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izpira-se-zlato · 11 months ago
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Bootleg Hojan Merch
I know Nace shared part of the story in an interview a couple days ago, but I was planning on doing a write-up before I knew that, so here you go 😂 Also contains the continuation of the saga in Finland :D
Putting this under a cut because it's gonna be a bit of a read (plus a few more pictures). Yeah, I hope no one here is surprised that I suck at keeping things short 😂
So I have done a fair bit of clownery this year, and the most recent bit (before the shirt project) was attending two of the Polish gigs, Wrocław and Poznań.
I was wearing my Cha Cha Cha shirt to the Poznań gig, and when taking pictures with Bojan and Nace after the show, I opened my jacket so the shirt was visible. When stepping back after the pic, Nace spied the shirt and was kinda excited about seeing Käärijä merch – though he prefers the Häärijä merch, as he told us, because he's a "big fan" (his words, not mine).
So back at the hotel, I told @braveheart1418, "God, I'm so tempted to try to procure an actual Häärijä shirt. Tell me that's a stupid idea." Of course she did no such thing and so we looked into how much it would cost (too much) and how long it would take (too long), and so I was like, "bummer. And I'm not comfortable making bootleg official merch. Although, omg – it would be hilarious of we did Hojan merch!"
And the longer I thought about it, the more I fell in love with the idea. Again, I told friends, "tell me that would be a stupid idea," and again, they were filthy enablers, and so I started looking into the matter semi-seriously once I was back home (that was Wednesday the 22nd, so almost exactly a week before I left on a business trip leading into a stay at my parents' place leading into the gig).
The first thought was to get a big HOJAN in the Häärijä lettering on foil to iron onto a black shirt, though @braveheart1418 had commented that the design with a picture Häärijä on is much more memorable. That was a very valid point, except that there were no Hojan pics in suitable resolution that were in the right pose.
Thus, things I needed to solve:
get a plotter to cut out "Hojan" for the chest -> my mom said my cousin had a friend with a plotter. Contact was established
get a picture similar to the official merch of Hojan -> I reached out to Dean, who was absolutely lovely and set me up with a picture I could use
clip Hojan from the picture -> I had @submariini as well as another dear friend help me there because they are both much better at photoshop than me and were kind enough to offer their help, and decided to add the yellow border because the best picture Dean had sent me was black & white
get transfer paper -> easy: amazon (loathe as I am to use it)
find a copy shop to print Hojan for me -> tricky bc I got Inkjet-Printer transfer paper and most copy shops have laserjets, if they allow using your own paper at all -> I got laserjet transfer paper and once again had my cousin come to the rescue and helped me print it :D
find t-shirts in the right sizes -> I solved this by eyeballing and taking pics of my dad in the various sizes to check with @submariini. While nerve-wrecking, I am astonished just how well the sizing worked out in the end!
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Despite the limited time (limited further by me getting sick Monday/Tuesday before my business trip), it all came together beautifully: I did a test-print Friday evening and picked up the foil cuts, went shirt shopping with my parents on Saturday (shout out to them for letting their adult kid drag them through three different clothes stores and especially to my dad for gamely trying on half a dozen shirts and waiting while I yelled at ed about which to take 😂), finished the test shirt (mine) that evening and adjusted the colours on the outline to be closer to the foil, printed three more copies of Hojan Sunday morning, and got them ready just in time for leaving for the gig!
Which was yet again nerve-wrecking because of the unprecedented amounts of snow happening in Bavaria, but it stood no chance against our determination!
Unfortunately, the snow situation meant that JO couldn't come out after the show, so I passed the shirt to Nace during it and received a pick in return, which made me bluescreen as I hadn't expected an exchange 😂 He put the shirt down without having looked at it, which was a bit unfortunate because I would have loved to have seen his reaction, but it was still a pretty cool moment.
They did get a lot of gifts this close to St. Nikolaus (which is also celebrated in Germany, or at least was in my youth), most of which they left on the stage for the crew to gather up, so I bluescreened even worse when Nace bee-lined over to me as they came back on stage for the SSOL-encore to thank me again for the shirt – others told me later he'd taken it backstage after Carpe Diem with him, which I'd missed 😅
After the show, I met @mogoce-nocoj and ended up talking to her for quite a while outside the venue because neither of us wanted to split off into different directions, and so it wasn't until we were on our way back to @braveheart1418's hotel room (finally accepting that we wouldn't manage to say goodbye quite so soon and might as well talk somewhere warm 😅) that I saw that Bojan had posted the story to his Instagram 😂. Let me just say that it was very fortunate we were still out-doors and not near normal flats, because I don't think I was quiet when I saw 😂
I actually ended up making four shirts including my trial one – one for Nace, one for Häärijä himself because it felt fitting, and one for @submariini because he's such a Häärijä fan :D
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The latter two, I took with me to Rovaniemi (which was ed's fault, because (and I quote), "come to Rollo! It'll be fun!"), where a bunch of friends and I met up for a birthday party slash Käärijä gig (over 20 clowns in one place, it was amazing, 10/10 would do again (genuinely)). The weather and means of transport tried to keep us apart (train strikes and ice rains on my end, though I still had better luck than Joker Out), but we actually all made it and by now all made it back again, too :D
As I mentioned in a different post, I actually managed to hand over the shirt to Häärijä before the gig, and he told me he would wear it on stage, which he did! I also got a picture with him, ed, and me all in our shirts, which was also pretty great :D
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So, yeah! The Process™ of project 1.
Thank you so so much to everyone who helped and encouraged me along the way -- my parents and my cousin, the gift to our fandom that is Dean Grainger (none of whom will hopefully ever read this specific post), @braveheart1418, @submariini, @alephai, my dearest friend K who's been an enabler for so so many shenanigans, and xia!bf for bearing with my insanity (both where the shirts are concerned and the general Käärijä/JO brainrot) and helping me make this project a reality 💛
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izpira-se-zlato · 11 months ago
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What can I add onto this except to say, what a weekend. It was way too short, I wish we could have had at least a day more to clown on main. I met such amazing people, utterly fell in love with ananas lonkero (which I can't get here from what I've seen noooooo), had tasty Salmiakki liquor, tried the CCC drink (not as bad as I'd been led to believe), and had a post-gig Maccas run that ended at Burger King and was full of giggling disbelief.
Thank you so so much, you amazing, crazy people 💛
now only my cold needs to fuck off
The Rollo Clown Conference of 2023
We came
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We saw
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We clowned on main
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I could not have asked for a better weekend, better friends or better laughs.
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abovethesmokestacks · 1 year ago
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Well????
I guess I'm going to Rollo to see K in December???
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mita-vittua-olivia · 10 months ago
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okay apparently i’m going to finland in two months !!
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loki-cees-all · 11 months ago
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Some Things Are Easier to Say in the Dark {Avengers!Loki x Female Reader One-Shot}
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Cee's Loki Fic Masterlist / AO3 Link
Pairing : Avengers!Loki x Female Reader
Summary : You and Loki absolutely despise each other. A mission to Finland forces you to work together undercover in the days leading up to Christmas, and then a blizzard traps you at an inn with only one bed. Suddenly all those teasing games aren't so fun anymore, and the animosity takes you both down a path neither of you anticipated.
W/c : 6.2k words
Content / Warnings : Enemies to Lovers, Snowed In, Only One Bed, Shameless Smut, Fingering, Teasing, Hate-Fucking, Cowgirl Position
Author's Note : My entry for @sarahscribbles' Christmas Collection, using the ✨ Enemies to Lovers ✨ prompt. Hope you enjoy it, dear!
18+ Only - Minors DNI
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This had to be a joke. 
Not only had you been given the ridiculous assignment of “accompanying” the newest member of the Avengers, the so-called God of Mischief, to Finland. Not only did you know it wasn’t accompaniment, it was actually babysitting, because despite Thor’s intense insistence that his brother be given this chance at redemption, the rest of the team still didn’t quite trust him yet. 
Not only were you sure that this mission was just busy work - a way to simultaneously keep Loki distracted, and away from the prying eyes of the American government and media. And not only had this man single handedly usurped your rise from common S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to the next member of the Avengers, because the dungeons on Asgard were just too cruel for the precious Prince…
But now, there was only one bed left in this entire goddamn inn. 
The sweet old woman checking you in apologized profusely when she broke the news, and you just stood there, silently fuming and clenching your jaw so hard your teeth would be aching for days. Truthfully, you should have known better - it was only four days before Christmas; how could you forget that it was technically a holiday, and that millions of people around the world would be traveling for leisure right now? 
Maybe it was just because you couldn't recall the last time you'd taken a vacation, or the fact that you hadn’t spent a holiday with loved ones in years. Or maybe you’d been cursed somehow - most likely by the man standing next to you, with an infuriatingly charming grin on his face.
“Please don’t worry about it, my dear, we’ve just had quite a long day of traveling,” Loki gently assured the woman, reaching for her hand as she all but cowered in fear at your palpable rage. She seemed to relax as Loki soothed her, and you hated that it was him covering for your negative attitude instead of the other way around. “My fiancé - she’s just a bit old fashioned, and she wants to wait until marriage, you see...”
The woman smiled as if he was describing kittens snuggling together on a cold and rainy evening, and you were this close to absolutely losing your temper; he was already deviating from your mutually agreed upon cover story, that you were simply colleagues traveling to the Muotkatunturi Wilderness Area on a research trip, and he intentionally chose his own cover story to replace it - one that was designed to deliberately piss you off. 
You knew Loki could feel the anger radiating off your skin, and he turned towards you with a smile of his own as he continued to act as your doting fiancé. “And I’m determined to make that a reality. I promise, I’ll be fine sleeping on the floor, alright, darling?” 
He slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his emerald eyes shining as he surely relished in your discomfort. You tried to focus on that, on how angry you were at him about everything - instead of his warm embrace, or how inviting his scent was. 
“Well, you’re in luck. We’ve got the most comfortable floors in all of Rovaniemi!” the woman laughed as she returned to filling out the guestbook.
It was humiliating, but it seemed as though you had no choice. You let out a heavy exhale, deciding it would be easier to just go along with his story and get this interaction over with as quickly as possible. Your only saving grace was that this was temporary - soon this reconnaissance mission would be over, and sooner or later Loki would ruin the good graces of Tony and Steve and be sent back to the dungeons on Asgard. 
But until then, you were going to have to find a way to make him pay for all of this later on.
“There’s my girl. Always the brave little soldier,” he purred softly, leaning down as if he was going to kiss you. Your eyes widened in panic, desperately fighting the urge to push him away and possibly punch him in his handsome face, but Loki caught the hint and quickly looked the other way. 
You turned your attention back to the front desk as the woman fiddled with the paperwork, and a group of figurines for sale caught your eye, nestled among the garland and twinkling lights. A wicked grin crept across your face as you nudged Loki’s ribs unplayfully. “Look, dear - they’ve got some Odin statues for sale. Shall we buy some to hand them out with our Christmas gifts this year?” 
Loki’s gaze slowly descended into madness, and you cheered silently once you were sure you’d gotten under his skin. His jaw tightened, along with the hand pressed against your ribs, but the woman smiled happily, unaware of just who she was talking to. 
“Ah, yes - these make excellent souvenirs!” the woman laughed as she picked up one of the figurines, admiring the wood carving with a loving eye. “Did you know that the myth of Santa Claus is based partially on the myth of Odin - and that it all started right here in Rovaniemi?” 
“Oh, I had no idea!” you lied, almost giddy with how much this was going to piss Loki off. “Could you tell me more about that? I find Norse mythology to be just fascinating…Of course, that pesky God of Mischief certainly leaves a lot to be desired, wouldn’t you say?” 
She opened her mouth to answer, clearly very pleased that someone was finally so interested in her offerings, but Loki quickly interjected with barely contained rage. “Actually, if you could just focus on retrieving our room key now, I’d really appreciate it.” 
“What is the God of Mischief’s name? Loki, or something like that?” you continued with absolute delight, slipping your arm around his waist the way he’d done while teasing you. “Pretty ridiculous name, if you ask me. Thor’s name is so much more elegant…”
“Well, it’s funny you should mention that. The name Loki actually means - ”
“The keys! Now. Please,” Loki snapped as he yanked your arm away, gripping your wrist so hard you were sure it was going to leave a bruise. That was definitely going in your mission report once you’d returned to Stark Tower.
