#bohemiiia

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@bohemiiia​​: ❛ is this your thing ? cute but annoying ? ❜ ( madsmon )

 a  manicured  brow  raises  at  this,  a  small  but  subtle  grin  growing  on  her  lips.  “i  don’t  know,  you  tell  me,”  she  says,  cheeks  immediately  heating  after  because  she’s  embarrassed  by  her  own  corny  flirting.  she  has  no  idea  what’s  going  on,  with  simon  somewhat  flirting  with  her  and  madison  somewhat  flirting  back.  it’s  like  they’ve  entered  the  twilight  zone.  but  fluctuating  between  bickering  and  mild  flirting  was  so  much  better  than  where  they  were,  walking  on  eggshells  with  each  other  and  radiating  hostility  in  every  conversation  they  had.  “it’s  a  disproportionate  amount  of  cute  compared  to  the  annoying,  huh?”  she  cocks  her  head  to  the  side,  a  smile  biting  into  her  cheeks.  then  she  lets  out  a  gasp,  eyes  lighting  up  as  she  remembers  something  and  makes  a  grab  for  her  phone.  

 aside  from  their  shared  stubbornness,  madison  thinks  she’s  found  another  thing  they  have  in  common:  being  judgmental.  “simon-ah,  get  this..  i  went  on  a  blind-date  last  week,  right?  and  the  guy  seems  very  normal  at  first,  pleasant  to  talk  to  and  well-groomed.  i  asked  what  he  did  for  work  and  he  said  he  was  an  influencer.  not  an  immediate  red  flag.  but  later  when  i  checked  out  his  socials,  it  turned  out  he  was  one  of  those  prank  youtubers  with  really  bright  thumbnails  --  to  appeal  to  kids,  you  know?”  madison  frowns,  eyebrows  furrowing  as  she  stops  to  think  for  a  minute.  “i  saw  him  put  coke  and  mentos  in  the  water  tank  of  his  toilet,”  she  says  finally,  letting  out  a  dejected  sigh.  

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@bohemiiia​: [ good ] your muse calling mine a good boy / girl. ( simon & teddy / can be good girl if teddy consents to the feminization for that instance)

 on  nights  where  simon  is  physically  spent  after  a  day  of  working  and  teddy  is  needy,  he  takes  the  work  out  of  it  for  simon.  they’re  both  fresh  out  of  the  shower  after  having  washed  the  day  off,  with  teddy’s  long  dark  hair  still  drying  on  the  towel  around  his  shoulders  but  otherwise  naked.  his  face  his  flushed  as  he  leans  against  the  pillows  of  their  bed  --  his  cock  hard  and  straining  against  his  stomach.  he’s  already  got  a  toy  inserted  inside  of  him  that’s  taken  time  and  patience  to  prep  himself  for,  a  9  inch  werewolf  dildo  he’d  ordered  from  some  novelty  site  a  while  back.  in  reality,  the  only  usable  part  of  it  was  7  inches  --  and  the  hardest  part  would  be  trying  to  get  the  knot  to  fit  past  his  rim.

  “fuck,  simon,  ‘s  so  much,”  teddy  moans  as  he  licks  his  lips,  gasping  a  little  as  he  bears  more  of  his  weight  down  on  it  as  he  supports  himself  from  behind  with  the  back  of  his  hands,  wet  red  silicone  toy  squelching  as  he  fucks  himself  with  it  in  earnest.  he’d  been  planning  to  come  untouched,  but  he  doesn’t  think  he  can.  “ah,  i  don’t-  i  don’t  know  if  i,  c-can  take  it,”  he  mutters,  neglected  cock  drooling  precum  between  his  legs  pitifully  as  the  silicon  toy  has  all  but  disappeared  inside  his  puffy  hole  --  aside  from  the  knot.    “might  be  able  to  come  untouched  but  i  need,  need  to  hear  you  --  fuck,  please,  talk  dirty  to  me,  tell  me  i’m  doing  good,”  he  pleads,  dulcet  tones  taking  on  a  whinier  note.   

