#you should see what color my eyelids are
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would love to explain how caffeine works not by supplying energy but by depriving your cells of the capacity to FEEL tired. would also love to explain how caffeine evolutionarily came about as a heart exploding pesticide. as a whole I spend most of my passing glimpses into your life in genuine fascination. damn bitch you live like this but appraisingly.
erryone wants to study me like a bug
but yeah nah the only way to gain energy is to rest and im incapable of turning off
i dont usually actually drink that much caffeine unless im being forced to like
work in less than ideal circumstances (overtime, while sick, etc)
cause i AM trying to work on my sleep hygiene but im a severe insomniac with 0 circadian rhythm and all i want to do all the time is sleep
i just straight up cant, and when i do its for maybe two hours at a time
so being able to not feel tired is fine even if i secretly am so so so so so fucking tired
#you should see what color my eyelids are#actually the best sleep ive ever gotten is when ive gotten covid shots#my body has no clue what to even do with that so i just pass the fuck out#god id love to sleep#cant do sleep meds cause its way too risky with diabetes#plus sleep meds are only really a temporary solution to help with the sleep hygiene#currently me and my therapist are working on making me associate my bed with only sleep#so instead of lying awake in my bed i try for 20-ish minutes to sleep and if it doesnt work i get up again and do something low energy#like reading a boring book or something that doesnt have a backlight or need excess amounts of thinking#plus using like chamomile tea and stuff#i havent noticed a difference but like im not expecting immediate improvement or nothin
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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.
PART I
Bangchan x reader. (s)
Too Hot To Handle Masterlist
Synopsis: You and Chan become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (15,7k words)
Author's note: Pls send my birthday wishes to your boyfriend. As always, enjoy and feel free to vent in my inbox :)
CHRIS: Nah, I wouldn't say I'm a playboy [shyly laughs] My best feature? My body [Shows off abs] I'm joking, [laughs] it's my dimples [smiles] I don't have a type. Looks are relative but there has to be a strong physical attraction [Smiles]
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In this sunny weather, it wouldn't take long for Chan to get some color on his pale skin.
A little tan will help to make his sculpted abs more defined, especially on camera. He's been working out diligently to present his best look for this show.
Lust Island.
What possibly could this show be about? If he should draw any clues from the name of the show itself, he guesses there'll be physical contact involved in a pleasurable way.
The real reason he joined the show is not solely that he wants to get some action. He can get them anytime, anywhere when he wants to.
Bangchan wants to put himself out there and explore things outside of producing music. He wants to push himself out of his comfort zone. By comfort zone, he means his studio.
Once Bangchan puts his swimming trunks on though, he prepares himself, mentally and physically as his name gets called. It's his turn to enter the villa.
When he thinks about it again, it's not the first time he gets to be filmed, and being in front of the camera, there's no use for him to be nervous.
Bangchan laughs at his cowardly thought and puts on a perfect posture, standing straight and broadening his shoulders that are as wide as the Pacific Ocean.
Bangchan is right to be confident about himself because the girls like what they see when he walks in.
There are four of them waiting by the standing table with bottles of champagne in buckets of ice.
The other male guests are no competition to him, a few inches of height difference is nothing when he's confident with his looks.
He goes to introduce himself, giving side hugs to the male and a kiss on the cheek to the female guests. He does his trick to leave a lasting impression by holding their hands and looking them in the eyes as he says his name.
"You can call me Chris," he says with a smile.
She flutters her eyelids at him, a way to get his attention, and says her name, "I'm Lola!"
Lola is a gorgeous, dark-haired girl who speaks like she's half moaning, some men dig it but Chan, not really.
Chan turns to the other female guest and does the same, "Chris," he shortly introduces himself.
"Jane," she introduces back with a thick British accent and it's good to know that he's not the only one who owns pale skin.
"Love the accent," she says with a smile that showcases her perfect white teeth.
"Likewise," he immediately replies and grabs himself a glass of wine.
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CHRIS: This is the first I have been surrounded by this many beautiful people in one place.
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To say that he's not the slightest bit attracted would be a lie.
But there are only two of them for now and there'll be more to come, hopefully, there'll be one that attracts him. For now, there's not enough attraction.
However, Lola is refilling his glass without him asking and checking him up and down, doing it not so subtly only tells him that she's attracted to him.
"Thank you," he mutters and has a toast with her.
Two more female guests are entering the villa, one is a stunning blonde with dazzling blue eyes and the other is a tall goddess with golden skin.
The boys are howling in excitement as the selection has expanded. Chan, trapped in the corner with Lola, waves his hand at them.
The blond girl approaches her to hug him, "I'm Dani."
"Chris," he introduces with a smile.
"Australian, huh?" She guesses.
"Guilty!" He says, "What about you?"
"I'm Spanish," she answers which explains the sheer accent in her English, and proceeds to say something in her native language to him.
Once again, Chan doesn't have a type but hearing Dani speak in Spanish does something to him.
"You have no idea what I'm saying, right?" She asks with a flirtatious smile.
"Not at all," he honestly answers and bursts into laughter.
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CHRIS: Dani is undeniably gorgeous and so is Alicia, so is Lola, so is Jane... [chuckles]
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Another two male guests enter and one of them is sucking all of the female's attention with a nice body, nice teeth, and a height that Chan doesn't have. But he wouldn't let it belittle him. Physical appearance is nothing without skill and Chan has both.
Everyone is waiting for the last guest to arrive and his glass is magically full again, he turns to the side to see Lola smiling at her.
Chan takes the bottle from her to refill her glass for her, he gets interrupted by the loud cheer of everyone welcoming the last guest into the villa.
"Hi, you sexy bunch!" You greet.
The guy standing next to him, who he believes his name is Iain, puts his hand on his shoulder and gushes at the sight of you, "Man, she's so hot!"
Chan agrees with him. He notices the confident strides and a scintillating smile, he likes seeing those things on a girl.
You start going around, introducing yourself with a cheek-to-cheek kiss at the end of the introduction. When it gets to his turn, Chan is already prepared to impress you.
You lean in close as you ask his name, "Hi, what's your name?"
Chan is gobsmacked by the strong eye contact you're making with him, making him lose his train of thought for a while.
"Chris," he answers.
You let out a soft laugh and lean in closer, "Sorry, can you tell me again?"
He understands that you can't really hear him with everyone chatting to each other all at once mixed with the sound of the waves crashing in the background.
It comes to his advantage to lean in close to your ear and tell him his name, "It's Chris."
"Nice to meet you, Chris!" You say but instead of a cheek-to-cheek kiss, you put your hand around his neck and pull him for a quick hug.
The hug only lasts for a few seconds but he's happy with what he got. He agrees that physical appearance doesn't matter much but your body, oh... it's enough to send his mind wanders so far off from his head.
"Gorgeous!" He calmly beams, it sounds strange because it doesn't match the excitement he has when he looks at you.
Chan doesn't want to come on strong on the first meeting, he knows that he has a lot of time to get to know you and vice versa.
"Thank you," you mutter with a smile.
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CHRIS: Bright eyes, cute smile... I think I finally found my type. [Grins]
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Chan hurriedly grabs the bottle of champagne the second he sees you grab a glass. He delightfully fills your glass with the bubbly wine.
"What a gentleman!" You exclaim with a smile.
He fills the glass just right to not overflow it, "The bar is that low, huh?"
You lift the glass but not taking a sip yet, "I usually go for the bad boys," you share.
Chan is aware that he doesn't have the typical look of a bad guy, that would be Jace with his sleeve tattoos and pierced eyebrow. He feels the need to show you that sometimes what's inside doesn't match with the exterior.
He fiercely looks at you and refills his glass next, "I don't look like one?"
You seem to hesitate to give him an honest answer, "Oh, well..."
Chan tips his head to the side and holds intense eye contact with you, "I can be bad if I want to."
"Yeah?" You say with a tone that sounds a little condescending to him.
That only motivates him to prove you wrong but he keeps his calm and shrugs in response.
You bring your glass close to your mouth and ask, "How bad?"
He grins and runs his tongue along the front row of his teeth, he takes a sip of his wine to make you wait for an answer.
"Why don't you find out?" He dares you with a sly smile.
One corner of your mouth raises higher than the other, forming a killer smirk on your face. You clink your glass with him and say, "Can't wait to find out!"
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CHRIS: The eyes, Gosh! There was so much eye contact, it feels like a foreplay already [laughs]
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Chan has no clue how the show is going to play out.
Is everyone going to mingle with each other and be free to do whatever they want for the next 30 days? It's possible because everyone is of age and signed the same contracts but he doubts it'll be that easy. It's a TV show, there's always a catch.
The day continues with a tour around the villa, everyone has seen the swimming pools and the small workout area down the beach so it's time to check inside.
Weirdly, everyone is excited about sharing the bedroom, probably because there are five beds and there are ten of them which means, everyone has to find a bed partner.
Chan's eyes dart at you who's sitting on the other bed with Luke, leaning back with your elbows propped against the mattress.
"Oh, it’s nice and quiet," Luke says, testing the bed by rocking it.
You're laughing as your hands fly to your chest, stopping your breasts from bouncing along with the bed.
While everyone else is joining in on the waves of laughter, Chan is busy assessing who else has their eyes on you. Iain is an easy guess but you'll go for someone like Jace, so he has to keep an eye on him too.
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CHRIS: My eyes are set on a girl and uh... it's hard not to look at her so I refuse– [laughs] I refuse to share a bed with anyone else but her.
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The boys are gathered on the beach and Chan doesn't know for what reason. He sits on the wooden bench next to Pierre with his blonde hair shining under the bright sun.
"Okay, let's cut the chit-chat!" Jace says.
His tattoed index finger is pointing at Luke, "You go first. Who's your number one?"
"Dani. Absolutely, Dani," Luke answers without a beat, and that only shows how keen he is to win her.
It's an open war, Chan reckons but it's good to know who he's up against so he can set a strategy and try to win.
It's Iain's turn and he simply answers, "Dani!"
So that means Chan's guess is incorrect yet it doubts him if Iain has no interest in you.
Sitting next to him, Pierre answers, "Alicia!"
Pierre then uneasily glances at Luke as he also chooses the same girl with him, "But also, Dani."
Luke scoffs at him and says, "She's cute, I know."
"Please, stop glaring at me!" Pierre jokingly says.
So far, there are three votes for Dani and that's not a surprise, she's one hell of an attractive girl, it just happens that she's not quite caught his attention like you do.
Pierre nudges Chan with his elbow, "Your turn, Chris!"
Chan confidently announces your name as his first choice and says it with a tint of possessiveness as if you were already his. He wants to let them know that he's going for what he wants and no one is going to get in between.
"What do you guys think of Lola?" Jace asks with a shit-eating grin.
Despite the tattoos that cover most of his back and chest, Jace is grinning as he asks everyone about his choice of girl.
"Lola is... Lola is cute," Chan says while rubbing his hands together in front of him.
Pierre agrees with him and nods, "Yeah, she's cute."
"I like Lola," Jace coyly admits.
Jace claps his hands together and points at the three men who are going for the same girl, "I see we have three men in a competition for Dani," he says.
Luke half-heartedly agrees, "The three of us are different so..."
It's a relief that Chan doesn't have any competition or that's what it seems, but he gets curious about the three men.
"Are you guys comfortable stepping on each other's toes?" He asks in pure curiosity.
"As long as Pierre doesn't step on me," Iain chimes in with a laugh, "Just look at his feet!"
All of them burst into laughter as Pierre lifts both feet into the air, showing everyone how big they are. He's a basketball player so that explains but Chan indeed doesn't want to be stepped on by those feet.
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CHRIS: I say good luck and... may the best man win.
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There's time left until everyone has to get ready for the welcome party tonight.
Chan can't relax yet just because he's the only one going after you. Two out of those three men will eventually have to choose another girl and he can't just leave it to luck, he needs to make some moves.
He goes to the dressing room only to find Lola and Jane in there, talking while fixing their make-up. Chan feels like interrupting so he goes to the bathroom next even though he's not sure he'll find you there.
He was too haste to think so, he finds you there leaning close to the mirror and dabbing lip balm on your plump lips. The shape your body takes as you bend over the sink, oh... he reminds himself to calm down.
"Hi," he sweetly greets you.
You see him through the reflection in the mirror and greet him back, "Hi!"
He walks over to the sink and leans his side against it, "How are you?"
You slowly turn to the side facing him while capping the tube of lip balm in your hand, "I'm good, great. You?
"Never been better," he answers.
You softly smile and put the lip balm back into a pouch, "So... What do you think going to happen tonight?"
The possibilities are endless but Chan settles on the simplest answer that fits his agenda, "What's going to happen is you and I share a bed."
You crack a low laugh and put one hand against the sink, "You want us to share a bed?"
But what he needs to hear is your answer, "What do you think?"
You consider it for a moment then say, "We'll see."
That's not an answer he wants, it's not even close to enough. Sure, Chan can play it cool but that's not who he is. Returning from the depth of his thoughts, he notices that you're checking him out from head to toe and doing it not so subtly.
Your eyes travel down his body and the next minute, you trap him in your eyes again.
"Are those real?"
"What?" He asks in confusion.
"Those abs," you say with a shy laugh.
He likes a confident girl but seeing you getting shy is endearingly cute.
"Who knows? It could be cake?!" You joke.
"Pinch it then!" He playfully dares you.
You hesitate for a moment, then gently put your fingertips on the sculpted muscles on his stomach and gasp in awe, "I can't even pinch it."
Keep running your fingertips on his skin and you playfully say, "It's so hard."
Standing this close to you with your hands on me is doing things to him. Chan swallows air and tries to keep it cool, "If you keep feeling my abs, I'm afraid it won't be the only thing that's hard."
You giggle yet you run your fingers down his abdomen, only stopping when they meet the waistband of his swimming trunks. He gets the urge to touch you in return and without needing to command, his hand automatically flies to your waist.
In this proximity, he can smell the fruity scent of your lip balm, sweet and enticing, making him want to taste it on your lips.
"Are you a good kisser?" He asks with his voice suddenly turning lower.
You slightly tilt your head to the side and flutter your eyelashes at him, "Why don't you find out?"
It's so attractive of you to say those words back to him in a low, sultry voice and make them weapons to weaken him. Just so you know, it works.
Chan bites his lower lip, impatient to crash them against yours. He puts his hand on the arch of your back, then slowly leans in closer, closer...
The sound of people coming to the bathroom shatters the moment, you laugh it off and gently push him away, "Try again later," you tell him.
You stop by the doorway and turn to look at him to add, "Only if you're lucky."
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CHRIS: That! Right there! That's my type. [Nodding]
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The boys are going down to the beach where the party is held.
The theme is Welcome to The Jungle and he dressed as his spirit animal, wolf. He shouldn't feel silly as everyone is also dressed in animal costumes.
The boys each take a glass of drink to fuel up for the night. Jace is the one leading by raising his glass high in the air, "Let's have some fun tonight!" He shouts.
Everyone else is following suit, raising their drinks high in the air and having a toast,
The contestants are only allowed to have three drinks max in one day so Chan doesn't need to worry about getting drunk. one drink is already enough to give him the courage to make a move on you tonight.
"There they are!" Luke says, pointing to the girls making their way down the stairs that lead to the beach.
Chan spots you right away, dressed in a costume of a bird with colorful fur and a pair of majestic wings. Suddenly, he feels like flying toward you.
He couldn't be any faster to get to your side and compliment you, "You're so beautiful!"
You brightly smile and make a pose for him, "Do you like it?"
"Spin for me!" He orders.
You do what he says, spinning on your feet and giggling as you almost stumble on your own foot.
Chan offers his hand to help you steady yourself and grins, "One beautiful love bird, aren't you?"
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CHRIS: I'm on the hunt tonight! [Howls] [Laughs]
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The music starts playing and everyone gets together in the middle, either dancing or drinking, or both. Chan can't keep his hands off of you ultimately because he was so close to getting a taste of it.
But that's okay, he likes playing this game of push and pull with you. He may have let you out of his arms but never out of his sight, you're only going as far as he let you.
Everyone is excited, a little tipsy, and sexually charged just in time to continue with a game. Lola takes the center and explains how the game works.
"Since we're all dressed like the animals we are..." she gets interrupted by Jace as he roars and bangs on his chest like the animal costume he's wearing.
"Each one of you will take turns to stand here then do your mating call and if any of you animals is attracted," she pauses to look at everyone before continuing, "You can kiss, bite, grab... whatever you want to do!"
It's an easy game to play and everyone is more than ready to answer some mating calls. Since Lola has taken the spot, she plays with her bunny ears and cutely hops on her feet like a rabbit but mewling like a cat.
Chan turns to Jace who's making eyes at her, crawling and walking like the animal he is dressed in, he playfully climbs her body and kisses her neck.
The others are responding with cheers and hoots, watching them going at each other's faces in front of them. It gets everyone impatient to take their turn.
The game is heating when Dani takes her turn, he can see that the three men in competition are getting ready to take their chance to kiss her and perhaps, try to be the best kisser of all.
Dani doesn't do a mating call of sorts, she just stands there and simply says, "Come and get it!"
Pierre dashes to get to her first and earns the first smooch, Iain and Luke are steadily waiting for their turn to kiss. While everyone else is enjoying the raunchy moment, Chan prepares himself because your turn is next. His eyes are following you as you walk to the appointed spot and turn to face everyone, you're laughing in giddy before trying to whistle as loud as you can.
Chan immediately gets up from his seat, but he hears a terrible lion roar from the other direction and sees Iain make his way to you.
He knows Iain still has an interest in you, but this will be his first and the last kiss he gets from you. He glares at Iain as he walks back to his seat.
Ignoring the rage inside him, Chan puts on his vicious eyes and shows his teeth, taking you by surprise as he sinks his teeth into your right breast, then your neck, and finally, your lips.
Iain kind of ruined this first kiss moment but Chan reminds himself that he'll not let anything get in the way of what he wants and this is what he wants. He holds your face with both hands and presses his lips on yours, he greedily kisses you and tugs your lips between his teeth before letting go.
Jace howls the loudest for him as Chan returns to his seat with a triumphant smile, he can taste the win on your lips, he can tell you fancy him more than Iain.
Chan finally takes his turn after Luke and he knows what he needs to do, he's going to howl like a wolf calling for you. He looks at you and says, "Come on!"
You're slyly smiling at him, pretending not to want to come forward but he knows, he knows you want to.
"I know you want it," He fiercely says, addressing you with his eyes.
You get up and break into running at him, not stopping until your body crashes into him in which he gladly welcomes you into his arms.
This is his chance to redo the first kiss so he kisses you, a little gentler than the previous one yet with the same passion. He puts his hands around your waist and without letting go of the kiss, he hoists you, then wraps your legs around his waist.
You yelp in surprise, but that only allows him to slip his tongue into your mouth and kiss you deeper as he holds you tightly.
"I'm going to take this bird home," he says after the.
Chan carries you back to your seat like the winning prize you are. He then silently glances at Iain with a bragging smile plastered on his face.
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CHRIS: That's right, everyone. Kindly take your hands off of her because she's mine!
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A lady walks in and Chan assumes she's the host of the show. She smiles and waves at everyone before talking, "Is everyone having fun?"
Everyone answers with a loud cheer and whistles, showing the host a lot of excitement. They're partying, drinking and they got to grab or bite or kiss, nothing to complain about.
"Okay, okay, I hear you all!" She responds with a knowing laugh.
She claps her hands together and turns on her feet to show a big box behind her, "If you look here, I have a surprise..."