The woman faltered briefly, clearly not expecting the charming man to shift his attitude so abruptly, but she reluctantly obliged and began rummaging around in a drawer for a set of room keys.
“You’ll have to excuse my fiancé, m’am…He just doesn’t believe in all that Norse mythology nonsense, even though I think it’s super interesting…” you smirked as Loki stewed with indignation. “But it’s just this one night that you have to endure the tall tales of Norse mythology, and then we’re off to Inari in the morning…aren’t we, sweetheart?”
The sweet old woman furrowed her brow as she pulled the last set of keys from the drawer and extended them over the counter. “Oh, didn’t you hear about the blizzard arriving tonight? They’re saying it’s the storm of the century. I doubt you two will be going anywhere for a while.”
Loki’s face fell alongside yours, and you both turned to the woman with matching grimaces. “I beg your pardon?” 
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Your mood quickly soured by the time Loki led the way upstairs to your room; of course there was a blizzard incoming, and of course it would mean you were trapped here longer than anticipated with the most inconsiderate man alive. He took the stairs two at a time, leaving you behind to struggle with your luggage, while his belongings were no doubt stored easily inside that stupid pocket dimension of his. 
If just one more thing went wrong on this trip, you feared you might actually lose it - consequences be damned. 
By the time you made it down the hallway to the door of your room, Loki was casually leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and a brooding expression on his face. If you didn’t hate him so much, it would have been a beautiful sight to behold. 
“Hey, thanks for offering to help,” you called out sarcastically as you made your way over to him. “I’m absolutely shocked by how thoughtful and courteous you are.” 
Loki scoffed and pushed himself off the wall as he pulled the key out of his pocket. “I could have just gone inside and left you wondering which door was ours. You should be grateful I didn’t.” 
“Aww, is someone a little mad that I made him think about Odin?” you taunted, enjoying the way he tensed up again at the sound of his father’s name. 
“No, it was just foolish. Do not make that mistake again…” 
The door swung open and you rolled your eyes as you followed him inside. “Are you threatening me?” 
Loki whipped around with barely restrained fury as soon as the door closed. “We’re meant to be under cover here, yes? So do you really think it’s a good idea to be throwing around my actual name just to infuriate me?” he snapped angrily, eyes blazing and fists clenching at his sides. 
Your stomach did a flip in your abdomen, and you struggled to maintain an air of defiance as he continued. “You don’t know who anyone is here, or who could be listening to our conversations. So keep your mouth shut if you don’t want us to be discovered! Am I being clear?” 
You nodded meekly, because that was all you could manage while kicking yourself. He was right, you were being foolish and forgetting the true purpose of this trip. Hydra could easily have eyes and ears everywhere, and if you kept pissing Loki off, he might not be inclined to save you if necessary. 
And you hated that it might be necessary, because he was a literal God with infinite magic at his disposal, while you were just a fallible little human that he absolutely despised. 
As Loki turned away and started pulling the drapes shut, you distracted yourself with examining the room you’d been given. Three large windows took up the entire outside wall of the room, and on either side of the lone queen-sized bed were two end-tables, each with a dark green lamp providing the only light to the room. A stone fireplace sat on the opposite side of the bed, decorated with greenery and frosted miniature Christmas trees, and a tiny wooden desk and chair were the only other pieces of furniture in the room. 
It was definitely cozy, even you couldn’t deny that, but that just made it worse. In any other circumstances, you might have enjoyed this break; but the Christmas decorations just reminded you of how alone you were, and Loki’s presence only reminded you of how unnecessary you were. 
And it was already starting to get uncomfortably cold inside the room. Just before Loki yanked the last curtain closed, you caught a glimpse of the snow outside; it had quickly transformed from light flurries into heavy sheets of frozen precipitation. You were in for a very cold, very long and lonely night, and daylight couldn't come soon enough.
A deep sense of dread settled in the base of your spine as you realized how long you might be trapped here with this narcissistic, self-important and delusional mockery of all the sacrifices you’d made to get to this point of your career. 
You’d foregone relationships with family, friends and potential lovers to spend every waking moment either training your body or honing your skills, trying to prove your worth and dedication to keeping this world safe from anything that ever threatened it. 
And the planet’s most recent threat, the reason for the Avengers’ very existence, was making himself busy pulling pillows and blankets off the bed to make his own on the hardwood floor. Loki was silent as he worked, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was actually hurt by your teasing. 
You hated it. You hated this - especially since you hadn’t expected to feel so badly about taunting him. Clearing your throat, you set your suitcase on the chair and pretended to look for something inside. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened before. I guess I’m just…on edge.”
“Why bother?” he replied coldly, and you didn’t know if it was because he wasn’t actually hurt, or if it was because he didn’t care that you were potentially sorry about hurting him. Either way, the dismissal stung. 
You continued rummaging through the suitcase, anything to avoid looking at your roommate for the night. How long had it been since you’d shared such close quarters with another person? Had there been anyone since college? You already felt raw and exposed by the idea of falling asleep within the same four walls as another person; but at the very least, Loki was sticking to his word about sleeping on the floor and not in the bed with you. 
“You’re not worried about the mission? Or the blizzard? Or the fact that we might kill each other at any moment?” you laughed nervously, hoping to at least break some of the tension. 
Loki sighed. “This mission is a joke. The blizzard might be a problem, and yes - we might certainly try to kill each other…but none of that is cause for real concern - not to me, anyway.” 
Your brow furrowed, and you turned to look at him; the God of Mischief was on his hands and knees, arranging pillows and blankets on the floor. It was an amusing sight, and you struggled to maintain focus. “Wait - you think this mission is a joke?”
He paused what he was doing, staring off into the distance with regret in his eyes as if he’d already said too much but couldn’t bring himself to stop. “Don’t think for one moment that I don’t know what this mission actually is…” 
You rubbed your neck nervously, unsure of where he was going with this. 
“I know how easily it would be for Stark to send in his machines to do this reconnaissance, and that the Scepter likely isn’t here. Obviously, I’d be the last person they’d ever want close to it,” Loki continued, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefingers. “I know the others are probably on the other side of the world recovering it as we speak, and that this mission is completely pointless - hence, assigning you and I to it.”
Your heart sank as he spoke, knowing that he was probably right; that this mission was utterly pointless, that it wouldn’t advance you any further in your career. That the only thing this mission was going to lead to was meaningless and unnecessary frustration and pain for the both of you. 
“I know what they - and you - don’t particularly like or trust me. And you have good reason not to.” Loki cast a tragic glance in your direction before quickly looking away again. 
“So why are you here then? If you don’t want to be here, and if you don’t…” you trailed off, unsure if you should finish that thought. 
Loki sighed and shook his head. “It…doesn’t matter,” he answered sadly, and your heart broke over the entire situation. You didn’t know what to say to make either of you feel better, and it was likely that nothing ever would. 
“There. I think that’ll do nicely,” he announced pleasantly, abruptly changing the subject and rousing you from your pensive thoughts. You glanced over to see a grown man - a God, in fact - standing proudly over the neatly arranged pillows and blankets on the floor, and for a brief moment you couldn’t help but be amused by the sight - that is, until you noticed the state of your sleeping quarters for the foreseeable future. 
“You stripped off most of the bed!” you protested angrily, examining the three paltry blankets left to keep you warm overnight. 
“On the contrary - I stripped precisely half of the bed,” Loki replied as he began to remove his coat. “Of course, there’s a simple and quite easy way to double your warmth if you’re so concerned…” 
“Absolutely not.” The words came out harsher than you’d intended, but even just sharing four walls felt way too close to him; sharing a bed was probably way more than you ever could handle. 
“Fair enough. Shall I light a fire to keep us warm then?” Loki offered without skipping a beat, the sudden change in his tone giving you multiple rounds of whiplash. He stepped over to the fireplace to examine it, running his hands over the stone hearth’s arch before crouching next to the pile of logs. 
How was he able to switch so suddenly, from profound soundness to being so thoughtful? You wanted to accept the kindness and be grateful for the change in tone, but all it did was put you on edge. You sat down on the bed and began to unlace your boots, still desperately trying not to look at him. “Don’t bother on my account,” was all the response you could manage. 
The room was silent for a moment, and you could almost feel the gears turning inside Loki’s head as he tried to come up with something else to say. But why was he trying so hard? You had been counting on him retreating into himself the way he always did back at Stark Tower, or worst case - that he would be deliberately messing with you, making your life hell and again ruining your chances at proving yourself worthy. 
You could feel his gaze boring into the back of your skull as your boots clattered to the floor. And when he still hadn’t tried to speak, you cautiously looked over your shoulder to him. “Was there something else you wanted?” 
Loki sighed and let his eyes drift away as he shook his head. An expression of restrained exasperation crawled across his features as he made his way to the makeshift bed on the floor. “Nothing. I don’t need anything from you…” 
Your brow furrowed and guilt poured into your veins with every step he took. But guilt about what? You weren’t friends. You owed him nothing. This was just a mission - nothing more, and nothing less. You opened your mouth to speak, but Loki was already laying down on the floor with his back to you, clearly uninterested in speaking anymore that night. 
The room seemed colder after Loki withdrew. It was an odd, incredibly distracting feeling - one that you hadn’t ever prepared yourself for, and didn’t have the energy to explore at the moment. Sleep was calling out to you, beckoning you closer as it always did whenever the feelings all became too much. 
It took so much effort to crawl underneath the three blankets on your bed, and you didn’t even bother changing out of your street clothes before cocooning yourself inside. You thought about everything in your life that had led up to this incredibly excruciating moment, all the choices you’d made and the pain you’d gone through. 
All that sacrifice, and where had it gotten you?
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Sleep did not come easy for you that night. Despite your body exhausted from travel and the gentle bed cradling your wearied soul, you laid awake far longer than you would have expected. So many thoughts flitting uncontrollably across your mind, so many shivers slipping along your frigid bones. 
A cold draft seeped in through the seams of the windowsills as the snow poured down outside. You were still awake, curled up on your side with the blankets pulled tight around your narrow frame. Eyelids pulled shut and breath held cautiously, you struggled to keep from shivering too much as you imagined Loki on the floor. 
He had to be colder than you were, and part of you wanted to ignore his possible discomfort. He deserved it, didn’t he? Maybe if he was more pleasant to be around, it wouldn’t have to be like this. 
But another part of you hoped he’d be so uncomfortable that he’d ask to join you in the bed. Your thoughts returned to when he had slipped his arm around your waist earlier that evening, and you struggled to keep your heart rate in check. It was wrong, you knew it was so wrong because you were supposed to hate him, the villain who had terrorized New York City, and he was supposed to hate you, a simple mortal who was only good for kneeling. 
“I know you’re awake.” His voice was a whisper, a small shadow in a room full of empty ones. You slowly opened your eyes, your pupils taking their time to adjust the dark and make out the furniture inside the room. You wanted to sit up, to peer out into the world and see if he looked any different on the floor. 
“Can’t sleep. It’s too cold,” you murmured softly, barely able to even pull the blankets tighter around you. 
Loki sighed off in the distance. “The power’s been knocked out by the storm, so the heating’s off.” 
It was only then that you realized the bedside table lamps had gone out. Too busy retreating inside yourself, the only warm place you had left. “Oh. Hadn’t noticed.” 
“I could light the fire now, if you’d like.” 
No, you thought. No, that won’t do. That’s not what I want from you. “Why are you being so nice to me now?” 
Loki stirred on the floor, presumably shifting underneath his blankets. He could be sitting up right now, looking at you in the dark and you wouldn’t ever know. “Some things are easier to say in the dark.” 
You thought for a moment, wondering about how to beckon him closer without risking rejection, or your dignity. This shouldn’t happen; and yet, it never ever would in the light. “Then let’s stay in the dark.” 
Loki didn’t respond, and silence descended upon the room again. You couldn’t stop the shivers tormenting your flesh, and your teeth clattered together as you waited for a response. This time, you were sure you were going to freeze to death, despite burning in the waiting, and yearning, and longing that rolled up and down your spine. 
