#this is so hard because im either a morning shower or a night shower depending on the time of the year

[creativebrainrot]

Hello i would love to try Sulyen's route in a dating sim✨️

@mystery-salad

first of all, uh. im sorry. SKJHFIOJGADJFKH

this man is so hard to get an ACTUAL romance good ending with because hes such a bitch KSHFGSIDUHF.

(I hope u did mean Sulyen and not Sugyn, but i AM gonna use this as an excuse to answer for both anyway <;3)

SULYEN

Sulyen is so so very vain and stuck up and obsessed with himself and such a bitch about it tbh BUT

His route is a LOT of nice dinners and opera house dates and underground concert dates around Cantha. He's got a "human-sona" he uses in Cantha, as he is a mesmer AND not there legally. No one knows he's actually a sylvari. He's also, a "pop star" in cantha so you get some VIP perks from dating him.

The trick to earning his favor is telling him what he wants to hear. How handsome and pretty and better than everyone else he is so he can gloat and say "I knoow~" The more expensive the gifts you can get him, the better. He's also extremely bratty, and will pout and complain EVERYTIME you DONT give him what he wants. He's not very good with boundaries either. :/ He won't cross any hard lines because he NEEDS people to like him but he IS pushy along with being a brat. He'll give up eventually.

BAD ENDING - this happens from you, uh,,,,, being a normal person and finding him a little. too much. LMFAO You wanted him to treat you like you were an equal to him from the start and he was NOT having it. He is CLEARLY better than everyone else ALWAYS. Alternatively, you asked for basic respect a little further down the line of your relationship together and he obliged but you still didn't enable him enough and he lost interest once someone new started showering him in praise and affection. He is, unfortunately or, fortunately, depending on the person I GUESS LMAO, Just Like This.* (He is starved of real affection BUT it doesn't excuse the way he behaves and he won't change. It's somewhat motivated by insecurity but he won't ever unlearn his bad habits. He's Just Like This despite the original motivation behind his behavior.)

GOOD ENDING - You enabled him the entire time BUT you weren't a door mat for him to walk all over. You set hard boundaries and played the games, you demanded respect from him and he liked the confidence behind it and obliged. You got him so many gifts; beautiful flowers, delicious food like bean buns and sweet pastries, beautiful jewelry etc. He liked how confident you were in challenging him now and again despite still drowning him in praise and affection.

You've ended up with a mutual respect with him despite the fact that he IS still a bitch through and through, and extremely vain. and stuck up. and annoying. Atleast he's less annoying now and shares the spotlight with you a little more and a little more often.

SUGYN

BONUS ROUND!!! (just incase and also cause its fun >:3)

Sugyn's route includes a lot of secret hideaway meetups and exchanging note / letters silently. She'll leave letters and gifts on your desk in the dead of night and you'll find them in morning, wondering how she even got in. (*not personal desk inside your house, think more like your office in a room of the pact's current base of operations.) He'll also drag you away in the afternoons or middle of the night for a quiet walk to chat about life lately. Or even just whatever you both have on your mind. She enjoys reliable trustworthy company. She'll do subtlety affectionate things only you know how to spot, or know the meaning of. That specific little smile when she spots you, that specific little adjustment of her hair / clothing when she spots you looking her way, etc.

She enjoys reliable, trustworthy, honorable company. To her, the order of whispers IS honorable, as they do what must be done to ensure the safety of the orders and others lives no matter the cost or outward appearance of the order. If you're in The Pact and get sent out on a dangerous mission, she's going to trail your squad in secret and eliminate any unaccounted threats. He can't help it, he needs to make sure you're safe. She's the quiet sort and will happily listen to you talk her ear off about anything for hours. She's independent as well, and won't want to spend every moment with you.

BAD ENDING - You didn't trust her. You didn't let her in, you let her outward looks convince you she's bad news. You didn't let her wander or disappear once in awhile. Ultimately, you didn't trust her. She felt hurt and a little betrayed, and ghosted. Completely ignoring your existence.

GOOD ENDING - You DID trust her, you let her see your most vulnerable self and she gave you the same sight in return. You talked about your fears and concerns, you loved eachother but respected her needs and in turn, she gives back whatever she can. You didn't let his looks convince you he wasn't really in love with you- "he just needed to use you for something." You now have a cat-coded knife wife who will do anything to keep you safe <3 She'll comfort you through the darkest of times and love you fully and dedicatedly, even through her quiet times where she needs to disappear for awhile. She'll leave you notes telling you where she'll be or how long she'll be gone now. So you aren't ever truly lonely.

[smokahuntis]

Weightless

Nothing Personal

Pairing: Javier peña x reader

Warnings: set last name, cursing, mentions of sex and death. Masterbation, night mares.

Summery: he embassy calls in a new agent to assist agents Peña and Murphy

Authors note: I’m back and I’m going to try and start a series! Based on the album Nothing Personal by All Time Low. This would be chapter one.

Word count: 3.4K

Manage me, I’m a mess

“Agent (y/n) Carter” the ambassador said as she gave them the files “she will be joining, this is everything you need to know in her and she will be here later today.

Javier nodded as he picked up the file “of course, madam ambassador” he stood with a crooked grin and looked her over “and may I say, you look amazing in pink” he said softly and kindly. Steve just rolled his eyes and walked towards the door.

“Keep dreaming Peña” she shook her head and let them leave to review the file.

Turn a page, I’m a book half unread

“Agent Carter ” Javier handed Steve the file. “ ‘DEA’s finest’” he mocked and lit up his cigarette as he set back. Letting the smoke fill his lungs as he took a long drag of his Colombian cigarette. He watched Steve waiting for his opinion.

Steve only chuckled and set the papers down “I went to academy with her...” he said, javiers eyes lit up before he shook his head

“I didn’t mean-“

“We aren’t friends it okay” Steve chuckled.

I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because

“Oh- okay... okay...” pena leaned back again as the smoke clouded the humid air around them.

“She was always an overachiever, no one really liked her in my class” he chuckled and put the file away. “Way to smart to be choosing dea, but there she was. Didnt talk to anyone, didn’t let anyone talk to her.” He shrugged “I’d be surprised if she talked to us”

I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough

“So beware shes a bitch?” Javier chuckled and put his cigarette out

“Yep” Steve got up and grabbed his empty coffee cup. “Want a coffee?”

“Not from here...” he shook his head and got up.

“You know back home I always chose Colombian brew coffee, and now I’m in colombia and I don’t see why I thought it was good” Steve chuckled as they walked together to get a drink at the coffee place across the street.

“I’ve spend out money on more valuable things then coffee machines that aren’t from the 60s and beans that aren’t 2 years old” Javier joked and shook his head as they strutted the halls. They were such a duo, splitting them into a trio is a sin, but they’d have to get used to it.

Well I’m stuck in this fucking rut

Meanwhile back in LAX (y/n)’s brother tried to convince her it wasn’t worth it. “Colombia is dangerous right now, you could get killed- or- or worse!” Thomas said following her.

“What’s worse then dying?” She watched him with a bit of a cocky grin.

“You could end up like- like Kiki” he said without thinking before she grabbed her brothers collar roughly.

“You don’t say a damn word about Kiki... plus” she let him go and wiped her Dainty hand on her white button up. “After what the US did to the Sinaloa I think I’m safe from that” she sighed and kept walking.

“(Y/n) listen- please... I can’t loose my sister, not to- Pablo Escobar” he grabbed her hand. She turned and looked at him with upset eyes. “You’re all I have left...” he whispered

Waiting on a second-Hand pick-me-up

It was true, she was all he had left, dad was away over seas and mom was gone. Their oldest brother died years ago, it was just her and Thomas. But they were both adults now, she could do what she wanted, and she had been. But now she was a little worried for Thomas.

“I’ll call, and I’ll visit when I can, just go home Thomas... I’ll be okay” she said looking at him, before the warning for her flight went off, 10 minutes now. “I love you, I have to go” she hugged her younger brother before she left.

I’m getting over getting older

(Y/n) looked over her files on the plane, she knew it was a matter of time before escobar knew who she was so she didn’t hide it. She didn’t care, she knew he was almost untouchable. Almost.

(Y/n) had been all over for the DEA, her most frequented place however was Mexico. She worked in Mexico for a long time, she was young and stupid and she kinda thought it was the DEA’s way of getting rid of waste, expecting her to die at the hands of the Sinaloa. However she returned very much alive, and very much tearing open at the seems. She still has nightmares of her time there, but she didn’t care, she had to keep going, for him.

If I could just find the time

Javier set up the stuff in the meeting room before he made his way home for the night. His little two bit apartment given to him by the Embassy. It was nice, he knew that, but it always felt cold and empty, that’s why he filled it with girls, smoke, alcohol smells. It was like a fucking bar. He tried to not bring work home with him but he couldn’t help it most nights, things either bothered him to much or had to be done sooner then later. Some days he wanted to feel weightless, and those days he could escape the heavy burden of people lives depending on him. The ones he couldn’t save, or the ones he’s trying to save. He was trying so hard, but he couldn’t escape.

He needed air, that’s what it was. Right now when he felt his chest collapse on him, he needed aid, real air. So he was quick to make his way out the door and to the front steps of the apartment building, he almost didn’t see her. The (h/c) girl standing there at the steps with her bags. He almost took her out, but he stopped in time.

“I’m- im sorry uh- can I help you?” He asked clearing his throat as he looked at her. She pulled her hood off and looked up at him holding her bags close to her

Then I would never let another day go by

“This is the embassy apartments right?” She asked with a soft shivering smile. He was quick to answer, maybe to quick.

“Yea! Yea this is- this is them yea... you’re-“ he started but she cut him off.

“(Y/n) Carter, yes- hi- um- sorry I didn’t mean to cut you off I’m just tired and cold and really want to get inside. He nodded understanding, completely forgotting why he came out here as he looked into her eyes, illuminated by the yellow street lights behind him.

“I’ll show you to your apartment” he smiled and took her in, she was just across the hall from him. Her apartment identical in most ways, however her kitchen was bigger and so was her bathroom.

I’m over getting old

“Thank you, you must be Agent Peña” she smiled as he got the key from the leafy palm in the corner, unlocking her door for her.

“That I am” he smiled and helped with her bags. If he was going to be stuck with her he wanted to be nice. He didn’t want another agent, him and Steve were doing just on their own, but the embasssy expected things to be done instantly, but they are putting to many cooks in the kitchen.

“Thank you for helping, you didn’t need to” she smiled and set her bags down on the bed and looked at him.

“Of course” he smiled and set her things down with the rest. “So, we’re you invited or did you request to be transferred”

Maybe it’s not my weekend

(Y/n) looked at him and pushed hair behind her ears and shook her head. “I requested it actually, I requested it months ago really but-“

“Why would you want to be here? You know what’s happening-“

“That’s exactly why I want to be here” she stood straighter and looked at him. “You need all the help you can get it seems- and I understand if you don’t want me here because I’m a women”

“No! No no- no that isn’t it I promise” he said feeling a bit of his earlier panic come back, but it was only a little. “I don’t care you’re a women I’ve seen your file you’ve done amazing things but we were doing just fine without you...” Javier said looking at her, his hand up in defense.

“Then why did the embassy want me here ASAP?” She asked crossing her arms.

“Because they think we are stupid or something... they expect things done instantly and it’s impossible.” He explained. She nodded and sighed

“I understand that feeling. But I’m here to help... I promise” she looked at him as the moon light filtered threw her window

But it’s gonna be my year

He nodded and sighed “I’ll just let you get some sleep, I’ll see you at the office” he walked out of her room, giving her one last look as he smiled “goodnight Agent Carter” he walked out to his apartment again.

(Y/n) sighed and unpacked all she could tonight and took a few melatonin and went to sleep, trying to get on the schedule.

It wasn’t hard for her to get up in the morning, making her own coffee and getting ready early. She wanted to be there before them so she could go over things and get caught up. So getting ready quickly she tied her hair up in a tight ponytail and made her way to the office. She was always on time or early, wanting to get ahead of things or finish work so she didn’t have to bring things home.

I’m so sick of watching all the minutes pass as I go nowhere

Javier however, couldnt manage to get himself out of sleep. Stuck in a long nightmare that has his body aching and sweating to wake up but he was stuck there, in that spot in the sticky cotton sheets. He tossed and turned but al he could see was the blood, every scene he’d been to, it took a toll on him. He couldn’t help it anymore, couldn’t hold them back, couldn’t stay up and drink a shit ton of coffee and just keep going.

He was hurting himself even more trying to ignore it. He was lost in a sea of sound, until finally he woke up, alone and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Fuck....” he shook his head and got out of bed, throwing his things in the wash before he got in the shower. He felt so exhausted from sleeping, that’s not right. He hated this constant feeling, it was so much. He couldn’t even escape at home. Seemed the only time he felt fine was when he was baring himself inside a women of the night and telling her how perfect she was, only to wake up alone and try to relive that moment in the shower by himself.

This is my reaction to everything I fear

It was no secret, Javier Peña was a ladies man. To get in the head of the cartel he slept with the same women as the cartel, did it work? Yes occasionally. But it wasn’t that anymore, it wasn’t just work, it was a form of escape now. Was he a sex addict? Yes, most definitely. Did he care? No, because it was release in more ways then one and that’s all he wanted.

He did have a talent tho, remembering every name, every face. Every women. He was a talented man. But right now that didn’t matter, what mattered to him in this moment was making himself feel weightless as hot water ran down his body. He was alone last night, after showing (y/n) her apartment he went home and to bed. So he had nothing to relieve, no face to see when he closed his eyes. Oh... how he was wrong.

Cause I’ve been going crazy, I don’t wanna waste another minute here

There she was, the beauty he met last night. (Y/n) carter. Why was she what he thought about right now? He just met her. She was his partner and he’d only see her face and hands, that’s not even enough for a weirdo to get off. But it was enough for him to wrap his hand around his throbbing cock and leaning his head back as he stroked himself.

His chest heaving and his eyes rolling back as he pumped his fat cock in his hand. Soft grunts escaped his mouth before the words left it “(y/n)... fuck...” he groaned.

He didn’t even know the girl and he was getting off in his shower to her.

This could be all that I’ve waited for

He didn��t know why he felt like this, but in his mind he had her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his tip as she took him down her little throat, just that image made him let out a loud moan. Soon his balls tightened and he was coming all over her face, and down the drain.

He shook his head as he opened his eyes and looked at the mess he made. Causing him to sigh heavily and clean up before he got dressed and ready, trying to get the idea out of his head. It was his first day with her, and he wanted to fuck her. Wow.

This could be everything I don’t wanna dream anymore

When he got there she was already liking over things, remembering faces and writing in her notebook. She looked peaceful there, just staring at a cork-board of killers and drug lords. He could tell quickly this is her environment.

“Hey” he said setting down his coffee and taking off his brown leather jacket. She turned with an other bright smiled and looked at him, her smile lit of the room and made his chest feel tight, but not like his panic the night before, this was warm and different.

“Hey” she said in her silk tone as she set her note book down. “ I hope you don’t mind I’m taking my own notes.”

“Not at all, whatever makes you comfortable” he smiled at her softly. At that moment Steve walked in with his own coffee and pen. He was way to quick to notice the look in javiers eyes, the interest he had in her.

“Thanks” she smiled before looking at Steve “Steve Murphy, wow... hi” she smiled and shook his hand.

“Hey Carter, it’s been awhile” he chuckled and shook her hand

“It’s been more then awhile” she smiled and looked up at him

Maybe it’s not my weekend, but it’s gonna be my year.

“Well it’s good to know we have a good agent on our team” he smiled. “So what are you working on”

“Just taking my own notes so I can memorize things faster and get caught up” she smiled at them.

“Oh did you color coat them too?” He asked a little to condescending. She sighed and caught on quickly but went on.

“No I did not. I’m not a preppy teenager.” She stated simply before walking back to take notes.

“While you do that we are going to go do real things okay?” He grabbed his coffe and walked out with Javier. (Y/n) was pretty used to sexist comments or people thinking she couldn’t do things so she brushed it off, however Javier didn’t.

I’m going crazy, I’m stuck in here

“What the hell was that?!” Javjer looked at Steve and closed the door as they got into their little office.

“What was what?” Steve asked and set his things down.

“You being an asshole to her, what did she do to you?” Javier said taking up for her.

“I don’t know Javier what’s up with you? Staring at her like you’re guess engagement ring sizes!” Steve argued, they argued way to often. Like a married couple really.

“I was not!” Javier scoffed “I can’t be nice to my new coworker?”

“Just yesterday you were dreading her! And now you have heart eyes all over her” Steve said

Maybe it’s not my weekend but it’s gonna be my year

“I don’t have heart eyes, I’m just looking at her, damn” he sat down and opened his earliest files and started work.

“I’m sure” Steve shook his head before starting to work.

Soon (y/n) made her way to the office and walked in and almost fell over with a heart attack “my god, how do you work in such mess” she asked looking around.

“Mess? I think it’s pretty clean” Steve said looking around

“The only clean place here is my desk and it’s still covered in papers. “ she looked at him and set her things down.

“ okay I’ll admit, it’s a bit messy, but we know whether everything is” he leaned back. Just as he said that, Peña who wasn’t paying attention spoke up.

“I can’t find that file from yesterday” he sighed, giving (y/n) the perfect example.

“See!” She looked at Steve.

“Okay fine, we could organize...” he sighed.

I’m so sick of watching am three minutes pass as I go nowhere

After hours of cleaning the office was organized and they found things much easier, so much quicker and efficient. So much so that Javier could ask

“Okay now I need the First Medellin file” he said softly and it was quickly put on his desk.

“See that’s not bad...” (y/n) smiled softly and looked between them.

“But we just wasted so much time doing that” Steve said

“But we are going to save so much more now that it’s organized” she crossed her arms. She was right, organizing the office was the best decision they’d made all year, it helped get things done faster and cleared their minds.