Everyone is cooing in curiosity at the sight of it. Looking at the size of the box, it's safe to say that it fits a person inside.
The host has to wait for everyone to calm down to continue talking, "I am excited to announce that we have a surprise visit to start the show and make it special!"
Jace is whooping the loudest while the girls are whispering, wildly guessing by throwing famous people into the sentences.
"Are you ready to take the party to the next level?" She asks everyone.
"YEAH!!!" Everyone collectively answers.
"Okay then!" She flicks her fingers as a cue, then steps aside.
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CHRIS: Whatever it is. Whoever it is. I'm ready. Give it to me!
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Chan turns to look at you and asks, "What do you think?"
You shake your head and grin in excitement, "I don't know but it's exciting!"
Everyone is craning their necks and waiting in anticipation as they turn the lights around the box for a dramatic entrance. The door of the box is swinging opening little by little, it's dark to see what's inside, and then the thing inside lights up and chimes.
"OH! FUCK NO!!!" Dani screams and covers her face with both hands.
Chan turns to the side to look at you and you look as devastated as Dani, "You got to be kidding me!" You mutter under your breath.
He looks around and it seems like he's the only one who doesn't get a grasp of what's truly happening. He looks at the cone inside the box again and confusingly asks, "Is that... a speaker?"
You shake your head and whine, "No... It's Lana!"
Lana who? And why is everyone looking either mad or devastated? Would it be embarrassing if he told everyone that he doesn't watch TV or streaming movies like most people?
"Hello and welcome to the retreat!" The cone speaks which Chan has just learned is named Lana.
"You have been specially selected because you are all choosing meaningless sex over genuine relationships," she continues.
Luke gets offended and coughs, "Welp. She's not wrong."
"The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper emotional connections in your personal relationships."
Lola brushes her hair to the back in frustration and groans, "But I don't want that!"
"As always, there are conditions to your stay here. You must abstain from sexual practices for the entirety of your stay."
It takes Chan a minute to process that. On the contract it says that he'll spend a month shooting the show, he does the math in his head and his mouth hangs open.
"Nah, nah, nah," Pierre repeatedly chants in denial.
Lana continues with a list of things everyone can't do in the retreat, "No kissing."
You drop your head on his shoulder at the mention of that and mewl.
"No heavy petting."
Jace drops onto his knees and rests his head on Lola's knee.
"No sex of any kind."
His ears perked and his head snaps in your direction, he gets why you're devastated because now he's just as devastated.
"This also applies to self-gratification."
Jace groans like he's in indescribable pain with his head tilts up looking at the night sky.
"What does that mean?" Jane innocently asks.
"No masturbating," Chan answers to her since everyone else is too busy mourning on their own.
"No–No flicking the beans, you mean?" She asks with eyes widening in horror.
Chan nods in sympathy and he can feel the agony already. He surely can pass a month without having sex but not getting a release from touching his own body, that's the sadistic part of it all.
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CHRIS: I never... I don't think I can go for weeks without— [drops head] [sighs]
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"I don't think I can do it," You mutter to him with a painful smile.
Jace is being dramatic once again by saying, "I want to call my mom and tell her to come pick me up."
The tattoos and piercings on his body aren't really reflecting Jace's inner self. It shows an example that a true bad boy doesn't necessarily have to look like it.
Lana cuts off everyone's moans and groans with further announcements.
"As part of your social development, I have allocated a prize of $200,000."
That gets everyone in spirit again and Jace immediately sits back on his seat next to Lola, "Cancel it. No need to call my mom!" He shouts at no one.
With that much money, Chan starts to think of things he can buy with it, some producing kits, a new sofa for his studio, and a recording mic he's been wanting to buy. His train of thought is derailed when Lana continues talking.
"Each time the rules are broken, money will be deducted from the prize fund."
Okay, that's so presumptuous of Chan to think that he'll win that money remembering that he's in a retreat with other horny people. There's no way that the amount of money will stay the same at the end of the retreat.
"Welcome to the retreat!" Lana concludes and leaves with another chime.
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CHRIS: I met Lana and I understand why everyone is fuming [Laughs]
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The night takes a hard turn and ends the party for good.
To give the girls time to change because they need more time with the make-up and costumes, the boys are lounging outside by the terrace.
"Oh, there she is!" Iain points at the cone that is now put in every corner of the villa.
Luke leans into the cone and commands, "Lana, go away!"
Chan bursts into laughter and leans back in his seat, "Dude, she's not Siri!"
Pierre is too big to sit on the armrest of the sofa, Chan makes a space for him and tells him to sit there.
"Who's going to sleep with who?"
The three competing guys are looking at each other, it's still unclear which one of them Dani is going to choose.
"Why don't we let them choose?" Jace calmly says that he knows for sure that Lola is going to sleep with him.
And Chan has nothing to worry about because he knows you're going to choose him.
The boys take their pick of bed and Chan chooses the one in the corner next to the big window. He's lying on the bed with hands tucked behind his head, waiting for the girls to come into the bedroom and choose their bed partner.
Alicia comes first and she seems to have made up her mind on the bed next to him which is Pierre's bed.
Chan turns to the side and says, "Nice one, bro!"
Pierre gives him a fistbump as a sign of victory and makes space on the bed for Alicia.
Lola is the next one and it's just what he expected, she jumps onto Jace's bed in which Jace enthusiastically waits with his open arms.
The time he's been waiting for is here, he sees you coming into the bedroom dressed in a cropped white top and shorts.
You're still beautiful to him with a bare face and your hair is down, his heart is beating faster and faster as you make your way to his bed.
Chan takes his hands away from under his head as you climb onto the bed, then pats the space between his legs, "Come here, baby!"
You crawl to him and sit where he asked you to, between his legs with your back resting against his chest. Chan wastes no time to cage you in his big arms, then buries his nose in your neck to drink in your heavenly scent.
His hand accidentally brushes over your breasts and despite that it's accidental, he can see that you're not wearing a bra underneath.
"I usually sleep naked," he shares with you.
You slightly turn your head to the side to meet his eyes, "Me too."
Chan, having not yet processed that he's in a sex retreat is not aware that information will most likely do him no good.
"Are you a good cuddler?" You ask.
He nuzzles his nose into your hair, "Oh, you're in for a treat!"
You comfortably rest your head on his shoulder as he slips his fingers into your hands and intertwines them together, resting them on your stomach afterward.
It suddenly turns quiet when Dani enters the bedroom and Chan is enjoying the drama about to unfold in front of him. He and Pierre exchange glances at each other. Now that Pierre has dropped out of the competition, that leaves Dani with two options left, Luke or Iain.
But it's clear that Dani has come to a decision to share the bed with Luke as she casually gets on his bed, "I'll sleep here," she says.
That leaves Iain with no choice but to sleep with Jane.
"Goodnight everyone!" Jace sweetly says to everyone in the room the second the lights are off.
It's a long day and he's still processing everything that happened but it's all worth it because now, he's sleeping next to you.
Chan puts his hand on your waist and pulls you close until your back meets his chest. He likes how your body molds perfectly into his and you snuggle more against his body, your ass rubbing against his crotch. Intentionally or not, he'll eventually get hard because of you.
You put your hand on his jaw and softly kiss his cheek, "Goodnight!"
He places a long kiss on your cheek in return, "Goodnight!" He says, adding a quick kiss on your shoulder after.
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CHRIS: I don't even know if I'd be able to sleep next to a hot girl and not do anything. [Shakes head]
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It's morning but the lights aren't on yet.
Chan makes use of the absence of light by cuddling you under the cover, putting his hand around you, and pressing kisses on your bare shoulder, then down your arm.
He hears you humming then softly rubbing your hand on his forearm.
Chan puts his mouth close to your ear, "You're awake?"
You don't say anything but lowly hum as his hand glides down your thigh and gently squeezes on the flesh. Then you turn your head at him and with eyes still closed, you lowly speak, "Nice."
He quietly laughs because you're slurring your words, "What?" He asks.
You turn your head around to whisper it to him so everyone else can't hear it, "Your morning wood."
Chan completely forgot about it but it's too late to hide it, you're probably been feeling his morning wood poking at your ass cheek for a while now. He takes his hand away from your thigh and rests it on your stomach.
"Now I kind of want to see it," you playfully say with a sly smile.
"Mmh... don't worry, you'll see," he seductively whispers to you.
Thankfully, the lights are on and Chan has time to tame his morning wood before he has to start the day.
The cone perched on the small glass table lights up and chimes, "Good morning, everyone!"
It only reminds Chan of the torment he puts himself in. He chooses to stay lying on his bed while you sit against the headboard of the bed with his hand resting on your thigh.
"A reminder that you're no longer in Lust Island and this is the first day of your retreat. Enjoy!" Lana keeps his morning greeting brief yet painful.
Luke groans with a pillow covering his face, "This is like... a nightmare."
Sure, it's hard to stay sexless for a whole month but to say this a nightmare when he sleeps next to a beautiful girl like you, Chan disagrees.
The day starts with working out at the beach with Pierre and he's doing his last rep of push-ups when Jace joins them. He's picking up a dumbbell and groans even before he picks it up.
"I don't know about you but I couldn't sleep much last night," Jace says.
Pierre laughs at him, "Wait, wait, are you—"
"Nah," Jace instantly denies, "I'm just waiting for someone to break the rule first."
Chan sits on the mat with his body coated in sweat, "I bet my money on Luke."
Pierre and Jace hoots at the same time, then slapping each other's chests, "Oh, yeah, damn!"
"Don't you laugh! You're close on second, Jace!" Chan says to him, almost falling over to the back as he laughs.
The hilarity ensues even after Jace starts lifting his dumbbells while standing, facing the vast blue sea.
"What about you, Aussie boy?" He asks.
Chan shields his eyes from the sun with his hand, "What about me?"
Jace shoots him a sly smirk, "Hey, I know, I see everything."
"Oh, yes, yes, he's all over her," Pierre eggs in just to tease him.
Chan glares at him and points his finger at him, "Watch out. I'm sleeping next to you!"
Pierre holds in his laughter, "I won't tell if you don't tell."
Everyone's curiosity is about to get fulfilled as Lana calls everyone to gather in the cabana. Seeing you for the first time after this morning, looking so stunning in a black bikini.
He sits right next to you at the end of the curved sofa with Lana already sitting right in the center of the wooden table.
"I'm nervous," Lola says, even though Lana hasn't come online yet.
Then comes the melodic chime and everyone gets tensed all at once. Seeing everyone nervous, makes Chan nervous too so he puts his arm around you to comfort him.
"Hello, everyone!" Lana begins.
There are various answers but everyone is half-heartedly replying to her.
"You were brought here to form deeper emotional connections and last night, you were given strict rules to adhere to."
Lana sounds not pleased and Chan wonders if anyone has broken the rules yet. He knows for sure that you and him are not breaking any so he scans to spot any guilty faces.
"Those rules forbid sexual contact of any kind. Regrettably, a few minutes later there was a breach of the rules," Lana informs.
"Ooh..." A few people coo in response.
Chan continues his search for guilty faces, his bet is still on Luke but it could be anyone.
"Does this mean it was last night?" Jane asks, looking the most innocent out of the bunch.
Jace slyly laughs and looks at everyone, "Okay, so, who did it?"
Now Chan is not the only one on the hunt for the guilty ones. Everyone is trying to see what is not visible to the naked eye.
Not long after, the first culprit starts to show herself. Dani is shaking her leg too much and trying not to look everyone in the eyes. The calm on her face gradually falters with each passing second.
"You're smiling," Pierre points out and everyone's attention is turned to her.
Dani can't keep her calm anymore and decides to come clean, "Yeah, it was me."
"Oh, shit!" Jace yells, representing everyone else in the group.
"With whom?" Lola asks.
Dani shakes her head, "I'm not going to name names," she says with a cryptic smile.
Now everyone is wondering who kissed Dani between Luke and Iain, the whole thing turns into a detective game. Who kissed Dani?
"Nope. It's not me," Iain confesses right away and the suspicion is directed at the last person left on the list.
Everyone is only waiting for Luke to admit it and you shift on your seat as immersed in the moment as...
"It was me," you come forward with your hand raised.
It takes him more than a moment to collect himself and convince himself that he heard it right. You have just confessed as the one who kissed Dani last night.
Jace jolts in his seat, "WHAT?"
Pierre leans at Chan and exclaims, "Wow!"
You look at everyone and apologize, "I'm sorry. I don't know... I just didn't think that we'd get caught," you explain.
As you're about to sit back, you turn your head in the direction of Luke, "I'm sorry for being the first to kiss Dani," you specifically apologize to him.
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CHRIS: She kissed Dani... [Chuckles] I like that shit [pinches the bridge of his nose]
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"This breach of the rules has cost the group $3,000," Lana announces, reminding everyone that there's prize money to protect.
"The prize fund now stands at $197,000."
Chan is getting more pessimistic that there'll be any money left at the end of the retreat. With everyone knowing that someone has broken the rules, it's only about time that everyone takes their turn to do it.
Personally, Chan doesn't care about the money, he has enough but that doesn't mean he will act selfishly by breaking the rules. The word 'selfish' isn't what he wants to be associated with him.
Also, it's not his money in the first place, it's everyone's money, therefore he can't waste money without thinking of the group.
You squeeze yourself into the small sofa he's sitting in and put your hand around him, "Hi," you softly say with a smile.
He looks at you and puts your leg over his knee, putting his hand on the back of your thigh, "Hi!"
You put your hand on the nape of his neck where the beads of water are dripping from the end of his hair from swimming.
"You look good wet," you tell him.
Chan brushes his hair to the back and looks at you, "You look better wet," he says with a sly grin.
It's hard being this close to you and not kissing you. Chan has to actively tell his brain to not give in to the temptations even though it's sitting right on his lap.
"Are you mad?" You ask.
He reckons you're asking about the kiss you did with Dani, "How can I be mad at that?" he asks back.
You laugh in response, "Yeah?"
He rests his head to look up at you, "That's just so hot," he replies.
You put your other hand around him and look into his eyes, entrapped him in your mesmerizing gaze.
Chan's plan is simple: Try not to act selfishly.
Then you happened. You kissed Dani, the most popular girl in the retreat, and then you openly admitted it to everyone. That only shows you have no problem breaking the rules, and added the fact that you're so attractive to him making a lethal combination that would likely lead Chan to act against his plan.
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CHRIS: She's not only too hot to handle. I'm afraid, she's also a lot to handle [grins] but in the best way.
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To make everyone connect emotionally rather than physically, Lana has set up a workshop in the front yard of the villa.
Everyone is paired up for it and he, of course, is your partner, he expects nothing less than it. Except that Iain gets the chance to be with Dani in this workshop.
A sex expert has been invited to lead the workshop, "Today, we're going to learn about restraint," she announces.
She walks to the center and looks at everyone as she speaks, "This workshop is about learning to slow down, there's so much more to intimacy and physical connections aside from sex."
Today's lesson is exploring each other's erogenous zones, to find the parts of our bodies that are sensitive to sexual stimulation. Chan has no idea if it would help him think less about sex because it seems like it's going to do the opposite to him.
There's a selection of equipment to help, there are feathers, roses, whips, and even melted chocolate on a bowl. You take the first turn, laying on your stomach on the thin mattress so he can start his exploration.
To begin, Chan only wants to use his hand to trace the curve of your body, feeling every inch of your skin with his fingertips.
You look over your shoulder as his hand climbs up your spine and stops at the nape of your neck only to drag his knuckle down your back.
"You're so soft," he murmurs as he puts your hair away from covering your neck.
You flash him a sly smile and hum, "Mmh..."
He takes a feather from the basket and begins to touch your body with it, finding the special spots that make you whimper or squirm.
Or giggle, just like you're doing right now as he tickles your ankle with the feather, "Tickles?"
You nod with your teeth faintly biting your lower lip.
"Turn over for me, please?" He says to you.
You obey and lay on your back, propping both elbows against the mattress to see that Chan has picked up a rose now.
Chan starts at the neck this time, softly touching you with the rose. He notices you lowly humming as he glides it down your chest and the petals are making a trail down your front. Yet he keeps dragging down your inner thigh and you lowly moan.
"Tickles?"
"Uh-huh."
He brings it close to your clothed core, "Right here?"
You're looking him in the eyes as you reply, "Yes."
"Self control and restraint. Two essential parts of today's lesson!" The expert reminds everyone not to get overboard with their explorations.
Before he takes his turn, he takes a dollop of chocolate and smears it across your sternum. Slowly, he leans down to lick it off of you with his slick, hot tongue.
He can hear your stifled breath and your chest heaving as he sucks on the skin on your breast. He finishes with a kiss on your neck and a triumphant smile on his face.
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CHRIS: Looking at her laying there and being so sensitive under my touch oh... [hisses] [exhales]
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The nervousness gets to him when he lays down on the mattress and puts his hands under his head, surrendering his body because it's time for you to explore now.
You crawl over his body to get the whip from the basket and he guesses, you intentionally pressing on his crotch as you look down on him with the whip in your hand.
"I haven't started but your ears are already getting red," you tell him.
Chan tries to stay calm and closes his eyes for a while to finally come up with a response, "It's the sun."
You laugh at that and begin your exploration by touching his body with the leather whip, without warning, slapping it on his skin.
"How about that?" You lowly ask.
"Not bad," he coyly answers.
You get off his body and lay next to him while the whip is continuing its journey down his body, heading close to his clothed member and again, slapping him on his thigh without warning.
"Harder?" You ask.
But before he can answer, you're slapping on the other thigh, earning a low groan out of him. Without looking, he knows that his ears are getting even redder at this moment.
On his pale skin, you can see the marks you made from whipping him, and decides to switch it to feather. You're looking at him while you're teasing his neck with the feather, he can't lie that his ears are one of his sensitive parts. The hair on his arms stands up as you rub the feather on his ear shell.
"You're so cute," you breathlessly whisper, putting his weakness to your advantage.
He can only look at you and hope that he doesn't fall apart under your touch. You take the bowl of melted chocolate, then sit on his crotch, earning a moan out of him.
You flash him a grin that hints you're up to no good. He watches as you pour the chocolate onto his abs and pick a strawberry, dipping it on the chocolate on his abs before tugging it between your teeth and feeding it to him.
Doing it carefully to not accidentally break the rules, Chan takes a bite of the strawberry without his lips touching yours then you shove the rest of it into your mouth and chew on it.
He assumes that you have done as you sit back on the mattress, you hold his body down with your hand on his chest.
"Nuh-uh! I'm not finished yet," you tell him.
He wonders what else you're trying to do but that's the pleasure of not knowing. He sees you ducking your head onto his stomach to lick the chocolate on his abs.
Your tongue makes a long strip of lick up his abs and another long strip down on the next, you clean the rest in kitten licks, making the best of your time to torture him as his ears are about to explode at how red and hot they are, he lies when he said it's because of the sun.
Chan notices the smear of chocolate on your upper lip, "Come here!" He gestures for you to come close to his face.
You crawl and hover over his body, you stay still as he cleans it for you by licking it. It's not a rule break since it's only his tongue that makes contact with your lips.
"How'd it taste?"
"So, so sweet," he answers.
Sadly, the workshop is over. They know that if they let it on for too long, it's going to turn into one massive orgy.
"Self-control is very difficult but I hope that you can take something out of this workshop and practice it in the retreat," the expert concludes at the end of the workshop.
