i don't see how having your face caked in orange will make you feel good, but ok... it's just that oftentimes, when you try to insult -some disliked person- you immediately go after his looks and call him orange man ... it's the first example that came to my mind. so you defend/insult silly makeup choices when it's convenient for you.
@mellorad encouraged me to and helped me set up my own streaming channel! In order to try it out, she got to request a drawing and wished for a Mustang waiting for a date with Elizabeth – I loved the idea (of course). Woohoo to minimalistic text backgrounds hhh
Writer: Gae Genre: Suggestive Word Count: 709 Anon Requested: Can u write something about jungkook him coming back from practice really tired and u give him a massage and suddenly y'all horny 👀
A/N: Just imagine him under your fingers like..
You walked through the door; two bottles of soju in one hand the other gripping onto your black leather backpack as you returned back from work. You weren’t expecting anyone over, except Jungkook of course; but only after his practice was over.
To see his looming figure, on the couch; dark hair sticking to his forehead, mirroring the way his black shirt clung to his heated skin. One of his feet was slung over the couch, a bottle of water clutched between his fingers.
“Kook you ok?” You asked worry spread across your face as you take off your shoes, making your skin drag across the cold wooden floor.
“Just a little tired,” he says rolling his wide shoulders, “this comeback is going to be tiring, especially with the new dance routine.”
“Ahh.” A rush of unknown reliefs fills your system, this time you take your sweet time in peeling off the hoodie off your body. “Do you want me to massage your tired shoulder– sir?” You say sarcastically, pausing to slip the fabric off. You never thought you’d be greeted with an over-enthusiastic ‘Yes’
But that’s what happened, and so here you were, with two bottles of freshly opened soju, making your way down the couch; only to massage your ‘tired’ boyfriend as he lazes in front of the TV.
“Here” you huff handing him his drink before setting yours aside and slipping behind him on the couch. “You’re lucky I love you.” You mumbled.
“I’m sorry did you say something darling?” He asks taking a sip from his bottle, a sweet smile on his face. You couldn’t deny it, he was cute and you were lucky to have him.
Your hands make work as soon as the words leave your mouth, fingers slightly digging through his shirt and into his skin. Feeling the muscle relax underneath your touch you let your palm press deeper into his shoulders, trying to get every knot.
You notice how uncomfortable the sweaty shirt made it, holding on to his skin. Seeing how engrossed Jungkook was, you slip your fingers down behind his shirt. Your fingers were still cold being back from the frosty winds only a few minutes ago. His body involuntarily arched, a small sigh escaping his lips, “what are you doing?”
“Take the shirt off” you whispered, he follows your command with precision, ripping it off his head in one swift motion, before he feels your fingers ghost above them and a long drawn out moan emits from his lips. “It feels so good.”
Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or your lack of intimacy for the past month since he’s been busy; but suddenly you felt a tingling sensation run up your thighs before settling in the deep pits of your stomach.
You do it again, the precise motions, the exact amount of pressure that had him turn putty in to your hands; and there it was. The sweet honey like moan.
You couldn’t even lie. It was like heaven. The saccharine sound that resonated throughout the room. It was only something that you could crave. Unless, you asked.
“but it was so obvious that the unlocked door was a trap, how could daryl fall for it???” sis if u were stuck in a coat closet sleep-deprived living off of Purina puppy chow forced to listen to negans party mix 2016 and fuckin sick of watching ol’ raisin face wearing your shit, you’d fall for it too ok
A throwback to a few of the Spartan relatives that I got to meet when I picked her up: 1. La-Min-So’s Sweet Lady “Nita” (her aunt, 13yo at the time!) 2.La-Min-So’s Count On Me “Felix” (Nita’s son) 3. Puppy Mela’s Iza (Sparta’s mother)
4. La-Min-So’s O-bla-di O-bla-da “Nomi” (Nita’s granddaughter) 5. DK N Ch N vCh La-Min-So’s Bliss of the Meadow “Nikki” (Sparta’s half-sister) 6. Baby “Ace” La-Min-So’s Ladies Knight (Nikki’s son, now also NJW-15 and DK PL Ch) and 7. The Baby Spartacus herself!