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oftenderweapons · 3 years

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Dirty ABCs | Seokjin and Angel

Grab your water because this is getting thirsty!

Pairing: Seokjin x reader/OC (Angel)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Genre: headcanons, smut, fluff

Rating: 18+, minors dni

Trigger warnings: Cockwarming, Cumshots (face, mouth, chest), Creampie, Cumeating, Bondage, Saint Andrew‘s Cross, Impact play, Nipple and clit spanking, Riding crop, Objectification, Body tray (using body as a food tray), Submission (slave) and domination, Discipline and punishment, Deegradation, Pinning, Masturbation, Oral sex, Sex toys (vibrator, nipple pumps, clamps, wrist restraints, cockrings). Mentions of threesome, mild exhibitionism and teasing in public.

Edited by Goddess Almighty, Queen Of My Heart, @joheunsaram, this is all for you, muffin 😘🥰

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Enjoy 💜✨

Aftercare: For Seokjin, aftercare is mostly a way for him to calm down and for Angel to take care of him emotionally. Angel is usually okay after a scene as long as Seokjin isn’t feeling guilty or dirty or distant. So it’s mostly her performing aftercare on him, while he prefers staying on the receiving end, getting his body scrubbed and his hair washed, or being fed while being held. He really likes being hugged while talking. He’s also into cockwarming after sex, since he feels like he’s being protected and that he’s reconnecting with his vanilla side.

Body part: TITS. Jin loves the entirety of Angel, but he has a thing for her chest. And her face. She’s so beautiful, and so clean-faced. He loves being the only one who sees her pretty face crumble in pleasure when she cums for him. Now, Angel loves Seokjin’s hands and lips. He loves watching his lips kiss and suck at any part of her body.

Cum: Seokjin loves to cum inside Angel’s mouth. When he’s feeling especially naughty, he wants to cum on her face, then get inside her and see her ecstatic expression covered in his semen as he coaxes an orgasm out of her. Angel likes cumming on his cock, mostly because of how whiny he gets when she squeezes him with her cunt; plus, once she discovers she can cum without him touching her clit, just ramming inside her, she decides that’s her new favourite way to orgasm.

Dirty secret: Seokjin wants to tie Angel up to a Saint Andrew’s Cross and use a riding crop to spank her clit and nipples. Of course he has plans to make that happen, he just needs to figure out a couple more details. Like whether he should buy a cross and then turn it into… a coffee-table? Angel wants Seokjin to use her body as a food tray, ignoring her entirely while he eats, only to turn her around and fuck her against the table once he’s done. She wants to be treated like a slave just once. Just to try.

Experience: Jin has had a couple of partners before Angel, but he never went that far. He’s always been a freak, but way too restrained to try things out. Only with Angel he realised he could get what he wanted without feeling like he was disrespecting his partner. Angel has had maybe two partners. Maybe just one — the guy who cheated on her with a girl they had a threesome with. He was a freak through and through, and it only felt natural for Angel to join him, but she’s always been a bit of a freak — and she has always known that.

Favourite position: MIS-SIO-NA-RY. For both of them. A soft go-to for romantic sex and a hard and fast jackhammering. Though there is some debate on cowgirl — especially once Seokjin starts shoving Angel on his cock.

Goofy: these two can be major goofs when having sex. It’s pretty common for them to start laughing when something is extremely out of character, but they have a special look they exchange to make sure that laughing is okay at that moment. Such an agreement came after the mood was ruined by inappropriate cackling, so they found a way to look for the other’s permission. Once one of them starts laughing, the other one follows suit. After releasing tension by chuckling, the sex turns very playful, the best expression of Angel and Seokjin’s genuine friendship and companionship.

Hair: Seokjin keeps things neat, but he doesn’t put too much effort on that. He prefers staying as natural as possible, with some trimming when the situation gets out of hand. Angel trims her hair short, she has a specific electric razor to make sure it doesn’t get long but also so she can shave comfortably and safely.

Intimacy: Seokjin aims at intimacy mostly during aftercare, when he needs to feel Angel extra close and loving. Also, on romantic nights. Sometimes he just needs to go vanilla-galore all over her, and spoil her and just… treat her like a goddess. During soft lovemaking, these two just say ‘I love you’ a lot. Most of their intimacy is unspoken and really physical rather than verbal.