And this is my reaction to everything I fear.

It was a small thing, to organize the office, but when Javier got home he decided to clean the apartment too, washing the bed sheets and making everything up after. Cooking a meal instead of ordering. Just have a day of cleaning up and doing normal people things, it made him sleep better already. The nightmares had calmed down and everything was fine. He was peaceful for a moment, a minute, a few seconds. And then there it was, the scream that made (y/n) drop everything and go to his apartment, he left the door unlocked so it was easy for her to get in and get to his bed side instantly.

“Javier!” She said grabbing his shoulders and shaking him awake. He was starting to sweat again, just as she grabbed him, her touch alone calmed down the terror of his mind, causing him to wake.

“(Y/n)...” he whispered tiredly as he looked at her, she was in a robe, her hair wrapped loosely in a towel.

“Hey buddy” she smiled softly, trying to comfort him in anyway. She didn’t know anything about him but she wanted to try her best to make him feel better, to make him feel weightless.

“What are you doing here...” he asked laying back. She pushed his hair out of his face and massaged his scalp softly as she spoke.

“You screamed and I came as soon as I could... I thought something happened” she answered and watched him, he was gorgeous here, with the moon light covering his glistening chest, highlighting his face and messy hair.

“I’m sorry- I- I didn’t mean too” he said as he sighed.

“It’s okay... I understand... I used to do the same thing after Mexico” she admitted. They barely knew a damn thing but they both felt comfortable with each other.

“How did you get it to stop...” he asked

“Well I did go to therapy but it never seemed to help, so I did what I did as a kid, I get something to read and read till I can’t keep my eyes open, it makes your mind think on the topics of the book rather then the other mess...” she whispered and pulled his covers back over him. He nodded and smiled “I could read to you tonight if you want...”

“You don’t have to do that”

“I don’t mind... get comfy I’ll find something...” she smiled and went to get a book. His eyes trailed her long legs as she walked out to get a book, why did he feel so open and comfortable with her, he just met her.

Cause I’ve been going crazy, I don’t wanna waste a minute here

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[wisp-of-thought]

l o v e l a n g u a g e

language: the principal method of human communication or

a systematic means of communicating ideas or feelings by the use of conventionalized signs, sounds, gestures, or marks having understood meanings

~

93% of communication is non-verbal. and i tried to learn a new language for you.

it was not an easy one. there were no textbooks, or online review tests, or vocabulary sheets. there was only my hastily scrawled notes trying to understand. there was only me, practicing my pronunciation in the mirror, watching my mouth form around unfamiliar vowels, my hands trying to learn how to hold the consonants so you might be able to better understand my accent. there was only you, trying to teach me a language that had never been transcribed.

you lend me one of your earbuds on the bus and play a song i cannot understand because there are just chords. just brushstrokes of sound. just melody threading notes together. the music is trying to say something. but you are trying to say something too by giving me this rythem. i cannot understand. but i listen anyways. and these are the ways in which i try to learn. you memorize my coffee order but forget my birthday. you never say you miss me but you look back twice exactly when we part every time. your eyes are always closed when we touch. i do not understand what these things say, or what you are trying to tell me but i listen anyways. and these are the ways in which i try to learn.

once, we don't speak for too long and the first night you spend in my bed again, i ask you, before i turn the light off, what it means. you don't look at me. you say you don't know. so i flick off the light switch and curl around myself under the covers. your hands find my hair, find my waist, find the soft skin of a scar, find the place where the flesh is thinnest between the world and my heart. i ask you what that means. you say it means, "you still have me." and so i kiss every one of your finger tips and in this way i respond, "i am glad." i let my legs tangle with yours under the blankets and in this way i say, "you still have me, too." in this moment you have not learnt my language yet either. but we are both learning. and some things are hard to misinterpret.

you take me to the movies to watch the same film for the second time. i do not understand what this is trying to say or what you are trying to tell me but i listen anyways. on the drive home, we take the leftover silence of the theatre with us, and i ask you what you meant when you did this. you are still picking the quiet out from your teeth with your tounge and so i say, "in my language, this means, 'i would choose the silence over your voice.' in my language this means 'you are only worth the past, over again. there is no moving forward, only backwards. until we fall into the oblivion from which we came'. " you pull off the road. you shake your head. say, "in my language, this means, 'the quiet is hard sometimes but never with you.' in my language, this means 'i think we have time enough to reread stories twice'. this means, 'you are the familar and for this i am grateful'. this means, 'i do not need adventure to stay'. that I am content to sit with you and the dark and devour a peice of the world together."

and so i come to learn that your leg slipping over my hip when i am just on the cusp of sleep means: i forgive you. learn that a sandwich found in the fridge made the night before for me to take to work means: im sorry. learn that the hour long shower means: not now. learn the bitting of the nails means: now. now, please. i learn the sunday morning pancakes mean: i love you. but so do the forehead kisses and the 1:30 am texts about tomorrow and the you telling me about your day. i learn the offer to fix my car means "let me be something for you, please." i learn 2 dirty mugs in the sink mean a bad day unless one of them is the red one and it's thursday, because then that just means working late, and in this way i learn about the context of a phrase.

you learn things too. pick them up slowly. through daily conversation. murmmer things in passing. nonchalant and nervous. i don't correct you. i just smile. because I know what you are trying to say.

i wince sometimes at the misused vocab and poorly built sentences that crumble quickly, but i do not offer to teach you until you ask. because i know for certain what you are saying then. saying:

i want to know how to speak to you in the language you feel most at home in.

i want to be able to know you in the words there are no direct translations for.

i want to be able to find you in the dialect you retreat to when the day has gone on too long.

you are saying:

i want to be able interpt everything you think there are no words in my language to say, and so you don't say them.

i want you to be able to tell me everything

you are telling me:

i want you to know that i want to try and talk to you even when it is hard.

you offer to walk with me in the fall afternoon even though you hate the crunch of the leaves that you say sounds too much like endings and i ask you if this offer means "i love you" or "i don't want to be alone right now" and you are looking away from me when you explain that sometimes things can have more than one meaning.

i tackle you half screaming half laughing when you buy us the concert tickets for my birthday and you ask me if this means "thank you" or "i love you" and i am smiling when i explain sometimes things can have more than one meaning.

i come home late to find you sobbing on the bathroom floor and i hold you for hours. i show you videos of baby's laughing until the tears subside long enough for you to kiss me with salt sorrow stained lips and i ask against your mouth if this means "thank you" or "i love you" and you whisper of how different things can have the same meaning and in this way i learn of synonyms.

sometimes the learning of a new language is difficult.

is frustrating.

is silences that scream two things in dissonance.

for the hardest things to define are the absences.

for there are a million subtle ways the pronunciation of quiet differs depending on what you are trying to convey.

sometimes learning a new language is

mistakes.

is misunderstandings.

is apologies

for violating customs

and muddling unfamiliar proverbs.

i'm sorry,

this is not my native tounge.

but i am trying.

i am learning.

if you are willing to teach me.

sometimes a new language is something we become fluent it. the bilingualism comes easy. it rolls off our tounge like second nature. you realize now there are new ways to love in this language. but there are also new ways the hurt. and new ways to heal. and new ways to apologize. you realize there are new ways to know someone when they are not afraid to be misheard.

sometimes a new language is a patchwork quilt of simple words and poorly stitched grammer. sometimes i pull out a few words at the restaurant to impress you. you smile less at the phrase, more at the gesture. sometimes i stumble over the words and you help me up, help me along the sentence, because you know it means the world to me to try for you.

sometimes all we can do is learn to understand. the words never come out right so we stop trying. but we listen. we nod. we laugh. we hold them at all the right parts of the story.

sometimes the greatest gift you can give someone is to understand

what they are trying to say.

when she makes paper flowers and sends me photos of them. i know she is trying to tell me: "look. i got out of bed today and created something beautiful. i thought of you in the slow process of the cultivation of this miracle." and i don't know how to reply. not in her language atleast. and so i don't. but i know what she means.

sometimes it is enough to understand someone.

sometimes it isn't.

sometimes a new language is not for us. we tell ourselves we are too old to pick it up. we tell ourselves it is too difficult. too forgien. too complicated. we try for the sake of saying we tried. but we don't.

in the end, we know how to say hello and goodbye and thank you and a handful of curse words. sometimes we know how to say i love you. in the formal tounge. with textbook pronouns and rigid verbs.

sometimes learning a language is

things lost in translation

is

how was I supposed to know what that meant?

is

why didn't you just tell me?

is

i didn't know how.

is

being too tired to roll your r's and remember the right tense.

sometimes learning a language is screaming everything you cannot translate at the language barrier between you. hoping they understand. hoping they don't.

but there is something unmatched about being welcomed home in your mother tounge.

something about being forgiven in words you could never misinterpret.

about being called to bed by the familar.

t h e r e i s s o m e t h i n g u n p a r a l l e l e d a b o u t b e i n g l o v e d i n

y o u r o w n l a n g u a g e.

[and-they-were-crewmates]

Room For Three | Deleted Scenes

Hi friends! Have you read my fic Room For Three? If not, and you’re looking for Holden/Amos/Naomi fic, go check that out first, because it’s better than this.

The following are a few deleted scenes from Chapter 20. These scenes did not actually occur in the universe of the fic. They were deleted in part because they weren’t relevant to anything, so they added too much superfluous bulk to an already superfluous and bulky fic, and in part because I wasn’t very confident with my characterization of Camina’s family or the way I communicated their dialect. I do love the idea of giving Drummer some closure with Naomi, though I don’t think that Room For Three is the place to explore that concept. That being said, this was a fun little scene, so I’d like to share!

Very mildly NSFW text below. This is from a rated E fic, but is not explicitly sexual. CW recreational drug use (marijuana)

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” said Naomi into her hand terminal. The small window in the corner reflected her own image, alone in the room while Jim either finished up his therapy or got started on his way to lunch with Fred, and Amos journeyed to pick up food for the two of them. The larger window, the focus of her attention, showed Drummer’s full face and half of another woman’s, whose shoulder acted as a pillow for Camina’s tilted head. Her friend looked more at peace than Naomi had ever seen her. 

“Nah, we insist. Whole crew will be happy to meet The Naomi Nagata. Plus, your Earther boys obviously need a lesson in family. Double date.” 

“Is it still called a double date if there’s nine people at the table?” 

“Nonuple date, then. Come. Josep good cook, Bertold good advice, Oksana good to look at,” she said. The body next to her stuck out an elbow in playful defense, and a loving giggle filled the speaker. “Good in bed, too,” Camina added to appease her, and they both laughed together. 

“Alright, alright. I guess I’d rather get polyam lessons from you lot than from Jim’s eight parents.” 

“Soyá. One Holden is more than enough for me.” Naomi didn’t say it, but she agreed. The Holden family was a lot to handle. She knew there might be a discussion with them in her future, in which she and Amos would undoubtedly have to stand under their mild-mannered scrutiny and well-meant condescension, but she hoped to put it off as long as possible. 

“Be nice to him tonight,” Naomi implored,  Camina rolled her eyes. 

“To ta ge im, bosmang. I will try. No promises ‘bout Serge though. Discriminate, im does.”

“Ah, pashang fong, ‘Mina,” a man’s voice bellowed, the pejorative softened by his loving tone. His head appeared on Naomi’s device, upside down at the top of the frame. “Mi behave, promise.” They all three laughed together, a contagious sound that put a smile on Naomi’s face. 

Camina’s family was as affectionate as it was functional, and any jealousy was squandered as soon as it sprouted through open networks of communication. They didn’t all sleep in the same bed, or all have sex at the same time, or spend every waking hour together, the six of them, but they loved each other equally just the same. They didn’t all keep score of their ‘wins’ and ‘losses’— surely Michio didn’t feel left out if Oksana got milkshakes with Josep one day, and Drummer didn’t pout if Serge chose to shower with Bertold instead of her. They found a balance together, where everyone was included, even in the moments when they weren’t. They’d be good role models. 

“Alright, we’ll be there,” Naomi said, excitement written on her face. When the phone call was over, she turned her attention to the door. Amos was taking longer than anticipated. She supposed she’d have to find some way to occupy herself until he returned. 

***

Josep’s cooking was so spicy that it felt like a targeted attack. Holden was the only one who seemed to notice— which only furthered his suspicions that it was a deliberate poisoning— though he knew he was just wimpier than anyone else in the room. Otherwise, Holden, Naomi, and Amos were welcomed warmly into Drummer’s home like members of the family. 

They each had their own unique flavor of advice, ranging from categorically unhelpful to actually something to think about, spoken in different degrees of broken English or part-English part-Belter. Holden appreciated the great effort they went to to be understood by him. They probably had very little use for pure English in their day-to-day lives, and the grammar of Lang Belta was very different, more efficient. It made some of their translations a little hard for Holden to process, but if they could make the effort, so could he. 

“Da pashang gut?” Serge asked. In the time it took Holden to decide if he was comfortable answering whether they had good sex, Amos and Naomi had already given their yesses. “Gut. The rest figure itself out.” 

“That’s terrible advice,” interjected Michio. 

“Work for me an’ Josep this morning,” he shrugged. “Take too long in shower. Mi angry. Join him in shower, mi na so angry.” Michio rolled her eyes. 

“It’s not about sex,” she said. “You can have good sex and no love for each other.”

“Like in Camina dream about Holden,” Serge contributed. Holden didn’t know what to do with that information. Naomi seemed to like it. 

“I’ve had that dream,” Amos added. Holden elbowed him. 

“Sure, like that,” dismissed Michio. “It’s not about sex; it’s about trust. You trust your family will never hurt you on purpose?” she asked. The three of them nodded. “You forgive your family when they make a mistake?” she asked. They nodded. “Then you can forgive your family for anything.” That was pretty solid advice, but nothing Holden didn’t already know. They were good at forgiving each other. Had practice. 

“How do you keep everything…” Holden searched for the word, “...equal?”

“Equal? Who cares equal?” replied Bertold. “Not equal. Camina in charge. Like Naomi for you.”

“Naomi’s not—” Holden said, then backed down. It was true enough. 

“Ya. No need for equal.” 

“Is there ever jealousy? Like, if you spend more time with one person than another.” A couple of them, including Amos, looked at him like that was the stupidest question ever asked.

“That’s baby shit, kopeng,” Bertold said. “Need comfort, ask Oksana. Need tough love, ask Camina. Need fix problem, ask Michio. Need laugh, ask Josep. Need blow job, ask Serge.” 

“Hey,” Serge defended. “I’m funny, too.” 

“Ya, baby,” Bertold consoled. “I just simplify for explain. Different for others, or depend on the day. Point is, na equal. Need comfort four time, tough love one, then go Oksana four time, Camina one. ‘Mina no cry ‘bout it. Because adult. Knows mi love im the same.” Drummer smiled at him. Holden had never seen Drummer smile as bright or as often as he had that night. “End of day, eat dinner as family, go bed happy.” 

“Huh,” said Holden. “That… makes a lot of sense, thank you.”

“Try not to think so hard, Jimmy,” said Drummer. “Have some cake. Not so spicy.”

“Gee, thanks.”

***

The third or fourth time it was passed to her, Naomi took another long, luxurious puff off of Drummer’s vaporizer. She tried to pass it behind her to Jim (whose lap she didn’t think she’d been sitting in when Camina first pulled out the device) but he declined as always. Naomi presumed the captain was afraid of what slutty business he might get up to under the influence of high-grade synthetic cannabis in a room full of incredibly hot people. She couldn’t blame him, but it wouldn’t stop her from having a good time. Amos also clearly had no such reservations. 

“So,” he said between two smaller puffs (Earthers with their puff, puff, pass bullshit), “what’s the sex like?” 

“Amos, you can’t just ask people that,” Jim scolded. In rebuttal, Amos took his second puff and blew it in Jim’s face. Soberly, Naomi might’ve been on Jim’s side of that argument, but she was high and curious. Amos looked at Serge, who seemed the most likely to answer the question rather than flip him off. 

“All six of you screw together, or is it a Noah’s Ark kinda deal?” Amos asked. Serge shrugged. 

“Sometimes all six, sometimes three, sometimes two,” he said. 

“Maybe sometimes nine,” added Josep lewdly, eyeing the three guests. Amos smiled salaciously, while scattered laughter filled the room. Camina cleared her throat and shook her head. 

“What did I say?” she chided. 

“Dinner, not orgy,” Josep said. 

“Don’t see why it can’t be both,” said Amos. Jim elbowed him. 

As her Earther lovers mingled with her Belter friends, new and old, Naomi felt a sense of wholeness. Her worlds were colliding— this time in a harmonious way, not an explosive one. She didn’t know if it was the THC in her lungs or the love in her life, but she was on top of the world. 

Michio was teaching Amos and Jim an old Belter card game when Naomi was overcome with a powerful urge to speak privately with Camina. Several faces quirked suggestively as she pulled her friend from the mass of cuddling bodies on the living room floor. Apparently Amos wasn’t the only one with preconceived notions about their friendship. She ignored them and guided Camina into the next room, which only happened to be the bedroom. 

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy, Camina,” she said once they were in another room. Camina hummed and nodded, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a small smile. The weed seemed to unburden her considerably, though a deeper happiness radiated from her even before they’d smoked. Her hair was down, and it felt to Naomi like a metaphor. 

“Don’t think I ever have been,” she said. Naomi took her hand and squeezed it, beaming with pride. Camina’s expression soured almost imperceptibly; her smile was still present, though it spoke of an old, tired sadness, or perhaps just a more reluctant version of joy. “Spent a long time wanting something I could not have.” She looked Naomi up and down, and the message was heard loud and clear. That bitter-sweet smile. The harbinger of closure. 

“Ended up with something better, no?” 

“Think so,” Camina answered. Her eyes widened as she asked, and there was a youthfulness in her face that Naomi hadn’t seen before, like a child seeking approval. Naomi didn’t think Camina needed her approval, but she gave it readily. 

