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perfectlystrangeangel · 10 months
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scontomio · 3 months
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Wet N Wild Coloricon Multi-Stick 0.11 oz 260A Blue Lah Lah Eye Shadow Thick New.
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tonkiads · 1 year
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Wet and wild photo focus foundation match
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#Wet and wild photo focus foundation match skin
I really liked it and I’m a little shocked it only cost me five bucks.
#Wet and wild photo focus foundation match skin
I will say this is a lovely lightweight fluid foundation that has a smooth, even appearance on skin that feels and looks natural. Whether or not this is some wonder for photos is beyond me. As I mentioned above I really never experienced issues with liquids or creams in photos but have had my issues with powder. I can’t say if Wet n Wild Photo Focus Foundation is great for photos as I’m so not a great photographer. It disappears once you apply it but when you open the bottle it does hit you in the face. It kind of reminds me of a magic marker scent. One thing that does deserse mentioning is the fact this does have a rather odd scent that’s a little less powerful than the one I experienced the Tarte’s Rainforest of the Sea Aquacealer. I liked how it brightened up my complexion and eased dullness. The shade stayed true during the initial application and well into a few hours of wear. I read a few reviews that mentioned oxidization but thankfully I didn’t experience any issues. Don’t worry, it didn’t create an shine or oiliness and it sets to a satiny matte that wore for a solid five hours before showing very minor signs of wear. I thought the formula had a slightly slippery texture which could be due to the dimethicones. Wet n Wild Photo Focus Foundation Swatches (Soft Beige) You can always go back later and build the color up so start with a little and add more as needed. The coverage can be applied more subtly for a natural finish or you can build easily to medium coverage. The satiny matte finish did not adhere to my drier skin and it looked flawless and natural. It blends like a pure dream on my dry skin. This has a light, fluid texture that absorbs easily into skin. On first swatched I just knew this was a foundation I was going to love. Yet another reason to love this as the light shade did not have pink undertones and it matched my light medium skin perfectly. I picked this up in Soft Beige which is a light, soft beige shade with beige undertones that fit my skin perfectly. It’s also really handle for swiping the foundation on your face (just be sure to wipe it off before replacing it in the bottle). The paddle makes for a mess-free way to get the foundation out of the bottle. I hate living in 1985 where liquid foundations come in glass bottles that you have to tip in order to access the contents. I admit the paddle applicator was part of what sold me here. This weights in at 1 oz in a heavy glass bottle with an attached large paddle applicator. Wet n Wild Photo Focus Foundation is available in 20 shades and will set you back $5.99 at Walgreens with a dollar off coupon that’s available in displays in store. Here are my thoughts, review, and swatches on Wet n Wild Photo Focus Foundation. However, I am careful whenever I apply powder as I have been known to look too pale or ghostly if I overdue it. It actually isn’t even a concern of mine and I take a lot of photos for the site but having a white cast on my skin due to cream or fluid foundation hasn’t been an issue of mine. I understand that powders leave a white cast in photos but I actually never had issues with my foundation looking pasty in photos. I have to admit, this foundation didn’t make sense to me. Wet n Wild tested it under 7 different light sources and with and without flash to deliver you a formula that won’t make you look pasty in photos. In a world of youTube, Instagram, and selfie everything this new foundation was created for use in photos to give you skin a no filter, perfected finish that prevents white cast in photos. Wet n Wild Photo Focus Foundation ($5.99) is a new skin-perfecting foundation that was created for use under different light sources to deliver a flawless, camera ready finish.
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kickingitwithkirk · 4 years
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The Coupon Book Of Love
Summary: Dean and Y/N have a falling out during a hunt and return not speaking. This upsets Jack who decides to help fix their relationship.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Confused Jack Kline, Mentions of Sam and Cas
A/N: for @winchester-fantasies  #winchesterfantasies1000followerschallenge.
Word Count: 2623
Warnings:  fluff, some arguments, ogling of m/f body, necking, mild language, implied sex
Prompt: 10. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” 
A/N: This is my first attempt at writing fluff so hopefully it doesn’t suck and there was to be coupon photos included but I couldn’t get them the right size and had to delete.
*No beta, all mistakes are mine
*****
Jack Kline was sad. 
Dean and Y/N had returned from a hunt not speaking to each other. This was not completely abnormal for them. Their relationship is one of extreme passions, running hot or cold depending on the day.
It was when Y/N moved back into her old room and Dean started drinking all the whiskey in the bunker they all knew something very bad had happened. Sam tried to find out what had happened but all he could get out of either of them was ask Dean or ask Y/N. 
After Sam retired for the night, Jack went to his father Castiel and asked why do people who are in love like Y/N and Dean hurt each other? 
He said that human love is complicated and had no definitive answer.
Jack could not let them go on like this. Y/N was perfect for Dean, she could help with his highs and lows, make him smile when he was in one of his dark moods and had an off kilter sense of humor that matched his.
So Jack turned to the internet looking for the answer. 
He found all sorts of sites with recommendations how to: repair relationships, muddle through misunderstandings, blogs from magazines like Cosmo on how to fix things with your significant other, spice up your love life, even watching Dr. Phil on YouTube.
But most of the advice given was about vocalizing thoughts and feelings and Dean doesn’t do those things.
Jack starts thinking when they return from a hunt Y/N will say to Dean, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”  Dean’s eyes always lit up like the displays at Christmas when Y/N asks him for a cuddle. Which is weird because Dean is vocal that he doesn’t cuddle.
Sam teases Dean that Y/N’s secret code for nookie didn’t fool anyone. Dean tells him to shut up while smiling.
Jack shakes his head, is cuddle and nookie the same or are they different things...humans are very confusing.
He’s about ready to quit when he notices a tab for Pinterest that wasn’t closed yesterday and clicks on it. There were a few boards; cooking, pies, vintage cars, pinup girls.
Unlike what Sam is always saying, Dean does use the internet for more than watching porn. 
Jack scrolls around for a while looking at other pins when he sees something. Tapping on the photo he reads the description. He likes the idea presented but it’s not quite right for Dean and Y/N...
...so he comes up with his own plan.
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The Next Morning
Dean staggers into the kitchen looking for coffee. Lots of coffee after another night spent with Jack, Jim and some wild turkey. Going over to the pot he wonders why Sam hadn't made it after his morning run like usual. Dean sees a piece of paper taped to it with a typed message.
Please go to the library ASAP.
Dean ponders the note while the coffee is brewing and grudgingly heads there after pouring a mug. He is surprised to see Y/N standing by the table looking as tired as he felt. Then he notices a paper in her hand. “Got one too?” He asks, slowly moving to the other side, the table separating them. 
She nods once in acknowledgment.
On the table between them is a letter and two small boxes with their names written on them. Dean slides the letter towards him and reads it out loud.
Dear Dean and Y/N,
I don’t like it when you fight, it makes me sad. You're treating your love as something disposable. I want you to be happy like before and since both of you are stubborn so I’ve come up with a way to help. 
Each box possesses a specifically tailored coupon for each of you with extra, individual instructions accompanying it and must be completed together once a day in order. 
Sam, Cas and I are on a hunt so you have the bunker to yourselves. Have fun.
PS: No peeking ahead-this means you Dean. 
*****
CAR WASH
I can't believe I agreed to do this repeatedly going through Dean's head as he entered the garage after they had opened the boxes and shared their first coupons.
He’s grabbing the paraphernalia kept there for bathing his Baby when Y/N walks in wearing...oh crap...that button down plaid shirt tied up under her bust and those cutoffs made from an old pair of jeans of his that hug her curves just right.
Okay, if that’s how she want to play…game on baby.
Dean hands her a sudsy bucket giving her the look. Y/N blinks perplexed as he walks over turning on the faucet and starts wetting down the Impala. 
She pulls out the sponge and starts soaping down the passenger side as Dean works on the drivers side. They watch each other, quickly looking away when caught.
By the time they meet at the trunk they're both wet, Dean’s t-shirts clinging, accentuating his torso and his jeans have molded to his bowed legs and scrumptious bum. Y/N abruptly hurries to the front of the car.
Dean, smirking to himself, makes the mistake of looking up through the windows. He can see Y/N stretching over the hood as far as she can reach, water and bubbles sliding over the slope of her breasts, nipples pebbled up under the material.
She bends down in front and he quietly steps to his right looking down the side of the car and can see her pert rear swaying in the air as she's scrubbing the grill. Dean reaches over the top of his jeans, pushing down his harding length.
“Okay, she's clean enough, I'll finish up here.” Dean gruffly states. Y/N pops up confused, “Um, are you sure, we haven't waxed yet.” 
