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Natasha Romanoff x Reader- Whispered confessions

A/N: basically an Avengers with benefits kinda situation but reader whispers a confession she shouldn‘t have.

tw/tags: mild mention of a gunshot, mild mention of blood, lots of smut, nsfw, reader recieving, top nat recieving, oral, fingering, strap on, bit of angst, hurt/comfort

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You had just stepped out of the shower moments ago, washing away the exhaustion and blood off your body from the last mission. Hair still damp and towel wrapped around your body, you hear a knocking on your door within the avengers compound, knowing exactly who was going to stand on the opposite side of it, that same look in her eyes.

And just as expected , your eyes fall upon Natasha, still in her uniform from today, her hair slightly messy and that same expression of hunger and lust in her eyes. She glances at your exposed body, silently asking for permission and to enter and you simply open the door further, walking away from her and once hearing the door shut behind you letting the towel sink from your body and exposing your naked form.

You glance behind your shoulder, seeing how her eyes turn considerably darker and without warning she lunges forward, her lips capturing yours in a fiery kiss as she pushes you to the nearest wall, your back hitting against it harder than either of you anticipated but not caring either way. Her breath is hot against you as she lifts you into her arms, your legs immediately wrapping around her waist as she carries you to the dining table, not caring about making it to bed.

You can see in her eyes how hungry and exhausted she is, this mission having undeniably been a lot and despite you getting the worst of it this time, neither of you could stop the hunger inside you for each other. Natasha trails sloppy and lazy kisses down your neck before trailing her mouth lower and lower until she reaches your sweet spot, your glistening core greeting her as she delves her tongue into you. You throw your head back in pleasure, the familiar feeling of having her between your legs sending a shiver down you and a heat throughout your entire body.

„Fuck“ you moan out as your chest heaves, the woman wasting no time as she pushes her tongue deeper inside you, drawing the sweetest noises from you. Your nails dig into her back and she knows it means you are already so close for her. „You‘re so filthy, ready to cum already“ she hisses as she extracts her tongue and bites the inside of your thighs, causing your breath to hitch. Her fingers enter you fast without warning, curling them deep inside you as her tongue attacks your sweet spot again, sending you tumbling right over the edge.

She doesn‘t give you time to relax, pulling you up as she kisses you hard, the desire dripping from you still as she forces her fingers into your mouth, letting you taste your arousal. „Are you gonna return the favor?“ she asks with a raised eyebrow and you roll your eyes a little at her antics, the stress quite literally radiating from her. You begin taking her uniform off, slow and deliberate as you begin kissing down her body, exposing her naked form and despite her eagerness you take the time to kiss her scars and bruises, a habit you do every time and despite her disapproval she lets you, just like she usually would.

She leans against the table as she spreads her legs, giving you access and pushing your head right into her center, making you return the favor and of course you do, never being able to deny the woman of anything. Your tongue works it‘s own magic, swirling perfectly against her clit before you run deeper and enter her, hitting her sweet spot. She would often wear her strap but tonight she must have been so desperate she found your room straight after debriefing. „Fuck detka“ she whispers as she throws her head back in pleasure. You can tell she is holding back, trying not to cum so fast so you can‘t make fun of her later but you move just the right ways, entering her with your tongue while rubbing her clit lazily, sending her right over the edge.

Her eyes burn with desire after you help her ride out her high, her eyes seeming much less stressed and tense as before. She doesn‘t waste a lot of time before silently asking your permission to use the bathroom and you nod, watching as she disappears in there. You wait patiently as you sit on your bed, by now dressed and some of her spare clothes on the bed as she had forgotten them last time. You greet her with a gentle smile when she returns and you can tell she is much less tense than before, a grateful smile tugged on her lips as she notices the clothes and begins dressing herself.

Your eyes watch her and the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach settles, the same as always upon having her leave. Once she is dressed she glances at you and the words leave you much quicker than you could stop yourself. „Do you wanna stay?“ you ask and her eyes widen once your word settle in. „I mean- we could have some pizza, watch a movie or something“ you mumble, scratching your neck nervously, expecting her to run the way she usually would but to your surprise she agrees. „Sure, only if I can have a large one and choose the movie“ she shrugs with a sly smile and your eyes light up as you nod. „Of course“ you agree and she chuckles as the two of you walk towards the sofa.

That was the first night Natasha stayed over, the two of you watching some action movies, chuckling at silly scenes and her making some avenger comments about your fellow team. The two of you ate pizza before you eventually fell asleep in front of the tv, the exhaustion heavy on your body and by the time you woke up again, you found yourself in bed, Natasha beside you, this not being the first time you had been in your bed with her. And when you realize she stayed, you smile, the same tingling feeling returning to your stomach, as you snuggle closer to the redhead.

The next morning, the two of you go for round two, knowing you would have some recruits training today and possibly another mission within the next few days. Natasha and you had been Avengers for years, you joining much later on when Yelena had originally brought you in, introduced you to the others, meant to give you a home for a while until Tony appreciated your talents. The first time you and Natasha had slept together was at one of his parties some months later, the two of you drunk, tense from some past missions and one thing leading to another. Natasha not able to refuse you in that suit and you not able to refuse her in that dark red dress.

And then it would keep happening, the late night knocks, the occasional quickies during an undercover mission. The ones in the gym after training recruits or the ones on the rooftop, the two of you tipsy while ditching some boring parties or get togethers. And you knew the woman partly used you for her own desires, to calm down from missions and to blow off steam and somehow you were doing the same but there had always been something different about the way you look at Natasha. You didn‘t see her as the Black Widow, the strong avenger or simply for the looks. You could see past it all, you could see beneath her walls, the cracks of pain from years of torture in the redroom.

You could easily tell if a mission was triggering her, if something was on her mind by the slight twitching of her lips or her hands balling into fists. You knew her inside out, the scars, visible ones and the ones hidden from years ago. And somehow everyone around you knew, knew what had been going on between you and knew the way you looked at Natasha. But somehow the two of you had been wrapped up in it all that you never noticed. Things began changing with the next mission, one that wasn‘t supposed to take long, a quick in and out when both you and the Black Widow got ambushed.

Several guards suddenly in your way and you saw the bullet flying way faster than Natasha did and without thinking twice you pushed her out the way, her features tense as she saw you on the floor, quickly calling for backup before fighting them off one by one, suddenly overtaken by rage. She stuck around while you got the wound stitched, nothing serious but she insisted on taking you back to your room either way. „What were you thinking?“ she hisses as she sees you sitting on the sofa moments later, staring at your bloody uniform. „You could have died“ she hisses and for the first time that night you could see something beyond her stern demeanor, wondering if she actually cared about you in that way.

You couldn‘t help yourself, despite the wincing and pain radiating off your entire body you cling to her, capturing her lips in yours. And she returns it, her hands instantly holding your body in place as she takes you to the sofa, moments later both your clothes abandoned on the floor and you saw the small buldge the entire mission, knowing she was wearing it for you tonight. You can tell she is hesitant, her hands so much more careful than usual, less rougher, as if you are the most delicate thing on the planet and she didn‘t mean to hurt you but you didn‘t care, needing the redhead more than anything tonight to stop your heart from swelling for her.

„Are you sure?“ she whispers as your lips connect to her neck, leaving desperate kisses, causing her own arousal to build. „Yes I don‘t care“ you moan, desperatly clutching onto the woman and holding her close to your body. „Please I want you inside me“ you moan upon noticing her holding back but your statement causes something in her eyes to turn considerably darker, her hands travelling down your body and her fingers collecting your wetness, checking whether you are ready for her and when she feels your soaked pussy, she can‘t help herself from sitting on the sofa , grabbing your hips and positioning you on top of her, her whole length filling you up and causing your pupils to blow. Your mouth forms into an „O“ shape as you cling to her lips again, hands steady on her shoulders as she keeps your hips in place, slowly rocking back and forth and seeing the pleasure overtake you slowly.

There was something different about tonight, the way you both clung to each other, despite the desperation, there being a slowness to it, a passion that usually wasn‘t there. Your lips never left each other‘s, eyes locking whenever you would open them, her cock entering you so slow and gently and the look in her eyes something that you hadn‘t seen before. Natasha doesn‘t need to speed up her movements, the two of you staying like this for the longest time while the world around you fades before she feels your familiar nails on her back, thrusting into you deeper before feeling your liquid cover her length, her own juices dripping down her cock moments later. „Tasha“ you moan in pleasure, her breath mingling with yours hot and needy.

„Detka“ she moans in your ear, the pet name sending you right into overdrive as you begin bouncing on her, the feeling sending a heat through your entire body. She watches in awe as you go for round two without adjusting, slamming into her, watching your tits bounce and your head thrown back in pleasure. She holds it in place, never taking her eyes off you. She needs you to cum for her and she needs it right now, wasting no time as she pulls you foward your chests collapsing against each other as she begins pounding into you hard, your entire body on fire, this feeling like no orgasm you have ever had before, so raw, so intimate that it causes you to collapse into her, your head falling onto her shoulders.

„You feel so good Y/N“ she whispers before you moan, sleepiness already taking over you at the exhaustion from todays mission and this. „I love you Tasha“ you whisper, the words leaving you much quicker than you can stop them, or even think about them. You feel her stiffening in your arms and your eyes widen upon realising what you had just done. There is a heavy silence and you carefully leave her lap, the emptiness of the silence and leaving her cock immediately leaving you hollow. You avoid her gaze, feeling so embarrassed before disappearing into the bathroom, having missed the expression on her face and how her entire world fell apart for a moment.

Leaning against the door you quickly sink down it, holding your breath before hearing your apartment door closing seconds later. And you sigh then, some part of you glad that she left as you couldn‘t find it in yourself to look at her after this. You end up collapsing into the shower, wiping away the lingering blood, sweat and exhaustion from the day. Yet Natasha lingers on your mind, knowing those words should have never escaped you, knowing those words would cause her so much hurt knowing her painful past and how guarded and careful she was with her heart. You knew this was just a relief for her, to take some edge of being an Avenger and you wish the words never escaped you, despite the vulnerability of the moment before.

That night you don‘t see Natasha, opting to give her some space, the same as the days following to the next mission, you kept to yourself mostly, training on your own instead of with the woman, missing the way she would make you laugh during and the way she would make you feel after. But the embarrassment of it all kept you hidden away, hoping she would simply carry on the way you both had been, hoping this wouldn‘t change anything, despite knowing the chances are slim. The next time you see her is on the quinjet a few days later, as she sits across you, greeting you with her casual smile and you are grateful she isn‘t ignoring you, even if it is for the sake of not showing something is going on in front of your teammates.

And somehow neither of you really saw each other much, the two of you assigned different tasks and somehow only seeing each other on the quinjet as she flies home and you tiredly collapse against a seat. Mission debriefing is quick as all of you simply want to get back to your own rooms and you can‘t get yourself to look at her, as she sits across from you, the shame and hurt taking over as you bolt out as soon as the meeting finishes. You never noticed her eyes searching yours during the meeting, how she was trying to communicate with you in silence, trying to catch up with you as she saw some tears in your eyes.

She had been on her way to her room, wanting to give you space when Clint had stopped her, pulled her aside and talked to her. Having been her longest friend, he knew all about you two, the woman never having said anything but not needing to. Whenever he mentioned your name or someone from the team her eyes softened, she was oddly protective about you and he of course figured out by now where she would often steal away to when catching her in the hallway. He had seen it on this mission, working closely with you how you seemed so sad and how Natasha seemed distant, how her eyes bored into yours during the meeting and how yours avoided her. „You need to tell her“ he said and the redhead simply acted like she didn‘t know what he is talking about, her guard high up as always.

„I know you don‘t think you know how to love or be loved Nat but I see it in your eyes and hers“ is all he said before putting his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it, a reassuring smile on his lips as he left her standing there, doing his part. And something within her changed then, she realizes that all along she had been holding back from allowing herself to feel what should have been obvious to her by now. Why she never minded you kissing her scars, why she never shared intimacy with anyone else like this before, why she kept running back to you when she felt vulnerable, beaten and broken. She loved you. And when that realisation ripples through her, she runs. She runs like she never had before, as if the world would stop and you would slip away if she didn‘t find and tell you right now.

Her breathing is heavy as she knocks on your door, her hands shaking and her eyes wide with realization. You had again just stepped out of the shower, ready to get into bed after this mission, barely in a towel as you open the door, assuming it was someone else as Natasha‘s knocks had always been quieter, much like the secrecy you shared with each other. When your eyes fall upon her, you immediately tense, noticing her state and concern overtaking you, never having seen her so serious before. „Tasha are you okay?“ you ask but she doesn‘t respond, pushing the door open before closing it with her leg, rushing towards you as her hands cup your cheeks, her lips hurriedly finding yours.

You close your eyes, surprised by the sudden shift in the kiss, so much more intense and so different to usual. Your mind runs wild as you figure out whether to stop her, knowing this shouldn‘t go on after your confession. Debating whether to keep going for your sake, the woman keeping you safe and warm always and not wanting to miss her embrace. You are so wrapped in it all you never notice your eyes watering and her pulling away upon feeling the tears on her hands. „I‘m sorry“ you whisper, your eyes still closed, as she wipes your tears with her thumbs. „I want this and I want you and I shouldn‘t have said what I did, I‘m sorry, I promise I can get past it“ you ramble on, missing the way her face crumbles upon hearing your words, understanding the pain you would go through to have her close.

„Detka.. Detka“ she stops you, and as you notice her thumbs still rubbing your cheeks you open your eyes and seeing her expression, so much unlike what you expected. „I‘m not here for that“ she encourages, her voice filled with so much softness, calm despite her hands shaking against you. „I.. I love you detka“ she finally speaks, the words taking your breath away as everything around you stops. Your heart beats out of your chest before the doubts creep in, wondering if she was only saying this because she felt bad for you and wanted to keep this going. „Tasha“ you sigh, as your eyes lock with her own. But you can see it then, behind her eyes, the truth. You can see love, a vulnerability that you have never seen before and a realization.

„But“ you try to protest, however the redhead doesn‘t let you. „No buts detka“ she smiles, her hands still not leaving your cheeks, keeping you close. „I shouldn‘t have ran, shouldn‘t have stayed away“ she admits and some more tears swell in your eyes upon hearing her version of the truth. She can see the doubts in your eyes, the insecurities and she wants to make sure to take them all away. „Why do you think I keep coming back to you? Why do you think I was so worried and mad when you got hurt because of me?“ she whispers and you smile sadly then, as she slowy wipes all the doubts from your face. „I love you, may I show you?“ she asks and you nod slowly, her lips capturing yours before she picks you up, taking you to bed this time, so much slower than usual, like the two of you have all the time in the world, there not being any rushing this time.

