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s74rf1sh · 5 months

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ROTTMNT CUDDLE HEADCANONS

Woah it’been a while since my first post…

ANYWAY, I’m in a very sleepy mood so here’s cuddle headcanons for the turtles

~LEO~

-This guy is so goofy

-Constantly grabbing at your ass or tights to massage them while teasing you about it

-He loves to lay on you or having you lay on him

-Lots of churring and snuggling (if you have a prominent chest it’s not yours anymore, it’s his)

-Muffled rambling about literally any topic

-Praises your body constantly (not in a sexual way, this guy is just head over heels about you and wants to make sure you know it)

-“I have no idea why you worry so much, you’re so damn beautiful”

-PLEASE take his mask off and gently caress his face markings, this guy will MELT

-If you’re not laying down he’s definetly resting on your lap ᵃᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵖᵒⁱⁿᵗ ⁱ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ⁱᵗˢ ᵒᵇᵛⁱᵘᵒˢ ⁱ ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵍᵘʸ

-He’ll play with your hair, even braid it if it’s long enough

-Even massage your face if he’s in the mood

-Will nibble on your neck playfully AND tease you about your reaction

-Will gently squeeze your hips and/or shoulders

-I guess the preferred location is his room, but the couch is comfy too

-If you’re having a movie night all together he won’t be shy and lay on your lap (ᵒʳ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵃʸ ᵒⁿ ʰⁱˢ)

-Of course he will refrain from squeezing your ass or doing TOO intimate things…

-But yeah, he will cuddle with you in public if your comfortable with it

~RAPH~

-He’s baby

-Tried to be the small spoon but miserably failed

-(you got slight injuries by his shell and he never forgive himself about it)

-He likes to squeeze you to his plastron and feel your heat

-He often wraps you two in a big blanket, morphing in a big burrito

-He does chur, but it’s really really low and hardly hearable

-Snacks and hot drinks while you cuddle>>>

-If someone were ever to walk in on you two he’d be so fucking embarassed (probably hiding his face in your body)

-He doesn’t mind if you take his bandana off or not, but if you wear it yourself? Oh he’s jumping on you.

-Asks April for advice💀👍 (especially the first times you ever cuddled together)

-Overthinks a little too much about your well-being (I feel ya buddy) what if you’re uncomfortable in that position? What if you’re not hot enough? Is his smell fine? Are you bothered by his churrs?

-Please comfort this poor guy

-Is teased by his brothers (*COUGH* Leo *COUGH*) about him being so vulnerable when you’re around

-As you probably already guessed he’s kind of embarrassed around his family, but holding hands sround others is so special to him

-It makes him feel as if he’s telling the world (his family) that you’re his

~MIKEY~

-Ok let’s be real: he’s VERY touchy

-He’s basically cuddling with you 24/7

-Takes every opportunity to kiss or hug or snuggle you throughout the day

-When you two are alone he just doesn’t let go of you LIKE

-“Mike l need to use the bathroom” “OK :D” “…Le-Let me go” “wwWHY..?” “I NEED TO PEE” “I CAN COME WITH YOU”

-You’ll eventually get him to let you go for a few minutes

-He LOVES when you even slightly match his energy and also crave affection (even if you won’t admit it ;))

-Doesn’t really care where you are or what position you’re in as long as you’re both comfortable

-But if he had to choose a position he would probably like facing and spooning

-Speaking of facing—PREPARE TO BE PEPPERED IN KISSES

-Churrs happily and loudly, not giving two fucks about who hears him🫡

-Squeezes your cheeks (the puffier they are the more full this lil guy’s heart gets)

-If you’ll let him, he’ll draw small doodles on your hands or arms

-Cuddles in public couldn’t be less of a problem for him

-Just say if you’re ok with it or not and he will obey (except for a few stolen kisses in case you say no)

~DONNIE~

-Will NEVER admit how much he actually enjoys your cuddles

-Will have you sit on his lap as he works, chest to chest

-…or you laying on his chest and viceversa

-The very first times he kept everything on- battleshell included

-But after a while he allowed you to take off his mask

-The shell thing is a bit more delicate (Yk?Cause he’s a softshell turtle? God I want to hang myse-) and might take more time

-But if you play your cards right he’s throwing it out the window in a few months

-When he’s not rambling he’ll just lay there and melt in your touch

-Whether you’re running your hands through his bare shell or caressing his face and muscles he’ll just let you love him

-He finded it hard to let you cuddle him, let alone him cuddling you…

-A lot of patience is needed but will be rewarded

-Him inviting you to lay on him, rest your face on his shoulder, sometimes he will even kiss you first

-Ew I’m getting diabetes MOVING ON

-Cuddling in public is usually a big No-no, but there’s situations where you’ll get a text from him where he just—

-“Cuddles in bed later?”

-You smile at him and he acts his blush off…

#rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise mikey #rise leo #rise raph #leonardo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #tooth rotting fluff #headcanon #tmnt #tmnt x reader

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konigsluvr · 9 months

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Omg thanks so much for getting back on my request so fast! The NSFW bit was a nice bonus 😏 tsk got me simping more on this man

Yes 6 months ago way peak Avatar, there was an endless supply of fics to binge but the past 2 months it's dwindled down a lot huh

Can i request more König HC if that's okay, but about his domestic preferences. Like his morning routine, his fave food, how he likes his coffee, his fashion sense etc

Thanks, and no rush! Take care x

I'm so glad you guys liked my recent headcanons, I was nervous it wasn't gonna get any attention but the amount of reposts and likes warmed my heart smmmmm<33 and I miss avatar so much, I've been deep in the cod stuff that I haven't read anything about avatar in agessss. Anyways here is könig headcanons, domestic version (sorry I took so long xx). Reblogs are highly appreciate <33

★ navigation ★ masterlist ★

König Headcanons pt2

Includes: König being a cutie at home.

☆ his bed is probably in his top 3 favourite things in life. Like they would be 1: You, 2: you again, 3: his bed. Like there's nothing better than coming home from a long and stressful mission and finding you sleeping in his queensized bed. You make sure to wash the bed for when he comes home so he has the best nights sleep. You'd hear him let out a relieved sigh when he gets in bed and cuddles with you. Nothing better.

☆ I picture him as a morning person. It's just way more peaceful, calm, and bright. Plus, whenever he sleeps in, he feels a tad bit guilty due to "wasting" seeing a beautiful morning.

☆ the type of man that shuts his blinds in the evening, makes his home cosier and he feels a lot safer and private.

☆ he wears those compression shirts at the gym or when he's training at base... omg I'm just imagining how beefy he looks.

☆ black coffee, he probably likes the bitter taste but will probably switch to a more milky coffee once you convince him that its just way better. Probably won't take any sugars because he will be scared it will ruin his godly physique.

☆ for breakfast, he eats cereal because most of the time he can't be bothered cooking as soon as he wakes up. Sometimes he'll forget but you'll always be there to make sure he eats <33

☆ I'm sorry, I gotta include this. Apple juice>orange juice. You two have definetly had a heated debate on which one is better but he won, of course.

☆ könig probably won't leave the house much, if he does it's just for a small walk around his neighbourhood or in the park, and going grocery shopping.

☆ he would like to be comfy so wearing a hoodie or a jumper suits him and on a good day he'll wear his jeans, but mostly just joggers. (Grey Joggers *wink wink*)

☆ if you two are going out to a fancy dinner, he'll try to dress up for you but you tell him its fine as you don't want him to feel too causcious or vulnerable in public.

☆ fave food... I actually have no idea. He enjoys a good steak, especially if it's cooked by you :))

☆ he's a good cook, he can chef up a really good meal if he's in the mood. If you can cook better than him, he wouldn't even be mad. He would find it really attractive and would just watch you from the kitchen counter or stand right behind you looking over your shoulder, watching you cook. And if you burn something by mistake he'll either prevent it from happening before you even notice or he was too distracted by you and would laugh and tell you it's okay, and convince you he likes it a little crispy to make you feel better.

☆ his home probably didn't have much things lying around, such as decorations and random objects, but as soon as you moved in, you made it more homely with your random makeup there or your dropped clothing here. He's a tidy person but wouldn't be mad if you forget to put something away, he would most likely just leave it there in case you need it again later on or remind you kindly that it's there.

☆ movie nightssssss!! Imagine cuddling up with König on a Friday night when you two can't be bothered going out for a drink at the bar. You both choose a movie line up for the night, go out and buy some of your favourite snacks, get your most cosy blankets and share them together. Goals. Literal goals.