Dean feels himself flushing, that’s the last thing he needs right now is Y/N’s breasts bouncing as she's vigorously buffing his...car. “I forgot to get a new can, we’ll do it later.”
“I’ll go get cleaned up and meet you back here in an hour for the next part.” Y/N says as she leaves the garage hips swaying as she walks up the steps. 
“Good thing were not leaving right away.” Dean mutters to himself grimacing at how his wet jeans have become way too constricting.
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Y/N slid the prepacked basket onto the trunk and shut it, hearing Dean come to a sudden halt and peered over the roof at him, taking in his flushed expression.
“Something wrong?” She inquires.
“I.. uh..I haven't seen you in that in a long time.” Dean stammers out awestruck waving his hand at Y/N’s appearance. Her hairs pinned up in loose waves and dressed in the tea length, off the shoulder summer dress he loves on her.
“Not the most practical thing to wear when chopping off a vamps head.” She quips.
“So, where are we going?” Dean asks, pulling the key out of his pocket.
“I’m to drive us...” she starts, “Nope, not happening sweetheart.” Dean steely interrupts. 
Sighing Y/N walks over, “My instructions say I'm to drive to a predetermined location and I can't tell you where it is so I need the keys,” holding her hand out, “Please.”
Dean clenched his jaw reluctantly handing her the keys and got in the passenger side.
They drove for about an half hour, Dean glaring out the front window the entire time. Y/N turned onto a tree lined gravel road going a quarter mile before stopping. They sit in silence gazing out the front window astounded.
In front of them is an abundantly flowering meadow surrounding a small, private lake. 
Jack couldn't have picked out a more perfect place.
“Sooo...what are we supposed to be doing?” 
Y/N hands him the coupon reading…
ROMANTIC PICNIC
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MOVIE NIGHT                 
Y/N enters the Dean Cave not surprised Dean’s already settled in one of the recliners with pizza, popcorn and various other snacks spread out and a twelve pack Margiekugel cooling in the iced tub between the chairs.
They had spent the day doing various choirs separately around the bunker to give each other some space after yesterday. Y/N admitted to intentionally teasing Dean while washing the Impala and vice versa. During their picnic, something neither of them would ever normally do, they had fun together.
Dean seemed to be enjoying spending time together like they haven’t had much of lately but when they got back he decided to go out for a few cold ones instead of spending the evening in and pissing off Y/N.
“Ready for a marathon of The Man with No Name sweetheart?” Dean smugly asks trying to get a rise out of her. Y/N’s grabs some pizza and settling in the other chair takes a big bite of the meat lovers slice and chews slowly. Dean stares wondering why she hasn’t reacted, well aware Eastwood is not a favorite of hers.
Y/N finishes chewing, fishes a beer out of the tub opening it and after taking a long draw finally glances at Dean and flashes her coupon.
CONTROL OF THE REMOTE
“Sonovabitch,” Dean spits out, sinking in the chair cause knowing Y/N she’ll pick some long-ass, drawn out British dramedy that Sam’s the only one willing to watch with her, “I'm gonna get that Nephilim for this,” he pouts but will never admit he’s actually pouts.
A saccharin smile crosses Y/N’s lips as she takes the remote from him and brings up the menu to select a movie. Dean kills the beer in his hand and grabs another as she continues searching, occasionally clicking on one before going back undecided.
“Will you just pick something so we can get it over with.” Dean surly growls out, opening his fifth beer. Y/N gives him an annoyed huff pressing start. 
Dean jerks upright in surprise at her choice, “Seriously, we're watching...”
“...I don't like spaghetti westerns but seems you forgot I do like slasher films,” Y/N interrupts, “and don't you dare tell Sam, he already thinks I'm off my beam since we got together as it is.”
“Alright and I'll not take that last part as an insult.” Dean happily agrees, snagging the popcorn/M&M’s bowl shoveling in a mouthful as Y/N rolls her eyes, settling in to enjoy an evening of some slice and dice together.
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HOME COOKED MEAL       
‘’Argh! This is ridiculous, what made Jack think I could cook anything?” Y/N yells at the tablet sitting innocuous on the counter in front of her with the recipe Jack had picked out, taunting her.
Dean stopped in the doorway observing the mess Y/N is making of his kitchen. The flour bag is tipped over one counter spilling on the floor, the cutting board has something green cut into so many different shapes it's unidentifiable, other various items scattered about as the skillet on the stove is starting to smoke.
Then the alarm goes off screeching throughout the kitchen.
“Turn the stove off!” He yells over the alarm rushing over switching the stove off and grabbing a lid to smother the fire. Once it's out he turns on Y/N, “Are you trying to burn the place down? Don't you know not to set the heat on high under oil?”
“Yes Dean, I'm trying to burn the bunker down so I can get out of doing this!” Y/N screeches loudly waving the coupon in Dean’s shocked face.
He's never heard her like this, Y/N is one of those people that nothing outside of hunting makes her lose her cool, it’s one of the reasons he fell for her.
Dean approaches cautiously, reaches out placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly running his hands up and down her arms. “Baby, it’ll be fine but you need to calm down,” softly speaking in the soothing voice he used to use to calm Sam down when he was little and having a nightmare. “Now, what are we fixing for dinner?”
“Salmon Croquettes with wild rice and steamed asparagus.” Y/N glances over at the tablet, “I can’t understand why Jack would give me this, he knows I can’t even boil water outside of a tea kettle and...what do you mean we?”
“You really think Jack would intentionally let you cook anything outside of a bowl of cereal after the Cajun waffle incident?”
“They weren’t that bad.” 
“Sweetheart, we had to buy a new waffle iron.”
 “Alright Guy Fieri, what does yours say?” Dean pulls the coupon out of his pocket.
DESERT NIGHT
“I got your favorites and if you're a good girl,” Dean pauses, licking his lips teasingly, “I’ll let you decide how to devour them.”
*****                           
Dean grabs his jacket off the chair back and heads to the library looking forward to tonight's activities. Well, he’s part of it anyways since Y/N hinted hers was something he never ever did.
Dean steps up into the room and stops dead in his tracks when he sees Y/N sitting at the table in her outfit for evening. 
“Damn sweetheart.” 
“You don’t clean up to bad yourself Winchester,” Y/N remarks as she gets up walking around him, seeming to be mentally undressing him, “and since I don’t know where we’re doing tonight I was thinking that if you play your cards right,” she leans up, her voice husky next to his ear, “you might get lucky.” 
Dean takes his plump lower lip between his teeth and slowly lets it slide out making Y/N’s breath hitch as they stare into each other's eyes.
“So what are we doing tonight?” Y/N inquiries in a slightly breather voice than normal.
DATE NIGHT
Dean slides his arms around her waist, “I was thinking of taking you somewhere you haven’t been in a while,” he leans down kissing along her collarbone, moving up the side of her neck, “depends on what your half of the evening entails.” 
 Y/N retrieves the coupon from her jeans back pocket and Dean groans, dropping his head onto her shoulder.
SLOW DANCE
 “I was thinking we can do what this coupon literally says or we could interpret it a different way.”
 “Okay, I'm listening.” Dean mumbles.
“Well, there was no specific instruction from Jack as to what type of slow dance...” Dean’s head snaps up, his pupils dilating to the point the mossy green color has all but disappeared as Y/N keeps talking about the different types of slow dancing they could try.
“What are you asking?” Dean interrupts, his whisky roughened voice is even more gravelly sounding as his aching with desire.
Y/N walks backwards till her hips bump against the library's table, hops up on it leaning back onto her elbows, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” 
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Later that night
“So we agree we're not gonna tell them the real reason for our fight?” Y/N asks as she finishes braiding her shower damp hair, sitting at the foot of the bed. Deans leaning against the headboard with their last two coupons sitting upside down next to his sweat pant clad hip.
“They’ll think it’s stupid, especially Sam,” Dean remarks, “so, you ready to admit that Die Hard is a Christmas movie.” 
“Nope, you're never gonna convince me,” Y/N pronounces as she climbs onto Dean's lap leaning forward to softly brush her lips over Dean's before sitting back and picking up the coupons turns them over...
YOU WIN THE FIGHT  
YOU WIN THE FIGHT
“I think we better hang on to these, ya know, just in case.”
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thirsty-x1 · 4 years
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Game Over | Lee Hangyul
Request:
Hi xxx can I request a Hangyul one shot where he decides to do DDD (Destroy Dick December) and needs your help with it. Because I totally see him doing that (I’m already praying for his dick lol)
↬ Pairing: Hangyul x fem!reader.
