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shortythescreen · 4 years

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Warning(s): NSFT/18+. Vaginal sex, semi exhibitionism? Corny porn plot.

Pairing(s): Crypto/Wattson.

Author’s Note(s): A commission for my lovely @dargonwolfeh! Had so much fun writing this continuation of their fic. My first ever fic with two canon characters together! Someone pinch me lol.

On paper, Crypto and Natalie are not living together.

They could file for it if they chose to. Could go the Apex Execs and tell them they needed one less suite. It might be the smart thing to do, considering Natalie never spends time in her own apartment anymore. Crypto’s hesitant to share his business with others, though. Especially the people he’s hellbent on taking down. Especially since the marketing team would surely publicize them as ‘star crossed lovers’ should they ever be placed on different squads in the arena.

So, they say nothing, even though everyone knows they live together. Everyone knows they’re a couple. Even if they themselves haven’t quite realized just how deep they’ve sunken.

Until now, anyway.

Crypto stares into his medicine cabinet, hand frozen on the little handle attached to the mirror. He’s not very particular about grooming himself. Mila Someone he knew before taught him that he needed to use a different soap for his face than he did his body and that’s… about the extent of his self-maintenance. He’s bought the same shaving cream, the same 2-in-1 hair and body soap, and the same face wash for… years.

Therefore, the bubblegum pink moisturizer tucked neatly against his shaving cream is definitely not his. Neither is the ‘normal to dry’ face wash, or the gummy women’s multivitamins. As a matter of fact, now that he looks at it more closely, a majority of the things in his medicine cabinet don’t belong to him. Awhile ago, he might have been bothered by that, but now…

The front door of his apartment swings open and shut and he doesn’t panic. Doesn’t think it’s the syndicate, come to arrest him because they know who he really is. He knows who just got home, who’s blabbing on the phone.

“Non, Octavio, not like that!” Natalie says. Crypto closes the cabinet, forgetting why he opened it the first place. When he sees his reflection, the dark dusting of stubble beginning on his jaw and his upper lip, he remembers. He decides he’ll say hello to his girlfriend before he takes care of that.

He takes a step away from the bathroom counter, peering out the open door of the bathroom. Natalie is shrugging out of her coat, holding her phone between her shoulder and her ear, the opposite hand cupping it to make sure it doesn’t slide as she strips out of her day clothes. Her sunny hair tumbles out of its hood as she does, the short locks brushing just beneath her ears, and his lips twitch up at the sight of it.

She turns and beams as she sees him. She finishes hanging up her coat, tossing it carelessly over the rack and lifting her head, holding one arm out to him. Shirtless, Crypto exits the bathroom, looping an arm across her shoulder blades to tug her close. He kisses her forehead in greeting.

“Salut, mon amour,” she mouths up at him. The grin fades from her features and her eyes turn towards the chatter coming from her phone. “Okay, well, that means you didn’t plug it in to the right port.”

Crypto loudly snorts, making Natalie press her lips together to hide a laugh. She presses a finger to her lips, silently shushing him. Those pretty blue eyes flicker over his chest, over the dark line of hair on his lower belly. He smirks at her, reaching up to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear, the rest of it falling over his knuckles.

The tips of his fingers dance down the side of her throat and Natalie shudders. She takes a step away, trying to put some distance between them.

Their match from last week flashes through his mind. She certainly hadn’t backed off him while he was trying to talk to Ajay. They were very lucky that she was distracted by the match – or that she was willing to turn a blind eye to their shenanigans. Though his expression stays neutral, Crypto snatches Natalie’s hips, pulling her close.

“Y-You’re working with an older model, Octavio, it’s not going to go as quickly as the newer one,” says Natalie, the little stutter at the beginning of her sentence making him quietly smirk. He dives down, licking a stripe up the same place his fingers were, and she shivers against him.

“If you want it to work, you have to have patience,” she continues as Crypto traces the band of her pants, all the way to the back. The prominent curve of her ass feels perfect in his palms and he squeezes, tugging at the stretch waist she wears.

Natalie always has a problem finding pants that fit. Her ass isn’t proportionate to her waist, sticking out further than any smaller size jeans would allow. She likes the stretchy ones for that reason and he’s grateful for that now, snapping the elastic band against her.

Natalie squeaks and Crypto backs her up, against the couch. Their legs knock as they move but when she finally hits the cushions, she falls into them with a plop. Her dark eyes twist up to him and, oh, for all she seems so sweet, he knows that look.

“Non, mon amie, I’m fine,” Natalie suddenly breathes, remembering Octavio is on the line. Her throat flexes and Crypto smirks, palming the bulge in his sweatpants. Her eyes blink to his crotch then back up to him, like she’s waiting for him to make a move. He has every intention to. “Uh-huh. Okay, well, let’s try this again.”

Crypto reaches down, manhandling her onto her knees. She hangs onto the back of the sofa with one hand, clutching her phone with white knuckles in the other. He grips those stretch pants, pulling them slowly down, and biting his lip at the way they stretch over that juicy round ass of hers. Natalie likes boxer briefs, especially ones with interesting patterns. Today, the underwear has bananas as they design, peeled or otherwise. The innuendo isn’t lost on Crypto and he snorts. Natalie glances over her shoulder with a sneaky grin.

“Cheeky,” he says, tugging those briefs down. Her pussy is perfect, pink and open and waiting for him, surrounded by golden curls, and Crypto’s mouth waters. She shivers as cool air caresses her and he’s right behind it, spitting onto two of his fingers. He holds her open with his opposite hand, fingers sinking into the pillowy flesh of her ass, spit dripping onto the couch as he presses his wet fingers against her.

“T-Then you just-” Natalie begins, and he can’t see her face, but the little hitch of her breath tells him all he needs to know as he pushes his fingers past her outer lips. They clutch her clit on either side, and he sees the muscles in her lower back clench. “Just plugitin.”

She chances a look over her shoulder once again and Crypto smirks. She’s so eager already, so ready to be fucked. He doesn’t have nearly as wild of a sex drive at Natalie – had to remind her during the first few times that foreplay’s important, that having her soaked and wet and trembling made it easier for him to fuck her to pieces. He’s tempted to remind her again, but he can already feel her cunt lubing up his fingers with every stroke of them against her. He should have known she was a little bit of an exhibitionist, sought a little thrill after she sucked the soul out of his dick in the arena.

Crypto pushes one finger up to the knuckle inside her and she squirms, clearly wanting more. He watches her, waiting.

“Oui, you put in the password? And it’s-” Her jaw drops as he slides a second finger in on one of his thrusts, stretching that sweet cunt. It hugs his fingers beautifully and the thought of having it on his dick instead makes Crypto bite his lower lip. Natalie thrusts her ass back into his palm, always greedy, always hungry for more. She’s so used to being on top, to riding him, fucking him open, and he can feel her trying to take control even though she’s the one vulnerable here. “I-It’s still not working?”

Her head drops as he pulls his fingers out, only tugging his sweats down low enough to free his cock. He slides his wet fingers up and down the length of it, before raising the same palm to spit in it once more. Natalie’s been like a bunny recently and Crypto thinks he should have had the foresight to hide some lune underneath the couch.