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4. for madison x simon 

( accepting! )  @bohemiiia​​

madison had known that tiffany and teddy had been hard up for help, but she had no idea the situation had been so dire that they posted an ad on craiglist, a place where just any financially struggling tom, dick and harry could find them! she loved them dearly, but she could not understand the way their brain worked. she had thought simon would be kind of a one time thing, just helping with videos and editing occasionally -- but no. she didn’t know this guy from adam!

 he had become apart of their little company. the way simon kept turning up, he was like gum on the bottom of her shoe. one day, she invites the CDC gang up to her office to discuss contracts and endorsements, and it turns out she pushed his buttons. “i really didn’t mean it like that,” she mutters, despite being the one to say it to him directly. he brings it up at the end of the meeting, and madison couldn’t help but laugh. tiffany and teddy are smart enough to take this as cue to leave, linking arms with curious smiles on their lips. then it’s just simon and madison alone, with a sour expression on her face. she’s quickly beginning to feel shy, awkward.  “for a man of your stature, you’re quite sensitive, aren’t you? you don’t have to take it so personally, i just don’t like my things being touched.” 

[thirstdriven]

❛  would you show up to my funeral ?  ❜ ( simon to jonghoon ) @bohemiiia​​

simon  is  jonghoon’s  companion  of  choice  for  when  he  feels  like  painting  the  town  red,  and  when  he  feels  like  watching  the  paint  dry.  which  is  how  they  find  themselves  here,  watching  their  conversation  topics  circle  the  proverbial  drain.  he  wrinkles  his  nose  in  distaste,  taking  a  strategic  and  long  pull  from  his  beer  before  setting  it  back  down  on  the  table  with  a  tinny  noise  of  emptiness  ringing  out  of  the  aluminum.  “i  mean,  i  guess.  i’ve  never  been  the  smartest  criminal,”  he  mutters,  lips  thinning  as  if  he’s  admitting  a  particularly  sour  truth.  no  matter  how  you  try  to  spin  it  in  this  hypothetical,  showing  up  to  simon’s  funeral  would  probably  implicate  him  in  some  way.  jonghoon  has  a  different  mindset  than  most  of  his  peers,  but  maybe  that’d  be  a  crime  worth  revisiting.  sometimes  the  problem  with  simon’s  questions  was  that  they  weren’t  straightforward  enough.  if  he’d  asked  if  jonghoon  if  he  would  mourn  him,  he  knows  his  answer.  quietly  but  deeply,  and  maybe  more  than  anyone  else.  “hey,”  he  says,  the  smile  on  jonghoon’s  face  making  itself  heard  before  it’s  seen.  “question.  if  i  throw  it  back  on  your  casket,  would  you  like  that?  or  would  you  find  it  like,  mad  disrespectful?”

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@bohemiiia​​: "learning so much is what got me here." ( art & teddy )

 he  lets  out  a  low  hum  in  agreement,  because  while  he’s  always  been  very  sparing  in  his  compliments  towards  art  he  has  no  will  to  not  acknowledge  facts.  give  credit  where  credit  is  due,  and  all  that.  teddy  was  threatened  by  him,  that  was  for  certain,  but  he  also  knew  his  own  value  and  what  he  brought  to  the  table  with  his  performances  in  areas  art  was  still  lacking.  “i’m  sure,”  teddy  says,  a  wry  smile  adorning  plush  lips  as  he  cushioned  his  chin  in  his  palm,  regarding  art  with  an  amused  look  in  his  eyes.  “look,  i’m  just  saying,  you  don’t  have  to  go  full  method  for  every  project.  you’ll  get  burnt  out,  fast.  i  was  really  phoning  it  in  for  a  few  of  my  roles,”  he  confesses,  giving  slight  shrug  of  his  shoulders.  sometimes  you  had  to  deliver  exactly  what  was  asked  of  you,  no  more,  no  less  --  collect  your  cheque  and  go.  teddy’s  had  to  do  that  plenty  of  times,  especially  working  with  co-stars  even  more  difficult  than  himself.

