#( the m i n i m a l i s t ) // musings .

[aerospectrum]

“a mirrored picture of my old man… god the kid looks so sad… i’m seventeen going under….”

[hubrisdescent]

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 : Daredevil Vol 2 #30

[whatevcr-us]

CHARACTER STUDY CHART

bold: yes, italics: it varies.

SPEECH:

Muse:  # of spoken languages: 1 / 2 / 3+ Tone of voice: High / average / deep Accent: Yes / soft / no Demeanor: Confident / shy / approachable / hostile / other Posture: Slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed Habits: Head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / ah, er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at distance

COMPLEXITY:

Vocabulary: ★ ★ ★ ★★

Emotion: ★ ★☆ ☆ ☆

Sentence structure: ★ ★  ★ ★ ✩

Creativity: ★  ★  ★  ★  ✩

Watchfulness: ★ ★ ★ ☆ ✩

THIS OR THAT:

Contractions or enunciation? Straightforward or cryptic? Jargon or toned? Complexity or simplicity? Finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? Masculinity, neutrality, or femininity? Formalities or abrasiveness? Praise or equivocation? Frankness or lies? Excessive or minimal hand gestures? Name-calling or magnanimity? Friendly or blunt nicknames?

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS:

Do people have a hard time understanding/hearing your character? Almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / almost never Does your character’s point come across easily when they speak? Almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / almost never Would your character initiate conversations? Almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / almost never Would your character be the one to end conversation? Almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / almost never Would your character use ‘whom’ in a sentence? Yes / no (he might if he was trying to intimidate) Your character wants to make a counterpoint. what word do they use: But / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps How does your character end conversations? Walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t How does your character address others? Titles / first names / surnames / full names / nicknames What social class would others assume your character belongs to, hearing them speak? Upper / middle / working / lower In what ways does the way your character speak stand out to others? Accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t

TAGGED BY: @castlesncandyapples !!

[vaedar]

Meleys 𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐄𝐒, 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝟣𝟦𝟩 𝖡𝖢 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋; an infant 𝐕𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐬. 𝖡𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝖣𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗋𝗂𝖺. 

[daydreamdoodles]

My friend was like "hey can you recommend me some romantic fiction :)?" And I was like "sure! Let me get some specific" and he told me he likes friends to lovers, fantasy, and would prefer a straight pairing

Fellow gamers, I read almost exclusively sapphic rivals to lovers

[yourgirlsarchived]

[imoutoni]

I might never stop your sorrow, fix you up good as new but that don't mean that I can't hold your hand in mine.

[kafkicoddities]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - Redone

Send a letter and I will respond with a headcanon about the ns/fw topic that corresponds to it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum) D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) L = Location (favorite places to do the do) M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

[intomusings]

ೀ ﹒﹒  favorite   names   compilation    !

ur   fav   musings   girly   again   here   with   the   first   of   my   christmas   goodies   .   my   favorite   thing   to   do   is   these   name   compilations   so   i   decided   to   create   another   masterlist   of   my   absolute   favorite   ones   (   some   old   ,   mostly   new   )   anyways   all   i   ask   is   that   if   u   found   this   useful   ,   u   like   or   reblog   to   show   ur   support   .   i   hope   everyone   is   enjoying   the   holiday   season   ♡

- a : abella, ardella, ares, aire, arden, ayla, arie, alder, august, aymes, atlas, alina, alora, aryn.

- b : beau, babette, belle, blake, briar, bronte, banks, boston, bishop.

- c : cassiel, clara, celeste, camden, chandler, collins, clay, cartier, chanel, cosima.

- d : dove, dream, danica, delaney, drue, denver, dacey, delcy, darcy, dahlia.

- e : elodie, emory, emrys, elio, elowynne, emerson, evie, edie, estoria, esme, effy, evans.

- f : flora, faye, fallon, ford, forbes, finnick.

- g : gaia, geles, greer, gensen.

- h : hera, hudson, hampton, heath, harlowe.

- i : isla, inara, ilia.

- j : juniper, josefine, jane, jovie, joey.

- k : kiersten, kairo, kaia, kian, kouvr, keanu.

- l : lysander, lanie, lorena, lawson, lux, ludo, lourdes.

- m : marla, marigold, maren, maeve, marlowe, miller, monet.

- n : neah, north, nola, nell, noel, nariah, niamh, nami.

- o : ozzy, orion.

- p : presley, posy, pearl, porter, pacey, paxon.

- r : reed, ruelle, raya, romey, ryker, rhode, reign, rafe, rohan, raiden, remi, rion, rhiannon, reece, river, raine, rumer, reem, rhys.

- s : selah, soraya, sarifya, savion, sloane, sol, soren, scout, saint, striker, serafina, sabina, sutter.

- t : teal, twila, tristan, tobie, tripp, teague, tate.

- v : vienna, vega, vera, vincenzo.

- w : wren, winter, winona, winnie, wilder, weston.

- x : xaverie, xylah, xiomara, xander.

- y : yves, yara.

- z : zephyr.