He didn’t, though, so he pumps himself, biting his lower lip, waiting until he can hear his fist moving along his shaft, until it sounds wet and sticky. He rolls back the foreskin, pressing the blunt head to her weeping hole. Natalie tenses all over and he peers up at the back of her head, waiting. When he doesn’t move, her head snaps towards him, and she gives him a glare that could turn blood cold. He chuckles, obliging her with a slow roll of his hips, seating his cock inside her.

Natalie bites her lower lip, hard, and he knows he’ll be able to see the indentation of her teeth in the pink skin later. He doesn’t care though, pulling her back onto his cock, careful not to clap his hips against her ass, even though he wants to.

“Octavio, listen, I-I just got home.” Lie. Crypto would smirk if he weren’t so entranced by the hot, velvety heat of her. She starts fucking herself onto his cock, hips driving back, and Crypto leans back, watching her work. “I will come and take a look later.”

She rests her forehead against her clenched fist, thighs scooting apart, giving her a wider range of motion. Her cunt makes white, creamy streaks on his dick and Crypto bites his tongue, driving forward. Natalie slams her fist against the back of the couch as he piledrives into her cunt, the blunt tip hitting that spot that he knows makes her see starts. “Oui! Ouiouioui, okay, au revoir!”

She tries to push herself up onto her forearms, tapping desperately at the end button on her phone. When it finally beeps, signifying Octavio can no longer hear her, she groans, low, and loud, and long, and the noise goes straight to Crypto’s dick. He mouths at her shoulder, moaning himself, grinding his cock hard and fast into her cunt.

“Crypto!” She gasps. He hooks an arm around her torso, grappling with one of her breasts through her top. She slips the hand that had been holding her phone down, feeling where they’re connecting. The noise he makes isn’t human, the fat of her ass quivering with every clap of his hips against hers.

She drags those fingers up, toying with her clit as he pinches a nipple through her top, and she moans something like his name. When he glances down, he sees sweat pulling in the small of her back and he sighs, biting her shoulder. He sinks himself down to the base and grinds his cock down, against that spongy spot he found with his fingers earlier. Her voice grows higher in pitch, fingers frantically moving on her clit, and Crypto shudders, closer, close, fuck, he’s so close-

“Crypto!” She yelps and without warning, her cunt constricts around him. His jaw drops, the scorching heat of her closing in. He thrusts his hips forward once, twice, before suddenly pulling out, grabbing his cock – fucking soaked, still attached to her cunt by a sticky trail – and jerks it frantically. He throws his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he cums onto the globes of her ass.

They’re both panting, trying to catch their breaths. Her blonde hair somehow looks crazy, even though he hadn’t fucked with it the whole time she was on the phone. She looks over her shoulder at him, beautiful, gorgeous pink lips parted to suck in breaths of air.

“You… are mean,” she groans, flopping onto the couch. Crypto snorts, smirking at her.

“Karma is mean,” he says, nudging her over on the couch with a knee. He knows they’ll regret it later, that his spunk is smearing all over the cushions, but she looks so perfect, so fucked out. He squishes her into the couch, joining her.

“You liked what I did in the ring,” whines Natalie.

“And you didn’t like what I did just now?”

“That’s not what I said, mon amour,” she grumbles, turning to nuzzle into his chest. Crypto kisses the top of her head, looping an arm around her, and reaching up to ignore her phone as it starts to ring again.

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chain-unchained · 4 years

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October 12 - Part 1

The thing about fall, especially in the valley, was that the weather tended to be unpredictable. In the span of an hour, it could go from being pleasantly sunny, to an icy downpour, to overcast, then back to dazzling sun. It wasn’t so bad if you happened to be inside where it was warm and dry; if you were unlucky enough to be out and about when the weather began to change, though…

“Wow, it’s really coming down out there.” Emily commented from the couch in the living room of the house she shared with Haley, pulling back the curtains on the window to watch the rain come down in heavy sheets. “That’s just fall in the valley for you. It’s too bad it’s so cold out, I wouldn’t mind a thunderstorm.”

“I would.” Haley shot her sister a scathing look from the crafting nook they’d set up in a corner of the kitchen. “Humidity makes my hair frizz, so that’s a hard pass from me.”

“Aw, come on.” Emily shifted to rest her arms on the back of the couch, content to watch the raindrops race one another down the window. “You don’t enjoy them even a little? The sound of the rain on the roof is so peaceful…”

“Would you can it? I’m trying to do something here.” There was a good deal of pent up exasperation behind Haley’s voice; giving Emily another reproachful look, she turned her attention back to the infernal sewing machine sitting before her. “This outfit’s gotta turn out perfect, or else I can kiss that full ride scholarship good-bye.”

Emily hid the smile that came onto her face; she was used to dealing with Haley’s standoffish behavior, so it was nothing new for her to be told off like that. She knew the reason why her sister was so on edge as well, so she didn’t mind acquiescing and just quietly enjoying the storm. “…. Hm?”

She sat up a little and pulled the curtains back more as movement outside caught her eye; there, running down the street towards the Cindersap forest, was the farmer boy, holding his bag up over his head to try and fend off the icy rain.

“What?” Haley glanced up briefly as Emily got up from the couch. “Oh Yoba, don’t tell me you spotted another bird. We’re not keeping it.”

Without giving an answer, Emily hastily traipsed over to the door and threw it open. “Ashe!” She called as the petite farmer jogged past. “Here, come inside before you catch a chill!”

Ashe practically skidded to a stop on the slick pavement. “A-Are you sure?” He asked, looking a bit hesitant as he hugged himself to try and keep warm.

Nodding her head, Emily stepped aside while holding the door open; after a moment, Ashe jogged over, trying not to brush against her with his sopping wet clothes as he crossed the threshold into the house. “Th-thank you so much, Emily.”

“Hey, what are neighbors for?” Emily gave him a friendly smile as she shut the door behind them. “I’ll grab some towels and get some hot tea going, that should help warm you back up.”

It took a few minutes to brew the tea, but before long Ashe was bundled up on the couch, his nearly numb hands clutching at a cup of strong peppermint tea. “Sorry for getting your couch all wet.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll dry, won’t it? Anyway, you stay right here until the rain lets up, and then you march yourself right back home and take a hot bath so you don’t catch a cold.”

As Emily passed the crafting nook to go back into the kitchen, Haley snorted quietly. “That’s not even a real thing.” She grumbled, trying to focus on her work again. Every few seconds she’d glance around the sewing machine into the living room to sneak a look at Ashe, who was quietly sipping away at his tea. He was awful small for a farmer, and for a boy for that matter. Pretty sure he was about the same size as someone like Abigail, even…

Shifting to be able to look out the window, Ashe idly drummed his fingertips against the cup. ‘I hope the rain’s not too cold for the crops…’ He thought anxiously, his brow furrowed in concern at the idea of it. The pumpkins weren’t long from ripe, which was good since Spirits’ Eve was fast approaching. With any luck, he’d be able to let Jas pick out her pumpkin before opening the fields to the public..

“Hey.”

Jumping a little, Ashe turned to look at Haley, who had come to stand before him. “H-Hello, Haley.” He greeted slowly. He and Haley hadn’t really had any interaction since he moved to Pelican Town; she was always either absorbed into something like photography, or content to just ignore his dirt-covered self any time they passed.