She lays you down gently, as if you are the most fragile thing on the planet. Her hands gently rid you from the towel, exposing your body as her lips capture yours in a passionate kiss. The redhead takes her time, kissing every inch of your body, your scars, the lingering wound you had taken for her, her fingers trailing over it gently. She makes you feel loved as she caresses every inch of you, showing you exactly what she adores about you. When she takes your hardened buds into her mouth she keeps eye contact, watching you throw your head back in pleasure as she slowly gets you ready for her. She takes her time as she takes your clit into her mouth, eating you out with patience, taking her time before she enters you.

Every thrust is filled with patience, love as she holds you close, not an inch of the usual tension in her features and movements. Your eyes stay on her the entire time as she kneels close to you, her fake cock hitting all the right places, filling you up so perfectly. She has you close eventually, building you up so well before she pulls you up, sitting you on top of her as she wants to be closer, still keeping the pace and filling you up. „You‘re so good for me, so beautiful“ she whispers into your ears as she holds you close. „I love your body, I love how you respond to me and I love you“ she whispers, your orgasm building and as she glances at you she sees the tears, concern filling her features as she stops. „No.. no carry on“ you encourage „I just.. I feel so good“ you moan and it‘s all she needs before she sends you over the edge. „Tasha“ you moan, the orgasm washing over you stronger than ever before.

That night she lays beside you, as you collapsed onto her chest, not thinking about leaving the way she usually would. Finally having realized her feelings and never planning on letting you go again. She likes the feelings of having you in her arms like this, an unfamiliar feeling of home and safety that she hadn‘t felt before. She smiles softly as she notices your exhaustion, despite trying to keep your eyes open. „Go to sleep detka, I‘ll be right here when you wake up, I promise“ she whispers before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. And of course she kept her promise, never leaving you again from now on.

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𝓐 LITTLE 𝓣ROUBLE !

pairing : logan howlett x reader warnings : playfighting, shy!reader, fluff, suggestive wc : 1k

logan was in the middle of his morning workout, arms flexing as he lifted weights with ease, focused but casual. you leaned against the doorway, watching him, too amused by his intensity to interrupt.

he was totally absorbed, until he finally looked up and caught sight of you. a grin spread across his face as he set the weights down, wiping his hands on his shirt, and gave you a playful nod.

“you just here to stare, or are you gonna jump in?” he teased, voice warm and edged with a hint of challenge.

you felt your cheeks warm, caught in the act. “ i like watching.”

logan’s brow lifted, eyes glinting with amusement as he folded his arms and stepped closer, towering over you. “oh yeah?” he asked, the corner of his mouth tugging up. “think you could take me in a fight, too?”

you gave a shy laugh, shaking your head quickly. “not a chance,” you mumbled.

he tilted his head, looking at you like you’d just said something that couldn’t be true. “c’mon, what kinda attitude is that? all this time together, and you don’t think you could even throw me off a little?” he gave your shoulder a playful nudge, his smirk growing. “think you’re stronger than you know, sweetheart.”

“well, that’s not sayin’ much,” you shot back with a grin, “when you’re, y’know, you.”

he chuckled lowly, taking a step back and lifting his hands, palms up in mock surrender. “alright, then,” he said, voice warm and daring. “here’s your shot - go on, i’ll even give you the first swing. no claws, scout’s honor.”

you let out a shy laugh, ducking your head. “i don’t think i could reach even if i tried,” you murmured, feeling a little bolder but not quite enough to make a move.

logan’s grin widened. “that sounds like a challenge.”

before you could react, he lunged toward you, arms reaching, and you yelped in surprise, darting to the side with a laugh. but he was fast, one arm curling around your waist and pulling you to him with an ease that made your stomach flip.

“not bad,” he murmured, a rumble of laughter vibrating in his chest as he held you close. “but i think i gotcha.”

you laughed, cheeks warm as you looked up at him. “that wasn’t fair,” you protested softly, breathless as you met his eyes.

“fair?” he raised a brow, pulling you just a little closer. “this is a fight, darlin’. fair’s got nothin’ to do with it.” there was a spark of challenge in his eyes, but something softer, too. “still think you can take me?”

your breath hitched, but you kept up the banter, reaching up to give him a light shove against his chest. “maybe,” you said, trying not to smile too much as his hand stayed steady on your waist.

logan laughed, loosening his grip just enough for you to wiggle free. you took the opportunity to dart out of his reach, but he was right on you in seconds, his hand catching yours as he pulled you back into him, closer than before.

“oh, you’re not goin’ anywhere now,” he said, his voice lower, a grin tugging at his lips as he tilted his head, his nose brushing against yours. “got yourself into this.”

you swallowed, pulse racing at the intensity of his gaze. “maybe i did,” you murmured, feeling his hand press firmly at your waist.

logan’s grin softened as he looked at you, his eyes dipping to your lips. “you’re enjoyin’ this a lot more than you’re lettin’ on,” he murmured, voice teasing, but the warmth in his gaze gave him away. “admit it - you like a little trouble.”

you felt a shy smile creep onto your face. “depends on the kind of trouble,” you whispered, the playfulness in your tone giving way to something more as he leaned in.

logan’s smirk faded, replaced by a slow, deliberate look. “think we both know exactly what kind,” he said, his voice a low murmur as he lowered his head, lips barely brushing yours. the touch was just enough to leave you breathless, and when he finally closed the distance, the kiss was slow, filled with the playful tension that had been building between you.

his hands found your waist again, steady but firm as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss until you melted against him, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. his warmth surrounded you, and for a moment, everything else disappeared.

when he finally pulled back, he kept you close, his forehead resting against yours as he looked at you, a mischievous gleam still in his eyes. “still think you can take me?”

you gave a soft, breathless laugh, shaking your head. “maybe not today.”

“thought so,” he murmured, his hands sliding to your lower back as he pressed another lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. “but if you’re still feelin’ up to it…” his voice dropped, the look he gave you sending a thrill through you, “i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

you laughed, feeling bolder now, and reached up to brush a hand over his jaw. “careful. might end up givin’ you more trouble than you bargained for.”

“trust me,” he murmured, lips grazing your jaw, voice low and rough against your skin, “that’s the plan.”

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Their Sexual Tendencies + Traits? (NSFW) - Timeless ⏳

Simply choose from left to right.

(Minors DNI) Nice and simple. What would happen if you got involved? Their tendencies in bed? Intimate behavior? Maybe it’s the one you’ve been ignoring. How about the one you’re with? A future partner? What goes on in their head at night when you’re all they can think about? And if more unfolds? Very TMI. Includes sexual, graphic descriptions and toxic traits.

Must do before you choose: Clear your mind. Time is now patient and still. Close your eyes, inhale deeply, fill your chest up to the fullest, feel the soft air brush up against the ridges of your nose. Breathe out. You may now begin.

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Pile 1. “I was a bad girl. I did some bad things.” - Jojo Siwa (lmfaooo)

•right of the bat, “karma” from Jojo siwa played

•I get brat vibes from this pile…are you a brat? lmfao cuz your person’s gonna like that for sure

•or maybe you try to hard to be a brat or appear/act like one? Your person loves it regardless

•this person loves dominating, but they can get just as enthusiastic as a sub. The instant switch and role change is actually pretty impressive, since they do it effortlessly

• I get the vibe they do or will do most of the topping work tho. They can have their lazy days, sure, but they like moving

•dare I say this person is the kinkiest out of the three piles

•^^ we’re talking bondage, role play, slapping(? Damn), everything and all over the above—receiving or giving, they can do it all. Fast raw sex and quickies are hot to them esp

• if you’re poly, this person is okay with that. If you’re not, they’re also okay. they just wanna have sex, end of story 🧌

• is down to literally do it anywhere and everywhere

• if this relationship started off as some kind of fwb or anything with benefits, I wouldn’t be surprised

• if you guys are both in a committed relationship, make sure you try to match their energy in bringing new things to the bedroom

• these people are shower masturbators—the sex drive is actually crazy like- slow your horse for just a second damn

•^^ they don’t even have time to masturbate if you’re with each other all the time. I got the image of a couple going on a trip and they’re in a hotel…yk what comes next. If you live together, cue some jungkook music. There’s no makin it out

• if you’re not together due to long distance stuff, a lot of cam/phone sex. It happens so much that you think they’re jobless (and they could be tbh. Tell em to get a job!!!)

• this person gives me the vibe that they’re not really in an occupation that demands much. It feels like a very lax, low demand and energy job OR they’re a model for something and they make money through content like that

• this person is reallllly good looking tho. It’s how they can get away with a lot of things

• their maturity level is kinda questionable I wont lie…I think you need to teach them some boundaries

• they could take a while to see their faults? Maybe they don’t wanna see or they’re too oooh la la in the sky

• can come off as quite careless. Can even be clingy

• also very prone to peer pressure or self-sabotaging behavior

•avoids conflict like the plague

• open to all body types as long as your face is cute. I think they likely prefer people who don’t look like they’re freaks in the sheets ykwim? The duality is prob what gets em going. But then again, I think anything gets them going. This person is a true horndog of nature

• (I, personally, as Teddy, the reader, feel like I should include why they’re like this—craving physical intimacy so much, but there’s this brushing off/dismissive energy like “forget it they don’t need to know- let’s just have fun and shiii”)

•^^ (if I rephrase what I wanted to include, it might be better. They prob grew up with a lot of siblings/other kids, and not enough love to go around, so they were overlooked, OR no-to-low amount of siblings but not enough physical and emotional intimacy and connection from parents/guardians, so they looked towards external sources.)

• doesn’t have too many expectations tbh (idk if that’s a bad or a good thing, but the root of it is that they don’t wanna pressure people to stay with them or force people into commitment)

• ^^if they fall in love with you and yall date, and you leave one day, it’ll hurt so much that they’ll revert back to the thinking of why commitment didn’t always work for them

•childhood couldn’t show them what true commitment was so if you actually express that you want to be with them exclusively, they’ll be so shocked, to say the least. Like “me? Why me? I’m not anything special, lmfao” . They’re laughing it off and will feel nervous so they’ll cover it up by drinking smth (water or anything), but they’re so used to the sentiment of being “nothing special” that they’re numb to it

• ^^ but if they end up falling in love with you (beware of their nonstop horse sex drive), they’ll be a lot more reserved and laid back than before

• they’ll prob be lazier tho ngl. They’ll take days off work just to have sex with you all day

• they make up for this uselessness feeling through sexual activities

• they think like “why touch yourself alone when I’m right here?”

• when they do masturbate tho, they think about you and your body shifting back and forth against the bed. They’re pretty quick tho when it comes to masturbation—I’m guessing bc of impatience and not being able to hold back. They only last long when it comes to sex with a partner

• the body worship is real nice

• most of the sexual activities have one thing in common though, and that’s the closeness of both of your skins. This person kisses your skin so much during sex, and really anytime, feel you up whenever they can. The touchiness is all the time and it’s sweet, but it can always lead to something else

• in this pile, lies a very rare breed. a handful, and really not a lot, will encounter the rare breed partner that also has this high of a sex drive, is confident, has a regular day job, prob tall and slim, is responsible and committed only to you, and will be on board 100% if you ever want to engage in exhibitionist/voyeur activities—extreme (like streaming your intimate moments or camming together)

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Pile 2. *Growling noises.*

• the thing is…you’re just existing 😭

• you don’t do much to piss this person off (most of the time). Some light jokes and messing around here and there but you’re pretty much chillin. (ESPECIALLY when you’re not dating, this bullet point and the previous be the vibe.)

• this person wants you like a predator wants prey, basically. It feels weird to say it ngl, but it’s a very obviously fire energy? Like Leo smth…or a very capable and sadistic Scorpio? They have this dark and mysterious look. Very intimidating, but you prob don’t give this person your time of day—either you don’t care, think it’s weird, or maybe you’re just playing a little hard to get

•^^whatever this person thinks you’re doing, purposely or not, they find it intriguing and you have to be theirs

• this person tho? pile 1 has nothing on this person. My bad, not person—beast.

• very dominant person and very much shows it if you’re exclusively dating each other or in a higher relationship

• they could use some work on their control issues tho. IMPORTANT!!!: this person would NEVER put their hands on you to hurt you out of anger or violent means. No abuse in their household, no, no. (In bed, it’s different but only if you consent)

•^^ regarding the control issues, make sure they’re not obsessed with you bc you’re hard to control. At your highest energy, this pile has a very independent, do-what-I-want energy. You don’t give two shits abt what others think- you dress, look, and act the way you want. You stand up to them when no one has the balls to do it

• very much BDSM. It could get a little tiring—not the person!! The person has hella games and tricks up their sleeve when it comes to bdsm and freaky shit. Tiring in the sense that it just stays in the BDSM realm like dude…break out of it cmon. It’s time to experiment with different menus, not recipes.

• commander type. also choking. this person likes choking. Choking you AND being choked, but they wouldn’t bring up the latter if you never mention it.

• has a LOT of self control…until they don’t. But I think this person loses it very easily bc of their partner—like you needa be punished asap type feel.

• getting off is normal for them, but when they have a partner, most of the time they save it until sex. but if not and you’re not around, they’re gonna go at it, thinking how you should be there, imagining how good you look with your mouth on their parts while you look up at them, praising you about how good you’re doing.

• this person isn’t really simple with masturbation either. If they simply lay down and or sit on their bed and touch themselves, it wouldn’t be as satisfying so they have to go again, preferably touching themselves in a different place—depends on what mood they’re in, they’ll choose a risky, likely-to-get-caught kinda place or a place outside their room, but private.

• wow, verrrry possessive person. Marking you up 😫 In the morning, if you need to go somewhere, they’ll be like “Don’t try to cover it up.”

• This person could be some sort of player? Regardless of who they are, they just have a lot of pent up energy they need to get out of. They def have experience

•honestly, pile 2, this person can get really damn intense. If you can’t handle their heat, it’s okay to get outta the kitchen cuz they’re the ones turning it up and have also broken the ac 😭 the sex is crazy good, but it will take this person a bit of time to actually fall in love with you. Cuz you’re so different from everyone they’ve seen so they’re unsure…weirded out…interested.

• if you somehow get in bed with this person, you’re in for a ride (literally.) after this experience, this person will deadass replay it everywhere, every day, all the time. It becomes an obsession with them (which may or may not be a good thing for you.)

• this person is going to be in your life for a whiiiiile. You might even roll your eyes and be like “whyyy”

• this is the most obvious enemies to lovers trope pile, but it starts smth like that OR you just get annoyed that everyone wants this person and to you, they’re just hot and nothing much.

• it gets wilder— this person WILL try to make you jealous. Shamelessly. (Ick)

• they’d like to receive some mouth-work from you if ya get my vibe. (Which is unfair bc they’re kinda selfish when it comes to receiving pleasure.) if they give it, they give it THEIR way

• ^ you have to put them in their place and show them you’re not someone to be fucked with. The worst thing you could do is leave their life entirely. Even pissing you off gives them something.