“But where there’s light…there’s heat,” Loki finally answered. His voice was closer, much closer now; he’d stood up, and maybe he was right next to the bed. Could you reach out and touch him? Should you?
“I’m doing just fine in the cold.” 
Loki chuckled, and you felt the blankets pull away as the mattress dipped under his weight. “You shouldn’t lie to the God of Mischief, dear,” he whispered softly as he settled in behind you, curling his knees behind yours and brushing his nose against your ear. 
His body was so very warm, and you were aching for his touch. “I think it’s only fair. You came to my bed, and left your blankets on the floor…” you sassed, unable to help yourself. 
“You want me to retrieve them?” Loki’s voice carried the slightest hint of mockery as he started to pull away. You panicked and grabbed his hand, eagerly pulling his arm back around your waist. 
“So fussy…” he murmured with a smile, his voice hot against your neck as he settled in to spoon you once more. “You want heat, but not light. You hate me, but you want me close…” 
You melted in his arms, and forced out a soft, defiant sigh. “You have no idea what I want…” 
“And you do?” He matched your sigh with one of his own, and pressed his hand flat against your stomach, moving languidly over the fabric of your many shirts and jackets. You could feel how much he wanted to move his hand upwards to more stimulating areas, and it was so very thrilling. 
“So what do you want, hmm? Why did you tell the innkeeper we were engaged, when that wasn’t our planned cover story?” you whispered, shifting your hips and ass against his crotch. 
Loki swallowed a deep groan, and you could feel your own arousal beginning to coat your inner thighs. His hand latched onto your hip, but he didn’t stop you from moving. 
“Was it just to piss me off, or was it because you wanted to pretend it was true?” you continued, shifting back against him and hoping the movement would cause your clothing to reveal a little bare skin. 
“The…first option. Obviously…” Loki whispered, his lips grazing over the shell of your ear as his hips started to grind against yours. 
You swallowed back a moan, trying desperately to ignore his hardened length against the swell of your ass. “Which one of us is the liar now?” 
“Gods, do you ever stop talking?!” he hissed as he began rummaging underneath your jacket, eagerly searching for bare skin as he pulled your shirt upwards. His hand finally found your bare hip, and his touch was white hot as he began unbuttoning your jeans. 
This time, you didn’t bother hiding the moan, and you twisted ever so slightly underneath the sheets to encourage him to keep going. Your heart beat frantically in your chest and your lips parted, intending to tease him one more time with the brattiest ‘make me’ ever spoken aloud…
And then his fingers dipped beneath the waistband to slip between your slick thighs. 
The sound that tumbled from your lips was equally parts gasp and whimper as his fingertips grazed over your soaked clit, and his breath was heavy against your neck. “There we go. That’s more like it…” he whispered breathlessly, slowly dragging his fingers back and forth. 
Your thighs drifted apart, as much as they could while trapped inside the unyielding jeans, and your hips rolled eagerly as he pressed harder against your clit. Heat flooded your veins, pooling beneath your cheeks and spilling out of your lungs as you whimpered for more. 
Loki slipped his other arm around your shoulder, those fingers curling in your hair as his lips started to kiss and suck along your neck. “So sensitive…have you always been this wet for me?” 
“Yes…” you moaned honestly, unable to deny it any longer. You’d say anything to make him keep going, to keep those delicate fingers pressing and massaging and coaxing endless satisfaction from you. 
“That’s a shame. We could have been doing this the whole time then…” he groaned heavily, shuddering and sighing along as if he was getting as much pleasure out of this as you were. 
“Oh, my god - Loki!” you gasped as he slipped a finger inside, slowly pushing and withdrawing it from your swollen, throbbing pussy. Your hips bucked with his movements, and your fingers curled around your clothing, desperately trying to pull and shift to give him more room to work. 
Loki smiled against your neck, and brought his lips up to nibble on your earlobe as he added a second finger. “This feels good, doesn’t it? You’re enjoying what I’m doing to you?” 
That familiar coil of release was beginning to contract inside your core, tighter than it ever had before. Frantic whimpers of ecstasy fell from your lips, unashamed and without second-guessing. With your eyes closed and your hips writhing, you moaned louder and louder as your climax approached. 
“Careful, little one. Do you want the innkeeper to hear us breaking our vows of chastity?” he taunted in a low, thrumming voice against your ear. 
“I don’t care, I don’t care! Just, please - keep going!” 
Loki’s fingers moved faster still, skillfully and without hesitation, as if he was completely determined to bring you to Heaven himself. But just as the floodgates were about to open, just as you were about to come so very hard, he cruelly withdrew his fingers. 
“What?! No!” Your eyes flew open in shock as the pressure receded and the coil in your belly began to loosen. 
Loki gazed at you with a triumphant grin on his face, his emerald eyes blazing in the dark. “Maybe now you’ll be nicer to me…now that you know what I can do to you…” he murmured, bringing his fingers to his lips and sucking your arousal from them. 
Your mind reeled uncontrollably, so furious and yet still so turned on by the pleasure he’d brought and subsequently taken from you. “I- I can’t believe you…Wh-why would you’d d-do this…?” you stammered, clumsily pushing yourself up to sitting. 
Loki settled on his back, grinning from ear to ear as he watched you struggling to pull your jacket off. “Surely you can. But the real question is…what are you going to do about it, hmm?” 
“Oh, my God, I hate you. I hate you so much,” you groaned as you finally freed the zipper and yanked the jacket off your frame. You stumbled out of the bed, thighs trembling violently as you worked to remove the rest of your clothing. You weren’t lying; you did hate him, but goddammit he was so alluring and you desperately needed to come. 
Loki watched hungrily as you stripped the rest of your clothing away and climbed back onto the bed, settling yourself over his hips. “Well, this is certainly an interesting strategy,” he whispered as he curled a hand behind your neck and pulled your lips down to his. 
You moaned deeply as you kissed him back, violently and passionately moving your lips and tongue with his. You eagerly rolled your bare pussy against his clothed hips, searching for any sort of friction and for a way to tease him more than he’d teased you, to make sure you wouldn’t be denied a second time. 
He met your lips just as eagerly, groaning and moaning against your mouth as he moved his hands to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing across your nipples and driving you mad with want. Your hands moved to his jacket, grabbing and struggling to align the zipper with the chain and be able to feel his skin directly against yours. 
“Use your magic, undo your clothing…” you whispered frantically against his lips, unable to see or think clearly. 
“Absolutely not. Show me how much you want me…” Loki hummed teasingly, shifting his hands downwards to grasp your ass and force you to roll harder against his hips. 
You grinned, pleased with his words, and pulled back to sit upright on his hips. With your full weight pressing down, you rolled yourself harder against him, and his back arched in pleasure. When his jaw clenched tight and he rolled his hips with yours, you violently pulled the jacket zipper down and then ripped his shirt open. 
“Oh, you are going to pay for that, minx!” Loki hissed angrily as shirt buttons went flying across the room. He pulled his hand away as if preparing to smack your ass, but you ignored it, leaned forward to take his nipple between your lips. 
Loki moaned loudly as you sucked, flicking your tongue as he squirmed and writhed beneath you. His eyes closed and both of his hands returned to your ass, and you matched every one of his moans with some of your own. Vindication and pleasure rushed up and down your spine - and then he finally magicked his clothes away. 
You found yourself pressed directly against the length of his throbbing cock, and you both moaned loudly in unison at the intimate contact. He wasn’t even inside you yet, but you couldn’t believe how amazing it felt already. You shifted to bury your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent and basking in the warmth of his naked body as your hips gyrated together. 
The blizzard outside was forgotten, the cold air nipping at your bare skin was no longer a concern, and in that moment you couldn’t remember why you ever hated him. He whimpered in your ear and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as your hips writhed in unison, and soon that coil was wrapping itself around every fiber of your being again. 
There was nothing anyone could do to stop you from coming this time; in fact, Loki actively encouraged you to keep going through a heated, growling voice. “Yes, take it from me. Let it all out, I’ve got you…” he commanded, his fingers pressing harder into your flesh. 
The orgasm ripped through you, searing every nerve ending as you thrashed on top of him. Your fingers and toes curled beyond what you thought was ever possible, and your muscles kept tensing and relaxing, grinding and rolling in a desperate attempt to keep this pleasure flowing. 
Loki held on tightly, groaning and gasping right along with you until you finally started to come back down. One by one your muscles relaxed until you lay limp, breathing heavily between parted lips on top of him. You were finally sated, with no thoughts passing through you any longer; maybe now you could finally fall asleep…
Satisfied that you had gotten yours - and the better of him - you started to roll away, but his arms tightened around your body, keeping you on top of him. “Oh, I don’t think so, darling. I’m not done with you yet…” 
Your eyes fluttered back open as Loki adjusted your body on top of his, and before you could muster the strength to tease him again, he was pushing himself inside you. It felt incredible, like his body was molded to fit inside yours, and you couldn’t believe he’d somehow figured out what your favorite position was. 
A deep whimper of pleasure was all you could manage as you took him in, his cock pulsating inside you and filling you entirely. Loki moved his hands back down to grip your ass as he began to thrust upwards, his thighs tensing and pelvis tilting to hit your sweet spot. You shifted your knees away from his hips and hovered above them as he drove himself into you over and over again. 
Almost immediately you were on the verge of coming a second time, and you cried out his name as every nerve ending fired off in rapid succession. Loki’s thrusts were relentless as he came apart with you, his fingers digging into your flesh and hips bucking wildly and uncontrollably beneath you. 
You clung to each other the entire time, your minds wracked with pleasure and bodies spent until you were both just panting and laying peacefully in each other’s arms. When clarity returned, you had no idea how to react; should you push him away? Should you say something rude? Was he going to beat you to either of those options first? 
The deepest, most vulnerable part of you just wanted to stay there, lingering in the bliss you both had created with each other. You’d never had a partner this exquisite before, and you didn’t know what you were going to do when you returned home - let alone the next morning. 
You nestled in against his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating - steadily, calmly, peacefully. Loki kept his arms around you, and his fingers ran through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he held you close. 
“I’ve got a lot of amends to make,” Loki said quietly, his voice tinged with melancholy. 
You blinked and cautiously brought your hand to his chest, placing it soothingly over his heart. “What do you mean?”
“Earlier you asked why I was here. I’ve got a lot of amends to make,” he repeated, placing his hand over yours. “For New York, for the pain I’ve caused my father and brother, for letting myself be - ” 
Loki swallowed hard and shook his head, and could almost feel the regret swelling in his eyes. There was something important he wasn’t sharing; maybe he didn’t know how, or maybe he didn’t know if he could trust you yet. Something deep inside you longed to earn that trust, something you didn’t quite understand. 
“You don’t need to say it if you don’t want to. But…I’d be willing to listen, whenever you are ready,” you replied sincerely, hoping he’d believe you. And then you continued on, to make a joke and hopefully lighten the mood. “First, though, I think we need to agree to a cease-fire. In the spirit of Christmas, and whatnot.” 
Loki smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I knew you’d be the first one to concede…” he murmured playfully. “But I’m feeling generous. Let’s just call it a draw…” 
Your mind reeled with possibilities, unsure of what to say that wouldn’t make anything worse or ruin the moment. “Really? I thought your hatred of me was permanent…” you answered cautiously. 
Loki shifted his hand to gently grasp your chin, tilting your head to look at him. “I don’t hate you. You just…bewilder and confound me…”
His gaze was soft and warm, and it almost took your breath away. If he was this delicate with someone he found this irritating, how tender could he be with someone he actually loved? And could he ever actually love you someday? 
You forced a smile, and traced his cheekbones with your fingertips, hoping he couldn’t read your thoughts. “I don’t know. Maybe all the teasing and insulting was what made this so good?” you murmured playfully. 
Loki returned your smile, although there was a hint of sadness you couldn’t quite place etched upon his features. “I suppose we’ll see what happens in tomorrow’s light, won’t we?” 
