his tongue and how he’d pound into you so fucking hard. You’d remember nothing but his aching cock, he’d make sure of it.
Yuuta zoomed into a picture where your tits looked particularly nice as he fisted his dick desperately, biting his bottom lip as he bucked his hips into his hand.
“F-Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck fuuuuuck.”
His eyes rolled back and he came hard to the thought of your dripping pussy around his thick needy cock. He imagined how good he’d fill you up, pump you full of his cum and breed you until you were satisfied.
His dick twitched as cum gushed out onto his stomach, cock spent as it became limp and his breathing slowed.
Yuuta sleepily unlocked his phone again as he stared at his photos of you. The screen illuminated his smile as he gave your photo a soft kiss. He held his phone to his chest, drifting off to sleep to the thought of you.
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Whay do you think about this and the cut storm ?
I think they shared time together with the cameras turned off. I think JK probably spent the night in Jimins bed and they probably just made it look like he slept in his own. I think his chapstick/lip balm could've rubbed off during cuddles or just on the pillow though too. The cuddles we did see had JK rubbing his face all into the back of Jimins neck, that could've messed up lip balm.
Lol it's also possible they shared some off camera, no staff around, kisses. JK turned the camera off. If they are a couple, that's probably absolutely what happened. And I don't think it would've gone any further than that at all though. Remember Jimins awful stomach bug. Lol
I hope they enjoyed their break from the cameras there though. For whatever it was. This was a quality time trip and they deserve some ACTUAL quality time in there without worrying about what the cameras will pick up too 😂
Just like I think they got some of that quality time before filming truly started in that first hotel room too! It was Silver Day (or the night before it depending on how they decided to count their time zones). They had a nice dinner together that they only filmed a little bit of, then spent the night at JKs hotel room together too. Probably sharing a bed there as well, with no one filming.
Jimin watched him do his GMA rehearsals, his interview, his Seven Welive... and then they sat on the couch, super close together and holding hands, while listening to the staff explain their loose itinerary for their AYS vacation. For their travel show that they hadn't even named yet!
And when you think about it... It might've been a coincidence with just whenever they had a free weekend overlapping, but Jimin traveled 13 hours to spend Silver Day and start this trip with Jungkook. And JK was clearly intensely grateful and happy about it too.
Hopefully Jimin got to enjoy his freshly waxed legs at least once before he got sick 🙃🤣😅 (I joke)
And they ended their trip with a private dinner at Antoya. This time with no staff and no cameras in a private room before Jimin had to leave to travel back to SK. And JK to do another Welive after Jimin leaves the country he is in, very tired. But following his pattern of the year here
Just for when they are both home in SK, for JK to try and tempt Jimin over while naked in bed through Welive. And for Jimin to skip Tony Montana rehearsals? And JK to show up and use JMs mic for his rehearsal for D day 🤣 Lmfao followed by them making a private trip to Jeju in August before they went again for AYS in September.
It's just all so very sweet. They made this a travel show and vlog for fans and to have a good reason to spend extended time together traveling during their busy schedules.... And still made sure to get quality private time together during filming too. It makes me so genuinely happy for them. I'm sure they really needed it too. Especially when they were so unsure about what military service separation would bring them.
#jikook#kookmin#jikook are you sure#jikook travel show#jikook in 2023#jikook private dates#jikook camera cuts#jikook silver day#jikook in Connecticut#jikook in new york
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amoralism | seven
Summary: You and Dean Winchester are the top agents from Major Crimes. You’re also assigned as partners on the same case- a crime syndicate is running loose and buying out most of downtown New York. He hates you cause you hate him. You hate him cause you think he got in his position with his daddy’s influence. But this case is personal to one of you more than the other- and you may be getting too personal for comfort.
TW: Agent Dean Winchester (yes, he’s a warning in itself), mention of murder, murder, Knights of Hell but they’re just murderous humans, fantasising, description of injuries, use of firearms, a mole in the FBI, office shenanigans, Azazel, Asmodeus, crime syndicates, Crowley MacLeod, Rowena MacLeod, fluff, bullet wound problems, angst, pressure, bandage changes, fluff, making out
Song Inspo: We Go Down Together by Dove Cameron and Khalid
SERIES MASTERLIST
masochism
Dean Winchester during a bandage change was a cocky son of a bitch.
“This is romantic, ain’t it?” He flashed his pearly whites, his bare torso in all its rippling biceps, glowing skin and distracting chest glory would be a delicious sight had you not looked lower and seen the hole in his side that dampened the view of his glorious abs. “Patchin’ me up after I heroically saved the British consulate.”
You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Shush.” You had half a mind to slap his perfectly sculpted shoulder, but instead you continued the cleaning of the bullet wound before applying the gauze and beginning to wrap the bandage. “Even when you’ve been shot, you’re still an ass.”
“Yeah, I know I’ve got a great ass.” Dean chuckled, smirking and raising an eyebrow, before his lips curled into a grin that made you want to kiss it off until he was senseless. As soon as you’d clipped the bandage, he gave your ass a small slap. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
“You’re welcome.” You smiled, shaking your head in amusement as you put away the supplies.
“I am very welcome.” He chuckled, checking you over as you turned back around. “Finally got a hot nurse after all this time- mm.” Dean puckered up, his eyes closed on impact and eyebrows raised before his lips became pliant and accepting of your every movement. His hand lifted to cradle your jaw, other delicately grasping your waist and pulling you to stand between his legs. “Mmh.” He hummed again, tilting his head and sliding that hand on your waist to grab the crook of your knee and hitch your thigh up.
You noticed that this wasn’t like the demanding, hot kiss you were given a few days ago before Dean got your clothes off and ravished you. It had the same kind of intensity that had one hand of yours gripping his bicep and the other on the side of his neck, the same dizzying feeling. His lips were soft, pliable, and now that you two were almost fully clothed, you could focus on the scent of his cologne and the earthy aroma that made your head spin.