“I know so. Oksana looks at you like you painted the stars in the sky. You deserve that.” 

“Same way Jimmy looks at you.”  

“Same way Amos looks at my boobs,” Naomi countered. They both laughed. “You deserve to be happy, Camina Drummer. Are you?” 

“Ya, Naomi Nagata. Have everything I ever wanted, and more. Could not have imagined having something this good until it happened.”  

“I know what you mean,” Naomi said wistfully, thinking of Amos and Jim. 

“You happy, too?” Camina asked. 

“Ya,” answered Naomi, easily and honestly. Have everything I ever wanted, and more. “Mi xush.” Naomi pressed her forehead to Camina’s, and they shared their happiness together for a moment. 

“Gut.” 

“So... what’s this dream you had about Jim?” 

“Oh hush.” 

***

“You think they’re fooling around?” Amos asked the group of people whose names he didn’t know. Holden elbowed him for the third time that night. “Bug, at some point, you’re gonna have to realize jabbing me in the ribs ain’t gonna stop me from sayin’ shit.” 

“What will?” Holden asked. Amos didn’t answer, just pointed his eyes down at Holden’s crotch, and figured he got the message when he received yet another nudge to his side. He laughed,  took his turn in the card game, and hit the vape when it came around again. 

“Could I ask you something, big man?” asked the guy with the triangle tattoos beside his eyes. Amos shrugged his permission. The guy took a second to say anything else, like he was trying to word his question. He whispered something to the man at his side. 

“Ah,” the second man said, “wants to know if you have Earther cock.” Amos didn’t know what that meant. “You know, like…” he gave an inscrutable gesture, like jerking off, but not quite. “No skin.” 

“Josep,” came a scolding female voice. Amos didn’t mind. 

“Oh. Yeah, I’m circumcised.” The two men, one of whom must’ve been Josep, not that Amos would retain that information, seemed fascinated by that. He was about to ask if they wanted to see it when Naomi and her girlfriend came back. Another time, then. 

[sunshinepixels]

all of them for adri because i love her (*^ω^*)

I consider it bullying that you asked me for all of them... but I’ll let it slide this time sksksks thank you for asking me fr fr tho  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) this is late as heck but im the worst with answering asks even if i begged for them fdkhkd

1. Do they laugh at their own jokes?

Yes and the thing is she’s not that funny but thinks she’s hilarious

2. What does their laugh sound like?

I think her laugh is loud and comes from her core

3. What does their voice sound like?

She has a sweet voice that's relatively high.

4. What side of the bed do they sleep on?

All of it. If someone else is on the bed... no they’re not. It’s her bed.

5. Are they a light sleeper?

She wasn’t originally but ever since Avery she is, any sound on the baby monitor makes her jump up

6. Do they have any frequent / recurring dreams?

No but a lot of her nightmares take place in her middle school

7. Do they sleep with their socks on?

She’s not a freak so no kdksdjsdjk

8. Are they a morning or a night person?

Morning

9. What do they do to relax?

When she needs to relax she likes spend time with her friends, just talk and indulge in their presence while doing anything. It’s relaxing for her to be around the people she loves. She used to curl up on her grandparents laps to relax and they’d tell her stories from their childhood but uh... not anymore

10. Are they very highly strung?

Not too much, their are certain things she’s sensitive about but most things she’s chill about

11. Are they easy going?

Yup, she is pretty easy going and easy to get along with

12. What are they like when they’re angry?

Impulsive af and very childish not gonna lie. She’ll mostly ignore you because that’s what she learned from emulating her grandmother.

13. How often do they shower?

Every day lol

14. How organized are they?

Not at all, she’s a wreck

15. Do they keep track of their calendar?

She tries... it doesn’t always work

16. Do they have a diary or a journal?

No but she could really benefit from

17. Are they on any medication?

She’s on vyvanse but that’s it

18. Do they suffer from any illnesses?

Nope

19. Do they get sick easily?

Nope

20. Would it take much to knock them out?

Nope lol

21. Do they have a high pain tolerance?

No, she’s broken enough bones now that she’s grown tough skin

22. What’s the quickest way to upset them?

Implying that she’s not a good christian girl probably

23. What is the thing that makes them most uncomfortable?

Talking about things like sex out loud bc she thinks it’s very taboo

24. How do they act when they’re upset?

It depends. If she’s sad, she’ll cry and seek out the people she loves. If she’s mad she is a little more impulsive with her actions and often does thing she regrets later.

25. How does your character cry?

If she’s crying you know she’s crying a lot. Never just one tear its always waterworks, runny nose, sobs, the whole meal lol

26. Is your oc happy with their life?

Everything is going wrong right now so she’s having a hard time being happy. She tries though.

27. Will they have a happy ending?

umm.... NO, why would i let her be happy?

28. What would they change about their life?

She would change the way her grandparents see her

29. Do they have a comfort food?

Flan or cake.

30. Do they drink alcohol?

She did like twice, but she doesn’t plan on continuing.

31. What are they like when they’re drunk?

She’s even more affectionate and impulsive than when she’s sober

32. What are their eating habits like?

I think she eats either super healthy or eats only trash there’s no in between. She has a complicated relationship with food and body image so usually she tries to eat as healthy as she can as well as keeping “bad” food to a minimum. But when she’s having a rough time she tends to fall back into her old eating habits where all she wants is junk food.

33. If left to their own devices would they forget to eat / shower etc. ?

No she’s pretty good at taking care of herself uwu she might forget to take her medicine though

34. How would they spend their day if left alone with no responsibilities?

I think if she was alone with no responsibilities she’d take a long nap first and foremost. Then she would do play video games or shop or catch up on her fave TV shows

35. How do they generally have their hair?

She usually wears her hair straightened because she’s very used to it since her grandmother couldn’t deal with her curly hair growing up.

36. How do they usually dress?

Very girly, soft, and modest. She likes dresses and skirts and blouses. She’s not that big on jeans anymore.

37. Do they have a signature look?

Her signature is a dress. She loves dresses. Not only that but she typically wears small heels too.

38. Do they have any odd personality traits?

I don't think so lol

39. What’s the weirdest habit they have?

I don't think she has any

40. Have they ever been involved in a scandal?

Nope :>

41. Have they ever committed a crime?

underage drinking she regrets it but that's about it

42. Would they hurt the few to save the many?

I think that she would just die herself lol she would not want to make tht kind of decision

43. What could be generally associated with them?

Princesses, butterflies, pink, anything that seems cutesy

44. Have they got any close friends?

She has a few, she’s very friendly so it’s not hard for her to make friends. Her closest friends are Kit and Damien.

45. Do they like public displays of affection?

Yesss !!! She will hug her s/o in public and kiss them (but only chastely and with plenty of room for Jesus skskssk !!!!)

46. Would they ever like to get married?

If you asked her a year ago she would be hesitant, but today she would say yes at a drop of a hot... only if it was to Atlas though.

47. What is their ‘type’?

Assholes When it comes to looks she falls for the tall, dark, and handsome type. She is pretty open to looks as long as she thinks they’re attractive and if they have a nice smile. Personality wise she likes men who are kind (ironic considering the man she was in love with the longest), confident, and funny.

48. Have they ever been in a serious relationship?

Only one !! With Atlas. He was her first boyfriend ever and the father of her children. Currently, they’re engaged.

49. How easily do they get attached to things?

Very easily !!! Everything she has is sentimental basically

50. What is the thing that would hurt the most if they lost it?

She already lost the love and respect of her grandmother and it was the one thing she knew would hurt the most. It hurts even worse than she expected it to. But now, she’s very scared of completely losing her babies or her relationship with her fiancee.

[beelziebabie]

Title: Alphabet Headcanons with Beelzebub

Time Started: 4:25 AM

Time Finished: 5:30 AM

SFW or NSFW?: SFW

Reader insert?: Yes

~

SFW:

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Beelzebub has a strange way of showing you affection. He’ll shower you in snacks and different foods until you cant eat anymore, then wait until you can eat to feed you to the brim again. He’s trying his best ok

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You knew each other from your arrival in Devildom, but your friendship really blossomed when you had to move in with him temporarily. He opened up to you and you respected him a lot for that, especially since you are just a human, no one special. Soon, even after you got your room back, you started hanging out in his room again just to talk with him.

So many movie nights. Only because you want to watch a lot of movies and he just wants popcorn. Secret tips to the kitchen at night, going to Hell’a Kitchen during lunch, all that jazz. He’s obviously a pretty good cook, so if you’re lacking in that department he will surely give you some pointers.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Is pretty open to cuddles but fairly shy about it. Even if he wants a short hug, he’ll give you hand a light squeeze to get your attention, then stare at you with puppy dog eyes and its hard to say no to that. His favorite way to cuddle you is to envelop you in his arms, most of the time picking you up. When spooning, he likes being the big spoon because it makes him feel like he’s protecting you the way he couldn’t for “others.”

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Like I said before. Definitely good at cooking. Give him any recipe and he’ll be able to make it better than what you’d expect. He’s decent at cleaning, but most of the time when he cleans up after himself he’ll just get hungry again from thinking about how the mess was made. He’ll go back to eating right when he’s halfway done cleaning. The cycle continues.

And yes, he does want to get settled down, but not yet. He isn’t ready. He’s already pretty mature but he has a lot of anxiety of not being able to protect the little one good enough. He doesn’t want a repeat of what happened.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Gently but also very straightforward at the same time. Right at the end of the day, because he would want to ruin their mood for the entire day. He’s give them a huge hug first (depending on the reason why he’s breaking up with them) then tell it to them straight up. He’d explain why straight after, apologize, then leave to give them some time to think.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very loyal. Super super loyal and would do anything for his partner’s sake. Again, he doesn’t want to get married right at the moment, but when he’s older and stronger he’d definitely consider it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

GENTLE GIANT. Snacks and cuddles always available if you ever need it, just say the word. The average demon is taller than the average human by a long shot, and on top of that Beelzebub is taller than your average demon. He’d carry you wherever you’d want to go, always at your beckon call.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs so much. Ive said this a lot before but he really, REALLY likes the feeling of being able to shield you from anything that could potentially harm you. He doesn’t initiate the hugs often. His hugs are very warm and cozy, like sitting in front of a fireplace. But sometimes hug sessions get interrupted from his grumbling belly lol

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not very fast. He’s scared to get attached too quickly and end up losing you. So he’d wait until it was unbearable to wait any longer. Then he’d probably say it on accident and will be so flustered about it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not the jealous type! But when he does get jealous its obvious. He’ll eat a little bit less than usual, he’ll look a bit angrier, and it’ll be easier to tick him off.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Collarbone and neck kisses when he’s feeling Intimate, Forehead and cheek kisses for something cuter. Especially likes forehead kisses because it reminds him of his height different between you two. When you share your first kiss, he’ll of course taste like food. But past that, he tastes like peppermint and cherry, quite an addicting flavor if you ask me. He probably keeps multiple packs of gum on him just to make sure his breath is fresh.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

So so protective. Since theyre young, naive, and weak, he’d use that as even more of a reason to protect them from literally anything. Plastic fork? Dangerous. Doll? Dangerous. String? DEFINITELY dangerous.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

When he wakes up he wastes no time in getting ready. If anything he rushes, a lot. Just to get downstairs and eat. But when he isnt rushing, he’d actually lay in his bed for a good 10 minutes before actually getting up. His mornings are kind of slow, when he isnt hingry that is.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddles all through the night. He’ll only let you go if its an absolute emergency. If not, don’t expect to be getting up until his next snack break.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I said this earlier but he started opening up to you when you had to move in with him. He says everything slowly, because thinking back on those times hurts him a lot. You’ll definitely need to hold him through it, even if its just holding his hand.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very easily. He’s also very east to please, too. Just don’t eat his food and everything is good.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

All depends on his relationship with you. When youre starting off as friends, he wont pay any mind to the little things you do. But as your relationship progresses he starts to notice them and honestly he gets a bit flustered by it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you cook something for him. It wouldn’t taste the same as anything else he has ever eaten before. He would love it so much that he would beg you to make him food more often.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ive already covered this and its kinda nnoying now lmao

And no, he wouldn’t want to be protected. He believes that he is strong enough to protect himself and he doesn’t want to burden anyone.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Tbh not much for dates and gifts and stuff like that. For anniversaries however, he’ll take you out on a date to one of his favorite restaurants, or cook a huge meal for both you and him. He’d eat most of it though.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He eats a lot. And he eats anything that fits his appetite, even if its not actual food. And sometimes when you’re together his hunger will pop up again and he’ll need to eat something before continuing. You don’t blame him, but he feels a bit bad about it.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very concerned at all. He’ll occasionally dress up but only if he’s being told to. Other than that, no, he doesn’t really care much about his looks. He just wants to look presentable enough to go out.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Also depends on your relationship with him. If you’re just a friend who he occasionally talks to, then no, he wouldn’t care much about you. But anything past that he would feel like you are becoming more and more part of him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

idk lmfao

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, he wouldn’t like it if you were sneaky when it comes to food. Please don’t ever steal his food. I’m begging you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Cant sleep without holding something. Whether it be a pillow or a person, he needs to hold something while going to sleep. When you came into his life he slowly eased that onto you, starting with just sitting on the bed with you as you slept, then he would lay down with you and drape his arm across you, then after that he’d hold you just like a child would to a teddy bear.

~

NSFW version coming right after this!

(sorry if theres spelling mistakes lmfao im so tired sorry)

[the-fiction-witch]

NSFW 100 : Newt

1. What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve ever had about a total stranger?

I don’t think of strangers that much… likely the first time I saw y/n and I kinda went ‘ “dam...boobs!”

2. Do you prefer sex at night, in the morning, mid-afternoon, or NOW?

At night, while the other boys are sleeping even if it means we have to be a little quieter so we don’t wake anyone else

3. What’s your favourite way to be seduced? 

I don’t need seducing just kinda point or poke me

4. What’s the dirtiest fantasy you’ve had at work?

Well… I had one about bending y/n over a planter while everyone was at lunch 

5. How would you dominate your boss sexually if given the chance?

No thank you, Alby or Zart either I would you rather not.

6. What do you do when you get horny in public?

Uhh… Usually take my hoodie off and wrap it around my waist so knowone sees any issues that arise.

7. Have you ever masturbated in a public bathroom?

Uuuuuuuuuuhhh…. No.

okay maybe once… or twice, before y/n became my girlfriend and she walked around the glade in… shorts.

8. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve thought about while touching yourself?

Being chained in the med jacks, with y/n. 

9. What’s the strangest prop you’ve used to get yourself off?

A pole from the gardens, I am not explaining how I used it!

10. Do you remember the first time you felt aroused?

It was once the night y/n arrived in the glade I had never felt about sex before I saw her but most of the day I was taking care of her and the other jobs I had to do so by the time I got back in my hammock I noticed it

11. Who gave you your first orgasm?

Me. 

12. Do you remember what that first orgasm felt like?

Like an explosion of repressed urges and tension. Like when you stretch and crack a bone that's been annoying for like a week.

13. Have you ever had sex with someone whose name you never knew?

Nope.

14. What’s your favourite thing about a quickie?

The sneakiness and the fact everyones happy and satisfied before we run off to do whatever we still have to do

15. What the most sexually daring thing you’ve ever done?

Sex on the watch tower… Im still surprised we did that, and that we didn’t get caught

16. Have you ever fantasized about fucking one of your teachers?

No! Definitely not. Then again I don’t remember them… so maybe I did

17. Do you ever mentally strip strangers just for kicks?

Well… not strangers. Just y/n. 

18. And then imagine, in dirty detail, what it would be like to fuck them?

Maybe, if already honry then yeah but again only y/n and even more once I didn’t have to imagine what she was hiding from me anymore just remember what she looks like without her cute clothes.

19. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?

Once. In dares, It was minho… not that bad actually kissing a guy better than I expected.

20. What inspires you to make the first move?

Gally did he told me if I didn't he was going to so I had to so I jumped into action and made her a picnic in the woods and I asked if I could kiss her and she said yes from there we were a couple

21. In your opinion, what does it mean to be good in bed?

It makes your partner happy and satisfied.

22. Have you ever cheated on a boyfriend or girlfriend because you just couldn’t help yourself?

No never! I would never betray y/n

23. Have you ever pushed the boundaries of fidelity to the brink and then retreated just for the rush?

No! Why would I ever want anyone but y/n, plus the only other girl is teresa… she’s nice but not for me she’s attractive sure but i'm not attracted to her plus thomas likes her and I couldn’t do that to him or to y/n

24. Do you have a go-to masturbation fantasy?

Y/n cuddling close in my bed and playing with me instead of my hand 

25. What kind of porn turns you on?

I’m not sure what is classed as porn? Is listening to y/n touch herself through her bedroom wall classed as porn? If so YES!

26. Have you ever had sex with your eyes closed?

A couple times but not on purpose sometimes it's just already dark so I can barely see anyway, or when I shut my eyes because I got a little overwhelmed

27. Have you ever blindfolded or handcuffed your partner?

Well… she kinda blindfolds me sometimes and ties me up to the bed a little

28. Does naughty talk get you aroused?

It does so so much especially if she whispered

29. Are you sure about that, my dirty little forest nymph of a sex goddess?

I am very very sure

30. What’s the dirtiest thing someone’s ever said to you during sex?

Properly “I’m going to cum my dirty little girly”

31. Have you ever watched another couple get it on without them knowing?

By accident yes. Accidently watched minho and thomas having sex in there hammock I didn’t mean to it just kinda happened

32. Have you ever watched another couple have sex with their permission?

No! Because that's creepy

33. How would you respond if a couple approached you to be their “third”?

Uhhhhhh no thank you. 

