addicted to his hands

P.O.V (Christian Yu AMBW Smut)

This is for my friend @silhouetted-beauty I hope you enjoy it~ as well as the rest of my lovely followers. 

“C-Christian!” You cried out looking up at the male, tears of pleasure raking down your face as he shined the camera onto you, his length brushing into your abused pussy once again. He groaned watching you pull on the rope that bound your wrist together above your head. Your chocolate body covered with sweat, your hair plastered everywhere and the lust that was full blown in your pupils as you watched him. He pushed until he was fully buried inside of you.

“Come on be a big girl and take all of me. You’ve been doing well so far.” The way he spoke it to you, in that accent of his with a crooked cocky smirk had you ready to cum again. Nodding your head, you licked over your parted lips letting him bend one of your legs bad, the camera slowly tilting down to roam over your body, he wanted to capture every moment with you, watching through the lens as he slipped outside of your pussy, some of his cum escape your insides again as he pushed back inside of you causing you both to groan out in pleasure.

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How it happened was simple, but then again nothing was too complicated when it came to the both of you. Christian came inside of your shared bedroom, plopping down next to you on the sheets he looked over to see you on your tablet swiping through the candy crush game. He waited a bit hoping that you would take notice that he was there, but when you didn’t, he became needy for your attention. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing on the skin there before trailing his lips towards your shoulder causing you to laugh.

“Christian. Don’t you know how hard this level is.” You huffed slightly trying to squirm away from him as your fingers continued to glide across the screen. You had been stuck on this level for weeks now and it seemed you were going to win but he kept fucking with you kissing on the spots he knew would make you wet in a matter of seconds.

“I love that you always play so hard to get, when we both know you’ll be under me begging me not to stop.” He teased kissing down your exposed arm towards your wrist.

“That’s the damn problem!” You insisted maneuvering away from his advance to jump off the bed. Your large shirt coming to rest past your ass, because you were too lazy to put on clothes half the time, at this moment you were shocked that you had on panties because even undergarments were a hassle. Christian chuckled watching you scurry away from him, moving to walk into the front room of the condo with a smile on his lips. He laid back on his bed looking up at the mirror pouting as he looked at his reflection, his wild curls falling everywhere.

“I’m so jealous of you.” He spoke to the mirror. “You get to see her beauty while I’m away and she never fights you off.” He almost whined like a child.

“That’s because the mirror can’t harm me.” You muttered under your breath going to drape your body across the couch. It took you a good twenty minutes before you were jumping up and shouting with joy at the fact that you beat the level. Christian who had been staring out the window drifting off to sleep stood up and treaded towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist after he did a quick check out of your body.

“I’m so proud of my jagi.” He cooed in a deep voice that was becoming raspy due to the mood he was in.

“I’m proud of me too. Hard work pays off.” You stuck out your tongue but gave in this time letting him pull you down onto his lap on the couch. He chuckled softly as he kissed your cheeks.

“Yeah being a game addict sure pays off.” He rolled his eyes tickling your sides.

“Hey! HEY! Would you rather I be addicted to someone else?!” You questioned as you gripped at his hands, he chuckled moving to lay you down onto the couch looking down at you.

“I would rather you were addicted to me.” He frowned leaning down to press soft kisses against your lips, cupping your cheeks gently.

“Mmm, getting addicted to you means that I will never let you go.” You wrinkled your nose slightly and he leaned forward to bite onto your jaw humming.

“Baby, I will take you to work with me no problem but don’t act like that’s a reason. You don’t like how weak I make you.” He gripped your chin, looking up at you with a smile. Your insides churned because he was right, but you didn’t like admitting that he had that much power over you with his cute kissable lips, and defined muscles littered with tattoos. Huffing slightly, you nodded agreeing with him but not saying the words. He only laughed louder, peppering your face with kisses before he pulled back.

“So, I’ve been thinking..” He started and you just stare at him.

“What now oh dear love of mine?” You asked in a teasing tone lifting an eyebrow, he chuckled at your teasing nature, playing in your hair.

“Well, I want to shoot a video.” He said and you didn’t know why but your just let little strings of giggles slip past your lips as you watched him until he went quiet not saying anything.

“Baby, forgive me for laughing but don’t you do that always? You just shoot two videos this week.” You brought your hand up to play in his hair as well.

“That’s not what I mean love. I want to film you.” He stated with a cocky smirk.

“I don’t sing or dance. I pole dance but that’s it.” You shrugged lightly not liking the fact that he was still smirking at you. “What!!” You asked again trying to sit up but he pulled you back down.

“I mean, okay. I want to film you. Film us while we are having sex, I want to capture it all.” He bit on your bottom lip tugging it softly.

“What- oh hell no! What if it gets leaked? What if someone breaks in and steals it and leaks it? What if you play it around your boys and they take pictures!” You were beyond anxious about what he had said to you. And hating the fact that your pussy was slightly becoming dampened from the idea of him filming the both of you.

“Hey, calm down. Baby you know that I wouldn’t leak my work, whatever happens DPR and I both go down. That’s my group too and I can’t risk that. I won’t say that I wouldn’t use a piece like maybe you on my lap but they wouldn’t be able to see your face. And if you didn’t want them to see at all they won’t see. I don’t want them needing an excuse to try and take you from me anyways. Who the hell is going to get passed Lori? She is sweet but she will be aggressive when necessary. Just like her mommy.” He cooed burying his face in your neck with a sigh. “Please baby? Please y/n. I won’t show anyone I promise, I just want to capture shit I don’t get to see when I’m so wrapped up in you. And who knows we may laugh at it. Don’t you want to see the faces we make? If the sex is as good as we think it is? You could even show me what I need to improve on.” He urged slightly pressing more kisses on your neck. You thought about it, sighing as you looked up to the ceiling. It wouldn’t hurt to try it, Christian had sometimes pissed you off but he never did anything to make you mad. You chewed on your bottom lip, looking back at him you thought for a few long minutes while he kissed on your skin. He did have a lot of shit at stake, maybe even more than you since he was the one in the limelight.