• if you’re sick of their shit, they might even let you have a chance of taking it out on them and having your way for once (BUT just so you know, if you do, they’ll take it as you surrendering to them. Like you finally have a weakness or manipulation point.)

• HOWEVER, this person, although very fucking stubborn, is willing to make any and all changes for you. IT WILL TAKE TIME. And only if you’re in love with each other. Maybe they were trying to find someone that was worth their time and more than just looks.

• I will say tho, if you get into an actual committed relationship with this person, the upbringing of this relationship looks pretty toxic. Like the crazy need for control and the unwarranted possessiveness (on their side), especially at points when you’re not dating each other. If you don’t set their shit straight, you’ll fall into the trap and could get a broken heart out of it

• ^^ on the bright side, this encounter/relationship with them will bring you so much personal growth. If you make it out of this relationship in one piece, you’re actually indestructible. And if they’re really willing to change—I suggest noting down their BIG, grandiose sacrifices for you that puts them at some risk—then there’s also a big chance you could have a harmonious and balanced connection

• ^^ why? Bc they know that you’re not superficial and you have substance to you, and they want that. Be wary tho, this person isn’t stupid and knows what strings to pull

• this person could have a tan tint to their skin or brown hair

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Pile 3. “Please let me in...”

• this pile’s energy seems a little closed off. not from your person but from you. I’m feeling indifference, constant wariness, but regardless, there’s always a wall

• you’re prob an introvert and has gotten hurt in the past really, REALLY badly, so you’ve been closing your heart off. There’s a piece of you that still wants to find love, hence your presence here, but you act like you don’t or you don’t show that you are interested in wanting it.

• if you’re an extrovert, however? You may not be TOO keen on sharing things about your life. Open to it, sure…but still somewhat selective

• you would sacrifice everything for the person you love, not that you would willingly admit this verbally. If you have, good for you!! You’re the muse baby

• your person is more likely an extrovert and has tried or IS planning to try to get closer to you/get to know you more. They KNOW you are more than what you show on the surface. They’re the only ones who can see the gems behind the rockiness you show

• they’re a virgin or inexperienced

•^^ I don’t think most of the people who chose this pile mind too much, honestly. There’s a bit of a corruption kink rearing its head in here…not super apparent but it be lurkin in da shadows

• oh they’re a switch hahaha. You can just push em on the bed and they’ll let you do whatever you want to them. They’re not complaining at all tho—just lock in on your target and DESTROYYYY 😈😈

• almost a puppy like energy to them—ALMOST. Almost. Bc they have leader vibes but a nice leader. Maybe not respectable by all…but most. Like one who seeks the best for the team but bc they’re not “alpha” or aggressive enough, it can be tough to get people to take things seriously. But eventually people do. Maybe even out of pity.

• I get the feeling this person had to be very in tune with their parents’/guardians’ feelings (I’m getting anxiety or just freaking out over messes and stuff) — maybe they’ve also grown with grandparents? Or have had the presence of their grandparents be very significant in their lives?

•^ bc of this they will most likely be vanilla in bed. I don’t even think they’ll lust after you for a while man I mean, outta respect yk? And also bc it doesn’t feel right to them. It’s not the first thing or one of the first things that come into their mind when they think about you

• ^^ you basically have to tell them what to do, what they can and cannot do too. They’ve had to be so involved in taking care of everybody with an undying kindness to them that they don’t really know where boundaries begin. They’d never wanna break your boundaries

• ok this does not mean that your person is a nice white male, btw!! I keep seeing a salesman, wearing a baby blue button up and khakis, brown hair…this person seems so average? — this could mean that they’re doing everything they can to make others happy and totally not paying attention to their own. I’m not sure if you’ll ever see this person cry in public, but if you make them cry in bed? Hey, go for it muahahah

• it will prob take a while to get them to be comfortable with thinking about you sexually. If they have to relieve themselves, they try to channel this energy into workouts or something physical that gets their mind off of you in that way. Inevitably, the idea of you in bed will pop up, but they’ll shake it off. It’s not even holding back—they just don’t wanna “disrespect” you and see you as an object (but like I said, if you want them to treat you like one in bed or smth, you have to let them know and say it with a lot of conviction. This person is very mentally bullheaded so it’s hard to break into them like that)

•I think they let a lot of things happen bc they’re that empathetic, or they just don’t have the energy for the chase. Like think little kid stealing from a shop, they’ll prob be like “hey kid- ah…” *sighs and scratches back of head as they watch the kid run away with said items*

• if you’re not interested in this person or blatantly ignoring them, they’ll really try to get you (but in a nonstalker-ish way) which is good!! They just want your attention really. They’re pretty much awestruck by you, ESPECIALLY if you ever go to an event and they see you all cleaned up and dressed, they’ll check you out and zone out mid convo I swear. You actually render them speechless.

• (now…we get to some of the graphics.) This person is not a serial masturbator, I will say. Once a day, max. If you’ll allow them, they would do more. They could honestly go all day if you made them. If this person works in an office and you make them soooooo desperate, they would hide somewhere, perhaps an empty room and just start finding heaven. Very quickly too. Quickly and (trying to be) quiet. They’re pretty on top of things and responsible, but if you just tell em what to do, it will be done. They even clean after their mess too (if they do it in public? Cleaning up fast due to freaking out). Like “oh god, what have I done…” They’re super fucking clumsy too and don’t have too good of a recovery in public tho. For example, if they run into someone they know, RIGHT after coming out of the restroom? Red, hot face, sweat all over their neck. Stuttering and shit when they try to say hi to the said acquaintance. When they touch themselves, they don’t use toys (which is very sad. You gotta spice up their lives. They’re open to it. If you’re not the one with spice, they’re also okay with it. And if you’re both okay with vanilla sex every time, feel free!) This person just uses their hands, but LIES DOWN. They like to relax, face the ceiling, close their eyes, and think slow vanilla things…

•might be tmi, but when they touch themselves, it’s kind of inhibited…and not as fast as people do when they’re abt to cross the finish line, yk? Like either long edging sessions or never letting themselves climax sometimes, or rubbing/pressing very hard and still but not fast(?) when they cum…if you know what I mean? Idk if they’re doing it on purpose or if they’re not too experienced, or if they think they don’t deserve it? Scared maybe?

•no kidding, you could actually do anything to this person. cnc/dubious consent would be hot for them—though, they prob wouldn’t know what the kink is called lolll (you have to make sure tho. Establish boundaries and a safe word) bc they wanna be like “nooooo, don’t do that~~” while you’re all over them. BEFORE or IF you guys ever step into that stage tho, they’ll think about simple things if you do allow them to think about you sexually. Like you on top of them, slow grinding, soft touches, helping them out, mutual masturbation. there’s a little part that is innocent and doesn’t know how to step out of that or where to start when it comes to the more kinky stuff.

• it’s funny bc even tho this person has had a lot of experience outside, within a team or jobs, or clubs, etc., they’re so…malleable?? LMFAO 😂 crazy ass word to use but YES. you can throw them around like a damn doll and have them do this and that. A bit of hesitancy, but they know their main purpose in life is to serve :)

• but like I said, they’re a switch, so not only can they think abt you taking control (softdom energy), but if they think abt being on top, they think about slow, loving sex yk? Like slow grinding- oooh, yeah. that really gets them. They’re the type to milk themselves till the last drop too btw. Til. The. Last. Drop.

• also, most of the partners are not a loud moaner. They’re quiet, likely bc they’ve had to force themselves to be quiet in the household they’ve grown in. If your person is a loud moaner, they’ve grown unashamed of their sexual needs and have developed a healthy relationship with that aspect. If you’re with a person who’s like this and moans loud, congratulations!! They have become comfortable in their skin and you have made it so 🙂‍↕️👏👏 If they’re still quiet, def some insecurity bc of growing up with limiting beliefs or having to live with a lot of people in childhood. If you want them loud, you have to encourage it out of them. They’ll be pretty fuckin shy about it though. You realllly have to pull it out of them.

• bonus: if they’re loud, they’re a slut 😂😂 like a secret slut, yk? (this might be a bit darker so don’t read if you don’t want to—this really only applies to a small portion of people here—but chances are they get off…on being ashamed and self-degradation? A big example is being ashamed for engaging in sex/sexual activities? Like a masochist, “this is so dirty, I shouldn’t be doing this…” but proceeds to do it anyway bc they can’t help themselves?? And they likely degrade themselves while getting off. These people may secretly be content creators for this type of thing but appear angelic in real life OR they have potential to. Like them faceless whimper creators lmfaoo. Listen, hey…if you get with one of these people, you a winner winner chicken dinner

•there’s a big chance most people in this pile or the pile’s person feels ashamed or very guilty about the whole sex thing and masturbation; if you’re looking to improve your relationship with sex or relationship with this person, you have to help each other overcome this fear. It doesn’t matter who asserts themselves to the task. It requires the both of you at the end of the day. And boyyy is it gonna be hard- (…anxiety makes it hard for you to get aroused/stay aroused/reach orgasm tho 😮‍💨 the more you know…). No man, it’s gonna be so awkward—palms-sweatingly awkward. Breaking news, you might have to be the assertive one here. Your impatience could get the best of you and in that case, you’ll guide them. There are so many things that could go wrong in this situation of awkward pre-sex, but if this person has shown their worth to you and you actually trust them, a lot of it is salvageable by your own hand.

• however, if this situation goes south (and not the south we want…) then, this person will start to feel bad or insecure that they’ve hurt or done something wrong towards you, even though they’re a clumsy dummy who doesn’t intend to hurt people and tries hard to do everything right

• ^^ should you ever try to initiate it and try to sex em up again, you’d have to put a bit of work in to convince them, bc they were really open that one time and it was honestly…kinda the first time they’ve gotten so close to doing something THAT vulnerable and revealing. It would feel like they stripped and you didn’t like what you saw, and it was so apparent on your face that it broke them. That kind of vibe. A very sensitive person at heart.

• they get really anxious if something goes wrong. It’s probably a trait they picked up from parents/guardians being like that.

• they have SOOO much potential, seriously. But a lot of what-ifs on their mind so they’re playing it safe. Be confident, and maybe even borderline bossy, with them and gradually they’ll open out of their shell. This person is like hot liquid gold, waiting to be molded into your likings 😇

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**Teddy Note: Hi guys!! This is a super long post, but I hope you’ve gotten something out of it. My sexual tarot deck just came in and I’m pretty much obsessed with it already hahaha. Thank you for reading today’s post!! If you haven’t heard, I’d just opened up paid readings, and there is a sexual reading in there that is pretty much like this one, but more individualized towards you and pretty detailed (if you do decide to purchase, that is.) That’s all I gotta say. It’s been pretty intense doing these readings and the partners in these piles are all wildin in their own way 😅 Thank you again! Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t! Peace outtt :))

[gyuswhore]

Hits Different (...'cause it's you) [teaser]

«« I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' »»

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PAIRING: kim mingyu x reader

SYNOPSIS: Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.

or;

in which you get rejected by the only boy you've ever loved; a rejection you can't quite shake off.

GENRES: based off of 'Hits Different' by Taylor Swift, brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut (none in teaser) [MINORS DNI], friends(?) to lovers, university!au.

PLAYLIST: right here!

WORD COUNT: est. 25k

WORD COUNT [teaser]: ~820

RELEASE DATE: est. october 2nd 2023

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WARNINGS [!is subject to change upon publishing of the full fic!]: slowburn, mingyus a bit of an airhead and an ass, reader has a hard time managing her feelings, lots of frustrated tears, one sided pining, user toruro x minghao make an appearance, swearing, there's another woman (gasp,,,,,but shes cool so), Nayeon is a darling, Seungcheol is kinda annoying here but we love him, (smut tags in the full fic)

[A/N]: I worked rlly hard on the banner pls look at it ‼️ enjoy hehe also this is probably gonna be way more than 25k but I supposed its better than overshooting

teaser under the cut!

It’s a black sedan that rolls up next to you, slower than what’s considered a normal speed on an empty street. It honks and you nearly halt, owing to the shake that passes through your knees. It honks again, and you can’t help but look to the side to find a window rolled down. 

Mingyu sits on the driver’s seat, leaning over to the empty passenger side to grab your attention. 

“The Uber’s free! So is the driver,” he yells out the window. “Hop in.”

“I’m alright. I kinda wanna walk.” You shift your weight between your feet, the distance adding an awkward feel. 

“Wasn’t asking. It’s the middle of the night, I’m not letting you walk alone.” As he speaks, another car passes from behind him, slowing down. You note the look the other driver is giving you through the window, and it’s enough to convince you to step into Mingyu’s car. 

“I think we’re way past the point of formalities, don’t know why you hesitated.” He chuckles as he motions for you to click on your seatbelt. You fumble with it for a moment, his own fingers coming to the rescue to latch it on. You retract your fingers before they can brush with his own any further. 

Settling into your seat, you choose to look forward as he picks up speed. “Uhm, just wanted to walk, it was nice outside.”

“Take someone with you next time, it’s nearly midnight,” he warns. 

There’s a twinge of annoyance that emerges in the back of your mind for some reason, despite knowing full well that he was right. You just didn’t want to hear it from him.

It’s silent for a bit as the radio plays an uncharacteristically upbeat tune, prompting you to wonder if it was just you who felt the atmosphere pressing in on your chest.

“Did you not bring your car today?” he asks out of the blue, eyes remaining on the road as you glance up at him. One look at his side profile and you’re turning your gaze away.

“No, it’s at the workshop. I came with Nayeon.” 

“Why didn’t you leave with her?”

“I…” You pause. “I told her I was gonna go with Seok.”

“Hm. That didn’t happen.”

“It’s like I said,” you mumble.

He hums again in response, dropping the subject.

“Listen, are you…are you okay?” he starts again and it has you looking back up at him. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” You try to hide the bitterness in your tone but it proves difficult.

“I couldn’t help but overhear but I was sitting right there. Hao was talking to Mika about something she’d said to you, about…” He trails off. “I mean, you looked a little upset, I just wanted to ask if you were okay.”

You bit your tongue. Hard. 

He knew you were staring at him, he knew you weren’t over him. He knew you were still standing on the same square confinement from months ago. Never changed. 

“I’m fine,” you reply, snappier than you had intended. 

“Are you sure? I felt like I should’ve said something but Nayeon was right there so I thought…” He sounds unsure and when you see him look at you, with eyes filled with an emotion that makes you nearly gag, you almost lose it. You did not want him to pity you. Nor care for you; especially when it came from a place that nullifies your feelings. You didn’t want him to care for you for the sole reason that you were his best friend’s sister. 

“Mingyu, I think it’s best if you drop it.”