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CHRIS: I learned that she's sensitive on her ankle, her neck, her chest, and I... can't wait to touch her all over again [Chuckles]
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There's a lot of seats on the sofa but you choose to sit on his lap. Not that he minds about it, he just can't trust himself when you're this close, especially dressed in a skin-tight outfit that enhances every curve of your body.
You loop an arm around his neck and the other hand is holding a drink, your eyes are always locked in a gaze with him.
"Do you play any sports?"
"Soccer, bowling... uh, pool?" Chan lists the sports he's been playing recently.
You put your drink away so you can use both hands to feel his shoulder blades, "Which sport got you these broad shoulders?"
Chan takes a small sip of his drink before putting it away, "I believe that's from swimming," he answers.
He puts his hand on your thigh with his thumb mindlessly rubbing on the skin as he talks, "I took part in a few swimming competitions in high school."
"Ooh..." you coo in awe, "So, you're good at swimming."
Chan nonchalantly shrugs, then grins, showing his dimples at you.
"What is your best style?"
"Freestyle, butterfly," he casually answers.
"How about breaststroke?" You ask with a seductive smile.
"I'm the best," he answers even though it's kind of vague if you're still talking about swimming style or a different kind of stroke.
It's hard to keep the conversation casual with you, he can't blame you though. It's impossible not to think about sex when he's with you.
"I want to learn the breaststroke from you," you playfully say with a flirtatious gaze.
"How about a private swimming lesson?" He spontaneously comes up with an idea.
With his recent discovery that the back of your thigh is sensitive, he puts his hand there as he says, "I'm going to teach all kinds of strokes."
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CHRIS: I just can't keep my head straight when I'm with her. There's just a lot of sexual tension, it's unbearable [sighs]
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While everyone else is getting ready for bed, you change into a swimsuit and meet him at the swimming pool. You sit on the edge to take off the mic to not risk it getting wet and damage it, then jump into the pool afterward.
It is supposed to be a swimming lesson but Chan pushes you to the wall and cages you between his arms. You don't seem to mind it though but Chan is unaware of the danger he trapped himself in.
"I think there'll be lots of rule breaks tonight," you say.
Chan glides his hand down to your waist and holds you there, "Well, thanks to you!" He pokes fun at you.
You chuckle at that and put your arms around his shoulders, "What about you?"
You put your hand on his pec and hypnotizing eyes that look right into his soul, "Are you going to break rules?"
You lean in close and graze his nose with the tip of your nose, "Are you going to be good or bad tonight, mmh?"
Chan brushes his hair to the back before diving it back into the water and lifts your leg by the back of your thigh to hook it around him.
He brings his face close to your side and lowly whispers, "Is that what you want?"
You tip your head to the other side, enticing him with your exposed neck, "Mmh, yeah..."
The beads of water trickling down the column of your neck make him give in to the temptation and plant a kiss on the skin behind your ear, "You naughty girl!" he says with a laugh.
You put your hands on his chest, "And I know you're just as naughty," you say back while gently pushing him away.
Chan laughs and has you pinned against the wall again, looking at your face glows from the bluish lights of the swimming pool.
He reaches for your face and swipes his thumb across your lips, "I want to kiss you," he says with a hoarse voice.
You giggle and put your hands on each side of his waist, "We can't do that, Chris," you say with an insinuating tone that indicates you're not meant to remind him about the rules.
Your eyes are daring him to cross the line and so he does, he puts his hand under your chin, then leans in to kiss you. The way you eagerly return it, he allows himself to kiss you harder and deeper.
Chan lets out a delightful sigh once he pulls away from the kiss and laughs the moment his eyes meet yours, "That was hot," he comments, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.
He's going against his plan to not act selfishly but at that moment, he doesn't think about the money at all. His eyes are looking at your lips and how they're glistening wet, inviting him to kiss it again.
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CHRIS: Oh my, Gosh! It's just so hard... it's hard [shakes his head]
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Chan closes his eyes and tries to reorganize his thoughts, holding you tightly to help him get a grip. He hoists you against his body and you immediately wrap your legs around his waist.
"You're a good kisser," you compliment with both of your hands around his neck.
He tilts his head up to look at you, "You're a good kisser too."
You tangled your hand in the hair on the back of his head, "I kind of want to do it again."
Chan knows that you're not asking for his permission, he also knows that one kiss won't be enough for both of you. The kiss is explosive and thrilling, giving him a newfound kind of rush that he wants to experience all over again.
You kiss him first and Chan becomes the one who eagerly returns the kiss to you, opening his mouth so he can use his tongue in the mix.
"Mmh..." you moan as you put your lips on his, then slowly let go.
You smile as you put your forehead against him and seductively giggle, "You're so bad, you know that?"
It should be him saying that line to you. Whenever he's with you, he feels like has no sense of self-control anymore, all he wants to do is submit to your wishes.
He puts you down and turns around so he can rest his back, pulling you close to hold you from the back. He hopes that not seeing your lips will help him calm down.
It's when he composed himself he realizes the damage he has done to the prize money, "Okay, I feel the guilt now," he pathetically admits.
With his hands wrapped around your waist, you rub his forearm in the water and say, "We could have done more but we didn't, you know?"
"That's true," Chan agrees because yes, he could have done more than just kisses with you. If he were out there, he would have broken a bed or two with you.
Chan is fond of physical affection, both receiving and giving. It's imperative for him when it comes to connecting and bonding with the person he likes.
It's a bummer that he can't freely do that in the retreat but if he's going to break rules, he'll only do it with one person and that is you.
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CHRIS: I want to be good but she brings out the bad in me so... [shrugs]
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Chan had barely started his day when Lana gathered everyone in the bedroom.
He enters and sees you already sitting on the bed, he sits on the end to let you hug him from the back, waiting for the cone to light up and chime like she usually does.
"Mmh... so hot!" You gasp as you put your hand across his chest.
"How come you only found out now, mmh?" He jokes.
He knows you're talking about his skin and that's because he was at the beach to swim when Lana called. Also, he knows that it's time for judgment, everyone is going to know about the things he did.
Now that he knows he's about to get exposed, his heart skips a beat as the melodic chime comes from the cone.
"Oh! There she is!" Jane weakly gasps.
Lana hasn't spoken but Chan knows she's not pleased with the news she's about to deliver today.
"I have some disappointing news."
Chan silently swallows air and puts his hands together in front of him. He can see the guilts are coming back and haunting him.
"There has been a breach of the rules."
Everyone coo and all eyes are automatically looking for the guilty faces. Chan can see that he's not the only one breaking the rules, he just can't tell if it's going to make him feel better or worse.
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CHRIS: I'm on the hot seat right now. Everyone is not going to be pleased.
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Jace leans forward on the bed and rubs his chin, "I'll be honest with you all," he begins.
Jace and his playful smirk is an easy giveaway, Chan can tell that he broke the rules. Lola is also looking nervous as she keeps picking on her nails.
"I spent some money. I kissed Lola last night," he confesses.
Iain sighs and mutters under his breath, "Oh, man..."
"It was all me," Jace says as he glances at Lola, taking all the blame from her.
"I feel a connection so I guess it was worth it... yeah, I'm sorry, you guys," he concludes.
Pierre nods and seems to give him a pass, "Okay."
That seems easy to do and since everyone is on the same ship, Chan reckons that they'll respect his honesty and understand why he did what he did.
It's best to own up to his mistakes quickly than mulling over it so he confesses, "We kissed by the pool last night."
You hide behind his shoulder with your hand resting on the other shoulder.
"Just once?" Jane asks.
Chan looks at you and you take your turn to speak for both of you, "Twice."
"Oh... fuck..." Pierre lowly curses on the bed next to him.
"Is that it?" Iain asks.
He wants to be honest but it's hard when everyone is throwing daggers with their eyes at him. He forces himself to admit it, "I kissed her again. On the bed."
Chan felt guilty on the first kiss but after the second kiss, it got easier for him to rulebreak. As he was spooning you last night, your body was pressed against him and you smelled so good, it just felt right to give you a long, passionate goodnight kiss.
That, he admits is a hundred percent his fault.
"And that's it. No more kisses," you assure everyone before they can yell at him again.
"We're sorry," you end with an apology.
Chan feels grateful that you don't leave him alone, you firmly stand your ground and face it with him.
"That was a waste of money," Iain mutters loud enough for everyone to hear.
You take a sharp breath and ask, "Is that all Lana?"
"There was another breach of the rules," Lana informs, sounding so fed up already.
The drama continues as the next rulebreaker comes to light and that is Luke. It’s kind of expected, he's with Dani after all, and committed two rulebreaks. Pierre comes forward with one kiss with Alicia.
Chan is just so relieved that they take the attention away with them and he can breathe now with the glares no longer aimed in his direction.
"All of these rule breaks have made me reassess my retreat strategy," Lana states.
"Oh... she's mad," Lola says with a panicked smile.
"I have now decided to implement a stricter regime. The fines will now be doubled starting from these rule breaks," she informs.
Chan turns his head to look at you and sees you cringe at the shocking announcement.
"These multiple rule breaks have cost the group $42,000."
Lola gasps with her hand flies to cover her mouth, "We might as well pack up our bags right now," she says.
You both have just now realized the damages done to the prize money. You nuzzle your head into his neck, feeling bad from the guilt.
"The prize fund now stands at $155,000," Lana updates.
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CHRIS: The bill turned up and we're like whoa! [Eyes widen] I guess yeah... we spent quite a lot.
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Now it's the perfect time for him to swim at the beach.
Chan needs to cool his head down and let the seawater wash away his guilt of spending that much money on three kisses, he can do so much with $18,000.
He's swimming far off the shore and when he walks back to the villa, Jace is laughing at him.
"I thought you were swimming back to Australia, dude!" He says him while brushing his long blond hair to the back.
Chan doesn't see that Luke is there too until he arrives at the top of the stairs, "I thought about it, yeah," he playfully responds to him.
Chan then sits on the lounger next to him and dries his hair with a towel. He leans back on the lounger and turns his head at him, "I was right that you'll be the second to break the rules!"
Jace snickers, "Damn right, I am. It was worth it."
Luke rubs his oiled body and says, "Yo, I was the one in the hot seat."
Chan laughs at him, "And I thank you for taking everyone's attention away."
"You owe me!" Luke says.
Jace points at Chan with his head lolling to the side, "You know what? I think you'll need a loan soon," he jokes.
Chan shakes his head and that sounds plausible with how much money he spent in one night. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he hisses in response, "Nah..."
Truthfully, that would be a lie. Chan has not yet found a way to try to stick with the plan but at the same time, he wants to always be close to you but it's dangerous once he gets close to you.
Chan needs to work on his self-control and for a start, he needs to put a safe space between you and him.
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CHRIS: You know what? I'll not break any rules from now on... [uneasily glances side to side] Hopefully.
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First thing in the morning, Chan gets handed a hard task when he steps into the bathroom.
"Baby, please, help me!" You sweetly say with a tube of sunblock in your hand.
Chan has no other option but to comply and think of it as a test of self-control. He takes the sunblock from you as you slightly bend down with your hands on the edge of the sink.
"Get in there! Don't be shy!" You playfully tell him as he hesitates to rub over some sunblock on your ass cheeks.
"Okay, okay," he replies, rubbing the cream on the ample flesh of your rear, and not going to lie, he likes what he's touching.
Chan notices that you're looking at him through the reflection in the mirror and he senses that you know what's been happening the last few days.
"You say you're a good cuddler..." you say.
He rubs the rest of the sunblock down your arms, "I am," he assures.
You look over your shoulder at him, "But you barely cuddled me last night," you say with a pout.
His heart flips seeing you adorably complaining about the lack of cuddles and he can't help but smile. He knows he shouldn't put a space all of a sudden and not tell you about it.
Chan pulls your body close against his body and looks at the reflection of him hugging you from the back, fuck, he likes what he's seeing.
He slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you closer, close enough to press on his crotch, "You always make me hard," he confesses.
He presses a long kiss on your neck then says, "That's why."
You're chuckling at his honest answer then turn around to face him, putting your hands on his magnificent abs.
"How about I return the favor?" You suddenly ask.
Chan's eyes widen in shock and he wonders if the favor you mentioned has got to do with the thing he said earlier.
You burst into laughter and take the tube of sunblock, "I mean, putting on sunblock," you make the context clear.
You gently pat his cheek and kiss it while still laughing, "What are you thinking, mmh?"
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CHRIS: Told you, I just can't think straight when I'm with her.
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With their eyebrows raised and not-so-subtle death glares thrown your way, it's obvious that they think the reason why Lana called everyone to the cabana is because you both broke the rules again.
"Nah. Nuh-uh. Not us!" You quickly deny everyone's allegations.
Chan can relax this time knowing that he didn't do any rulebreak and puts his arm around your shoulder. You offer your hand to intertwine it with his.
"Hello, everyone!" Lana greets not long after the cone chimes in.
Lola is nervously laughing in response and Jace follows suit, they make a strange couple out of the bunch which only makes them inexplicably cute.
"To help you achieve personal growth during your stay, I need to increase your chance of finding meaningful romantic relationships," Lana remarks.
You turn your head at Chan and raise an eyebrow, wondering if he has any clue as to what Lana is hinting at.
"Therefore, I have invited two new guests to the retreat."
The gasp you let out is loud and sharp, Chan gets a little alarmed at how enthusiastic you get from this announcement. Should he be worried though?
"My guests have selected one person each to take on a date," Lana further informs.
"Oh, my God!" Alicia shrieks.
It shouldn't worry him this much but Chan feels a little worried. It's not him, it's you, he worries that your head will turn.
"The ones chosen for the dates are..."
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CHRIS: Lana, can you just send us on a date instead? [Laughs] I'll not be pleased if she gets chosen for the date.
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Chan doesn't want to show it but he starts tapping his fingers on his knee, waiting for Lana to inform who got chosen to get on dates with the new guests.
"Alicia..." Lana announces the first name.
Pierre hisses at the mention of his partner and coyly smiles, looking calm about it.
"And Chris," Lana announces.
Chan only registered a minute later that Lana called his name and that he got picked for the date. He might have secretly prayed for your name to not get called and forgot to pray for his own.
"Alicia and Chris, you may now leave and get ready for your dates," Lana orders.
You thinly smile at him and kiss him on the cheek, "Have fun!"
He's not sure if you mean it or not, but Chan takes it that you have good intentions behind those words. He briefly hugs you before leaving.
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CHRIS: I did not expect to get chosen but yeah, I think it's a good chance for me to show her that I'm into her.
-
It's when he's getting ready in the dressing room that Lana delivers additional information.
One, they haven't told the new guests that they are on Too Hot To Handle which will make them as horny and as eager as he is at the start of the retreat.
Two, Chan is free to decide at which point to tell them about it.
"It's better if we tell them right away then," Chan talks to Alicia as they're walking down to the beach.
"But then they won't try to kiss you," Alicia cheekily says which is the opposite of what they should do to resist temptations.
"Good luck!" Chan gives Alicia a quick hug as they go separate ways at the beach.
He keeps walking until he finds the place where they have prepared a picnic for the date and also where the new guest has been waiting for him.
The girl turns her head around and smiles when she sees him coming her way, "Hi, hi!"
Chan joins her by sitting on the pillow on the picnic mat, "Hi, I'm Chris," he introduces and offers his hand for a handshake.
"I'm Olivia," she introduces back but instead of shaking his hand, she puts her hand around his shoulder and pulls him for a hug.
It gets him nervous and it's not the first time he goes on a date like this. He grabs the glass of drink that has been prepared for him and initiates a toast with her.
"Is that an Australian accent that I hear?" She asks.
"Yes," He answers.
"Oh, I like that," she sweetly says with a bright smile.
This is the real temptation. Olivia has a voluptuous body, gorgeous strawberry-blond hair, and a nice smile. Chan was so wrong to think that her date would be ugly.
"I've never been to a date this nice, honestly," Olivia says.
Chan swallows his drink before answering, "Well, thank you for choosing me so I can enjoy this nice date with you," he says.
He doesn't mean to sound this flirty, it just sort of comes out of him naturally. It's just the way he talks to a girl.
"Well, you have a great body, sexy lips and dimples. I think it's a no-brainer," Olivia says with eyes that silently travel down his body.
This is what he doesn't get from you enough from you, affirmations and now that he got it from someone, he gets flustered, "Thank you," he mutters with a shy smile.
Olivia flips her hair to one side of her shoulder and gazes at him, "What do you think about me? Am I your type?"
Chan lets out a low laugh and holds his drink in one hand, "You're obviously good-looking," he begins.
Olivia is biting on her finger and locked in a gaze with him as he continues talking.
"I like your smile. It's uh... you have a very nice smile," he sincerely compliments.
"Thank you," she mutters her gratitude with a flirtatious smile.
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CHRIS: Just because I'm already with someone that doesn't mean I can't get to know Olivia.
-
The plan is to break the news to Olivia as soon as possible.
However, Chan keeps finding himself stalling to do it. He gets immersed in the conversation with Olivia and maybe because he hasn't met new people in a while that makes him inexplicably excited to talk to someone new.
Chan finishes his drink to muster up the courage to drop the news but it's hard when Olivia is constantly giving him the eyes.
"It's a nice date, yeah?" Chan begins by softening the moment.
Olivia smiles and nods, "It would be nicer if we kissed," she shamelessly says.
Oh, Olivia is a trouble and Chan already has a handful of it, she's probably waiting for him to come back from this date as they speak.
"I don't think that's going to happen," Chan says.
"Why?" Olivia's smile falters a little and maybe, she's feeling a little dejected by how quickly Chan shot her down.
"This is not what you think it is," Chan carefully says.
One of her eyebrows shoots up higher than the other, "What do you mean?"
Chan takes a deep breath even though Olivia who should be the one doing it, "You're on Too Hot To Handle."
Olivia sits up straighter and clutches at her chest, "What?"
He feels bad to rain on her parade but he's merely there to be the bearer of bad news.
"That means no kissing, no heavy petting, no masturbating, no sex..."
Her eyes get wider and wider the more she hears about things she's not allowed to do in the retreat, "That means no fun? Ever?"
"Basically... yeah," Chan playfully responds.
Oh, is this how he looked when Lana dropped the news on him? The only thing he knows for sure is Olivia is as livid as he was back then.
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CHRIS: What can I do? Lana is the one in control here.
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The night gets dark in time to return to the villa.
Chan helps Olivia climb the stairs on her heeled sandals and proceeds to introduce her to everyone. He gets a little nervous when it comes to introducing Olivia to you.
"So, how was the date?" Lola asks.
Chan scratches the back of his head and answers, "We had a good time."
"Yeah, that was... the nicest date I ever had," Olivia adds.
He takes a seat next to you on the sofa and you're only looking at him without saying anything.
"Did you have fun?" You finally ask him.
Chan leans into your side and says, "Let's have a talk!"
Taking you by the hand, he pulls you aside to get some privacy. You choose to sit on the sofa across from him rather than next to him.
"Uh... Olivia is sweet and we had a great chat," Chan begins while rubbing down his arm.
"I used the chance to get to know her," he adds.
He sees you subtly rolling your eyes at him and sigh, pretending like you don't care but he knows. It's kind of cute that you're worrying him that Chan's heart is fluttering inside.
He reaches for your hands and intertwines his fingers with you, "But the whole time, during the date..."
He looks at you and smiles, "I just couldn't wait to get back."
A smile rises on your face and he can see that you soften around him. He uses his index fingers to draw endless circles on the inside of your palm.
"I miss you," he softly mutters.
You're shyly smiling at him and say it back, "I miss you too."
"Come here! Give me a hug!" He says while shaking your hand.