“I will seriously consider breaking up with you if you let this get out.” You promised silently grabbing his chin making him look you in the eyes to know you were telling the truth. He nodded looking at you in your eyes.

“I won’t ever hurt you baby. I promise.” You nodded your head leaning close to press your lips against his softly causing him to release a groan as he kissed you back, he moved to pull back from you and lift you up in his arms carrying your body bridal style into the room. He dropped you down onto the bed moving to grab at his video camera, turning it on letting it slowly load.

Once he had it ready he hit record placing the camera on the bed facing you. Christian watched you as he went to his computer hitting play on the ‘Movie Shoot’ song he directed with Loco and DPR Live. You laughed softly feeling your cheeks heat up as well as a rise in your heart rate. You were so nervous and he wasn’t making it any better. He walked to the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his dark blue shirt slowly letting it slide off his body. Your eyes were greedy taking in the sight before him, how he was toned and defined. Your eyes changed quickly, your teeth tucking your bottom lip between them as you watched him. He chuckled as his hands moved down to grip at his pants undoing them and pushing them down he stepped out leaving his boxers on. He reached under the bed to grab at the red bondage rope that you liked to play with sometimes. He crawled on the bed, kissing up your legs slowly switching sides as his warm large hands came to part your smooth thighs. He flicked his tongue against your panties smirking at how your hips twitched lightly. He bit onto the fabric causing you to release a shaky moan, your hands moving to comb through his hair. You watched him grip at your shirt and push it up your body until you were helping him pull it off, and throw it across the room. Your bare chest on display for him, one of your pierced nipples already puckered and past hard. He leaned down to kiss at it, your head tilting slightly because you loved feeling his lips on your skin.

He moved to let you straddle him, kissing you deeply, as your hands trailed up and down his built body over the taught muscles and ink under your fingertips. You broke the kiss to run you tongue across his neck and his adams apple going to his chest to lick across the ink. He groaned slightly as your lips continued to kiss and guide your tongue against every ounce of his tattoos that you could find. Your hips were pushing down against his, a slow grinding session between the two of you. He gripped at your hair yanking your head back so that he could suck on your skin, his hand gripping at your hips to push you down. Once he felt he was becoming too needy he flipped you over staring down at you.

“Hands up baby.” He instructed and you nodded your head, placing your hands up above your head against the headboard. He used the red rope to bind your wrist and lope around to tie it sturdily against the headboard, you looked up at the bow he knitted, seeing that you were stuck in place you made up your mind to just enjoy it. Christian leaned close kissing your lips gently, he nibbled on your bottom lip as the two of you made out, taking the kiss slow at first and let it build up to become more heated and needy. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands moved to grope at your breast, flicking his fingers against your nipples, your back arched as you moaned out, opening your mouth you let him dominate the kiss. Swirling his tongue around yours, pulling it into his mouth he nibbled on it gently pulling back with a wet pop. He kissed down your body burying his face into your neck to suck hickeys onto your skin, letting his mouth roam over all of your spot, trying to earn those sweet needy moans from your lips. Soon he was cupping your breast together letting his tongue press against the hardened buds wrapping his lips around them to give harsh sucks, he bit down lightly onto your skin, watching as your body arched and you couldn’t contain the little whimpers that left your lips as he pleased you. He let his lips trail down your body, licking and nipping around your belly button. He watched you through his wild hair that fell into his eyes, he gripped at your panties pulling them down your thighs, he let them fly across his room to join your shirt. He moved to grab at your favorite vibrator using his arms to press your legs down against the bed, he puckered his lips to blow air onto your pussy causing you to inhale sharply fisting your hands. You nodded your head telling him to continue, he gripped at the camera pulling it close to the both of you, he leaned his head down dipping his tongue inside of you slowly, he pushed it deep until he couldn’t push anymore flicking it inside of you. He moaned against your heat, thrusting his tongue in and out, curving it he searched for your spot swirling his tongue around your dripping pussy. He let his lips wrap around your pussy sucking on it, pulling his tongue from your entrance and he flicked it up and down your slit before he wrapped it around your clit, sucking harshly at it, he gripped at the camera moving it to stare at your face instead of him, he smirked happy to capture your reactions. Your hands twisting in the rope and your back arching as you looked down at him. Your thighs tried to shut, but he wasn’t having it, he nipped on your pussy lips, pulling them with his teeth. He pulled back to turn on your vibrator pressing the head against your clit, he watched as you let out a cry of pleasure, your bottom lip quivering. He moved it up and down slowly, leaning down to flick his tongue against your entrance groaning as he kissed on your pussy trying to pleasure you. He grabbed the camera placing it on his chest to film you, biting on his bottom lip he watched you as he switched the knob to medium speeding up his arm motions to make the vibrator press harder against your clit. He only kept the camera up for a bit before he was placing it back down on the bed, he moved it back to focus on both of you, slipping two fingers inside of you, he plunged them in and out of your hole, twisting them slightly he groaned watching you buck your hips up. Your pussy squeezed around his fingers, you could feel all the wetness slide out of you and onto the mattress and his fingers. Your mouth dropped open as you lay there against the headboard tugging harder on the rope throwing your head back. He made you feel so good, his fingers were thick and they stretched you out in the most delicious ways.

He made sure to always bury himself knuckles deep, making sure he was stretching you out. He let his finger slip inside of your ass giving you a shocker, feeling both of your holes up as his hand started to move faster inside of you.

“Christian please!” You shouted out, already feeling needy and ready for the foreplay to end.