Haley folded her arms over her chest as she gave him a hard look. “… Take off your clothes.”

The sudden demand made Ashe’s face turn a deep shade of crimson, and nearly made him spill the tea all over himself. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, I’m not saying to get naked.” Haley scoffed with a shake of her head. “Look, you don’t want to catch a cold or whatever by staying in those wet clothes of yours, right?”

“N-No, but…” Ashe was more confused than uncomfortable at this point. “I don’t… have anything else to change into…?”

“Oh, my Yoba—” Frustrated, Haley practically shoved some dry clothes into his face. “Are you really that dense? The bathroom’s through that door there,” she pointed, “so quit asking stupid questions and go put these on!”

“Y-Yes ma’am!” Not wanting to be scolded again, Ashe hastily set the tea on the coffee table and disappeared into the bathroom. It felt incredibly awkward to him, first being invited into their home when he didn’t know either of them very well and now changing in their bathroom into…. “Um, Haley?”

“Whaaaat?” Haley’s impatient voice snapped from the other side of the door.

“Are you sure these are the clothes you meant to give me--?”

“YES! Just put them on already!”

Hearing her sister’s exasperation, Emily stepped out from the kitchen to see her waiting impatiently by the bathroom. “What are you up to?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“… Yes, actually, that’s why I asked.”

“Well, if Farmer Dork here would hurry it up, you could see.” Haley drummed her fingertips against her arm; she was never a patient girl, and it was really grinding her gears that Ashe was taking his sweet time to change.

After almost a minute, the door unlocked and began to open—“Finally,” Haley huffed—and a very meek Ashe stepped into view; no longer was he wearing the overalls and bright orange turtleneck. Emily’s jaw dropped a little at the sight of him, clad in a lilac-colored t-shirt type top hanging baggily over a long sleeved white dress shirt. Instead of pants, a pair of charcoal shorts—also baggy and oversized for his small frame—covered the upper parts of his legs, while clean white leggings pulled halfway up his thighs covered most of the rest. He looked like… a totally different person, and quite an uncomfortable, embarrassed one at that.

“Hrm….” Haley grabbed his arm and pulled him to stand in the middle of the living room, taking her time to walk circles around him and examine him from every angle; more than once she would stop, tug on a piece of the fabric, make a noise of discontent, and then resume her circular march. Out of nowhere, she let out a frustrated yell. “Yoba, this won’t win the scholarship!”

“Scholarship?” Confused, Ashe looked to her, then to Emily, who gave him a sympathetic smile and a shrug of her shoulders.

“Haley’s trying to get into a fashion design academy in Zuzu City.” She explained simply. “But it’s a pretty expensive school to get into, so she’s trying to win a full ride scholarship.”

“Yeah, and I can kiss those hopes good-bye if this is the best that I can come up with!” Haley yanked on Ashe’s sleeve, obsessing over every flaw in the fabric. “Ugh, I worked so hard on this too!”

“Is it really that bad?” Ashe looked down at himself; sure, these weren’t clothes that he would ever pick out for himself or wear while working on the farm, but they weren’t awful. “If you made these yourself, then that’s really impressive.”

Haley gave him a hard look. “… Of course you would say that. You wear denim overalls every day.” She grumbled, roughly letting go of his arm and looking away with a frustrated pout. “…. Thanks, though. I guess they don’t look so bad when you’re wearing them.”

Another idea struck her, and she whipped around to face Ashe again with her eyes glinting. “I know. I’m sure to design something amazing if I’ve got someone to model outfits on! C’mon, you’ll do that for me, right?”

“Haley, don’t be selfish.” Emily stepped in between the two and shook her head. “Ashe doesn’t have time to be a dress up doll for you.”

“Actually…. I don’t mind.”

Surprised, Emily looked over her shoulder to Ashe. “Are you sure? You don’t have to play along with her, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” Ashe nodded his head slowly. “But I want to. I think it’s wonderful that Haley wants to go to a school like that. And I want to help her. If that means that I have to dress up every so often, that’s okay.”

Rather than being elated, Haley couldn’t help but feel a little muted. She had kind of expected Ashe to just play along begrudgingly, and she’d been okay with that, but hearing him so willing to help her like that made her feel just the littlest bit of guilt. She hadn’t expected him to be so… nice.

“You’re really kind of a pushover, aren’t you?” She asked a few minutes later, as she was busy taking Ashe’s measurements; now that she had a willing participant, she needed them so that the next outfit prototype wouldn’t hang like a burlap sack on him. “I bet you don’t even know what the word ‘no’ is.”

“I do!” Ashe insisted meekly. “I just… don’t say it very often. Besides, I really do want to help you. I didn’t know that you had such a wonderful dream. But… why ask me, specifically? Why not ask someone like Emily, or Abigail, or Penny?”

“Are you kidding?” Haley crouched down to take Ashe’s leg measurements. “Like they’d ever agree to help me. I know nobody in town likes me very much. You’re pretty much the only person that would put up with me besides Emily. And there’s no way that Emily would wear anything I made, even just to model it.”

“I-I see….”

“Geez, you’re such a twig!” Making a note of his measurement, she jotted it down on the notebook by her feet. “How does someone who works on a farm have such skinny arms and legs? I’m actually kind of jealous…”

Ashe’s cheeks tinted a bit pink at the comment; to be honest, he was embarrassed about how small he was. It wasn’t like he didn’t try to put on weight, because he did. “If you don’t mind me asking… what made you want to study fashion design?”

“Well,” Haley picked up the notebook and straightened up to set it by the table where her sketchpad was, “I don’t know if you’ve realized it, but I’m not exactly the most petite person on the planet. Alex likes to tell me I’m thicc with 2 c’s, whatever that means. And it’s really frustrating sometimes to find clothes that are cute or sexy or just nice for bigger girls—if you’ve got a butt, or a big chest, or a thick waist or thighs, then there’s not much selection for you, and it’s usually fugly as hell on top of being expensive.” She sighed and leaned against the table as she folded her arms across her chest again, a frustrated frown on her face. “So I got to thinking that if no one out there is making stuff for plus sized people, then I would. And not just for the bigger girls, either—I want to make a line of clothing that caters to all shapes and sizes and gender identities. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you identify as or what your body is—” she suddenly struck a determined and triumphant pose, a fire practically burning in her eyes, “you should be able to wear nice clothes like everyone else!”

Her sudden outburst of passion caught Ashe quite off-guard. They were both strangers to one another, so he really had no idea that she had such ambition.

“So yeah.” Haley leaned back against the table again. “Of course, the fact that filling a gap in the market would bring in loads of money is a nice bonus, but more than anything, helping people feel good about themselves is my main goal. And even though I’m mostly aiming towards plus sized women,” she gave Ashe the faintest of smiles, “I appreciate that you’re helping me out here. But I’m blaming you if I don’t get into this academy, you got that?”

“Right…” Ashe half laughed at the idle threat.

“Alright then.” Glancing out the window, Haley saw that the rain had all but stopped. “Oh hey, the rain’s let up. You probably should get out of here before it picks up again.”