Sorry this pretty short. Have a lovely day and take care of yourself xxx

#könig cod #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig #konig cod #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #konigsluvr

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skylarkking · 4 months

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My list of NSFW headcannons for the TFA Autobots because I'm a degenerate. NSFW under cut.

Optimus

Really sensitive audial fins. Kiss or gently bite those and he MELTS

Definetly a twunk although VERY CLOSE to being a twink

Prefers to give oral over all else. I mean, he's got them BJ lips

Shivers when digits are lightly traced down his chassis

Tends to whimper during interface

Sentinel and Optimus were fuckbuddies

Ratchet

During his college years he was an absolute slut

Party Ambulance was his nickname

Very vocal during interface

He once participated in an orgy with 6 other bots

Not much of a party animal because of his age

Still knows how to do the fancy rope work from the BDSM sessions he use to attend

Prowl

Look you cannot convince me that Prowl hasn't had a kinky past

Like with that level of flexibility? Cmon

Probably did pole dancing

Huge bottom energy

Favorite position is probably doggy style

Seems to be the type to like pet play

I bet he likes the thought of being pinned down

Bumblebee

Overloads quickly but can last an insane amount of rounds

Gives off switch vibes

Into bots bigger than he is (size kink)

Sometimes gets too cocky for his own good

Inexperienced as hell but he tries

Horndog

Bulkhead

Huge into aftercare

Becomes massive teddy bear after interface

When he overloads he sometimes clings too tightly and immediately apologizes after

Because he's soft in nature I feel like that transfers to how he has interface

Prefers a slow and passionate pace rather than a quickie

Jazz

Jazz gives off vibes of a guy who has done pretty much everything yet bots are still shocked when they find out

"You did [such and such]? Why didn't you tell me?!" "You didn't ask."

Likes music to play during interface

Seems to be the type to have a lower sex drive due to his laid back nature

But that won't stop him if asked

Has fragged Sentinel just to shut him up when he's in a heat cycle

Sentinel

Whiny ass brat bottom

Even more of a little bitch boy when during his heat cycle

Secretly had a thing for Elita-1 in a frat boy kind of way

Has a huge kink for being yelled at by smaller bots

You cannot tell me he doesn't have some sort of knot mod on his spike

Jet twins

Adorably innocent

Yet oddly kinky

Since technically they are two halves of the same protoform they can feel eachother's sensations

Like if Jetfire is getting head Jetstorm can feel it as if he were the one getting it

They do everything together, and I mean everything

But I feel like Jetfire is more naive than Jetstorm so Jetstorm has to explain some things

The twins may or may not secretly want to blow Sentinel

Blurr

Definetly dated Longarm (aka Shockwave) or at least fragged him

Way hornier than the other bots because, like his movement speeds, his heat cycles happen faster than others

Vocal af, so much so that his partner(s) have to gag him to get him to shut up

Prefers his spike over his valve because he likes to frag bots silly with his speed

Ultra Magnus

You cannot tell me he and Megatron havent banged at least once during the war

Acts all serious but has a huge kink for praise

Jerks off a lot when he has the time

Despite his age his sex drive is still up there

I feel like if you kissed his servos like he was some sort of princess he'd blush SO HARD

So yeah, my headcannons for the TFA Autobots has been released to the world. Maybe I'll do Decepticons next.

#transformers #transformers animated #tfa #valveplug #headcanon #headcannons #hi mom

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necros-writing-stuff · 5 months

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YOU WANT TI HEAR ABOUT THE RECIPE I WANNA BAKE FOR EDEN??? 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

ALRIGHT FOLKS, I hope y'all are ready for my fav seasonal treat.

I hope Eden would like it too

TODAY'S TREAT ISSS *drum roll*

NUSSECKEN BABY!!

It's a german, cookie-like treat whose name roughly translates to "corner nuts." I'll be using grams and mls because I don't know any other measurments.

INGREDIENTS!

For the topping

200 grams of butter

150 grams of sugar (I usually put less sugar, do as you like tbh)

15 grams of vanilla powder

4 tablespoons of water

400 grams of whatever nuts you like! Almond, hazel, walnuts, you name it. I personally really like almonds, sometimes mixed with hazel.

For the cookie base

300 grams of white flour

1 teaspoon of baking poweder

130 grams of sugar (again I usually use less)

2 eggs

15 grams of vanilla powder

130 grams of butter

extra ingredients

Dark chocolate (you'll need this one to garnish the topping)

Jam (traditionally you use apricot or orange marmelade, but you can use the jam you like most.)

PROCEDURE!

Start with the mixed nuts topping, because it'll have to cool down before you can actually put it together.

For the topping:

- take yor nuts of choice and blend them. Cut them up enough to have a rough crumble. You want them to be crunchy, not creamy. But definetly not big chunks. A crumble consistency.

-in a pot, put in the butter, sugar and water, and melt them.

- add your crushed nuts and cook them for 5-10 minutes MAX. Just enough to combine it all and be a little sticky.

-let it cool down a little.

For the cookie base:

-in a bowl, put all the ingredients together, and start working them with your hands.

-You have to work it like a pie crust. If you don't have experience, here's sone tips:

-don't use electronic tools. Your hand's warmth will melt the butter and combine it better.

- at first, it'll feel dry and crumbly and you'll be tempted to put liquid in it. DON'T DO IT. trust the process. Believe in the slowly melting butter.

-keep working it until a solid dough forms. It has to be firm and the ingredients must be well combined.

-don't overmix it.

COMBINING THE INGREDIENTS

-Take a solid tray, put some baking paper on it. Slap the cookie base on it and start flattening it. Ideally you'd put it in a rectangular shape to cut the cookies better.

-The cookie height should be around 0.5 to 1 cm tall. Depends if you want a tall cookie or not, or if you simply prefer quantity over quality.

-Slap the jam of your choice on the cookie dough. Distribute it on the whole surface. Use more jam than you think you need: it'll help to stick the cookie and the nuts together.

-slap the nut topping directly on the jam. Don't care to keep the layers clean, smear the jam with the nuts if you have to. That shit has to stick together. Distribute the nuts evenly.

-shove the bad boy in an oven at 200 degrees Celcius for 20-25 minutes. Check the sweets, if you want the nuts to be a bit toasty you can put on a grill mode at the last minute. NO MORE THEN A COUPLE MINUTES. Otherwise the nuts might burn.

- let the bitch cool down to room temperature.

- once it's cold, cut it up into triangles. (That's the traditional shape, squares work too)

chocolate topping:

- take a large pot, fill it with water and put it on the heat to boil.

- take a smaller pot, put in enough chocolate to coat the cookies in, and submerge the small pot into tue warming water.

- this is a pretty safe way to melt chocolate without burning it. Just be careful to not splash yourself with the boiling water.

- once the chocolate is melted, take your cookie triangles and dip the corners into the chocolate. Then put them on a tray with baking paper and let the chocolate cool down.

-alternitavely, take a sac-a-poche, fill it with the chocolate and just pipe it on the crumbled nuts. A spoon works too.

Let the chocolate cool down and VOILÀ! NUSSECKEN!

They're not too difficult to make, the only bore is the waiting time for stuff to cool down. Hope y'all like this recipe! ;)

I want to feed it to Eden snsbnansn

OK BEFORE I FORGET:

What kinda sweets do you think Eden likes? I thought about the Nussecken because the nuts remind me the forest(?) somehow and it feels very homely to me. If you have headcanons, oh Maestro of Eden, please share >_<

-💜

1) thank you so much for the recipe, I'm gonna try it at some point and I'll let you know how badly I do at it lmfao.

2) I think you're right that Eden would like this a lot because we see them enjoying roasted chestnuts in game. Which makes me think they'd enjoy those chocolate bars with nuts in them.

Also, scones with fruit jam! Both made by PC! Black Berry jam piled on Eden's shelf in the seasons they grow, ingredients for scones on every shopping list.

Keep Eden away from anything resembling warheads or sherbert. If it's sour they'll die. Just nice and sweet things, but not artificial flavours.

#spill your guts #💜 anon #eden the hunter #gn reader

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turojo · 9 months

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@lvsamine answered:

Lusamine was surprised to hear from Turo, as it had been quite some time since their last meeting, but it was welcome nevertheless. She had always been rather fond of him, as she found him to be a brilliant mind that she could discuss her research with - One of the small handful of people that actually knew about the research into Ultra Wormholes back in the day. She had requested that they speak in her dining room, rather than her office - This seemed to be a business related affair, but she preferred to speak to him in a more casual setting. She idly stirred her coffee as he spoke, looking at him from across the table with a rather neutral expression, save for the slight smile on her lips. He confessed to having some issues, likely regarding his own research, and was seeking her help. She noticed right away that he looked... Exhausted. It wasn't something that she'd point out, but he didn't hide it well. Whatever was going on seemed to be taking a toll on him.