Jack off: Well, there are cases where it’s strictly necessary. Though Angel does it a bit more than Jin, he still is a pro at it. He actually prefers when she’s around to do it for him, or can “assist”. He just wants to cum on her tits or her mouth. Or her face. Angel just uses toys when Seokjin is away. Or sometimes when he’s around but is feeling lazy and is not in the mood and she needs to get laid: she simply picks up her small, efficient vibrator and gets stuff done. Though sometimes Seokjin changes his mind…

Kink: Ooh… Seokjin is learning how to actually dominate. However, he already knows a couple things, like punishments, discipline, degradation and impact play. He sorts of assumes he’s into restraints too, but he’s still trying to figure that out. Angel truly enjoys power dynamics, and she absolutely adores subbing for Seokjin, especially since her ex never had the kind of authority that Jin can muster and impose on her so easily. She likes being pinned and degraded by Seokjin. She finds it extremely exciting when he grabs her and uses her a little, when he doesn’t give her a chance to fight back. She likes feeling overwhelmed by him, like she’s finally unraveling him from that polished outside that he curates so expertly. She loves being the only one that gets to feel the beastly part of him on her own body. Truth is, she’s even more proud of being the one who lets him liberate himself and finally embrace his true passion and pleasure.

Location: Their home because Seokjin is shy. But as long as there’s a flat surface and a lock on the door, he’s game. Actually — the flat surface is not truly necessary. Just wait and see. Anyway, Seokjin is super glad that Angel is almost always ready when he wants to get dirty. Most of the time he’s the one dictating when and where, and Angel is entirely okay with that. Saturday night in their apartment is code for “do not disturb, we’re smashing. Maybe across the kitchen floor so absolutely do not enter”. If they’re out in public, there’s a very low chance of Angel teasing him. If she does, she’s very subtle, and in a rather private public place. Think of a hand on his thigh while he’s driving with her somewhere. Blowing him in the bathroom of a rooftop restaurant.

Motivation: The easiest way for Seokjin to get horny is seeing Angel showing off her boobs. If she's going around the house in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts (no bra), consider her busy for the next two hours minimum. She's most definitely trying to get fucked. Sometimes she might even forgo the shirt too. Seokjin can't stand her being stressed, because of her being moody and hard to deal with, he'd much rather get some dopamine and oxytocin running through her by fucking her against the kitchen table. Especially if she's being exceedingly argumentative. However, if she's truly stressed and tired, then expect him to take the lead and try to relax her as… as deep as he can. Angel's greatest weakness is watching Jin doing the housekeeping. Cooking is excellent for sex on the counter. The laundry is freaking amazing for sex on the washing machine — even better if the machine is running. But the absolute best is when he's using the mop for the floors and she can drop her clothes and scold him for not cleaning properly. It always drives him mad and subsequently leads to Angel getting fucked exactly the way she wants.

No: Third parties in the room. Angel absolutely doesn't want to share. It's mostly due to her past experiences rather than Seokjin himself. That's her only strong no. Seokjin supports her fully and he has no interest in adding anyone to their mix. Angel is more than enough to deal with. Jin has a couple hard No’s, mostly linked with Angel teasing him in public, but also her flirting with other people. She’s rather cheeky and he gets a bit mad when she gets too comfortable with his friends. On more sexual terms, he’s still exploring; however, he already knows he’s not okay with anything considered strictly hardcore.

Oral: sloppy, hungry, fast. That's the way Seokjin wants it done. Yes he's fucking hung, but he doesn't care how much Angel takes in her mouth (throat, actually), he rewards the enthusiasm. He appreciates plenty of sucking, and encourages Angel in pumping his balls in her mouth. Angel goes insane with oral sex. I mean, have you seen his mouth? Meow, purrfect. He can make a kitty purr for sure. Angel's most definitely.

Pace: The fastest, the furiousest. This man is a fucking train. He won't stop. Till he's broken Angel through and through. Though some slow rolling of hips is used to tease and arouse and torture, and eventually to please on calmer, sweeter nights. Nevertheless, they both prefer to go as hard as possible. If they don't break they're not done yet.

Quickie: strictly limited to emergencies, but they love them. They can't have casual quickies because they usually turn on multiple rounds and torture, so they must be on a schedule, like ten minutes left before one or both of them has an appointment or has to leave. Usually that happens with Angel bent over or pinned to the wall while Seokjin goes wild all over her.

Risk: Depends. Usually no. If Angel's been naughty enough, well, Seokjin can consider. It's mostly about restaurant bathrooms, car back seats, and some very mild inappropriate touching on lifts, think of Angel standing before him, discreetly rubbing her ass against his crotch. Oh, and one backstage storage room. Once. Never gonna happen ever again.

Stamina: if I had to rate it, I'd say 8/10 solid. The point is burning out, not burning steady. The goal is running out of energy, so they don't hold back, they do their thing for however long that takes. But Seokjin can most definitely handle multiple rounds. His record is probably four, but he doesn't like going there often. Foreplay and one or two rounds is more than enough for him

Toy: a big yes for Angel. For Seokjin too once he gets used to the idea of them. Angel likes vibrators, the more unusual the better. It needs to do something that a dick can’t do, so no dildos. A big yes for breast-toys (her boobies are hella sensitive). She’s also a fan of restraints (mostly hand ones but not exclusively) and impact toys. A big toy freak. Seokjin embraces her love for cockrings (especially vibrating ones).