“Ah, really?” Ashe looked outside as well, relieved that he would be able to get home. “I’ll go change real quick—”

“Go ahead and keep those clothes, by the way.” She added as he moved towards the bathroom. “They’re nowhere near good enough to get a scholarship with, and I’m never going to wear them. Actually, do me a favor and wear them around for awhile. I want to at least see how they hold up under wear and tear.”

“You… want me to wear this around town?” Ashe looked down at himself again, his face turning red just imagining being seen by other people—let alone Shane.

“Yup. You got a problem with that?”

Catching the ‘look’ that Haley was giving him, Ashe decided it wasn’t worth the battle. “N-No, no problem.”

“Good. Now get going.” Considering their little ‘appointment’ done, Haley sat herself at the design desk and opened up her sketchpad to a blank page. It was back to square one, but she had numbers and points of references this time.

Sighing internally—he really was a giant pushover, wasn’t he?—Ashe got his wet clothes out of the bathroom and began to the front door. “Oh, before you go!” Emily called, catching his attention as she traipsed out of the kitchen with an old umbrella in hand. “I knew we had one sitting in one of our closets, so I dug it out for you. Wouldn’t want you to get caught out in the rain again, now would we?”

“Ah, thank you!” Grateful, Ashe accepted the umbrella. “I’ll make sure to return it.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that. Keep it! It’s not like we ever use it anyway.” Emily gave him a smile and a wave. “Be careful on your way home, alright?”

“I will.” Ashe clutched the umbrella against his chest and bowed his head to her. “Thank you again!”

As Emily shut the front door, Haley leaned over to watch Ashe disappear down the road through the window. “You know…” She began slowly, resting her chin on her hand as she sat back and picked up her pencil. “He’s not anything like I thought he would be.”

“What did you think he’d be like?” Emily picked up the empty tea cup from the coffee table and took it into the kitchen.

“I dunno… like you, probably. Super weird and hippie-dippie. I didn’t expect this… puffball pushover.” Tapping the tip of her pencil against the pad, Haley had a contemplative look on her face. “And what’s with that ‘I want to help you’ stuff he was spouting?”

“That’s just how Ashe is.” Emily rinsed the cup out in the sink and came to stand next to her sister’s desk. “He’s just a genuinely caring person. How else do you think he and Shane ended up together?”

“I guess.” Haley looked down to the blank page before her. “… Hey, go and get my laptop for me. I need to look up some inspo.” It was time to fill that blank page up with a fresh design.

As Ashe moved from the town proper to the boundaries of the Cindersap forest, he sneezed into his elbow; despite having been warmed up in their house, he still felt a chill deep in his bones. ‘Maybe I should have an early night tonight…’

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erinelezabeth920 · 6 years

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Days 17-18: - Quito

Day 17:

It was Saturday. It was a tired day. I woke up late. I hadn’t slept in since god knows when. Not too late though because that damn equator sun shines right through my window. I went down around 8am and had breakfast with Monica; she thought I was going to Quilotoa today instead of the day before. My Spanish was probably off. I was hoping she would do my laundry today because it was beyond tragically low (hadn’t been washed since the hospital, since I arrived to Quito). She said something that the lines were all full (air dry clothing after hand washing), and she would do it tomorrow. Damn. After breakfast I went upstairs and diddled around until 10:30am. At 10:30 I headed out the door wearing shorts and a T-shirt (still held out hopes for laundry, maybe…). It was bright and sunny out. I wrapped my scarf around my shoulders. I tried out a different bus route to the Spanish school which sent me the completely wrong direction, so I just grabbed a taxi instead. I waited out on the steps for a few minutes until Kat showed up. Star showed up directly after; we sat on the steps and chatted, trying to ignore the gazes of the men at the barber shop next door. Soon a younger woman showed up, who we figured out was our tour guide. Michela, either a friend or daughter or something of one of the Spanish teachers was a local college student who was studying history and tourism. She wanted to practice giving tours, so the teachers asked if any of us were interested. It seemed like a nice way to spend a Saturday.

Mike and Ana arrived a few minutes later, and we set off. Kayla was getting her hair done, and Erin was at home mourning the loss of her phone (it had gotten stolen on the metro, just after we had said goodbye from margaritas after Quilotoa). We headed on the crowded metro to the historical district. It was honestly beautiful. We had been there before, but it was basically the first day and I was so out of it I don’t remember much. The day was perfect, sunny and not too hot. Michela told us about the history of the buildings, the Spanish conquistadors, and showed us the statue in the Plaza de Independencia when Ecuador become its own country. We went into the public library, and into some breathtakingly amazing churches of which I have no photos because it’s not allowed. With Spanish colonial architecture, narrow streets, churches and historic buildings, Quito was actually the first city in the world to be named a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

I had thought that Michela would speak in English, but she didn’t know it well enough she said, so spoke Spanish. I missed some things, but it was good practice and I asked Mike and Ana to translate a lot. She spoke of politics, the Spanish influence, and Incan relics. There is so much depth and history to this place that I can’t begin to scratch the surface. I stood on the roof of the old library, surveying the city.

People were out everywhere. Tourists and locals alike. The historic center has old buildings, colonial style and cobble streets with vendors selling ice cream, fruit and empanadas. We had lunch at an almuerzo place (3$). After lunch, Kat and Mike headed out. Ana, Star and I opted to stay to visit the Museo del Ciudad. Michela had to head out, but set us up with a tour guide (also in Spanish) for 3$. It was honestly one of the best experiences I’ve had here. The museum was beautifully laid out in an old building where each room explained a historical period of time in Quito. From the geography, to indigenous people, where they lived, what they ate, how they moved from hunter gather to society, the overtake of the Incan Empire (which only lasted 40 years who knew?!) to the first Spanish conquistadors, mass massacre of the indigenous people (what else is new), colonial period, independence, and finally modernization (also didn’t know Ecuador only adopted the American dollar 10 years ago, to avoid inflation and the total shit that is happening to Venezuela right now). Anyway, two extremely informative hours, listening in Spanish. How completely American, that I can live in a place and know nothing about it. After the museum Ana, Star and I bought street churros and they were amazing.

After that I went home. I was tired. I napped for an hour then went to meet Kayla, Erin and Star for dinner at a pasta place in Plaza Foch. Erin was in better spirits. It’s just mentally and emotionally draining to feel constantly unsafe. But dinner was nice. I was exhausted but hung out with Erin and Kayla for a little- we looked for a place to dance in Plaza Foch, but it was too early and everyone was hustling us trying to get us to come in for a drink. I got annoyed and was going to slap the next guy that walked up to me with a menu, so we took a taxi up to the gay bar where Mike and the others were meeting. After another annoying conversation with the bartender about cover charge, we paid the stupid 10$ went in and danced for a little. I’m getting familiar with all the popular latino songs. (Erin already knows them by heart.) It was a typical gay club, flashing lights and music and men who can dance. Mike, Jojo, Ana and Mayra showed up shortly after. I danced with them for a bit; Erin, Mike and Jojo were in their element. I was tired though, just overstimulated from a lot of people in small spaces with smoke and bodies, which is essentially all the public transportation is in Quito, so I said goodbye around 11:45 and caught a cab home.

