#non-verbal prompts

[gonzague-if]

from the ask game, downfall or abrupt for nevers

Thank you! I was going to do abrupt, but then I got an idea for downfall that is huh... thematically relevant to the scene I plan to write with him in chapter 2 lol.

So... downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground .

You never liked hunting and it was even more apparent in this moment. Your horse was not used to this. The yelling, the dogs barking, the crowd of riders rushing through the woods, all of it had made her nervous. You tried your best to appease her, patting her neck and whispering gently to her.

Nothing worked. You had given up on following the rest of the courtiers and participating in the hunt. You did not want to anyway. Falling back, you focused on your mount, neverminding the risk of getting lost in the forest.

Then a musket fired, the explosive sound bouncing on the tree trunks and echoing throughout the woods. Then another, and another, and another. Your horse neighed in her distress and reared up. One moment you were on the saddle, the next your back was hitting the roots-covered soil, the air expelled out of your lungs.

For a moment you laid down, vision blurring, unable to breathe, temples pounding with the rush of blood, ears ringing with the sound of an army of brutes gunning down some poor animal. From the corner of your eye, you vaguely noticed your horse galloping away.

The noises were becoming fainter and you were not sure if the hunt was moving away or if you were losing consciousness. You gasped, taking in the smallest breath. It was not enough, you were still prone, unable to move. You took another tiny breath. And another. You closed your eyes, relieved that you could at least breathe.

Hooves hitting the ground drew your attention and you opened your eyes again. The sensation was strange from where you were lying. You felt the vibrations traveling through the dirt more than you could hear the sound. Then a voice called.

“Gonzague!”

Nevers. You let out a trembling sigh. At least you would not be abandoned here. You still could not respond so you waited, listening to your friend’s horse coming to an abrupt halt nearby. You could not see anything, but you heard a mess of metal clanking and some shuffling as Nevers swore under his breath.

“Damn horse…”

You frowned. It was taking him an awful amount of time just to get down from the saddle. Finally, a loud thump made the ground shake and Nevers waded through the underbrush — quite clumsily, from the sound of rustling ferns — toward you.

“Gonzague!”

If you had the energy, you would roll your eyes. If you had been able to respond, you would have done it the first time. A disheveled — more than usual — Nevers entered your field of vision as he fell to his knees beside you, expression taut, eyes searching your face desperately. His rough hands grabbed at your face, cradling it awkwardly.

“Please, please, don’t be dead!” “I am not dead, you idiot,” you tried to reply as wryly as you could.

But your voice was weak and wheezy. He sighed with relief and his smile was almost blinding.

Then he frowned again, his hands running down your torso frantically. “Are you alright? Are you hurt? Is anything broken?” “Nevers, please,” you struggled to say, your breath short.

He paused, docile, looking back at you as you took your time to inhale and exhale, wetting your lips.

“I have… no idea. Just… let me catch my breath.” “Of course… Of course.”

He smiled hesitantly, concern overshadowing the expression.

Moments passed and Nevers waited as patiently as he could. You could tell by his fidgeting that he struggled with sitting still. But he did, for your sake. After a while, your breathing had returned to normal. You heard heavy steps and vegetation being ruffled and you perked up.

“What is that?” Nevers looked to the side with a soft smile. “Your horse… She is back. I think she is worried about you.” “Are you not projecting a little?” You said with a chuckle that soon turned into a coughing fit.

After your struggles breathing, your lungs were a little sensitive.

Nevers frowned down at you, his big hand, warm and heavy, coming to rest on your chest. “Are you sure you are alright?” “I think so,” you reassured him.

You decided to attempt sitting up. Nevers accompanied the movement, supporting your back as you did so. You moved your legs and arms to make sure everything seemed functional. You were still shaking, but otherwise, so far, so good. When you turned your head, you noticed indeed the presence of your horse, approaching tentatively, head lowered in shame, or what looked like shame.

“I think I can stand up,” you said before putting your words into action. “Hey there, there is no…”

Nevers stood with you, and it was a good thing he did. Your legs were wobbly and you would have fallen back to the ground if he did not catch you.

