#i think i have an addiction to this game tbh

[ougiba07734]

im very brainrotted now since i just finished strangers from hell so!! strangers from hell au where namgyu is jongwoo and thanos (subong) is moonjo

i have a small idea of who everyone else would be but for now ill talk abt these two (thangyu). anyways. namgyu is super broke (canon) and looking for literally any way to make money (bcs hes broke and an addict) so his um. acquittance that he cant really stand at all (myunggi) offers him a job in seoul and thats how namgyu ends up living at eden residence (so basically same reason as jongwoo).

ms. um is il-nam (player 001/creator of the games) (might change but for now i think this fits best) and he basically raised everyone else at the residence (aka subong, semi, minsu and gyeongsu) (like ms. um did with moonjo and the twins). subong's "cover" occupation is a musician of sorts (im thinking that hed play an instrument instead of rapping due to il nams influence over him growing up) and hes well respected in the community bcs of his talent and charm but hes also very unpredictable. he wants to find someone that he can control and feed his ego but will also fight back, someone who challenges him basically, and immediately lock onto namgyu when he arrives at the residence. he uses drugs to "form a bond" with him and keep him from leaving the residence. namgyu crashes out way faster than jongwoo did in the series but it goes differently because namgyu would admit to himself way faster that he likes the thrill of finally letting go and doing whatever he wants (through violence).

also needs to be known that hyun ju is jung hwa (the police lady) and shes being helped by gyeong seok in her investigation of eden residence.

small sketch of namgyu and subong (will draw more art of this au tbh)

[hdmiports]

this is how i feel rn knowing that my laptop is sitting on my bed with the sims on it

[fereldanwench]

BOLD THE FACTS ft Valerie Powell

�� Tagged by the wonderful @corpocyborg--Thank you so much! ♡♡♡ → Answers are based on her status during the in-game events

✧˖°. PERSONAL

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable / would be in great shape if not for the brain worm

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified/ unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / commits more crimes (bribes law enforcement) to avoid charges / yes, but charges were dismissed

✧˖°. FAMILY

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable  

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted / in-between

♦ disorganized / organized / in-between

♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between

♦ calm / anxious / in-between / highly contextual

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual

♦ patient / impatient / in-between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between / highly contextual

♦ leader / follower / in-between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between

♦ traditional / modern / in-between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

✧˖°. BELIEFS

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know/ don’t care / in a manner of speaking

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

✧˖°. ABILITIES

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✧˖°. HABITS

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

Tagging: @medtech-mara, @vayneoc, @themermaidriot, @itzsassha, @elfjpeg, @morganlefaye79, and @vox-monstera ♡

dividers by @saradika | masterlist here (awesome resource--thank you so much! ♡)

[kulliare]

7, 10, 42

7. hair-ties or scrunchies?

scrunchies bc they're more fun but i have like only one scrunchie so i'm a fake fan

10. would you slaughter the rich?

i'm scared and nervous so no. i would redistribute their money though. but as long as they don't hurt me

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what a good question... i only go on social media on my phone i think? i occasionally go on 2046 when i have no data. ooh, book app. i go on books app i think the most after all my social media haha

[poppyseed799]

Not caring about a character -> finding a ship with that character and you really like the ship -> start caring a whole lot more about the character -> become obsessed with the character outside of the ship you originally liked them for -> start getting mad that nobody cares about the character outside of shipping -> realize -> cycle continues

[stelashe]

I thought I was cured bc I played the sims for 30 minutes a month ago after years but today I played it for 4 hours straight I can't be trusted around video games I'll end up dead after drinking my own pee

[neon-danger]

I’m literally foaming at the mouth waiting for updates on both of them. Starcrossed is my baby but I love CBTH as well and it’s been so so long since you updated that one. I love your writing so much friend

Starcrossed is YOUR baby?? I have the c section scars that prove otherwise /j

[notherpuppet]

how do you manage to draw SO FAST

it seems to me, while i draw one line, in that moment you draw another piece of art, another page of comics, overthrow the government of a country, make contact with aliens, do you even have time to eat and sleep????

i admire your speed of work, and your artwork in general, and envy you in a good way.

Hi!!

So I'm on summer break, that's a big thing hahaha. I have all this free time because I work in education. When school starts in August, I will be attending grad school whilst working two jobs, so my "prolific-ness" is likely gonna take a total dive (very sad).

I guess I'm trying to take advantage of the free time I have as much as I can. Additionally, all I do is draw now. I have no money (I WORK IN EDUCATION) and it's too hot to go to the park lol.

My schedule rn is pretty much draw draw draw, go on a walk, draw draw.

I used to be pretty addicted to cookie run kingdom and tetris, and when I play video games I get superrrrr invested and can't put a game down until I finish it. So every time I've felt like playing a video game, I just think of drawing as a video game and that's what is keeping me so proactive with it tbh.

Also sometimes--when I'm not feeling as energetic about drawing--I just think to myself "just draw slow as hell fuck it" and i draw nice and slow, but for a long and consistent time. So I end up finishing fanart that way too. In those moments, it feels more like meditation or working on a puzzle than playing a video game.

EDIT: just wanna mention that every drawing takes me HOURS AND HOURS. So it's not necessarily a matter of drawing fast as much as it is a matter of having available time to spend.

INSIGHT INTO MY WACKY BRAIN IDK

[svtfilthandfiction]

hi hi i love the way you write sm, i saw the request is open, can i request seventeen react to doing it raw for the first time ^///^

Seventeen's reaction to doing it raw for the first time

A/N : Hiii, Omg tysm!! I hope you enjoy this one :D

Seungcheol - has a breeding kink so he's over the moon when you ask him to fuck you without a condom. Grunts as soon as he enters you and tries not to cum. Definitely fucks you harder than usual bc your cunt is driving him insane.

Jeonghan - isn't phased at first but he's a moaning mess as soon as he's in you. Closes his eyes because it feels like a 100x better than usual. He's constantly whining because he's trying not to cum. "Fuck Y/n, you feel so good around me"

Joshua - He really likes it tbh. Taking you raw feels so good that he probably cums too soon but it's okay because seeing his cum drip out of your hole turns him on so much that he's fucking you again.

Junhui - Bro is excited. He probably goes crazy and fucks you at a faster pace bc he can't help himself. Even when he cums, he keeps on going, accidentally overstimulating himself.