The cab driver didn’t have his meter on. He told me 5$. I told him absolutely not, 3$. He said no, 4$. I was pissed the whole ride home and gave him 3.50$

Day 18:

Sunday was just wonderful. It was a bright, sunny morning. I ate breakfast with Monica and Hernando. We sat and talked for a long time; I told them how I was an outdoor guide back home and showed them pictures, of the mountains in Washington, the mountain goats, the cherry blossoms. I brought down my laundry (finally). Monica asked if I wanted to go to the market, but I told her I was meeting friends to watch the world cup game.

Heading outside, the city was dead. I don’t know if it’s the Catholicism, the World Cup, or both, but everything felt quiet. The streets were empty and people were biking happily where usually cars are zooming and honking. The first bus I took was playing the game on the radio. When I got off at the park, a street vendor was listening on a portable radio. I took the second bus up toward the clinic and got off to find the bar we were meeting at. The streets were empty, just occasional cars and bikes. The day was absolutely beautiful. I met Erin and Kayla outside, and we walked in to a happy, popping bar. I ordered a mojito and Venezuelan mozzarella sticks. It was a fun atmosphere.

After the game we (the 8 of us) walked to Parque Carolina, a big park nearby. We went to the botanical gardens, and wandered around for a few hours looking at the different plants, flowers and ponds. After that we found a nice grassy space in the park to plop. We read, took naps and took turns watching stuff so people could go buy food. The park was extremely busy, almost like an amusement park with a little river of paddle boats, food vendors everywhere, and a little sketchy looking ferris wheel. Families were playing, happy. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but the energy felt different. More carefree. Probably the Catholicism. Day of rest. At one point a family with a guitar and a harp came right next to us and played. It was wonderful. The little boy kept running away with the maracas.

After the market, I stopped for pasta and a glass of wine. It was okay but overpriced. I had bought a 2$ teenage vampire novel in Spanish off the street and tried to translate it. I got through one page. After that, I headed home. I had tea and bread with Monica, Primo, Pablito, Anai, and Hernando. It was nice. After that I headed to bed.

I don’t know how to explain it, but it was a special day, weekend really because I wasn’t jetting off somewhere in search of adventures. Sunday especially felt, well NORMAL. Waking up late, chatting with the family over breakfast, meeting friends to watch the game, hanging out in the park. That’s what typical Sundays are. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it was a marker, an accomplishment of sorts in the most tranquil of ways. We were past the point of two week, of the adrenaline of a vacation, and were just, for a brief quiet moment, living. In Quito.

It’s kind of a beautiful thought.

#ecuador #travel #blog #writing #studyabroad #southamerica

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April 2018

Rediscovering an old passion of mine: The ice. I went to another ice-hockey match the other day and the atmosphere was fantastic - tense, excited, the players were really going for it. Hannes bought me beer and a hot dog and I enganged in friendly banter with the enemy (I wished him a safe trip home to Karlsruhe after Mannheim had lost and he winked at me). I really hope we'll win the semi-finals. I desperately want to go to the final! Ice-hockey brings back childhood memories for me because I used to join my dad who had season tickets for the LA Cannibals. He was allowed to bring children under 6 for free (I think I must have been 6 until I was about 10 years old...) I also saw the movie I, Tonya about the infamous figure skater Tonya Harding on Easter Sunday, sitting alone in the cinema, enjoying my popcorn. I loved this film. The soundtrack is awesome, the acting and the humour are spot-on. A few days later I actually went ice-skating with Korbian (in the EHC Red Bull rink!) and even though my feet still hurt so much that I have to unfasten the ice skates every twenty minutes it was great fun. Water and ice - I'm in my element.

A small present from a sixth-grader: a sticker of a smiling bowl of ramen noodle soup!

I can see that I'm so much fitter now than a few months ago. I can run up a flight of stairs without being out of breath. Not even a bit.

Sewing together all the granny squares I had lying around. The size is still on baby blanket level so just give me a few more years to finish it...

The first warm days. Planting flowers in front of my window (primrose, forget-me-not, buttercups). Setting up the canvas chair. Hanging up the laundry on the balcony. Eating outside, walking over Viktualienmarkt just before sunset. Great light and amazing smells.

Climbing the hill in Olympiapark. Lying in the grass, making out with K., enjoying a spectacular view over the Alps and the city.

Having painted toe nails for the first time after the winter. I especially like O.P.I's Tickle my France-y (and how every nail polish just looks so much prettier under water).

The Describe Yourself Like a Male Author Would Twitter thread: Her breasts entered the room before her far less interesting face, decidedly maternal hips and rounded thighs. He found her voice unpleasantly audible. As his gaze dropped from her mouth (still talking!) to her cleavage, he wondered why feminists were so angry all the time. (stellar example by Jennifer Weiner)

Watching Gegen die Wand by Fatih Akin for the first time. And Frida - seems like I'm quite into biopics considering how much I liked I, Tonya.

Seeing how the cat reacted to Korbinian. She just rolled into a little ball in his palms and he held her in his hands for quite a while. Seems like she prefers men...

Amira Casar is very pretty.

He said I didn't snore!

Unter Glück hatte ich mir eigentlich was anderes vorgestellt.

A new double-ended eyebrow brush.

Talking about that one illustration in Janosch's Post für den Tiger (mole network!) and Lena knew immediately what I meant.

Walking over the playground with Lena and Alexandra. Trying out the seesaw, a carousel and the swings. Climbing a jungle gym, squeezing through the ropes, sliding down (my ass didn't get stuck!!)

Lying outside in the sun on a deck chair after one hour of swimming. Cold at first, very very nice after I was dry. It's incredible how much power the sun already has.

Sore muscles from ice-skating. Hill-climbing. Swimming.

Talking a walk in the Nymphenburg castle grounds. Taking a photo of Magdalenenklause (as always - I think it's fascinating how you can see the reflection of the trees and the blue sky as well as the interior of the chapel and the windows at the far end). Reading at Königsplatz. Buying food at the Asian market and some candy at Pomeroy & Winterbottom. Meeting Lena and Obi, having avocado toast with fried eggs at Holzkranich in Schwabing. All in all a really nice day even though I wasn't in a great mood to begin with.

Trommeln in der Nacht was the best play I've seen at the Kammerspiele so far. I really liked it. I mean, an Australian guy singing pop songs during a classic Brecht play - what can go wrong?

Swimming freestyle laps for the first time! My technique is probably shit but all that matters is that it gets my heart rate up.

Finding four tiny holo stars on a page in a librabry book.

Deciding to ride my bike down to Großhesselohe - I lay around in the sunshine in my bathing suit. And I needed sunscreen for the first time this year! I love the smell of the Garnier sun oil. Felt like summer! Isarkaribik... I also lay across from a nudist guy with a pretty good ass. Doesn't hurt.

Moser Roth lemon yoghurt chocolate.

Getting a bunch of Alstroemeria flowers at the supermarket. They were so pretty and stayed fresh for weeks.

Scene hunting.

The sound of the woodpeckers in the trees outside my apartment.

Delicious recipes for all kinds of wraps in the latest issue of Schrot und Korn.

Walking barefoot.