“Be good.” He stated licking over his bottom lip, it was killing him too, you could see the tint in his pants but he was always focused on taking care of you. Thrusting his hand at a particular angle he hit your spot causing you to cry out.

“Like that?” He asked and you nodded your head. “Do you like that baby doll? Do you like how daddy feels both of your holes?” He questioned earning slight whimpers of yeah from your lips.

“This fucking pretty pussy takes it so well. I love your pussy so much baby.” He groaned leaning turning the vibrations on high, your hips sputtered and you felt your body react. Tightening up you released a cry of pleasure, as your orgasm swept through your body. He didn’t stop, releasing a slight growl he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your rapidly, he watched as your body writhed under him, legs thrashing as you tried to get a reprieve. Your stomach tightened up again, your walls were clamping down on his fingers, he smirked letting his arms surge forward, his biceps were coming on display the veins in his muscles became on display. Your head rolled to the side, crying out his name as your orgasm rippled through you again, not only cumming but you were squirting as well getting his forearm wet as well as the sheets under you. Only then did he remove his fingers away from your pussy to suck on them as well as the one inside of your ass. He smirked down at you as he cleaned up his limbs flicking his tongue across your body lip. He moved off the bed, pushing his boxers down until they were at his ankles he stepped out of them, crawling back on the bed, he knocked your legs wide with his own, he gripped at his camera moving to press his cock against your entrance. He smirked as he looked down at you. “Come on, fuck yourself on me, you can push down on it.” He was stern and playful at the same time.

You pushed down on him, groaning as he entered inside of you. You pushed your hips down until you were burying him inside of you, with his help of course. Once he was inside of you, you pulled your hips back as much as you could before pushing your hips down, whining in frustration because he was living in this moment, letting the camera looking at your body bouncing on his member as he groaned, his eyes going up to your breast watching them bounce as well. He groaned shutting his eyes trying to let you do all the work but he just couldn’t leave you alone he had to have more of you. Christian gripped your hip with one hand, he started to slam inside of you causing you to scream out, your wrists were becoming raw from how you tried to move, but you loved the bite you just knew he would yell at you for harming yourself. Christian leaned down to press his forehead against yours, pressing the video camera down on the bed he used both of his hands to grip at your hips as he pulled you down onto him. You were in complete bliss, your stomach tightened harshly as you felt your orgasm approach again. You were sensitive and you felt like the sensitivity was going to make you cry.

“Christian- I’m close I can’t cum anymore.” You whimpered out screwing your eyes shut. He moved his arm to press his fingers against your clit rubbing it harshly. He was winding his hips against yours. You slowly opened your eyes to look up at him puckering your lips for a kiss, he leaned down to give it to you as your orgasm swept through your body once again, this time Christian came with you filling you to the brim as he let it held you close to his body. He groaned feeling your essence on his cock, pulling back slowly from you he watched as you shuddered and tried to calm down. He let you breathe for a few seconds, sweat sticking to his forehead, he moved to bend down pressing kisses along the curve of your hips biting into your ass cheek. Grabbing the camera, he tilted it up to the mirror, holding it there he pushed inside of you again slowly.

“C-Christian!” You cried out looking up at the male, tears of pleasure raking down your face as he shined the camera onto you, his length brushing into your abused pussy once again. He groaned watching you pull on the rope that bound your wrist together above your head. Your chocolate body covered with sweat, your hair plastered everywhere and the lust that was full blown in your pupils as you watched him. He pushed until he was fully buried inside of you.

“Come on be a big girl and take all of me. You’ve been doing well so far.” The way he spoke it to you, in that accent of his with a crooked cocky smirk had you ready to cum again. Nodding your head, you licked over your parted lips letting him bend one of your legs bad, the camera slowly tilting down to roam over your body, he wanted to capture every moment with you, watching through the lens as he slipped outside of your pussy, some of his cum escape your insides again as he pushed back inside of you causing you both to groan out in pleasure.

Christian moved slowly, in and out of you husky groans slipping past his lips as he watched himself continuing to slide inside of you. He put the camera down for the last time, he kissed up your body until his arms were wrapping around your waist and he was grinding deep inside of you. He kept it slow, letting your hips brush against each other as he buried himself with each stroke. He groaned against your warm skin, feeling his cock pulse with release but he was intent on getting you off first. His hands gripped at your ass cheeks, one finger pressing against the puckered entrance while your lips met once again. He was riding you, his hips brushing against your sensitive clit, your hands balled into fists as your pussy wrapped around cock. This round was the longest but cumming so many times back to back wasn’t easy on your body since you didn’t always go this many rounds.

You moaned for him, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist letting the heels of your foot press against his lower back. He kept thrusting, erratically and picking up the speed as he became needier. With three more strokes, he had you full out sobbing as you released for him, your hips pushing back but his hands pulled you back forward, his cock pushing so dep it hit your cervix. He spilled his cum inside of you one last time, pausing his hips as he broke the kiss to get a breath of air. Your eyes searched each other and he gave you a lazy smile pressing kisses all over your face.

“Thank you, baby.” He said sincerely nuzzling your noses together, pulling out of you he reached up to undo your wrists, turning off his camera he moved it back to his dresser, he moved to lay back beside you pulling your drained body against his playing in your hair.

“We are watching it later.” You huffed and he nodded kissing your forehead.

“Anything to keep you off candy crush.” He teased with a bright smile.

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Im Jaebumx Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Genre: Thigh Riding Smut

Summary: Jaebum had been thinking about a certain kink all day long, even when he shouldn’t have been

Author’s Note: Send all the holy water y’all have, and drink some yourself. We all need jesus.
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Withdrawal

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | YOONGI VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K

Yoongi had been your brother’s supplier for years, you were familiar with his name and reputation but never cared enough to meet the man who was indirectly tearing your family apart. That was until your brother got himself into trouble, real trouble, and you found yourself on Yoongi’s doorstep with a very tempting offer. If he cleared your brother’s debts he would get the one thing he never even knew he wanted.

