#Hey the nudity-but-actually-it's-fine! Lol

[empressxmachina]

An Intimate Inquiry for You?

Hey y'all! I'd like some input on a thing I’ve found myself working on for a bit.

TL;DR I'm making a thing that I'm unsure is even allowed anywhere. 🙃

How did I get here?

On my life, it started as one thing, and then I went too far to quit now. But I don't know what to do about it when I'm done because while I think at least someone other than me would appreciate it, I don't know if I can show it off. So, I think I'm in my "smutty girl season/Summer" era at the moment. I got in the trenches of the size-fic side internet fiction. I won't say I was deep in it or anything because I know of worse/harder stuff, especially on other sites, yet I still found some content I definitely shouldn't have been mainlining during and after work. However, I did and got inspired to make something. It's another photo collage/manipulation/whatever-you-want-to-call-it that I'm talking about here, but just so you know, certain saucy content in progress of mine that you have already be introduced to is in the drafts, just to wet your palate (and blue ball you further 😁).

Being a manipulation, it obviously uses the visages of real life people, and doing so limits visibility and general appropriateness of content. While my content up to this point can be considered borderline NSFW, this particular piece I'm constructing, while arguable to not be outside most maturity limits due to cropping and debatable (lack of) motion in the framing, it is absolutely possible to be considered adult to higher degrees from context clues alone, especially because it contains real people, even if they're vaguely nameless and/or nonconsenting via being in free/open stock images. Thus, by being adult, I am discouraged and disallowed to post it to my usual places.

Well, I think so. Am I wrong? Is there a loophole?

Where is "here?"

Let's just say there's a gentleman with three legs and a tiny tree-hugger. I hope I don't have to say more for you to get the gist of how they could combine, but know that no holes are visible, it's basically impossible to tell if the obelisk of the hour is up or down - it's not even a real pole; I'm just good like that to make one - and surely you understand that it's the "hugging" of it that makes things problematic. (Happy early HaGD, lmao?) It's a sexual situation, yes, but an "act?" 🤷🏽‍♀️

As it stands,

There's a chance it could just be considered "artistic" nudity or some conceptual shit and be totally allowed everywhere, but I'd need second, third, and fourth opinions to convince myself. Then again, if I'm questioning myself so much, then isn't that telling enough?

I know I can put this on Daddy's Dollhouse, and I likely will; it's like that's the point of the forum or something.

I'm 90% sure that DA, Tumblr, and my site-blog on WordPress are no-go's unless it's censored, which is totally valid. (I don't know if I'd want to risk using Stash, either, even if others use it to point to WIPs and "wetter" visuals.) Considering that Ms. Tree-Lover is actually hugging a tree in the original stock image, it's not like it'd be a hard, lol, adjustment back.

Wattpad could be feasible, especially given the texts there - No judgment; we love a wholesome hellscape. - but is there too much "action" for it to be allowed? No sé.

The actual hellscape that is Twitter's policies, especially recently with the Muskrat's mayhem, leave me unsure, though I think it'd be fine under a "Sensitive Media" flagged account. I don't know if I'd want to put my public account under such a flag given how many of my retweets are SFW, but the idea of minors interacting with me currently is already a YIKES. Yet, it's not like I use Twitter more than semimonthly, or I'm a largely public figure. (Plus, I did post a sausage a few years ago, but that was a few years ago, and y'all better not be snitches about it.) Would it be worth making a new account there with the flag like many creators do for what could be only one post for forever? Still, it could also inspire to just make more adult stuff, too, and I do have a few ideas in mind, so I'm not totally against it. Hmm... 🤔

Where to go from here?

Aside from using DD as my primary post-place of choice, I'm unsure of which options, if any, are open to mine, whether for now or the future. Any insights y'all have, I would truly appreciate them. If you've read up to this point, thank you, and take care! 💜

P.S.

If you recommend any works (preferably size-fics because fucking duh, but $20 is $20, and good content is good content) that could extend my smutty girl season to a smutty girl solar revolution, let a bitch know! I only just recently found the glory that is GiantObsession on Wattpad, and I've been eating good and well. (I think I'm into oral-oriented scenarios more than I thought I was, or is it just their style? Wat dat mouf do?) But I'm open to most subject matter. Most; don't be weird.

P.P.S.

I'm still collecting content for my Music List, by the way. I have, like, 20 or so things I should have already added by now, but it's 20 things to add, so I CBA. Maybe I'll update the list here with all the unadded links whenever/if I upload my problem-in-progress somewhere else to repent and rebalance my karma.

[sysig]

They’re too cute, I can’t stop (Patreon)

[r0zyp0zy0zy]

✾D.K- Movie Night☼✶

Master list

FEM!reader

Words: 3880

Warnings/kinks: thighs, thigh-job, oral

Pairing: Kaminari Denki x reader

Summary: You invite Denki over for a movie, but your thighs are distracting

                                    ===NSFW under the cut===

It wasn't like Denki's crush on you was a secret, in fact basically everyone knew; but still, it shouldn't've shocked you when Mina gave you screenshots of him practically confessing his love for you.

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: Y/n I'm dying here😖 He won't stop gushing about you

Y/n: Wait is this real??

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: Duh!

Y/n: I may or may not be blushing 😳 I like him too, but don't tell! I'll do it soon enough

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: I'm in need for some entertainment Any ideas on how to fluster him? I want to see him all giddy and nervous lmao 🌸

You looked up from your bed to your paused movie and started to think. Hmm.. that could work.. but how..? Your cheeks flushed harder at the thought of making him nervous; he was just so cute!

Y/n: I have the perfect plan. You know that textbook I lent you? Get Kami to return it to me Once I send the signal I need to prepare >:)

PinkyPie🌸👽🌷: Omg the suspense!! I can't wait!

You got all the confidence you needed when you read his messages to Mina. He liked you, and there was no denying it now. You gathered your snacks into bowls, and rearranged your fairy lights over your bed. Since you already were ready to watch a movie, you only had to make a few adjustments before setting the plan into motion.

You took a moment to change into something a little more revealing, but not at all suggestive. A T-shirt and shorts. You made sure they were shaved/groomed to your liking, and you did the same for your arms. A few candles were lit, and the light was dim.

==

"Kamiiii~~" Mina yelled from across the room.

"What?" Denki replied, half expecting a phone charger to be thrown at him.

"Can you pretty please give this book to y/n? I have to do something, and apparently she needs it," Mina flashed puppy eyes at him, and Denki grinned.

"An excuse to go to y/n's room?" He buzzed. "I'd go even if you needed me to return a bread crumb!"

"Aw thanks Denki-kun!" She smiled, passing him the hefty book.

Denki practically skipped to your dorm in excitement. He hadn't been able to have a good look at what your room was like when the Best Room Contest was going on. Would it match your personality? Or completely clash? What colour were your walls? What did your bed look like?

His heart fluttered as he came closer to his destination. He nervously clicked the second floor button in the elevator, and urged the thing to move faster. C'mon! He didn't have time for this, he needed to see you!

The elevator's ding rattled in his head as he rushed out of it, speed walking down the hall. Y/n, y/n... y/n! Here we are.

Denki took a deep breath, smoothing out his shirt and shaking out his arms. Here we go. He raised his fist and gently knocked on your door. He heard your feet shuffle to the door, and he felt light headed. You would be in your lounging clothes, no uniform.

"Oh hey Kami!" You greeted with a smile, "what brings you here?"

"U-uh," he stuttered. If it weren't for the shorts peaking under your oversized T-shirt, he would've thought you had nothing else on, "Mina said you needed this."

"Thanks!" You replied, gingerly taking the book from his hands. "It's the perfect height."

"..perfect height?" Denki asked, peeking into your room as you walked back to your bed.

"Yep! It's a great laptop stand," you grinned, placing it under the device, "I was just about to watch a movie, care to join?"

Denki froze, mouth half agape. A movie? With you? Alone? In your room? He felt like he was dreaming.

"Well?" You inquired.

"Y-yes!" Denki almost screamed, "I just gotta- I'm gonna grab a fluffy blanket!"

"Ok!" You giggled as he left your room in a hurry.

Denki didn't waste time on the elevator, and ran down the stairs two steps at a time. He crossed the common area in a hurry, causing several people to question him.

"Fluffy blanket!" Was all he replied before he barged into his room and grabbed what he was looking for. He also grabbed his phone so he could update his friends on his current situation.

Denki⚡️: Holy fuck it's happening

Tape man: Did you finally ask her out

Denki⚡️: Nope She invited me in her room to watch a movie

Tape man: We all know how that turns out ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Kiri☄️: Good luck, man! I was wondering why you needed a blanket lol

Denki put his phone in his pocket, and rushed back to the common area with his fluffy yellow blanket him his arms.

"What's with the pillow?" Mina giggled.

"Blanket!" Denki corrected. "Y/n invited me to watch a movie in her room and the panic hasn't quite set in yet."

He heard laughing as he ran for the elevator, too tuckered out to take the stairs again. His stomach jolted in excitement as the elevator lifted him upwards. Oh fuck this was actually happening. Denki rushed down the hall to your door, and knocked.

"Come in!" Your muffled voice said.

You took in Denki's appearance as he walked into your room. Even with the lights dimmed, you could see his flushed cheeks. In his arms was a blanket, one you assumed he was hoping to share with you.

"C'mon!" You said, patting the spot beside you.

"O-on your bed?" Kaminari questioned.

"Where else?" You giggled. Denki looked extremely nervous as he sat down, some centimetres away from you. "You can come closer y'know."

"O-ok," Denki stuttered, inching towards you, "so, what are we watching?"

"I'm not sure actually. I was hoping maybe an anime or something," you replied, clicking through all the suggestions on Netflix.

God, please marry me. Denki thought, eyeing your thighs as you said that. They looked so kissable... grab-able... suffocating his face-able...

"This one?" You asked him, pointing to a movie.

"S-sure," Kaminari replied, only half aware of what you were saying. His eyes were glued on your thighs, and you could see his fingers twitching to touch them.

"So are you gonna share that big-ass blanket or not?" You said, tugging at the yellow fabric that was in his lap.

"Y-yeAh," Denki cracked, uncrumpling the blanket, and handing you a corner.

You made sure to slide your fingers over his as you took the side from his hands. You watched as his Adams apple bobbed nervously. You slid the fluffy fabric over your shoulders and scooted closer to Kami.

"I have snacks," you said, pulling over a few bowls of chips and whatever else. You placed the popcorn between the two of you for easier access.

To be honest, Denki wasn't paying attention to the movie in the slightest, all he was doing was thinking about you; how close you were to him. How he was sharing a blanket with you. How your hands touched his occasionally when he grabbed popcorn. His mind was spinning, and he couldn't tell if it was excitement or nerves, (probably both).

Denki looked down at the bowl when he noticed no more popcorn was left. He silently took the bowl off the bed and onto the floor. His heart rate thumped unevenly as he realized that there was no border between you and him. He scooted over a tiny bit, hoping you would do the same.

Your hand reached for another handful of popcorn, but instead got a handful of Kaminari's thigh.

"Ah~" Kami groaned. He slapped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" You panicked, pretending not to notice the delicious noise that came out of his mouth. "Popcorn all gone?"

"Y-yeah," Kaminari stuttered, "I j-just put it on the floor if that's alright, heh."

"Yeah that's fine," you replied, going back to the movie.

If Denki wasn't flushed red already, he certainly was now. His whole body felt hot, and where you grasped his thigh was scorching. He gulped as he strained to keep his composure... but he failed to do so as you leaned against him, shoulders touching. His hopes to stay at least semi-hard crashed, his dick starting to twitch to life. He shoved the hand furthest from you in his sweatpants pocket, and adjusted himself. What would you think of him if you found out he had a hard-on just from you touching him? He didn't want to find out. He pushed sinful thoughts to the back of his head, urging himself to focus on the movie. He needed to go soft, and quick.

That plan also failed, because for some reason he chose a coming of age movie. Honestly, he didn't really even remember picking a movie; that wasn't what he was here for. A heated make-out session was plastered on the laptop screen, and his breath hitched as he realized the actress looked similar to you. Same h/l, h/c hair, same skin colour, same body type... god he felt like he was loosing it. The various differences between you and the actor kept him sane; different nose, different skin type... it reassured him that, no, you weren't making out with some dude, and you were right here beside him.

"The actress looks a lot like you," Kaminari said from out of the blue.

"..and you chose exactly now to tell me that? While their making out?" You laughed, nudging him with your elbow.

"Uh, well. It took me awhile to figure out why she was so familiar," Kaminari blushed. You saw his hands fist the fabric of his pants, his knuckles almost white.

"Kami-kun.. you ok?" You asked, reaching over for his hand. "You seem stressed, is the movie making you uncomfortable?"

"Ah- n-no, it's not that... I-it's, well," Denki struggled to form words, "it's just awkward watching this with you so close."

"It's not like it's porn," you shrugged, and Kami's breath hitched. "But damn, there sure is a lot of nudity..."

"Uh- I didn't know that would, uh, I didn't really look at the description of the movie, heh heh," Kaminari said nervously.

"It's whatever. It's a great show besides that," you popped a candy into your mouth.

Your hand was still on his as you continued to watch the movie. Denki's vision was fuzzy with nervousness, and he wondered if he should pull his hand away. No, he decided. He liked how comforting it felt, even though he was currently rock-hard and raving to go. Denki's head moved the slightest bit towards you, trying to catch a glance of your beautiful face. He almost screamed when he noticed that the side of you thigh was pressed against his.

Hot. Oh god, he felt so hot all over.

You had to stifle a smile as you heard Kaminari continuously whimper; it was so quiet you had to strain to hear. Was he even aware he was doing that? You almost didn't notice the credits rolling on the screen, too caught up in giddy excitement. You unwrapped a lollipop and put it in your mouth, hands reaching for the laptop.

"Hah~" Kaminari whispered behind you. Oh yeah, you thought, your shorts were basically boy-short panties.

"That was fun!" You cheered, closing the device and picking up candy wrappers.

"Y-yeah," Kami gulped, afraid to get up. He folded his fluffy blanket, and carefully held it in front of his crotch, trying not to grind against it.

"Well, you can stay for the night if you want. I don't know about you, but I'm pooped," you said, stretching your arms up, exposing your thighs.

"Oh my god I want to fuck your thighs so bad," Denki said dreamily, and then immediately smacked a hand over his mouth.

His eyes were wide with horror, and he would have collapsed if he wasn't sitting down. Your face looked shocked as you processed what he said. Oh shit, he wanted to perish. Vanish from the earth and never be seen again.

"I-I, Wow, I can't believe I said that out loud. Please excuse me while I go die of embarrassment," Denki said as calmly as he could muster, quickly standing up and walking awkwardly towards your door.

"Wait, Kami," you said, grabbing his wrist as he reached for the doorknob.

Yup. This is it. This is where he dies. This is where you fucking murder him in cold blood, right here, right now.

"At least give me a kiss before you leave," you said, looking at him with pleading eyes. The stick on your lollipop had fallen off of the candy, and the sweet treat was still in your mouth.

"Y-you're serious?!" Kaminari sputtered, dropping his blanket in surprise.

"Mmhm," you mumbled, pulling him a little closer to you. His erection was painfully obvious, but he didn't seem to care.

Kaminari reached for your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. They were a little sweaty, but that didn't bother you. The look in his eyes was remarkable, and you felt courage flow through you. Your soft lips met his, and you exchanged a few kisses before you deepened it. You slipped your tongue across his lip, and he eagerly opened up.

Denki moaned at the sweetness of your tongue, sucking on it to get all of the flavour. He squeaked as he felt something weird enter his mouth. Oh. Oh. That was the piece of candy you were sucking on. Holy fuck. Denki groaned deeply, swishing the sweet in his mouth before giving it back to you.

You pulled away, saliva covering your lips. You heave for breath and gleamed at Kaminari, "that was hot."

"Hhngg," was the only response you heard from him.

"You ok, Kami?" You asked, giving his wrist a slight squeeze.

"Fuck yeah," he moaned. "M' just trying not to cum my pants right now."

"How about I take these shorts off so you can come between my thighs," you teased, already shimming out of your short-shorts.

