(i really like u this is terrible)

lmfao i kinda hate that thing where you’re talkin with an adult abt assignments or something and halfway through conversation they give u this look like you’ve just done something really fucking strange and then they start talking to you in a different voice…like

does the hp fandom conveniently decide to forget

“‘you do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? they can die, as long as you have what you want?’

snape said nothing, but merely looked up at dumbledore” ???

my main problem with snape is that the only reason he decided to switch over to the “good side” was because lily was being targeted and eventually died. not because he realized that killing muggle-borns and muggles was wrong. not because he realized that pureblood supremacy was wrong.

and, then, he never ever developed as a person. sure, he was on the “good side”, but his actions to neville, hermione, harry, and really many other students were completely unacceptable.

he calls hermione an “insufferable know-it-all”, something that is extremely innapropriate for a teacher, of all people, to say, especially as he was no doubt aware of how hermione looks up to teachers. if he had not been so biased, he, like all the other teachers, would have appreciated the hard work and effort she put into his class.

his treatment of harry - though people try to justify it as ‘harry’s the reason lily’s dead’ or 'he reminds snape of james’ - is also unacceptable. being fully aware of the fact that harry did not grow up in a wizarding family, he proceeds to ask him difficult questions the first day of class and then sneer and mock him for not knowing the answers. his terrible behavior towards harry doesn’t stop as harry gets older, though, as seen with how snape has no patience or does not seem to realize that occlumency is not the easiest thing.

his behavior towards neville is so far past not okay it isn’t even funny. neville did nothing to snape, other than be lucky enough that voldemort didn’t go after him. neville wasn’t as bright as the other kids and had extreme self-confidence issues, as well as two parents tortured to insanity, and yet snape saw it fit to be a complete and utter asshole to him, mocking him to the point where snape was neville’s biggest fear.

and then we go back to the fact that severus snape expected lily, a muggle-born, to love him after joining a terrorist group targeting people like her and calling her a racial slur.

i don’t disagree that snape’s character is interesting and well-written, but the fact remains he’s a terrible human being and, while it’s perfectly okay to like him, you need to be aware that he should not be excused for any of his actions. tragic backstory does not excuse actions, it only explains them.


🌻Wild Sunflowers🌻

A Pretty Cliche Beach Wedding Venue in Windenburg- request for anon (hope u still want it, anon, where ever, whoever, however, whatever, you are… )

Origin id: bottsbotts | Tray files
Because I use tons of clutter, place with MOO and then
1. Lower foundation all the way.
2. Delete Walls
3. Delete floor.
4. Raise the foundation by 4 so curtains get into place.


  • a couch, in nature? for your hipster engagement/wedding photoshoot needs
  • a “photobooth” with cuter background 
  • gravity defying string lights and those round papery ikea lights that tear really easily. I strongly recommend using some cc string lights so u dont have to deal with the poles 
  • 2 BARS cause you know how weddings are
  • some instruments so your cousin’s coworker’s brother in law’s band can play ‘at last’ by etta james terribly (wait that sounds kinda cool, like a dirty screamy punk version) 
  • a massage table for the stressed 
  • f i r e
  • large dance area and a douchey dj to play songs u hate
  • OH YEAH – BEACH VIEWS! (probably should’ve started with that)  very nice
  • lots of fl🌻wers 
  • BRING A CAKE in the sim inventory, get me, there’s no oven. which brings me to 

Not featured: 

  • an oven

E n j o y ! 