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˗ˏˋ💛ˎˊ˗    argument  sentence  starters  .   @bohemiiia  :  "  you've  got  some  nerve...  "  

        it  isn’t  difficult  to  to  rile  elijah  up,  not  when  it  seems  like  his  automatic  response  to  any  sort  of  accusation  is  to  jump  to  his  defenses  .    there  are  few  things  that  seem  certain  in  whatever  relationship  he  has  with  simon,  one  simply  being  the  undeniable  attraction  that  has  them  coming  back  time  after  time  .  the  attachment  between  them  is  what  seems  to  teeter,  and  as  much  as  elijah  would  rather  brush  things  off,  he’s  far  too  deep  now  to  try  and  pretend  that  it  doesn’t  bother  him  .  and  perhaps  it  was  inevitable  that  he  became  fond  of  the  other  male’s  company,  easier  still  when  their  time  spent  is  so  intimate  .  and  perhaps  it’s  inevitable  that  anything  that  seems  to  threaten  that  quickly  sends  elijah  over  some  edge  .         to  start,  it  takes  little  to  spark  up  elijah’s  jealousy,  already  a  recipe  for  trouble  with  something  undefined  .  there’s  been  a  handful  of  outings  between  them,  casual  little  things  that  usually  involved  a  few  drinks  and  getting  just  a  tad  too  touchy  in  the  back  of  a  cab  .  and  that’s  where  things  seem  to  be  heading  now,  until  someone  else  shows  interest  in  worming  their  way  between  the  two  .  it’s  selfish,  really,  though  elijah  wouldn’t  admit  the  fact  .  he  knows  he’s  caught  the  eyes  of  others  while  out  with  someone  else,  and  he  revels  in  it,  flattered  by  the  attention  and  just  a  bit  too  willing  to  soak  it  up  .  but  when  it’s  simon  that  draws  their  attention,  all  grazing  touches  and  lingering  glances,  elijah  can’t  help  but  feel  himself  bristling  .  it’s  a  petty  tantrum  that  drives  him  to  search  for  someone  else,  not  hidden  quite  well  enough  before  he’s  spotted  pressed  against  and  lips  locked  with  someone  new  .  but  it’s  a  culmination  of  things  that  brings  it  here,  one  too  many  blind  eyes  turned  and  jealousy  swallowed  back  as  he’s  tugging  simon  aside  before  anything  else  starts  .         “  nerve  ?  you  wanna  talk  about  fucking  nerve  ?  ”  a  flush  rises  high  on  elijah’s  face,  stopped  in  his  tracks  and  letting  go  of  the  other’s  arm  .  it’s  embarrassment  more  than  real  anger,  knowing  he’s  been  caught  in  something  almost  childish,  but  defenses  rise  regardless  .  “  you  barely  noticed  that  I  left,  didn’t  you  ?  you  looked  like  you  were  getting  pretty  fucking  comfortable  back  there  too  .”  

[makemerun]

morning  after  starters  .   @bohemiiia​  “    i  know  you’re  awake.    ”

          saros  expression  almost  takes  on  a  grimace,  tugging  the  hood  of  his  sweater  further  over  his  eyes  and  turning  his  back  to  where  simon’s  voice  comes  from  .  no,  he’s  not  awake,  not  if  he  doesn’t  have  to  be,  and  even  the  sunlight  beginning  to  stream  through  the  windows  won’t  convince  him,  so  why  would  simon  ?  saros  had  crawled  back  into  his  sweater  the  moment  he’d  woken  up,  tucked  himself  under  the  covers  and  hid  himself  from  the  morning  beginning  to  peek  through  .  late  nights  aren’t  uncommon  for  the  two—  whether  together  or  on  their  own  .  but  it  didn’t  make  them  any  more  appealing  to  saros,  as  much  as  he  would  like  to  be  a  night  owl  .  or  maybe  he’s  just  in  a  particular  mood,  the  kind  that  just  can't  be  pried  out  from  under  him  .    “  I  don’t  want  to  be,  ”  croaked  softly  out,  flipping  over  once  again  and  just  barely  peeking  out  from  beneath  the  hood  .  “  why  ?  d’you  want  me  to  leave  or  something  ?  ”

