#y'all don't really make sense but that's very sexy of you

[n3ptoonz]

BEGGING you to make more sub mk men content 😭 they're always dom in all the other hc's and it's refreshing to see something that's my cup of tea lol

oh? like this? throws this post behind me like a bouquet toss earthrealm guys here

mk1 hcs: how the outworld guys react to you riding them

y'all sure do love headcanons LMFAOO

i always try my best for most of the outworld cast cause i'm truly an earthrealm girly, but i got yall. yall really challenge me 😵‍💫

suggestive/mature content below the cut

Shang Tsung

This sly mf. He thought when you suggested riding, he'd be the one watching you writhe, but it's quite the opposite. Little did you know it was all an act. A fib; fairytale. He wants power, of course, but in the bedroom it's entirely different

Nothing will get him to submit fast than treating him like a common harlot. He's in desperate need of hair pulling, degradation, maybe even act like you're trying to kill him. He's into that shit! He's an aggressive man, so he should be treated as such

I'm talking fully dog this man out while you ride him. It'll drive him mad and make him crave it. Hell, slap him around and call him names and his gasps, groans, and deep whimpers will clear the air in no time! If you add small weapons to the mix or like a role play thing it's ON

He's literally the meme "don't bully me i'll cum" so do with that what you will!

Rain

Rain sexy ass...OOF. That smug "i am a demigod" attitude is punted out the window when you ride him. One single stroke of his hair and a caress of the jaw and just like that he's a slut!

Give him praises. He wouldn't handle degradation too well. On the outside he appears to have his shit together and doesn't have a care in the world about anybody else but his studies (and you), but he likes to be taken care of

If you want to be rougher or if he asks you to, really just pull his hair/give him love bites. idk it might just be me but i just wanna bite him sooo we're gonna say he likes bites! He's also super handsy but mostly when he's close

He's not very vocal but when he is i can see him as the kinda man that like...purrs, if that makes sense? If it don't i say he's a grunter and from groan city: population him

Reiko

Reiko has a hard time being submissive, but you just make it a little easier for him. You kinda have to coax him into it before every time you get intimate because he's made it clear he can do both and wants to try submitting more to the person he loves

It was your suggestion after a long time away for a mission. Poor dude was stressed da hell out! He's like Rain, a sucker for praise. Now that i'm really picturing it he'd prob be down to smother his face into your chest cause like, that's hot to him

When he's feeling particularly spicy definitely tie him down so he can't pull free no matter how much brute strength he uses. Hold his face and never break eye contact, he's all yours! If you call him any name that has the word "strong" in it he's like puddy in your hands

Prime grunt man here. He ain't whimpering unless you deny him of something, even then it goes from a coarse tone to soft

General Shao

Siiggghhhh 🙄 Shao likes the riding position the most. That's all thanks for coming to my Ted talk

LOL JUST KIDDING😹 He would appear like he's incapable of submission but like, this is YOU we're talking about. And he'd do anything for you. Literally.

A little birdy told me he loves when you grab his horns. Grab his horns. Grab them and make him look at you. This unbreakable wall of man yearns to be conquered by someone like you. Someone who dared to challenge him and never back down? By the Gods he has a breeding knk whether you can have kids or not. oh yeah, he'd beg. plead. he's gasping for air like pls just don't stop riding him LMAO he needs his mind off taking the throne for a few hours

whimpering little bitch which eventually turn into growls and grunts. takes a bow

Reptile

Syzoth is so subby I literally cannot picture him dominating a soul. Ashrah got that man on hold fr but anyway this about you

Typa dude to tear up when you ride him. You just look so damn good, and you make him feel so damn good. Dizzy eyes that he can barely keep open; I feel like he'd go brain numb from how fast he feels pleasure

I'm talking like because he's not originally human he's more sensitive. Now hear me out guys...two dicks....AHEM. DONT SHOOT THE MESSENGER!! Both his dicks are very sensitive OHHHHHHHHH Reduce him to a sobbing, stuttering, gasping, mess. He needs it, wants it, loves it. It's up to you if you'd ride him in his og form ya nasty. He'd also have a tendency to leave bite marks on you like your chest, neck, and shoulders

Mister whimper over here there's nothing else he does but whimper and cry jesus almighty somebody give this man a HUG (hug him while you fuck him dumb/busts)

Havik

Banging my head against the wall rn lemme tap in...ok we here let's go.

Another kombatant who peruses power, but also very much attracted to it. He definitely likes to be dominated. He'd be into some real kinky shit too i know it. Literally all the above he don't wanna think about SHIT

He would thoroughly enjoy being completely helpless at your disposal as you ride him. He likes degradation more than praises but if you do give him the kind of praise that inflates his already massive ego. shoot down his arrogance while also maintaining it he fucking lives for it. he likes being choked or slapped too keep that in mind

This bitch growls and that's it. bro ain't got the lips to really make different sounds LMAO?? get yo fuckin dog bitch!!!

Baraka

You might be insane but we love that haha...! Monster fucker certificate checked at the door i understand i do

Absolutely no degradation here DO NOT!! Mf might start crying or give a monologue either way, steer clear. Be nice to him!!

He likes to be held, and he likes holding his partner. If this was confident Baraka from the previous timeline I'd say he likes fast and crazy over slow and romantic but that's not the case. Be immersed and in the moment with him, he clings onto the human interactions he got stripped from him 😞

Growls but that's mostly bc he deadass don't have lips either LMFAO😭

a/n: tearing my skin off rn I DID IT GUYS I DID IT TELL ME IM GREAT😎author likes praise too.

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and which mythical beings they are

requested by @mesanthropi ^^ physically held myself back from going on rants for shua's and hao's and jeonghan's pls (iykyk)

masterlist

seungcheol

vampire. formidable, mysterious vampire seungcheol from a powerful family name who lives in a huge, ominous castle and somehow manages to make sucking blood look sexy… shakes he's so fine oh my god. honestly vampire!cheol with glowing red eyes and an intimidating presence and the most smug fucking smirk in the world is such a vibe, and he also has the whole “i was born centuries and centuries ago” old hag thing down to an art

jeonghan

siren. specifically a mermaid-type siren that lives in the sea and has a pretty iridescent tail. water-dwelling being jeonghan just makes so much sense to me bc he has their fluidity and their peaceful and their mischief and also??? jeonghan with a shimmery mermaid tail and captivating siren voice???? i'd willingly drown myself for him actually, siren song be damned. he has the silvery voice of a siren and the ethereal looks to be one fr

joshua

wood nymph. bambi-eyed wood nymph joshua who communicates with the birds and tends to his forest and has flowers weaved in his hair and stars embedded around his eyes… the nymph!joshua obsession is Real guys and i am definitely a victim of it. curly haired joshua is just sooo wood nymph coded and i can see him as some soft-spoken, pretty being who lives in a birch tree and guides stray travellers when they get lost in his woods

junhui

witch junhui with his black cat familiar and his dented cauldron and his cottage in the middle of the forest!! witch junhui with his mini apothecary and his goofy-sounding spells and his eyebrow permanently half-singed bc his enchantments keep backfiring!! witch junhui with his soft spoken words and bright laugh and total kindness to everyone who happens upon his home!! witch junhui is so so dear to me and he really is just. a witchy little dude

hoshi

shapeshifter. does this idea feed into his furry agenda a bit too much? yeah, it kinda does, but oh my god just imagine tiger shapeshifter hoshi who's part human but can turn into a large, big-fanged and bold-striped tiger at a moment's notice. he really just genuinely gives shapeshifter vibes, and every year he schedules one week where he'll traipse off into the nearest mountains and blow off some steam in his tiger form for seven days

wonwoo

dragon. okay so this is kinda not a humanoid mythical being, but wonwoo is soooo big friendly dragon coded. i can imagine him as a large, red scaly dragon, snoozing atop his massive hoard of gold in a secluded cave in the forest, little wisps of smoke coming out of his nostrils as he snores contentedly. that doesn't mean he can't be scary if he wants to tho, and can burn down any puny humans who try to steal his hoard in the blink of an eye

woozi

demigod. part-god woozi is just such a vibe okay, and he rlly does give off a hercules-type feel, where he can do inhuman things and seems almost untouchable in his awesomeness, even though he's right there in front of you. and he has a hatred of the gods and a mild tolerance for humans but at the end of the day, he appreciates and loves both for all that they do. (also in a percy jackson demigod sense, he is totally an apollo's kid and no i don't make the rules) 

minghao

fae. y'all know how far my fairy minghao agenda runs by now and like ??? can you blame me ???? the idea of sassy smol hao with fairy wings and a squeaky voice is cute and all, but also i just think he fits the idea of the entire tall, mysterious fae folk really well too. with his pointy fae ears and his shrewd gaze and his ability to say half-truths and riddles and give sage advice about how to live your life all at once, he really is very much a fae-like person. 

mingyu

some sort of demon. he's so loud and bright and kind that, despite his huge presence and glowing eyes and the horns protruding out of his mess of fluffy hair, you don't even register that he's some dangerous, hellish creature before something happens and he just snaps, the air around him visibly darkening as he tears after the thing that caused him to lose control. he's so sweet and kind but so undeniably dangerous all at once. 

dokyeom

elf. i'm thinking lord of the rings elves, except i haven't actually watched lord of the rings but i have this idea of them being tall and rich and elegant beings, and it makes me think of dokyeom. he's just so pretty, and the elves rely on the natural elements to survive, right? dokyeom is just so sunbeams peeking through forest leaves, so little rabbits bounding through the undergrowth, so hand-whittled arrows and folk songs around a campfire and tall, tall, beautiful elves. 

seungkwan

will o’ the wisp or a sprite. he's endearing and mysterious, and once you gain his favour he's staying glued to ur shoulder for the entirety of your dangerous quest through the magical woods. he's very chatty and also very elusive, constantly flitting around in the air and disappearing in a wink of light before appearing on your nose once again. you can't tell if he's a help or a hindrance, but he's cute and bright and makes the journey a lot better

vernon

a smurf. smurfs count as mythical beings okay, and while ive never actually watched any smurf movie thing ever, i think vernon would make an absolutely brilliant smurf. they give off silly goofy weird adorable vibes, and that's basically vernon in a nutshell. also smol vernon with blue skin and lives in a mushroom looking house??? that's kinda cute and actually something that vernon might wanna do irl not gonna lie

chan

nine-tailed fox. he's so mysterious and sexy and kind of dangerous but like. his unbelievable handsomeness kinda outweighs the danger. honestly i don't really have an explanation for this other than that the Vibes r there for some reason and he'd look so cool with those glittery wisps of magic threading through the air around him as his eyes glow a mysterious colour before he launches into a kdrama-esque fight sequence against the latest monster

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[azure-cherie]

𝙋𝘼𝘾 : 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 ⛓️

If you aren't 18+ , my spirit guides will make sure to tell your spirit guides to give you a spiritual smack on the face and pimples for you for 3 months and your crush will call you a bitch now you decide 😈

So 😂 i never thought I'd do an 18+ reading but nevertheless I'm here, this will describe your sexual state , what are your best features physically and personality wise and the tactics which you will be known for as a seducer.

I don't know how this will be i never wrote an 18 + pac so 🤣, please change the gender according to yourself ♥️

This is a general reading, take what resonates and leave the rest, you can choose two at a time .

Pile 1 :

Your sexual state

Lady in the streets, devil in the sheets y'all are lowkey contradiction for everyone , they see this pretty little innocent face but behind it is a horny bitch who imagined every little scenario in their head , y'all read hentai manga a lot , and some of you start masturbating in the middle of the day because of sudden stroke of sexual energy. Yall want domination, you're full of various kinks. ,it keeps changing, every time you watch a show or read a book , you have a new kink 😂 , you're the one to tear things apart cloths and everything is falling off the tables and bedsheets are all messed up because you literally forget everything when you're up for the deed , you believe sex is an art , and art is supposed to me messy and you also believe in devotional sex , the other person must devote to you , it makes you feel the best .

Best features

Your voice is really a turn on , do you have sidereal cancer placements? Your skin is very soft , you're very sensitive, you can be aroused with the touch of a finger , your breasts are really beautiful, your way of walking is just mesmerizing, on top of that you're really lovey dovey baby who knows what they want , you're very romantic as well , you have really great lingerie choices , you taste great , some of you have your vertebral column or ribs structuring your skin people find that attractive.

Tactics

You will be known for being flexible you can try a lot of positions, if you're a female you're really good at receiving huge , if you're a man you have a huge dick , you're actually down every time so you're a really nice partner to have and you will be known for actively seeking pleasure, without any shame , you know it isn't a bad thing to want so you seek it .

Pile 2 :

Your sexual state

You're actually already on a pedestal you're extremely sexy and attractive, people like to see you and imagine things in their head and i think some of you don't even like it too much, you have a dominatrix vibe , people tend to bow down to you because they don't know what else can they do in front of a diva like you , you make them loose their minds , but the thing is you're very hard to please, you reject a lot of people because not everyone deserves you , you are only down for one person you're a ride or die ! You're a devil dressed up but you're an angel who wants to be fucked and you also wanna dominate people really well , who's the daddy ?

Best features

You're thick af , your eyes are beautiful, they hold a very nice gaze , your hairs something about them , you smell very good, your very skilled with your hands , you know when to do certain things to make an interaction spicy , your dressing sense is very amazing, something about your legs as well , your curves are just lovely, okay so some of you maybe into pole dancing, that is really attractive to people and it turns them on , some of you may actually post pictures like only fans and people are just crazy over you .