34. What’s the most flattering thing someone’s said about your naked body?

“Your such a beautiful boy” It still makes me blushy

35. When’s the last time you had a vivid sex dream?

Probably last week, they get worse when I’ve been drinking

36. What do you think an orgy would be like?

Awkward. There are two girls and sixty boys. I don’t think it would go well. I’d rather just nuzzle in y/ns bed with her let everyone else have the orgy

37. Have you ever propositioned a total stranger?

Nope, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to

38. What does your ideal one-night stand look like?

A nice dinner then a snuggle up in y/n’s bed and a sexy night until we cuddle up all night and wake up in the morning. 

39. How long does it take you to get yourself off, on average?

About half an hour depending what is being done to me

40. What’s the weirdest thing that turns you on?

Stroking, stroking hair and stroking skin just the whole thing in general

41. Have you ever had a naughty dream about a close friend or family member?

No! Only ever about y/n

42. Have you ever woken up humping your pillow?

So many times more times then I like to admit mostly before y/n started fooling around with me

43. When’s the last time you orgasmed in your sleep?

Yesterday… y/n was spooning and she kept wiping her butt on me so… I couldn’t help it

44. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you while hooking up?

I may have… cum on y/n’s stomach the first time she let me touch her boobs. That was embarrassing

45. Do you like touching yourself in front of the people you sleep with?

I wouldn’t mind if she wanted me too but I tent to keep it a little bit of a secret that I still touch myself, even if everytime she’s caught me she lets me have sex with her

46. What’s the dirtiest text you’ve ever sent or received?

Y/n sent me a note while I was working that said if I cleaned her room for her she’d suck my dick… needless to say her room was spotless.

47. Do you prefer professional or amateur porn?

Uhhhh I guess watching y/n shower is kinda amateur porn.

48. What’s your favourite blowjob technique?

A Lot of tongue and a lot of sucking

49. If you had to pick, would you be a dominatrix or a submissive?

Submissive… she’s better incharge of me

50. Is there anything you won’t do in bed?

Nothing to do with bodily fluids… just ewwwwww!

51. What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy? 

Being locked up all day and letting y/n do whatever she wants to me for the whole day

 52. How many people have you slept with? 

One. Just my sweet little y/n

 53. Where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?

The pond in the woods.

 54. What’s your favourite part of Y/n’s body? 

Her boobs.. And of course her personality, but definitely boobs

 55. Have you ever had anal sex? 

No!! And I don’t want to try! We don’t have lube in the glade! I don’t wanna try it will hurt somebody

 56. If you could choose what Y/n was wearing right now, what would you choose? 

My hoodie and her little panties or those tiny little shorts

 57. Where on your body is your favourite place to be touched? 

My hips I have a weird fascination with being touched and rubbed on my hips

 58. If you could have sex anywhere in the world, where would it be? 

Somewhere cosy and privet I don’t care where

 59. When did you first had sex? 

After Y/n had been here a year

 60. What’s the best sex you’ve ever had? 

The first time with y/n its the best ever!

 61. What’s your favourite position? 

Being ridden! I love it so much

 62. Have you ever been caught having sex? 

By Zart yes. Twice to be fair we were in the garden shed

 63. Do you watch porn? 

I watch Y/n

 64. What kind of porn do you watch? 

Y/n. I watch Y/n.

 65. How often do you masturbate? 

Twice a day… unless I get some sex

 66. Name a sex position you’d like to try?

Reverse cowgirl! Pleeeease! I wanna try so hard

 67. Do you prefer to give or receive? 

Give! I will give as much as y/n wants me too but if there if an offer to be receiving I will do anything I’m asked

  68. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

Yep in the pond in the woods

 69. What’s the most sex you’ve had in a day? 

Twelve on our day off anniversary

 70. Are you loud or quiet during sex? 

Quiet when we are trying to be sneaky but loud when we wanna make the glade here us

 71. Have you ever tried using food during foreplay? 

Never… seems sticky and gross

 72. What’s the first thing that sexually attracts you to someone? 

The personality of course… Boobs help second

 73. Would you say you have any fetishes? 

I like being restrained

 74. When it comes to BDSM, how far have you gone/would go? 

Tieing up, and maybe a little biting but that's about all

 75. What’s your favourite toy? 

Rope.... I like rope a lot

 76. Do you ever read erotic fiction? 

No… but I’m curious

 77. Have you joined the mile high club? 

No But I want to, we have fooled around in the tallest tree we could find but I want more the world will hear us!

 78. Do you think you could take off Y/n underwear with no hands? 

I have… many times. I normally use my mouth 

 79. Would you say you’re kinky? 

Kinda…

 80. Do you enjoy shower sex? 

Yes! I love shower sex! Or shower watching… anything to do with showers I am onboard!

 81. Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever masturbated? 

The Garden shed.

 82. Do you like to be spanked? 

Well… Maybe sometimes. 

 83. Have you ever fantasised about someone else during sex? 

No! Of course not! Why would I want to

 84. If y/n caught you masturbating, would you stop or would you finish? 

I would stop if she wanted too, but normally if I get caught she takes over or finishes me off in another ways

 85. Have you ever had an inappropriate crush? 

Not really, just on y/n 

 86. Have you ever cried or fallen asleep during sex? 

I cried the first time I was so embarrassed I came so early and because of how good it felt inside y/n but only asleep after

  87. Do you prefer eye contact or not during sex? 

I love Eye contact so much it feels so nice when you have eye contact

 88. Do you like to kiss during sex? 

Kisses always 

 89. Do you get tired after sex? 

So sleepy once I’ve cum but that's perfect for cuddles

 90. How many positions do you think you’ve tried? 

Most of them I guess

 91. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sex? 

Other then before I lost my virginity, But once we did it the first time after that I think it was about three days

 92. How high is your sex drive? 

Very very high!

 93. What’s a surefire way to turn you on? 

Ask

 94. Sex with lights on or lights off? 

Candles on...

 95. Do you like dirty talk? 

Very Very Very much!

 96. Do you prefer one night stands or longer-term sexual partners? 

Long term always

 97. Do you prefer to be on top or bottom? 

Bottom!!

 98.Rough or romantic? 

Romantically rough

 99. Quickie or marathon session? 

Marathon all of the day off!

 100. What’s the best thing about our sex life? 

The amazing love of you my beautiful girl. 

[xumos-hoe]

Oh boi, where do I begin... this request is somewhat inspired by Gavin's post about having to train more and loose some weight cause he gained some. Now I just want to see MCs reaction to the bois gaining some tummy fat. I DEMAND SOME SQUISHING ACTION!!!!!!!!!!! But I also kind of want to see MC gaining a lil tummy chub, getting spooned and getting her belly squished :3 sorry for the big request but I find chub so adorable!!!!!!!!

MMMMMM IM ALL ABOUT THAT SQUISHING ACTION😤✊ HOPE YOU ENJOY BOO!!!♥️

MC/MLQC crew gaining chub

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Victor (Him gaining chub)

Victor was fucking sculpted by Michaelangelo himself

With abs like that, you could scrub urself clean with em😤

Alas, he was struggling through a difficult project at LFG, so he hardly had time to maintain that godly physique

One evening, the two of you decided to celebrate the conclusion of the project with a private bath in his jacuzzi cus rich people tingz

You were laying against his chest, swirling your finger through the water as Victor held you close, arms propped on either edge of the tub with a warm towel over his eyes.

When you shifted into a more comfortable position, you felt it.

long gone was the rock hard abdomen muscles—now, he felt a little squishy.

Victor didn’t notice the discovery you had just made, but you were intrigued...

So you carefully poked his stomach one more time, marveling as your finger sunk a little into the chub. In fact, looking at him like this, his obliques weren’t so defined anymore.

Victor made a small sound from behind you, almost a sigh, but didn’t move. So you squished his tummy again and giggled.

Suddenly, he peeled away the towel from his eyes and peered down at you unimpressed.

“What in the world are you doing?”

“Victor! Look!” You poked his tummy again, “you’re getting chubbier!”

Maybe it was the hot water but Victor’s face turned an uncharacteristic shade of red as he watched you, stunned speechless. But he didn’t say a word, so you kept on poking his torso.

“You might need to get back into the gym...These love-handles aren’t gonna solve themselves.” You giggled before softly pinching his sides.

Suddenly, Victor gripped your wrist tightly and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“Getting a little bold, are we?”

His free hand traveled up the plane of your stomach before cupping your breasts. His lips were at your ear, murmuring as he began massaging it.

“Two can play at that game...”

(MC gaining chub)

You were in a heated make out session that was about to turn into more.

Victor’s lips traveled away from your own, down the pulse at your neck, and to the bare plane of you stomach.

He broke away, smiling mischeviously to himself before peering up.

“Perhaps I’ve been feeding you a little too much.”

Your cheeks turned pink when you realized what he was referring to—your tummy, that had gotten a lot squisher recently...

You couldn’t help but scoot away shyly, pulling down your shirt and mumbling a quick response. “Maybe I did gain some weight...”

Victor moved back up, kissing up your neck to your lips, keeping a steady hand at your tummy rubbing gentle circles.

He broke away and pinched your stomach, smiling as you yelped. “Don’t say a word against it. I, for one, think it’s very cute.”

Lucien (Him gaining chub)

Lucien’s also built like a Greek god tbh

But he can lose it very quickly if not maintained.

You were watching him one morning, lingering in bed, as he stripped to get ready for work.

What caught your eyes was the wayyy less visible musculature of his abdomen. A little bit of a tummy had formed there instead (must be because he spends his entire life in that lab)

You smiled to yourself and crawled over, sneaking a hand around his side before lightly tapping it. “What happened here, professor?”

Lucien’s movements paused as he stared into the mirror, noticing what you were referring to before smiling.

“You don’t mind it?”

“Of course I don’t mind!” You pinched this time, giggling when he visibly flinched. “It’s cute on you.”

Lucien’s hands clasped your own over his tummy, squeezing softly. “It won’t be here for long. As soon as I finish this current research project, I’ll be getting back into the gym.”

You frowned, “at least keep it here for a little longer. I wanna try blowing raspberries!”

(MC gaining chub)

You were on your period again, dying on the couch as another wave of cramps crashed over you.

You were sitting between Lucien’s legs as he rubbed your tummy slowly, sneaking in the occasional peck to comfort you.

The body warmer wasn’t doing much, in fact, Lucien’s hands were somehow even more comforting. As the pain began waning, the rubbing turned into a small poke.

“You’re chubbier than before.” He stifled a small laugh, squishing gently.

Although he had only meant it as a joke, you on the other hand, blushed furiously before pulling away.

“You’re calling me fat, aren’t you?”

Lucien was taken aback by your response, but he pulled you back into his arms immediately, hushing quietly by your ear. You whimpered as another wave of cramps began.

“Quiet now...you’re in pain so take it easy.” When his hand went back to rubbing, he snuck in a few squishes before leaning to kiss your cheek. “And I like how soft you are, it feels more comforting...”

He chuckled before adding, “you’re even cuter this way.”

Kiro (Him gaining chub)

Savin would beat this kid with a shoe before he ever gained weight💀

But Kiro had taken a small hiatus from performing and went back to enjoying his early adult life.

During a cuddle session one night, you were bigspooning Kiro as he munched on a bag of chips.

You noticed he felt a little heavier and softer than before, so without a word, you lifted up his shirt and began laughing.

Kiro looked up at you, confused. “Why’re you laughing?”

You responded by giving his tummy a small squish. “I didn’t know you gained all this so quickly!”

Kiro paused before laughing, squishing his own stomach. “Maybe I let loose a little too much...”

You slapped the beat of one of his songs on the plane of his stomach, giggling uncontrollably as you marveled at the unfamiliar chub.

Kiro joined the giggling and started humming the tune, slapping along.

(MC gaining chub)

You were trying on a new bikini, frowning as you poked your tummy in the mirror. “Kiro? Do I look any fatter to you?”

Kiro was on his phone, lounging in bed when he looked up and whistled. “Beautiful as always, Miss Chips!”

You cringed as you poked your tummy. “But my stomach looks like it’s gotten a little bigger. See?”

You walked over to him, frowning and gesturing to the little mound of chub that had formed there.

Before Kiro could responded, he pulled you onto the bed in a flash, tickling your sides immediately till you were giggling uncontrollably beneath him.

“You manage to get cuter everyday, you know that?” Kiro grinned wide and lowered his head to blow a raspberry as his tickling intensified.

You tried to pull away, but your limbs felt like jelly from all the laughter.

all the kiss marks he left on your stomach made you forget about your original worry in no time.

Gavin (Him gaining chub)

Gavin works out eVeryday

His job basically depends on him working out

But jfc he paid attention to eVerythingggg. You’ve never met a man who pointed out the smallest changes in his physique more than Gavin.

He knew his body was a masterpiece and it HAD to stay that way.

But one evening, he emerged from the shower, frowning as he kept a tight grip on the towel around his hips.

You were lounging in bed, taking immediate notice of your seemingly upset boyfriend.

“What’s up with you?”

“I’m fine...” Gavin called back, walking over to the mirror before frowning some more. He paused before quietly adding, “Actually MC...”

You hummed to let him know you were listening.

“It seems like I’ve gained a little bit of weight, doesn’t it?”

You mouth fell to the mf ground when you heard that.

Gained??? weight??? Gavin what???

“If you mean with more muscle, then yeah.”

Gavin scoffed and turned towards you. “I’m not joking—maybe I’ve been slacking off with training too much...”

He went back to scrutinizing his reflection in the mirror, running a slow hand down his abdomen before wincing.

You rose from the bed, exasperated, as you walked over and wrapped your arms around his torso. “C’mon Gav, don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“MC, there’s a very strict physique I gotta maintain.”

Your arm around his waist reached a little lower and tapped his abs.

“Hmm...maybe they are getting a little squishier...”

Of course you were shitting around, but he didn’t take it that way...

He froze beneath your touch before pulling away immediately to get dressed. “I won’t be back for a few hours—gotta get to the gym before it closes.”

GAVIN WAIT NO—

(MC gaining chub)

I think Gavin loves the chub and extra fluff.

So when you were modeling a few tops for him at home, he whistled lowly and ushered you closer.

You walked over, a little confused, before feeling his arms wrap around your waist loosely as he laid his head against your tummy, sighing contentedly. “You’re as soft as you look.”

Your entire face flushed nervously as strands of his hair began tickling up the plane of your tummy. You felt self-consciousa and tried to back away, but his grip only tightened.

“You can’t wear this shirt out.” He mumbled, pressing his lips right above your naval. “This is for my eyes only.”

He free hand squished your side, grinning as you shyed away. After a few moments of silent admiration, he pulled you beside his body, spooning you from behind as he spread a trail of kisses around your shoulder.

“How did I get so lucky with a cutie like you?”

[joongzone-blog]

ateez reaction to you playing a viagra prank on them (m)

anon: omg love your writing. can i please request an ateez reaction to you playing a viagra prank on them and if you could please make it a little long. i just think that’ll be hilarious.

HONGJOONG:

he’d be in the hotel room next door to yours, sharing a room with yunho when he starts to feel it getting hard

he doesn’t know why it’s getting hard, he wasn’t thinking of anything besides wanting to go to sleep but it jolts him awake

luckily yunho left the room to go join san and wooyoung

u, on the other hand, are wondering if it had set in yet so u look it up and when u realise it should kick in by now

u facetime him just to mock him

he immediately picks up

u put on a smirk and ur suddenly more annoying than usual according to hongjoong

“hi joong. how’s it going?”

he tried to hide it but u know whats going on...he just...doesn’t know it was u

“nothing much” he says “just y’know...making beats on my laptop...haha!”

“oh? that must be hard to do huh?”

“not really, it comes naturally to me now. why are u still awake?”

“it’s just...so...hard...to fall asleep and it’s so frustrating...my temper just...keeps growing...because of it...”

“stop that...why are u talking like that u weirdo” 

ur laugh suddenly can’t be contained and u just burst out in cackles, throwing the phone on the bed 

“ya! why are u laughing at me!”

once u managed to get urself together u grabbed ur phone and told him the prank u pulled on him while u and the members went out to eat earlier

his face fumes!!!

“ya! was this u?” he angrily scoffs “why would u pick me as ur victim?!”

“ur easily deceived joong. plus i saw it at the pharmacy counter yesterday and thought it’d be funny”

“im gonna beat ur ass when i see u tomorrow”

“come to my room we’ll figure out what to do with it”

“it would get flaccid seeing u, no thanks”

and u start bickering back and forth for a good three mins before joong groans into his pillow

“ya! i hate u so much!!!”

SEONGHWA

omg this baby would be so shy about it

u gave it to him it in replace of headache relief pill...but he doesn’t know that bc seonghwa doesn’t check

he’ll be on a vlive with yeosang later on when it starts getting hard

ur watching their vlive from the other room and ur just waiting...for something to happen...

when it gets hard all of a sudden his face contorts

“omo...”

and he’d look down but then immediately look up bcos he’s realising on live broadcasting

yeosang b like “what? what’s wrong?”

and seonghwa would be so speechless he’d look back and forth from yeosang to the camera 

nobody can see it bc of the filter but he is blushing like crazy

“hyung, stop fooling around, what’s wrong?”

and u watch as seonghwa whispers something into his ear, u in ur room quietly laughing to urself but also thinking of how to apologise to seonghwa bc u know he doesn’t handle pranks like these well

yeosang then does the same as seonghwa and looks back and forth from him and the camera

yeosang be like “ok everyone we have to go! it’s getting late goodnight!”

but the time is only 8pm and u just laugh as u turn ur phone off

from ur room u can hear them panicking about what to do, and seonghwa yelling and yeosang yelling back

YUNHO

big baby would also be so shy!!!

this prank would be urs and wooyoung’s idea

u would be accompanying him and the members on the set of an mv filming

u would be watching yunho and wooyoung being goofy behind the scenes in front of the cameras

and then yunho’s face suddenly changes...like in the gif...god

and wooyoung is smirking and being touchy feely with him bc he knows whats up

“yunho, is everything ok? ur not feeling sick are u?” he teases

“get y/n...i need her...like now...wooyoung please...”

wooyoung laughs at him as he goes over to u and tell u that ur boyfriend wants u

“baby what’s wrong?” u say, acting like u dont know whats wrong

he looks around, his face blushing bright red, to make sure nobody is looking at him

“i...”