It’s survival of the SQUIPpest out there…


i just made this announcement over on twitter, but like, let’s be real, i’ve been on this horrible blue hell site since i was 16 - and i’m turning 24 on sunday, so that’s essentially a third of my life, yikes - and you guys are wonderful and i love you and you deserve to hear it here first. so.

as most of you know, i finished my first manuscript earlier this year, and i’ve been reservedly liveblogging the absurdly nerve-wracking process of querying agents and throwing my novel out to the wolves. 

and i’m so happy to finally be able to tell you that i’ve accepted an offer of literary representation from brooks sherman of janklow & nesbit associates.

i first became aware of brooks a couple of years ago when my best friend lena, who was loyally and devotedly beta-reading one of my early drafts, suggested i check out becky albertalli’s “simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda.” she thought simon was an exemplary gay ya romance, exactly the kind of thing i was hoping to do. and she was right: simon instantly became one of my favourite books, and becky became one of my favourite authors. i pledged to myself that when i finally worked up the nerve to start talking to agents, i would talk to the guy who helped make simon happen.

but it took a long time. like, a long time. i started writing “teenage victory song” - the name of my novel, a contemporary gay YA love story, hopefully coming soon to a bookstore near you! - back in 2013. specifically, during an 11:30 PM gchat with grace on wednesday, december 11, 2013, which i have archived for historical preservation. so grace is getting the dedication when this thing goes out, naturally. but, yeah, i started writing it in 2013, and only just finished it this spring, and only with the help of some truly incredible people and loyal friends and family - way too many to name here, but you know who you are, and thank you. i love you. if i hadn’t had your love and your support to battle the little grey cloud of depression and trauma and persistent economic instability that hangs over me 24/7, i’d never have gotten this far. writing this book, and keeping myself mentally healthy and happy enough to finish it, is the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do. 

i also need to thank benjamin alire saenz, andre alexis, dennis bock, anne michaels, and mallory ortberg for reading various permutations of this manuscript and believing in it and giving me their writerly advice on it. i love all y’all. and, of course, major, major thanks to the lambda literary association, who do so much incredible work for so many lgbt authors, and to whom i will be forever in debt.

i just don’t have words for the fact that brooks read my manuscript and said yes, that he said wow, that he believes in me and in what i’m trying to do with my writing. he represents so many authors whose work i’ve been continually blown away by, and it is patently ridiculous and surreal that i get to stand next to them now? i’ve already mentioned becky albertalli, whose work has done so much to humanize young lgbt people and to normalize gay love for a mainstream audience. or adam silvera, who just put queer boys of colour on the new york times bestsellers list with “they both die at the end,” which i am presently reading and crying over and having my internal organs ripped out by. and last, but definitely not fucking least, angie thomas, who wrote “the hate u give,” very possibly the most important young adult novel of the last twenty years, a heartbreaking and compassionate and warmly funny complete and total masterwork that i inhaled in less than two days. like, i really don’t. have words. these are people who have been heroes of mine for so long. i just started actually crying so i’m going to have to wrap this up lmao.

i grew up in an intensely homophobic and conservative christian household, and when i was probably eleven or twelve i somehow came into possession of a copy of “a great and terrible beauty” by libba bray. i don’t remember anything about it except that it had a subplot involving two girls who kissed each other on the mouth, and when they kissed each other on the mouth, i was so viscerally horrified that i started bawling, and i stood up, walked upstairs to the garbage disposal, and tore the book apart with my bare hands. watched the pages filter down into the garbage. and i don’t, like. i don’t like to damage books. i don’t even fold corners because i don’t like to crease the pages. i still remember it all these years later because my first reaction upon recognizing myself in that kiss was to literally destroy it. and i had to keep that part of myself buried for so many years. reading lgbt ya and fanfiction was some of the only escape i had. i wasn’t able to come out until i was eighteen years old, and when i did, it ultimately meant becoming estranged from my mother forever.

i have so much love and tenderness and compassion for all those previous, wounded versions of me, who went through so much, who hated themselves so much, who spent so much of their teens and early twenties being depressed and closeted and suicidal and dreaming of the day when they might get to be an author. you fucking did it, buddy. i love you so much and i am so proud of everything you did to survive and keep creating.

in conclusion,

naive - peter parker x reader (part 2)

w/c: 1.1k

warnings: none really?

here is the highly requested second part!! i wrote this in a caffeinated daze at like 3am so i hope it isn’t too terrible hahaha. also it looks like this is definitely gonna be at least 3 parts (maybe more if you guys want that?) so yeah!

fyi some parts of this are slightly inspired by @parkersenses​‘s great fic which u can read here!