You.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!yoongi + sub!reader, spanking, substance abuse, physical violence, family issues, threatened non-con & strong language

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Crush (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.

Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out, basically it’s nothing, slight angst

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

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“We have to–”

“No!”

Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn’t, like Jason’s judgment was not good enough to be considered.

“He will escape!”

“You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!”

This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason’s throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.

You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.
You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn’t understand how Bruce didn’t notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.

Jason’s jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.
Alone in death. Alone in life.
Would they even notice if he’d die, again.
Probably not.

“No one wants to go after him?!” You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. “You’re an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you.” And with that you followed Jason.

You thought Jason was funny, you didn’t know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.
This was anger and fear.
Anger about Bruce’s behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.
And you never wanted to witness that.

Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. “Jason, stop!” You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. “STOP!” You knew he wouldn’t make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.

You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.
You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.
Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.

You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.

You scoffed. “With me? You were jumping… jump– jumping into death!” You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn’t, right? He wouldn’t just want to die again?

“And?” Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. “My decision.”

“Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again.” You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.

“I don’t have to talk to you,” he said angrily and got up.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for being the only one coming after me.” You mimicked his voice before talking in your own tone. “No biggie, Jason. Bruce was a real dick. I really like you and if you ever need company just give me a ring. You are not alone, dude.”

He was stopping right at the edge of the window and his head turned slightly.
You wondered if he was crying under the helmet.

“You’re a good liar.”

“You are bad at spotting lies then, because non of this was a lie.”

He stomped past you. His lethal body now towering over you, making your heart race. You wanted to see his eyes so bad in this moment.

“You hate me just as much as everyone else does, don’t pretend.” He hissed.

You laughed inauthentic, almost sarcastically. “That’s what you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so desperate for approval.”

Now he was the one laughing inauthentic, almost sarcastically.
You were standing there, daring at each other as if at any second you would kill one another.

You were the first to move, taking a deep breath.
Jason watched your face soften and body relax almost as if he had defeated you and it didn’t make sense to him.

“I don’t hate you, Jason. I hate that I like you.” You paused. “Like in like like. I’m not good with feelings, you know.” You shrugged.

He tore his helmet off his face. His brows were pulled into a tight frown. His eyes made your insides tingle, but they were so full of question. “What?”

“Yeah.” You raised your hands innocently. “C'mon, don’t tell me your self-esteem is so damaged you don’t believe someone has a crush on you.”

He didn’t even blink.

You got more serious now. “I mean, that’s not why I ran after you. Bru–”

His lips shut you up. Soft, warm lips moved against yours, sweet and tenderly asking for permission. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder to your neck and the other one had took a hold of your chin, tugging it up slightly.
You straightened up and stepped towards him. You pulled him closer by his leather jacket before your hand dipped into his dark hair and wrapped around the hot skin of his neck.
The ground underneath your feet shook so blissfully, making both your knees weak.

Each others lips were the best things you two have ever tasted, sweeter than honey and you wanted more; you couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s lips were making your head spin and yours made him forget about all the shit floating in his head for once.
It was an instant addiction. You craved more from one another.

His hands travelled down your sides, slowly, leaving your skin warm and charged with electricity that made you shiver.
All this stupid body amour in the way.
You jump and wrapped your legs around him. Jason carried you to one of the desk that were standing around. The shattered glass creaked underneath his boots.

You trailed kisses along his jawline. Tiny gasps sneaked over his lips as you bit the skin on his neck just so lightly.
It sounded more melodic than music to you.
Jason tugged on your hair. You breathed in sharply and found his eyes which gleamed with passion and lust, seeming three shades darker.

He laid his forehead to yours while his hands held your thighs, rubbing tiny patterns. “Not here.” He whispered, breathing heavily. “We deserve better.” He looked around and a small grin tugged on his lips.

You nodded and he leaned back in, kissing you for some more moment before grabbing his helmet and putting it on. It was so hard to pull away, to not rip each others amour off right there.

You two stood at the edge now, trying to figure out where you were.
He was holding your hand almost as if he was scared you’d vanish or be ripped away from him if he didn’t.

“I think my apartment is close,” he said. “But this hotel is closer. I mean, would be quite funny to just walk in as (Y/A) and Red Hood.” He shrugged. “I already see the article in Gotham Gossip.” His eyes scrutinized your face and he smiled seeing how flushed you were.
He didn’t feel alone.

“That be a real punch in the face for them. They always try to make me and Dick work.” You picked your grappling gun up, handing it to him.

“I don’t ship that.” He pulled you close and aimed at the nearest roof. You laughed while being dragged through the air. He let go of you as your feet touched the roof and you ran jumping to another one as a voice echoed in your ears.

“Red Hood, (Y/A), you copy?”

Jason stopped and you crashed into him. He kept his hands around you. You shook your head, looking up at the red helmet.

“We can’t just– I didn’t know you were so bitter, (Y/N).” The smirk on his lips was audible.

“I’m not bitter, I just have a million other things on my mind now and every single one is you.”

“I– Same, but we have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smile warmly. “You’re too pure, Jason.”

“We–” He was searching for the right words, how to phrase what he wanted to say best. “We have time, right?”

You get on your tiptoes and kiss the helmet where his mouth was supposed to be. This wasn’t just lust. There was so much more beneath the lust and longing. “Right,” you said, smiling foolishly.

“We copy, Batman. Sup?”

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While writing this, this scenario of someone trying to hug Jason and his chest taser is still on, popped up in my mind and made me laugh real hard.
Also, I guess I’ll do a part two. » part two is up

Voicemail

Dean/Cas; post s12 finale, angst, 1K, G. Canon character death. Read on AO3.

