Introducing.. 70s LEE MYUNG-GI ( Bf Reveal )
introducing.. 70s LEE MYUNG-GI ( bf reveal )
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Omg thank you sm the new episode left me queezy ima pretend I didn’t watch ts
LOCHLAN SMUT PLEASEEE everything im seeing is so fluffy but we all saw the way he kisses so um 👀
PINKY PROMISE
lochlan ratliff and reader smut
The boat sways gently beneath you, the ocean stretching endlessly into the dark. Everything feels too much, the soft hum of waves, the distant laughter below deck, the warmth of your skin against the cool night air. You’ve never done drugs before, and now you’re out of your mind, your senses cranked up to a hundred. You can feel everything. The way the wind grazes your arms, the rough texture of the boat’s carpet beneath you, the erratic thudding of your own heart.
Lochlan sits across from you, legs crossed, his fingertips trailing absentmindedly over the floor. His pupils are blown, his lips parted like he’s trying to catch his breath even though he hasn’t been running. You’re hugging your knees to your chest, trying to steady yourself, but you can’t. You’re both too aware, and it’s making you jittery.
It’s not like everyone else. They’d crashed a while ago, scattered below deck, passed out in a tangle of limbs and abandoned drinks. But you and Lochlan? You’re still here. Stuck in this hyper-aware, touch-starved limbo.
You try to distract yourself, rambling about the game earlier, how ridiculous it was, how terrifying it felt in the moment. Lochlan listens, a lazy smirk on his face, nodding along as you giggle.
“You practically made out with Saxon,” you tease, nudging his knee with your foot.
He groans, rolling his eyes, shaking his head like he can’t believe you’re bringing it up. “That was barely making out.”
You laugh harder than you should, breathless and lightheaded. It feels like you can’t stop. It’s like everything is funny right now.
Lochlan chuckles too, but then his laughter fades, his smile lingering but different now. A little tense. A little hesitant.
You’re still giggling to yourself when he finally speaks.
“Saxon kissed you.”
Your breath catches slightly.
“He was practically trying to eat you,” he adds, and his voice is teasing, but there’s something else beneath it. Something unreadable.
Your stomach twists.
“Yeah,” you mumble, pressing your cheek against your knee. “It was… weird.”
He watches you carefully.
You exhale, licking your lips. “Like, it was rough.” You frown slightly, trying to piece together the right words. “Like I had to force myself to like it.”
Lochlan’s fingers flex slightly on the carpet. His knee bounces once before stopping.
Then he says, “I could do a better job than that.”
Your head snaps toward him, eyes wide, before you burst into laughter. You’re convinced he’s joking.
But he doesn’t laugh.
He just looks at you, waiting.
Your smile falters slightly, your heart hammering against your ribs. You try to play it off, voice wobbly as you tease, “You don’t have any experience.”
He smirks a little. “I wouldn’t try to swallow you.”
That warmth in your stomach spreads, creeping up your neck. The boat sways gently, and suddenly, you feel weightless.
“Can I try?” he asks, voice softer this time.
You don’t say yes.
You don’t say no, either.
And he doesn’t know what that means, so he just leans in.
Your breath stutters, but you don’t move away.
At first, it’s just a peck, soft and fleeting. He pulls back, grinning like this is the funniest thing in the world, but you’re not laughing.
He notices.
This time when he leans back in, it’s different.
His lips press into yours again, slow and unsure but eager, and you kiss him back, tentatively at first. He exhales through his nose like he’s relieved, like he wasn’t sure if you’d kiss him back at all. His hands slide down your back, hesitating before settling on your hips.
It’s awkward and clumsy and neither of you care.
You rest your hands on his shoulders, unsure, barely touching, until he presses forward, his weight gently easing you onto the carpet. Your back meets the floor, and then he’s above you, hovering, breath shaky, eyes locked on yours.
The world around you fades, the ocean, the boat, the distant murmurs from below deck.
Just you. Just him.
His lips find yours again, and this time it’s deeper. Slow. Uncertain. His hands tighten on your waist, then drift lower, settling just above your thighs like he’s testing the waters.
You exhale sharply against his mouth, gripping his shoulders tighter. He tilts his head, pressing closer, and your stomach flips, heat coiling low in your belly.