“Of course. But it might help if you wanna, you know, feel your feelings.” 

Fuck no, you weren’t crying in front of him. Not when you're sure he’s noticed the tear stains on your makeup.

“Mingyu, I said drop it. I don’t need your help, I don’t need to feel anything, I need you stop feeling like you’re obligated to care about me because you’re not.” The words come tumbling out before you can stop them, irritation laced in every snap and dent.

He says your name in an attempt to smooth you over. It only lands him in more trouble.

“No, listen, I get it. You’re uncomfortable about everything but you feel like you need to check up on me at the same time, and I’m here to tell you that you don’t have to worry about that. What happened, happened, and it’s my job to pick up the pieces because it’s my fault. You don’t need to meddle.” You’re breathing hard as you finish, finally settling back in your seat. 

He’s already pulling up to your building, heat still penetrating the silence. You unbuckle your seatbelt, mumbling a thanks for the ride. 

“Seok’s staying at Cheol’s tonight,” he calls out as you shuffle out the door. “Remember to lock the door.” 

You stand sheepishly holding the open door as you nod quietly. “I’ll see you tomorrow for the shoot.”

[lesbojournals]

Poly!Marauders x Reader (who just came home from a behavioral health unit)

a/n: hey guyss long time no see ! this is kinda just an angst/comfort piece that reflects what i went through a few months ago. i tried not to make it too specific as everyone's experience with behavioral health care is different! pls don't read if you think this topic might be triggering for you

Your slip on shoes squeaked against the hospital floor as the nurse guided you towards the lobby. She turned around to give you a reassuring smile, and you tried your best to give her a smile back. 

It had been 9 days since you had last seen your boys. 9 days since your parents took you to the Emergency Room to be admitted into the behavioral health unit. 

You held a lot of shame in your chest as you trailed behind the nurse. You didn't let your boyfriends visit you during your stay, not wanting them to see you in such a weak state. You had always been their strong girl. 

You sighed as the lobby came into view, tears pricking at your eyes. Your parents had said Remus would be there to pick you up. You glanced down at your form, stringless pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt that didn't quite suit you. Would he still like you, even like this?

You spotted his car pulled up by the door, and your nurse gave you a wide smile.

“You did it hun,” She opened her arms for a hug, which you gladly accepted. “Feel better.” 

You could feel your throat constricting as tears threatened to leave your eyes, so you gave her a quick nod and took your belongings from her. 

You spotted Remus immediately as you left the hospital doors, and in seconds he was out of the drivers seat and in front of you. You took a second to look up at him. His honey eyes were glossy, worried, and you felt guilt consume you for causing the bags that were currently living under his eyes.

“Can I…” he whispered. “Can I hug you?” 

You choked back a sob and nodded, and the second you were in his embrace you fell down to your knees. He followed you down to the ground, his grip tight on you as he rubbed your back gently.

“It's okay my sweet dove,” He reassured. “You're okay.”

It was a few minutes before he was able to guide you up and get you in the passenger seat of the car.

You held your face in your hands, breathing heavily. How embarrassing. 

Remus kept quiet as he drove slowly, letting the music play gently on the radio as to not overwhelm you. 

“James and Siri are at home waiting,” He all but whispered. “We didn't want to overwhelm you with all of us at once.”

You sniffled and nodded, keeping your hands securely covering your face as tears continued to flow down.

Time seemed to move slow and then rapidly all at the same time. You could've sworn you just got in the car, but here Remus was turning off the ignition for the car and resting a timid hand on your leg.

“We're home, love.”

You let your hands drop although you were still crying, and looked up at your shared home with your boyfriends. 

Would they forgive you for keeping your mental health a secret for so long?

You almost feared seeing Sirius, in fact, you feared seeing all of them together.

Your brain told you one thing and one thing only. 

They were breaking up with you.

Remus gave your leg a gentle squeeze. “Are you ready to go inside?”

You let out a choked laugh, mixed with salty tears and despair. “I suppose.”

Remus grabbed your belongings from your lap and you let yourself out of the car. 

You trudged up to the front door, Remus not even having to take out his key before James swung the door open as fast as he could. His gaze went quickly from Remus’ to yours, and his smile dropped. 

“Oh love,” He cooed at you, and you felt the waterworks burst again as you cried into James’ chest.

You don't remember being guided to the couch, but somehow you ended up there with James latched to your side. He brought your hand up to his chest to feel his heart beat. 

“It's alright,” He comforted. “You're home.”

Sirius was next to make an appearance. When you lock eye contact with him you feel your lip tremble more. He had to be mad at you.

But the expression on his face said otherwise. He looked the most exhausted of the three, his hair unkept and his outfit disheveled and wrinkly. He looked awful, and that was a lot considering Sirius was someone who regularly kept up on his appearance.

He opened his arms for a hug and you leaped from James’ side to be held in his embrace. He sounded on the verge of tears.

“Oh baby,” His voice barely let out. “I love you so much.”

This caused you to hug him tighter, cry harder, and nearly fall to the ground on your knees again.

“Hey, hey,” Sirius grabbed your face with his hands, eyes full of concern and glossy tears. “It's okay.”

“I thought-” You hiccuped through your wet sobs. “I thought you were going to break up with me.”

Shock fills Sirius’ expression and he lets go of your face to hug you tighter. 

“No, no, no baby,” You can tell he's crying a bit harder now. He nestles his head in the crook of your neck. “We love you so much.”

It was quiet for a while, the environment filled with your heavy breathing and sniffles. You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing–the way the nurses taught you how to in the hospital. In through your nose, out through your mouth. 

Steadily, you started to relax in Sirius’ arms, and his grip loosened around your waist. You looked up at him and made contact with his silver-colored eyes, and he let hair fall in front of his face as he leaned down to whisper.

“Are you okay?” 

You nodded feverishly, and Sirius hesitantly let go of you. You slumped back onto the couch, practically on top of James, which he gladly accepted. He put a protective arm around you and started to rub circles on your back.

Remus knelt down to your eye level, putting a comforting hand on your knee. “Do you want to change out of these hospital clothes, dovey?”

You pondered it for a moment, stuck between being comfortable next to James and wanting every last inch of your 9 day stay washed away. 

Remus patiently waited for your response, and you nodded. He stuck his hand out for you to grab and you did so, allowing him to pull you off of the couch. 

“I need a shower.” You begrudgingly told him, and he nodded in understanding. 

You trailed behind Remus, still holding his hand as he led you to the bathroom. You sat on the tile floor as he started the shower for you, holding his hand out under the water as he waited for it to be an adequate temperature. When it was ready, he silently helped you up to take off your clothes. 

It was in no mean a sexual act. He paid no attention as he helped you take off your shirt and pull down your pants. Your eyes filled with tears at the gentle love he so easily expressed for you. 

He didn’t push you, nor did he ignore the tears forming in your eyes. He knew what they meant. 

“Would you like me to shower with you?”

You shook your head no. You appreciated every last word, knowing it was fully his love and his heart ready to be there for you till the last second. 

“I need privacy.” You whispered to him, and he nodded his head, going to leave. 

“Wait-” You grabbed his hand, and he turned back to you. “Will you wait outside the bathroom till I’m done?”

He brought your hand to his lips, giving it a small kiss. “Of course.”

And with that you got into the shower. It was a luxury you hadn’t appreciated–showering without interruption, without eyes on you. It was a quick shower, but a perfect one. You came out of the bathroom in one of your large, fluffy towels–another luxury you didn’t really realize you had. 

Remus gave you a small smile when you opened the door. He waited, just as he said he would. 

He followed you as you walked to the bedroom, seeing a pair of James’ sweats and one of Sirius’ band shirts folded neatly on the bed. Your favorites of theirs to wear. Remus handed you a pair of fuzzy socks and you gladly got into them. 

When you got back into the living room you noticed your favorite candle was lit, and that Sirius and James were cuddling on the couch in one of your favorite blankets. 

James perked up at the sound of yours and Remus’ footsteps. 

“Darling,” He breathed out gratefully. “Come join us.”

You curled up on James’ other side, Remus coming over behind you to wrap his arms around you. You had your ear pressed to James’ chest, listening carefully to his heartbeat. You knew you had a rough road ahead with recovery, and your boys knew it too. But you had them there for you, and that just might be enough. 

[hazbinwhoree]

Adam x reader whos rlly rlly drunk and strangely asking for... Err baby making.

And adam is rlly hesistant because reader has a very low sex drive...

So when adam refuses (because hes all about boundaries and consent) reader cries and just kinda vents about shit that has no relate to baby making or even anything about tht night.

And in the morning she wakes up so fresh and happy and has no memory of last night, even being so affectionate to adam<333

Consent King

(Name) had a much lower tolerance than Adam, so it didn’t take long into their drinking before (Name) was absolutely wasted. Adam had a nice buzz going, but quit to take (Name) home.

As soon as they were in the door, (Name) was immediately on him, trying to kiss him. Adam let her kiss him, but when her hands moved down to fumble with his belt, he stopped her. “Woah, babe-” “Let’s have sex,” (Name) slurred.

Adam was taken aback. (Name) was very rarely the one to initiate sex, and he was very tempted to take her up on it. But she was sloshed. He steadied her with large hands holding her shoulders. “As much as I would love that, you’re pretty trashed, babe.”

To Adam’s shock, (Name) burst into tears. “You don’t find me attractive anymore,” she sobbed. “What? Babe, no!” “It’s truuue,” she cried, slurring her words slightly. “You don’t want meee.”

Adam was flabbergasted. “(Name), that’s not true! You’re just really drunk right now.” “So?” “So you can’t consent. I’m a lot of things but I’m not a fucking rapist.”

(Name) continued to cry. Adam was at a loss.

“I wish I was prettier,” (Name) blurted out suddenly. Adam frowned. “You’re hot, babe, what are you talking about?”

“No,” (Name) wailed. “All your groupies are so much hotter than me, I don’t even know why you chose me.” Before Adam could even respond, (Name) continued. “You’re probably cheating on meee.”

Adam shook his head, stunned. “I’m not… why would you think that?”

(Name) shrugged and sniffled. “Because look at *hic* you, then look at me. You could do so much better.”

Adam pulled her into his arms. “I love you. I’m not cheating on you. You’re the hottest bitch in the world to me. My groupies are whores, they don’t mean shit. Stop being a dick to yourself.”

(Name)’s tears slowed as she cuddled into Adam’s chest. “Really?” she asked quietly.

“Really.”

A moment of silence.

“‘M tired,” (Name) slurred. Adam rolled his eyes. “I’m not surprised. You’re wasted.” “Whateverrr.” When she turned towards the stairs and stumbled, Adam scooped her up bridal-style.

“I can wa-alk,” (Name) protested.

“Shut up.”

Adam carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He cradled her in one arm while he pulled the covers back, before gently tucking her into the bed. He crawled into bed next to her. Protectively, he draped his wing over her and pulled her into his chest.

(Name) slung an arm over his waist, gripping the shirt material at his back. It didn’t take long at all before (Name) was fast asleep. After watching her for a while, Adam himself fell asleep.

He woke up to (Name) running her fingers through his hair and gently scratching at his scalp. “Good morning,” she cooed. Adam sighed contently. “You’re feeling better.” (Name) was confused. “What do you mean?”

“Oh you were a mess last night,” Adam teased. “You wanted to have sex and I said no because I was pretty sure you were blacked out, and boom, I was right. Anyway, you lost your shit a little.”

(Name) looked embarassed. “Oh my god, I’m never drinking again.”

Adam laughed. “It’s okay, babe, I still thought you were cute. Even when you were drunk crying.”

(Name) tapped his head. “Shut up,” she mumbled.

Adam laughed. He couldn’t help but tease her. “Seriously though, you were fine,” he reassured her.

“But now that you’re awake and sober, wanna have sex?”

[whokilledsamara]

well, since i asked for a dogday nsfw alphabet might as well ask for catnap as well lol

if that’s okay, ofc. i don’t want to be a bother 🥹

(love reading your writings btw !!)

CATNAP NSFW ALPHABET

a catnap x reader list. {an: heheh... why ofc.. hes got to be the sexiest one of all in my opinion ;3 also thank you for enjoying my fics, i try my best <3}

warnings! : oh boy.... hes quite the aggressive type. nsfw, obviously, HARDCORE sex. unlike dogday, catnap doesnt hold back. blood play, abuse kink, dubcon if you squint/somno, aggressive sex, MASSIVE dick. yes, you are still in the factory. this is pre-escaping. {for this one, catnap is bbi but built like dogday. not his "monster" form like in the game.} afab and amab. period sex mentioned. asphyxiation... augh.. hes sadistic..

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

unfortunately, little to no aftercare. catnap isnt one to care much. yes he loves you, but he doesnt find aftercare appealing. probably most he will do is clean you up and let you sleep on him.

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

he likes your ass. and thighs. likes sleeping on them. also if you're afab hes a big fan of your tits. likes kneeding them {hehehe cat biscuits}

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

much like dogday, he cums a lot. also due to his sheer size. not like he can get you pregnant anyways so almost always its a creampie. or your face if hes facefucking you.

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

he wants to fuck you on your period

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

hasnt done it too much, but hes a quick learner. good at noticing body language so he knows what you like.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

any position where he can choke you. he likes to brink you on the edge of passing out but not quite enough to actually do it.

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

very serious. not awkward at all. wants to hurt you and finds nothing funny in that {maybe a little bit due to his sadism}

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

he doesnt care enough to keep up. obviously hes covered in fur, but theres a decent amount of fluff down there.

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

he doesnt give a single fuck about romance. {VERY rarely and i mean that heavily, will he ever show even a hint of softness, but its there.}

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

when you arent there he does. hes a horny guy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

blood play, knife play {claws}, abuse kink, impact play, petplay, etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his "room" as he calls it. but he also doesnt care where he does it. he will do it in the middle of the playcare if he wants to.

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

hes a pervert, so basically anything that looks even slightly suggestive even if it isnt. or seeing you hurt yourself. {not sh, but like in general}

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

scat/vomit play. ew.. not much else he wont do.

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

hes kinda selfish. he prefers receiving. nothing gets him off more than seeing you in pain trying to take him all in your mouth. he doesnt mind giving though, he has a rough, cat-like tongue, so its heavenly whether afab or amab.

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

fast and rough. as expected.

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

hell yea. he will do anything as long as he gets to nut.

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

any risk, hes willing to take. doesnt care if it hurts you {okay maybe ha cares a little bit}. sadism....

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

stamina? never wears down. even though hes a generally sleepy guy, that doesnt mean he doesnt have a lot of stamina.

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

nah, he IS the toy. doesnt need anything else. hes easily able to get you off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

constantly teasing and edging you. if you try to tease him it will just piss him off. goodluck walking.