↬ Genre: Smut.
↬ Warnings: explicit language, praising, masturbation, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex, protected sex, getting caught.
↬ Word Count: 2.2k.
↬ A/N: kind of a second part to Game On but not really because their relationship is different? Idk, do whatever you want with this information.
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The conversation between both of them was becoming more and more loud, ending up in the most absurd competition you had ever seen.
“We both lost No Nut November, I don’t understand why you are so stinky about it.” Seungyoun kept playing games on his phone, borderline ignoring the other.
“Exactly, that’s why we should do this one to decide who wins.” Hangyul had a serious expression, and all you could think about was why were you friends with these two dumbasses. “Make your bet, y/n, who would win?”
You sighed. “It’s physically impossible to do that. Makes no fucking sense.”
“Duh, I know that but who do you think is going to get further into it?”
“Both of you look like the kind to wank the whole day, it’s pretty close if you ask me.” Suddenly Seungyoun looked at you offended.
“Both of us? You are comparing me with him? That’s really rude.”
They kept going at it for a few more minutes. In the end, it seemed like Hangyul made a point which somehow got Seungyoun into the challenge and they started discussing the details, agreeing on having the possibility to ask for help to someone at any given time of the month since it was going to become quite repetitive to do it by their own hand, apparently.
And of course that at the third day, Hangyul came to you and begged for you to help.
“What? No, I won’t be helping you out with that stupid challenge.”
“Please! C’mon, I really need to win here.”
“Are you even listening to yourself? You want me to help you jerk off four times a day?” The incredulous look in your face would have made anyone give up, but not him.
“That’s tomorrow, the next day would be five times and so on.” When you shook your head, he panicked. “I will literally do anything you want, please. Seungyoun won’t let me see the end of it if I lose.”
“Hangyul, sweetie, I couldn’t care less about what happens. You have your own hands, do it yourself.”
“It doesn’t feel good anymore! I barely managed to cum three times today, it was so dull.” You cringed and looked away, thinking about the fact that he had cooked today with those same hands. “I washed them, stop making that face.”
“Fine. Just shut up, don’t need to know about your experiences.” His eyes lit up. “Listen, only hand jobs, that’s it.”
“One blowjob.”
“You really are pushing your luck.”
“One blowjob and I’ll pay for anything you want this month?”
“Do I really look like the kind to accept that offer?” He shrugged. “… Two blowjobs and make it two months.”
“Deal.”
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You weren’t really expecting him to believe what you said the day before, nor accept the proposal, but Hangyul was really full of surprises. Next morning he woke you up hurriedly, scaring the shit out of you as if some emergency was going on but seeing the tent in his underwear caused you to breathe in slowly in order to not kill him.
“Did you really woke me up at… eight a.m. to show me this?”
“This is literally the easy part, it’s already hard, and you don’t have to do anything!”
“You do realize that you could have done it yourself, right?” He stood at the side of the bed, dumbfounded as if he hadn’t realized that possibility. “Asshole.”
“Yeah, yeah, you are right, move over.”
“What?”
“It will go down if I have to go back! Move over, I’ll get it done here.”
There was no strength in you to fight, not when it was so fucking early. You rolled on your stomach, letting a free spot next to you which he occupied immediately. Your head was the other way, not even wanting to see what was about to happen, but that made it almost worse because you could listen to every little thing: the ruffle of the sheets and the elastic of his underwear moving down, his low grunt as he gripped his member, him spitting and next the sound of the skin as he finally started the process. It was hot, there was no point in denying that. One of your best friends was jacking off right next to you, letting heavy pants and not even taking more than ten minutes to do so. Curiosity took over you, turning around just in time to see him throw his head back, cum painting his upper body. He flinched as your hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock and continued where he had left off.
“If you do one after another it’s easier.”
Your explanation was satisfactory enough, although the sensitivity was a little too much for him. He didn’t complain, hissing when your thumb grazed the slit of his head, hips thrusting up as he came once more, a little transparent bit of liquid coming out. You gave him a little bit of time to recover, appreciating the way his chest heaved up and down and staring at his muscles relax before scooping a bit of his come with your finger and taking it to your lips, his eyes going wide.
“Was that necessary?” His question sounded more of a whine.
“Not half bad.”
“Two more to go.” He got up, going to the bathroom to clean himself before turning around and adding: “The view of your ass really helped.”
Throwing your pillow at him wasn’t as effective as you wanted to. Your stomach grumbled and it was a sign to get up and make some food, leaving an extra bit in the pot for Hangyul since the others had to go away and complete their schedules. A few hours later, both were sprawled in the couch, watching a drama film. And of course, as almost every single foreign movie, it had to have a steamy sex scene, both growling at the lack of sense that it made its incrustation in the story line. Despite that, the scene was quite revealing and way too long, which ended up with Hangyul getting hard again somehow.
“Don’t you ever get tired?” You raised an eyebrow at him and he laughed.
“I’m young, I should take advantage of it while I can.” A few more minutes passed in silence before he talked again. “Hey… Could I use one of the blowjob coupons?”
“Now? In the middle of the dorms? What are you going to do if any of the boys come back?”
“They are all busy, c’mon, please?”
“I swear if Seungwoo comes home, I will choke you.” You kneeled between his legs, quickly pulling on his pants and freeing his member.
“Didn’t know you were into that kind of–!”
His sentence was immediately interrupted by your tongue swirling on the tip of his cock, a low grunt leaving his mouth. You made sure to lubricate him enough before starting to jack him off, eyes staring into his as you wrapped your lips around him and slowly sinking down. When he felt the back of your throat, his hands went to your hair, softly pulling on it but instead of pressing your head down, he made you stop.
“You good?” It was hard to hold back your laugh at his worried expression which seemed to be the complete opposite of what he really wanted to do.
“Yes, don’t worry and just let me help.”
Going back, you hollowed your cheeks and flattened your tongue against the underside of his shaft, carefully swallowing him whole, his hand now encouraging you to take more of him. At one particular swift of your tongue, he left out a moan and your eyes met with his.
“So pretty…”
His compliment took you off guard, suddenly making your throat stop relaxing and gag around him, the vibration sending him into bliss as he came without a warning. You swallowed, not having much of an option since his grip was still strong in your hair. As soon as he realized, he let you go, feeling slightly guilty at the way you started coughing so he got up, tucked “it” in and handed you a glass of water, caressing your back apologetically.
“Don’t say that kind of things out of the blue… It really took me by surprise.” Your throat hurt a little, but still what you were most annoyed about was that you felt your cheeks hot and it wasn’t because of the slight choking incident.
“I’m sorry, but you looked quite pretty like that.” His eyes dropped low. “Besides, you think I didn’t notice your hand?” You froze in place, the embarrassment taking over you. “Who would have thought that you’d get horny at sucking me off?”
You got up abruptly. “S-shut up, you dumb–”
Now it was his turn to cut you midsentence as he held your arm and pulled you towards him, making you fall in a slightly awkward way on his lap with your back turned to him. His hands started drawing small circles, sliding up your inner thighs, an appreciative hum leaving his lips as he felt your wetness sipping off your underwear.
“Why do you try to deny it?” His fingers slid under the elastic and started rubbing your center, completely avoiding where you needed him the most. “Have you been this wet since morning?” The small whine you gave was all he wanted. “Naughty.”
It seemed as if there was no ending to his teasing, only touching you and whispering dirty words on your neck, his hot breath tickling you in the most irresistible way, your insides throbbing with each second that passed. Out of nowhere, one of his fingers slid into you, a second one following not too long after, stretching you at a slow pace.
“Fuck, Hangyul, can’t you hurry up?” Suddenly aware of your surroundings, nervousness kicked into your system.
“Are you afraid of someone finding you like this? Spreading open for me? Imagine if Wooseok came and saw, he is into it after all.” Your thoughts were running wild with each of the scenarios he painted for you, smiling to himself whenever he felt you clench down around his fingers.
“Please…” The slightly hurt tone in your begging sent shivers down his spine, his cock starting to harden. “Please make me cum.”
Maybe browsing his history that one time ended up being useful because his movements started to get quicker, his other hand rubbing your clit as he fingered you roughly, teeth sinking into your neck. Your orgasm washed over you but he didn’t stop, over stimulating you despite your resistance.
“Payback.” The sensitivity was becoming too much, and finally you gripped his hands, his motions slowing down when you turned to look at him.
“Fuck me then.”