The touches are hesitant, inexperienced, but it doesn’t matter.
As you and Lochlan's kiss deepened, you felt something inside you ignite, an ache that spread through your body, demanding attention, demanding satisfaction. You pushed yourself up, your chests pressing against each other, and Lochlan's hands instinctively slid down to your hips, gripping you tightly, anchoring you to him.
You could feel his need, matching your own, as he pulled you closer, his body molding against yours, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. You moved together, the kiss growing more urgent, more desperate. Lochlan's fingers dug into your skin, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins.
Lochlan’s breath was uneven, his forehead barely brushing against yours as he hovered over you. The moonlight reflected off the water, painting shifting silver patterns across his skin. His lips were pink and kiss-swollen, his pupils dark and blown wide.
He wasn’t trying to be rough, it didn’t suit him. But there was something different in the way he touched you now. A little more sure of himself, a little more desperate. His hands traced tentative patterns down your sides, warm and steady, but there was an urgency to the way he kissed you, like he was trying to memorize the way you felt beneath him.
Your heart pounded so hard it nearly drowned out the waves lapping against the boat. You gasped softly when his fingers skimmed under the waistband of your bikini bottoms, not entirely pushing, just testing. Your hand instinctively closed around his wrist, stopping him.
Lochlan froze. His breath hitched, and he pulled back just enough to search your face, eyes flicking between yours, afraid he’d pushed too far.
“I—” he started, voice rough, but you shook your head quickly.
“It’s not that,” you whispered, though you weren’t even sure what that was. “You just…you donn’t know what you’re doing. Not really.” And the thought sent a nervous chill down your spine, despite the heat between you.
Lochlan let out a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah? Well, neither do you.”
You squinted at him, narrowing your eyes, and he smirked, soft, teasing, almost offended.
“Please…” His voice dropped, quiet and pleading. “Lemme try. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
You hesitated, searching his face for any hint of doubt, but there was none. Just Lochlan. Just the boy who had spent the whole night laughing with you, the boy who looked at you like you were something delicate and precious, even as his hands trembled slightly against your skin.
Finally, you nodded.
His lips parted slightly, exhaling in quiet relief. But before he could do anything, you grabbed his face between your hands, making sure he was looking right at you.
“You can’t tell anyone,” you whispered, voice firm despite the way it wavered at the edges. “I mean it. No matter how much Saxon gets in your head, you can’t spill.”
Lochlan’s brows furrowed. “Saxon doesn’t get in my head.”
You tilted your head, unconvinced. “Promise me.”
Something flickered behind his eyes before he sighed, holding out his pinky. “I won’t tell. Pinky promise.”
You hesitated for half a second before wrapping your pinky around his.
The moment you did, he pressed you back down against the soft, warm deck, lips crashing onto yours again, filled with a new kind of urgency. His fingers dipped under your waistband, dragging your swim bottoms down just enough for him to kiss along your stomach, slow and reverent, like he was worshiping you.
You feel his hands on your bikini bottoms, pulling it down slowly, giving you the opportunity to stop him if you want to. But you remain motionless, staring at the ceiling, silently granting him permission to continue.
As the fabric slides down your legs, you sense his eyes drinking in the sight of your exposed skin. He lets out a barely audible breath, his voice a husky whisper that seems to vibrate against your flesh.
With deliberate care, he lifts your legs, draping them over his shoulders. The position is intimate, vulnerable, and you feel a flutter of trepidation mixed with excitement. You're not sure where this is headed, but you trust him enough to follow wherever he leads.
His fingers brush against your inner thighs, the light touch sending shivers down your spine. You hold your breath, anticipating what might come next. Instead of plunging ahead, he parts your legs the slightest bit, as if savoring the taste of uncertainty.
Then, without warning, his face descends, his breath hot against your core. You gasp, your body tensing reflexively, but he continues undeterred,he moves closer and presses a feather-light kiss against your clit. The sensation is electric, and you can't help but clamp your thighs around his head, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment washing over you.
"Ow," he murmurs, his voice muffled by your grip. "Sorry," you whisper.
He returns between your thighs, his tongue gliding over your slick folds in long, languid strokes. Each pass sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your hips twitching involuntarily in response. Your fingers thread through his hair, holding him close, unsure whether to guide him or not.