The taste of coffee and the telltale notes of beer on his tongue flooded your own mouth just as his hand pushed into your hair, winding the soft strands around his fingers. And, like an exchange, he found the flavour of gazpacho and your raspberry chapstick. Odd combo, but he didn’t hate it.
Pulling back slightly, he stole a few more kisses, one, two, three, and then pulled back slowly, his nose nuzzling yours for a moment before taking a good look at yours.
It would have been a romantic moment had he not ruined it with his cocky grin.
“Well, hello, nurse.” Dean winked, then stole one more soft kiss from you, his eyes fluttering shut and so did yours. Once he disconnected, neither of you let go just get. Your hands stayed right where they were, his holding you to him. One in your hair, the other on the small of your back. “Does this mean…”
“I wanna try us out. I really do.” You murmured, then scoffed lightly. “Cause God, with all the failures we’re having, I just need one win. One.”
He hummed, reaching to hold your chin gently. Letting his lips meet yours again with a gentleness that you never knew he had in him. Less claiming and more coaxing into the intoxicating thing called his arms, and then he pulled away and in true cliché, romance movie/book fashion, tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and let his fingers curl around your chin.
“I’ll try my damned hardest to make this a win for you, sweet girl.” Dean murmured, green eyes boring into yours with the faintest smile on his pouty lips. “A big win.”
You took the leap of faith into his strong arms, allowing him to hold you, his chin on your head since he was sitting on the windowsill and was therefore taller. His hands gripping you like you were his in a less possessive, more intimate way. His. It was an easy pill to swallow. “It’s already a big win. A fuckin’ big one.”
He hummed, nodding slightly. “That’s my girl.”
“This isn’t any odd places we’re walking into.” You briefed Dean, strolling through the hallways of a high up company. “This is a company owned by a very wealthy mother and son. Mother looks younger than she is, Son looks older than he is. Don’t question it. Rowena and Crowley MacLeod. They’re our undercover contact that our syndicate thinks they bought out. They’re actually on the FBI’s payroll.”
“But still high up.” Dean noted, nodding and taking a look at you. You looked hot as hell when you were all business. Reminding him to also keep on business.
You pointed at him with a nod and a click of your tongue. “Exactly. They’re rich, Scottish, and very full of themselves.”
“The trifecta.” He quipped in amusement. “How’d we get so lucky, eh, baby?”
“Refrain from pet names in the workplace.”
“Ok.” Dean chuckled, low and rich and- stop turning on. Stop. “Darlin’. Sweetheart. Sweet thing. Pretty girl-”
“Oh, shush.” You grinned, but just as you were about to step into the office of Crowley MacLeod, Dean gently took your arm, bending so his breath hit your ear.
“Wouldn’t say no to a post-meetin’ quickie, you know.”
The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you cleared your throat. “Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
“Oh, I’ll make sure you won’t think.” An open mouthed, slow kiss on your pulse sending it racing at the speed of Mach 1. Oh, boy, you were already regretting your decision. It would be on the coroner’s report: death by Dean Winchester’s lips and voice.
“I- you-” Yet another clearing of your throat. “Business. Interview. Late.” It was all you could get out - rather pathetically - and you knocked sharply on the door, which was promptly opened by a short lady with bouncy red hair and smoky eyeshadow that looked strangely amazing.
Dean’s eyes widened slightly, with a subtle pump of his eyebrows. Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said she looked younger than she was. Might be an understatement, actually.
“Oh, Fergus, your nine o’clock’s here.” She called to someone further into the room, before running her eyes over your office suit with a red-lipped smirk. “Loving the suit, lass. You’ll have to give me the details of your tailor. Always fancied me a power suit.”
Your hands instantly went to the lapels of your suit, straightening them out unconsciously, as you stuttered out a ‘thank you’.
Then her eyes turned on Dean and- did she just… playfully growl? “You’re a right sight for sore eyes. And especially for a lady who has to look at her son all day, it’s a nightmare.”
“Mother, stop flirting with the agents.” A voice that sounded generally done and generally suave became louder, and then came an equally short man (but taller than his mother) strolled into your line of sight. Power suit, beard.
Rowena and Crowley MacLeod.
“Agent singular, Fergus.” Rowena corrected pointedly, poking Dean’s shoulder. “This one’s a catch.”
“Mother.”
“Alright, I’ll go back to my motherly duties.” She rolled her eyes playfully, then smiled at Dean again through her eyelashes. “If you’re not already taken by this lass,” Rowena nodded to you, “do call me.” Then she sashayed off, leaving you both with a very strong impression.
Dean didn’t know whether to feel flattered or possessive of you. Women just kept flirting with him. Older women, more notably. Was that commendable?
“Alright, now that she’s not here to ruin business, let’s do business.” Crowley sighed, beckoning you both into his large office. Glass on two walls, very minimalistic. A few chairs, one long table with chairs - presumably for business meetings - and one smaller - again, glass - desk with crystalline glasses and a bottle of the good stuff. “You’re here about Hell.”
“That’s right.” You nodded, folding your arms. “What do you have to tell us?”
“Depends on what you want me to tell you.” He poured himself a whiskey, looking to the both of you. “Fancy some?”
Dean’s hand raised. You slapped it down.
“Uh, right.” Dean cleared his throat, glancing to you. C’mon, baby, you’re meant to be on my side here. “We’re lookin’ for names. Anyone who could be tied to… Hell.” He gave a brief, tight-lipped smile.