Tactics

You will be known for the way you look at people , the i own you vibe , you will be known for your dancing skills , probably pole dancing or belly dance or a lap dance , also i think your abdomen turns people on , do you have piercings? Like nipple piercings you may be known for that as well , you could be into recording yourself, and i get something with paints like painting each other's bodies like art ? Do you like it? You're all in all a feared person whom everyone wants , no one has .

Pile 3 :

Your sexual state

You are actually the shy type but when you find a person with the same sexual vibration as you , you go feral it's like you wanna get on top of them and the other person is like sit on my face rn , you're so desirable , you're the one to go on for the longest time, because well fuck you got stamina , your sexual power is very related to manipulation you can get whatever you want if you use your sexuality enough, not I'm not telling you to go around and sleep with everyone, express yourself more , wear dresses which fit , your expressions on top of that are to die for 🤡 , lol people will be crawling in the ground just to breathe the same air as you , you're just so phenomenal, like the alluring woman we see in movies.

Best features

Everything is already best about you , just get that damn confidence, never hold back ever , your lips are so kissable it's like honey , you are really good at blowjobs and your grasp is amazing, you're also very youthful and tight , some people even get mommy vibes from you , your neck is really soft and you're really wet and you do great on top of people , great rider 😏.

Tactics

You will be known for withholding people spiritually, sex with you is more of a spiritual experience, once they have tasted you it's perdition for them , you're a goddess and they can't deny , you're someone like a trophy , sex with you is once in a life time experience, you will be written down in books if a poet wants to because you became their eternal muse , you have a really beautiful body all together believe it or not , you're a figure of devotion, people are all lined up to be killed in the ambience of your sweet love.

😂was i able to explain it ?

Let me know if you resonate ♥️

Thank you have a great day/night ✨

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP, sorry if you've answered this question before but what is your best song from Face?

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Hi @tabbypuppykitty

I’ve had a rethink. I think Face-off is now my favourite song on the album.

Set Me Free Pt 2 is still top 3, but Jimin’s enunciation on Face-off brings a smile to my face every time I hear it because that man is too damn sassy for his own good lool.

In the latest Suchwita episode, Hobi revealed that Jimin practiced live singing six hours everyday before and during FACE promotions.

Six hours. Every day.

That made me pause. I started thinking about everything that happened during FACE. I don't talk about this at all here because I won't ever share personal pictures and I know I was incredibly lucky and many other people here likely deserved to see him before I did, but I saw Jimin live during his very first shows for FACE.

He was so happy. The joy on his face and the way he worked the crowd... like a fish in water. He gave some of the best performances of the year during FACE promotions. The whole project and the thoughtful way he went about promoting the album, is noteworthy.

(You should watch this if you haven't already)

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But then I remembered the BS, the way k-pop stans reacted to the album, to the MVs, to the encore stage, the way BTS akgaes indulged in their sociopathy on his account, how BigHit failed (the anger Jimin biases feel is justified but some of y'all are wallowing in it). I remembered a few of Jimin's Wlives, how so much has been going on for him this year, and then tried to fit 6 hours daily practicing into it...

I have to stop myself when I think about Jimin. He has such latent intensity, like a glamour, a force field around him... it's like a black hole that sucks everything, including you, into him and his world. It scares me.

I know I whine about Jimin biases but y'all amaze me ngl. It takes a special fortitude of heart to bias Jimin. This post already sounds incredibly effusive, but I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I say he's a truly beautiful person. It's almost as though the world does not deserve him. It's impossible to not love him, desire him, care for him... want more sooner for him. I see all that, but I also see that man is stubborn as fuck.

He took his time to start work on his solo album. The middle of the Vegas concerts is when he said he suddenly came to his senses, shook himself out of that trance, and earnestly started putting together the FACE project. He'd written songs before, but FACE was its own thing. The personal stories he chose to communicate, the care in lyricism and production, the quality... Jimin created art in FACE and trusted that those who care for nothing but the best, will love it.

That's sexy, but the way he went about it also betrays a conservatism in him. It's a shadow of the edge in him, that thing about him that causes a tinge of anxiety when you watch him too closely.

I'm not sure if I'm making sense, but what I mean to say is you need a special kind of courage to bias and love Jimin. I recognize that. When I write what I do here, I always remember that. I also have very little respect for solos. And those two sentiments aren't mutually exclusive.

But taking it back to Face-off, my favourite thing about it is Jimin's sense of humour and skill coming through in the song, as well as how he enunciates his words. To really hear the switch in his tone, you need to stream in this order:

Like Crazy > Alone > Set Me Free Pt 2 > Face-off

By the time you get to Face-off, Jimin's voice has already gone through every variation possible, but then he brings out a tone I've heard only one other artist do well (Rihanna), and that tone is disgust.

Pure, refined sass. And he's already got the sauciest voice in k-pop.

The melodic and tonal choices Jimin makes at these timestamps fucks with my head:

1:53 - 2:08;

2:16 - 2:25;

2:41 - 2:56....

(lol, at this rate you might as well just listen to the whole song again.) Jimin is fantastic in the whole thing.

Europe is where Jimin belongs, but America would eat Jimin up too. The country already does if we're being real, America already loves Jimin. But given the right concept, Jimin would devour because he always does, and the world should get to see it. I hope I get to see more of it. As I've said before, if you feel inclined to communicate that to BigHit, I strongly suggest you do.

During Suchwita, Hobi showed how he's planned content for fans almost years in advance. It's possible Jimin does this too, planning music and content for fans to see months later... (So we might not learn why he went to London, for months...)

Yeah... I don't have the strength of heart to bias Jimin. Good luck to y'all.

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...that was kind of a lot lool. So to calm down, Jimin:

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Anyway, sorry I rambled. Face-off is a really good song and Jimin did an excellent job on it. The whole project is very good so I can't wait for the next songs we get from him. Shit can't get worse than BB deleting D2C sales so on the bright side, we can only go up from here, and for Jimin who already owns the record as the first soloist in history to debut #1 on the Billboard Hot 100, up will be a good spot to be.

Stream Like Crazy, Seven, All Day, and HUH?!

[serenhoshi]

𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

I got a request for our dearest gentle sexy joshua, so here it is!

tbh I don't think joshua would think too much of getting in a relationship

just like the members, he is very focused in his career, so it would take some time for him to notice love for someone else.

probably a highschool friend, a coworker or a staff member he really gets along with

i don't think he'd be into meeting and getting in a relationship with brand new people around him, he needs to know them

maybe, if he sees that you're a foreigner that seems nice, then he'll approach you in the streets

being the gentleman he is he stays very polite and respectful, he doesn't want to bother you too much or invade your personal space.

he is a very warm person overall, very cheerful and open-minded. It's easy to talk with him, about literally anything.

since you get along things could go fast, at least for you.

since he doesn't know you that much, joshua will see you as someone he knows, no more no less

like he has to realize he spends a lot of time with you, more than with anyone else, because of the members

they'll be like "you're seeing them again? You saw them yesterday, and the day before!"

and he'd be surprised, because they are right, because he didn't notice, and because they noticed

he'll start acting weird around you lmao

and he'll ask help from the members, who told him that he could be in love with you

he was like "what? no, i don't know them since that long"

and the members would answer "well it's been a year now" lmao

idk if he'd actually ask you out, or if you'd do it

i think it would be just mutual realisation? if that makes sense

like he's at your appartment one evening and you talk about everything and nothing

you joke around and burst out laughing together

and you just look at each other like something just happened between you two

you don't really need to declare your relationship as official, you just both know that it'll work and that you're in love with each other

now hong joshua as a boyfriend

he gatekeeps you from the members

when they ask if you'll come to watch them practice, he'd be like no they won't meet y'all go away

at some point you go see them by yourself because you want to

the members love you ofc, and they're surprised that you can keep up with joshua's chaotic energy

hes just too much sometimes

game afternoons? he'll cheat for sure

he made you food? wrong, his mum did it for yall

he teaches you how to sing? okay but he will tell you that you sing well when you actually don't

crafty days? he'll make you a bracelet/canvas/other with a mistake when spelling of your name

cute nickame? he called you "sarcastic fringehead" on his phone (which is a weird looking fish)

anyways he's funny overall lmao

smutty part below

joshua knows SO much

like he knows more than you do about your body

a great talker as well

knows the right words to make your knees buckle

the right moves as well

he knows damn well where to put his hands to make you feel good

not on the rough side in bed tho, not a lot at least

he's a dom, but like a soft dom

very much into praising and admiring your body, you'll feel like a queen/king with him

very vocal man, when he's not praising you hes moaning

like moaning

doesn't care if people hear/see you (except if it makes you uncomfy)

is willing to try many things in bed, as long as you both are okay with trying stuff

definitely not into knife play

won't go for many rounds, maybe 2, 3 if he's at his best i guess

the best with aftercare as well!!!

comforting words, helping you washing up and cuddles with no end!

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

All To Yourself

pairing: best friend!Wonwoo x gn!reader

genre: a bit of fluff and suggestive (implied smut), best friends to lovers!AU

warnings: cursing, kissing, sexual tension, mild scratching, slight possessiveness, mutual pining but make it silent, use of petnames (sweetheart, baby)

word count: will add later

Summary: Maybe you shouldn't have kissed your best friend. Or maybe you should have done it sooner.

Author's note: There is no excuse anymore lmao, y'all can blame @delicatewerewolfsoul for this

tagging: @dinosbestie @wonwussy @wonwoosthetic (suffer hehe <3)

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Jeon Wonwoo is a very intriguing person.

He always has a way to make heads turn around, enticing people with his naturally attractive looks and smart wits, but only a few selected have actually grasped what he's all about.

You, as his best friend, are one of them.

It's really funny, actually. How cliché everything is - having a crush on the off limits hot best friend for the longest time and cheeks heating up every time you're meeting up with him, whether it's at your favorite cat café or that ramen restaurant that you've been going to since college.

Except it has started to get unbearable as of lately and it's about to drive you crazy, especially now that he's staying at your place, because the floor of his own apartment is currently being repaired - a broken pipe in the kitchen can be a pain in the ass.

And that's how your best friend ended up staying over.

"Hey Y/N?", "Yeah?", "Do you have any spare towels?", "They are in the cupboard, under the counter", you answer, "Why do you ask?".

"Uh, I wanna take a shower and I forgot to get some from my house", he rubs his neck, "I hope it's okay?", "Yeah, of course it is, you dumbass!", you laugh it off, "Go ahead, Won".

You go back into finding something good to order for the night when you suddenly realize what is about to happen.

Wonwoo is taking a shower in your bathroom. And will come out in just a towel - your towel.

"Oh God, calm down, calm the fuck down, he's just taking a shower", you're muttering to yourself, rubbing your hands on your thighs to calm down.

"Fuck I am not okay", you huff and open the fridge, taking out a bottle of ice cold water, downing it in one go.

Not knowing what to do, you go into your bedroom and plop on the bed like a starfish, contemplating about your life choices and feelings.

Feelings. Like the romantic ones you have for Wonwoo. The ones you could never admit to him because you're shy and scred you'll ruin your friendship with him.

"God I have fucked up so bad, I want him so bad", you whine and cover your face in your hands, kicking your feet in annoyance.

"Who do you want so bad?".

You almost shriek out loud and jump on the bed when you hear Wonwoo's voice from the door and your eyes are about to jump out of your head as soon as your gaze falls on his body.

His naked body, covered by your towel hanging low on his hips. Keyword: your.

"Are you going to answer my question, sweetheart?", he asks you again, a cheeky smile resting on his face. "Hmm, no, I don't think I will", you get up and make a beeline for the living room, but Wonwoo blocks the doorstep with his arm.

"Wonwoo, can you please move so I can go to the living room?", you ask him with a nervous tone, trying to keep your composure. "Hmm, no, I don't think I will", his voice drops an octave and he effortlessly pins you on the wall, caging you between his arms, his perfectly sculpted torso right in front of your face.

"Wonwoo, what are you doing?", "Me or you?", "Can you just let me go- fuck you smell so good", you mutter as your nose inches closer to his skin, a sweet, sexy scent invading your senses, making your knees turn to jello.

"Bitter Peach", "H-Huh?", "That's the name of the perfume I use, sweetheart", "You...wear perfume right after showering?", "Only on special occasions", he chuckles, his face inching closer to yours.

"Am I a special occasion then?", you ask him, voice barely a whisper, breathing growing uneven with each passing second.

"You've always been the special one to me, Y/N", Wonwoo whispers back, his feline like eyes searching for any sign of hesitation, any negative emotion, hoping there's no trace of them.

His heart skips a beat when you unexpectedly smash your lips on his, a low moan bubbling in his chest, the same chest your hands are palming, either because you needed a supporting surface or you wanted to roam your hands on his still damp body. Probably the second.

He instinctively holds the side of your neck, something he has been dying to do for so fucking long. He can feel your hands clutching on him, your nails subtly scratching his skin and it makes his chest swell with pride.

"So eager to keep me all to yourself, aren't you?", "As if that wasn't your goal all along - I bet the flooding in your apartment was a lie", you pull back to catch your breath, head resting on the wall. "No, that wasn't a lie. But it was a wonderful chance for our very cliché scenario to unfold, don't you think?", he raises his eyebrow in a cheeky manner and you can't help but roll your eyes.

"If you want to see the scenario unfold as you said, I think it's time you dropped that towel", you tug at the soft fabric teasingly. Wonwoo scoffs and picks you up in his arms, walking a few steps backwarsa until he reaches the bed and puts you down on your back, supporting himself on his arms.

"Don't worry, baby, I will drop the towel... After I'm done taking off your clothes".