[aerospectrum]

this is purely rambling for a canon divergent headcanon for jamie’s backstory that I needed to set free but I’m trying to save the dash sanity with a readmore

semi-inspired by this

It’s a quarter past 10pm when Jamie gets up from his desk. He paces the oversized office, pausing at the window to stare out at the empty car stalls lining the street. This isn’t home; this isn’t even life and certainly not one he ever really wanted. 

He sets his permissions badge on the stack of files placed neatly on the corner of his desk. He stares at the half cold cup of coffee he brewed not twenty minutes earlier that ripples with every footstep he takes towards it. This isn’t what he wants. 

He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life living under the thumb of a neglectful father who’s never shied away from announcing his disappointment in who he was or was becoming. He can’t stand under the weight of his failures and he doesn’t think he can survive knowing his younger sister’s words were never wrong; the more he became what John wanted the more John hated him. He can’t live with knowing she’s right. He can’t and he won’t. 

There’s a guilt that peels away at his reserve every chance it gets. Beth’s retaliation for his role in destroying her own chances at bringing life into the world eats away at him more than anything. Her constant threats to kill him; to annihilate him off the face of any map that he lingers on sit heavy on the side of things he can’t reconcile. There’s a damage he’s inflicted on her that no amount of regret will ever undo— they were teenagers, terrified of their father’s rage, but still… he didn’t tell her. He didn’t even warn her. He walked her into that clinic knowing they’d take her future from her. He hates himself everyday for it, but he’s never been able to let her know that. And even if she did know, it wouldn’t be enough and she’d spare the energy to beat it into him even deeper than it was: his self-loathing wasn’t enough. 

He feels stripped of his humanity within the Dutton household. He doesn’t belong and he knows in this moment that he never did. He wants to, he’s desperate to. It’s not even about whether he’s blood related or not- there’s something intrinsically wrong within him, he’s reached a brokenness that can’t be returned for a do-over. He doesn’t belong. This isn’t the life he. It never was. 

Maybe it really is nature versus nurture. Maybe he was always going to be some sort of monster the way his biological father was. He should’ve told Kayce that it was his own father who set up the hit on everyone- sparing him for whatever reason, Jamie would never know. He wishes he’d told Kayce. He wishes he’d done everything differently. He wishes he could call him and say goodbye, but Kayce’s gentle understanding would be too harsh a punishment for what Jamie knows he deserves. So he leaves every part of himself behind in that office. 

For a long time he ponders over what John views him as, he tries to decipher what constitutes as cowardice and what counts as growth. He sets his suit jacket and tie down on the back of the chair and slowly unbuttons the collared shirt. sliding the expensive fabric off he throws it in a heap beside the dress pants and shoes. The exposure of cold air to his skin makes his arms bristle and the hair at the nape of his neck stands. He redresses slowly; contemplating leaving a note the entire time. He can’t bring himself to explain anything. He doesn’t want to. He wants to leave no trace of himself. 

He pulls the dark green shirt on, it’s scratchy and almost threadbare, then he slides the mixed shades of auburn plaid on top of it. His jeans are loose and sink against the abrupt curve of his hipbones and his boots are worn in to a comfortable bend, coated with dirt and earth that’s older than him. He sets his cell phones on the ID and permissions badges and stares at the blank screens. He had his numbers disconnected earlier in the day; he recalls the jovial tone he used with the agent; her laughter at his jokes at deciding to live off the grid that were actually real all along. 

Jamie takes the thick packet slapped with some fancy government seal and warning about how the unlawful theft of it was a punishable crime. He roughly stuffs it into the backpack and slings it over his shoulder. “All I’ve ever done is try to protect this family.” He says to the empty office space, lingering at the doorway he turns to look around, trying to engrave the memory of it all one last time. He clicks the switch to the lights off and heads out the back stairwell, where the hall at the end of it spits him out into the empty parking lot. 

There’s a haunting nostalgia that sweeps through his veins and makes his bones creak with an ache that he can’t shake. Each step takes him further than he’s ever thought to go. 

The roads are silent, the wind howls against him, whistling against the asphalt and matching up with his rhythmic inhaling and exhaling. It’s almost sunrise when a truck comes barreling down the dusty side road he’s been on for hours. 

“Where ya headed?” The friendly voice calls out. It’s warm and gruff and reminds him of his father for a split second. He has to think it over for a beat longer than he should’ve, the impatient tap of the man’s hands against his steering wheel pulls Jamie’s focus back to the moment. 

“Somewhere far… out of state.” He scrounges the answer up as best as he can; he feels like luck is one his side with how easily his identity seems to slide under the radar. 

He traveled all across the states after the first ride. Each time he’d invent a new idea for himself. He grew his hair long, no long needing to plaster it down to his head or keep it trimmed and under control for the office or his families public presence. Sometimes he’d grow a beard and hide behind the disguise of dirt and little sleep. His missing status was difficult at the start; every once in a while a lone driver would offer him and ride and stare at him like he was a ghost. Then it would click and they’d begin to pry, asking him if he knew he was the missing AG or ask him if he needed help back to Montana. They were always well meaning, but he’d brush it off and insist he was nothing more than an intensely familiar doppelgänger. Or he’d lie through his teeth and create an elaborate backstory for why he was traveling. They’d eat it up and drop him off where he needed and he’d leave before they could contact any sort of law enforcement or officials about his whereabouts. 