“If you’re looking for names, I’d probably draw up a mile long list.” Crowley chuckled amid a sip of his Jack Daniel’s. “Hell used to be a New York unit. Now they’ve bought out places in almost every US state, Washington DC included. Nobody’s safe.” Then he paused. “I can tell you their structure.”
“That’d be helpful.” You added, gesturing for him to continue, watching and listening very carefully.
Crowley took a moment to swirl his whiskey. “Well, there are first merely the followers. Bottom feeders, not so much high rankers. They listen and they follow, and that seems to be their only purpose. In Hell, they’re classified as ‘demons’. Then it’s the elite strike squad, all codenamed. They’re called Knights of Hell. Highly trained individuals handpicked from the masses of ass kissers to do necessary assassinations. From what I understand, you’ve already got one in the Supermax.”
“Abaddon.” Dean confirmed, his brow furrowed slightly.
“That one. She’s bloody batshit.” Long sip of whiskey. “Cain’s dead, so I won’t bother to mention him. There’s Abraxas, who recently killed one of your colleague’s wife and kid.”
Nick. Oh, God. But… why would a Knight of Hell order a hit on a woman and baby?
Crowley clicked his tongue. “Corvinus, Jodohr, Urxehl, Andras, Furcas and Morax. Those are the other Knights of Hell. They could destabilise entire governments overnight. They just haven’t destabilised the US government because they’re too busy getting the entirety of America under their wraps.”
“Anything else?” You asked, a million of these details noting in your head as he spoke. It was almost militaristic. They had a ranking system.
“Then you have the Princes of Hell. Most of them are in high-security prisons across the globe. But the ones who weren’t stupid are still active. Asmodeus, Azazel and Dagon. Asmodeus leads the Knights of Hell and the land charges. Dagon handles personal matters, like overseas contact and property protection. By property, I mean humans under Hell’s control. And Azazel, well, he handles the trafficking. Drug rings, recruitment, suicide bombings, crowd control… if it’s important, he handles it.”
You and Dean exchanged looks. For Azazel. The words that came out of every SB’s mouth. So he was behind those. For what, publicity?
“Then there’s our boss.” Crowley grimaced, rolling his eyes. “They call him Lucifer. And apparently, he’s a dick. He makes the business deals, the threats, and he oversees everything. If there’s one person you wanna hit to take down the whole operation, it’s him. But you’re gonna have to work up the ladder.” He finished his whiskey. “There’s a lady who’s running drug trafficking through beauty pageants. She gets the ladies through to the last round and uses that clearance to make the drop. She’s a Latina, and her name’s Eleanor neé Romero.”
Your heart dropped into your stomach then leapt back up as if you were about to hurl it out. “Mom.” You whispered, your blood running cold. Upon hearing the name, Dean’s hand instantly found the small of your back. I’ve got you, sweetheart.
“You know her?” Crowley’s eyebrows raised a little, and Dean shook his head with a nervous chuckle.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't calm down a little and lean into his touch.
Tax fraud and evasion. Drug trafficking. Possession of illegal substances. Fraud in general. All things that you found your mom guilty of when you and your team did a thorough background check. It landed you in the hospital, the gown on, red patches on your neck and over your eye.
As expected, your mom rushed in, past Rick and Cassie. You felt sick to your stomach, and by the looks of it, your dad and sister were too, as they’d been told of the situation by Sam since you couldn’t do it. Dean was sat on a chair beside you, and he briefly nodded to Rick, giving a polite smile to Cassie. The latter of which surprised that you managed to snag a man that goddamn fine.
You were surprised too.
"My baby." Your mom whispered, sitting beside you in your hospital bed, smoothing back your hair. "God, look at you."
You rolled your eyes, prepared for the worst. After all, nothing more or less could be expected of your traditional mother other than personal comments to your appearance.
"Spit it out." You groaned. "I look like hell." You felt like you'd combust. You'd do it. Fragile china be damned.
“You’re hurt.” Her fingers gently traced your jaw, and she turned to Dean with teary eyes that had your stomach turn. “How did this happen? Who are you?” Though her glasses over eyes scanned Dean. Dios mío, that’s one handsome man.
“Uh, Agent Dean Winchester, ma’am.” Dean put out his hand for her to shake. “Major Crimes, I work with your daughter.”
“Oh-” The moment Eleanor’s hand linked with Dean’s, you got your gun from under the blanket, pointed it at her temple while Dean swiftly cuffed one of her wrists.
“You’re under arrest.” You said shakily, but kept determined anyway, and the look on your mom’s face said that she knew why she was busted. “For tax evasion, fraud, identity theft, possession of illegal substances, drug trafficking and exploitation.”
“Sweetie!” It was the first time your mom ever called you that. It stung, when you knew the only reason she did was to get you to break. Too bad, cause Dean already had her hands bound behind her back and had handed her over to Sam and Benny, who were waiting in the hallway.
You grabbed a wipe from the bedside table, cleaning off the makeup around your eye and on your neck, the red coming off onto it. This had been an undercover operation to get your mom. Of course, if she’d been told that her daughter was working on a case to take down the organisation she’d been working for, the wool would be ready to pull over your eyes.
Not today.
The door slammed shut behind you as you pushed Dean through the threshold of your bedroom, your lips locked fiercely with his. You almost fell forward with the force had it not been for his hands keeping you upright, your hands taking on a furious pace in shoving his suit jacket off, then tearing at his tie with fumbling hands. Dean let out a low moan, his brow furrowed in concentration as he began removing your clothes too, humming in between kisses.
"Fuck, sweetheart." He pulled back, getting his belt off and dropping it with a clunk on the wooden floor. Dean grinned, taking sight of your creamy skin once he'd undone your shirt, getting it fully off so he could kneading your tits over your bra as you got the rest of your own clothes off, sans underwear. "Don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it."
