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♡ @thelonelymvse sent ❝ i miss the feeling of you inside me. ❞ for the drummer freaks 🙂‍↕️

with its arms wrapped around shuai's waist and its nose nuzzled against his shoulder, changkyun felt the most comfortable he's felt since everything happened. it had carefully untied all of the restaints secured around shuai's wrists and ankles, kissing at the red marks imprinted on his skin while cleaning him up. and then it had settled against the bed itself, arms outstretched to leave room for him to curl up against it so they could drift off together.

truthfully, changkyun had been awake for a while now. skin to skin, shuai's back was pressed against changkyun's chest, warmth radiating and keeping it eager to remain close. but his words have its lips curling up into a smile, chuckling softly against the crook of shuai's neck.

"do you?" the teasing lilt is difficult to keep out of its voice. it likes toying lightly with shuai, asking and then denying until he's in tears from begging. but its hard already, pressed close to shuai and his warmth. hips buck lightly against his thighs, a kiss pressed to his shoulder. "greedy angel. you just want more and more, huh?"

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it’s almost instinctive, the way simon bristles at the word. fag. his smile falters, unable to fully hide the discomfort that briefly prickles on his skin. it makes him think about elijah showing up to high school, hair cut short while simon’s classmates snorted and jabbed. dude, is your little sister a dyke or something? what the hell happened?

but it’s back as soon as quickly as it falls, a soft huff of laughter filling the brief silence. the last thing he wants is for victor to think his unease is related to the revelation. “it’s…” well, just what exactly should he say? that he doesn’t care? that none of this makes a difference? that simon would really like to get to see… her more? “you never had to share that with me, I get it. I know I look like the kind of guy that might, um… not… take it well.” god, he’s awful at this, isn’t he? he can only hope that victor takes his words as genuine and not some half assed attempt to patch things up with someone he sees so often now, even if only in the confines of a cafe.

“but… thank you,”and simon means it. did it mean victor had now deemed simon as someone safe or had it been necessity now that had forced her out to him? all simon could really do was reassure that no, there was no judgement or offense taken and yes, simon would hold victor’s identity close to his chest. “we’re all–– I mean, my siblings are all bi and stuff. I took elijah to get his own boy clothes because he said all of my hand-me-downs were awful.” the memory is enough to bring an easy smile back to his lips, even as simon nervously nips at the skin around his fingernail. 

“it’s all cool, y’know?” simon shifts closer, resting a hand awkwardly on victor’s shoulder. “I’m sorry too. you didn’t ruin our night or anything, but I know I probably… messed with yours. I think I can drag elijah away from your friends, if you wanna be left alone.”

of course this had to happen while he was drunk. of course he couldn't have just told simon in his own way—he never would have. would have hidden it away, as he always does, until simon stopped showing up at the cafe for one reason or another. and so...... now he's here. drunk and fidgeting with a cigarette and trying to figure out how the fuck to explain this.

and yet she still manages a smile at the idea of simon's brother, whose name she never quite caught, dragging him here—so clearly used to this environment, so clearly queer himself. and then there was simon, looking the way victor herself did most days. the way she's looked every time they've met before tonight. "he seems sweet," she says with a shaky laugh. "sorry for fucking up your night."

they don't need the lighter. they have their own, still clutched loosely in their other hand. but they slip it into a pocket when he's not looking, reach out to take it. their fingers brush, like they often have when they're handing him a mug, and they wonder if this'll be the last time. "cute," victor says, knowing immediately that this belongs to his brother, wonders if the colors are a coincidence or a flag. they light their cigarette, take a long drag, hand the lighter back as they breath out.

and then victor chokes out a wet laugh. "so i'm a fag." it's easier, to just own it. simon can't hurt them if they've already got the blade in their chest. but they don't think he will. he's kind. he clearly cares about his brother. they're pretty sure he said they looked nice, earlier. "i'm sorry i didn't tell you. i don't........ this version of me doesn't exist there, y'know? i only let her out here. when it's safe. and i didn't—i'm sorry. i didn't know if you were safe or not."