"It really is wonderful to see you again, Turo," Lusamine chimes. "I'd be happy to hear you out and provide whatever assistance I can. Truthfully, I've been quite curious as to what you've been up to. It's been a long while since we've had the chance to talk."

» " Ah. It's been ... eventful in a way. " Not the best either. Turo was well known for his stoicism but this time he looked solemn. Eyes finally left Lusamine elsewhere and his hand had went to stir his coffee with thoughtless clinks to the sides of the ceramic. Where to start?

» " I can start by saying Sada and I's research was largely a success. We found a way to manipulate physics to reach back into the past and future thanks to the power found in these crystals deep underground in the Paldea region. Initially the project was to explore a phenomenon known as Terastallization, a process turning Pokemon into a completely different type thanks to the odd nature of these crystals. Their power proved to go far and above what we expected. "

» " However...it seems by the second phase of our project things were starting to turn. A time machine was made and the Pokemon extracted from both ends of the timeline were unpredictable as was the environment our lab was in. It became too dangerous for our team to stay and eventually it became far too hostile for even I to remain though Sada refused to abandon their work. "

He won't go into all the personal details of what was their marriage and heated divorce there after, but the point was apparent.

» " I left Paldea and received the unfortunate news of her passing some time after. I chose to return to look after what remained of our research and the 'paradox Pokemon' stuck in the present with the time machine defunct. That's where I am today. " The stirring stops and he finally takes a thoughtful sip. " Work needs to be done to at least stabilize the crater and keep the Pokemon there comfortable. I won't deny it's a lot of work as one of the only remaining researchers left but perhaps it doesn't have to be. "

A sigh but he looks back at least a little more optimistic.

» " I say only researcher with some reservation. I know we've collaborated many times before and our work shares a lot of similarities to begin with. It also so happens you've always been brilliant conserving delicate ecosystems and the unique Pokemon thriving here. I'd like nothing more then to collaborate again with the intent of understanding the new Pokemon better and maybe even find a way to get them back home proper. "

» " That is, if you'll have me of course...! " Turo shifted. " Not that I'll take your space and time freely. I can definetly offer my hand as well with Aether; you and your foundation have always been an incredible institution to work with! I imagine you're still looking into the wormholes across Alola? "

#queue. » .015 ✦#ic. » .002 ✦#lvsamine #turo vc: oh you know. lost control of my research. divorced my wife. shes dead now....evil scientist things lol.#also no need to match length! theres no way to explain his whole....THING without a spiel gdfgfd

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ninas-tearsofrain · 5 months

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hello my dear, (sorry life gets in the way, I should've told you I'll be missing a few days.....sincerely apologize for that...but I'm back!

We had our first big snow fall where I live. It looks pretty but the road gets really slippery and mushy. Do you like snowy days?

I totally get that post show depression is so real😩 and it makes me so nostalgic (but also feeling proud) that the boys concluded their tour this year.

So, here are today's questions:

in terms of sleeping schedules, are you an early riser?

what are some of your favorite movies and favorite fictional characters?

Your favourite guitar solo? (could be gvf or not)

do you have a preferred trope that you love reading in fanfics/books? (btw, any gvf fic recommendations? 👀

that's alI I've got for now. I hope you are doing well. Stay happy, stay healthy!!

Santa🎄

no worries, totally get it, i myself missed a few days🙈, you dont have to apologize. I absolutely adore snowy days!!!!

1.I am most definetly not an early riser. I am one of those night owls, whom youre concerned for after discovering when they went to sleep last night, but i love sleeping, which is a painfully paradoxical

2.Some of my fave movies are probs truman show, edward scissorhands, coraline and black swan, the list hoes on but ill keep it short for now haha. As for my favorite fictional characters...👀 probably aaron warner, heath ledgers role in "10 things i hate about you"!!!, bucky barnes, wanda maximoff and rodrick from "diary of a wimpy kid"

3. Gvf guitar is definetly twod, like come onnnnn, others are probs the guitar solo in dont fear the reaper and cause we've ended as lovers(even tho the whole song is just guitar). i have a lot more, but i cant remember the titles, ill probably post them in the near future tho

4. I am an absolute sucker for a slow burn enemies/rivals to lovers, i cant read anything else. Im addicted!!! I love the heated hateful banter and when it goes on so long, to the point that it gets petty sometimes and i dont like it when they have feelings for each other since the beginning and are like "i hate him but why is he so attractive". theres one, i think its still a wip, i think its called "le mort d'arthur", which im into rn. Same with the guitar solo thing, there are a lot more, but im not very good with titles (will probs make a post about my fave fics soon, too). Also pink lemonade from @garbagevanfleet is so cute, i love their story, im jake lane, but sam is my cheat lane sooo...

Hope to hear again from you soon, but no pressure, if life gets in the way, thats just the way it is💕

#secret santa

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the-woild-is-y-erster · 7 months

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How way your day btw buddie?

Also, would you prefer I ask how your day was over asks or dms? Or not at all lol /gen

HI IM SO SORRY I WAS SO TIRED LAST NIGHT!!!

my day wasn't bad, but it wasn't great either

my grandma came into town, which like yay but shes super racist and homo/transphobic and the like so :/

and she brought her dog which is why i made that post because he is and ASS and i DONT LIKE HIM

he's already peed on the floor and of course I had to be the one to clean it up

he keeps BITING ME which i already am scared of dogs because my friend's dog but me, i have a huge scar from it and it would be cool if i never have to get another dog-related scar

and apparently IM the asshole here for not liking dogs and for being scared of him??? because he is NOT a small dog in the slightest, and he just has this look in his eyes thats like "haha i'm gonna bite your leg that would be so funny haha i'm gonna pee on your furniture and roll in poop and come in all smelly" ALSO apparently according to the entire rest of my family, i'm a weak snowflake because i don't want him near me WHEN HE SMELLS LIKE A DUMPSTER HAD A BABY WITH A SEPTIC TANK GESU CHRISTO SORRY I HATE DOGS I GUESS

anyway i got complimented at the zoo like three times, and one person shouted 'carrying the banner!' from across a walkway so that was cool

i was drenched in sweat by the time we got home though

newsflash! living in the american south! its super fuckinghot!!!! especially when you're wearing basically period costume! it wasnt nearly as bad as over the summer at work tho

pro tip: if you own a historical park and ask your employees to wear historical dress! don't put them out in the sun all day in im not even kidding 117 degree heat with no air conditioning! not a good idea! the amount of times i fainted of heat exhaustion this summer and then had to get up and go on about my chores was astronomical

but its fiiiiine

my parents totally arent being asses this mroning and i totally dont have to finish the entire weeks homework today along with socializing because my parents decided to have a party and i totally dont have to finish making a hat for hoco tonight and i totally dont have to get READY for hoco tonight haha whaat

its ok i have tea (a family friend brought me some tea from their trip to turkey and oh my god its so good) and i drew shoe and eel again last night (which il post in a sec)

as for your question, i'm cool with whatever makes you more comfortable! if you send me an ask i'll probably remember to answer it better than a dm because i open dms and im like oh look! a message that i should definetly reply to! and then i get busy and. dont. so an ask would get answered faster but if you wanna go to dms i can mend my ways and actually start answering lmao

and it honestly makes me happy when people ask abt my day because no one in my house bothers to so please keep doing it/nf

#eel gets asks!#this got really long #whoops

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softanic · 2 years

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CUDDLING/SLEEPING WITH GENSHIN BOYS

(x reader, gender neutral, bullet points)

{2,226 charaters}

ft. albedo, arataki itto, bennet, childe, chongyun, diluc, gorou, kaedehara kazuha, kaeya, razor, scaramouche, thoma, venti, xiao, xingqiu, zhongli

!! UNDER THE CUT !!