Nearly five years passed before people stopped recognizing him. His thick black hair had gotten long and taken on a salt and pepper hue, coupled with the facial hair he blended into his surroundings well enough that he’d started to put roots down. He even let himself come out of the closet he’d been forced into as a young teen and for once he was happy, genuinely happy.

He frequented a bar near the river and had become close friends with most of the bartenders there. Sometimes they’d try to work their way into his past, but he’d learned how to decipher their tricks and he cultivated a good enough backstory that they’d buy it and even seem willing to let it be the part of his past he didn’t want to talk about. They never tried to tempt him with any sort of bait and switch tactics; they’d just listen and offer advice. He was slowly finding his own identity and becoming someone he felt ok with being. 

It was early in the evening when his phone lit up on the tabletop, an unknown number. He laughs at something the bartender says to him and grabs the small device out of habit. His smile is warm and it finally reaches his eyes. It’s a type of happiness he only felt when he was a young teen and his mother would tell him he was the luckiest decision she got to make. Before she died. Before his father let it be known through his actions that the land was his true love. Before Beth and him became insufferable mortal enemies. Before, before, before…

He doesn’t know why he answered it. It’s probably an old muscle memory that rears up from his political law days. He slides the screen to answer followed by a grimace at his stupidity. “Hello?” He asks, his heart drops deep into his stomach when she speaks back. 

“You’re a hard one to find.” 

“How did you get this number?”

“I’m coming to get you… you’re coming back.”

“Goodbye, Beth.” He hangs up the phone and the bartender notices how his smile has fallen, replaced with a guilt she only ever sees hardened criminals and people running from a past they can’t escape swimming in. 

[spookiesmausoleum]

𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀-𝐙 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭

Remember to specify muse for multi-muse blogs!

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

B - Body: Are they into a specific physique? Why or why not? Are they just preferences or complete turn offs?

C - Chatter: Do they like to talk during the act? If so what do they like to talk about? Is it just dirty talk or something different?

D - Dominance: Are they into those types of power dynamics? Or do they like to stick to whose topping and bottoming? If they are into it why? If they aren't why not?

E - Erotica: Do they read or watch it? Does it get them in the mood? Do they create it themselves?

F - Food: Do they believe certain foods can be aphrodisiacs? If so what foods are like that for them? Do they like using food in the bedroom or is it too messy?

G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?

H - Humiliation: Are they into it? Why or why not? How far will they go? Do they enjoy being de-humanized or is it more being made fun of?

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

J - Jousting: Do they like having more than one object or person inside of them? If so do they prefer toys or just multiple partners? Are they curious about it?

K - Kiss and Tell: Do they talk about their sex life to others? If they do do they go into detail or are they more casual about it? Do they share photos with other people or are those private?

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

M - Masturbation: Is it a part of sex for your muse? Or is it something completely different? Do they enjoy watching their partner or being watched?

N - Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

O - Open: Do they enjoy having things in their mouth? If so what are their favorite oral fixations? (fingers, toys, giving oral, etc.)

P - Preference: Does size really matter to your muse? Whether it be for others or toys in general. Do they have a favorite type of toy they like to use? If so is it the same to use on other people?

Q - Quiet: Do they enjoy trying to see how long their partner can last without making a sound? Do they enjoy loud or quiet partners?

R - Risk: Are they into some risky kinks? (breath play, exhibitionism, blood play, etc.) If so what are their favorites? Do they practice them safely?

S - Suspension: Are they into being suspended like on a swing or during rope play? Or if not, what's the highest place they've ever had sex?

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

W - Water: Do they enjoy shower sex or anywhere else that's wet like a pool or hot tub? Is it too awkward?

X - X Ray: What's going on under your muse's clothes? Do they have any special scars or places they like to be touched or avoided? Describe their physique and anything else you'd like to expand on.

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

Z - Zones: Favorite places they like to be touched? Are some less obvious than others? Any places they absolutely hate being touched?

[whatevcr-us]

Scratch has been added to the bios, thinking about making Alister official, too, but Marina, Piranha and Goldie still need more interaction before I get a read on whether to keep them long-term, I think! Got some other test muses in mind, too.

[just-a-ghost00]

Mini PAC - Details about your soulmate/TF using game cards and letters

Group 1 - Cassette

Banana card : they are fruity! If they’re a man, they have big D energy. They are joyful. They come from a warm climate country. Possibly an island.

Bunny card : this person is super cute and lovely. They look like a baby. They are very kind and soft with others. They have a high sex drive. Their teeth and ears could be parts of their body that you like about them. They feel very innocent and vulnerable.

Airplane card : this person likes to travel for fun and/or travels a lot for work. They live at a distance from you. They enjoy fast communication. They are active. They are curious and love to be challenged.

