#ccjinri

[cctaehyung]

kim dahyun, kim “ricky” taehyung, and choi “lilith” jinri as the powerpuffs!

sugar, spice, and everything nice: these were the ingredients chosen to create the perfect little girls friends. but professor utonium accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction... CHEMICAL X. thus the powerpuffs girls were born. using their ultra-superpowers, blossom, bubbles, and buttercup have dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil.

( @ccdahyun & @ccjinri ) 

[ccxjimin]

As a stripper, greasy take out was not the best thing for his carefully maintained body. As Park Jimin, best friend of Jinri (affectionately dubbed JinJim by themselves) greasy take out was a much needed staple of their once a month, all out, girl night extreme bash bonanza. 

The name had been argued over. 

He was already sporting a look very different from his usual stripper chic, in just a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Jimin looked every bit normal and not someone her neighbors needed to stare at this time as he knocked on her door. 

Although, just because he looked normal on her doorstep for once, didn’t mean he wasn’t going to open his mouth and spoil his nice boy illusion. He was Park Jimin after all. 

“Jinri baby!” He whooped, loud and obnoxious, knuckles rattling on her door insistently. “Open up! It’s your favorite stripper!” 

@ccjinri

[ccxjin-blog]

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) + my credit card

“there are other places where i can swipe it, if you know what i mean.”

[ccxjin-blog]

{ black water.mp3

@ccjinri

judgment doesn’t get nightmares; usually, he is the stuff they’re made out of. but they stumble in and it feels like the weight of the world pulling him down and tearing him apart and he lands right on top of jinri. it’s all he can do to keep from crushing her under his weight, and he sheathes his blade and swallows the blood and bile sitting at the back of his mouth.

“jinri.” 

his palm touches her face; he gets off of her, kneels beside her to inspect the damage more and -- 

“oh. oh no.” she’s bleeding. when mortals bleed they die and she looks so pale and -- he has to touch her face, bloodied hand and all, and tries to keep his palm from shaking. every second here is a severance, another entrapment away from his mortal. “jinri.” he brushes her hair out of her face, tries to shake her shoulders and wake her up. he has nothing to stop the bleeding. what if -- “jinri. please.” ( his hands aren’t the only things shaking. ) “jinri. wake up.” he pauses, and swallows more blood, and ignores the ache deep in his muscles. she’s hurt. jinri is hurt. his mortal his captor his -- “jinri. please. c’mon --,”

[ccxjin-blog]

{ i will follow you into the dark.mp3 / ii

{ tw : blood } 

it’s the girl, out of all people, who reminds him of who he is. he will not admit that it is her who saves him, too: an undeserved act. ghosts cannot harm the living, and with his sword he fells his own past, and it burns, and takes everything he has in him with it. he falls to his knees with more injuries than he’s ever known, and there’s an emptiness behind his back.

he has no time to mourn himself. once the ringing stops in his ears and the throbbing is pushed to the back of his mind he realises that it’s become much louder, that there are screams and humans and a kind of burning that touches everyone. the wickedness of the familiar creeps at his feet and out of habit he tries to fly away. 

jinri --

pain cuts through this singular thought, and the strain he puts on muscles that no longer exist makes him yell out and forces him to rest his weight on a blade on its dimming embers, flickering, and igniting, responsive to its (true) master’s power. 

crimson and gold swim together at his back, dripping where he walks: the red carpet walked in reverse. it trails behind him, stains him again ( except it’s his own this time, and not someone else’s ) and his head swims with only a single name coming up for air again and again. he follows where his senses drag him towards ( all roads lead back to her ), and he sees her just in time to see her fall to delusions and tricks. 

“no,” he finds himself saying, again and again until he finds himself more focused on catching her before she falls into it; an echo of the weights dragging down his limbs, keeping him from moving fast enough. beyond her, he sees a friend, and looks to him, but his hands are already reaching. he slips at the last minute, dislocated shoulder hitting the ground, and still --

she’s half-gone.

he scrambles to his knees, to his feet, one hand on his flickering blade, and the other --

by some miracle he reaches her hand as the darkness takes her, and he cannot is not strong enough anymore to pull her out. he looks to his friend again, and opens his mouth to ask for help, but --

he’s too close to it, and his previous victory doesn’t matter when the thick blackness is already creeping up his arms, aching and burning and swallowing a battle cry from his open mouth and his tired lungs. it’s his bones crunching and his wounds deepening and still he holds onto her, following her screaming and fighting into the dark.

[ccyoongi-blog]

@ccjinri:

( SNS ⌲ YOONGI !!🌙 )

SENT ➡  ?? huh SENT ➡ i mean, of course there will always be evil in the world.. SENT ➡ but that’s why we’re here, to make a difference no matter how small SENT ➡ not all cards are bad, and monsters come in many forms yoongs SENT ➡ don’t worry about it, i get it SENT ➡ sometimes the world can get awfully heavy to carry, and that’s okay

(sms: jinri) hmm (sms: jinri) you sound like my sister hah (sms: jinri) i mean i guess. its just  (sms: jinri) tiring i guess. it makes me wonder if its ever gonna end? (sms: jinri) it’s been two years already and these cards and monsters keep showing up no matter what you do (sms: jinri) when are our vacations hahaha should get at least 20 days off

[ccxjimin]

gimme a kiss x2

pucker up: closed (▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)

1. Hot, Steamy kiss 

It started out innocent enough (well, as innocent as it can get when you’re stripping down to bare it all to someone.) 