“Yes, that is what I thought,” your friend grumbled.

And without preamble, he slipped one arm under your knees and swept you off your feet.

“Nevers, what are you doing?!”

It was incredibly embarrassing and you found yourself frantically checking around yourself to make sure no one was witnessing that.

“Carrying you?” He replied with a confused frown, unaware of how undignified you had to look. “To where?” You asked, more sensibly.

Your face was still turning dangerously hot.

“Huuuuuuh… Your horse? My horse?” You groaned. “Just… Take me to your horse.”

When he helped you haul yourself up on his saddle, a nagging thought in the back of your mind kept whispering that you were far more comfortable in his arms.

[danafeelingsick]

Hii I have an idea for 26 (kinda literal). Sickie is (almost?) non-verbal but v affectionate. So when caretaker wants to check if sickie is nauseous, caretaker will try to hug sickie or pet his belly. Sickie loves to be hugged by caretaker, but not when he feels sick. And ofc there must be a bad accident/illness one day.

Novemetober 2023 Rescheduled

@monthofsick

Prompt list | Masterlist | AO3 collection

Day 26. Nonverbal illness indicators

Word count: 1,1k~

CONTENT WARNINGS: descriptions of vomiting, tummy ache, tummy rubs, sickie is non-verbal (non-specified), sickie and caretaker are partners, implied relationship, A & B, caretaker is A and sickie is B, they/them pronouns for both

AN: i'm just going to pop back in with this and disappear again. i hope you like it! :) i love your requests and sorry for the wait!

“Morning, B…”, A greeted sleepily.

Sitting in the middle of the living room, B acknowledged them with a small nod, their eyes focused on the tv.

A found it odd they wouldn't turn to greet them properly, but chalked it up to B being sleepy and made their way to the kitchen to get their breakfast started. It was still odd, considering all they were watching was one of those variety shows A knew they didn't care about.

Sure, they hadn't thought much of it when they woke up and found the bed empty, B nowhere to be seen. They must've gotten up early, and didn't want to bother A on a day they could afford to sleep in. That had to be it.

B wordlessly scooted to the side, letting A take a seat on the sofa. Judging by the empty bowl they had seen inside the sink, A was fair to assume B had already had breakfast. Still, they left a bit of fresh coffee on the pot, just in case.

“Whatcha watching, B?”, they asked, setting their mug on the side table.

Eyes still locked on the TV, B grabbed the remote and brought down the program’s summary. Sure enough, it was some variety show in its millionth season, A was sure that B hadn’t a clue who any of these people were.

“And… you're enjoying it?” A raised an eyebrow, chuckling slightly. B simply shrugged. “Nothing else you wanted to watch?”

B held out the tv remote, willing A into taking it. This time they turned to finally look at them, and A quickly took notice of B’s frowny expression. Sure, they had the right to be a little grumpy that early in the morning, especially with such a nosy partner like A, but that just didn't seem like it.

“Oh? Are you sure you don't want that?”, A joked and B purposely wrinkled their nose, shoving the remote in their hand. A chuckled again, this time with a hint of relief that B was willing to play along. “A shame, I was *so* invested”, they added, leaning back.

It didn't surprise them that their partner hadn't found anything to watch, as soon as they started surfing past the channels, they grew bored. B, on the other hand, looked as if they were paying close attention to the few seconds they were allowed on each program.

A knew they would tell them if there was anything they wanted to watch but, after several minutes, B just seemed to withdraw into themselves. They leaned forward and crossed their arms firmly, their face pinched in a frown. It could've been A’s imagination, but it did seem like they had grown a bit pale.

“B?” their partner scooted closer, trying to take a better look at them. “Is there something wrong, honey?”

Despite B shaking their head vehemently, they curled into themselves, arms wrapped tightly around their stomach. A noticed they were shivering, their eyes squeezed shut and felt their heart drop. B looked like they were about to cry.