Letters : T H U N L I I O E Z E I C U Y I M A

Words or names I picked up on ( feel free to add more to the list in the comments) :

Liam, Theo, Noah, Noe, Zain, Zina, Zelie, Mona, Mina, Naim, Chloé, Chile, Lucy, Milan, Athene, Luna, China, mole, eye, cutie, cinema, zinc, camel, thyme, chain, lion, Leo, Helio, Nile, mint, maze, hazel, mountain, cunt, aconite, Lyna, Lina, Alice, menace, county, yen, Celine, TMI, TUE(sday), OCT(ober), autumn, Ciel, honey, Luca, Han, menu, hate, anime

Group 2 - Subway

Bicycle and train card : they live at a distance from you but it could be easily accessible. They enjoy traveling and/or they travel for work. They like biking.

Dress card : they are pretty feminine. They like to dress unconventionally. So if they’re a man, they like to wear skirts or high heels, to put on makeup. If they’re a woman, they’re a bit of a tomboy. They enjoy fashion in general. They could be a model.

Dolphin card : they are sociable. Their family matters a lot to them. They are very sensitive and in tune with their intuition. They have a kind and generous heart. They are playful, even flirty. They like water and/or leave near a body of water.

letters : W E E M S A U T T B A E E O R E N R

Words and names I picked up on (feel free to add more to the list in the comments) : tenor, Muse, water, Mona, Mason, Saturn, Beau, war, ram, Taurean, brat, bae, West, euro, won, MON(day), mount, sun, tarot, bus, runes, tan, beast, Roman, Roma, Meteora, Mars, ASMR, Ares, Arena, amore, nature, muerte, mentor, senor, Matteo, master, webmaster, woman, man, Erasme, Bruno, brunette, same, torn, tears, BTS, Naruto, Moana

Group 3 - Snacks

Letters X L N E J E E A O N A H N N L I R W L

Words and names I picked up on (feel free to add to the list in the comments) :

Hélène, Helena, Nia Jax, jail, Leo, Xena, hell, Joan, Joana, Jane, Jean, Jona, jean, Noel, Noe, Noa, lion, JAN(uary), Wall E, halo, hola, hello, Axel, Hoax, Jihane, Will, Jorah, horn, Jael, Jeanne, norn, helix, Halle, alien, Rollex, Rollin, Alienor, Jolie, Rio, Janeiro, Nelliel, Ronnie, Leon, Johann, Neil

Watermelon card : They support Palestine. They come from a warm climate country. They love summer. They love watermelon. They like your juice ;)

Tennis ball card : They are athletic. They enjoy tennis or any type of ball game. They got balls ;) They are swift and fast. They communicate quickly, they are witty and sarcastic.

Socks card : You'd feel very cozy with them. They have an odd but warm personality. They enjoy date nights snuggling by the fireplace or Netflix and chilling. They have cold feet.

[amourcheol]

angel (or devil)

❝Because the devil, too, was once an angel.❞

one night stand! au | smut | 4.2k words

s u m m a r y : when your friends drag you to a nightclub, all you want to do is run away. that is when a boy with light, silvery curls and a hypnotic smile offers an escape, and you think you have found your angel in disguise. his intentions with you, though, are anything but saintly.

c o n t e n t : this is literally just filth nothing else, seungcheol has silver hair, he is in that exact fuck ass white outfit from that concert (you know which one), too many angel and devil references, seungcheol is an arrogant ass, reader is low-key a brat, dirty talk galore, fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid like these mfs), lowkey choking kink, eventual orgasming, cheol has a big cock (everybody act surprised)

p l a y l i s t : angel by the weeknd || acquainted by the weeknd

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e : i wrote this in one sitting my god this is so unedited.... thank u to alice for believing i could write pwp thank u to the weeknd for his horny ass songs and fuck you 230709 cheol this is what you’ve made me... i literally have no words.... so sleep deprived... anyway pls do enjoy the horny musings and thank u for reading </3

YOU HAD NEVER BELIEVED IN THE EXISTENCE OF ANGELS.

You had always considered it religious fanatics, glorified myths to lure the naive populations to believe in things that would harm them in the future. The idea of angels to you was sweet, but unsatisfactory, a religious relic that should have stayed in history. 

Angels were a myth long dismissed until you saw the boy with the silver curls.

It was meant to be a forgettable night. You were dragged by your friends to some downtown club, urging you to get out of your apartment for once in your life. Never did you think you would find anything worth entertaining you as you scanned your surroundings, your friends already occupying themselves with the bar, leaving you at the seats next to all the dancing.

You distinctly remember trying to plan your escape route when you saw him.

Leaning along the bar surface, club lights flashing all over him and his friends’ bodies—but you did not care about his friends, because he was there, solitary in your eyes, as if he appeared out of the pages of a religious text. The darkness of the vast room could not devour the white attire he had donned; a simple white shirt was tucked into trousers of the same colour, the fabric tightening upon his chest with every shift of his shoulders. His cream-coloured boots tapped against the thundering beat of the music, chuckling at some distant joke his friends were reciting. 

You blinked back, not quite sure whether what you were witnessing was fatal attraction or the consequences of too much drink. Because you only had one cocktail, you knew your eyes were not deceiving you.

But then his gaze slid to you, catching you red-handed.

His lips morphed into a smirk, and maybe you were dreaming. 

Your dream was confirmed to be a full truth when he whispered something to his friends, and began walking over to you, a bottle in hand.

Had the club not been so loud, you were certain he would have heard your heart beating out of your chest. “You really need to work on your checking out skills,” was the first thing he ever said to you, and you blamed the heat of too many people when your cheeks burned.