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braveheart1418 · 1 year ago
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First and foremost it got me out of the house. Since the pandemic I haven't really left my home bc of anxiety and other issues and now I will travel to Berlin, Amsterdam (and maybe even fucking Rovaniemi) in the span of two month to see this green little guy and meet the new friends I made through this fandom 💚
So where is your Käärijä hyperfixation bringing you?
Because for me it got me back to my beloved linguistics and got me a brand shiny new finnish music obsession, I live and breathe all that shit 24/7
What connex knowledge did Jere got you into indirectly? I'm curious 👀
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borathae · 2 years ago
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↳ Index [Snippet #36 - Cocoa]
“When you lick warm cocoa off of Jungkook’s body.”
Genre: Smut, domestic Fluff, married life!AU
Warnings: sweet cuddles, walking down sweet memory lane, sub!Kook, soft Dom!Reader, Good Boy!Kook, Mistress as title, sex on the sofa, nipple play, nipple sucking, food play in the form of warm cocoa, she licks it off his body, edging, oral (f.receiving), temperature play, he warms up his mouth with the cocoa & then goes down on her, pussy fingering, choking (m.receiving), ownership kink, dirty talk, some foot action where she basically traces his cock with her foot for like two seconds, subby boy tears, he is such a whiney cutie, she rides him in Lotus Position, this is lovemaking, creampies but they are clean & on birth control, snuggly aftercare
Wordcount: 7.9k
a/n: someone sent in this prompt for Kinktober and as promised, I am here to deliver. I honestly fucking love writing for them, always will. They are my comfort couple and I want them to be happy always 🧡
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You had a dream ever since you were fifteen and watched a documentary about polar lights. That dream involved you, a wooden cabin somewhere in Scandinavia, lots of snow and the polar lights. You forgot about that dream for a few years as life got busy and other dreams became more important. There was one person however, who never forgot about this dream. Your best friend for life. Jimin. And if there is one thing one needs to know about Jimin, it is that he doesn’t forget dreams and that he will surprise one with a present related to that dream even almost twenty years later after you first voiced it. 
And he did. Park Jimin, your brilliant and amazing and wonderful best friend, surprised you with tickets to Rovaniemi and with reservations for a cabin somewhere in deepest Lapland. It was his birthday present to you and you hugged him in tears for a solid three minutes. This was your dream since childhood, so you told him and then hugged him even tighter. And then you asked him how he even managed to plan all that to which Jungkook confessed that he helped and that "our schedules are both free around that time. I cleaned them up". You then proceeded to hug both of them and threatened them to promise you that they will never ever stop being so amazing. They both chuckled and promised that they would.
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And then the time came for your trip. You and Jungkook took Bam with you, even if he was terribly nervous on the plane. Jungkook tried to calm him down with pets while you napped with your head on Jungkook's shoulder because of exhaustion (you couldn’t sleep all night from excitement and it finally caught up with you on the plane). Jimin and Yoongi also came with you, taking Holly - their dog - with them. The three of them were sleeping for most of the flight. Jimin also asked the others if they wanted to come with you, but they were all busy or already had other winter holiday plans. Taehyung and Hoseok escaped the fresh temperatures of your hometown by visiting Australia for a few weeks. While Namjoon wanted to stay back to work on his newest book and Seokjin was currently freshly in love. The two lovebirds planned to go fishing for a few days. She makes him really happy.
So it was just the four of you, which was just perfect and amazing and you were so, so happy. 
Jimin and Jungkook booked two small cabins next to each other with plains of snow surrounding them and dark conifer trees in the background. A small road lead to them. The park ranger of this cabin resort drove you to them in his perfectly equipped jeep while on the radio, Finnish rap was playing. Yoongi called it "amazing music with great flow" and then proceeded to chat about the artist with the ranger for the eternity of the drive. 
You sat around the open fire that night, chatting about your lives together whilst eating the best roasted food ever, courtesy of grill master Yoongi. Bam and Holly already slept that night and woke up first the next morning. 
For the next few days you didn’t do much except for walking, talking, eating and sightseeing. Except for that one day where Jimin booked a reindeer sleigh ride with picnic and ice skating on a lake. That day was amazing. Or the other day you went into the nearest town to get drunk on mulled wine only to leave again after two hours because Yoongi’s social battery ran out and you didn’t want to drag him along any longer. He told you that he could go home alone, but you proceeded to insist that you guys would stick together no matter what. Yoongi smiled and blushed because of it.
You haven’t seen the Northern Lights as of yet, however. The locals here told you that stuff like that can happen and sometimes tourists are just unlucky. You really, really hope that you weren’t one of those tourists. 
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Jimin and Yoongi were in their cabin tonight. They wanted to be alone and you respected that. Bam was already sleeping. The poor boy is utterly confused by the constant darkness and has been sleeping for most of his time here. Except for his snow walks including major zoomies of course. He really loved those. Holly not so much. He prefers to stay inside for most of the time, napping by the heater or atop Yoongi’s discarded sweater. 
You were in your thickest sweater as well, bundled up in fluffy socks and thick flannel pants. You had some milk bubbling on the stove and ingredients for the yummiest hot cocoa waiting for you.
The door to outside slides open, the freezing cold enters the little cabin instantly. In steps Jungkook, wrapped up in thick outside clothes and with a few logs of wood under his arms. 
"Done?" you ask him.
"Yeah, just gotta carry them inside. It’s so freaking cold, my nose is falling off", he tells you, placing the logs in their designated basket. 
"Should I help?" 
"No, I’m good. I only have four more", he assures you and stomps back outside. His steps are heavy because of his boots and the distinct sound of snow clothing rubbing together accompanies them. The door stays open as Jungkook placed the logs in a heap in front of it before opening it so getting them inside would be easier. 
Once done, he closes the door again. He locks it and turns to you with a cute grin on his face. You can barely see it from all the clothing covering him, but you still know what he wants. He is waiting for you to praise him, you know him that well.
"You did amazing, sweetheart. You’re honestly so cool for knowing how to chop wood", you say, watching in delight how Jungkook wiggles happily.
"Yeah sure, no biggie. That’s what your hubby's for", dismisses you nonchalantly and then hurries away to change into his inside clothes. He does so with a giddy jump in his steps.
You chuckle. He is so cute.
Jungkook returns after a few minutes. He is wearing matching bottoms and socks, but wears a different jumper than you. Light brown and just tight enough that his arms look big and sculpted. He goes to you first, wrapping his arms around you from behind and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he inhales deeply. 
He has his eyes closed, enjoying your presence to its fullest.
"You smell like fresh air", you tell him. You enjoy his presence too. Jungkook gives the best backhugs.
"Mhm", he hums, letting his breath tickle your neck as he finally exhales. Then he presses an adoring kiss to it, breaking away afterwards to walk to the fireplace. He begins stacking the new pieces of wood, doing so on his knees. The fire is crackling just enough that it wraps up the logs after a few seconds. He blows into the flames a few times before deciding with a nod that it was finished.
"The cabin should be warmed up soon", he says, standing up and closing the door of the oven. Then he turns, "are you still cold?"
"Yeah a little. But I’ll be better soon", you say, lifting the mugs of cocoa, "the cocoa is finished." 
"Ooh, I’m so excited", he says, meeting you halfway to take his cup, "wow, you made them look so pretty. Thank you so much", he gushes.
"I hope it’s yummy.  I think I put too much cinnamon", you say as you and him get comfortable on the small yet cozy couch. 
Jungkook places the woolen blanket over your bodies and you snuggle into him between his legs. Your head you rest on his chest while Jungkook places his arm over your tummy protectively. He runs his fingers up and down your stomach mindlessly, sending relaxing tingles over your skin.
"There is no such thing as too much cinnamon. I bet it's amazing", he says.
"Careful it’s-"
"Ah! Ouchies! My tongue", Jungkook gasps and whines, sticking out his freshly burned tongue.
"-hot", you finish your sentence, "Googie, it’s fresh from the stove, course it’s hot. Are you okay?"
"No?" he pouts, "I burned my tongue. Look", he whines, sticking out his tongue. It is a deep pink from getting burned. You crane your neck and move in, placing a kiss atop his tongue even if that makes him move away and chuckle.
"What was that for?"
"I kissed the pain away. Duh?"
He snorts, giving you a look.
"Thanks, I guess", he snickers, taking a sip of cocoa afterwards.
"Always happy to help", you joke, relaxing back into him. You finally take a sip as well, humming contently, "that’s so yummy. You were right, the cinnamon's just right."
"I think so too. It’s really good. You make the best hot choco", he says.
"Thank you", you say and close your eyes, "this is the best, seriously." 
"Yeah", he agrees and relaxes with a content sigh. 
You share silence with each other. It feels nice to share silence with him. It feels natural and safe. 
"You know what this holiday reminds me of?" Jungkook asks.
"Up north?" 
"Yeah exactly. How did you know?"
"Because I feel the same. Everything kinda makes me think of our cottage you know? Even the architecture's the same." 
"Yeah and the snow. Although I feel like the snow here is even more snowy. You know?"
"Yeah", you chuckle, "I agree. Although we had awesome winters too. Remember the Christmas party we had?" 
"Yeah I do. That’s one of my happiest memories." 
"Yeah?" you ask him, looking up at him.
"Mhm yeah. I had so much fun." 
"Me too." 
You and him exchange a kiss because the moment felt right to do so. Afterwards you relax into his chest while Jungkook goes for another sip of chocolate. There is a moment of silence and then Jungkook announces that he wanted to say something by letting out a quick "hm". You focus on his voice, but stay relaxed otherwise.
"Question time. What are your top three memories?" he asks.
"My top three memories? Like in general or with you?" 
Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, "can be both. But our wedding and engagement doesn’t count."
"Why?" you grin.
"Because they’re obviously both on first place." 
He makes you chuckle fondly.
"Yeah that’s true. Fine, okay let me think." 
"Okay, I’ll think of mine too." 
The fire crackles. The wind picks up outside. Jungkook chews on a marshmallow. You sip on your cocoa. It is really hard to decide on a memory. You could fill entire libraries with all the memories you made with him over the past decade. Difficult ones, happy ones, funny and romantic, hot and sexy, comforting and all oh so precious. Choosing only three feels impossible to do.
"Oh yeah", Jungkook breaks the comfortable silence, "and when we got Bam doesn’t count either."
"Fine god", you groan, "that would have been my first one." 
"Yeah same, but let's just say that wedding, engagement and Bam are invincible."
"Okay, okay." 
"Do you have yours already?" he asks.
"Gimme a moment, there's too many."
"I have one already."
"Tell me." 
"That one time I was at a tattoo convention ten hours away from you and you drove all the way there because I told you that morning that I was sad", he says. 
"And then I surprised you with pizza and cuddles", you say and smile, "I remember. We weren’t even engaged back then." 
"That’s the night I knew I gotta ask you." 
"Really?" 
Jungkook nods his head, "I always knew you’d be my wife one day, but that was the night I knew knew."
"I didn’t know that. Gosh Kookie", you say and pout, "I'm gonna cry. I love you so much." 
"I love you too", Jungkook grins cutely, "your turn."
"My turn", you say, cuddling into him. You run your fingers up and down his arm. It is covered in the most beautiful tattoo sleeve these days, but you remember the days when it was still empty. Jungkook always talked to you about how he will get it inked up one day and that he hopes you'll be there to witness it. You still lived in motel rooms back then, Taehyung was still an addict and you were still struggling in keeping your little gang together. So much has changed for the better since then. 
"That night we danced in the restaurant. Two failed attempts at purchasing a place and then it's the one right next to your studio", you laugh in sweet memory, "we were busy renovating the ugly counter and there were still no tables in there and it was already dark outside."
"And we listened to music and then I asked you for a dance and we used the entire room for it", Jungkook smiles, burying his nose in your hair, "I remember that night. I thought you looked so beautiful."
"Beautiful? I didn't wash my hair in ten days and was sweaty as fuck."
"Didn't matter. You smiled and that’s all that mattered." 
You crane your neck to look at him. His warm eyes race between yours.
"You're so fucking adorable sometimes", you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, "tell me another memory." 
"When I taught you how to drive a bike", he says and smiles, "I remember you screaming about it being so scary but then not wanting to stop."
