#and the rest of the volume afterwards while you're at

[thedensworld]

Revelation | C.Sc

Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, office romance

Summary: What started as an office romance escalated quickly when there are news about Choi Seungcheol, your boyfriend, is suddenly the heirs of the company where you both work.

You grumbled as you opened your eyes, feeling the chill on the other side of the bed where Seungcheol had been sleeping. Unconsciously, your lips formed a pout, not quite pleased with Seungcheol's disciplined approach to work, which often meant leaving you alone in the mornings. But you knew he was just steps away, getting ready in the bathroom. Despite the fever weighing you down, you summoned the willpower to rise and prepare for the day. However, your feverish body rebelled, refusing to cooperate as you attempted to prop yourself up. It was the same cold that had brought Seungcheol to your side last night, yet now it seemed to mock your efforts to start the day.

"Getting better, love?" Seungcheol's voice drifted from the bathroom as he emerged, shirtless, a towel loosely draped around his lower body. You managed a nod in response, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt for his concern.

As he drew closer, his hand instinctively reached out to touch your forehead. His expression soured at the lingering heat. "You're still burning," he remarked with a furrowed brow.

"Let's call you in sick for today."

You shifted your body fully to watch him, a smile spreading across your face as you admired his effortless grace in dressing. "Maybe it's because my boyfriend is so hot that I'm burning," you mumbled playfully, the words audible to Seungcheol as he adjusted his pants.

Seungcheol chuckled, turning to you with a raised eyebrow. "Really? Am I that hot?" he asked, a hint of playful vanity in his tone as he pulled back the duvet covering your body, his ego clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Really hot, to the point where I can't help but work to protect you from other women," you teased, preparing to rise from the bed. But Seungcheol was quicker, gently pushing you back under the covers with a soft yet firm touch, his concern evident in the way he hovered over you.

"I'll order you some food for breakfast. Let's have you rest for today, love," Seungcheol suggested, his voice soft with concern as he hovered near the bed.

You raised your brow, a flicker of worry crossing your features. "Didn't you say you had to pay for rent? Don't use that money for me," you reminded him, your concern for his finances clear in your tone.

Seungcheol met your gaze with a warm smile, brushing off your concern. "Yes, but it's okay," he reassured you, his eyes reflecting his affection for you.

Shaking your head slightly, you insisted, "You know I can pay for myself, right?"

Seungcheol nodded in understanding, his expression gentle. "You've told me that thousands of times already," he reminded you with a soft chuckle.

"Baby, if you need anything, you have me, alright?" you affirmed, reaching out to him with reassurance. He responded by pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his actions speaking volumes as he nodded in agreement.

Seungcheol headed off to work after ensuring you had a healthy breakfast on the way. He reassured you that he'd already taken care of the payment, urging you to simply enjoy the meal and remember to take your medicine afterward. As you sat at the dining table, a pang of guilt settled in your stomach. You couldn't shake the knowledge that Seungcheol was facing financial challenges of his own, yet he never hesitated to take care of you. The thought weighed heavily on your mind as you contemplated his selflessness, a mix of gratitude and concern swirling within you.

Reflecting on the journey you and Seungcheol had taken together, you couldn't help but marvel at his unwavering determination and work ethic. You both started as interns at the company, navigating the challenges of entry-level positions while trying to make ends meet. But while you struggled to find your footing, Seungcheol dove headfirst into every task, his relentless drive and dedication setting him apart.

You watched with admiration as he worked tirelessly, often taking on extra shifts and projects to support himself financially. Despite the long hours and occasional setbacks, his perseverance never wavered. And it was this unwavering commitment to his goals that slowly but surely began to capture your heart.

As you got to know him better, you realized that behind his stoic exterior was a heart of gold. Beneath the surface of his determined facade, Seungcheol was kind, compassionate, and fiercely loyal to those he cared about. It was these qualities, coupled with his unyielding work ethic, that drew you to him like a magnet.

And now, as you sat at the dining table, contemplating the sacrifices he made for you without a second thought, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and admiration for the man who had stolen your heart. Despite the challenges you both faced, Seungcheol's unwavering support and dedication had never faltered, and for that, you were endlessly grateful.

"I must have gone to war in my previous life, right?" you mused aloud, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips as you opened the meal and began to savor it.

***

As you stepped into the elevator, the buzz of morning gossip greeted you, swirling around the confined space like a whirlwind of speculation and excitement. Your colleagues chattered animatedly, their voices rising and falling as they eagerly exchanged the latest news. You stood at the back, content to listen rather than participate, silently absorbing the juicy tidbits being shared.

One particular piece of gossip caught your attention, causing you to perk up with interest. The grandson of the President Company was set to become their director. The news rippled through the elevator, eliciting a mixture of surprise and curiosity from your coworkers.

You had never been particularly interested in the inner workings of the company's hierarchy or its familial ties, but you couldn't deny the significance of this development. The President Company, a prominent entity within the Choi Corps conglomerate, held considerable influence over the various companies under its umbrella, including the advertising agency where you worked.

The mention of Mrs. Park potentially being replaced by this new director sent a ripple of anticipation through the elevator. Mrs. Park, the current director of Choi Ads, was notorious for her strict demeanor and cutthroat management style. The prospect of her departure was met with a mix of relief and excitement, evident in the hushed whispers and knowing glances exchanged between your coworkers.

Should everyone throw a party then?

"You can't believe what happened yesterday!" Soonyoung exclaimed as he approached your table, his excitement palpable.

"I heard it in the elevator," you replied calmly, shooting him a look that silently urged him to lower his voice.

Soonyoung cleared his throat and glanced around before continuing, his voice now subdued. "Everyone was taken aback but relieved at the same time that Mrs. Park and Mr. Yang won't be here anymore."

Your brow furrowed at the unexpected news. Mrs. Park and Mr. Yang, both gone? It seemed the changes within the company ran deeper than you initially realized.

"Mr. Yang too?" you asked, seeking confirmation from Soonyoung, who nodded in response.

"Everyone is finally getting into their proper positions! Mrs. Kim definitely deserves the general manager position. And you, Ms. Assistant Manager, should be a team manager," Soonyoung continued, his enthusiasm undiminished as he recounted the events of the previous day.

Despite Soonyoung's animated explanation, your mind struggled to process the flurry of changes that had occurred in just one day. Replacements, promotions, announcements—what had you missed during your brief absence?

"I'm glad that I treated Seungcheol with all my heart, or should I start calling him Mr. Choi?" Soonyoung mused aloud.

You threw a glance to him, "what do you mean? Seungcheol? Mr. Choi? I'm not following, Soonyoung," you admitted, furrowing your brow in confusion.

Soonyoung's eyes widened in disbelief. "Girl! Assistant Manager Choi is the President's grandson. He was here to announce it. The formal announcement will be held next week, and I'm in charge of the event."

Your jaw dropped in shock, and you instinctively reached out to grasp Soonyoung's arm for support. "What?!" you exclaimed, barely able to contain your surprise. "You're kidding, right?" Your eyes widened, and your breath caught in your throat.

Soonyoung rolled his eyes, a wry smile playing at his lips. "Oh, babe, I wish. But I'm happy for him. I thought he was just some hardworking dude at work. Turns out he's the heir to this company," he explained, his tone a mix of astonishment and admiration.

As Soonyoung's words sank in, your mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. How could you have been dating Seungcheol for four years without knowing such a significant detail about his family background? The realization left you feeling stunned and incredulous, as if a veil had been lifted to reveal an entirely different side to the man you thought you knew so well.

Images of Seungcheol flashed through your mind—his warm smile, his unwavering support, his tireless dedication to his work. You had always admired his resilience and determination, but now, knowing that he was the grandson of the company president, it added a new layer of complexity to your relationship.

Questions flooded your mind, each one more pressing than the last. Why hadn't Seungcheol ever mentioned his family's connection to the company before? Did he deliberately keep it a secret, or was it simply an oversight on his part? And most importantly, what did this newfound revelation mean for your future together?

As you grappled with the shock of this unexpected discovery, a sense of uncertainty crept in, mingling with the lingering warmth of affection you felt for Seungcheol. Despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you, one thing was certain—you needed to have a conversation with him, to clear the air and uncover the truth behind his hidden identity as the grandson of the company president.

As you made your way through the office, your mind still reeling from the bombshell revelation about Seungcheol's true identity, you were taken aback when you almost collided with a familiar figure—Seungcheol himself. The shock of seeing him, coupled with the knowledge of his impending promotion to director, left you momentarily speechless.

The surprise etched on your face didn't go unnoticed by Seungcheol, who seemed poised to offer an explanation. But before he could utter a word, he was intercepted by a member of the company's secretarial staff, beckoning him away with an urgent summons.

For a moment, you stood frozen in place, torn between the impulse to confront Seungcheol and demand answers, and the realization that now was not the time nor the place for such a conversation. With a heavy heart, you watched silently as he walked away, the weight of the unspoken truth hanging heavily in the air between you.

As he disappeared from view, a whirlwind of emotions swept over you—confusion, disbelief, and a gnawing sense of betrayal mingling with the remnants of affection and longing. You couldn't shake the feeling that everything had changed in an instant, and yet, in many ways, nothing had changed at all. With a sigh, you pocketed your phone, the call to Seungcheol forgotten for now as you grappled with the complexities of your newfound reality.

***

As interns at the company, you and Seungcheol had embarked on your professional journey together. You were the only one accepted after a rigorous testing and trial period, while Seungcheol's presence in the internship program had come as a surprise to you. However, at the time, you were too focused on the competitive nature of the training system, which dictated that only one intern would be chosen every six months. It hadn't occurred to you to question Seungcheol's sudden appearance.

Seungcheol's reputation as a hardworking man preceded him, and it was evident in the way he threw himself into every task with determination and grit. While you didn't doubt your own work ethic, you couldn't help but acknowledge that you often relied on your natural talent to excel. Gifted in design, management, administration—there seemed to be no limit to your abilities, while Seungcheol had to work tirelessly to match your level of competence.

Despite your differences, the company saw fit to keep both of you on board. You found yourself assigned to the design team, while Seungcheol carved out a niche for himself in PR. Despite being the youngest members of your respective teams, you and Seungcheol soon found yourselves spending nearly every night in the office together, preparing for presentations, brainstorming ideas, and tackling whatever tasks the higher-ups threw your way.

In that year of late nights and shared struggles, you and Seungcheol had seen each other at your worst—unbathed, hair unkempt, with ketchup stains from French fries or coffee splattered across your shirts. But through it all, you found solace in the fact that you only had each other in this relentless corporate world.

A significant project had brought you together once more—a short film project to advertise a makeup product. As the clock struck 10 p.m. and the office remained deserted save for the two of you, Seungcheol was deeply engrossed in mind mapping ideas for the presentation in two days, while you found yourself daydreaming about your warm bed.

Seungcheol's voice cut through the quiet of the office as he watched you begin to tidy up your table. "You're going home?" he asked, disbelief coloring his tone.

You nodded, exhaustion creeping into your voice. "I need my seven hours of sleep to come up with a better idea," you explained, already feeling the pull of fatigue tugging at your eyelids.

But Seungcheol wasn't ready to give up just yet. "You haven't contributed anything, Y/n. Let's work a little longer until we find the perfect premise," he pleaded, his determination evident in the furrow of his brow.