That wasn’t part of your deal, but what was the worst that could happen? He let you free and you quickly rummaged on his bedroom to find a condom, going back to find him half naked now with his dick fully hard as he waited for you. Rolling the preservative on, he held your hips to guide you, both holding back a moan as he filled you. He got rid of your shirt, throwing it to the floor as his mouth attached to the mound of your breasts, leaving marks before pulling them out and sucking on your nipples. Everything was too good and too much at the same time, your whimpers growing loud as he met your thrusts with more aggressive ones, chasing his own release whilst teasing any sensitive spot he would find on your skin and inside of you.
The sound of the door downstairs made the adrenaline pump through your veins, starting to slow down your actions as panic flood you but it was the complete opposite for Hangyul, that started to drill into your even harder than before. You tried to muffle your moans, failing miserably each time, his hand pressing into the back of your neck and attracting you to him, kissing you and swallowing all of your pleas. It felt strange to kiss him, even though you had already done everything else, and even if it was meant to shut you up, it made your whole body shake. He pulled apart to catch his breath, grunting when he felt your walls tightening as you came, burying deep inside you as he filled the condom with his cum. As both of you were trying to recover, you heard multiple steps going right in your direction, only to be met with Seungwoo, Wooseok and Yohan in complete awe.
“… You two better explain what is happening here.” Seungwoo was the first to talk, looking somewhere between frustrated and embarrassed, Yohan just stared to the floor and Wooseok couldn’t have been more obvious, proving Hangyul right at what he had said before.
“I can help you out with that~” Seungyoun suddenly popped going upstairs, giving you a small smile before continuing. “I heard everything.”
Well, this was game over for all of you.
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I don’t know why it’s this long? I thought it was much shorter? Sorry? Not as funny as the other one but still?
~Nani
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👫 viktor lana :D
send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons i have about our muses’ relationship.
he he he he (me doing an evil little laugh tht daunts n unnerves everyone around me)..... i knew u would send this i already thought of this hc in advance when i rb’d the post. ahem. i will begin. tht time they went motel hopping n wreaking havoc bc they were both suspended from radcliffe i imagine one night a motel they got to was booked full n they’d got there rly late so they were jst like fk it let’s sleep in the car. viktor’s hearse. n if he happened to have fallen asleep first i feel like she wld have been like huh.............. he lks weirdly peaceful when he sleeps almost like he doesn’t wna bite the whole world into tiny little pieces fr once. she’d feel like she ws sighting a rare exotic bird in the wild like it ws some special privilege i think she’d smile to herself abt it like a loser. n lana is literally so physically affectionate she’s like a gross over excitable puppy so i cn imagine her wriggling up to him n carefully as possible plopping his arm over her as he slept. inspired by this image bt rly just.... in any form she’d tuck herself up w him n sleep tht way w the aim of somehow waking up first n moving before he realised she’d done it. idk if tht would have happened i wnt lie lana sleeps rly soundly when she’s cosy w ppl she likes so <3 mayb he ws disgusted by this when he woke up n saw it bt it’s ok <3 lana wld laugh it off n not care
i think i might hv mentioned this as a hc very briefly in a reply before bt???? i jst thought of it again now. i hv this idea in my head of a game lana wld play with viktor where she’d draw in biro on her thigh a grid fr noughts and crosses except she usually does like. stars and hearts or just a way more Lana version..... i cn imagine her making him play this w her when they were like. jst sat out on the beach in provincetown or in bed after 👀 except i think she wld let him choose what he drew for his turns. smthn to represent him. mayb she’d suggest a ram’s head like black phillip fr his sexy chaotic satanic goat aura n he’d be like ya sure i’ll draw a whole fking detailed ram’s head in this tiny square lana n she’d be like ugh ur talent ur mind jst ignoring the sarcasm n loving it instead. in a similar ball park i feel like she wld doodle things on his tattoos like a penis on his marble statue-esque one (if tht is actually canon i cnt remember if u said it was i won’t lie) n jst things like tht. rly all of these things r just an excuse to touch him n vice versa bt. the noughts n crosses game in particular is one she made up just fr him.
fr his bday i feel like lana wld give him a homemade coupon tht entitles him to an elaborately staged rouse where they entrap some loser man w a fake relationship / spat / whtever which involves her seducing him n viktor finding them n freaking out. like they hv before bt. maybe this one wld even involve sfx blood it wld be extreme n dramatic n scandalous. mayb lana wld at one point put in fake vampire teeth. it wld be ridiculous the guy wld be like what the fuck who are u people. he wld maybe get genuinely injured it wld be a lot. sometimes lana can b a bit immoral fr the drama of it all i feel like viktor brings out her most rogue side n honestly tht is sexy. bt anyway in addition to this she wld ask judes help n get him to do a drawing/piece of tatiana. she wld be nervous abt giving this to viktor bc obviously he doesn’t like talking abt / confronting vulnerable topics so i feel like she’d jst slip it into an envelope n leave it in his room as a silent gift from her n not be there to see his reaction or anything. i think she might not even sign her name she’d jst kiss a lipstick print onto the envelope n know he’d recognise who it was by the colour bc of tht time he said he’d know it anywhere. sighs n lks away...
ok so. fr the night where lana stole trent’s car keys n walked up to viktor at tht party n was basically like “hey wna steal a car w me :)” in not so many words.... this is hw i envision the night panning out. they went speeding. lana at various points was dangling way too much out of the window n holding her hands out bc she loves feeling the wind on her fingers when ppl drive fast. hair jst blasting everywhere truly no concern fr safety. viktor probably literally hd to haul her bk into the car by her ass at numerous points bc she almost flew out n died. she’d ask him to find an empty lot where they cld spin n skid around the place n keep being like AGAIN AGAIN CAN WE GO AGAIN like a giddy child requesting another go on the swings. after all tht fun i feel like she wld hv been like lets drive out somewhere quiet n they’d end up like. at some kind of lake in the woods. mayb they get out there idk bt after all the thrill/novelty wore off a bit i feel like trent’s car wld mke lana sad bc she has bad memories associated with it / him in general n she’d jst impulsively hit the bonnet n try to snap the windscreen wipers n struggle doing it bc she doesn’t hv the arm strength so she’d jst be like ERGH!!!!!!!!!! n try to kick the car after giving up n it wld be rly hard n hurt her foot n she’d b swearing like FK this car it’s so UGLY......... jst the worst tantrum bc her heart’s never Rly in it when she’s angry it’s always just very clear she’s sad n trying to make tht sadness seem braver. mayb his way of calming her dwn in this situation wld b like. let’s sink the fker <3 n lana is silent fr a bit before being like. sniffs. ok :) bt she’ll only do it if they’re in the car n drive it into the lake bc she wants to see all of trent’s shitty cds get wet n ruined frm the inside. anyway. it happens. they hv to climb out of the lake sopping wet n walk bk all tht way. is it cold? idk. this ws all a hideous idea bt that’s on brand. i won’t lie she’d maybe silently hold his hand on the walk bk fr a little while n if he commented on it be like ummmm if we don’t work together to preserve body heat we Lit Rally might get hypothermia viktor don’t b a BABY abt it i’m saving ur life if anything u shd thank me i dnt even wna hold ur big sexy hand i’m jst playing paramedic... bt in reality who r we kidding. she’d jst wna hold his hand. she’s sick <3
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jamkookies · 5 years
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Peek-A-Boo!
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Description :  A trip to Malta for the shooting of Bon Voyage seems peaceful enough until the moment things take an unexpected turn...
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There are seven pairs of eyes watching you expectantly and you don’t know where to look. This is definitely not what you had been thinking when Tae told you about having to pick a room.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Namjoon says as a matter of fact.
“Why? Should I be somewhere else?”
“Y/N, how many times do we have to explain? ” Jin interferes. “You are supposed to go outside and wait for us to hide in our rooms. Then you can come in and choose your own.”
You deadpan.
“I’m honestly suffering from jet - lag and I’m so tired and I really wanna get this over with, ” you say in a seemingly careless way, but the truth is you are internally panicking. The possibility of you sharing a room with Jungkook had you feeling on edge.
You didn’t understand what the hell was wrong with you. This wasn’t the first time you had to be close to him or to any other member. Living with them for five years sure had it’s own effect.
Then what exactly had changed?
Why did you keep looking at him in another light? Why did you feel your stomach sink every time you threw a glance his way?
And look, you didn’t even need to specify who him was, because there was no other to begin with. Just him.
You shake your head, trying to shake off the thoughts too.
This wasn’t the time. You had to stick to your plan. Act unbothered, be unbothered.