Originally posted by parkery

An old 90’s rap song blasted over the speakers as Peter felt his stomach drop. His eye contact with you was fleeting, and suddenly you were gone, having disappeared with Flash and his entourage upstairs. The people around him were all dancing to the rhythm of the music, but the second Peter saw you, everything froze. He made jokes about you not being good enough for Flash all the time, but he never thought he would ever actually see the two of you together. It sparked a profound rush of adrenaline in him, and he took a big breath of air and pushed through the crowd to follow you.

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anonymous asked:

fran-sama how you hands?? how do draw??? sgkshsksg i honestly love how you draw hands, could you please do a small ?? sketch?? to show how you draw them? im sorry but pls ilu qvq

TBH I’m not really confident in the way I draw hands just yet, they’re definitely the hardest part of the body to draw for me, but this is more or less how I go about them! As you can see my hands are incredibly semplified what are fingernails even and usually the smaller they get the less I bother with them (oops)

Anyway, as far as learning to draw them goes the easiest way is to draw them a lot, sadly and obviously o<-< I spent a lot of time filling pages with copied hands actually, both from my favorite artists and from real hands pictures, but while that’s a great way to start to grow confident with the shapes the best thing to do is to try and draw them as much as possible attached to actual people - it helps with proportions and expressiveness a lot, in my experience

and don’t be scared to use references, like, really, I use my hands as refs a lot while drawing and often look up specific positions I can’t reproduce on my own, hands are really expressive and can move in a whole damn lot of ways, there’s nothing weird in not being able to get a position right without visual imput 👍

daiyanodumpster  asked:

a prompt mayhaps: Viktor is a big-time lingerie designer and Yuuri is a model ;)

finally getting around to this one! s/o to everyone on discord who aided and abetted ;)

In retrospect, it really should have been more obvious. After all, the brand’s name was Secrets by V, for crying out loud.

But at the time of their first meeting, Yuuri had been nothing but nervous. It had been his first shoot as a History Maker – the industry nickname for the beautiful, sexy models of all genders who advertised Secrets by V’s ultra-luxe lingerie. The new campaign that season was fairytale and true love-themed, to better highlight the romantic details on the new Stammi Vicino line. Yuuri had rushed in late that morning, no thanks to the traffic, and then watched as two female models posed together in each other’s arms, clad in coordinated bra and panty sets with wings on their shoulders.

(He’s still not sure how he managed to join their ranks. He’s just too mild-mannered and plain – too Clark Kent, no Superman.)

“Are you looking for something?” someone asked, and Yuuri turned to see the most beautiful man looking at him curiously. His silver fringe was falling into one of his icy blue eyes and he was clad in a simple navy suit, clutching a tray of coffee.

“Y-Yeah!” Yuuri stammered. “I’m the new model? Yuuri Katsuki?”

The man hummed, consulted a clipboard, and nodded, pointing to a door to the side. “Go through there and they’ll get you ready for the shoot.”

Yuuri nodded, his throat feeling more and more like sandpaper the longer he stood there and watched this man scrutinise him. “Th-Thanks,” he said, feeling his face redden. “Are you – do you work here?”

The man raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“Are you in charge of this shoot?” wondered Yuuri.

The man laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’m just watching.”

“So you’re an intern?”

The man’s eyes widened briefly, but he quickly recovered and nodded, laughing. “You could say that,” he said. “I’m Viktor.”

“Yuuri,” said Yuuri, and lost himself in the brilliance of Viktor’s smile as he shook his hand.

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LISTEN I know that I talk about the Narti arc a lot (and I’m not sorry for that lmao) but like… please look at this.