Dean was caught off guard by you shoving him onto the bed, landing with a small bounce and taken even more by surprise when you began kissing at his neck, your movements frustrated and even sloppy, your head pounding and breath almost coming in growls.
The sound would've had Dean raising an eyebrow had it not been for your lips trailing a dizzying line all over his neck, which had his own falling open in a groan that came from his very soul. His hands flying to grip your hips.
You paused for a moment, panting heavily into the crook of his neck while your hand flew to tug down the fly of his pants, being careful not to afflict his gunshot wound any damage, but it wouldn't come down.
"Damn thing-" You muttered under your breath, tugging at a force that had Dean's hand moving to grip your wrist before you broke it.
"Woah, easy, sweet thing." He cautioned, but then a drop of water fell on his chest, right on the anti possession tattoo thingy he and the boys at the office got after a case with a homicidal maniac who claimed to be a victim of demonic possession.
And another drop. Fuck.
"Shit," Dean's hand instantly cupped your cheek, lifting your head to face him and seeing tears running down your flushed cheeks, and even then you tried to dip back down to kiss his chest. "No, sweetheart, stop. Stop for a second, OK?"
You sobbed quietly, next thing finding yourself nestled into Dean's arms, your head tucked in the crook of his neck with his chin comfortably on your head. "Why can't anything go right?" Your hands were tightly holding onto him, and Dean's hand buried into your hair protectively, a small frown gracing his brow. "I can't even undo a stupid fly right, fuck all."
"I know, but you can't get all of that out like that, sweet girl." Dean pressed a kiss to your hair, massaging your scalp. "Talk to me, OK? I've got you."
“She’s my mom, Dean.” You croaked into his skin, and his arms tightened around you instinctively, a heavy sigh leaving him. “I know we didn’t have the best of relationships, but she-she was my mom.”
“You were so strong, darlin’.” He muttered, keeping his breathing even while your tears soaked his skin. “So strong. And I’m gonna do whatever I can to make it right, y’hear? I’m gonna do everythin’ in my power to make sure you get a win. We’re gonna catch the sons of bitches, put ‘em in the Supermax and everything’s gonna feel right again.”
You nodded into the crook of his neck, and he just gave you the time to cry, stroking your hair. “We don’t have to do anythin’ tonight.” Dean murmured with another kiss to your hair. “We’re gonna get comfy, and we’re just gonna relax. Can’t guarantee it’ll take your mind off today, but I just want you to feel better.”
The words surprised you. Dean didn’t care about the sex, or whether you just jumped him out of pure frustration- he cared about you.
And that meant everything.
NEXT UP:
“So, you’re the famous Agent Dean Winchester.” He smirked, stepping closer to Dean, who was looking up at him from his knees with the best ‘fuck you’ smile he could manage with his chin being held. “I knew your daddy. Hell of a man, he was, until I tarnished his name and got him fired from his precious job.”
Dean coughed slightly, then chuckled. “You must be the dick Azazel. Who nobody’s heard about.”
“They’ve all heard about me, boy.” Azazel chuckled, taking a look at the body on the ground. “Everyone in the United States. Cause my name’s on the suicide bombings, ain’t they? My name’s written all over the attack on the President.”
“I bet your name’s somethin’ really stupid.” Dean snickered, giving his best cheeky side eye. “Like Gerald. Or Emmanuel. I’m guessing you were that one kid who had no game in high school.”
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way too late
pairing jake x gn!reader synopsis in which you come to the realisation that you’ve been loving jake all this time way too late genre angst, fluff, friends to ??, hurt w comfort word count 0.7k warnings little mention of blood, kissing with a bloody lip main masterlist
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Jake’s hand softly caresses your face, tears brimming his eyes as he holds his suitcase in the other with a vice grip. It was evident that he didn’t want to leave either, not with how your relationship was starting to blossom so beautifully in the spring.
“Can’t you just stay?” you plead, finally mustering up the courage to reciprocate the intensity of his stare. You could see his face soften even further, brows furrowing and gaze dropping to his feet in an attempt to choke down the impulse to drop everything and run back to your open arms, to where everything would’ve been in its place and nothing else would matter. It would just be you two against the world.
Your heart clenches almost painfully in its place. “Can’t we just go back to where we were?” you continue, even though you know that it is damn near impossible. This was the last page of your shared chapter, ink no longer tracing the lines of his name or the crinkles of his eye smiles; the last paragraph of his current existence—the boy you met in your first year of college, the boy that loved you more than anything.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, throat constricting as he continues to stare at the ground.
You bite into your lip harsh enough to draw blood because you were frustrated at the world, at the entire damn universe for presenting you with the one boy who understood everything about you without much toiling and then taking him away the moment you realized just how much you’ve loved him and wanted him in your life.
He didn’t even need to try hard to make you forget all about your problems; just his existence was comfort enough. He was your only safe place as you navigated yourself in this confusing world.
The absurdity of it all made you want to laugh, even through the tears.
“I hate you,” you say.
Jake looks up and searches your eyes for any confirmation, which he obviously doesn’t get because you love him and he knows that you love him more than just any friend would.
He releases his grip on the handle of his suitcase and brings you into a hug. His perfume and warmth engulfed you almost entirely, which made you damn near sob like a baby in the middle of the airport.
Your chokes drowned and died down in Jake’s hoodie as you proceeded to tell him that you hated him.
“You don’t mean that,” he says, bringing your face from his shoulder towards his own. “I know you don’t.”
It felt like the world had stopped then and there, much like the first time you met him. You didn’t want to admit it at the time, but you fell in love at first sight with Jake, in his baggy jeans and hoodie, adorning an expression akin to that of a lost puppy. You were the ultimate fool for only realizing that now.
His dewy brown eyes drew you physically closer, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You could taste the irony of your own blood against Jake’s own lips, but you were not in the right headspace to be caring enough about proper hygiene.