“Look, hyung. She’s scheming.” Taehyung observed you like you were a wild animal.
You took this in your own advantage.
“ I am so gonna get that single room. Just watch,” you said with a false sense of self-confidence.
You stomp off the room and get out into the hallway.
You wait until one of the staff members opens the door again and lets you in.
You carefully step inside, making your feet light on the floor so as not to give away your location.
You pace in the living room and then you think of something. You stomp your feet hard on the floor and wait for any other sound coming from upstairs.
Nothing.
Then your ears catch a romping on the corner of the ceiling.
So, that room was already overcrowded then.
You take the stairs and head for the opposite way.
There was no guarantee that it would be empty, considering that there were a lot of members, but at this point you didn’t care anymore. You tentatively pull down the handle and peek inside .
Only a glimpse of white sheets greets you. You swing the door completely open and almost cry out of joy.
It’s empty.
You had gotten the single room.
You raise your arms in victory and jump right into the single bed , savoring the comfortable feeling of the smooth sheets.
“Ahhh, finally - ”
“Peek-a-boo!”
“ AAAAAAAGHH!”
You scream at the top of your lungs and fall to the floor with a thump, when you see Jungkook’s head peeking from under the bed.
The impact rattles your teeth and you groan in pain.
“What are you doing over there?”
Jungkook pulls off a cocky smile.
“Pranking you, of course. Did you really think you were gonna get a whole room to yourself?”
“I was hoping to.”
“Nope, you’re stuck with me.”
“Come here , you little rascal! ” You say through clenched teeth and make an attempt at catching him.
He easily avoids you and swerves to the side. You then start to chase him around the room like a five year-old, but was the boy fast…
When you somehow catch hold of him, you put him in a headlock and are about to smack him upside the head, when the rest of the boys come storming into the room.
“What are you doing?” Asks Yoongi. “We heard screaming.”
“What does it look like I’m doing? Beating this kid’s ass for almost giving me a heart attack, of course.”
“Hey, watch the formalities. I’m older than you,” Jungkook protests, head still under your arm.
Jin looks at the nearest camera.“ Could you please cut this part? We don’t want the show to be age - restricted because of her cussing.”
You stick your tongue at him and then proceed to make a face at the camera.
Jungkook takes his chance and tickles you on your side.
You release him almost immediately, writhing uncontrollably. You were really ticklish, and at the slightest threat you were always ready to throw hands.
Zero tolerance on that.
Still, you manage to kick him behind the knees, making his legs give out.
“How’s the ground, loser?”
He looks at you through his see - through bangs and gives you a mischievous smile.
You notice Hoseok pinching the bridge of his nose and then start laughing yourself.
* * *
You are sitting on the couch along with the boys, waiting for instructions from the staff. Even though this was a time for you to enjoy your holidays and get your mind off of the stress, concerts, and everything else, games and missions weren’t something you could get rid of.
“ You are all going to try to make dinner for tonight. Each one of you is assigned a special dish, and you are to cook it with the ingredients given to you. The one with the best dish wins 200 dollars to spend on shopping.”
Everyone lets out cheers of joy at the mention of money.
You were all rich as hell, but you still got excited even at the mention of so much as a coupon. It was your own way of appreciating little things.
The staff member offers you a basket full of tiny globes, each containing a rolled up paper.
He puts the basket in the middle of the circle were you are all sitting on the floor and gestures for you to proceed.
Taehyung fishes one out and opens it carefully, retrieving the roll of paper inside. He’s kinda nervous because he doesn’t have much experience with cooking, but you all give him reassuring smiles, nudging him to go on.
The paper reads ’ Pasta ’.
“You’re saved, Taehyungie. That’s an easy thing to make,” Jimin says.
He sighs, relieved and smiles widely.
Next is Jin, who goes for the globe without hesitation.
Kimbap.
Jimin. Salad.
Jungkook. Steak.
Namjoon. Soup. You snorted when hearing that.
Hoseok. Milk-shakes.
Yoongi. Tteok-bokki.
It was your turn now.You open the paper with shaky hands and read it.
Pancakes.
Yes !
That was one of the only things you knew how to make.
Namjoon looked at you with puppy eyes.
“Would you want to switch?”
You act like you’re touched by his display of cuteness then pull off the most serious face.
“No.”
You jump around in excitement, showing your piece of paper to the other members with the most exagerated moves.
Jin joins you and you start making silly dance moves together.
* * *
Everyone is busy trying to make their own dish and you’re no less invested.
There’s a hell of a mess in front of you - flour, milk and eggs. Your hair is smeared white even though you had tied it in a bun on the back of your head.
It was fairly short and there were multiple strands escaping from it, but it didn’t bother you that much.
At least the apron was doing a good job of shielding your clothes.
You take a look at the others who are concentrated on their tasks. The only sounds in the room are those of knives, spoons and the occasional sizzling of oil.
Then, out of nowhere Jin’s voice is heard.
“Hey guys, can you turn off the AC? I’m a little chilli,” he says, while holding an actual chili pepper and then laughs like a windshield wiper.
Everyone is trying to hold their laughter, except for Yoongi who actually looks displeased.
“Please stop. It’s making me angry.”
Jin ignores him and grabs two eggs from the counter.
“You know why eggs don’t tell jokes?” He continues. “ Because they’d crack each other up!”
You can’t hold it in anymore. You double over with laughter, holding your aching stomach. Everyone else is having the time of their lives because of Jin’s antics.
Still giggling, you move around the kitchen trying to find other ingredients and bump into Jungkook along the way.
He kicks you lightly in the shin. You kick him back. You both have your hands occupied - him holding a bowl filled with water and you a pack of flour, so you start a kicking competition.
“Hey, quit it you two!” Yoongi yells over the noise of frying food.
Just to spite him, you pour flour all over Jungkook’s head. He is outraged and gets back at you splashing you in the face with the water.
You gasp, the coldness seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.
You are soaking wet and you’re making a mess out of the water dripping from your face onto the floor.
He’s gonna pay for this.
You’re about to grab something to hit him with, when Yoongi grabs both of your shirts an pushes you apart.
“What is it with you two today?”
“He started it,” you complain.
Yoongi glares at you one last time and lets you go.
You were beyond pissed off but you couldn’t deny that it was entertaining to joke around like this.
You both found yourself grinning at each other.
* * *
Dinner was ready.
You had to admit, it looked quite inviting, several dishes with different colors that let out a delicious scent.
You couldn’t wait to dig in and the only thing stopping you was the fact that the staff had to try it first in order to decide who the winner was.
You didn’t really care about the money.
Shopping wasn’t really your thing and even if you won ( which was unlikely to happen), you would probably give it to Hoseok or something. What you did care about was winning.
After the man had a taste out of everything, he prepared to give the final verdict.
The others started making drum sound effects.
You rolled your eyes.
They just had to make everything look as dramatic as possible.
The staff member didn’t hesitate.
“The winner is….Jin.”
You all groan out of annoyance while Jin gets up from his seat and blows a kiss at the camera.
You didn’t stand a chance, anyway.
Who were you to compete with Jin, the Mighty Cook ?
Curse him and his delicious kimbap.
So you dig in, trying everything that was laid out in front of you.
From the corner of your eye you notice Taehyung stuffing enormous amounts of food in his mouth and you smile.
You didn’t know why you had started to get so nostalgic lately, but you couldn’t help it.
These random moments were the ones that made you realize there wasn’t anywhere in the world that you wanted to be , except here, with your family.
* * *
“Let me get this straight. You expect us to fit into that?” You said pointing at the single bed in front of you.
It hadn’t really dawned upon you that there was only one single bed on display. And two of you.
At least the others had where to sleep.
Yoongi and Taehyung had gotten the king-sized bed, Namjoon also the same but all to himself, while Jimin, Jin and Hoseok had been assigned on the room consisting of three single beds.
Jungkook scratches the back of his neck.
“You sleep with your head at the front of the bed, while I sleep with mine at the end.”
“You mean so we can sleep while hugging each other’s legs?”
“You said it, not me.”
Despite all of the pent up frustration, you start laughing.
Once you start, it’s impossible to stop.
Your sides start to ache and you almost choke on your spit.
Jungkook stares at you, confusion all over his face.
“What?”
“It’s just that,” you say, still not being able to produce words correctly, “ It’s weird how they make us go through all of this, and for what? Just so we can film a reality show.”
You shake your head, still smiling.
“Yeah, it is kinda weird now that you mention it,” Jungkook says.
He goes for the suitcase on the ground and takes out his pyjamas.
“I’m gonna go change in another room,” he says. “You can have the room to yourself.”