In the fight preceding Narti’s death, the team is greatly outnumbered and at a terrible disadvantage. Lotor responds quickly in an attempt to minimize the damage but

he’s scared. Look at the way his eyebrows move, and the way his voice changes. They’re so clearly fucked that Lotor, the character who protects himself through smoke and mirror presentation, isn’t hiding his fear. 

I don’t think he could. 

I think that in this scene Lotor realized exactly how fucked that were and panicked, because his attempts at reconciliation with Zarkon didn’t do anything. It’s clear from his reactions (and in the way Zarkon treats him) that he doesn’t have a good relationship with his father. Like at all. 

In fact, signs point towards the implication that Zarkon and Haggar have been monitoring Lotor very closely and tend to respond to anything he does that doesn’t fit in exactly with their plan with violence. The why behind this is largely speculation and headcanon at this point, but the fact remains that Lotor was scared in this scene. 

Clearly he understood that his father would never hold back, and would not hesitate to kill him or the Generals in this battle. 

Which means that with the realization

that Narti had sold them out

his fear turns to pure, unadulterated fury.

And Lotor, the champion of mercy,

has no mercy left to offer.

problematic parrish
  • gansey: *buys adam something he doesnt already have*
  • adam: FUCK YOU
  • gansey: b-but i thought you would like it
  • gansey: then-
  • gansey: thats the point-
  • gansey: i know adam i am a terrible person pls forgive me
  • adam: *backflips* *punches wall*
  • ronan: lol hey
  • adam: ok i forgive u im fine

My part of the trade with @shiroarts

listen I just really need 2 Express how much I appreciate that gotgvol2 showed gamora and peter respecting and acknowledging the other’s emotional needs consistently???

like listen okay listen. peter is naturally a very openly emotional touchy feely person. gamora is not – not bc she’s not emotional or doesn’t care, but bc she’s just never really had the opportunity to figure that stuff out bc like, terrible parental figure turning her into a living weapon, sad stuff folks –> it makes her feel out of her depth!!!

a relationship between two ppl like that, romantic OR platonic, could get really messy really quickly

but u know what happens!!!! u see peter very deliberately giving gamora a lot of space & time to say no whenever he’s abt to touch her. the scene where he asks her to dance, he takes like thirty full seconds to put his arm around her, & even then the hold is wide, loose, open; she can push him away and say no @ any moment. he only proceeds when she doesn’t react negatively or protest, and even then this is within the context of u the viewer knowing thru earlier scenes that they’re REALLY CLOSE FRIENDS!!!! WHOM TRUST EACH OTHER A LOT!!! hes like this again in the last scene where he puts his arm around her; it’s loose, gentle, there’s space for her to move away (and she doesn’t ofc, she leans in, bc she feels safe enough to do so!!)

and gamora! she maybe doesn’t fully understand all of peters stories or coping mechanisms or even the need for emotional openness, but she /listens/ to him, and remembers things he’s told her, things that are important to him. she states explicitly that she loves those vulnerable moments, & the explicit stating is important bc she knows that maybe he’ll have a hard time reading between the lines bc she doesn’t express feelings the same way he does, so she makes sure to be really clear abt it for him! she takes his hands in hers and remembers zardu hasslefrau and his magic boat. she verbalizes to him v deliberately that she wants him to be happy bc she cares about him.

like!!! u can see both of them trying so hard!!! and it’s working!!! bc they respect and appreciate the others needs & it’s RECIPROCAL, and so now! they trust each other!!! and u can see that translate into how smoothly they work together and bounce off each other and coexist!!!

anyways this concludes tonight’s programme on why everyone should go see gotgvol2, a treasure of the cinema