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

My Baby Girl

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Requested: Yes - anon(s)

Prompt: You’re pregnant with Austin’s baby. This is the whole shebang, friends, from the test all the way to the birth. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Pregnancy stuff, body negativity/self-shaming, probably pregnancy inaccuracies lolol

Rating: Pg    ||     Word Count: 3275

A/N: Pregnancy fics are...not my specialty 😅 I gotta be honest w y'all the smutty stuff is way more my speed lmao. but hopefully, this isn't too horrible. i am so sorry if you don't like the baby's name but it's the only one i could think of to make sense. Requests are open, as always 💕

🦋 mila

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You nervously tap your foot as you sit on the couch and wait for Austin to get home. He’s been out doing press for “Elvis” for the last few hours, but you have something incredibly important to tell him. It's something that can't wait. You grip the tiny white stick in your hand like it's a lifeline. In some ways, it is. Or will be someday. You hear the door open and the scuttle of Austin’s feet as he comes into the house. You gulp and call his name.

“Austin, baby,” you say, your smile faltering even though you don't mean it to. “I have something really important to tell you.”

He comes into the living room, looking sexy as ever. But also tired. You momentarily think about telling him another day but decide against it. He needs to know now. He kisses you quickly and then sits down on the couch.

“What is it, love?” he asks, rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb. You bite your lip nervously and take a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant,” you spit out and wait anxiously for his response. He's silent for a minute, staring at you without any expression. Within a matter of seconds, a smile begins to break across his face. You breathe a sigh of relief and smile back at him. He says nothing but gestures to your stomach.

“Can I…”

“Of course,” you respond. “Although I don’t think you’ll feel anything quite yet. I just took the test today.”

He places his hand on your stomach anyway, spreading his fingers out, and just taking in the fact that you're going to have a baby together. Your own baby.

“Are you happy?” you ask.

“I’ve never felt happier in my life,” he replies.

He leans forward on the couch and gently grabs your face with both hands, bringing your lips to his for a soft kiss. When you pull back, he starts showering your body with kisses. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, and all over your face. Somehow, he ends up on top of you on the couch. You wind up giggling and trying to push him off of you. He finally stops and looks down at you, hovering over your body. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear and his eyes flick to your lips for a brief moment. Your heart flutters.

“You’d better get off of me,” you say, laughing. “This is how we made the baby the first time.”

He smiles and kisses your lips one more time.

~ 6 weeks in ~

It's been roughly six weeks since you first told Austin you're pregnant, and things have been going very nicely. Even though you aren't showing yet, you're constantly looking in the mirror trying to see some evidence of your baby growing inside you. It's finally the day of your first appointment and, like a good baby daddy, Austin is tagging along.

You're nervous waiting in the office but having Austin there holding your hand and grinning from ear to ear like an idiot is certainly helpful. Finally, the doctor calls you back. She runs some tests, confirms that you are pregnant, and does an ultrasound. You grip Austin’s hand while the doctor moves the instrument around your skin trying to find the tiny sweet-pea-sized baby growing in your belly. You gasp when you see a tiny white dot floating around on the screen.

“Ope, there’s your baby!” the doctor says excitedly. You smile up at Austin, and he kisses the top of your head. He walks close to the monitor and puts his fingers up to the tiny being as if he can touch it through the screen.

“It’s not even the size of my hand and I already love it more than anything,” he whispers, and you smile.

~ 3 months in ~

Roughly 16 weeks later, things have started to get slightly more annoying, and you are definitely showing. You can already see stretch marks appearing. Your feet are swollen more than usual, and you feel like a big lumbering oaf. You can't imagine what's to come if this is only the first trimester. Your belly has started to grow rounder and stick out, but not big enough to look pregnant yet.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you just feel fat and ugly. You try not to pay attention to it, knowing that it's only going to get worse. But some days you just can't take it. This is one of those days. You and Austin are supposed to be going out for dinner, but you can't fit into any of your best clothes. Everything is so much tighter than it used to be, and you're in no mood to be uncomfortable.

Panic rising in your chest, you start to throw clothes out and onto the ground. You dig through your neatly folded clothes and make your closet a huge mess. Austin comes into the closet while you're in the middle of trying to desperately and angrily stretch out a shirt to fit your pregnant body.

“Baby, what’s going on in here?” he asks, holding his hands up to stop you from struggling. Once he gets the shirt away from you, you collapse onto the piles of clothes and start to cry profusely. He gets down on the ground next to you and pulls you into his lap. You cry and cry, grasping onto his shirt for stability of some kind. He rubs your back calmly.

“Shhh, shhh, baby, everything’s alright. Everything’s gonna be just fine, my love,” he whispers softly, pressing kisses to your hair. You sniffle, looking up at him through tears.

“Now, do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” he asks, brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m always here for you, you know that.”

“I hate myself,” you say, and the tears start to come again.

“No, babe, what do you mean? How could you hate something so perfect?” he asks. “There’s nothing to hate about you. Not one thing.”

“Yes there is!” you wail. “My body is hideous. I have stretch marks everywhere, and I’m getting fat and swollen. None of my cute going out clothes fit, and it’s only going to get worse from here. It’s like everything I was ashamed of before is blown up three times as big now.”

Austin shifts so he can reach your face. His finger slides under your chin and tilts your face up to his. He wipes a few tears from your cheeks and then leans down to catch your eyes. Even though you're too embarrassed to look at him, when you accidentally make eye contact you can't break away from his beautiful blue eyes. They're so filled with love that your tears almost stop immediately. You sniffle again and reach out to touch his face with a finger.

“I love you,” he says. “I love you more than anything in this world, the next one, or any other universe that might be out there. Because you are the most beautiful thing in any universe. Do you know how lucky I feel every single day that I’m with you? That I’m with someone who is so incredibly out of my league?”

You scoff, wiping snot from your nose to prove that he's wrong.

“Don’t do that. Don’t downplay yourself like that, love. You are beautiful, you are strong, and you are damn sexy. I’ll love you no matter what you look like. But it doesn’t matter, because you’re always beautiful to me, inside and out. You’re everything I could possibly have asked for in a partner, and in a mother for my baby. And I just know our baby will be the most beautiful baby in the world, cause it’s gonna look like its mama.”

You've stopped crying, in awe of the words he's saying to you. How could anyone be so giving, so selfless, so kind?

“But I’m just gonna get fatter,” you say. “And then I’ll be fat after I have the baby and…”

“Shhh,” he interrupts you. “You’re really gonna make me go through all the things I love about you? I’ll do it.”

He leans over to grab your foot. He presses a kiss to the top of it. 

“I love this foot,” he says before pressing a kiss to your shin. “I love this leg.”

He moves up your whole body, kissing every part of you and following by saying how much he loves each section of your body. He’s finally reached your lips, and he slies his hand around your neck, bringing you to him. He kisses you firmly, holding onto you as strongly as he can.

“Goddamn do I love those lips,” he says with a smile, and you giggle. His head bends down, and he moves your t-shirt off of your stomach to press three kisses on the swollen skin.

“And most of all I love this tummy,” he says, laying his head on it and looking at you. “Because it’s carrying our baby. Our love. The biggest way we can show it off.”

You run your fingers through his hair with a weak smile. Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach and yank on Austin’s hair with a gasp. His head flies off your stomach and he stares down at your tummy in shock. Your mouth falls open.

“Oh my god!” you shout.

“Was that….”

“A kick! I think,” you finish his sentence. You both pause, waiting to see if it will happen again. It doesn't and your smile starts to fade. Austin gets down close to your belly again.

“Hey little baby, mommy and I would really like to feel you again. Can you say hi?” he mumbles against the skin and then replaces his cheek. You both stare at each other for a minute and then another kick comes. Your hands fly to your face, and you squeal. Austin sits back up and kisses you passionately, smiling the whole way through.

“See, look how amazing your body is, babe,” he says, gesturing at your stomach. “You’re literally growing a tiny human being in there. There’s nothing more amazing than that. God, I can’t wait for him to get here.”

You shake your head in disbelief.

“I’m sorry…him?” you ask. “No, no, no it’s gonna be a girl.”

“I’ll love it whatever it is,” Austin responds, leaning in for another kiss. “But it’s gonna be a boy.”

You playfully smack him.

“Now get up and get that sexy body dressed. You need food, baby,” he says, standing up and offering you a hand.

He helps you pick out your outfit and showers you with compliments the entire time. You climb into the car and leave for the restaurant. You sit with a smile on your face, gently rubbing circles on your stomach. A thought suddenly occurs to you.

“What should we name it?” you ask.

“Shouldn’t we wait until we know whether it’s a boy or girl?”

“Well, we could prepare for both and then choose when we know.”

“Alright…”

Silence falls as you both try to think. Finally, Austin speaks up.

“How about Lisa for a girl….and Dallas for a boy?”

You think for a second.

“I like Dallas. And Lisa…as in Lisa Marie?” you ask.

“Well, we don’t have to use Marie too, but it’ll always be a reminder of this time in our lives. The happiest time,” he says, reaching over to grab your hand. You intertwine your fingers into his and smile.

“Alright…Lisa it is.”

~ 8 weeks + some change in ~

You're huge. Almost nine months into this pregnancy and all of the worst symptoms are starting to hit you. You can't fit into any cute clothes and don't want to try. Everything aches, and you have to get help to stand up after sitting down. You can't get comfortable at night and are sweaty all the time. The little baby is kicking like crazy, angrily and frantically now. Not to mention that your cravings are going crazy. You can't remember the last time you ate something that a normal human being would eat. Today, your craving is potato chips….on ice cream. But not any potato chips or any ice cream. You have to have chocolate ice cream and Ruffles salted potato chips. You come down the stairs like a ravenous beast.

“Austin,” you practically growl.

He looks up with concern at your urgent tone. You're gripping the banister to the stairs, white-knuckled.

“I need ice cream and potato chips,” you say desperately.

“D…do you need it now?” he asks, almost afraid.

You curl your fingers deeper into the wood and grate your teeth.

“Yes, now,” you hiss. You don't mean to be mean, you can't help it. It literally feels like your entire body will die if you don't get ice cream and potato chips right that second. Austin jumps up and immediately gets the keys to the car. He knows the drill at this point. You feel horrible for constantly for putting him through so much and being rude about it, but your body is literally fighting you.

“What brand?”

“Ruffles chips. I don’t care about the ice cream.”

He starts to run out the door, but you call him back.

“Thank you. I’m sorry. I love you,” you say with a small smile. He returns a quick smile and then rushes out. While he's gone, you veg on the couch and flick through the tv stations, feeling irritated. You try to take deep breaths and remember not to take it out on Austin when he gets back. You really are like a voracious wild animal and jump out of your seat when the garage door sounds. You run out to the car to meet him and snatch the grocery bag from his hands. By the time he’d come inside behind you, you're already tearing the bag of chips open. He gently takes it from your grasp.

“Hold up there, tiger. Let me put it in a bowl will you? Jesus,” he says, shaking his head.

“Sorry…I just…I need it so bad,” you whine.

“You know there was a time you said that about my-”

You hold your hand up.

“Not now, Austin. Don’t even.”

He scoops your ice cream into a bowl and arranges the chips in a little circle on the top. You appreciate the effort and feel terrible that you're about to absolutely demolish it in a matter of seconds. He hands it to you, and you snatch it, running back to sit down in the living room.

“Thank you. I love you!” you yell between bites of food.

“No problem, baby. I’m glad I can make you happy. I love you, too.”

~ that night ~

It's the middle of the night when you groan yourself awake. You roll around for a few minutes, clutching your stomach. Somehow, you're able to fall back asleep for a few hours but are awoken again by intense pains. It is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You figure it's just pregnancy pains until you stand up to go to the bathroom, and they intensify.

“Owwwww!” you shout, tensing what feels like every muscle in your body.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Austin has turned over in his sleep and is peering at you through the dark.

“Austin, grab the bag,” you say, already waddling to the closet to get dressed.

He bounces out of bed and grabs your pregnancy panic bag. He helps you hastily get some clothes on, you hold onto him as you somehow get down the stairs. You are breathing in and out, trying to make it through the pain. You've had to stop a few times to rest and catch your breath. But eventually, you make it into the car and Austin is zooming to the hospital. He's holding your hand and driving with the other, which is making you nervous. Not to mention that he is most definitely speeding.

“Honey, could you slow down?”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, slowing down immediately. You smile painfully and squeeze his hand.

You arrive at the hospital and Austin helps you out and inside before he runs back out to find parking. The nurses help you into your hospital gown and get you ready and comfortable.

“Oh dear,” one of them says, and you sit up panicked.

“What? What?” you ask. It never seems good when medical staff say things like that.

“Honey, you’re going to give birth very soon. Did you call the hospital when these pains started?”

“No they only started less than an hour ago.”

“Well, you must have slept through them, then. Becuase you are extremely dilated,” she says, shaking her head. “Like less than an hour dilated.”

“I-” you stop in your tracks, realizing that the first bout of pain you felt had been the beginning of your labor. You sit back and try to relax, thankful that it probably won't be much longer. Austin comes running in with wild hair and a half-zipped jacket. You try to laugh at his wild appearance but it just turns into a groan.

“Are you alright? How are you doing? Can I get you anything?” he asks rapidly, searching your body all over to make sure you actually are doing alright.

“Yes, thank you. I’m fine. I just…want it out,” you hiss.

He sits down in a chair that's been pulled up to the side of the bed and holds your hand softly. You squeeze his fingers and breathe through the pain for the next hour or so until the nurse finally says it's time. She helps you sit up a little and more people in white lab coats and scrubs come rushing into the room.

“Okay, the baby is crowning,” the doctor says, and you grip onto Austin’s hand.

“You’re doing great, baby girl,” he says, smiling and holding your hand between his fingers. You hiss out breaths as you begin to push with the doctor’s guidance.