“Baby, are you in pain?”, A asked again, and gently pulled their partner closer. A slow touch on their back became a hug, and soon B was nestled in against their chest, fighting to hold back tears. “Is it your stomach?”

B hesitated, letting out a noise like a muffled sob, which prompted A to plant a kiss on their head, murmuring sweet reassurances. Their hands replaced B’s over their tummy and began gently rubbing it, trying to get them to relax.

“Does it hurt here?”, A asked, fingers slinking under the fabric. B shook their head again. “No?”

They felt B’s abdomen almost wince under their touch, as just the pressure of their fingertips was enough to cause them pain. There was a faint bubbling just underneath the surface, making A think the cause of B’s discomfort could be a simple indigestion. Although, their stomach was visibly upset, which threw A off when B denied feeling any pain.

A was about to ask again when they felt B’s hands began to pry their own away, trying to pull away from them. It was a process, B looked desperate to get away from them, but also seemed to be hesitant in applying any force to A’s fingers.

They understood it quickly and held their hands up, just as their partner hiccuped. In any other situation A would think nothing of it, but this time the sound was wet, almost suffocated by gagging. B scurried away from them, managing to lean over the edge of the sofa before they broke into a shallow retch.

A was only able to see their back as it began to heave, the sound of liquid splattering on the floor clueing them on what was happening. They felt awful for not realizing it sooner, but pulled themselves up, running to be by B’s side.

“B…!”

The poor thing continued to heave, fists holding onto the sofa as their stomach emptied itself, their whole body still shaking. A held them by the shoulders, going to brush their hair out of the way when they noticed the fresh tear tracks down B’s cheeks.

“Oh, honey… it's okay, I’m right here with you. I'm not going anywhere”, A reassured them, wiping their face with a thumb.

B shuddered, their face scrunching as they burped out a stream of stomach contents. A glanced at the puddle soaking into their carpet, noticing the bits of pale breakfast cereal and curdles of milk, and quickly looking away. They could do without that sight for now, instead focusing on B as they continued to spew more of it.

“There you go… get it up”, they encouraged, rubbing the side of their arm lightly, slowly so as to not overwhelm B even more.

B coughed as the spell began to taper off, drooling out threads of slimy bile still clinging to their lips. A held them as they worked through the last bits of bile, the sounds were grating to their ears, but A knew they were having it much worse.

“Shh… there you are”, A murmured, reminding them of their presence.

B sniffled, looking at the mess they had made. They couldn't hold back the tears any longer, everything just felt awful, they felt so sick.

“Hey, shh… it's okay, there’s no need to cry”, A told them, resting their hand on their back. “Come here, do you think you’re done?”

B nodded slowly amidst the tears, and leaned into A, letting them pull them into their chest. They hugged them tight, like they meant from the start, rubbing B’s back as they continued to sob.

“Honey, you should’ve told me you were sick”, A said, petting B’s hair. “Nevermind that now. We’ll move to the shower whenever you're ready, okay?”

B nodded, breathing in and out as they tried to calm themselves down.

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

Day 29 and 30 for dhmis oddtober: Happy and Creativity!!

(@persy-r-bozo)

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Sign language in whump is one of my favourite things- your whumpee could be deaf, sure, but they could also be prone to non-verbal episodes (neurodivergent), asthma attacks (talking is pretty much impossible), or migraines (if they open their mouth, they're 99% sure they're going to throw up), etc etc

perhaps caretaker is the only one on the team who can interpret them- that could lead to frustration and upset when caretaker isn't there, and when caretaker is?

often all whumpee can sign is 'hurts', 'tired', or

'i love you'

[dainluvr]

Imagine non-verbal Whumpee who has had Whumper speak for them basically their entire life, they can’t actually tell anyone that they’re in danger, to help them. They try to send subtle signs when Whumper’s family or friends visit as a last resort but it barely works.

Bonus: Caretaker notices and tries their best to help Whumpee but it’s not often Whumper invites them over so they have to figure something out before it’s too late, not to mention, Whumper sticks to Whumpee like a leech.