Meeting two huge, fat cats on my evening walk over the fields. Seeing the illuminated living rooms, watching people having dinner, wondering if they actually like each other. The smell of the first blossoming trees. The view over the forest after sunset, watching planes rise above the clouds. The sound of last year's leaves in the wind. Still some traces of light left. Seeing a hedgehog behind a garden fence.

How interested the cat was in the little blooming twig I brought home from a walk.

Reading so incredibly much.

Reading, yes, again - reading about Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes in Connie Palmen's Du sagst es. It's a fictional autobiography of Hughes. All these feelings, so much drama and a life for literature.

Another evening walk (I like them best) - lying down in the big nest swing at the playground. Finding a pile of free give-aways on a bench, taking home paper plates (I use them for acrylic paints).

Trauringe have only one letter more than traurige.

Going to work by tram on a sunny morning. A book in my lap, eating fruit salad. Seeing the city in a different light and discovering places I had never seen before because I usually only go there by night (for example the square/monument left of the Isar near Müllersches Volksbad).

The fact that the laundry dries in a matter of hours on the balcony now.

Taking a random library book to read on my way to work. Reading the passage "Es war April, der Monat, der von T.S. Eliot zum grausamsten unter seinesgleichen gekürt wurde, und es war Freitag, der dreizehnte." in April, on Friday the 13th. The likelihood of this happening is approximately 1 in 2500.

Kunstautomaten.

Meeting basically everyone at Muffat-Biergarten. The Fabis, Claudia, Frank, Manu and Susa. Even Lucy the dog-lady was there.

Paying Rasmus a compliment which he was really happy about.

Hanging up some crystals in the trellis on the balcony.

Spending a day at the Northern part of the English Garden with the "family". Playing Kubb, somersaulting spontaneously, so much delicious food (pizza, chocolate fruit, chickpea salad, sushi, cold drip coffee, ...), exploring some old trees at the riverside, climbing, playing with cheeky dogs, reading Lena's graphic novel.

The Destiny's Child reunion at Coachella.

Ferrero is making mother-effin' Kinder Bueno, Milchschnitte and Kinderriegel ice-cream now! Deliiiish.

Going to a workshop about voice and body language. I actually got way more positive feedback than expected. Apparently my voice and articulation are quite nice and I keep eye contact much better than I thought. Also, I asked another girl from the group to join me for lunch. Yay, talking to people! Hello, new extrovert me!

Foldable silicon lunch boxes.

Playing badminton in the park. I want to do that more often!

Getting eight more books from the library even though I still had five at home.

When your book fits exactly into the handle on the seat in front of you and you don't need a bookmark.

Having a monthly ticket for public transport is surprisingly nice. Hop on, hop off.

Visiting some of my students at their work place on Girls'/Boy's Day. We went to Deutsches Museum and a kindergarden, for example. It was great to see how much the kids enjoyed their days.

The playoff final!!! Two goals in 10 seconds, omg. So EHC Red Bull Munich won for the third time in a row. There were gold glitter, beer showers, the players' children on the ice. And I flirted with a dude from Garmisch who kept calling me princess.

Woodworking. I'm currently carving a bowl and a small bird out of limewood.

Carrying a huge pot of flowers all the way home on the train.

That other kind of mango. The type you usually get in Asia. Less sweet, creamier.

Going to the market on Saturdays. Getting fresh bread, vegetables or flowers for the balcony.

Riding my bike through the forest in order to get to the garden centre.

A weird childhood flashback while washing my dirty feet in the sink: the memory of my grandma who wouldn't let us sit on the sofa in the summer if we didn't do that.

Spending a day with a happy-go-lucky woodworker. Playing games at the Starnberger See. Driving around in his Skoda. Eating pizza.

Wearing the &otherstories sunflower necklace with the one I bought in Portland and had always been to tight for me. And wearing the pink-blue checked pyjama pants in combination with a soft grey longsleeve shirt. Another thing that used to be too small.

The balcony!!! Tomatoes, yellow zucchini, pink poppies, multi-coloured petunias, I mean, YES. The light breaking in one of the crystals. Rainbow reflections.

#things i love #personal #present perfect #2018 #april #april 2018

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Day 2: September 6th

Today was a better day, so I listened to my favorite girl group (Red Velvet)’s recent album. In their song, the lyrics ‘그건 바로 여름을 흠뻑 즐기는 거야 하룰 한번 비틀어 봐요 해변을 따라가는 거예요’ which translates to It’s enjoying summer to the fullest / Try changing up your day once / Let’s follow the beach. Their entire album is filled with fun bops and I always have a better mindset and positive attitude after every listen. I woke up early around 9am and packed for a busy weekend while staying at a friend’s apartment. I realized my consumption of clothing through how much I packed just for three full days. I packed an outfit for each day out, two pairs of pajamas, two pairs of shoes, and other skincare items. My dad dropped me off and I dropped off my items, ate a Chobani yogurt cup from home, and walked with my friends to the light rail station. It was a beautiful sunny day, so we did some catching up but I was almost late to work.

I went to our all-staff CLAgency meeting and met new employees, and had more fun conversations. I bonded with others on favorite colors (yellow, blue), music, and experiences. After the meeting, I took a bus to West Bank for my third job at the Holmes Center for Entrepreneurship at the Carlson School of Management. Throughout my entire four hours there, I stared at the computer and worked on designs for the different programs I assist with. This involved mostly working in Illustrator and Photoshop making social media collateral by applying branding standards. I reflected on the differences in branding culture when I’m shifting from the Carlson School to Liberal Arts. By the end of it, my eyes were dry and I started to have a headache. This made me realize how many blue light rays I’m taking in on a constant basis through my laptop screen. The glasses I were wearing had blue light protection, but it still reflected me in a negative way. Because I was stressed about the amount of workload I was juggling between jobs and school, I decided to stress eat.

One of my favorite comfort foods is Korean food. I took the bus to Stadium Village and ate an entire full dinner special by myself. This consisted of kimchi tofu stew, Korean beef, one cup of rice, and an assortment of side dishes. At the same time, I was helping my friend edit a paper for one of her courses. The total of the dinner ended up to be $18.25, and I can definitely say that it was worth it. During classes and work, I was also consciously tracking how much water I drink. I drank two full bottles up until the end of my dinner. Previously, I would feel dehydrated by the end of the day, so that is why I am making the effort to track. On my walk back to Coffman Memorial Union, I listened to k-pop. I specifically listened to Red Velvet, Seventeen, EXO, and a few other indie artists scattered in the playlist. I took a Korean language class for four semesters so the language has started to become more familiar to me.

Once I arrived, I did my homework for my ‘Visual Communication.’ I read about denotative and connotative interpretations in media, semiotics, and photographic truth. In order to feel less lonely and more productive, I pulled up a video of one of my favorite YouTubers, Suzlnne. She does hour long videos consisting of her just studying in silence in a public space, whether it be the library or a café. It helps me get into the mood of studying. I also played relaxing lo-fi music in the background through Spotify. After reading about different parts of visual communication, I went back to Stadium Village. My friends wanted to grab Korean food after their event, so I just enjoyed their company at Korea Restaurant. They all ate their portions and we headed back to my friend’s apartment. We set down all of our things and walked down the hall to another friend’s apartment. They drank alcohol and played a few drinking games, but I opted out of the drinking part. My goal this semester was to lower my amount of alcohol consumption, especially when I’m in busy and stressful parts of my life. We left after a few rounds of Truth and Dare. Before going to sleep, I did my usual hygienic routine. This also consists of skincare: cleanser, toner, essence, and a sheet face mask.