As he works, his nose occasionally brushes against your clit, the slight friction adding another layer of pleasure. Your moans grow louder, more urgent, your body beginning to quake with the approaching climax.
His movements become more insistent, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every hidden crevice. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind foggy with the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through your veins.
Suddenly, a particularly skilled lick sends you over the edge. A strangled cry tears from your throat as your body seizes, convulsing in your orgasm. Your hand flies to your mouth, muffling the sound as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.
When you start to relax, you release your death grip on his hair, panting heavily. He looks up at you, mouth wide curled into a shocked smile and he laughs at the sound you made. Without warning, he peppers your thigh with soft kisses.
Irritation flickers across your features as he laughs at your post-orgasmic vulnerability. You shove his forehead half-heartedly, trying to hide the pure utter embarrassment in your face. He catches your wrist, his grip gentle but firm, and presses a tender kiss to your palm.
Satisfied with the gesture, you relax into the carpet, the cool fibers a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from your skin.
With a contented sigh, he reaches over to gently tug your bikini bottoms back into place, covering your still-sensitive flesh.
He lays beside you on his back quietly. The both of you breathing heavily but at different paces, chests rising up and down at different times. Not even looking at you. And you not looking at him. Almost trying to see if you regret what you had just done.
Neither of you speaks, content to drown in the aftermath of your shared experience. Eventually, you both turn to face each other, exchanging smiles.
Breaking the silence, you both erupt in laughter.
sorry this is so long but this was my first time writing smut and I was feeling like Shakespeare.. I got a lot of requests and I’m trying to do them all in a short span of time..
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how.. 70s STONER NATE listens to music
Nate has a vintage record player that he found at a garage sale and somehow fixed (with a little duct tape and good vibes).
He’s all about listening to albums start to finish—he insists that skipping tracks ruins the experience.
His favorite activity is lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, and letting the music “carry him away.”
Nate’s Record Collection
Top Shelf Favorites:
Pink Floyd – The Dark Side of the Moon (his prized possession)
Miles Davis – Kind of Blue (always the go-to for chill sessions)
John Coltrane – A Love Supreme (he calls it “life-changing”)
Led Zeppelin – IV
The Grateful Dead – American Beauty
Hidden Gems:
Sun Ra – Cosmic Tones for Mental Therapy (he insists it’s “out of this world, literally”)
Herbie Hancock – Head Hunters
Charles Mingus – The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady
Steely Dan – Aja (he calls it “funky brain fuel”)
Obscure Finds from Record Store Digs:
Captain Beefheart – Trout Mask Replica (he doesn’t fully “get it” but pretends he does because it’s cool)
King Crimson – In the Court of the Crimson King
Mahavishnu Orchestra – Inner Mounting Flame (he got into it because it “sounds like jazz on acid”)
Occasional Guilty Pleasure:
Bob Marley and the Wailers – Legend (he breaks it out for summer bonfires and insists it’s a vibe every time).
this boy knows music.