It's definitely painful, but everything is going so fast that by the time you realize the baby is out, you're already starting to lay down. The doctors help you finish the birthing process and then take the baby to clean it up and run tests. You and Austin have chosen not to know the gender of your baby beforehand. Even though there is sweat all over your forehead, Austin brushes your hair back and kisses the hot skin.

“You did so good, mama,” he says quietly and smiles. “I love you so much.”

You weakly smile back. After a while, one of the nurses returns with a little bundled blanket. A pink bundle.

“Congratulations!” she says. “It’s a girl!"

You smile, trying not to let the tears in your eyes fall as you accept the tiny thing into your arms. Austin is sitting on the edge of the bed with his arm around your shoulders. You stick your finger out and your baby hooks onto it with a hand.

“Little baby Lisa,” you say, smiling breathlessly.

“She’s beautiful,” Austin says, gently touching her forehead. He rubs a thumb on her forehead and leans down to kiss her. “I love you. And I love you.”

He angles his head to give you a kiss. You smile into it and when he pulls back, you gently touch his cheek.

“I love you too.”

“My two baby girls,” Austin says. “The lights of my life.”

He kisses your forehead again and then you both look back to the sleeping baby in your arms. Your baby girl.

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Chenford REWIND- Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 5 - Ep 1

That's right, folks, I've been talked into going back to the beginning of Season 5 (which is when I was first talked into watching this show... I'm sensing a theme, here).

SPOILER ALERT: This is going to spoil the entirety of Episode 1 of Season 5, and may reference past The Rookie episodes and Chenford moments. Please abandon ship NOW if you don't want spoilers.

Episode 1 of Season 5 was juicy, but it was also heartbreaking in a number of ways. What do I mean? Well... I'll tell you... after the "Keep reading"...

Previously On... Snogging Your Boss

To catch everyone up, Season 4 ended with Tim and Lucy awkward with one another after they lip-locked while attempting to get under the skin of their alter-egos, Dim and Juicy. That was a delicious scene, but we're in Season 5, now, so let's see where Lucy is...

Dreaming of Said Lip-Lock

Lucy is smiling in her sleep thinking not of her "work in progress"... but of her SO (who she wants to be her SO... if you know what I mean).

I've gone back and forth on whether this is an un-used take, or whether it was shot for the episode. Perhaps one of y'all can illuminate, if you know.

But with the track-around shot being so bloody perfect, and no signs that this alternate angle was used in any of the footage that we see in Season 4's finale, I keep thinking it was shot just for Lucy's dream.

Lucy Chen is having a sexy dream about Tim Bradford. (that one's for my Miggy mutuals out there).

Not only that, but she's making him a little more assertive in her dream... cupping her face with his hand, pushing the kiss deeper as her lips part. Lucy wants Tim to take charge. Yowza!

The knock at her door coincides with the door-interruption in her dream, and Lucy wakes rudely, shaken from the very nice feeling dream. (and then she shakes a very flimsy bed that will need an upgrade if Tim and Lucy are ever to share it... just sayin')

Tamara opens the door (can't believe Tamara c*ck-blocked Chenford in two different episodes in two different realities back-to-back), and steps in. She's worried about her Mom/Roommate.

"I could blow off class, if you want. We could go shopping. See a movie." "I'll be fine. I'm not going to be anywhere near Rosalind. Tim and I are station-bound waiting for the phone to ring." "On your undercover thing?" "Yeah, the original go-time fell through and it's just been radio silent ever since."

Thank you, expositionary dialogue, for helping catch us up. Look, it's one of those necessary evils, sometimes, when you're trying to quickly bring viewers up to speed. Some people can do it well, and some people really can't.

My husband is a huge Star Trek fan. I mean, I'm a fan... he puts the fanatic in fan, if you know what I mean. He has a USS Hood hoodie, for goodness sake.

Anyway, he once learned that there were certain actors who were given all the expositionary dialogue on Star Trek: The Next Generation because others totally botched it. I'll let you figure out who.

Here, with confirmations, affirmations, and back-and-forth dialogue, we've gotten through that a little smoother than if one person monologued it for us.

"This the same undercover thing you and Tim were discussing the other night?"

Mom just got called for making out with her "friend" by her daughter. Yikes! And while Lucy's face screws up trying to determine which emotion to display, Tamara watches, the teenage snark at the ready for anything her Mom uses to deflect.

"I already told you, that kiss didn't mean anything." "Right. Right. It was for the case! Make out. Stop crime. That totally tracks."

Thank God I wasn't drinking anything the first time I heard this line, because I would have spat it clear across the room in a fine spray of incredulity.

Because Tim and Lucy weren't just kissing, there. That kiss had several distinct mouth movements of deepening from lips colliding, to smoothing into it, to a breath of air before diving deeper for more.

Tim was about to go fishing for Lucy's tongue if that door hadn't opened.

Lucy has a lot going on. We know from end of Season 4 that she's aware of her growing feelings for Tim. Watching him fake his engagement struck an unexpectedly dissonant cord.

But that doesn't mean she's ready to face them. Tim having Ashley and her having Chris helps create a boundary... right?

"Go to school!" "Okay. Well, have a great day. With your boss. Who you kissed."

Lucy can try to deny it all she wants, but when Tamara walked in the other night, Lucy's hands were on Tim's chest. Her eyes were closed. His hands were on her arm, and they were decidedly not sharing a peck. They were snogging, and it would have been a while before they stopped—if they stopped—had Tamara not walked in.

And Lucy's been trying not to think about that. Look at how she squirms when Tamara walks out.

Because, while we know that Tim had his Moment of Realization when he left Lucy's sight, she has no idea about any of that.

She knows that they tried to talk about it at work the next day, and he didn't mention anything between them. So, she's compartmentalized that it's all in her head... not knowing he's done the exact same thing.

Because while Tim and Lucy can be very different people, there are places in their lives where they align like mirrored puzzle pieces, designed to fit together, yet unaware until they shift into the right positions (heh).

Both of them are rationalizing, burying, and trying to pretend it meant nothing. For one thing, they're both with other people right now, and neither is a fan of cheating. Secondly, this is a big deal.

Tim hasn't dated within the Station since his wife, and they were Rookies together. Lucy hasn't dated within the Station since she dated Nolan and she swore off cops as potential partners.

Not to mention their friendship that has built over the years. They're finally in a good place. Do they really want to risk this comfortable place where they've finally arrived? Is it worth it?

They don't know, yet. So, they're both spiraling.

"You kissed Lucy?"

Let's not pretend Angela doesn't know what's up. Girlfriend is a detective and she happens to be Tim's best friend. When he was spiraling because Caleb took Lucy, he called Angela. Why? He needed to talk it out.

And much as Tim used to complain about Lucy doing it in the Shop with her love life, he does the same thing... when it comes to Lucy.

Angela knows that Tim needs to talk it out because he's spiraling emotionally, and he doesn't handle that well on his own. So, he needs an outside perspective.

Keep in mind, this is days after their kiss. Tamara said, "the other day". So, not yesterday... but sometime in the last week or so. Tim hasn't been able to get Lucy's lips (and their taste) off his mind in days, so he is finally cracking and calling in Angela for the assist.

"No. No. Dim kissed Juicy. Okay? Or, Jake kissed Sava. Whatever."

Tim, honey, there's a river I need to tell you about... It's one I feel like you must've visited before called... DENIAL. You can't rationalize away feelings, Timmy, my boy. It doesn't work that way.

Angela's smirk game is PEAK at this moment. This is all she needed to know that Timothy is getting in his feels about his former Boot. And, let's be real, Angela knows a thing or two about feelings that can't be denied. She'll be the least judgy about all this... but she'll also be the most brutal in her teasing.

"The point is, we had to be comfortable going undercover, so we practiced being a couple." "How much did you practice?"

Angela Lopez, te amo. You are now my hermana and we're going to get along famously because you called Tim out so effortlessly. I always knew I liked you!

Tim is not happy with it. He really wants someone to agree with him and help him rationalize what he can't loosen from his head (and heart).

Kissing Lucy felt good. Kissing Lucy felt right. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to keep kissing her. And when Tamara walked in, he felt like he'd been caught. Why does he still feel that way?

Why can't he loose the feel of her arms in his hands, the smell of her skin to close to his, the taste of her mouth... and why is he still craving it?

The two of them faced a scare like this at the beginning of Season 4. Presumably, he wasn't dating Ashley, yet, when Lucy spent the night (or half a night) after Jackson's death and Angela's kidnapping.

He'd held her in his arms, then. And even when they'd separated, his left hand was still rubbing up and down, offering comfort as she looked up at him with those big eyes.

Feeling her breath on his neck, he'd abandoned ship faster than Billy Zane's character in Titanic. But he'd thought of her. Heck, we don't know if he might have been on his feet walking to her when he got Wesley's call as she was on her feet coming to him.

But that time he was able to push it down. Kissing her awakened something that's refusing to silence in his brain... an anxious hum that only quiets in the peace of her presence, her arms, her embrace.

Damnit. He never should have taken that UC assignment.

"It was just a kiss. Not that big of a deal." "Then why are we talking about it?"

He's begging her to say the same thing. This is the equivalent of Lucy's "Right?" when she really needs affirmation.

I mean, he doesn't even have a ready answer when Angela asks... and he deflects. Hard.

"Because, what if it wasn't just a kiss for her?"

See? I'm thinking about her not about me.

"You think Lucy has feelings for you?" "No."

And he means that. Tim Bradford doesn't believe Lucy could have feelings for him, that she could love him, that she would ever want to be with him.

And he's never thought about it seriously before, himself. But now it's getting harder and harder to ignore.

"Then she probably sees it how you do—just a weird thing you had to do for work." "Right."

And that's the part he didn't want affirmed... that Lucy feels nothing romantic for him, and it's all in his head.

That's what he believes. Tim has spent his life thinking he was un-loveable. First, my an abusive father. Then, a wife who abandoned him. A girlfriend who chose her dream job.

And, even now with Ashley, it's all wrong. He hates the beach and he's dating a lifeguard who wants to vacation at beaches.

He's trying to make it work because it's the most stable relationship he's had in a while... but it was always rocky and the cracks are becoming more apparent the more he ruminates on this Lucy situation.

Angela notes every second of Tim's discomfort.

"Timothy... do you have feelings for Lucy?" "No!"

Have we ever heard Tim's voice go that high? I'm struggling to remember, but I laughed aloud the first time I watched that and had to rewind to see the rest of the line, which is really all another rationalization.

"No, I'm dating Ashley, and Lucy is with Chris, and I'm her Superior Officer, so..." "All true. Not what I asked."

Because she doesn't need to ask. Angela knows why they are having this conversation, and Tim's growing increasingly frustrated because he wants to believe he doesn't have feelings for Lucy.

But he does... and it's getting harder to deny.

"What'd I miss?" "Nolan got a Golden Ticket."

Now I know Tim Bradford is in love because there was zero commentary on Lucy being late to roll call!

"Your lady squared away?" "Hell, no. You think we don't got lives of our own waiting around on some mystery gig?"

It's the debut of Lucy's take on Sava. Assertive, just like Nova. Just like Lucy.

"Yo. Davion's money." "Davion's handsy. Get someone else."

This isn't Chenford directly, but I love seeing how Tim's not as on top of the UC thing as Lucy. It's not a ding on Tim. It's simply a reminder that Lucy is a natural at this, and that she can manipulate the situation as needed.

Is it always successful? No. But she knew how to keep Tim and Jackson alive during the op when she was pulled over, and she's trying to spare them getting made here.

"Oh! Looking good, Juicy."

Look, I know it's Aaron saying it, but Tim's reacting, too. Look at his face, taking her in.

And it kills me that we don't get a good reverse on his reaction her thong comment. Kills me. I'd love to see Tim "No, I don't have feelings for Lucy" Bradford not react to the idea of the thong she is currently wearing.

"Airstrip. I thought this job was local." "It's not. That a problem?" "Yeah, that's a problem. I travel with three suitcases minimum. It requires precision to look this good."

Again, it didn't work, but Lucy was quick on that response. Lucy, maybe you should really pursue this UC stuff. You're pretty good at it!

Dim and Juicy Roll Up in Tamara's Car

The music's blaring, and Tim and Lucy have left themselves behind. They've slipped into the skin of two flirty, horny, lust-distracted ne'er-do-wells, and I am here for it.

Look, I know we all laughed at the beginning of their kiss scene because Tim and Lucy were so uncomfortable. Now, those who were still alive by the end of the scene know they are perfectly capable of getting coupley with a little prodding.

"You're late." "Yeah, well, our quickie wasn't so quick."

Lucy winds an arm around Tim's waist, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders, fitting against one another as though they'd done it a thousand times.

Tim is completely in her space, and though the clothes and personalities are borrowed, we get a sneak peek into a future Chenford. They just fit together so well!

"First, cell phones."

Lucy's POUT and how Tim immediately snaps to her. I'm convinced half of the reason he's so bloody convincing during this whole episode is because he's completely under her spell.

Yes, he did well running solo. But can you imagine if he'd run this op with Nyla or Angela? He might've pulled it off, but not to this degree of believability.

Tim and Lucy turn over their cell phones, and then they're right back to one another's embrace as Dim and Juicy forget anyone else is there.

And this is yet another glimpse at Tim and Lucy's future... Because some part of them is aching for this.

Right now, they can live vicariously through Dim and Juicy and pretend it's completely on the level. "It's not really US. It's THEM! We aren't doing anything wrong."

But it's all about how they feel, and that's quickly catching up with them.

Hands. Hands. HANDS!

Look, the scene where Lucy hands Tim a glass of champagne and drapes herself across me is choice. Lucy drapes herself over him, he wraps his arm around her waist, settling on her thigh, and she places her hand over his.