Soonyoung - Y'all already saw it coming. His breeding kink goes brrr. It's so intense he's like fucking you senseless whilst babbling about how he want's to fill you up with his cum (or tigers babies if you also have a breeding kink)

Wonwoo - I don't know if he'd fuck you harder or slower to make it intimate. Definitely sucks in a breath when he's in you because he feels like he's going to cum already. His pace depends on what you ask for.

Jihoon - He's so grateful that you trust him enough to cum inside. Almost goes crazy when he fills you up and suddenly he doesn't want to use condoms anymore bc he's addicted to cumming inside. (buys birth control pills instead of condoms)

Seokmin - Is a little worried at the beginning bc he's not ready to have kids. But, as long as you're on birth control or take the morning after pill than he's not using a condom. He' very loud, whining and moaning bc your cunt feels too good.

Mingyu - Was so excited to try it because tbh his pull out game is a little weak anyways. loves that he doesn't have to worry about pulling out and just releases inside you. That's where his creampie kink started.

Minghao - Finds it super intimate. Loves that skin to skin feeling as he slides into you. He already feels super close to you but holds your hand to be as close as possible. It's always been his dream to have kids so filling you up with his cum turns him on.

Seungkwan - Ooo, loves the idea of filling you up. He's also very loud bc it feels more sensitive then usual and he's on the brink of cumming. He probably gets overstimulated when he cums.

Vernon - Ngl, bro probably forgot condoms one day but you were both too riled up to go back so you begged him to fuck you raw. He thinks he's never felt this good before and it feels so right to cum inside you.

Chan - He acts like a virgin and it's his first time fucking a pussy. Starts babbling as soon as he's in you "Fuck, fuck so tight, so warm" it all gets to his head and he's coming to quick. He'll end up making it up to you by giving you oral and licking his own cum out of you like a good boy until he's hard again.

Hello, thankyou for reading to the end, I hope you enjoyed! Requests are open if you have any!

Last post here!

[sworeidnevercompromise]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❤️‍🔥 ˚ burning desire: a trevor (hellraiser) x reader fic about: the "i love you" scene but with y/n and also with a different outcome warnings: 18+, oral (m&f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex word count: 2.3k ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ other works

AUTHOR'S NOTE: just a quick little thing i wrote after watching hellraiser for the hundredth time. tbh i wrote this during a lecture & was too lazy to edit (finals week) so if there's any mistakes or anything feels rushed, that's why.

“Harder, go harder,” you gasp, as Trevor drives his hips down into you, shaking the bed. 

He glances down at you. “Are you you sure?” His hands tangle into your hair.

“Yeah, harder,” you plead, your back arching off the bed. But it’s not enough. You need to switch positions. “No, no, wait, wait, wait. Turn me around.”

He doesn’t hesitate, following your orders instantly, flipping you around so you’re on your stomach. He presses his dick back inside of you, not moving yet, clearly waiting for you to tell him when to go. God, he’s so obedient that it almost makes you sick.

“Okay, go. Yeah.” You turn your head to the side, cheek resting on your pillow. 

He sinks deeper into you. “Here? Right here?” He sounds so eager to please you, so desperate to make sure you feel good. And, fuck, do you ever. 

“Go, go, go,” you command, moaning as he rocks his hips, his dick sliding in and out of you. He moves a little bit faster, gripping your hips.

He moans. “How’s this speed? Is this good?” You moan in response, too full of pleasure to focus. “You like that?”

You nod, groaning out a little “yeah.” He keeps up the pace, his strokes hitting your G-spot every time, filling you with waves of pleasure. “Yeah, yeah, I love it.” You moan again, getting closer and closer to cumming with each passing moment. You arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his.

He moans, moving a little bit faster, his grip on your hips getting tighter. “I love you,” he gasps. 

You pause your movements, a little taken aback. “What? Wait, wait.” You move away, his dick dragged out of you completely. You turn around.

He blinks, seeming to realize what he’s just said. “Oh, fuck.” He rolls over, laying down beside you, placing his hands over his face. “Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.”

You sit up, looking over at him. “Trevor.”

He shakes his head, his hands still hiding his face. “Fuck. Y/n…”

You grab his wrists, pulling his hands away. You need to discuss this, damn it. He can’t just act like he didn’t say that. “Trevor. Look at me.”

His face is beet red. You’ve never seen him this embarrassed. “Nah, listen, we can just pretend I didn’t say that. Please?” He looks desperate. Fuck, he looks like he’s going to cry. “We’ve got, like, a good friends-with-benefits thing going. I didn’t mean to fuck it up like that.”

You still haven’t let go of his wrists. “Did you mean it?” You hear yourself ask the question before you realize it’s left your mouth. 

He sits up, shaking your hands off. “...What?”

You pull the blanket around you, covering yourself up. You suddenly feel vulnerable, and a little uncertain. You hate feeling like that. It’s feelings like those that drive you back to drugs every time. You fiddle with the edge of the blanket. “You heard me. Did you mean it?”

He blinks at you, covering himself up with one of your pillows. He must feel just as uncertain and vulnerable as you do right now. Shit, he must feel it way worse than you. Damn, you think, he’d better not cry. He’s right. You do have a good friends-with-benefits thing going. He’s a good friend to you, he understands you more than anyone, when it comes to being an addict. And he’s damn good in bed, even if he’s a little overeager. His stroke game is fucking insane. You don’t want to lose that. You’re so lost in thought that you almost forget he hasn’t answered your question yet. “Trevor. Answer me.”

He rests his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands again. “Fuck, y/n, no. Not like that. I…I love you as a friend, and I love fucking you. But I don’t love you. Can we just pretend I didn’t say that? Please?” He answers too quickly. You know he’s lying. He’s an awful liar.

You hesitate before rubbing his back softly. “Trevor, it’s okay, alright? I just…it caught me off guard.”

He stands up, suddenly, practically leaping off the bed and throwing his clothes on. “I’m gonna go,” he says as he’s getting his shirt on, “I’ll just…yeah. I should leave.”

You blink at him. “Trevor, it’s okay. Seriously. I don’t…I don’t care, alright?” And the thing is, you don’t. It’s a little weird, sure, if he does love you, but whatever. You can’t lose this. Not just the sex. You can’t lose him as a friend. 

He stops. “What?”