[child-of-peace]

Hey, so I’m aware that non-verbal autistic people don’t want semi-verbal autistic people to use “non-verbal” for when we can’t speak or “lose speech”, so why don’t we just come up with our own word?

My proposals:

Sinevocal (sin-eh-vocal, Latin for without voice) or Aneuphonic (ann-you-phonic, Ancient Greek for without voice/speech - though this one may be too similar to aphonic which is a completely different thing, though I think they’re dissimilar enough?)

(I’m personally a fan of aneuphonic!)

In a sentence:

I went sinevocal yesterday after a bad shutdown.

Oh, I sometimes go aneuphonic when I’m overwhelmed.

It’s essentially like saying I went without a voice for a period of time, which does what it says on the tin, I think.

[irisopranta]

8. FOREHEAD KISSES (in all caps because I can't stress enough how important forehead kisses are)

The smell of eggs and mushrooms lingered among Iris' house as Stephanivien cooked breakfast. The smell woke Iris up. She walked into to the dining room. "Morning Gorgeous" He chimed as he served breakfast to both of them. He proceeded to kiss her forehead before sitting down. The two discussed what their day is going to look like. Stephanivien noticed the time, "Oh, I need to get going. " He got up from the table and started to head out the door.

"Wait" Iris called out to him. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. Iris got on her tip toes, adjusted his goggles to exposed a bit of his forehead. She gave him a small peck on the forehead before returning the goggles to their home. The gesture made him blushed as he continued on his way.

Thanks for the prompt @ainyan Feel free to send me a Non-verbal love you prompts

[pluralprompts]

Prompt #694

Headmate A can only ever "speak" in animal noises, and is struggling to communicate with the rest of their system.

[bothsidesofaquestion]

[ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds

non verbal angst prompts - selectively accepting

“Scheisse.”

He hisses, the medical tape falls to the floor.

Tearing the stitches apart to start over it’s best and, he knows he shouldn’t have done this before -completely- stopping the bleeding but alas, he is stupidly in a rush.

Inserting his finger into the wound is better, he should have done that in first place. He knows where is that damn artery and thinking about sewing it to solve two problems at once was both and impossible.

He presses the tip of his digit against the severed vessel… There!

The streak stops, a few drops fall to the floor then, it’s done. He almost smiles but, he sees her first.

“Ach, Wanda.” He swallows, his mouth is awfully dry. “This looks… Extreme but trust me, I know what I’m doing.” He reassures.

“I have enough medical training for this und, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it…”

Yeah, neither to myself or my team mates and it won’t be the last time anyway.

“Um…” He bites the insides of his lips. “Perhaps, you could help me?” He is sure he can do this by himself but, extra help is always appreciated.

[byanyan]

struggling to exist rn, so. idk man I'm kinda just lurking lmao

[gonzague-if]

volumes, mayhaps, with dearest Peyrolles?

Thank you! <3

volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

It had been a long evening and you had grown annoyed with the imbibed courtiers, becoming overfamiliar with each other and even with you. You slapped one last straying hand away from your waist and made your way toward the Château de Saint-Cloud’s exit without saying goodbye to the Duc de Chartres. You were certain he was plenty busy anyway.

It was bracingly cool outside after the damp heat of the gathered bodies in the palace’s reception lounges. The dark of the night was soothing against the bright multitude of candlelights at your back. You took a deep breath of fresh, invigorating air and stepped down to the gravel path, the small pebbles crunching underfoot.

To your surprise, a carriage appeared in the castle’s glow, horses trotting up to you before turning to a stop. It was your equipage, you realized once your eyes started getting used to the darkness. The door facing you opened and Peyrolles jumped down. They held the door for you.

You smiled even if they probably could not see it.

“Ah, little Peyrolles,” you said as you climbed aboard. “Ever so reliable.”

You sat at the back of the coach and your factotum took their usual place in front of you. The driver spurred the horses forward and the carriage swayed gently as you made your way down the path, away from the Château de Saint-Cloud.