ALBEDO

i feel like he wouldn't cuddle

like ya'll would just lay there in silence

he would maybe, and i mean maybe, have his leg on top of yours

but that's like it

ARATAKI ITTO

now this man is a cuddle bug

idk what anyone else says

cuddling you makes him feel like he's protecting you

he's for sure big spoon

BENNET

very very akward at first

just has his arm around you but even that is a little much for him

he'll get more comfortable the more you guys cuddle

eventally he'll let you lay on his chest

CHILDE

another one that likes cuddling

he loves it when you lay like directly on top of him

he'll slowly rub your back

loves it when you fall asleep

CHONGYUN

ya'll literally can't cuddle

he'll over heat

just maybe he'll have an arm around you

but even that is a little far

DILUC

he won't really ask for cuddles

he's more neutral to cuddles

probably likes spooning

he just really likes holding you, makes him fall asleep

GOROU

likes them but i feel like it's akward

you could probably feel is tail wagging

he's definietly little spoon

he's also very shy while cuddling

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

likes to cuddle on warm rocks

he'll rest his head on your shoulder

he'll also wrap his arms around you and just sit there

you guys just sit in a comfortabe silence

KAEYA

honest idk what it would be like, he so hard to read

he definetly cuddles to fall asleep

i also feel like he'd be really warm

he's just so oddly comforting

RAZOR

another amazing cuddler

he'd just lay on top of you

ya'll are kinda just in a pile

it might not look likt it but it's comfy asf

SCARAMOUCHE

you'll kinda have to force him

acts like he hates it

play with his hair and he'll fall asleep with a small smile on his face

he'll act like it didn't happen in the morning

THOMA

another really warm boyy

he's so cuddly

once you start cuddling him, you can't stop

he's 100% big spoon

VENTI

you 100% have to spoon him

he's very wiggly

he can't seem to sit still

he doesn't seem to get the idea of cuddling very much

XIAO

honestly it's kind of uncomfortable

he's not putting in any effort

he doesn't hate it but he doesn't really like it either

he kinda just lays there

XINGQIU

he's also pretty akward

he'll try but his arms fall asleep and he gets kind uncomfy

he definetly prefers just laying next to you holding hands

he's just trying his best

ZHONGLI

he's also really warm

he'll be big spoon

he'll play with your hair and just talk for hours

very relaxing

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fadeslovelywife · 2 years

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OH MY GODS OKAY FADE X F!READER NOT A LONG SCENARIO BUT JUST QUICK PREFERENCES N STUFF OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT (i am NOT a professional)

Knowing fade you'd be her first girlfriend, and honestly she's worried about it. Worried over of she'll be good enough or even treat you right cause honestly i'm not sure if she even knows how to show love. (Im so sorry if i mess anything up i'm not turkish i'm filipino please do correct me if you can!)

It would take a while but your

First kiss:

You'd be the first to kiss her honestly, you kissed her on the cheek for her getting an ace it went like this

, "Did you see that aşkım?" She asked smirking, turning to you to see your reaction, you were of course delighted by this so you then decided to sneak a kiss on her cheek.

Her smile DROPPED so fast, heat started to fill her face and everyone else looked shocked, they knew you two had a thing for each other but didn't know you two were DATING!

She was in disbelief she took a few seconds to process before she could even look at you "I.. i- what was.. that for?..." she asked, looking so dumbfounded. You chuckled "For being awesome." She looked away and slowly smiled you can tell she loved that but didn't have the words to say it-

Her love language(s)?:

Oh i could imagine it being physical touch,

definetly not words of affirmation cause i can see her having a hard time with saying things expressing her emotions and feelings towards you, she would always love to hold your hand or have your elbows brush against each other while walking honestly just little quick interactions could make her day

Acts of service?

Maybe this could be a more neat way for her to show her love, maybe simply cleaning your knives or refilling your bullets while you're away for a bit, it could be your favorite coffee in the mornings really just small stuff like that!

Things she would love about you:

She would love how kind you were just in general, whether it would be to children, old people or even cats! She loves cats and used to take care of the stray cats in her street! She would love how you'd talk to them as if they were human

She would love how thoughtful you are too, how you know how the room, how you always remember the little stuff about her or really anyone

[will do more tomorrow, Will probably post more about fade because i'm in love w her I'm so sorry this is short i promise to do more:,)]

#valorant #fade valorant #x reader #valorant headcanons #short fanfic

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theblvckvenus · 3 years

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Tonight’s Show

Summary: You come home to surprise Chris and his interviewer. But the excitement gets him the better of him and as soon as its over you’re in big trouble.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, Chris Evans x Fem Reader

Warning: NSFW, sub/dom, (light) choking, fingering (f receiving), riding, porn

*18+ ONLY*

You heard Chris’ voice as you returned from the run. He was just finishing up the conversation with the interviewer, and you had timed your return perfectly so as not to disturb him. He’d done so many of these it sounded like a natural conversation as his laughter floated through the hallway towards you. You slipped your trainers off, padding down to lean quietly in the doorway of the room he was sat in. You were definetly out of view of the camera, but not Chris’ periphery and he turned to glance over at your figure.

His eyes travelled up your sweaty frame appreciatively before settling on your eyes for a moment. His hand beneath the cameras view motioned you inside and he turned back to the host, letting him finish his sentence before he interrupted.

“Well Jimmy, you’re a really lucky man because the real star of the show is here.” he said warmly, leaning back against his chair as you made your way slowly towards him. There was a feeling of worry in your chest as you ran a hand through your hair. You were messy and hot, not in a good way, but he’d introduced you now and it was too late to hide.

His invitation was punctuated with a large hand extended to you and you paused beside him leaning down to wave politely at the man. “Hey, sorry to crash your chat.”

Jimmy laughed, the typical showman personality turning on as he introduced you to the audience, chatting over you which allowed a moment with Chris.

“Sit on my lap, little one?” he managed to speak to you without evidence of the words showing on camera. You nodded, settling yourself on his large thigh, keeping your eyes fixed to the screen a smile on your face. Chris’ hand rested on the small of your back as he continued engaging with the host, but you felt a light pressure pushing you forward on him, causing you to bite your lip. There was no way he was trying to pull this now. You kept your face a picture of calm, but beneath your legs were squirming slightly against his trying to stop the motion.

The movement of your hips was hidden from the webcam as he guided you over his leg and back again. Your legs dangled either side of his thigh and it was quickly becoming apparent to you what he wanted. His left arm encased itself around your waist, using the purchase to slide you up and down, all the while maintaining his conversation.

You could already feel your heat responding to his actions with a receptive ache. As he spoke, Chris’ hand wandered down to your entrance, fingers edging over it through the lycra of your leggings. He stroked lightly along your nether lips and your other hand reached to rest on his knee, digging your nails into it to tell him enough.

It didn’t seem to make a difference as the edge of his finger moved up and slipped into the waistband of your pants, hand cupping your heat as his thumb brushed over your clit. Chris’ other hand lifted to wave goodbye to the host, with a friendly smile that you tried to emmulate. Man he was good at his job if he could keep this act up whilst pushing his fingers inside you.

Finally the interview ended, and Chris leant forward his free hand smacking the laptop down. “Don’t you dare stop riding my thigh, little one.” The words errpted from him with a growl against your neck, shoving your waist forward to move you faster, spurred on as you let out a loud moan.

You shuddered against his body pressing yourself back against him. “That was dangerous.” You chided quietly, dropping your neck back so your head could rest on his neck. His fingers curled within you as they started to pump faster now, speeding in and out of you only making the movement of your hips more erratic.

“Don’t stop till you come or I will show you real danger.” He muttered against your shoulder, arm holding your waist to push you down against his thigh, the wetness of you runing across his leg. The sensation from your heat only caused him to jolt his leg up, forcing a yelp from your lips. "That’s it kitten, moan for me you know how I like it.”

You quivered over his leg, the words tipping you over the edge as loud moan after moan tumbled from your lips, a complete mess for him on his thigh.

“That’s it baby they can’t hear you now.” He said arm brushing up from your stomach to snake around your neck, fingers closing tightly at it. “After this I’m going to fuck you so good these hips won’t work for a month.” He growled causing you to reach for the desk, both hands holding it tightly, nails scraping along the wood as you struggled to fight off your orgasm.

“Come for me.” He said lowly into your ear, warm breath tickling your lobe. You didn’t need to hear it twice, his words shattering the little restraint you had on your body, hips shaking as you surrendered to the feeling, gravity forcing you down on his thigh.

Chris allowed you to ride out the last of your orgasm, kissing sloppily up the nape of your neck till you’d finished shaking in his arms. He chuckled lightly bouncing his legs a couple times to send a final few shivers up your spine.

“Wouldn’t those fans like to see what a little whore you can be.” He chuckled, the words causing you nudge him weakly in annoyance. He chuckled apologetically, arm slipping under your thighs, lifting you from his leg and twisting you with a grip on your throat so you were sat on the desk now.

“I’m sorry little one, did that upset you? Well I’m going to fuck you now, as if the whole audience was watching. Will that make it better?” His free hand, roughly pulled your leggings down to your knees, panties joining them seconds later.