As he talks and his hands move, hers move with him, like a magnetic pull. They never practiced this. Because the second Tim and Lucy let go and give into the couple shtick, it brings out their natural rhythm.

"Rosalind Dyer escaped."

Sava disintegrates and Lucy is left stunning, sitting atop Tim's lap. Tim notes her shift immediately and grabs onto her hand, much as she grabbed onto his when he pulled her over during her first solo UC op. It's comfort.

While Lucy has led the way for their alter-egos, it's now Tim who comes up with the perfect excuse to get her alone (*ahem*) and invites Juicy to join the Mile High Club.

As the baddies roll their eyes at Dim and Juicy's antics, Tim gets a barely-held-together Lucy into the bathroom and away from their gazes.

Let's be real, any one of us would be reeling, too. The one time Lucy and Tim were in the presence of Rosalind Dyer together, that woman had Lucy spinning out in seconds. It took Tim—her fierce protector—to snap her out of it and silence the singing.

Now, that same fierce protector has to snap her out of it so they don't get massacred above the clouds. It's not a time for kid gloves... it's a time to get her head in the game, or cut their losses. He's not willing to risk Lucy's life for an op*.

*Keep this in mind later in the season

"I'm fine. I can do this." "No. No, you're not. I'm pulling the plug as soon as we land."

Because he knows her. She can't play him, anymore. Yes, there was a time she could get away with it, but he's staring in her eyes and he can feel the fear and anxiety flowing off of her.

"No. Look, the stakes are too high. This is our one chance at Madris. The news threw me for a second, but I'm... I'm fine. I can do this."

And while we all know (Tim included), Lucy is far from fine, he believes she can get her head in the game enough to see this through.

And we all know that's because he is helping her. She always knew that when it was too much for her to deal with, he'd be there to help. Maybe he didn't believe it at the time, but Lucy did. And she was right.

"Okay. Lucy, if you change your mind, you just say the word."

Tim is so commanding in this moment. It's not anything he's lording over her, no. But he's reminding us that he's the Sergeant in this situation, and he is not going to let her go down for an op.

"Wait." "What?" "We're supposed to be hooking up in here."

And that doe-eyed boy truly has no idea what's flying his way.

I'm reminded of Cary Grant's line to Audrey Hepburn in Charade. "When you come on, you come on."

That's Lucy. When she's ready for something, she commit to it completely. Whether it's a moment or a lifetime.

And right now, she's committing to this moment of her lips on his lips, her hands on his body, and her mind on something besides the anxiety and fear filling her from Rosalind's escape.

Lucy grabs ahold of Tim's face with both hands and lunges herself at his lips. He reels back, nearly falling onto the counter behind him. But as soon as his brain begins to process what the hell is happening, his hands easily reach for her.

Tim doesn't waste time, this time. He didn't know if he'd have another chance to kiss her, and he wants this more than he'll admit.

Now, in both kisses, Lucy has her arms between them. So, their bodies aren't pressing together, and that makes Tim's hand placement a little more awkward.

Could be an actor choice. Could be a directing choice. Could be a writing choice.

Whatever the reason, Tim's options are more limited. But as his hand runs up her arm, it becomes less timid, and more sure. He pushes back against her kiss and she moves with him, letting him take point. She needs this.

Lucy could have smeared her lipstick on him. She could have rumpled his clothes. But Lucy needs something to center her right now.

She needs another emotion to draw from besides her fear. And while she doesn't know how Tim feels about her, she knows that kissing him feels good, and right, and comforting.

They transition from Lucy sucking on his top lip to his bottom lip, and her hand finally drops away, giving Tim the space to put his hand in what I believe to be his favorite place—her face.

He wants that skin-on-skin connection. He wants the romance. Tim wants every second of this kiss.

Which is why he says, "More" when she pulls away. Turn up the volume and watch that boy's lips. Tim Bradford is GONE, my friends.

And Lucy's shaking. Melissa O'Neil, herself, confirmed that this was a planted callback to Lucy's hands shaking after Tim resuscitated her in the desert. Lucy's a bloody mess, but she wants to make this work.

Oh, what about Tim? Tim's in bloody shock. Each kiss is progressively worse for his ability to shove those emotions back down. Now he's the one who needs to get his head in the game.

Luck Be A Lady Tonight

I love the glances to one another in the car... the subtle check-ins. These two are such soul-mates.

"Hello, back off." "Must be the new skank." "Who are you calling a skank? You better get the hell outta here. If I see you again, I'm gonna rip this janky ass hairpiece outta your head. Hm?"

Tim and Lucy had no idea that Jake would have a connection at this casino, and getting made is the worst thing that could happen. Lucy leaps into action, and I really think Tim is impressed... and a little turned on.

"She's solid."

We've talked before about how Angela is a good detective, but she's going with Tim's gut on this. And Lucy knows the weight of it. She's not going to let Tim down.

"You're really good at this, you know? The whole Undercover thing." "Thank you."

Tim doesn't give out a lot of compliments, but he's seen Lucy in action, today, and she's been amazing on-the-fly.

Sure, he's watched her undercover ops from afar (and that one time he pulled her over), but this is different. He's been in the moment with her and seen her make moves he'd never think to make.

Also, I love that her way to prove to Tim that she could handle Undercover was to fake her feelings for him. And today's op has been all about embracing those feelings under the guise they are fake.

Is that the definition of irony? I'll have to ask my English-teacher husband.

And I find it fascinating that this praise doesn't activate her Praise Kink. Perhaps it's her aching head or the stress of Rosalind, but she seems more... confused by Tim's compliment.

Maybe she thinks he's complimenting her kissing skills... because, yeah, they're fire together.

"Uh, do you mind if I take the first shower?" "No, it's fine. Hey you hungry?" "Yes! I would get some french fries if you're ordering.

Tim looks up just in time to see Lucy's shirt swish off of her, revealing a bare back. Can you imagine the neurons firing off in that man's mind right now? Now he knows she wasn't wearing a bra the whole damn day.

Tim backs up like he's been struck by something heavy and he turns away, trying to get his brain to start firing and his secondary brain to stop revving its engine.

He mutters about fries as he sits on the bed, trying to focus on the menu in front of him.

But half-naked Lucy is right there, and his eyes drift back to the door, just in time to see her whisk past. He looks away, again... Then back, again.

And, let's be real. If he was struggling not to go after her when she was fully clothed on his couch, imagine how hard he's struggling not to imagine Lucy in that shower... and imagine himself with Lucy in that shower...

And... maybe y'all need a cold shower by now. You good? Good.

But Tim Bradford is far from good. He's so far from good that he turns on sports, and rather than getting lost in the game and upset about any interruptions, he's begging the game to take him away from the thoughts running through his head.

Because he never thought it would come to this. He never thought she would kiss him again. He never thought he'd be in a position where he would have this beautiful woman right there who might possibly feel what he's feeling.

And so Tim Bradford does something I never thought I'd see him do... he takes a leap.

"What?" "Do you want to talk about it?" "About what?" "The airplane bathroom... your apartment... Look, I don't know, call me crazy, but it just doesn't feel like pretend."

Remember I said this episode was heartbreaking? Here's why...

Lucy thinks Tim is calling her out on her feelings for him.

Tim thinks there's something between them and he wants to know if she has feelings for him.

And because Lucy feels caught... she deflects.

"It's an intimate act. We'd have to be dead inside for it to not trigger something, right? It's basic biology."

Tim Bradford took a leap... and then he took a fall. And it kills me every time to watch his face as he takes the rejection. Lucy doesn't want me.

Oh, poor Tim Bradford. He's been rejected over and over by people in his life. So often, he's the one who finds himself broken because nobody sticks around for him. Nobody puts in the effort for him.

It doesn't take a traumatic childhood to make a person feel unworthy of love, but Tim has that and more.

And Lucy doesn't even know how he feels. She has no idea. This was a speech uttered to cover her own growing feelings. But the unintended consequence is that she hurts Tim.

"So you're saying it's not a big deal. Doesn't mean anything." "Right?"

It's a confirmation of what Angela told him at the beginning... Lucy doesn't want me.

And it's not that his whole life was hitched on this notion, but it's yet another rejection in a long, long string of rejections. And Lucy doesn't even know that's what she's done.

The phone rings, deflecting the conversation, and a dejected Tim picks up.

"I'm just alone with Lucy in the hotel room" "Uh-oh."

Literally the last thing he needs to hear right now. But, Angela doesn't know he was just struck down. She's all for some Chenford Sexy Time.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Tim slams the phone down faster than the remote when the Rams toss an interception. Lucy rushes back to the bathroom, and the moment she goes, Tim shakes his head. It hurts.

Tim took a leap. And Tim fell. And now Tim has to add it to his layers of scars.

"Remind me not to take a guy out while I'm wearing a robe. I showed him the entire world right now."

First off, I love that Tim was the damsel in distress in this scene that needed Lucy's rescuing. Second, I believe this is when she starts to think there's something physical between them.

Let's be clear. Lucy has feelings for Tim, but she doesn't think Tim has feelings for her. She thinks he's attracted to her, though. I mean, look how she watches him as he shakes his head. And while feelings are tough for Lucy (more than she'll admit), sex is easy.

"I can nott wait to get out of these clothes." "Yeah. I'm not gonna miss that hair." "I kind of like yours." "Thank you... thank you for walking me up." "No problem."

Let's be honest... Tim is walking Lucy up because he knows as soon as he walks away, they won't have the excuse to be this close together, again. And even though she rejected him (in his mind), he wants to be close to her.

"So, I guess this is it. Tomorrow we are back to being us." "Right. And everything that happened undercover, we will just leave behind." "Right. What happens undercover stays undercover."

I'd shake my head at Tim's comment, but the boy's doing a good job shaking his head at himself. "Why did I say that?" Lucy, however, is ready to test a theory... about Tim's attraction to her.

"You know, in a sense, since we haven't been debriefed, we're still undercover." "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Tim doesn't know where she's going, but Lucy offers a pointed glance at her apartment door. Tim doesn't bite.

Why? Because he's ruled it out as a possibility. He doesn't believe there is any scenario where this is really happening. She already rejected him, right?

Lucy registers his lack of comprehension, though she doesn't realize the reason.

"Do you want to come in?"

Tim is flabbergasted. He doesn't believe what he's hearing, and that man literally short circuits at the realization that this moment is happening. Heck, I was short-circuiting. I thought the fans were making something up when they started tweeting about him accepting an invite to go inside.

Like, is this happening!?

Tim cycles through shock, acceptance, fear, and ultimately lands on right and wrong. He is dating Ashley. And he's not a cheat.

"I shouldn't."

It's not that he doesn't want to. But for so many reasons, he shouldn't go in. Lucy nods, accepting his answer. For her, this isn't a personal rejection (because she doesn't even think that's on the table). It's a sexual rejection, and that's fine.

But as she opens her door and walks in, the light from the door strikes Tim's face. When he looks back, he sees light... and Lucy.

And much as he wants the full relationship... this is what she is offering here and now. And who knows if he'll ever have the chance to be with her, again?

There are no thoughts of Chris and Ashley, right now. The two of them are looking at one another—Lucy on one side of the threshold and Tim on the other—and they are considering this moment and nothing further.

So twice in one episode... Tim Bradford takes a leap.

He crosses the threshold into her apartment, and she closes the door, sealing them in. Tim's eyes wander to Lucy, hesitancy rushing through him. "Should I start? Will she start?"

Lucy has twice jumped the man, but even in her state of wanting him more than thinking about right-and-wrong, she offers him a drink.

"I'm good."

Because up until this point, he thought this was impossible. And now that it is possible, he wants to be completely clear-headed so he doesn't misinterpret anything.

Lucy moves to set her purse down and we finally see... Chris. Lucy opens her mouth as Tim looks to the sky and curses it for this f'ed up situation... only for Lucy to realize Chris is bleeding out.

Tim calls it in without hesitation, and the last thing we see is a terrified Lucy calling out to her greatest comfort (even if she's too scared to admit it)—Tim.

Looking into the Future (since this is a REWIND Meta)

Now... am I glad they didn't start their relationship like this? Hell, yeah. I love that they had the time to step back from this and get to a point where they realized they both wanted it all.

It's not about sex. Yes, that's a part of it. But, this is about two souls crying out for one another and not yet speaking the same language.

They've spent years learning, but that type of love is a lifelong pursuit... and you have to get on the same page, first.

Lucy and Tim aren't there, yet, in this episode. Yes, this episode pushes them closer to one another and those moments to come. It's essential to the development of their relationship. It's another step on their path...

As always, thanks for reading (and persuading me to do this... I do love writing Metas and Chenford make it easy!). Hope to see you on the next!

[soupbabe]

Halloween Costume Shopping with Paul Dano Characters

Featuring: Klitz, Hank Thompson, and Louis Ives

Issuing my formal apology for not posting Dano content in months 😔 accept some seasonal posting

Timothy Klitz

- You had to bribe him in driving you to a Halloween store

- Klitz doesn't really care about or celebrate Halloween

- He's the kind of guy to just set out a bowl on his porch, watch a horror movie or two, and call it a night

- So he's just kind of standing there listening while you ramble about potential Halloween ideas

- If you're at a store where you can try the costumes on, Klitz will be more than happy to rate each costume

- Omg omg imagine surprising him with one of those sexy Halloween costumes

- Gave him a whole heart attack /pos

- "is sexy Mario really necessary?"