You could not help it—angels were meant to be too beautiful not to stare.

“Are you gonna tell me your name, or are you only gonna acknowledge me when I’m halfway across the club?”

The angel seemed to have a mouth on him. Just your luck. “How about you tell me yours first?” you asked, sipping your cocktail.

A click of his tongue. “You’re the one who stared.”

A narrow of your eyes. “You’re the one who came.”

The boy snorted, running his hands through his hair—you wondered what they would feel like underneath your fingertips. “Seungcheol,” he then said, settling down next to you. 

“Seungcheol,” you repeated, trying out the syllables on your tongue. So the angel had a pretty name.

He raised a groomed brow at you. “This is when you tell me yours.”

Another sip of your cocktail. “Never said I would.”

This time he chuckled, a sound that resided nicely in your ears. “I guess I’ll have to be happy enough with you ogling at me from afar.”

“I was not!” you lied shamelessly.

“You were.”

“I wasn’t!”

But he knew you were lying because he pinned an incredulous stare upon you, laced with something undecipherable. “You were, sweetheart.”

Fuck. As you took the last sip of your drink, you said, “_____.”

The victorious grin he offered you had your stomach fluttering. “There we go.”

It was at that particular moment, when you both stared at each other a little too long, that this smart-ass, angel-like boy would be your escape. 

Of course, he did not possess wings, but he replaced the skill of flight with the skill of flirtation, which was working too well on you. By the next hour the two of you were joined at the hip, your friends forgotten as the two of you took your conversations to the dance floor. 

If his art of conversation was not already exquisite, the way his body moved along to the music was something else entirely. The people around you noticed the clear attraction, simpering off the two of you, more so when this Seungcheol’s hands skirted along your figure, resting upon your hips as he led you to the heavy beat. You found yourself welcoming his touches, a notion you found absolutely shocking, seeing as this was the first time you had seen him. 

As the night began to age, the two of you became all the more courageous with your casual touches. He was handsome, there was no doubt about it. You wondered whether he felt the same when he confirmed your suspicions with whispers in your ear. 

“You’re too beautiful to keep you in the club lights,” he said to you that night, a hand on your back as he walked with you to the entrance. “Let me take you somewhere else.”

“And where would that somewhere be?” you asked him, hoping he would answer what you had in mind.

“How does my apartment sound?” 

He truly was an angel—just a horny one at that.

How fortunate that you shared his sentiments.

“That sounds perfect.”

The smile that morphed his cherry lips had your insides singing, as he took your hand in his and led you out of the club.

The journey to his car was only a few minutes, but the way back to his place felt like forever—there was an unspoken arrangement now, the two of you acutely aware of what was going to happen. It made you lock and unlock your hands in your lap; for Seungcheol, it had him drumming his fingers against the car wheel, bouncing his leg in anticipation.

But then his complex was in view, and you could barely keep your head from spiralling as he parked his car, almost flying out of his seat. The tension had been built up to an uncomfortable extent, neither one making the first move until his home was in reach.

The moment he spotted his apartment, though, his greed took the reins of his entire body.

Grabbing hold of your waist, he pushed you against the door, relishing the way your eyes widened at the sudden impact. 

When you noticed his fingers begin to wander, you got out, heart in your throat, “What happened to going inside?”

He leaned in, and his lips brushed against your cheeks, finding solace in your ear. “Do you want to wait that long, sweetheart?” 

His breath on your skin could have set you on fire. You tried to speak, but your delays only had him insisting, “Answer me.”

One more graze of his mouth against your jaw, and you had had enough. 

“I can’t wait anymore.”

Pulling away, but only enough to look you in the eye, the curve of his mouth had your nerves in a frenzy.

“Didn’t think so.”

And with that, he swooped in, colliding his lips against yours. 

Instantly, like second nature you melted into him, wrapping your arms around him as he kissed you like a boy parched, your lips being his only source of sustenance. Harmoniously your lips moved together, no doubt aching to be connected the moment you both saw each other at that nightclub. His one hand like iron upon your waist, the other travelled to your jaw, holding your face in his fingers. 

Angling your face, he deepened the kiss, boosting the pleasure for you, and he revelled in your hums against him, desire radiating off your urgent hands gripping onto his tight white shirt. You were so compliant, so good for him, even as he broke the seam of your lips with his tongue, an invitation for more. 

How could you refuse an angel when he offered gifts?

You opened your mouth, and his tongue slithered inside, warm against your own. You swirled it with his, and his panting had you becoming more urgent, fisting the fabric of his shirt, snuffing out any distance that should keep you from him.

You needed him here—you needed him now.

“Seungche—” you tried, breaking away from his mouth, a sacrifice you had to make to reap a greater reward, but then his mouth planted on the corner of your lips. He trailed down, pressing open-mouthed kisses upon your throat, and a soft whine escaped you—at this rate, your fists were going to rip his shirt off.

The very thought had your insides chanting in excitement.

“Seungcheol—!” you rasped out when he took a liking to a particular spot between your neck and shoulder. “Wait, we need to go inside—!”

