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Yeah?, Felix had replied, hand on Jisung’s long brown curls, round glasses on the tip of their nose, half a smirk on their lips. Then eat mommy out like you mean it.
Really, they had dug their own grave.
- or, the one where Jisung is too obsessed with eating Felix out.
(title from i'm yours, by Isabel LaRosa - alternatively, "I need something more / I pray to the Lord")
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- Part 2 of lesbian jilix.
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Moving upwards, Jisung kisses Felix again, a bit slower this time, more emotional, because he needs them to know that he knows. To love is to see. When Jisung pulls back, Felix is blinking up at him, eyes twinkling with a thousand constellations. They smile, softly, because yes - they know. To be loved is to be seen.
or, the one where lesbian stoner jisung and mean fem felix are high on their love for each other (and also on Seungmin's weed).
(title from Pussy is God, by King Princess - alternatively, “your pussy is God, and you know / I think you're so cute when you get high”)
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- Part 1 of lesbian jilix.
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For a moment, a split second, Jeongguk considered turning back. Considered walking right out of that depressing bathroom and taking the first person he saw home for the night. Maybe then, he'd be able to move on from Taehyung. Maybe then, he'd be free from the stupid strings attaching him so deeply to the older.
But then, his eyes shifted - finding Taehyung with his back to him, looking an old looking mirror, chipped at corners, while reapplying his signature red lipstick in such an entrancing way Jeongguk physically felt all his moving on plans going down the toilet.
Because how the fuck do you move on from someone like Kim Taehyung?
(You don't).
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and when I'm with you I turn all shades of pink by tkfics
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
31 Aug 2020
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He glanced at the available seat next to the boy, before looking at Jeongguk again. “Mind if I sit next to you?” He asked, pointing to the empty chair.
That earned him an eyebrow raise, the closest to an actual reaction Taehyung had seen from him, and he stored that in his mind as a win.
“Why?”
He gave the younger a small shrug.
“Why not?”
or, in which light witch taehyung tries to befriend dark witch jeongguk, not realizing that their relationship would bloom into so much more.
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"Are you going to hurt me?" Jisung whispers, voice shaky.
Minho looks down at him. His eyes are big and dark like the two barrels of a shotgun.
"No," Minho whispers back. He slowly swipes a thumb across Jisung's cheek. "I have no reason to."
It's the first thing he's said in weeks.
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minho's got company, for the first time in a while.
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“Jisu,” a voice says, from the other side. Jisu startles and turns a full 180 degrees to meet the sight of Minhee with an unlit cigarette in between her lips.
“You remember me?”
“Of course, darling. Who could forget a face like that?” Minhee asks with a little smile that makes Jisu’s heart stutter.
OR: Jisu meets this girl, and she can’t get her out of her head, so she listens to her heart instead.
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Minho was never born to be king; he was second in line to the throne, behind his older brother, Eunwoo. He never minded, knowing he could never rule as well as his brother. He didn't understand the hierarchical laws that kept him isolated from the other children in the palace or why he was forced to attend king lessons, constantly reminded of his duties to his country when he would never rule.
He was royalty, expected to uphold the laws of the land. But what happens when he meets Jisung, the garden boy he is forbidden to fall in love with?
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Half an hour in, Jisung’s nose picks up the aromas lingering around the room again. Minho's scent envelops all of his senses, eases the pain in his lower back and the headache pounding at the front of his brain. When he looks at Minho again, the patches on his neck are still plastered over his skin, but he’s missing the one on his right wrist.
Comfort wraps around him and settles in the lining of his muscles, the tissue of his bones. He’s so drowsy, Jisung feels like drifting off and curling around himself to hopefully catch up on his missing hours of sleep, but he has to work, he has to talk with Minho and–
“Sleep, Jisungie. I’ll work on this, okay? It’s my field. You rest for a bit.”
or; Jisung can't sleep. But then he pairs up with Minho for a school project, and his whole world shifts around him.
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Jisung sighs, dropping his hands but not meeting Chan’s eyes when he says, “It’s just— well. I like to, you know— finger myself when I get off.” He rushes through that part, spitting the words out quick like it’ll make them disappear faster. “And I guess I could just— you know— touch my dick, but— ahh, I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Jisung groans, pinching his eyes shut.
“I could do it.”
Jisung is on his period. Chan just wants to help.