The question prompted a faux-innocent nod from you as he lifted himself from the seat, standing at full height to look down at you. The nod from you only caused him to smile lightly, stroking your cheek lightly in affection.

“It’s not going to get itself out is it princess.” he said in a sweet tone, guiding your hands to his trousers. Your fingers took over, undoing the zipper, pushing his pants and boxers down allowing his member to spring free. Your eyes travelled up to fix back on his, waiting for his next direction before you dared touch.

“Open that mouth for me baby.” he said quietly and you obliged quickly. Chris raised a hand fingers running over your tongue before pushing past to the back of your throat causing you to cough softly. “Hands under your chin.” he said quietly and as you followed the order he jabbed his hand again, causing drool to slip down your lip into your waiting hands.

“Good girl, you know what to do don’t you baby. Making this easier for youself.” he said quietly. You moved your hands down to his member, covering it in your drool, enjoying the feel of his shaft under your hands.

Chris groaned quietly at the feeling leaning forward to kiss your head and as he moved, his tip brushed lightly against your entance. His hands caught your wrists, holding them down onto the edge of the desk. “Hold onto this little one, you just keep hold of that.” He said quietly, pushing inside of you the feeling causing your legs to close either side of him.

But Chris was faster than you and his palms were dragging your legs back apart, holding them there as he buried his whole length inside you, watching eagerly for your reaction as you moaned loudly.

“That’s my good little girl. Take it all for me.” he chuckled watching you spasm on his dick as your body tried to return from its last orgasm. Chris’ hips pulled away only to to slam back into you, each thrust pushing you back down against the desk.

His slams were were shaking the desk, body shielding down over you as your moaned against his collar. Chris was surprisingly quiet, all his effort seemed to be focussed on you, hands still clamped on your wrists.

As his actions sped up you heard the clatter of objects falling behind you followed by the loud thud of his MacBook hitting the carpet. You swore trying to turn in his arms to check but his rhythm never faltered, hand catching the back of your head to force you to keep looking at him.

“Don’t you fucking look away from me princess. Don’t you want to watch Daddy while he destroys you? Or would you prefer me to press your little face against this desk?”

The words drew a whimper from your lips, the sound followed by a quick no as you knew better than to leave a question unaswered. Your hands struggled in his grip causing him to release them and you slipped your arms round his neck, clinging onto him tightly as he pounded himself into you.

Chris emptied into you, shoving your body back, hand on your chest slamming your back down against the desk. He kept thrusting as your walls clenched round him milking the seed from him as you squirmed on the desk.

“Come for me y/n.” He just managed to grunt out, through clenched jaw. Chris’ fists rested either side of your chest, completely spent as he breathed heavily. At his words your legs shook around him, a choked moan rising from you as your body caved beneath him.

He recovered to watch you cumming on his dick, the sight only pleasing him more as he leant down to kiss your open mouth. You were completely exhausted beneath him now and he seemed to know, pulling out of you and slipping your leggings down over your ankles. He pressed a light kiss against your sensitive area causing you to sit back upright to watch his movements.

Chris pulled you into his arms as soon as you were up, carrying you in a bridal hold out of the study, probably towards the bathroom. “I’ve got another interview after lunch, any chance you want to interrupt that one too?” he muttered against your hair, causing you to smile into his chest.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #theblvckvenus #chris evans one shot #chris evans x fem reader #CEVANS #smut #one shot #fic

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I've been whacked with the valveplug stick again and I have headcannons for some of the Lost Light crew.

🔞 under cut

I'm gonna start off by simply listing the characters I know currently (I've read up to the issue where overlord first appears but have read other snippets scattered on the internet) and the list will begin with my favorites:

Rung

Definetly into BDSM

Uses interface as therapy

Despite being a fucking tiny adorable nerdy twink he knows how to work big bots

His glasses sometimes fall off during sessions and when they do he's often too blissed out or focused on the other bot to care

He is a moaner and makes all sorts of sounds that bots are obsessed with

He has tried everything and anything

He attended one of Ratchet's orgies during Ratchet's college years as a Party Ambulance

He and Froid DEFINETLY had angry interface before and you can't tell me otherwise

Rodiumus

Legit a horndog

This mf gets so worked up that throughout the day he has to step aside and take care of himself

He's a bottom who tries to play top and FAILS miserably

Drift and him are fuck buddies (you can't tell me otherwise)

He's capable of gentle and intimate interface with someone he loves, but due to his inexperience and somewhat childish attitude (not his fault I mean he's essentially a guy in his 20s) he prefers quickies over that

After interface he sometimes forgets about aftercare

Drift

Way hornier than he lets on

Loves to have his neck bitten

When he is in heat he is either gonna top every bot in his reach and make them beg through tears or he's gonna beg Ratchet with tears in his optics. I'm sorry I don't make the rules here

I think when he was a Decepticon he was Hella into knifeplay

And I mean HELLA into it

Like this bitch would pop a boner if someone licked a sword or some shit

He bottoms for Rodimus mostly but in a sort of bossy bottom sort of thing

Ultra Magnus/Minimus

This guy.... this guy may act like he's only into vanilla shit, but I fucking GUARENTEE he's a freak

He's fragged Swerve before (size kink when he's in the Magnus armor)

When he's in the Magnus armor sometimes the connections for his own spike and the armor's get wired wrong and he has to "adjust himself" (like human amabs have to do with their dicks)

Out of the Magnus armor he secretly feels extremely vulnerable and anxious when it comes to interface because of how tiny our little dill pickle is

Side note: give him a fucking HUG DAMMIT! HE NEEDS IT!

Swerve

If any of the bots would fuck a human, it would be this bastard

He'd also have human kinks (like mommy/daddy kink [thanks @archie-sunshine for rotting my brain with that idea])

Despite being a motormouth I think he can easily be silenced by a pair of thick thighs around his head

Side note: I think minibots have WAY HIGHER stamina verses their larger counter parts, so swerve will be going at it for a loooooong time

Secretly has a stash of human porn in his bar

Magnus has found said porn once and for a week Swerve was on edge in keeping his secret

Skids

Since he can learn anything really quickly I think this bastard can master the art of seduction

Like he could simply give a bot those bedroom eyes and BAM! He's fucking

He's a massive cuddler after interface

Has fragged Nautica at LEAST 15 times

When he overloads his headlights sometimes flick on by accident

Ratchet

Oh you cannot TELL ME this guy hasn't had a kinky past

Party Ambulance is fucking cannon and no one can tell me otherwise idc if it's only a fan thing ITS CANNON AND ILL FIGHT GOD ABOUT IT

Not as horny as he use to be but when Drift or Rodimus get their heat cycles you better fucking BELIEVE he's on the case

A true master of aftercare

Really into bondage

These are only a few lmao I have SO MANY MORE

#transformers #headcannons #mtmte #valveplug #hi mom

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Not SFW Alphabet. (T. B. H. Ver.)

w: female-coded language.

A — Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

His version of aftercare is, first and foremost, holding you close. He's so grateful for your existence, he can only bring you close to him, breathing heavily, one meaty hand trying to sweep the hair off your eyes so he can look at your features properly. His chest rumbles with something akin to a purr, seemingly unbothered with the intense, heady scent of sex clinging to everything in the room. He's utterly content for a blissful moment, sated in every sense of the word, the love of his life lying in his arms... That doesn't last long, though. Either he needs to go back to work, or you start wriggling against his hold, whining about how sweaty and sticky you feel. You won't need to walk, he'll take you to the shower with him, while you hang off his neck and giggle impishly, pecking up and down his face. If you play your cards right, this can lead to a second round.

B — Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, he likes his shoulders and back. Why? Because you love jumping on him from behind to hug him, peppering sloppy kisses there. You don't mind the scars or the marks, left there by his skin condition or an escaping victim. Also, when you nestle your head between his shoulder blades when sleeping, his chest tightens with affection. And you tend to leave some scratches there during love making, too. He loves that.

On you, he adores your collarbones. He finds them so dainty, so alluring. Forget about showing off your cleavage, just wear a sundress with spaghetti straps or a scoop neckline and watch him lose all composture. If you decide to wear your hair up, there's no saving you. You will get ravaged.

C — Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Creampies are a common occurrence with Thomas, to put it simply. For the first year or so, you can't really roam around freely through the house, let alone go shopping, so condoms are impossible to adquire. His load is heavy, and when I say it, I mean it. You know those compilations of huge cumshots that look like an off-camera crew member is squeezing a bag of watered-down icing? Like that, but real. That's the reason he doesn't cum on your face unless you assure him you really, really want it. He has no qualms about cumming on your chest or butt, but finishing inside you is his go-to. He doesn't like pulling out right after, so whenever he decides to get off you, his seed will come trickling out in a copious stream.

D — Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's stolen your panties more times than he can count. If you're too busy to spend “quality time” together, he'll snatch a pair out of your underwear drawer, hiding them in his apron until he's sure he won't be bothered for a while, whipping his cock out and rubbing it with the delicate material until he cums on the seat of it. He's also prone to steal them right after you've had sex, but he doesn't use those to masturbate, he brings them up to his nose and takes a long breath, jerking his hard length vehemently.

E — Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

None at all. Witnessing what Hoyt does to female victims can't be considered learning material under any circumstances, and Thomas didn't need, or want, a girl kicking and screaming like that, spitting in his face, calling him a monster. That's what he expected from you the first time he gathered the courage to touch you, but you didn't. You happily welcomed his advances and made your own, guiding his trembling hands and coming closer, without flinching or cowering at the sight of him. Now, his style is definetly not perfect, but he's committed to memory everything that ticks your boxes, everything that makes you sigh and moan and tremble.

F — Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Wrapped Lotus, Upstanding Citizen, and Leapfrog. He loves watching your face while you cum, but fucking you from behind seems to get the best reactions, so... yeah.

G — Goofy (Are they serious in the moment? Or are they humorous? Etc)

He likes light-hearted sex, leaning towards serious, but it mostly depends on your mood. If you're feeling playful, giggling and sticking out your tongue at him whenever he tries to grab you, he'll play along, chuckling deep in his chest and shoving a hand up your shirt to play with your nipples, amused by the way all that mischievousness fades away immediately. So, while he does prefer sex to be less frivolous, he enjoys having fun in the sheets too.

H — Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc)

He is well groomed... now. He didn't need to trim his pubes before meeting you, and they didn't really bother him at all, so he just let them be. But after fucking a couple of times, he started getting annoyed with the wet hairs sticking everywhere, so he cut them short. Also, you told him blowjobs are a lot more enjoyable on your part when you don't have to dig inside your mouth to get rid of the hairs. The carpet does match the drapes.

I — Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

Intimate as hell, he can't fathom the idea of sex without adding prolonged eye-contact and wandering caresses. His hands have to be holding yours, foreheads touching, lips locked together. If the possition doesn't allow this kind of contact, he'll hold your waist tightly, caressing the nape of your neck, squeezing your ass, cupping your tits, anything. Detached sex is a huge no for Thomas.

J — Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He'll masturbate when you're not available, but he didn't do it much to begin with. If you're exhausted, or sick, or just not in the mood for whatever reason, he won't pressure you at all. He's a grown man, he knows how to take care of himself, it's not the end of the world. He goes to the bathroom and rubs one out, or ignores it until it goes down.

K — Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding Kink. The mere thought of impregnating you makes him dizzy, blood rushing to his cock at breakneck speed. Every time you lay there, stuffed with his cum, he starts fantasizing. About how stunning you'd look, all big and round with child, glowing. Honestly, bearing his children is the only way to convince Thomas you truly love him.

Pregnancy Sex. Seeing you, waddling around the house, all round and cute with his child in your belly does things to Thomas. When he's not breathing down your neck, fretting over every little incident you may encounter, he's groping your swollen tits and rubbing your clit until you're mewling and dripping down your legs. You seem to crave his cock even more now, catching every heated stare you throw his way, and he's both absolutely bewildered and utterly elated. He'll give you everything you want without a complaint for the first trimester, fucking you over and over again if you so desire. After that, he'll refrain from penetration, but his fingers and mouth are at your disposal.

L — Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Mostly, your shared bedroom. He can be convinced to fuck you in the kitchen if Luda Mae is out, or on the couch, but he'll be a bit apprehensive about it, what if someone catches you? If you two go out for a walk, he won't say no to fucking you against a tree or into the ground. He won't fuck you in the basement unless you tease him mercilessly, strutting around and flashing him your underwear. Beware, though, you'll get slammed on the table and pounded.

M — Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them going?)

Showing him domestic bliss. If you cook him something in the middle of the day and bring it to him while he's busy working, kissing his cheek and praising him, his cock will stirr between his legs. If you ask him to zip up your dress, he'll plant scorching kisses to the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. If you notice he ripped the seams of one of his shirts and stitched it up for him... The little things that show how much you care about him seduce him instantly.

N — NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No impact play. None. He won't hit you, don't even ask him.

No choking either. His life has way too much violence in it already, he won't hurt the woman he loves too.

Degrading him will turn him off immediately, he might even leave the room altogether.

Once he's comfortable with going maskless around you in private, don't ask him to put it on. Even if you insist it's because it turns you on, he'll think you grew sick of his face.

O — Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He has no preference. If you show him how to 69, he's set for the rest of his life. Giving and receiving, at the same time? Sounds like a deal to him.

P — Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

This also depends on you quite often. Like I said, if you're feeling kittenish, he'll adapt to that. That doesn't mean Tommy won't have fun, he'll tease you with barely-there touches and shallow thrusts, or rubs of his frenulum over your clit until it swells with blood, but no actual penetration before you ask him nicely.

If you're feeling more, I don't know, tempting, he'll catch onto your mood, and provide. He knows his towering size arouses you, so he uses that against you, cornering and groping your body. Moving panties to the side and entering you in one swift push.

If he's mad, because collecting food was harder that day, or he couldn't see you at all, both of you too crowded with your tasks, he'll want to have you asap. There'll be little to no foreplay, just mindless fucking, massive hands leaving fingerprints all over. It's less love-making than it is a dog breeding its bitch.

Q — Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex. And if they happen, how often? Etc)

Just because they happen really often doesn't mean he likes them better than proper sex. He just doesn't have a lot of free time in his hands. He hates that, but quickies with him are not half bad, on the contrary, they're pretty damn good. Yeah, normally it's just a hard and fast fuck, but that doesn't mean it's any less fun.

R — Risk (Are they down to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)

Not really? There are many things that weird him out, turn him off, or down-right disgust him. Like, why would you want someone to stroke your cock with their feet? Inserting things on your urethra? No, thank you. The only risk he takes is having sex unprotected.

S — Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Godly, in both endurance and pace. He can go for three rounds before he needs to take a break, maybe four. And his refractory period is short, ten minutes max, so it's up to you to cut him off if you can't go anymore.

T — Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Due to the time period and location, this is just not plausible. So, no.

U — Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Thomas is a tease, he just doesn't realize it. You have trouble reaching something from a shelf? Don't you worry, he's there to help, pressing up against your back while at it. Is it too hot for his normal attire? You'll get to witness the wonder that is Tommy in a black t-shirt and jeans. Those beefy arms... out for you to see? Chile. Catching him bending over is a treat for you too, his ass is fan-fucking-tastic. Plus, a sweaty Tommy is a good sign (and a sight to behold), because it means you can weasel out of your chores and go down to the basement with the excuse of bringing him something cold to drink... and maybe snog your lover a little.

V — Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Not that loud, mainly grunts and sighs, maybe some whines and huffs here and there if it feels particularly good. He likes hearing your voice, but if you're too loud he'll worry about his family hearing you. Nobody wants that, you know?

W - Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character of your choice)

If you apply mild moisturizer to his face, he'll be eternally grateful. The skin around his eyes gets unbearably tight in the colder months, and so does his cheeks. Honestly, share your whole self-care routine with him. His overall hygiene will improve drastically, and that boosts his mood as well. A win-win situation.

X — X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Eight inches long, with the slightest curve upwards, thick. Thick enough to stretch you beyond repair, ruining your cunny for anyone but him. A shower, but that apron conceals it nicely. Because of his height and width, he may seem small... that's not the case.

Y — Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before you came along, not that high. His masturbatory sessions were few and far between, and only when he was way too pent-up. His libido increases exponentially after you make an appearance. He doesn't need to rely on his hand to satisfy him anymore, he has you! What could be better that a warm and willing woman to get rid of his lust? The answer is simple: nothing. At all.

Z — ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Depends on how tired he is. His family depends on him a lot, he works from dawn till dusk, so maybe he just wants some horizontal tango and a well-deserved, undisturbed night of sleep. If the day wasn't particularly draining, he'll haul ass to the bathroom after regaining your breaths. If he's truly exhausted, it's a miracle he's up for some sweet lovin' in the first place, so the moment his head hits the pillow he's out like a light. You'll just need to place your head on his chest and, voilà, that's it for the day.

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shiberpostshere · 4 years

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The Kiss Thief - Park Seonghwa Social Media AU

38. Chapter Thirty Two: No, It’s Ryan Reynolds!✨

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Word Count: 6.7K (Buckle up, its time for a ride)

This Chapter Contains: Giggle worthy chaos and tooth decaying fluff. (An Annoyed San too.)

