allured.

[btwnteeth-blog]

His smile broadens when she agrees to kiss the lizard, and he swiftly pulls out his phone to snap a picture of her once she lifts it up in her palms, taking quite a few more shots than necessary to make sure he could get a good one for his wallpaper later. Giggling wildly, he takes the lizard from her to keep in his lap. “Thanks, cutie. He says he’s feeling a lot better now.” He scrolls through the pictures he’s taken, choosing his favorite for the background. “Would you mind getting a kiss from a giant reptilian humanoid, now?”

Gun takes a strand of her hair, tucks it behind her ear as he leans in to give her a kiss, a gentle peck that lasts for much less time than he’d hoped to have, but there is still a lizard scrabbling around on his thighs. “I’m gonna put him away now. I just wanted to give them all a break from eachother because he and George Michael have been acting weird to eachother and fighting.”

[koubaiiro]

She didn’t even notice the cellphone he raised up beside her head, her eyes closed the entire time until she was shielded by his throat; it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought, but also not something she planned on doing too much. Tilting her head, she let him take the nearly translucent lizard from her arm before moving and subtly rubbing at her lips with the back of her hand. “You have an interesting form of communication with them,” she murmured, pulling her head away to open her eyes and look at the lizard settled on his pale thigh, the faint trail of some of her lip gloss on the top of its body. “Oops,” she breathed out, reaching a finger down and gently swiping the sheen of gloss off before looking up at the other. 

There’s a moment of silence from her as he reached to tuck a lock of her hair away from her face, and the corner of Ishiko’s lips turned up into a tiny smile as he pressed a quick kiss to her mouth. As he pulled away she nodded, reaching up to ruffle his hair while he untangled himself and got out of the bed. “That’s odd, I thought they all liked each other... Maybe they’ll sort it out, hm?” Her gaze was on him as he climbed out of bed and headed out to his room, before she set the rest of her magazines on her nightstand and pulled the blankets up to cover her legs. “Hey,” she called out, turning her head toward her doorway, “you’re coming back here, right?”

[btwnteeth-blog]

“Grungy and effortless… You have strange tastes, Ishiko.” He moves to sit up next to her, wrapping his long limbs around her side, claiming her with his snuggles. “Don’t talk to me or my sons ever again.” There’s definitely some giggles coming from him, a sign that he really doesn’t mind her criticism of his lizards. “No. I mean. Yes. You can kiss me. But you have to kiss Mr. Bowie first.” Maybe he should’ve just agreed to the trade-off, it would’ve been a win/win scenario, and David Bowie probably wouldn’t have minded, but he’s a stubborn guy. He’s detecting the apprehension from Ishiko towards having the lizard that close to her face, and he’s ready to pounce on this new-found fear. “Don’t be scared. He doesn’t bite. He just wants a kiss. Look at him. He’s so hurt.” Gun’s gaze returns to the lizard, who’s stopped in the middle of Ishiko’s arm to stare blankly ahead. “He’s so upset he can’t even move.”

[koubaiiro]

“You’re welcome,” she replied, giggling. There’s a familiar type of comfort that comes to Ishiko when she feels the warmth of his body next to hers, arms snaked around her and keeping her close. Of course, she still couldn’t help but feel a bit of unease at the situation; while she wasn’t one to find reptiles exactly appealing, enough time had passed that she’d gotten acclimated to his pets. There was a slow process to it, though. She started small with approaching them slowly, and eventually built up to being able to touch them beneath her fingers and even have them skitter across her arm like now. But to kiss the lizard? She turned back, staring at it with her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “He doesn’t look hurt, he looks like he-” Cutting her speech off, Ishiko blinked for a second, staring at the lizard before staring at him. “...Like he needs a little peck.” With a clear of her throat, she lifted her arm up before leaning in and pressing a quick peck to the lizard’s head. Her eyes are squeezed closed of course, a split second to do what he asks before finally pulling away and burying her face in the crook of his neck. “There,” she responded, voice muffled, “I did it.”

[btwnteeth-blog]

“I look like I rolled out of a garbage can, what the hell are you talking about?” He laughs to cover up the sudden bout of shyness he’s feeling from her compliments, stroking his finger over the top of the lizard’s head gently. “Dammit, maybe I shouldn’t have brought him in here. He’s cock-blocking me now.” The lizard makes its way from his body to her arm, tentative steps taken with his nails hooking to skin so he won’t slide off. “Excuse you! David Bowie is fine. Don’t talk about him that way.” He eyes the salmon pink color around David’s face, the reptile’s eyes lidded with a constant neutral look to it. “It’s just his skin, he doesn’t have pigmentation in those areas. He was an experimental one, they breed these for colors. That’s how I got him. If he was full-blown pastel, it would’ve been a lot harder to get my hands on him.” His finger runs along the bumpy skin of its back while it treks along Ishiko’s arm. “You hurt his feelings. Give him a kiss.”