- If you suggest a couples costume, he'd get so flustered!! Maybe he'll pitch in with a couple of ideas too

- Though he'd rather die than do a pun costume or those cheap, foam, screen printed costume

Hank Thompson

- Oh he adores Halloween!! The costumes are his favorite part

- It'd be September and he's asking for couple costume ideas

- Hank loves the stupid costumes, he doesn't care if they're niche or make sense at all

- His ideas have ranged from drag, Muppet Treasure Island, and even original characters

- Eventually it was decided that your costumes would be Jurassic Park theme

- He's Jeff Goldblum while you get the Trex costume <3

- The planning process is very chaotic, his second favorite part of Halloween is the stores

- Literally y'all have to budget or else he'd buy everything within his vicinity

- As long as he can get a tacky skeleton and an itchy and tangled wig he will be happy

Louis Ives

- At first I'd imagine the idea of you and her going out in costumes making her a bit nervous, but she quickly finds herself to be in her element!!

- She visibly relaxes once she starts seeing all of the costume displays and gives her ideas immediately

- Louis prefers if you stay with her during shopping, she values your thoughts highly

- Both of you don't really care much about matching, I think the both of you prioritize your interests than being scary or corny

- Like she's definitely using Halloween to feel more true to who she is, testing the waters of going out in fem wear

- As per usual, she gravitated more towards the more revealing costumes

- Like !! Imagine she turns her head to ask about some raunchy vampire costume and without hesitation you promised that you'd buy it for her

- That made her fall in love with you all over again omg

- I think you both spend a lot of time looking at the makeup and wigs

- tbh she loves that part of the store, it's a lot less awkward for her and there's no judgement when she goes up to the counter with 3 different hair styles she's excited to try on when she gets home

[always-andromeda]

NSFW Alphabet | Percy Dolarhyde

Percy Dolarhyde x fem!Reader

Author's Note | just gonna say here, I give full credit to @diveintothedanoverse for their characterization of Percy as a bratty sub. I read their nsfw alphabet for him a while ago and I cannot see him as anything else now! ...I swear...Percy is so punchable. and kissable. also, I feel like this is just my thing now. just projecting all of my very personal headcanons onto these characters and HOPING it makes sense to y'all. these are so fun to randomly write and dump out. like sorry, this is y’all’s problem now lol.

Warnings | smut under the cut! minors, please don't interact!!

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

What about this man would tell you that he is at all competent when it comes to aftercare??? I see him just like patting you afterwards though. Like if you're on top and you fall forward on his chest, he'll just slowly pat your back. If he's on top then he'll lay between your legs, head on your stomach, squeezing your thigh. He really likes murmuring good girl. Even if you just finished completely dominating him. It makes him feel secure in his masculinity. But other than that, he is just pretty damn negligent unless he wants to be cuddled or something.

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

Percy is totally an ass man. Sometimes you'll be in public with him and he'll just put his hand casually on your ass. You look at him with an expression that says, Now? Are you kidding? He looks back, confused, and says What? And you realize that sometimes, he just really likes feeling it. It has a similar effect on him to a stress ball.

On himself, he likes his hands. Likes how his long lithe fingers look wrapped around his gun AND shoved inside of you up to his knuckles. He ESPECIALLY likes the way they look when you're licking them clean for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will cum anywhere, but I really think he enjoys cumming on your back or your stomach most. This man is most definitely very dirty and pervy and just loves seeing the result of what you do to him all spilled over your skin. It's like an extra reward for him.

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

He wants you to spit on him so bad. Oh so bad. Like one night you're on top of him and his mouth is agape, midway through a moan. You go to kiss him with your open mouth and as soon as he tastes you he whines, spit on me, baby and it makes you slow for a second, wondering if he's joking until he says just fuckin' do it, fuckin' spit on me and you are on it right away. It lands right above his upper lip and drips down and he's licking at his lips just to get another taste. And because you seem so okay with it, he now asks you to spit IN his mouth too.

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

Contrary to popular belief, I do not think Percy fucks all that much. I think everyone in town is so exasperated by him that he's seen more as a public nuisance than a sexy, cocky bastard. I can imagine him having a few notches on his belt from strangers long since passed. But I don't think any of them were all that fulfilling or really showed him much about sex. So he goes into sex with you knowing the bare mechanics of it, but he definitely has to work at keeping it fresh and fun for you both.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes taking you from behind most often. Against a wall! Over a table! Over the counter! God, he loves the spontaneity of being able to just bend you over and go to town. Added perks: he gets to pull on your hair, he can reach a hand around and rub at your clit, AND he gets to whisper all sorts of dirty little things in your ear.

When he's being a needy little brat he NEEDS you to ride him, though. He's a simple man with simple needs! And sometimes he just needs you to completely ravish him with attention and take control of his entire being. And it is SO easy to make him fold. Like if he gets home too late and you're scolding him for missing dinner, he's basically begging you to just sit on his lap and give him kisses. But you both know by the way he's groaning as you settle down that he doesn't just want kisses!

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

He's actually kind of serious. But it's just because he likes having sex so much. Like he'll get worked up so much that he just wants to fuck now and doesn't like being made to wait. So yeah, he'll tease you but it comes from a place of PURE lust, not humor.

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

This man...he is so musty and greasy all the time that I don't think he even cares that he has such a huge bush. Y'all are gonna hate me for this, but I feel like sometimes you gotta make him get cleaned up. He'll be trying to start something and you'll say, Darling, I love you, but you smell like a massive lump of cow shit. And he'll be so frustrated that you won't touch him that he will march away like an absolute child and reluctantly bathe himself muttering about how you're such a nag. But he will NOT get rid of the bush. I'd see him feeling so strange being hairless or even just trimmed, like it's a punch to his masculinity. He can't really grow even facial hair so the bush is almost compensation for it.

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

He isn't romantic unless he's drunk. The majority of the time it's his hot breath on your neck and his fingers leaving bruises as he pounds into you. But if he comes home late from the saloon, he can be a very lovable drunk. He scoops you up in his arms and twirls you around a little, slurring about how much he loves you. How grateful he is that you chose a terrible guy like him. How he doesn't deserve you. Then he says he'll show you that he deserves you.

Those are the only times he properly makes love instead of just fucking. He'll lay you down and leave wet, open mouthed kisses all over you until he enters you slowly and steadily thrusts. His technique is a bit unfocused even at the best of times so he's kind of all over the place. But with the little grunts he makes and the way he lifts your legs over his shoulders so he can really get in at a good angle, you're a wreck. You have to fully appreciate these little moments though because they are few and far between.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is an almost compulsive masturbator. Especially after he meets you. He assumes that you despise him too much to ever want him sexually. But really, only half of that equation is true. But until you tell him that, he takes care of himself. A lot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Say it with me, folks: de-gra-da-tion. Percy is sort of a glutton for punishment. It's humiliating being dominated by a woman like yourself. But it makes him so hot under the collar when you put him in his place. 

Even before you're with him, he feels that shameful but delicious burn of your harsh words. He's tormenting the townspeople again and you're so sick of it. When you're striding furiously out of your place of work to give him a piece of your mind, he begins, smirking, You know who my father is. So you better watch that pretty mouth of yours, little lady. And you say quickly and without hesitation, I don't give a shit who your father is, Dolarhyde. He should keep you in the mud with the rest of his cattle.

And he wants to be hurt. GOD, he wants to pull out his gun and threaten to shoot you if you don't apologize. But his knees shake. His mouth hangs open as he falters to speak. And after you turn on your heel and walk away, he goes home and takes care of the painful erection you gave him. He imagines it's your own hand edging him and pretends you're whispering You really are such a pathetic man, Dolarhyde. You're lucky I don't throw your sorry ass into the mud either.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere! Percy has absolutely no respect for public property! You think he's gonna chicken out of fucking you behind the saloon? Absolutely not. It kind of turns him on knowing that people suck up to him so much that he could literally be having sex with you in public and no one will say shit about it to him. Perks of being the Dolarhyde boy!!!! In short, be careful if you're teasing him in public because there's not much of a chance that he's gonna take the time to take you home first.

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

This man might as well be on all the time. 

He is very into the back and forth, though. The light teasing that you inflict on each other. He loves seeing who can make the other one fold under the pressure. Spoiler: it's usually him. You cross the line and he wants to be angry, but really he is putty in your hands. That's when he gets impatient and just wants you to let him release some of the pressure.

Truly, he doesn't get ready, he STAYS ready.

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

I see him being very against including weapons or anything to hurt you. Especially if it draws blood. I think the sight of blood really bothers him in particular and I can't imagine him wanting to actually hurt you.

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

You best be joking if you think he's going to make a habit out of going down on you. He has to REALLY want it. Sometimes he’ll be EXTRA reluctant because he really likes hearing you beg for it. Hey, you can literally make him crumble with a few touches, so he's gotta pay you back somehow. It's literally one of the only things he can hold against you. 

Don't get him STARTED on receiving though. He loves getting sucked off so much. Especially loves when you take control of him and just start unbuckling his trousers out of nowhere. He loves the whole ritual of it. Him gathering your hair back and twisting it around his hand. Throws his head back and whines when he feels your throat constricting around him. He feels so comfortable being completely at your mercy as you tease him.

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

Percy is fast and rough the majority of the time. He really is the kind of guy who will just bend you over and unbuckle himself just enough so he can get his cock out. He is so spontaneous, it's not even funny. His harshness can edge on feeling like he's just using you to get off, but believe me, he wants you to get off too. That's half of the gratification for him, being that good at making you cum so quickly.

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

This man practically functions on quickies. Especially in the mornings when he goes off to work for his father's business. He'll wake up with morning wood and say Wanna take care of me? And you roll your eyes, knowing that if you blue ball him, he's gonna be such a brat when he gets home later. But he looks at you with that shit eating grin and glassy eyes and you're wrapping your hand around his hard cock, even though he doesn't need to be warmed up. Then you're sinking down on him, your nightgown covering up all the action and brushing over his legs. You're bouncing up and down, grazing your nails across his abdomen as he lets out high pitched whines.

And as soon as he's just finished cumming, your touch is gone and you're up, already getting dressed and telling him, You better get up or else you're gonna be late. And maybe that works him up even more than if you'd outright refused him. The fact that you could so easily service him and then go about your day. But he wouldn't have it any other way!

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

Percy likes risk to a certain degree. Like he enjoys semi-publicly railing you and kind of enjoys the thought of being caught in the act. Especially because he knows that no one will actually stop him. But if you ever include stuff like pain and choking, you gotta take it slow with him. Like I think he'd actually enjoy it a bit if you just ease him into it.

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

He's pretty young and restless so his stamina is pretty high. Can easily go like three to four rounds in a row. He also can last pretty long. He really likes when you edge him too, so he will hold out until he absolutely can't anymore.

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

Probably not (also we’re in the old west here, they don’t just casually have like Hitachi magic wands hanging around). I could imagine him occasionally getting into being bound with rope though. Like if you tie him to the bed so he can't touch you, he will throw the biggest fit but also be so into feeling that powerless as you jump his bones.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man loves to tease. Like I said, it's the only thing he has over you because you tease him far more than he ever thought he'd be willing to allow. When he goes down on you...he is so mean. Deep laughter rumbles through his chest as he kisses and nips at your thighs, completely avoiding where you want him to be. So he teases you to feel just a bit more powerful. 

He plays it so tough, shooting that gun off whenever he can. Who would've thought that the spoiled Dolarhyde boy would be so itching for attention that you've easily got him draped over your bed, broken whines and curses spilling out of his lewd mouth as you slowly jerk him off. You tease him to put him in his place.

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

He grunts and groans a decent amount but if you’re domming him, get ready for one hell of a show. He falls to actual pieces once you apply any sort of pressure to him. Just a mess of whines and whimpers. Common phrases include: oh, darlin', you're killin' me and please let me cum, sweetheart.

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

He struggles with feeling unwanted, especially with how his father neglected him growing up. It's partly why he's such an ass to everyone else. No one can hurt you if you hurt them first. But you don't play that game with him and it intrigues him. He actually TRIES to make you like him. He's not good at it, but he's also not used to it.

So when you actually start liking him back, he is elated. But he'll never let you know that. He is cool as a cucumber, just skirting around how he feels and then acts like it was all your idea if you end up confessing feelings to each other. I'm not that irresistible, am I, honey? And you roll your eyes at him, knowing that he doesn't put nearly this much effort into relationships with anyone else. 

You really have to be emotionally competent enough to pull his head out of his ass. I think you'd have to make the first move on him. Otherwise, he will just keep teasing you and elevating the tension since he really doesn't know how to properly act on it.

He'll be getting up in your face and trying to get under your skin when you kiss him out of nowhere. And for a second, he is taken aback, before he pulls you closer and embraces it. He'll go completely wild when he realizes that it's not just him getting so worked up.

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

Maybe I'm just projecting my personal view here BUT this man is HUNG. Like I'd say a good seven inches hard. You also KNOW he has that good old upward curve. This man can hit it just right basically every time.

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

Percy's labido is insane. Like you expect him to be a little bit of a perverted bastard because he is such a troublemaker, but he is incessant. He is a nuisance and a menace and you hate him but you love him. Not a day goes by where he isn't trying to paw at you. Even if you both have to work on a given day, he will finagle his way into a situation where he's got you cornered so he can get some business done. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Percy only really gets sleepy afterwards if he's drunk. Even if it's nighttime and you're all in bed, he will stay up just a little longer, mostly so he can tease you about how hard he made you cum or about how needy you are. He'll just lay there, caressing your thigh and making himself laugh over how worn out you are. Typically, he won't fall asleep until you do. But when you do...he gets very soft very quickly. He'll just look at you and really, fully comprehend how lucky he is. Deep down, he knows that he's trouble; the thorn in everyone's side. So he falls asleep, on the brink of tears and so in love.

[lemony-snickers]

Any tips for writing romantic smut plz?