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don't say that abt saxon pleasEE don't need to get ideas in my head rn. i get why he feels disgusted n all that but it doesn't need to end on suicide 😭😭 they were on drugs n drunk as fuck
Your right bae let me not put that in the air rn. But that’s not the craziest solution to his problem 😭🙏🏽 I wouldn’t be surprised if it was him airing the whole place out in episode one
i’m not tryna start anything BUTTTT the slushynoobz fandom on tiktok is starting to get annoying as fuck. Like omg can we liveee what happened to us being in peace. like someone old ass bitch always got something to say abt new fans like who even gaf. like im most saying don’t call out people for just being a fucking weirdo, but like they call out people for the most dumbest shit ever. for example people got problems with teenagers so called “thirsting” over hamzah. LIKE DAMN BITCH HE IS ONE SEXY BITCH of course he gonna have people thirst over him (including me tf). all they saw is new gens this new gen’s that. i don’t know if this makes sense on what im trying to say. but thanks for listening to my ted talk🥰🥰🥰
rest in peace angel 🤍
your telling me they’d rather do the whole tour again than just make long/better videos for EVERYONE to enjoy? And the way they’re setting it up it’s genuinely just sounds like this could’ve been put into a live stream but nah let’s do a whole fucking tour at the same fucking place with probably the same fucking people and make it super fucking expensive so we can make more money off all the 14-16 year olds attending. And for everyone at home you get shitty videos and weak ass vlogs yayyy!!! Like bffr and there videos are already getting worse and worse in my opinion like they’re not as entertaining so just put energy into something like the podcasts or genuine good long videos. but ig rent must be high. I was so excited for the announcement I was expecting the podcast to come back😭
You can’t convince me that Saxon doesn’t have a thing for cute toes.. he’s a whore for white and pink just trust me🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
I have 4 fics in the works rn and idk if I’m gonna post two tmrw but I do know tmrw im posting a Valentine’s Day one for hamzah and Chris. Saturday I’m posting Hamzah dating hcs and warriors part 3. Sunday hamzah meeting your family fic and a third part for Frosted Flakes. Honestly things might change because I always think of other shit and write for it but tmrw is definitely Chris and hamzah valentine’s special
💬 Just a Small Update, and a Big Thank You
Dear friends, kind hearts, and everyone who has stood with us,
When I first opened my heart to the world and shared our story, I never imagined the amount of love and solidarity we would receive. Thanks to your incredible support, we’ve now reached $12,837—a milestone that brings real light to some very dark days.
From the deepest corners of my heart, thank you.
💔 A Journey of Loss, but Also of Strength
As many of you know, I’ve lost 25 of my loved ones during this devastating war. That grief lives with me every single day. It’s in the silence that once held laughter, in the empty spaces where we once gathered as a family.
But through your help, I’ve also felt something else: hope. And that hope is priceless.
“21/Oct/2023 Before It Reached Us: The Day Our Neighbor’s House Was Destroyed” A quiet moment of fear, filmed just before everything changed.
“22/Oct/2023 The Morning After: Our Family Home in Ruins” This is what was left behind after the bombing of our home.
🌿 What Life Looks Like for Us Now
Despite everything, we’re still here. Still surviving. Still hoping.
But things have only gotten harder.
The war has returned, more brutal than before—and for over a month now, Gaza has been completely sealed off. No food is coming in. No medical supplies. No aid. No trade. No one is allowed to leave, and no one is allowed to enter.
We’re trapped.
🏚 We live with the fear of tomorrow, every single day. Airstrikes, drones, and the uncertainty of what might happen next. 👨👩👧 Our family is forever changed—we haven’t just lost people; we’ve lost pieces of ourselves. 📉 Basic needs go unmet—even clean water feels like a luxury now. Medicines, if they exist at all, are unreachable.
And yet…
Your support reminds us that we’re not forgotten. It reminds us that someone, somewhere, is still listening. That someone still cares. That we’re not completely alone in this.
Every message. Every share. Every dollar. It tells us: You’re walking this road with us. And that gives us the strength to keep going.
💖 What You Can Do
If you’ve already donated—thank you beyond words. If you can share our story again, it could reach someone who can help.
Even $5 means warmth, comfort, and a chance to breathe a little easier.
✨ Why It All Matters
This isn’t just about reaching a fundraising goal. It’s about surviving war with dignity. It’s about believing in tomorrow. It’s about making sure my daughter grows up knowing that the world did not look away.
Thank you for your kindness, patience, and belief in our humanity. You’ve helped me find my voice—and I will use it to keep hope alive.
🙏 From the Heart: A Quiet Apology
There’s something I need to say—something that’s been on my heart for some time.
When I first began sharing our story, I didn’t know what the right way was. I was scared, grieving, and trying to protect my family in any way I could. I reached out to many people, hoping someone, anyone, would see us. In that process, I now realize I may have overstepped, and I might have made some feel overwhelmed.
If that happened, I am truly sorry.
Please believe me when I say it was never out of disregard or pushiness. It came from a place of fear—fear of being forgotten, fear of not being able to keep my family safe, fear of watching everything I love slip away in silence.
I’m learning as I go. I’ve slowed down. I’m more mindful now, trying to share our journey in a way that feels respectful of the space and hearts of those listening.
If my words ever came at the wrong time, or in the wrong way, I hope you can understand where they came from—and I hope you can forgive me.
Thank you for seeing past my mistakes. Thank you for still being here. It means more than I can ever explain.
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