Unfair: Seokjin? Yes. Very. Angel won’t get to cum unless he has tortured her for at least twenty minutes. Sometimes he sets a timer and edges her until it rings. Sometimes he keeps her tied up while he cums over her body — her chest especially. He likes reminding her consistently that he is superior to her as long as the scene is going. But once it’s over, he is quick to remind her she’s his partner, his equal, and anything that happened during the scene was just an act.

Volume: Angel is super quiet. She can exercise incredible volume control — and she is particularly encouraged to do so by the fact that Seokjin can be extremely shy about his moans and grunts, keeping them on the low. Especially when going vanilla, she really needs to pay attention to spot his little whines. At some point in their relationship, she admits she wouldn’t mind him controlling himself a bit less, vocally speaking, and from there on Seokjin gets gradually less shy, finally being the loud, messy man he is in his everyday life.

Wild card: Seokjin practices impact play on pillows when Angel is not at home. Mostly to make sure his game gets really safe and good before he uses any new toy on her. Once he learns how to use a riding crop, Angel can’t stop asking for it for weeks.

X-Ray: Girth? Considerable. Length? Excessive. The combo makes it impossible to take him without a stretch. He’s a grower. Angel’s power is all in her boobs. Her ass is on the flat side, but Seokjin wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yearning: Seokjin is the usual two-rounds-on-Saturday-night kind of dude when he first gets intimate with Angel, but mostly because he thinks that’s the way it’s supposed to be. He wants it a lot more. Once they start exploring, he feels free to ask for foreplay or sex pretty much whenever he wants to. Angel is up for daily masturbation/oral sex. They either end up going kinky on Saturday night, or doing the nasty mid-week and go for some fond, soft vanilla once Saturday night rolls in. Still, they’re not the kind to go two or three nights in a row: too exhausting.

Zzz: Angel gets sleepy during aftercare, but she tries to stay up as long as possible if Seokjin doesn’t feel okay. Sometimes he notices she’s sleepy and reassures her she can fall asleep, since the greatest comfort for him is knowing that no matter how cruel he was to her during playtime, she loves him and feels safe to sleep in his arms. Oh, and he’s clingy. He spoons.

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musicnoots · 4 years

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Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Carwood Lipton/Reader

Prompt “Did you hear that?” and “Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be right back.” requested by anon

Synopsis: He cares about more than you can ever imagine.

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Curled up in a random foxhole you found while making your rounds with Eugene scrounging for supplies, you long for the moment you’re able to actually shut your eyes and drift off into slumber. You can’t recall the last time you’d actually slept through the night without running off to the call of a medic, no longer belonging to a foxhole and instead wandering from foxhole to foxhole making sure your boys were okay.

You’ll admit that things have been hard since the roads were cut and the airborne were surrounded in the Bois Jacques dead smack in the middle of winter—firefights and mortar attacks galore, not to mention that you’d run out of supplies faster than anyone would have ever thought. Your nights were spent waiting for the calls for a medic, days running in between companies seeking for medical supplies, dark rings donned the area under your eyes and you were beginning to look far from healthy as the temperature dropped below zero and the calls started to become more frequent.

“Doc.”

Your head snapped towards the direction of the voice, watching the figure approach you out of the dark.

“First Sergeant Lipton,” you greeted. You scooted to your right to make space for him, patting the dirt for him to sit.

“Last time I was here, I didn’t know I had a certain medic assigned to my foxhole,” he climbed in and settled right next to you, drawing his knees up to his chest. The moment you opened your mouth, he decided to save your apologies and wasted words for something that was worth your time. You already looked terrible to begin with, and the word spread that you weren’t sleeping in the weeks you’d been stranded in the woods. “Don’t apologize, Doc. I know.”

“Yeah.”

The night before, you had been holed up in a foxhole with Bill and Buck, wedged into the small space between them. Your lieutenant had tried to coerce you into sleeping, but the night ended with both of them being knocked out cold—Buck drooling on your shoulder and Bill fast asleep snuggled into your side until the call of a medic sent you running.

Of all the foxholes you’d taken residence in, you’d always find yourself being taken care of by the men who relied on you to make it home.

“You don’t have a blanket,” you lift your head to look up at him. He’s concerned for you, you can tell from the way his forehead creases and his lips drop into a frown.

“I know,” you said. “I gave mine to Toye. Trench foot.”

He gave a nod in understanding. “When’s the last time you’ve slept?”

You shrug. The last time you shut your eyes was in a foxhole with Chuck, who promised to get you a syrette of morphine if you slept for a good two hours. You’re still waiting on it. “I feel fine, Car.”

“I feel fine…” he muttered under his breath. “You’re good at hiding your exhaustion, Y/N. You do a lot for us. You, Eugene, and Spina. I can’t tell you how grateful we all are to have all three of you.”