You scoot to the edge of the bed, still holding the blanket around yourself. “Come on, Trevor. It’s okay, if you do. I mean, I can’t say that I, like, feel the same? But I do love you as a friend, and…and I want to keep doing what we’re doing.”

He shakes his head. “Y/n…I can’t keep doing this. Like…I care about you too much. More than as a friend. And I got caught up in the moment, and I guess it’s out in the open now.”

You sigh, deeply. You can’t lose this. You have to fix this. How can you get him to stay? What should you do? 

Oh. You know. You drop the blanket, pouting.

“Come on, Trev. I didn’t even cum, yet. You’re gonna leave without finishing the job?”

He stares at you, eyes instantly falling to your perfect tits, and he looks like he’s in a daze. He shakes his head slowly. “N-no. No, I’m not gonna leave without finishing the job.”

You nod just as slowly. “That’s right. C’mere.” You lean forward, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down, revealing that he’s half-hard in his boxers. He looks down at you before lifting his shirt off over his head. You smile up at him. “Yeah?”

He smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. You kneel in front of him, knees cold on the hardwood floor. But you don’t care. You need him to stay. Who gives a fuck if he’s in love with you or not? You’re not about to let the best dick of your life walk out the door. You palm him through his boxers. He groans your name. “Y/n…”

You pull his boxers down, his now fully-hard dick springing out. You look up at him as you lick a long stripe up his shaft, tongue flicking over his tip. He tangles one hand into your hair, not pushing yet. You pull away, nodding slightly, before taking just the first inch or two into your mouth. He looks down at you, making eye contact. “You sure?”

You pull off again, pressing a kiss to his tip. “Yes, Trevor. I’m sure.” You wrap your mouth around his cock again, this time going about halfway down. He moves your head, just barely, until you’ve gotten almost all of his dick into your mouth. You begin to bob your head, your warm mouth enveloping him, glossy lips wrapped around his length. He gets a little bit more confident, moving your head a bit more forcefully, making you take all of him into your mouth, until his tip is hitting your throat. You moan around him, the salty taste of his precum and the weight of him in your mouth causing you to get even wetter than you were from before. 

“Shit, y/n,” he groans, “So fucking good.” You let him move your head, giving him complete control. You almost choke, this time, but you don’t, tears filling your eyes. He moves his other hand to cup your cheek, wiping a tear away. “God, you’re beautiful.”

You keep going, licking and sucking, hollowing your cheeks, until he can’t take it anymore. When he cums, there’s no warning, but you manage not to choke, swallowing all of it and kissing his shaft. His knees almost buckle as he cums, and once he’s done, he lays down on the bed, sighing happily. 

“Fuck.”

You curl up next to him. “That good?”

He nods, brushing your hair out of your face. “Yeah.” You both lay there for a few moments until he’s flipping you onto your back without warning, lifting your legs so he can reposition himself. Your legs are on his shoulders, his head between them, and he’s gripping your thighs. He kisses you just below your belly button. “Your turn.”

You smile down at him, running a hand through his hair, leading him further down. He kisses your clit, and it’s so tender that you think shit, he really does love me. He licks long, broad strokes, flattening his tongue. Then, he’s pointing it, licking into the heat of you, gripping your thighs tighter. He lets your hand that’s in his hair guide him, and it’s fucking perfect. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, big eyes bottomless, his pupils blown wide. He licks your clit quickly, teasing you. 

“Fuuuuck,” you moan, pleasure building, “That’s really fucking good.” He presses two fingers inside of you, still tonguing your clit. He curls his fingers and licks harder, before sucking on the bud. You moan louder than you have all night. “Fuck, Trevor, that’s so good, so fucking good, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” You cum, squirting all over his face, and he keeps going, the overstimulation driving you crazy. “Fuuuuuuck. Shit. Trevor, I…oh, God.”

He kisses your thighs as you shake through your orgasm, and rubs little patterns on them when you’re finally done. “You good?” He looks so…vulnerable. Almost like a little puppydog.

“Yeah,” you breathe, “I’m good.” But you’re not, you need more, you need him in you, need him to pound you like he was before he let the “I love you” slip. You shake your head. “Actually, I…I need more.” 

He stares at you. “Shouldn’t we…I dunno. Talk? About what I said?”

“Listen, we can work something out. I mean…we’re basically dating, right?”

He sighs. “Y/n…people don’t say ‘I love you’ this early into a relationship.” 

You groan. How can you make him understand? What do you have to do to get that you don’t really give a shit? You’ve never been big on relationships, but if he wants to be your boyfriend, fuck it. You care about him, and you’re good friends, and he’s literally the best you’ve ever had. Who cares if he says “I love you” too early? You want him, in any way he’ll let you. So you say exactly that, all in one breath, inhaling deeply once you’re done. He just stares at you.

“Are you…sure?”

You roll your eyes fondly. “God, can you just shut the hell up and fuck me already?”

He nods eagerly. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” He moves up so his face is right above yours, tossing your legs over his shoulders again. He picks you up slightly, reaching for a pillow and placing it under your lower back before laying you back down. “This position good?”

You nod, gesturing for him to get a move on. He’s already hard again. Fuck, he’s so adorable. You smile at him. “It’s great, baby.”

He grins widely at the petname. “We do have to talk, after, you know-”

You smack his shoulder, urging him to shut the hell up. He gets the hint, shutting up and sinking into you balls-deep. Your back arches so much that you practically levitate off of the bed. 

“Oh, God, Trevor.” The two of you make practically electric eye contact. He smiles down at you, rolling his hips. 

He gets an arm under your shoulders, and he leans down to kiss your cheek sloppily. “Ah, shit.” He moans. “How’s this? Faster? Tell me what you need right now.”

You shake your head. “This is perfect. Just…ah, a little deeper, maybe?” He follows your instructions right away. “Yeah, yes, fuck that’s good.” 

It’s not long before you’re both moaning louder than before, the sounds filling your room. His strokes get more sloppy, and his hips stutter. You look at him, refocusing your eyes. “Close?”

He nods, and then shakes his head. “No, I can keep going, sorry-”

You laugh a little breathlessly. “Trevor, it’s okay. I am too.”

“Fuck.” He looks at you with big, bottomless eyes, and they may as well be heart-shaped. “Fuck, y/n, I love you.” You kiss him, and that’s what sends him over the edge. Your orgasm quickly follows, starting just as he’s spilling into you. 