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@bohemiiia​: ﹟ possessive sex ( simon & teddy )

 once  upon  a  time,  teddy  had  been  very  ambivalent  and  skittish  when  it  came  to  the  concept  of  possession  and  commitment.  he’s  always  valued  his  independence  and  already  haven  his  world  shaken  up  by  consequences  he’d  never  been  educated  on,  the  odds  were  against  him.  he  knows  he’s  got  the  leading  man  face,  and  on  a  good  day  teddy  has  all  the  leading  man  lines  --  but    he  can’t  help  but  feel  like  someone’s  given  him  the  wrong  script.  a  deliberate  sabotage.  

 and  with  his  work,  he’s  had  to  deal  with  people  feeling  entitled  and  thinking  they  owned  him  because  they  spent  an  exorbitant  amount  of  money  for  his  time,  for  his  ability  to  fulfill  their  fantasies.  simon’s  never  been  anything  but  giving  and  respectful,  always  being  communicative  about  his  preferences  and  never  crossing  a  line  he  shouldn’t  --  aside  from  stealing  teddy’s  heart  like  a  thief  in  the  night.

something  about  being  with  simon  was  so  easy  and  comfortable,  but  every  touch  and  vulnerable  conversation  they  exchanged  felt  like  a  revelation.  it  still  feels  that  way,  with  simon’s  thick  fingers  flaring  possessively  around  his  waist  as  he  thrusts  up  into  teddy’s  tight  heat  --  pulling  staccato  moans  from  his  lips  with  each  thrust.  “ah,”  he  gasps,  feeling  simon’s  plush  lips  against  his  his  neck  and  the  press  of  teeth.  “fuck,  simon,  so  needy  today,”  he  groans,  surging  forward  to  press  their  lips  together  when  the  younger  man  lifts  his  head,  licking  into  his  lover’s  mouth  with  just  as  much  enthusiasm  despite  his  words.  

 teddy  wraps  a  hand  around  the  back  of  simon’s  neck,  mirroring  the  possessive  grip  and  making  sure  simon  was  looking  at  him  falling  apart  --  watching  kiss-bitten  lips  flutter  open  and  closed  as  he  let  out  pitiful  moans  while  simon  pounds  into  him.  “wh,  what  happened?  somebody  look  too  long  at  your  hyung  today?”  teddy  asks,  tongue  teasingly  peaking  out  to  wet  his  lips  as  he  wrapped  his  legs  around  simon’s  waist  --  the  weight  pushing  simon’s  cock  even  deeper  inside  of  him.  teddy  was  unravelling  fast,  his  cock  leaking  precum  and  bouncing  against  his  soft  stomach.  

with  simon,  teddy  didn’t  feel  a  sense  of  entitlement  or  ownership,  just  a  comforting  and  disorienting  sense  of  belonging.  “oh,  fuck,  mine,  mine,  mine,”  he  moans,  sounding  sweet  and  pitchy  as  his  fingers  slipped  into  the  cropped  hair  on  simon’s  neck  as  he  felt  that  familiar  wave  of  pleasure  build.  “this  cock  belongs  to  me,”  teddy  gasps,  rocking  his  hips  down  onto  him  as  he  holds  simon’s  gaze  --  lips  fluttering  open  and  closed  like  a  pretty  goldfish.  “want  ‘em  to  see,  want  everyone  to  see  how  good  my  love  fucks  me,”  he  mutters,  his  hand  travelling  down  from  simon’s  neck  to  the  expanse  of  his  back  to  drag  his  nails  down  the  beautiful  golden  skin  there  teasingly,  but  hard  enough  to  leave  marks.