Dean develops a brand new coping mechanism.

It’s not like Sam says “you should keep busy” out loud. But his long, lingering, puppy-dog looks and the bunch of cases piled up on Dean’s table pretty much say everything for him already. Print-outs, cut-outs, scattered letters that used to make sense at some point. Two people torn to shreds here, a person drained of all their blood there, evil going bump in the night.

The times when Dean can’t stop thinking about the people that the vics inevitably left behind are the worst.

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The Little Things

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff and Feels, no dialogue

Word Count: 803

A/N: I saw a gif set the other day that show all the little ways that Dean says and shows that he loves those around him. It inspired this. It’s so Dean and I’m so in love with this little quick piece. Hope you love it as much as I do. 

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Malfoy has a hickey

Harry shuffles some papers around the desk. He folds some parchment into neat squares. He lines his textbook up with the table edge. He checks the stash of ink bottles in his bag. He ruffles and then straightens the feather of his quill. He engraves circles into his textbook with his wand. He flicks his hair away from his eyes. He kicks the table leg. He pops his knuckles.

Ron finally raises his head, and a questioning eyebrow, annoyed, and fed up of his friend’s fussing. Harry just shakes his head. He can’t concentrate. He is sorry for being so twitchy. But he can’t help it. And it’s all Malfoy’s fault.

They must have gotten carried away last night. They met in the Astronomy Tower. Midnight, sharp. Just like they do most nights. They stayed there for some time. No insults were hurled, no wands were drawn, no skin was tarnished. Well…

Draco is sitting prettily at his desk, (he always looks pretty), in the middle of Transfigurations, with a rather large, rosy-red bruise on his neck. On the left, close to his ear. It’s right below that adorable mole. 

Harry can’t stop himself from looking. He doesn’t want to stop himself from looking. But every time he glances in that direction he has to grind his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut tightly. He can hardly believe it. He doesn’t believe it. Malfoy always spells away his hickeys.

Harry loves giving hickeys. (Hickey - what a hideous word). Almost as much as he loves receiving them. But Malfoy spells them away, always. Harry likes to make sure Draco hides one, lower down, on Harry’s collarbone. Just so that he can walk about, knowing it is there, a constant reminder that Draco is his, that he is Draco’s. That this is real. Draco doesn’t leave any hickeys on his own skin, no matter how much Harry would like him to. Maybe it’s because Harry wants him to. But Harry couldn’t ask him to leave one, to stop spelling them away. He couldn’t explain to Draco why he likes it so much, why he likes hickeys so damn much, (or why he likes Draco so much!) He can’t even explain it to himself. Nobody likes hickeys. Harry accepts that, he knows that he’s the weird one, it’s not unusual. Malfoy always spells them away.

But today, today he has left it there, on show, for the entire school to see. For Harry to see.

Harry looks up again, he can’t stop it. His boyfriend, (not yet), is staring at their professor. He’s tilting his head to the side, as if he’s interested in what McGonagall is saying. Harry knows him better. He knows Draco couldn’t give two shits about Transfiguration. And he knows Draco is trying to drive him crazy. And he knows that Draco knows he is succeeding.

The sunlight makes Draco’s pale skin seem almost translucent, and the mark contrasts harshly against the creamy surface. It’s so fucking obvious. If anyone were to just look at him now, just glance at him, just for a second, they would see it. Notice it. There’s basically a sign above Draco’s head - ‘I’m snogging Potter! Harry licks his lips and imagines it’s the smooth skin of Draco’s throat that he’s tasting. Why does he have to be such a git?

Harry tries to catch Draco’s eye. Tries to glare into those misty pools of silver. Tries to communicate his discomfort, his concern. But the teasing Slytherin purposely avoids his gaze, pretending to be engrossed with Parkinson’s split ends. Harry huffs frustratedly, and he thinks he can see Draco’s mouth twitching. Draco’s mouth is moving. His lips are turning up at the corner. He’s smirking, the bastard.

But then Harry is distracted by Draco’s mouth. As if the movement was intended to distract him in that way. From over here, at his desk, at a distance, those thin lips don’t look like they’re good for much, except maybe sneering. Or maybe that stomach-melting smirk. But once you get close enough, so close that you can see the swirls of blue in Draco’s eyes. So close that you can see the tiny, nearly-transparent birthmark on Draco’s cheek, right below his left eye - that little smudge. When you’re that close, you quickly realise that they are actually perfectly good lips. Pouty, and soft, and addictive, and tasty. Delicious.

Draco ruffles his white hair with an equally fair, bony hand, acting as though it’s a casual gesture. But Draco never ruffles his hair. At least not in public. Actually, he always smooths it back, away from his forehead. He hasn’t done that today. Harry loves it when Draco’s hair is fluffy, fluttering over those high cheekbones of his. Draco knows that. Every move is calculated, measured.

Harry growls. Ron turns back to stare at him again, with wide eyes, he’s alarmed. Harry grits his teeth again and turns his attention back to McGonagall. His nails dig into his palm.

When the bell rings, Harry sweeps the entire contents of the desk into his bag, including Ron’s slimy chunk of wood. They were supposed to be turning a fish into a pencil. Harry’s fish was laying, sweating, on his tile. And his pencil is somewhere on the floor. He throws the grubby bag aggressively over his shoulder, then rushes away from the desk, shadowing Draco as he exits the room. He hastily shouts a last-minute “goodbye!” to Ron without turning back, and dashes out of the room, having to force himself not to run. A gang of Hufflepuffs have overtaken him.

Harry quickly spots Draco’s distinctive platinum hair amongst the crowd. He also notices the tapestry he knows leads to a secret, quiet, desolated corridor. Hurrying forward, he grabs Malfoy’s pointy elbow and drags him away from the crowd. Merlin, everything about that boy is pointy.

