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Activity Check
Hello Cheongguk tenants! It’s been roughly two weeks since we opened the building and it’s grown to be so big since then. However, it’s probably high time we did this. We’d like an active family after all.
Please REBLOG this post by the end of Saturday (9/21, 11:59 PM KST) to avoid being removed from the directory. People on hiatus, of course, will be exempt.
Thank you for your time! (:
I'm so tired and I just miss you.
You miss me? Why don’t you reveal yourself then?
Smut/Kink Prompts-for when you're in the mood to write smut
Send me a prompt, I’ll write you some smut using that prompt. Send me a
Ablutophilia: I’ll write our characters making love in a bath or shower Agoraphilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a public place Claustrophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex in a confined/small space Coprolalia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty to the other Endytophilia: I’ll write my/your character having sex while clothed/partially clothed Fetishism: I’ll write your/my character having sex/playing with an intimate object. Hematolagnia: I’ll write our characters having sex with blood play Haptephilia: I’ll write my/your character becoming aroused by my/your character’s touch. Masochism: I’ll write my/your character being dominated/humiliated by my/your character Odaxelagnia: I’ll write our characters biting each other in a sexual manner Parthenophilia: I’ll write my/your character taking the others virginity Polyiterophilia: I’ll write our characters having sex together with multiple other characters. Scatophilia: I’ll write my/your character talking dirty over the phone to your/my character. Somnophilia: I’ll write my/your character waking the other up by sex Triolism: I’ll write our characters in a threesome Vincilagnia: I’ll write my/your character being tied up by your/my character sexually. Voyeurism: I’ll write my/your character watching the other having sex/masturbating
{/she has to hold herself back from openly rolling her eyes; how is she the one contradicting herself when it was clearly stated on the wall— ‘NO SMOKING,’ a sign clearly put up by whoever is in charge of the building; she wonder s if he even read the stipulations written in the contract he signed} Okay, first of all, {/she begins, calmer now, even through the ridiculousness of the situation, her smile more natural because she knows she’s the one with a point} you’re rude and full of yourself. Second— {/she ticks off her pointer finger} —I’m starting to feel like you don’t know how to read. Finally—people do share rights, you know. It is a thing that’s possible in this day and age.
/his ears fall deaf on her explanation, eyes focused on the fiery head of his death stick, shoulders relaxing with each inhale of the nicotine, going over each of the stipulations in his head, remembering well that the lobby was only briefly stated as the common room; First of all, you're the one who keeps bringing an 'I' in this conversation while I haven't spoken of myself without being stimulated to. If you look at it from this point of view, it's you who seems to be full of yourself. /he continues, his voice as cold as before while the uneven cloud of smoke slips past his lips, failing to turn his head in the direction of the sign; Second of all, I'm not affected by your words, attitude or inability do deal with a different opinion. In conclusion, yes, people share rights and if you want us to compromise, you have a smoke free space in the opposite corner of the room.
Yah.. It's a sidewalk. Walk being the key word. -She looked up at him with a smug smirk; And you were looking, not me correct.. so you obviously could of seen where I was. -Hyeri rolled her hues and walked up to him with a teasing roll of her hues; But if you're done teasing me, can you help me.. I kind of got lost wandering around in the city and now I'm completely turned around on where i'm at.
/letting out a breathy snort at the remark, he steps on the edge of the board, angling his body so that he’s facing her; Hm.. you should look that word up in a dictionary. /he clicks his tongue, hands coming to tuck themselves in the front pockets of his jeans; Do I look like a tour guide to you? I have somewhere to be, and I’m sure your knowledge can help you get places. /speaks sarcastically, facial expression remaining emotionless;
You remind me of someone.
Do I really?