A pang of guilt gnawed at you as you drew closer to him, trying to catch a glimpse of the ideas he had jotted down on his iPad. With a scoff, you remarked, "Is that all you can come up with?"

Seungcheol's glare pierced through you, his frustration palpable. "So you have a better idea? Go ahead, miss," he retorted, handing you the iPad with a challenge in his eyes.

You settled yourself into Seungcheol's armchair, dangerously close to him, as you pulled the iPad towards you, eager to share your ideas. As you wrote down keywords like "Lips Product," "Lips stain", "Backstreet," "Office romance," and "steamy," you glanced up at Seungcheol, seeking his reaction.

"What do you think about office romance?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity.

Seungcheol slowly shrugged, his gaze meeting yours. "Never experienced it before," he admitted, his tone neutral.

You sighed softly, mumbling to yourself, "Me either."

"Many people find office romance exciting and adrenaline-fueled. But why?" you continued, your words growing more animated as you delved into your idea. "Because they're often secret relationships, hidden behind work contracts and professional facades."

Seungcheol listened intently as you explained, his expression thoughtful. "And what's the closest thing a couple can do in the office?" you posed the question, your eyes alight with excitement. "Kiss. Yes. A kiss leaves a stain—a lingering mark of passion and desire."

As you continued to speak, Seungcheol found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on your words. His gaze lingered on your lips, drawn irresistibly to their sensual movements as they formed each syllable. The proximity between you felt electrifying, your perfume mingling with the scent of his cologne, creating a heady atmosphere of intimacy.

Despite his best efforts to focus on the conversation, Seungcheol's heart raced faster than usual, his senses overwhelmed by the closeness between you. He tried to shake off the sensation, willing himself to concentrate on your words, but the allure of your presence proved too strong to resist.

Suddenly, you stopped speaking, and Seungcheol realized with a start that your faces were only inches apart. Your whispered question sent a shiver down his spine, and he met your gaze with a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

"Seungcheol..." you breathed, the sound barely audible in the quiet of the office.

His brows raised in response, but his eyes remained locked on yours, unable to tear himself away from the magnetic pull of your gaze. "Hm?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you still want me to be here?" you asked softly, your words hanging in the air between you.

Seungcheol bit his lip nervously, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips and back again. "Do you want to be with me here?" he countered, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"I guess," you replied, your own voice barely audible as you closed the gap between you and Seungcheol, surrendering to the undeniable chemistry that crackled between you.

***

Seungcheol cautiously slipped into your studio apartment, his heart racing as he finally had the chance to face you after the whirlwind of work and avoidance. He knew he had to explain everything, but deadlines and commitments seemed to conspire against him. Now, on the eve of the announcement event, he couldn't delay any longer.

You weren't home when he arrived, so he took the opportunity to prepare a simple dinner, hoping to ease the tension that hung heavy in the air. As you walked in, the aroma of food greeted you, mingling with the unexpected presence of Seungcheol.

"Go change, I'll wait for you here," he uttered awkwardly, his hands fidgeting as he busied himself setting the table.

Minutes crawled by like reluctant snails as Seungcheol anxiously waited for your return. When you finally emerged, he straightened up, trying to compose himself as he watched you take your seat and begin to eat.

"Thanks for the meal," you said, your tone tinged with a hint of detachment that didn't escape his notice.

Seungcheol felt a pang of guilt gnaw at him as he realized the extent of the hurt he had caused you. He longed to reach out, to bridge the growing chasm between you, but the weight of his own mistakes anchored him to his seat. All he could do was watch, silently hoping for a chance at redemption.

"I can't do this," you uttered, setting down your utensils with a heavy clink, your hands reaching up to rub at your face in frustration.

Seungcheol's heart plummeted at your words, a cold dread creeping over him. Was this it? Were you about to end things between you? The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

"Can you— please don't show your face when I'm around," you pleaded, your head bowed, unable to meet his gaze.

Seungcheol felt like he'd been punched in the gut, the weight of your request crushing him with guilt and regret. He had hoped for a chance to explain, to make things right between you, but now it seemed like an impossible feat.

He sighed heavily, the weight of his mistakes bearing down on him like a leaden cloak. He knew he had let you down, had failed to prioritize your feelings over his own ambitions. The truth he had meant to share with you, about the sudden change in his circumstances and the responsibilities thrust upon him, now seemed like a feeble excuse in the face of your pain.

As he looked at you, your expression filled with hurt and disappointment, Seungcheol realized the depth of his folly. He had let his own ambitions blind him to the needs of the person he cared about most, and now he was paying the price. All he could do was nod silently, a silent acknowledgment of the chasm that now separated them, knowing that he had brought this upon himself.

"Are you—" Seungcheol began, his voice tentative, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced himself for your response. Was this the moment when everything would unravel between you?

Before he could finish his question, you let out a piercing scream, the suddenness of it jolting him to his core. Confusion etched across his features as he watched you dramatically cover your ears and sink to the floor.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his concern evident in his voice as he reached out to you, but you shook your head vehemently, your actions and words shrouded in incomprehensibility.

"No, don't talk to me!" you exclaimed, your voice muffled as you buried your face in your arms, your distress palpable.

Seungcheol knelt down in front of you, his brow furrowed with worry as he tried to make sense of your outburst. You muttered something indistinctly, your words lost in the folds of your arms. He leaned in closer, urging you to speak louder, desperate to understand.

"Don't talk to me, it's so embarrassing! I'm embarrassed!" you finally managed to articulate, your cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment.

Seungcheol's shock morphed into a mixture of surprise and amusement as he processed your words. He couldn't believe you were feeling embarrassed when, in reality, he was the one who should be hanging his head in shame.

"I feel so stupid right now. How could you—" you started, your voice trailing off as you hid your face once again, leaving Seungcheol hanging on your unfinished sentence.

A soft chuckle escaped Seungcheol's lips as he watched your adorable display of shyness. He couldn't help but find your reaction endearing, a welcome relief from the tension that had gripped the room moments ago.

"Hey, it's okay. What do you want to say, love?" he reassured you, pulling you gently into his embrace, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of your pout.

You met his gaze with a mixture of bashfulness and sincerity, your words tumbling out in a rush. "I'm feeling stupid right now because I've been treating you like shit when you technically own the company where I work!"

Seungcheol's laughter bubbled up from deep within him, the absurdity of the situation washing away the remnants of tension between you. He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes twinkling with fondness as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"You have nothing to feel stupid about, darling," he whispered, his voice warm with reassurance.

"And no, you're not. You never treat me like shit," he insisted, his smile softening the edges of his words.

But you shook your head, your embarrassment still lingering like a stubborn shadow. "You don't understand! I've been insisting on paying the bills every time we go on dates. I even casually offered to pay your rent. Oh my god!"

Seungcheol's laughter grew louder at the revelation, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's what you were worried about?" he exclaimed incredulously.

You let out a heavy sigh, the weight of your embarrassment pressing down on you like a leaden blanket. "This whole week, I've been thinking about how many times I've hurt you by paying for your groceries and dinner. Your masculinity isn't hurt, right?"

Seungcheol's hands were gentle as they cupped your cheeks, his touch a comforting reassurance amidst your swirling emotions. "Thanks for everything, my love. Now your boyfriend will be the owner of the company you're working for. Let him treat you like a princess," he said tenderly, his voice laced with sincerity and affection.

You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his love enveloping you like a protective cocoon. "I love the sound of it," you whispered, your heart swelling with gratitude for his understanding and support.

Seungcheol held you close, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. "Let's finish your dinner, and I'll get you your favorite dessert from that expensive bakery you showed me last time," he suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of spoiling you.

You smiled up at him, feeling a rush of love and contentment wash over you. With Seungcheol by your side, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would always have each other to lean on. And in that moment, surrounded by his love, everything felt right in the world.

[hai7ani]

talk 2 me / haitani rindou

You think Rindou is the most charming he can be like this ー fresh out of a nap, hair all messy and wearing his old basketball jersey from high school as he shoves your cooking down his throat. There's sleep marks all across both his arms, a tiger balm plaster stuck on his left shoulder that he'd rummaged through cabinets and asked for you to help him stick it on, the evening sun kissing all over his back, painting his soft tanned skin pretty gold and honey.

And you? You're sprawled across the couch watching him, TV show long forgotten and the remote control in your hands as you fiddle mindlessly with the buttons. You think you really want to press a kiss to his toned bicep ー maybe nibble on it a little, watch him hiss in faux pain as if he isn't already used to the gentle sting of your teeth poking into his flesh, your teethmarks indented and some saliva smeared across his skin.

But here's the thing ー Rindou is mad at you (you think your baby is still mad at you). He isn't facing you while he eats ー well, technically he is facing you, just sideways, kinda. You know he knows that you're looking at him ー watching him like a hawk, taking in his every move as he feeds himself spoon after spoon of the leftover bowl of rice you couldn't finish, and hearts in your eyes despite the little argument shared earlier in noon.

"Honey," you start, voice all soft and sweet when calling him such a lovely endearment, and Rindou visibly softens at your coo. His shoulders aren't as tense anymore and he not-so-discreetly starts lowering down the volume of the movie playing from his laptop.

You heart flutters a little at his gesture despite knowing that he is still mad at you. "'M sleepy. Gonna go nap a bit." You wait for him to process it, and with that, you retreat into his room with his cat following behind in little meows.

He blinks a bit when he hears his bedroom door closing and puts down the spoon with a sigh. Ran emerges from the balcony with a scoff after having to witness all that went down.

"Are you still not going to say sorry?"

Rindou doesn't think he's felt this guilty before.

/

You awake from your nap to soft kisses littered all over your face and a familiar weight pressed on top of yourself.

With one eye open you see your honey lying atop of you, beefy arms wrapped around your torso, your waist, and he's chosen to bury his head into your neck now. His cat rests just a little beside both your legs, purring loud as ever, but she is awake and she is watching the both of you as Rindou clings and buries himself into your warmth while you rub and massage his shoulder for relief.

"You know, I dreamt of you taking me to the beach." You murmur, hints of sleep still evident in your voice. You feel his lips stretch into what seems like a smile against your skin. "You were only asleep for 10 minutes."

"A lot can happen in 10 minutes, baby... My dream, for one."

He scoffs playfully against you and neither of you speak anymore afterwards ー just busy enjoying each other's warmth and basking in the sun until it slowly lowers itself and hides behind the many skyscrapers of Tokyo.

It's quiet until it's not.

"Are you still mad at me?"

You poke and tickle your nose against his cheek, prompting him for a response. You wish for him to say that he isn't. You don't like it when he is mad at you ー you never do. You hate it, actually. And you hate it even more when you fight knowing it's no one's fault and you hate it too when you do not know how to communicate to him despite knowing what it is that you actually, really want. (He doesn't really, either, but you're both trying for each other, and it is all that matters.)

"No, I'm not." You melt into his arms as you let him manoeuvre you both on the bed until you are facing each other. Rindou still has his hands wrapped around you, so you move one of your own to rest on his arm, thumb rubbing soft circles onto his pec as you listen to him speak.