You nod and go for your own pyjamas.
After he’s left, you start slipping out of your clothes.
You’d decided to take an RJ pyjama set with you. The tiny characters were so cute and you really didn’t care about looking decent even on your sleep.
Then, you hear a knock on the door.
“Come in” , you say and what greets you is Jungkook wearing his own Cooky pajama set. His black hair and pink clothes makes him look conflicting and you can’t help but snort.
“Very funny” ,he mocks you.
He takes his own pillow and puts it at the end of the bed. You take your own and set it at the front.
You both lay down, keeping a respectable distance from each other.
“I can’t believe I’m gonna have to hear you snoring all night,” you say, eyes on the ceiling.
“I don’t snore.”
“Yes you do.”
“Am not.”
“Are to.”
“Am no - Ow!”
You pinch his leg.
“Hyung, don’t make me beat you again.”
His body shakes when he laughs, and he claps his hands together. You turn on your side and are greeted with the sight of his toes right in front of your face.
“Hyung?”
“Yeah?”
“Your feet smell.”
“I showered half an hour ago. It must be your nose.”
You kick him and he laughs again.
“Y/N?”
“If you’re gonna tell me my feet smell, I’ll shove you out of the bed.”
“I was just gonna say good night.”
“Oh. Good night, then.”
You take a deep breath through your nose and try to fall asleep, the hint of a smile still on your lips.
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cutefuntime · 4 years
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What foundation/concealer do you use? Currently I blend two different colors of Wet n Wild PhotoFocus Liquid Foundation together because each bottle was on sale for $2.50 at Target. It smells like paint thinner though. I like it better than most high-end foundations I’ve used.  If I wear concealer (usually I don’t bc looking tired is just a constant reality as a student) it’s either Catrice Liquid Camouflage or Benefit Boing.
What do you think of fake eyelashes? They’re like long fake acrylic nails to me in the sense that if you can wear them, great but I’m not going to because they aren’t practical.
What makeup tools do you use in makeup application? I use the $2 AOA Wonder Blender because it’s the exact same as a beauty blender.
What makeup do you currently wear every day? The foundation I already mentioned, Glossier Boy Brow and Brow Flick, Perricone MD No Makeup Blush, CYO Eyeshadow Palette in Frontwoman,  and then for lipstick I rotate between Clinique Black Honey (I got a sample from a Sephora Play box), Colour Pop Ziggie, and Rouje Paris Signature Lip Palette. I always have Vaseline Lip Therapy Rosy Lips on hand because my lips get chapped from the cold wind.
What do you think of makeup? I didn’t wear it for a long time and have only started because I frequently do presentations and public speaking at school. That being said though I don’t think wearing makeup is a transgressive act and is overall a tool of patriarchal capitalism. At an individual level, I often feel more confident but at a structural level I’m not shaking things up. I know this is controversial to say.
What cosmetic products have you always wanted to try but still haven’t? RMS Beauty’s Eye Polish in Embrace and Westman Atelier Vital Skin Foundation Stick both of which are very expensive. I plan on making my own Colour Pop eyeshadow palette at some point.
How often do you shop for makeup? More than I should I have enough shit already tbh.
Who are your favorite bloggers/vloggers? I really like Matilda’s videos because they are super minimalist and very editorial but my all-time fave (although she’s not really a beauty vlogger) is Dr. Dray who is a licensed dermatologist who mainly makes videos on skincare.
Do you like multifunctional products like lip and cheek stains? If something isn’t multifunctional in some capacity I probably won’t buy it. For example, I don’t really understand highlighter but I do use it as eyeshadow.
Do you subscribe to any beauty boxes? I sporadically get Ipsy bags, I’ve canceled every other box. I used to get Sephora’s box but once they stopped including coupons it wasn’t worthwhile to me anymore.
Favorite recent beauty buy? AOA Velour Mousse Eyeshadow in Lucky Star.
All-time favorite beauty item? Glossier’s Boy Brow and Brow Flick and AOA Wonder Blender.
Any beauty brands you won’t support? Jeffree*, Kat Von D, any Kardashian makeup brand. I’m sure the list will get longer.
I tag @honeydrippingbeehives and any followers who want to do it.
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getitinbusan · 3 years
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I've Got A Coupon (18+) 
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Hobi: Lap Dance   
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Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Breath play/Choking, Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦
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Valentine’s Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?
Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl…
Erotic movie night
Massage with a happy ending
lap dance
Voyeur, look but don’t touch!
Naked Chef, dining al fresco
Trip to the sex shop
Location of your choice!
Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.
Series Masterlist
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9 am: 
Hope: Small dance room 3rd floor. 
Y/N: Please?
Hope: You don't have to beg 😂
Y/N: Do they distribute bad joke books as part of your training here? 
Small dance room? Like you should know which one that is. By the time you opened the 4th door you found Hobi sitting on a chair waiting. 
"Well hello Sunshine."
"Hey," he answered with very little enthusiasm. 
"What's up? Don't you want to do this?" 
"On the contrary, but I'm actually surprised that you do." 
"What do you mean? 
"Last time we hooked up I didn't think it was very pleasant for you." He looked at his phone, "so if you're just doing this so I don't feel left out it's fine." 
You boldly took the phone out of his hand. "On the contrary, I did enjoy myself. I'm totally fine with things getting rough, I just wasn't expecting it. You're always Mr. Sunshine and it was my first time meeting your alter ego. It just threw me for a loop." 
You straddled his lap and tipped back his bucket hat. 
"So who am I going to be playing with today?" 
He laughed, relieved. "Well baby, I have a feeling you're gonna suck really badly at giving me a lap dance." He pulled your hips forward onto his already hard length. "So I thought maybe we could have some private lessons." 
"I like that idea." 
You kissed him wanting to erase any doubts he may have. Of all the boys, you interacted with Hobi the least. It's not to say that he wasn't sexy, he was just intimidating as fuck. 
"So start." 
"Just start? Don't I get music? This isn't very intimate or sexy. Can we turn the lights down?" 
"You know you talk a good game, but I don't think you know what you're doing half the time." 
In a swift motion he grabbed  your ass and rolled you back from the chair onto the floor. His hips did a slow repeated wave, pressing his cock against your mound. His tongue licked from your collar bone up to your jaw and made its way into your eager mouth. "I'm gonna need you to stop talking and just follow my lead."
He got up to turn on music leaving you exasperated on the floor. He dimmed the lights and came back with an extended hand. Reeling you into him, his lips met yours, God he was a good kisser. 
"Is the mood adequately set for you now?" 
You could only nod, his magnetism holding you in awe at how he could turn his sexuality up to 100 with only a glance. 
"Are you alright?" he laughed. 
“Hobi? Why aren't you like this all the time?" 
He shrugged, "They didn't give me the "sexy" persona." 
"Well they made a fucking mistake." 
He smiled, grabbing your hand he gave you a twirl. "You want to come sit on my cock now?" 
You walked him backwards to the chair pulling off his shirt along the way. Giving his baggy track pants a tug his cock sprang free before he sat. 
You're cunt was aching for him, you wanted him now. 
Moving behind the chair you tilted his head back and kissed him. Your hands slid over his shoulders and down his pecks stopping to rub circles around his hard tan nipples. Dropping your dress you came back around swaying your hips in front of him. 
He shook his head and reached out to guide them, "slower, like this." He directed your movements, fingers digging into your flesh. "Not just side to side, you want to go back and forth too."
He let go, "That's a good girl that's better. Now touch yourself."
You pushed your breasts together and rubbed them sensually. He sighed while grabbing your hands and demanded, "Pinch them, make your nipples hard." He placed your fingertips where he wanted them and you clamped them together. "Yeah, that's nice." 
Leaning forward he flicked his tongue across the sensitive buds. First one side, than the other, licking them in turns. "Now  sit on my lap and grind that pretty cunt against my cock." 
You lowered yourself until your folds were pressing against his length.
"Now move."
Your wetness squelched every time his tip dragged across your opening and the ridge of his head kept catching on you clit.
It was long drawn out teasing, his hands and mouth keeping busy on your skin. 
"I think I want more than just a lap dance Hobi, I want to feel you inside me." 
He nodded, not willing to give up your nipple between his lips to answer. 
Raising your hips you grabbed his cock and held it straight up beneath you. You both moaned loudly in unison when you bottomed out.  
He slapped your ass and bit your lip, "Ride my cock baby."
You wanted to provoke him, push him to the place he liked being best. "If you want me to cum you're gonna have to fuck me harder." 