We both pay rent, we both have rights and privileges, and as far as I know when I signed the lease to a room in this building, among the privileges that I got was a smoke free lobby. {/she pauses to take a calming breath, not wanting this upstart of a boy get to her; keeping a smile on her face, she continues} I don’t see how I’m the one contradicting myself, when I’m just pointing out things that we all have to adhere to, considering neither you or I own the building. {/she’s not even a big stickler for rules most of the time, but he seems to have hit the switch in her, the one who hates losing out when she feels challenged}
/he watches you with a degrading look, eyes roaming the room more than focusing on her own as the smoke leaves his lungs freely a minute after the cigarette's been lit; Lobby is a common area while the contract briefly states that it should be kept clean and nothing beside that because, in fact, you were signing it to get into an apartment and not this lobby. By law, this room does not belong to you nor me. Without the owner, each of us has the right to set our own rules. /the words leave his mouth slowly, the vocabulary purposely appearing lowered to the level of a preschooler to manipulate the feelings of the woman who's forced smile continues to amuse him; Also, if you look back, you were contradicting yourself by crowning yourself with a right, than taking away the same right in the following sentence, calling it mine.
I’m not in charge, but I do pay my rent. {/she points out; it’s not even really that she’s bothered by him smoking, it’s the rudeness and the conceit that’s starting to grate on her; there are few things that rile her up but this boy seemed to be hitting a button or two} I don’t own the building, but neither do you. You can do well with some consideration, good sir. {/she flashes him a thin-lipped smile}
I don't own the building, but I pay my rent too. Everything you're saying just opposes your previous statements if you haven't noticed; or are you trying to indicate that our rights should not be equal? /he speaks calmly, the tone of his voice indifferent and low, observing the female from the corner of his eye, allowing the satisfied smirk to creep on his lips, the outcome of the silent debate better on his end;
{/she’s not quite sure what to make of his attitude and her eyes follow his hand with the lit cigarette; she doesn’t say anything when it almost burns a piece of paper but her eyes do fly towards the sign on the wall of the lobby that said ‘NON-SMOKING AREA’;} I think you can smoke outside, but not here. {/she says with a polite, still somewhat friendly smile}
/he gives her a look, squinted eyes portraying the carelessness of the male as he turns away yet again, using the pen that's clinging to the side of the board by a string to scribble down his phone number on one of the ads; I smoke where I want to. If you're not in charge of this apartment complex, you have no right to scold me. Plus, it's pointless to put up that sign since there are no smoke detectors. /comments, that having been the first thing he's noticed about the room;
❝ Under watchful eyes — ;
Dark eyes focused themselves on simply moving about, the smooth line he let his board go in slowing only to prevent a collision with another male who seemed to be too busy flexing towards a line of mostly girls across the park who were all loitering around and oogling the group. Rolling his eyes, he pushed forward again afterwards, a u-turn moving him back towards his original location, the voice suddenly slipping through the cracks of his thoughts, bringing his attention back to everything going on around him completely.
A click of his tongue and Jiyong’s gaze wandered lazily towards the source of the words, eyes trailing upwards when they were met by a surprisingly tall male standing not too far away, though far enough to make his voice obviously raised to get him to hear; a spark of curiosity showed on his face at the expression the other had. Humming once again as he carved a long, slow circle out towards the other, the older man simply continued to eye the stranger, taking his time to speak. “Well then… ” he started, voice laced with amusement while he finally slowed to a halt, just to the left of his vision. His foot tapping on the tail to send it upwards, fingers easily capturing the lip at its highest, the board now casually leaning against the fabric that covered his leg. “Good to know. Thanks, I suppose.”
With that, he let the board drop, easily sliding his leading foot forward to catch the center as it came down, back leg pushing him forward gracefully. Turning his back, Jiyong idly wondered why he’d decided that leather pants were the best thing to wear that day, the heat causing them to stick against his skin, despite the expensive lining inside of it that he distinctly remembered the store manager promising that it would not do exactly that.
A shake of his head turned himself away from his sudden disjointed thought and he made his way back to the same ramp as before, once again making a wide turn before building himself up some speed, the momentary feeling of weightlessness hitting him as he reached the peak of the arch he took leaving the top giving him chills. His back leg kicked out, sending the board flying into a neat circle before meeting the opposite side of the wooden structure, his feet hitting it’s top only a millisecond later. His body stayed crouched for a moment before straightening again, his face unable to keep the tiny grin off his face at the girly scream of appreciation his simple trick got him.