"'M sorry for earlier. Didn't mean to raise my voice. Was just frustrated 'n everything. You never really tell me what you want." He apologises in broken up sentences and your heart melts a little upon spotting the cute pout on his lips as he nuzzles closes to you.

"I mean, I just want you to tell me what's up, what's going on, you know? I won't... I won't react differently. 'S just me, babe. Tell me things. I don't want you to keep it all inside." Rindou confesses.

A warm, calloused palm covers itself on your hip. One of your own covers his cheek.

"I know. I'm sorry for earlier too." A thumb swipes across his brow, then his eyelid. "I don't really know how to tell you things, but I am trying. I know you won't judge, but it's hard to open up."

"...Then we'll try, together. Jus' don't wanna see you sad. Don't like it when we fight either."

You know Rindou hates it when he does things that upsets you. Like the one time he'd gone out and fought with the douchebags who'd messed with you despite telling him not to, and he'd ended up coming home to you with one black eye and a busted lip only to see you in tears because you don't like seeing him all beat up. That was ages ago, when he was still young and had nothing much to lose except for you. Or the other time when Rindou had accidentally neglected your feelings at the start of your relationship because his simple mind couldn't yet differentiate between time spent with you and time spent together with you.

But those were the past. Right now, he's looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky ー like you'd crafted the Earth and created the Sun.

"Promise me you'll tell me things, yeah? Make it my problem too. We'll settle it together." He grabs your hand on his cheek ー kisses the tips of your fingers, then your palm.

"Okay."

And you both watch as a certain furry creature squeezes its way past both your bodies ー little movements accompanied by soft meows, until it eventually finds a comfortable spot between you and your lover and confidently topples down right where you face each other.

"We'll go to the beach tomorrow." Rindou grumbles in annoyance after being fed a mouthful of cat fur, honeyed voice a little muffled as he tries his best to shift her into his arm, "...with this light bulb here."

You laugh into his chest. "Okay, honey."

i feel like most of my stuff are pretty repetitive but i am such a sucker for gentle, mundane romance 😕😕

[writingoddess1125]

N$FW Alphabet:

Buggy Edition!

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

It's pretty piss poor, He will glad a big ass towel and sort of pat you clean. Unsure how to be properly affectionate and is actually awkward as hell.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He likes his hair he finds it the only part of his body that is conventionally attractive. He takes very good care of his hair because of this.

For his S/O he is a breast man- Titties are a good day for anyone and he loves them. Big, small, flat or perky. He loves them

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

On your face- It will always be his place of choice. He just loves the messy look on you and often you panting, red faced. The cum just adds to your beauty.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He wants you to ride his face- he's just too self conscious to admit it. He wants you to use his face like a seat.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He's experienced with paid sex- (Gotta pay for a ship somehow) But otherwise no. He has no Charaisma so nah-

F= Favorite position

Doggy- Likes to pull your hair and completely wreck you from behind. Watch your body bounce from his wrath.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Surprisingly he isn't thay Goofy. During sex he is quite focused and serious- But afterwards often in the afterglow were he is just feeling good does he will giggle and be really cute.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Surprisingly well groomed. Finds that his blue curls can be very irritating to deal with if he slacks it will turn into a mess. So he keeps a takes well care for set of blue curls that are as lovely as the hair on his head.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Surprisingly while he likes rough sex and rough play he uses romantic elements- these rough bites, bruises are his way of being romantic

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

A ton- He will sometimes just sit on his throne and rub one out. However now that he has a S/O he will just have sex with you more now.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

He has several-

He loves claiming his S/O with acts of BDSM. Also loves bites, has a massive bite Kink and dominate Kink.

- secret sub kink but thats down the line-

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Anywhere- But loves his throne the most. Will fully fuck his S/O on his throne for all to see.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Nice cleavage of any type

But the biggest turn on for him is acts of care. If you're genuinely nice to him he will be turned on the most.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Degradation, he hates it... Biggest way to turn him off and get him mad.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

On he loves receiving but wants to give, he desperately wants to be a giver but feels self conscious.

After a while will bring it up and will suddently be the biggest giver ever.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Relatively he has a fast pace but can last a while. Maybe it's the years of hopelessly beating his meat but he he can last a while.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

His favorite form of sex! He loves Quickies all throughout the ship.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

They are hesitant. So 50/50 on new things

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Around 15 minute rounds for the most part, But

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He is a Toy! He is a living sex toy. Any and everything can be detached and that's a fun toy for you! If you add

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Buggy is sometimes a tease- Usually in public he will tease. Either by having his hands on very sensitive goods or straight up using his detached dick to be rested inside of them in a form of cockm

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Surprise Surprise Buggy is quite loud and vocal- He loves to give out praise and loud moans. He wants everyone to hear him!

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Buggy will sometimes bottom for his S/O while not often he will defienly will let his softer whine come out. Letting out whimpers and sweet moans of bliss.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Buggy is surprisingly well endowed. A solid 9inches and very girthy. Neatly trimmed blue pubes and a creamy tan color with hints of pink.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He has very high sex drive. May it be that he was deprived for physical affection for so long that now he has a incredibly high sex drive.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Buggy is farily last falling asleep afterwards. Cuddling against you and acts awkwardly. May try to give some awkward jokes.

[blakeswritingimagines]

When You Fall Asleep On Their Shoulder

Thomas:

Finds it ridiculous that you even fell asleep on him but doesn't move while you continue to rest against him and if asked he'll simply say he was already busy and that it wasn't for you.

He's noticed that you start out with a little lean, your head resting on his shoulder. Soon that turns into a full-on nap. He finds it endearing and makes him feel like an old softy. He'll give you a little kiss on the forehead. He'll sit around thinking to himself, "Maybe there's more to life than violence" and that he could get used to this.

Doesn't let anyone wake you up and quietly threatens anyone who dares to make too much noise when your resting on him, will act like nothing happened when you wake up nor does he say anything as he sits down next to you the next time he sees how tired you are.

Arthur:

If you fell asleep on his shoulder, he would feel touched and humbled. It would remind him of the great trust you have in him, and he would be incredibly moved by the vulnerability and intimacy of the moment and would be careful not to disturb your sleep.

He feels like he can't describe it in detail because it's such an amazing feeling. If you're relaxed enough to fall asleep on his shoulder, that says that you feel safe with him and that's the best feeling in the world.

Will try to keep noises to a low volume but simply can't help it especially when someone starts messing with him which will cause him to get loud but will try to help you fall back to sleep if your still tired.

John:

He thinks you are nothing short of adorable but that does not save you from him messing with you as you fall asleep on his shoulder.

He'll poke at you, try to move you, make jokes to you even as you sleep, and makes fun of it when you are awake.

It is a moment of intense intimacy, a moment of deep connection which he values. It’s like you're showing him this softer side of yourself which he's only been honored to see a handful of times.

Ada:

She'll smile to herself once she realizes this and gives you a kiss on your head as she sits still so you stay comfortable.

Loves that you found comfort in her to do this and feels a protective need come over her.

Checks up on you afterward to make sure your doing okay and getting enough rest while making sure you don't feel too embarrassed.

Finn:

He would be smiling to himself, leaning his head closer to yours. And then try to sleep with you, but he would be in his head not able to fall asleep. He would kiss your forehead and pull you closer.

He loves it. There’s no better feeling in his world. He hopes you are comfortable and will lay his jacket over you. Thinking about how peaceful you look. So content. In love. All around him.

This has never happened before and he can't help but find it very cute and endearing, and he would be very comforted. He would feel so grateful for the trust that such an act would demonstrate, and he would be very inclined to protect and support his partner’s well-being.

Polly:

She would let you sleep. She would try to keep everything quiet so that you wouldn't wake up from those noises. This love would mean the world to her, and she wants to make sure you have the best sleep possible even if she does tease you a little after you wake up.

It's very sweet. It's like a sign of trust. It doesn't happen a lot, so, when it does she knows that you really trust her. She feels like she needs to protect you, and will force everyone to quiet down especially if they want her attention.

She will let you sleep as long as you need. She will make sure no one wakes you up, she will stay by your side and hold you closely. She will protect you from anything or anyone that tries to do you any harm. You are her world.

Micheal:

He would be thrilled. This would be a sign of great trust, and, as someone who craves intimacy with the people he loves, this would give him a great sense of contentment and safety.

He can get annoyed because it’s an inconvenience if he's busy or meant to go do something. First of all, this shouldn’t be happening because if you were tired you could've gone home. Secondly, now he has a dead weight on his shoulder and he can’t move but will try to gently move you so you can keep resting but would make anyone regret waking you up.

He would let you sleep peacefully. You both would have plenty of time to speak once you wake up. He would try to keep others quiet, but he would not be upset if they were not perfectly silent. His partner is sleeping and deserves to rest without being disturbed.

Isiah:

You’ll never believe this but it makes him happy. That you feel safe with him and comfortable enough to just drift off. It’s nice, and it means you need him in your life. He's never felt anything like it before in his life. It feels right to him.

He's feeling pretty lucky to have you and he thinks you're an absolute sweetheart. He knows that sounds cliche, but it's true. He does love it when you fall asleep on his shoulder because it's a sign that you feel safe and content with him. It's something he cherishes and values. And he also just finds it really, really cute.

He'll give you a hard time and tease you but does also flirts with you to show he enjoyed having you close for however long you slept for.

Bonnie:

Can't help but enjoy this tender moment with you and how innocent it all is or how warm he gets from getting to hold you while you rest, can't help it as his thoughts start to wander about what life with be like with you and does bring it up to you once you wake.

It’s like a little victory for him when you fall asleep on his shoulder. It’s the biggest compliment for him because then he knows he's been doing something right. He loves you so much and it always brings a big stupid smile to his face when you do this.

Adores this with you and thinks you are so cute when you do that. He loves the feeling and tries his best not to move so you won't wake up. He can stay in that position for hours, just looking at your beauty while you are sleeping and knowing that you feel safe with him. This might be his favorite moment in life.

Alfie:

Thought it was adorable. You were tucked into his shoulder all snug and he knew at that moment that you and him were gonna be all right.

He's an absolute sucker for the quiet, close intimacy - when you're sleeping on his shoulder he feels like he could be in this moment for an eternity.

Another absolute menace on the list, he'll be teasing and messing with you by blowing in your ear, tickling you, poking at you, giving you kisses. You're vulnerable and he's in control, the possibilities are endless.

[peachsukii]

Bakugo surprises and comforts you while you're grieving. 『 ♡ - k.bakugo x fem!reader 』 tw/cw: depression, grief, brief talks of death ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — This was completely self indulgent as I was reminiscing on an old relative who passed when I was younger. -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist 

It had been awhile since you’ve been back to the cemetery. The sky was gloomy, threats of rain hanging in the air as you stood before the grave.

Isn’t it crazy how fast a decade flies by?

You used to visit monthly when you were at UA High, but now that you’ve been out of school for two years, it’s been hard to visit more than a handful of times a year. Normally Izuku would come with you as company and you’d both go get crepes afterward as a pick me up, but his patrol duty as the number eight hero came first. It wasn’t able to be helped, your schedules just never aligned anymore to do the things you used to as best friends. You miss him, but understand he’s got a job to do - just like yourself.