  • “we’re both in this boring as hell class and out of boredom I accidentally stumbled into your thoughts of you thinking up this masterpiece of a story and holy shit is this like a movie”
    • “additionally, wow are you really getting into this sex scene man how do u not have a boner”
  • “I get chronic headaches from everyone’s thoughts being so loud all the time and sometimes I don’t know, I get angry. is yelling to Stewart across the room to “shut up and go get dick if he wants it so bad” over the top? maybe.”
  • “as if it wasn’t bad enough that I constantly worried what people thought of me, I can actually hear what everyone thinks of me and the fact that it’s unedited and 100% legit makes me real sad to hear people think I’m annoying”
    • “although, it’s really reassuring to also hear how much my friends love me and think I’m funny and woah man…those are some pretty…erotic thoughts of me there…”
  • “okay who fucking let out that I can read minds huh? what do you WANT me to get kidnapped and used for evil? cause i swear i will come back for your ass once im super juiced with their evil government serum alright? i will go winter soldier on ur ass dont test me”
    • “although all these lovesick kids offering to pay for my services on their crushes may be worth it. hey I know you, you’re cute. your crush you say? oh they totally don’t like u, nah man, your barking up the wrong tree right there”
  • “hold the fuck up. hold. up. I can read any mind that I can see, anyone and everyone’s, why can’t I read yours? and why the hell are you smirking at me like that U LIL SHIT THIS MAKES NO DAMN SENSE WHO ARE YOU”
  • “I think you’re cute and I know for a FACT you think I’m cute too so why won’t you just admit it? cmon cmon baby don’t play this charade. you know you can’t win at this game ;)”
  • “as it turns out by my super mind reading powers you plan to string me out high and dry until I’m practically begging for a date and u know what. that is so terrible and so demeaning honestly like who does that. who does that. can you please just kiss me already like-”
  • “I know you can read minds and I really like you so I’m constantly filtering my thoughts whenever I’m with you and it’s super hard so quit making fun of how I think about fighting giraffes okay it’s my go-to thought whenever I imagine you shirtless”
  • “you know I can read your thoughts so we have these little one sided conversations in class as I listen to your cute angered rants and I reply with a snarky side eye”
  • “OR we BOTH can read minds and all the while during class we have casual conversations that sometimes turn REALLY FUNNY AND WE BOTH CRACK UP IN DEAD SILENCE IN THE MIDDLE OF AN EXAM OH SHIT”
  • “i know its pretty invasive but i honestly tune into your thoughts every day on the way to work like its the morning paper cause really we have so much in common its ridiculous and ur super cute and we like all the same things and ugh pls date me”
    • “and oops one day you thought of something funny and we both laughed simultaneously and now ur weirdly suspicious, as i can tell because i can hear you wondering if i can read your thoughts and now ur testing me and idk if i should play along”
♡ You are my hero ♡ (Part 1)

A/N, this will probably be a two part story because A: I’m tired, and B: I’m a sucker for Drama. (For those who wished to be tagged: @emo-space-trash @fandomsandanythingelse @suchtrashwow and @sunshinelollip0ps )

The first time Patton saw him, no, not when Logan popped into existence, with angled eyes and a sort of… little brother way about him, but actually saw him as more than that…

Logan had been young, trying to get Thomas to study harder for an eminent test. In that moment, he had been but a pair of peeking, chocolate eyes, watchful over the giant stack of paperbacks he carried.
Patton remembered the last moment he’d ever think of Logan in a platonic way, how the other paused in their communal lounge, re-gripping the bottom of the stack.
Patton could almost see the moment in his mind, hear his own voice offer to take a few, ‘lighten the load’, so to speak. But with bare movement, Logan shook his head.

“Thank you for the offer, Patton, but I am quite capable of handling myself,” and with an affirmative nod, he departed.
Patton never quite understood, why at that moment, his heart beat against his ribcage as if it wished to escape, how the scent of old books and ink and detergent did not swamp his mind with ‘boredom’ any-longer, but with a fluttering feeling that made him lightheaded.
Now, Patton knew he wasn’t exactly the smartest of the sides. But he knew emotions.
He knew what this meant.