The stimulated interaction brought the trademark smirk on his face, a side of his lips curling upwards though his overall expression showed nothing but indifference towards words spoken to him. With a barely noticeable nod of his head and the bangs hiding the intrusive gaze, he allowed his his eyes to set on the defined, bony hips, impure thoughts regulated by the leather pants clenching around the man's limbs, making every curve and bulging visible. Pressing the back of his thumb against his bottom lip, the latter took a step closer, battling the temptation to the back of his mind.
As easily as it was established, the connection was broken, the fading image of the desire departing collecting the sexual thoughts, demanding them to be replaced with immoral hypocrisy for the developing activity of the other. The study of movement, provocative crouching of the petite body occupied his mind, images flashing before continuing in a slow motion as the wheels of the skateboard scratched along the stable surface of the ramp. A dry chuckle rolled off his lips, keeping them parted, thumb toying with the neglected cigarette box in the dark haired male's hold, pressing the side to get the lid to pop open before clicking it back closed. With such a distraction, the possibility of a monstrous reaction was tamed, coals still locked on smaller frame when the neatly wrapped up skin settled between his lips, the front ignited by the weak flame gushing out of the head of the lighter. Taking a long drag, he kept the smoke burning the inside of his mouth, travelling down his throat to the abused lungs.
Staring ahead, he let his insides empty of the poisonous smoke, shoulders flexing backwards when he tilted his head, a sigh like response following the shutting of his eyelids, chills running up his spine upon feeling the nicotine absorb the oxygen from his body. A momentary pleasure set his mind at ease, regaining focus directed at the control of the situation, hand nearing his face to quicken the process of dissipating the cigarette, the tip of his foot tapping along the end of the skateboard deck to non-existent beat. The screams were reaching his ears, girls crowding around the numerous props cheering the part-time skaters on, creating a faceless hoard of uninformed delegates that the society has created. A simple shake of his hand sent the cigarette to the ground, heel of the male's sneaker extinguishing the fiery ashes.
With a harsh stomp, the skateboard was sent up, long fingers curling into the griptape of the deck, praising the perfect catch. Having his lips press into a thin line, Junhong kept a loose hold of the object, narrowed orbs aiming the skating ramp before letting it hit the concrete with a loud echoing. His weight came in contact with the board, the stiffness disappearing with the soft push, the professional entering the safety zone with a cheap trick impressive to the eyes of the inexperienced bystanders.
architectsumin replied to your post
{`her fingers run towards her nape as she gives him a crooked grin, soft chuckles trailing after. Sumin takes a quick glance at the cigarette before her eyes meet his.} Let's not pretend you're old enough to smoke, let alone smoke in the hallway.
/cocking a brow at the female, he begins toying with the lid of the box, contradicting her comment as he sets one of the cigarettes between his lips; Let's not pretend you have the authority to tell me what to do and what not to do.
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{/sidesteps the smoke; she's not really bothered by smokers, but inconsideration does bug her} I didn't know, actually-- {/arches an eyebrow, lightly shrugging her shoulder} But it's been interesting meeting you, Zelo-ssi.
Is that so? /asks in a somewhat provokative manner, taking a hold of the cigarette to roll his tongue over his bottom lip, tearing a piece of paper from the board, the lit part of the death stick dangerously close to it;
I think I haven't introduced myself yet-- Hi, I'm CL. /smiles and bows her head gently/ Pleased to meet you-- uhm, what's your name?
/turning his head with the annoyed expression on his face, he stares down at the woman; Zelo, but I doubt you didn't know that.
-With the clear straw of her cappuccino pressed up between the pinkened flesh of her lips, Hyeri wandered about with her phone in the opposing hand totally lost in her surroundings when she noticed a sudden mass rushing past her on its skateboard. She froze in her last step and looked up in time to catch herself before she was squashed, or something less dramatic; Oh.. I'm sorry! -She yelled out toward the male before a loud gasp pierced her lips; WAIT! can you help me..
/turning his head back, he set his foot on the ground, letting it drag along, leaving the sidewalk at least two times before managing to still, stopping the rolling board only to give him a chance to raise a brow at the female in a questioning yet degrading manner; You've been reckless and now you're requesting my help? /the rhetorical question leaves his mouth, followed by a quiet snicker; You're.. amusing.