You never really talked much about your relative’s passing and how much it affected you throughout your life. You were too young to understand death back then - the only memory of the funeral in your mind was holding your mom’s hand during the burial. It was raining that day, and coincidentally enough, has rained every time you visit.

Thunder rumbles aggressively through the atmosphere as you’re sitting on the cool cobblestone pathway. That’s your queue to head home before the potential downpour, but today? You don’t budge. Something keeps you here for a bit longer. You close your eyes, taking time to reflect as you hold your hand to the ground. A few drops of rain begin to splash against your cheeks and sprinkle onto your pinned up hair.

A moment or two later, you hear thudding footsteps heading in your direction. It catches your attention and forces you to break your mediative trance.

“Kat?” You ask quietly, confused as you see Katsuki walking toward you. He’s got an umbrella in one hand and a few roses in the other.

“You’re gonna catch a damn cold if you stay here in the storm,” he says as he approaches you. He notices your perplexed reaction, assuming you’re surprised to see him here.

“Izuku called me earlier and mentioned he couldn’t make it. I didn’t want ya to be alone.”

Katsuki places the roses on the gravestone, turning to you and offering a hand to help you up. You take his hand, rising to your feet as he shifts beside you, holding the umbrella to shield you both from the oncoming storm.

“That’s sweet of you. I can pay you back for the flowers -”

“Fuck no, they’re a gift, idiot.”

“Thanks, Katsuki. I appreciate it more than you know.” You smile at him, masking the hurt in your eyes. You didn’t want him to see you upset.

“Don’t mention it. Whenever you’re ready, no rush.”

You know he hates the rain with a passion and he’s never come here with you before. He knew about it, but never pushed you to talk about it with him. The fact he’s standing here with you, in the rain? That spoke volumes.

Katsuki grabs your hand gently, startling you at the sudden touch. His fingers interlace with yours gracefully, palm warming the rest of your chilled hand. It fills you with a sense of comfort that he seemed to know, every time, how to provide for you. No words, just a silent understanding.

The rain begins to pick up into a steady shower as your shoulders deflate, a sigh escaping you.

“Alright, we can go. I don’t wanna keep you out in the rain.”

Katsuki nods, removing his hand from yours and slinging his arm around your shoulder. He tugs you closer to make sure you’re fully covered by the umbrella.

“Which crepe place do y’wanna go to?” He asks, tilting his head in your direction as you two start walking back to the cemetery entrance.

You laugh. “You’re out in the rain and willing to stomach a sugar-packed snack? You must be sick.”

He rolls his eyes and bumps you playfully with his hip. “Makin’ an exception today. Whatever y’want. And don’t even bother fightin’ me over it, I’ll take the money right outta your hand before you can pay.”

“Okay, okay. But you gotta get the same thing I do!” You wink, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Hell no! You always get the sickly sweet shit.”

The two of you walk together to the nearest cafe, in the middle of a downpour, to share some crepes and coffee on this dreary day. You don’t end up leaving for quite some time, catching up over things you’d both missed with one another. It’s like no time had passed at all as you talked for hours.

Katsuki always knew how to make you feel better, he had his own ways to keep your spirits up. Whether it be holding your hand for support or buying you 3 crepes until you’re complaining about feeling sick, he’d do anything to see your smile.

[papaziggy-devblog]

I'll take one for the team

Malik not safe for work alphabet

Of course .w.

Its under the cut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Man is kissing and cuddling all over you, insists you sleep with your head on his chest

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Loves Loves LOVES your tummy, no matter what size, will want to use it as a pillow

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) First 3 rows are a splash zone :) High volume, but bit longer of a refractory period

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Calling him 'daddy' gets him BAD but he'll never admit it, he'll take that secret to the grave

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Not super experienced, but knows what he's doing

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Full Nelson :)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Man can get very goofy if the mood calls for it

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He's trimmed .3.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Again, depends on the mood... But he loves when things get romantic and passionate... will whisper sweet nothings and words of affirmation to you the whole time

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Tries not to too much when he's in a relationship, when not in one it's at least twice a day

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Light Bondage, Breeding, Domming, Overstimulation, Begging, Cuddlefucking

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Loves doing it in private places but when others are nearby... Having to cover your mouth to keep your volume down gets him off big time

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Physical touch and sexting/being send naughty photos... Get him riled up when you're not actually there with him and he's immediately pouncing you the second he sees you

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

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Loves receiving and is good at giving, plus his tongue is pierced sooooooo....

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Loves both! Something about absolutely pounding you into the bed fires him up like crazy tho

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Not a huge fan, but not against em

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He's up for experimenting and like medium risk

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) High stamina but needs decent sized rests between orgasms, can go maybe 3-4 rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He's have a few but if you ever find them he's going to be super embarrassed and claim he got them as a joke

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) LOVES when he gets to make you beg, will tease you relentlessly

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Makes grunts and groans, very vocal

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) 90% dom... Very hard to get him to sub and even then it'll only be to make you happy

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 8.5 inches

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Decently high, very easy to make horny

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Once you're both finished he's out light a light... probably while holding you

[acc--deactivated]

𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡

"shit dude, you fucked her stupid"

featuring: shigaraki tomura, dabi

cw: threesome, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), praise, crying (but the good kind), hair pulling, afab reader

wordcount: 2822

18+ content - MDNI

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You whine at the feeling of his hips slamming against yours over and over again, tears already streaming down your face because it's so impossible to take.

Your lower arms almost slip as they rest on the mattress, you have to clutch the linen between your fingers to keep yourself up and steady while your body trembles and shivers beneath each heavy thrust.

Feeling Tomura's lips hover over your shoulder and his heavy breath hit your skin makes you shiver and tremble, forces you to arch your back and push your behind back, more into him.

He groans at the feeling, you feel the hard grip on your hips tighten.

„Fuck, yes, just like that baby“ he growls and his words send a new shiver down your spine.

You want to answer something, but you can't. All air is knocked out of you each time his tip hits your cervix.

The only thing you are able to focus on to at least keep a little bit of your sanity are the blue eyes in front of you.

„You're such a pretty thing, aren't you?“

A grin is plastered on Dabi's lips as he holds your face between his fingers, playfully turning your head left and right, all the while forcing you to look at him.

He kneels in front of you, lazily strokes his cock while he looks at your face, the tears in your eyes and your fucked out expression.

His thumb runs over your cheek, catches a tear and sweat staining your skin, before he rises his hand and gives your cheek a few playful slaps, just to grab your chin back in an iron hold right afterwards.

„You like this, huh? Isn't it good how we treat you?“

You want to answer, want to let all thoughts spill from your tongue, all the confessions of love, all desires you have.

But before you are able to collect enough air in your throat, Tomura's fingers are in your hair, harshly pull your head back and it almost makes you choke on your own spit.

The way he thrusts into you, makes your hips stutter with each hard move has your eyes rolling back and his voice is only a blur through the veil of arousal all around and inside you.

„What do we say when someone makes us feel good?“ he asks with a dark voice, a tone that leaves no choice but to answer.

You would love to look at him, at his eyes, but you don't want to change the position because he hits your G-spot so, so good, rubs your inner walls as if his cock was made for you.

„Tha-thank you. Thank you, Tomura“ you sob, trembling and barely able to keep your body in its current tensed position.

„Hmm yes, look at you being grateful“ he responds, you hear how he emphasizes the last word by raising his volume, before he pushes your head back forward and picks up the pace of his thrusts, has to keep his iron hold on your hips to stop your body from flinching away from his rough pace.

In the meantime, Dabi reaches forward and pushes his hand against your chest, forces a high whine from your throat as he massages the sensitive flesh.

You watch him through tear-stained eyes, see how he licks through the corner of his mouth while you feel his fingers trail from your chest over your neck and to your jaw, until his thumb suddenly rests on your lower lip.

From the lower corner of your eyes, you see how he strokes his dick with the other hand again and a louder whine mixes with your heavy breathing, caused by Tomura's merciless thrusts.

„You're so happy right now, aren't you? So happy to have us take care of you.“

You quickly nod at him, whining and parting your lips to let his thumb slide into your mouth, another moan coming from your throat as you arch your back, feel how Tomura's movements cause an almost painful pressure on your G-spot.

Dabi's grin grows upon the whine leaving you, his thumb lightly starts to thrust into your mouth.

„Hmm, fuck yes“ he says, more a mumble than anything else because he's so captivated by the way your lips wrap around his finger.

He can't look away from your eyes, the way they beg him for more.

And he is so happy to give you more, moves his body a little further forward and grins at the way you look down to his cock, the trembling whine you let out.

“Want to suck my cock that bad?”

The way you look up at him with wide, begging eyes makes his breath hitch and his heart skip a beat.

If he isn't careful, he'll end up falling for you if you keep on looking at him like that.

Licking through the corner of his mouth, he watches how you nod eagerly, before he gently taps his tip against your lower lip.

“There you go sweetheart, all for you.”

His deep voice prickles warm and soothing beneath your skin and with a soft whine, you lean your head forward, wrap your lips around him as you close your eyes.

The soft, warm feeling of your mouth makes him hiss and inhale sharply to somehow bear the sensation. He runs his fingers through your hair to keep it out of your face, before he grabs a fistful of it and starts to move your head in the pace he wants, quickly hears the helpless choking sounds when he hits the back of your throat.

“Shiiiit, just like that, baby, just like that.”

Tears bubble up in your eyes, your mind constantly switches between the concentration of breathing through your nose and the sensation of harsh thrusts against your insides.

It feels like heaven.

“Good fucking girl.”

Dabi's growl only fuels your arousal, causes a knot to form in your lower body, tension growing in your thighs.

Your veins burn with electricity, pulsate in the most sensitive spots of your body while you feel your orgasm build up, your breath hitching and interrupted by your sobs.

Whining and moaning around Dabi's cock, you feel how he suddenly pushes your head further, completely takes your breath away as he slips down your throat. It makes you choke, makes your tears flow harder as he keeps you in place, hissing and groaning out a drained “Fuuuck” above you.

You raise one hand to his thigh, slightly dig your nails into the healthy flesh on his upper leg, try to make him pull back, try to make him stop before you'll either choke or throw up due to the pressure in your throat.

When he eventually pulls back, out of your mouth, you harshly gasp for air, saliva and precum dripping from your lips and running down your chin while you look up at him through your blurry, tear-stained gaze, still whining and whimpering.

The raven haired still looks down at you, unable to pull his gaze away from your tears and your fucked out expression.

“Dabi...” you sob out, whimper again when he gently grabs your stained chin, runs his thumb over your dripping lower lip.

Your breath once more trembles beneath the constant massage of your inner walls and you bite your lower lip for a short moment, look deeply into Dabi's blue eyes, find a comfort in them you shouldn't experience.

Why are you doing this anyway? You shouldn't trust either of them.

This is wrong on so many levels and you know it, but ironically, you never felt safer before in your life. The gazes of admiration they both give you ensures you that they'd never hurt you, that they'd protect you from anything and anyone, would do anything to make you feel good.

In an instinct of arousal and hunger, you wrap your fingers around Dabi' cock, hear him moan as you start to move your hand in slow strokes, eyes always connected with his.

“Dabi-” you start again, see him grin at your trembling state.

“What's wrong, baby?”

His voice is like warm wax running down your spine, warms your already heated body even more.