He kisses all over your face before pulling out and laying down next to you, breathing heavily. You curl into his side. “You said it again.”

He groans. “I know. Fuck, I’m an idiot, I keep messing up.”

You kiss his cheek. “Say it one more time for me? I like hearing you say it.”

He blinks at you, but does what you asked. “I love you, y/n.”

A grin overtakes your face. “Yeah?”

He grabs your hand, bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “‘M sorry.” Scooting closer to him, you wrap your arms around him in a hug. He instantly gets comfortable, hugging you back, kissing the top of your head. “No, not…I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry for loving you, I’m sorry for saying it.”

“Trevor, don’t worry about it, really. I don’t love you back, not like that, not yet, but…I want to be something more than just friends with benefits. I want…I want to be your girlfriend. Seriously.” He kisses you deeply, tongue meeting yours. “You have to stop kissing me like that, you know. Unless you want to go another round.”

He grins at you, rolling you onto your back. “I could go another round, yeah.” You laugh, kissing his cheek. 

Sure, it’s complicated. But you two can figure it out. You have to.

[simpjaes]

Omgg you should do a experienced!reader and inexperienced/virgin bf!hyung line, I feel like some of them would be like nervous or anxious about their first time 😭

hyung line + losing their virginity to reader

warnings: submissive men, not all of them are boyfies but just assume you end up dating

jake:

definitely looks, acts, and talks like a virgin, probably has a porn addiction too. also the type to fall in love the second someone touches his dick. Im talking one little squeeze and he's like "i'm in love with you."

you go on a date with him and instantly you can't tell if he's using you to get rid of said virginity or if he genuinely likes you. it's a bit of both, tbh. like the second he saw you he was like "i hope she jumps on me"

you don't mind inexperienced men, virginity doesn't really mean anything unless the other person cherishes it, and you happen to love hooking up. and like, you would try your best to make it somewhat special for him, though he doesn't really pay attention bc he's too horny to be nervous or afraid.

definitely misses the hole twice before you help him put it in, instantly rolls his eyes back and can't stop from fucking forward :( premature ejaculation and all, but he makes it up to you by letting you guide him by the hair while eating u out ♡

jay:

the virgin that you'd assume isn't one until you actually see what he acts like when he's horny :/ also has a huge porn addiction and is the guy on a dating app texting you at 3am (when he's not being nervous about it) like "wyd? wanna meet up?"

ofc you wanna meet up, but it's not like you were expecting him to immediately expect you to give him head as soon as you see him. i mean, you definitely did do that tho.

when it came his turn to do all of the foreplay and stuff, that's when you realize this guy is a virgin and trying to pretend like he isn't, nervous as fuck that you'd make fun of him for it considering he's definitely old enough to have had more experience than this.

and you'd be like "don't tell me..."

and he'd be like "no!!!! i've had so much sex!"

he's a liar, you could tell in the way he rubbed your left lip :/ still, his nervousness turns into obligatory service top shit, where he asks you to tell him what to do, and that you can't leave until you actually come. and boy do you. like over and over again, because he's determined to make you feel as good as that pussy made him feel.

sunghoon:

tripping over his own feet to get to the bed with you on your 2 month anniversary bc he's held out due to nervousness. by the time he gets to the bed, he's the one pretending to be too tired bc he genuinely is so freaked out that he can't live up to what you might expect of him.

"Hoon, all of it feels good, i don't have to orgasm."

"But!!"

ends with you riding him half to death, practically using him like a sex toy, and him becoming a pile of mush under you. His eyes would be glued to your tits and hands glued to your ass :/

man would be so entirely in awe of how you do it, internally thinking to himself like "this is it, im a real man now-" and he totally gets why people have sex addictions after that point. he would also just get better and better at it, until like a week later he's the one on top of you, plunging in deep like he wasn't too afraid to do it just a couple of sessions ago.

heeseung:

lil bit of degradation over being a virgin. like !!! yes!!! he is such a loser for never having fucked the way he talks like he does!

im not lying, he would be in the room over playing games all fucking night with his friends, talking bout how he and you fuck all the time. you always laugh at him for it like "imagine if they found out you're a virgin." and he'd be like "why am I a virgin again?"

and ofc it's because you don't just wanna...like....take that from him, until he turns into an absolute menace of a man, trying to touch you, trying to be the whore he wants to be. i'm talking head under your skirt on the couch type shit. fr he gets hella experience with foreplay before you finally give in and let him stick it in. only after he promised you that "losing my virginity isn't that big of a deal, just let me fuck you!"

he was a lil eager, rhythm wasn't that great either, but he was truly trying his best and you guess you should probably fake an orgasm so he can actually boast to his friends about it.

except you don't fake it, and you're shocked that he just...kept going after getting off, staying hard and literally railing you until you had no choice but to come :/

[risingsunresistance]

btw i would like to point out that with a divan drill, it takes me 3-4 blocks of gemstones to do a commission. dude was pressed about three blocks that he hadn't even gotten to yet KJFHDG

what do you think the odds are this guy reported me to the mining guild as a griefer for mining in the same general area as him (not even the blocks he was mining)

[chanswifey]

Seventeen as your boyfriend | Jeonghan

mean™

Don't get me wrong, he's completely in love with you, it's just that his love language includes being a bit annoying

If he doesn't try to annoy you at least once a day assume he's sick or got abducted and replaced with a clone

Apologies are usually in the form of a warm meal or a cuddle session before sleep

He also likes to treat you by giving you gifts, you don't know but he has definitely stalked your wishlist once or twice to try to surprise you (and make sure you forgive him)

He's addicted to gossiping with you, he knows all the office tea and your coworker's names even though he has never met any of them

Some nights you get home to him holding an actual tea mug and signaling the seat next to him

"You will not believe what happened today at work", you say dropping your stuff by the entrance door.

"Tell me everything, honey", he answers handing you your own tea mug.