Ducking past the flimsy material, Harry dumps his bag and slams Draco against the wall. He swallows the Slytherin’s protests with a heated kiss, and Draco gasps in happy surprise. After a minute, Harry pulls back to nudge Draco’s chin upwards with his nose and stare at the bruise there, tarring that perfect skin. Marking him. Showing Harry that Draco is his. It’s bigger that he first thought, and positioned directly beside his vein, which is throbbing with Draco’s accelerated pulse. Harry smirks and allows his gaze to slide to a spot under Draco’s jaw, finding the other cute mole, biting his lip. Then he reaches down to bite another hickey in beside it, and another. And another.

“Merlin, if I knew hickeys made you act like- mm- this, I’d have stopped spelling them aw- uh- away ages ago!” Draco gasps out, pulling Harry up by his unruly hair.

“Fuck you,” Harry whispers before kissing him again.

“His Wedding” Part 2

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 856

Warnings: maybe a lil angsty?

Author’s Note: repost, with a lil’ editing!

‘His Wedding’ Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2


To assure him that I’m actually considering it, I laugh and repeat, “Let’s do it! I’ll be your wedding planner, Bucky.”

“Oh, my God. You have no idea how much happy you’ve made me!” Bucky gets up from his chair and makes a round from the desk to reach out and pulls me up in a tight hug.

Yes, he’s happy because I said yes to plan his wedding with Lilly. Well, he must have been even happier when she would’ve said yes to marry him. But at least I made him smile by saying yes to this. While being in his arms, I tried not to smell his cologne because that will make me even more addicted than I am. I wiggle out of his grip, my hands falling back to my sides but his remained firm on mine.

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Stay Professional!

WorkAU!

You managed to get your first job at a prestigious and famous marketing firm. Nothing was going to stop you from working there. A few distractions may be problematic but.. there was a man that stood out unconventionally well. Despite being the CEO’s only son, his face alone is enough to win over the nation’s heart 10x over. An interesting romance that’s sure to get you screaming.

Fluff & Angst: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Hey! I’ve been MIA but I’m back with something for you :)

“Yes Ma’am I understand.” You lowered your head politely and stuck on a smile that tortured your face muscles. You were lucky enough to land a job straight out of university and you knew it was going to be tough but.. the extent as to which you were being used and bullied by higher ups was unbearable.

“If you understand then don’t make this mistake again! You ruined my morning.” The head of department of advertising scolded you over a small mistake of pouring too little milk into her coffee.

After she left, you lifted your head up and rolled your eyes at the amount of bullshit you dealt with on a daily basis. It was kind of getting tiring.

“Should you really be pulling that face right now?” An unfamiliar and cool-toned whisper sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir! My mistake, my apologies.” You immediately brought the radiant smile back to your face, not knowing who it was but it didn’t matter because everyone here was basically of much higher power than yourself. You had to show respect even if it killed your hidden inflated ego.

You heard the heavy clacks of his Armani shoes as his strides led him closer to you. He carefully examined your petite frame in comparison to his tall, dark and handsome nature.

“Are you new here?” His low tone sounded velvety and smooth as dark chocolate. It felt like eerie music to your ears.

“Yes sir.. It’s only been a few months since my arrival.” You bowed your head to this unknown yet alluring man. His presence was overwhelming and the entire office was silent- all eyes and ears on the two of you.

“Enjoy your stay, Y/N-sshi.” His husky voice trailed off behind him before he disappeared into the elevator with another unfamiliar man behind him.

How’d he know my name..?

You face-palmed after noticing the shiny golden name tag attached to your crisp white blouse.


“You should really stop drinking.” Your friend tightly gripped onto the soju bottle in which you refused to let go of.

“Let me relieve my stress! Work has been so much hell for me.” You managed to pour yourself another shot glass that was quickly downed, the stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes.

“…Don’t you have work again tomorrow? You’re going to get such a terrible hangover Y/N.. You should probably stop.” She quickly picked up the soju bottle that was almost empty and chucked it into the bin.

“I don’t care.. I don’t even want to work there anymore.” You managed to growl out, the alcohol taking it’s toll on your body.

“Hey! You should feel so privileged that you get to work in such a fine company. Look at me! I’m still working 3 different part time jobs because I can’t find a job. Do you want to be like me?” Your friend lectured you, peeling you off the desk and chair to take you home.

“Oh wait..” You slurred out, vision blurry and body-coordination out of reach.

“I think I left my house-keys in the office. I might need to go get them..” It was hard to articulate let alone walk straight.

“My god Y/N. Please get your life together.” Your friend buckled you up in her car and drove you to your work place that was still surprisingly operating.

“Tell me where your office is. I’ll go find it.” You just giggled to yourself, completely unaware of your actions. “It’s okay.. I’ll go get it myself. They’ll think you’re a bad bad intruder.” You slurred your words and sounded like a 4 year old. You shot her winks in her direction.

She just laughed and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I got this! I work here!” You giggled, completely out of your mind.

Miraculously, you managed to make your way to the elevator. You pressed on the button and tried your hardest to not collapse from the alcohol intake. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t hold your body still. You steadied yourself by resting your head on your palm and walked into the elevator as soon as it ‘dinged’ with no further precaution.

That was when you smashed into an unknown figure once again, despite your pride in keeping yourself steady for some time, the balance was taken right out of your body and you landed- bottom first on the shiny tiled floor. You were ticked. You had no control over your mouth and lord knows what kind of mess you were about to get yourself into.

You groaned in pain and massaged your scalp, hoping the loud thumping in your head would somehow disappear.

His eyes lowered down onto the ground to find you mumbling curses. He was surprised at what you were doing at the office so late at night. But being the gentleman he was, he gently reached out his hand to pull you up with ease.