[koubaiiro]

“It’s a... grungy, effortless, lowkey look,” she replied, eyes trained on the lizard while it tentatively moved onto her fingers before moving up her hand. “Like I said, you look good.” As her gaze followed the lizard while it slowly crawled up to her forearm, she turned to glance at the other, his head perched in her lap and staring up at her. “What? Freddie and George seem to be more... vibrant in their expressions. It’s easier for me to tell that they’re alive-” Pausing to clear her throat, she realized that just maybe she should stop digging herself into a deeper hole with him. Of course, when he asks her to kiss the lizard in apology, Ishiko stared at him, eyes wide and lips pursed. “...Wh-” She doesn’t mind the lizard on her at the moment, really, but to kiss the lizard? That was something she wasn’t quite prepared for just yet. “Give him a kiss? Can’t I just give you a kiss instead?” she asked, hoping that just maybe he’d accept such a trade off.

[btwnteeth-blog]

“Huh– lemme think about that.” He pauses, chin in hand, mainly using it as an excuse to ogle her legs. “Maybe the time we cross-dressed? I’m glad you let your dolphins breathe, they need it.” He curls up at her side, running his palm from her calf all the way to her inner thigh. Definitely a bit too hands-y for a conversation about pants. “Skirts look good on you, anyway.” A kiss is planted on her thigh before he rests his head in her lap. One of his lizards crawls up his shirt, scuttling over the slope of his hip. “Oh, yeah. I snuck David Bowie in here. So be careful.”

[koubaiiro]

“Oh!” she exclaimed, a giggle escaping her soon after as she recalled the particular moment he mentioned. “I completely forgot about that! I’m pretty sure that was the last time I’ve worn pants, actually. You looked cute in that skirt.” Humming quietly, she peeked at him from over the top of the magazine, gaze following his hand as it moved up her skin. With a purse of her lips, she lifted the magazine up to her nose to hide her smile. “Thank you; I’m glad they look nice. You look good, too. Just in general. Good.” At the mention of one of his lizards being with him she tensed, eyes raking over him before finding the multicolored lizard atop him. “Thanks for the heads up,” she replied. “I was just thinking about possibly tackling you for fun; good thing you told me.” Moving to set the magazine on the nightstand, she instead reached a hand out, fingers gently on his skin but in front of the lizard to see if the reptile would crawl up her arm. “I always sometimes worry if David Bowie is okay. He looks half dead a lot,” she mused.

[koubaiiro]

continued from { here } for @qiangun

“Not fucking me, that’s for sure.” he stretches out, arms above his head, decked out in his usual lounging attire– nothing but boxers with various prints on them. Today’s theme is kittens. “Fuck pants.”

Sitting atop the mattress with her back against the headboard and legs stretched out in front of her, she flipped a page of the fashion magazine she’d been poring over for the past ten minutes. “I agree,” she replied, lifting the magazine from her lap to take a closer look at a particular layout of photos. “Besides, when was the last time you’ve even seen me in pants? I’ll settle for skirts, dresses, or even leggings, but pants? I mean, I like being able to reach down and feel when my legs feel like dolphins, but that’s just me.”

[taeskai]

[lanturn-left-this-blog-deactiva]

[sajinjagga-blog]

                              “ Excuse me, I’m sorry to inform you but we’re about to close.                                 Do you have all you need for checkout? ”

[koubaiiro]

Strolling down the aisle lined with bags and bottles of different colors and sizes, Ishiko held two bottles of soju in one hand while her eyes searched on the shelves for the exact items she needed. It was one of those nights that came after long days of thinking and working, where nothing would help the stress dissipate like liquor in her system. As she stood in front of the bags of chips on the racks, she was about to reach out and grab a bag of honey butter chips when the sound of another person’s voice caught her attention. 

“Oh,” she breathed out, giving a bow of her head in apology. “Sorry for holding you up, I’ll be right there-” Pausing to snatch the bag of chips from the shelf, Ishiko slipped it under her arm before grabbing a bag of flaming hot cheetos as an afterthought and shuffling over to the counter. “I’m coming!” she called out, quickening her steps before stopping at the counter and setting her items down and giving a nod of her head. “This should be everything.”

[uyuro]

ootd for 160723! had a study date at the library, and a cronut to relax after the first week of uni 🍃

shirt + skirt + jacket, feat. peaches

[btwnteeth-blog]

[TXT] would you care to lick it off me [TXT] OK I’m done fucking with you now because people are giving me weird looks for being happy. Apparently feeling joy isn’t allowed in public places. I’ll be home in a minute

[koubaiiro]

{ txt } GUN U STOP THAT RIGHT NOW !!!! { txt } ok come home and be happy with me here, i’ll see you soon :-*

[btwnteeth-blog]

[TXT] no I just wanted you to be as amazed as I was by the phrase ‘winter titty’ [TXT] you might be having a great night too ;^))))) [TXT] yes flaming hot, they were inspired by you

[koubaiiro]

{ txt } i can’t say i’m not in awe at the name, honestly. { txt } every night is a great night for me, you know. but I’m guessing it’ll be better than usual:) { txt } WOW. YOU’VE GOT SOME GREASE ON YOU >>

[koubaiiro]

{ for @joesunamja continued from here }

“Nah,” he told her closing the distance between them. “You probably shouldn’t have, and you can back out at any moment, but I don’t think you honestly want to do that,” he told her nodding as he looked to her before she smiled and bit and pulled back. “Or I could be wrong. I don’t know yet. Do you?” he inquired curiously.