You get up from the sofa and walk up to him, he stops you before coming for his lap.
"Oh, looking so hot tonight," he comments on the way you dressed tonight in a black silk dress with a high slit on the side.
"Spin for me, baby," he requests.
You take your hand away so you can do it for him, spinning on your feet. You show off your dress and make a few poses for him, doing it so confidently that it's undeniably sexy to him.
"Mmh... yeah, the finest girl in the retreat!" He praises.
You're laughing looking at his exaggerated facial expression, then melt onto his lap, letting him hold you tightly. Chan kisses the top of your head and whispers, "You're my number one."
After all, the word 'loyal' is what he likes to be associated with.
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CHRIS: I don't think there's anybody else that could walk in here and turn my head at all. She's the one.
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With his open arms, Chan is ready to catch you as you jump onto the bed at him. He locks his arms around you, then peppers your shoulder and neck with little kisses.
"Good job, Chris!" Alicia beams from the next bed.
He sees that she's still sharing the bed with Pierre, and he says back to her, "Good job, Alicia!"
The date was certainly a test but it's not much about temptations, it made Chan realize how much he likes you and he doesn't want to be with anyone else in this retreat but with you.
As he looks at you while you're lying next to him, he wonders if you feel the same too. He softly brushes your hair to the side and gently kisses your cheek, "Goodnight, baby!"
The lights are out and you snuggle into him, hooking your leg around him with your foot rubbing his shin. You place a long kiss on his neck before lowly whispering to him, "I'm glad you're back."
Chan quietly smiles in the dark of the room, "With you," he continues the sentence for you.
"With you," you repeated his words instead of putting it into a whole sentence.
He turns his head and he can easily land a kiss on your forehead, "Me too."
It's getting suspicious that your hand that was resting on his chest is slowly going lower and lower. You're probably waiting until everyone else is fast asleep to do something.
You nuzzle your head further into his neck to kiss him there, your hand is inching closer to the waistband of his boxer.
"Mmh..." he warns you with a hard squeeze on your waist.
You bring your mouth close to his ear and playfully bite on his ear shell, ignoring his warning by slipping your hand into his boxer.
Chan can stop you by putting your hand away but he knows you want to make him feel good and he simply can't resist you.
"Oh, you're so bad," he says it so low it's almost like a whisper.
He closes his eyes the moment your hand meets his semi-hard cock, "You're so bad," he says again but does nothing to stop you.
"I know," you reply to him, wrapping your hand around his length and slowly stroking it.
Chan draws you closer to his side with his hand fisting the back of your camisole as he begins enjoying the stimulation you're giving him.
"Impressive," you seductively sigh into his ear after exploring every inch of his hardening cock.
One compliment is enough to make him extremely aroused. He feels your thumb circling the tip of his cock before pumping it up and down with your hand at a steady pace.
Chan holds it in as long as he could but after days passed without getting a release, his self-control hits the lowest peak and he cums only after a few minutes.
"That wasn't even my good hand," you whisper with a low giggle.
He turns to look at you and jokingly says, "What good hands, mmh? You don't have any."
Chan knows he's a few minutes late to pull your hand out of his boxer, he then playfully bites at your fingers, "They're all bad hands. Bad, naughty hands!"
As you lowly laugh at his reply, he presses a kiss on your open mouth and draws you closer to him, feeling your body molds into his again.
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CHRIS: [Bites lip] I can only hope that we didn't get caught.
-
"Morning," Chan croaks with a soft kiss on your cheek.
You get up right away a moment after the lights are turned on, sitting with your back against the headboard then ties your hair into a messy bun.
Still gathering his senses, Chan decides to rest his head on your lap and put your hand in his hair so you can play with it.
You give his curls a ruffle and brush it with your fingers, "Is this your natural hair?"
What you're doing is comforting him so that he can only hum in response, "Mmh."
He turns his head to the side and sees you looking down at him, "Do you like it?"
You tenderly cup his cheek in your hand, "Mmh. I like it."
Chan takes your hand to kiss the inside of your hand and wrist, his heart skips a beat at the melodic chime that comes from the cone.
Thankfully, it's Lana with her usual morning greeting and wishing the new guests a good day on their first day in the retreat. Chan thought that the first day was the hardest, but now he learned that he lost a bit of his self-control on each day spent in this retreat. What happened last night is the proof of it.
"How was your sleep, Nick, Olivia?" Lola asks the new guests who shared the bed.
"To be honest, I'm hoping it was all just a dream," Nick answers.
Everyone painfully laughs at the satire. Chan honestly still wishes that it was only just a dream but instead of that, he got used to the cameras recording everything he does in the retreat.
"Is there anyone you like here?" Luke asks either Olivia or Nick.
Chan doesn't need to worry about Olivia anymore. Guess, she has seen that he's with you which automatically makes her stop pursuing him. It's the other guest that he worries about, he notices that he's been secretly stealing glances at you.
"Mmh..." you moan as you hug him tight before getting up from the bed to start the day.
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CHRIS: She worried for me last night but that's not quite convinced me if she feels the same way. I'm a little worried that her head will turn.
-
His fear turns real when Chan gets back to the villa from swimming and finds you chatting with the new guy in the bathroom.
Chan lingers at the doorway to catch glimpses of the conversation, catching him compliments you and you're laughing at him.
"I think there's something between us," Nick says.
"You think?"
Nick laughs and says, "I just can tell."
You're only softly laughing and not denying it. Chan decides that it's time to enter the scene so he walks into the bathroom not saying anything but gets himself a towel from the rack.
Chan turns around and looks at you, slightly nodding at Nick. The uncomfortable forcing Nick to leave the bathroom which is the only right decision there is.
You're slyly smiling at him as you lean against the sink, "Hey..."
Chan doesn't answer but keeps drying his body with the towel. He wants to see what you're going to do with this suffocating silence.
You come up to him and slip your hands under his arm, hugging him, looking up at him with your puppy eyes. You try to get his attention by kissing his neck and placing a wet kiss on his collarbone.
"Mmh... salty," you say with a giggle.
Without warning, he hoists you up and carries you on his shoulder. He slaps on the back of your thigh while looking at you through the reflection in the mirror.
"Bad girl!" He slaps you again on the other thigh, sending you squealing and laughing with your head hung upside down behind him, "You bad, bad girl!"
He slaps your ass cheek this time and asks you again, "Funny, huh?"
Yet you keep laughing, only grabbing at his arm for support. Chan turns his head to bite on the flesh of your ass cheek, "Is it still funny?" He asks again.
"Uh-huh!" You cheekily answer.
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CHRIS: She's really bad... I need to tame her. Wish me luck though [Grins]
-
Lana throws a welcome party for the new guests and everyone is wearing red for the theme.
Chan wears a sleeveless top with his dark slacks while you're dressed in a red dress with a low neckline that barely covers your breasts.
However, the party can't stop the imminent threat of Lana telling everyone about the things you both did last night. Chan can only mentally prepare himself for it and gulps his drink in silence.
"So, what do DJs actually do?" You suddenly ask him, sitting on his lap like always.
Chan remembers he once mentioned his job as a music producer but you only focused on his side job as a DJ, "Huh?" He asks in confusion since you asked out of the blue.
You put your drink away and put your hand on his shoulder, "You guys made the mix beforehand, right? So when you're on the stage, you know DJing, you just need to play that mix," you concisely put what a DJ does as if it sounded that simple.
Chan can tell you everything there is about DJing that is more complex than what you've just said but he can only laugh at it and it helps him to take his mind off things, "Yeah, kind of."
You squeeze his shoulder and say, "If that's the case then I want to be a DJ too."
He rubs his hand down your spine and rests it on the arch of your back, "You can be whatever you want."
"Mmh," you hum as you sip your drink, "We can make a duo, you and me, DJing together."
Chan is having a good laugh about it when the music abruptly stops playing then the familiar chime comes in through the speakers.
"Please could everyone gather in the cabana immediately!"
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CHRIS: Oh, fuck, I'm shitting it.
-
You're looking so calm sitting next to him, unaware of what's going to happen once the cone starts talking. Chan tries to put on a cool face as well, leaning back on his seat with his hand resting on your thigh.
"I've gathered you all to remind you that this retreat is for finding deeper connections, not just physical ones," Lana speaks.
The long pause between the lines is making Chan even more nervous, his hand is getting sweaty yet you hold it tightly on your lap.
"This information is not getting through to some guests. There has been a breach of the rules," Lana announces.
Alicia smacks her lips together and asks, "Who was it?"
The hunt for guilty faces is on and of course, everyone is looking at them. Chan is planning to admit it real quick, ripping the band-aid all at once but someone gets ahead of him.
"A while ago..." Iain says, "Literally a few minutes ago, I kissed Olivia."
Lola slaps her forehead and sighs, "Oh, my God!"
Olivia only shrugs in response, not showing any remorse or guilt on her part.
"The kiss has cost the group $6,000," Lana informs.
"Nice!" Lola adds a snide comment.
Everyone is pissed because Olivia spent some money when she has only been here for less than two days. Chan gets the picture of how things would be when he comes forward.
"Oh, I need another drink," Luke says.
"That is not all!" Lana makes everyone hold their breath once more.
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CHRIS: Okay, here we go... [sighs]
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"Last night, there was another breach of the rules."
There's no way out of it, everyone is going to know whether he decides to tell or not. Chan takes a deep breath and another one and...
"It was me," you confess.
"Oh, shit..." Pierre drags the curse word and leers at Chan.
Lola looks at you and asks, "What did you do this time, babe?"
You glance at Chan before looking back at everyone, "There was a kiss and..."
You lick your lips and hold on to his hand on your thigh, "I gave him a handy."
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Jace exclaims, then bursts into laughter.
"We may as well go home. We have no money left!" Jane says with a dramatic sigh.
"I wanted to show Chris what he's been missing for going on that date, so... I'm sorry," you conclude with an apology.
It's not a good time to get lovey-dovey but he is swooning. You're fearlessly owning up to your mistakes and openly explaining the reason why you did it.
You may bring out the bad in him but he can see that there's a genuine connection there. He doesn't want to sit there and watch as everyone is attacking you.
"We're sorry, okay?" Chan apologizes once again on behalf of you.
Thankfully, Lana takes over the situation.
"What you did goes against the purpose of the retreat. Therefore a further $14,000 has been deducted from the prize fund," Lana comes up with the calculated damage.
Lola is groaning and squirming like someone has set her body on fire, "Oh, God!"
"The prize fund now stands at $135,000."
Chan grips your hand hearing how much money have lost from the initial amount and have a hard time reeling from it.
As if that wasn't enough of torture, Lana calls your name and his.
"You have broken most rules since arriving at the retreat. You must now prove that your connection is more than just purely physical."
You're looking at him and he sees panic in your eyes, kind of figuring out what Lana is going with it.
"You will face the ultimate test of chastity by spending the night alone in the private suite."
Chan gulps air and feels hot all of a sudden. Without looking, he can feel everyone's eyes are drilling holes in his head.
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CHRIS: I want to prove to everyone that we do have a genuine connection but at the same time, we're going to the private suite... [whistles] it's going to be hard.
-
Everyone is emitting negative energy and that only makes Chan can't stand another second being in the same room with them.
"Please make your way to the suite!" Lana commands.
Chan shoots up from the sofa and offers his hand to help you get up, "Come on, babe!"
He just can't wait to get away from everyone and not be around them. He leads the way to the private suite that is located in a different part of the villa.
Chan slowly pushes the door to the suite and the smell of scented candles welcomes him. He holds the door open for you and you gasp at the sight of the big bed with a silk sheet on it.
"Oh, they want us to fail, babe," you say as you slowly lay yourself down on the bed.
Chan stands at the end of the bed and looks at you, lying with rose petals scattered around you.
"So beautiful," he murmurs.
He puts his knee against the mattress to hover above you, taking his time to admire your beautiful face with admiration in his eyes, "Stop looking so beautiful!" He says in a frustrated tone.
You smile at him and draw his body closer, sending him toppled on top of you.
"So, tell me..." you lowly speak with your hand going under his top.
"Tell you what?" He says as he plants a soft kiss on your neck.
"What are we doing tonight, Chris?" You ask.
You rarely call him by his name but when you do, it does things to him. He has so many things he wants to do to you but sadly, they are all against the rules.
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CHRIS: Lana wasn't kidding when she said it's the ultimate test... [shakes head] [sighs]
-
The bath is ready and Chan is leaning against the sink, watching you taking every piece of clothing off you.
You look confident in your body and that's just a whole different level of sexy to him. You're smiling, noticing that he's been ogling at your body, up and down, for so many times he lost count of it.
"Why are you just standing there?" You ask while twisting your hair and securing it with a hair claw.
He shakes his head with his cheeks blushed from how horny he is, "You're so gorgeous," he praises.
You come up to him and kiss him on the cheek, close enough to the corner of his mouth, "Don't make me wait."
You get in the tub first and slowly lower yourself into the warm, scented water to not slosh it out of the tub.
You fill two champagne flutes with the bubbly wine while Chan is removing his clothes in under a minute. You look at him as he stands there in all his glory. He notices the glance you made at his semi-hard cock.
"You like what you see?" He asks.
You pull your feet up so he can take the spot on the other end of the tub and then you can rest your feet on his legs.
"Oh, I want to get a taste now," you tell him with a flirty wink.
Chan bursts into laughter to mask how nervous he is inside. He's snaking his hand under your thigh to hold you there.
"You're hard right now," you remark out of nowhere.
It's obvious, he can even see right through the milky water that his cock is fully erected and you're not asking, you know it's true.
"What should we do about it?" He asks.
You sip your wine and lick your lips, "That depends on how much money we want to spend tonight," you tell him.
Oh fuck, it's going to be one hell of a night!
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CHRIS: [Sighs] Uh... I think I need a loan statement.
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hii i hope ur midterms r going well !! ive binge read so many of ur work n js wanted to say theyre so amazing (´꒳`) i wanted a request for toji + any other character of ur choice x reader who stays up late n has difficulty sleeping (fluff),, thank u !! 🤍
𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗔𝗠 !
────── 𝕴 . featuring. toji fushiguro x reader
────── 𝕴 . warnings. cursing, and mentions of toji being soft, i love him.
note. hi nonnie! thank you so much, you're too nice to me, and yes, my midterms went well! it's been so long since i've done the requests in my inbox, which is the sole reason to why i have closed my ask box so i could finish them all! although, the next time i open them, i won't accept requests for a bit. sorry for those who have visited my inbox and have waited for a long time for your piece to be done. // anyways, new theme = new layout!
"why aren't you in bed?"
toji's voice came out hoarse — he cleared his throat and approached you, sitting himself on the couch despite his heart caressing his ears, pleading for him to go back inside the bedroom and just lay back down on the bed.
the cotton surface of the couch dipped just as he practically threw himself down on it, holding back a loud yawn. you raised a brow, shoving the spoonful of cereal you mixed with milk five minutes ago, just before toji emerged from your shared room.
small yellow chips of cereal that had grown soggy, seeping in the white tasteless liquid dispersed into a mush inside your mouth. they weren't even solid as they're supposed to be, "can't sleep, you?"
"you weren't there."
old habits die hard. that's how the saying goes, and you undeniably agreed to that. the night is an old friend to you, never did your eyelids felt heavy when you were supposed to be in bed, asleep. it's not healthy, you're killing yourself doing this.
"you're such a baby," you mutter out, staring into space, feeling your eyes slowly dissociate — jaw moving in a slow motion, biting into wet and mush before you swallow them.
"y/n, it's three am, y' can't keep doing this stuff," toji scratches his nape, leaning his head back onto the couch rest.
despite your eyes staring into nothing, you could hear his words pretty well. in fact, toji had repeated the same words countless of times that you found yourself engraving it into your mind, "i know, i can't sleep. i know it's not healthy, if i could stop it, i would."
"you're scooping nothing, y/n."
this time, his statement pulled you back into reality. looking down to see that you were indeed scooping no soggy cereal chip, nor a drop of milk onto your spoon. chuckling out lightly, you stood up and sauntered over to the kitchen, dumping what was left of your cereal pieces into the sink.
"you should go to bed," you tell him, wiping your wet hands onto your shirt — crumpling up the fabric to soak them in the access waterdrops lacing your fingers, "'ts late."
toji scoffs lightly, "shouldn't i be saying that shit to you?"
no mistakes there. you emitted out a soft sigh, "i'm fine, i'll be back in bed in a few . . ." toji raises a brow skeptically. he never forgot the last time you said that, he woke up alone on the bed — and you were wide awake on the couch, watching the morning news.
"hell no. it's two of us or nobody goes back to bed, 'm not kidding." he mutters out, not realizing how harsh his voice came out as.
brows furrowed deeply, he looks at you. your disheveled (h/c) hair going all point in a compass points, the visible dark shade of exhaustion coloring under your eyes — and the light creases on the corner of your beautiful, tired eyes.
"can you not?" you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose; honestly, you can't blame him at all, he's just a worried boyfriend and you were being stubborn.
"can i not what? worry about my own—" he stops mid sentence and shakes his head. toji was never a man of words, he doesn't express his affection to you through words. he's had moments, not a lot, but he's had them.
toji's a man of actions. he thinks that words mean nothing, which you knew, "'m tired, but i can't sleep, okay? i'll just hang out here a few more minutes and i'll come back to bed. you don't have to stay awake just because 'm awake."
"just shut up."
you stare at him, surprised. parting your lips, you try to speak again but toji beats you to it.
"can't i worry about you or something? you're my partner," he said, his then exhausted eyes now fully refreshed. a tinge of frustration coloring his greenish iris.
your eyes darted around for a bit, searching for words to spout out as a reply, "you don't have to worry about me, 'm fine. i promise. so, can you please just go to bed and stop worrying about me?"
"fuck that," he stands up, with heavy footsteps he darted towards you.
his figure grew in your view as he closes the distance between you and him. with a quick motion, he threw you over his shoulder, letting you dangle over his shoulder. at this point, you were too exhausted to even move a limb so you just laid there, not having the cell to even open your mouth.
toji walks over to the bedroom and he sat you down gently on the bed. on most occasions, he would throw you onto the bed playfully — but this was serious. he's pissed, and you're pissed.
"sleep."
you crane your neck upwards, face scrunching into one of annoyance, "i just told you that i can't—"
"try."
shaking your head, you said, "i can't, i've tried."
his finger brushed over your hair, smoothing them back down. he didn't reply to you. frankly, he finds it hard to be in the current position — as a kid, he was taught to never show his weakness. he grew up in a household full of so much hate that he forgot what love is.
here you were. vulnerable, in a weak state that toji has seen a lot before throughout your relationship. if this was anyone else, toji swore he'd tell them to suck it up because life isn't always what they think it ought to be.
but this isn't anyone else, it's you. y/n. the only person toji has showed his own vulnerable sides to — it's like a punch to his gut when he saw a bit of his younger self in you. he had nobody, and nobody had him.
it's different this time, it's not about him anymore. it's about you. you had him, and he had you.
toji inhaled sharply, his large hands slipping underneath your pits as he gently pushes you up. your feet dangled as he then pulled you into him, his right hand traveled onto the hollow of your back — and his left hand prepped your legs around his torso.
you felt like a child, "what're you doing?"
"shut up," he mutters out into the crook of your neck, "just try to get some sleep."
he pressed his lips onto your skin tenderly, making you shudder at the sudden contact — but you liked it. toji didn't stop, with an arm around your waist, and another under your thighs, he held you close to him.
warm and shallow breaths blew onto your skin like warm lights, it didn't tickle, you bury your head into the crook of his neck. copying his actions, "'m sorry."
toji grunted, "for?"