You smiled in response to him. It’s not often your brothers showed gratitude, especially during these trying times. “We’ve been managing. Running low on supplies, and it’s been really tough for us.”

“Is that why I’ve been seeing you and Eugene taking turns running back and forth?” You nodded. “Thought you little boogers were playing tag. Tag, in the middle of a war! Who woulda thought?”

You smiled. “We’ve been looking for morphine and scissors...say, Lip, you don’t happen to have any? Got any syrettes? Sharp scissors?”

He laughed. “No, I don’t have any on me. Nice for trying, though.” There was a reason he wished you’d stop overworking yourself. Under all that tough skin, there was a real person who had made his Toccoa experience less miserable. Someone he’d confide in during his most stressful days, and someone who would share K rations with him on a regular basis—needless to say, Carwood missed when you weren’t working yourself to overexertion. In a way, you had become the person he was closest to in a world where nothing is fair.

“I want you to get some sleep tonight,” he said, all jokes aside. “Is there something bothering you that you can’t sleep?”

He hates seeing you so tired when you should be sleeping peacefully with the other medics. The last time he saw you well rested was back in Nuenen when you were playing with the stray kitties together.

You turned away from him, crossing your arms across your chest. “It’s nothing really.”

“Are you afraid of the dark?”

“What?” Afraid of the dark? That’s silly. “No, that’s...that’s stupid. I’ve been working in the dark for months now.”

“Then you should sleep, Y/N. Look, I know I’m not your mother, but you look dead on your feet and we can’t risk—“

“Did you hear that?”

You gripped onto your bag for dear life, eyes inspecting your surroundings for anything suspicious. The sound of bushes being brushed against had startled you shitless, and if you being severely sleep deprived was bad enough, something or someone potentially hiding out there was making matters worse and Carwood knew it.

He had his eyes looking frantically at the darkness around you, his hand instinctively grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. “Hear what?”

“Sounded like someone walking through the bushes or something. It came from...over there,” you pointed to your right, and you were sure that it came from there.

Now, Carwood knows that there wasn’t a single thing rumbling against the bushes. If anything, it was probably one of those rodents searching for whatever food they could get their hands on, but you were adamant that there had been something to spook you. “Stay here and don’t move,” he climbed out of the foxhole. “I’ll be right back.”

You nod and watch as he disappears into the dark, out of sight from the comfort of a hole dug into the Earth.

In reality, he does step out to have a quick look. The last he wants is you getting hurt because he didn’t believe you. After five seconds, he comes back without anything too concerning. “There’s nothing out there,” he says, wrapping an arm around you to rub your shoulder in reassurance. “And even if there was, I'd go to hell to fight it off for you.”

You nod, grateful. “Thank you, Car.”

He mutters a quiet Yeah before letting you curl up against his side. Your head is on his shoulder, and he takes into account the blue-ish tint of your lips amidst the unhealthy color your skin had turned after days of constantly working. You needed to sleep.

“Get some rest, Y/N.”

“But—“

“I’ll wake you up in an hour. I promise,” you nod, feeling safer than you had ever felt in the months you’d been stuck in Europe.

You end up having the first real sleep since arriving at the Bois Jacques, and you deserve it. He doesn’t wake you up in an hour like he had promised earlier and instead he lets you sleep for the entire night, falling asleep right next to you knowing that he had done his best to look out for you.

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warfear · 4 years

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what is popping, home - slices? if you’ve been in the group chat—then you are aware of my wee identity crisis : involving the dropping of three, picking up of one. don’t worry, they’ll be back! whenever i feel alive again. SO NEVER. jk. anyway… in the meantime, with the exception of odette and julian—i offer you my trashiest child (found in the dumpster behind burger king wrapped in tinfoil. * australian accent * think they were gonna throw her on the barbie… huh?) so, SEE BELOW for the 411 on this 4′11 gremlin.

INTRODUCTION.

☢ — ( KATIE DOUGLAS, AGENDER, SHE/THEM ) Trading in their tattoo gun for a chainsaw might not come easy for MINOO PEARCE. This twenty-two year old artist brings spray cans galore, divergent thinking, and a history of shoplifting to the table … but their small stature and double-dealing could drag the group down. And while their unorthodox nature might raise group morale, their arrogance might give them a few enemies. That’s the last thing anyone needs right now. Hopefully, in the apocalypse movie that’s now their life, this QUINCY PUNK will make it to the end credits.