This was your personal euphoria, but in a few hours time, it was just going to be the last line you wrote as you reminisced, so you hurried to savor his cherry-flavored chapstick and commit it to your memory forever.
Everyone else in this space and time was just a part of the flurry of emotions that you felt as you kissed Jake. This was the first time, but you’ve already acknowledged it as the last, even if you didn’t want it to be.
Even through the dull ache in your lungs, you kissed Jake, and only until you'd used up the last of your oxygen did you stop for air.
The two of you panted and huffed, your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms around your waist.
The cold air of the airport brings you back to the reality that Jake will no longer be in your arms like he is right now, so you take the opportunity to finally say what has been on your mind the very moment you met him: “I love you, and I hate that I do.”
“Even when you’re admitting that you love me, you still won’t hold back on the ‘I hate you’ stuff.” his lips crack into a smile. “Well then, I love that I love you, Y/n, more than anything in this entire world.”
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BSC: Back to School (1)
n/a: You all know the drill, enjoy and let me know <33
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It did not hit you that the summer was over until you were in your shared room and a T-shirt landed in your face. You throw it back to the owner, your best friend and the most fabulous person in the building, Dina.
“Are you not going to unpack? We have to get ready for the ‘Welcoming dinner’, hurry up, put your uniform on!” She was almost done with her suitcase, putting it under the bed once she did. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, she could see that as she approached her vanity with a brush, freeing her hair from the tie, her dark curls fell gracefully on her shoulder, she was focused on brushing them until her eyes looked at you in the mirror.
You were sat in your bed with a frown in your lips, you had such a nice summer and you wanted to extend it more, It’s not like you hated the school but homework, exams, activities you are obliged to do… that’s not something you like. The stare of Dina was too intense making you stand up and start undressing to put on the uniform which consisted in a dark brown skirt, a plain white shirt with a red, white and black tie and a light brown blazer with the pin of the school.
This year you had a glow-up, it’s not as if you were bad looking the other years, but this one? You were radiant not only because the uniform finally hug your body in a right way but because you caught Jesse watching you once you enter accompanied with Dina, that made you jump a little bit once you two were out of his sight, screaming on Dina’s ears. The cold bedroom made your enthusiasm go down and that’s when you sat on your bed and realized that you were at school.
“I can feel it in my bones, this year is my year” you said applying kiwi chapstick in your lips, doing the sound ‘pop’ twice “The way he looked at me? He’s obsessed”
Dina couldn’t help but laugh opening the door of the room “He soooooo is, now, let’s go dine, delulu”
“I’m not delusional!” you protested following behind her “Why are you walking so fast?”
You catch up to her her, linking you arm to her as you two laughed in the hallway, casually saying ‘hi’ to others girls that were heading to the dinning room. The school was enormous, so the girls and boys rooms where in different ends, each of the with the same installations such as common room, community showers, etc.
In the middle it was the dinning hall, the library, the music room, the principal and professor’s offices and more, there were three hallways that connected to the other building where classes where taught, you could find you locker there and the study room. The school was surrounded but a lot of woods and deep into them, there was a cabin where sometimes people threw parties but it was mostly for the third years to use exclusively whenever they wanted, you needed an invitation to go there.
“Hate this” You said standing behind your chair “Why do we have to wait? Can she just give her speech while we eat?”
Dina rolled her eyes shushing at you, you rolled them too looking around the room while the principal was giving the speech on how this was a new year and blah blah blah, you couldn’t care less as your eyes landed on the most amazing guy in the room, Jesse. A dreamy sigh left your mouth as you look at his perfect styled black hair, how amazing that shirt was on his chest and arms ¡Oh, his muscles! You could moan just to think of touching them.
The silly smile that adorn your daydreaming face faded as you saw a hand on his shoulder, your eyes diverting your attention to the girl besides him, his “bestfriend” Ellie Williams. Of course, she couldn’t be one minute away from him, always by his side, you’ve heard rumors that she usually sneaks to go to his room AT MIDNIGHT.
You found it outrageous, they never officialese anything but you knew there was something between them. Everyone in the room started clapping and so did you, shaking your head to let those thoughts fell ans sit down to start eating. “I’m so mad right now, I feel less hungry”
“Then why are you filling your plate?”
“Because I am hungry, Dina!”
“I am not your enemy, don’t talk bad to me” She put some rice and peas on her plate and filled her and your cup with water.
“I know, sorry, It’s just- Doesn’t she have anything else to do then be around him?”
Dina looked at the direction you were so fixated, watching Ellie and Jesse eating and laughing with the rest of the people in their table “They are best friends, you and I are always together, attached to our hips”
“It’s not the same and you know it”
She huffed exhausted knowing that you could go for hours talking about those two, so she just started talking with somebody else, you later joined in once your stomach was relaxed and you felt more happy and enthusiastic. When the dinner finished, everybody left slowly the room, some talking with other about the summer, others on their phone or simply walking but ¿You? You were sprinting to your room, tugging your bestie with you.
There was going to be a party in the cabin, everybody beside first years was invited, that meant more time to appreciate the beauty of your soon to be boyfriend. You were excited as you opened your wardrobe searching for something good but not too much.
“I need to look like a slut but not like a slut, you know hat I mean?” you asked Dina showing her two tops and waving them, she pointed at the one in your right “Cool”
She started getting ready too, flared jeans and a cute top was her outfit, she was not going to touch her hair again, she just applied some mascara and she was done. You felt kind of jealous of how pretty she was, and her personality? She was amazing.
“Look at that ass, girl!” you hyped her up slapping it “Are you trying to end the year with boyfriend just like me?”