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

not loud, does grunt and growl a lot. he wants you to be loud tho..

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

loves digging his claws in you, finds it so hot to mark you. also heavily into somno. i mean.. his whole motto is sleeping. {hes such an asshole i love him sm}

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

biiiggg boy.. kinda a given though. bigger than dogday, at 16 inches.. ouchie.. >.< {luckily hes nice enough not to force all of it in!!}

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

high, very high. tries to fuck you as often as he can, even when you are asleep, he doesnt care.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if hes able to he does. but he doesnt necessarily NEED to, he just likes sleeping.

{sorry if this was too much or too graphic, just my personal headcannons. if you arent a fan of this lmk!!! i can easily make another one more mundane.}

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[evermourning]

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝 - bang chan

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader, lovertober entry i

genre: non!idol au, office!au, fluff, office romance, slice of life, mutual pining, enemies to lovers (kinda), slow burn??

wc: 5.8k

warnings: suggestive, making out, will they/won't they type shit, language, lots of jype idols, vague business (don't come after me i'm in med courses), BLONDE CHAN, miscommunication

a/n: here is the first lovertober entry! releasing this one in honor of chan's birthday. happy birthday, channie! <33

lovertober entries will not be coming out as fast as the bewitched series did. i have a lot on my plate, and these are longer. please be patient. thank you! <3

you took a deep breath, the air filling your lungs not helping as much as it should've. the building you were about to walk into was huge, boasting many stories and definitely was even larger on the inside. if you squinted, you could barely make out shapes of an enormous lobby, built with high ceilings and many elevators.

holy shit, you were going to get so lost.

you repeated affirmations to essentially calm yourself down. you had been chosen specifically for this job by the chairman himself. he'd stopped in for your interview, and personally taken a liking to you. you were strong! you had this in the bag, definitely.

you walked through the door, marveling at the sight of the building. it was modern and architecturally genius and unique, the colors and structure blending so well. you walked across the tiled floor, your shoes clicking against it uncomfortably loud. some people were staring, having never seen you in their life. when you rang the bell at the front desk, a head popped out from the back, looking you up and down before her lips turned upward, blossoming into a beautiful smile.

"you're the new hire, yes? oh, we've been so excited to meet you!" she outstretched a hand, shaking yours elegantly. "my name is chaeryeong. you'll be seeing me a lot. the front desk is my domain, you could say."

you smiled. so far, everyone you'd seen in this company was the epitome of drop-dead gorgeous, and chaeryeong was no exception. if there was something in the air, you were happy to be working here.

"it's your first day, right?" chaeryeong asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. after you nodded, she walked over to her desk and pressed a small button, connecting her to the intercom.

"what is it, chaer?" a lower, masculine voice spoke from the small speaker. "do you need anything?"

"i do, yes." she replied, still very amiable but much more formal. "can you come get our new hire and introduce them to the president? he was the one who requested them to be hired, after all."

"um...i'll try." the voice said, a bit hesitantly. "the chairman's been working him to the bone, so he's in a bit of a mood. point fingers if he tries to pin the blame on us for scaring the new hire away."

chaeryeong laughed softly, saying a quick goodbye before turning it off.

"alright, the president's secretary is coming down to get you. he's a real sweetheart, so he'll be your cushion before meeting the man in charge."

you nodded, trying to process what you'd heard on the intercom. you really hoped your boss wasn't rude. you weren't one to believe claims without proof. on the contrary, you quite disliked ill-mannered people.

after chatting amicably with chaeryong for a little bit, your conversation was interrupted by a soft "ahem". you turned your head to see another person standing there with a small smile.

he was tall and well-built, with a relaxed air about him. his tousled brown hair was perfectly styled, and he looked to be in his early thirties.

"i've heard so much about you, yn." he began running a hand through his hair. "lily, your interviewer, was absolutely gushing about you, saying you were the one. i honestly couldn't tell if she meant it in a business way or a romantic one. you seriously charmed her."

you laughed, your cheeks heating up from the compliment.

"that's nice to hear," you replied to his words of praise. "who are you? you seem so familiar, i'm pretty sure i've seen you on the news or something."

he sighed.

"yes, you most likely have. i'm junho, the president's secretary. my hiring was all over the news because it was very controversial. many aren't used to male secretaries." his identity clicked like two puzzle pieces snapping into place.

"oh...oh! lee junho, that's who you are!" you exclaimed, and he chuckled. "i always thought you were so brave. secretarial gender roles have been in place for so long, i'm happy they're finally starting to be broken." you saw how his cheeks turned the slightest bit redder from the compliment, eliciting a grin out of you.

"thank you, that really means a lot." he motioned in the direction of the elevators. "shall we go, then? you have a lot of orientation to go through, but you've been directed to meet the president first. so just come with me."

once you got into the elevator, which had many floors to pass, junho explained to you the hierarchy of this certain workplace.

"each division of our company has it's own name and unit, it's very interesting. the company itself is owned by the chairman, j.y. park, but he just goes by jyp. the president is very private and he likes to introduce himself, so...i'll just move on. the vice president, jihyo, is very kind but she's got an iron fist when it comes to work. she's really a lovely lady who's fought for her position and deserves it wholeheartedly." as junho explained, your interest in this mysterious president grew more and more. "the big positions of power are referred to as skz. there's like seven of them if you don't include the president. the pr team are so amazing as well, they go by misamo. it was really odd, one of our new hires said they were 'mothering'? i think that's a good thing, though."

eventually, the elevator reached the top floor. you took a deep breath, mirroring the one you inhaled before you entered. at the end of the long hallway were two large doors, and a quiet conversation could be heard, although it was unintelligible.

"may i come in?" junho called, knocking on the door.

"no." a male voice said, almost instantly after junho asked. "we're busy."

"respectfully, sir...be quiet. you may come in, junho. we just finished our conversation." a new voice replied, female and with authority.

"i could fire you with just a snap of my fingers." the first voice hissed, eliciting an incredulous laugh from the woman.

"please, be rational. you know your company can't function without me." the man went silent, meaning this woman was correct.

the doors opened to an expensive office. not only was it absolutely enormous, it was furnished incredibly well. on one side there was a large mahogany desk covered in papers and writing utensils. a laptop sat on the side, haphazardly teetering on the edge. you wanted to push it more onto the desk. behind the desk was a beautiful bookcase taking up the entire wall, sporting both business books and classic literature. on the other side was a sitting area in front of a windowed wall that allowed the viewer to marvel at the sight of the bustling city from above.

there were three people in different areas of the room. you observed and took notes on each one. two men, one woman.

the woman had long black hair that cascaded down her shoulder in perfect waves. she held a cup, which with closer observation you determined was filled by some sort of smoothie. when you came in, she smiled warmly at you. judging by how she held herself and the authority that radiated from every bone in her body, this was definitely the vice president, jihyo.

sitting in a chair near the president's desk was one of the two men. he didn't even noticed you and junho's arrival, as he was much too preoccupied with looking at...cat pictures? when he noticed your imploring gaze, he showed you his phone.

"these are my cats. aren't they lovely?"

this man was a little odd. but what he lacked in normality (which was such a vague word already) he made up for in attractiveness, because unashamedly you'd admit he was sexy as hell. he was lean, with unreachable beauty and neatly styled hair that was almost some sort of burgundy shade. he looked like he could be a heartthrob with those visuals. but he was not the man who'd turned junho away, so you determined he was not the president.

you nudged junho slightly. "who's he?"

"minho. he's the chief operating officer. he seems cold at first, but he's great. he's also the president's closest friend. him and jihyo are really the only ones who can even attempt to influence the guy and succeed."

"junho, please stop talking about me as if i'm not in the room. i'm not deaf." the voice from before came from the man standing at the window. this was the one who'd been talking before, with his embarrassingly attractive australian accent. then he turned around, and your voice died in your throat.

he had wispy blonde hair with slight curls, and beautiful dark eyes. his face looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. he was wearing a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up, so that everyone could see his toned forearms. he matched this with ebony slacks and black leather shoes. from where he stood, the light scent of his cologne wafted into your nostrils and you swore you felt dizzy.

was this really your boss?

"is this the new hire? the one the chairman was raving about?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"yes, sir. you requested them to be hired, too. remember?"

when junho confirmed this information, he turned around, his piercing gaze fixing on you.

"i hope you're feeling eternally grateful. most people start at the bottom. you see, this company is like a ladder. most people have to pull themselves up rung by rung until the skin on their hands is calloused and bruised. that's how i got here, that's how jihyo got here, and that's how everybody else at this damn company got to where they are now." his words were cold. "and today, you start your very first day as an executive assistant. completely skipping over the ladder and landing at the top. do not assume this means you have privilege, because the moment you slip up, you're out."

although his words were harsh, each vowel and consonant dripping with venom, they made sense.

"i understand, sir." you replied.

"good. i don't think i'd be able to operate with an idiot masquerading as my assistant."

the moment those words left his mouth, a strong sense of dislike grew in your bones, inching up to your brain. was he taking you for an idiot? it was already amazing enough of the feat you’d accomplished.

“sir, if i may—“ you began, but minho cut you off.

“choose your next words carefully, please. he’s like a beast when he gets mad.”

you sighed, remaining composed to the best of your abilities.

“i’d appreciate it if you did not speak so rashly about my position as your assistant. the person who approved my appointment was the chairman himself, and he had every right to put me at the bottom of the ladder, where i would’ve put in my all to climb to the top anyways.” you spoke firmly, precisely.

“is that all?” the president spoke. jihyo gave him a warning look. it was funny. she was merely the vice president yet held so much power over him. he looked back at her, gritting his teeth.

"one more thing, and then i will be done. what's your name? i can't keep referring to you as 'the president' in my head."

he let out a chuckle.

"it's christopher. christopher bahng." he looked you up and down, his lips curling into a smirk. "i think i'm going to like you."

you were not going to like him.

...

as the hours turned into days, and the days turned into weeks, you settled into your new job. however, your dislike for your boss only grew with each passing moment. he rarely ever talked to you. the only times he did were to critique your performances and bark new orders. it was absolutely insufferable.

"did you call a car?" he asked as you followed him out of the hotel. he walked quickly, you almost had to jog to keep up with him. even the back of his head was annoying, with his...beautiful hair...ugh! that was one of the most annoying things about christopher fucking bahng - his stupid hair on his stupid head with his stupidly handsome face. why'd such a lovely appearance have to be paired with such an awful personality? god had definitely been giggling as he made the guy.

"yes, mr. bahng. it'll be here any second. we'll be at the airport at 10:53am, as the morning traffic thins." you replied almost robotically. you kept these thoughts to yourself. it wasn't worth it, bad-mouthing your boss, with the type of salary you were receiving.

"good. you're getting better." he said slyly. you squinted at him.

"getting better at what, may i ask? i think i've excelled at this job from the beginning, sir. you picked me yourself."

"-from a lineup of assistants just as qualified as you. calm down. you are talented yes, but you are not special." you bit your tongue, clenching your fist to keep yourself from swinging it at his perfect cheekbones. "you're getting better at following my instructions. you've got a sharp tongue, but at least you're polite about it. do you really want to know why i picked you?"

"enlighten me, bahng." you said, in an irritated tone you probably should not have used towards your boss. thankfully, it really only made him let out a low chuckle, biting his full bottom lip.

"i'd found myself in a sticky situation. narrowing executive assistant candidates down to four or five was already enough of a task in itself, because every single person on that goddamn list was extremely qualified. and then, i got to your portfolio. there was something about the way you stared at the camera in your photo. it was so...intriguing, i wanted to learn about everything. what makes you happy, what ticks you off, every little thing."

you raised an eyebrow.

"you sound like you want to fuck me or something." the words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them, and chris basically roared with laughter.

"there is no way you just said that to your boss." he said in between gasps of breath. "please remember even if we aren't the office, this is still a professional relationship."

and then he leaned in, his breath tickling your ear.

"and who knows, maybe i do? wait and see." your cheeks heated significantly at his comment. as he noticed this, he laughed again. "you're so fun to play with."

you huffed at his comment, tuning him out when you spotted something in your peripheral. it was an old lady, crossing the road with shaky legs as she leaned for dear life onto her cane. she leaned a little too far, the cane giving out. the poor lady tumbled to the ground. chris noticed this too.

"stay here." he handed you his things and rushed over to the lady, helping her up and reaching an arm around her protectively. you watched in awe as he helped her gently across the street, before, kneeling down and looking up at her.

"are you okay, ma'am? that was quite a fall." he said softly. "are you hurt?"

the elderly woman blushed at his comment.

"such a gentleman! i almost didn't think kids like you had respect anymore." she cooed, smiling widely at chris. "i think i scraped my knee a bit. do you have a bandage or something like that, boy?"

he nods.

"yes, my assistant has a first aid kit. yn, can you get it out?" you'd never seen this side of him. was this who he was under that awful exterior? you reached into your bag, looking around until you found the first aid kit. you knelt down beside chris, carefully applying the band-aid over the woman's knee. when you finished, she gave you a big kiss on the cheek before hobbling away.

after she left, the sleek black car you'd called for chris pulled up, and he got inside. as you went to close his door and sit in the shotgun seat, he pulled you into the back. you sat there, pressed into his side. if it was affecting him, he clearly wasn't showing it.

"i, um, didn't know you had that side of you." you said quietly. your boss turned to look at you.

"i just see no need to act like that at work. see, i believe giving somebody respect is the highest blessing you could ever be gifted. i always try to give that to people."

"then why don't you try to act like that at work? junho is older than you, and so is jihyo." you asked. chris sighed.

"work doesn't really count to me. sometimes, kindness doesn't equate to business. this business is cutthroat and if you're sweet and soft, people will take advantage of you. it's sad, yet true." he said firmly, before adding in a softer voice. "i don't love acting like that, though. i feel really bad."

and yet, that was your first implication that there was a heart in christopher bahng's body. a truly beautiful heart it was, like a rose with blooming petals of scarlet and maroon. it was just too far underneath the thorns for some people, including you, to see. and you were determined to scrounge through your things to find a clipper.

while your boss was out meeting with jihyo, you sat in one of the plush sitting chairs, legs crossed, a copy of fyodor dostoyevsky's crime and punishment in your lap. the harrowing tale of raskolnikov's crimes and his fucked-up family bored you out of your mind, but it was the only book in chris' library that you'd actually read. it was pouring rain outside, adding a gentle atmosphere to the room.

chris slammed the door behind him as he entered, obviously annoyed. behind him, junho shot you a sympathetic look.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?" chris snapped. you looked up at him, bored, before flipping the page. "i assigned you a whole bunch of shit to do!"

"and it's done." you replied solemnly. chris sighed, slumping into the seat across from you, resting his head in his hands. after a little while, he peeked through his fingers to stare at you.