BASICS.

born in boston, massachussets—or as i like to call it… massachuchu—minoo is the first and only child of two garbage folk. mitch & rachel pearce. devout catholics. patriotic. all - american. thoroughly unfit to be parents. only in a sexy “our daughter isn’t her own person but an extension of ourselves” kinda way. slammed like a ping pong ball between being invisible and controlled this one.

a military brat, too… meaning that no place was permanent, and boston was ditched before she could take her first step. she has lived in boise, in a small fishing town south of anchorage, and once her family spent six months in waipahu. when she was thirteen her father got a permanent position in fort elms. lucky she!

during the flashes of love and pampering (see: no autonomy) minoo was subjected to the cringe - worthy world of child pageantry. we love it when mommy lives vicariously through us! even if she aims for jonbenet ramsey… ending up with honey boo boo instead. don’t get it twisted, though—she was little miss texas during her prime (age 8). AND WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THAT. not unless you wanna get shanked * stabby motions * … side note : she still fits into her last puffy - armed dress. we don’t talk about that either.

she eventually learned to put her foot down. much to rachel’s horror. sorry not sorry, darling. minoo abandoned the gowns for band tees soon after. not as much as a speck of rogue on this honey - pie these days, just some sick, sick raccoon eyes. call it what it is… punk rock.

minoo first found her greatest passions (shoplifting and vandalism. not necessarily in that order.) when she was eleven years old. she pocketed a strawberry scented hello kitty eraser from macy’s and she has not looked back since. a habit which earned her a trip to boarding school. catholic. gag us with a spoon. side note 2 : she still fits into her middle school uniform, too.

all jokes—they’re not jokes—aside… she is not completely hopeless. in fact, she is a little miss smarty - pants. minoo got a raging hard - on for classic literature (jane austen, what’s good?) and conceptual art (richard hambleton, what’s good?). not much of a writer but one hell of a graffiti artist—most of her work can be spotted around town. some genuine, some dicks. TALENT! a good portion of her art can be found on mj herself, though. stick ‘n pokes, babes—we love to see it.

minoo is also a mother. she has a son. and he’s a really good boy. almost bigger than she is now… they grow up so fast, don’t they? his name is rusty, and he’s the cutest saint bernard you ever did see. her best friend. her only friend, really. intended to be a guard dog, my boy rusty flopped—onto the couch that is. he is a certified couch potato, something minoo can relate to. AND SHE LOVES HIM SO! the only person she’d put before herself. dog - person…

once intended to get her license. that opportunity was shot when she chose teenage rebellion over independence. you see, mj here has got herself a rap sheet longer than herself. (not that impressive all things considered.) and she takes much pride in it. which means that when daddy dearest tried to have her late teen mishaps expunged—she saw red. psychological help, i’ll get her some. now she’s twenty - two and destined to travel the world by skateboard… all because she backed the family jeep into their neighbour’s backyard. nobody was hurt, alright. dare i say yet?

SPEED RUN! got nancy spungen for a role model. saving up to run off to sacramento. hates authority yet somehow has an authority kink. adhd embodied. looks like the artwork of numerous kindergarteners. thinks attention is love. homeless by choice (nobody said she was smart… except i did.) could eat her weight in olives. anarchist without a cause. 10/10 will break into your house. took fuck the police too literally that one time. fantasises about her dad’s suicide. wants to be loved. does not want to love.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friend - o’s : i think it goes without saying that minoo is a handful. although i still think she should be allowed some buds. whether through her MANY INTERESTS (literature, art, punk rock, skating, large dogs, disappointing her parents…) or just through circumstance. she is twenty - two, and never made it to art school—* that one vine vc * way to go, paul mitch!—but she did go to fort elms high all four years. someone’s bound to know her! just give me some bitches to put up with her shit. god bless america.

parental figure : listen… she needs this. obviously! just some OLD PERSON who doesn’t tell her that she stinks and that her tattoos are ugly. she has a lifetime of trauma to make up for. we need some rachel and mitch opposites to fix that shit, alright. and stat! she intends on being dead by twenty - seven. cobain hasn’t even bit it yet, and still… she’s so ahead of her time…

enemy slash victim : she stinks. (yes, this is her dad speaking.) and is a complete fucking nuisance. if she decides you suck then she wont settle for simply knowing herself—you also have to know. really know… it’s no fun hating somebody if they don’t know it, man. just let her pull some cutesy pranks, you know? ordering half a dozen pizzas to their house, leave their number in the x - rated section of blockbuster, graffiti an ugly portrait of their ugly face on their driveway, slash their tires…

and that’s it, fellas! please love her… or else… :gun_emoji:

#ahah … i hate myself

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spacehologramcollection · 6 years

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Request; Clones with a disabled s/o.

So I wrote this request and bumped it up because I’m struggling a little. I wrote this to do with my condition because it was just a lil bit easier. If you wanted a specific condition please message me and I can rewrite for you Anon!