His skin was surprisingly cold and you were picked up with such little effort, it felt refreshing to feel something so cool as your body felt like it was boiling. You started unbuttoning your white blouse and unzipped the bottom of your pencil skirt from your knee up to your lower thigh and continued to casually strip in-front of the unknown man.

His cold fingers put your actions to a complete halt followed by his cold tone that sounded familiar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow, a somewhat surprised and confused expression spread upon his flawless face.

“Let go. It’s hot.” You mumbled, weakly pushing away his cool hand and continued to take off your shirt, struggling to do so, you wobbled back and forth before almost falling again- he had caught you by the waist and looked down to see you: flustered and abnormally drunk.  

“Ugh.. don’t touch me. I don’t need your help.” You weakly pushed him away again, this time a little more audible than before. He was surprised at the way you were treating him.

“Suit yourself.” He let go of his gentle grip on your waist and continued to watch you struggle to walk and read the buttons on the elevator.

“What are you doing here so late.” His question sounded more like a demand as his curiosity was slowly starting to eat up his mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You missed the buttons and started to get irritated at your lack of body coordination.

A cold smirk spread upon his face and he chuckled at you.

“What are you laughing at? Do you think you’re some kind of powerful being? Are you another one of those annoying bosses that won’t stop yelling at me for making their coffee wrong. God people here are so…”

He stopped chuckling and raised a single eyebrow. He calmly slid his hand into his pocket and continued to scan you from head to toe.

“Inconsiderate.”

He examined your messed up bun that consisted of hairs sticking out and bobby pins falling out. He looked at your peachy red face and smelt the very noticeable stench of alcohol that leaked from your body. He noticed the beads of sweat that formed around your forehead and the heat of your breath that also smelt of alcohol. You were a mess.

“Y/N return home. I may not know of your intentions here but you’re not in any condition to do whatever you’re planning to do.”

“Blah blah blah. Stop nagging with you?” You retorted like a 4 year old, closing the gap between his face and yours. You were just a few millimetres from his face and he could feel your warm breath on his cold lips. It sent shivers down his spine and he was caught off-guard for the first time in years. He noticed your collarbone clearly visible and cleavage from your unbuttoned blouse but refused to look at it despite his obvious chances.

“Would you like me to call a driver?” He offered, somehow sounding half-assed so you took it as an insult. What really were his intentions?

“Listen here you.” You poked his toned chest and spoke with a slurred and drunken accent.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here but I’m just trying to get back home and go to sleep so I can come back to this hell tomorrow morning and cry over how dumb this shitty company is.”

Once again, he was hit with things he thought he would never hear coming from a very new employee. Amused, he chuckled once again unable to hide his interest in her.

“Would you stop laughing? What do I need to do to stop you?” You smiled weakly at him, completely drunken with stress and alcohol, you had no control over what was about to happen.

You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him softly, the taste of alcohol spread to him as your tongue intertwined his and turned into something a little more passionate. He didn’t stop you so you assumed this meant a green light to continue. His lips tasted kind of addictive and cooling. You ran your hand up his smooth cheeks, through his perfectly combed hair and ruffled it before fiddling with his thin black tie and blacking out completely.

What in the fucking world just happened?

Part 2 

Back to the Future: Part 2

Summary: You attempt to explain your pregnancy to the boys.

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.4k (sorry it’s a little short!)

Warnings: language

A/N: A HUGE THANK YOU TO @willowing-love FOR ALWAYS HELPING ME WHEN I NEED IT AND FOR WRITING A FEW SENTENCES IN THIS FIC. <333

Originally posted by magneticcas

You tried to swallow your nerves, your eyes avoiding the Winchesters and especially Castiel as they all stared at you with expressions of concern.

“Any reason you brought us all in here?” Dean asked, watching you carefully as he sat next to Sam and Cas at the library table.

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Midnight

Chris Evans X Reader

A/N: I proudly present you this mess of a fic for Kayak’s Languages of Love Challenge. My prompt was “la douleur exquise” which means “The pain of still caring for someone that you know you can never have.” @howlingbarnes (Also, happy birthday, kayak!) 

Inspired by the Esquire photo shoot and this series of tweets

Special thanks to @denialanderror for yelling at me to finish this.

Words: 1557

Prompt: Does love mean that you’re meant to be?

Warnings: implied smut, angst, oh yikes i am nervous about this

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FUTURE HEARTS | PT.2 [M]

☾ pt1 | pt2 pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | pt6 | (ongoing)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: smut, angst, punk!jungkook 

word Count: 12,182

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. 

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”

cr.


In fall it was lust

In winter it was young love

In spring it was true love

In summer it was heartbreak

 

Fall

The blades of grass dipped within the spaces of your fingers as you laid on the ground underneath the school tree. The shade covered your body allowing a relaxing atmosphere to take over; well that is until he gets there.

You suddenly feel yourself being pulled up to your feet, causing you to crash into something firm. When you open your eyes you’re met with a sly smirk hidden behind the now familiar glint of his lip ring.

“Jungkook, what’re you doing here, you’re supposed to be sick?” You give him a skeptical look, but he’s not having any of it and he quickly pulls you into his embrace.

“I was, but now I’m not, and I wanted to see you.” He smiles as he drops his hands down to your hips to keep you in place.

“You’re gonna get in so much shit if they see you.” He was wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt, nothing even close to the school uniform.

“Well then we better get out of here before they see me.” He whispers as he dips his head down pressing his lips to yours, enveloping you in his addictive presence. You begin to mold your mouth to his as his fingers dig into your sides. You’ve only been going for a few seconds when you feel him tug you forward, causing you to reluctantly break away.

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You can take my hand and I can take the lead.