“Something like that…” she shrugged. Her phone started vibrating, it was a call, you assumed, because it kept going “I’ll take it outside, are you ready? let’s go in five”
You nodded looking at her taking up the call with a ‘wait, I’m not alone’ as she went outside. Whatever, you had to practise your smile and the tone you wanted to use, ugh, this was hard, flirting was hard ¿Why couldn’t you just cast a spell on him and start dating? Skip all the awkwardness and straight to be the love of each others lives.
The door opened and Dina knocked looking at you “Come on! Everyone is gone!”
“I’m ready”
The walk towards the cabin was more sneaky than anything, it wasn’t until you were close that you could hear the music and see the bonfire outside, most of them were already drinking or smoking. The nervous feeling in your stomach was growing, you were hoping to look good, you were hoping for tonight to be the start of something good.
“Let’s have a drink to calm you down, honey” She said sensing how tense you were “Something light but enough to relax”
Inside the cabin there was too many people, you did not cared about that, you cared about not being able to spot Jesse anywhere, not outside, not inside. “Maybe coming today was a mistake”
You look at the inside of the cup that was handed to you frowning your lip in a sadly way, Dina shook her head holding your hand and taking you to the middle of the room, spin you and make you dance. Rolling your eyes you started dancing with her, having fun for a moment, sipping on your cup and maybe adding a little bit of more liquor in it.
Dina had her phone on her hand, checking time to time “Uh- I have to go outside for a moment, I’ll be right back!”
“For what? Dina!”
She was gone from your eyesight, you hated that, this has been her behaviour the whole summer too. You thought that maybe she had a sneaky link but eventually she would talk about it with you ¿Guess what? Almost 3 months and she didn’t.
You let yourself fall in a space in the couch, taking out your phone and replying to some messages from other friends, it’s not like you were 100% a loner but the only one who got you and you could be yourself was Dina.
“Why the sad face? This is a party”
You turned facing the stranger that was talking to you, just to find the face of the last person you wanted to engage in a conversation “None of your business”
She laughed while drinking whatever was left in her cup “Hey, I was just trying to be nice, your loss cause I’m actually very funny”
“If I need someone to make me laugh, I’d hire a clown, are you a clown?”
“Whatever you want me to be, I could” Ellie lock her eyes in yours, your mouth opened slightly narrowing your eyes as you moved aside.
“Yeah, no… Where’s Jesse? I mean-” you cleared your throat, you couldn’t give yourself away, letting Elie know your feelings for her best friend “You guys are always together as if you too were something more than friends”
There, you said it, now just wait to see her reaction or response. She stayed silent for some seconds before bursting into laughter, what was so funny? You didn’t get it.
“Oh, god, you are so funny” She wiped away a tear that came from laughter. “First of all, I like girls”
“You like girls?! Since when?” You were confused, you’ve never heard of this, not even in the gossip forum. That meant that Ellie was not competition any more, this was your year! You were screaming mentally and jumping all around.
“Yeah and I don’t know”
“Cool” now you could gift Ellie one of your friendly smiles, you turned your body on her direction, putting all your attention on her. She must have felt the shift in the whole vibe because now she was the one moving aside. “What were you saying about you being funny?”
The time went flying, you found her very entertaining, she actually someone you could easily talk to about anything ¡Gosh! You could have befriended her a long time ago if you weren’t so judgmental. You barely noticed when Dina came back and touched your shoulder.
“Finally! Where were you?” She sat in your lap.
“Outside, I told you. Hi, Ellie”
“Hi, Dina” she said kind of nervous, scratching the back of her head. You looked between them two as the energy was starting to feel off, that was until Jesse appeared in the picture in front of Ellie.
“Ellie, some of us are going to play poker, do you want to join?” He turned to look at you and he smiled “Hey, girls”
You silly laughed, biting your lip slightly before saying ‘Hi’, you couldn’t believe he was talking to you, even if it was just courtesy, HE WAS TALKING TO YOU. He said ‘Hey, beautiful lady that I want to marry soon’ with his eyes.
“Yeah, let’s go” Jesse helped her get up from the couch and you wished to be her at that moment to just casually touch him “See you around”
She was talking to you, but your eyes were only on her friend, Dina had to pinch you discretely for you to react “Oh, yeah, see you!”
Ellie waved ‘bye’ before disappearing from the room. You finally could breath and giggled pushing the dark haired girl out of your lap and to the couch, not only you found out Ellie liked hers but also Jesse talked to you, the tarot reader was right, this year was the year of love for you.
“Can we go? I’m so sleepy”
“Yeah! We have so much to talk and scheme tonight, I just found out about something so fundamental!”
“Fine by me if that means you’re going to talk alone and let me sleep while you pretend I’m not”
“Yeah”
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idk what you can turn this into but jay asking for lip balm so you apply some on your lips and start making out with him
cherry- park jongseong oneshot
a/n: sorry this took a bit :( i was working on my spooktober and homework. also i hope this oneshot is okay. i’m not very good at like makeout scenes tbh :/ so i hope it’s okay :(
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warnings- obv making out, probably cursing he’s americain - lowercase intended
wc- 150-250
yours and jay’s relationship was always sort of blurry. the perfect trope to describe you both was “not dating but DEFINITELY not just friends.”
it hadn’t even crossed the lines of friends with benefits either. it was a weird grey area where you both have shared kisses that you remembered and some that were hard to recall, and if someone talked to you to him the other would get inevitably jealous.
it was a weird blurry line that made your own vision hazy when you thought about it too much. being around your friend was intoxicating to you. god forbid he wore his glasses around you, or wore that cologne that smelled a little too good.
you sat at the kitchen table of his home, he had a break and was housesitting for his parents. you decided to join him due to not getting out of the house recently, too busy with school, and your only close friend being busy preparing for tour.
you chewed on your pencil as you read over the notes for your class, it was complicated and it stressed you out. you started writing again and your chewing was drawn to your lip. you always had this horrible habit, jay would always tell you to knock it off but he’d never tell you why. you’d just assumed that it was because it was bad for you, that it’d bust your lip open eventually.
noticing how chapped they were, you dug through your bag in search for some lip balm. you found your favorite and applied it(like a normal person.) you’ve had this same flavor for years, cherry. classic.
at the very same moment your friend walked in, he had just got back from a phone call and he leaned over the table to see what you were working on. jay didn’t have personal space when it came to you. his hoodie strings waving back and forth near you.