"I almost crashed my clumsy ass though", you say, making Jungkook snicker.
"Yeah but you didn’t and then we drove to that hill and screamed. Remember?"
"I do", you smile, "I felt so fucking free that day. I never screamed with someone before."
"Yeah me neither. It was a religious experience", he says, making you chuckle. 
"Yeah really?" 
"Yeah", Jungkook says in a snicker. 
"Now that I'm thinking about it. Wasn’t this also the night we had raw sex for the first time?" you ask him.
"It was. You felt so fucking good", Jungkook says, "for me at least." 
You turn in his arms, getting on your knees between his legs and placing your hand on his chest. Jungkook touches your hip, massaging it slowly. 
"It felt amazing for me too. Maybe it’s weird but I can still remember how it felt like to have you inside me for the first time. It’s weird cause we've done it a million times since then, but that first time is still so vivid in my mind." 
"I get you. I remember it too. You were so warm and so wet. I seriously wasn’t ready for how wet you were. I knew I never wanted to go back to condoms again", he says, sending heat to your cheeks.
"You were the first I ever did that with", you confess even if he already knows.
"I know. You were my first too", Jungkook whispers, eyes flitting to your lips. 
Yours do the same. Your heart flutters. Your stomach tingles. 
You know that feeling. That electric tension between you and him, tugging you closer and closer. It has been there since day one and has been growing ever since. 
You give in to the tug. Fingers fall to the back of his neck. Eyes flutter closed.
Jungkook cups your cheek instantly, sighing into the kiss with closed eyes and a racing heart.
The tension becomes unbearable, you tug each other closer to soothe some of it. It doesn’t help, only heightening your senses to each other. Oh, sometimes you wish that you could drown in him. He is so goddamn addicting.
The kiss breaks as air becomes sparse, but you stay close, rubbing your nose against his' softly. 
"Fuck baby", he whispers, lips tingling from the kiss.
"Do you have another memory?" you ask him quietly, playing with his soft hair. It’s gotten so long again. You witnessed so many of his hairstyles, as he did yours and each time you thought that it was the best one he ever had. And you were right each and every time because Jungkook is the most handsome in every hairstyle. He thinks the same about you.
"I forgot everything", he whispers, chasing your lips with a tilt of his head, "kiss me again, please."
"The cocoa."
"Put them on the table." 
You do. The table's not far away. You can reach it from your position. Jungkook holds your hips as support. He runs his hands up your sides once you return, stopping at your neck to pull you close. 
Your lips meet, your fingers tighten on the other, moans leave the both of you. It feels so good to kiss. Talking about your past always leaves you feeling so goddamn much for him. Tonight is no different. Warm and cozy with snowfall outside and a fire burning inside, you feel even more for him. 
"I'm so attracted to you", you whisper between kisses, making him chuckle softly.
"Me too baby, you drive me crazy", he breathes, "kiss me again, please."
"Kookie", you sigh, falling back into the kiss. 
Fingers tangle in his soft hair. His do the same. Your chests touch as you press yourself against him, Jungkook groans in reaction.
"Can't you take your shirt off? Please?" he asks.
"Already?" you chuckle, "this wins quickest time you got horny." 
"Hey", he pouts at you, "I'm not horny, I just wanna have your titties against mine." 
"And that’s not horny?" 
"Not yet at least."
You snort and chuckle. 
"Fine doofus, I’m taking my shirt off if you’re doing it too." 
"Already on it", he says, soon disappearing in the sweater as he takes it off. 
You use the moment to take off your own, throwing it on the floor in sync with Jungkook. 
Your eyes run over his body. His' do the same. 
"You're so fucking beautiful", Jungkook says, shimmying on the couch needily, "your body's fucking perfect, seriously." 
"Yours too. I seriously can’t get enough of it, baby", you say, seeking his closeness by scooting closer again. 
"Ah. My cock, careful", he squeaks, having the honor of getting your knee to press against it harshly on your desperate attempt of kissing him again.
"Sorry, you okay?" you mumble, lips trailing kisses to his neck as apology, "sorry booboo. So sorry." 
Jungkook tilts his head back, eyes closed and lips parting in a moan.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah…really okay", he sighs, "that’s amazing…" 
You moan softly, sucking a hickey to his neck. 
"Baby you're gon' make me horny if you do that", he whispers.
You snicker, lifting your head. 
Jungkook peels one eye open, meeting your amused look.
"What?" he whines, opening both eyes and lifting his head, "I'm just saying, my neck's sensitive. And you're sexy, I can’t help it."
"You're so adorable", you chuckle and then reach for one of the cocoa mugs. 
Jungkook watches you with curious eyes. You take a sip first, nodding your head in agreement. 
"Why are you drinking choco right now?" he asks. 
"I have an idea."
"Okay?" 
You put your finger into the cocoa. It isn’t hot anymore, just very warm. It feels comfortable around your finger.
"What are you doing?" he asks, watching you stir your finger in the cocoa. 
"I wanna try something. Relax, it'll feel good", you say, meeting his gaze, "do you trust me, Kookie?"
"Yeah, I trust you", he says, eyes following your finger.
You pull it out and guide it to his nipple. Jungkook gasps with the first contact, back arching into your touch and eyelids fluttering.
"That's so warm", he rasps, fingers squeezing the cushion once. 
"Yeah? Do you like it?" you ask him, rolling your finger over his nipple slowly.
"Yeah, a lot."
You pull back, eyes racing over his chocolate covered nipple. There is a droplet of cocoa covering the silver ball of his piercing. You place your hand on his chest and lower yourself, tongue darting out to lick it off.
"Darling", Jungkook gasps, chest lifting in a deep breath, "oh god", he exhales, chest sinking again and hips squirming on the cushion.
He tastes so good. Like chocolate and slightly like metal and most of all like Jungkook. You suck his nipple between your lips, flicking your tongue over it quickly.
Jungkook laughs breathily, right hand coming to rest on the back of your head and thighs trying to squeeze together. He fails, obviously, and ends up squeezing you with them. That doesn’t stop him from continuing. He keeps rubbing his thighs against your body as his nipple tingles in pleasure. 
You release him with a slurp, lifting your head even if that makes his hand slip to the back of your neck. You lick your lips for his viewing pleasure, giving him a flirty smirk afterwards.
"And?" you ask him, "how's that for an idea?" 
"A million outta ten, please don’t stop", he says, chasing you with an arch of his back.
"That's my boy. I love this, darling", you say, dunking your finger back into the warm cocoa. You wiggle it a few times to really coat it, then pull it out. You connect it with the same nipple again, rubbing slow circles on it and listening to Jungkook’s blissed sigh.
You plan on getting this nipple sensitive to the point of Jungkook wanting to orgasm and only then you plan on moving on to the other side. Knowing Jungkook and his incredibly sensitive nipples, it sadly won’t take long, but you don’t mind. You just have to drag out the play. You’re good at that shit. 
You flick your tongue over his chocolaty nipple, holding him right under his armpit. Jungkook moans oh so sweetly, heavy eyes glued to your face and tummy tensing in pleasure. 
"So yummy", you whisper, lifting yourself again for another round of cocoa. You know that Jungkook expected you to suck his nipple like you did before, but you like to keep him on edge. Dragging out the play, remember? Your sweet man will learn soon enough what he'll get from being such a dream.
Jungkook gasps loudly with the third round of hot chocolate, hand slipping from your neck to hold your waist instead. 
"Baby, it feels so good", he squeaks out, making you lift your gaze to meet his droopy eyes.
He looks so fucked. Eyelids barely open, cheeks flushed and lips parted in quick pants. 
"Yeah? It’s nice that it’s a little hot, isn’t it?" you ask him, taking his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger to roll it slowly.
"Yeah", he squeaks, chasing you desperately, "oh god, baby."
"Mhm, such a good boy", you praise, lowering your mouth to his swollen nipple. You keep it pinched between your fingers, flicking your tongue over the very tip of it.
Jungkook tilts his head back and moans, thighs squeezing you oh so desperately and fingers digging into your softness. 
"Good boy, you’re so sensitive", you coo, giving his nipple a little kiss before lifting yourself again.  
Jungkook is desperate, looking at you with a pout. One you ignore to cover your finger again and then rub his nipple with it. You manage to accidentally put too much, resulting in the hot chocolate to run down his pec. It stops around three inches below his nipple in a small, round droplet. 
"Oops, put too much", you say in a chuckle.
"Hah", Jungkook retorts the laugh, sounding completely and utterly out of breath doing it. He most definitely did not hear what you just told him. He only laughed because you did. This man is not thinking anything, except that his nipple feels sensitive. 
You connect your tongue with the droplet, dragging it up his strong pec to clean off everything. Once you reach his nipple, you slow down, pressing the flat of your tongue against it to grind. It moves his piercing under your tongue, makes his nipple swell and causes Jungkook to moan squeakily. 
To make matters even more difficult for him, you decide that it was finally time for you to take him back between your lips. You suck on his nipple, basking in the whole body squirm it forces out of him.
"I wanna cum", he croaks, arching his back repeatedly while his thighs almost crush you from pressing together desperately.
You purr, sending vibrations through his nipple. 
"Please", Jungkook begs, head hitting the armrest of the couch and hips bucking up against your tummy. His cock is rock hard.
"Mhhm", you moan and slip off, placing your hand right under his nipple and watching in delight as Jungkook squirms in desperation. 
"You're so cute", you laugh, making him whine oh so desperately.
"Why did you do that?" he whimpers, hand coming to touch his own nipple, "oh god I wanna- ah!" 
You just slapped his hand away. Hard and demanding. Jungkook peels his eyes open, gawking at you with parted lips.
"No touching. That’s my job", you order with furrowed brows, "understood?" 
"Y-yes ma'am", Jungkook stutters, nodding his head vigorously.
"Good boy", you say, giving him a smile, "you're so adorable."
You put your finger back into the cocoa, coating it thoroughly before connecting it with his other nipple. It is finally time. 
Jungkook moans and closes his eyes again, head falling back against the armrest and hands coming to hold your waist. 
"That's nice isn’t it?" you coo, wrapping your lips around him afterwards to suck off the cocoa.
"Don't stop", he sighs as an answer, feeling a constant stream of warm pleasure run through his body. If you were to touch his cock right now, he would orgasm instantly. He feels so fucking charged. His nipples are so goddamn sensitive. The cocoa is so warm, your touch so skilled, your mouth so wet. Jungkook swears that he will actually pass out from how good it feels.
You lift your mouth again, blowing on his wet nipple. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly, a shiver runs down his spine. He arches his back, squeezing your hips between his thighs. The air feels so cold. 
"Pretty. You look so pretty", you praise, sparkly eyes glued to his hard nipple. It’s so fascinating just how reactive it is to whatever you do to it. 
You connect your newly covered finger with it, forcing a shaky sigh and a little whimper out of him. He pulls his brows into a deep frown, pouts to the point where his lower lip trembles, then parts them in another whimper. 
"That feels so good, doesn’t it?" you taunt in a lowered voice. 
"Yeah", he keens, nodding his head vigorously. 
"Of course it does", you whisper, lifting your finger again. You place your hand right under his armpit again and lower your head. With puckered lips, you blow again, basking in the desperate squirm he does because of it. 
Jungkook feels charged. He has always been a sucker for different temperatures. Ice cubes on his tummy, hot wax on his skin, warm lips around his cock, cold water between your heated bodies. He's always fucking loved how temperatures make him feel. But to have warm cocoa followed by cold air on his nipples almost makes him want to cry. 
"This is so much", he groans, throwing his head back to the point where you can watch his throat move as he moans. 
"Yeah? Just say the word and I'll stop", you say.
"Don't stop", he begs in a squeaky keen, "pwease bwaby." 
You snicker, "I see baby voice is the right option here", you say, rewarding his cute butt by covering him in a new layer of warm cocoa. 
"Oh god, seriously", he moans, arching his back, "it's so fucking good." 
You flick your finger then lower yourself. His nipple is so swollen between your lips, feeling oh so hot against your tongue. You moan deliciously, sucking on it while your tongue dances around his piercing. 