Just as you hoped, his eyes lit on fire with hunger and he thrust as hard into you as he could. Quickly grabbing your hips he rendered you immobile before you could go for another stroke. 
"Isn't my cock enough for your greedy little pussy? You've already been fucked today and you still need more?" 
"If any of you fucked me like you meant it maybe I'd be satisfied." 
Still connected he picked you up.  Carrying you over to the wall of mirrors he loudly slammed your back onto the reflective surface. Stepping back, his cock pulled out of you stiff and covered in your cream. Grabbing your leg, he hooked it over the ballet bar and smirked as he rammed his cock back into you.
"You should be careful what you ask for."  
The mirrors rattled and the wooden bar creaked as he bent his knees and fucked himself up into you. The height, the pressure, the slight curve of his cock all drove you wild as he ground deeply against your clit with every thrust. 
"Fuck Hobi, you fuck so good." 
He stopped again, this time placing the span of his hand on your neck. His lips smashed into yours wet and hot before he pulled away and stared deep into your eyes. 
You nodded, giving him consent before he resumed pummeling into you. The pressure of his fingers on either side of your throat increased slightly. 
"Say your safe word." 
"Mercy," you whispered.
"Good Girl, look at me, don't look away." 
The pleasure was intense as he continued. You were so close, all you could focus on was wave after wave of euphoria hitting you.
"Are you ready?" 
He released his grasp from your neck and held on to the bar behind you leveraging it to stuff you hard and full of cum.
The intense rush of the once restricted blood flow had you seeing stars and crying out as your orgasm ripped through your body. 
He held you up, his release dripping out of you in a warm gush down your legs. 
"You did so good sweetheart." he kissed your forehead. "I think you're my new favorite dance partner." 
Part 4: Jimin - Look but don't touch
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Valentinesversary
Prompt: Nate MacKinnon, sex in his louboutins bc he’s a bougie bitch For: @coltparayko Warnings & Tags: plus-size reader (briefly touches on body issues), nsfw, bougie bitch sex, literally nate mackinnon has a luxury kink, unprotected sex Word Count: 3368
Other Notes: Outfit inspo for this fic here <3 thanks a million to @theainur for beta reading for me!
On the whole, Nate was pretty careful about money. It was endearing to you, really, how he insisted on price-checking the furniture for your shared apartment while the two of you shopped at IKEA, or how he still clipped coupons when he went grocery shopping. You were used to being careful with your money, but Nate was a professional athlete. He didn’t really need to, but yet, he cared about saving his money...
Except when it came to his game-day clothing.
It wasn’t a surprise that hockey players dropped money on bespoke suits for game days, and Nate was no different. From the first time you went to the tailor with him, you could see how much he enjoyed being involved in the process, from picking fabrics to asking about the measurements to accessorizing. You liked seeing the ways his eyes lit up with interest. The guest room closet in your apartment was wholly dedicated to his gameday suits, shirts, ties, and shoes.
Oh, the shoes.
The first time you saw his Louboutins, it was early in the season, at a home game against Minnesota. He’d finished dressing and headed into the kitchen for his pre-game glass of water and a kiss from you, but something was different. You noticed immediately. He was holding himself differently, with more… assertiveness, confidence. You’d seen the suit before, so that hadn’t changed. You inspected the suit, the shirt, the tie, and you couldn’t figure out what had changed until he went on his toes to reach for a glass and you saw the distinctive red bottom of his shoes. You mouth went dry and you mentally calculated if he could leave just a little bit later. It appeared he wasn’t the only one affected by the shoes, then. You kissed him a little deeper before he had to leave, and you were sure you felt him cop a feel before he departed with a cocksure little smirk.
Ever since then you made sure to notice his attitude change when he wore them and you reveled in it. A few months later, his pre-game kiss had even become pre-game trapping you against the doorframe and leaving you breathing heavy with a desperate need for some quality time with one of the toys in your nightstand before you dressed to head to the game yourself. It was that day that your idea was born.
You started saving up your money on the side, being sneaky, careful. The two of you had a shared bank account so you’d get out cash for lunch or shopping or something and put aside the bulk of it in your underwear drawer. By February, your plan was in full-swing. Your anniversary was on the 16th, which was close enough to Valentine’s Day that the two of you usually celebrated both days together (a ‘Valentinesversary’ Nate had called it your first year together and it had stuck). Nate had a home game on the 15th and you suggested the two of you could go out for a late dinner together after the game. He could get back into his game day suit and you’d dress up for the game, so you could leave right from the arena.
At his request, you set out your favourite suit for him on the guest bed: a perfectly cut single-breasted narrow shawl lapel charcoal jacket with matching modern-cut trousers that made his ass look fantastic. You paired it with an off-white linen shirt, and a silk dark green skinny tie with small cream-coloured polka dots and a matching pocket square. You left his Louboutins out next to the suit in a sort of silent declaration of what you’d both been skirting around for months: that the shoes were… well, sexy. They inspired something in the two of you and well… if there was any particular night to celebrate that, it was your anniversary.
When Nate changed and headed into the kitchen, you were still in your robe. He drank his glass of water, then crowded you against the sink for his goodbye kiss. He was definitely on the same page as you, completely forgoing the light brush of the lips in lieu of crowding you against the counter and taking you apart with his lips as his fingers deftly untied your robe. His palm ran across your soft stomach before curling around your hip and holding you against him as he broke the kiss to drag his mouth across your jaw, down to your neck. His lips slid over your skin and you whimpered his name just as he stepped back away from you.
“Tease,” you mumbled sullenly, though your expression softened at his impish grin.
He reached out to squeeze your hand as he grabbed his keys off the counter next to you. “See you after the game, Y/N,” he said, giving you one last, light kiss on the cheek. “Happy Valentinesversary.”
As soon as he left, you went into full-get-ready-mode. You already had everything hidden in the back of your half of the walk-in master closet. You had treated yourself to a spa day the day before to get exfoliated and waxed in all the necessary places, and Gabe’s fiancée, Mel, was due to arrive any moment to help you with your hair and makeup. You slid off your robe and changed into your favourite (and most supportive) lingerie set before sliding on the sleeveless navy dress you’d gotten a few months ago. It settled nicely over your curves, something you might have been too hesitant to wear it before, but Nate had been really good for you. He loved your curves, and the way he genuinely reacted when you showed them off rather than hid them had done a lot for your self-confidence since the two of you started dating. The dress hit you just above the knees, teasing just the right amount of your thick thighs that you knew drove Nate wild. You got out your slouchy white cardigan to keep the dress a little casual for the game and keep you warm when you were outside. While you waited for Mel to arrive, you got out the special ‘gift’ you’d been saving for for months. The brown box with white writing was on the center of your bed, ready for the evening you’d planned.
Mel arrived, expertly helping with your hair and makeup so it could be done a lot faster than if it had just been you. She was a wonderful, supportive friend. You were hesitant at first, when you started seeing Nate. You didn’t look like the other partners of the guys on the team, but the group was so warm, so supportive, and you didn’t ever once feel out of place with them. You were grateful for their friendship, and it was nice having a support system of people who knew what it was like to date someone who was away so often.
Mel finished the last of the curls at the back of your head before you realized the two of you should head out soon.
“Can I see them?” Mel said, nodding to the box. She was the only one privy to your plan and the “Louboutin Saga” as she called it.
You got the shoes off, handing her one to appreciate while you got the other one on your foot. They were white patent leather strappy stiletto heels, higher than you normally wore, but you’d tried them on a few times to get your feet used to them. Walking was a challenge, but not impossible and luckily, it hadn’t snowed lately so you wouldn’t have to worry about slipping and falling.
“They’re gorgeous, Y/N,” Mel said, handing you the other shoe so you could put it on. “He’s gonna love it.”
“I hope so. I’ll keep you updated after the game,” you laughed as the two of you headed out.
Mel laughed as the two of you got into her car. “Not if everything goes according to plan. I won’t hear a peep out of you until at least tomorrow while you’re recovering.”
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The game went well, the Avs winning a decisive 5-2 victory. Nate had the game winning goal, as well as an assist on Barrie’s empty-net goal. You were sure he’d have some media to handle in the locker room, and luckily you’d come prepared with your spare key to his car so you could sit in the warmth of his heated seats while you waited for him. You’d lost some time catching up on instagram when the driver’s side door opened and Nate slid in, back in his suit, his hair still wet from his post-game shower, and his smile wide and lighting up his whole face.
“Enjoy the game?” he asked before leaning across the center console to give you a gentle kiss.
You nodded, smiling against his lips. “You looked great out there,” you hummed. “I’m proud of you.”