“yunho...tell me what’s wrong”

“babe i-i have a...b-boner...”

u cant help but laugh and he quickly covers up ur mouth while backing u up into somewhere secluded

“shhh!!! please!!!”

“how’d u manage that huh? what were u thinking of huh?”

“literally nothing! idk why i just got it...god it hurts...what do i do?”

u put ur hand between his thighs knowing u two are alone and u squeeze one of his thighs lightly

“we could help it a bit? there’s an unused room down the hall-”

but before u can even finish it yunho grabs ur arm and dashes through the hall with u

“please, i just want it gone, i cant be having a boner on an mv, i’d get clowned by atiny”

YEOSANG

i think he’d either be the most calm about it or be the complete opposite and freak out 

but let’s stick to the most calm since that’s more his personality

u would pull the same prank on him like u did with seonghwa, making him think it was a headache relief pill

he’ll be in the middle of dancing with the members when all of a sudden...

he’d be like: and i...OOP!

he’d try to get through a few minutes dancing with it bc he thinks he’s gotten a random hard-on and thinks if he focuses on something else then it will go away

but not with viagra

when he realises its not going down he’d excuse himself to the toilets 

he’ll sit in a cubicle and wait for someone in there to leave before taking off the lower half clothes and touching himself

he wants it to go away because he has no time to be embarrassed

he just wants it to go away and he’s panicking because he’s been touching himself for god knows how long and he cant feel himself getting close

so he texts you as a last resort

yeosang: babe

you: yes?

yeosang: i really need a big favor from you

you: hm...depends what it is...

yeosang: baby can you touch yourself and let me hear you?

you: oh? you’re horny?

yeosang: i wasn’t but i just got this hard-on and i went to touch myself but nothing...

yeosang: i know it’s late but i panicked, im sorry...oh god, you really don’t need to, it’s okay don’t worry

YOU are calling...

SAN

cute baby boy would so laugh the fact that you and yunho had plotted to pull this prank off so san wouldn’t sleep tonight

he’d just laugh at himself as he watches it get harder and harder in the shower

“oh my god! what is this!”

cackles and cackles, his cute laughs everywhere

yunho is sitting in their shared room on his phone and all he can hear is san yelling and cackling at himself in the shower

he knows what’s up

“yunho! i got a boner!”

yunho laughs so hard at how easy it is for san to just tell him these things

“pretty sure a little birdie and i slipped something in your americano this morning to get back at u for the shampoo prank but that’s none of my business!”

san laughs so hard he nearly slips but thankfully he’s okay

he’s just . looking down at himself . laughing

he isn;t surprised that yunho pulled this off but you? his own girlfriend? would betray him like this?

he peeks out from the shower curtain and grabs his phone thats sitting closeby and he starts to call you

when u pick up u are welcomed to the sound of san’s high pitched screaming

“ya! i can’t believe how much of a snake you are! do you know what you did to me? cause im staring at it right now and it hurts! it’s funny but what if this never comes down in the morning! how am i supposed to sleep on my stomach when this...thing...wants to sleep with me! ya! you’re dead tomorrow!”

san doesn’t talk about anything else for the rest of the night except for ways to get rid of his hard-on while yunho is fast asleep

MINGI

omg another big baby that would both be shy and be dramatic about it

u pranked him earlier and now u and mingi are baking something together for yeosang’s birthday that’s coming soon

he’s whirring mixture when it starts to get hard and he immediately shuts the machine off

he takes a big deep breath because he’s not sure just how on earth he has managed to get a boner in the middle of baking

he tries to push it down but that!!! hurts!!!

he shrieks and u ask him whats wrong

he ushers you away, telling u nothing is wrong

but u have a faint idea that maybe it’s the little viagra pill u slipped into his drink earlier

mingi can’t take it no more bc it gets harder and harder the more he tries to ignore it

he’s quiet, silently inching behind you before you feel it pressing against your back

hm, you think

“babe. i’m not sure what’s going on but it’s stressing me out.”

“but we’re baking”

“i know but if i keep going the others are bound to see it and i, for sure, know they’re going to clown me”

“the cupcakes are gonna burn baby, you’ll just have to wait”

but he’s a big baby and he just whines over and over, whimpering as it gets even harder and warms his stomach

it makes you laugh so hard but you enjoy toying with mingi 

you love seeing him be so helpless and under your control

“baby can’t we just pause the oven and resume it when we’re done?”

WOOYOUNG

i see him having the same reaction as san but more exaggerated except because of the situation, he’s more collected about it:

u thought it was funny to drop one in his coke while u were eating out with the members

on the drive home the members are all fast asleep in the van except for you and wooyoung

you because you were reading a really cool book and wooyoung...well because he’s been trying to hide his hard-on since it started getting hard

you’ve been noticing how often he’s been changing positions with his legs and it started to irk you a little now because you just want him to tell you that he’s hard without getting shy

“babe, if you’re going to keep hiding your hard-on from me you might aswell just sit with the driver so i can’t see”

“how...how did you know?”

you laugh to yourself putting your hand between his thighs and rubbing it 

wooyoung is hot and absolutely not collected but he stays quiet because he’s with his members and they’re all asleep

you unbutton his jeans and wooyoung gets even more hotter bc ur hand presses against his throbbing hard-on

you rub it, just to see his reaction and the way he closes his eyes pleases you

but then he opens them quickly, realising where he is

you laugh at him and punch him jokingly, “relax, i’m not going to jack you off while the others are here”

and wooyoung groans but he knows ur right and besides, it’s much more fun when u two are alone

JONGHO

omg what a sweet boy!

[syfynjvall]

OTP ASK GAME - farah & juliette

tagged by @havennly thank u!! i’m gonna tag @agentnatesewell @bryceslahela @agentfreckles @serafinedupont @agentnats if youve done it already i apologize ksks

(long post warning)

DISAGREEMENTS.

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

juliette, but it’s honestly never anything serious. more often than not its just bc she gets very competitive during game nights

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

neither, even kidding about it kinda hurts each others souls

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

neither

Who trashes the house?

i cant see either of them doing it

Do either of them get physical?

never in a million years

How often do they argue/disagree?

not often, and when they do its mostly about petty things like leaving empty containers in the fridge

Who is the first to apologize?

both are good about it

SEX.

who is on top? Who is on bottom?

hmmm they switch

any kinks?

welllll jules put on her old cheerleading uniform from college as a joke once and farah was into it. theyre both into roleplay

who has the strangest desires?

jules

who’s dominant in bed?

it’s a pretty even split

is head ever in the equation?

yes

if so, who is better at performing it?

probably farah

ever had sex in public?

once. under the bleachers at the football field. pretty cliché

who moans the most?

uhh both

who leaves the most marks?

farah

who is the more experienced of the two?

definitely jules. she had a LOT of fun in college

do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

make love. it’s very special for both of them bc they know they’re gonna last

how long do they usually last?

it depends but both of them can usually go pretty long

rough or soft?

typically soft, but rough if theyre in the mood

is protection used?

no

does it ever get boring?

no

where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

dont know? maybe in an empty room in the agency? idk lol

FAMILY.

do they plan on having children/or have children?

oh yeah definitely

if so, how many children do they want/have?

juliette loved the look on farahs face the first time they talked about it and she said she wanted ten kids. it was a joke obv but they probably end up having three or four. jules always wanted siblings growing up and she was sad she never got that wish so she doesnt want her own kids to be lonely like she was

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle?

both of them are huge cuddle bugs and they get cozy almost everywhere

who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

juliette

who struggles to keep their hands to themselves?

both

how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

their cuddles can last a while but farah probably wiggles away first

what is their favourite non-sexual activity?

they love girls night out and its even more fun when tina joins them. put the three of them together and its basically nonstop chaos, but so fun

where is their favourite place to cuddle?

predictable, but the bed. jules is one of those extravagant mattress people so her bed is basically a giant pillow and its very comfortable

SLEEPING.

who snores?

both

if both do, who snores the loudest?

jules, and you better believe farah teases her relentlessly

do they share a bed or sleep separately?

jules WAS a very picky sleeper until she got together with farah, now she gets pouty if they dont share a bed

if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

they cozy up, but juliette is a blanket hog so she usually ends up with most of the covers

what do they wear to bed?

jules usually just wears a top, farah wears pajama sets

are either of them insomniacs?

no

can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

not before everything that went down in book one, but since murphy, yeah. jules has a hard time falling asleep now

do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

definitely cuddly sleepers

who wakes up with bed hair?

both

who wakes up first?

farah. she’s usually the one to rouse juliette when she’s about to be late

who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

neither of them can cook so... neither lol

what is their favourite sleeping position?

farah loves being the little spoon and jules loves making her feel safe so

do they set an alarm each night?

jules does but she hits snooze at least six times a morning

who has nightmares?

juliette, and farah has no problem soothing her back to sleep when she wakes up

can a television be found in their bedroom?

yes. they’re both obsessed with trashy shows

who has ridiculous dreams?

farah!

who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

again, juliette is an unfortunate bed hog

who makes the bed?

farah. juliette is cute but she’s not always that tidy

what time is bed time?

whenever jules feels like it, and farah will follow her lead

any routines/rituals before bed?

other than the typical going to bed things, no

who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

farah probably

WORK.

who is the busiest?

both are pretty busy but since juliette has two jobs i guess she is a little bit more

who rakes in the highest income?

juliette probably?

are any of them unemployed?

UB gets paid right? so neither then? lol

who takes the most sick days?

juliette. her “bend the rules” stat is at 88%

what are their jobs?

detective and agent

who sucks up to their boss?

definitely not jules. farah might a LITTLE bit since rebecca is juliette’s mom but i think we know how that turns out lmao

who is more likely to turn up late to work?

despite juliette’s aversion for rule following she’s usually pretty puntcual at least, so im gonna say farah

who stresses the most?

im gonna say neither

do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

farah loves hers for the most part, jules feels like hers is more of a chore but she does love interacting with people.

are they financially stable?

yes

HOME.

who does the washing?

farah. once again juliette isnt super messy per se, but she is a bit cluttered

who takes out the trash?

both

who does the ironing?

jules is pretty good about that

who does the cooking?

neither. they both try but they’re both disasters so they order out mostly (more than they should)

who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

it’s about equal because again, they’re disasters

who is messier?

juliette

who leaves the toilet roll empty?

farah

who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

neither

[redacted] you are not going to miss this question.

who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

both

who answers the telephone?

juliette

who mows the lawn?

they dont have a lawn

who does the vacuuming?

probably jules

who does the groceries?

when they remember to do it, they like to go together

who takes the longest to shower?

jules

[redacted] you are not going to miss this question.

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem?

no but farah does love buying stuff

how many cars do they own?

just one

what’s their song?

it changes but rn lucky by jason mraz fits them so well

do they live in the city or in the country?

juliette LOVES city life and farah thinks it would be fun too so they plan to move to the city one day

do they own their home or do they rent?

rented for now, for juliette anyway

do they enjoy their surroundings?

jules has a nostalgic fondness for wayhaven but again, really she’s itching to live in the city. farah likes it too but it’s a little too mellow for her liking sometimes

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

oh my god, theyre both clingy babies so they’ll be pouty and sad and constantly just text each other

where did they first meet?

juliette’s office

who spends the most money when out shopping?

probably farah

who’s more likely to flash their assets?

jules, but farah will too

any mental issues?

juliette definitely has ptsd after book one, and then its worsened after the trappers (she saved farah so she had to see sanja die)

who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

they both do lol

who’s terrified of bugs?

im thinking farah

who kills the spiders around the house?

juliette

do they have any fears for their future?

they’re both afraid of losing each other, mostly. juliette also worries a bit that maybe farah will get sick of her because she’s a “lot,” she was always told by past bfs/gfs that she was a handful or too wild or whatever so she worries she might scare farah off but when she voices that thought farah is very quick to very seriously assure her thats not going to happen

their favourite place?

the bar, also the forest to stargaze or picnic

who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

jules, but it’s definitely at a restaurant lol

who pays the bills?

definitely juliette

who’s the tallest?

jules is 5’9, farah is 5′4

who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

farah

who wanders around in their underwear?

jules

who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

both!! theyre both so goofy about it

what do they tease each other about?

pretty much everything, they’re bantering almost constantly

who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

neither of them are exactly fashion experts, so

who crushed first?

juliette

any alcohol or substance related problems?

no, jules enjoys drinking but she knows her limits

who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

jules

who swears the most?

both

[diningpageantry]

soulmates? (oh my god they were soulmates)

(im so sorry this took me a hot second. i’m also sorry this is a bit of a meme/crackfic. probably not what you were expecting, but definitely something i’m here to offer. i blame the discord for encouraging me.)

(the following fic is like, a vague rated M/E. depends on how you rate.)

Everyone’s who’s got magic has got a soul mark.

For some, it’s easy to find. Handprint on their neck, on their cheek. Commonly on their hands, or forearms, while for others, it’s more hidden. Penny’s got two, laying right on her sides. She showed me once, back in fifth year, where her’s is.  They perfectly fit Micah’s palms.

Then there’s people like Baz, whose mark I’d first caught when he thought I was asleep and he’d just gotten out of the shower, having forgotten a change of clothes and letting his towel hang around his hips.

His mark is a single palm pressed to his lower back, settling along the sloping, intimate curve right above his bum.

We all know what it means. Everyone knows what it means.

The slightly off-fleshy pigmented print is wherever your soulmate’s touching you when they first tell you they love you. Whether a light brush, or a firm grip, it fills in where their skin meets yours. Down to the lines of their palms.

For some it’s platonic–a matching one with your best friend, with palms pressed together or hands around shoulders. For others, it’s clearly romantic.

Which is, probably, why I can never stop thinking about mine.

Because it’s around my dick.

Which is something I never really put on full blast, and only two people know–Penny and Agatha.

Penny’s the first person I’ve ever told, after having told her for a while “It’s under my clothes”. But, eventually (as in, when I started dating Agatha), she’d asked me if we “Tested it”.

I asked her what “Tested it” implied, and she gave me a funny look.

“You haven’t tried to put her hand on your mark?”

That brought a load of other questions, partially narrowing down to “Is this cheating?”, then going to “Nah. If it fits, it’s right”, but then the panic set in of knowing Agatha would have to touch my prick, so I’d blurt out an answer right there.

“But we’re not there yet!”

Penny gave me a weird look, followed by me trying to explain as quietly as possible, that my mark isn’t somewhere… normal.

She just looked my trousers, and burst into laughter.

Really helped my confidence there.

But, of course, eventually we had to test it (and it wasn’t the sexiest of tests either). See, Aggie’s mark is one of those brushing marks–the nondescript, light though of fingertips to her knuckles on each side. When we were 14, I caught myself staring at them during dinner every night for a week, wondering how it’d happen. I came to the conclusion, eventually, that it was most probable that someone would be brushing their hands over hers, probably as she’s holding something, like a mug, while saying it.

Intimate, but not in my way. The sort of intimacy you’d get from late night conversations.

Mine’s the unavoidable intimate. The kind where I know we’ll be more than just friends.

Which is why it wasn’t until our Christmas that we tried.

It was in her room, late on Christmas night. We were a bit tipsy, and she was smiling more than I’ve seen her smile in over a year or so.

She’d told me, then that she’s never seen my mark. I told her it depends on a lot. She laughed, and said “What? Our virginity?”

I didn’t laugh back.

Then the room got silent. Nothing beyond the soft crackle of her fireplace before she giggled again, eyes wide at me. “Does this mean?”

“It’s on my prick, yeah. We’d have too…”

Long story short, with a lot of fumbling and awkward stares, we’d realized pretty soon that it was definitely too big of a hand to be her’s.

We broke up the next week. Nothing too emotional–it was understood on both ends. She said she didn’t want to drag us out, and I said I didn’t want to force it if it isn’t fate.

Baz made jokes when we’d split. Said I’m probably mark-less, since I’m Normal born, but I’d shot back that I hadn’t seen his either (I did), so he must be mate-less. His lips twitched, as he snapped off, telling me it’s hidden (I knew) before dropping the conversation entirely.

Two things came about that experience. One, that it’s definitely a larger hand (not particularly guaranteed that it’s a man’s hand, but I have a sneaking suspicion that a bit too big to not be). (Okay yes. It’s bigger than my hand. I’ve checked, with a bit of awkward repositioning of my own hand, and whoever’s it is is probably taller than me. Or just has longer fingers. Or maybe I just have small-ish hands?) Two, that it probably isn’t something I’d particularly want to test.

That is, unless I’d want to invite all the blokes I know over to put their hands on my prick.

(Probably should dabble in the idea that this might make me a bit gay, but that’s a thing I thought not to focused on too much.)

From that point I’d let it slip my mind.

Recede back to where everything else I’d rather not think of sits–nestled between where Watford has come to sit, along with memories of The Mage. I’d much less forgotten about it rather than ignored it, figured it wasn’t worth thinking of.

Even when I got with Baz, we decided not to test it. Neither of our marks.

Not until this morning, when he went to leave for class with a quick peck to my cheek. I’d turned, settling a hand to the small of his back as he spun around to meet me, and hummed a content “I love you, be safe” without really thinking.

We usually just say “Love you”.

I don’t know what came over me for the extra “I”, but I suppose I’d felt it today.

Then is when he promptly froze, staring at me wide-eyed and opened mouth as it hit both of us where my hand is. Where I was holding.

He, to an odd expected relief, didn’t say it back then.

He just murmured a quiet “Love you” before practically running off with a dazed look across his face.

Which is where we’re left now.

Me, waiting at Penn and I’s flat.

Baz, bringing take out for dinner.

And nothing on my mind but my prick, sadly. And it’s in the least-sexual way.