“Wanna come, wanna come so bad. Can I? Can I please come?”

He licks his lower lip, suppresses a deep groan upon hearing your pleading voice. He still holds your chin and observes how you pump his cock, could watch you all day doing it.

When he leans down towards you and places his lips next to your ear, your thighs tremble in ecstasy and arousal.

You are so close that it almost hurts, you only need to let the tension in your lower body go.

Closing your eyes, you wait for his allowance, for him to give you the words you want to hear so badly. But his deep voice rasps something else next to your ear.

“I'm not the one to decide that.”

You open your eyes to look at him with a painful expression, new tears spill from them and a sobbing moan is pushed out of your throat by another harsh thrust from behind you.

When Dabi slightly pushes your chin to the side, you turn your head, look over your shoulder to find the image of Tomura's tensed body.

The muscles in his arms flex as he holds your hip steady with one hand, while the other one rests next to your body on the mattress, his eyes directed to his own cock sliding into you again and again.

A whimpered version of his name makes his concentration switch back to you, his red eyes full of lust as they rest on you.

You feel yourself melt beneath his gaze and the urge to hold onto him surges through you, makes you push up your body a little.

“Am I a good little slut for you?”

Your voice is a trembling mess, everything about your appearance is begging for release, for his mercy.

You see the grin spread on his chapped lips, feel his gloved, scarred hand slide over your spine before his fingers grab into your hair, pull you back and make you arch your back with a loud whine.

“Fuck, yes you are. Such a sweet little cunt to take my cock. You want to come, baby? Wanna come on my cock?”

Another whine leaks your throat, the excitement his words spark in you prickle in your veins.

“Yes, yes please. You make me feel so good, Tomura.”

You speak so quickly and desperately that it only makes his grin widen.

You feel the heat of his chest against your shoulder blades as he leans forward and pulls your head back further, his mouth resting on the back of your neck.

“Hmm, you've been such a good girl” he husks against your skin, before his fingers slip out of your hair and slide towards the front of your neck to grab it.

When he slows his thrusts for a moment, you hold your breath, silently beg him not to stop or to tease you, to finally give you the release you need so badly.

A singular hard, deep thrust knocks all the air out of your lungs, makes you whine so loudly that it rings in your own ears.

“Whose little cunt are you, hm?”

You shiver beneath another hard thrust, sobs leave your throat and tears stream down your face because you have no idea how longer you can take this, how long it will take until you break apart.

“Yours, I'm yours, you can do whatever you want with me” you babble out, almost choke on your words and eventually hear a satisfied growl from him.

“That's right. Don't forget it baby.”

He grants you a single soft kiss against your cheek, before he lets go of your neck and makes you drop back forward, before his hips snap into yours as harsh and fast as before, make you let out a little scream of surprise and overstimulation.

Your mind is spinning so fast that you're not able to focus, both your hands rest on the mattress and your fingers dig into the linen, your entire being is overwhelmed by his thrusts and the way he suddenly reaches around your body with one hand.

A sobbed moan leaves your throat when he starts massaging your clit, the trembling inside of you gets harder and harder, the tension in your thighs and lower body grows and grows to a point you are sure borders to insanity.

When your orgasm finally crashes into you, you aren't even able to scream or to moan, a mixture of crying and whining leaks your throat as you arch your back, feel the world flicker around you and fireworks flash through your insides.

You feel how Tomura pauses his thrusts, how his hand soothingly caresses your lower back while Dabi gently runs his fingers through your hair.

Through the haze of your orgasm, through the trembling, flickering and shivering, you feel two hands on your hips and a shivering breath escapes you, since that touch alone is too much on your overstimulated skin.

Tomura gently turns you on your back, you see the almost soft expression on his face as he observes your trembling and twitching body, the heat in his cheeks when you try to focus your vision.

Two other hands carefully grab you beneath the arms, pull your body up until you feel yourself lean against Dabi, one of his arms wrapped around you while the other keeps on stroking your hair.

You're still trembling, one of your hand tries to somehow return Dabi's embrace and ends up in his hair, while you try to somehow regain the ability to speak, to somehow become able to communicate in more than just pathetic whimpers and sobs.

Upon hearing a deep chuckle from above you, you feel how Dabi places one of his hands on your cheek, wipes the tears that still keep on flowing.

“Shit dude, you fucked her stupid.”

Looking up, you see the grin on Tomura's face, feel how his broad palm rests on the inside of your thigh, gently caresses your heated and shivering skin.

“Ah, don't worry, she can take a lot more than that” he says as he leans in closer, makes your breath hitch before his lips find yours, give you a deep, almost soft kiss.

The gesture soothes you a little, makes you sigh as you slowly meander back to your body.

You can't help but whimper a little when he pulls back, his red eyes once more taking you in.

“Can't you, sweetie?”

The way he looks at you makes you melt, you have never seen such a soft expression on him.

And with a feeling balancing between adoration and arousal, you nod, lean in once more towards him.

“More” you let out with a low whimper. “Want more of you.”

While Tomura's grin widens, you hear Dabi chuckle right next to you, his teeth nipping on the shell of your ear.

“Shit, doll, you really are something else.”

Before you're able to move your body on your own, his hands are beneath your arms again, move you like you don't weigh more than a feather, turn you around and make you drop backwards into Tomura's arms, while he positions himself between your legs.

Slowly, he slides the tip of his cock over your dripping entrance a few times, his blue eyes looking deeply into yours as you shiver in the shadow he throws over you.

“You good to go, baby?”

Pressing your lips together to keep a whine inside your throat, you look at him and nod, feel safe and warm with Tomura's arms around you.

With a grin everlasting on his lips, Dabi pushes into you, makes you moan and arch your back beneath every inch of him filling you.

Leaning your head back against Tomura's shoulder, you feel the soft kiss he presses against your temple, while both of his hands trail down your ribcage, over your stomach and up to your chest, grabbing both of your breasts between his fingers, making you whine and lean your head further against his.

“Look at you sweetheart, being so good for us.”

You close your eyes, let yourself fall completely into them, melt beneath their hands and soft growls of praise.

It's such a weird controversy that you feel safest with two of the most dangerous villains of your country. But at the same time, it makes a soft warmth spread through you to be desired and wanted by both of them, fully aware that they wouldn't hesitate to kill for you.

[ccscocoapuffs]

Billy Hargrove NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Billy likes to smoke a cigarette afterwards and pull you into his side. He likes for you to lay your head on his chest. He just enjoys feeling you there.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Billy likes his arms and chest. He likes to show of his strength and his muscle of course. He likes your hips. He likes the way his hands fit on them and how he can move your waist by just a sway.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Billy likes to cum inside. It makes him feel so fucking dom and he adores it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He wants to have a threesome with you and Steve Harrington.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Billy is very experienced. He knows exactly what he is doing and how to do it well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Billy likes doggystyle. He likes to be able to pull your hair while he fucks you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Billy is serious. He's not really ever goofy while you have sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Billy has a little bit of hair. However, that hair is thick. He tries to keep it slightly trimmed though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Billy has a hard time with intimacy. He tries though, he'll light some candles for you and try to be gentler however you'd have to be together for a long time for him to trust you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Billy Masturbates a lot. He tends to be frustrated and a good orgasm just helps sometimes, you know?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Choking Dacryphilia Daddy KInk Spanking Body Worship

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) HIs room is a favorite of his however, his car is the ultimate favorite for him. He loves fucking you in the back seat.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You. The fact you love him and want to be with him. The fact he feels loved and worthy is enough to turn him on in your relationship..

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He won't hit you. He's really into to spanking but he won't hit you anywhere else in a way that could hurt you.

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

He eats pussy like it's his last meal. He adores eating pussy it's his favorite thing in the world. He could honestly eat pussy for the rest of his life.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Billy likes fast. He loves rough and fast sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Billy prefers to have the whole experience with you to a quickie. He is down for a quickie though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He likes to do kinky risks. He likes to try new things. As for in public kind of risks he's on the fence.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Billy can go for about 5 rounds. He likes to give a lot of energy to fucking you and he definitely shows off his high stamina.

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

Billy owns small toys that are easy to hide in his room. He owns a small vibrator and some handcuffs that he keeps under the bed. He would never admit it but he has used the vibrator on himself a few times. He loves using toys on you though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Billy is a really big tease and he likes to show it. He will tease you anywhere. He wants people to know you're his.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Billy can be loud. Mostly from grunts and cussing but he does let out some pretty loud moans on occasion.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) He adores hickeys.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Billy is a big boy. He's about 8 inches and has some small veins running along it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Billy has a very high sex drive. He likes to have sex multiple times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Billy likes to hold you while you two fall asleep together. He usually is asleep 30 minutes after you guys finish.

[astroels]

Ellie's love language

headcannons

A/n: These are just little thoughts, since Ellie seems to consume the entirety of my mind nowadays :))

Physical Touch

While watching any movie, Ellie will always make sure to be touching you. It'll come in forms of playing with your hair, grazing her hands or fingers against your skin endlessly, which leaves a nice tingly feeling of your lover's presence, and kisses every so often. You're right there, but she'll hold you like it's the first time, always appreciating you, making sure you know with her touches.

When you're sleeping, it'll usually begin with cuddling of some sort, with her always moving towards you if you move. Not holding you while sleeping makes her feel nervous, as she's scared to lose you. If she feels like you'll wake up from her movements, she'll make do with the slightest touch of draping her arm on you or entangling her legs with yours.

Even if she's not too touchy in public, she'll always hold your hands while walking through crowds or at diners. Knowing you're right there, and she's right there, comforts both of your anxietys about being around many people.

Ellie would be so impatient if you're right there, and she knew she shouldn't be too clingy. The temptation always gives in while you cook, she'd grab you from behind, whispering sweet nothings and leaving you kisses. This applies to any chores you do around the house, leaving you with just giggles and forms of reassurance to give back.

Whenever she knows you've had a hard day, she'd offer massages or soothing movements, knowing it helps you and brings her the joy of touching you. She likes the fact you'll be relaxed due to her own pleasure.

Quality time

If you decide to shower alone, you know you'll be greeted with Ellie sitting on the toilet seat telling you all about her day. She cannot stand to be apart from you, so this is obviously the best option for her. She'd go on about people at her work, the things she speculates, her rants about her interests and any sort of silly thought that crosses her mind.

Even if she dislikes going to parties, She knows that atleast she'll be with you. Just seated right next to you while you talk to everyone is enough for her. Ellie just adores you and would look at each of your features, wondering how you ever chose to love her.

If week schedules were to ever get hectic where you haven't had time to spend together, she'd plan little at-home dates for the both of you. A movie that you've been dieing to watch or baking together (even if you're doing all the baking.)

Knowing that you'd always be down to hear about her stories from the comics she read, she goes to the bookstore weekly to get the latest volume just to have a talk with you afterwards. The talks can last hours, and thats the best part of finishing each volume to her.

Ellie likes to know you rest well, so sometimes she'll sing you to sleep. There with you, she'd hold you and stay till you're sound asleep. She likes when you look at peace and that you're there with her.

Acts of service

Since Ellie tends to be more of an early riser compared to you, she always has your coffee or tea prepared in the morning. She'd wake you and have your drink at ready to give you. This always makes your morning with such a thoughtful girlfriend.