"Can I cum?" Jungkook begs, "pwease just a liddol?" 
You snort, lifting your head again. 
"First of all, baby talk is not gonna work on me and second of all, how are you planning on cumming just a little?" 
"Just like once, like pew", he thrusts his hips once, "like a gunshot." 
You laugh, "no?" you say.
"Please?" he pouts. 
"No." 
You wipe off his cute pout instantly by connecting your fingers with his other nipple for a change. Still charged from before, your touch sends the hottest pleasure through his body. 
Jungkook closes his eyes and tilts his head back, moaning unapologetically. 
"You're seriously so adorable, Kookie", you say, covering him in new cocoa, "even if you talk complete shit sometimes." 
"Hey, I'm not- ah", Jungkook forgets what he wanted to say, shivering deeply as you flick your tongue against his nipple to clean off the cocoa.
"What's wrong?" you taunt. 
"Seriously please", he whines, "why are you stopping again?" 
You rub his other nipple, watching how he tenses his tummy and chases you with a thrust. His cock is so hard, stretching the fabric of his sweats to its limits. You lower the mug to the very tip of his clothed cock. The temperature is low enough that it won’t burn him, but still high enough that he will feel the change in temperature. 
"Mistress", the pet name slips from his lips in a squeaky keen, followed by a shaky moan. 
You draw circles on his tip with the bottom of the mug, rolling his nipple between your fingers as you do. 
"Your cock’s so hard, Kookie", you coo. 
"Gonna cum", he confesses in a barely there whisper, "please Mistress."
"Too bad", you rasp, lifting with your hand and the mug, "I wanted to play longer."
"Oh my god, can I please cum?" he whines loudly, looking at you with glassy eyes, "why are you edging me? I didn't do anything." 
"Yeah you did." 
"What? No I didn’t."
"First of all, manners. Brat. And second of all, you are the cutest man in existence, that’s enough." 
"Please baby", he laughs desperately, "just wanna cum, please."
"Not yet. Get naked first."
Jungkook follows instantly. He scurries off the couch to take off his sweats and briefs. You do the same when he isn’t looking. Jungkook turns, eyes widening upon seeing your naked body. 
"Holy fuck", he whispers, cock twitching from the view. 
"Do you like it?" you ask him, sitting back down. 
Jungkook falls to his knees before you, pressing himself against your shins while his hands come to hold your hips. 
"I'm your slut. Seriously", he croaks, hard cock rubbing against your skin and eyes watering in desperation.
You giggle, "you're so cute", you gush, "why are you so cute, Googie?" 
"Why are you so perfect?" he throws back, burying his face between your thighs. He groans, moving his head left and right as he nuzzles you deeply, "baby you are so perfect. Why?" he whines into you, making you giggle happily.
"Cute", you say, reaching down to ruffle his hair. 
Jungkook lifts his head, gazing at you in complete and utter awe. 
"Can I eat your pussy?" he begs. 
"Ask me properly and you can", you say.
"Can I please eat you out, Mistress?" 
"There we go. Yes, you can", you say, propping your feet up on the couch.  
"Fuck", Jungkook hisses, eyes running over your exposed pussy, "you're so beautiful. Holy shit."
"Can you see how wet you make me? Mhm?" you taunt, wiggling your hips.
"Yeah…holy fuck I wanna taste you so bad", he croaks. 
"I'm not stopping you."
Jungkook however turns to get one of the cocoa mugs. He lifts it to his lips and takes a gracious sip, swirling the liquid in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it. 
You watch with a racing heart. You know exactly what he is doing. 
Jungkook closes the distance between his mouth and your pussy. He connects his tongue with you, grinding it up and down your soaked folds. He is looking up at you, wanting to see your reaction. The cocoa warmed him up which results in his normally already warm mouth to feel a hundred times hotter on your pussy. 
You chase him with a roll of your hips, fingers gripping the edge of the sofa. 
He lifts his mouth, licking his lips.
"How was that?" he asks. 
"Amazing." 
"Did you feel the difference?" 
You nod your head, "do it again."
Jungkook nods his head and takes another sip. He swirls it around for a bit and swallows it. Then he lowers his hot lips to your clit, eyes glued to it with hunger burning in them. He sucks on it, swirling his hot tongue over it. Just the tip. He makes sure to trace the parts which are the most sensitive.
"Fuck baby", you sigh, tilting your head back in bliss, "that’s so good. Don’t stop."
"It's so good. You taste so good", Jungkook says, covering his mouth in new warmth to pleasure your clit with it. Slow licks, fast swirls and needy sucks. He makes the very best out of the few moments where his mouth feels like fire on your sensitive pussy. 
"Baby…" you sigh. You love it so much when he plays with temperature. There was this one time where he licked an ice cube before sucking on your nipples. The way you shivered because of it is still haunting you. Another time he used hot wax to cover your entire body. He was so rough that night. You still have weak knees because of it. And now this. Mouth hot and oh so wet because of the cocoa. Fuck, Jungkook feels like fucking heaven.
He moans softly and lifts his mouth again, caressing your thighs when this makes you squirm desperately. He knows that he edged you, but he had to stop. His mouth wasn’t hot enough anymore.
"That's so good", he croaks, taking a sip of the cocoa. The mug is empty and so he discards it on the coffee table before finally swallowing the liquid and lowering his skilled mouth to your pussy, "is good", he lulls, guiding his tongue through your folds until he reaches your clit, “so good...”
"Keep going…"
Jungkook places his strong hands on your hips, moaning around your clit in a sweet promise that he won’t ever stop. His cock aches for release and his nipples still feel on fire, but that doesn’t stop him from giving you his all. You always make him feel so fucking good for no apparent reason and he wants to give back. You deserve to feel as best as you can because of how giddy you make him feel. 
He comes up for air, making up for the loss of sensations by rubbing your clit with two of his fingers. He places kisses on your inner thighs, eyes closed in bliss.
You writhe because of the change in sensation, “good boy, my good boy”, you sigh.
Jungkook kisses his way back to your pussy. He keeps his fingers on your entrance, massaging it in circular motions and with just enough pressure to make you feel electric. And while he does that, he connects his tongue with your clit, licking her in upwards motions.
“Kookie baby”, you croak, lifting your head to look down at him. Your eyes are droopy and half-lidded, your lips are parted in shaky moans. His eyes are closed, giving his pretty face such a tranquil look to it.
Seeing how pretty he looks when he is between your legs, makes the sensations he gives you a hundred times more intense. You reach down, running your fingers through his incredibly soft hair. He whimpers because of it, pressing himself closer. His fingers slip inside to his very first knuckle, giving you such a nice stretch.
“Kookie”, you moan happily, tugging on his hair as gently as possible. He opens his eyes, flustering in a squirm when he realises that you are looking at him.
"You're doing such a good job", you lull, giving him a drunken smile.
Jungkook mewls and sucks on your clit before lifting his head, “you taste so good”, he says with his lips all puffy and wet.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You smile, running your hand down to his cheek, “you’re so cute”, you whisper, tilting his head up just enough that you can trace his lips.
Jungkook chases your thumb, sucking on its tip before you pull away again. He mewls, making you smile because of how cute he is.
“My hubby”, you breathe, taking his chin between two of your fingers, “you’re so pretty, like seriously.”
"___", he croaks, "you literally own me. No fucking joke. You own me", he adds, making you smile.
"Come here", you order. 
Jungkook lifts himself. He begins moving his fingers on your pussy again and straightens up until he is face to face with you. 
"Closer."
Jungkook obeys. 
You purr, placing your hand around his throat. 
"Mistress“, he whimpers, gulping heavily and fingers stuttering on your clit. 
"Say it again", you order in a rasp.
"Mistress", he mewls.
"Nono. The thing before that."
"You fucking own me", he croaks and gulps when that makes you smirk.
"Yeah I do", you rasp, "fuck baby, keep doing that. Love how you touch me."
"I wanna fucking cum", he whines, "this is so hot." 
“Yeah? You love touching my pussy, don’t you?”
“Yeah love making you feel good”, he mewls, eyelids fluttering in bliss when you press down on his veins as a little reward, “Mistress” he moans breathily, “ugn god”, he gets out, gulping under your harsh grip and tilting his head back just enough that you can see more of his throat.
“Kookie your fingers. Keep them moving.”
“Sorry”, he lulls, fixing his faltering rhythm, “sorry ‘s so hard. Feels so good.”
“I know baby, but it’s not that hard. Make me feel good and I’ll make you feel good in return, yeah?”
Jungkook nods his head and whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut, “Mistress”, he gets out. He draws circles on your clit, adding soft massages back and forth every now and then. He parts your folds as he does, massaging your entrance before returning to your clit again.
“There you go. That’s my boy”, you praise him, running your hand up his tummy and chest, “such a good boy, keep going”, you add in a sweet moan, placing your fingers on his left nipple.
“That’s unfair, please don’t do that”, he whines, looking at you with glassy eyes, “please don’t do that”, he whispers.
“Why not? You make me feel good, so I do it to you too”, you taunt, pinching and rolling his terribly sensitive nipple.
“Wan’…cum”, he breathes, arching his back, “plea…”
“And how’s that my problem?”
“Please. Is really, really hard”, he lulls.
You sneak a glance at his cock. Tip all heated and wet and veins throbbing in desperation. You feel your pussy clench because of it. His touch feels like paradise because of it, sending constant bolts of warmth through your body.
“I can see that”, you tease, placing your foot on his cock to rub it, “you’re so hard, baby.”
“Please Mistress”, he begs.
You grind your foot into his cockhead, eliciting a squeaky moan from him. He flinches with his entire body, hips chasing the pressure shakily.
“Cute”, you giggle, “you’re so cute”, you say, running your foot down his shaft.
“I’m begging you”, he croaks, spilling tears onto your hand still around his throat. They hit your skin in two droplets of warmth, leaving behind a cool shiver.
“Don’t cry babyboy”, you coo, “come sit on the couch, lemme take care of you.”
Jungkook does so with wobbly knees, pulling his legs up on the couch to cross them. He makes grabby hands at you, pouting oh so sadly. You climb atop his crossed legs, laughing when Jungkook tugs you closer roughly the second you were on top of him. His hands grab your butt, his glassy eyes race over your face.
“I’m dizzy”, he keens, “it’s your fault.”
You grab his cheeks between your fingers and move in closer, “good”, you whisper, kissing him afterwards.
Jungkook moans, wrapping his arms around your waist to press you closer. You chase him with a smooth roll of your hips. Your tummy presses against his', your pussy grinds against his cock.
“Fuck”, he whimpers into the kiss, deepening his hug to the point where you wonder if he wanted to crush you. He dances his hands up and down your sides as he cradles you, sending the nicest shivers down your spine. His skin is heated, melting right against yours.
Your clit is so sensitive. Grinding against his cock is making you want to crumble into a million pieces. You lift yourself a little more so you can grind your entrance against him too.
“Please”, he begs, right hand dancing over your butt just to disappear between your legs. He presses his fingers against your wetness to massage you slowly, brushing against his frenulum as he does.
“Please what?” you ask him with your voice shaking just slightly.
“Sink down please.”
“Like that?” you ask him, sinking down just enough that his tip breaches you. You lift yourself again afterwards. "Like that, mhm?",
“No. More”, he whines, “please.”
“You’re so cute”, you giggle, lowering yourself again.
Jungkook moves, pushing his cock into you with his fingers wrapped around it and his thumb pressed against your hole. He makes you shiver and twist his hair at the back of his head.
“Shit. Kook”, you get out.
Jungkook tilts his head back, lips brushing against yours and eyes opening slowly. They stay half-lidded, racing between your hazy ones. Then he smiles. Completely and utterly droopy, but filled with so much adoration.
You retort it, abandoning his hair to instead cup his heated cheeks. He moves your hips, thumb rolling slow circles on your hole as he does. 
“Baby”, you moan, “holy fuck, my baby”, you croak, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.
Jungkook kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your upper back in synch with you finally bottoming out. Like this his pierced nipples are rubbing against your chest and his tummy grinds on your clit with each movement.
“Baby”, the kiss breaks because you needed to gasp, “holy fuck, Kook.”