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen a true strip show.” Jimin scoffed, sprawled out spread eagle on Jinri’s bed as he watched her mill about the room. 

And that was how they ended up here-- both stripped down to almost nothing. Jimin had a hand down his bright blue neon briefs and there was some kind of Rihanna playing in the background. 

It really did start off innocent, Jimin playing all sweet and smooth easy, popping the buttons on his shirt slowly and sliding it off his shoulders with dark eyes and hips rolling slowly, the fabric hits the floor silently. His jeans were riding way too low on his hips and with just a tug there was no doubt they’d be down, but he didn’t because Jimin knew how to play this game and he knew exactly how to work anyone up. 

Jinri was no different. 

It started off as innocent curiosity, but now Jimin was kneeling with one knee on the bed hand shoved down his briefs and fingers wrapped around his cock. But he wasn’t the only one too far gone-- just a little more obvious, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t change it. 

“Don’t be shy. It’s not like I haven’t seen a naked girl before--” He teased when her hand paused in it’s decent down as he spread her thighs and settled between them. And that was that. 

It was a little less innocent now, Jimin leaning back on one hand, fingers wrapped around his cock as he didn’t dare look away from how her dress has been flipped up, panties thrown somewhere or other and her own fingers pressed into herself and fuck, was it hot.

“God--” she gasped, cutting a glance to Jimin and he wasn't shy at all with his approving groan, hips jerking messily into his own fist. But there was only so much he could take. 

When the twitch in Jinri’s faltered not one, but twice, it was an obvious sign that had the dancer hunching over her, lips looking for hers as he mumbled, “Let me. I wanna feel you cum around my fingers.” She didn’t put up an argument, only letting him go as he pleased, slick fingers gripping his arm as he easily slid two then three fingers into her, groaning into her mouth at the wet heat and god, he could probably come from the desperate whine he fed her right there. 

But instead she just returns the favor and he can barely register the fingers wrapping around him, matching in time with his pumping fingers and this is obviously why people because strippers. For the hot sex. It was all clear now. 

“Jimin-- Jimin, I’m gonna... ah--” 

“Mm, go ahead. C’mon. Cum for me, Jinri.” He crooked his fingers up in her a little, relishing in her desperate whines.

And then that was all it took for her to be finished-- for her to dissolve into a needy shake and pitiful moans that he absolutely ate up. 

Another minute and he was grunting into her shoulder, meeting his end too at her hand as his hips jerked messily, pleasing tingles racing through him. 

It was a little more innocent now, Jimin sitting on her bed in nothing but his underwear, terribly belting out the lyrics (or they were just bables. who knows) to yet another Rihanna song as Jinri was milling about her room again and all was calm and nice, and stated. 

Until skin met skin in a harsh slap to his shoulder. and Jimin was yelping and jolting up. 

“You got cum on my dress. Asshole.” 

[ccxjimin]

I want the k , so much obliged

pucker up: closed ಥ_ಥ

5. Firm kiss 

The  music was way too loud and Jimin was positive that he wasn’t allowed behind the counter, but Jinri has closed up the shop just for him. (Well, probably not just for him. There was no one coming in anyways so it’s not like she couldn’t close up early even if it was a 24-hour dinner, but that beside the point.) 

“This is what you get for jumping over the counter, you dumbass.” 

“Oh my god!” Jimin threw his hands up, sitting back on his heels. “I’m sorry, okay! I was just trying to be all James Dean cool! Give me a break.” 

“No! You spilled your drink everywhere.” 

Jimin couldn’t even argue. Trying to slide over the shiny countertops in an attempt to pull off the perfect bad boy look (to go along with the grease song playing over the speaking of the dinner or course,) he had knocked his elbow into his cup and sent it tumbling behind the counter, spilling pop everywhere. 

The pair sat for another minute, trying to mop up the puddle quickly seeping under the counter and into the cracks of the tile before he sat back again. 

“Have you ever made out with anyone back here?” 

Jinri slowly stopped her mopping of the water and dropped the sopping towel with a splat. It was a lost cause. They were just going to have to mop up the mess or else the floor would just be an awful sticky mess. The look she fixed him with was scathing and downright judgement as she joined him in leaning against the cabinets, watching the soda trail down the uneven floor. “What?” 

“No-- think about it. Those stupid hipster movies and shit, someone is always making out in a dinner at midnight and it’s--” A quick glance at his phone. “2 am, so that’s close enough.” Fingers reaching to tug on her sleeve until she finally conceded, heaving a sigh and shifting to sit herself in Jimin’s lap. 

“Don’t act like you don’t want to make out with me.” 

“I don’t.” 

But she was already leaning in, Jimin meeting her halfway and pressing his lips to hers, cutting off his laugh. Fingers thread through her hair and he hum in soft approval. 

It’s a thoroughly distracting affair until 20 minutes later there’s a banging on the front door of some late, hungry customers and the pair jolt so hard that Jinri bites right down on Jimin’s tongue.

They pretend not to feel the judging stares from the booth as she brings him ice later.