He mumbled against your skin, teeth grazing upon your collarbone. With great strength he released you from his hold, but only for a minute as his hands scrambled in his back pocket for the keys. 

Fishing them out, the dolt nearly dropped them, but how could he help himself? Could he be stable now, when all his thoughts were rooted around you—your spit-slick lips, your fingers on his shirt, your eyes darting between his shaking hands, and his ravenous gaze?

He jabbed the keys inside the lock, twisting and turning till the door unlocked, and he thanked every deity in the universe when the door flipped open. Wasting no more time, his hands caged you again, and this moment, when he swooped down to capture your lips again, he was having no more distractions. 

You stumbled back against him, his boot kicking the door shut as he pinned you against the wall of the hallway, the lights automatically sparking to life in your presence. His mouth was upon you once more, snatching the very breath from you as his hands crept to the buttons of your skirt. 

As his mouth distracted you, eliciting the sweetest whimpers from your throat, he unravelled each button—one soft tug, and the useless garment fell to the floor. He broke away from you, catching the sight of your black underwear, laced at the edges, and he was sure he was going to lose his mind. 

A shuddered fuck escaped his glistening mouth as his palm slid down the lace, your eyes widening when he found the fabric wet beneath his fingertips. His curse was louder this time.

You watched him ogle at your soaked panties, heartbeat pumping in your ears from the sheer sensation.

You wondered whether the angel you had met in the club was truly as saintly as you had imagined.

When Seungcheol began to move his fingers upon the dripping fabric, you knew you had made up your mind. 

A string of groans slipped out from you as he sensed your clit underneath, a phantom smile parting his mouth. “You like that?” he asked you, sweet as an angel, sweet as heaven when his fingers were doing the devil’s work. When you nodded hurriedly at him, shuddering out your breathing, he tutted at you, fingers slowing. “No, no, baby, I need you to say it.”

“Y-yeah, yes,” you could only get out, the only words in the English language that you could comprehend because then his pace increased, and you shut yourself up completely, hanging onto his shoulders. “Feels s-so good.”

“Hmm…” He circled your bundle of nerves, you tensing with each perfect movement—your hips constricted against his touch, feeling your release on its way should he continue. He fastened his slender fingers, and your legs nearly buckled as that impending feeling crept closer, threatening to crumble around him.

He could feel it coming, you supposed, with the way your eyes dazed out, mouth going slack. “You’re close, are you?” he got out, his free hand pinning your enthusiastic hips to the wall. “God, so excited to cum on my fingers?”

You tried to answer him with good, sane, words, because that’s how you reply to a boy when he asks you a question—but this was no man, and these were not good, sane words he offered you. From his baritone you could tell he was taunting you, something you should have known the moment you had your first conversation with him.

His torment only brought you closer to your ruination.

“Answer me, sweetheart,” he whispered to you, voice grating. “Do you want to cum or not?”

But your mind was a fog, and the only clear thing in sight was his fingers, moving so fast, so perfectly around your clothed clit that you could not respond to his fated question. You could only whimper out unintelligible words, voice heightening to the clouds. 

That did not suit him at all.

“Is that how you wanna play this?” he muttered as he leaned into you, his harsh, uneven breath fanning your ear. “Just wanna do whatever you want?”

God, you were so fucking close. You could almost taste it, sense the mind-fuck that was about to crash—

You could have screamed the lights off when you felt him repel his fingers. 

Your mouth gaped open, legs shaking as it awaited your orgasm, only for the feeling to slowly fade, as if the boy had never even touched you. “Wh-what the…” Now, with your senses enlivening, you could deign to speak—or rather curse his existence. “What the fuck?!”

“Oh, so you can talk now?” He rubbed his fingers with his thumb, eyeing the wetness that glistened.

You would have glared at him if the sight of him playing with your arousal did not send a bonfire alight in your core. So you only watched him and the pads of his fingers, rasping out, “You can shut me up again…if that’s what you want.”

The way Seungcheol’s gaze burned could have had you collapsing to the floor. “Fuck,” he could only say to that, his hands upon your sides again. They played at the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards. “You shouldn’t say things like that to me.”

“Why?” you asked him, barely a whisper, slowly raising your hands.

When he began to pull your shirt upwards, you let him take it off, sending it on the floor. The matching bra, laced to perfection, had him almost speechless. His hands found solace at your sides, just underneath the strap. “Because I won’t be able to stop myself.”

Instinctively your tongue slid along your bottom lip, feeling the slight swell, courtesy of his truly. “Did I…did I tell you to stop?”

He parted his mouth. 

Oh, he was going to ruin you tonight. 

If you had any clinging ideas of his angelic qualities, they were completely snuffed out from this point onwards. 

He kissed you with a bone-crushing intensity, hands trailing down your thighs as he lifted you up. He did not give you a moment of surprise, drowning out your yelps with the harsh movements of his lips as he led you to the bedroom, a journey he had memorised with his eyes closed. 

He kicked his boots off as he laid you down on the bed, you watching as he took his shirt off, his silver chain resting along his collarbone. You were shameless as you admired his physique, muscles rippling off his tight abdomen, trailing down to the real treasure, cut off from the band of his white jeans. His silver hair glittered in the lamplight of his room, you not caring about the details when the boy who inhabited it had his eyes on you.