"EH?!" Denki roared, and you saw his hair buzz with electricity.

"Just don't electrocute me, Buzzy," you said, stepping a few inches away, playfully throwing in the nickname.

You bit your cheek as Kami started to play with the strings on his pants, "actually? Like, really?!"

"Stop saying stupid shit and come here," you grabbed his forearm, pulling him closer to you. "Let's get these sweatpants off, shall we?"

You slowly pulled at the strings, leaving sensual touches to his pelvis. Denki looked as though he had just entered heaven, his eyes were shining dreamily, and a dumb smile was plastered on his face. His pants fell to the ground, and you snorted at his lighting bolt patterned briefs. You ghosted a hand over his length, and Denki shivered in anticipation.

"Can I- please?" Kaminari struggled, his hands slowly reaching over to you.

"Of course, baby," you murmured, lifting your T-shirt over your head, leaving you in just your undergarments.

As soon as the magic words left your lips, he was all over you. It was like he had to touch every inch of you. You loved the way he firmly gripped your hips, and the way he kissed you. It felt just right. Denki nervously pulled off his underwear, now only in a shirt. You didn't hesitate to gently grip his cock, relishing the whimper he made. You stroked him a few times before reaching over to your dresser, pumping a little lotion on your palm.

You looked at Denki as you rubbed the lotion on the inside of your thighs, you grabbed another dollop and rubbed that in as well. You ended up pushing him against a wall, your hands on his chest, and lips on his. You dropped one of your hands down to Denki's twitching cock, and swiftly inserted it between your thighs, directly under your vulva. You moaned with him as he took ahold of your hips and pulled you closer to him, jerking out his hips in the process.

"Fuck. Holy fuck, t-thank you so much y/n!" Denki cried, leaning his head back. He stuck out his hips, and helped you grind against him.

"So, how long have you been wanting to do this for?" You inquired, nibbling at his earlobe.

"Ah~ so goddamn long," Denki murmured.

The feeling of his dick pressed firmly under your heat sent waves of pleasure up your body, and you took one hand off the wall to cup your breast. You sighed and looked at Kaminari, his face was flushed, and you were sure the blush travelled down to his chest.

"Hah~~" Denki moaned, "I'm so close. Pl-ease."

The way your thighs clamped around his dick made his head spin, it was so much better than he ever imagined it would be. Your panties were wet against his cock, and he groaned deeply at the fact that holy shit this was actually happening. Denki would smell your arousal, (something he didn't really expect to have a strong smell), and he got dizzy all over again.

"'Please'?" You questioned, giving small sucks to his jaw.

"Can I come? I-I just don't want to finish between your legs and then you freak out, that would be bad. A-and I wasn't sure if—" Denki got cut off with a kiss.

"Go ahead, baby. Go on and come undone for me," you whispered in his ear.

Denki let out a strangled groan, mumbling out 'fuck' and 'you're so perfect'. His hold on you gripped harder, leading you back and forth on his cock. Your pride swelled as you felt a wet, sticky substance run down the back of your thighs. Denki shuttered once he was finished, and whined when he gently pushed you off.

"Fuck, so good," Denki said in a daze, his eyes practically glazed over.

You reached between your legs, scooping up some of his semen with your fingers. You brought them to your mouth, and sucked on them, making sure to clean off all of the salty substance

"Oh my god," Denki muttered as he watched you. He was getting hard again.

"Clean up for me?" You said, spreading your legs and bending over a little bit, exposing your cum-covered thighs. You didn't hear a response, and you worried that you'd maybe gone too far.

Denki was drooling at the wonderful sight, and got on his knees. His hands ran up and down your legs before he took an experimental lick. It wasn't the worst, but still unfavourable. Right now, he didn't care what it tasted like. Because he was licking your thighs and the bottom of your ass, and that's all that mattered right now. Denki took care to graze his teeth on your skin every so often, eliciting a sweet moan from you.

"All done," he mumbled into your leg, giving it one more kiss before pulling away, still on his knees.

You turned around, and Denki's eyes nearly fell out of his head; you took off your bra, and your breasts were amazing. He was frozen, but let you strip off his T-shirt, too afraid that he would wake up in his bed, and this was all a dream.

"You look so good like that, Denki," you mused, admiring his disheveled hair and messy face. You glanced down and saw that he was hard again— classic Kami, "I'm so horny, baby. Touch me~"

Denki's shaky hands felt their way up your legs, and gripped onto your underwear's waistband. He looked up at you as he pulled them down to your ankles, careful to slip them off. They were covered in your slick, and it took him a whole lot of self-control to not lick them. He had the whole meal in front of him anyway. Denki curiously slid his fingers through your folds, breath catching at your sigh.

You turned so that your back was against the wall, and spread your legs enough so that Kaminari had full-view of your flower. His tongue stuck out, and drool practically dripped down his chin. He slowly crawled towards you, reaching his neck out so he could have a sweet taste of your goodness. You reached down and pulled at his hair, guiding him to where he was scared to go.

"This is really ok?" Denki said dreamily, his gaze hypnotized on your pussy.

"Yep, dig in, Buzzy," you said, biting your lip.

Kaminari lurched forward, hands clamped on your thighs, and stuck his face between your legs. You assumed he had little to no experience, so you guided him with your sweet voice, and pulling him off if he did something you didn't like.

"So good," Denki moaned on your pussy, drunk on your taste. He rubbed his tongue just right on your clit, and you groaned. He did it again, and began to nibble and suck on your sensitive pearl. Kaminari's cock was leaking pre-cum, but he refused to give himself attention. He was receiving so much pleasure by just making you feel good.

"Denki~" you moaned, gripping his hair harder and pulling him closer, grinding against his face.

"Mmfff-" Denki struggled, tingles travelling through his body. The way you said his name practically has him coming.

"So close- don't you dare stop!" Your back arched, and your eyes closed.

He didn't plan on that. He needed you to finish on his tongue, he was desperate for your pleasure. Denki felt your vulva twitch in his mouth, and he tried harder. You were so close. He needed you to feel good. You had made him feel so good just moments before.

"Right- there-!" You gasped, legs shaking through Denki's grip. He continued his pace, though struggling to breathe; he didn't care, he needed you to finish.

When the grip on Kaminari's scalp softened and fell away, he pulled back, choking for air, "oh my fuck you taste so good~"

"Thank you, Buzzy," you smiled at him. "You're the best."

The two of you admired each other for a moment, before Denki coughed awkwardly, "sorry about the floor."

You glanced down and noticed that Kaminari had managed to cum without the help of anything touching him. Classic Kami.

"Heh, that's kinda embarrassing," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I'll clean that up."

You watched Denki clean the floor as you cleaned yourself, using baby wipes on your legs to get rid of the cum remanence. You threw on your robe and told Kami you'd be a few minutes.

When you came back in, all cleaned up, Denki was sitting on your bed with his boxers on, "I was hoping that I-I could stay over?"

"Absolutely," you grinned, flopping on the bed. Denki wrapped his yellow blanket around your body, and you cuddled into him.

"So I'm assuming you like me back, then?" Denki mumbled into your neck.

"Mmhm," you sighed, "I have for awhile now."

"Damn. We could've been doing this earlier!"

"Oi, shut up and cuddle me. I'm all tuckered out."

[pfreadsandwrites]

九つの命/9 Lives Translation

Hi!! So, @foxy-and-tales asked me to tell her what was going on in the comic mentioned in this post. After skimming through it, I thought it'd be good practice - and it'd be easier to answer her question - if I just went through it and told her what it all meant. I realised by that point I was doing a translation, and since I was going to the trouble anyway, I thought I'd post it publicly.

So, the full comic is here. It's basically a comic that has 7 little stories about Kakashi's ninja hounds and their lives with Kakashi. It's an adorable, heartfelt story and I absolutely love the personalities that the artist gave all the ninja hounds and the depictions of their relationships with Kakashi.

My translation will be this post, follow it as a script. I don't have the skill or knowledge to edit and typeset and change the images myself - and I wouldn't do that anyway, as it would involve reposting the art and changing it without the artist's consent. But I do think that not referring to the pictures as you're reading through the script really harms how sweet this story is, so if you can go through the comic slowly whilst referring to my (amateur) translation of it, I hope you can get a glimpse of that!

WARNINGS: There is a depiction of an already dead dog in part 4 😢, and some (human!) male partial nudity in part 6 (😉)

Tagging: @scaredlittlefoxy @lemony-snickers @backalleykat @whatshernameis @gwedosuns @topsyturvy-dream @ice-icebaby @cosmiclattes

This is also the artist’s note that follows after the comic, that I’m putting here:

(Artist’s note translation)

"This is a story about the daily life of Kakashi and the eight ninken.

The ninja dogs’ personalities etc mightn’t be faithful to the source material.

The dogs live free range in Kakashi’s house.

There is an illustration of a dog dying, though it isn’t any of the ninken. Please take note.

You don’t have to read it, but below this are the dogs’ personalities:

Shiba: Friendly and sensitive

Biscuit: Childish and Selfish

Akino: Calm and cool demeanour

Bull: Timid and Quiet

Urushi: Ladykiller. A little bit dim. (Note: Himbo!)

Guruko: Annoyingly helpful and naggy

Uhei: Pure-hearted and cheerful

Pakkun: Same as in the series"

Some notes and then onwards into the translation under the cut:

Please take heed before continuing:

I’m not a professional translator, in fact I’ve done very little of this, so there’s some guesswork and liberties taken, and I don't claim that that there’ll be no mistakes.

I’ve separated it out by sections and pages, so you should be able to follow the story from following the speech bubbles (right to left) and referencing the lines here by speaker

Each space between a line denotes that it’s the next speech bubble

A new line but no change in speaker will denote that it’s the same character talking, but in the next panel or speech bubble

Italics means the character is thinking or flashbacks. I'll try and make this obvious as I go but the artwork should make that clear too.

Brackets are my additions, or me translating things like signs etc, or brackets will have smaller background dialogue not in speech bubbles. I'll try to make this clear as I go.

Stuff surrounded by * denotes actions or onomatopoeic actions/words in panels

Ask me if there’s any parts that confuse you about the story!! The way I’ve done this isn’t easy to follow but it's the best my dumb brain could come up with

TRANSLATION:

Title page

(p.1)

ここのつのいのち

9 Lives

(p.2)

1. ‘I won’t tell anyone’

(SFX: dogs playing and wagging tails)

Kakashi: Hm? You’re not gonna play, Shiba?

Shiba: …No. …Hey, Kakashi’

Kakashi: Hm? What?’

Shiba: There’s a girl I like’

Kakashi: Ohhh… I won’t tell anybody.

I won’t tell ~ I won’t tell ~

(p. 3)

Shiba: She’s really cute…

Kakashi: That’s great ~

Shiba: But I haven’t even spoken to her once

Kakashi: You should go for it ~

(SFX: *happy dog panting*)

Shiba: I’ll come back as soon as I’ve talked to her!’

Kakashi: Yep!

Shiba: I’ll be right back, definitely!

Kakashi: Ok, ok (lit. Yes yes)

(p.4)

Shiba: She’s already got someone (lit. she’s already in a couple/has a mate)

Kakashi: I see…

Shiba: She said her mate hurt his leg and can’t walk so he's staying at home…

(p.5)

Kakashi: Shiba, you know.. have feet that can walk anywhere…

So maybe you’ll meet an amazing girl again, won’t you?

(*dog cries*)

Kakashi: ...I won’t tell anyone. (*Comforting doggy*)

I won’t say anything. I won’t say anything.

(Kakashi: Aw, Shiba is pretty sweet to me, huh?)

2. Biscuit’s Sausage (note: I know his name is technically Bisuke in Japanese, but Biscuit is his dub name and it’s too adorable so that’s what I’m going with here! Also suits the personality he has in this story. What a biscuithead this boy is)

(p.6)

Biscuit: -You’re so sneaky, Kakashi! I wanted to eat sausages!

*crying dog noises*

(Uhei: Sorry, Kakashi…

Guruko: I told you!!)

Kakashi: You know if you eat sausages, Biscuit, your tummy will get sick, right? I’m boiling cod for you right now

(*tantrum noises, pounding feet and barking*)

Biscuit: *angry puppy noises* I hate fish, you idiot! I said I want to eat sausages! Sausages! Sausages!

Kakashi: *sternly* Biscuit

Biscuit: *whimper*

(p.7)

Biscuit: Kakashi, you IDIOT!

(2. Biscuit’s Sausage)

Biscuit: *sniff*

(Sign says Konoha Pet Food)

Biscuit: This is the store that sells the dog food Kakashi buys! Wow, maybe they have sausages here too!

(p.8)

Biscuit: I wonder if I'll be able to eat as much as I want… *gulp*

But if I did that, Kakashi would get in trouble

No, maybe…

*heart pounding*

Kakashi kept it (this) a secret just from me, because I'll get sick...

(Apron says Konoha Pet Food)

Shop Lady: *shuffles*

Biscuit: I didn't do anything yet!!! * heart pounding*

Shop Lady: Oh my… you really just talked!

Shop lady: You’re Kakashi’s pup, aren’t you?

(p.9)

Shop lady: Kakashi got you to come here, huh?

(Shop lady: you’re a good boy!)

Bisuke: Oh, no-

Shop lady: Though, he shouldn't have made you come pick it up without contacting us, huh? Here, sausages!

Biscuit: Sausages?!

Shop lady: There’s a pup among you guys that can’t have normal sausages, right?

It was a request from Kakashi.

He said he wanted me to make some especially for the puppy who can’t handle meat.

(p.10)

Shop lady: Well, here you go!! You’ll tell Kakashi we’re sorry for making him wait, won’t you?

Biscuit: Oh, um… But I don’t have any money…

Shop lady: It’s fine, because it’s Kakashi!

Whenever he has free time, he comes to pay.

I have a deal with him, you see. And he can't get the food if he's not here...

Next time, come together with Kakashi, okay?

(p. 11)

Kakashi: *casually picks up Bisuke* Thank you! This is for you ~

Shop lady: Thank you, come again!

Biscuit: Kakashi…

Kakashi: Hm?

Biscuit: Sorry…

Kakashi: Yeah…

I’m sorry too. I gave everyone else sausages while keeping it a secret from you.

I thought you’d definitely want some if you saw…

(Kakashi: But I got caught.)

(p. 12)

Kakashi: But…. Everyone’ll want some if they see this, too.

How about stopping by the park and eating it there?

We’ll keep it a secret from everyone 😊

Bisuke: *happy face licking and barking* When we get home, I’ll eat the cod too!!

Kakashi: Uhh… Well, Uhei and Guruko already ate it…

Bisuke: WHAT?!!!

(Flashback, Uhei and Guruko saying ‘Cod! Me too!! Me too! I want to eat some too!’)

3. Kakashi’s smile

(p. 13)

*paws thudding on ground/running away*

Kakashi: …Got you.

Akino: Ack!

It’s always only me that you brush so roughly, Kakashi!

Kakashi: It can’t be helped, can it? You have the thickest fur, Akino

*brushing softly* It���ll be over soon, it’ll be over soon…

Other doggies: That seems nice to me, Akino…

Kakashi: Hey, it’s falling out, it’s falling out ~

Akino: !!!

Kakashi: Look, it’s a mini Akino!! So much fur…

Akino: That’s too much hair off the bottom, Kakashi! Wha…

(p. 14)

*Kakashi continuing to laugh at his mini Akino*

Akino: There are times now where Kakashi summons us, even if he doesn’t have any business for us to take care of…

(Back then) he never ever summoned us outside of missions…

(p. 15)

Akino: He was doing all kinds of things, but he was the kind of person who never had a smile on his face…

Kakashi: If I had more time, I could make an even hairier one, you know

(Other dogs: *laughing* Akino: That’s a lie!)

Akino: Kakashi…. You're having fun?

Kakashi: *genuine smile* Yep, I am!

Akino: *smile* If you feel like it, you can keep going…

Kakashi: Oh?

(Later, Akino notices Kakashi has put sunglasses on the mini Akino)

4. Timid Bull (CW Animal Death)

(p. 16)

Bull: I’m the last ninja hound that came to Kakashi’s home.