Like super loving and sweet and beautiful and genuine and emotional and somehow also sexy.

oh goodness, i have no idea saldfjas;dfj

probably by now y'all know i actually don't think i write anything well, especially smut. it's why i haven't written much of it in a long time.

my best advice (and i'm not saying it's good advice, just the only advice i can give) is to focus on the feelings and emotions as much as possible.

how does it feel? does your skin tingle, your stomach twist? do the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end? and does that make you shiver, make it feel like someone just dropped an ice cube down the back of your shirt?

or is it warm like sinking into a bath? like soft, freshly warmed dough? is it comfortable? or does it make your teeth ache, your body writhe against the will of your brain? does it seem as if a thousand small needles are pricking against your skin all at once?

and how do you feel about it? are your thoughts so singularly focused it' like you're staring down a microscope? or are they tumultuous, a storm, a thousand twisted threads knotting together?

which sense is most stimulated? scent or sight or taste? if so, then what do you smell or see? what lingers on your tongue?

i think it's easy to get caught up in the physicality of sex when trying to write smut, you know? who was on top or how long the cock was or whether the folds were wet or puffy. but what makes sex really, really good (on the rare occasions when it is) is not the mechanics. it's how it makes your heart explode in your chest or how your skin is on fire or your insides impatiently squirm because you cannot get enough of your partner. it's how you scream because it's the only sound that comes close to articulating how full and happy and sated you are. it's the sweetness of a kiss or the sting of teeth and nails. the overwhelming sense of cosmic certainty that you are exactly where you're meant to be with exactly who you're meant to be with, the dizzy satisfaction as you catch your breath after.

and if you focus on trying to capture those sensations and emotions, i think you'll get that much closer to making your readers really fall into the story and experience everything you want them to.

i don't know if that helps, but i wish you very happy writing, anon. <3

[panther-os]

Thoughts on Episode 5, Phee, and Shipping:

I love Phee, so first of all, jot that down.

That being said, I didn't really like this episode. Part of that is me being biased, because I wrote one (1) Tech/Phee fic and got myself attached, and their interactions in the first five minutes were promising enough to disappoint later, but a greater part is... where's the beginning, middle, and end? What's the point of the story? What plot has been pushed forward or what character has developed?

You could define the beginning, middle, and end by their location - ord mantell, inside the mech, inside the mech bridge - but that's not the plot. If the purpose was just finding the Heart of the Mountain, why did they have to leave it? Because stealing is bad? We got to see more Phee and I'm grateful for that, but the only thing that's really changed about the characters is Hunter's gone from not liking Phee to tolerating her. Are we going to find out why next episode?

My worry, biased and all, is that they're going to shoehorn in a Hunter/Phee romance where it doesn't make sense. If Hunter and Phee get more time together and a relationship that develops in a way that makes sense for the characters and the story, great! I will continue shipping Hunter/Echo and Tech/Phee and canon can suck my dick as always, but I won't be upset at the show. If there's no romance at all and it was all just rumors, I'm cool with that. If it's something that winds up crammed down our throats no matter the actual dynamic because "main character" and "pretty human he's not related to", I'm gonna be pissed.

I was also saying in response to last week's episode that I was really hoping for more character-focused episodes. This was not it. The main characters were very obviously Phee and Omega, with Omega in the role of the Wide-Eyed Wunderkind and Phee as the World-Wise Wench. We don't actually learn anything about Phee - her hopes, dreams, goals, character. The whole episode focused on her being intuitive and a treasure hunter and a storyteller - and at no point was any of that expanded or built upon from the exact impressions we got in her very first scene. It was more an advertisement of her skills than anything else. Nothing about Omega's character was changed, she was simply a crutch for the Phee advertisement instead of a sexy lamp (in the trope way, y'all, don't be gross) like the rest of the batch. In some ways, it felt like she got negative character development - like she was suddenly early Season 1 Omega again.

Maybe the point was to paralell Supply Run. Omega is safe with Phee like she isn't with Fennec - the last adult human woman to play a major role in the batch's lives other than the Martez sisters who were already proven allies to the audience (and if I shipped Hunter with any adult human woman it would be Rafa, but that's neither here nor there). But there were better ways to have shown that. Maybe the point was to set the batch up for more treasure hunting adventures in the rest of the season. Maybe that's important enough to need context later on. But there were better ways to have done that.

I'm also worried that if this episode is completely filler and irrelevant to the rest of the season, that's going to reflect on how fans treat Phee, which is going to impact whether or not we see her again. I'd really like to see her again - in this show or in others - but that's not going to happen if the writers and showrunners make all her screen time extraneous to the plot.

TL;DR: We have no plot, no point, no character development, just a handful of things that might be relevant later on and already concerning treatment of a promising Black female character by the production team. And I, personally, have a gut feeling we're going to get a poorly written romance that may very well actually doom the show if people react to it like they have to this episode.

But there's always next week, and I will choose to have hope things improve until they noticeably don't. 🤞

[hopeymchope]

'Inescapable' just made me experience something I've never felt before.

I have never, EVER before felt diversity or representation in media was something "forced." And I've always been QUITE bitchy towards people who say things like that. In my experience, people who complain of diversity/representation in fiction being "forced" are usually the same people who use "woke" as an insult, and they can fuck RIGHT OFF. I did not and could not see that as possible, because all representation is good, right? We should work to reflect the increasing diversity of our world in our media, of course. That can't be an objectionable thing..............

UNTIL!

Until the visual novel "Inescapable" immediately followed up a character's death AND another character taking a bullet for our POV characte (a.k.a. Harrison) AND a major "family member abuduction/blackmail" subplot event WITH:

"HOLD UP, these two women who've barely exchanged any words on-screen are TOTES IN LOVE and every character somehow knew it already (even Harrison, despite the fact that we never so much as hinted at this). AND NOW! One of them is going to approach your player character to discuss the realities of asexuality with you for half a day, completely unprompted. BUCKLE UP."

And just like that, I was brutally struck with tonal/narrative whiplash. I guess diversity really can feel "forced" if you (A) bring it up really late in your story, (B) at a weirdly inappropriate time, and (C) make claims about it that aren't supported by the story beforehand.

Based on what, Harrison??? Based on fucking WHAT?!

I'm left with the impression our devs realized LATE in development that they wanted to include more representation of the LGBTQ+ community. Hey — a noble goal! And the game already has an overt non-binary character, so it makes sense to push that farther. But rather than go back and edit what they'd done to build up to this or make the representation evident from the jump, it feels like they just... shoehorned these events into the late-game of one, maybe two routes in an extremely awkward fashion. The end result, to me, is a feeling of "Did y'all just forget that the world is burning down around us??? Is this REALLY the time for this?" in addition to that aforementioned issue of "Waitwaitwait, what do you mean all the characters find this obvious?!" (This does not at all align with their observations on one of these characters up to this point, but I'll circle back to that. Just give me a few more paragraphs.) "If this 'obviousness' is really the case, shouldn't it be something the player/reader could've seen SOME hints toward?" It's especially wild as fuck to suggest that fucking Harrison saw this coming... again, despite ALL evidence being to the contrary (don't worry; I'll circle back to that, too. Right after the next three paragraphs.)

I think there'd be value in having this representation appear EARLIER in the story. Not just for foreshadowing, but because it would increase the changes of players actually SEEING this representation! (As it stands, it's locked behind certain routes only.) Or at least maybe, y'know, make this part of the story when people aren't literally dying around us. Let me postulate some ways you could've at least built a little towards this: Maybe sometimes we catch the two ladies talking privately about something before we enter the room, and we know nothing else. Few people would assume they were being flirty or whatever, but if they were often paired off during our Free Time while you were looking for people to talk to? It'd become a very vague foreshadowing, which I think is better than nothing. Or, if you just want there to be some gay representation earlier in the story: Given how often one person in the cast comments on other cast members being "hot/sexy," have one of these girls throw in their agreement one time. These seem like solid bare-minimum hint ideas. Far better would be making their connection "obvious" to the player if it's going to be so obvious to the characters, y'know??

Not sure how you could foreshadow the asexuality very casually, though. I think you keep that reveal/discussion exactly the same except you move it to a place where it doesn't feel like we're talking about our petty personal matters while the surrounding world is burning. However, call me crazy, but I think it would've been cool to see Harrison, our player character, be the asexuality representative. That way A) it could come up much earlier in the story because we're privy to his internal thoughts, so it'd be easy and natural to do. Plus B) it'd be a GREAT excuse to get rid of all the moments in which Harrison thinks about/comments on boobs and breasts, which IMO are his least-likable, grossest moments. :P

So let me be clear: It's not that diversity and representation is ever a bad goal. It's just... y'know, it usually feels kind of natural. Because people are so varied and different by nature. We have so many skin colors, ethnicities, genders, sexualities, disabilities, etc that ofc it's cool to see that reflected in our fiction. The issue is that this VN goes out of its way to make these reveals/conversations feel completely left-field based on what precedes and surrounds them. It indeed feels "forced" as things stand. But HOLD UP.... maybe this was done on purpose???????

ALL RIGHT, IT'S CIRCLE-BACK TIME! Before I can share my theory on why maybe this was intentional, I must firstexplain both "why all preceding evidence was actually against this reveal" AND "why there's no way I believe their feelings were so 'obvious' to everyone else." Here's the background info: During the preceding literal hours of the VN, Harrison and one of the two lesbians in question have had numerous scenes of the two of them alone at night, often sitting on the beach, saying some pretty sweet/intimate things to each other (Actual Dialogue: "Whenever you're not by my side, I miss you. I miss... us.") under the moonlight while she awkwardly looks away and brushes her hair behind her ear, blushing. This woman is also the person who took a bullet for Harrison. This is our guy's go-to confidant, and it's easy to see them forming a real connection... a connection that seems like it could easily be developing towards a blatantly canon romance by the end. It would be a logical direction to take given that we regularly read Harrison's inner thoughts regarding the friends he's lost and how he can't picture anyone ever wanting to be in a relationship with him. (Side Note: By the end of this game, there are definitely routes where Harrison makes close friends. But there are zero routes where anyone ever wants to be with him, so I guess he was right about that?) And right after his closest confidant takes that bullet, during her recovery? You think they're going to have an intense heart-to-heart about their feelings. And they kind of do, becuse THAT'S when we learn she only has eyes for this other woman. In truth, her and Harrison? Why, we're told they're just good friends! And as to the other problem with the anti-foreshadowing of this relationship: The fact that the characters think her and the other girl's feelings for each other were "obvious" rings as horse shit in this context because (and again, this is all throughout the preceding hours of the game) characters have repeatedly observed that the non-confidant lesbian is isolated, all-business, cold, clinical, unemotional, etc. Kinda weird to now act like she wears her heart on her sleeve, innit?

With the preceding paragraph in mind: Why do I think this weird writing might be on purpose? Let me preface by saying: Look, I understand I might be really reaching with this theory. Maybe everything herein is just symptomatic of the lesbian/asexuality representation being inserted into the narrative at the 11th hour. It could also be symptomatic of the fact that for some reason, the characterizations/personalities of the cast are not remotely consistent across each route/ending — which causes weird dissonance on multiple occasions. But as a counterpoint, I POSTULATE THIS: Perhaps the devs were actually reverse-queerbaiting (straightbaiting...?) to make a larger point about queerbaiting in media. I think they might've been intentionally building to a straight ship just to RIP IT AWAY like that never happened and we-must've-been-fooling-ourselves-lol, because that has happened so many times to so many seemingly-queer-but-WHOOPS-not-really-don't-be-silly characters in media.

And if that's ACTUALLY why this is written this way? Well, I can't say it's a 100% successful gambit, but that does at leat make it a respectable one. In that context, it's bold, clever, shocking, and kind of hilarious.

P.S. The next time these devs want to have more diversity/representation? Maybe they shouldn't include only ONE POC among a cast supposedly pulled from all across Europe. These devs are FROM Europe, so I'd kind of think they'd know there's a lot more than just assorted crackers sprinkled across the continent... ??

[mermaidsirennikita]

Who are some of your favourite Historical Romance heroes? (This doesn't have to be a recommendation post, although that's always appreciated, just wanted to give you a chance to talk about your favs)

Aww, thank you! I do have a good number of favorites.

Derek Craven, Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas--Always and forever, such an archetypal hero. I was just re-reading his complete meltdown after he believes Sara is dead and it's just... perfect. I love that he's this self made man who's trained himself to be super smooth and domineering and competent, but he completely loses his marbles around her. One of my favorite scenes in the book is when her ex shows up at her parents' house when they're meeting Derek for the first time, and he accuses Sara of being filled with "insatiable lust" and Derek like, physically throws him out of the house and is like "WHAT THE FUCK DID HE MEAN 'INSATIABLE LUST'" and she's all "he meant my insatiable lust for you, dearest". While her dad just watches.

Sebastian St. Vincent, Devil in Winter by Lisa Kleypas--Another archetypal hero because Kleypas just... nails a hero. Whereas Derek Craven is the archetypal brutish self made man who's soft for his heroine (but not his dick... that's very much hard) St. Vincent is the archetypal slutty slut slutty scoundrel, Theeee Rake. A standout moment for HIM is the "I'M SEBASTIAN ST. VINCENT I CAN'T BE CELIBATE". I think what's great about Sebastian is that he's truly such a piece of shit in Lillian's book (while also being super hot) but he grows in a very natural manner in his own.

Kev Merripen, Seduce Me At Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas--A truly self-loathing man who hates himself and his lust and basically everything about himself. I really enjoy a hero who hates himself, and honestly, I don't know if there's a Kleypas hero who hates himself more than Kev. I think his story is really bold in that he does something kinda shitty and reprehensible, but it makes total emotional sense and he has to come back from that and become deserving of Win.