His stare had goosebumps rippling all over your skin. When he noticed, a smirk rose upon his dark, cherry mouth. That smirk remained as, with his stare pinned on you, he unbuttoned his trousers, peeling it off his legs, and the thighs that were exposed could have struck you dumb. You had half a mind to merely focus on them alone, but when your gaze short-circuited on his Calvins, the package that welcomed you had your mouth watering.

Your blatant staring had a low chuckle brushing from his lips. “Done checking me out?” he teased, stepping closer as he entered the bed, climbing atop you. His chain dangled just above you, his fingers finding their familiar dwelling along your hips. “Looking at my cock would be enough, wouldn’t it?”

You decided to be brave. “Not anymore,” you said, your hand reaching the waistband of his underwear. “I need…need your cock inside me.”

“God,” he voiced out, finger hooking upon the straps of your panties. “Such a pretty face, but such a dirty mouth.” He brought the strap down, you then easing them off. The sight of your cunt in front of him had his eyes going heavy-lidded. “And such a…fuck.”

“Your turn,” you murmured, tugging down at his boxers. His cock sprang free in result, and your eyes nearly bugged out of your sockets. 

His laugh was a seductive melody in your ears. “Don’t hate me later when I turn cocky.”

“Let’s see if you know how to use it,” you bit back, hips aching to lift themselves up.

The carnal look on his face could have made you cum right there and then. With ease he spread your legs apart, one hand on his cock as he directed the head between your folds. He was the biggest fucking asshole, teasing you as he carressed the edges of your cunt, panted breaths leaving you with every phantom touch.

“Hurry up,” you seethed out, aching to buck your hips upward had his other hand not pinned you down. 

“So needy for me, already?” he jeered, sliding his cock ever so slightly within you. The seam of your lips broke open at the sensation, barely in but already beginning to stretch you out. “What’re you gonna do when I’m fully inside you?”

“P-probably nothing,” you gasped out, needing to push him to the limit—a comment like this, and he was sure to pound you into the bed. 

You thanked the deity that made Seungcheol when his eyes darkened.

“Nothing, huh?”

With one last tease of his head, he decided to prove you wrong.

He slid his cock past your folds, and you had to dig your nails into his shoulders to not shatter beneath him. Fuck, he was so big, it should have been impossible for you to accept a challenge as substantial as he possessed. Thankfully, he was still languid in his journey, slowly easing it in to help you adjust. He seethed through his teeth at the semblance of your cunt, pulsating around him, delighting at the way your brows knitted together at the sensation.

Once he bottomed out in you, he looked at you, waiting for your approval to continue. 

You nodded, but decided to vocalise it. “I-I’m good,” you whispered, holding onto him. “Just…don’t stop, okay?”

The devilish quirk of his lips, silver hair curling over his beautiful features, had you unable to breathe.

“Great minds, sweetheart.”

With that, glancing at where he connected into you, he began to pull out. 

Although he was slow, languid, gentle in the beginning, the mere action of his cock sliding out brought unspeakable amounts of pleasure radiating off your skin. There were many you had spent nights with, who, even when they were finishing off within you, could not bring you even an atom of satisfaction. This boy before you, over you, with one simple action, had driven you to the barriers of your sanity. 

One more push, and you would be thrown into the abyss of madness. 

The ring on his pinky was warmer against your skin, skimming past your hips as his head welcomed back the edges of your cunt, Seungcheol razor-focused on his movements. With every glance towards you, though, he seemed to lose his sharp edge, jaw slacking at the way your whines tumbled off your tongue, unable to restrain them. To bring you to that state, where you could not even control yourself…

The man, too, indulged himself when he slipped his cock back into you again.

He was a little faster this time, but you could have praised him till eternity for the change of pace as you arched your back against him. His hands began to wander, fingers sliding beneath your arch to unclip your bra, tossing it to the floor. He hummed in ecstasy at the sight of your breasts, and he wasted no time pressing his lips against your nipple. The swirl of his tongue along the peak had you mewling, carding your hands through his silver locks, pulling every so slightly with every sloppy touch of his mouth.

Soon, though, he quickened his pace, feeling his heartbeat thrumming in his ears, his throat as he relished the sounds that came from your mouth, louder with his every thrust into you. God, he did not know what specifically it was about you, but never before had he tasted the lust that resided in the room, satisfied himself in the heightened moans that elicited from you.

He watched you, desire curling in his hands as they slithered up your chest, fingers resting on your neck. “So loud, now, huh?” he taunted, his chain rocking back and forth with his movements. “Said you were gonna do nothing…look at you now.”

You could have whined out your tears with his torment, but the blood pumping at your core exposed another tale entirely. You could only answer with your panting, louder the more pressure between your hips grew. 

“Not gonna…ah, answer me are you?” His fingers curled around your neck. “Just gonna pant at me?”

Because you were in the same situation before, when his hands were doing the work, you did not answer him, only offering him trembling breaths. When his fingers exerted a little pressure on you, you felt that very oxygen decrease, panting muting out to shivering, choked exhales. 

Watching you breathless beneath him had him nearly cumming inside of you. 