"is it actually?" when he realized you were telling the truth, a smile stretched across his face. god, he had dimples?!

"yeah, i couldn't sleep last night, so i pulled an all-nighter and finished it all. now i'm just reading this boring-ass book. it's got a good plot, though." you were rambling, probably a result of your tired brain having trouble functioning. "it's very interesting to me how dostoyevsky portrays the gradual loss of raskolnikov's sanity."

chris quirked an eyebrow. all of a sudden, he turned to junho, who wore a worried expression upon his face. chris’ face was unreadable, before he finally spoke up.

"junho, make sure nobody comes in here for the rest of the day." he ordered. junho scribbled this down.

"sir, what are you thinking- what if jihyo or minho or hell - even the chairman comes? you're not thinking this through. act rationally."

"nobody. comes. in." he repeated firmly. junho sighed, knowing that it was hopeless to try and argue.

"whatever you say, sir." junho sent you a look before leaving. "let's go, yn."

"nope. they're staying here." chris said. it was obvious junho was biting his tongue at the comment, but he didn't push it. after he left, chris turned to you.

"you can sleep on the couch. it's very comfortable. i don't want to disturb you, okay? if you need anything, i'll be at my desk, getting some work done." chris said softly, as if it was a delicate topic. his demeanor had changed so drastically from how he was speaking to junho versus how he spoke to you. you thanked him and laid down, dozing off the second your head hit the pillow. you slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

chris was not okay. he was so sure that it'd be easy as hell, that he could just tune you out, but he couldn't stop looking. your eyes were shut, your lips were slightly parted, and your face was especially serene. he didn't want to think such unprofessional things about his fucking assistant, but god, he couldn't help but daydream about you, looking as tranquil as you did now, beside him in bed one day. maybe he'd chuckle gently as you breathed softly in and out, your face half smushed into the pillow. he'd pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you- he shook his head, fighting off the fantasies.

from the moment junho had brought you into his office - no. from the moment he saw you on that portfolio, a neutral expression upon your beautifully blessed face, it was like the pearl encrusted gates at heaven had opened for him. he had berated himself for this feeling. "you've never even met them, for fuck's sake!" he'd hissed to himself, clenching a fist. "you'll meet them, and they'll turn out to be the biggest bitch you've ever met. wait and see."

and then you didn't.

because god felt like fucking with him, you had the most beautiful personality. a heart of gold with wit and a sharp tongue, paired with your drop-dead gorgeous appearance? you were gonna kill him if you weren't careful.

maybe he just had to distance himself from you, so that these butterflies, this pounding in his heart, all of these symptoms only a crazy person would develop would cease to exist. love was only going to get in the way.

...

as quickly as chris’ affection came for you, it slipped away, as if it were the final months of summer before weeks of cold.

you didn’t want to admit it, but the soft side of chris pushed you over the edge. beneath his layers of cold, hard steel was this truly gentle heart, and you couldn’t get that out of your head. not only was he...devilishly handsome, he had a golden heart to go along with it? plus, he was rich. package deal.

however, after the day when you slept in his office, you rarely saw him anymore. he gave you lots and lots of desk work, leaving you confined to the office building to look over projects and finances for him.

"i'm your assistant, mr. bahng. i should be by your side when you need it." you'd tried to argue. you wanted to be closer. you wanted him to show you that side of him nobody else saw. but he shook his head, biting his lip.

"that's junho's job. he's my secretary. you're my assistant. nothing more, nothing less. get back to work." the words impaled you in the heart, poison upon the arrow's tip. you looked away to fight your tears.

"alright." you said quietly. "i'll get back to work. promise." you left his office, shoes clicking on the floor as you rushed to junho's desk to tell him what happened.

out of anybody at the company, junho was your closest confidant. he was an older brother to you, guiding you along as you navigated the churning waters that essentially was the company. he was also your therapist. (not really unpaid or anything, you'd get him coffee in the mornings as a thank you for putting up with you.)

as always, junho's words of advice were your lighthouse in this grey haze chris had induced upon you. one cloudy thursday, a week or two later, you walked into work, stepped into the sleek metal elevator, and shot to the top. junho was working at his desk, typing away almost robotically.

"i brought you your coffee." you grinned, setting it on his desk. "brewed just the way you like it, jun. the barista says hi, by the way." at once, his face lit up.

"god, you're a lifesaver! i've been so out of it this morning. i love you to pieces, yn." junho was so relieved he got up, giving you a tight hug before chugging the coffee down in a few sips. "which barista?"

as you launched off into the story, you had absolutely no idea chris had been there, leaning against the wall, hearing every single thing. sure, it was "eavsdropping", but then again, he was the president. who could fire him? (jyp could.) chris thought your relationship with junho was...odd, to say the least. he'd tried convincing himself it was platonic. it had to be. there was no way you'd be with someone like junho! he'd been with a lot of people, last time chris checked. what if you were the next to have your heart carelessly crushed by the elegant sole of junho's burberry shoe? chris didn't like the idea of that one bit.

he was supposed to be distancing himself from you, not falling even harder for you. and he knew junho was a good person, he'd been close with chris for many, many years. and yet, just looking at the warm smile on junho's face as you rambled made chris want to smack it off him.

"i should get back to work." he sighed, turning around and slamming his office door shut. he wanted to go out there so bad, but he knew it was for the best to remain mature.

"was that chris slamming his door? don't tell me he's still in a mood." you huffed, and junho raised an eyebrow at you.

"you wanna talk about it? we can go out to dinner, my treat. i can help you choose something to say to confront him tomorrow morning, okay?"

you smiled, patting junho on the shoulder. "your siblings are so lucky."

chris wasn't stalking you, per se, he just saw you get into junho's car after work. as he watched junho lead you into the restaurant, figurative steam shot out of his ears. he'd be damned if he was going to lose you to his secretary. he'd deduced that this distancing thing was not a great idea, as you two had only been growing closer and him attempting to grow apart from you only upped his longing. and he would fight, kicking and screaming for you. you'd left an imprint on his soul, one he could try and wash off again and again, but it was like a tattoo. and you weren't getting away from him that easily.

you slept really well that night, prepared to confront your boss. you'd even gotten to work early, chatting idly with chaeryeong as she set up her things for the day. however, her intercom went off, resounding with a very familiar australian voice.

"is yn with you?" chris asked.

"oh, yes, sir," chaeryeong said quickly and frantically. she wasn't used to the president using the intercom so casually. she'd told you at most usually jihyo or minho used it. "what about them?"

"they're needed in my office. asap." his voice was firm, final. chaeryeong wished you luck, taking your hand in hers and squeezing it tightly. as you stepped into the same elevator you rode every day, it felt like it was shrinking. why were you scared? you were going to march in there and tell him everything.

when you made it to his office, he was leaning against his desk, wearing a black pinstripe jacket over his black button-up. he didn't notice you coming in, but when he did his gaze zeroed in on your expression.

"come, close the door and sit down."

you felt like a child being scolded, as you shut the doors behind you. as you sat down in the chair, chris sighed, massaging his temples.

"i'd like to remind you, it is not a good idea to have a relationship with a co-worker. it's a horrid idea, frankly." you tilted your head, confused. what was he talking about?

"what are you going on about?" you asked him, genuine confusion in your voice.

"i'm saying, please think about being in a relationship with junho. he's much older than you, and if you break up with him you'll have to see him every day, and i've heard he's a player-"

"wait, mr. bahng...are you jealous?" you asked incredulously, and chris looked away, the tips of his ears red. "oh my god, you are."

"shut up!" he said, sounding like a child, eliciting a laugh out of you.

"mr. bahng...i hope you know i'm not dating junho. he's thirty-three, for fuck's sake! he's like a brother to me. and i thought we fucking had something, you know, but then you decided to just push me away as if i was some replaceable assistant of yours."

chan groaned, slumping against his desk.

"don't play around with my feelings." he hissed.

"i'd never." you protested. his eyes met yours. time slowed to a halt as you lost yourself in his gaze. when his lips parted to speak, you were in a trance.

"i hope you mean that, i really do." he sighed. "everything i have done so far has been for you. from the moment i saw your picture, i thought you'd be dangerous to bring in because i wouldn't be able to keep myself away from you. i prayed that you'd at least have some nasty personality, but of course you had to walk in here as the most lovely person i've ever met. i want to hold you in my arms, i want to kiss you until your lips are swollen and bruised, i want to feel your palm against mine. you are a sword, and your essence is the poison upon it. and god, i would ingest every drop. i would stab my heart just so my arteries and blood vessels could be flooded with the very idea of you. i am a drought, you are the spring rain. if i am a body, falling apart after being mutilated, you are asclepius, healing my broken body with your gentle, golden touch. i will lay here, pliant and void as you carefully thread your silver needle and stitch me back together. what have you done to me?"

you didn't know what to do. your boss, who you had impromptu feelings for, had just confessed to you.

so you grabbed him by the tie, pulling in for a kiss. your lips crashed together and you gave him a second to decide if he wanted this or not, before his hand grabbed the back of your head his lips met yours with a fiery passion that was not there the first time. your hands went to the wood of the desk and he flipped you around, lifting you up onto the desk. his large hands slid down to your hips as you opened your mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. after making out you were panting, he moved his fixation to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your skin. his hands moved up to unbutton the top of your shirt, allowing himself better access to your collarbone. as he bit down slightly, a yelp escaping your lips. he looked up at you.

"i'm going to make you make that sound again. and again. and again." he said lowly, his lips finding their place on your body again.

that is, until a knock sounded on the door, echoing throughout the office.

"mr. bahng? it's jihyo. do you have a minute?" chris stared at you, his eyes wide, before ushering you into the office's bathroom and shutting the door. while you waited for jihyo to finish talking to him, you checked out your appearance in the mirror.

you had a growing bruise right beneath your collarbone.

"you can come out now." chris' voice sounded from the other side of the door. you opened it, pointing to your fresh bruise. his mouth dropped open.

"i am so sorry-" he began, laughing. his cheeks were rosy. it looked good on him, you thought to yourself. but you felt better knowing it was the product of your flirtations.

"it's okay, at least it can be hidden by my shirt." you sighed, and chris went to wrap an arm around your waist. "you're coming on very strong, christopher."

"i know. but you love it." he grinned. "and please, call me chan. it's my korean name."

"it's beautiful. your mother named you well."

you decided then and there that everything the universe put you through was for this moment. the endless stairs to the top ended with a man as lovely as chris falling for you. there was no need for luck or any sort of manifestations you'd slave over, wishing and waiting for them to come true. you were happy. that was all that mattered.

...

you laid on the couch, a blanket over your shivering body. you didn't want to call in sick, you'd been in the midst of such an important project, but chris insisted it was for your own good. you downed your mug of lukewarm green tea, which did absolutely nothing to soothe your dry throat. the door to your apartment opened, and chris walked in, carrying a large bag.

"okay, so i've got some decongestants, cough medicine, chicken noodle soup, more tea bags, tissues, and saline." he said, counting on his fingers. "oh, and i got you that candy you said you were craving.

your lips stretched upward at his words, and you rolled over to face him.

"you seem a bit better than yesterday," he smiled, his dimples showing as he knelt down beside you. "still, rest up and let me do all the heavy lifting. i want you to recover fully."

"you don't need to baby me, though." you whined, embarrassingly sounding very much like a child. it was definitely from the sickness. chris chuckled at your comment. "don't laugh at me, channie!"

"i'm not, i'm not. there's a different between taking care of you and babying you, y'know." he brushed a stray hair of yours out of your face, giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. his lips brushing against your skin was always the best feeling.

"i'm gonna get you sick..." you said softly, and he shook his head.

"if i get sick, i did it nursing the love of my life back to health. it's a worthy sacrifice, don't you think?"

you truly hoped and prayed with all your being that instead of praying at the altar, your hands would be wrapped around chan's tightly standing there. you'd look for him in the sun, the moon, the sky, and the stars. in the deepest parts of the sea and the highest peaks of the himalayas.

the gods had bestowed you with the gift that was christopher bahng, and you would cherish him, forever and evermore.

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[batsplat]

greetings professor batsplat,

i recently heard somewhere about valentino having kicked someone else off the bike before the whole. sepang rosquez situation.

and i was wondering if you had any info on that / could shed light on the context? how it happened, what motivated him to do it perhaps etc.

thanks a lot <33

yeah I know why this gets brought up quite regularly, but tbh there's not much of a story behind it. valentino kicked someone, did not kick said someone 'off' the bike, didn't have complex motivations beyond venting some frustration. just the habitual problem of getting pissy about someone coasting on the racing line (x):

At the end of the 250 class qualifying, Italian Valentino Rossi, annoyed by a move by Yasu Hatakeyama, decided to practice kickboxing. Rossi "pressed" the Japanese rider against the edge of the track with his Aprilia and, bike to bike, threw a kick at the Japanese rider's thigh. The Italian, who had already hit his colleague's helmet at the Dutch GP, did not show the slightest remorse: "Every time I meet Hatakeyama, he closes me down. Today I was on the last lap and I could lower my time, and when I was going to pass him, he crossed the track and slowed down. I had to brake suddenly and I was very nervous. But I think that the next time I am about to pass him, he will not close me down." There were no penalties for Rossi, although both he and the Japanese rider received a verbal warning.

this was at argentina 1998 - here's the kick itself, courtesy of teenage valentino:

here's a HD clip of the kick as well as valentino's gesturing afterwards:

it's basically the exact same thing as casey kicking checa in 2007 or punching de puniet in 2011 (see here) for exactly the same reasons. or for a more recent example, take aleix slapping franky last year. riders are hotheads, they REALLY hate someone getting in their way when they're trying to do a lap, sometimes they lash out. this obviously does not mean it's a good idea and really should warrant some kind of penalty. neither valentino nor casey got penalties, but aleix got a six place grid drop. which, good! it's irresponsible and stupid, even if it's also admittedly kinda funny. still, it'd be pushing it to suggest there's much similarity between that and sepang 2015. although his description of the incident is fun (from oxley's vr files):

I got into a bit of trouble on Saturday for kicking the Japanese rider Yasu Hatakeyama at the end of the final qualifying session. I like to kick arse! I've had a lot of trouble with him all season - you go to pass him in practice and he shuts the door on you, even though he's going slow. I've spoken to him about it a few times and he always says "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" then goes and does it again at another race. It's very dangerous. On Saturday he took a short cut round the back of the circuit, and was going through this corner at about 20kph when I arrived on a very fast lap. It was really frightening, so I paid him back by kicking him as we returned to the pits.

how very casey of him

if you ARE looking for something a bit more relevant in terms of valentino using his body in the heat of battle, an even younger version of valentino might be able to help. this is all the way back in his rookie 1996 season - where he was known for his wild riding, especially in the early races that year, and on occasion did actually elbow AND knee his competitors in his determination to beat them. feral thing. in general, to my eyes valentino seems like he's quite good at using spatial awareness in w2w combat, of using the physical dimensions of his body to fight other riders... take for instance the finely judged knee retraction pass at catalunya 2009, how he immediately sticks his knee out again in front of jorge's line once he's past, that sort of thing

the most obvious example has to be the doctor's dangle - motogp urban legend ofc holds that it started in jerez 2005, where valentino wasn't actually using his leg to block sete, but since then? in popularising the habit of motogp riders of dangling their legs into corners, valentino also gave himself another nifty way of defending against opponents. sometimes it does look like he's using the dangled leg to quite literally block his rivals from passing... perhaps the most blatant examples of that come in motegi 2010, where he's willing to do whatever it takes to beat jorge. he does admittedly have plausible deniability in this race - the possibility that he was dangling his leg more excessively in order to help mitigate the shoulder injury. still, it's pretty comical at times

"When he does go through - if he does go through that corner, he's going to have to take Rossi's leg off!" "He is! Drag him along, I think."