"just . . . everything," you murmur out.
his grip around your waist tightened, "'ts not somethin' to be sorry of, you can't control it. so just try and get some sleep," he muttered out, rocking side to side gently.
a faint smile appeared on your lips as you pulled your head back slightly, "you're too nice to me."
"don't get used to it," toji rolled his eyes.
"i love you too," you planted a kiss onto his lips briefly before returning your head into the crook of his neck, letting him lull you to sleep for the night.
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Devotion
Wanda Maximoff x Sorcerer!Reader
Summery: You could never escape Wanda, much less the Scarlet Witch. Even bound to a chair, you couldn’t help but fall into her again. Your precious witch.
Warnings: Dark Obsessive Wanda, sorta possessive, you’re tied to a chair, hurt/comfort, Wanda’s been feeling neglected, established relationship? Not really Wanda’s just obsessed with you, toxic relationship maybe
Word count: 1.1k
A/n: I had a dream Wanda tied us to a chair, sue me. This honestly got way softer than I intended LMAO
“I was wondering when you’d wake up…” The words rang through your ears as you regained consciousness again, your eyelids fluttering opening to the sight of Wanda— no, The Scarlet Witch—before you. A sly smirk played on her lips, illuminated softly by the dim glow of red candles flickering around the room. She took a leisurely sip from her coffee mug before making it vanish with a flick of her wrists.
Your eyes squinted against the candlelight, trying to see through the madness that seemed to swirl behind her red irises. Something you tried to search into, only to be blocked out. She simply smiled at you, taunting you, teasing, her eyes darting lower to which you followed her gaze.
Now you understood why you couldn’t feel your arms, they were tied up to the chair, every inch of you. “Wands…what’s going on?” You managed, attempting to keep your voice steady as you tested the restraints.
“Oh Detka, there’s no use in struggling,” She purred, chuckling in such a condescending tone it sent shivers down your spine. You would be lying if you didn’t admit you had found Wanda attractive before.
Right now that wasn’t the time for that, again you tried to reach into your head. Desperately trying to recall what led to this moment, but your memories were clouded completely until all your focus was on her.
And her only.
Your eyes weren’t familiar with your surroundings whatsoever, figuring it was a reality Wanda made for just the two of you. It resembled a home, something the witch had always dreamed of, something you failed to provide with all your lessons.
Still, despite knowing how unfair and neglectful you had been to her, you knew this wasn’t how to fix things, “Wanda, this isn’t right. Let me go.”
But she only laughed, approaching you the next second. She bent down to your level and you sucked in a breath, her cold finger grazing underneath your chin, forcing you to look at her as she slid into your lap effortlessly.
“Mhmm now why should I? You look so good for me, sitting there.” She murmured, her lips brushing against yours as her hands roamed across your body, landing to rest on your shoulders. You’d also be lying if you said you weren’t equally as affected. “You know we haven’t gotten time for ourselves since…well, Strange.” Her nose scrunching in distaste at the mention of your mentor.
“Honey, I'm his apprentice. I have to spend my time there, surely you understand?” You spoke softly, trying to reason for your obligations. “I’ve always devoted myself to you.”
“You call abandoning me devotion?” She scoffed, not for a second believing you, and yet again her eyes returned to their crimson color. Your unresponsiveness only pissed her off further, rolling her eyes and withdrawing from you with a wounded expression written across her face.
With another sigh, you bowed your head, knowing that the little progress you had made had been erased in milliseconds. Biting back the frustration, you reminded yourself of the delicacy of the situation. You had to be careful.
Wanda shifted in your lap, her gaze averted and hurt. Part of you longed to reach out to her, whisper all the things she needed to hear and make her believe you, but your hands were pulled back by their restraints. Damn, you were really starting to hate these things.
“Untie my hands?” You asked softly, gesturing towards the ropes. Wanda’s eyes snapped to yours, looking at you in disbelief.
“No.” She muttered darkly, “You’ll only run from me.” She explained, her words falling heavy. Slowly, she shifted, positioning herself in a way that allowed you to cradle her, her nose brushing your cheek, gently nuzzling against you.
Your lips parted, so that’s what it was? Wanda was afraid. She wasn’t just upset; she was afraid of losing you. You understood what she needed, to be reminded of your so-called devotion, understood again. When her head landed to rest on your shoulder, you took your chances, risking your life to ever so gently place a kiss on her head.
You felt Wanda stiffen against you, but she nestled in closer, tilting her head just the slightest bit. Though the position was quite awkward and strained your neck, you persisted, peppering slow lingering kisses across her face. A soft smile tugged at her lips, and you took the opportunity to ask again, “I just want to hold you, untie me?”
Reluctantly, Wanda opened her eyes, not really wanting to move but deciding to trust you when you gave her a crooked smile. Without much effort, she complied, reaching behind you to loosen the ropes on your hands. As the knots came undone, you sighed in relief, rubbing at your wrist to ease the soreness.
“Thank you.” You whispered, pulling Wanda close as you wrapped your arms around her. She hummed in response, pressing her lips to your neck. You put considerable thought into your next words, you had missed these moments with Wanda, moments where the world wasn’t red it was just green.
“I’ll talk to Strange tomorrow, to let him know I’m pausing my lessons.” You said into the silence, and Wanda’s arms tightened around you.
“Really?”
“Really, I need to show my girl she’s my priority after all.” You affirmed and Wanda smiled, Wanda—no longer just the Scarlet Witch, but the woman who held your heart entirely. With a gentle touch, she pressed her lips against yours in a loving embrace; satisfied with your answer.
You smiled into the kiss, absorbing as much of her as you could. Eventually, you broke away, but Wanda was quick to lean her head against yours, and a breathy chuckle escaped her lips, echoing yours. Unable to resist, you pressed a soft kiss to Wanda’s nose, enjoying the way it scrunched up in response. The witch blushed shyly and buried between the crook of your neck, and you had trouble believing this girl was set to be the destroyer of worlds.
The thought only made you hold her further. The sudden weight of responsibility bore down on you. It wasn’t how you wanted things to go, but it was how it had to be. For Wanda’s safety and the promise of gaining your future with her, undisturbed.
Swallowing hard, you brushed loose strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear and taking one last look. Recalling what you had been taught, you chanted the familiar spell you had been practicing, murmuring it softly in her ear to ease her. Her eyes drooped heavily before she went completely limp against you and all you could hope was that she’d understand.
Carefully, you untied the ropes holding your legs together before shrugging them off. You stood up, mindful of Wanda, tightening your grip around her, lifting her up properly. As you walked down the unfamiliar path, slowly transforming back into what it used to be, you were determined to prove your devotion to Wanda.
But first, you’d help her fulfill her own destiny, no matter the cost.
Even if she didn’t quite understand it.
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𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˚◞♡ ⃗ dad!satoru gojo
𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ when gojo comes home, he’s delighted to see his daughter applying makeup to his wife's face.
𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.9k words. you & gojo have a daughter (obviously). established relationship (married). the reader is referred as “mommy” by the kid but other than that there’s no use of fem terms.
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚.┊i completelyy overdid it, this was supposed to be under six hundred words but oh well
late at night, with the moon casting a soft glow, gojo wearily steps into his home. all he wanted now was to unwind. his body was sore and he craved food, a hot shower, and then sleep. as fast as possible. which he was sure would be put on hold because of you and his daughter. two people he trusted were still awake — who always stayed up just to see him.
he laughs to himself, remembering the countless times he scolded you and your daughter for sacrificing your sleep. but in truth, he loved the surprises he came home to. whether it was you two baking together, with him joining in, or watching a movie where he'd have to catch up on the first 30 minutes, he cherished those moments spent with you and your daughter. it was a family thing.
he quietly slips off his shoes and places them on the wooden rack, the only sound in the house. "they must be sleep," he reasons. he couldn't help but frown. carefully tiptoeing to the kitchen, he heads straight to the fridge, first thing on the list of unwinding being food.
just as he's about to open the fridge, a symphony of giggles dances down from upstairs.
his brows furrowed, hand hesitating on the fridge handle, and glancing towards the stairway. after about thirty seconds of silence, he's convinced that he must've misheard it. but to his surprise, he hears it again.
a smile spreads across his face, knowing his girls were indeed awake and waiting for him.
his mind races as he weighs the options: dinner or investigate the source of the giggles? though deep down, he knows it's a pointless battle. especially when without a second thought, he finds himself practically skipping upstairs. anticipation intertwines with exhaustion, knowing that his loved ones awaits, ready to embrace him in their hold.
thankfully, the sound was so loud that it led him straight to the room where the laughter was coming from. as he approached his bedroom door, voices began to replace the laughter, growing louder and more distinct.
“hmm…what should we do now?”
“well, you’ve got a lot of options.”
his curiosity piqued, he tiptoed closer, skillfully avoiding the creaky floorboards he knew so well. with a gentle touch, he pushed the door open just enough to create a small crack, allowing him to catch a glimpse of the scene inside.
there, in the softly lit room, his daughter sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by an array of colorful makeup. the girl’s tiny fingers carefully picked up an eyeliner pencil, her brows furrowing in concentration.
"okay, eyeliner is next mommy!" she declared.
you chuckled softly, leaning closer to her. "alright, my little artist, show me what you've got.”
sitting face to face, eyes locked in a shared moment of love and trust, she delicately traced the pencil along your eyelids. her movements were a mix of focus and excitement, her small hands guided by an invisible artistic instinct. as the lines took shape, her face brightened more and more.
"you're doing great, my little artist," you whispered, voice filled with pride.
she just poked her tongue out from the corner of her lips.
even by only looking through the door, gojo’s heart swelled with a mixture of pride and tenderness watching the scene unfold. it was a simple moment, yet it held so much love. and he loved that.
just as he started to close the door, a sudden creak reverberated through the room. damn it. he stands frozen, desperately hoping that neither of you had noticed. but his hopes were dashed when his daughter's voice rang out, "daddy, is that you?"
his nerves tingled, and he hesitated for a moment, gathering his courage before finally responding, "yes, sweetheart, it's me."
he slowly pushes the door open, finally revealing his presence. your eyes lock, and a silent conversation unfolds, filled with unspoken words and understanding. it was as if he wanted to say he should've let you know he was here, but before he could speak, the girl infront of you interrupted.
"daddy, come join us!" she exclaimed.
he quickly took a seat beside you, watching as his daughter moved from you to him with the eyeliner in hand.
gojo playfully shook his head, teasing his kid, "no way, kiddo. eyeliner isn’t my style." though once she pouted, he couldn't resist her charm, and with a smile, he relented, "alright, just this once."
"maybe twice," she added, dragging the pencil gently along his eyelid.
“maybe twice.” in his head, he was more than happy to let her do it as many times as she wanted.
groaning, you stood up. “well, you two have fun."
gojo shut his eyes, "hey, how ‘bout a little photoshoot after this?" he suggests.
you place a kiss on his head, "yeah, no, tough pass." and with that, you retreated into the bathroom.
soon as gojo heard the bathroom light flicker on, he peaked open an eye, a playful grin on his face. "looks like it's just me and you now, kiddo.”
“close your eyes!” she huffed.
he obediently replied, "yes ma'am," as she closed his eyes for him.
it didn't matter to him if his eyeliner was smudged or if he hadn't done his nightly routine as planned. what mattered was him getting to add another midnight memory to his collection of family moments.
for the most part, he didn't really care if you three stayed up late if it meant he could add more. actually, scratch that — and put an emphasis on "the most part" because he is fucking exhausted.
#(っˆ ³(ˊ ᵕ ˋก ) ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ࿐ྂ#i had to physically take a break from writing this bc the amount of fluff is unbearable#wrote this instead of sleeping#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojo angst#gojo x you#gojo headcanons#gojo scenarios#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen headcanons
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you do such a good job passing! any tips?
thank you, i appreciate that! i dont have a ton of tips since ive only been at it for a little over half a year, and im kinda flying by the seat of my pants cuz i dont have a lot of people i talk to day-to-day about presentation. pretty much everything ive figured out by myself and with youtube tutorials. regardless, heres a few i can think of:
don't be afraid to go to a makeup store and ask for advice. i brought a picture of myself i put through faceapp to give me makeup, and i showed it to the ladies at sephora, who were able to get me exactly what i was looking for. theres a world of difference between a face full of makeup, and a face full of makeup that's slightly the wrong shade, and it's good to get the opinions of experts.
try to look at the other women in your family and see how they style themselves, or do their makeup, or even how they speak or carry themselves. finding a look that works isn't somethin that you can fall into super easily, you have to go searching for it. try to model yours after the people who literally share your genes and therefore your features. (note, the opposite is equally usable for transmascs, look at your brothers, fathers, and uncles)
spend time in the mirror seeing what looks right. comb your hair in different directions, part it in a different place, put a clip in, dye it a different color, etc. put on makeup and then take it all off, then put on way too much and only take half of it off. learn the muscle memory of holding a liquid eyeliner pen in your non dominant hand and tracing it across the eyelid on the opposite side of your face without twitching your eye. nobody will see you, you're in your own bathroom. with the resources you have, treat the Bathroom Fit Check like you're customizing a character in a videogame.
look for your angles! i wish i could look good at every angle, but i don't, and vanishingly few people actually do. i spent a lot of time looking at myself in my front-facing phone camera from different directions and thinking "fuck im never going to pass, i really dont look great. is this even worth it?" and no matter how much doubt i had, in the long run the answer ended up being yes, it is worth it. that's kinda how hard things are: they suck until they don't anymore.
this one is really simple and may not apply to you, but fix your posture. seriously. when i started standing up straight for a few weeks i noticed an change in how i looked and carried myself
(and my back doesnt hurt as much now)
come to terms with the fact that a lot of women look like men, and a lot of men look like women. the idea that all men look one way and all women look the other is an propagandstic invention of the state that should not be taken seriously. (note: this tip works only inwardly as a facet of self actualization. no matter what, you will always run into people who buy into the propaganda. to the best of your ability, pay them no mind.)
im sorry i cant give you anything more, but thats kind of a big question to answer, so i hope this helps!
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doing your boyfriend’s makeup
scaramouche/wanderer x reader
cw: very mildly suggestive at the end
“stop squirming.”
“i’m not—“
“stop talking!” you admonish, your shaky hand narrowly missing scaramouche’s eyelashes. he glares up at you through those very thick and unfairly long eyelashes. even without the mascara, scaramouche has the most gorgeous eyelashes you’ve ever seen. it’s unfair, really. you’re convinced that you could put on the entire tube’s contents of mascara on your own lashes and they would still have half as long as his.
with a huff and a pout, scaramouche closes his eyes once more. you continue to reapply the mascara in long, even strokes, hesitating ever so slightly when his flutter in a way that suggests scaramouche is seconds away from sleep—and that he might very well be. the tension of you nested on his lap and touching his face with gentle, wispy touches faded away to reveal the peace and tranquillity of the scene. it’s late into the evening hours, but the atmosphere suggests a gentle breeze, a warm summer afternoon, a harp playing somewhere in the background.
scaramouche is transported back to the bedroom, the fairy lights, and shuffled playlist playing from your small speaker, when you pause and he takes it upon him to open his eyes. you don’t reprimand him this time, instead taking a moment to study his face: the curve of his lips, the angle of his cheekbones, those eyelashes and dangerously gorgeous violet eyes underneath them.
“you’re so beautiful,” you whisper as scaramouche’s eyes flicker up to yours. “even without the makeup.”
scaramouche tilts his head as he studies your face in return. “i should be telling you that.”
there’s a smoke, a fog, a haze in the room with how you’re both lost in each other’s eyes.
“you do, though. every day.” you look down at the tube of mascara in your hands and set in on the vanity behind scaramouche. you look at yourself in the mirror before glancing at scaramouche’s reflection—even the back of his head, with it’s choppy haircut you requested a handful of times for him to let you straighten out, is beautiful.
“…do you really think so?”
you look back at scaramouche, surprised at the question. “of course i do.” you repeat yourself again for good measure. “you’re beautiful—even more than that.“
scaramouche is quiet for a second, contemplative, before a quiet, “thank you, [name].”
you know he’s thanking you for more than the compliment, more than the impromptu makeup session tonight, more than he might know himself.
“you’re welcome,” you return, meeting him in his cloudy, storm-filled eyes. your glance to your makeup bag and an idea like a bolt of lightning strikes you. “now, then. i just have one more thing. close your eyes again for me, okay?”
scaramouche does as he is told, fluttering his eyelids shut as you reach into your bag and pull out a bright red lipstick.
“you just need a little bit of chapstick.” you gently brush the “chapstick” on his pouted lips, even as he asks a, “and why did i need to close my eyes for this?” as you put it on.
you ignore the question and pose one of your own. “it’s all done! do you want to see what a lovely masterpiece your face has become?”
“do i want really to?” scaramouche asks, eyeing the open bottle of mascara and several q-tips and tissues you had to use for around the eye clean up.
“i’m going to say probably not, but you don’t have a choice.” you reach over and pickup a handheld mirror which you present infront of scaramouche. he studies his face, the long thick black eyelashes, the smuged eyeliner to bring out the lighter tones of lavender in his eyes, his lips colored—
“red.” scaramouche turns around to the vanity mirror, as if to double check that the firery red pigment on his lips is truly real. he meets your gaze in the mirror. “i didn’t know chapstick was red.”
“yeah, well… chapstick, lipstick, it’s all basically the same at the end of the day.” scaramouche sets the handheld mirror down and turns back to you, noting your oh-so innocent smile as you try to contain a laugh.
“you think you’re so funny,” scaramouche says, a new wicked gleam in his eyes.
“i’m familar with this shade because it’s always covering my lips, cheeks, and neck whenever you kiss me,” he whispers. you gulp nervously at his lascivious tone, and scaramouche is the one to smile. “consider this as payback.”
scaramouche leans in closer, and you don’t protest when his lips meet yours, staining them the same fiery red that you’re sure you’re going to be covered with by the time the sun is up tomorrow.
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oooo i would LOVE if you could do a blurb where we see youtuber reader getting ready with spencer’s voiceover spliced in between your descriptions!
hehehe YES! i was wondering if anyone would have wanted to see it SO THANKS FOR GIVING ME A REASON TO WRITE IT!!
cw: fluff, spencer is a menace at times
wc: 599
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The engagement of your most recent TikTok was off the charts. It wasn't something that you normally thought about. Yes, making content was your job and what helped keep the bills paid, but you always did well enough to not have to worry (you're very aware and never take this for granted). There was just something about Spencer in your videos that made the views and comments skyrocket.
The video went as follows: it was a simple set up, you were at your vanity with your makeup setup, and you sent a smile and wave to your phone. A voiceover of yourself talking. “Hey lovelies, I’ll be doing my makeup but Spencer will be doing the voiceover! Okay, bye!”
The video continued on with you massaging spf onto your face, followed by some primer. “This is Y/N doing her makeup routine, even though I tell her every day she already looks perfect.” Your awe was heard after his statement. “It looks like Y/N is putting sunblock all over her face. She’s not putting on the recommended amount which is about ¼ teaspoon. Many dermatologists recommend the ‘three finger rule’ when applying so that you know you’ve used enough.” Your scoff could be heard in the background, but Spencer continued. “She’s now using another product with the name ‘elf’ on it. I believe this is a skin primer, which I learned blurs pores and smooths your skin so makeup can glide on.”