Before that, I was living in a training centre for ninja hounds.

(4. Timid Bull)

The dogs I lived together with there… were all adopted when they were puppies.

But I still lived at the training centre, even as I became fully grown.

Ninja Hey, that dog looks tough, doesn’t he?

Centre manager: Yes, but… he’s not all that suited for battling…

Despite how he looks, he’s actually a timid dog.

Bull: I… I’m scared of insects. I’m scared of noises.

I’m scared of blood.

Centre manager: Because he can understand the stories of troubled humans, you see…

Bull: I’m scared of anything other than myself.

(p. 17)

Bull: Nobody would want a dog like me, right?

Kakashi: I found a good boy ~

Bull: *panicking* There’s no manager here!

Kakashi: Hello ~

Bull: …Hello… *heart pounding*

Kakashi: Ah, one that talks, huh…

Would you like to become one of my pups?

(p. 18)

Bull: Me…? Me, really? Quit it… That’s enough joking around.

Kakashi: What do you mean?

Bull: No-one wants me (😢)

Kakashi: No-one?

I want you, though.

Bull: What kind of a strange person would want me, I thought

(p. 19)

Bull: There were lots of dogs at Kakashi’s house

(Happy barking doggy noises)

Uhei: Woah, you’re huge! But among these guys, I have the fastest legs, you know!!!

Guruko: And I have the best nose!!

Biscuit: And I’m whiny!! (Note: lit. ‘I’m selfish!’)

Shiba: I have the sharpest bite!

Pakkun: I am the wisest. (Note: Pakkun I think uses Kansai-dialect Japanese lol so he sounds kinda... distinct. This is hard to convey for me lol)

Urushi: I’m popular with the ladies ;)

(Akino: I’m the fluffiest!)

Bull: I was so confused

You… you’re not scared of me?

I’m huge, and I have a scary face… So no one comes near me.

They all said they weren’t scared.

The reason, they said together, was…

(p. 20)

‘Because Kakashi brought you, Bull!’

Everyone was totally relaxed, as if they had no worries at all.

They all clung to me as if it was completely natural to do so.

I realised that there’d always be someone beside me.

(p. 21)

*sounds of paws scuffling against ground in first two panels*

*jumping to the ground noise in third panel*

Kakashi: …Bull, this way is a dead end.

Bull: …Sorry.

I couldn’t go back to where you were, and I thought so, but -

(p.22)

Bull: *looking at dog* He asked me to stay by his side.

…He was an enemy, but he was already dying.

That’s why, Kakashi….

Kakashi: …Yep.

Let’s give him a send-off together.

(Note: this was a tricky one because Kakashi says 送る, which means send, and is used with mail etc, but can mean to say farewells to the deceased, which is why Bull comments on it on the next page)

(p. 23)

Bull: He wanted to say ‘I want to bury him’

But Kakashi said ‘send-off’.

Lightly, as if his life force was still there

There… there are a lot of things that scare me.

When I was waiting for this dog, I was scared.

But I couldn’t refuse his request.

(p. 24)

Bull: …I’m spineless.

Kakashi: Everyone else has lots of things they’re scared of, you know.

That’s why they all stay by your side, Bull.

If you’re there, everything will be alright. That’s how everyone feels.

If you’re close by, everyone’s able to feel safe.

(p. 25)

Kakashi: ….This puppy, too.

Dying dog: …Please…

Bull: That dog…

Dying dog: Stay with me, until the end…

Kakashi: Because you stayed with him, Bull, he felt at peace, didn’t he?

Bull: I don’t think that dog was happy…

…Kakashi.

He was very thin, and he also smelt like he was sick

To protect themselves, his owner didn’t treasure this [this dog’s] life.

Kakashi, I…

Somehow, I..

I’m very…

(p. 26)

Bull: I wanted to cry out as loud as I could..

Kakashi: Yeah… (I’m not sure who’s saying this line)

Bull: For feeling guilty towards that dog, and for knowing Kakashi…

For my life being here now.

For my life, I wanted to cry it out until the blood came out of my throat.

(p. 27)

Bull: That dog…

I wonder, was that dog ever able to feel like this, even once?

(Flashback) Doggies: Because Kakashi brought you, Bull!

Uhei: Hey!!! Bull!!

Shiba: You’re late!!

I was worried, you know!

Guruko: (to others) Hey, Bull came back!!

Bull: I’m Bull. The dog that Kakashi found.

5. Urushi’s scales

(p.28)

Urushi: I think I’m good looking

(5. Urushi’s scales)

Girl pups: Ahh~ Urushi…~

Urushi: I’m popular with the ladies

(note: he uses メス, which means bitch in the literal sense - a female dog - and all the puppers use it to refer to human women too. So I just left it as ladies, as I don't think the pups mean it to be crass, they just use dog language and apply it to humans as well as themselves)

Sometimes I’m told ‘it’s probably because you’re one of Kakashi’s ninken’, but…

(Background lettering over the other dogs says ‘Unstylish/Uncool/Lame’)

But my other friends aren’t all that popular, really.

Still, I think it’s because I really am good-looking after all.

(Choruses of ‘Urushi~’, ‘Ahh…; and ‘Let’s play together, Urushi)

Urushi: Hehehe…

Being good-looking is a great thing.

Guruko: Hey, Kakashi!

(p. 29)

Guruko: You got hit by a girl again, didn’t you?!

Kakashi: *laughing* No…

Akino: Why were you hit by a girl? Do girls not like you?

Uhei: It looks like it hurts…

Kakashi: Nooo ~

Shiba: You’re so strong, Kakashi, why were you hit?

Biscuit: You couldn’t avoid it?

Guruko: *Steam from nostrils* I’ll fight her for you!

Kakashi: It’s fine, it’s fine ~

What are you saying?

(p. 30.)

Urushi: Kakashi said ‘I took responsibility’.

Sometimes humans say things I don’t understand…

Girl dog: Urushi… pair up with me.

Urushi: If Kakashi’s saying it, it must be important…

Be… Because I’m one of Kakashi’s ninken?

Girl dog: It has nothing to do with that. I like you, Urushi

Urushi: Wow… *heart pounding*

Girl dog: Pair up with me, and…

I want you to leave the ninken. (Lit. Stop being a ninken)

(p. 31)

Girl dog: I love you, Urushi, but what if, on a mission, you…

I can’t stand the thought of that!

Leave the ninken, and… always stay in the village with me?

Urushi: This girl’s a beauty, and has a kind personality…

I think that I might want to be with her…

Should I leave the ninken?

(p. 32)

Urushi: *perplexed*

Kakashi, Bull and Biscuit: *zzz, sleeping sounds*

Urushi: If I said I wanted to leave the ninken…

Kakashi: (in Urushi’s imagination) If that’s what you want, Urushi

It’s fine with me! (Background: It would be a shame, though…)

Urushi: I feel like Kakashi would say something like that…

Do I want to do that…? Not really, but… *sigh*

Hey, Pakkun.

(p. 33)

Pakkun: Something bothering you?

Urushi: Yeah, there is

I have to decide between two things, but it’s difficult…

I want both of them, but I can’t have them.

Pakkun: … Is it a girl problem?

Urushi: Yep ~

Pakkun: That’s just like you, Urushi. (Pakkun’s imagination shows two girl pups arguing:

Urushi!! Which one will you choose, me or her?! *indignant barking*)

When making a decision about something, one needs to think about what’s most.

...important to oneself.

Let’s say you balance both sides on your scales…

Urushi: My scales?

Pakkun: For example….

(p. 34)

It’s not the physical weight, but the weight of what you think is precious and important. It’s the weight of those feelings.

If you think about which is heavier, you’ll find the answer.

Kakashi: You guys are having a kinda complicated conversation, huh…?

Pakkun: Oh, Kakashi, you woke up, did you?

Urushi: *heart pounding*

Kakashi: My scales lean towards sleep, you know..

Let’s eat soon, okay? Please…

Urushi: Kakashi…. Are you happy that I’m here?

(p. 35)

Kakashi: Hm? Yeah, I’m happy!

Urushi, of course I’m happy ~

(Note: the word Kakashi uses is 嬉しい, which is ‘ureshii’ so Kakashi is making a pun with Urushi’s name here.)

Urushi: *blush* Okay!

Pakkun: What we were just talking about… Don’t talk about it in front of Shiba.

Urushi: Huh? Why?

Pakkun: Seems like he recently had his heart broken…

(p. 36)

Urushi: The thing that’s most important and precious to me… isn’t you.

That’s why I can’t be with you.

I can’t be with you, but… you’re a beautiful and amazing lady.

So, let’s meet again one day ~

Biscuit: Kakashi! Kakashiiiii! It’s awful!!

(p. 37)

(*throbbing pain*)

Biscuit: Urushi’s hurt!!

(*dogs barking*)

Guruko: Let’s go fight them!! *steam from nostrils*

Shiba: No way, is it a girl? Kakashi, you better tell him off!!!

Kakashi: Did you get into a fight with a dog from the village?

Urushi: No, it’s not that…

I took responsibility.

I’ve got a manly mark on my face, heh~

Shiba: You better tell him off!! *bark*

Pakkun: That’s it…

6. Kakashi’s Helper Team!

(p. 38)

Kakashi: I’m home~!!!

Guruko: ?!!! Kakashi, you stink!!

Kakashi: *sweetly smiling* Oh, stop it…

I saw Asuma after a long time, and we talked and ended up getting some drinks… It was nice to see him… *flops down on floor*

Guruko: Take a bath!!!

Don’t go to sleep!!

(*soundly sleeping*)

(p. 39.)

Guruko: Uhei! Uheiii!

Uhei: What is it?

Guruko: Let’s clean up Kakashi!

(6. Kakashi’s Helper Team!)

Uhei: Ehh… But if he wakes up, he’ll take a bath himself, won’t he?

(SFX: Heave-ho! Heave-ho!)

Guruko: We can’t leave Kakashi as he is when he’s this stinky! It’s fine, take it off!

Uhei: Uh, this is stuck half way, I can’t take it off

Guruko: Because you haven’t taken off his leg bandages!

(p. 40)

Guruko: Damn, this is stuck half way *pulling*

Uhei: Isn’t that because you haven’t taken off his headband?!

Guruko: This is enough, let’s carry him to the bath like this!

(*dragging noises*)

Uhei: Won’t his clothes get wet?

Guruko: It’s fine, because we’re going to wash them anyway!

Uhei: It’s amazing… Kakashi still hasn’t woken up!

Guruko: Okay, let’s wash him!

Uhei: Isn’t that… the shampoo that we use?

Guruko: It’s totally safe!!

If it’s fine for us to use, it’ll be fine for Kakashi too, right?

Uhei: I guess…

(p. 41)

Uhei: We can wash his body, but what about his clothes?

(SFX: *scrub scrub*)

Guruko: If we wash them together, it’ll be fine! Hey, pour some hot water over here ~

Uhei: Okay!

(SFX: *splash*)

Kakashi: *suddenly yelling* I’m gonna die!!

Guruko: *screaming*

Kakashi: Even with my face covered, if you pour hot water on me, I can’t breathe, you know!! You really can’t do that.

Guruko: You woke up…

(SFX: *heart pounding*)

Uhei: You really scared me…

(p. 42)

Kakashi: You’d started something, and I wondered how far you’d carry on… Ah, I’m drenched.

Guruko: Ah, I’m sorry, Kakashi!!

Kakashi: Well, anyway.. you guys ended up cleaning yourselves pretty good too. You’re all drenched, too.

Guruko: Then I’ll go get some towels!!

Uhei: Kakashi, Kakashi

Guruko acts the way he does, but he really loves looking after you!

Kakashi: I know.

Biscuit: I want to have a bath with Kakashi too ~

Guruko: That’s not it! It’s just all slippery (note: not accurate, but the gist is that Biscuit misunderstands and Guruko puts him straight)

7. I’ll always love you

(p. 43)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: Pakkun…

Pakkun…

I have a favour to ask.

(Present)

Pakkun…

(SFX: Snoring)

Kakashi: Pakkun..

(SFX: Gasp)

Pakkun: Huh?

Kakashi: It’s time to eat.

(p. 44)

Pakkun: Alright.

(Other dogs: Food~ Food ~

Kakashi: Yes ~ Yes ~)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: Pakkun…

Pakkun….

Pakkun..

(p. 45)

Pakkun: Kakashi?

Kakashi: Hm?

Pakkun: For the mission report before… You didn't need me, did you?

Why did you bring me?

Other dogs: We want to come too!!

Kakashi: It’s just Pakkun for today

Kakashi: Hmm…

Hey, let’s relax here for a little while.

Pakkun: What’s this…

Kakashi: Come on…

Well…

(p. 46)

Kakashi: I want to talk about Dad.

…No. Maybe it’s a confession?

Talking about Dad…. Felt like something we couldn’t even broach. Ever.

I think you felt this way too, right, Pakkun?

I couldn’t tell you earlier that ‘it’s all right now’. Even though it was.

It was just a matter of timing, I guess…

Pakkun: But I wasn’t waiting for you to say that… Even if you’d have said it earlier, that’d have been good, but..

Why, out of the blue like this?

A change like that… Just like…

Just like…

(p. 47)

(Flashback)

Sakumo: I have a favour.

(Present)

Kakashi: The day Dad died…

Ever since then, for a long time, now… I became strange.

I’ve been nothing but trouble for you.

Pakkun: Kakashi-

Kakashi: Even though… you were hurting over Dad not being here too.

(p. 48)

Kakashi: Dad was your first master, right?

You really were precious to him.

….The other day, when you were having a nap, I woke you up, didn’t I?

It might have been because of the food, but your nose was twitching.

At first, I thought you were growling.

When I woke you up, you had a really startled expression when you looked at me.

I understood right away.

You were thinking about Dad, right?

(p. 49)

Kakashi: You were having a dream about Dad that time, right?

Thank you for always being considerate towards me…

But it’s alright now.

From now on, I want you to tell me…

The things about Dad that only you know.

(p. 50)

Pakkun: Sakumo…

(Sakumo: Pakkun…)

Pakkun: …really was a loving, kind man.

Kind, and…

(Sakumo: Pakkun…)

Pakkun: Kind, and…

…Kakashi.

I’ll tell you about Sakumo.

The things I’ve always wanted to tell you

I’ll tell you now.

Kakashi: Okay.

(p. 51)

Kakashi: Thank you for telling me about Dad, Pakkun.

Pakkun: …Don’t you dare die.

(Pakkun…)

I’ve had enough now.

Yeah. Enough.

(p. 52)

(Sakumo: I’m asking.…)

Pakkun: Sakumo…

The two of you are exactly alike.

Kakashi: Oh, really?

Pakkun: Everything’s alright now.

(p. 53)

“Kakashi!”

(p. 54)

(No text)

(p. 55)

Kakashi!

(p. 56)

Kakashi

(Note: I think the favour Sakumo asked of Pakkun was to take care of and be mindful of Kakashi always. This isn't outright stated)

[enniewritesathing]

Hey, everybody! 👋

I actually wasn’t planning on doing anything for V-Day, but then OC Kiss week came up but I’m working on a HUGE story thing and I would like to put something out for it this month and there’s NO way of me trying to fit all that in. Then I remembered I made some poses for the Couples Challenge I did last month! 

I had enough for me to call it a pack, and lord knows when I was gonna release these... might as well! The husbands are just having a lazy day and all of that (they’re engaged but yknow what I mean lmao).

How many poses?

3 with Couch, 2 with Bed (one pose has a variant). Marked A and B with description and thumbnails 👀

What do you need?

Any 3-seated Couch and Any Bed

Ottoman (Wicked Wicking Ottoman OR the Base Game... they’re about the same height).

Luumia’s Beer Bottle

Quiddity Jones’ Wine Glass - Wine Glass Right Bowl 

Notes/Suggestions: There’s not much I can say tbh other than the usual. (may be a little clipping, made it for male sims but don’t let that stop you, etc).

Oh! Yes, I do! The last bed pose (or the bed poses in general) I had the idea of intimacy so, it’s intended for sims to be naked, but if you’re not cool with that, I am totally fine with it, there’s just gonna be some clipping. It’s more of a hanging out kind of deal and it depends on your pair’s relationship. Everyone got some sort of idea of what that means. 