· Echo; He’s interested and wants to know about it. He’s going to listen and learn. He doesn’t pressurise you though, he lets you explain it in your own time and when you feel comfortable. He makes sure he makes notes of what to do in case of an emergency, what to do if you’re in pain. If you need to sleep he’ll make sure you’re in bed and safe, most of the time he’ll curl up with you and hold you close. When you have to use crutches or a stick, he’ll do as much as he can to help you. Like when you go out anyone who’s caught staring will get a lecture from Echo. Has a special selection of bubble bath for when you’re in flare up. He’ll run you a bath and help you if you need help washing your hair. He’s basically an angel and is helpful.

· Kix; Kix will learn as much as he can about your condition. He’s a medic and it is his personal mission to make sure you’re okay. His medical knowledge is useful most of the time, except sometimes it can be a bit annoying. He will sometimes overthink and presume the worse (That’s just because he loves you and is worried) he’ll insist on doing a full scan and making sure you haven’t caused an injury. After a while he learns to relax and understand you’ve lived with this for all of your life and you know what’s happening most of the time. When you do need his help though he is calm, professional with a dose of loving. If you’re in flare up he’ll make you breakfast in bed, get you as many hot water bottles as possible. Also, Kix will go with you to all your hospital appointments, your Doctor will listen because your boyfriend is a 6-foot Clone Trooper Medic and nobody going to argue with that. Massages galore! And warm baths with him.

· Rex; Rex is very protective with you. He’ll make sure you’re okay all the time. He would drive you to the hospital at 3 in the morning after staying up with you for 6 hours prior because you were in pain. He would be there at all your appointments, he will make sure you take all your tablets on time. The times you feel dizzy or like you’re about to have an accident, he’ll offer to get your chair or crutches. If you want to walk he’ll support you and help. If you can’t go much further he’ll ask to carry you. He always makes sure you’re okay with him carrying you. He’ll give you massages and get you comfort food. If you’re feeling fatigued he’ll make sure you’re in bed, he’ll stroke your hair and watch you. Not creepily he just wants to make sure you’re okay. He gets Kix to come look at you if you refuse to go to the hospital. He’ll ask Kix for advice as well.

· Wolffe; Wolffe says the stuff you don’t want to. If a guy is staring at your braces or someone is taking the piss out of how you’re walking; he’s the first to go over there and get in their face. Nobody does that to his S/O. They soon stop. He can’t cook but he gives good massages, he’ll tape up any joints that need taping and he’ll carry you if you want him to. He gives the best bear hugs but he doesn’t do it often, he gets scared he’ll hurt you and is very gentle with you. His bros know all about you and he gets people to keep an eye on you. The first instance that you need him, such as you are in hospital he will come running ASAP. If you do end up in hospital very ill he will not leave your side. Makes sure you get the best. He will stay up all night if he has to all night to make sure you’re okay or to keep you company if you can’t sleep due to pain.

· Fives; Is just straight up amazing. He makes everything so much better. If you get bad news or treatment isn’t responding or you’re having a bad pain day, he’ll always be there to cheer you up. He’ll make you whatever food you want, you’ll watch whatever you want and he’ll bring you some flowers or a teddy. He’d bring you big obnoxious balloons if you were in the hospital, because he wants something big to show how much he loves you. He lets you sleep in one of his shirts, if you’re in hospital he brings a new one each day. If he has to push you in your chair he’s totally up for it. If he catches someone snickering in front in a queue, he may accidentally run over their feet. Woops. At first, he’s nervous he’s going to trip and hurt you but that fear disappears. He’s gentle with you. Once when he found all the bruises on your arm he was worried that he’d hurt you, when you explain he’s equally worried and relieved he didn’t cause them. He will always buy you ridiculous plasters, so you end up with hello kitty plasters. He will help put your braces on, take them off and drive you anywhere you need to be. If you’re fatigued then he will nap with you. He He He gives the best hugs and kisses. Will take you to all your appointments and he is so proud of you for being so brave. He makes you feel so relaxed and helps your confidence.

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butt-puncher · 6 years

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Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged.

@oxhe thanks for tagging me (^3^)/

I tag: @girl-who-cried-sloth @md-ninja @jowanwan @jeffoverwatch @h3ll4w @safeautistickeith @lexiuno @imaydetest @catsup

Last:

Drink: jasmine milk tea w/ lychee jelly <3

Phone Call: called my dad to pick me up from school

Text Message: to a friend about online orders

Song you listened to: Slow Dance With You-Adventure Time (Extended)

Time you cried: last Saturday my dad was teaching me how to drive in the streets around other cars and I almost died lmao

Have you ever:

Dated someone twice: I haven't dated anyone at all lol

Been cheated on:

Kissed someone and regretted it:

Lost someone special: no? does friendship count?

Been depressed: yep

Been drunk and thrown up: nah

In the past year have you:

Made a new friend: ye!