We haven’t quite broken this boundary. Nine months in. Usually, I’m not in the mood (it’s been hard to find any mood recently), or he’s too tired from classes (he began some in early summer), or he’s worried his fangs will pop and… It’s always something. We joke about it, and it isn’t like we haven’t seen each other naked, it’s not something we’ve found a proper way to break through.

But I guess this means we should figure it out today.

I startle a bit when I finally hear him, letting himself in with his key. He greets me with a kiss to my hair, unnervingly silent as he goes to unpack our food.

“So…”

“We don’t need to talk about it.” He’s got his voice his usual icy-flatness, gaze dragged over to me and looking borderline tired. I wonder if he just doesn’t have the energy.

“Do you not want to?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Looks like you don’t.”

He looks over at me, then sighs. “No…”

“Then just tell me if you don’t want to. It’s fine, I’m partially a grown up.” I sit up more. “There’s a lot to process.”

I watch as he drops his hands onto the countertop, gaze studying over the bag as he does his usual, you know, thinking before he speaks (wonder what that’s like). It’s a few seconds before he finally starts, eyes still locked on what’s below him. “It’s not just the action of it. It’s the premise. It’s… knowing something I was scared of being wrong, and the standing fear that–” he tries not to sound choked. He tries so hard, but I can hear it. The small catch in his voice. “That it isn’t right.”

I try to sit up and move towards him, but he shakes his head and exhales.

“If you want to test it, Snow,” he mumbles. “Then we can test it.”

“I…”

“What?”

I bite my lip. “Well, I’m the first one who said ‘I love you’, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Then what makes you think my mark doesn’t match your hand?”

He shrugs. “The constant denial of it for years? The hopefulness I’ve held since you and Wellbelove broke it off–”

I can’t take his moping anymore. Really, I can’t. I spring up from the couch and march over just to snog him silent, nudging him up against the fridge doors as he relaxes and kisses me back. And holds onto me. And keeps me snug, letting me rub my hand over his lower back, feeling safely assured that yes, my hand most definitely does fit there.

“Simon–”

I break us apart, nudging our foreheads together as I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. Nope. Don’t.”

“But…”

“I know you’re the one, Baz. Why else would I put up with you?”

He starts to smile, trying to stop himself before it spreads out to an actual, normal sort of grin, settling his head back against the fridge. “Yes, well,” he chuckles breathily. “Feelings mutual.”

I grin, kissing his cheek and shifting our hips. “What feeling?”

He quirks a brow. “You know I can’t say it.”

“Well, you can. You’ve just gotta put your hand in my trousers.”

He scoffs, still grinning. “You’re ridiculous, Snow.”

“It’s not me!” I laugh back, “It’s the universe telling you to touch my dick!”

“Fuck the universe.” His hand catches on my chest, starting to drag down in a mind twistingly, unfairly teasing way.

“Bold words for someone complying,” I whisper heavily, tugging him closer as he pushes away my waistband.

His fingertips settle against the exposed bit of skin before starting to sink deeper. “It’s not being complicit,” he purrs back, “if it’s something I want.”

I practically moan, skin tingling as he slowly takes grip of me, and making my knees wobble. “Baz…”

“I love you.”

[masters-little-masochist]

1. When was the last time you masturbated?

2 days ago. im starting to get antsy.

2. Do you enjoy being fingered/fingering?

eh.

3. How do you feel about food during sex?

no. no, no, no.

4. What do you do directly after sex?

aftercare and cuddles :3

5. Cuddle with the tip in?

fuck. yes.

6. What’s the nastiest sexual thing you’ve done?

uh........... lick my own blood? not sure.

7. Name a follower you have fucked.

N/A.

8. Name a follower you have fucked.

N/A.

9. What’s the sexiest part of your body?

uh.... hips? i dunno, i dont like me.

11. Would you ever be with a trans person?

...as a trans person, yes, and we arent a fetish. fuck off.

12. Riding dick or doggy style?

both. i do like doggy slightly more though.

14. Most random place you’ve had sex?

N/A. it was all in my room.

15. Would you ever be part of the mile high club?

nope.

17. Fuck on the first date?

depends

18. Do you suck dick?

fuck yes i do

19. Do you eat ass?

no

20. Do you eat pussy?

if they want me to

21. Do you like kissing?

yisss

22. Is farting during sex sexy?

im not into it, so its not sexy. but its a natural body thing, so its not repulsing either.

23. Ever fucked in the shower?

i wish.

24. How old were you when you lost your virginity?

19.

25. Do you prefer sex in the morning, afternoon, or night?

all of them, i dont care.

26. Do you like drunk sex?

yes

27. Do you like high sex?

no.

29. When was your first kiss?

cant remember

30. How did you meet the person you lost your virginity to?

online, during an ARG.

31. Have you ever faked an orgasm?

...yes.

32. Ever painted/been painted on?

nope.

33. You like sex toys?

uh, fuck yes.

34. What’s your favorite sex position?

pinned up against a corner, unable to move

35. Sex on a bed, couch, or floor?

i dont mind, any work.

36. Do you like car sex?

never had it

37. You get instantly horny; what happened?

... get called "pet" and basically get told that im going to be fucked until i cant breathe.

39. Describe your crush.

unreachable... :(

40. Woukd you ever be with someone with an incurable STD?

depends on who.

41. Rate your sex.

me? 3. my partner? *fucking 11.*

42. Rate your head game.

....5.

43. Would you fuck someone outside of your race?

yeah

44. Describe the type of freak you are.

pitch black everything, babey. leather, whips, rope, what i can see...

45. Ever tasted your own nut/cum?

no.. i should.

46. Into golden showers?

no.

47. Body count: Under or Over 25?

under.

48. How do you feel about nipple play?

never tried it, but im up to.

50. Which are you better at: topping or bottoming?

bottoming for sure.

51. What do you consider “too small?”

4 inches and ¾ inch girth.

52. Is play fighting foreplay?

depends on who and what the circumstances are~

53. Do you like angry sex?

yes

54. How long should a quickie be?

10 or less minutes

55. How long is “too long” to have sex?

never

56. How long is “too long” to go without sex?

...two weeks. it *sucks*, because by then its hard getting off just by myself...

57. Is “no” relevant in a relationship?

yes.

58. Do you believe in no-strings-attached sex?

yes.

59. Would you have sex in a public bathroom?

yes.

60. Would you have sex in a changing room?

yes.

61. Who was the last person you had sex with?

Master~

62. Describe your type.

flirty, possessive, attractive, a little unhinged, dangerous...

63. Name 3 turn-ons.

cages, rope, teasing..

64. Name 3 turn-offs.

feet, food, yelling.

65. Name something that would make you stop in the middle of sex.

waterworks.

66. Would you answer a phone call during sex?

depends on who.

67. Would you accept money for sex?

no

68. Would you ever pay for sex?

probably

69. How do you typically feel after sex?

small, cuddly..... sometimes depressed to hell if ive gone too long without it.

70. Do you like your body?

...not even a little bit.

71. Ever sent nudes?

yes, and if they like it, ill do it more.

72. Have you ever cheated on someone?

no.

73. Have you ever been cheated on?

yes, multiple times.

74. Would you have a threesome?

yes.

75. Would you have a foursome?

yes.

76. Would you take part in an orgy?

yes.

77. Would you let’s train be ran on you?

...what is this question?

79. Sex with the lights on or off?

doesnt matter

80. Sex with music or tv in the background?

tv

81. Do you have a cousin you’d fuck if you weren’t related?

...no, ew, i hate this question.

82. In your last relationships, rate the sex?

8.... i miss them.

83. Do you sleep naked?

yep!

84. How often do you go commando?

not often at all.

85. Are your nipples pierced? If not, would you get them pierced?

no, and nope.

86. Do you dive right into sex, or converse first?

converse usually

87. After taking your clothes off, what’s the first move?

tease them to hell and back~

88. Do you make the first move?

depends on how im feeling

90. Can you twerk or do a split on a dick?

...no

91. Do you like dryhumping ?

yes, but i cant cum.

92. Have you ever been recorded during sex?

[prettywordsyouleft]

Your Neighbour

Prompt: #18 for @lazypostfandomer – “You can’t just sit there all day.”

lazypostfandomer said:

18, Jaebum Hopefully angst with a fluffy ending? Your wish. Thanks in advance

Pairing: Im Jaebum x reader

Genre: angst / fluff / neighbours to lovers au

Warnings: none

Word count: 2335

You couldn’t tell what day it was or how long you had been seated on this sofa for. The curtains were closed and you had no recognition of what day or night meant anymore. Those who had come to check on you in beginning dwindled off and you didn’t know when you last ate. You felt pathetic even though it was too overwhelming to consider life without him now.

You had always thought you and Jackson would last forever. You had been high school sweethearts and everyone had joked you would be the first ones to get married. When you went onto college, you had scheduled your different degrees to match up so you could still see each other every day. You studied and worked out together, and you even moved into an apartment together in your second year. You had thought that life couldn’t get any better than this.  

You hadn’t anticipated that to change.

“I’ve been offered a job in Hong Kong,” he mentioned quietly, his gaze not meeting yours. You blinked a few times and then smiled.

“Well, isn’t that great? For how long? Six weeks? It’s just an internship, right?”

“The contract is for two years.”

You faltered for a moment, trying to calculate how you could make this work. Jackson had been working too hard for you to get needy and hold him back from any career advancements. You tried to smile. “I mean, I could fly to you during breaks.”

“You’d do that?” he asked, looking up at you with eyes full of emotion. “You’d let me go there?”

“Don’t you want to go?”

“Of course, I do.”

You smiled more genuinely. “We can make it work then.”

In the first six months, everything went smoothly. You spoke to Jackson as often as you could thanks to the advances in technology and you had visited him over your last vacation. He was working really hard and you were so proud of him. But when he landed a promotion, he slowly shut off from you.

“I’m busy, they need me to stay back later,” he’d message you when he missed your calls, and some weeks you didn’t even hear from him. You started to worry he was going to become married to his job and not you.

The distance between you physically only created further distance as a couple too. Jackson had a new group of friends who you saw he spent a lot of time with through his social media account and you couldn’t help but grow jealous. Your conversations often turned hostile and one night he called you in the middle of the night, incredibly drunk.

“Y/N,” he said, panting heavily from the exertion of his intoxication. “This isn’t working anymore, is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Us. We’re not working.”

“We can improve on things, I will visit more and when you come back home. I-”

“I’m not coming back, Y/N.” It was painful to hear that from the man you had put some of your life on hold for over the past eighteen months. Jackson groaned, and you realised he was drunk because he needed the liquid courage to tell you how he truly felt. “I like it here, I’m not coming back.”

“Well, what about me?” you asked, hoping he would beg you to come to him. Although you had your own plans for your future that didn’t include living overseas, you would do it if Jackson wanted you there.

He didn’t say anything though. The tears began to fall then and you sobbed on the phone together for an hour before he clicked off.

And just like that, everything crashed down.

Had you not been so naïve, you would have seen this coming. As you spent your days on this sofa, you considered every part of the past year and a half. Where you could have tried harder, where you had done too much. How you had become paranoid, you realised your relationship with Jackson hadn’t been healthy for months.

It didn’t make you hurt any less though.

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

You glanced up at your neighbour, Jaebum sighing heavily from finding you still in the same place he had left you two days before. He knew you were suffering but he also decided letting you sit here any longer was the worst thing you could continue doing. He had grown concerned when you hadn’t come to collect the mail that had piled up a couple of weeks ago and had started appearing now and then. You needed to get up and face the world again. It hadn’t stopped whilst you had and you couldn’t waste your youth away in this apartment either.

You soon moved your focus away from him, staring at the wall ahead of you. Jaebum groaned and moved into your view again. “Y/N.”

“Why are you here?” He bit back his concern at how hollow you sounded. He knew you didn’t need him to coddle you. “Everyone else has stopped bothering me.”

“Am I bothering you?” he asked and you managed a small nod. “Good. It’s time to get up and into the shower now. In case you lost your sense of smell, you kind of stink.”

He could tell it was the first time someone had been this blunt with you. Your gaze shifted to his and he moved to your side to gently pry you from the sofa cushion. Directing you over to your bathroom, he smiled brightly. “Whilst you shower, I’ll prepare you some food.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I don’t care.”

You glared at him for a moment, and even he wondered why he was putting in so much effort. He merely ignored your gaze and gave you another gentle prod. You reluctantly turned to go into the bathroom and he heard the sound of the shower turn on a moment later. Jaebum sighed in relief; it was the start of something.

It took several weeks and Jaebum’s constant nagging, but you were finally feeling more like a human again. You decided to return to your final year of schooling, and somehow despite your prolonged absence, you had an internship lined up to move right into. Being busy was actually more helpful than wallowing in your pain. You found the more productive you were, the further you felt fulfilled. You started meeting with your friends again and picked up a couple of new hobbies. You became hopeful for your future, one where you didn’t just assume to be the married partner of someone else. You had begun to think of what you needed, and what you hoped to have in ten years.

You had a new lease on life.

But there was one thing you couldn’t stop doing no matter how much you tried. You relied on Jaebum more than you expected to. At nights, when you were your loneliest, he would somehow feel it through the wall that separated your apartments and appear on your doorstep with snacks and a movie under his arm. On the weekends, he would take you out on day trips or to different places around the city. When you were happy he was the first person you told your good news to. And when you were struggling it was his shoulder you cried onto.

A small part of you was embarrassed that someone who had been a mere neighbour to you was now the person you used as a crutch. You often had nightmares of him leaving you and the fear would send you out of your bed and to his front door, knocking on it until he blearily opened it up and you could see him with your own eyes. You knew it was unhealthy and yet you craved him like no other.

Jaebum was honest at all times. He told you when you were strong enough to do things on your own. He ensured you had help when you needed it. And he had become your closest friend. It was a different relationship than what you had with Jackson; with him, it had always been light and full of romance. Even though you hadn’t expressed any romantic notions towards Jaebum, somehow it was him who you imagined when you wanted to snuggle into someone in bed at night. You imagined what it would be like to wake up each morning beside him. You had even gone as far as to fantasise about him telling you he loved you. Of course, you never told him any of this, and Jaebum never made any moves on you.

As much as you needed him, it hurt that he didn’t seem to need you back.

You decided you would try to break free from your dependency. You were doing better than you had been four months ago, and you couldn’t expect Jaebum to be there forever. Eventually, he would move on and you would need to accept this fate.

“I’ve decided to move out,” you told him over dinner, your gaze unable to lift from your plate.

“I guess you need to close the chapter on your relationship,” he said simply and you nodded distantly, wondering why it hurt so much that he answered so easily. You cursed your romantic notions that had hoped for a bigger reaction than that.

“I haven’t found a place but I’ll let you know when I do.”

“It will be good for you, Y/N,” Jaebum encouraged and you picked at your meal. “I’m proud of you.”

You didn’t feel anything but sadness.

You went ahead and started searching. You found a few places that didn’t look so bad online but in person weren’t suitable and for a couple of weeks, you were unsuccessful. And then you found one, finding yourself somewhat annoyed that you couldn’t refute it. You tried to be happy as you made arrangements with the agent to sign the lease papers in two days time. You sent Jaebum a message about your success and carried on with your day.

By the evening, you hadn’t heard from Jaebum and you wondered if you should visit him to make sure he got your message earlier. The read flag had appeared by your message so it confused you as to why he hadn’t responded yet. You left it down to him being busy and decided not to bother him. After all, your whole point to moving out stemmed from a need to shake off your growing feelings for the man who had healed your heart. You chanted this repeatedly as you packed up some of your belongings and then as you washed up before bed. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was your constant affirmation.

And then you woke up with a jolt, hearing banging on the front door. You blearily pulled yourself out of bed and padded to the front door, frowning when you saw Jaebum outside through the monitor.

You opened the door. “You have the code, why didn’t you just come in?”

Jaebum ran a hand through his hair agitatedly, his eyes barely landing on yours before he stepped inside, pacing in your living space a little. He glanced to your half-packed boxes and groaned.

“Jaebum?”

“Are you really moving?” he asked, as if the boxes weren’t enough proof. You watched him silently, trying to understand his current state. He didn’t smell of liquor and apart from his distressed expression, he seemed completely sober.

You nodded slowly. “I messaged you, didn’t you see?”

“Ah, right.”

“Are you okay?”

“No.” He seemed shocked by his admission, swallowing before scratching at his hair awkwardly. It surprised you to see him like this. You wondered if you had once looked this wired up. Jaebum cleared his throat noisily. “I uh… never mind.”

He moved to go pass you for the door again but you stopped him, grabbing onto his forearm. He turned to look at you and you noticed several emotions cross his face. You furrowed your brows together as you stepped closer. “What’s wrong?”

“Honestly?” he asked and you nodded. “I don’t want you to go.”

“But you told me-”

“I panicked because I didn’t want to seem pathetic for how I felt. You see me as the guy who saved you. I mean, I’m glad you do, but, but…”

You blinked several times before you smiled. “I like you.”

“What?” Jaebum stared at you in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“I did see you like that but then I started to develop feelings and I worried I was being unhealthy towards you because I started to like you. So I decided I would move away so I could solve my dependency and hopefully remove my crush too.”

“You like me?” he repeated and your smile grew. You didn’t feel anxious at all with your admission. It was a relief to finally speak it out into existence. Jaebum soon smiled, pulling you closer. “Really?”

“Just do something about it already or I will,” you teased and Jaebum sighed, cupping your face before he kissed you hesitantly. You smiled as you melted into the embrace, confirming every daydream you had had about his lips. They were as kissable as you imagined.

When he shifted back, he brushed your hair away from your face. “Do you still need to move?”

You winced lightly. “My lease here is up and I told the landlord already.”

“I uh, have a spare room.”

“From neighbours to roommates?” you asked, and Jaebum chuckled. “Are you sure?”

“I couldn’t imagine you moving away from me for good.”

“What if you end up not liking me, I’ll be living with you,” you asked and Jaebum shook his head immediately.