(On the flipside of nudity, the beer drinking one doesn’t have to be ‘nude’; that’s just John being who he is, but the foot placement is for modesty... whatever that is lol).

And for the ottoman, you’ll have to use bb.moveobjects. 

💖Previews Here💖

As usual, feel free to ask me questions, tag #enniewritesathing or @ me! I’d love to see your sims! Don’t forget to like/reblog and check out my other poses!

[SFS] // [MF]

TY! @maxismatchccworld, @ts4-poses

[makoodlesarchive]

Hello, idk if your taking requests, if not just ignore this. I just saw on Insta about this new trend where if your man is playing video games and not paying attention to you, just walk in front of him butt naked. can do this with our best boi kiri with nsfw ending? Thanks love.

ok ok so i actually really loved this request ahahah it’s so cute!! i’ve been playing a lot of animal crossing lol (also i’m sorry i didn’t quite get to the nsfw ending but it’s implied i guess?)

pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader

words: 1432

warnings: nudity, suggestive themes

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Kirishima has been playing video games for hours.

That might not bother you too much, usually. But this is the third day in a row that this has happened – he came over to your place with his Switch so that he could hook it up to your TV and play. He didn’t stop playing when you announced that you were going to walk to the shop for groceries, he didn’t stop playing when you cooked food, and he didn’t stop playing when you snuggled into him on the couch and trailed soft kisses down his neck. At most, he took a swift second to kiss your forehead before his attention diverted right back to the screen.

“Baby?” you make one last hopeful bid for his attention, calling from the doorway.

He still doesn’t look away from the screen. In fact, you’re not altogether sure if he actually heard you. He’s chattering away to his friends over his headset, laughing excitedly at whatever they’re saying. “You’re too focused on paying the home loan, man, donate them to the museum instead! Nah, seriously-!”

Right. Okay. Time to step it up a little. You beat a tactical retreat back to the bedroom to rethink your strategy. Maybe… it was time to try out that trend you had seen Instagram. You had laughed when you had first seen it but figured you would never get the chance to try it because Kirishima was usually so attentive. He had never straight up ignored you for the sake of a video game before, and honestly it was bothering you a lot.

You strip down to your underwear, then pause for a moment before thinking “Fuck it, may as well go all the way” and stripping off your underwear too. You take a deep breath, and try not to feel as desperate as this is making you look. It’s been three days, and you just want a little attention. If this is the way to get it, then fine!

When you slip out of your room and pad down the hallway, goosebumps erupt across your bare flesh and you shiver a little in the cool air. This better be worth it, because now you’re embarrassed and cold. It’s no surprise when you get back to the living room and see that Kirishima hasn’t moved.

You strike a seductive pose against the doorframe, then decide that it looks stupid and rearrange yourself in a more casual lean with your arms folded below your breasts. “Eijirou?” you call softly.

“Just a minute, babe,” he replies without turning his head, “I’m playing Animal Crossing with the boys. Hey, Denki, I’ve got oranges at the top of my island if you want some-”

You pout. How were you supposed to seduce him when he wouldn’t even look your way? You glare at the screen, where little chibi versions of Kirishima, Denki, and Sero were racing about with nets and shaking trees. How dare it look so cute and idyllic when it was the current bane of your existence?

Well, fine. This was just fine. You would just go about your normal business, stark naked, and see how long it would take him to notice. Kirishima’s hoodie has slipped off the back of the couch and fallen to the floor, so you scoop it up. Next is the mess of paperwork that you had left over the coffee table. You walk in front of Kirishima, grab your stuff, then retreat to the back of the room to hang his hoodie up.

At first, there’s no reaction. Kirishima keeps playing as though nothing had happened. It takes a moment or two, and then his little cartoon character comes to a halt on the screen. His head does a very slow turn, until he’s craning his neck right round to get a glimpse of you. He looks as though he’s not quite sure of what he’s just seen.

You hum softly to yourself and shuffle through the paperwork, pretending to be reading it. When you peek over the top of the paper, you can see Kirishima goggling at you with a slack jaw. You stubbornly show no sign of noticing his eyes on you, keeping your attention fixed on the sheets of paper in front of you. You don’t even know what you’re looking at – it might be a water bill.

“Babe…” Kirishima says, trailing off at the end and sounding a little strained. “What..?”

“Hm?” you glance up as though you’re just noticing his attention on you now. “What’s up?”

“You’re-” he begins, then seems to remember the headset. He tugs it off his head hastily, cursing softly as it gets stuck on his hair before throwing it aside. “You’re naked.”

You glance down at yourself with raised eyebrows, as if you’ve only just noticed. “I suppose I am.”

Kirishima’s gaze roves constantly over your body, as if he can’t decide which part he wants to stare at. His mouth is still slightly open. When you shift your weight on your feet he seems to snap out of it, his mouth closing as he gets to his feet and rounds the couch so quickly he nearly trips up on the rug. You watch him approach, setting aside the bills as he comes to a stop right in front of you. As his hands come to rest on your waist, you notice for the first time that he’s started to grin. “You look really good.” he rumbles, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips.

You smile sweetly at him when he pulls back, and sigh as he lowers his head to suckle softly at your neck. Over his shoulder though, your eyes fall on the television screen. Kirishima’s little Animal Crossing character is standing inactive, but Denki’s and Sero’s are running loops around it. Chat bubbles are popping up over their heads, though you’re too far away to read what they say. They must be confused about why Kirishima had suddenly disappeared from their voice chat. The sight of the game makes you realise something; you’re feeling pettier about how much he had ignored than you had first realised.

Kirishima sighs against the spot he had been kissing, and the sensation of his hot breath against your spit-slicked throat has you shivering. You have to stay strong though. You have to carry through with this. “Baby.” he murmurs into your neck, and then you feel his hands sliding down your back to cup your ass.

You hum gently, allowing his touch. When his fingers become exploratory though, you step back out of his embrace. His hands follow you, before he realises that you’re backing away from him. He looks confused and a little hurt as his hands fall, looking at you questioningly. “Kiri,” you say softly, rocking on your feet, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

Your boyfriend looks startled, before a look of realisation settles over his face. “I’m- you’re right, I’m so sorry. I got so caught up in the game-” He’s frowning as he reaches out to you again, but this time you capture his hand in yours.

“I’m not sure if you deserve to touch me right now, Eiji.” Your voice is light and teasing, but his face still crumples in disappointment. 

His fingers twitch within your grasp, as though he’s forcibly resisting the urge to touch you. “But,” he begins, his gaze dropping to your tits; your nipples have pebbled in the cold, and he makes the most adorable little whining sound when he sees. “Princess, please!”

You pretend to consider, but really – as if you’re going to say no. You’ve been waiting for this sort of undivided attention for days. “I think you’ll have to make it up to me, baby.”

You’ve barely finished speaking before Kirishima’s hands are on your hips and you’re being hoisted into the air. A bright laugh escapes you as you wrap your legs around his waist, and then you’re being carried down the hall to the bedroom. Kirishima is kissing your forehead and the side of your head, anywhere he can reach. He’s barely even looking where he’s going, and you laugh as you field off bumping into walls with your outstretched arms. “Y/N,” he murmurs, and his eyes are so soft that they really don’t match the heat in his voice, ���I’m going to make it up to you all night long.”

“Good.” you announce, rather smug as he finally manages to fumble his way into the bedroom. “You have three days worth of attention to make up for.”

[bangchanstudio]

my roommate is a ghost | han jisung (ch. 1)

pairing: han jisung x reader (fem)

genre: fluff, college;au, parallel universe??

tw: mild nudity, mild talk of death, ghosts, cursing

word count: 1,355

writer’s note: okay so i haven’t written a fic in the longest time so sorry if it’s not that great. i was bored and felt inspired to write, might make a little series out of this, but i’m not sure yet lol let me know if you like it~ ps. sorry it’s so short T.T

plot: you had a bad habit of seeing ghosts. sometimes they were scary, sometimes they were rude, but hardly were they ever cute. one day as you were getting ready for class you walked in on your roommate showering... except you didn’t have a roommate. (inspired by Freaking Romance webtoon by Snailords)

[6:27am]

“wh-who are you?! get out!!” you shrieked, throwing whatever you could at the naked boy in your shower, though it was so humid you couldn’t really see his body, not that you wanted to. This was not what you had signed up for when you decided to move away for college and into a dorm hall. Not the loud parties or constant smell of weed in the corridor, not the times you’ve had your ass smacked by random strangers and definitely not finding a random guy in your shower at 6am.

“Hey what the hell, this is my room!” the boy retorted taking his toothbrush out of his mouth and dogging the hand soap you threw at him. “Just give me a sec--”

“how did you even get in here?! my door is locked!!” but was it? you did have a habit of being forgetful... that wasn’t important right now, what was important was getting this guy out before he made you late to your lecture. He grabbed a towel that was on the shower curtain rod before stepping out, the cloud that once hid him was gone now with the open door and you looked away trying to hide the stupid pink that rose on your checks. “get dressed”

you sat on your bed cross legged, nibbling your bottom lip impatiently and staring intently at the closed bathroom door. was he just another ghost? you thought. It had been at least a year since you last saw one. Ever since you were a small child you would see them. From the old man by the big oak tree at the park by your preschool, to the woman crying for her lost child on the corner of Mason Street and Wells Ave. Sometimes you would wake up to tens of ghosts crowded in your bedroom at 3am who wouldn’t disappear until you shrieked them away or came into physical contact with them. If your skin touched theirs they would just “poof”. That’s what made them a little less scary.

glancing at your clock it had been over 5 minutes but the guy still hadn’t come out of the bathroom. you jumped out of bed and pounded on the bathroom door, “does it really take you that long to put some clothes on?”

you waited for a response but all you could hear was the dripping of the faucet. “I’m coming in!” you warned before pushing the bathroom door open only to reveal... an empty bathroom. you stood there puzzled for a second as the door hit the wall. he was gone. as if he had never been there, the shower was dry as if it hadn’t been turned on, there was no fog on the mirror. had you just imagined it? maybe he was just a ghost, it wouldn’t be the first time after all.

[9:43pm]

finally, home sweet home. or dorm sweet dorm? it was a long day and you’d never felt happier to lay on your hard futon couch face down ready to d-word from the long day of lectures and group projects. how was it possible for professors to assign so much work on the first week of classes? you heard your phone buzz as a new notification popped up on the screen

-1 New Message from Aelin- Aelin: party at bryan’s later. wanna come?

you groaned into your decorative pillow before dragging yourself into a sitting position resting your head on your knee staring at the message trying to come up with an excuse not to go. for a 19 year old you weren’t great at doing normal 19 year old things. one such thing being parties or big crowds. plus it’s not like you had anything nice or slutty to wear to a frat party. but then again Aelin wasn’t the best drunk, and that was enough to convince your introverted soul into agreeing to go, although you regretted it the second you sent the message.

New Message Aelin: GREAT, I’ll come down in 20!

you got up quickly browsing through your limited closet before settled on a black slip dress Aelin let you borrow over summer and a leather jacket tossing them on your bed before stripping on your way to the shower to get at least a little cleaned up. turning on the hot water and letting it run down your hair reminded you of that morning with that hot ghost guy. the thought made you a little sad. if he was a ghost that means he had to have died and nothing was sadder than seeing young ghosts knowing they had their whole lives ahead of them. after a quick scrub down you hop out of the shower and wrapped a clean towel around yourself and using another to scrunch dry your hair. there wouldn’t be time for you to style it so you settled with slapping on some product to help the curls air dry nicely.

you annoyingly slap on some make up, quick foundation + concealer, some liquid blush and red lip tint. you didn’t need any mascara since your eyelash extensions were still pretty new and full. Aelin had the worst habit of inviting you out last minute. checking the clock on the counter you only had 5 minutes before aelin would come down, late as her libra ass may be she was always punctual when it came to a good time.

the cold air of the dorm room greeted you as you left the warm cloud of the bathroom behind. your hair was still a little damp so you took the towel off your body to dry it a bit more, thanking the gods you were able to get a dorm room to yourself giving you the freedom to wander around the small space nude all you wanted.

“oh shit-” that voice. you whirled around to see the ghost from earlier coming out of the bathroom you were just in. he held his hands up to cover his eyes.

“not again!” you groaned throwing your phone at him and wrapping the towel around tightly around yourself. “what are you doing here again! no one said this room was haunted! they’re suppose to disclose that shit!”

He rubbed his arm were the phone hit, “what do you mean haunted?! I’m not a ghost, you are!!”

you crossed the small distance to him. if you make skin to skin contact he will disappear, just make him disappear like the other ghosts. he backed into the wall at your sudden and determined advancement.

“go away!” you shouted as you slapped him, your hand making contacted with his cheek his eyes widening.

but he didn’t. he didn’t disappear.

you both stared at each other in shock.

a knock at the door made you both snap out of your daze.

you gathered yourself pushing the ghost-not-ghost-guy into the corner enough for you to open your bedroom door.

“aelin!!” you greeted nervously, your friend looking as good as ever with her gold dress, dark smokey eyes and pin straight blonde hair. she looked you up from head to toe, eyes squinting in suspicion.

“am i interrupting something?” she asked. crap, you forgot you were still in a towel.

“actually,” you cleared your throat, “I’m not feeling too well, sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I thought a shower would make me feel better but i feel worse so just go on without me. just text me if you need a ride or something,”

aelin lingered a bit trying to feel out what you were trying to hide, but resorted to taking your word for it, “okay no worries! i’m sure i’ll be fine, Hana is going too so don’t worry about my drunk ass!”

she laughed giving you a wink before skipping down the hallway to Hana’s room calling over her shoulder, “work on your lies! you still suck!”

rolling your eyes you shut the door and ended up face to face with the hot ghost again who was still rubbing his cheek.

“my name is han jisung, so stop calling me ghost.”

this was going to be a long night.

[hermannsthumb]

Nsfw prompt: The boys go for a swimming hall (Hermann finds swimming best form excercise for his leg) and Newton gets a bit handsy beneath the water.

im really in the mood for a prompt like this, i just got a nice ole (unused lol) pool off eb*y and i can’t wait to swim.....

18+/not SFW under cut

———————–

The thing about Hermann is that–no matter how often he and Newt argue, or how often he snaps at Newt, or criticizes Newt, or tells Newt to bugger off, or acts like a generally cold, unfeeling jackass–he’s still Newt’s best friend, which means Newt has a vested interest in getting into his business whenever at all possible. It’s what best friends are for, you know–having someone to always know your business. Newt always makes sure Hermann knows his business.

Anyway. Every Friday, without fail, Hermann will take a small, early dinner, clock out of the lab at 7:30 p.m. sharp, and speedwalk off down the hallway in the opposite direction of where his quarters are, a small tote bag in hand. Every Friday, without fail, Newt will ask where he’s going. Every Friday, without fail, Hermann will tell him to bugger off. It’s enough to drive anyone nuts with curiosity, let alone Newt in his official best friend status.

“What I’m trying to say,” Newt says, “is that you drove me to this.”

He doesn’t know why Hermann’s acting so weird about it all and, like, trying to cover himself up. It was only natural for Newt–after weeks of being told to bugger off–to finally just followed Hermann out one Friday and got his answers for himself. And boy, is he glad he did.

“I didn’t even know we had a swimming pool!” he exclaims happily. “Does anyone else come here?”

Hermann continues to shield his body with his towel. Again, weird–he’s in a bathing suit, it’s not like he’s naked. And it’s not like it’d be weird even if he was naked. Newt’s seen him naked more times than he can count, and Hermann’s seen him naked just as much in turn. Lot of lab accidents, you know. (Most of which are Newt’s fault.) “N-not that I know of,” he coughs out. He breathed in a decent amount of water when Newt flung open the door and starting shouting, so Newt guesses he’s still recovering. “I imagine it was once part of the rangers’ gymnasium, but–it’s not as if there are enough of them left to warrant it being, er, exclusive. Newton–”

Newt begins to take off his shirt. “You have access to the rangers’ gym?”

“Not strictly speaking, no,” Hermann says, “but no one in LOCCENT ever uses decent passcodes on their computers, and– Newton, what are you doing?”