Fallen out of love: uh I've gotten over crushes. I've never been “in love” before

Met someone who changed you? no

General:

How many people on tumblr do you know in real life? 5

Do you have any pets? hell yea! 2 beautiful children, a dog and cat. My dog’s name is Sharon but we call her Showi (or something like that. idk know how to spell it but it’s pronounced like xao•ee) and I shit u not my cat’s name is Kitty Meow Meow Galore

Do you want to change your name? nah

What time did you wake up this morning? 7:05 am then I lay in bed for 40 min before getting ready for school

What were you doing last night? sleepin

Name something you cannot wait for: death

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? no

What’s getting on your nerves right now? art block, my tendency to procrastinate, and the pressure to drive a car and finally become an adult™

Blood type: idk

Nickname: Ange (friends), Aggie (family), jelly (that one ho)

Relationship status: Single

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Pronouns: she/her

Favorite show: Steven Universe

College: im in high school

Hair color: Black

Do you have a crush on someone? nah

What do you like about yourself? whats there to like lol? my art skills I guess. its my only redeemable quality

Firsts:

Surgery: Nope

Piercing: I was too small to remember

Sport you joined: dance

Vacation: I think it was the Caribbean when I was 7 maybe younger

Pair of sneakers: Sketchers

Right now:

Eating: pizza

Drinking: milk tea :3

Listening to: Gimme Sympathy by Metric

Want kids? fuck no

Get married? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Career: I want to be an animator

Which is better?

Lips or eyes? eyes

Hugs or kisses? hugs

Shorter or taller? taller

Troublemaker or hesitant? hesitant

Romantic or spontaneous? romantic

Sensitive or loud? Sensitive

Hookup or relationship? Relationship

Have you ever:

Kissed a stranger: No

Drank hard liquor: Yes

Lost contacts/glasses: ye

Sex on first date: nope

Broken someone’s heart: a dude used to have a crush on me back in middle/elementary school and I rejected them

Been arrested: Nope

Turned someone down: ya

Fallen for a friend: I'm not sure

Do you believe:

In yourself? ...

Love at first sight? nope. theres no such thing as “love at first sight” just infatuation

#me

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paultoner · 4 years

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Take a Bite of Niall Candy

From dancing onstage with Charli XCX, to working almost every party you wish you were on the guestlist for, meet the London based drag queen about to push the throttle on their career.

Glitz. Glam. Galore. These are the type of words which spring to mind when you’re about to meet up with one of London’s most exciting drag queens. But it’s early Sunday evening and I find myself at a desolate pub tucked behind Granary Square in Kings Cross. The kind of place firmly left behind as London’s nightlife suffocates in gentrification. I’m surrounded by kids aimlessly trying to entertain themselves whilst their dads use the penultimate hours of the weekend to have a well-deserved catch up with good ol’ Stella Artois.

Niall Candy’s look today is rather tame, but within our unfortunately bleak surroundings, he’s as subdued as a jock-strap plastered in Swarovski crystals. His milky complexion compliments the pale pink kawaii-printed shirt he’s wrapped himself in, his eyebrows half shaven, his dark curls concealed by a beret held put by three rather large bedazzled clips. “At the moment everything has to be pink” he confesses, “the hair has to be pink, the eye makeup has to be pink. I don’t know why but if I put on anything else I don’t really want to wear it and I don’t really want to go out.” He politely turns down my offer to buy him a drink, he’s not the first boy to do so. Thankfully this time it wasn’t due to my piss-poor chat up lines, but because of a heavy night before, hosting a party at the Ned Hotel in Bank, “I basically got payed to stand around and look pretty all night, it was great.”

Essentially Niall Candy is the Clark Kent of drag (as if Superman could get any camper?) By day he’s a final year fashion journalism student at Central Saint Martins, where he’s about to embark on his final major project, “it’s a magazine basically like the Country Life, but full of drag queens.” By night, he’s one of the most innovative faces within London’s queer nightlife sphere. “I learnt a lot of my drag make-up style from my friends in Paris. The House of Morue. I lived out there for 6 and a half months” he tells me, “that’s where my boyfriend lives. And he does drag. So I kind of had my own style, then I was very inspired by their style which is very severe. Very Mugler woman. Then I took part of their style, part of what I was already doing and I think it works.”

Candy’s look has evolved from stepping out a Harajuku day dream with gentler, dainty male-drag looks, like a school boy after a growth spurt, to larger-than-life anime eyes reminiscent of a Lady Gaga, Hello Kitty inspired, shoot back in 2010. To now, a mutant woman, subverting the clichés of feminine beauty. Endearing, with a dash of sexual confusion. Carrying the elegance of a forgotten starlet spat straight out the mouth of Andy Warhol’s Factory.