But because he was not that selfish, he only indulged in his fantasy for a couple of moments, dipping into the waters of his experiment—apparently, with the way you grinned lazily at him, it seemed a success.

A note for later. 

He replaced his hands with his mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses upon your throat for penance as he slammed his cock into you once more. He devoured your moans with his tongue, opening your mouth completely because he could not have enough of your lips, could not indulge enough in rendering you at his mercy.

Tasting your blubbering, he could tell you were nearing your orgasm. “Close, now?” he murmured upon your mouth, and you nodded hurriedly against him, feeling your spit-slick lips graze up and down his own. He smiled.

“Good.”

This time, he was completely, carnally relentless.

His cock worked overtime, moving at lightning speed inside of you. His fingers brought in an earlier prospect, circling your clit, uncovered before him now, and the pleasure you received from so many ends had you relinquishing all sanity. Forget the edges of madness—you were engulfed in lust-stricken hysteria, encouraged by Seungcheol’s antics. 

You were in another world, drifting from normality, his every thrusting driving you further away from everything you were familiar with. You thought that maybe people could die from pleasure, and that it was not such a terrible way to go out, if it meant you could savour the sensation forever.

But of course, these joys never do last forever, even if the one who offered such ecstasy would have laboured forever for you. You, however, had your weaknesses, which came in the form of your blood pumping, so loud in your ears you thought they would explode. 

With one last circle of his fingers against your clit, and you were completely undone.

Your orgasm had you crying out, legs shaking uncontrollably as your walls pulsated around him, gripping onto him so hard you knew his shoulders would bruise. The apparent asshole was extremely gentle as he slowed his ministrations, his own restraint about to snap. With a violent curse he slipped out of you, spilling himself onto the sheets. Some of his release had landed on you, but he did not notice, collapsing beside your recovering figure. 

With the commotion the two of you created, the silence was deeply felt, the only sound now being the harsh breathing you both shared. You stared at the ceiling, a white darker than his hair, blinking back at the events that had occurred since you saw him.

You put your hand on your heart. It still beat a mile a minute.

You had to give it to yourself—that may have been the best fuck you ever had. 

Turning to face the boy who was responsible for it, he too, followed your actions, silver locks matted upon his forehead, sheen with sweat. 

As his heavy-lidded eyes rested on you, he offered a lazy smile—no, a languid smirk. 

As if he knew that he was the best you ever had.

You could have scoffed.

How you thought this boy was an angel was beyond you.

Because as the two of you stared each other down, uncovering one mystery after another, you knew that this was no guardian of the heavens.

No, because tonight, you had most likely slept with the devil.

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NSFW Alphabet

Spicy Content. Don't read or participate if it makes you feel uncomfortable.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Having a smoke. His (usual smaller, both f and m) partner laying on top of him. Pillow talk - sometimes he opens up about things he'd never speak about under other circumstances.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He fancies his beard a lot. He also knows exactly what he's doing by wearing his shirts unbuttoned. He has a weakness for pretty eyes, especially when they resemble Becca's eyes. Keeping that to himself and sometimes even getting angry about it out of nowhere tends to leave his partner irritated as a logical consequence.

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

Prefers cumming inside. He is skilled with his fingers, so he'd lend a hand helping his partner cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As a teenager/young adult he preferred women quite a bit older than him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows well what he's doing. He's in his late fortys and likely has lots of experience (in the show he states that he already fucked someone as a lad. It's also implied that he was liberate with hook-ups in the past).

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Due to his dominant nature doggy comes natural to him. He thinks missionary is very much underrated, too. (Continuing a heated argument while fucking?!)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not goofy during sex. He's an animal who devours someone alive.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has dark, thick hair (head, face, arms, chest, legs and pubic hair) with overall moderate hairgrowth. It's all natural, he doesn't shave or trim anything. His beard is slowly turning grey by now.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Don't expect him to be sweet in any ways. It can happen accidentially, like once in a blue moon.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off to self regulate. This man has some serious anger issues. But most of the times he just does it for the pleasure.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Being called Daddy in a sexual situation gets him rock hard immediately.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He actually likes a bed the most. Which doesn't mean he can't fuck literally anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It really doesn't need much to get him going. Being blunt about it ("wanna fuck?") will bring good results.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't let anyone penetrate his asshole.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving and receiving is equally fine.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He's rough and his thrusting gets faster right before cumming.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'd be like "yeah, whatever". Neither despises nor favors quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's quite vanilla to be honest. Which is everything but boring in his opinion. He'll likely won't engage in bondage, roleplay, excessive spanking, whipping, choking and similar practices.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is in very good shape and has more stamina than some men twenty years younger than him. He usually has good control over his orgasm. Occasionally he cums early out of pure egoism.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't hate toys but is convinced he can do better. He also wouldn't like to have them used on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He gets impatient when he's being teased and it's getting dragged out too much.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's loud. Curses, grunts, moans, growls. Will unmistakably let his partner know when he's close.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He won't pull out early. He just won't do it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has a massive girth and makes good use of it. 6½ inches in length when having an erection.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has an average to high sex drive. He was more active and chronically horny as a young man.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can fall asleep quickly after finishing but it depends on his mood and whether he's got good rest the night before or not.

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