“Undressing,” Newt says.

“I can see that,” Hermann says. “Why?”

“What, you thought I wasn’t going to swim in the super awesome private pool you hacked yourself credentials for?” Newt says. He kicks off his boots, and his socks and jeans and glasses follow. Boxers stay on–he doesn’t want to give Hermann a heart attack. “Okay, look out!”

“Technically, hacking isn’t--wait, no,” Hermann says, eyes widening in alarm, “no, no–!”

Newt does a cannonball into the deep end: the resulting wave drenches Hermann and his towel, which he finally throws aside and to scowl at Newt. “I think that was a ten out of ten,” Newt says happily. He splashes over to Hermann and settles in against the wall next to him. The water is warmer than he thought, which is nice. “So this is where you go every Friday night? You swim?

“Yes,” Hermann says through gritted teeth. “I find the exercise is good for my leg, and I like the quiet. Will you leave me alone now?”

“Nah,” Newt says. “It’s kinda dangerous to swim without a buddy, dude. I’ll be doing you a favor if I stay.” He stretches out his limbs and tosses his arm around Hermann’s shoulders. “You know, I haven’t been swimming in years. My dad used to take us to the beach a bunch when I was a kid, but we stopped when I started college, and it wasn’t like we could have a pool at the apartment, and...”

Hermann shakes him off. There’s a faint pink blush across his cheeks. “Yes, that’s all very fascinating. At least keep to the other bloody side, won’t you?”

Newt grins. “Why?”

“I said I come here for quiet,” Herman says.

Newt mimes zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. “You won’t even know I’m here.”

They don’t exactly keep to separate sides of the pool, but they do their own things to the extent that they may as well be: Hermann does a series of calm, even laps around the edge, while Newt entertains himself with attempting underwater handstands (he fails) and perfecting his backflip off the edge (he fails those, too, though his cannonball remains tried and true). He’s paddling over to the ladder for yet another try at a backflip when Hermann suddenly grunts, loudly, in discomfort.

Newt turns quickly, snatching his glasses up and cramming them back on. “Hermann?”

Hermann–face screwed up, eyes shut tight–has one white-knuckled grip on the side of the pool, the other on his left thigh. “Cramp,” he hisses through his teeth. “Bugger. No, it’s fine, don’t bother–”

But he goes easily when Newt guides him to the steps of the pool, and he doesn’t let go of Newt’s shoulder until he’s seated down comfortably. Newt hovers, anxiously, over him. “Are you good?” he says. “Do you need me to get your pain meds?” This sort of thing isn’t new for Hermann, and they’re both well-practiced in how to deal with it at this point (pain meds, sometimes a heating pad) but Newt can’t help but worry every time. Especially when they’re this far off from the lab and their bunks. 

Hermann shakes his head. “It’ll pass,” he says. He stretches out his leg and begins to work his fingers up and down his muscles, letting out the occasional grunt of pain. “I just need–”

“Let me,” Newt says.

Hermann stares at him skeptically. Then he drops his hands. “If you’re sure,” he says, and leans back.

It’s awkward at first, with Hermann breathing and glaring over him, but–after five minutes of squeezing, and testing different levels of pressure–Newt finally settles into a rhythm, and Hermann’s hisses of pain give way to small, pleased groans. “That’s–yes,” Hermann sighs. His head tips back, giving Newt a perfect view of his long, elegant throat. “Perfect.”

Newt grins weakly. He’d make some smart-ass comment, too, but he seems to be forgetting more and more of his vocabulary with each little sound that slips out of Hermann’s mouth, and he doesn’t trust himself to not just start squeaking. It’s not even just those little sounds that are making Newt feel funny, actually–it’s Hermann’s half-mast eyelids, the dig of his teeth into his wide lower lip, the tensing and relaxed sagging of his body every time Newt finds a new spot to work in his leg. It’s–well–you know. Newt’s only human. The pool water is too warm to help stop things from getting weird, but at least Newt’s crouched down low enough to conceal anything unseemly. “Good?” he croaks out.

Hermann nods. His throat bobs as he swallows. “Mm. Little higher.”

Newt obliges. Twice, by accident, his fingers dip beneath the hem of Hermann’s swim trunks and skim over the soft skin of his inner thigh; when he does it a third time, he reels back, blushing to the tips of his ears. “S-sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean–”

He stops short when he notices the tenting in Hermann’s trunks, eye level with him now. He’s not sure how he missed it before. He’s not sure how Hermann–with his heavy eyelids and parted mouth–is missing it. “Hey, dude,” Newt squeaks.

It’s a natural biological response to physical stimuli. Nudity–hands on that nudity, massaging out tension and getting just a little too close to certain parts of the human anatomy–shit, Newt’s having the same problem himself! Hermann doesn’t mean anything by it. Nothing personal. “Hm?” Hermann groans.

You have a boner, Newt thinks. I’m turning you on, Newt thinks. But he doesn’t say either of those things: instead, with a show of courage he’s not sure he actually feels, he moves his hand overtop Hermann’s dick.

Hermann’s emits a strange, low keen; his eyes shoot open. “Newton?” he says. He sounds a little dazed. More important, though, he also sounds excited, and when Newt gently cups him through the thin layer of polyester, he splays his legs wider and keens again. “What are you doing?” he breathes.

Newt moves his hand up and down twice, slowly, getting a feel for him. Hermann grabs onto the edge of the pool. “Newton,” he says again, but it’s a moan this time.

This is all the encouragement Newt needs. He shuffles forward on his knees, lifting himself just enough from the water to pull himself from his own boxers, and--tentatively--touches Hermann’s hand. “Hey,” he says, “will--will you--?”

Hermann’s fingers are cold and kind of clammy, and definitely unpracticed, and he doesn’t do anything but grasp at Newt for a minute while Newt continues to rub the heel of his palm up and down Hermann’s dick. “What do you want me to do?” Hermann says. His voice is maddeningly husky--nothing Newt’s ever heard before. God. Since when has Hermann been sexy? Always, if Newt’s being honest, but he guesses there’s a thin line between thinking someone’s sexy and knowing, definitively, that they’re really fucking sexy.

“Whatever you want?” Newt says.

Hermann blinks at him. Then--leaning in and draping the bulk of his weight on Newt--he kisses Newt. Their chins bump together, and their teeth clack, and Newt was not expecting it, but it’s awesome, so he kisses back happily and rubs Hermann a little faster. He likes how Hermann’s dick feels. It’s not scary intimidating or anything, but it’s good and firm, and the sort of thing he could (eventually) see himself enjoying getting his mouth on. “Oh,” Hermann moans into his mouth, “oh, that's--Newton--”

His own hand begins to move on Newt. Fucking finally. “Yeah, that’s perfect,” Newt says, and then winces. “Okay, don’t squeeze so tight, that’s--that actually kind of hurts. Hermann.”

“Sorry,” Hermann pants. Is that how he usually jerks himself off? No wonder he’s so tense all the time. “Oh, oh, you’re very good at this.”

Newt grins against his mouth. “I know. Hey, you want me to--?”

He was planning on offering to use his mouth, because he’s getting more and more curious about how much he’d enjoy it (and he’s really good at using his mouth, and he knows Hermann would enjoy it) but--hips jerking erratically, kissing Newt hard enough to draw blood--Hermann suddenly cries out and goes still. “Holy shit,” Newt says. “Did you--?”

“Yes,” Hermann says, through deep, heavy breaths. His hand slips off of Newt; he slumps backwards. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Newt says. “That’s hot. Okay, I can finish myself, no sweat, just sit there and look pretty--”

He jerks himself off quickly, eyes roving all over Hermann and committing every goddamn inch of him like this to memory: his heaving, blush-pink chest, his blown pupils, his wide-open mouth, the obscene splay of his legs. The top of his dick, spent, but still a little pink, poking out over the waistband of his swim trunks. How his mouth felt on Newt’s. How the soft skin of his thigh felt under Newt’s fingertips. “Yeah,” Newt grunts, and he comes over himself.

He slinks back under the water, panting. The pool filter will take care of the mess. Probably. Anyway, it’s not like anyone but Hermann knows this place exists in the first place. “Newton,” Herman begins.

The gymnasium door swings open. Newt stuffs his dick back into his boxers in a flash. “Hey,” a ranger Newt recognizes only in passing says, as two of his equally tall and equally built friends loom in the doorway behind him, “what are you guys doing here?”

“Leaving?” Newt says.

He and Hermann hustle out as fast as they can, Newt not even bothering to put his pants back on first, Hermann’s towel flapping like a striped bird behind them. They stop three hallways away just long enough to catch their breath; then, grinning shyly at each other, they dissolve into laughter.

[destinyc1020]

If people don't want to consider the possibility that many 17 yr olds do have sex (the average age of first sexual intercourse is 16.8 for American men and 17.2 for American women), they should just not watch Euphoria. Kat storyline is centered around her decision to be a camgirl, Jules uses emotionally unattached sex as a form of self-harm & Nate & his family are deeply disturbed due to their self-hating homophobia & misogyny. There are many shows that don't deal with sex that people can watch

I don't think it's so much about the SEX topic itself (everyone knows teenagers have sex), but more so about the nudity. 👀

I think some ppl feel like the sex/nudity in the show is gratuitous, esp because it's dealing with characters that are supposed to be teenagers. Obviously we know the cast is way older than teenagers in high school lol, but some just feel like the way things are done could be toned down some.

I feel like ppl can get the hint of things w/out needing to show every single thing. Jmho 🤷🏾‍♀️

I imagine S2 will only push the envelop even further. 👀 Some would actually like to watch the show, but might be turned off by certain aspects of it, which is perfectly fine... Just like some may feel like it doesn't bother them, so they watch it freely.

This isn't the first time that Sam Levinson has been criticized for his work being a bit on the gratuitous side. Just saying..... But hey, as long as the cast comfortable I guess.... 🤷🏾‍♀️ Everyone can choose to watch what they want to watch.

[aceofwhump]

Submitted by anon:

Hey! 

Sorry if this is all just a rambling mess or too personal to even be asking you in the first place (if so, please feel free to ignore away) but I’ve been questioning a lot lately whether or not I might be asexual & I was just curious about how you knew you were? I keep going through moments (especially after reading about other people’s experiences in the whump community) of thinking for certain that I am but then I end up thinking things over and doubting it.

I can say for certain that I do find people hot/handsome/attractive/sexy/yada yada but I can’t really tell whether that’s in a sexual way or not? I don’t really ever look at a person & think ‘god they’re hot, I’d love to f*ck them’ but then surely nobody does that without establishing a relationship with the person first, right?

Most of the time I’m not really ever instantly attracted to a person (if you showed me a photo, for example and asked me if I found that person hot I’d probably be pretty indifferent) but (and this is mainly in regards to celebrities) once I’ve been familiarised with them and their personality and seen them in a few things, say interviews and movies or stuff, I may develop an attraction to them (this is particularly true when it comes to seeing actors getting whumped, I find that most of my attractions form that way tbh).

Of course there’s the odd occasion where a person may be undeniably attractive & aesthetically pleasing and I’ll be attracted to them on the offset but it’s rarely the case.

Other than that, despite maybe a couple of people that I’ve found kind of  pleasant to look at, I don’t think I’ve really ever been attracted to anyone I’ve known in person, at least not in that way.

Also, whilst sex scenes themselves don’t neccessarily make me uncomfortable (can’t say I get the appeal but it doesn’t really  offend me in any way), if there’s a scene involving the nudity of an actor that I’m attracted to (as in full frontal) it makes me extremely uncomfortable. I guess that could just because it feels like an invasion of privacy as opposed to anything else though. I’ve been occasionally known to watch certain things to deal with particular urges and nudity doesn’t bother me then so I have no clue why it does in other situations.

I’ve also never had a relationship or been intimate with anyone in any way, nor can I say that I’m particularly interested in having one/doing so. I’m kind of introverted & socially awkward so maybe that’s a factor but I also don’t know if my disinterest in relationships is related to the whole concern & expectation of having to have sex with someone. I also don’t even know for certain that I’m 100% against the idea of sex. The thought of sex is not really something that appeals to me & I feel like I would happily die without ever experiencing it but I also wouldn’t say I’m entirely repulsed by it? I’ve occasionally daydreamed about characters doing the deed (never myself with anybody else though).

Also, this final part may will sound extremely cheesy so I apologize in advance but sometimes I see characters being all soft and adoring and affectionate with eachother and I kind of think f*ck man I want that. That could just be the whumper in me always seeking that comfort side of things that is so lacking though or maybe it’s just me thinking I want it because it’s supposed to be what everyone wants in life.

This was only supposed to be a short ask and instead you got an entire essay of me rambling about myself ahsgshsh, I’m so sorry! My mind is literally a mess😂.

TL;DR Idk I’m just very confused 🤔

Mod reply below:

Hi hun!! Don’t worry about a long message cause my reply got just as long lol.

I'm really glad you felt comfortable coming to me with this and I'm more than happy to help if I can!

First let me tell you a bit about how I worked out that I am both asexual and aromantic (this might be a jumbled mess so I apologize in advance for that)

So I found asexuality in 2014 and pretty damn quickly accepted and knew that I was asexual. I went through the tumblr tag (back when it was full of people’s experiences and feelings and so much positivity) and related strongly to other asexual people’s experiences. Some of those things included:

Not wanting kids

Having absolutely zero interest in ever having sex. Can go my whole life without and be just fine thanks

Not once have I seen another person and thought about having sex with them

Thought sexual attraction was either a myth/made up or only developed after you knew the person for a long time

Don’t understand why people on tv break up with each other over sex. It’s not that important, right?

Thinking people are “hot” or “sexy” but that just means aesthetically pleasing. Like a painting.

Having a sex drive but would rather take care of it myself than have sex. It’s like an annoying itch. I get annoyed, I scratch it, it goes away, I’m good.

Avoided sex ed whenever possible because I was uncomfortable with sex.

Don’t read smutty fanfic.

Sex on tv makes me uncomfortable not aroused.

Why are people obsessed with butts??? I don’t get it.

Hate when main characters get together in tv shows because that usually means they’re going to have sex and WHY DO THEY NEED TO HAVE SEX?? Isn’t love enough? I don’t get it!!

The idea of getting married and having to have sex with that person that night is horrifying.

All the universal asexual symbols and things that the community has. Like the playing cards, the black ring, the aces love cake, aces love pizza, that stuff. I loved and agreed with every single one. I know the other sexuality do this do but I never saw those, laughed, and went “yeah that’s me!” Just asexuality.

It only took a day if researching before I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was asexual. All these experiences and feelings my fellow asexuals felt really fit with my own experiences.

HOWEVER

My aromantism was a lot harder for me to pin down. I think I went through 4 different romantic orientations before working out how I felt. It was all so confusing and I couldn’t tell what was romantic, what was sexual, and what was neither. I didn’t understand it at all and I spent a long time confused. With sexual attraction I knew I didn't feel that. Never once felt that desire to have sex with a specific person. Not ever. But romantic? I thought I had felt that. Couldn't be sure though. I'm sure now but back then I was very confused. I started thinking I was hetero-romantic because I was only every "interested" in guys but it didn’t quite feel right. Next I found the word cupioromantic which was you don't feel romantic attraction but you still desire a romantic relationship. I wore that label for a short time but once again it wasn’t quite right. Every time the possibility of a relationship into my life I ran cause I didn’t want it. Next I found lithromantic which is you feel romantic attraction but as soon as its reciprocated it goes away. I thought hey that’s it! But I finally I took a very hard look at myself and my interactions with people and what it was I actually did feel and decided that I was truly aromantic. I just didn’t want to be labeled as such because I was a huge romantic and I felt like this label meant I couldn’t have one. It took a while but now I know that isn’t true at all. I know now that I don’t actually want a relationship but I want the closeness with someone that being in a relationship entails. I can get that with friends. I went through the times I thought I had felt romantic attraction and tried to fit them into the attractions above. What I felt for that one girl in my English history course? Yeah that was platonic? That actor I think is super hot? That's aesthetic. I'd love to just cuddle with and be touched by my one friend? Sensual. The one guy I dated? Yeah I only dated him because he liked me not because I felt anything for him.