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think someone should give dante a gay baseball rival he can hate fuck

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lincoln makes no move to rise from where he’s sat, so ava turns away to begin rifling through  their fridge. “oh, you draw?” their voice calls out, pulling bottles out to stack on the counter behind them. “didn’t know that. is that what you’re going to school for or…?” ava, resident queer artsy bitch, had spent enough time around people like elijah and lincoln. people with talents and interests in things their family wouldn’t let them pursue the way they wanted, needed, to. well, she knew that had been the case with one of them and she wouldn’t be too surprised if lincoln was on the same boat.

it was mean to make any mention of the other people that kept elijah company, even if ava didn’t quite have their suspicions confirmed. they could see something flash in his gaze and they looked away once again as if to give him a moment to control his expression. yeah… she would’ve been more surprised if the two hadn’t crossed that line, impressed really to have been that close and gone that long without anything happening. she strides back to the couch, two beers set down on the coffee table in front of them with a soft clink. “you grew up together, right? I can’t imagine how you’ve managed to stay sane this long.”

their little smirk robs their apology of any genuine remorse. and lincoln is, first and foremost, a petty bitch. so he stays where he is, for now. just shifts in his seat a little. "yeah, i'm the same way. had to stop drawing in bed before the end of freshman year because i wasn't able to draw or sleep well."

he tries to hide it, but something flickers across his face when she brings up other people. lincoln knows. he knows, far too well, that he's not the only one elijah is taking to bed. that he's just another in a long line of insignificant flings. the sooner he accepts that, the better. "yeah. i know." he only sits on ava's couch when she stands, reaching for his backpack on the floor so he has something else to do, something else to look at other than her piercing gaze. "that sounds great, actually. i might fall asleep better if i'm a little buzzed." because that's what this is about, isn't it? he's grabbing his switch because he can't fall asleep, not because he's desperate to think about anything but elijah. "oh, trust me, i know. i literally don't remember life without him. i know how clingy the fucker is."

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it’s odd to feel as if onyx knows someone so deeply when they only see kit a handful of times through the year. they talk often enough, in between nova and tour updates, but they were so careful about sharing other aspects of their lives. onyx had engrossed himself so deeply into nova and his art that he’d purposefully left little room to even think about a love life, too many mental blocks to sleep with someone else.

onyx shifts slightly, just enough to ease themselves off kit’s length. there’s no real desire to be away from him yet, fingertips skating gently against the arms wrapped around them. “yeah, I really do.” and it isn’t onyx saying things for reassurement, he truly believes it. or, maybe, he simply doesn’t want to think about the possibility of doing this all again and not having it work.

“we’re different people now… y’know? it should be different now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still… care about you the same way.” it feels… odd, like too much to say what onyx really feels for kit, as if that would be going too far now.

i know. it's terrifying and comforting in equal measure. onyx knows him, knows how much he craves physical affection and connection despite the cool guy persona he puts on. it's not a surprise that he's slept with other people in the past few years, but it's somehow a surprise that onyx isn't upset about it. or maybe kit's just being too hard on himself, blaming himself wholly for their separation.

he wraps his arms tighter around their waist, practically clinging to them despite knowing they'll have to pull apart soon. "yeah?" he breathes, still hidden against their throat. just another moment, kit tells himself, to avoid reality. "you think so?"

kit pulls away then and looks at him with fragile eyes. kisses the tip of his nose. "i want to be okay. so fucking bad. i know it won't be easy and it won't be the way it was before, but..... it'll be worth it."

