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[ SMILE ] Jesse & YON ???
[ SMILE ] jesse & yON ???
sexual tension prompts! <3
[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.
her eyes widen- she hadn’t seen his smile in a while, it earns a little uncomfortable noise that seems to get caught in her throat as it attempts to surface- almost as if she’s subconsciously pushing it back down again. “why are you smiling? it’s not fucking funny.” juxtaposition to his own, her expression sat deadpan. gaze remaining on his own as she allowed him to chew on her response to his amusement.
obviously, jesse wasn’t finding her words funny. yon had admitted, with or without her own consent for it, that she still cares for him. i don’t think thats completely settled in her head just yet, it went something along the lines of, ‘you’re all i want, you are all ive wanted, but i don’t need you.’ and as harsh as yon wished it to be, talking face to face, it’s a lot harder to push back emotions that she and both him no longer want to feel. for emphasis, yon decides to repeat, “i don’t fucking need you.”
she watches as jesse’s smile fades, a little feeling of satisfaction rushes through her - eyes following his every move as she continues, “i’ve never needed you. you’re nothing to me.” his response fills her with rage, ‘keep lying to yourself.’ she hates that he knows her so well, that he’s right. she can’t handle it. yon repeats herself, his nonchalant responses to her statements only adding fuel to the anger that was brewing within her - but of course, it wasn’t just hate, was it? frustration.
the room they sat in, their old studio, it was only so big. the more their emotions built up - especially yon’s, the smaller the space felt. when’d they get so close, yon wondered. stood facing one another, the females hand sat on his chest for a moment, seemingly to create some space between them- but yon doesn’t push him away. no, her fingers claw at the material, if someone were watching they’d even see her pull him slightly closer.
they watch each other closely, exchange a few curse words, yon mutters something along the lines of, “i hope i never see you again.” though her voice, her tone, it’s shifted. her annoyance had faded out, completely, leaving her lips was nothing but desperation. he could sense it too, they both know what they wanted. they hated it. but they wanted it so badly.
each other.
there’s a delay, there’s a - we shouldn’t do this. they’d hurt so - the ache of their hearts so desperately clawing at their hungry libido as their gaze remained on one another, but it wasn’t strong enough. their body & soul collides once more, it’s hard to tell who initiated the kiss. yon’s stumbling backwards, her claws still digging against his chest. they only free his skin to create a little stability for herself once the two collide with a table behind them. it happened so quickly she began to get a little dizzy. his lips are arrows, daggers, the deeper the embrace became - the more that hunger and frustration grew. her jaw was soon being painted, yon’s hands danced, her nails hunted - her legs trapping him flush against her.
not a breath was taken. as his kiss found her neck, that anger rose again and yon found herself pushing back - tumbling from one side of the room to the other - regaining some control. her hands are in his hair, twisting and not so gently pulling as her body desperately creates some friction between them. the caress continues for what seems like forever - their careless and anguished lust for one another was almost trance like ; a trance to be broken by a sudden crash. time starts again, they’re staring at each other, almost in shock. yon pulls away first, immediately backing away and breaking his gaze.
oh shit.
there’s a silence, that shit eating grin is back. yon takes a second, her lips part as if to speak something important - alas, nothing. she cant conjure up any words. her mind is fuzzy, she’s angry. but no longer at him - at herself. quickly, she gathers up her jacket and without a second thought - she’s gone.
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→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐈𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse . ❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] . ❛ go down . go down on my muse . ❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops . ❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse . ❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body . ❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
[ LEAN ] thomas x yon ?
sexual tension prompts! <3
[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.
there she stood. vibrating bass that almost echoed through her system with a crescendo silence, her shaky fingers occupied by a shitty plastic cup with contents unknown to her and probably the one who provided her with it. neon lights intoxicate her state of mind, she wants to move, to dance. oh fuck. realisation seeps in and her posture stiffens, seemingly frozen where she stood as the thoughts flood in like waves.
it’d been what? a month? since she’d asked somebody to accompany her in a dance - the craving- the lust to play god with another’s fate had faded out for what yon felt, to be forever. quietly, dames curses to herself, allowing eyes flutter ever so gently shut as a nervous sigh tumbled from lips painted purple- a moment of calm.
the room grew a little darker and yon found her optics snapping open at the sudden shift, they find a hand beside her - she follows it up until there’s a face in view. any annoyance melts away as realisation hits of who the hand belongs too. thomas. she’d gotten comfortable with him recently so there’s almost a smile as he leans a little closer. ‘you okay?’ he’d shout beside her ear, to them both- it was seemingly a whisper in all that noise. yon didn’t care. yon didn’t even process what it was he said. her gaze sat innocently on his, remaining there as these new thoughts about him popped into her head. heart, racing. there’s a growing feeling of guilt in her gut, why would she want to risk this with thomas? of all people? what was wrong with her? of course, these questions were all internal. physically, her arms wrapped over his shoulder- shameless, she’s smiling, mirroring his action & tone of voice;
"i’m fine. dance with me?”