On date nights he likes to take you on walks in the park to look at the stars, he loves to hear you talk about the things you love, even if it's just some tv show you recently found

You guys used to do game nights but those are forbidden now because he kept cheating so much and when you managed to win once he tried to accuse you of cheating... the nerve 🙄

This guy finds a way to cheat on games you would not even think possible, he's an actual mastermind

He takes really good care of you, doesn't matter how busy he is, always worrying about your sleep and if you have been eating

He's also the type to do things just because you are into them, he ends up enjoying it too but won't admit to it

Like doing skincare routines, never seen a guy fall asleep so fast as when you are applying cream on his face

He will literally search for new face masks to try with you then whine the whole time you are putting it on his face

You are the only person allowed to braid his hair other than his hair stylist, he loves when you play with his hair and even takes pictures to brag to the members about how good you are at it

He LOVES to take unflattering pics of you, LOVES!!!! And he WILL use all of them on your birthday post

He will get on your nerves so bad sometimes but with a face like that you can't really stay mad at him, can you?

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

2023 © chanswifey — do not repost or translate

author's note: this one was easier to do than I thought it would be tbh, I hope you guys like it. About the next post, I will try to do it tomorrow but if I don't it will be posted on Sunday. I have to take my precious angel of a dog to the vet on Saturday and I have no idea how long it will take. Anyways let me know if you guys like this one and remember to like and reblog to help me, love yall 💗

mlist | request here | what I write

[intuitionallyspiritual]

𝙻𝚞𝚜𝚝

PAC (Pick A Card) 18+

What does it feel like to F*ck You?

Disclaimer‼️⚠️: This is a 18+ reading MINORS DNI. This is a general reading so take what could resonates and leave what doesn’t.

Description: Choose the pile that you feel most drawn to. It helps if you close your eyes and let your eyes guide you.

Let me know your opinions in the comments

𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎:

Pile 1 (Back Scratch)

Basically This pile is for my people who don’t really do one night stands or hookups I’m sensing that to be on a sexual relationship you have to at least know the person really well. Your s*x feels intense like you really go all out like I feel like with this group you may have a checklist of all the things you want to try sexually you want something different something exciting. But anyways I’m hearing “more,more,more” so idk if that’s you or them… either way a win is a win. You like to change it up so it won’t be missionary each time. You like to tease I’m seeing some teasing here and I’m seeing someone being shocked because they thought of you as “innocent” people tend to move at a hard but slow pace with you not slow but not too fast either and it’s because you feel really good. You feel so good your walls tend to clench once it is in (if masculines are reading you have very good D game and it makes your sexual partners to clench them) so it will be very hard not to orgasm that’s why they try not to go at first they are trying to see and calculate just how long they can last. This is also my boobs group it doesn’t matter if they are on the smaller side. Sexual partners LOVE your boobs. They may have a more jiggly texture to them. Your face is very expressive as well however your words… are lacking I don’t think you do much dirty talk during sex and that’s okay because I feel like you pick dominating partners so you really don’t have to tbh they will take care of that for you.

Song:

Pile 2 (Tongues Touching)

Ooooo this pile LOVES physical touch and I’m also seeing that you may scratch your parters back if not careful (or if you meant to yk… even better tbh) with this pile sexual partners find it incredibly hard to let you go and they may even think about the night you had before going to bed. You’re irresistible if you will. Partners tend to get very sensual when in the act with you as if they are in a euphoria. It feels as though you make sexual partners high off of sex and it can be very addicting with this pile previous partners may often hit you up again just to have a taste of what they felt before in that moment. You are very wet and may even be a squirter and if you are a creamer you tend to cream a lot and your sexual partners love that. You know how to make a person intoxicated and unable to think straight in the moment. You feel very suction-able like if someone were to suck your clit that’s how you feel to sexual partners they want more of you each time and sexual partners are often afraid they are gonna cum too fast. This is also the pile that Loves handjobs 😏 and you do it well. You like to tease and your partners find it very enticing. I’m hearing “mmm you feel so good baby” “Fuck… don’t do that” your lower back is very sexy to sexual partners you may have deep back dimples or just a very smooth lower back because your partners like to touch it especially in doggystyle. You may have prominent Scorpio placements or Scorpio degrees in your chart. I’m hearing Capricorn as well.

Song:

Pile 3 (Shadow Girl)

With this pile your my pile who may like to wear a lot of accessories like bracelets, necklaces, or even used to have a chokers phase. You also may have a thing with calling someone daddy/papi or you may liked to be called that “mommy/mami” applies here too. This too is a boobies pile your sexual partners love your titties and they love sucking on them. This is my w.a.p pile (wet ass pu$$y 😏) your hole has a more ridged feeling to it which makes it feel better due to texture. You make even the quietest ones moan/grunt really loud due to how good and suctioned it feels. Your sexual partners may like to film you are you may like to film and your partners definitely masterbate to those videos. To them it’s their way of living back in that moment of euphoria. Especially in missionary just to see those boobies bounce. You have a very pretty vagina the inside is a very nice color. I’m hearing someone say “take it take it take it” and you indeed do take it 😏 your sexual partners also love when you ride them .. again to see those boobies bounce. You may have attachment issues or attract people who have attachment issues. Cancer, Leo, Libra, Scorpio, and Pisces are very prevalent here. Your partners also LOVE your lips they love getting hickeys from you it’s their way of showing that they are yours. Oooo you got people WHIPPED. If experienced you know how to clench your hole at all the right moments and make the other go feral. Your sexual partners almost always come back. For sure.

Song:

Pile 4 (Hand on Neck)

This piles takes sex very seriously in a sense that once you’re in the mood you are in the mood and you aren’t the type to make jokes during sex because your so in the moment. This pile is actually the most experienced from my other piles. Very into hookups and sneaky links and will do ts WELL. You know you’re good too😏. Fire sign is heavily involved in this pile so you may have Leo, Sagittarius, and Aries or Scorpio as well. You like to switch it up a lot so it will be a new experience each time. You have the type of hole that makes sexual partners want to roll their head back once they enter you. I’m also feeling an LGBT+ influence here. your tongue and mouth works WONDERS once you go down on someone. Your partners feel like they could have sex with you all day and not get exhausted. I’m hearing “ohhhh fuck” and I’m also seeing someone cry? From pleasure ofc but omg? This is definitely my switch pile you’re able to do and enjoy being top or bottom. Like the last pile you are able to squeeze your hole at just the right time and it makes your sexual partners moan. You make your sexual partners feel like they are going crazy (in a good way) like discombobulated is the right word for it. Your sexual partners love your eyes and probably love staring into them or the opposite they can’t because they get too nervous. Your insides feel tight, ridged, and really warm. I’m also hearing “mmmm” a lot. You create a space where people can use sex with you as an escape from reality. Someone here also likes sucking on fingers also. Speaking of which your VERY good with your hands your sexual partners feel a tingling sensation after your touch and it leave them craving for more.