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“aw, you love it,babe.” if quinn had actually pulled away the way they should have, wyatt would have a clear view of the smug grin currently adorning their face. they know exactly what buttons to press to have their boyfriend melting in their hands. a little nip to his arm, nuzzling against his neck, batting his eyelashes. it all had wyatt happy to give them what they asked for, though they’re sure he’d never really deny them. they sneak one last kiss before wyatt finally pulls away, a sigh only emphasizing what their pout back signals.

quinn does their best to stray true to their words, taking a moment to look over the rest of the night’s covers before flagging down the manager. something about feeling sick, something about wyatt being their only way home quick enough. if she sees past his lie, she gives in anyway, waving them off so they can run back to the kitchen to get their boyfriend. all too pleased with themselves, they beam back at wyatt smugly. “told them I was gonna throw up if I stayed here any longer. do you want me to get our stuff together?”

"you're the best." and then quinn is quite suddenly the worst, kissing and nibbling just how wyatt likes it when they can't do anything about it. evil. evil boyfriend. evil handsome sexy perfect boyfriend. "she's not the only one who likes biting me, jesus christ." he can't help his petulant little whine, hands pressed against their chest with no actual intention to push them away. "fine, fine. i'll go make sure nothing's on fire, make sure they're behaving and prepping everything correctly." wyatt loves the kitchen crew, he really does. he loves his job. but they are the last people he wants to be around right now. finally he steps away from quinn like it's the worst thing in the world. "be quick? i need to kiss you for real so bad."

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EMOTIONAL/PLOT DRIVEN INTIMACY PROMPTS

[ 1 ] for our muses to be in the midst of foreplay/building up to sex but one stops the other to make some kind of confession.

[ 2 ] for sender to wake up receiver after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 3 ] for receiver to wake up sender after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 4 ] our muses have just made up after a fight and begin to get intimate, trying to rebuild trust.

[ 5 ] one muse has just gone through a break up and goes to the other for comfort which leads to sex.

[ 6 ] sender had a bad date and receiver shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 7 ] receiver had a bad date and sender shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all.

[ 9 ] sender is upset, receiver tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, sender initiates sex.

[ 10 ] receiver is upset, sender tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, receiver initiates sex.

[ 11 ] our muses try to break up only to end up having emotional/heated sex.

[ 12 ] sender confesses to having a crush on receiver which leads to receiver initiating sex.

[ 13 ] receiver confesses to having a crush on sender which leads to sender initiating sex.

[ 14 ] our muses lose power during a storm and have sex to keep warm or out of boredom.

[ 15 ] our muses are not together but sender confesses to receiver how lonely they are which spurs on receiver to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 16 ] our muses are not together but receiver confesses to sender how lonely they are which spurs on sender to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 17 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "you're so beautiful/handsome"

[ 18 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i love you"

[ 19 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i missed you"

[ 20 ] for our muses to hold each other after sex, naked and warm and unwilling to detangle just yet.

a few sentences:

❝ i just want to feel something good. ❞

❝ i missed you so much. i just need you close to me right now. ❞

❝ let me show you how much i love you. ❞

❝ let me show you just how much i need you. ❞

❝ it doesn't have to mean anything, i'd just like some company tonight... ❞

❝ can i stay over tonight? i don't want to sleep alone right now. ❞

❝ i like the way you make me feel. i want to feel that way right now. i need to be with you. ❞

❝ no better way of getting over someone than getting under someone else, hey? ❞

❝ hey look you're not 'using' me if i'm the one offering. don't you think i get lonely too? ❞

❝ i miss the feeling of you inside me. ❞

❝ i miss being inside you. i miss feeling like we're the only two people in existence. ❞

❝ god all i did was think about you earlier and i got...excited. ❞

❝ i don't want to miss you anymore. please just kiss me. ❞

❝ will you just hold me for a little while? ❞

❝ this doesn't mean i'm not still mad at you— ❞

❝ i'm not sure if i forgive you yet, but i miss you. and i'm tired of missing you so... ❞

❝ i'm not sure how to ask this but—i've had a shit night. and you always used to make me feel good. ❞

❝ just come here. let me take care of you. ❞

❝ just relax. i'll do all the work. ❞

[adorajpg]

IN YOUR FANTASY Making Film | Yunho

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♡ @r3dblccd sent ❝ can i come with you? ❞ (here comes Azazel the nuisance haha)

“no,” the answer comes out as quick as azazel’s question comes. felix’s tone is already tinged with annoyance, a glare shot in the other's direction. the last thing they needed was to have someone, let alone an incubus, tailing after them when they needed to focus in on their work. “you’re too… loud. you’ll simply end up being a distraction.”