Whenever you catch a cold or feel ill, Ellie sticks beside you, offering soups, medicine, sueros, anything you might need. She takes on the household chores, so you dont have to worry and get up.

Ellie would spend months saving up just to take you to that concert or show you've been talking about for ages. In a box with flowers, she'd surprise you with the tickets, just to see how happy you are with them.

With you always asking Ellie about music, She'd spend days burning songs into a CD to decorate and give to you. It'd be personalized to your interests, with maybe a few songs that'd you two would dance to together.

Any time you mention aches that sound like your period is coming, Ellie would stock up on your favorite snacks and have relaxers in hand. She makes sure to be extra gentle and caring to lessen the stress following your period.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

“Stand Up On Your Toes” w/ BRUCE•W

Bruce and you are in bed, your partner minimally damaged from his regularly scheduled nightly duties and for once in a long while in bed with you before four in the morning.

You were the only person who could get him to stay his behind home so it was an early night for you too. Normally you’d stay awake till two to monitor everyone before Alfred took over.

You are taking full advantage of said forced bedrest though. So while he’s pouting you’re cuddled up to him and scrolling through TikTok, cause why not? This specific challenge or whatever comes across your screen and you watch it in mild interest.

That is until you get to thinking. Could you do that? It wasn’t a move you pulled out because putting your hands on somebody's dirty floor was not it, but maybe you could do it just this once?

Plus you were in the manner, a speck of dust didn’t land on something for more than five seconds before Alfred was coming after it with extreme prejudice, so the floor definitely wasn’t dirty.

Decision made you climb out of bed. Now Bruce’s gaze had already deviated to you because you’d let the TikTok repeat for a while now but he doesn’t even bother to continue pretending like he was still looking at the notes from the last WE meeting he missed.

You turn the volume up and glance over to see your husband not at all hiding his interest, face open in question. You nod towards the phone.

“I can do that right?”

He hums and reaches over to look at your screen. “You're perfectly capable of a lot of things. I don’t-”

He gives the video a critical look for two beats. When he looks back up to answer his voice is tinged with amusement.

“Can you do this?”

You just grin up at him as Kevin Gates’ deep voice dools out instruction on top of the beat.

Bruce only looks more intrigued, face soft in a way it can’t be outside of the manor, as you bend forward at the waist with your legs spread apart.

“We’re about to find out.”

It would be kinda embarrassing if you face planted or something but you’d find a way to survive.

And Bruce wouldn’t dare laugh. Not where you could tell at least.

Okay, so maybe you can do it. Really well. And maybe - just maybe - you managed to pull a surprise Pikachu face out of Bruce. And maybe you disregarded a little bit of the “rest” part of “bedrest” afterwards. Who’s to say.

NOTES: It’s short af, but hope you enjoyed!

Alright, so I didn’t get this out for January because I fell asleep so… I’m mostly just mad at myself but yeah. I know the trend I used is not a thing anymore but this is also kinda old, and I don’t really care.

Happy Black History Month!

[snakepitgunner]

Haha thank you, I stuck to my spot in awe I guess!

I’m 25☺️

He was kinda in the middle, not overwhelming bush, it was neat but a similar volume to his hair up top. He did have v. hairy balls🫢 (sorry if that’s tmi).

He had a wake up call at 10am, and it woke me up but he spooned/squeezed me ‘awake’, by that time his face was a lil scratchy, which drove me wild. He went down on me again which turned into a sideways 69 and distracted him, he stopped me again after like 5 minutes? I just wanted to taste this guy😩 bent me over on the bed and we found the deepest position to do it in*.

Which is why I could still feel it on the plane home*

We had a lil rest and he ordered room service, asked me whether I wanted anything and we had the same🥞

While we waited, he finally opened the blinds because he said he wanted to really see me when I came, and had me ride on top of him in the sunlight. I had little bite marks on my boobs for days afterwards, that’s like his kryptonite.

He’s a whole turn-on when he cums, kinda deep vibrating from his chest growl/grunt, it’s like the whole world stops, and even though he’d ’finished’ the night before this second time there was so much I felt it ‘drop’ when I got outta bed🙈.

I can only tell you what he told me that they were taking a break, but I’ve been watching her stories too and there’s significantly less, I’ve noticed.

They have a ton of songs in the bank from years ago, and have written some new material but there’s a lot of internal disagreement with management and several band members including himself on what they want Guns to sound like and re-recording with Axl’s vocals as there are now changes to a lot of the songs because he’s lost some range. They have this like internal deadline of September and want to get back out on the road ASAP to keep the momentum up.

Definitely not tmi. I want to know every detail.

I suppose this wouldn't have come up but I was wondering if he had a preference for women being bald, trimmed or bush. Did he mention it? Did he want anal? Did he mention it? You said that when he was on top, he had his hands in yours over your head. When you were on top, where were his hands?

What did you talk about in the morning over breakfast? Did you see anything he uses in the bathroom? Toothbrush (manual or electric). deodorant (what brand), cologne (what type), ect.

He gave you his email, did you give him yours? Are you thinking about emailing him? You said you had to catch a plane, does he know where you're from?

[Originally posted on February 6, 2024]

[privateanxieties]

forget my mercy, take my blame (chapter 2)

Summary: You thought the events of the day couldn't get worse than one robbery and a cryptic conversation with a mysterious stranger. You thought wrong. This, you realize, is how it all starts.

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Many hours later, guilt is eating its way through a considerable portion of your conscience, as it usually does following the clash of hot temper and arrogance— both of them yours. You're no longer insistent on pinning your shortcomings on the mysterious stranger with molten brown eyes, though you're still grumpy about his bold assumptions and oddly skewering way of getting a point across. 

Just let it go. Don't do what I know you want to do.  

You split the four hundred dollars he left between your two employees, but for some reason, the crumpled up singles still rest in your jacket pocket. The money takes up a lot more space inside your head as you drive home, radio turned up above its usual volume. It doesn't provide much of a distraction, because the faintly illuminated road ahead is the perfect canvas for a busy mind to fill. 

Traces of the past hide inside misshapen trees and uneven asphalt, and if your grip were a little tighter, it would leave the same dent in the steering wheel that it did the night you drove back from that slate quarry in your hometown. Nineteen years is a long time to still remember the smell of overheated excavation equipment. It's far away, yet surfaces so abruptly that your nose almost floods with it. Your lips press together in displeasure.

Well, at least you're breathing. You suppose Mark couldn't from beneath all that gravel you buried him under. Did he suffocate or was he crushed? Maybe a question you'll always have in the back of your mind. You know the answer wouldn't give you peace, were it to arrive from an omniscient being. What does it matter how he died? Yours is the will that killed him. Turning an event around and over and upside down two decades after it took place is just another way of engaging your guilt and letting it gnaw on more mental acuity. You need your wits about you, so you don't forget what all this is even for. You're alive. You have a life that needs living. Sometimes, there will be people who won't let you live it, and you can't just throw everything away to settle the score. 

Scoffing at the bullshit mantra you’ve tried feeding yourself all day, you take the last right turn before you're finally on the road that leads home, hand reaching out to lower the volume on the stereo. Whatever. You made it through today, and you'll try your hardest not to think about the little shit who stole from you and his neon green jacket. You’ll also do your best not to think about your encounter with the strange man and his gruff voice, lest he become the thing you lose sleep over tonight. 

It'll be hard to avoid it, because you kept his message. Maybe as a symbol, or maybe as an excuse. There is some part of you that wants to believe he was meant to be there today, if only so you didn't truly screw up this time and become a criminal. Shooting someone while they're robbing you and hunting them down to do it afterwards are actions that the law tends to distinguish between unfavorably. Just like it might distinguish between killing someone inside an old quarry and killing them after they'd already taken you there for murder.

The self-defense angle always felt shoddy in your mind. Maybe what you did to Mark would've looked like self-defense to a jury, but you sure know you didn't bury him under seven tons of jagged rock because you wanted to protect yourself. You didn't burn down his house because you were feeling reasonably threatened. You just wanted him to get what was coming his way. Karma, your hands. 

You might have a problem, but you're alive. You survived that and you're going to survive more, just as soon as you take a cold bath and chase away the heat settling in your bones. That's what mid-August spent in an ancient car with no working air conditioner will get you. Replacing the shitty truck will have to wait, because news of the robbery will spread and you don't want to be telegraphing the fact that the bakery isn't your main source of income. 

This may be a nice town, but today was a good example of a gap in people's decency— yours included, because you were so fucking rude to that mysterious stranger, and what did it accomplish? He replenished your losses and left without another word. The longer you look back, the more guilt advances on your psyche. It stills momentarily, however, when a suitable distraction finally appears as you find yourself a couple hundred feet down the road from your house. It’s true that you wanted something else to focus on, but this is so unwelcomed that it sends a wave of nausea through your body. 

The scene is flooded with the red and blue lights of two police cruisers and one ambulance, all parked along the narrow cul-de-sac housing only two buildings: yours and Hazel's. Your mind kicks into high gear before you even lay eyes upon the crowd that has gathered on your front lawn. The sky turned dark not long ago, the hands of the clock approaching a kind of twilight zone of your neighborhood: nobody is typically out at this time of night, and yet, at least twelve people found enough interest in the unfolding scene to leave the comfort of their homes. 

The commotion is centered around your property, but the ambulance suggests someone requiring medical attention. You live alone. Hazel is in her late 80s, and you've known her to need a doctor now and then. However, the police being here is the part of the equation that you really don't like. You try to slow down a mind that by nature has already zeroed in on potential scenarios, making a decision to pull over right outside the cul-de-sac instead of crowding it with another vehicle. In a neighborhood this small, your arrival is noticed. 

You don't linger, unsticking yourself from the clammy leather seats and stepping out of the truck. The air outside is marginally better than inside the car, though heat still scalds with the gentler hand of a dry climate. At least you're not pouring sweat and disheveled, because it appears that bath will have to wait. And, after only a few moments of approaching the scene, you realize just how long that wait is going to be. There is black tarp on your porch. 

The closer you get, the more your spine tingles. Pairs of wide eyes settle on you as you pass them, and it isn't long before Sheriff Randy O'Hare nails you with his own bulbous gaze. He looks like an idiot, and not even one that's in charge. You glance at the porch again. 

Tiny surface area. Not much room between the ground and the black material taking up space. Small, lithe. Your house. 

The sheriff is having some sort of internal conflict you wish you weren't here to witness. He shuffles from one foot to the other and clears his throat as you stop in front of him, several feet away from the stairs leading up to your front door. It's spattered with blood, visible even against the dark brown oak. Fresh. 

Randy says nothing for several more seconds. You have many things to say, none which are appropriate. You've never been good at playing the emotionally fragile. There's a body on your front porch and you need this fucking idiot to speak or— 

"I'm so sorry. We're… We're all still in shock. I've known her—" He stops, wiping his mouth and looking away as if something startled him. "—my whole life, I swear. She never did nothing to nobody. Jesus help me, if I get my hands on the one that did it—" 

"Who is that, Randy?" you interrupt. It's a question you've asked law enforcement before in your life. The air pressing down on your skin is even warmer now. 

"Look, I can't imagine how hard this is. She meant a great deal to everyone in this town, but you knew her best. Ain't nobody ever have a kinder word to say than her. I can't believe—" 

"Randy, who the fuck is that?" 