Song:

[tiredtriedfailures]

giggling cuz I just saw that Drake is trying to sue over Not Like Us, saying it was because of the bots. how dumb could he be. the entire internet was clowning on him for months. Brands, sports teams, entirely unrelated corners of the internet. It was catchy as all hell. I need to go relisten now to reexperience how funny Not Like Us was. he's just refreshing it for so many of us

hes so fuckin stupid its fascinating. like im sick of talking about how evil he is, knowing hes not getting anything close to the consequences he actually deserves, but besides his legitimately bad character hes also so fuckin stupid.

like EVERYONE knew from the day it dawned on us he lost the biggest beef very embarrassingly, that all he had to do was to lie low and wait till it faded out of the immediate public attention and just come back with "good*" party music. EVERY reactor advised him the same thing, me and the anons here lamented the fact that he could just do that and be relatively fine. but hes addicted to pissing and pooping his pants in public idk.

i think kendrick is done with him though. i feel like hes going pretty parallel to my "Kendrick Is A Professor Explaining His Thesis" post and hes pretty much done with the example of drake. he'll have his fun abt how that all went down and laugh abt how he telegraphed BOTH his own moves and his opponents moves in Euphoria, but his focus shifted to the bigger game and lecturing the viewer on hiphop as an art form, and as a culture. so curious to see how he moves from here.

*no drake music has ever been good tbh, depending on the criteria of course.

[bamboozledbird]

HOWLING: TST Rewrite // Prev. / Chapter 2 / Next

Characters: Thomas, fem!reader, Newt, Teresa Agnes (bg), Minho (bg), Aris (bg) Pairing(s): Thomas x Reader (the slowest of burns as is my brand) Word Count: 3.4k Tags: Mix of book and movie canon, newt!sister!reader Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore, sad times are ahead my friends

A/N: V fun new game, drink every time you see a trope. Also thank you for the nice comments and messages tbh inspired me to keep going because I don't see a lot of Thomas content out there in the Tumblr great beyond. Taglist: @m30wk1ttycat, @mxltifxnd0m

You stay far away from Newt now that you know. It feels wrong, unnatural. You can’t eat or sleep—constantly fighting every single one of your instincts makes you feel sick, like your organs are rejecting your body in protest—but it’s necessary. It’s only a matter of time before he disappears, or you disappear, or cranks break through the compound walls and drag you all to an early grave. 

You can’t remember losing Newt the first time; you don’t want to ever have to.

Newt notices. He watches you from afar with a furious little divot in his brow and his lip between his teeth, but he doesn’t press. He’s busy, after all. You don’t know what Newt’s friends are planning, but you can see the itching under Thomas’s skin. The constant tapping, the darting eyes. He never rests in one place for long. It’s conspicuous amongst the complacent. Not many people see this place for what it truly is, but Thomas does. 

So do you. 

As naïve as you find them, you can’t blame the others. Hope is an addictive thing. After so many years of nothing, a glimpse of happiness is so incredibly tempting. Who’s to say what’s better anyway: waiting to die in numb anticipation or being blissfully unaware. It all ends the same.

Thomas doesn’t fit into either category. It seems to be a trend for him, you’re gathering, along with his friends following his lead. You’re both impressed and irritated by the way people get caught up in his current. It’s like they can’t fight it, like he’s a black hole of a person. The more you watch him, however, the more you realize that isn’t quite right. Thomas doesn’t steal light; he burns with it. The realization leaves a bittersweet film on your tongue, and you do your best not to look at him anymore.

You force yourself to be content this way: alone, numb, head buried in your pillow and denial. You ignore them all and suffocate on the cold, hard truth: You don’t know your own brother, and you never will—and then he spills out of a vent and into your room. 

The vent creaks under Newt’s weight. It’s a small sound, but it’s so loud in the silence of night. You reach for your fork before you recognize his mop of downy hair and wide eyes.

“Christ, Newt,” the strength of your relief sends you reeling back onto your cot, “thought you were a crank.”

“In the air shaft?” You see the flash of Newt’s grin, white teeth gleaming in the dark. You can also see the tension creased in corners of his mouth.

You push yourself onto your elbow and hum, “Seems like exactly the kind of place a crank would lurk.”

He snorts, “Fair enough.”

Your eyes finally adjust to the dark, and you can see Thomas now. Aris pokes his head out of the vent behind him. You’re struck dumb for a moment. The past and the present clashing together in the dark of your temporary prison makes your head hurt.

You swing your legs over the side of your bed, scrubbing your knuckles over your eyelids. “Aris?”

Aris gives you a little smile. It’s more emotion than you’ve seen from him since you arrived at the facility.

Newt wraps his spindly fingers around your ankle and tugs your foot into a sturdy boot. “Com'n, bug, we’re getting out of here.” 

You’re frozen as he ties the laces into neat bows with shaking hands. The endearment wrenches you into another world, dragging you heart-first into a muddled memory with a white-knuckled grip. Your cracked lips part, and you can only think of one word at a time, “Out?”

“Yeah, as in not in here,” Thomas finally speaks from the shadows. He’s on edge, like always, but tonight you can almost see the feverish energy radiating through his skin. He crouches down and nods towards the vent, “Let’s go.”

“Into the Scorch?” You scoff and shake your head, “You’re insane.”

Newt grins: a little frantic, a lot familiar. He holds his hand out for you to take and says, “Only slightly.” 

You stare at his palm for a long moment, and then a loud groan rattles through your chest. You wrap your fingers around Newt’s and glower at him, “When we all end up dying a horrific death, I’ll never let you live it down.”

Newt pulls you to your feet and laughs. You aren’t sure if he’s more amused by the scrunch of your nose or Thomas’s surly huff. You’d like to think it’s the latter. “Try to think positively,” Newt chirps. He’s quieter than normal, so that the sound doesn’t echo off the vent’s aluminum walls, and you finally realize that this is real. You’re on a covert mission to escape WCKD and venture into the unknown—and Newt wants you to think positively. 

You scoff. The Scorch. A barren desert. Crawling with cranks. What a positive venue to vacation in. Your shoulder twitches with a piddling shrug, “At least we’ll probably die quickly.”

The boy with spiky hair—free of blood this time—snickers behind you, “That’s the spirit.”