Patton knew that he was, with no other words for it, fucked.

It was no coincidence, that after that time, he began acting a little more bubbly, often border-lining on air headed around the more logical side.
He hoped it served good contrast between the other’s fairly boring day-to-day being.
He hoped it didn’t annoy Logan too much.
Because, if he were completely honest… Patton had no idea how to feel anything other than the bursting bubbles of joy around Logan.
And, somehow… he didn’t really want to.

So, for the longest time… Nothing changed.

The voice came from behind him, just as he’d set a pan of fresh muffins on the counter, and more importantly, right after Logan had left the room.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”
Patton whirled around at hurricane speeds, making himself slightly dizzy and nearly burning himself by accident.

“W-W-Wh-What??? No, of course I’m not!” Patton exclaimed, cheek twitching as he mentally reprimanded himself for lying.
Patton plucked off the pink oven mitts, if only as something to do with his hands.

“Really?” Anxiety, or as he would be called in a years time, ‘Virgil’, asked. The raise of his eyebrow fluid, yet testing.

“O-Of course I’m not in l-l-l-love with L-L-Logan, that would be, I- I don’t even, why, I would, I can’t even imagine-” the sweet baked smell of muffins did not provide any kind of comfort, in fact, somehow, the scent felt strangling. And the normally hug-like warmth, spilling fourth from the oven, felt overwhelming to his fraying nerves.

“M’kay,” Anxiety gave a shrug, knowing when to back down, but also, when not to.
“‘Cause, hypothetically, if you were, you’d be in big trouble,” he moved to the counter where the muffins were set, taking out a paper plate and a pair of metal tongs.

“I-I mean we’re so different anyways so-… wait, what?” Patton turned.
“Why would that be bad?” Patton asked, to distracted to even warn Anxiety against eating the still-far-to-hot muffins. Anxiety turned his head to watch the other, a calculating expression on his porcelain mask.
“Hypothetically of course,” Patton was quick to amend.
Anxiety nodded.

“Well, hypothetically,” Anxiety obliged, “if anyone were in love with Logan, it would be bad news.” Patton was about to ask ‘why’, again, but Anxiety only raised a hand.
Patton’s words died in his throat.
“Because,” Anxiety clicked, “He’s logic.” At a raised eyebrow, Anxiety continued.
“He doesn’t do, emotions, or love, or any of that. ‘Thinks it’s all stupid and illogical.” Anxiety waved his hands in the air as he tried to explain, but eventually, the silent conduction of his thoughts flowed to a halt, and his hands dropped to his sides.
“So, whoever that imagined person is? They’d just get hurt, and Logic would get confused, and it would be awkward.” Anxiety turned back to the muffins, using a pair of tongs to lift two of the still steaming muffins onto his plate.
Behind him, Patton’s figure was hunched, a shadow of his usually beaming self.
Anxiety turned and cursed his empathy, before placing an uncertain, unsteady hand on the other’s shoulder.
Patton looked up at the contact, earthy brown eyes watery and shifting with emotion.

“Look, I’m not saying feelings are bad, it’s just…” Anxiety sighed, “I… I don’t want you to get hurt.” Patton nodded, thanking the darker side for his advice and retreating into his room to curl into his covers.
Patton cried that night, not because the words particularly hurt in any way, but because the reasoning was sound, and it all seemed far too… true.
And that stung more than any name they could call him.
So, Patton didn’t get up again until the next morning, didn’t eat any of the muffins he’d baked that night.

So, taking Anxiety’s words with a grain of salt, Patton continued to smile and laugh around the logical trait. Making jokes, asking him what he was reading… mostly just engaging him in conversations, if only to hear the calming drone of his voice.
And, after a month of sideways looks from Anxiety, and the occasional raised brow from Prince, it seemed he was due another time for another, uncomfortable conversation about his life choices.