I mean. come on. what is this. you cannot tell me this is ergonomically efficient. valentino did do this to some extent when he was behind jorge too, so I don't think the shoulder explanation is complete bullshit - but it does also feel like a bit of an opportunistic method of making his bike as broad as possible. jorge repeatedly almost rides into valentino's leg, including when he's finally had enough and makes the overtake that sets off the late battle between them. so yeah, valentino's definitely not a stranger in using his physicality to his advantage in conducting his wheel to wheel battles. one of the things that makes him so fun to watch

[sol-flo]

stuff from steam next fest that caught my eye:

kletka: 1-4 player survival horror. seems like a tight iteration of lethal company. i think calling it gigastructure (instead of mega) is a bit much though... are you trying to compensate for something...?

fish fear me: fishing roguelike. actually played this one for an hour-ish, and the demo is likely to stay up imo. it has tank controls, the boat is kinda like a kart. it's an unhinged choice that works super well.

automaton heart: sequel to the 3ds' last game, automaton lung, which i'm sad to admit i haven't played much of. it's an rpg and the visuals appeal to the blame! enjoyer brain, plus i really am fascinated with automaton lung's whole deal. — update: yeah it has all of lung's signature cryptic jank. i really need to dig more into it. this demo's likely to remain up as well, so i'll have time to really poke at it.

mohrta: save me slow paced exploration heavy fps... i love retro rpgs. 20 bosses sounds really scary, and it overall seems to be going for a very large scope, when what i love about lunacid and dread delusion is their tightness, but this looks awesome.

update: for an exploration heavy fps it sure does start you with a long and linear combat encounter... the game's pretty hard, i got walled by the first boss because it's very fast — in fact, once you get into the first level it's pretty clear that while exploration is somewhat slow, combat is anything but. however! it's made on gzdoom! that's pretty cool on its own, but it also means console commands are all there ^_^, and there's a lot of options including full tilt / bob customization (why there's tilting in the first place is beyond me. the nausea...). it might be stretching the engine a bit, since my performance is kinda subpar at times. the art direction is awesome, but there's the characteristic feeling that the game was made by some cishet guys. haven't finished the demo yet, but overall a game to keep an eye on for sure!

hyperbeat: rhythm game! it looks really cool and fun, and there's workshop support — yippee for the possibility of bad apple!!. runs decently on the thinkpad but didn't feel super great on mouse, i wanna check it out on the "gaming" laptop and probably with controller (it really seems designed for the analog stick) — update: performance greatly improved by being on a better laptop, but it was still pretty hard with controller. the learning curve of this control scheme is pretty tough to me...

rhapsody of moon rabbit: top down shooter, it doesn't look all that remarkable but i'll always check out hybrid hells. — update: this performed quite poorly and wasn't very good... i didn't enjoy the controls and the two character gimmick is odd, because i don't see much reason to ever use the meelee character, she's more of a fallback for when you die. not good 👎

[malarign]

a-z with Heeseung!

(a-z headcanon)

contains: bf!Heeseung x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! mentions of food, fights, kissing, making out, lmk if missed any! | wc: approx. 1,6k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: i’m in my Heeseung hours 😔

Activities (what do they like doing with their partner)

Heeseung is quite an active guy in general so any form of physical activity is a great option for him, but his absolute favorite is late-night strolls that usually would end on a street basketball court. He would either help you and teach you how to play if he sees you struggling to aim to the hoop or play with you giving you a slight head start.

Beauty (what do they admire about their partner)

What does he NOT admire about you? Heeseung is whipped for every little thing about you or what you do. But his absolute favorite is when you’re focusing on something you like or how your eyes sparkle when you’re telling him about something you’re passionate about. It just leaves him wanting to listen to you more and learn it so that he can talk to you about your hobbies.

Cuddles (how would they like to cuddle)

Heeseung LOVES cuddling. Any form of physical contact with you is perfect for him. He would totally be a big spoon with exceptional moments when he just wants to bury his head into your chest or neck. Add a head and back scratches and he’s all smiley humming in satisfaction.

Dates (how dates with them would look like)

Heeseung would prefer having rather domestic kind of dates to go out. Surprisingly I think he would like to have dinner with you, making it from the scratch. He would find it fun trying some recipes, enjoys your flour wars but also wrapping his arms around your waist while you’re cutting vegetables or cleaning the counter.

Equal (what are your roles in a relationship)

Heeseung likes to think he wears the trousers in your relationship, but it’s rather equal. Safe to say there are no roles in your relationship since his introverted side is still present in his demeanor. He’s your number one protector whenever you don’t feel safe or uncomfortable but so do you when he feels somewhat insecure or not confident. Talk about a power couple.

Fight (how arguments with them would look like)

Okay, they just don’t happen, and if they do it’s rather playful or very mild. He would rather have an honest conversation on what both of you could improve in your relationship than let emotions take control over him. I do not picture him being able to raise his voice at you at all, mostly because he would be scared of how you would react. And because he simply doesn’t want to.

Gratitude (what they are grateful for)

Honestly, Heeseung would just appreciate you bearing with him. He’s a high-maintenance guy and needs lots of attention and compliments. He has his weak moments and often feels down, but it never lasts long, since you always seem to know how to make him feel better.

Hugs (what hugs do they like)

Long hugs being his favorite just makes so much sense to me. Heeseung is quite busy on a daily basis so he needs those long hugs when the whole world seems to stop for him. He would rest his head on your shoulder or on top of your head and smile when he feels you tightening your grip around his neck.

I love you (how long did it take them to say L-word)

Heeseung knows what he wants. So when he got into a relationship with you he kinda knew he loves you, but he wanted to be 100% sure before he tells you. This resulted him telling you the L-word after six months or so. He would precisely plan how he’s going to tell you but he’ll end up just blurting out those words, while his heart beats definitely too fast. But slows down when you tell him the same.

Jealousy (how jealous they get)

I don’t see him getting jealous often but whenever he does get jealous he shows you and everybody around. Heeseung wouldn’t mind you being close with other members, he would be happy you’re on good terms with them. BUT if he spots any of them looking at you in a way that he doesn’t like, he would wrap his hands around your waist, sending glares that describe his feelings better than words.

Kisses (what kisses do they like)

Heeseung likes slow and intimate kisses. He likes to take his time with you and doesn’t rush things, to just enjoy your presence. But whenever he leaves for work he leaves short pecks on your forehead or top of your head.

Love language (what’s their love language)

Heeseung would show his love for you daily, mostly by simply telling you how much he loves and appreciates you. He is very good with his words and always knows what to say to make your heart flutter and beat a little bit faster.

Making out (how make-out sessions go with them)

Make-out sessions with Heeseung are relatively frequent. He loves when you sit on his lap so that he can put his hands on your sides and waist. Doesn’t really like giving or receiving hickeys, sorry I just don’t think he’s that kind of guy. He would just kiss your skin while you’re having a break from his kisses and pull out for a quick breath.

Nicknames (what nicknames they would give their partner)

Just a classic baby or anything related to your name. Simple but works perfectly for him, you’re not complaining either. I don’t really picture him coming up with some fancy nicknames. He would love it when you call him by his name but his heart melts when you call him “love”. He just would look at you with doe eyes and do anything fo you.

On cloud nine (what makes them feel loved)

Like I stated already, Heeseung loves receiving compliments. You telling him he did a great job or that he had worked hard makes him feel at ease and appreciated. Add your comforting touch and he’s long gone, thinking only about you.

Patience (how patient are they)

Heeseung truly is an oasis of serenity and peace, but only when it comes to you. He often gets teased about it, or has to meet with sulking members because of the partner privilage he gives you. When you tease or prank him he just smiles at you being satisfied with the results of your actions.

Quirk (their characteristic that is helpful in a relationship)

Just like I said, Heeseung is very patient with you. He wouldn’t get mad over your clumsiness or during disagreements. Instead he would just explain things to you and help you overcome the mess you had made.

Romantic (how romantic they are)

He is romantic but nothing too special. He is rather cool guy who just needs comfort of your loving arms. But all of this doesn’t have any hint of eminence in it. Though if he sees that you like receiving flowers or slow-dancing with him he would take a mental note to himself to try doing that more often. Okay maybe he is more romantic than I thought he would be.

Sick (how they act when their parnter is sick)

He wouldn’t know what to do. As long as he wants you to feel better asap he is truly lost and ends up either googling or calling his mom for some help. He tries his best to not overcook a soup he made for you, gives your tensed shoulders a massage and sings to you whenyou have hard time falling asleep. Makes sure you take your medicines and eat a lot to bring your energy back.

Teasing (how much would they tease their partner)

Just because he’s patient with your pranks and teasing doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do the same. And he’s a lot worse than you are to him, truly pain in the ass.

Ugly (what is their bad habit)

Heeseung is messy. Like really messy. He would never place things to their spot and would do anything to not do the dishes after he eats. Hates cleaning with his whole heart but does his best to change that bad habit of his, since he doesn’t want you to struggle with cleaning alone. And since you keep on nagging him about that.

Value (what do they value in a relationship the most)

Heeseung would value honesty and communication the most. When he didn’t like something you did he just communicates it and tells you your action hurted or angered him, so he wants you to do the same. This also goes for being honest about what you’re doing. It’s easy to break his trust and lying to him is one of the ways to do it.

Wild card (random headcanon)

So, after those street basketball dates, after he tired you out he would be all lovely and buy you any snacks you want, offering a piggyback ride back to your apartment. You would laugh together while sharing the food he just bought from a convenience store and talk about everything that happened the past week.

XXX (how affectionate they are)

Heeseung is a silent and cozy type of lover, with sudden and rapid gush of enthusiasm. His love isn’t agressive in any way but very gentle, treats you like the most fragile thing in the world. He loves whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Yearning (what do they do when they miss their partner)

Heeseung would try his best not to show people that he misses you when in reality he counts days and even hours till he meets you again. I feel like he would have an album in his phone full of videos from your dates or just candid photos he took of you throughout the day. He would just stare at them, remembering the memories he made with you, getting a little sentimental at the thought of what future brings ahead of you two.

Zzz… (what it’s like to sleep/wake up next to them)

Have you seen this man sleep??? Let me tell you, as soon as falling asleep with him would be smooth, waking up would be everything but peaceful. He would be all over the place, tossing around and kicking you in his deep slumber. Waking him up would be pretty hard, having to hear “Just 5 more minutes” at least 6 times.

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The post you had earlier about how quickly new technology has come in recently years is amazing and just puts things into perspective. Each decade will in fact look quite different as to what would be available. Stuff just 10 years ago can already be dated. I have a sci-fi story set in my own universe in which the story spans multiple decades. How do I create a similar advancement througout the decades? In fact, in thinking of other fictions that span decades or more - I don't really see such advancement. Some, yes, but nothing that appears and they always keep certain things 'retro' anyway. Not sure if it matters from this viewpoint but I can watch/read something, I don't find it easy to pinpoint its decade within the story just by tech cues. Whereas anything set in the last century, I generally absolutely can identify when its supposed to be. Especially if it's say... surrounding tech and not tech directly at the forefront of the story. Feels like there is something that I am missing that I could insert into my story that will explicitly date the events by its tech. Perhaps that's quite a pedantic point that most people don't really focus on, but I think it definitely would make things stand out and feel like it's an innovative society that makes advancements over the years.

Addy: I feel like there are two major possibilities for sci-fi: continued rapid development or a sort of slowed not-quite-a-plateau. In the second one, you'd see things like our developments with phones, but at a slower pace. Phones came out a while back, but they've been getting smaller (and then larger) with more features. Now they're basically mini-tablets with cell data. On another track, airplanes have certain limitations due to efficiency and interactions with air currents (flying too fast drives up your fuel consumption *rapidly*), and we also still use the SR-71 Blackbird, which came out in the 60s. Our ability to model things and develop things has improved massively, but the SR-71 still works really really well. It gets the job done and, more importantly, we already have it. Our world is a mixture of tried-and-true classics and new developments.

For sci-fi, I'd say a lot of it depends on where they turn their attention to. Can't get new developments in brightly-colored concrete if nobody's pursuing it, after all.... and a lot of that comes down to trends. Look at home development trends - the 2000s had a lot of heavy wood and whatnot, and then it swung into minimalism, and now it's slowly emerging from greige-land (gray+beige) into "some colors, but not too many (yet)." Call it around 15-20 years for a housing style to change. If you walk into a house with 70s decor, you can just tell. The style/era has characteristic features. The whole reason we have so many developments in phones is because people are interested in phones. If nobody cared, nothing would happen.

So what are people prioritizing for research, and how does that affect new developments? New methods of wood engineering, growing organs in labs (maybe there's a breakthrough that massively reduces the cost or reduces the rejection rate), vibrantly colored steel (not currently possible, to my knowledge, and I'm the steel person here), or something with temperature-sensitive plants to act as "natural" thermometers.

People want to develop and grow, it's just a matter of what we develop and when. What's the style of your era? What's the trend? How does that affect industrial research? Or, on the flip side, a new development could launch off a trend. Say you can make color-changing paint - that's going to launch a whole thing of people doing highly customizable rooms with whatever accent walls you want. And for why it doesn't take over and last forever... maybe it becomes kinda tacky after a few years. People might use color-changing paint while deciding what colors to use, but then go get proper paint for the "real thing" because color-changing paint just feels tacky and kinda outdated. Maybe it flakes off easily or is easily removable, or maybe it's super hard to remove. Either could make it feel troublesome to the layperson.

Maybe there have been some difficulties with growing most crops in lunar soil (which is basically rocks with no microbiome), and someone went "hey, if we add this chemical, that'd allow for better water penetration, which would allow for more plant variety" so now you've got a more varied diet instead of subsisting off of 2-3 plants.