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SNSD Analysis for anon!

Request: Can you do a kink/turnoff for snsd girlxgirl like the one for mamamoo

Hi everyone! We should probably make a FAQ: But I didn’t include Jessica in this. You could request SNSD + Jessica? I’d be happy to include her, but once I got attacked for including her. So I don’t know who to please. Anyways, please send Mod Moon some love! She’s having a rough time right now! Thanks for reading! - Mod Star

Taeyeon

Kinks

Okay, this girl is obsessed with french kissing. She’ll like it if you’re in her lap or she’s in yours, holding each other’s heads roughly and grinding against each other. Sometimes your hair will be pulled out of your ponytails from being too aggressive, and you’ll just take them out all the way to make it easier.

Dry humping is like??? Her favorite thing?? If you don’t have time to actually fuck she’ll want to grind on you through your clothes, most likely leaving an embarrassing wet spot on both of you.

She also really loves neck kisses. She’ll kiss down your jawline softly, not leaving any marks but making you shiver nonetheless.

-- that being said, she’ll like it if you leave hickeys on her. Of course, she’ll have to cover them up if there’s a performance or anything, but she enjoys the feeling of being undoubtedly yours.

Likes giddy, casual sex more than angry and intense. Like, if the sunlight is streaming through the windows and you both just woke up in your apartment, that’s probably her favorite time to have sex.

Turn-offs

Hates getting eaten out. I know, I know -- it’s strange. But I feel like she would get iffy about the feeling of a tongue touching her down there and would probably shy away from it. Maybe with some convincing she’d let you do it, but wouldn’t particularly enjoy it.

Doesn’t like being degraded or degrading. Like, at all. She doesn’t really like pet names in bed, much less mean names. It doesn’t turn her on at all and she’d prefer to be treated like more of an equal than some kind of sub human.

That being said, she likes to be rough but in a less mean and more enjoyable way.

Won’t want to have sex with you if there’s risk of being caught. Some people are turned on by being in danger like that, but it’ll just make Taeyeon nervous and it’ll make it impossible for her to enjoy herself. In a closet backstage? No. Somewhere with people walking around? Definitely no.

Back scratching and other pain inflicting is a definite turn-off. Sure, she likes being possessive of you, but really. Nothing that will hurt. It’s just not pleasurable or enjoyable at all for her.

Tiffany

Kinks

Tiffany is a switch. She loves if you dominate her, but also loves the days where she just wants to control you. On days when she’s dominant, she loves kissing down your stomach and stopping at your nether regions, teasing you, before putting her head between your legs. She loves eating you out.

When she’s submissive, she’s always very giddy and excited for you to do things to her. She’ll be giggling and carrying on while still trying to maintain a sexy image for you.

Loves passionate or angry sex, where you’re ruthless but still loving and caring towards each other. She’ll claw at your back or you’ll claw at hers. She loves being possessive over you, and letting everyone know you’re hers from the marks on your back.

She also loves stereotypical romantic settings, like a big bathtub with rose petals and dim lighting. It may be cheesy, but it really sets the mood and gets her going.

She loves tangling her hands in your hair and pushing you down on her, and feeling you grin against her. She loves enthusiasm more than apathy in her partner, and when you’re feeling it, she’s feeling it.

Turn-offs

Just like Taeyeon, she doesn’t like it when there’s risk of being caught, or of someone walking in on you. She wants to be able to devote herself to what you’re doing and feeling you against her -- not worrying about being embarrassed. That stuff definitely doesn’t turn her on.

Doesn’t really like quickies or quick sex, either. It feels rushed and unreal. She likes to be given full attention and vice versa. She also feels like she’s kind of being used for sex and only sex, so it kind of makes her uncomfortable.

Bondage? No Ma’am. She kind of sees it as a little creepy and weird. Why wouldn’t you want to be able to move? There’s a thin line between being submissive and being controlled, and she wanted to stay on the submissive side.

Biting. She sees it as a sort of animalistic mannerism and it makes her a little bit uncomfortable. It’s different if you’re biting each other’s lips, but biting boobs or inner thighs is a whole different story.

She also doesn’t like licking body parts. It’s also sort of an animal thing that she doesn’t like.

Seohyun

Kinks

She honestly loves to give lap dances. She likes the feeling of her seducing you, of making you need and long for her. She’ll tell you you can’t touch her and dance all over you, grinding and making you wet. She’ll finally give you what you want though, making you need it all that much more.

She likes it when you tease her in public. Sticking your fingers down her skirt, playing with her. It satisfies you to see her trying to keep a straight face. She’ll try to subtly grind against your fingers and play it off as her shifting in her seat at the table in a restaurant.

One of her biggest turn ons is phone sex while she’s away on tour or away from you. When you both really crave it, she’ll call you and “talk” to you, which ends in both of you moaning into the mic and saying what you’d do to each other.

She also likes sexting and sending nudes. She’ll sometimes just send you a picture of her while you’re working, telling you you’ll have to wait until she gets home. She’ll text you about what she’s doing to herself at the moment and send you pictures and videos.

Also, she loves to be called pet names in bed. Babygirl, pumpkin, things like that. It turns her on to see you being so sweet but then fucking her senseless.

Turn-offs

One of her least favorite things is denial and humiliation. She doesn’t want to feel like your pet, she wants to be respected. Calling her a slut and a whore in bed or refusing to let her use the bathroom all night won’t cut it for her. It may turn some people on but for her, it’s a no-no.

Roleplay isn’t exactly a turn off, but it sort of makes her uncomfortable. Sure, she’ll wear hot clothes for you in bed, but she doesn’t want to act out a schoolgirl and teacher scenario. That sort of crosses the line for her.

Pet play and mommy kink disgust Seohyun. She doesn’t want to be an animal or a mom/daughter, and the latter freaks her out most of all. Why would you want to pretend to do that?

Threesomes are crossed off the list immediately. She doesn’t want to share you. You’re hers and only hers.

Thigh riding and dry humping. It just seems strange and unnatural.

Sunny

Kinks

I honestly think Sunny has a bit of a mommy kink. She won’t do it outside of bed, but she’ll like to call you that behind closed doors and likes it when you call her princess and babygirl. I think she likes to be pure and innocent, and acting this out in bed really turns her on.

Slow, loving sex is a big turn on for Sunny. Feeling loved and cherished and beautiful is what she craves. Being treated like a queen is her weakness, especially in bed.

That being said.. Sometimes there are some exceptions. If you’re both angry and pissed, she’ll want you to sort of degrade her in bed, calling her filthy and occasionally a slut. However, afterwards she’ll want you to tell her that you love her beyond belief. Being degraded outside of bed freaks her out and makes her angry and let’s be real -- Sunny is perfect. Degrading her outside of the bedroom is completely rude and false.

Food play kind of turns her on?? She likes it if you like whipped cream and strawberries from her body, her fingers gripping the bedsheets beneath her.