The video continued on as you went through putting on concealer, foundation, and contour. “She’s now putting concealer under her eyes and on red spots. I believe this is for color correction, but she should be using a shade of green to neutralize the red and then put concealer or foundation on. She’s now blending in the concealer very vigorously.” His next words were a bit softer, most likely looking directly at you when he spoke “you should have a lighter hand so bruising doesn't occur or worse, when you're blending on your eyelid the possibility of popping a blood vessel.”
Your giggles could be heard as well as your words, “okay babe, you're missing some of the video though.”
“Right! Okay, now she's using foundation. This shade looks to be a shade too dark though. Y/N, did you run out of your winter shade?”
“Spencer!”
“Sorry, sorry, now she’s blending again, still very harshly, but now she's using a darker shade to contour under her zygoma and on her mandible.”
The video went on with Spencer’s commentary sprinkled in. He knew exactly what each process was (you think he watches more of your videos than you originally assumed), and he would only roast you every other step. It was the end of the video when you were putting setting spray on and Spencer let out a sigh. “And the last step. I think. She’s spraying something on her face. She told me this helps her makeup stay on all day, but her skin produces oils throughout the day so it's likely this really only works for a couple of hours at most.”
Your grumbled voice could be heard after his. “Outro, Spence!”
“Thanks… for watching? Was that good? I don't know how to stop the recording, Y/N–”
And the video was over. People were obsessed with Spencer just from his voice alone. The quips were funny, his voice was a bit raspy, TikTok declared they loved him (and you– they were obsessed with this relationship). You had a feeling Spencer would be a lot more involved in your content from here on out.
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BONUS: some comments
@ user: HE KNEW SO MUCH??? 😭
@ user1: he's so sassy PLEASE...sassy man epidemic is REAL
@ user2: his...voice... girl i would die a happy death fr
@ user3: SHE'S GETTING COMFORTABLE WITH SHARING HIM WE'RE WINNING
@ user4: why is he DRAGGING you ever so slightly LMAOSHSJDJD
@ user5: yall are so cute i want what you have 🫶
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let me know if you would like to be added or removed!
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LEO'S GENDER REVEAL
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When April returned from the bathroom, battle outfit off, and the dreaded fake breasts that started this mess back on, Leo was nowhere to be seen.
It wasn’t really surprising. But it was worrying. The common room was empty of any presence, including the pets.
But, there was a trail. From the front door to the corridor that led to the boys’ rooms, discarded battle gear littered the ground.
And April was stressed. When April is stressed, she cleans things. She picked them up and gently put them on a table, folded neatly, separated by colors.
“Leo, come on man ! This is ridiculous, just open the door !”
Anyone who wasn’t used to Raph would think he was angry. The tone was sharp and calm, and the constant pounding of his fist against Leo’s door probably wouldn’t help. But Raph wasn’t mad.
No, he was frustrated, and worried.
Leo and Raph always sought each other for comfort, and even when they didn’t, the other would come comfort them.
To Raph, not being able to get into the room and give his twin a hug or distract him from what was bothering him, not being able to make sure he was okay… It was torture.
April wasn’t surprised when she stepped in the corridor, to see Raph’s scrunched up face in worry, constantly fidgeting, scratch marks all over his forearm. He paced in front of Leo’s room, shaking his hands with energy, suddenly stopping to pound on the door some more, and resuming when he doesn’t get an answer.
Casey, Donnie and Mikey were sitting next to the door, while Meets leaned against the opposite wall. Splinter was with them, quietly catching up on what happened and why they had to cancel patrol for the night.
Donnie was tapping away on his phone, clearly opening and closing the same app over and over again. Mikey was leaning against him, struggling to keep his eyes open, but doing his best to jolt awake whenever his eyelids dropped too low. Casey leaned on the wall on the other side, occasionally whispering something to him that Donnie would answer just as low.
April went to Raph.
“I’m surprised you haven’t kicked the door down yet. I’d thought you would all be inside.”
“We would,” Answered Donnie, effectively jolting Mikey awake for the 5th time, “but when we tried to get in, he threw pillows at us until we were far enough for him to lock the door.”
‘Plus, we don’t want Donnie to be the one that has to fix the door later’ Supplied Meets.
“But why isn’t he answering ? He should at least be answering, right ? What if he hurt himself ? We should go in-”
April slowly crept even closer to Raph, who couldn’t get his eyes off the door. She reached out to his fidgeting hands but stopped an inch or two before touching. Without sparing a glance, Raph breached the gap and held her hands tight.
“He should have answered. Why isn’t he answering, Pril ?”
His hands were a bit awkward to hold onto, as he had now started to bounce on his heels, unable to keep still until he was able to check on his twin.
Raph finally looked at her and she sighed.
She gently rubbed his hands in a slow circle motion.
“Let me try, okay ?”
Still holding one of his hand to anchor him -despite the bouncing-, April knocked on Leo’s door.
“Hey, Leo ? It’s April, can I come in ?”
“...”
“Just me, Lee. Just me.”
A beat passed, and the faintest of click resonated in the quiet corridor. Raph instinctively rushed forward, but Splinter put a soft hand on his shoulder to hold him back.
“If Leonardo wants to see just April, my son, let him see just her for now.”
“But… Dad, he’s-”
“He’s confused and hurting and needs someone, and that someone is April. Once he feels better, we’ll all be able to see him, is that okay ?”
Raph looked over to the slightly open door, then to April that had still yet to let go of his hand. He reached over with his free hand to his forearm but Splinter gently took it before he could scratch himself. His dad offered a soft smile, gently patting his hand.
Raph let the tension leave his body, sagging like a rag doll.
“Fine, yeah...”
April gave a smile of her own and after one last squeeze, entered Leo’s room, closing the door behind her.
The room was a mess. It was already a wonder she was able to see it’s mess, considering how dark it was. The only light was coming from under the door, and some blue fairy lights she didn’t think Leo knew how to turn off.
The room was filled with destroyed wigs that she had never seen before, but that were probably gorgeous before they were ripped apart, dresses that came straight from a designer closet, with some intricate patterns and embroideries that must have taken hours to make now gone to rags thanks to some randomly placed scissors cut.
Makeup stained the floors, a lipstick that was crushed by someone’s heel, a powder that spilled all over the carpet…
April cautiously stepped around the mess, sitting on the bed next to a curled up Leonardo relatively unscathed.
He hadn’t even looked up, didn’t bother twitching as she sat beside him.
“What’s all this ?”
April worried for a moment, that she shouldn’t have spoken. Maybe all he wanted was some company, not to talk about it. As the seconds passed and no answer came, but Leo didn’t kick her out, she relaxed, gently leaning onto him. If he just wanted company, then she’d give him that.
“I don’t know. My inner girl that was trying to come out before I knew it I guess.”
Leo had looked up to the mess, his snout still buried in his arms, the slightest hint of eyes shiny from tears peeking out. April didn’t know what to say to that. She never really saw Leo wearing any of these, none of his usual dresses were in the mix. He seemed mad at something he did, but that was something she didn’t know about.
But she did come here to help, and if Leo was engaging, maybe he wanted an answer ?
What answer could she give ?
“Ooooookay ?”
“I’m not a girl.”
Well, that seemed to work.
“No, you’re not.”
Finally, he looked at her, and April couldn’t help thinking about how his twin acted exactly the same only moments prior.
She smiled, gently pulling him closer to her until his cheek was almost squashed against her knees. Her big brother had always loved tight physical affection, and this time was no different as he instantly relaxed against her.
“You’re a boy, always been a boy. You’re Leo, you use he/him pronouns, and you say you’re a boy. So you are. You just… happened to be a boy without the dangly bits.”
The turtle let out a dry snicker, amused by her synonym. She couldn’t see the bottom of his face yet, as his eyes that had a spark of amusement dulled again, but she hoped he smiled, at least a little.
“I-it’s not the same.”
“Okay. Do you think I’m less of a girl because I do have dangly bits ?”
“What ? No ! Of course not !”
“Then why do you think you’re less of a boy than you were yesterday ?”
Leonardo grows quiet at that. His defensive position was gone, and he was playing with one of her sleeves, his eyes drifting somewhere else as he thought of the answer. April was rubbing slow circles on his shell, chin resting on top of his head, patiently waiting.
He already seemed less distressed than before.
Talking about it, putting it into words, and more importantly, having his gender reaffirmed were some important steps to take. She knew he picked her specifically to take these steps because her experience was probably the closest to his, even if it wasn’t exactly the same.
“I thought… I thought I was… normal. I guess.”
April froze, and pushed him away just enough to look at him dead in the eyes.
“Leo. I love you, you’re my brother. But there’s nothing normal about you.”
He blinked a few times, and then realization and frustration fell on his face.
He threw his hands in the air in such a childish way April couldn’t contain the giggles that bubbled up.
“I know, it’s not that ! It’s- UGH ! I don’t know how to explain it.”
He crossed his arms and pouted and April pulled him back into the side hug. Quickly, his tension left and he melted like he always did when presented with physical affection.
Leo was quiet for a bit longer than before, thinking, trying to put words into his feelings, and April was happy to let him do so. The silence was familiar, comfortable, and more at ease. Not still quite relaxed, but close to it. They weren’t far to breaking down the last point Leo felt uncomfortable with.
Although it’d be better if done quickly, as she could see that Raph pacing had resumed, and were getting more frantic the longer they were in there without any information given to the outside.
Oh Leo was not getting out of Raph’s hug.
“I’m not- I’m not trans.”
It was quiet, almost muttered, and if the room was completely silent, April would have missed it. Like he was embarrassed, or ashamed to say it. Or he was scared of the answer.
“Of course you aren’t.”
He glanced up at her, eyes big and wide and confused. Like it wasn’t a possibility. Like he was doomed with a label that felt bad and uncomfortable.
“I’m not…?”
“If you don’t want to be trans, Leo, then you’re not. It’s not as complicated as everyone makes it out to be. They’re just words. If you don’t want that label, then it’s not yours. Cis Leonardo who happens to not have dangly bits, why not !”
The turtle contemplated that for a minute, letting the words sink in.
“So… I’m not trans.”
“Do you want to be ?”
“No ! I-I mean… no. No. I don’t want to.”
“It all comes down to this you know. Everything. What do you want to do, or be ? As long as it doesn’t hurt you or others, you can do anything. You can be a vigilante. You can make art on walls, you can dress funny in public, carry a plushie… Does it hurt you or someone else ? No ? Then who cares.”
They sat in silence a little bit longer, enjoying each other presence.
The last of the tension had left, and April could already feel Leo preparing to face the rest of the family, whether it’d be from the quick glance at the door, or the occasional twitch, like he was about to move but decided against it at the last second.
The turtle was fully pressed against her, soaking in the physical affection, taking it in and changing it into bravery to answer the questions of his siblings and explain how he felt about it.
April was happy to provide.
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weakness | r.l.
pairing(s): remus lupin x plus size!fem!reader, background poly!marauders x reader
warning(s): 18+, smut, don’t look too closely at the grammar i wrote this in one sitting, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, remus cums in his pants, poly relationship mention, i really think that’s all; not proofread or edited
a/n: it’s a crime i’ve never written for one of my first fictional crushes of ever
word count: 1k
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remus is distracting, as always
There were several things you liked to pretend didn’t affect you.
The daily weather. Despite your adoration for storms and the feeling of raindrops on your cheeks, it cast a gloomy mood over you all day. You never could shake the way it cast you far into the depths of your mind.
Bad sleep. The too familiar feeling of grogginess and misery clawing at your twitching eyelids until it drove you mad was enough for anyone to lash out.
Remus Lupin. You liked to pretend he didn’t have any power over you, but if you were honest, he could do just about anything and you’d be falling to your knees. Thankfully, the feeling was mutual.
Your heart pounded as Remus’ large hands found purchase on the soft meat of your thighs, fingertips digging into the plush skin. It was his idea to stop by his dorm before heading to the library. Now you watched him with greedy eyes and a hammering heart. “You seem quite eager, love. Should I be concerned you’ll steal me away from my afternoon plans?”
His answering grin was enough to have you swooning, his cheek resting against your knee to nudge your legs apart. “Can’t say I’d mind.”
You complied, scooting forward until your pussy was exposed to him. Remus pressed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. His big, honey colored eyes made brief contact with yours before they dipped low.
In a matter of seconds his left hand was parting the lips of your cunt and he swiped a dangerous tongue over the folds. You whined, jolting at the sharp pleasure as he sucked and licked like a man starved. Your hands wove through his brown curls. He hummed at the feeling. You choked on a moan, a breathless laugh tumbling past your lips.
“You’re insatiable.”
He chuckled, the vibrations shooting through your nerves like lightning. You gasped, tugging on his hair, entirely unsure if you could handle it if he continued. His nose bumped your clit. Your hips bucked involuntarily, an ache forming in between your hips.
Remus kept up his actions, his tongue occasionally dipping into the warm heat of your cunt. Your eyelids fluttered, a quiet moan following.
“Please, Rem, please-“
He pulled away, chin shiny and lips twisted into a mocking pout. “Can’t handle it, dove?” You whined, tugging him up toward you. He groaned softly as he stood, knees cracking and body sore. You leaned back on the bed, giving him room to climb on top of you. He pressed a messy kiss to your lips as he did so. You deepened it, hand reaching to grip the side of his pants and tugging him closer. He gave in, erection rubbing against your aching cunt. He groaned into your mouth.
“Wicked little thing.” You smiled shamelessly.
He pushed himself up and lifted your skirt hem, fingers tracing your soft skin before dipping into your wet cunt. Your legs tensed before you melted at his touch, body trembling as he thrusted his middle finger in and out of you, motions slow and steady. Remus’ hard on rubbed against your hip in time with his thrusts. You let your head fall back as your moaning changed in pitch.
Remus’ lips attached to the skin of your neck, sucking hard on your sensitive collarbone. His thumb swiped over your clit; the sound that left your mouth was half moan, half gasp, some weird garbled mess that under any other circumstance you would’ve been embarrassed about.
“Got my dove all fucked up with just my fingers. What would the others say if they could see you now?”
Your walls involuntarily clenched at the thought and your fingers latched onto the sheets beneath you. They were surely wondering where you two had wandered off to by now. A part of you wanted to see what would happen if they caught you now.
“Oh you like that, do you?”
A broken moan fell from your lips just as he sunk another finger into you. Your thighs trembled against his arm as the heat in your lower abdomen grew. The relationship had been open for ages now, an unconventional polycule you didn’t care to explain to anyone.
Remus chuckled at your response, choosing to trace circles over your clit instead of pressing further. Your body tensed as he added a third finger into your cunt, the tingling stretch enough to have your toes curling. You gripped Remus’ wrist with your left hand, bucking into his hand, his calloused palm scraping against your clit.
A lewd, not quite scream echoed through the room. Remus raised a brow at your still tight grip and quickened his pace, keeping steady attention on your clit. Your body tensed.
“I’ve got you, dove, I’ve got you.” He pressed his upper body against yours, a whisper in your ear to help ease you through your climax. Your thighs trembled as the knot between your thighs tightened. His clothed dick was still rubbing against your hip as he tilted his head up and caught your lips against his, his tongue swiping across your lips. You could hardly kiss back. Your mind was too far gone, caught up entirely in the feeling of his fingers knuckle deep within you and his thumb, oh Merlin his thumb-
You moaned against his lips as the knot tightened further and then released. His own movements grew more frantic, the scratchy fabric of his pants irritating your skin as he drew closer to his own end. Your climax washed over you in waves. With your eyes squeezed shut and your thighs clamped around his wrist, you rolled your hips to ride out your orgasm. It faded slowly, leaving you boneless and limp on his bed. You whined as he withdrew his fingers. A graphic squelch followed as you came to, eyes half lidded as you took in the wet spot on your hip and Remus own satisfied expression. You giggled.
“They others are gonna be so miffed when they see us.” He shook his head, dipping down to kiss your collarbone.
“We could hide away from ‘em, get some time alone.” You rake your fingers through his hair, fingers trailing down his scarred brown skin. Your clothes were already ruined, really. You could feel the wet spot beneath you. Remus knew the exact moment you decided to cave, body sinking deeper into the mattress.
“Maybe they’ll join us.”
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WHEN THE WOLVES TAKE YOU AWAY
✿ — boo seungkwan x f!reader
❀ — summary: the boy your brother, jeonghan, has been stringing along joins you in the bathroom to confront you.
✿ — wc is approx. 4.6k
❀ — genre: smut, enemy/rival/hate sex, bathroom sex
✿ — warnings: degradation, use of derogatory words (slut, bitch, etc), derogatory petnames (puppy). hair pulling (male receiving), choking (male receiving), biting (male receiving). mentions of sexual hunger, collars. mentions of a relationship between jeonghan x seungkwan. everyone in this fic is fucked up. reader is mean during sex. boys that wear makeup & whimper.
❀ — rating: 18+, minors do not interact. this fic has a lot, so please pay attention and be mindful of the warnings. if you feel any should be added, please tell me.
✿ — note: inspired by dpr ian's "don't go insane".
he comes in when you’re busy trying to fix your mascara.
you’re leaning so close to the mirror that the counter is digging into you uncomfortably, eyes wide and head tilted as you try to gently swipe at your bleeding mascara. it’s so hot in the house, from both the amount of dancing, grinding bodies and the outside weather. walking into the house felt like you were walking into a sauna, the bathroom being a cold paradise compared to the rest of the house.
you bite down on your lip in concentration, fingernail gently pressing against the smudge and trying to dab it away. you don’t want to have to get a wet towel to fix it, don’t want to chance ruining the rest of the look; you can’t walk around with smeared mascara, either.
sighing, you give up on your mascara. the lights were all dimmed in the house anyways. no one would notice unless they were extremely close. you grab your bag and take out your vanilla chapstick.
you were placing the wax of the chapstick against your lower lip when the doorknob squeaked, alerting you that someone was trying to get in. you flix your eyes up to watch the door open through the mirror, and then he walks in.
boo seungkwan shuts the door as quickly as he opened it, a sharp glare on his face. he looks cute, even all pissed off like this. he isn’t wearing any color besides black, a stark contradiction to how he usually dresses. his lips are pouted, glistening with gloss. you can’t see well, having kept the overhead bathroom light off and opting to just turn on the mirror light, but you can make out the dark eyeshadow smeared around his eyelids. he’s got a choker on, reminding you of a puppy. he’s cute.
you raise your brows at him before focusing on yourself once more.
“you slut,” he hisses, the words spat from his mouth as if they were venomous. “you fucking told me the wrong address.”
“whoops,” you say, dryly. “my bad.”
he scoffs. seungkwan moves towards the mirror. you put your chapstick back into your bag, withdrawing your lip gloss instead. you twist the wand off. “don’t know why you’re fixing your makeup,” seungkwan sneers. he leans next to you, eyes on his face. he lifts an elegant hand, long fingers brushing against his bangs. “you look like a bitch regardless.”
you grin, capping your gloss and popping your lips. you look at seungkwan in the mirror, noting how his eyes followed the shape of your mouth. “you’re one to talk, kwannie. all dolled up, lip gloss and a choker. makes me wonder just who it’s for.”
seungkwan’s eyes snap to your face, glaring once more. “shut up.”
“you’re just his pet, you know,” you say, noncommittal. “but i guess you did know that, showing up in a collar like a little puppy.”
“shut up--”
“is that it?” you carry on, putting your lip gloss back into the bag. you begin adjusting your hair, not looking at him, not giving him the time of day. “you wanna be jeonghan’s little puppy?”
seungkwan curses you. “you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“i don’t?” you ask. you raise your brows at him again. “i don’t know what my brother’s doing? he’s leading you on, cute little kwannie. and you’re letting him pull you around like a dog. you gonna get on your knees for him, too? gonna bark?”