“Yeah”, he rasps, placing his hand at the back of your head as he tightens his hug, “please don’t stop.”
“Don’t wanna stop”, you say, rocking your hips on him in a slow rhythm. You twist his hair again, “now fucking kiss me like you mean it.”
Jungkook kisses you deeply, moaning against your lips as your tongues dance with each other and your bodies connect in slow movements. He has no idea how he is still able to hold back. His cock feels like its on the most amazing fire ever. His nipples are pulsating in sensitivity, grinding against you over and over again. All he can think about is letting go and filling you up. And still he hasn’t yet. He seriously has no idea how he is doing that. It feels so good to be with you. To have you sit in his lap and rock your hips on him as you kiss him. Jungkook whimpers, cradling you against his body. You are so warm and soft. He wants to merge with you. You are so warm and soft.
“Oh god”, he lets out and sobs softly, “my darling”, he whimpers, cupping your cheek with his left hand while his right hand feels up your side as he hugs you oh so tightly.
“I know darling, I know. I feel it too”, you sigh, “your cock’s so perfect. ‘s making me feel so good.”
Jungkook sobs, pulling your forehead against yours.
“Don’t cry”, you whisper, wiping his tears away.
“I love you”, he croaks and squeaks, “oh god I, I love y-you”, he stutters, thrusting into you as best as the position allows him too.
Warmth fills you up and drips out of you instantly.
“Are you-“
“Yeah”, he interrupts you, shaking under you, “oh god, oh god, oh god. ___”, he sobs and begins chanting your name, squeezing you against him as he fills you up with his high. He is shaking so much and tensing his stomach, rubbing your clit right against it.
You squeeze your eyes shut, dropping your head against him. He is holding you, hugging you, cradling you. While his cock is filling you up. Holy fuck this is too good.
“Kookie, you’re making me cum”, you whimper, crumbling into a million pieces afterwards. You meet him in sloppy bounces on his cock, chasing the friction his tummy gives you and riding on the fiery pleasure of his cock.
Jungkook holds you through your shakes, feeling dizzy in happiness. This is his heaven. He is in paradise. Your pussy is so warm and tight, now filled with his cum. Jungkook swears that he doesn’t know a better sensation than this right now.
You come down with a shudder, dropping against him in a huff of air. Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck instantly, sucking the gentlest of hickeys to your skin. It tingles so nicely, making you feel so good as you float on your afterglow.
You don’t slip off, keeping him inside just to keep that deep warmth going for longer. Jungkook loves that you do. He feels so goddamn complete when he is with you like that.
“How was that?” he asks you.
“Like heaven?” you say and giggle, making him giggle too, “for you?”
“Same”, he giggles, giving your waist a little squeeze, “I’m so dizzy now.”
“Yeah same”, you squeeze him, “and a little cold.”
“Wanna share a blanky?” he asks.
“Yeah, let’s share a blanket”, you agree, reaching to your side to grab the blanket which very convinietly lies right there.
You throw it over your shoulder and with Jungkook’s help tug it behind his back so the two of you are all cocooned in. You lean into his chest with a content sigh, closing your eyes when he places a loving kiss on the tip of your nose.
“This was amazing”, he says.
“Yeah”, you agree, rubbing the tip of your nose against his cheek, “you smell so good”, you whisper.
“You too, baby”, he says.
Bang!
You and Jungkook scream up at the sudden loud bang against your window. And scream up again when a distorted figure presses its head against the glass. Jimin. His features may be hidden in darkness and foggy glass, but it’s him. You’d recognize him anywhere.
“Are you guys finally done?” he screams, nose squished against the window, “hellooo can you hear me?” he coos loudly.
“What the hell? Did he watch us fuck?” you mumble, snuggling closer to Jungkook to hide away. Not that you feel any kind of shame in being naked in front of Jimin. That man once waxed your butthole when you wanted to try it out (you hated it. It hurt like hell).
“What are you doing, man?” Jungkook calls out, still clutching you safely to your chest from getting scared before.
“Come outside you two lovebirds. The polar lights are out!” Jimin tells you, knocking on the glass again, “helloo???”
“Oh my god the polar lights”, you gasp, looking at Jungkook.
His eyes are widened in surprise, “we gotta go outside, darling”, he says.
“Yes, oh my god I can’t believe this is happening”, you squeal and hit his chest softly, “we’re coming Jimin! Wait for us!”
“Oh heard me? Nice”, Jimin’s grin is distorted by the glass, “get dressed, we’re waiting for you!”
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homunculus-argument · 8 months ago
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sending as an anon because i dont feel like doxxing myself but the streets of helsinki being emptier than the streets of rovaniemi is kind of horrifying. every time i go out be it rush hour or not there's always so many people everywhere. i think that's because this is a tourism heavy city but like, isnt helsinki too???? is it just because the central area is smaller here than it is there???? and even then the crowds here dwarf in comparison to foreign countries!!!! what the fuck!
I'd say all of above - it wasn't rush hour or tourist season, and there's a lot more space for people to spread out and still be in the central area. I've lived in a tourist town, and yeah tourist season is a lot like that season when the jackdaws' and seagulls' babies are out of the nests. They, like tourists, are running around the streets all over the place, and not particularly good at not being stepped on.
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valos-venus-doom · 6 months ago
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In Our Diabolikal Rapture [a VV one-shot]
POV: You're on vacation in Lapland with Ville and a particularly heavy snowstorm has you snowed into your cabin
Requested by @reneetje ❤️
NSFW
The wind was so intense it was causing the windows of the cabin to rattle. It was day 3 of a snowstorm that kept you and Ville stuck inside your Air B&B in Rovaniemi, and Ville was pissed. He had so many plans for you both on this week-long break he was taking from work and so far most of his plans had been foiled by the unexpected snow squall. It least 2 feet of snow had fallen and Ville was occasionally popping out to smoke a cigarette and shovel it away from the walkway. But you knew he was going out there to grumble and cuss his disappointment out away from you. Ville was frustrated, but he didn’t want to rub off on you. He was still trying his best to make it a fun experience, knowing full well he’d be off to the grind in just a matter of days.
The door opened up and Ville stumbled in, quickly shutting the door behind him and taking off his outdoor gear.
You smiled at his frustration, “Babe, I honestly don’t know what you expected. It’s January in the arctic circle, of course its snowing.”
He side-eyed you as he kicked off his snow covered boots, “Shut up.” he muttered playfully. “And this isn’t snow. It’s fine if it snowed, it’s allowed to snow. In fact, I’ve *love* for it to snow. This? This is 315 tons of white bullshit. Not snow.”
“That… is an oddly specific number.” you blinked at him.
“2 feet of snow out there. 20 pounds of snow per square foot. Rovaneimi is 2,927 square meters. That’s 629,890 pounds of snow, or about 315 tons. Quick mental math.”
“Remind me why you dropped out of school again?” you giggled.
Ville had stripped down to his sleek black thermal pants and undershirt, both form fitting and framing his body just right and he sauntered over to the fireplace, throwing another two logs in to keep the fire roaring for you. ��So, we’re done watching Breaking Bad. What else is on Netflix that we can binge until mother nature decides to stop being a cunt?” he plopped down on the couch beside you, lifting his arm to summon you so snuggle up against him.
You did just that, pulling the fluffy blanket you had over you over his lap too. “Ohh… I dunno. Do you want to check out–”
You were cut off by the electricity going out.
“You have GOT to be fucking kidding me.” Ville closed his eyes in utter frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“It’s fine.” you assured him. “It’s not going to last forever, I’m sure it’ll be back on soon.”
“I admire your optimism.” Ville grumbled. “I swear to fucking god I’m getting a partial refund.”
You laughed, “You’re going to ask Air B&B for a refund… because it snowed? Okay, Karen.”
Ville smirked, he knew he was being dramatic but he couldn’t help it. "I just want to make sure you’re having fun, that’s all. We only have four more days until we have to go back.”
“I can tell you a way we can have some fun.” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss. Your hand slowly dragging from his knee to the bulge in his tight thermal pants that left very little to the imagination.
“Mmm..” he moaned into the kiss as you lightly touched him, coaxing him into an erection. You pulled back from the kiss just to watch the look of bliss on his face, illuminated only by the firelight in front of you both.
His eyes flicked open for a moment so he could peel his shirt off and you followed suit. You had no bra underneath, you were left in just your panties. The cabin was getting chilly with the electricity being off, and you stood to throw the blanket you’d been using onto the floor between the couch and fireplace and quickly sat down. Ville smiled and slinked down off the couch to join you, placing himself on top of you between your legs.
Ville kissed you deeply as he wiggled out of his pants down to his boxers. He slowly and rhythmically rolled his hips, grinding his hard erection against your panties making you moan into his kiss. You loved when he dry humped you like this, it was flirty. It reminded you of messing around as a teen together and caused you to get even more wet.
“God you’re fucking beautiful.” he breathed against the skin of your neck, leaving little kisses under your ear. His hand traveled south, rubbing against your clothed mound. You rolled your hips against his hand, eager for him to touch you, and he quickly complied. You were soaking wet, making Ville chuckle. “Someone’s excited. I’ll bet you want me deep inside you, hm?” he purred in your ear, causing you to shiver. The baritone in his voice was practically orgasmic by itself.
“God yes, please.” you replied breathlessly.
Ville continued to kiss and nip at your neck as he got out of his boxers and began helping you remove your panties. “Lay back, let me take care of you.” he coaxed.
You laid down flat on your back, the blanket warmed from the fire closeby. “Spread your legs for me, there you go…” he continued, placing one of your legs over his shoulder as he kissed down your belly until he reached his destination. He kissed you gently, right over your clit causing it to throb with desire.
You felt his tongue drag delicately over your slit, still teasing and driving you mad. You moaned in agonizing anticipation, you wanted him to ravish you, but he was taking his time. Ville knew your ticks, he knew just how to keep you on the edge of climax the entire time so that when he finally pushed you over the finish line it would be explosive.
Deeper his tongue went, and your body was electrified. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he licked and kissed every part of you. Quickly flicking his tongue repeatedly over your clit your legs began to tremble and stiffen.
“Ffffuck…” you groaned, your orgasm creeping up on you.
His mouth enveloped you, like he was taking a bite out of the juiciest fruit and he wanted every drop of its sweet nectar. It was like he was making out with your pussy and it drove you crazy.
“God please just give it to me.” you groaned.
“Well I do love when you call me God...” he muttered egotistically, biting his lip and placing his tip at the entrance of you, but not before rubbing it gently over your swollen clit, causing your hips to buck with painful wanting. “Look at me.” he instructed, and you immediately obeyed, willing to do anything to feel him inside you. “Good girl.” he praised before slowly entering you. “I just wanted to see those pretty eyes as I slid my cock in.” he smirked, groaning as he pushed as deep as he could. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
“How bad?”
You didn’t answer, you just whined wanting to to be fucked hard. Ville grinned, knowing he was winning whatever competition he had with himself in his head.
Throwing both your legs over his shoulders he began rhythmically thrusting, you could both hear just how wet you were, and you could feel how rock solid he’d become from all of the foreplay. He couldn’t help but stare at your face, mouth agape as he slowly fucked you. Taking care to thrust right up against your spot, the one he had memorized that would take you just to the edge of orgasm before he’d back off, building the burning desire within you both. He edged you multiple times until it became too much, you removed your legs from over his shoulders to around his waist, locking your feet behind his back. You wanted him deep and hard and you wanted to cum all over him.
Ville grunted as confirmation that the message was received. He began thrusting harder and deeper, picking up the pace. At the point, the only sounds aside from your load moans was the crackling fire and the sound of your bodies slapping against each other and echoing off the walls.
Ville’s eyes were shut tight, breathing through clenched teeth as he methodically pushed you towards your climax while trying to keep his at bay. He was never particularly vocal, but the occasional slip of a delicate, agonized moan from him suddenly propelled you over the edge. Your legs stiffened and locked around his lower back, as your pussy vice-gripped around his dick. “God yes. Please don’t– don’t stop.” wave after wave of rapture coursed over your body. “Fuck! Oh my god, Ville, yes!” you screamed as your orgasm rippled through your entire body.