“I’ve seen you at your worst, there’s no way I couldn’t like you.”

You gaped at him, even though you were used to his honesty. You laughed it off and shook your head. “Okay, so we’re definitely going to be roommates?”

“And lovers,” Jaebum confirmed, kissing you again.

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[antigenius]

Aaaaah your skincare hc 💜 i'm dealing with some really bad acne rn and reading that was amazing. Can you write skincare hcs for 1a girls too? (And also the best girl hatsume mei if it's not too much) 💖

OMIGOD FIRST REQUEST BSDJJRJTJ YOU GOT IT BBY LETS GO-

Toru:

I got her hcs while I was in the shower coincidentally enough.

Okay surprisingly for someone who you can't see, she really REALLY cares about her looks. It's really sad but she's actually super insecure despite being invisible

Loves any sort of face mask that has animals or cute things on it!! Cute, cute, cute!! She especially loves those little fruit shaped masks that you slap on different parts of your face like hgsvgbd please-

Actually has really oily skin, which is purely the cause of her insecurities. Someone please compliment this girl on her skin for gosh sakes-

Uses foam and oil cleansers to gently try and control her acne. Then uses a really light daycream with included sun protection when it's both day and night. She uses it at night because she gets scared that her night cream will be too much for her face. Better to go lighter.

OH MY GOD SHE LOVES HOT SPRINGS. P L E A S E. She enjoyed the camp so much because it made her pores open up and made it easier to clean!!

Uses those peel off pore masks on her nose, chin and upper lip. Hurts her sometimes, you can usually see her cry a bit when she takes them off.

Uses tweezers to clean up her eyebrows and upper lip. Hurts a lot, but she manages. Puts aloe vera after.

Detoxing is important! Sometimes she goes on a vegan diet for a week so that her acne gets a bit better. Only drinks water during that time too!

UGH GET THIS GIRL SOME PINK GRAPEFRUIT BODY SCRUB AND SHE'LL LITERALLY LOVE YOU FOREVER JUST OMG G R A P E F R U I T

In general she enjoys smelling like things you can eat! Mainly fruits, so Toru generally smells like berries or citrus.

Uses a stick deodorant that's organic. Hates the feeling of clinical deodorants.

Ajdjsjjjf acne needles? Yes. She uses them. Doesn't wanna get acne scars and this is more hygienic than actually popping pimples with your fingers. She really takes great care when it comes to her skin.

Ochaco:

Ochaco is literally me when I spent all my money on food :')

Cheap as hell. Obviously. This means CHEAP BEAUTY HACKS!

Ochaco has normal skin thankfully enough, but she does get some bad days with acne. Happens.

Cheap means you make your own stuff. Instead of buying exfoliating scrubs, Ochaco makes her own by buying oatmeal, apples, raw honey, cinnamon, and lemon juice. She puts this all in a food processor, letting it become a thick paste. Before she puts it on her face, she puts in a bit of sugar and tada!!! Smooth, soft, baby skin!

Another thing she makes is cucumber and banana ice-cubes for her dark eyebags. She grabs some cucumber, mushes it half a banana and then puts them into an ice-tray. Then whenever she has dark eyebags, she busts out these bad boys and voìla!

Is a hoe for 5 minute-crafts stuff. They're usually cheap and work for her really well, so now she heccing worships it like a g O d.

Doesn't really understand makeup? She might only use some eyeshadow and eyeliner. Possibly chapstick if she has some.

Makes her own lipscrubs though! Sugar and honey make a beautiful scrub for her lips, she rubs and licks it off happily to reveal velvet, plush lips ready for kissing! ;)

Really good at making cute diy beauty stuff!! She once made this clear lip balm that had a dry flower inside. She actually sold some! She was so proud of herself.

Oh gosh if you give Ochaco expensive Burberry Her perfume that smells sweet and sugary she will cry because she is so grateful for that. It's her FAVOURITE smell. Otherwise, she smells like faint roses.

Uses spray deodorant on hot days and stick deodorant on cold days. Spray deodorant is such a perk up when she's been sweating from training.

If there's a sale on skincare products, you'd best believe Ochaco sits there in the morning in front of the shop to get all the best stuff first. She will actually kill someone if that try and take the last item on the shelf which is on sale, especially if it's like 50% off. She'd tear some limbs. O_o

Prefers liquid soap over soap bars, but buys soap bars more often because they're cheaper and easier to stock. Just please get her some moderately priced things god this girl NEEDS PAMPERING OKAY???

Momo:

Bro you know how gay I am for this girl like dude I LOVE HER OKAY???

Completely and utterly clueless when it comes to skincare.

Never gets acne??? Like ever??? I'm so jealous it's SO UNFAIR. Does get dry skin though.

Uses those 24 carat gold face masks because they look pretty and make her face freakin GLOW LIKE A GODDESS.

Uses peel off masks, but more for dead skin. Hurts much less and she just heccing emits rays of sunlight.

Uses sunscreen a lot though. She's really prone to getting sunburnt, and she can't get a tan, which makes her kinda sad. Cancer is too scary to get a tan over.

Likes body and hand creams too much for her own good. Has a whole collection of them which all have a variety of smells and textures so her body and hands and just her skin is normally soft and silky and just hafdjskrjkt-

Has to use coffee scrubs and body oil since she has stretch marks from developing super fast. She's really insecure about it and hates that part of herself a lot tbh. Please praise her I beg you.

Loves to sit in a hot bath with rose petals. Spa treatment is all he knows about skincare really.

Has like four perfumes she normally uses. One is a sweet smelling perfume that has soft sugary notes that make you drool. The second smells like delicate roses with dewdrops from the morning mist. The second smells like berries and forests, as if you're about to pick some yourself. The last one smells like the pandan leaves with mangoes. Basically, Momo smells like paradise.

Actually loves buying cheap lip-glosses and lipsticks!! Her favourite is this shimmery golden lipgloss which changes colour depending on the light that she's in. Only uses it on very special occasions though. Otherwise, her best one is usually a moderately red lipstick or a cute red tinted lipgloss which just slightly colours her lips. Makes her lips so adorably kissable. (I'm gay for her okay shut up-)

Okay, we all know for a fact Momo be thicc. But she doesn't really like it honestly. Her thicc comes from cellulite and it's so gross to her. Uses a stiff, dry brush to move the fat around a by so she's more evened out in thiccness.

Mina:

Pink alien queen!

Acid comes out of her skin daily, this means really dry skin. Dry like sometimes peel off dry. It's really bad.

Just like Toru, really cares about skincare. Although a little less than Toru but still.

Toners are her best friends because her pores sometimes open up due to her quirk. Acid can damage them sometimes too, so mild, hydrating toners are great for skin like her's.

HAND CREAM AAAAAAAAAAA

Whilst she isn't rich enough to have a bunch of handcream like Momo, she has this specific handcream that smells like candy and marshmallows. It's. So. Good. Also makes her hands soft and silky like gahdhhd-

Cream is also a good friend of hers. Uses both night and day cream to make sure her skin stays plump and hydrated!

Uses potato slices instead of cucumbers so that her dark eyebags aren't too bad. She normally doesn't get em so this rarely happens.

Also uses lots of vanilla and almond body cream. Soft and silky skin that can make anyone want to hug her. (IM SO GAY SHUT UP)

Uses lip masks! Loves those Korean or Japanese candy ones! They really leave her lips luscious for any kisses!

Speaking about Korean and Japanese stuff, SHE ADORES THEM.

Korean stuff the most! They always provide her with great results, so they're her go to when she has a really dry day. Loves using their hydration masks!

Uses lip tattoos because she hates the feeling of lipgloss or lipstick. Plus, it doesn't leave a mark.

Mina also thicc, but she's more of a muscular thicc than fat thicc. This means she needs to use body oil to make sure her thighs and skin are tight and smooth.

She uses lasers to get rid of her hairs. Somehow her hairs are immune to her acid. She uses laser treatment to make sure she doesn't have to deal with it often. You wouldn't even know she has hair tbh because of the treatment.

Mina smells like coconuts and sea-salt with a hint of lime or mint depending on her mood. She smells like what'd you smell in a 5 star island resort as you walk on the white sandy beaches and sit in the bar watching the sunset go down on the horizon just hhh-

Feet are baby smooth?? Dunno why. They're just naturally soft and beautiful and shfhd when she rubs her feet against your legs it's so soft it's like she rubbed petals on your legs-

Speaking about petals! She loves having baths with either bubbles or petals with some candles to calm down. Definitely after a hard day of training!! Don't disturb!

Tsu:

I CAN'T DO MUCH FOR TSU IM SORRY

Tsu literally doesn't use skin items at all.

She has a normal skin type and also never gets acne somehow???? Like bro hecc tell me your ways.

She's not clueless about it like Momo, but she just has no use for it since her skin's just kinda perfect like hello what-

She is a frog though, so she really need that moisture!! Jacuzzi baths are like her favourite thing.

Ooh, also really likes those clay masks! That's the only skincare item she actually uses to be real with y'all.

Okay okay hear me out though, Tsu is a hoe for those kiddie slime baths. Like I'm not even kidding she loves it so hecking much but she would never admit it in any lifetime.

Also really loves it if you get her a whole big bag of those resin pellets that turn into those little jelly balls and she just goes into a bath of those??? Gosh yes paradise hecc

Smells like a dewy forest with hints of citrus and earthy tones. She's got that scent that's really unique and like you can walk by with a blindfold and point her out by smell alone.

Oops by the way she really enjoys having cucumbers on her eyes. She has natural eyebags, so she normally counters it with both cucumber and potato slices.

There's a secret tradition that runs in her family to get rid of wrinkles. They steam a small, knobbly hand towel with warm water and then rub it in circular motions on their face slowly going upwards. Works really heccing well.

Honestly, Tsu doesn't really care about her looks. Skincare or makeup for her is just an additional bother that she has to deal with.

Her skin is never pruney. Makes sense why though.

Mei:

Eyy because you asked so nicely! Tbh to me Camie from Shiketsu is best girl but like okay Mei is qt-

She's always covered in grime and dirt, so she actually gets acne daily. She just has really great skin routines!

Has a combination skin type, her forehead is the oiliest compared with the rest of her far though. Yuck.

When she stops tinkering (haha when does she do that-), she immediately goes and washes her face with an oil face wash. It helps properly cleanse her pores from all the grime and dirt that was on her face.

Sometimes, she has a really grimy day, so she uses a harsh clay wash just to make sure EVERYTHING IS OUT. Then uses a hydrating toner and a very light daycream!

Exfoliates every two weeks to make sure her skin isn't gross. Skin cells need to turn over every two weeks, so she makes sure she does that or she'll literally have pimples scattered on her forehead.

Is a popper. She hates seeing pimples and immediately pops them on site with some gloves. Then puts a miniscule dab of antiseptic cream so that it don't come back and spread.

Mei smells like petrol. Literally. When she stays out of the lab for a week though, she actually smells like caramel and cotton candy.

Has calluses on her from tinkering so much. She doesn't like it. Please trace and caress them gently and she'll love you.

She uses body oil because it feels more normal than body cream. Can lead her to being clumsy because she sometimes sloshes it on her body and then she has to wait a while before she can actually do things.

Salt block. Hates deodorant. Masks the smell of grime in the lab and she LIVES for that smell.

Uses charcoal face masks to relax and detox. Helps her think of her next baby to create as well, so bonus!

Likes going to those floating pods. They're really relaxing and make her feel at ease in the world.

Bubble baths are a no no. She had a really bad experience with them once when she tried to make a bubble telescope and put it to her eye. Let's just say she used to be able to see farther…

She enjoys using lipgloss though! Her lips smell like cake or cookie dough even though they're normally coloured in a neutral pink or a soft red. Even tastes like strawberries and cream.

Takes hecking great care of her hands. Her hands are meticulously the most gorgeous part of her. They're soft, velvety, and while they are callused, it only adds to its perfections and they're just so stunningly manicured and she does it all by herself like oh my god her hands are just bdbdkfgjfk-

Since anon has some bad acne, I actually have some advice since I myself care a heck ton about my skin.

Oil based face wash goes incredibly well with a foam cleanser. Using both gets rid of all the dirt, oil, makeup and residue in your pores. Best stuff and keeps me clear.

EXFOLIATE PLEASE!! Get one of those cute exfoliating scrubs or literally make the one Ochaco uses. They're really important to do because your dead skin cells can cause more acne and bumps.

When you have bad acne, I suggest using only light daycreams after you wash your face because night creams can be too much. Also use a nice organic toner so that your pores are tight and can't get much dirt or gross things during the day/night.

Charcoal is the best face mask for detoxing and decreasing oil levels. But don't use it when you have pimples. It can actually cause more pimples to come because you're stripping your ace of the natural oils it needs.

That said, make sure to wash your face at least twice a day! Thrice is okay too, but four is too much. Make sure to moisturise immediately after too!

Sunscreen is so important. Get yourself a face cream that has at least an SPF of 30. Please. Cancer is real and the sun's rays can make you seem to age faster.

Woof, that was a loooot. Next time, please be specific with characters anon! I didn't mind, but I normally only do about 3 characters. I'm not doing much yet so this is cool but yeah. Thank you so much for requesting though and ACKEJKRKN YOU'RE A CUTIE ILY THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY WORK!!

I also realised I missed out Jiro T_T I might edit her in later but really I found her and Tsu the hardest to talk about skincare with because they're my really girls who care about how they look. They're just cuties.

[thenamesseven]

Plot: This time it gets a little bit more serious when Mark and you play around in bed after waking up.

Warnings: Some vanilla smut, nothing hardcore. Just a cute first time.

Hope you like it!

It was an international well known fact that nobody was allowed to disturb your sleep. You hated being woken up and not being able to finish that fantastic dream you were having, well, you simply just hated when somebody woke you up. You didn't have a specific reason, it just bothered you and made you grumpy for the rest of the day.

Although everyone seemed to know better than wake you up, your boyfriend Mark seemed to give two shits about this whenever you two slept together and he woke up before you. He was as much of an attention seeker as you, Mark always waits around 30 minutes for you to wake up and give him attention but if you haven't done it, he starts getting needy.

"Baby"

The first time you heard his raspy voice breaking through your dream, you quietly buried your face deeper into the pillow in an attempt to ignore him. Mark obviously noticed because his next move was wrapping his arms around your body, keeping you close to him while he left little kisses on the back of your neck.

"Babe"

This time he sounded like a whiny little kid whose mom was grounding him without his videogames for an entire week. His kissing got more persistant when his lips moved to your cheek.

"Mark" You groaned annoyed. He was cute and sweet but he also knew you wanted to sleep as much as possible on the weekends. "I want to sleep"

"You slept enough already" He muttered groaning back, complainning about your laziness "I've been awake for almost an hour and Im getting bored" Even when you had your eyes closed you could imagine him pouting as he looked down at you

"It's not my fault your idol routine is much more entertainning than my normal mornings" You mumbled yawning, reaching up to rub your eyes so you could open them "If you were that bored you could have cooked breakfast" You proposed teasingly, smiling a little.

"But doing it with you it's way better"

Mark was clingy, that's something you had noticed as soon as the two of you started dating. During the week if he had a schedule, your contact with each other would be restrained to texting and getting in Skype for some late night calls until one of you fell asleep that's why, when weekends came Mark abandoned the dorms to invade your place. As soon as he walks through the door he has his arms around you and doesn't let you go until Monday, when he has to leave again early in the morning. He wants to do everything with you except showering or activities that implied having both of you naked, that's a step none of you had taken yet.

Seeing you hadn't opened your eyes yet, Mark decided to take his clinginess to another level and literally laid his warm body on yours. Both of you were wearing clothes but that didn't stop your skin from feeling his warmth seeping through his clothes or your nose to inhale his natural scent now that he was closer.

"Wake uuuuup" He started shaking you gently, moving your hands away from your eyes so he could start leaving kisses on your face.

"Leave me aloneeee" You replied laughing a little, fighting with him to keep your hands on your face, hiding your morning face from him.

"I don't want tooo" Mark rolled on the bed, switching positions. He currently was with his back against the bed and you were the one laying on him. Finally opening your eyes, you rested both of your hands on either side of his head to give him an annoyed look. Mark simply smiled in return, brightly and so happily, that it had been difficult for you to stay mad at him "Morning beautiful"

"You're so cheesy" You scoffed chuckling, making him laugh underneath you as he kept staring up at you.

"Can't help myself when I have such an amazing girlfriend" You knew he was just trying to sugarcoat the fact that he had woke you up, his plan was to distract you with his cheesiness. You had figured him out a long time ago but never said anything, letting him be happy and thinking he could get away with a couple of compliments and a bright smile.

"I hate you" You groaned laying back down on him, burying your face against his warm neck to close your eyes again. Your arms instinctively snaked around Mark's body in a soft hug, he was holding you the same way except his thumbs had slid under your shirt and were now drawing little circles on your skin.

"I love you too" He replied with a soft chuckle, tilting his head enough to press a kiss against your cheek. Right then Mark noticed you had your eyes closed once again so in order to make you open them, he rolled on the bed for the second time, making you switch positions.

This time something happened that woke both of you up. Mark had miscalculated the distance between both of your bodies, resulting on him accidentally resting his hips against yours. It wouldn't have been awkward at all of you hadn't felt his morning wood between your legs but since life hated you, a small yet loud (enough for him to hear) gasp left your lips. Mark's head snapped up to look at you so fast that you genuinely feared he had broken his neck, his eyes met yours almost instantly.

You could see the embarrasment in his face. His cheeks had turned a deep red and his eyes were wide opened, probably expecting you to freak out or get mad at the sudden proximity. However, you could see a small glimpse of hesitation in his eyes mixed with a bit of desire. Mark had never forced you to do anything you didn't want to, he had never attempted to go further than a few heated kisses but the attraction between both of you was pretty obvious.