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♡ starter for @thelonelymvse ft . beck & mingi

mingi was off.

there were many things the pair had yet to uncover about each other, but beck knew her well enough to know when she didn't seem at her best. it could've been beck's fault, or he worries so. he should've said something when he had first noticed the man that had approached mingi, but he'd been too distracted in his conversation with theo to follow either of them. mingi had played it off when it finally did ask him, but even his bubbly nonchalance had set off alarms in beck's head for the rest of the night.

now they were sat in beck's car, parked along some silent street while beck watched mingi closely under the city lights. "are you sure it's all okay?" it did its best to keep its voice soft, gently prying to not send mingi running off. "you can tell me if it's not, you know that, yes?" a beat passes, a moment of hesitation before it reaches to rest a hand on her thigh, hoping it comes off as comforting and nothing more. "you... you don't have to lie to me, mingi."

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♡ starter for @thelonelymvse

eunki wasn't stupid. sure, he had turned a blind eye to the clear intermingling going on between the two groups, something he was upfront doing himself as well. it's what he wanted, right? he wanted them to get so close the lines would blur between who went where, so close that he could feel each one of their energies coursed through him. he had seen the way daewon looked at xiaoli and changkyun, the marks shuai had so proudly shown off his marks and bites while the other's stared hungrily. and then there was him and aimee. hadn't they crossed the line long before any of this had happened?

but now it was here, presented so clearly in front of them that they couldn't exactly turn away and instead of joy, eunki felt... affronted? they couldn't deny the desire felt at the sight of kiyoung perched upon rose's lap, the way the sounds she made beckoned them closer just as much as her outstretched hands did, but he stood frozen for a moment more.

"I— um," it was a first to be lost for words, a first to immediately glance over to aimee as if expecting her to take the lead. "shit, guys." he smiles through the bristling attitude. "I didn't know this what we were doing today."

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( to : 💄🎸 ) (─‿‿─)♡

( to : 💄🎸 ) ohhh I hope she knows it's all a big misunderstanding...... we'd never do anything like that intentionally...........

( to : 💄🎸 ) thank youuuu (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

( to : 💄🎸 ) when are you playing next? I'd really love to get see you perform in person (✧ω✧)

( to : 💄🎸 ) or um!! if you have videos of you playing....

( to: 🖤🎸🤍 ) awwww thank you baby

( to: 🖤🎸🤍 ) i’m sorry about aimee too. wish i could say she’s not usually like this

( to: 🖤🎸🤍 ) your group is really damn good and she’s pissed about it lmao

( to: 🖤🎸🤍 ) i do, yeah

( to: 🖤🎸🤍 ) which is how i know you’re super fucking talented

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( to : 💄🎸 ) ohhhh (//ω//) really???

( to : 💄🎸 ) you're really really pretty!!! (≧◡≦) and you seem really really nice...

( to : 💄🎸 ) I'm sorry about eunki earlier, they get really heated up

( to : 💄🎸 ) I would've really liked to have been able to talk, but i guess we can now!!!! ♡(>ᴗ•) you play bass too right?

( to: xxx-xxx-xxxx ) hi daewon

( to: 🖤🎸🤍 ) yeah, i did

( to: 🖤🎸🤍 ) i gave it to you because you’re pretty. and you seem the nicest of all of them.

( to: 🖤🎸🤍 ) my name is xiaoli. i don’t think anyone said it.

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ᡣ𐭩 starter for @thelonelymvse ft daewon & xiaoli

( to : 💄🎸?? ) hiiii it's daewon (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

( to : 💄🎸?? ) you gave me your number earlier?

( to : 💄🎸?? ) I know there was a lot going on (＞﹏＜) so I didn't really get to ask why you gave it to me !!!