“So… you and Logan… huh?” For the embodiment of Thomas’s romantic and dramatic emotions, he sure did have an interesting way of broaching such a subject.
Nonetheless, Patton went rigid and faltered, then stuttered out a violently stupid response.

“I-I, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about! W-What about me and L-L-Logan?” His voice was unsteady, eyes franticly searching for a way out.
Roman was pretty sure, with all the stress the fatherly trait was putting on his pencil, it would snap.

“Oh come now, it’s pretty obvious you’ve got the hots for Mr. Cool, hm?” Roman laughed with a full bodied, head-thrown-back laughter that somehow made the awkwardness seep away.
But, Roman did not admit that it had taken him seeing Patton, with his own two eyes, doodling love-hearts around him and Logan’s name just a moment ago, to truly connect all the dots.

“So… when are you gonna become Mr. And Mr. Nerd? You know, pop the question?” Roman nudged him, not terribly gently, with his elbow. Patton, giving a well meaning titter, ran a hand through his hair.

“Honestly? I don’t think I should, I mean…” Patton sighed, “I have no idea if he even likes me that way, or if he even feels romantic feelings at all… Really, I just don’t want to make him uncomfortable, o-or-”

“Wait wait wait wait wait…” Roman interrupted, hands shaping an invisible snowman in the air.

“You two love-doves aren’t even dating?” Roman asked, head cocked dramatically to the side.

“U-U-Ummm, no?” Patton’s eyes darted left, shrinking away from the dramatic trait.
Roman grabbed the other by his shoulders, staring deep into slightly frightened cinnamon eyes.

“Alright, listen close doll, ’cause we’re about to get you a man.”

(Sorry about bad quality, I’m tired AF)



sorry guys i’ve been super busy but here have a v v gay thing i made 4 u

it’s 4 am 

k so i have approx 4 hours until this coffee wears off & i can go to sleep. that sounds like just enough time to fall in love, internally wrestle with some existential conflict regarding that love, break my own heart, and fall out of love again. who is keen?

GOT7′s kinks

Mark. Although I thoroughly believe he is a fuckboy, he is a vanilla fuckboy. I’ll bet he’s really into vocalization, basically his partner’s moans. It doesn’t matter if he’s going down on you, or if he’s fucking you, every sound you make is legitimately the most delicious noise in the world. You could probably turn him on just by moaning. It’s almost like subtle praise, letting him know he’s doing a good job. He’s probably also into biting, usually just soft bites, that little bit of an extra sensation, dragging them over your skin, but every now and then harsh bites. When he’s about to cum, he’ll drop his head into your shoulder and sink his teeth into your skin, a muffled moan coming out. He probably appreciates it just as much when you bite back. I think he has a pretty big kink for thigh riding, and giving oral. He just wants to please you and he’s not content until you’ve cum at least twice, no matter what you’re doing.

JB. I think passion is important to him, and that leads to rough sex. He’s probably also into hair pulling, but more so on his end. He wants your hair in his fist, tugging while he fucks you from behind, other hand tightly gripping your hip or thigh. He’s the type to need to go another round once you’re both ready, just because once isn’t satisfying enough for him. Dirty talk would be something that’s pretty present, but nothing degrading, more so telling you how good you feel, how fucking badly he needs you, that you look so gorgeous when his cock is in your mouth– positive things. I think he’s into public teasing, trying to get you as needy for him as possible and leaving you like that until the two of you are alone. It’s both an establishment of dominance and almost like he wants you to know that your his, and only he can make you feel the way he does. Really though, he just likes intensity.