Long before we felt the true effects of the Ru-pocalypse, when drag was catapulted straight into the mainstream all thanks to a little show called RuPaul’s Drag Race, Candy was already doing drag for a hot minute. Clad in pleather skirts, New Look wedged heals and a fringed wigs straight out of the bag, a fake ID was his gateway to amercing himself in the serotonin-washed bliss of the capital’s queer nightlife spaces, from Dollar Baby in London Fields and Hoxton’s East Bloc, all at the tender age of sixteen.

Growing up in Watford, he was the only out-gay pupil in a school of 2,400 students. He needed an escape from heteronormative lifestyle of mundane village reality. So he downloaded Twitter and got in contact with Smiley Vyrus, a new kid to the London drag scene at the time, who he began spending most weekends with. “I would not go to school and not say anything to anyone, get my friends to sign me in” he admits, slightly squeamish at his once irrational behaviour, “ I would just get the train straight into London and stay at someone’s house and go out for the weekend.”

Although, his now signature mug hasn’t always had a mesmeric hold, confessing many of the queens he has recently affiliated himself with didn’t recall meeting him in his premature days of drag. Partially due to his naive skill with the paintbrush, “it was terrible, like I had that brow, that Latina bam bam” gesturing at a brow arched over half of his forehead’s surface area. But for the most part, because of a four year hiatus Candy took away from the scene.

A drastic revaluation to his life choices, Niall decided to swap spending his time dating 24 year olds from North London for the books. He had a lot of catching up to do. For all those days in his first year of sixth form spent with a lipstick or a glass of champers in his hand as opposed to a pen, dedicating all his free time toward his studies, even missing close friends’ eighteenth birthday parties in preparation for his A-Level exams.

Speaking of eighteenth birthdays, it was only shortly after his when Niall’s family decided to emigrate to Canada, “I really didn’t want to do drag when I first got out there because I needed to like find a friend” he says, before breaking into an embarrassed giggle. Thankfully, he only spent a year across the Atlantic before returning back to London in time to enrol for Central Saint Martins, and reintroduce himself to all the pretty thrills of his drag closet.

Two years into validating drag as a viable career path, it’s only been within the last few months that the cheques have begun to write themselves, “those queens who think RuPaul has made [drag] a very acceptable thing to do, they’re the ones who think they’re gonna become instantly famous and make all that money straight away. I can tell you from experience, I’ve been doing drag consistently full time for 2 years, maybe 3 years? I don’t know it all rolls into one, enough drunken nights it’s just like a blur. I’ve only in the last 6 months started to make money. Like enough that I can actually survive.”

And who better to continue your drag journey with than your boyfriend? Although Candy isn’t quick to shrug off accusations of jealousy, “we both decided to do drag stuff at the exact same time, and now sometimes it’s a jealous motivation” he admits, “If you’re gonna look good. then I’m gonna look good as well. It pushes us both to work a lot harder, its two brains instead of one, I never have a look that I don’t run past him first.” He speaks of Timothy through a particular tenderness, a genuine admiration. Throughout our discussion this evening, I’m arrested by Niall’s sincerity. He gives me hope that once you get through a drag queen’s tough outer shell, they’re surprisingly sweet on the inside.

“He’s quite genuine in a city full of fakes, I’ve always been struck by his kindness”, says Bailey Slater, a fashion journalist who first met Niall at age fourteen, waiting in line for a Charli XCX gig, “he’s always been a great person to get advice from, a real sweet soul.”

Niall speculates a supportive family network is at the route of his kindred spirit. Raised on a random stew of Cher, Gwen Stefani and Dolly Parton “In our house Dolly is held to a level of godliness”, his brother, eleven years senior of Niall, played a key role in paving his queer influences. “My brother made me watch Party Monster when I was a child child, and my parents lost their shit” he recalls, “he is very pro-gay, very pro-LGBT. The way he said it to me, as soon as he realised I was going to be gay, which it was no secret, he tried to educate himself as much as he could.” His parents are equally as supportive, as he jokes about a birthday post his mum wrote for him on Facebook were she only posted pictures of him in drag.

His passion for drag is potent. From throwing a sash around his head pretending to be Cilla Black as a child, to today, telling me plans of heading to America to escape the crippling restrains of being a queen in London, it’s unequivocal that he’s destined to make it. He has that dreamboat charm, with a twinge of awkwardness, the primal ideal of creative integrity, with common decency.

We walk to Euston station together, casually talking dreams of owning breast plates and plastic surgery wish-lists, I’m halted in query, “how do you plan to manage your double life? Balancing a full time drag career with hopes of also making it into the fashion industry. ” He ponders, “I honestly don’t know, but in the least cocky way possible, I want this so much that I will get it. I deserve everything.”

#unpublished

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leonbastralle · 7 years

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I Am The Mother Of Reply Dragons

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I didn't, if you click on the NSFW tag it will pop up a notification saying "being reviewed" or "deemed NSFW".

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You will get the notification. I think.

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I know guys...I know. She’s too much.

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shall do

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The Flare kids are so stunning this generation

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