Other things that helped me realize I don’t feel romantic attraction:

I have had one boyfriend my entire life (high school, lasted 10 months) and I hated it. I didn’t like holding hands with him. He asked to kiss me and I told him no. I thought (still do) that kissing was gross and no way did I want to do that. I hated when he kissed my cheek or held me too long. I didn’t understand his strong emotions toward me nor did I understand why people dated. I didn’t get it. I didn’t like it.

I have had fake crushes/faked “they’re hot, would totally hit that” because I thought i was supposed to feel that way about people. Everyone had crushes or wanted to kiss and have sex with someone else. I never did. Didn’t get it.

I thought a crush was someone you chose. Like, I thought you went “That guy/girl is funny and nice. I now decide to have a crush on him.” But apparently that is not true at all.

I have no desire to get married or date. In fact I prefer to live my life without it.

I’ve never looked at someone and felt or developed what can be described as romantic feelings.

Those times I thought I did were really just platonic feelings. I wanted to be their friend. Not their girlfriend.

I think whumperflies are the closest I’ve ever come to feeling something akin to sexual attraction but I personally don’t classify it as sexual attraction. I also get that feeling seeing someone get comforted and being soft and affection and wanting that. For me, I think that’s me being touch starved af. I’d love to have someone to cuddle with and have it not be sexual or romantic. Sounds like maybe you do too. And that’s okay :)

Based on your words and feelings I'd suggest you take a look at the following terms. They might help you pin down how you feel. They certainly helped me

Demisexual/Demiromantic: where people only experience sexual attraction to folks that they have close emotional connections with. In other words, demisexual people only experience sexual attraction after an emotional bond has formed.

Gray Asexual/Gray Romantic: in which a person may only experience sexual attraction on occasion

Sex repulsed/neutral/positive: How you feel towards sex and/or having sex. You can be positive about it, feel repulsed by sex and sexual acts, or be completely neutral about it

Sexual attraction: looking at someone and wanting to have sexual content with them.

Romantic attraction: wanting to have a romantic relationship with a certain person.

Aesthetic attraction: thinking someone is pleasing to look at. Appreciating their appearance.

Sensual attraction: wanting to touch/cuddle/be physically close to a person.

Platonic attraction: wanting to be friends with a person

To me it sounds like you could be demi or gray but it’s ultimately up to you. If you feel like any of those terms fit you then don’t be afraid to accept that label. And if you change your mind as you learn more about your self and want to use a different label then that’s totally cool! Like I said, I went through 4 different romantic labels before finding one that fit. Try things on and see how it feels for you.

I also suggest checking out some of these blogs because I found them really helpful. @asexualityexists @asexualfacts @asexualawarenessweek @acejokes @thehumorousace @outer-space-aro-ace @a-spec-tacular @life-of-an-asexual

You can also feel free to scroll through my main blog asexual tag if you want. http://thewanderingace.tumblr.com/tagged/asexual

I don’t know if any of this was helpful or not but if you have any other questions don’t be afraid to message me! I’m happy to help where I can!

[cowstiandior]

phew this rly is gonna be the first post I’ve made in like a year but. Like the others, time to pour my heart out I guess.

I’ve dealt with a lot of trauma. I’m still going through my trauma because every so often I learn things that I had no idea about whether it be because I blocked it out or just never thought about it in an abusive light. I guess, first thing’s first, to explain why a lot of this stuff impacted me in a huge way (not to say that it wouldn’t have otherwise, but.).

My biological father was emotionally and physically abusive. To me, to my sibling, to my mother and all his exe’s. He had mental illnesses that were left untreated like BPD, narcissism, and compulsive lying. When I was five, he tried to get me to believe that my mom was cheating on him with a friend of hers and that this guy was gonna steal her away. And I believed him and cried and screamed until my mom promised me that was the case. I only found out, in my late teens, that he was the one that had cheated. Constantly. Eventually they divorced and I moved with my mom to texas after the school year was finished because that gave her time to prepare a place to live for me. Unfortunately during that period where I still lived with my dad... he did a lot of things. And even though (apparently) my grandparents on my mother’s side tried to have me over as much as they could, there was still long amounts of times that I spent with my father.

He exposed me to a lot of shit I shouldn’t have been as a child. Movies with graphic violence and horror (I once had a panic attack when I lost a tooth because I thought that awful lady from darkness falls was gonna come and kill me), nudity and sex. Hell, anime that borderlined into straight up hentai. Only two years ago did I learn from my mother that she always thought my dad was sexually abusing me, but she never had the proof. And maybe she was right. Maybe he did, and I blocked some of it out. He showed me all that stuff, and I remember how he would cling to me in the bed he forced me to share with him and told me I was the only one that loved him and understood. He would buy and show me things I shouldn’t have been seeing and then told me not to tell my mother.

He once brought me over to one of his girlfriends and while I “slept” on the couch, he had sex with his gf right there in the living room just a foot away from where I was. He had only wait... what, five minutes? For me to fall asleep and didn’t even check if I had. I was facing the back of the couch so I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear all of it. I was too afraid to move or even breathe.

That on its own is a lot, but I’m sharing this to give some background into my feelings about this roleplay groups I was a part of over the years.

My first experience with rping was the alvin and the chipmunks oc community on yt. Which was a very niche thing on its own, but there were a LOT of people. It basically boiled down to us coloring over screencaps and fanart to make our ocs, make songs high-pitched and then vid our ocs using the pictures to the songs in wmm and pretending that was our ocs singing them. Some of us communicated via AIM to actually rp our ocs. At the time I was 11/12. I ended up rping with people much older than me, one of whom, the one I rped with the longest and had the greater attachment to, was 16. We rped smut with our ocs. I thought this was normal. They did it with others so why not me as well? They were popular and I was just starting out in the community, so if I did this, then I’d get more attention. And it worked. I got attention from people much older than me and I felt like I was a huge part of this community. All because one of my ocs fucked a more important person’s oc and they got together.

But eventually I fell out of it. I randomly found nondisney crossover videos on yt and began to watch them religiously. Like, really bad ones also made in wmm, but I thought they were so cool. This was way back before editors ever even dreamed of using AE to make seamless masks for their videos. I lefts the aatc group behind to try and make my own. I didn’t have much success until one of my videos blew up and I got a lot of subscribers. I still wasn’t part of what felt like a closely knit community, but I wanted to be. I made silly reaction videos of vidders getting jokingly ‘married’, I commented and liked others videos to try and get noticed by them. Because I was 13 and had no irl friends. 

Then ‘video rps’ began to be a thing. I instantly was enamored, and having experience in rping before, desperately joined. It was fun, at first! I started to connect with more people, they wanted to plot these stupid stuff ideas with me. Then the group decided to move to good ol’, fresh baby-faced tumblr. And I enjoyed that because, at the time, I thought I was a better writer than I was a vidder (news flash I wasn’t good at either of these things sdfkjdns). Somehow, after this move, I became really close with the mods. Both of whom were in the 20s while I was 14 (and just starting high school). One of them called me her ‘wifey’ and I went along with it and did the same. Because I liked the attention. I thought I was important even though, really, none of my characters except two were ever part of any large plots or got attention. They also talked about sexual things with me because my main oc was dating one of the mods’ oc. I remember them solely getting together because of ‘aphrodisiac dust’ too. 

And I’ll admit, I also kinda forced it on my side. The mod had her oc basically in a ‘love triangle’ between my and my friend meg’s ocs. Which is... honestly a Lot now that I think about it. She kept stringing us along, both me and meg being the same age too. So when I saw the oppurtunity of “hey my oc was forced to be really horny and if I get Jen’s oc to fuck mine, that would mean they’ll be together’! So that’s what I did. And it worked. And it was only way later once I really processed what I’d done that I felt like shit for what I did to meg. This adult had basically tried to get us to fight each other of this dumb fucking ship. Haha jokes on u jen, now they’re both lesbians and are dating.

Though before this, when my oc was dating another member’s, that ended... really badly when said member had her boyfriend raped by their other ocs. One the dash. With no warning. Not even telling me about that possibility. It made me feel sick. So I dropped them.

Anyways, yeah. In this rp group I was, once again, exposed to smut and sexual things by those that weren’t just older than me, but also adults. They tried to get me to turn on other people in the group. They were also homophobic which, at the time, had a huge impact on me since I was, even then, trying to figure out what and who I was.

Both mods were controlling, rude, and eventually, all of us decided to split off from them and move our ocs to a new but similar setting. This shift was lead by gansey, who became the new mod. I was also partially close to them, and given that at the time I thought they were a good writer and they were popular, I relished in that attention. I thought of them as an older sibling. But in the end they weren’t all that different from Jen and Usa, the previous mods.

Even back in TOW, Gansey had this strange fascination with cheating. Given that Jen’s oc and mine were dating, and gansey had this (understandable, at the time) hatred for her and Usa, they tried to get their main oc to be... really close with mine. Always close enough to cheating or being seen as romantic but never enough that they could apply plausible deniability to the situation. They even made this weird ‘au’ video of them together without talking to me about it. ...A lot of things were done without talking to me about it.

Their obsession with cheating even extended into TAR, where they kept hinting at one of their ocs being interest with another of mine despite Sonia being in a relationship with Shelly’s Archie. I thought, perhaps, that maybe they wanted it to become an open relationship or poly. And if they had talked about it with Shelly and I and we all agreed with it, that would have been fine. But such a thing was never brought up. When said character suddenly developed an evil demon personality, them trying to force their affection on Sonia became even more obvious. Only now the character had a proper ‘excuse’, being evil and whatnot.

Gansey really did have this weird thing for cheating, ruining other people’s ships, and also dubcon/noncon. And again, Gansey was an adult while I was in high school. These things Just Kept Happening. And even though I thought we were close at the time, I never really was involved in any of their big plots (or really anyone’s) unless it involved some of these concepts.

Eventually I started to talk a lot with Meg because we were the same age and had similar interests. This led to me talking with Shelly more and then Bonnie, Kyle, and Morgan. And I’m so grateful for that. People I had been so afraid of contacting on my own to talk to or be friends because of my insecurity due to everything else became huge parts of my life. For once I felt genuinely included and not just someone to be used by others. We came up with fun plots, character connections, etc. At this point I had both them and friends in high school. I had a place I felt I belonged. I still do. I love them so much. They’re basically family to me.

Anyways, as I got older, it became apparent there was this rift in the rp group. People being purposely excluded because they weren’t seen as ‘good’ rpers, or just because someone who wasn’t ever really active in the rp group didn’t like the other. AKA Roman hating kyle which resulted in him being excluded despite his attempts time and time again to include others lol. Obviously over the years, there wasn’t much left for me in that group outside of my friends. It was barely active anymore and outside of it interactions had become toxic. So it was understandable when Kyle and Meg decided to leave. Funny how once that happened, they only then decided to have an ‘open forum’, with everyone who was normally quiet coming out of the woodworks to bash my friends when they were no longer there.

Some of us called them out after that and left. Though not before we found out that they’d (gansey and their inner circle) been developing another rp setting called FAR (presumably the setting they attempted when they told everyone they were gonna have a 100 time-skip to shake things up, which ended up not happening bc a lot of the group was like wtf) and also added someone to the discord server that most of us didn’t know. This person had been there for months and Gansey never told us despite them being their friend. This was very upsetting because at that point all of in this group had been together for 8 years. We shared personal stuff in that discord server. Things that I’m sure we wouldn’t want strangers seeing. So yeah, a lot of us were upset!

Then Gansey and their friends dogpiled kyle for understandably being mad about being excluded and alienated. Then they dared to have the gall to message me saying they were terrible and sorry and that they’d always be there to listen if I wanted to talk.

So I talked. And what happened after that? Nada. Nothing. They never replied. They weren’t willing to face the hypocrisy of what they’d done.

In the end they had just been another manipulative adult that had only used me when they needed to. That tried to have our characters be sexual when I was just a teen.

All of you were adults. You should have known better. I admired you guys only to have that admiration used to control me. Fuck all of you. Fuck you for the way you treated my friends. Fuck you for having contributed to my trauma on top of everything else I’d experienced. Fuck you, gansey, for your manipulative ‘apology’. Fuck you for your dumb fucking poetry you thought we’d never see, comparing us to corpses and you to sisyphus.

Boo Fucking Hoo. 

You were never really sorry at all. None of you were. You’re were just ashamed you got caught on all your bullshit.

I was boo boo the fool for thinking I actually meant anything to you guys.

[neokollection]

Freaky Friday ㅡ Taeyong

Office!AU & FreakyFriday!AU ft. Taeil

A/N: Inspired by the French movie that’s the title... Also, there is a segment in which I specify that you’re not Korean ethnicity, that you’re a foreigner, so just... If that might bother you just pretend I didn’t write it lol- But the story is based in Seoul.

It a lil confusing with lots of scene/character focus changes, but yea And when I say ‘your’ and ‘his’ it’s kinda flipped- ‘your’ chest is actually Taeyong’s/no titty man chest.

Warning: Language, some explicit depictions of nudity and period stuff.

Word Count: 4.55K

ㅡ  Genre: Angst, [nothing like.. sad- Yet...] supernatural, a tad of some weird comedy to make it relatable

ㅡ  Teaser: You ever seen the movie Freaky Friday?

Your feet were heavy with dread, your heels scuffing the tile as you tapped your ID badge to the familiar scanner by the glass doors- Letting it drop to hang from the lanyard around your neck lazily, you let out a deep breath as the automated doors welcomed you. You knew you’d be in trouble... It was the second time this week you were late. You wish there was a real explanation or excuse that you could give, but in honesty you simply had a severe habit of sleeping past your alarm. You’d already formed a half-witted plan on your curt bus ride to the office- Tag in and get to your desk as fast as possible in hopes your supervisor wouldn’t notice.

Yet, as soon as the automated doors opened, you could feel eyes upon you- Briskly rounding the corner, you sped to your desk, gnawing the inside of your lip as you knew you’d have to inform your supervisor of your arrival- You nearly tripped over your own feet as you saw the very man you’d been picturing at your desk, his fingertip swiping the space bar of your keyboard before inspecting it for dust... He lounged comfortably in your chair, his void of a gaze finally meeting your own at your audible gasp.

Fuck.

Stretching out his harm quickly to pull his sleeve from his iced wrist he then brought his elbow to rest upon your desk, checking the time upon his wrist.

“I’m so sorry-” you pleaded, “The traffic was awful and-”

“Save it-”

Frozen to the spot, you could feel nearby co-workers glance at the commotion.

“Save it for my office,” he finished, standing and brushing past you.

Smoothing down your hair, you quickly whipped around, in tow of his quick strides. You felt your insides churned as worried gazes met your own. Perhaps he’d fire you- Wincing to yourself, you tried to take a deep breath- Now that you graduated university; this was your first paid internship and you couldn’t be fired! How would you explain it in future interviews- Or maybe you wouldn’t even have future interviews?! Unemployment. The word itself struck a chord in you that made you feel sick and heartbroken.

The click of a door handle opening and the gentle breeze of a strong AC caused your thoughts to depart. Following him in, you fiddled with your fingers.

“Shut the door-”

Doing as he commanded, you took your time to slowly shut the door, fearing that once you were sealed off from the others your punishment would come swiftly.

“What did I tell you on Tuesday?”

“I’m sorry, it-”

“What did I tell you on Tuesday?” he repeated, this time his tone sharper.

“Not to be late again...”

“If you don’t want to come to work, maybe you shouldn’t.”

“It’s not that!” you piped up, able to feel tears prick the corner of your eyes.

You knew the next words you’d spill out would cause your saline tears to stain your cheeks- His gaze was expectant, waiting for you to continue. You couldn’t breathe- You had a lump in your throat, but your trachea was wound so tight you couldn’t swallow- The tears at bay slipped down, cascading down your flushed cheeks suddenly. He simply watched, his expression and gaze as stale as ever, before he turned his head, letting out a sigh.

“Don’t think crying will save you in this situation. You’re wasting more time.”

You let your head drop at his cold words, wishing he’d deliver the blow swiftly so you could leave.

“You’re fired.”