One example of IRL research is someone whose project was to look at the amount of white on the wings of monarch butterflies before the migration and after the migration (seeing which butterflies survived to reproduce during that). They found that butterflies with more dappled edges did better, and that may be due to microcurrents at the edges of their wings kinda breaking up the wind. How that ties into the colors? Well, black absorbs heat and white reflects it, and that heat difference causes pressure differences that cause tiny tiny currents. That's the current theory, anyway, it's still being looked into.

People had looked into color differences a little bit, but hadn't really gotten into it properly. Maybe your world(s) didn't really think about it from that angle, and so after a certain year, all atmospheric vehicles with wings have characteristic dappled edges. Maybe those dapples change with time, like how the camouflage on military uniforms is more pixelated now to confuse cameras moreso than people. Maybe you see it on kites for children as well, or on drones or rotors or whatever else. Is the payoff worth it? Maybe not, but it's sci-fi. Why not?

For sci-fi fiction, I think that many franchises want it to appear sort of timeless, where everything kinda has the same general "sci-fi aesthetic" look to it. From that perspective, changes don't matter as much. I will say that Star Trek does have some of their aspects change over time (like more developed communicators and phasers, better EVO outfits, etc - compare Enterprise, TOS, and TNG, for example), though more slowly than in our modern day. The shapes of ships, the tools they use, etc.

[forsworned]

a mutually arranged attachment. (yoriichi tsugikuni x reader)

warning(s). none

categories. f/m

relationships. modern college student au! yoriichi tsugikuni x f!reader

characters. yoriichi tsugikuni, surprise guest hehehe

author’s note.  suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper short update and i know it's crumbs bc im totally breadcrumbing you rn but i will post soon. im just trying to rehash this whole story and make it make sense you feel me, anyways enjoy the little bone i threw ur way if you want to be included in my taglist for this story lmk!

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『♡』 chapter thirteen: nothing but crumbs

It had felt like months since you had seen Yoriichi. In reality it had been only a few days since he had departed. Nothing like a good ole cry sesh to really help you regulate your emotions. Contact between the both of you was choppy. Signal where he was at wasn't so great, so he would call you when he could but it seemed to break up quite a lot. That is until he purchased satellite phones for the both of you to communicate through. That had helped put your minds at ease knowing that one another were still alive. 

The sound of Yoriichi's sigh made your stomach churn. 

"What?"

"I miss you. A lot. I feel like I've broken my promise to you already."

"I miss you, too, but don't say that."

Yoriichi paces around his room. The sound of floorboard creaking beneath him is heard through the phone. 

"Stop that."

"Sorry. Habit."

You laugh. "Just sit down. You're making me antsy here."

The line was quiet for a moment. You could tell he was drowning in his own thoughts. "So, how's the team coming along?"

Yoriichi cleared his throat. "It's a little harder than I thought. Ex-Hanafuda are a hana-ful."

You chuckled. "You're corny."

"I know." You could hear the smile in his voice. It made you hold onto the phone even closer as if it would provide any type of proximity to him. 

"It's taking a little bit of convinving is all, but I'll be back home before next week. I promise."

You sighed. Yoriichi felt his heart twist with guilt. Partially for leaving you behind and partially for lying. 

"Okay."

"You're never out of my sight, you know?" He peered down at the CCTV had installed in your room. 

You glanced up at and raised a brow. He smiled as he watched you lay back against his bed and wave. "Yeah, it's kinda creepy to be honest."

"Well, this is the only way I felt comfortable leaving you." He said as he flitted through the other cameras, getting a look around the permitter of your room. 

"It's still creepy."

He chuckled as he balanced his phone between his shoulder and skipped back to you. Your eyes drooping and your breathing getting slower. He could tell you were starting to drift off to sleep. 

"No doubt. You should sleep. I know it's late over there."

"Wouldn't you know?" You counter rather quickly. "Sorry."

He chuckled at your swiftness. "Sleep."

"'Kay. Night. Miss you." You murmured as you half-heartedly blew a kiss to the camera with closed eyes.

"Good night. Miss you more."

And with that he watched as you hung up the phone and snuggled into his bedsheets wearing the last set of pajamas he had worn before he left. He frowned. Yoriichi's heart ached for you. 

"Boss, are we heading out to meet the folks yet?" A head popped out from behind the door.

"Yeah, I'll be there, Haganezuka." His eyes never leaving the screen as he observed the way your chest rose and fell, fast asleep as cute as could be.

"Yoriichi."

He clicked his tongue. "Alright."

He put the monitor down and checked the app on his phone to make sure it was still connected to his home set up. He knew that Koshi was there along with more security guarding you at all times, but he couldn't help but feel worried.  He sighed as he padded out the room and began to make his way to the front door.

"So slow. We don't have all day."

Yoriichi ignores Haganezuka as he put on his shoes and meticulously tied his shoe, taking his sweet time. This had only vexed his fellow clan member. 

"Are you trying to get on my nerves?"

Yoriichi peeped up at him with a mischevious smile. "Maybe."

The man glanced down at him intently. "Brat."

"Tell me what's on the agenda today."

Haganezuka sighed as he pulled out his small notepad with a small schedule he had written out for the day. Reading out what he had set up for the day as Yoriichi had laced up his boots.

"...and obviously the most important part, meeting with [name's] parents."

Yoriichi's lips formed into a thin line at the mentioning of meeting [name's] parents behind your back. It wasn't like he didn't want to tell you but it would make things less emotional if they had kept you out out of it. 

"Don't look so glum. I'm sure her dad will hate you." 

"Is that suppose to cheer me up?" Yoriichi sat up to brush of his jeans.

Haganezuka beamed at him. "Nope."

Yoriichi sighed as he opened the door letting the light flood in. A new kind of resolve had coursed through him. He was the one who got you into this mess after all. It was now his turn to make it all worth your while.

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[nausicaaandhermouth]

some thoughts on act 1 so far. huge long ramble. spoilers obv. do share your own, would love to hear other perspectives or additions!

didn't really come in with much expectations, was just gonna receive openly whatever the writers had planned, so that's why i don't have much strong opinions for the most part 😭but on a story perspective, i do have some thoughts.

story-wise

considering act 1 was obviously going to be a huge shift from a first season and something that's meant to set up 6 other episodes, i'm still definitely feeling that the pacing could've been better, slower. the show's always had such tight pacing which has served it for the most part but it can also cut off moments where perhaps the moment could've been served better had it been a bit more drawn out.

s2's act 1 feels much faster-paced but my hope for the season overall isn't entirely tanked. could go several ways. on it's own, it feels a bit jarring, lots of information is being given in such short time. but also we don't know how that will stand once act 2 and act 3 are out. the latter acts could be more drawn out, justifying act 1's pacing, it could be even more squished, which would suck.

love how the characters given have only grown more important, the spotlight on them becoming more emphasised, even side-characters like salo seeming to have more presence this time around. also really like how already present characters were utilised to aid more prominent characters (elora, amara, huck, smeech). so i'm on the fence about officer nolen. it could've been an opportunity to develop a character that was already present in s1, so it's not all these new things compiling (which can further that sense of things going to fast) but more so building on what was already there.

there's also smth about how the dialogues were written that... idk, something about it isn't quite hitting. especially with jinx's. can't quite point out what. also "affection" holding jayce and viktor in the past???? kill me, my heart gave up after that point. the writers can definitely hurt you if they want 😭

animation, it's amazing, show-stopping, bound to be. never doubted fortiche. i always expect them to deliver, and they always delivers. quintuplets this time even. i particularly love smeech's design, how he moves, makes my skin crawl and i love watching it.

characters

the character arcs... also on the fence about that. same thought about it as the act's pacing. it's certainly quite quick, i wonder how it would've gone had they slowed it down. but i'd want to see act 2 and 3 in order to shape a better opinion on that, since act 1 obv stands to serve the latter acts, as well as carrying the story over from s1. that's a lot of weight, so that's my benefit of the doubt.

looking forward to how ambessa will affect the story. she's already such an intriguing character to begin with, and a good call too to introduce her in s1, so the audience gets that time to acclimate (what they should've done to other characters that may be of greater impact on s2, whoever those will be, but that's neither here nor there).

with caitlyn, i was never as invested in her story on s1, but act 1's changing my mind on that. it lowkey feels like a madness arc but in a... facism direction, as opposed to jinx's psychological madness. does make them interesting oppositions. curious to see how the writers will handle that, if they handle it at all.

jinx's change feels a little bit out of nowhere, i wish the writers would have explored the in between stage of this s2 jinx and s1's ep9 jinx. it was foreshadowed briefly in that apathetic look she had after silco died and the scenes after that, but how it was reintroduced in s2's act 1 feels like it developed further but we weren't shown. she's far softer in this s2 too, as far as act 1 shows, still deranged but far less, and it would've been nice if that progression was shown more rather than just the skip.

kinda liking how jinx and sevika buddied up, though also a bit rushed. they were so antagonistic towards each other in s1 that i feel they deserved something a bit more than what was given in this act. i can understand it from sev's pov, her loyalties lie with zaun - anything that fucks that up will be on her hitlist, and we know jinx can definitely fuck things up, and if jinx stops doing that, i can see sev acquiescing and being more open to allieship. but from jinx's side, she kind of just relented? the whole "something i could fix" thing has an interesting idea, maybe she just wants to stop fucking things up and sevika is a start? but it wasn't exactly explored all that much either. no idea. would love to hear other perspectives on this

as for the little girl, it’s definitely setting up that found family trope. i do worry that they’ll just jump to, like, ‘and now they have a deep bond and care a lot about each other because they spent time together!’ but then not show us. if they do, and it’s done well, that would be an interesting analysis. but more often than not it doesn’t go that well. another worry is that she'll be treated like sky - introduced just to die shortly after. however it is appearing like the kid will have more importance while she's alive, so that's great, but also,, don't tell me you envision her making it out alive 😭 i just hope it won't be rushed

jayce, my guy was struggling fr. he's remained consistent with his late s1 self which feels like a nice anchor, familiar, and i think they handled him better. though i suspect that that may be because he may not have as much of a larger arc ahead of him, he's got the divorce lined up for him, fighting for piltover, qualms with the arcane, not much else. it would be fun to see if they do add something else. looove how it really built upon who he was in s1 while introducing hints of who he might become later on, really love. one thing jayce does well and ik u can count in him for is his huge heart, so im glad that has maintained. i'm interested in how the writer's will go about crafting his conflict against the arcane or hexthing, whatever vik's wielding, since during act 1 he's still very much up for it.

viktor's change feels a bit more sudden, slightly jarring for me, but i'm not entirely opposed and i do kinda like it. to be fair it's untreaded ground he's headed towards, and we're not entirely sure what exactly the fuck the hexcore/arcane is affecting him. currently it feels a bit too quick, that jesus arc came outta nowhere (which isn't to say i don't like it, i absolutely love vik's jesus arc, but that's not as unbiased, i'm up for anything with this man), but it could be explained in the latter acts which will put his act 1 arc into better perspective. i'm hoping for that. love this seemingly overpowered man arc he's on, and i wonder how that'll be tackled later on, and jayce's reaction to it.

definitely feel like the arcane is manipulating him through guilt and grief, that’s how i’m perceiving sky’s part in his jesus arc anyway. vik’s whole aim for the most part of s1 was to help people, and so the guilt he would feel if he opposed those aims would be great. enough to be manipulated by it? we’ll see in the coming weeks.

the whole thing with the arcane being defiant because they keep testing/prodding it, i’m not entirely sure about. i don’t recall any seeds of that idea planted in s1 (though correct me if im wrong) so it feels like it sprung out of nothing, but we’ll see how that holds up after the next acts come out. i do like how the arcane's being treated like a character, that's interesting. even in s1 there were hints of that, and it seems like they're only building up on that, especially so if in fact vik's being controlled by the arcane in some manner.

mmmm that's all for my thoughts on, will definitely revisited after act 2 and 3 are out. no thoughts yet on mel, her real arc seems to only have started, but i'm intrigueeed. if it's anything arcane/magic related at all, im all up for it.

also i fucking screamed when silco sank 😭 look me in the eye and tell me they didn't show us that exact framing in s1 😭 THEY WERE TELLING US HOW HE'D BE BURIED SHUT UP

[messrmoonyy]

hey messr!

this thought came to me rn... (maybe it can be an idea for drabble)

What about one morning the reader wakes up before Tess and sees that Tess has her back turned to her, still sleepling peacefully. Since the position Tess is in, the reader can fully see her back and the scratches/red marks she left the previous night on her girlfriends back. The reader then starts to slightly trace them with her fingers, causing Tess to wake up and suddenly ask her: Admiring your work?

blushing, giggling, kicking my feet at this

Tess servopoulos x fem!reader

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You woke up to the sun peeking through a crack in the curtains, shining directly onto your face. You hated those shitty curtains, they didn’t close completely in the middle and waking up to the blinding light of the sun was a common occurrence.

You felt the warmth of Tess beside you as you stretched out like a cat, waking up your sleepy muscles for another busy day. Tess was still fast asleep, her back turned from the window and therefore escaping the blinding wake up call you had experienced.

Your eyes fell onto her bare back, visible from where the covers had slipped. Amongst the usual scars and freckles that kissed her skin, were the raised red marks of your own creation. You hadn’t realised just how much you’d practically attacked her.

But how could she blame you. Especially when she’d been fucking you like that.

There was still a slight ache between your legs, aching from the way she’d fucked you so slow but so deep. Drawing it out for what felt like hours. Your blunt nails raking down her back in some attempts to pull her down closer as if that was even remotely possible. You’d been so desperate bro have her as close as humanly possible, close just not quite close enough.

You reached out and ghosted your fingers over the marks, hoping you hadn’t hurt her. Which was a little silly, you knew you hadn’t. You had seen that woman walk around with a stab wound like it was nothing more than a paper cut.

Your brain filled with the memories of the previous night again as you traced the lines. The way her face looked above yours, how it felt buried into your neck. How hot her skin had felt pressed against your, slippery with sweat even though your crappy apartment was freezing. Sticky and sweaty and kinda gross, but not a single other care than keeping her on top of you. Keeping her close.

You closed your eyes for a moment as the memories filled your brain. The way your skin prickled when she whispered in your ear, every piece of praise and encouragement. It made your cheeks flush.

“ admiring your work? “ you startled as Tess spoke, her voice raspy with sleep in a way you silently obsessed over. Her voice was already a little rough, dropping an octave lower when she was being serious or angry. But the raspiness to her sleepy voice? It was like music to your ears.

“ something like that “ she turned over and pulled you closer, slipping a leg between yours and tucking you close into her

“ well go back to sleep. It’s early. And cold “ she mumbled, letting out a deep sigh and clearly already preparing to let sleep reclaim her again. And you could think of a lot of things worse than spending more time snuggled in bed with Tess.