You grin and then immediately scowl when Thomas shushes everyone. No one disobeys him, not even you, and that just makes you scowl harder. Your mouth strains with the effort, but you keep it closed and imagine all the things you could say to make Thomas hit his head against the low ceiling.

Newt guides you through the tight corridor, taking great effort to keep your head and injured thumb away from the sharp corners and steely walls. It’s all a bit of a blur from there.

The Maze, as horrific as it was, at least prepared you for running away from the guards and dodging the hail of taser shells sparking over your head. The shots are blinding, bright lightning-flashes that shatter glass and heat your skin with frenzied static. You almost stop, lost in the glare sticking to your eyelids, but Newt doesn’t let you.

Newt drags you behind him and doesn’t let go of your hand, not even when the guards close in on your ragtag group of panicked children. Newt pulls you behind him, firm against his back, and you can’t see anything over his lofty frame. He squeezes your hand, and it occurs to you with startling clarity that he would take a bullet for you. The thought sits heavily in your stomach like a rotten peach pit; you choke on it while you wait for the end.

When the final door won’t open, you think that you’re going to die before you even see the Scorch, but Thomas surprises you again. 

He gets you out. All of you. Alive.

For how long, you aren’t sure. 

Outside the compound, the world is big—empty of anything good and filled with imminent peril. The wind is fittingly sinister. It howls like a caged dog that’s been kicked one too many times, but the chilling echoes can’t drown out the shrieking in the distance. The tortured cries frost your blood and nip at your skin. They’re coming from the lost souls just beyond the dunes, and you know that they’re out there somewhere, prowling in the shadows of an unwelcoming indigo night. Barely human. Begging for death. 

It’s a place you aren’t supposed to be, a night that banishes you—but you have no choice but to run into the thick of it. 

Thomas is fast—faster than you, you note with a bitter bite—even on sand. Everyone struggles to keep up with him, especially Newt. He has a limp. How could you forget that he has a limp? Guilt burns your throat as badly as the sand in your eyes; you can’t shake it, no matter how hard you try. 

The wind kicks up the further you venture into the Scorch. The gusts turn almost silver with the grains caught in their path. Lightning strikes the ground, too close for comfort, and the dusty haze lights with electricity. The glow looks toxic, like a suffocating smog—a cancerous ray trying to eat away at your flesh. It's a strange thing to be grateful for, but the shroud of sand gives you just enough time for Newt’s hand to slip back into yours. 

A collapsing building is another strange thing to be grateful for, but the decomposing shopping center hides you from the searchlights and the storm outside. As you look around at the crumbling walls and shattered windows, you wonder what’s worse: WCKD’s soldiers or a horde of cranks. 

For a moment, the only sound in the remnants of a world long-gone is heavy breathing. There are a few coughs here and there, lungs trying to expel all the inhaled sand, and then silence. Thomas barely gives the group a moment to catch their breath, and then he’s urging everyone forward. Panicked. Breathless. This time, you think it’s justified. 

The girl they arrived with stops Thomas, demanding an explanation that you probably should’ve wondered about before now. It was so simple for you at the time. Newt held out his hand, and you took it. You’d follow him anywhere, you realize, just to make sure he was okay. 

You aren’t really surprised by Thomas’s revelation or his complete and utter lack of a plan. Maybe you should be, but stringing kids up and bleeding them dry seems exactly like the kind of thing WCKD would do in the pursuit of a cure that doesn’t exist. At least, you finally know where all those kids disappeared to, even though the knowledge doesn’t actually provide you any relief. 

“C’mon, let’s find you some warmer clothes,” Newt’s voice is soft so that he doesn’t startle you, but you jump anyway, “you’re more goose-pimple than girl.” 

Your mouth dries as you look at him, and all you can see is a bullet ripping through his chest, frying his bleeding heart with 3,000 volts of lethal electricity—all because someone aimed a gun in your direction.

“I can look by myself. We should split up…cover more ground.” You pull your hand out of his and step back, stumbling over a rotted plank of wood. Large hands wrap around your waist, righting you before you can fall to the floor and break another bone. 

Newt squints at you and eventually lets out a little sigh, “At least take Tommy with you. What good would you be with two bum hands.” 

You tip your chin up and see the sharp line of Thomas’s jaw. He doesn’t look down at you. If you had to hedge your bets, you’d say he’s glaring at Newt. You scowl at the ground and mutter, “I don’t think—”

Thomas interrupts you, “Newt’s right. No one should go anywhere alone.” He lets go of your sides, and the chill left in their absence tingles through your hips to your toes. Thomas doesn’t move from his spot, just slants his head to stare at you until your shoulders sink and you turn to follow him. 

Neither of you speak for a long time. You poke around empty rooms, examining the belongings of a society you’ve only heard stories about. It would be fascinating if you weren't aware that they belonged to the dead and the damned. Thomas wanders towards a string of broken lights, and you walk towards a pile of water jugs coated in a thick layer of grime and dirt. 

Thomas breaks the silence, “You can’t avoid him forever.”

You frown at an empty water bottle, “I'm not.” 

Infuriatingly, Thomas doesn’t look at you. He traces the wiring of a lamp with lithe fingers and says, “I understand why you want to.”

You stand up and brush the debris off of your sweatpants, rolling your eyes, “Oh, you do, do you?”

Thomas doesn’t move for a moment, and then he curls and uncurls his fingers, “You think it’s easier.” You watch the muscles in his back ripple as he rolls out an invisible ache in his shoulders. “It might be.”

Your lips purse. You’ve never liked being seen, especially by someone you don’t know. How dare he, you think, how dare he see past the scowls and stone. You kick at a small piece of rubble and fold your arms over your chest, “You’re a great comfort, Thomas.” 

“He would say it’s worth it if he knew.” Thomas turns around and mirrors your position. You aren’t sure if he’s mocking you, but when he crosses his arms you can see the shape of his biceps through his thin jacket. Your eyes jerk to his face when he starts talking again, “It might not even matter. He cares, not just about you—he cares about people. You can’t do anything to change that.”

“I…I can’t—”

A loud clanging in the background interrupts your reply. You hear one of the boys curse under their breaths, and Thomas’s gaze follows the sound. His eyes get stuck on a glimpse of the girl—Teresa, you remind yourself. You can just barely make out her dark curls through a broken window and a collapsing archway. 