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nsfw, kinda kinky symbol prompts  … 

add  [reverse]  to the prompt for the muse doing the action to be reversed where applicable

send  [not yet] : sender’s muse edges receiver’s 

send  [car] : our muses have sex in a parked car 

send  [smack] : sender’s muse spanks receiver’s 

send  [outdoors] : our muses have sex in the woods  

send  [grind] : sender’s muse grinds on receiver’s thigh

send  [tied] : sender’s muse handcuffs / ties up receiver’s 

send [praise] : sender’s muse praises receiver’s during sex

send  [tub] : our muses share a bath / shower that turns sexual 

send  [shove] : sender’s muse roughly pins receiver’s to the wall 

send  [cuddle] : a gentle cuddle between our muses turns sexual

send  [grip] : sender’s muse closes a hand around receiver’s throat 

send  [risky] : our muses have sex somewhere they might be caught 

send [buzz] : sender’s muse makes receiver’s orgasm with a vibrator

send  [hickey] : sender’s muse leaves multiple hickies on receiver’s skin 

send  [oral] : sender’s muse uses receiver’s mouth for their own pleasure 

send  [road] : sender’s muse performs oral on receiver’s while they’re driving 

send  [grasp] : sender’s muse grabs receiver’s my the hip to pull them closer 

send  [overstimulated] : sender’s muse keeps making receiver’s muse orgasm 

send [table] : sender’s muse fingers receiver’s under a table somewhere public

send  [flash] : sender’s muse flashes receiver’s / bends over to show off lingerie

send  [awaken] : sender’s muse wakes up receiver’s by fingering them / with oral

send  [risque] : sender’s muse sends receiver’s a very saucy picture of themselves 

send  [wall] : sender’s muse picks receiver’s up to have sex with them against a wall

send  [tease] : sender’s muse purposely teases receiver’s by touching / kissing them

send  [kitchen] : sender’s muse bends receiver’s over table / counter to have sex with them 

send  [plugged ] : sender’s muse instructs receiver’s to wear a buttplug / inserts one into receiver 

send  [pull] : sender’s muse winds their hand into receiver’s hair to pull / move their head during sex

send  [title] : sender’s muse tries to rile up receiver’s by calling them a title they like ( sir, daddy, mistress, etc. )

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

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ezra can almost feel max’s pout despite their back being to her. she can’t help but smile against seunhwa’s lips, biting back the giggle almost spilling onto his tongue. the only thing wrong with this picture is that she doesn’t have nearly as many hands as she’d like to be able to touch them both, to keep holding max on her lap while feeling her over, to reach out and tug seunhwa even closer.

she’s breathless when they finally pull apart, or it feels like she is. with a light gasp, they watch as the two kiss, momentarily transfixed by the sight. they look so perfect together, slotting just right against each other and her heart swells to know she fits just as easily against them. ezra’s head lowers to rest back on max’s shoulder, her own lips finding their way onto their neck to pepper kisses onto whatever skin she finds. “pretty girl… pretty boy,” she sighs, shifting ever so slightly to better reach seunhwa’s jaw, softness only continuing to seep through lips as she kisses. “oh… you’re both so perfect.”

the push and pull between seunhwa and ezra is so fucking intoxicating. despite how loving he always is, seunhwa can be so stern too, mean in a way that always sends a thrill down their spine. and ezra is so different, gentle and pliant and tooth-achingly sweet. even as max pouts about their lack of kisses, it's hard to imagine a place they'd rather be, any combination of people that would treat them so well.

they don't have to wait long though. seunhwa is so incredibly weak to both of them; with the power of their pouts combined he's immediately leaning in to kiss max slow and sweet. selfishly he hopes ezra keeps kissing his neck, wants the three of them as close as physically possible. his hand finds hers on max, interlaces their fingers and presses close to their boyfriend's waist. he thinks he's figured out the balance by now, but the last thing he ever wants is for either of his girls to feel left out or ignored.