“Oh… oh fuck.” Ville grunted as his hips twitched, “I’m cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming.” his eyes shut tight, mouth agape, a single strangled moan escaped him as he filled you. His chest heaved and body shivered as he came down from the high and rolled off of you to the warm blanket. Lying flat on his back he regulated his breathing and you rolled into him, head lying on his chest. You could hear his heart pounding.
“I love you.” he breathed.
“I love you too.” you replied sleepily, your voice raspy from screaming.
“Our neighbors probably heard you.” he chuckled. “It’s just as well, they should know Ville Valo knows how to fuck properly.”
You rolled your eyes, “Of course you’d say something dumb like that.”
“Shall I grab the pillows and blankets from the bed? Make up a little nest here in front of the fire for us to sleep in?” Ville suggested. You nodded happily, staring into the fire. “And then round two?” he asked with a smile, kissing the top of your head. You nod even more enthusiastically, making him laugh. “Your wish is my command.” he kissed the top of your head once more before getting up, still naked.
Before he could pull his clothes back on, the lights flickered and turned back on.
“See? I told you it wouldn’t be long.” you teased.
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Shout out to my cousin being completely 😑😑😑 bc I was so delighted by the reindeer just casually walking through traffic in Rovaniemi, as if I don’t have my own herd of whitetail deer that are so ordinary I’m like 😑😑😑 (if not 🔪🔪🔪🔪) every time I see them.
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Then I think about the desi guy in a fancy car who rolled up to mr61below at a trailhead all “where can I see the wolves and moose and bears?? 😍😍😍” and my poor husband had to try to explain to him that you absolutely do not want to run into ANY of them while hiking, that if he really wants to see them, to go to the centers in Ely.
Like, this? Annoying, but not really that dangerous: lone black bears are usually easily run off with a stern ‘gwon, GIT!’ (And they really do need to be run off, bc if they learn that people aren’t scary, then they become absolute trash goblins, and they ARE smart enough to give zero fucks. If the DNR tries to relocate them, they’ll just follow the scent back to where they know they can get easy meals. Fuck every single person who thinks it’s ‘cute’ to feed them.)
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But this???? 110% terrifying. I flat out called my boss that I will not be coming to work until they leave on their own. She hung around all summer. This is the mama that charged me bc I tried to say ‘gwon, GIT!’ from the doorway, but her cubs went right up the tree next to the garage, she charged me, then stalked the yard for another 4 straight hours.
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The only thing scarier in my life was the time a bull moose charged us while blueberry picking.
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joostvision · 1 year ago
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IS just published an article about Käärijä's yearly earnings and he has made a lot less yearly than I do in Hesburger. The tabloids really tried to push the narrative that he's supposed to be rich as fuck but to me he's just as regular as he claims to be, plus whatever brand deals are thrown at him thanks to his fame now. Whatever apartment (sijoitusasunto) he owns is probably shared with some relative or an equivalent as he had made under 5000 euros a year from it at the most in the tax data the tabloids dug up.
Yes, he will probably be getting a dump of streaming money sometime this year but wasn't the whole apartment deal temporary? Haven't sportspeople given plots for houses since the dawn of time? Didn't Lordi get one too from Rovaniemi? Like actual property to own?
This whole "millionaire Käärijä" seems pulling drama out of nowhere because there isn't that much juicy dirt to dig up from him in the first place.
I never said that he's a millionaire, nobody can become one in such a short time, but I really thought that he is living wealthy due to media and articles about him. The deal was for a year. And I don't know about Lordi, if that's true it's bullshit too. In my views it's just not very cool, as people really suffer from poverty and we favour one person who most likely can afford the rent himself.
Idk how much a monthly rent in Vantaa is, but let's say it's 1000€ month. It's 12000€ in a year. What if instead of that we put the money to help the poor, like offer more food aid, maybe you could brand it the "käärijä-kassi" to give for the poor (like our ruoka-apu kassi but with his brand on it) or something if they want to do something to honour him. Idk, I am struggling to get my point through as my brain can't think in english today.
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izpira-se-zlato · 11 months ago
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Rovaniemi, Half Moon Night Club 09.12.23
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dynamischreisen · 4 months ago
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Max, Skandinavien, Tag 7
Der Weihnachtsmann wohnt in Spanien
Heute begann, wie gestern endete. Zelt auf, Max raus, Zelt zu, Auto. Atmen. Schimpansen-Moves auspacken, Mücken-Krieg, Vollgas geben, Fenster runter, Mücken raus, Fenster hoch. Puh.
Fuck. Schimpanse, Fenster wieder runter, Mücken kloppen, Fenster hoch.
Geschafft.
Eine tolle morgendliche Aktivierungsübung, die sich die Highperformer dieser Welt gerne abgucken dürfen.
So hatten wir aber auch die Motivation, uns möglichst schnell in den nahegelegenen Nationalpark zu begeben, um unter viel Gefuchtel mit den Armen stets in Bewegung zu bleiben. Wir gingen einen Rund-Trail am Fuße eines Berges mit einem eigenen kleinen Canyon. Im Sumpfgebiet. Schlau, ne? Das fiel uns dann auch auf. Insgesamt sollten wir aber weitgehend verschont bleiben. Tiere gab es neben den verfluchten Mücken leider keine zu sehen, aber für unsere Ziele die über Rentiere hinaus gehen bleibt uns ja auch noch etwas Zeit.
Klar war spätestens jetzt, dass Lappland uns besiegt hatte und es weiter nach Süden gehen musste. Also tippten wir Rovaniemi in unser Navi ein. Ich bestand allerdings auf einen Zwischenstopp: das Weihnachtsmanndorf, knapp nördlich unseres nächsten Zwischenziels. Dort gab es in meiner Vorstellung alles, was irgendetwas mit Weihnachten zu tun hat und lustig-beschissen ist. Und Junge, sollte ich damit Recht behalten! Aufgemacht wie diese Outlet-Dörfer, nur etwas liebloser in einem weitgehend osteuropäischen Stil war dieses Kaff mitten an der Hauptstraße aus dem Boden gestampft worden. Es gab unfassbar beschissene Dinge zu unfassbaren Preisen zu kaufen. Das Highlight der Komsumhölle: die Markierung des nördlichen Polarkreises, die auf dem Boden zu finden ist, auf dem Touris wild umherhüpfen können. Schade, dass der tatsächliche Polarkreis gar nicht mehr dort liegt, sondern seit Errichtung des Kaffs aufgrund der Nutation der Erdachse bereits 120 Meter nach Norden gewandert ist. Als ich dann in den Raum des lebendigen Weihnachtsmanns ging, war sein Thron allerdings nicht besetzt. Wahrscheinlich war er gerade rauchen oder so. Vielleicht, und das hoffe ich für ihn, wohnt er aber gar nicht dort, sondern, wie alle niederländischen Kinder wissen, einfach in Spanien.
Rovaniemi dann war äußerst unspektakulär. Kein Wunder, die Deutschen haben diesen Ort im zweiten Weltkrieg dem Erdboden gleich gemacht und was das für ein Stadtbild bedeutet, weiß man als ahler Kasselaner nur zu gut.
Spontan entschieden wir, nach Oulu weiter zu fahren, ohne jemals von diesem Ort gehört zu haben. Was wir herausfanden: am Strand gibt es kostenlose, frei zugängliche warme Duschen. Man, taten die gut nach all den Strapazen. Wiedermal wurde uns verdeutlicht, wie weit zivilisierte Staaten der BRD voraus sind, wenn es gepflegte frei zugängliche Duschen mitten in der Stadt gibt. Von öffentlichen, kostenlosen Toiletten überall und dem Jedermannsrecht mag ich hier gar nicht anfangen.
Wider Erwarten sollten wir aber auch darüber hinaus einen großartigen Abend in Oulu haben! Es gibt einen wunderschönen Strand, mit Leuchtturm, Bolzpläzen, feinem Sand, einem Bademeisterhäuschen, das es mir besonders angetan hat und zu allem Überfluss noch einem wundervollem Sonnenuntergang. Und trotz dessen dass ich Stränden bekanntlich eher kritisch gegenüber stehe, war ich begeistert von den Möglichkeiten. Wir haben gekickt, Boule gespielt und die beiden Nerds haben einen Geocach gemacht. Jetzt liege ich in einem kleinen Wald zwischen Fluss und Meer und freue mich drauf morgen zu sehen, was es hier noch alles zu entdecken gibt. Mit nicht einem neuen Stich.
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swedishtrickster · 1 year ago
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Jumping on the bandwagon inspired by this post
Asså om nån jävel kommit fram till mig för ett år sen och sagt "Bees, du kommer att spendera allt för jävla mycket pengar på att se en finsk rappare i fucking POTTFRISYR spela i Stockholm, Glasgow, London OCH JÄVLA ROVANIEMI AV ALLA STÄLLEN" så hade jag ju fan trott att de var helt jävla hullu.
Men nu är vi här och satan i gatan att jag ändå är gode glad över det.
Inte fan trodde jag att min besatthet med Melodifestivalen och ESC skulle leda till det här, jag har ju kollat på det dravlet sen 1999 och på fucking TJUGOTRE ÅR har jag aldrig fastnat för en artist i dessa tävlingar som jag fastnat för den här idioten (/affectionate)
Scennärvaro, charisma, tar sig själv inte på för stort allvar samtidigt som han tar vad han faktiskt gör på scen och med musiken på precis så stort allvar som han tycker det förtjänar och jääääääävlar vilken frisk fläkt han för med sig. Han får stora shower att verka intima och små shower att verka större än vad de faktiskt är.
På en personlig nivå har min sommar varit sjukt jävla kämpig och jag har på rikt då och då kännt att jag bara vill krypa under täcket och ge upp med allt. Men så på med like Välikuolema, ROK ROK (tack för den stavningen Jesse), Hirttää Kiinni, och Koppi Tules (i den ordningen) så är det som att min hjärna resettar och jag hittar lite mer ork för att ta itu med skiten som hopar sig.
Nu sitter jag och tragglar den finska som jag fascinerades av som barn, snackar med nya vänner online, och är långt mycket gladare än i början på året, allt på grund av Jere från Vantaa. Kiitos, grabben. Ibland undrar jag hur fan du är funtad, men ingen av oss skulle vilja att du var något annat än ditt genuina jag. <3
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casquecest · 2 years ago
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Oh, fuck: the temperatures of the places I've yet to visit have dropped 20°F since I looked at the forecast yesterday.
I only brought the thermal pants for Rovaniemi cause I thought it was going to be in the 30s, while everywhere else was in the 40s and 50s, but now RVN's forecasted below 20° while I'm there, and Tallinn and Helsinki are in the 30s. Wicked glad I have them, and while I reckon I've sweaters and undershirts enough, a hoodie probably wouldn't go amiss, as my long winter coat is a pain in the ass to do up.
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xtruss · 10 months ago
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Rovaniemi, Finland 🇫🇮!
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Cheshire, UK 🇬🇧!
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Cricklade, UK 🇬🇧! A rainbow rises over flooded fields after the rivers Thames and Churn burst their banks in western England after Storm Henk brought strong winds and heavy rain to much of the country. Photograph: Adrian Dennis/AFP/Getty Images
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Central Gaza, Occupied Palestine 🇵🇸! The Crimes of the Bastard Child of the United States and the West, the Illegal Regime of God’s Fucked-up Terrorist Zionist Cunts, Isra-hell. Buildings destroyed by Terrorist Isra-helli bombardment in Gaza Strip, Photographed from across the border in southern Isra-hell Illegal Regime. Photograph: Jack Guez/AFP/Getty Images
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Genocide of Innocent Palestinians! Arura, West Bank, Occupied Palestine 🇵🇸! Aisha, the mother of Saleh al-Arouri, holds a picture of him at the family home in the occupied West Bank. Arouri, one of Hamas’s most senior officials, was killed this week in an Israeli drone strike in Beirut that threatens a dangerous escalation of Israel’s war against Hamas, the Freedom Fighters. Photograph: Jaafar Ashtiyeh/AFP/Getty Images
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