“you’re just a rancid bitch.”
you shrug, finally pulling back from the mirror. “i’m not the one cornering someone in the bathroom.”
seungkwan scoffs, jaw jutting out and eyes rolling. he crosses his arms in front of his chest. the choker has a little jewel that dangles from it. the jewel bounces as seungkwan moves. “i wouldn’t have to do this if you’d stop being a dick.”
“you’re just so cute when you’re angry,” you say, clicking your tongue at him. you give him a faux pout. “our little seungkwannie~ all cute and angry. barking like a little dog angry he didn’t get his treat.”
“bitch,” seungkwan hisses, and then he’s pushing you against the counter. you gasp, startled; despite how long this tension had been going on, despite how long you and seungkwan have hated each other’s guts, he’s never done this -- never gotten physical.
seungkwan traps you against the counter, face close to yours. you can see there’s a layer of glitter over his eyelids, smeared over his cheekbones. your eyes dance around his face. “aw, you’re even wearing makeup. you really think you’re someone special, don’t you? you think this is what it’s gonna take to reel jeonghan in.”
“you--”
“bitch,” you interrupt, rolling your eyes at seungkwan. “yes, i’m aware. i’ve told you over and over to give up on whatever you think you and jeonghan have.”
“and i’ve told you to shut the fuck up.”
he’d look cute with a little nose stud, you think. he’s got such a cute nose. despite all his anger, despite how much bitchiness can fit in him, he’s such a pretty boy.
“you don’t know anything about jeonghan and me.”
you tilt your head. his arms tense on either side of you as you raise your hands, grabbing his loose black shirt and tugging minutely. “yeah? just how i don’t know that he bought that choker for you? just how i don’t know he buys you only shirley temples, that he cancels on your little dates more often than he goes just so he can keep stringing you on. just like how i don’t know that this is all just a little game for him.
“and you know it,” you carry on, plucking his shirt out from his belt. “you know jeonghan is stringing you along. but you’re just a desperate little whore, aren’t you, kwannie? so desperate for whatever he’ll give you.”
“you don’t know anything,” he hisses again. but his brows are furrowed, mouth pushed out in a pout. his breath his minty, teeth white. there’s an eyelash on his cheekbone. “you don’t know anything about me.”
you mirror his pout, rounding your eyes and trying your best to appear pitiful. “i don’t?”
you move one of your hands from his shirt. you keep one against him, pressing against his side through the silk fabric. he goes still when you raise your hand to his cheek, mouth parted, nose flaring.
“i know you’re hungry,” you say. you scrape your nails against his cheek, uncaring if the scratch is painful. “or you think you are. you want. you see our big house and want it, you see my brother and want him. you want so desperately that you’ll take anything. but you’re just a puppy, kwannie. you don’t know what it means to really be hungry.”
he scoffs; the two of you are so close that you can feel his warm breath. “and you do.”
you smirk at him. “you just want a big house to roam around in and a hand to grip your cock. you’re not truly hungry. you’re just a cute little puppy that needs a guiding hand.”
seungkwan audibly gasps at your words, eyes widening. he’s got you trapped against the counter but there’s no mistaking who truly is in power between the two of you. you scrape your nails against his skin, catching the eyelash. “i’m going to let you in on a little secret, pet. you’re just a little puppy who wants. me and jeonghan? we’re the fucking wolves that are going to devour you whole.”
your hand flies to his hair, and then you’re gripping it tightly. he chokes against nothing for a moment, surprise lighting up his features as you tug at his hair. you pull his head back, bearing the line of seungkwan’s throat.
then you’re on him. your mouth finds the curve of his shoulder, where it meets his neck, and you bite down.
seungkwan cries out, and you roll your tongue against his skin to soothe the bite.
“you fucking --”
“aw,” you whine in false sympathy, “you think that was a hard bite? did that hurt you? just goes to show you’re just a little pup who can’t handle true hunger.”
seungkwan goes to say something, but then you’re biting him again. you love the feel of his flesh beneath his teeth, love how you can feel his stomach shake as he tries to keep his sweet whimpers quiet.
“you --”
you scrape your nails over his scalp, sinking your head to the back of his neck and holding. “you knew what you were going. you knew what you were doing, coming in this bathroom with me all alone. the little puppy wants someone to take care of him, and you don’t care who it is. as long as it’s anyone’s hand other than your own.”
seungkwan’s jaw clenches. the hand on his shirt travels, and you find your way underneath his shirt to press against his skin. he’s soft beneath the shirt, flesh forgiving and warm under your touch as you grab at his hips.
you pull his head back, baring his throat again. he instinctively tenses when your mouth presses against his skin. this time, however, you suck at him. you suck at his skin, your hand traveling down to skim along his belt. now seungkwan begins to whine and gasp, body sinking close to you.
“this want you want?” you ask, mouth against his skin. “want me to take care of you, baby?”
seungkwan’s still for a moment. you can hear the party beyond the bathroom door. you can hear choi seungcheol’s playlist from where it spears through the speakers. you can picture the rest of the house, loud and filthy with bodies that frantically grind and slide against one another. you can practically see the rest of the house occupants, can see how pathetic they are with their lust and want.
seungkwan is biting down on his lip when you pull away, raising your brows in question. he ducks his head, bangs concealing his eyes. “jeonghan --”
“doesn’t care,” you interject. you shift your hand against the back of his throat. you squeeze, just enough to remind him of you, to remind him that it’s you pressed against his body. “if he cared he’d be looking for you, would’ve come after you five minutes ago. instead you’re here, with me. instead you’ve got my teeth against your skin, ready to devour.”
seungkwan lets out a breath, and then he’s nodding.
you smile at him, though there’s no joy in it. you can feel that hunger within you grow and grow, traveling from your groin to your heart and to your brain, can feel it taking over and claiming you.
your hand leaves his neck, and then your hands are at his belt. you make quick work of the thin leather, sliding it off and tossing it onto the marble floor. next is the button of his pants, and then you’re pulling his skin-tight jeans down to his thighs.
his underwear is black, and when you press your hand against his bulge you can feel where his tip leaked against his underwear. you laugh, breathless. he really didn’t care whose hand was down his pants.
seungkwan lets out a shaky breath, head low. his body bows as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, and you can feel his nose press against your neck. he’s got his arms around you, hands still against the counter and keeping him from putting his weight entirely against you.
you rub his dick through his underwear, lazy and uncaring. he isn’t the biggest dick you’ve ever held, nor the thickest. but you can imagine his dick in your cunt, stretching it just right; can imagine how pretty it is, how it would be just as pretty as the rest of him.
he whines and moans in your ear as you stroke his clothed dick. his whines and moans are so fucking cute, and you're desperate to hear more of them. you swipe your thumb over the head, pressing down against his slit through the fabric. you run your hand from the tip to the base, feeling where his balls hang and rubbing them roughly before traveling back up his cock.
seungkwan is loud. you knew he was noisy ordinarily, knew his voice often preceded him. he was loud even in this, whines loud in your ear, even those he tries to choke back. his hips try and buck into your hand, try to grind against you, but every time seungkwan tries to take even a centimeter of control you retract your hand.
“cute,” you say, laughing harshly. “whining like a little puppy, all desperate.”
“asshole,” he breathes, though there’s no real bite to it; how could there be, when your hand was perfectly rubbing against his dick?
you keep stroking him through his underwear. there’s a large wet patch against the fabric from where his tip keeps leaking. you pay special attention to that area, pressing your thumb down against his head and stroking it. he says something; you can’t make it out.
“louder,” you say, “gotta speak up, baby.”
he pants for a moment, loud in your ear. and then: “please.”
you laugh, delighted. “aw! little puppy is so desperate, is he? wants something to fuck, wants to cum. that it, puppy? want me to let you fuck me, want me to let you cum in my cunt? i bet you do. i bet you want to stick your little cock in my warm pussy. hm? wanna stick your poor little dick in my cunt?”
seungkwan sobs, obnoxious and whiny and cute. he jerks against you, arms tightening around your body, and then wetness is spreading through his underwear.
your brow furrows for a moment, and then you’re lifting your hand off of his underwear. you hook your hands in the waistband, and then you’re pulling the fabric down to bunch at his thighs with his pants.
“no--” he murmurs, voice breaking. “embarrassing.”
you laugh loudly. his underwear is sticky and wet with his cum, and when you wrap your hand around his limp dick that, too, is sticky and wet.
he whines and shivers. he's so fucking cute. you click your tongue, hands smoothing over his thighs to grab at his ass. seungkwan tucks his head into your neck, mouth against your skin. “it’s embarrassing.”
“you bet it is,” you say, nails digging into his plump cheeks. “cumming in your pants like a teenager. can’t even hold off long enough to get your dick in me, hm? now what will we do, kwannie? i’m all wet and soaking my underwear but you’ve already cum in your pants. how disappointing.”
seungkwan huffs, and he pulls from your neck. his eyes are sharp, brow furrowed. “you’re such a bitch,” he says.
and then seungkwan is grabbing at your skirt. he pops the button of your skirt and then he’s pulling both your skirt and underwear down down down.
you hop back onto the counter. you kick off your skirt and underwear, and then seungkwan is stepping between them. he places his hands on your thighs. his hands aren’t big necessarily; instead, his fingers are long and thin and elegant. they sink into the plush of your thighs, thumbs rubbing at your inner flesh.
you toss your head back, extending an arm to drape your wrist over his shoulder. “you better not be disappointing,” you say, referencing him cumming in his pants as if that hadn’t been your plan the entire time. “if you’re going to put your fingers in my cunt you better fucking mean it. you fuck up even once and then i’m gonna leave you here all alone, gonna leave you standing here in the bathroom with a cold dick and no pussy to warm it.”
seungkwan glares at you, but nods. he runs one hand along your thigh, pushing it out and bearing your cunt to the room. you can’t help but shiver; your cunt is hot and wanting, and the room is cool and empty.
seungkwan looks down at your pussy wordlessly, eyes jumping back and forth as he just looks.
you scoff, moving your hand to grip at the little strands near the base of his neck and pulling. he gasps, mouth parting, and you use the grip to angle his face so you could look him in the eye. “what the fuck are you doing, seungkwan? have you never seen a pussy before or what?”
“i have --”
“then fucking get in there,” you snap, “stop acting like a virgin.”
seungkwan glares at you, and then he’s moving the hand on your thigh. you relax your grip on his hair as his fingers near your cunt. he hesitates for a moment.
you roll your eyes. “my pussy’s not gonna bite you, holy shit boo seungkwan --”
“shut the fuck up,” he hisses.
seungkwan sinks a single finger into you. his finger is thin and the stretch is slight. still, you can’t help the soft little sigh as that finger sinks deeper and deeper, up until it’s completely buried in your cunt.
“all right?”
you raise your brows at him. “if you’re going to be soft during this then --”
seungkwan sinks another finger in, and this time your eyes flutter and you bite down at your lip. the stretch is more, stinging slightly as he slides the second finger in. he stills as you keep your eyes shut, relishing in the slight ache of your cunt stretching to accommodate his fingers.
you open your eyes. seungkwan is looking at you. his eyes are darting up and down your face, taking you in.
you raise a brow. “well?”
seungkwan huffs, and then he’s crooking his fingers forward, towards your belly button, searching. you roll your hips with him, helping. when his fingers brush against that bundle you can’t help the way your mouth drops, fingers and toes curling, nails scraping against his neck.
seungkwan steadily fucks his fingers into your cunt, hitting your core with each press. your hips shift each time to meet his fingers.
he pushes a third finger in, and this time you let out a moan at the stretch. you love the sting of it, love how your cunt aches. it’s a feeling that has you fucking onto his fingers, seeking more and more.
“come on,” you hiss, glaring at him. “make me feel it, seungkwan.”
seungkwan begins thrusting his fingers into your pussy in earnest. you can feel the slap of his fist against your pussy, can feel how it stings. if you two don’t get around to fucking you’ll still feel sore from his fingers, you know, and how harshly he’s fucking them into you.
“that’s enough of that,” you say. seungkwan pulls his fingers from your pussy. they glisten with your juices, and seungkwan’s face morphs into one of disgust.
“ugh,” you say, “just wipe them off. don’t be a baby. it’s just cunt juice.”
seungkwan reaches behind you, using his clean hand to turn on the water tap. you sigh, loudly, as he rinses off his dirty hand and uses the towel.
“you’re such a baby,” you mumble.
“you’re a dick,” he shoots back. he hovers before you, not touching. he looks hesitant, unsure.
you roll your eyes. “well? are you going to fuck me or do i need to find someone else?”
seungkwan rubs at his dick. he winces, still sensitive from cumming earlier. but he fucks into his fist a few times, until precum is dribbling from the tip. he moves to you and then hesitates.
“what’d you stop?” you demand, raising your brows. you reach out, grabbing his hips and moving him close. “fucking scared?”
“shut up,” he murmurs, throwing you a glare. “just -- a condom? protection?”
you groan in exaggeration, and then you reach over the sink to grab your bag. you push things around for a moment before withdrawing a condom, dropping it onto the counter.
seungkwan fumbles with the wrapper for a few moments. eventually you grab it out of his hands, tearing it open. “fuck. can’t even fucking open a condom wrapper, dumbass. need me to put it on you too?”
he begins to say something, but you wrap your hand around his dick anyways. he chokes, and you focus on sliding the condom down along his length. “there. anything else you can’t do? need me to fucking tell you how to stick it in?”
seungkwan glares at you, and then he’s grabbing you. his hands are on your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter, your legs wrapping around his middle. seungkwan takes his dick in hand and slowly, almost gently, begins to penetrate you.
you can’t help but hiss a little at the sting. again: he isn’t the largest you’ve ever had, but he’s still enough to stretch out the walls of your pussy.
seungkwan pauses at your little noise of discomfort. you growl at him, hands reaching up and grabbing his hair and pulling. “don’t fucking stop,” you command. “don’t fucking stop until i tell you, asshole.”
jaw clenched, seungkwan sinks in the rest of the way. it stings; it hurts. it’s all so good, so delicious, and you wait hardly a moment before rolling your hips and sinking further onto his cock.
“fuck --”
“fuck me,” you say, nails digging slightly into his scalp.
seungkwan looks up at you. his eyes are wide, eyeshadow smeared along his temple. “but -- don’t you need to --”
“i said to fuck me,” you demanded. “i told you to do what i say. you want? you want to be in my cunt so bad? you want someone wrapped around your dick so bad you’ll fucking crawl like a dog for them, let them buy you a collar? then you fucking do what i say, boo seungkwan. you do what i tell you and when i tell you. you fucking do what i say. got that?”
he nods, biting down on his lip. his hands grip your hips, and then he’s rolling his hips, cock sliding against your walls. the drag is smooth due to your juices and the lubrication fo the condom. it’s almost too smooth.
you didn’t want seungkwan to fuck you for wholesomeness, for him to be gentle. you want him to fuck you.
“if you don’t start fucking me i’m going to leave you here,” you say.
seungkwan curses under his breath, calling you some name. he pulls most of the way out, the drag of his dick making your head fall back and toes curl. then sharply, meanly, he fucks into you. the contact stings, you know it’ll hurt later. but you crave it, are hungry for it.
“that’s it,” you say, clenching your teeth. “fuck me like that.”
seungkwan nods. you slide your hand down his head, and then you’re grabbing at that stupid choker. you sink your fingers between the band and his skin, hooking them and tugging at the choker.
seungkwan groans, eyes fluttering.
you laugh at him, pulling the choker against his throat again. “you like that? like being choked, baby?”
he nods. his lashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks. you can see his natural blush from underneath his makeup, can see his bangs beginning to stick to his forehead from the sweat. his lips are pursed. he’s so cute.
“here’s the deal,” you say. “make me orgasm and i’ll choke you. make me cum around your cute little dick and i’ll choke you.”
seungkwan tenses, a soft little noise leaving his throat. and then he’s fucking you.
every single thrust stings. he fucks you as if he’s rushed, as if he as intent. seungkwan fucks you as if he doesn’t just want it but hungers for it, as if he’s starving and your cunt is the meal, as if he’s desperate for fulfillment and only you can give it .
the sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the bathroom, seungkwan’s moans loud. you have to hold onto his shoulders, have to relax your body and just let him use it, let him use you.
and you fucking love it.
it hurts, and it’s a delightful sort of pain that makes tangles together with the need that tingles in your groin. his balls slap against your asscheeks, and fuck how you want it.
“come on,” you say, voice low. seungkwan shivers as you speak. “make me cum, baby.”
seungkwan slips his fingers down and down, and then the pads of his fingers are pressing against your clit. for a moment he just slips his fingers aimlessly, your cunt absolutely drenched. then seungkwan focuses, and he begins rubbing at the sensitive spots on either side of your clit, each stroke of his fingers paired with his fucking into you.
the tingling sensation of your lower body grows and grows, your hunger taking over. you were going to devour seungkwan. it didn’t matter when, didn’t matter if it happened now -- because one day you will absolutely swallow him whole. you’ve had a taste of him and that only validated your hunger. it made you so fucking hungry that you couldn’t handle it. you were going to devour him, going to make him yours.
you orgasmed with a cry, mouth falling open and nails digging into his flesh. your cunt gripped seungkwan’s cock tight, fluid gushing from your cunt and onto the counter, staining it.
seungkwan was moaning as your cunt clenched around him, brows furrowed and lips pouting. he looked to pitiful, trapped by you.
you pushed him back, and immediately you missed the feeling of his dick stretching you out. that didn’t matter. you fisted his cock, ignoring the condom; your other hand went to the back of his choker, and then you were tugging it again.
seungkwan groaned, eyes fluttering. you began pumping his cock in your fist, fast and crude. you pulled at his choker, giving him relief intermittently, cutting off his air flow only minutely.
“like my hand around your dick?” you asked, snickering. “hm? like it when i’m letting you fuck my fist?”
he nods, but you scold him. when seungkwan speaks his voice is horse and desperate. “yes. yes, i like it .i like it so much, want it -- want you so much.”
you smile, triumphant. “yeah? you’re my little puppy, aren’t you? my little fucktoy. say it, kwannie. say you’re mine.”
seungkwan whimpers, the sound making your cunt clench. “yours,” he cries out, “fucking -- yours!”
“gonna get you a new collar,” you say, tugging it again. “gonna get you a better collar, baby. show you off. you’d like that, like knowing you’re wanted. wouldn’t you?”
seungkwan nods. you’re on a high, adrenaline rushing through your veins. your smile never your face, broad and glimmering like a wolf’s.
he comes with a sob, and you can feel how his cock pumps out cum into the condom. you continue fucking him through it. “so fucking pretty, kwannie. pretty baby with a pretty little cock. gonna fucking ruin you, kwannie. gonna fucking make you mine.”
his makeup is running down his face. his eyeshadow is smeared from his tears, and there’s glitter around his mouth and on his jaw. you’d kiss him if he deserved it.
instead you laugh at him, pushing him away. you grab your panties and skirt. your thighs are soaked with your fluids, but you pull up your skirt nonetheless. you don’t bother to check your makeup, knowing it’s ruined, knowing everyone in the house probably knew what you had been doing already.
you grab seungkwan’s shirt, pulling him close. you grin up at him, pushing your underwear into his pocket. “very good, little puppy. very good.”
and then you turn around and walk out of the bathroom, leaving seungkwan leaning against the counter, eyes wide and watching.