And she loves being eaten out. Sometimes gently, but usually with some intensity. Her moans are loud and smooth and sort of gasp-y. This is all you’ll be hearing during the time you’re eating her out.

Turn-offs

Inflicting pain on her makes her scared and uncomfortable. She isn’t one of the people who is turned on by being hurt or punished in any scary or unpleasurable way.

Public teasing is a definite no-no. Unlike Seohyun, she doesn’t like being fondled with under the table at dinner when you’re in public. It makes her worried that others would see you and judge you, even though it feels good. She doesn’t want to have that kind of reputation.

Being told to be quiet when no one else is around really turns her off. It’s good to be a little controlling of her, but she’s supposed to be enjoying herself. So why silent her?

Threesomes are gross to Sunny. She feels invaluable if you’re willing to share her with other people, and besides, you’re the only one who should be able to see her naked.

Forced nudes turn her off a lot. Some people like being told what to do even if they’re not in the bedroom, but that’s not Sunny. It makes her feel like an animal.

Yoona

Kinks

Yoona would definitely like being degraded, I think. She likes being told what to do and how filthy she is. She’ll be turned on if you make fun of her a bit in bed, but nothing too crazy or close-to-home.

Roleplay would be a big turn on for her. Some of her favorites would be teacher/student, police/prisoner, and other things with strong power dynamics. Most of the time she enjoys being the submissive one, but occasionally she’ll want to take control in the bedroom.

She likes being a brat in bed. When you tell her what to do sometimes she’ll fight back a little, knowing full well that it’ll come back to bite her in the ass. (And that’s why she does it!)

Dressing up in makeup and fancy clothes before getting fucked would really turn her on. She likes the feeling of being really made up but then being destroyed quickly, leaving her makeup smeared and her new outfit wrinkled on the floor.

On the rare occasion that she’s feeling dominant over you, she’ll want to take you lingerie shopping. She’ll be smirking the whole time, knowing how flustered you were to have her telling you how good you’d look with it on, right in front of the sales attendants.

Turn-offs

Yoona doesn’t really like eating other people out. She enjoys being eaten out herself, but prefers to leave the dirty work to other people.

Bondage. She doesn’t like being in control most of the time, but she really doesn’t like to be tied up and helpless. She likes to be able to fight back, like I mentioned above, and bondage completely restrains her from doing so.

Inflicting pain?? Like no?? She’s above that and we all know it. It doesn’t satisfy her in any way and just leaves her feeling angry and uncomfortable.

Nudes are a no-no and are completely off limits.

And also, no cam-corders allowed. She doesn’t want you to film what you do in bed because she doesn’t ever want a video like that getting out to the public, and she also doesn’t want to feel awkward when she rewatches it.

Hyoyeon

Kinks

Hyoyeon is a true switch, but usually much prefers to dominate you. She’ll pin your wrists beside you on the bed, making sure that she had complete control.

And sometimes she’d like you to do sort of a strip tease for her. She’ll sit on the couch and watch you confidently take off your clothes, her nether regions growing wetter by the second. She’ll be trying to act all dominant but would obviously be blushing her face off.

When she does want to be submissive, she’d like to be treated with dignity and care. No degrading names or pet names. Just moaning and occasionally speaking to each other. It’s okay if you tell her what to do, but don’t force her to do things.

She’d love to see you masturbating for her? She’s a bit of a voyeur, and when you moan her name she’ll be really turned on. Of course, you would know what she was doing and she would never do that without your permission.

And she’d also like to see you all ready in lingerie and thigh high stockings for her, spread out on the bed and waiting for her.

Turn-offs

Hyoyeon doesn’t like the mommy kink at all. It seems like, kind of creepy to her. She doesn’t want to imagine her mom or daughter like that!

She also doesn’t like degrading you or being degraded. It hurts her feelings and she doesn’t want to hurt yours in any way, shape, or form.

Nudes kind of turn her off. She doesn’t want anyone to look over her shoulder and see yours, and she doesn’t want any of hers getting out because she’s a popular idol.

She also doesn’t like public sex. She wants your intimate activities to be in your privacy only.

And if you do record yourselves, you’ll watch it over once and then delete it. It does turn her on but it makes her antsy at the thought of them getting out.

Yuri

Kinks

Ah yes, my kinky wife. She will definitely like to degrade you in the bedroom, telling you how filthy and slutty you are. She’ll do it in the privacy of your home if you allow her, but if you don’t want her to she’ll respect your boundaries. You both know how much she loves you.

And she likes the mommy kink as well, although, unlike Sunny, she is the one who wants to be called Mommy. She likes having that authority over you in the bedroom.

Forced nudes are one of her favorites. She’ll tell you when to take nudes and what to do in your pictures, telling you she’ll punish you if you don’t send them.

She also likes going lingerie shopping with you, for both you AND her. You pick out sexy things for her and she’ll pick out sexy things for you. She can’t help but getting turned on inside of the store, imagining you wearing those skimpy garments.

Teasing you in public is also something she likes to do. She’ll grind on you subtly, or finger you where no one can see. But Lord knows, if you do the same thing to her you’ll be taught a lesson.

Turn-offs

Yuri doesn’t really like roleplay. Sure, she likes being called Mommy, but that’s about as far as it gets.

And another thing she doesn’t like is cgl. She doesn’t like you acting like a child or wearing children’s clothes or participating in childish activities. You’re a consenting adult and she wants you to act like one.

She doesn’t like it if you dominate her in bed. She wants you to make sure everyone knows she’s yours, by initiating PDA and hand holding in public, but in the bedroom she wants to take complete control.

She doesn’t like watching other people fuck you, like some people would get off to. You’re her princess and ONLY HER princess. No one else can have you.

And she’s also not a big fan of you purposely making her jealous. That goes beyond teasing her a little bit, it just makes her feel like you’re selfishly playing with her in a way she doesn’t like to be played with.

Sooyoung

Kinks

Sooyoung probably isn’t really that kinky?? One of her favorite things are little pecks on the lips, nose, and down her jaw line. She likes it when you cup her face gently while you do these things, making sure she feels safe and happy.

More fun and casual sex than anything, but she really REALLY likes when you get a little rough with her. She likes getting pushed against the wall while her legs straddle your hips, her hands on your cheeks as you kiss her passionately.

More than anything though, she just likes getting her fingers tangled in your hair, or pulling it out of a ponytail so she can grab it easier. She likes how soft it and your skin feels in her hands.

And she really loves it when you gently hold her hands while you grind on her, your grasp sweet and caring.

She just wants to be loved, really. You’re the person she’s most comfortable around and being intimate in the bedroom is a place to grow closer. She really, really loves you.

Turn-offs

She hates mommy kink, as well as cgl. Why would you roleplay a parental relationship like that?

And bondage makes her uncomfortable, too. She wants to feel at one with you, not tied up and controlled. It makes her feel sort of like a prisoner.

Public sex? Absolutely not. The risk of getting caught is too high, and you never know who could catch them in the act.

No nudes, no phone sex. That’s awkward!

She also doesn’t like roleplay. She just wants to be with you.. You. Not anyone else. Just you. You don’t have to pretend to be someone else in the bedroom to be sexier.

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