It’s a regular Sunday. A quiet regular Sunday. An unusually quiet, regular Sunday that you don’t experience often as a college student.

An unusually quiet regular Sunday except for Yeri and Jongho’s loud, harmonious snores that vibrated through the lazy (almost) evening silence of the apartment while you had sneaked out like a thief bound with tinkling shackles out of the front door.

It was exactly five minutes before 5 O’clock and you knew what noise pollution would commence once the short hand stopped perfectly atop the number five.

The neighbour above starts angrily vacuuming to release their pent up frustration of the day or maybe to act as a thoughtful warning alarm to wake the other residents who might be napping above the universal napping time limit and the snarky middle aged lady beside, who begins banging pots and rattling spoons to prepare either her dinner or for a secret time travel battle she has to attend every single night to save the history for the sake of the present.

You have a generous set for neighbours.

Thankfully, you aren’t currently present in your apartment to experience the brutal murder of your ears.

Unfortunately, you’re sandwiched in between San and Wooyoung in the shared wide back seats of the bus, stuffed to the absolute brim with sweaty and jumpy people.

The serenity of the weekend ended when you willingly decided to step onto the Bus No. 7 for the following reasons:

Number One, You and Wooyoung don’t drive and San owns a motorcycle that cannot carry three people at once, not without getting an overloaded vehicle ticket by pulling a stunt like that,

Number two, you have nothing better to do on a Sunday evening other than watch Yeri and Jongho scream about the WIFI and college website because they couldn’t select the classes they wanted fast enough,

Number three, you were unable to escape from Wooyoung’s persistence but you had to get out and inhale some fresh air of the outside.

It is a secret that you had isolated yourself in the sweet ol’ bedroom (in the name of preparing for a workshop), to take a five minutes rest which gradually progressed into knotting up your bones by rolling on the bed 24/7 and temporarily disrupting the serotonin production while watching sad movies, and

Number four, San cashed out a favour from that one time he fetched a folder from your dorm and drove fifteen minutes to deliver it because your degree was on the line. Which is why, this particular evening you need to help him out with whatever he wants to do at this Garden plus Research Centre for Thesis purposes.

“The Thesis and Freebies Date”, term coined by Jung Wooyoung, free entertainment, food finder and a plus one, on Sunday 17th of May, 5:30 AM on the dot.

On top of all these reasons sat Seonghwa’s last text message like a cherry on top of a cupcake of complaints.

He sent you a picture of his americano that was loaded with ten pumps of syrup, “I’m drinking coffee😇”

What coffeeee????!!?!?!?

Everything has failed you today. The public transportation system, your emotional support boy and your unhealthy obsessive complex believing that anything above two pumps of syrup is not coffee because you cannot handle personal preferences.

“Why on earth is this bus full like it’s the last bus available to escape a fucking zombie aopcalypse. What is this ‘Bus to Busan’?” Your voice comes out with pure seething under your breath for only your friends to hear but you catch the old lady beside San narrowing her eyes at you with suspicion.

San, engrossed in scrolling through his twitter and sipping his (proper) americano is least interested about your discomfort.

“Oh I don’t know! I did suggest taking the subway instead but two idiotic people whined for five minutes straight to get on this bus.” His response is monotonous, attempting to contain himself from bursting.

The pinching statement is directed towards you and Wooyoung who grumbled about the group having to walk after getting off the subway when the bus seemed like a better option that stopped right on the street opposite of your destination.

Wooyoung’s frame shifts slightly onto your small seat as the hefty man beside him wiggles for space. “Yeah, Jesus Christ, if only I had had an epiphany about how crowded the bus was going to be before we board it.”

If only you had epiphanies.

The bus was mildly crowded when all of you had entered but became packed within the next ten minutes of collecting passengers at merely three stations.

Poor Wooyoung is scared for his life knowing he will be ironed flat by the man if the bus jumps over a speed breaker or God forbid, decides to halt abruptly. The fear is relatable because the boy standing in front will collapse right onto your already shaky lap under any abrupt movements made by the bus.

After five minutes of distracting himself, San shoves his phone in the pocket of his jeans and leans into your space to jab a finger at two of you simultaneously. “Yeah, Jesus Christ, if only my lazy ass friends knew how to walk but they left their legs in the semester break.” He accuses.

He is absolutely right.

Every student, excluding the few exceptionally productive ones, collectively lost the ability to walk unless the end goal was acquiring food, money, grades and work experience.

Wooyoung throws his hands up out of exasperation, “And you’re hundred percent sure that the subway isn’t packed?”

You nod vigorously, supporting his argument because it doesn’t lead to admitting that you’re wrong and not once you’ll acknowledge the possibility of the missed subway having much more space than this body heat microwave of a bus that you two insisted on boarding until San gave in and agreed.

“Yeah. Also, we’re accompanying you for your work, San.” You chide in to transfer the blame like a ten year old child and nudge the grouchy boy away from the seat with your right arm.

San’s left brow twitches. He is definetly holding back a snarky retort.

“Yes, yes, it’s all my fault.” He drawls on his reponse and turns his head away to ignore your presence entirely.

Apparently, it was not an unusually quiet, regular Sunday for the residents of Unit 8181 also known as the occupants of the apartment of Seonghwa and Friends who have been on the edge due to a mysterious late night incident that was not revealed to you no matter how many times you pried.

Mingi and Yeosang were sprawled together on the couch, hidden beneath a bunch of weighty duvets which did not look like it had two people sleeping underneath it until they started untangling themselves from each other.

Wooyoung was showering, apparently for almost an hour to scrub away his drowsiness as stated by San who has been extremely cranky and constantly keeping himself occupied with his phone and swishing and fixing his posh, sky blue cardigan (until you entered the kitchen and he dragged you out with him, suddenly all smiles).

Yunho was the only one who appeared somewhat himself, still in his pajamas, folding questionably large amount of laundry. He mentioned ‘monopoly game night’ but you didn’t buy that excuse.

They were engaged in constant back and forth, ‘Who Can Shut the Other Guys Up In The Most Creative Way’ contest.

Yeosang won after a house slipper flew out of his room, wheezed past your legs and landed right near the shoe rack as you stood there frozen. The aim was commendable but the action was concerning.

Other than sarcastic remarks, all of them shared swollen eyebags due to the lack of sleep.

A sleepy Mingi glared at you with his droopy eyes for thirty seconds, mumbled out, “Oh, it’s just you.”, trudged towards his room and slammed the door behind him.

The apartment floor was spotless, not one obvious clutter in sight.

Seonghwa will surely name everything he owns to them in his will once he returns in the coming week and sees the glistening state of the apartment.

It reminds you that you, too, need to take care of that one chair that holds the tower of toppling dirty clothes in your room before he sees them and gives you an earful of nagging.

A bead of cold sweat travels down the crevice of your neck.

“How much longer until we arrive?” You committ the mistake of directing the question to the volcanic mountain prepared to erupt any minute now.

The bus jostles with a screech, collectively swinging everyone forward with a painful jerk. Shared sighs and groans echo throughout the bus.

Staying put in your seat in this bus is more challenging than a one minute plank.

“I don’t know, he probably knows.” Wooyoung responds with a shrug, holding onto his dear life.

“Maybe you should walk through this sea of people and ask the bus driver himself.” San suggests with an imposed smile, causing your own lips to stretch into a false one.

“What a fantastic suggestion! I would love to use you as a human shield to push through this crowd and get to the front.” You answer, crossing your arms below your chest.

He offers you his entire irked attention.

Wooyoung’s forehead dives into the palm of his hand. He’d rather hide than let the passengers of the bus know that he is associated with the two of you.

The agitated boy rolls his eyes, lips pressing into a thin line before he launches his lecture. “Okay, you know what (y/n)---”

“Oh for goodness sake! Young man and young woman! Resume your couple’s banter at your place, don’t fight in public places.” The old lady whose patience was being tested this entire journey voices out her protest.

You’re stunned for a good moment before your heads snap towards the lady, wearing similar offended expressions.

Meanwhile, Wooyoung is holding onto his bubbling laughter. His palms having slid down from his forehead to his lips to prevent himself from laughing out loud like a maniac.

“We are not a couple!” You both answer in a hurried chorus.

After the frantic clarification, your eyes meet and the absurdity of the old lady’s comment wipes every single trace of the previous exchange.

Both of you break together into timed, soft giggles and the chain reaction pulls in Wooyoung who laughs into his hands to control the volume.