Seeing you were as frozen as him, Mark decided to make the first move, ready to get off of you and apologized with more sweet compliments and stupid jokes that would make you forget about this extremely awkward yet kind of tense moment.

"I...Uh...Let me go to the bathroom for a second" Mark muttered looking down at you, his eyes watching your reaction carefully. Even though he had said he was going to move, he didn't even tried to do it. His body was betraying him as much as yours was betraying you.

"It's okay" You quickly said reaching up to grip his shirt, holding him close in case he tried to move away again. Mark looked at you confused, his muscles still tense as he tried to read between the lines of what you said.

Was it okay to just stay there? Did you mean he didn't have to apologize? Was it okay to make a move?

Knowing he was stuck thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong right there you decided it would have to be you the one that made the first move. You took advantage of Mark being distracted enough to not realise what was going on and leaned in as fast as you could, with the intention of smashing your lips against his. However, you had been wrong and Mark was paying enough attention to notice you leaning in to kiss him at light speed. He moved away before you could kiss him, making a huge frown appear on your face.

What if he didn't want this to happen and you had read his signals wrong?

"Mark I'm sorry" You apologized blushing really hard, looking up at him "I thought you-"

He cut you off resting one finger against your lips, looking down into your eyes. "I just wanted be the one to make the move, shut up" He said giggling, leaning forward to finally make your lips meet in the sweetest and slowest kiss ever.

He started moving his lips against yours, calming your nerves, easing your tension away with every single gentle kiss. Once you were relaxed enough your lips started moving against his too, your hands moving up on his back to the back of his head to let your fingers get tangled in his hair. When you started returning his affection you felt Mark relaxing against your body, smiling into the kiss, probably content about you feeling the same way he did.

He had never brought up the subject of sex afraid that you would feel pressured. Mark had wanted to take things as slow as you wanted, to make you feel as good as possible with your relationship but now that you two seemed to be in the same page made him feel like the happiest man alive.

"I love you" His voice wasn't seductive or flirty, it was so sweet that you felt yourself melting underneath him as his lips moved down your jaw. Unlike his voice, his gestures were becoming a bit more intimate which cause your skin to turn into goosebumps wherever his fingers touched or wherever his lips kissed.

You gasped again, unconciously gripping his shirt tighter when his lips started drifting down your neck. He didn't need you to say those three words back, Mark could feel your affection in the way you squirmed and blushed with every single thing he did. Usually he was the clingy one, the one that whined the most of you two but having you being so vulnerable and dependable of his touch and attention under his body drove him wild, crazy. It gave him a sense of power stronger than when he walked on stage and heard thousands of people screaming his name.

He couldn't care less about that right now. He wanted you to be the only one who screamed his name, he wanted to make you his.

When Mark felt you were gripping the back of his shirt, he moved his body away from yours enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Your hands froze on his shoulders but Mark's lips kept teasing the sensitive skin of your neck.

"(Y/N)" He whispered against your skin, whining a little before he moved away to rest his forehead against yours. You wanted to kiss him, his lips were so close that you could feel his breath caressing your face. You leaned in again to kiss him but he smiled, moving away once again. "Touch me"

Your lungs stopped working when you met his eyes filled of need and lust as your hands gently moved down his front. Your fingertips caressed the curves of his slightly defined abs, his skin being incredibly soft, even more than yours. Suddenly, Mark's hips pushed forward against yours making the both of you moan quietly. By the way his muscles kept getting tense you knew he was holding himself back and going slow because of you but you also knew that your slow touches and still hesitant kisses were driving him insane.

Moving your hands away from his body you reached down to take your shirt off, tossing it besides his. It was your boyfriend's turn to gasp now that you were half undressed with him in bed. Mark's eyes quickly moved down on your body, leaning in to peck your lips before he kept leaving small trails of kisses down your neck and lower on your body. When he reached the curves of your breasts he glanced up at you, his eyes asking for permission to keep going.

As soon as Mark noticed you were okay with it he simply kept kissing your breasts, also leaving kisses on your bra as his hands went to your back to unclip it. Honestly, you had been so focused on the feeling of his lips against your skin that you only noticed he had taken your bra off when he tossed it away on the piles of clothes both of you were making.

"You're so beautiful" He whispered with his eyes on yours, his hand moving up to cup your breasts and massage them gently. Mark smiled at the blush on your cheeks but he leaned down to kiss them "God, I don't know how I managed to get such a beautiful and wonderful girlfriend like you" His compliments made you giggle, Mark also smiled pecking your face until his lips met yours once again.

The both of you got into another passionate make out session, one where his hands kept doing wonderful things to your breasts that kept making the knot in your lower stomach even tighter. One of Mark's hands had drifted down your stomach and even lower onto your panties. You were sure his fingertips had found the wet spot on them and that made you blush even harder, burying your face against his neck in pure embarrasment.

"Don't be shy" He whispered against your ear, his breathing was heavy but his touch was still soft and gentle "In fact, it makes me so damn happy Im the one making you this..Wet baby" You moaned at his words, his lips nibbling your earlobe as he slid his hand inside your panties.

You just laid there, too shy to move your head away from his neck while he kept rubbing your sensitive clit that had been throbbing for attention. You could actually feel yourself clenching around nothing, getting needier and wanting more from him. Mark obviously sensed this and decided to give you some relief by sliding a finger inside of you, gently and always making sure you wouldn't be uncomfortable by it.

"You're so tight..." He whispered pecking your cheek, the feeling of his warm breath against your skin driving you crazy "I want to make you mine so bad (Y/N)"

"Then do it" You whispered back, pecking his lips. Mark looked down at you and smiled sweetly, no matter how much you wanted him now he had to make sure you were stretched out enough for him.

"Mhmm...In a little bit" He said softly, kissing your lips back before he slid another finger inside of you.

So long the pain hadn't been that horrible as some of your friends had described it, sure everytime Mark slid another finger inside or moved his hand a bit faster you felt a slight pain but it all soon turned into pleasure that pushed you straight to heaven. His fingers inside of you didn't last that long though, you kept begging Mark to give you more and even though he was a patient man he broke down minutes later.

"Let me get-" Mark leaned back to get something from the bed side table but froze, looking down at you "Shit..." He whispered running his fingers through his hair, sighing a little.

"What?" You asked laying there naked, struggling to keep your eyes away from the huge bulge inside his boxers.

"Protection...I don't...I wasn't expecting...And you don't have one there, right?" He asked looking at your closed drawer, knowing your negative answer he groaned and laid on you, taking deep breath against your neck.

His hips were against yours once again, his clothed member pressing against your naked entrance. You had always thought you wouldn't have sex with anybody without protection but right there, with Mark on you, you couldn't care less about it.

"M-Mark it's okay" You stuttered rubbing his back, avoiding his eyes when he leaned back to look at you.

"What?" He asked confused, frowning.

"We could get a pill later right? I...I want to keep going"

After your confession, there was a long silence that you didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad one. You turned your face a little to glance at him and Mark just smiled incredibly bright, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I love you so much" He whispered pulling down his underwear. Mark didn't even tossed it away this time he just laid down against your body so his sensitive skin could feel your wetness coating him.

He groaned with his eyes closed, biting his lower lip extremely hard as he looked at you. You were seconds away from moaning while he kept moving his hips against yours in slow yet painfully delicious movements.

"Mark" You moaned complaining, wrapping your legs around his hips to keep him closer to you "Please..." You begged quietly, your nails gently digging into his shoulders.

"I'm going to go as slow as I can okay?" He whispered, positioning his tip against your entrance with shaky hands. "If it hurts, if it makes you truly uncomfortable just tell me and I'll stop alright?" You nodded biting your lower lip a bit scared about what was going to happen. "I won't get mad, this is for both of us to enjoy not for only me, okay?" You nodded again, way more worried about the pain now "Are you sure about this?" He asked looking into your eyes.

"Are you serious?" You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden question, Mark smiled nodding "Im sure, I love you and I want to be yours" You whispered happily, pulling him closer for a kiss.

Both of you melted against each other with deep kisses, it was like his lips were the only thing you needed to survive. Forget about oxygen, Mark kisses and tongue teasing were way better. Your boyfriend took advantage of the deep kisses that kept your mind distracted to gently push inside of you. Even when he was slow and gentle, the pain that went through your body when he started stretching your inner walls out made you get all tense and rigid. A quiet whimper left your lips while you two were kissing, Mark left short and quick pecks around your whole face sweetly, whispering sweet nothings to calm you and himself down.

"Shh baby it's okay" He muttered breathing heavy, resting his forehead against yours "I’m so sorry for hurting you” He pecked your lips, his eyes full of concern for hurting you as kept fighting with his inner self to not move and make you his yet “The pain will go away soon, just relax love”

At first it was difficult, every single time Mark made a small movement a wave of pain ran through your body, but after some brief seconds the pain started getting softer and softer or your body simply got used to it. At some point, your muscles weren’t tense anymore and Mark felt it, he started moving his hips against yours in slow and soft thrust, his eyes always in your face to make sure you weren't feeling bad anymore. It was a weird feeling, the pain was starting to get mixed up with pleasure, it was simply something you had never felt before. It felt good, even better when he quietly groaned or moaned against your skin.

The both of you got into a loop.

Mark started moving more comfortably and not too afraid of breaking your body, you kept moaning his name over and over again like if it was the only word you knew how to say. He praised you like he usually did but this time with his naked body against yours, feeling his lips brush against your own with every single word he said and hearing his quiet moans whenever you unconciously squeezed him inside of you, each compliment sounded more special, more heavenly and more lovingly.

“(Y/N)” Mark buried his face against your neck, his hands gripping the bedsheets underneath you as you felt his hips moving a little rougher against your own “God, I love you so fucking much” It was rare to hear Mark swear but in that moment you just found it hot.

“I love you too” You whispered.

That moment, with bith of you looking into each other's eyes was magical.

It was like both of your bodies were waiting for that small confession to get out from your lips before Mark sent you over the edge with one last thrust. You closed your eyes, your hands gripping his back strongly as if he was the only thing keeping you into this world, too overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure your first orgasm was making you feel. The loud moan that escaped your lips sent Mark into heaven, filling you up with his seed which was such an intimate gesture that made him blush as he looked down at your worn out yet satisfied face.

Before you could open your eyes once again and get all shy like you always did, Mark leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in another deep kiss, one that told the both of you just how strong was your love for each toher

He stayed there with you, catching your breaths in a comforting silence before Mark stood up and opened his arms for you to get in them.

“What?” You asked tiredly, confused. Looking up at him, you pulled the bed sheets higher to cover most of your naked body

“Ah, don’t get shy now” He chuckled, pulling the sheets away before he picked you up, holding you close to his chest “Let’s get a bath, that will make you less sore later”

“I want to go to bed though, aren’t you tired?” You asked burying your face against his neck

“I said you slept enough” He replied laughing when he saw your pout. He leaned down moving his lips really close to your ear “And if we get back in bed it’s to go for a second round”

You slapped Mark’s chest hard feeling extremely embarrased which only made him laugh harder as he dragged you into the bathroom with him.

[lovebunnie]

fr the poem questions: all of them >: )c

jared... only for you...

the tyger – are you a taker of calculated risks or do you enjoy playing with fire? would you rather ask for permission or forgiveness?

i am a major rule follower, i am not at all adventurous and i like to stay in my comfort zone. my life is a mix of staying true to my comfort zone and doing what I feel is right, first instinct. 

i carry your heart with me – do you believe in fate? what’s your secret to living a good life?

i tend to not believe in fate, it tends to make people not take responsibility for their actions and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth; predestination takes away humility from us. and i wouldnt say that im currently living a good life, its getting there but more often then not i would not describe my days as ‘happy’, more so just another day. but to make a day not outwardly bad, i firmly believe in having a really good breakfast in the morning and taking a shower at night. both of those really make my days better.

i wandered lonely as a cloud – what does nature mean to you? where do you feel most at peace?

nature for me is what comes to us instinctively and what we turn to for comfort in trying times. i feel the most at peace either at summer camp or in my bedroom with my cat :3

blackberrying – what were your early years like? do you miss being a child?

my early years were very happy, i was a very happy and funloving child. it was a time where i wasnt told about any of my family drama so i lived in blissful ignorance. i definitely miss being a child, all the way up to about 7th grade. its just been downhill from 8th grade and on.

ode to a nightingale – how do you feel about your own mortality? do you believe in life after death?

my mortality is something of a burden i carry with me everyday, a reminder that every minute is precious and this is the only life i get, i have one shot to not fuck it up. i dont believe in the afterlife, the concept of death is something that if i think too hard about then itll fuck me up.

hope is the thing with feathers – what gives you hope? what would you tell your 10-year-old self?

hope comes from those news stories about good news, like charity donation goals being hit and remembered anniversaries and flower bouquets in public, there is good in the world and sometimes its hard to find but its always there. to my 10 year old self, i would tell her to not hold too tightly to those around you, and that life constantly changes so dont get too attached or comfortable because itll prevent you from growing in the future.

the road not taken – do you find it hard to make decisions? what regrets do you have?

its really hard to make decisions because i always assume that my ideas are wrong or bad so if someone else takes the lead, i cant be blamed. as far as regrets, i wish that in my past, i just put myself out there more. i couldve spent highschool actively seeking for possibilities instead of sulking and wishing they came to me. they dont ever, you have to find them.

still i rise – what's your relationship with yourself like? what are your best qualities?

i have a bad relationship to myself; if i admire one trait about myself, the other traits must be less than. for example, if i think i look nice one day, then i remember abt my grades or my writing and how much i hate both of those. i can never be fully at peace, it will never be enough to sate my psyche. my ‘best’ qualities depend on the day, right now i think i have nice eyelashes.

howl – can you express yourself freely? do you feel smothered by societal norms?

i struggle everyday to be my genuine self. its not so much societal norms but my own mind; i want to look nice but i dont want to attract too much attention. i want to be remembered but not for how good my ass looks or whatever. my biggest fear is that people see me as something desirable but only sexually so i want to dress how i feel but i cant because im terrified of the gaze of men on my campus.

the raven – are you in touch with your feelings? how would you describe the relationship between emotions & rationality?

im extremely in touch with my feelings. i can acknowledge when i am angry or sad or happy, even if i dont know why. i allow myself to feel my feelings and then let them pass, i hate bottling those things up. between emotions and rationality, i use my emotions 9 times out of 10. i ask myself, ‘what do i want?’ and the first thing i come up with, i know is what i truly want to do. 

sonnet 116 – how do you define love? what qualities do you look for in a significant other?

i think love is everything; its the warmth of hanging out with familiar people, its when people remember facts about you, its a meaningful hug and its ‘this reminded me of you’. its different for everyone but i feel love in everything i do. in a significant other, the biggest thing is being able to make me laugh, if youre funny than im sold.

to autumn – what's your favorite season and why? what cherished memories do you associate with that season?

my favorite season is winter because it has lots of holiday warmth, good food, pleasant childhood memories, and comfortable clothing. also i love snow. i have very vivid memories of a blizzard in maryland when i was 11(?) years old, my neighbor tied a sled to the back of his ATV and dragged us around the cul de sac, it was so much fun!!

the waste land – do you like big cities? if you could choose any place on earth, where would you settle down?

i love big cities, they evoke so many feelings of love and the atmosphere being surrounded by people makes me so happy! if i could live anywhere, i think it would be san francisco, i love the city and the weather and the public transportation!!

o captain! my captain! – what are your aspirations in life? what motivates you?

in life, i want to give a tedtalk. i would also love to publish a book but i dont like what i write so if i ever did, id end up hating the book anyway in a year or so. i want to teach people the joy of public speaking and i want to give kids the joys i had given to me by my teacher when i was their age. my motivation comes from, this has to be done and if no one else will do it, it might as well be me. i have the passion and everything else will follow after that.

she walks in beauty – what's your aesthetic? how would you describe the relationship between inner goodness & outer beauty?

id describe my aesthetic as lovecore, i love the color pink and red and hearts and flowers and teddy bears and dresses and sparkles and valentines day and i love everything stereotypically ‘cute’. and i feel there is no outer beauty without inner goodness, if someone has bad intentions or a rotten core, their outward appearance will reflect.

one art – how do you deal with loss? do you write diary entries, poetry or prose?

thankfully i have not had to go through tremendous loss in my life but when i feel an emotional loss or general low point, i tend to move towards art, aimless doodling to take my mind off of situations. it centers me.

work, sometimes – how does your favorite weather make you feel? what is happiness to you?

my favorite weather makes me feel SO happy, all smiley and giddy and like things are going to be okay, just for one day, i will make this a good one. happiness to me is comfort and joy, its something that makes you laugh until your sides hurt and its art that you look at and feel. happiness isnt a huge moment, its little moments scattered throughout the days.

acquainted with the night – do you think there's such thing as the right time? what’s your outlook on the world?

no, i dont like to set things off for the thought of there being a right and wrong time. time isnt real and we only have so long on earth so there is no time but the present. go get that tattoo, ask them out, eat that snack. my outlook on the world is that there is a lot of bad shit but there is also a lot of good shit you will never see but it important nonetheless. you cant change the world in a day so you might as well take it one day at a time, working everyday to make it as good as possible.

if – do you daydream a lot? are you volatile, or do you stay calm when conflicts arise?

i love to day dream, it helps me determine what i really want and its a lovely distraction when the goings get tough. i try to avoid conflicts in every situation possible but if i were pushed, id either accept my mistake and apologize and work towards a better future; or i would tell the other person how im feeling and what i can do to help them feel better.

what would i give? – do you cry often? if you could change anything about your past, what would it be?

things make me sad but rarely enough to cry, things more so tend to weigh me down then break me. i let the sadness take me however it sees fit. and if thats to cry, so be it. if i could change anything about my past, i would just say that you will only get this chance to start over in a new state once, the years will go by quick so to TAKE OPPORTUNITIES WHEN THEY SHOW THEM SELF TO YOU!!!!!!