“How did you know I wanted to leave?” You asked Peyrolles after sitting quietly for a couple of minutes. “I saw monseigneur through the windows. You seemed about ready to leave.”

You narrowed your eyes at them, trying to gauge their expression. It was all but pointless, their face was entirely obscured by the shadows of your carriage.

“Were you watching me, Peyrolles?” “I thought I saw someone creeping around the palace, I was investigating.”

You perked up at that, linking your hands together and leaning forward.

“Really? What did you find?”

They hesitated.

“Nothing. It may have been my imagination.” You straightened your back, resting it against the plush seat. “I am glad you looked into it, regardless.” You saw them nod. “Of course, monseigneur.”

Another quiet moment passed, the coach finding the road back to Paris.

You sighed contentedly as you relaxed on the bench, stretching your legs until your knee bumped into Peyrolles’s. You thought you saw them stiffen, but you could not be sure in the night’s gloom.

“I am looking forward to being back home,” you declared. “With nothing but me, a good book and your silence, a perpetual companion.”

You grinned at them, even though you could not tell if your teasing was affecting them in any way.

“What about you Peyrolles? Are you happy to return to the hôtel? It must have been dreadfully cold to stand around like that in the middle of the night…”

Maybe you had too much to drink as well. You were awfully talkative tonight.

“I have no problem enduring a mild discomfort if that means monseigneur is safe,” Peyrolles replied evenly.

They were always constant in their answers, always repeating the same words, their tone unwavering. You always thought they were simply acting professional, indulging you politely, probably bored of your antics. But tonight… Tonight, as the alcohol warmed your limbs, making you feel loose and open, it rang differently.

It was familiarity. Reassurance. Comfort.

“You did not answer my question,” you said softly. “Are you happy to come home with me?”

Silence.

“I’m always home with you, monseigneur.”

Your heart started thumping harder in your chest. You could not see them, you wanted to see them. Then, as if the heavens heard you, the carriage turned and moonlight fell through the window, lighting steel eyes, staring back at you steadily. Always the same eyes. How had you never noticed it before?

[bxtonpxss]

[quarterlifekitty]

I’m sorry this train just won’t stop

More Johnny and Ghost with Ghost’s selectively mute (edit; I originally labeled reader as non-verbal, but I was made aware mutism more accurately describes this!) gf

Soap loves it when Simon fingers you in front of him, movie totally forgotten, and lets him cum on your stomach when he jerks off. And seeing Simon wipe it from your pretty belly and put his fingers between your lips? Goddamn.

But you know what makes him feel over the fucking moon? When you hug him at the door when he’s heading out. When you say goodnight so, so quietly in his ear.

We all know that man is a dog. And now you’ve got him by the fucking leash. He’ll do anything to hear more of that voice.

He’s totally addicted. Now every time he meets up with the guys and you’re along, or he comes to your place for movie nights, he’s leaning down for you to whisper hi, Soap, or goodnight, Johnny. Two little words and he’s melting. And he starts unlocking more little bits— learning to prompt in ways that you’ll respond.

Instead of asking how you’ve been, what you’ve been up to, running his mouth the way his thumping heart is telling him to, he just asks “you okay?” So he can hear your sweet, quiet tone when you say I’m ok.

Makes him fucking hard. He’s never been so hard on so little before. Just two fucking words and he feels like he’s gonna pass out from his blood rushing down.

[entomolog-t]

Abnormal g/t OCs you say?

The Shadow we Cast

Mark- an arachniphobe/germaphobe human has a run in with a strange spider loving little man who has no concept of hygiene and is starved for human connection.

INSTAЯ

Non-verbal/mute tiny monster man

Too many ‘normal’ people in g/t stories I think.