Three years with Nate and his cheeks still flushed pink when you told him you were proud of him. It was sweet.
When you arrived at the restaurant, a nice Italian place you’d been going to on special occasions since you met, Nate stepped out and handed his keys to the valet before coming around to your side to help you out of the car. You purposely flashed him the red from the bottom of your new Louboutin shoes and smiled to yourself as he froze, looking as though he was choking on air.
“Happy Valentinesversary,” you quipped, smirking at him as he finally took in the rest of your outfit, looking like he wanted to devour you there and then.
“I-” he started, opening and closing his mouth a few times before seemingly realizing that words weren’t going to come to him easily anytime soon. He quietly offered his arm to you, then helped you out of your cardigan when you got inside. He ran his palms up and down your bare arms as the maître d’ looked up your reservation. “You look…. Wow…” he murmured in your ear, nuzzling against you for a moment before the two of you followed the host to your table.
Dinner was as incredible as always. You were always a fan of anything they did, so you never minded trying whatever the chef’s special was. This time it was a duck confit and ricotta gnocchi with grilled beef tenderloin over roasted asparagus in a honey truffle glaze. You never wavered on your dessert preferences, though. Their crème brûlée was, quite frankly, dessert porn. And the way Nate blushed all the way down to his neck when you moaned at the first bite was certainly an added perk.
Nate’s hand was resting low on your back, just above the curve of your ass as you waited for the valet. His gaze was still heated and you were starting to shift with anticipation for the through dicking down you knew you were going to get when you got home. It was always so easy for you to read Nate’s face, and for him to read yours. It was, you thought, one of the things that made your relationship so strong. You could always communicate with each other, but sometimes you didn’t need words. The two of you knew each other so well.
As he drove home, you took your time looking at him, the way his thighs barely fit the trousers, the way his hand curled around the gear shift, and at one particularly well-lit stoplight, you found yourself wondering the safety ramifications of sucking him off as he drove.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to make it home,” Nate’s amused voice broke you from your thoughts as they grew more and more indecent.
Your eyes found his just before the light turned green and you grinned. “Better get home fast then,” you replied. “I’m feeling very impatient.”
“Me too,” Nate replied, lifting his hand from the gear shift to your thigh, sliding up and squeezing before he had to change gears again.
You shifted in your seat until he finally turned into the parking at your apartment building. You got out before he’d even turned the car off, impatiently digging your key out of your purse so you could get in the door as fast as possible. Nate wasn’t far behind and as soon as your apartment door was shut behind you, Nate backed you against it and kissed you breathless, his hands finally exploring your body the way you’d both wanted him to do all damn night. You pushed your cardigan off while he’d worked your dress up around your waist. You started to toe off your heels but his hand tightened around your hip.
“No,” he said, his voice hitching. “Leave ‘em on.”
You grinned as you helped him pull your dress over her head. He mutely stared at your lingerie while you answered him. “Only if you leave yours on, too.”
He nodded dumbly, sliding his coat off and folding it over a chair before unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up his arms. You stared, mouth watering. He knew how much you were enjoying this. You didn’t have time to talk yourself into pushing away from the door, because it was just a few more seconds and he had his hand on one of your thighs, guiding your leg around his waist, and his other hand was pushing your panties to the side to plunge two fingers into you. You started to whimper his name but he swallowed it with another kiss as he felt just how soaked you were for him. You rolled your hips up against his hand, wanting more friction, more movement, more something.
“God, Y/N,” Nate murmured, watching his fingers slide in and out of you. “The minute you got out of my car I wanted to fuck you right there on the hood. Those shoes. Fuck. I wanna buy you twenty more pairs, those red bottoms look so fucking good on you.”
You tugged him close again by his tie, digging your stiletto heel into his backside. “Got ‘em for you, babe,” you murmured before capturing his lips again, whimpering as his thumb found your clit, circling lightly.
He took his time, fucking you with his hand, but you were quick to get impatient and eventually you grabbed his wrist, curling it around the metal of his watch and tugging up till the two fingers he’d had inside you were rubbing in fast circles around your clit, bringing you off fast. He knew what made you tick and a quick orgasm before he fucked you sounded perfect. You came in a fast, sudden wave, your head falling back against the door.
“Fuck me, Nate. Now,” you whined, fisting your hand in his hair and bringing him into another kiss.
“Here?” he asked between kisses, and you nodded.
His wide hands explored your lace-covered breasts while you worked open his pants, freeing his dick and stroking it a few times before pouting up at him until he hooked an arm under your thigh and guided himself into you, stretching you and filling you and it felt like you were calling out his name in breathy little moans each time his hips snapped against yours, fucking you into the door.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Nate said, reaching down to get your other leg off the floor. He didn’t do this often, you always worried about your weight, but he’d made it clear that he didn’t care and loved fucking you while holding you up against the wall. The angle he was fucking you at changed as you curled your other leg around him, digging your heels into him as he held you up with two strong hands under your ass.
You steadied yourself with one arm over his shoulders but the other hand was free to slide from where it had been playing with his silk tie up to curl your fingers into his hair, tugging hard as he sped up. His pants finally shifted and fell the rest of the way down his legs, over his shoes.
The linen of his shirt was getting damp with his sweat as he fucked you harder, to the point where you couldn’t even form his name, let alone any other words. So, when he asked you if he could come inside of you, all you could do was nod and dig your shoes into his ass with encouragement. His hips stuttered and his head fell back as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum and just holding you there against the door while the both of you caught your breath. His softening cock shifted inside of you as he toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxer-briefs. You tried to bring your feet to the floor, but he tightened his hands to keep your legs wrapped around him as he walked you, still filling you with his cock, to your bedroom.
After depositing you on the bed, he finally peeled your panties down your legs, still leaving your shoes on. He knelt on the bed, bringing your heeled foot to him and pressing a kiss to the inside of your ankle, then slowly working his way up your leg with a series of kisses, bites, and nibbles up to your thigh, where he sucked a hard bruise before you felt the hot air of his breath against your pussy. His thumb worked slow circles over your clit while he licked his cum out of you, moaning into your cunt the way you moaned around your dessert that night. He ate you out with a sort of enthusiasm that you knew his face would be covered in your juices.
“Fuck, Nate,” you cried as he moved back to take a deep breath, letting his stubble scrape obscenely over your thigh and your legs actually spasmed around his head. “Jesus…”
He chuckled before diving back into you, pressing his face so hard against you that you’d felt his tongue spear deeper into you deeper than he ever had before and when his nose bumped your clit, your orgasm took you completely by surprise. So much so that you cried out loud, unable to control your volume. You were pretty sure you blacked out or your soul left your body or something, because when you came to, you were breathing heavy, and Nate was kneeling over you, his knees on either side of your stomach. His face was soaked and he was already hard again. He grinned wide as he opened a wide, flat, distinctively blue box.
“Happy Valentinesversary,” he said, taking out a long, double stranded necklace. The silver chain was dotted with diamonds, pearls, and turquoise. It was beautiful. He reached down to gently lift your head and slide the necklace on you, looking appreciatively as it settled between your lace-clad breasts. You reached out to stroke him and he took your hand and kissed it. “I got it, babe.”
You tiredly hummed your agreement and ran your nails lightly up and down his thighs as he jerked off over you. As he got close, he aimed his cock at your chest, ribbons of white falling over your lingerie and your new gift.
“Did you really buy me a Tiffany necklace just to cum on it?” you teased, running your hand through Nate’s hair as he caught his breath.
He shrugged, giving you a sex-dopey smile and your breath caught in your throat. You loved him so much.
“In my defense, it looks really, really good on you,” he chuckled, near-collapsing on top of you and nuzzling against the side of your neck. He was making a huge mess and you didn’t much care. “So do the shoes.”
“You cum on these shoes and I swear to god you’re sleeping on the couch,” you laughed in response.
“I’ll buy you more.”
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BEAUTY HAUL! Something I just found out very recently-Target gives out beauty samples! Each month they receive new samples that Target beauty employees are able to give out to customers in the cosmetics section of the store. Definitely ask a beauty employee about it next time you’re in store if you are interested! Everything pictured here was a free beauty sample I received, except the Nexxus shampoo, the Garnier face mask, and the Wet n Wild lip color. Nexxus shampoo was $.99. Nexxus color care products were 50% off at Target stores yesterday, plus I had a $5 manufacturer coupon to sweeten the deal. The Garnier face mask was only $.74, regularly $2.99. The Wet n Wild was free at Walgreens with a Walgreens store coupon.
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