Jackson. I think when it comes to him although it’s not a kink, above all he craves intimacy. He wants that connection, and knowledge that there’s reasoning behind the sex. He wants it to mean something, he wants the sex to be about needing you as close to him as he can be. I think that he also would really like some form of praise. He wouldn’t necessarily want you telling him how great he is, but just reassurances that he’s making you feel good, and that you love him– again it adds to the intimacy of it. Now, on the other hand, that boy doesn’t know his strength. You have to understand he’s going to f u c k you, and afterwards you’re going to have bruises in the shape of his fingers and hip bones. It’s not his fault, and he feels terrible, he just can’t control himself because you feel so fucking good, and he genuinely doesn’t realize how much strength he has. He also probably wants to make sure you get off before him as often as possible, because he just wants to treat you right. I think he’d also be really into oral, but on the receiving end. He loves tangling his fingers in your hair, and running his thumbs over your face, and the look you give him.

Junior. Our boy junior wants control and dominance. He has the capability to be soft and sensual but his preference is that his you completely submit to him. He absolutely has a thing for eye contact. He wants you looking at him– watching– as he goes down on you. He wants to see you when you cum, and he wants you to know damn well that it’s him getting you off. He probably really likes giving oral, honestly, mostly because he can tease you and make you beg for it. He’s the kind to tease you relentlessly until you’re so desperate for release you’re practically crying. Every time he goes down on you he puts your legs over your shoulders and has one hand on your stomach, another on your hip forcing you down so you can’t control the situation at all. When it comes to actual sex, aside from that overall dominance and control, he probably has a bit of a spanking kink. He absolutely loves fucking you from behind, one hand on your neck, almost pushing you down slightly, all the while smacking your ass every now and then. I’m also going to be honest, I think he might have a low-key daddy kink. He isn’t the typical daddy everyone thinks of– he’s the type to raw you, and then after he’s running his fingers through your hair, making sure you’re not too sore, and then he’s making you snacks and spoiling you.

Youngjae. For the most part, I think it’s your pleasure that’s the most important thing. He wants to do everything he can to make sure that he’s pleasing you exactly how you need. Because of that, he can really go either way, either submitting to you, or dominating you, but his preference is really just balance. He does like you riding him, as it gives him a sense of intimacy. He can look you in the eyes, and press sloppy kisses to your lips, and brush your sweaty hair out of your face, and after you’ve both finished he can whisper ‘I love you’ really softly with his forehead pressed against your own. I think with him, vocalization might be another thing that gets him going, as it gives him a boost of confidence and reassures him that he’s doing the right thing. He probably likes it when you call his name, or a sweet pet name, and he more than likely does the same in return.

Bambam. 10/10 I think his biggest kink is oral. If this boy could spend every waking minute between your thighs, he would. He wants to go down on you literally anywhere, all the time. He likes it when you pay the favor back of course, but he goes down on you because he wants to. He’s also the type to be into teasing, making you beg for it, subsequently, he’s also the type to overstimulate you, until you’re begging him to stop because you just can’t cum anymore. You will never get off just once with him. I believe he’d also be into public teasing, the type to touch you when no one’s looking, or try to get you off beneath the table, even if you’re at your parent’s. He’s also the type to be into public sex, if it escalates, dressing rooms, bathrooms, cars, probably even an elevator until you tell him that there’s cameras watching and it’d be /really/ bad if that footage got out.

Yugyeom. I think he’s young, and he’s probably yet to discover his true kink potential, but he’s definitely got some– he’s a hoe. He likes oral, because what guy his age doesn’t want to get sucked off? But above all I think he’s really into face fucking. At first he’d try to control himself, but halfway through the blowjob he’s just lost control, and his hands are on either side of your face, his cock is all the way down your throat, and even though the squelching noises sound disgusting to you they’re just so divine to him. (Afterwards he’d be sweet of course, and he’d rub your throat lovingly, and then really sheepishly ask if you want a halls or something. He’s also probably got a system worked out for when you can’t breathe.) He’s probably just into really rough sex, with slight dominance, anything that strokes his ego. He’s also really into hair pulling, and he’s the kind to physically put your hands in his hair. The aftercare is just as important though– the cuddles, and the pillow talk. It’s a total contrast to how he was during sex, because now he’s sweet, and whining for your attention.