Clearly seeing no other alternative, he cut to the chase before glancing at his watch again. You let your head fall forward further in a nod of acceptance before turning around and reaching for the door handle, using your other hand to somewhat wipe at your damp cheeks.

You hung your head low, unable to tolerate the pitiful glances tossed your way. Staring at your shoes as you made the lonesome journey to your desk, you felt a comforting arm sling around your shoulder.

“What happened?” Joy’s soft voice came.

She timed her strides to match your own, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“It’s okay- You’ll find something else,” she whispered, folding her arms across to hug the stack of clipped papers she held as you dropped to your seat.

--- 

The bus ride home consisted of you constantly wiping at your cheeks, cradling the box of your belongings to your chest. 

As soon as you’d made it past your front door, kicking off your kitten heels, you dropped the box to the floor and ran to fling yourself upon your bed. Huffing to yourself, you let your tears fall endlessly, blinding reaching around for your cellphone that’d been stuffed in your pocket.

“Hello?”

Just hearing his voice made you cry harder.

“Hey,” they replied, their tone softening.

“Taeil-” you wailed, rolling onto your back with a sniffle.

“What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“I got fired,” you whined

“Don’t cry-” he tried, crooning softly through the phone.

“I’m a failure- I can’t do anything right-”

“Babe,” he piped up, “That’s not true- You’re amazing and brilliant- You’ll find something else.”

Sniffling some more to sober yourself, you nodded to yourself at his words.

“I’m such a baby...” you murmured.

“You are,” he chided with a chuckle.

“I miss you,” you interjected randomly, wanting nothing more than his familiar cotton fragrance and warm embrace to coddle you.

The line went quiet for a moment as he was in thought.

“Come over later.”

“Can I?”

“Of course,” he chimed, his singsong voice making warmth spread through your chest.

You cleaned yourself up and spent the day organizing your semi-disastrous of an abode into something passable. At approximately seven, when you knew Taeil had finished his last vocal lesson, you’d scrambled to grab your belongings and stuff your feet into a pair of sneakers.

--- 

It was exactly what you’d imagined. Warm arms wound around you, tender hands cradled you, soft lips met your own, and a reassuring presence to soothed your mind. Rain splashed upon the windows of the apartment, beginning as slow heavy drops, before peppering the glass rapidly. You lay idle in his arms, slumber calling upon your sore eyes. Bright flashes caused your heavy lids to open, followed by booming thunder. An affectionate hand smoothed from the nape of your neck to your cheek, pinching gently at the tender flesh. Nuzzling into his side, he was forced to relinquish you, settling with toying with your earlobe lightly- A quirky habit of his you’d come to adore.

Thunderous.

You jolted, your world spinning for a moment before you were faced with unfamiliar papers and hands. Standing, your knees kicked the expensive office chair from beneath you, your wary gaze sweeping over the familiar room. This was... the office. The one you’d been in less than twelve hours ago as you were fired. Yet- You’d never been on this side of the mahogany desk before. Glancing down, you confirmed you were standing in your previous boss’ space, doing a double-take as you notice the patronizing watch that gleamed upon your wrist. Or it was just that. It wasn’t your wrist. Stumbling, you raced to the nearest bathroom, shoving the door open without a damn as it smacked the wall.

“Oh my God!” you wailed upon facing the familiar face of Mr. Lee.

You opened and closed your mouth, watching as the reflection mimicked you- You even went as far as to slap his handsome face, hoping you’d wake up from this bizarre nightmare.

--- 

It was warm. Falling asleep on a stack of documents upon his desk had never been so heavenly-

“It’s storming pretty hard- You should just stay the night... After all, you don’t have to get up early tomorrow-”

Movement. A body shifted, a warm hand falling from Taeyong’s shoulder to his back. Suddenly, he was stumbling off the bed, kicking Taeil in the process.

“Ah- AH! W-What?!”

Taeil held his side, writhing in the sheets with a disgruntled expression.

“What the fuck is this?! Are you some pervert or something?!”

Sitting up, Taeil let out a bewildered huff.

“I-I don’t get it- What did I do wrong?!”

Grabbing the bedside lamp, Taeyong held it threateningly.

Cowering, Taeil let out a series of hollers.

“Alright! Alright! Don’t! If you don’t want to stay the night that’s fine!”

A stalemate ensued. Taeyong was rather confused how casual Taeil seemed- For kidnapping someone you’d think there’d be provisions in place to hinder their escape.

“(Y/n)-”

(Y/n)... Glancing down- a soft purple hoodie, skinny jeans too tight for his liking, and Hulk socks- He dropped the lamp, letting it clatter to the floor as he felt ‘himself’. Taeil let out a pained wince at the sound of the lamp dropping. Speechless, Taeyong kneaded your breasts in confusion, squeezing them to make sure he was alive and well. Jolting to the bathroom adjacent the room, he barged in, jaw dropping once he saw his reflection.  You weren’t in the usual formal attire he’d grown accustomed to, face bloated from crying, and hair messy and mused- But he still recognized you.

---

Papers and pens littered the floor as you searched for Mr. Lee’s phone. Upon finding it, you dumbly stared at the screen, it was nearly 8 o’clock- That seemed about right... But you were confused as to what he was doing still in the office. Pin number... You thought for a moment before placing his thumb against the scanner, thanking God for the 21st century... With trembling fingers, you dialed yourself.

--- 

The apartment was silent, lone for the hypnotizing rain and huffs of disbelief.

“Babe... You’re scaring me-” Taeil murmured gently, approaching hesitantly.

“I don’t know who-”

The sound of a phone ringing interrupted Taeyong and for the first time he realized he had your voice.

A brilliant idea took over his mind upon the second ring and he scurried past the small man to look for the phone.

Supervisor Lee was what the screen read. It was him calling himself, but he was actually calling you? Answering, he was met with his own voice.

“Mr. Lee?! T-Taeyong?”

“I-It’s me! What did you do!? Why am I you?! A-Are you me?!”

“I didn’t do anything!” you cried.

Hearing his own voice speak to him was something he was sure he’d never be able to grow accustomed to.

“Where are you?” he inquired, steading his voice.

“At the office- Where are... Oh God! Is Taeil there?!”

“I don’t know who the fuck Taeil is, but there’s some short guy here-”

His attention was snagged from watching dumbly on the sidelines after he heard his name. His brows grew closer and closer to meeting with each word he heard.

“Meet me at my place.”

“I don’t know where your place is!” you wailed.

“I’ll text it to you,” he barked, voice booming.

You never knew you could sound so threatening...

“A-Are you going?” Taeil questioned.

Taeyong chose to ignore him, charging out the room and to the door where he stuffed your feet in what he assumed were your sneakers.

“W-Wait!” Taeil hollered, running after with your coat in hand, “It’s cold a-and raining...”

Taeyong reached out to snatch the coat, but Taeil didn’t relinquish it easily.

“Who are you meeting?” his eyes were pleading.

“It’s a long story-” Taeyong warned, pulling harder on the jacket.

“What did you mean earlier? You said you don’t know me...”

“God! I don't know what the fuck is going on either, but I’m not (Y/n)!”

“Then who are you?!” Taeil screamed back, the corners of his eyes pricking with tears as he began to question your sanity.

Finally able to rip the jacket from his hands, Taeyong was out the door, tugging it on as he made a beeline for the elevator at the end of the hall. Nimble fingers made quick work, texting you the address of his high-rise. Stepping into the elevator, his felt your body shiver lightly and so with an annoyed huff shucked your phone into his pocket before zipping up, tossing your hood over your mess of hair. With his hands in your pockets, he felt around for a wallet, eyes narrowing as he withdrew a metro card, staring at the plastic incredulously.

--- 

Having the address, you pulled on Mr. Lee’s trench coat. Looking around the office you saw no sight of an umbrella, opening draws and cabinets in the process. Forgoing the umbrella, you rushed out of the office and into the elevator.

Shit- It was cold. Running from the revolving door to the curb of the street, you waved a hand dramatically to hail a cab, able to feel Mr. Lee’s hefty wallet in the pocket of his coat. Yet, they all seemed to be occupied, zooming past as their tires splashed carelessly. You could feel yourself nearly soaked, irksome hair sticking to your skin.

“Taxi!”

Finally, one pulled up, slow as it’s windshield wipers seemed to wave at you.

--- 

This time it was Taeyong’s phone that rang and you hurried to answer.

“Where are you?”

“I’m in a cab-”

“Fuck-”

“Where are you?!”

“On the fucking subway,” he hissed, “Listen, the code to get in the building is 2020# and to get into the room it’s 6772#”

“Okay,” you nodded dumbly, relaying the number in your mind.

“Don’t do anything- Just go in and wait for me-”

A choked sob erupted, causing the cab driver to glace in his rear view mirror at the drenched man crying in his backseat.

“Are you crying?! Stop-”

“I’m sorry,” you blubbered, having surprised yourself at hearing Mr. Lee’s voice crack.

“God- How much did you cry today,” Taeyong asked rhetorically out of annoyance.

“It’s your fault!”

“If you have any problems call,” Taeyong ordered.

Sighing to himself after hanging up, he shucked the phone into the pocket of your coat once more.

“She’s kind of cute, but-”

“Dude! ‘But’ what??” harsh whispers were exchanged.

“She probably doesn’t know Korean...”

Taeyong was able to see the two exchanging whispers in the dark reflection of the windows as the metro rode in the tunnel- Able to see their fleeting glances directed towards you. Even when stepping from the subway car to transfer he could feel eyes upon you... Or rather, himself. An elderly man’s appreciative gaze and small smile forming as he passed, his lazy gaze shamelessly trailing from your sneakers to your face. Perhaps he was just hyperaware. Climbing an escalator, he finally came to stand in line at the transfer platform.

“Where are you from?”

The sudden English caused Taeyong’s ears to perk as he glanced to his side to find a man in his mid thirties with another man hanging off of him- They reeked of beer, words slurred and expressions expectant. Brushing past them, he felt multiple pairs of eyes upon him.  Walking further down the platform, he chose to wait at a different car.

Tonight was possibly the longest night in either of your lives.

--- 

Was the main entrance here? You’d wandered around the side of the building, the rain once again drenching you. Giving it a go, you input the code, sighing in relief as you were granted access. Curiously, you glanced around the place in search of the elevator. It was nice and spacious, but nothing outrageous- You’d expected him to be the Christian Grey type to live in a penthouse. The elevator dinged, signaling it’s arrival. Water droplets followed you as you made your way in, pushing the ‘11′ button.

1107 was what his text read. What had been the code? 6776? You’d tried it, frowning as a red light appeared. 7667? Glancing down the hall awkwardly, you fished the phone from your pocket to dial Taeyong, knowing very well the CCTVs were watching.

“What?” he snapped.

“What’s the code to get into the room...?”

“...I’m coming up now-”

And with that you heard elevator doors slide open, a metallic voice announcing the arrival. Seeing yourself was possibly the oddest déjà vu you’d ever experienced. You had no words other than;

“Is that what I really look like?”

You looked a mess, but a part of you was slightly relieved as well- Perhaps the change in perspective was beneficial... You weren’t that bad-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a dramatic sigh.

“You’re fucking drenched. I’m fucking drenched,” he corrected, jamming in the code.

Neat, it was so neat- Tidy and organized just like his desk, a can of Febreeze upon his counter to match the fresh linen scent.

“Wait,” Taeyong muttered, taking of your sneakers before tucking them aside, making a beeline for the nearby bathroom.

He made a beige carpet for you, hanging his trench coat to dry in the bathroom before laying a towel by the entrance. Looking up at himself he hadn’t realized how short you were in comparison.

“Take off everything,” he instructed.

Mouth opening and shutting dumbly, you looking down at your sopping slacks before back to yourself.

“Hurry,” he ushered, reaching out to begin pulling off his blazer.

Awkwardly, you began fiddling with his tie, confused as to how to undo the knot-

“I’ll do it,” he muttered, yanking you down by the tie before swiftly making work of it.

You could feel a heat rise to your face at the action and proximity. Your ears felt searing. Flinging the tie to the ground he then began to undo the buttons of the dress shirt, causing you to jerk back.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“It’s my own body!” he reprimanded, “Why are you acting shy?!”

“Why do you need to undress?!”

“Because everything is drenched! I’ll get sick- Just go take a shower-”

“No!” you gasped in horror, covering his chest with his arms, as if it were your own.

“Why?!”

“I don’t want to see that,” you shot back, regarding his body.

“It’s not like it’s a bad sight!” he argued, “You should be thankful you get the chance to see it-”

Fuming, he pulled at your arm to drag you to the bathroom. Struggling against yourself all the way you finally were able to shake him off once in front of the mirror.

“If you don’t want to look just close your eyes and I’ll do it for you-”

“Shower together?! You’re a pervert!”

“No!” he bit back, “I mean undress you, you shithead!”

“It’s your shithead!” you argued back childishly, pushing him out of the bathroom and slamming the door.

Your newfound strength made you ponder for a moment how shoving another person could be so effortless. Silence graced the two of you for several minutes before Taeyong piped up with your voice.

“What happened?”

From his proximity you could tell he was on the other side of the door. In response you let out a sneeze.

“I told you!” Taeyong reprimanded, slapping the door.

He’d been right.

“Open it-” he ordered, the knob jingling, “It’s my body-”

He was right again, it was your fault he’d gotten sick, but-

“How about if we shower together?”

You were about to raise your voice at him again, when he continued.

“I’ll close my eyes and you can wash me and- then you can close your eyes and I’ll wash myself-”

“I wash my body?”

A hum sounded.

“We don’t know how long we’ll be like this...” Taeyong began, sighing, “Please just... I’m prone to colds and- There’s enough to worry about right now...”

Opening the door, you kept your lips pursed.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being disloyal, that you were cheating on Taeil. Alone and naked with another man, your boss at that- You felt dirty, even though the hot water had the purpose of cleansing. You kept your eyes averted as Taeyong turned on the shower before continuing to strip his body of his damp clothes. He faced away from the mirror as he began to discard your clothes, forming a heap next to his own. Carefully, you placed a hand over his private area as you glanced down briefly to step into walk-in shower. A gasp suddenly left you as you turned around, facing a nearly naked you.

“I’m on my period!”

“What?!”

“I forgot- I have my tampon in... J-Just leave it in...”

Scratching your scalp in annoyance, he shucked your underwear to the side before kicking them away and peeling off your socks.

“This is insane,” you whispered to yourself, about to cradle the face you wore in your hands before an airy cough interrupted, Taeyong’s taut chest expanding and concaving with each cough.

Hands were on your shoulders, pushing you beneath the stream of steaming water. Out of habit, you covered your chest- Taeyong’s-

“Don’t look down,” you sputtered, eye meeting your own, “Don’t look at me- I... I have a boyfriend-”

Rolling your eyes, Taeyong nodded in understanding, “I know-”

“Oh my God... What am I going to do?! Did you just leave him? He’ll think I’m mad or-”

You were cut off as a hand pushed you further beneath the water, making you gargle your words. You kept your eyes closed as a cologne-esque scent filled the air, shivering slightly as a cold liquid came in contact. Soft hands briskly rubbed over the expanse of your skin, the tight and sore muscles relaxing under the warm touch.

“Bend down...” 

Squatting acutely, you let hands rake through your short tresses, the sensation rather unique.

“You’re so short,” Taeyong remarked.

You weren’t that short.

“Hurry up,” you complained.

You hissed suddenly, bringing a hand to your eye and standing, whipping your hair back in the process.

“Ah!”

“You got soap in my eye-” you complained.

“You got soap in my eye!,” Taeyong countered from behind you, squinting.

Facing the water, you rubbed at your eye, a warm body pressed to your side- Boobs pressed to your arm as both of you vied for the hot water to hit your faces.  The sensation caused hair at the nape of your neck to stand on end-

Stepping from the shower, you felt dirtier than when you’d entered... And to make matters worse, you were feeling the urge to piss.

“I need to...” you trailed off, standing before the toilet.

“Then do it-”

“I don’t know how to- I don’t want to touch it!”

“Then I’ll do it,” Taeyong fumed, reaching out, before getting his extended hand smacked away.

“No! I don’t want me touching it either,” you whined.