“You care about her.” You chew on your lip and look at Thomas through your lashes, “Aren’t you scared?”

He looks down at you, and his throat bobs with his swallow. “All the time,” Thomas’s voice is a soft wind, a gentle breeze that almost gets lost in the empty corridors, “but scared is better than nothing.”

You wonder if he’s ever admitted that before—that even the great Saint Thomas is afraid sometimes. It feels like a secret. He whispers it into the small space between you like it's something he wants you to keep. For some reason, you intend to. 

“What about grief?” you whisper, because the room is calling for softness, and shiver. “Is grief better than nothing?” 

Thomas’s dark eyes trail over your face, “I haven’t decided yet.”

You both step back at the same time, too raw and too exposed to stay in the light for another second. 

You drift towards a large pile of clothes and brush your fingers over it. It’s a disorienting mix of scratchy denim and soft cotton, all riddled with dust and moth holes. You stop when you feel something fuzzy. Thankfully, it isn’t a dead animal—or even worse a live, rabid animal—it’s a stuffed bear. You clutch the teddy bear close to your chest and inhale deeply. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe something sweet like baby powder or something musty like spilled juice, but it just smells like…nothing. Just dust and earth, not even a note of something human. 

Your heart gets stuck in your throat as you blink rapidly, fighting the ache in your eyes. Thomas rests his hand on your shoulder and bows his head a little to look at you. His face is more worried than questioning, and it softens your resentment. 

Swallowing hard, you fiddle with the teddy bear’s fraying bowtie, “It’s just…it’s so…little, and…they wouldn’t leave this behind.” Unless. You both know what comes after unless. 

Thomas gently pulls the bear from your hands and sets it on top of the pile; he does it all so gently it makes you ache. He takes your empty hand and nods towards the string lights, “Think you can help me find out where these wires lead to?”

You nod, grateful for a task, and wipe the dust and damning wetness from your face with the back of your good hand. Thomas pauses and glances at your other hand, frowning at the swelling, “They didn’t splint that?” 

The corner of your mouth tugs into a dry smirk, despite the constant ache of your shifting thumb, “Blood bags don’t need bones.”

You expect a smile, but Thomas’s mouth is an unmoving, severe line. He looks around the wreckage until he finds a dirty sneaker, ripped at the toes. Your brows furrow until he pulls the laces from it and holds out his hand, “Can I?”

You hesitate and then nod, bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

Thomas is heartbreakingly gentle. His lamblike touch startles you—you didn’t know until now that a warrior could be so delicate. It still hurts when he wraps the laces around your thumb and palm, but his tenderness distracts you from most of it. It’s the strangeness of it, you think. It's disorienting how confoundingly tender he is with the thumb that gave him his black eye. 

Thomas finishes the make-shift splint with a tight knot, and his attention shifts to your face, “Feel okay?” 

You nod again and gnaw on a sore spot in your cheek, “Why are you being so nice to me?” You look towards his bruised eye and then look down at your shoes, digging your toes into the concrete. “I kind of punched you in the face, in case you forgot.”

The corner of Thomas’s mouth twitches, “Didn’t forget. You’ve got a pretty unforgettable right hook.”

You stare at your shoe-lace splint and murmur, “I’m sorry.” You’re a little surprised when you realize just how much you mean it. 

“I had it coming.” Thomas shrugs and rubs his palms over his biceps, “I don’t feel like him…I don’t even know him—but that guy, the one who sent you into the Maze, he’s still me. We have the same face.”

Pausing, your voice becomes little more than a breath, “I knew him...I don’t know you.” You tentatively reach up and brush your thumb just below the bruises mottled under his eye. 

His eye has gotten worse since you last saw him. The welt is darker now, more plum skin than pink flesh, and it’s seeped around his entire eye socket, pooling in the shadows of his face. Frowning, you brush your fingertip lightly over his cheekbone; it doesn’t alleviate much of your guilt. It all feels a little like a red wine stain you can’t scrub clean. 

Thomas freezes for a moment, and your heart lurches into your ribs. He probably doesn’t get a lot of skin-to-skin contact, you realize, and you have to strangle the thought before it swells into something painful. Thomas slowly relaxes and turns his face into your hand slightly, “Do you want to?”

You lick your bottom lip, and a slow nod rolls up your neck to your head, “Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.” 

His smile is a timid little thing, and you want to keep it in your pocket for the dark days ahead. 

“You two need another minute? Perhaps a room.”

Your chin whips towards Newt, and your face burns. Thomas grumbles something decidedly unfriendly under his breath as he bumps Newt’s shoulder on his way towards the wall of dials and switches. 

You can feel Newt’s gaze on you, and you ignore the warmth creeping up your ears. “Shut up.”

Newt holds up his hands and grins, “I didn’t say anything!”

You’re just pouty enough to forget you’re supposed to be avoiding him, “You’re going to regret teasing me when I become a crank chew toy.”

“Please don’t croak just to spite me,” Newt throws his arm over your shoulder and squeezes you to his side, “I’d be awfully upset about it.”

You remember again. You can almost picture Newt’s face if you told him what you know, but it's the image of Newt's face watching you die that truly haunts you. You slip out from under his arm and mumble unconvincingly, “I’m gonna see if Thomas needs help.”

The smirk on Newt’s face tells you that he’s severely misinterpreted your intentions, but that’s okay. It’s better if he doesn’t know—even if the alternative is utterly humiliating. 

You crouch down next to Thomas, and he gives you a small smile that’s drenched in melancholy. There's some understanding in there too, but you try to ignore it.

“We’ll get out of this," Thomas says softly as he fiddles with the generator's cobwebbed dials. He catches your eye and doesn’t look away, “I’m going to get us all out of this, and then there won’t be anything to be afraid of. I promise.”

“Well,” your smile wobbles, “there’ll still be spiders.” 

Thomas smiles back at you, soft and little, “I’ll squish ‘em.”

Your lips twitch, “And snakes.”

Thomas’s nose wrinkles, “Can’t help you there.”

It surprises a laugh out of you, and Thomas smiles again. It’s the first time you’ve seen him truly smile, and the stretch of his mouth lights up his face, even in the gloom of darkness and desolation. You’re blinded by him for a moment. Somehow, he outshines the lights that wash the building in a golden haze when he flips the generator’s final switch.

No one is smiling, however, when the screaming starts.