“molecular biology?”
you hummed and finished putting on your lip balm. jay must’ve smelled the cherry on your lips and looked down at you. taking off his glasses and setting them down on the table near your laptop.
“where do you get that chapstick anyways? they don’t sell out ever?” his tone almost came off as annoyed.
you kept writing and answered, “i don’t remember maybe like the convenience store down the street. i’ve had it forever. chapstick lasts me a long time.”
jay knew you’ve had it forever, everytime you put on that damn chapstick, he couldn’t help the thoughts that would run through his head. the smell enough drove him crazy. jay sat down next to you, fairly close and moved hair out of your face.
“can i have some then?”
your eyes were drawn away from your work and they met with his. his gaze was intense, especially when his eyes kept flickering from your eyes to your lips.
adorned in that fucking chapstick.
his hand was still softly caressing your face, you grabbed the collar of his hoodie and finally kissed him. the taste of your chapstick was a drug to jay, and you weren’t about to cut him off. you’d happily enable him.
his hands trailed down to your waist to the leg of the chair. using the chair he pulled you closer to him effortlessly. how that was even possible- you didn’t know.
when you pulled away for air, jay pulled you back in to kiss him again, his hands traveling up from your knees to your waist. his hands shaking, they only shook when he was physically trying to hold himself back.
your breath hitched when you felt his lips hit your neck. softly he let his teeth nip you. jay was this close to snapping. especially when he got flashes of every time someone got a little too close to you for his liking. it drove him insane, mad, animalistic in a sense. he let himself lose control as he sucked love bites onto your skin. your chest heaved and he ripped you from your chair to sit on his lap.
“jay-“
“what.” it came off as a whisper, his hands tightening on you. the tone of voice he used didn’t even make it a question. his head immediately went back to your neck to mark you up more. you were his, even if this relationship status was a grey area. you belonged to him.
“you’re driving me crazy.”
you felt his smirk against your skin, “you drive me crazy everyday.”
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BTS reactions – the first kiss
BTS x reader
Summary: You kiss each other for the first time.
Themes/warnings: fluff with hints towards mature content, kissing, mention of alcohol
Wordcount: ca. 690 words
Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18
I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.
Jin:
You’re visit Jin at his place and cooking together, as you have done a lot of times before. You’ve been friends for a while, after all.
When you turn around to grab a few more veggies to cut, Jin suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you a little closer to him. He looks down at you. You are like frozen. His lips touch yours for a heartbeat. He withdraws and looks at you. When you start to smile, he leans down for a longer and much more intense kiss.
Yoongi:
Yoongi never misses how you look at his mouth when he raps. Or when he licks his lips. You work with him, so you get to see him rap a lot.
One day, when he practices a rap before going into the booth to record it, you keep glancing at his lips and away again. You can hardly focus on your work. Yoongi, who is sitting facing you, reaches out his hand and tilts your chin upwards.
He moves in closer, giving you time to change your mind. But you don’t. His lips feel so soft against yours. Until you both open your mouths and you get a taste of the infamous tongue technology.
Hobi:
You’re helping Hobi sort through some old clothes and whether to give them away or keep them. Occasionally, you try on some of the clothes or accessories. His hats all look weird on your smaller head, and he laughs.
At some point, Hobi finds a bright red scarf. He slings it around your neck and pulls you closer with it. You glance from his eyes to his lips and back. Hobi smiles before pulling you in the last little bit and kissing you.
Namjoon:
Namjoon and you are drinking and chatting. Neither of you has had nearly enough alcohol to blame it on that that Namjoon is suddenly holding your hand. You both ignore the fact and keep chatting.
Until Namjoon keeps losing his thread while talking about one of his recent favorite books. The reason is that you keep biting your lips. Namjoon stops mid-sentence, leans forward and places his lips on yours. It only takes a moment of shock before you return the kiss. You stand up to meet him halfway. Next thing you know you’re sitting on his lap, making out.
Jimin:
While visiting Jimin, you get dry lips and get out your chapstick. You apply it while listening to Jimin talk about how his week has been. His eyes are not on yours though, but on your lips.
When you ask him if he wants some chapstick too, he smiles in a way that gives you goosebumps of the good kind. He affirms, gets up, leans forward and kisses you. When he withdraws again his pupils are so big, they make his eyes look completely black.
“Mh, not enough chapstick yet.”
You smile as he comes back for another kiss.
Tae:
Tae and you are playing with Yeontan. At some point you let Yeontan play alone with his toy, while on leash and sit down on a bench. After a few moments Tae’s arm goes around your shoulder.
Soon, he scootches closer to you. When you look at him, he looks caught. But then he turns on his charms full blast. You’re kissing him before you know what you’re doing. Tae entangles his hand in your hair and deepens the kiss.
JK:
You always have fun when you practice fighting with JK. He’s much stronger and skilled, so it usually ends with you pinned to the ground, incapacitated. But today, after a few rounds, you take off your shirt and reveal your sports bra underneath. JK is distracted enough for a few seconds for you to gain the upper hand.
When you pin him to the ground, he is surprised, but laughs seconds later. He looks so cute, crinkling his nose, that you lean down and lightly kiss him.