If you snap, it's not of your own volition. You're not here. Not really. You aren't with Randy O'Hare, Sheriff of Apolline County who apparently can't utter a simple name. Your mind has traveled backwards in time, and the house you're standing next to isn't your own, but it's painted just about the same. It’s easy to slip away into memory. The awning and the windows are fashioned into the same mold as your childhood home, because those were the things you’d loved most about that house— a mistake. You made a mistake. Your eyes are drawn to the ground, mind working in all directions.

"Hazel Bergman." 

You think you hear another name for a brief and cruel moment. The sight of polished black boots atop lush grass only works to further blur the line between past and present. 

"I'm so sorry, honey." 

"What happened?" 

You haven't been so aware of the nuance in your voice since it last betrayed you by shaking as it now is. It's so, so warm outside, but not humid. Not like Auckney. It's not as bad as it was when you were standing in front of a similar house, aged nineteen and wondering why the woman who raised you wouldn't get up from her rocking chair. 

You need to get a grip. Look O'Hare in the eyes. You need to know if he lies to you, like cops always do. His face is melting under the cowboy hat. Even his eyeballs are sweating. He's emotional. He should be truthful. 

"Daniel Roywood said he saw her arguing with somebody on your porch. He ain't hear what they were talkin' about, just that she looked upset. I've never seen that woman upset once in thirty years. She must've had a damn good reason," Randy explains, looking torn between grief and inoffensive anger. You're not torn between anything. 

"Who was she arguing with?" 

O'Hare sighs, a curt movement of his neck telling you he doesn't know shit. 

"Nobody Danny knew. He couldn't get a good look— the damn house is too far away. But he just said they were arguin', and that was it. He shot her. Just some punk in a green jacket." 

It's a miracle you don't react in any meaningful way. For that small interval between the words hitting you and your brain processing them, you're as impassive as before. That brief amount of time is all you get, however, because putting a face to that vague description happens in the blink of an eye. 

You look away, covering your face with both hands. You slow your breathing as much as you can, trying to not make any noise as blood rushes through veins that have no hope of containing the pressure. It pounds at your temples and raises your temperature, and suddenly the only lever that hasn’t been flipped on your temper is labeled self-preservation. You can’t do this with people watching, and you’re briskly reminded of that as an unexpected weight settles upon your shoulders. It makes you flinch and move away, and you hear O'Hare apologize before he clears his throat again. A silence follows that isn't long enough. 

"Look, I know this is hard. But you know I need to ask you some questions, right? We need to find the son of a bitch that did it and if you have any idea who—"

"I don't." 

You've clipped your tongue with how hard you were biting it, but at least you've got your breathing back under control. Facing Randy is easier with a constant trickle of pain and metal. He looks torn, apologetic. 

"Come on, honey. I know you don't want to think about anybody you know doin' something like this, but we need something to go on," he pleads. You don’t like the implication behind his words or the ring of truth around it. 

"Randy. Everybody knows everybody here. I promise you, if Roywood didn't know him, then I sure as hell don't. I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not divorced. I generally don't keep male company. There is no one! " you seethe, and you're certain that he mistakes your outburst for lingering shock and anger about what happened. It is, but not in the way he seems to think. 

The Sheriff frowns, so obviously pitying you and finally seeming more at ease now that you're the emotionally vulnerable one. It's fine. It works in your favor. Tonight will be long and you will benefit from not raising eyebrows or invoking anything other than sympathy from both police and neighbors. The Sheriff looks around for several moments, lips pressing together like he's chewing on the words he hasn't yet said. Soon enough, they part. 

"Listen, I hate to ask right now. But if we have any chance in hell of catching this bastard, we could really use the feed from your cameras," he says, gesturing left. Your gaze follows his to the perimeter of the house, covered at every angle by wireless surveillance systems. 

Just like that, a spark. A needle to thread. Another choice presented. 

Crumpled up bills in your front pocket. 

Warm steel at your back. 

A splattered front door. 

The maligned prescience of four words. 

Ain't worth dying for.

"Randy, I…” You enjoy the first real breath since you've arrived. It really doesn't take you long to make a decision. “I'm sorry. I left those up for show more than anything. Couldn't afford the bills after a while. They don't work." 

O’Hare deflates. There’s no suspicion you’ve told a lie. It's as if the grit he's supposed to have is flowing through you instead, lighting up your eyes and triggering the itch in your fingers. It's the challenge, the defiance, the guilt that sears through your veins now. The air is almost cool compared to the heat of your skin and the surge in your temper. 

The Sheriff imparts more condolences you don't care to hear before walking away, but he's soon replaced by Deputy Dipshit, who you hope is wise enough to only offer pertinent details for the unfolding scene. You aren't interested in what Brent Rivers has been up to, and he usually insists on making it everybody's business. All you want to know is how long before you can enter your house, but pretty soon you realize he won't provide any clarity. It has to be his first murder scene, because he stumbles around simple words after greeting you with a mumbled hi . 

He talks and talks, and nowhere does he utter that crucial piece of information you’re waiting to be told. Too long into his jumbled speech, you find the right place to interrupt. He had the nerve to comment on how you’re holding up. 

"I'm sorry. I just don't think I'm all ears right now. All I want to do is…" A shaky breath rattles your chest. "… get away for a few days. I don't think I can sleep in my own house knowing this happened. Um, is there any way I could grab a few things and get out? I don't want to be alone once you leave." 

Along the way, your words are punctuated by little tells of vulnerability: eyes downcast, vocal chords trembling, excessive blinking. Your shoulders pull in. Brent nods up a storm, mood lightening up as his arm comes to rest around them uninvited. 

"Yeah, 'course. I can take you—" 

You break away from his grip with an apologetic smile, rubbing your neck to keep your hands busy. 

"Can you wait for me at the door? I'll feel better knowing someone's downstairs, and I already have a bag ready. You know, for uh, emergencies and stuff." 

The Deputy is less pleased than before, but he acquiesces to your request with a nod and a motion towards the house. You pretend to hesitate before taking the wooden stairs slowly, keeping your eyes averted as you plant your feet on the porch. The edge of the tarp is barely an arm's length away. From this spot, you can see both the pool of blood seeping out from under it and the drops spread across the brick wall. You retrieve the keys from your jacket as Brent stops behind you. 

"I'll be right here," he reassures in a too-gentle tone. 

You walk inside without a reply, and to Brent's briefly glimpsed surprise, shut the door after you. The security system needs a two-step deactivation that would raise eyebrows after you've told O'Hare you can't afford the bills for the cameras. You breathe deeply for another moment, finally alone. 

You only told a half-lie. There is a bag for emergencies, but not for the kind that people usually have. Downstairs as well as upstairs, you keep two duffels properly stocked and periodically checked. They're similar in contents, and yet your preference has always been clear. The bedroom closet. Upstairs. You move untethered towards your target.

Throwing two changes of clothes inside along with a plain pair of sneakers, you zip it back up and lift it over your shoulder. It feels familiar. This bag could be your life. Your life could be this bag. If things go wrong, you'll be good for a while. Back downstairs, where you arrive in the same haze, you make sure Piper and Mae will be good for a while too, replenishing the bird feeder and their respective water drippers, bidding them goodbye soon thereafter. You try not to linger in the house, but a glint draws your attention to the kitchen counter in your peripheral. 

The casserole you stuffed your face with this morning and forgot to put back inside the fridge is resting exactly where you left it, the blue sticky note still attached to its side. You remember the message word for word, as well as the curving of the letters you've always been impressed by, though never more so than by the kindness behind each gesture. Hazel couldn't grip the pen quite as well as she used to in her old age, but she liked to practice in the notes she left for you. 

She made you food. Cared for you. Made life feel less lonely. 

She's outside your door for the last time because you didn't do the right thing today. 

Ain't worth dying for.  

You don’t realize you’ve walked over until your outstretched hand hesitates before the small note. It's the final one you'll ever get. 

'Don't work so hard! It's Saturday, live a little!' 

More copper flows into your mouth, this time springing from the lip you tore into so a sob could be stifled. You fold the paper with care and it goes into the same pocket as the pair of singles, just as your mind goes to the same place it's always been more comfortable resting. Maybe, the only place it can have any peace. 

Keeping your head down as you exit the house, your eyes find her almost by accident. They're drawn to the tarp. You figure they have to be, since you put it there. You put her there, because you didn’t put a bullet in the right person. You didn't do what you knew you should've.

"Hey. Did you get what you need?" 

Ain't worth dying for.  

Your eyes don't stray, glued to a puddle of blood and the greedy floorboards swallowing it up. The eyes want to remember, just like the ears remember a thundering rock slide and the nose remembers diesel and construction equipment. 

You tell the truth, and it sets you free. 

"No."

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-to be continued-

A/N: No Frank in this one unfortunately, but plenty of him in the next one and let me tell you, they are not the best of friends. Chapter 3 is scheduled for August 13th. If you'd like to be tagged for updates, you can reblog any of the previous chapters!

[onlyrains]

[11:36pm]

— t/w: none

ever since you met todoroki, you haven't been as worried about going home too late. it has become a habit for him to pick you up from work and you both have the best part of your day on the way home. this is somehow a validation that he really loves you.

and today as you have the night shift, your boyfriend picked you up 10 minutes earlier before your shift was over—as always. he greeted you from the window by waving his hand a little then leaned against the glass, showing his back.

“he's here?” your todays partner asked.

you nodded your head. “yeah. you alright?” you looked at his leg, knowing he had tripped on the stairs while trying to place products on the higher shelf an hour ago. you were pretty sure his ankle twisted a bit.

he smiled as he attempted to climb the shelf behind him to stand.

“let me help.” you held onto one of his arm and allowing the other to rest on your shoulder.

“seriously, can you walk?” you asked him once again.

“well, my dorm isn't far from here. i'm okay.” he said then almost fell again one second afterwards.

you sighed and placing his left arm onto your shoulder while your hand on his waist. “can you walk like this?” you asked.

he chuckled and nodded. “yeah, sure.”

“okay, let's go home.”

as the doorbell rang, todoroki turned around and was ready to greet you with the warmest smile, but the sight of his girl embracing another man turned it into a confused frown also causing something strange to happen to his heart.

“hi,” you greeted him. his gaze remained lockedon your hand on your friend's waist and he responded you with nothing.

“i-i think i must go now.” your friend said, letting go of his hand on your shoulder after feeling the tension between him and your intimidating boyfriend.

“but can you?”

“i'll call my sister, don’t worry.” he left limping. it was better for him than having to deal further with todoroki.

“who's he?” you heard a deep voice beside you.

“my partner for today. he's new here.” you replied while showing a smile.

“your partner?”

you nodded. “uhm. for today.” you intertwined your fingers with his and started to walk.

“why was he holding onto you?” he asked, sounds very calm.

“he tripped on the stairs. i think his ankle twisted so he can't walk.”

you heard your boyfriend's heavy sighed, “i don't like him.” he said. his voice was stern but in very low volume.

“huh?” you looked at him. he avoided your eyes by looking straight at the empty street.

“todoroki?” you called him and still, he wasn't answering.

“todoroki, are you okay?”