3:30am / 211221
full moon. palm tree. cigarette. hotel lobby. we are your dream. famous monsters. make no mistake. we never wake. we are your dream. we never die. marble mansion. private party. manicured lawn to house strange blood. dry, alone. cruising the hills. meet you in the cemetery. we love dancing. and violence. beneath the dirt. below earth. we are your dream.
“ what is wrong with me? ” fingers entangled in jet locks as she pulls and pulls attempting to soothe that building stress within her. she’d hurt somebody again, hurt them badly. it’s different this time though. her back slides down the bathroom wall, staring at the lifeless body that sat beneath her, his familiar face. his warm smile. his loving eyes. gone. stripped of any animation within them. she didn’t cry, theres no blood on her hands. no evidence to hide. all that remained on her person, was guilt. guilt for being. guilt for existing as she was meant to exist. imagine that, being swallowed by your own purpose. being manipulated to believe something completely new and estranged for it to be instantly ripped away, no sedation. the pull away is painful, its bloody, its tearing. yon lost everything in the blink of an eye. her lover, her guidance, her new way of living. her light. turned off, lost. she’s uncertain, afraid, unsure of the next step. because he would make it for her. what is she to do now? go back to before? she doesn’t think she can.
she’s crying now. that’s not something she’s designed to do. yon’s almost choking trying to slow them down, push them back in, resort to anything that isn’t this. this is weak. this is showing that she isn’t who she once was. she always knew how to emote, how to fabricate emotions and how to manipulate them to her benefit. never to let them fall for another. maybe its for herself, it’s not only her love she lost today. she lost apart of herself. but i suppose, it’s been lost for a while now. maybe it’s finally coming back? maybe they’re happy tears. her emotions are confused. yon’s smiling now, trying so hard to fight it back, it’s turning into laughter. she’s free. but she’s sad? is she? what does it mean to be free? is this pain all a part of it? will it get easier? maybe with time.
optics fall back onto the body once again and her smile falters. the tears and cries get a little louder. her vision gets a little blurry and the dames began to visualise a woman stood before her. its her. yon felt no anger toward her. or maybe she did. right now she wasn’t sure. the image of the woman is kissing the man who lay on the floor. they’re kissing. they’re loving. she’s taking him away from her. he’s betrayed her. he’s hurt her. he’s made her feel small, embarrassed, tricked. deceived. the one person who has promised her different, promised he would never do that to her. what’s the one thing she’s always done to people who deceive her? yes he taught her different. but, he lied. he’s a liar. yon’s sobbing now. the grip on her hair tightening as she buries her face, attempting to shroud her vision with darkness, completely block out the image that is circling around in her brain.
“ i’m scared. ” she showed herself to him. physically, emotionally, spiritually. she allowed him in, she let him stay. but he threw all of that way. in the trash. exactly where yon wishes she was right now. and for why? he had it coming to him? he had it coming to him. the blanche would repeat this phrase in her head a couple of times as the laughter started to rise again. “ you did this to yourself. you. you asked for this. you knew what you were getting yourself into. ” yon is talking directly to the body on the floor, addressing him from top to bottom, focusing in on the wound inflicted by an accidental blow to the head. there was a little water on the floor. of course, it’s to yon’s hand he’s unlucky. he’s had the worst week of his life. it would of progressed onto the worst year of his life if he’d survived this fall.
but through it all. yon didn’t mean for this to happen. she’d never had this guilt, never knowing that she’d hurt somebody this badly before. this being the first human she’d ever got close to, the only person in her life she could barely consider family. who took her away from her woodland in france, to the suburban neon streets of korea. gave her opportunity. a chance at a new life. made her believe he was all she had. in a sense, this became true. whether he knew that or not. she had someone control her, control her life. she loved it. she felt wanted. she felt safe. she felt all these emotions yon hadn’t even believed in before meeting him. most importantly, he’d given her love. introduced her to what that word means. but she’d go along with it right? i mean, there’s no way she can go back home now. she’s living with him. him, his 3 other girlfriends who yon until recently, was unaware of. it’s a little cozy. the names he would call her. nobody ever gave her nicknames before. the dates, the meals. the amazing food. she shouldn’t eat it though. that’s what he said. she appreciated the advice. the i love you’s. not from him, but yon got to say it. before that, she’d never gotten the chance. it was so much fun and she’s forever grateful for it.
but she’ll never let herself experience it again.
celebritz:
grayscale water turns to snow , ice froths in the river as sky turns hard as shinning stone pale sun should be making her shiver. but since her heartbeat turned to sparking wires &. whirring fans its been so bitter. ❝ i always want winter to go but wish for it when summer comes ❞ flakes fall from the ashen sky , flame turns to a cinder just like how her last mania stole their last high &. their fingers have cyan &. copper in their tips.
╰ ––––––– ✧ STARTER : @lofikids
hot air fell shakily from the female’s lips. her fingers, ( torn apart by the glacial downcast that penetrated pale undertones with its harsh caress. ) she tucks them neatly into her tattered patchwork pockets as optics warm up to the female opposite. sierra sighs, “ that’s the case for a lot of things, at least i think so. we don’t realise how badly you miss something until it’s gone. human nature. “