She didn’t want to avert her gaze as he leaned in, refusing to let him think that she was weak or backing down from the original task at hand. She couldn’t help it, though, tilting her head down and leaning back a little before turning her head back once more to face him. “I don’t back down from anything, especially taunts and dares,” she stated, holding up the baseball bat that she held in her hand by the handle, a tiny smile soon playing upon her lips as she calmed down. “I’ve seen people do this before, I think I’ll be okay, yeah?” 

[btwnteeth-blog]

[TXT] it fucking sucks but I give him an A for effort [TXT] Yes. I bought booze and condoms [TXT] That was a joke. I also bought Cheetos

[koubaiiro]

{ txt } what a shame. I thought it would have sounded awesome if you texted me the song title. { txt } sounds like you’re about to have a great night :^)  { txt } ooh... flaming hot cheetos? maybe? 

[koubaiiro]

qiangun:

[TXT] some dude gave me his mixtape at the grocery store and it had a song called Winter Titty on it

{ txt } that... sounds interesting. { txt } what do you think of the song? { txt } WAIT ! { txt } grocery store? what-

[koubaiiro]

[TXT] winter titty

{ txt } wh- { txt } i need context

[koubaiiro]

"Hey, how drunk are you?"

{ Dark, Thrilling, and/or Criminal Starters | STATUS: ACCEPTING } for @amczed

She’s only had a few drinks, really. Enough to count on one hand... or maybe two? Ishiko lost count after four, but she’s positive that she’s still relatively coherent. Hearing the question being directed at her, she looked up at the person who was asking, her eyes slightly lidded and a dreamy gaze on her face. The man had a familiar face, one that she had seen several times a month at the nightclubs she frequented, but she remembered him most when he was escorting people out of the venue, politely or not. “...Me?” she asked, tilting her head and flashing a bright smile before she shook her head. “’m not that drunk, friend! Just a little...” She trailed off, lips pursed for a moment as she thought of the correct word, “buzzed.”

[memesandthings]

DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS. [PT1] [PT2]

“I’m scared.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Are you scared?”

“Is this even legal?”

“Just trust me.”

“We’re locked in!”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“It’s too dark in here.”

“Why are we here?”

“They have a gun…”

“They have a knife…”

“Grab what you need, and let’s go.”

“Be quiet. Don’t let them see you.”

“Choose your victim.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“They’re coming for us.”

“How do you know how to do that?”

“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“We’re getting out of here unseen.”

“Something moved over there.”

“Do you have the stuff?”

“So, what’s the plan?”

“It’s not safe here.”

“This is your fault.”

“We’ve gotta go. Now.”

“Hey, how drunk are you?”

“Hey, how high are you?”

“Is that… a dead body?”

“We’re not alone in here…”

“What do you need me to do?”

“It’s not safe here, you should go.”

“I can’t believe you stole that!”

“Hey, stay close to me. Got it?”

“If they catch us, we’re dead.”

“… There’s no signal out here.”

“Where’s the money you owe me?”

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Did you bring what I asked?”

“I saw you steal that…”

“I think I dropped my weapon.”

“This is the last time I ever do this.”

“Shit, the cops are coming!”

“Wait. I think I heard footsteps.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“The cops are looking for us.”

“What the fuck is that?!”

“You’re gonna get hurt.”

“Next time, I’ll kill you.”

“It’s my first time doing this.”

“You’re gonna get us caught.”

“You seriously got high without me?”

“You seriously got drunk without me?”

“I’m never doing this with you again.”

“How’d you get all this money?”

“What are you doing out here?”

“What if something goes wrong?”

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“I’ve never gotten high before…”

“I’ve never gotten drunk before…”

“What the fuck did you do now?”

“Let’s go and do something bad.”

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t human.”

“So are we getting high, or what?”

“I’ll kill the asshole that did this to you.”

“It seems like you’ve done this before.”

“I have to be honest… this car is stolen.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your car?!”

“I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”

“What do you mean this isn’t your house?!”

“That’s… a lot of drugs you’ve got there.”

“Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.”

“We don’t have to do this, we can turn around.”

“How much time will they give us if we get caught?”

“Watch the door for me? I’ll be out in five minutes.”

“Maybe it’s the drugs, but I swear I heard someone…”

“This is literally the worst fucking time to hurt your leg!”

“Are you about to go do something illegal? Count me in.”

“The engine is dead and we’re in the middle of nowhere. Fucking great.”