Give me a germaphobe human that loses their mind finding out a borrower has committed the ultimate sin (walked on their counter)

Give me deaf borrower who thinks their being quiet while borrowing, and the human just plays along, pretending they don’t hear all the noise they’re making

Give me autistic giant who holds a human captive simply so they have someone to infodump to

Give me human with visual and auditory hallucinations that just thinks the little guy they’ve seen running around their house is a hallucination

This isn’t even mostly about representation, I just think applying these to the g/t dynamic makes an even more interesting dynamic

[muntitled]

Condom or No Condom: Dreamy Edition

-' 7dream x afab!reader

-' Which dreamies are wrapping it up

-' cw: +18, mdni, Name calling, Breeding Kink, Coercion, Degradation Kink

Missed Renjun <3

# Mark | No Condom

-a very shy boy at times but his kinks are anything but

- the type to verbalize his interests in different kinks with small actions so you'd really need to pay attention

- Mark would intentionally forget to buy condoms

- Recently he'd be staying inside you longer.

He'd already be easing you out of your clothes, leaving wet kisses along your soft abdomen as you begin to tug on his long brown strands.

You'd already been wet for him a long tine ago, Mark just needed you especially pliant for when he could really start talking his shit, "You know how good you'd look with my baby inside you?" Mark's panting heavily, "Dude, seriously,"

Your hips would stutter upwards without you even meaning to, quickly prompting Mark to undo the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"You like that idea, yeah?"

You'd watch through hazy eyes as Mark pulls his cock just enough to line it up at your entrance. "Want me to hit it raw? Huh, Pretty Girl- fuck-" Just saying those words out loud has his cock twitching eagerly. Mark would be a heaving mess as he presses hich cock into your cunt. The sensation of your bare skin against his would give him brain fog, making him tremble as he kissed against your neck.

"Fuck, I'm gonna breed you, baby-" he'd kiss you again non stop, "Gonna breed my baby..."

# Renjun | Condom

- he can be persuaded into forgoing one but you'd need to construct an incredibly good argument (no you wont)

- the moment the idea falls from your lips, Renjun can't help the desire that runs through his stomach

- still, he'd try to be a good boyfriend. A responsible boyfriend.

"Why are you so scared to fuck me today?" You'd whisper into Renjun's ear, wholly frustrated from this make out sessions that has lasted for way too long. "We're not high schoolers, Ren, why aren't you inside me?"

He'd sigh in frustration as his threw his hand backwards on the pillows scattered around your bed. His hands naturally going to your hips.

"Condoms-" he'd sigh in frustration before peeking up from her palm of his hands

"I forgot to buy more-"

You had continued kissing up the side of his neck. Renjuin shivered when your tongue slithered out to lick a long stripe down his neck. "Thats fine."

His eyes are wide and so incredibly hungry when he swallows and asks. "Thats fine?"

"Thats fine," you'd nod. "Im on birth control-"

"Shit, why didn't you say this sooner-" he'd grumble

# Jeno | No Condom

- As soon as you're dating he'd forgo buying condoms altogether

- he actually thinks it's weird and unnatural not to have raw sex with his girl who's both tested and loyal

- this would also spur on his breeding kink

Jeno's teeth sink into your collarbone as he fucks you roughly against the wall. Like a dog in heat, the sound of your body snapping together is the only thing that fills the entire room.

"Such a pretty slut," he'd muttered through clenched teeth. "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd have his palms locked around your neck as he watches you wrestle to stay conscious, "You only let me fuck you like this?" He'd repeat, this time with a much firmer voice.

Your lips trmeble as you say, "Only you Nono-"

"Fuck, I'm cumming-" and he would. The thought of you belonging to him being more than enough.

# Haechan | No Condom

- A menace in disguise

- For the better part of the relationship he'd entertain you and your 'we need a condom" narrative

- Boring

- He'd roll his eyes

- Until one day he just stops buying them altogether

- And then he'd throw away the condoms you kept in your house too

- And then he'd throw your birth control pills down the drain

He's whispering the most vile things into your ear as you sat on his lap, legs spread open as his fingers repeatedly stab your cunt.

His voice is low, in the way you like and your eyes are squeezed shut as you picture every filthy thing he's saying to you.

"God, Hyuck-"

"Listen to how wet you are- you want me to stick my cock inside you, huh? You wanna squeeze this tight pussy around Hyuck's cock?