After you break apart, you both look surprised. Until JK uses the situation to roll you around until you are pinned under him. The kiss he initiates is much less cute.
Question: Who is your bias?
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Please do not copy, translate, or repost my work. Doing so will make you legally liable for stealing intellectual property.
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please write more for mingi 🙏🙏 like a college au anything (if you do those)
thank you sm for the suggestion i would love to. i decided on fluffy mingi, i hope thats okay!
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boyfriend!mingi x gn!reader
genre: fluff, college au a/n: mingi is a himbo i stand by that
warnings: kissing in the rain (if thats a warning), collegebf!mingi, himbo!mingi, min is whipped, talks of the painting of cronus (saturn) eating his kid
"babe"
you look over to your right and almost bump heads with your boyfriend who got really close without you knowing.
"whats wrong" you look at him concern taking over your face at his expression. his eyebrows furrowed so much you could assume they were going to touch each other soon.
"why is he eating someone" he looks over at the projector then back at you, shock covering his features now.
"mingi.."
"huh"
"have you been paying attention at all" you question him, now furrowing your eyebrows. he shakes his head, his features softening.
"i was staring at you, then i look over at the screen..." he trails off shivering slightly. you giggle at his actions and point at your notes you've been taking.
"thats one of his sons, he got news that one of them would overrule him, so he decided he would eat all of his kids so that wouldn't happen" you explain to him, his features scrunching up again "try to focus on the class min" you whisper.
"but..you're so pretty when you're focused" he mumbles out. you look at him raising an eyebrow.
"min"
"yes?"
"im not helping you on the next test" his mouth drops open in offense as if you said the most foul thing in the world to him "pay attention to class baby" you say quietly pointing to the front. he pouts turning his head so he's facing the professor.
as you continue with your notes while class finishes up, mingi catching your attention from your peripheral. you look over at him and he quickly turns to face the front again.
"mingi"
"y/n" he says turning to face you. you give him a stern look "i cant help it" he groans "just let me look at my pretty girlfreind" your eyes rolled back slightly and you let out a puff of air in defeat.
"you're so lucky your hot" you mumble, a smile pulling at his lips. he goes to say something but you hold up your hand "shh, let me at least focus" you say.
soon the professor finishes his lecture, letting everyone go. you slide your notebook and computer into your bookbag and look up at mingi whos eyes are already on you.
"ready" he ask a soft smile on his lips, you nod and grab onto his hand that was held out for you. you walked towards the apartment you were sharing with mingi, his hand letting go of yours so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders.
you feel a raindrop hit your cheek then another, your head tilting up, more rain drops. you groan knowing you still have a 5 minute walk to the apartment.
the rain gets heavier and you look over at mingi whos walking with his eye closed. you admire him in the warm tones of the street lights. his hair getting wet already from the rain. the rain hitting his cheeks seem soft and gentle just like him. your heart flutters and you stop walking, mingi turns to face you his eyebrows furrowing again.
"i love you" you say turning to face him.
"i love you too" he mumbles his hands perching on your waist, pulling you close to him. his fingers squeezing softly against your now wet t-shirt. he leans down slowly stopping before your lips touch "such a pretty girl" he mumbles against your lips.
you close the gap connecting your lips with his, a soft but intense spark fills your chest. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, his arms wrapping fully around your waist now. his lips are soft, maybe from the chapstick you applied earlier on him because he was picking at his lips. you scolded him and forced him to use the strawberry chapstick you kept with you. this caused his kiss to be strawberry flavored, a favorite of yours.
you feel him pull away slightly "you can check this off your bucket list" he says giving you another peck. a smile creeps onto your face.
"how do you know about that" you question him smiling.
"you've told me before" he says softly. his voice deep and soothing.
you chuckle softly.
you're boyfriend may not always be the brightest on regular subjects, but when it comes to you hes the smartest person you know.
you pull his head down softly closer to yours to kiss him again, his lips moving in sync with yours, his hands holding you tight against him, your favorite feelings all in one.
"love you so much" he says pulling away mumbling against your lips.
"love you more mings" you say back connecting your lips again.
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Olden times used to be a lot better for race car construction. Speeds were slower, and safety meant being able to re-use the driver after you won. Plus, nobody really knew what they were doing. You could throw an old fuel tank from an airplane onto an old truck frame, weld the two parts together, and once the fires were extinguished, you'd have a winning dragster.
Nowadays, decades of intense competition, workplace safety regulation, and the discovery of hyperfocus-related mental disorders have produced race cars that would have been completely unimaginable to our distant ancestors. You can zip down the straight faster than the aforementioned bomber plane could, slam into a copse of trees on the side of the road, and probably come out of it at least half alive. Winning? Yeah, you could do that too, but you'd need to be trained in the fine art of racecraft nearly from birth, unlike me.
I know a lot of people are tired of me complaining about how old garbage that you find on the side of the road is better than all the new garbage that you have to have a paying job in order to afford. I'm tired of saying it! Which is why I decided to put my money where my mouth is. Not literally, because I have no money and because the Canadian plastic currency has been chemically constructed to be disgusting to eat, but you get the idea.
In the interest of getting better at motorsport, I've decided to start from square one, myself. I went to the store, and I started welding some frame together, using the store demo welders. Naturally, I wore a reflective vest, so that everyone knew I was supposed to be there. I drove the resulting vehicle right out of the store, after a quick stop-off at the self-checkout to ring up a pair of overpriced Chapsticks. Then I've been driving my improvised rocket ship in the woods at night. It's hard work, but I figure eventually I'll learn what I did wrong with this piece of shit, and head back to do something better. By 2090 or so, I should be roughly caught up to the state of the art in 1925. For instance, I've already determined that my next race car should have headlights.
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