“Christ.”

Ripping several sheets of toilet paper from the roll, he held himself- The sensation odder than anything you’d ever experienced.

“Pee.”

--- 

Silence and an awkward tension loomed over the both of you.

“What were you doing when it happened?”

“I was just at home... With-”

“What were you doing?” Taeyong emphasized.

“Taking a nap- Kind of, but the thunder and rain were so loud...”

“Right... It was raining... I fell asleep on my desk- But I only closed my eyes for a minute.”

Taeyong was aggressively Googling on his laptop, fingers smashing the keyboard in determination.

“Looking at the variables we have in common... We were both sleeping- Or on the edge of consciousness...”

Humming in acknowledgement, you picked at Taeyong’s fingernails.

“God...”

Glancing toward Taeyong, you found him resting a hand upon your abdomen.

“I guess you weren’t kidding that time you called in sick because of ‘that time of the month’...”

“You remember that?”

“Yeah- It was the first time anyone ever used that excuse-”

You gave him a wary side-eye in response, “You’ve always been a douche-”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not my boss anymore; I'm finally free to give you a piece of my mind,” you fumed.

“Go ahead and call me whatever you want.”

Turning from him, you distracted yourself with your phone- Knowing his nonchalant attitude had the preface of provoking you further.

“We need to go to the store-”

“You go-”

“It’s for your body,” he countered, brows creasing.

--- 

“These are adult diapers,” you whispered lowly, pushing the man beside you to the next shelf.

You reached for a box of tampons before a hand landed upon the box-

“Wait- Shouldn’t we get pads instead?”

“Pads are messy,” you muttered, shaking your head, “It’s best the just-”

You heard quiet whispers behind you, glancing over your shoulder to find two girls, most likely in their teens, covering their mouths quickly to stifle a giggle. You quickly tore the box from the shelf, pushing it into the idle hands of Taeyong.

Your cough was getting wetter, sniffles coming every so often.

“Cough medicine-” Taeyong murmured, snatching a to-go bottle off a rack near the check-out.

“10,000 won-” [~ $9]

Your gaze turned to yourself, expectantly awaiting for your ex-boss to fish out his wallet. So he did, withdrawing a slim Gucci wallet from your puffed coat- A wallet that so obviously belonged to a man.

The walk back to his place was quiet, no doubt two minds filled with thoughts of the next plan of action.

“Let’s just... try to go to sleep and maybe we’ll wake up fine in the morning?”

“What!?”

“I can sleep on the couch and you-”

“No, I don’t want my neck to have cramps when I wake up- I’ll sleep on the couch...”

Silence once again filled the air.

“But first you have to help me with...” he motioned, holding up the plastic grocery bag.

...This probably would win the record for all time most compromising position. A hop and a skip later, you were tearing open the box of tampons in his bathroom.

“Keep your eyes shut-”

Legs spread on the toilet, you were faced with your own heat. You wasted no time, tugging the dangling white string before shoving the new plastic applicator inside, earning a small hiccup of surprise from Taeyong.

“It’s uncomfortable...” Taeyong complained as you had him stand, pulling your panties back into place.

“It’s fine-”

Taeyong pulled the sweatpants he’d leant your body up as you began to wash your hands.

“Why don’t we just sleep in the same bed? I don’t want a crook in my neck tomorrow either- Besides... It’s not like I can do anything to you,” he added, gesturing to his current state.

“That’s not true.”

“I’m sick,” he retorted, jabbing a finger into his sweatshirt-clad chest.

“All the more reason not to- I don’t want to get sick-”

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” he grumbled.

“Did I seem like some naïve submissive underling to you?” you questioned, raising your voice.

“Yeah- You did! You were a lot more agreeable.”

“Fuck off,” you fumed, brushing past him.

The sky darkened quickly, the world outside falling silent. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, the sound of leather wheezing under each minute shift you made. Wondering about Taeil, you sighed to yourself- You hoped you’d be able to paint over whatever mess Taeyong left behind- Your boyfriend probably confused beyond his wits... As his long paragraph of a text had conveyed... God- You couldn’t believe you’d even been coerced into taking a shower with him- All because of his stupid cold bullshit- Once the sun rose you’d be on a bus back to your place to act like none of this ever happened.

yea ig this calls for a pt 2

[saltpepperbeard]

Oooh let's stir up some controversy... I wanna kno how far people think Everlark would have gone on National TV on the beach if they had not been interrupted. Votes people. I want votes.

dAMN, ANON LOL. That actually brings up quite an interesting point as far as censorship goes like…The Capitol is out here broadcasting all these minors dying on National TV, sometimes getting brutally murdered at that. Ie the type of violence that would definitely warrant an R rating here in the States, if not an NC-17 rating because of the whole teenager angle.

Sensuality/sex/nudity though? It would be absolutely RIDICULOUS if they censored anything sexual, but let all the murdering/violence fly lmao. I mean, I could totally see them doing it though, since that kind of flip-flopped mentality actually exists in our movies/broadcasts today. Guns, explosions, blood, violence, whatever, all fine and dandy.

But if yOU SO DARE TO SHOW A VAGINA? PORNOGRAPHY. NC-17. DISHONOR ON YOU AND YOUR FAMILY.

…Tbh I’m torn, anon lmao. Because I can see them existing on both sides of the “ridiculous” spectrum. I could see them censoring them the minute sexual intentions were completely obvious, because…that just fits the stupid mentality of the Capitol lol. But then I can also see them broadcasting everything because that ALSO fits the mentality of the Capitol. Like, they don’t see them as teenagers; they only see them as entertainment. So if brutal, graphic violence isn’t out of the question, then neither is sex.

…Although, I’m sure either Katniss or Peeta would kind of snap to their senses and realize that oh hey, we’re on NATIONAL TV/OUT IN THE OPEN/RIGHT NEXT TO OTHER PEOPLE before getting too hot and heavy anyway. Which begs the question…how far would they have gone had Finnick not interrupted them anyway? Dry humping? Getting handsy?

*Edit* I thought they were in their wetsuits at this point, but I forgot their wetsuits had Tattered Af. So yeah, UNDERWEAR LMAO??? MIXED WITH HORN-DOGS???? A very interesting series of thoughts indeed, anon ajdakjsa

[princettegil]

I'm doing it! Haunted Pages will be a zine made by and for all of us Halloween obsessed creepers out there! But we can't make it without you!

Here's what we're looking for:

•ART! Both digital and traditional are allowed! And feel free to draw whatever you please (minus too much nudity or sexual content. But hey, Elvira is fine!) Landscape, realistic, anime style, paintings, caricatures, costume designs - as long as the main theme is Halloween, you're good! •PHOTOGRAPHY! Got some haunting pics of your haunted decor? Pumpkins at sunset? You and you're beau looking spookerific? Send em in! • POEMS & SHORT STORIES! Give us that autumn shiver with your word porn! (No actual porn tho, sorry lol.) • PROP & CRAFT TUTORIALS! Are you good at making scary things? Wanna share your 'how you did it?' Send em in! •RECIPES! Know how to make a scary good meal or ghoulish snack? Let us know how!

REQUIREMENTS FOR EACH PIECE: •Art - At least 300 dpi, 5.5"x8.5." No sexual content but some lightly suggestive nudity is fine (ask if you're unsure.) Gore is fine. If your piece is traditional, please scan it in 300 dpi. If it is a painting and will not fit a scanning bed, please take the highest quality picture of it that you can, also preferably at 300 dpi. (Ask if you need help with this and Google is being a butt lol.) •Photography - 300 dpi. •Stories - Min. 100 word drabble, Max of 1500 words (contact me if you need a bit of leeway with that though and I can see what I can do.) •Props & Crafts - Please include clear images as attachments as well as notes as to which image(s) go with which steps and an image of the finished piece. •Recipes - A finished image of the dish is preferred though not necessary.

Where to send questions/submissions: You can send any questions you have either to me here on Tumblr or to my email at: gilcaudill28@gmail.com

That email is also where you will be sending your submissions once finished. Please be sure to mention that zine in your subject line.

IMPORTANT DATES:

Submissions begin JULY 20th and end SEPTEMBER 20th!

Submissions may close sooner if we receive too many. But in most cases, I'll likely just lengthen the zine itself to fit everyone in. If your project will take a while to complete, please email or message me so that I make sure to save you a spot! The sooner you let me know you're onboard the better! I'm not doing an application process with this as I want it to be able to fit as many people as possible. But letting me know to hold your spot is the best way to make sure you're in!

Zine will be published online as a FREE PDF during the FIRST WEEK OF OCTOBER!

The zine will be free this year since this is my first time overseeing a zine and to see how well it's received. If things go well this year, I may host one next year, printed, for a minimal fee.

[feeshies]

hey fish, this might be a lil weird but do you know where to find ~tasteful reference for nsfw poses?

I don’t really know what you mean by “tasteful nsfw”, since imo the level of taste depends on the execution (and lighting lol).

Any online life drawing resource works fine for nudity, here’s one i see recommended most often.

If you’re talking about actual smut, I’m sadly still new to drawing that sort of nsfw.  The rules of anatomy still apply, so looking up life drawing models to capture the anatomical details like muscles or proportions is very handy.

I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful.  My eyeballs are still throbbing from drawing my commissions all day and I don;t know what I’m typing lmao

[sarohara]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like talk.

Stranger: Hey m

You: feeling blue.

You: hey ahahah

Stranger: What’s up?

You: First of all. i was just testing the platform ahah

You: Um, nm wbu?

Stranger: Wait is this your first time being on here

You: Kinda

Stranger: Oh god your in for a lot of weird stuff

You: Oh really??

Stranger: Yea

You: Damn, i'm scared rn ahahah

Stranger: Just the common sexual stuff is beastilality, incest, pedos, public nudity

You: Ooh lmao is that creepy?

You: is it that*

Stranger: Do you know what half of them mean

You: Yea for sure

You: so wyd here btw?

Stranger: Just come on here to chill wbu

You: Idk i was just bored. i just wanted to talk. idk. stuff like that

Stranger: You get used to it after time

You: Oh if u say so. i'll trust u.

Stranger: But whatever your into none sexually and sexually you can find it on here

You: Oh okay

You: I mean, people r weird right but i got this.

You: I guess so

You: ahahaha

Stranger: Like if you can find people who fuck dogs ect you can find anything

You: AHAHAHAHAHAH

You: nah, r u serious?

Stranger: Oh yea

You: Ooh shoot.

Stranger: I didn’t believe it at first and added someone on kik

Stranger: She sent a pic of her being eaten out by her puppy

You: oh u keep in touch then..

You: Oh my gawd.

Stranger: Nope haven’t talked to hear in years

You: wait what

Stranger: I didn’t talk to her once I understood the reason why people fuck animals

You: Oh ahahhaha that's so weird dude

Stranger: Welcome to Omelge

You: I'm already regreting.

You: ahahhahaha

You: may i ask ur name?

Stranger: Hahaha that’s a fair thing to say

Stranger: I’m Daniel wbu

You: Yea ikr aahahahah

You: Oh nice name, Daniel

You: I'm Sarah :)

Stranger: Nah Daniel is a crap name but Sarah is cute

You: Hey, isn't a crap name, i like it okay?

You: Oh, and i appreciate that.

You: ahhahah isn't that cute

Stranger: I wanna change mine to danno

You: Damn?

Stranger: Yea

You: It's like dunno, u know like "I dunno"

Stranger: Yea i know

You: Awful pun right ahahha

You: Nah i was kidding.

You: Daniel it's a good name dude.

Stranger: Haha dw it’s okay

Stranger: Take a lot to even bother me

You: but u know what, Danno is a nice as well.

You: It's creative.

Stranger: Awe thanks

You: Yea sure, np

You: may i show u a song?

Stranger: Sure

You: it's really good, i promise.

Stranger: Okay:)

You: idk you yet by alexander 23

Stranger: Okay

You: let me know if u like it aahah

Stranger: Putting it on rn

You: okay

Stranger: Oh I’m 20 btw I dunno if I’ve said it or not

You: oh, actually u haven't

You: but doesn't matter ahah

You: Do u wanna guess mine?

Stranger: I’m gonna guess 15

You: justify your answer.

You: ahahhaha

Stranger: Coz soon as I turned 20 everyone seemed to turn into young teens

You: Oh it makes sense. i guess so. ahahah

You: But u guessed it wrong. try again.

Stranger: Are you older or younger than 15

You: a bit older

Stranger: 17

You: nope

Stranger: Dam 16

You: Yea ahahahah now u get that.

Stranger: Took me long enough lol

You: AHAHAH that's the point.

Stranger: Hahaha

Stranger: Straight up you are rly nice for Omelge

You: Oh well, im flattered rn ahahah

You: You're rly nice as well, wth r u doing here?

Stranger: Low key after friends idc if they sexual or none sexual

Stranger: Wbu

You: wait what lmao

You: oh nvm

Stranger: Haha I just need new friends idc how they act

You: AHAHHAH im sleepy, my mind's like "????"

You: But i'm always like that so..it's normal

You: OH YEA

You: u told me.

You: i'm stupid. i've asked it twice.

Stranger: Dw it’s fine

Stranger: Idc how many times you ask

You: Oh so u don't mind if i ask it again ahahah

You: jk jk

Stranger: Haha mean go ahead and ask again

You: Oh yea okay. maybe later. lmao

Stranger: Haha

You: ahhahaha ur funny u know that.

Stranger: Idk how I’m funny

Stranger: But a lot say I am and idk why

You: U just are and that's it.

You: does that make sense to u?

You: because it does, to me.

Stranger: Well let me ask this do you think I’m typically a normal or sexual guy

You: wait, first. pls don't tell me that ur a horny one.

Stranger: Low key I’m always horny I just know how to respect people

Stranger: Like I know not every girl is wanting to send pics ect

You: Ooh that's great.

You: I mean, ur a respectful one

Stranger: Yea like I get that just coz you on here doesn’t mean your horny

Stranger: I typically only get sexual if you say something that indicates that your sexual

You: Yea sure, i know that. I was just saying. And i'm glad to know.

You: asking*

You: :))

Stranger: Yea that’s fine

Stranger: I’m one of these guys who will answer anything and everything no matter what it is

You: Well, and answering ur question. A normal one. Am i right?

You: AHAHAHAHA well, i like it tho

Stranger: Typically I’m sexual not coz I choose to I’m just naturally sexual and say shit without thinking

Stranger: Like I always warn new people I add on snap of that

Stranger: I warn them of everything just so they know

You: Oh, that's good, every guy should act like that.

Stranger: Also tip I’d make a kik account or something coz a lot of the time Omelge crashes ect

You: Oh yea omegle sucks. lol

Stranger: Yea sometimes messages don’t even come through

You: well, I didn't know that..

Stranger: Mean it’s still a good site but has its downsides

You: Oh yea, sure

Stranger: So I’d recommend making a new account just for Omelge people

You: well, but i wont come here so often u know...

Stranger: Mean it is worth it

You: I don't know if it's worth it ahahaha

Stranger: Some of my best friends I met on here years ago

You: Oh i was gonna say this first

You: Oh really? wow

Stranger: Yea

You: that's awesome, i would say.

Stranger: Like I say it is worth it if you wade through the shit

Stranger: Coz you can find some diamonds

You: AHAHAHHA diamonds

You: shine bright like a diamond ahahahhaha

Stranger: Haha am serious tho

You: Well, good to know then. :))

Stranger: So yea it’s up to you if you want to try and make new friends

You: Oh yea, now i get how it works ahaha

You: I mean, kinda but yea haah

You: hey, i gtg now. do u wanna keep in touch?

Stranger: Sure

You: Insta?

Stranger: Let me check

Stranger: danno200058

You: hold up

You: mine is @sarahcvlm btw

Stranger: Ight

Stranger: Following

You: Life's too short to stop on the bad parts, fix them and move on until there are no more problems, right? aahhaha

You: Oh oke i'll follow u back.

Stranger: Yea that’s me

You: Nice talking to u Danno :)) and thanks for all ahah

Stranger: It’s okay and it’s been nice talking to you to

You: See u there :))

You: night. idk what time is it but...

You: anyways.

Stranger: Goodnight

You: :)