"Fuck I'm, so close,' his thumb circles your clit, "I'm gonna fill you up so good, babe I promise-" you'd be done for, cumming everywhere as your body spasmed around his fingers.

"F-Fuck-"

"Great so we're on the same page then?" He'd ask,

"Huh?" You'd crane your lightheaded-head backwards, watching him with hazy eyes.

"No more condoms? We're on the same page"

"Hyuck when did i-"

"Exhibit a- he'd say, showing you his cum covered fingers glistening with your arousal.

# Jaemin | No Condom

- Jaemin considers himself a perfectly cautious guy. He is reliable and responsible, thank you very much.

- He just didn't really see much need for a condom anymore.

-He's growing tired of pulling out everytime

- He's a romantic

- He needs to feel close to you.

- When you slip up and tell him you're on birth control he's absolutely done for.

- He'd been dreaming about this since you started being intimate.

- since the thought of spurting his cum inside you had been rendering him absolutely feral

"Sorry," Jaemin said, lowering his iPad as he stared at you from across the couch, "What"d you just say?"

"I'm on birth control- hope that's okay-" your eyes would nearly fall out of your sockets as your boyfriend begins stripping right in front of you.

# Chen Le | No Condom

- He's thought about it... of course he's thought about it

- Chenle isn't too open about Sex until it's happening right in front of his eyes

- Only when the environment calls for it, would you even feel comfortable enough suggesting something so lewd

- the thing about that is, although he might not voice all his sexual interests allowed, there will be signs

"Jesus, what the fuck did you say to me?" Chenle had removed his headset, swiveling in his chair to stare at you wide eyed. From your spot on his bed you roll your eyes, as you tap away at your screen. "Oh so you're too busy gaming with your friends whenever i ask anything important. But the second I tell you I wanna feel you inside me, then you can hear me,"

Chenle's hand rushes to adjust the bulge forming in his sweatpants, lest he cums right there. He murmers in mandarin before severing the line as he rests his headsets on the table, fully gaining his attention. "Oh my god you're such a fucking slut-" he smirks as he slowly stands from his gaming chair. You swallowed thickly as he talks towards the bed. The environment being apparently perfect enough for Chenle's mouth to spew whatever it wanted.

"You wanna be my little slut huh? Just mine?"

# Jisung | No Condom

- a very shy boy

- a very perverted boy

- of course he's thought about hitting it raw before

- he's gotten off the the idea of breeding you ever since you became a couple.

- it was be the biggest thing on the forefront of his mind

"Wanna feel you- Jisungie," you were grinding yourself on his lap, prompted by his trembling hands guiding your hips on top of him. Jisung's mind was rotten with all the dirty things he'd dream about doing to you. This being at the top of his list.

"I need you inside mee-" you'd whisper in his ear, prompting him to gasp as his hips stutter upwards into yours. You could feel the size of his bulge underneath his clothes. You could feel the desperation with which he grinded his cock along your crotch, hoping for even the tiniest bit of friction.

"You wanna do me raw, Sungie?"

The second those words leave your mouth, a wet spot begins to form in his pants as he cuts accidently.

"F-Fuck-" he couldn't stop himself.

Despite this, Jisung's cock is still hard.

[zindagi-jhandwa-firbhi-ghamandwa]

In the future, we will all wear tech equipped with hyper-sophisticated AI that can always read our thoughts and moods. We won't have a choice.

These wearables will be watches, glasses, rings, necklaces, belts. And they'll project a tiny circle above your head that lets others around you know exactly how you feel. Are you angry? Spinning red ball. Happy? Slowly rotating white sphere. Lost? Purple circle with a squiggly border.

It's a nightmare at first. People can't lie anymore. The social lubricant that keeps society functioning is lost and everyone hates everyone else and is despondent because everyone else seems to hate them.

Except me because for once I can FINALLY TELL WHAT SOMEONE'S FACIAL EXPRESSIONS MEAN, FFS!