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I luv ur high maintenance s/o💗🫰
Take the cod boys to sephora and swatch every single color on their arms lmao.
Ghost completely flabbergasted, shook, bamboozled when he finds out the price of some of these items lol.
“WHY IS IT $45 for some chalky colors luv ?!?!?!”
“$30 for THAT?!?!?!”
*accidentally got lip plumper on his eyelids* “OH BLOODY JESUS ARSE IT BLOODY FUCKING STINGS GET IT OFF MEE!!!”
141 at sephora
first of all: thank youuu<33 had lots of fun writing this
warnings: none!
✧.* gaz:
"please, baby, I just need an eyeliner." you whined as you two were passing in front of the store, gaz shrugged and went along with you.
"just an eyeliner? mhmm, I know." he said with a smirk, but was happy to see you happy.
you went inside, going straight to where the eyeliners would be and he followed just behind you.
"$25 for a marker?" he widened his eyes and you chuckled. "that's overpriced."
"yeah but it's waterproof!" you said, swatching it on the back of your hand.
"I can give you a permanent marker for less than half of that!" he laughed, looking at all the other products in the aisle. "damn, I didn't think makeup was this expensive."
"it is." you said, knowing well that there were cheaper products. "babe, what do you think about this color?" you asked, holding a liquid lipstick.
"y/n…"
"please, it's just this one." you pouted.
"fine." he laughed, giving you a kiss on the forehead and going with you to check out.
he ended up paying for you, getting all flustered to see you happy.
✧.* ghost:
"I just need to get a few things, I promise, it won't take long!" you dragged simon by the arm and he almost stumbled on the bags he carried.
"love, you just said that at the last store an hour ago." he chuckled.
"last one, I promise!" you mumbled, to which he could only sigh and follow you.
you stopped to see the eyeshadow palettes, swatching the colors on your arm and inspecting them. he just stood there with the bags in his hand, tired of having to be social all day, until his eyes met the price of stuff.
"bloody hell, darling, $50 for twelve colors? what's in them? the cure for cancer?" his eyes widened when you took the palette in your hands. "oh my god, $30 for that? are you kidding me? jesus, love, I'm going bankrupt."
you could only laugh at his reaction and the way his tired eyes followed you around the store as you picked more stuff, not even daring to ask the price of them. when you had finished shopping, you bet he stopped to get some tea on the way back home.
✧.* price:
"is this what you put on my skin that day, sweetheart? we should get this f' you. oh my god this is expensive, did you waste your expensive products on me?"
"I didn't waste them." you laughed, picking up some face masks. "I want you to have smooth skin just like me."
he isn't used to the price of beauty products, but he's also not surprised that they're overpriced. it costs x for you to get your hair products and have the most soft hair ever? swipe his credit card. costs y to get skincare products just so your skin is smooth when he's caressing your face? swipe his credit card.
usually ends up with a gigantic bill, but if you're happy he's happy.
stops by the perfumes when you're not looking to get you a new one, you have no clue how but he ended up getting your favorite.
✧.* soap:
"come here." you called him, grabbing a foundation, snatching his arm and swatching on it to see if it had enough coverage.
"jesus, what is this?" he sniffed, making you laugh.
"foundation." you inspected his arm, watching if the color would oxidate. "hm, I don't like it."
you'd leave him unattended for a minute and he would come back with a hand on his eye, complaining that it was hurting.
"lass, got something in my eye, ow, ow."
"what did you do, johnny?" you tried to wipe it off, but it was glossy and you ended up smearing it even more.
"ow, I put that thing over there-" he pointed to a section of lip plumpers, and you could only take a glance at it before he started to be a lot more dramatic. "-in my eye, ow, help, please."
you could barely breathe at how much you laughed, asking for a makeup wipe to try and get rid of the gloss. he was mumbling some things under his breath, cursing at you playfully for leaving him alone.
when you finally took it off, he still felt like his eye was burning, and you two had to leave the store due to how badly you two were laughing. not to mention that he was left with a swollen eye.
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how i started to feel pretty
hey loves! i’ve struggled with feeling insecure over my looks, but recently i’ve made changes that have helped me be less insecure. little improvements with my lifestyle and mindset have already made a big difference. first i’m going to talk about my insecurities, then what i did and then general tips.
my insecurities:
hyperpigmentation. i have bad undereye bags due to genetics that landed my family to call all of our eyes “raccoon eyes.” then redness above my eyelids, then darkness above my upper lip no matter how much i shaved.
facial asymmetry. we all have it, but i felt so bad anytime i took a selfie and i couldn’t bear to take any photos of myself.
body dysmorphia. this one is weird. i don’t view my body the way others do, and honestly the way i view it changes all the time.
changes i’ve made:
first i started doing things that didn’t help. they were temporary solutions that did nothing. i used concealer and powder for the hyperpigmentation- but it looked cakey and a little ashy-kinda cuz i wasn’t using a color corrector. for my body i did these “abs in 2 weeks!” challenges during covid, and was restrictive, which is the worst thing you can do for yourself.
for my skin:
i started using the glycolic acid serum by the ordinary. this stuff is life changing! i’ve been going makeup free on my skin lately and my skin tone has gotten so much more even. plus it’s affordable and it’s a giant bottle.
for my face:
i started doing face massages for muscle tension
i also realized that my facial asymmetry is 1) normal (we all have it to a certain extent and 2) it’s probably not as bad as i think it is.
for my body:
i’ve started to focus more on health than appearances, because that my view of my body is distorted. i don’t see it like other people do, so i need to prioritize my health. i started eating MORE- more foods that are healthy, more fruits and vegtables. instead of restricing i allowed myself to have more.
i developed a pilates plan that focused on building strength, and incorporated a little bit of weights. now that i play sports i’ve put an emphasis on strength which has actually helped me get more toned.
journaling. i began to write down about my feelings- the way i view other people vs. the way i view myself. it made me realize how social media gave me an unrealistic image, and how i wasn’t viewing myself the way i really am.
advice:
what are you insecure about? the first step is just writing down your biggest insecurities- aka why don’t you feel beautiful? what made you feel this way? no one is born feeling ugly- we’re all taught to feel this way, whether it’s comments that have been made to us or others.
find people with similar stories. this helped me in the past, watching videos about people who had the same insecurities as me, it opened my eyes to how harshly i treat myself.
get to the root of it. for my skin i realized that covering up my hyperpigmentation with makeup wouldn’t solve the problem, so i put an emphasis on incorporating things into my skincare routine that could solve the problem, without makeup!
think in the long-term. think about what’s healthy for you, and the most natural way of doing so. for example, when it came to my body i had to think about what’s healthy for me overall, not a quick fix. quick fixes aren’t attainable!
prioritize mental and physical health. i think we should all embrace our natural beauty by focusing on our skincare and the health of our hair. additionally, mental health is equally important, especially when it comes to body image.
positive thinking. a lot of times we tend to vocalize our negative thoughts, ive heard ppl make horrible comments about their bodies and things like that. first of all, stop saying those things out loud- you’re only reaffirming them in your head, and furthering the bad feeling. when you get horrible thoughts about yourself, try to stop them and replace them with good ones. even if you don’t believe it at first, you soon will.
it sometimes takes a while for beautiful people to realize how gorgeous they are. i had friends who i thought were some of the prettiest girls in the world, but they didn’t even realize it. i bet there’s so many people in your life who look at you and see the beauty in you that you don’t see in yourself. just stay healthy and keep positive thoughts, and i hope in time you’ll see your inner and outer beauty.
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hey hey :) i love ur writing sm!! i was just wondering if u could do a small blurb or fluff fic of what its like to wake up with izuku, like i can just imagine his bed head and how cute and soft it would be
ੈ✩‧₊˚ Wishful Dreaming
Waking up next to Izuku was as soft as his morning kisses.
Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader
Genre: Fluff
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Izukus' blessing from the higher spirits came tangled in between blue-colored sheets. Everything he ever wanted was in the shape of a twin-sized mattress, and everything he ever needed slept on top of it. It was far too early in the morning, but still, the arms that intertwined with his own awakened him with nothing but patience and love.
He knew that heaven existed between these four walls - that the only thing separating the boy from reality and divinity was the angel sleeping next to him. So he smiled as he kissed you good morning, something that is necessary when lying next to a beauty such as yourself.
“Wake up.” He whispers as the softness he feels in his heart spilled in between every syllable. “We need to wake up.”
Unfortunately for him, it was a Saturday, which meant that you’d do everything you can to stay under these covers for just a few more minutes. What’s the point of waking up and getting out of bed? You’d rather stay right here, wrapped up in him as he kissed you every 5 and a half minutes.
With a sigh, he slowly twists and turns so that he could see you at a better angle. If you’re going to be spending the rest of the morning in this nest, he should at least see you perfectly, this wasn’t hard to do though - you were perfect in every angle.
After lounging around a moment - 11 minutes to be exact, or 2 kisses if you use that measurement - you opened your eyes. Now it was you who felt lucky.
A lazy little smile was the first thing you saw, then it was his eyes, then his dark green hair which was always a mystery to you. Green, untamed, and everywhere - That’s how he’d describe his bedhead. His curls stuck out in every which way, some darker than others as the sun made fun of his frizzy state. However, this was merely an illusion, your lover's hair was as soft as his touch (he thanks your strawberry-scented conditioner for that.)
“Hi. Good morning y/n.” He blurbed lazily, words splattering into each other as his heart clenched at the sight in front of him. Dearest, he thought, You looked so beautiful.
You replied with a simple hum, deciding that this moment would be better in your silence, his voice had the effect of putting you back to sleep anyways. He chuckled as he saw your eyelids slowly close and then jerk back open, it was clear that you were fighting the urge to get pulled back into your dreamlike state. He wouldn’t mind really, but he was feeling exceptionally selfish today, and he wanted to talk to his lover.
“‘Zuku..” You began, “Please just 16 and a half more minutes.” - which means 3 more kisses, but he didn’t know about his unconscious habit that was kissing you in rhythm.
Izuku sat still for a few seconds and then slowly pulled himself closer to you, thanking his twin-sized mattress for once again being the perfect size. “Only because you asked so nicely.” He sighed, and then he kissed your temple, starting the timer.
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a/n. Hello, it's been a long time since I last visited this blog (half a year!). In all honesty, I didn't know time could move so fast, but I guess this blog is a reminder of that. Sorry everyone, things just caught up to me - but I'm writing again, so I hope to post frequently on this blog.
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Bakugou Katsuki dating a hyper feminine fem!reader
(who is also the human embodiment of Barbie)
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x hyper-feminine!fem!freader
Warnings: fluff, maybe ooc bakugou? idk, the pictures at the top DO NOT indicate how the reader looks, reader is a Barbie dolls collector idk if that should be a warning I’m not good at this, there is nothing specific body type, hair texture or skin color described
Note: Since I watched the Barbie movie I have been OBSESSED with it and hyper-fixated on it, so this idea came to my mind. I am not good at writing/writing headcanons so if it's bad please don't mind it. But do let me know what I can do better in the future.
Hyper and girly gf x grumpy and anger issues bf
Or la la la and ok ok ok
That’s literally you two
Dating someone who is hyperfeminine and is literally the human embodiment of Barbie would be an interesting dynamic for Bakugou
But yknow the saying ‘opposite attracts’
First time meeting you Bakugou would be utterly baffled at first by your pink-themed wardrobe, sparkly accessories, and bubbly personality; it would be completely alien to him.
At first, he might find you overly cheerful and appearance-focused. However, over time, he would begin to appreciate your confidence, bubbly personality, and unique traits (and also your odd obsession with collecting Barbies)
He might even secretly enjoy your knack for fashion and makeup although he will never understand your obsession with the color pink
OCCASIONALLY might let you do makeup on him bc he loves you too much to say no to you
Glaring at his reflection in the hand mirror with pink eyeshadow on his eyelid “I look ridiculous.”
but will literally threaten you if you tell someone what he doesn’t know is that you secretly took a picture of him with the pink and glittery makeup
Bakugou often reluctantly let himself get dragged by you to go shopping INSISTING on holding all your bags for you walking with you like an intimidating guard dog
Yknow that tik tok trend where a girl has night walking privilege and then they show their intimidating boyfriend walking with them? Yeah that’s you guys anywhere y’all go
Will glare and almost physically get ready to fight someone if they look at you oddly or comment on your appearance
The outfit contrast is COMEDIC between you two when you guys go out
Bc like you are all pink, bows, frills, sparkle, gems, and smiley
While he is all black, in large jackets, combat boots, hunched over shoulders, and a scowl on his face
Yall definitely get looks and double check by people
He will definitely give you self-defense lessons bc even though he is always there to protect you he needs to know if there is a situation where he can’t be there to protect you which is NOT often you can defend yourself
“If I’m not there to beat up some shitty idiot, at least you can kick some ass.”
“But I thought you would always be there to be my knight in shining armor.” you would say teasingly
Gets dizzy every time he sees your closet he's dramatic bc it’s all shades of pink, glitters, frills, and sparkles
Pointing at your high heels; “How the hell do you walk around in those death traps??”
Bakugou ALWAYS remembers every little thing about you
Like your favorite food, flower, color that is really obvious or snacks, he even remembers your favorite Barbie from your huge Barbie collection
Bakugou would struggle to express his feelings in words, but his actions would speak volumes he will go out of his way to ensure your comfort and safety, and his subtle ways of affection always make your heart flutter
Surprises you with an intimate candle-light dinner with a big bouquet of pink roses
“Don’t get used to this mushy crap, okay?” he would mutter with a small smile
And you would pinch his cheeks “Who knew you were so cheesy Katsu.”
And you appreciate his ways of showing affection
Bakugou once surprised you with a limited-edition Barbie that you had been wanting for a while and you cried
Y'all's dates might involve a mix of Bakugou’s preferred activities and your interests/ideas
So it’s a different type of date every time and each of them more fun and sweet than the last
Bakugou uses a few different pet names to call you by:
Doll/Dollface: Bakugou, at first, used the nickname with a hint of sarcasm but it evolves into an endearing term
Barbie: While this pet name seems like an obvious choice, Bakugou playfully uses it to acknowledge your resemblance to the iconic doll
Babe: A more casual and common term
Sunshine: He uses this term to acknowledge your bright and positive personality, even if he’d never admit that you have a positive influence on his mood
Princess: Bakugou might reluctantly use this pet name when he is feeling particularly soft towards you, even if he’d never say it out loud in public might let it slip once or twice
When you heard about the Barbie movie coming out you were SO EXCITED
Talking Bakugou’s ear off about the film and begging him to come with you
He is too whipped and can never say no to you so of course he is coming with you
You already had your outfit and makeup picked out for the film and also chose a Ken outfit for Bakugou fucking imagine him in the mojo dojo casa house Ken outfit with the fur coat SKSJSKJSJ which he hesitantly wore just to make you happy
He was definitely not enjoying himself by being your Ken no definitely not
He also bought you the Margot Robbie Barbie as a gift to surprise you and you swore you fell even more for the ruby eyed man in front of you
So in conclusion Bakugou loves you a lot and will do anything for you no matter what it is or how ridiculous it is
Note: gifs, pictures, and header DOES NOT belong to me. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!! Feedback is appreciated.
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Finally, home...
(If anyone knows how to change the letters' color and how to make the publication more pretty, please I'll apreciatte the help and advise. Also, this is my first one shot, so enjoy.)
Warning: None, just fluff.
You were at your apartment, resting on your bed, reading. You were completely peaceful, except for the lingering thought in the back of your head; when’s your husband gonna get home? As if on cue, a bright spiral of colours appears down the hall, Miguel walking through it. You hear his low sigh, his menacing but familiar footsteps in the living room. “Cariño, it’s me.” His low, tired voice calls from down the hallway.
You look away from the book and place it on the nightstand next to you. You change position on the bed; changing from lying to sitting. Your attention is focused on the door frame where you would see your husband. You had a ponytail as a hairstyle, your mane of hair looked in comparison to that of a lion. Your were wearing a black nightgown, it was a soft fabric but not silky. It had a small V-shaped neckline and the skirt reached the middle of your thighs. Your skin was slightly illuminated by the lamp next to you. Your eyes looked black as night, even if they were brown, the darkness did not allow its true colors to show. Your hair was disheveled; even if you had combed your hair. You pay attention to your husband's figure, waiting for him to approach and take a seat next to you. You could see the exhaustion in your partner's eyes and you wanted to do what you could to take all that stress and tiredness away from his being.
Miguel drags his feet as he walks into the room they both shared. Miguel looked tired, exhausted, stressed and drained. Dark circles adorned his face, part of his curls fell on his forehead and his face looked a little pale. He looked like he hadn't slept, hadn't even eaten. He had made you a small promise, which was that he would eat; be it breakfast, lunch and/or dinner. Although sleeping is already a bit complicated.
Miguel lets his weight fall on the bed. That side of the matress sinks a little due to its body weight. He brings his arm to his face; covering his exhausted eyes. He has migraine. Spending so much time looking at those screens, plus the lights from the portals, did not help with his situation. He had thought about it while he was still in his office. He had that internal debate of whether he should go home or just stay to work.
Obviously he had the idea of staying. He had a bottle of migraine pills in his left cabinet. But his mind clicked: he was married and had someone waiting for him at home. His mind went elsewhere in an instant. The soft and delicate touch of your fingers massaging his scalp. Your soft lips and the warmth of your body. He needed it. He realized how lonely he felt when he wasn't by your side. He needed your touch, your voice, your being, your presence.
And there he is, lying on his back. His arm blocking the dim light of the lamp that adorned your bedroom. He didn't want to talk, he felt so heavy. His eyelids felt heavy, the muscles in his jaw refused to communicate the message he wanted to give you. He still had his suit on. It was suffocating, even if it was a hologram.
Your worried look increased when you saw his state. He looked vulnerable, something very rare to see. Your arm reaches for the button on the lamp and you turn it off. Miguel finally moves his arm away. Only his holographic suit illuminated the bedroom a little with a faint red light. You approach him, close enough for his hair to brush against your legs.
Miguel opens his eyes a little just to look at you. Despite the darkness in the bedroom, he could see you so clearly. He could see every detail, every feature of you perfectly. Lazily, Miguel's right hand reaches for his Gizmo. Deactivating his suit made by codes.
His brown eyes close for a moment: only to then open them and look into your eyes. Miguel rolls to your side; his head on your lap. His hands brush against your hips. A sigh of exhaustion and satisfaction leaves Miguel's mouth. No words were needed. You already knew what he was looking for. One of your hands begins to massage his scalp, while the other massaged the back of his neck. You felt Miguel's muscles relax on top of you, his tense body slowly relaxing under your soft touch. Miguel detaches himself a little, as if giving you room to settle. You look at him confused.
"To make you comfortable." Miguel murmured. His voice a little hoarse from exhaustion. There you realized. You settle into bed, lying down. When you are settled, Miguel lies down next to you. His head close to your chest so he could listen to the music that your heartbeats provided. Your hands continued to work their magic, Miguel's arms surround you but do not squeeze you.
Miguel felt at home. He had someone to love after so much time alone: he couldn't ask for more. He normally doesn't let himself be carried away by his feelings, but your touch made him lower his defenses and let him show that side that he hid so much when you had barely met. That warmth and tickling in his chest when he was with someone. Oh, how he missed it. He was finally happy, he was with the person he loves, his everything, his home. Finally at home.
#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara x reader#miguel o’hara headcanon#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x you#spiderman#fluff#spiderman 2099
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