Insecure (MYG)


“hello can i request a yoongi smut (or fluff if ya don’t do smut) where his gf is super busty (like E cup) and she’s super insecure so she always wears baggy clothes and one day it’s super hot outside and she goes in a tank and feels uncomfortable with people staring and yoongi gets jealous n they fuck for the first time so it’s all like praising

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Requested: Yes

Themes: couple au, first time

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a little Angst

Word Count: 2,236

Summary: After months of being Yoongi’s girlfriend, it’s your first time wearing a tight top around him in public because of your insecurity about your large bust size.

“I love you, Y/N.” he whispers, his raspy voice thick with drowsiness. 


“I love you too, Yoongi.”

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NEIGHBOURS(2)

TITLE -  Neighbours (One shot)

WARNINGS - SMUT , orgasm denial , ice play , mutual masturbation , NSFW PIC

WORDS -  1.8 k +

A/N -   TAW  @supersoldierslover  you are my everything . Thank you so much.

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Originally posted by minmiin1d

NEIGHBOURS 1 

“Mmmm Fuck , your lips do look pretty around my cock .”,he pushed the wet hair strands from your face and took your hair into his hands .

“Open your mouth wider Y/N .”, he pushed his cock further down your throat .  You moaned around him as you widened your jaw . It was stinging but you didn’t care. He was twitching in your mouth and you knew he was close.

You moved your head side to side and took him until his hair at the bottom tickled your nose. You gagged around him sending vibrations through his cock . His grip on your hair tightened .

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Hmmm Y/N.”, he moaned   as you massaged his balls and licked his the sides of his dick  .  You looked up to meet his eyes . His mouth open in pleasure and an innocent look in his eyes .

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too-many-fandoms666  asked:

How they cuddle, hug, and kiss? Sabo, Law, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, and Luffy? Sorry if it's too much

Of course!! 

(Also boo you don’t have to apologize you didn’t do anything ily <3)

Luffy

Cuddle

  • Can’t. Stay. Still
  • He constantly twists and turns and takes you with him
  • He’s warmness doesn’t make up for that lmao

Hug

  • Hugs for everyone all the time
  • Pounces on you from any direction 
  • Then wraps you in a rib crushing hug
  • Give out a really loud laugh and nuzzles your neck

Kiss

  • He isn’t a really romantic person so don’t expect much
  • Pecks are pretty much all your going to get
  • But when he does you’re going to drown in them
  • It’s like a secret surprise weapon yo

Ace

Cuddle

  • Clings onto you for dear life
  • As he’s narcoleptic, if he falls asleep you’re trapped lmao
  • Obviously super warm bc he’s fire
  • Does some weird shit like smell your hair lmao
  • He does twirl your hair around his fingers and nuzzle your neck

Hug

  • Hugging is his specialty man
  • As you walk by he’ll grab your arm and pull you into a hug
  • He’ll grab you from behind too
  • Literally could hold you forever
  • Scoops you up and squeezes you as tight as he can

Kiss

  • Call him a chicken bc he pecks a plenty
  • Neck and shoulder pecks are his favorite
  • When he smooches your lips he steals as many as he can
  • He has the warmest kisses, they’ll light you up like a firework

Sanji

Cuddle

  • Cuddle king right here boo
  • Anytime anywhere he’ll take you
  • He’s SUPER warm and soft
  • Hair strokes, kisses, and whispers of sweet nothings right here

Hug

  • Literally hugs you 24/7
  • He usually comes up from behind, swoops you off your feet, then spins you
  • Has the biggest smile on his face when he does
  • Again SUPER warm hugs = happy you
  • Kisses you every time he hugs you

Kiss

  • Kisses you EVERYWHERE
  • Every time he walks past you he makes it a point to give you a peck
  • You literally melt every time he kisses you
  • Twists and dips you for x2 romance

dhgjdhk forgot how much I love Sanji 

Zoro

Cuddle

  • Usually cuddle time during his naps
  • So anywhere anytime
  • When he’s already napping just lay on his lap and he’ll instantly wrap his arms around you
  • He’s actually pretty cold 85% of the time so bring a blanket

Hug

  • You usually initiate them
  • Ex. You run up to him and hug him then he hugs you type thing
  • He’ll wrap his arm around your neck and waist sometimes 
  • He’s surprisingly gentle with his hugs; they aren’t super tight

Kiss

  • Probably has pretty chapped lips 
  • Usually pecks your shoulders or forehead
  • But when they’re on the lips it’s pretty deep yo

Law

Cuddle

  • In order for him to cuddle with you, you’ll most likely have to be asleep first
  • Traces lines back and fourth on your shoulder blades
  • He isn’t really cold or really warm
  • He also gives you pecks on the top of your head

Kiss

  • Usually doesn’t kiss you in public unless he wants to make someone jealous
  • But maybe if he’s in a good mood he’ll peck your check or top of the head
  • Otherwise you must initiate the kiss 
  • When you’re alone his kisses are short on the lips or super deep
  • It’s pretty hit or miss  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hug

  • Hugs aren’t really his thing unless he’s comforting you??
  • Then they’ll be super tight
  • But sometimes he’ll wrap his arm around your neck if the counts

Sabo

Cuddle

  • His cuddles are one of the best lemme tell you
  • They’re really warm and amazing on autumn and winter days
  • Imagine just being rolled in caramel and dipped in chocolate that’s what they feel like man 
  • As seen above he usually pulls you on top of him
  • Traces circles in your back and plays with your hair 👌

Hug

  • They’re pretty warm too
  • Lifts you off the ground and spins
  • They aren’t super tight but they are tight enough, ya know what I’m saying?

Kiss

  • Pretty much always begins with “Can I kiss you?”
  • As if it’s a suprise kiss
  • Is an EOS lip balm addict so his lips are really soft
  • Mostly small pecks on your hand, forehead, and cheek
  • But on other occasions he’ll twirl and dip you etc. etc.