Dorian Blackwell, The Highwayman by Kerrigan Byrne--He's..... so hot. And so wounded. And so hot. And he hates himself so much. I just love him. I love the way he wears an eyepatch sometimes; I love the way he wears leather gloves always; I love that he has a voyeurism kink; I love that he likes to tie Farah up so she can't touch him during sex; I love that he hates himself for fucking her roughly but then gets super into it when he realizes she's super into it; I love that he's just like "yeah I killed those people" super casually because it doesn't register to him that This Is Bad. I remember literally having to put this book down at points because I was overwhelmed by how much I loved it, and while I adore Farah, Dorian is the piece de resistance of the book.

Carlton "Cutter" Morley, Seducing A Stranger by Kerrigan Byrne--I think Byrne does such an amazing job with this hero. Because he really shouldn't work in his own book. Cutter (who's just Inspector Carlton Morley at that point because you've gotta unlock his secret past) is the uptight good guy to Dorian's sexy bad boy, and he should just STAY that way. And he keeps popping up in the series to be like "CAN Y'ALL STOP DOING CRIME" and it should be annoying. But he like.... Clearly is just waiting to cut loose. And when he finally does it is wild and supremely hot, and I just do love a starchy hero who loses his shit when he finally meets the woman who undoes him. He shoots, he scores.

Ransom Seymour ("Ainsley"), Waking Up with The Duke by Lorraine Heath--My fucking cinnamon apple....... Ransom is always the voice of reason in the first two books of the series he's in, and when it's revealed that he's actually been a pining mess over his best friend's wife (who hates him) the entire time... It's too much. He's like this total gentleman of a hero, while also fucking like a champ. And he buys flowers from little street urchins, overpaying of course. Be still my heart.

Henry Stanford, When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath--Dude. He's a sad widower who was once a virtuous man? He was a virgin when he married his late wife? But now he is like... Shit. This guy was really fucking hot. All the self loathing hot. And of course, the immortal "I want to taste rum on lips" moment (he replaced his carpet after... it's fine). His total deluded justification of debauching the virginal innocent 19 year old family friend? His refusal to believe he can ever love again? GOD.

Jack Dodger, Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath--The dude who is probably the reason why the above dude is such a fucking DOG, because he was raised by Jack Dodger and it's fine. Jack is such a good self made scoundrel hero, and I'm not too proud to say he made me shed a tear. He has such a sad past, and he's like this deeply good guy wrapped up in a very hot bad boy package. Also: the heroine sees his dick and passes out. So. Like.

Griffith Stanwick, Scoundrel of My Heart by Lorraine Heath--Another hero who's like "I'm so bad, I have such a chip on my shoulder" when he's actually a fucking puppy. Griffith defies my distrust of a second son hero and literally embraces it, while at the same time being this deeply wounded guy who doesn't feel like he can offer the heroine what she deserves. It's catnip.

Colin Sandhurst, A Week to Be Wicked by Tessa Dare--Such a good fun hero, Like, he's got his damage, but he's a good time and clearly a great lay, and I think he was a great conduit for Tessa Dare's sense of humor. He has some of the best lines about his heroine being a sword swallower... that were ever written.

Griffin York, Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa Dare--A HOT SAD BOY. I love a hot sad boy. And this hot sad boy ruins his own life because of like, a legitimately awful tragedy in his past. Some heroes don't have good tragic backstories, but like... Jesus this is... a tragic backstory. I really felt for him, he just tugs at the heartstrings. I would compare him a lot to Ransom Seymour, in that they're both much deeper than they initially seem, and are also extremely hot dukes who will fuck the heroine's shit UP.

Preston Clarke, The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe--This guy... This motherfucker... First of all, has a delightfully pitiful grovel that I loved so much. But also, he's just such a good example of that titan of industry that you want from a Shupe hero? He's a bit brutal and blunt and likes to be called "my king", which... I wasn't mad at. And he was completely bowled over by his heroine.

Clay Madden, The Prince of Broadway by Joanna Shupe--A dangerous hero who wants revenge but plays himself. What's not to like? Clay is super sexy, and at the same time super sad. He's a classic alpha hero who gets in the way of his own happiness. And he legitimately comes off as someone who could fuck people up in a bar fight, while also like, whispering soliloquies about nymphs in his heroine's ear while fingering her. Great job.

Julian Haywood, The Earl I Ruined by Scarlett Peckham--What can I say? I love a dom hero. And Julian is very explicitly a dom (like, professionally) but is also uptight and intense and wants to be admired and seen as an upstanding gentleman. He has these insecurities that make him hold back, but he's been longing for the heroine for soooo long. It's a deadly combination.

Michael Lawler, A Rogue By Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean--God, an asshole. Bourne is just a douchebag. He tricks the heroine into marriage for personal gain... But also because he's secretly in love with her, probably. He has to be completely broken down before he can be worthy of her, which is what I truly love in a hero. I adore a broken man.

Henry, Duke of Clayborn, Heartbreaker by Sarah MacLean--Bro I can't.... get into why exactly I love him... Because this book isn't out yet. But suffice to say there's a scene where he does something and she responds to it and he's like "we'll revisit that at a later time" and it has been stuck in my head ever since I read it.

Galen Vachon, Indigo by Beverly Jenkins--THIS FUCKING GUY. He's so hot, and he's so gone for her early in the book? Like, he's a classic rake but he knows that he wants Hester and he's not fucking around. And he's so seductive? But he does offer one of the most magnificent grand gestures I've ever read in my entire life.

Anyway, these are not all of them but they are some of my top faves!

[no-romo-hoes]

Whether or not I would date you based on your alignment!

(Keep in mind I'm aligned with the Desolation, but I do not speak for all who worship the flame)

The Buried: Hell yes. I live for that sense of stability and comfort, and there's no one better at hugging than The Buried.

The Hunt: mmmm nah. To be honest, you wouldn't want to date me either, we'd probably just hook up once and never chat again. That, or you'd only want me if I didn't want you back, and that's always annoying.

The Eye: haha lol no. You'd either be too busy with your studies to pay attention to me, or you'd make it your personal mission to know everything there is to know about me. Both are not ideal.

The Slaughter: I wanna say no. I really, really, really wanna say no. And that's all I'll say on the matter.

The Vast: I wanna say yes, you guys are always such beautiful souls, and I can totally understand the drifting further and further away from reality, but goddamnit please listen when I'm talking. And actually pretend like you care about me as a person. please.

The Spiral: YES. Man, y'all are sexy. Not just because the Distortion is a fine piece of [REDACTED], and not just because I have a very sexy Spiral friend that looks exactly like Michael, but also because y'all are just so fun. There's never a dull moment with you. So yeah, date me please.

The Stranger: ehhhhhhh. Not really? I feel like you need to figure out what the f**k your personality is. And while you're at it, stop playing f**king show tunes in the car, I wanna listen to something else. Like, ANYTHING ELSE.

The Corruption: Well yes, but actually no. I know y'all are super loving, like, you would still love me even if I physically abused you for fun (I wouldn't but y'know), but I'm messy enough as it is. I don't need muddy footprints all over the house and mould on the bathroom mirror. Still love you though, Jane Prentiss is sexy af.

The Dark: I have no feelings for followers of the Divine Host. I don't know enough about the Dark to have an opinion. I apologise for those who align with this one, but really I have nothing to go on.

The Desolation: absolutely. but also no. I know all my flaws well, and I couldn't bear to see them in someone else. But also you have passion, you love people (however few people that is), and you fight for them. Your protectiveness is admirable, not to mention really hot (pun intended).

The Web: NO. I am way too susceptible to manipulation, especially guilt tripping, and I would gaslight myself into thinking you're perfect. But once I admit you're manipulating me, I will hate you more than I have hated anyone ever before.

The Flesh: Oh god no. Either you have so much body dysphoria it becomes your whole personality, or you're just a gym rat. I pity both of those options.

The End: Oh yes. Ohhhhhh yes. I have no idea why, but yes.

The Lonely: Nah. I need attention. You wouldn't want to hang out with me anyway.

The Extinction: Um.

[veritable-trash]

Honey Rye

Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x F!Reader(yeehawwwwww)

Words: 1.1k babeyyyyy

Warning: just a wittle smut, a sprinkle a dash, but all sweet and loving i know nothing else <333

A/N: HI OH MY GOD... so apologies for disappearing random friends who might be reading this i just was having a hard time. surprise i have a job that sometimes sucks butt and just general stress that sometimes sucks butt and i was just feeling very shitty about my writing and had no ideas and was like you are dumb why are you doing this throw it all away so i like sorta did that. and THEN! TODAY! i felt randomly inspired :)))) i still think this isn't really all that good but i threw up some words and put them into sentences and you know what??? that's good enough for me :))) i missed this shit, missed seeing nice people on this site and reading good things and enjoying this little craft that i'm trying to be consistent about. so i'm back with this i make no promises of more because god only knows what my brain will do. ok i shut up now please enjoy jack being my other comfort pedro obviously after my king javi(the og one don't y'all forget) love you my sweets hope everyone's week was a least just a little bit divine just for you ;)

(i understand this isn't jack BUT it like fits the vibe so just pretend it is ok???)

He was breathtaking.

Almost painfully so. All hard edges, gritty lines, features carved from marble that was probably secretly obsidian underneath. Eyes that singed you, wrapped you in a white knuckle grip of lust. Left you melted on the pavement as if it was peak August and you were some child's abandoned popsicle, but boy did you love being that popsicle.

Because it meant you could be like this. Both nude, skin to skin, his temple pressed to your sternum, you explaining how confusing it was that someone as beautiful, rugged, sexy as him would be gracing your bed. It was always said with a huf of a laugh, but the words were still digs into your softest parts.

And he knew all of that and yet he still wanted you. Feasted on your smile, your laugh. How your eyes glinted just shy of silver when he caught your stare across the room.

It made him want to crawl on his knees, across glass, through deserts. Worship at the altar of a goddess that graced his bed every night and made him yearn for forever and every single second of now.

The way you tucked your hair behind your ear left him breathless, tripping over his words, wishing he could enchant you with some spell so you would be his for eternity.

He didn't even need whiskey in his system to be belligerent. Your fingertips brushing against his palm, ghosting on the pulse pounding in his wrist got him there just as fast.

Jack was just like that when it came to you. Heart raw and beating, no longer on his sleeve but in a glass box that you kept on your bedside table. Like he needed you to know he was all yours, would always be yours. That he didn't need to protect his heart because if it wasn't with you it didn't matter.

How could anyone want to love you so openly, so freely? How could Agent Whiskey of all people be this unabashedly infatuated with some no name nobody?

He'd shut you up with a kiss and his fingers on your clit if he ever heard you say that out loud. Would make you try to say it again, but you never could. His touch made the crease between your brow melt, made you forget every fear and worry because every touch felt like it was clawing into your heart claiming it, staking himself deep within its chambers.

He could sense when the thoughts started to crawl in. Capture the light in your eyes and hide it from him. When they would convince you that things were too perfect. Too easy. That he was playing you for a fool and the Punk'd team would come out at any second to film tears streaming down your face as everyone laughed at you for believing a love like this was real.

His gaze would turn gentle then when he realized your mind was there. His fingers curling around your waist, his mustache tickling your neck, his breath ghosting on your pulse, so all you could smell was him and the bastard would whisper,

"I think you've driven me mad, Honeybee I don't know how else to explain the fact I can't breathe without thinking of you."

Your heart can barely handle it when he's like that. Reading you like a book written by him for him, you couldn't fool the author. It's like you two were written for each other. Written in the cosmos, in a novel, in some Sunday comic in a small town newspaper. It was all sickeningly kismet.

He was a disgusting sap and you wanted to suck him dry. Swallow down every honey rye drop of love he had within him. A never ending well with depths that were unknown to you but even to him.

His every word made you want to crawl under his skin until you were both one and the same and could never be parted. A level of obsession raced through both of your veins, screaming out to each other like somehow both of you would spontaneously implode into one.

Falling into each other was easy. Simple. So beautifully pure while being so disgustingly sinful there were almost no words left to describe the infatuation.

No words to describe how it felt when he sunk into you. How his teeth felt against your collarbone, the roll of his hips up into yours.

How beautiful his cock looked plunging in and out of your cunt. The slick glide of it felt almost like a painting. Something from the impressionist era. So many colors, constantly changing, a vibrancy you'd never been able to know in your life until you felt him bottoming out inside you. Marking you with a beauty that felt like it wasn't meant for this world.

It left gold edged clouds behind your eyelids. Sparks and shimmers running along your spine through to your fingertips. Crushing weight that tasted like salt, the tang of metal, the the sweetness of some summertime flower.

Maybe a honeysuckle. Maybe a bluebonnet.

The way his groans would vibrate into your heart, your core, shaking you like some earthquake Poseidon himself unleashed upon you both.

Fucking him was revolutionary, earth shattering, inexplicable and all consuming.

His whines of your name like something from a holy text. Something so sacred to your spirit it felt impossible to imagine your name said by anyone else.

He always came rumbling your name. Gritting it out into the space below your ear, teeth bared as if to bite but they only ever dragged. He didn't need to mark you when you were already his.

The stutter of his hips like some siren call to your cunt telling it to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper. Drag you both into the fluttering depths of your cunt, to where your souls now tangled and meshed.

There was a serenity to those moments after the all encompassing peak. He always took longer to settle as if he knows how much you enjoy those moments where you get to calm him.

Get to ground him into his body like he's always doing for you. Finally get to return the favor of pressing your affection into his body with your fingertips and mouth.

Reminding him that right here, right on your chest is a safe place to land. Is home.