“i said i don't like him.”

you were taken aback. “why?”

“he held you.”

for a split second you couldn't believe your ear and you couldn't help but letting out a crisp laugh from your mouth. “are you being jealous right now?”

“yes.”

you jumped and hugged him happily. “this is the first time you said you are jealous.”

“well, i have the right since i'm your boyfriend.”

“but you always said that you trusted me tho? don't you trust me now?”

“i don't trust him.” he stated as he pulled his body back and lowered you slowly.

your laughter filled his ears again as you tried to squish his slim cheeks.

“is it that funny to you?” he asked, irritated.

you shook your head quickly. “i'm not laughing cause it's funny. i'm happy. you usually don't act this way so it's kind of… an achievement?”

“oh, it's an achievement to hold another guy in front of me?” he walked ahead of you.

you gasped, almost unsure if he was the todoroki you've dated for the past 7 months or not.

you tried to catch up with his long strides and hugged him from behind. “i think fujio influenced you too much.” you giggled.

“don't talk to me.” he said, cold enough but not enough to freeze your warm hug.

“this is the first time you're being sulky too so i won't let go.” you tightened your arms around his torso. “you have developed so much, baby, i love you.” you added.

he stopped and sighed before releasing your embrace. for a few seconds neither of you made a sound until he turn around and cupping your face.

“i do love you too—it's been too much lately. i can't see you being touchy with anyone but me.” he said while hugged you with the warmest hug ever done in the world. you had never felt a hug like this before. and you could feel him fighting his ego to say this directly to you.

you responded by tightly hugging him and resting your cheek on his shoulder. “ah, can we go home like this?”

“nah, we can't.” he pulled away and intertwined your fingers with his again before you both continued walking.

“will you come to my house then?”

“i won't.”

“will we have a sleepover together?”

“WE WON'T.”

[mdhwrites]

Sometimes it really does feel like The Owl House was explicitly designed for cartoon Twitter, down to its lackluster redemption arcs that make sure to scrub away all flaws of the characters quickly so that Twitter folks don't think they're "problematic."

So there's a lot to be said about TOH being fandom bait. The explicit call out to fanfiction early on, the coven system also being the school divisional system that theoretically should have led to more Hexide OCs but for a LOT of reasons didn't, and the fact that a lot of what the show seems to think is clever is stuff you'd find here on Tumblr or on Twitter. Hot takes about tropes like The Chosen One that doesn't actually think about the narrative role of those tropes and why they're tropes in the first place. Just that the idea of a trope is a bad thing. For the character arcs though... I don't know. I've talked admittedly about how much I hate posts that go "Look how far she's come!" while showing Amity from her first appearance and then like S3 Amity who's smiling like she's improved as a character. Changed? Sure but improved? That's... That's a much tougher cookie.

I think the lackluster arcs more have to do with two main elements of the writing (or more so the lack there of): Patience and complexity. Character arcs are incredibly hard to pull off right after all and much harder than character growth. The transformation of a character should be effectively a subplot if you're going to have them have a major shift in who they are. That way the change feels deserved, is understood by the audience and you got the proper drama out of who they were.

This requires a beginning, middle and end to most arcs. Zuko's for example has each volume cover effectively one of these stages. We get his beginning as an angry boy and we explore properly why he is while showing signs that maybe he could change. Book two pinballs back and forth on whether he will continue be an asshole or finally find peace like his uncle wants for him until the dramatic twist of him choosing to work with Azula. And finally we have a proper conclusion to him with his choice that being in the Fire Nation doesn't make him happy. This isn't the honor he wants, something that was always technically there but REALLY needed all this time explain why the character figured out that himself.

For The Collector, Amity and Hunter... TOH skips straight to the Azula betrayal. To the final mistake of the character before the rest of their arc makes them regret and rethink that decision and what they have done for that which they desire. This is why Amity is different than her first two appearances. Why Hunter and the Golden Guard are effectively two different characters. Why a season hop is all it takes for the Collector to not be a childish god but a god-like child.

This is from TOH's lack of patience. It likes its big moments but doesn't like the wandering. The moseying with an element to properly explore it. It's part of why the longer the series goes on, you have two options with how these character develop: It either nags at you the fact that their beginnings were discarded so quickly or you just forget that they had those beginnings at all.

I do want to shout out Lilith here who actually starts in her middle phase actually. Part of the strength of S1 is the question of if Lilith will or won't turn in Eda and that's part of what makes Agony of a Witch so good. It then sours because what happens afterwards sucks and makes little sense to who we saw in S1 but at least the middle IS there.

What about the beginning though? You'd think that be important and TOH agrees! Which is why its lack of complexity is the next problem for it in this: It needs to craft an excuse for the first appearance that also makes it so that the character can continue just being who they are supposed to be at the end of the arc/who they always were depending on how you want to look at it. This is why we get BACKSTORIES! Bad backstories. Backstories that simply blame it that bad behavior on someone else. It wasn't anything they internalized or the like so stop asking. That way you can say Amity was a good hearted child who had that heart clouded by her parents and then those clouds were shined away by Luz and that sounds like a fine enough arc because she was always a good person and so returning to that good person was easy. Hunter gets this the WORST. Theoretically, he should have some sort of theme of being his own person but... His excuse is that he's Caleb. Caleb was a good guy who was into witches so when Luz makes him question for a second, Hunter becomes the same. It's... Bad. Plain and simply.

This cuts out the middle. In a lot of trilogies, one might claim that cutting out the middle doesn't hurt much because not much needs to be resolved. You can't really do this with a character arc though. The middle is the questioning. It's when the character actually examines who they are and starts figuring out the answers that will lead them to wherever their arc is going. Effectively, the middle is the WHY for the arc. The beginning is the foundation and the end is the payoff but neither mean anything if there's no point to the arc and the middle is usually what actually provides that. For Zuko, it was his troop through the Earth Kingdom that taught him what his belief in honor was and fortified it before Ba Sing Se made him properly question that by bringing up the question of what brings someone honor with the tea house. In coming to accept that Iroh was also honorable for his serving of tea, Zuko was able to even open the door to other possibilities for regaining his honor than the biggest or the most obvious.

This is missing from pretty much all of the TOH characters... because it has to. It literally has to. TOH wants an excuse for the first introduction after all before transitioning them into simply the character they are. In that process, the old is discarded. It's like how Eda's history as a criminal becomes much more patchwork in S2 because she's now been replaced with Mama Eda. TOH has no interest in combining the two so it comes up less and less until S1 is ignored in Edge of the World so Eda doesn't trust Hooty to protect the house, despite OBVIOUSLY being capable of it back in S1, and she's nothing but a complete worrywart about effectively every threat posed against her children. There's a medium ground to be had there... But TOH just doesn't even try to explore it or acknowledge it.

Lilith, because she has the most of a middle, is the biggest victim here. S1 never brought up history. S1 never made her blatantly act like an idiot. You could see her enthusiasm in victory but she was okay with failure. She was by all accounts a very functional person who provided a good base for Eda's hijinks but that didn't make her the joke, it made Eda's pranks or teases the joke.

In S2, she IS the joke. She is desperate for attention... Because Belos is effectively her scapegoat. Or her mom. Or just wanting validation in general. I can sympathize with that as someone with Avoidant Personality Disorder... But the show doesn't earn that. Instead she just makes a hard, 90 degree pivot come S2 and doesn't look back.

These arcs don't function like this. Not unless you literally boil them down to "They were mad but now they're glad." Which hilariously enough, doesn't actually even apply to Zuko. Zuko learns to be calmer, but glad? Motherfucker LOSES IT right at the start of the finale and not only is it justified, it's in character still. Because Zuko has the complexity, and the story had the patience, so that when his arc ended, he was the same character we first met but better and with better morals. The Owl House simply can't say that.

[blackmambaboobs]

Your writing is absolutely A+ and I kinda crave it(10/10 you're one of the best writers on here)

What are the mercs opinions on being woken up with morning sex and breakfast (that isn't reader) in bed?

Oh my God, thank you, you have no idea how happy you Guys make me with your kind words, kr4gv4rtvivv- TF2 Mercs Opinions On Morning Sex And Breakfast In Bed Headcanons: Scout: -Fucking loves the thought of it. -Morning sex would be awesome for him especially if he's overstimulated and given extra kisses and cuddles afterwards. -And breakfast?? Hell yes! Give him the whole pancakes, eggs, ETC and he'll die happily with a full stomach. Spy: -Wouldn't be opposed to it, but would rather be the one doing the spoiling. -He would prefer gentle morning sex since he'd, of course, still be sleepy, but enjoy it regardless. -Make him a small, but fancy breakfast and he'll be happy- Soldier: -While he would love the sex, the other mercs wouldn't 'cause of his volume. -He'd be happy with rough or gentle sex, he doesn't care about which kind. -Make him a healthy breakfast with a bit of everything and he'll start the battle off well! Sniper: -Would absolutely love it! -He likes gentle sex since he wouldn't be 100% awake and just wants to enjoy the feeling. -Make him a simple breakfast with his favorite coffee and he'll be a happy man. Engineer: -Loves the thought of it, but would feel guilty about being spoiled, TBH- -Another one that'd prefer gentle sex, but he likes gentle sex to begin with, so- -He prefers a breakfast that'll fill him up and with extra bacon. Demoman: -He would s o b at being spoiled (especially if he's drunk)- -Would love either rough or gentle sex, just fuck him- -He would love a big breakfast, especially if he's hungover with some coffee. Heavy: -Would love it and appreciate it! -Would love gentle sex, he feels it makes it more special. -Needs a big breakfast, he's a big Guy, after all! -He'll be very thankful- Pyro: -Loves it!! -Likes rough sex since they'll be pent up when they wake up and it helps them to relax. -Make them pancakes with fruits on top and extra syrup and they'll be happy for the rest of the day! Medic: -Loves it and wants it so bad! -Likes rough sex since he's be pent up really bad, it also helps him relax. -He prefers a full and healthy breakfast (especially since he forgets to eat because of work) with orange juice.

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It had been several years since Scott raised a baby, and thankfully Cassie was a good first run. So long as she had help to toot, she was happy and vocal. Second time around, he was rusty. Good thing muscle memory was a thing, otherwise he would be as self-conscious as Hope was with their little bean, Oliver. Because of this, it was unanimous she would be the first to return to work, while Scott stayed home with his flexible schedule with X-CON.

One little quirk Scott was beginning to notice with his Ollie-bean, not how chubby he was for his age, or the fact he eats like he's always starving. Rather, his preferred way of sleeping. Elevated, neck supported with one hand, and his body resting on Scott's other hand and forearm almost like a hammock. Oliver would sleep through his naps in this position, good for developing his routine. Only drawback for Scott, was how stiff his arms would get afterwards. You try holding an nine-pound baby on your forearm for three hours.

Slowly falling asleep on the cushy glider Hope was gifted at their baby shower, Scott tried his best to stay awake. But he hasn't had his afternoon coffee kick, and if he broke his son's sleep cycle, he'll regret it later. Envious, of the small chunky human in his arms, sleeping peacefully in his Very Hungry Caterpillar onesie. You're lucky you're cute, he thought to himself.

Another relief, lowering the volume on their doorbell. "It's open." Scott raised his voice slightly, baby twitched a moment.