The lady shakes her head at your reaction. “Well, then, not a couple, don’t fight and let me ride to my book club meeting in peace.” She states her demand, expression indicating that she is cooking incorrect judgements about your group in her mind.

San and you offer her a quick sincere apology, suppressing the amusement derived from her assumption.

“You two in a romantic relationship? More like a disastorous pair of wannabe edgy emo and a pissed caffeinated fantasizer. Nah, totally incompatible.” Wooyoung mutters under his breath.

“He’d get rid of me in ten minutes.” You whisper your reasoning.

San feels the old lady’s eyes boring holes into the back of his head, his arm nudges yours gently, “Make that five. Okay now, zip up.” His eyes and voice both firmly plead.

“Yes sir.” You reply and shrink in your seat further to make room for Wooyoung to breathe.

They’re quite a handful duo, alright, but they’re your handful duo and they handle you as well.

After ten minutes of bumping, shoving and tossing around the entire bus like popcorns, the three of you miraculously step out in one piece.

You take a good five minutes to regain your normal pace of breathing again.

The relaxing wind carrying the gentle floral aroma from the garden calms your suffocated senses.

Ah, finally, freedom from people.

The bus was overdosed with CO2.

Your lips were zipped for most of the ride in order to avoid receiving another sneer from the old lady and making sure you don’t run out of the very last oxygen molecule present in the bus.

Wooyoung is stretching every limb of his body after being pressed in between the sandwich grill consisting of you and the giant man.

“You know what?” He pulls out a little black hair tie to control the little locks ruffling against his eyes. “Ditch me the next time I whine about not walking because that was literal hell. I am never stepping into another bus, ever again.” The determination present in his voice is almost convincing. Almost.

“You’re going to start whining when it’s time to return.” Adds San, after double checking every pocket present on his clothing.

An overwhelmingly tiring yawn falls through your lips.

“Yeah, dude, no false promises.” You inch closer towards San to show your support.

Wooyoung’s exhausted face transforms into an unamused one, “You’re shameless.”

Harsh but true.

“No, no, no, you last minute side switchers, get away from me. I am not claiming you.” Ignoring your presence, he simply walks towards the main entrance of the garden.

A sickeningly sweet smile appears on your lips. “Hey, wait, I promise, I won’t take Wooyoung’s side ever again!” You say in a singsong manner, taking wide steps to catch up by San’s side.

“Where do you think you are going?” The betrayed one gets a hold of your backpack and pulls you back with a forceful tug.

Your shoes brush harshly against the concrete pavement. He accomplishes the task of slowing you down and makes a run for San, wheezing loudly.

“Jung Wooyoung!” You cry out loud at his actions, your backpack flailing out of your arms.

He treads beside his unbothered friend, front facing you from a distance. “We need to meet the professor at the research centre anyway, keep yourself busy until then!” A wink and a cackle, then he grabs San by his shoulders and disappears inside at an astonishing speed.

Like a little kid whose ice cream has been snatched away, you stand there watching San’s waving hand and Wooyoung’s bouncy ponytail fading away.

A strong inhale and a gentle exhale, you try to calm the rapid heaving of your chest.

“Ah, whatever! They’ll text me once they’re done.” Uttering the assuring words to yourself, you fix the carelessly hanging backpack and set course to occupy yourself in the garden until they’re done with whatever they have to do at the research centre.

This is not the first time they have pulled this prank of abandoning you just for laughs and then frantically calling with the classic bait of “yo, come over at this food truck, we’re paying😏”

They throw the same bait under any circumstances and it works pure magic on any living being who lives for eating. Even Seonghwa caves in, and your willpower is -2 compared to Seonghwa’s 10+ patience.

Once you step inside the garden, you’re sure they have ditched you with good intentions as your eyes take in the lavish surroundings.

The green of nature is widespread throughout in the form of sturdy and lean trees, recently mowed grass and snipped shrubs peeking in between, all sprinkled with colourful little flowers like twinkling stars on a clear night sky. A gentle breeze whistles by within small intervals, rustling the leaves with the faintest crackling sound.

There are feeble chirps of birds, hiding in their nests to sleep for the night.

It is heaven on earth as the golden glow of the sun settles upon the scene.

The lulling fragrance of roses carried along with the wind urges you to roll on the blanket of the grass and maybe even take a nap after tiring yourself but you know you’ll be thrown out because there are watchful guards scattered around.

For once, you’re grateful that they left you behind.

You’d rather take a walk around the garden while listening to serene songs rather than awkwardly wait behind them as they converse with the said professor they’re here to meet.

I should explore a little before San gets into his Plant Geek Mode.

A major path from the main entrance splits in several small, stone tracks, like a maze to explore.

The region is vast, tranquil and maintained, no wonder a research centre lies somewhere in this arboretum.

You notice the informative display of the map, standing tall, indicating what lies in between and at the end of every track, piquing your explorer fantasy. There is a stack of small, handy maps for visitors to carry as well.

You grab one, deciding upon the center most lane with your earphones playing the enchanting tune of Like a Flowing Wind by Day6 in a low volume.

“The North Lane leads towards the green house and the research centre.” You murmur, studying the contents of the map with much concentration. “Wooyoung and San probably went that way.” You throw a quick glance behind before resuming your stroll.

The trail you’re currently walking on is the West Way, sheltered with tall towering trees and the Grand Elixir Fountain that lies at the end.

You neatly fold the brochure and tuck it safely inside your pocket, saving the next spots to visit together once you regroup.

Surprisingly, the garden doesn’t have an overflowing crowd.

There are quite a lot of people occupying the benches and seating areas, mostly couples. You notice quite a few students, assuming they are, with their laptops and notebooks, surveying or either sitting in a formation to share their findings.

Everyone is invested in themselves, in their own little world due to which the place feels quite private, snug and pleasant.

The greenery, the sounds of nature, the music and soft whispers creating one whole atmosphere of contentment.

It has been named Golden Blooms for a reason indeed. Except the Research Centre part, we’re going to ignore that for now.

Seonghwa would absolutely love this place. There is nothing not to love about this. You can sketch a million ways of spending time here together.

You don’t want to be a girlfriend like that but you’re to be a girlfriend like that.

A picnic after a long hectic week of continuous classes to unwind while spending quality time together, under a birch tree that casts a wide shadow beneath to watch the sunset while sharing the most mundane and silliest stories of your week and snacking on the collective bag you two usually pack before heading out for your Saturday Sunset Dates.

Maybe you’ll have to give up the spot due to its popular demand but it’ll be alright nonetheless. Instead, you’ll resort to taking every lane to check what lies at the end as Seonghwa’s personal playlist will be the perfect background music.

The day will end with a hearty dinner and crashing in either’s bedroom, cuddling together where he always insists on being the little spoon and you always give in.

Oh god, I went too far.

If just the thought has you feeling immensely giddy, how exhilarating would it feel to actually spend a day like that?

Back to present, (Y/N), back to present.

The uneven stone trail comes to an end as your shoes sink into the bed of the grass. Your next steps feel extremely light.

Walking on this grass is the closet one can experience how walking on a cloud feels like. You constrain yourself from removing your socks and shoes and running around on the grass like a madman--

Holy Shit.

The Grand Elixir Fountain is a masterpiece.

Rather than blindingly white, it is a comforting shade of evanesce beige. The sculptures surrounding the circumference are alluring rather than intimidating of mythical water creatures from numerous mythologies.

A water nymph settles at the heart of the fountain on a wave with water sprouting from the pot she’s embracing.

The gurgling water simmers down onto another platform shaped like a lotus, little droplets splashing on the people standing close by the edge and then gliding down from the platform into the bottom expanse to become a slow, rippling stream.

The Fountain is a high lord, you are a mere peasant. The Fountain is the moon and you’re a small star. The Fountain is queen bee and you’re a worker bee. The Fountain is a high quality gaming PC and you’re a laptop you had to buy with an acceptable graphic card because you’re a college student who is surviving.

Maybe you’re not the best with creative descriptions but it’s okay you’re a law student any way.

Creative writing is Yeosang’s forte and he worries about it plenty.

“Seonghwa can’t be here but I can send him some pictures.” Pulling out your phone, you scan the area.

An old couple are seated on a bench to the far right admiring the view, bunches of people pass by once a while either to leave or enter the area and a small group of friends are circled in a corner preoccupied within themselves.

“Okay, nothing to see here, just a college girl fangirling over a beautiful fountain.” You say it with the intent of addressing the people present but it is mostly directed towards yourself to not get embarrassed before you engage in a long photo session full of fascination over a fountain at an arboretum.

Okay, alright, let’s get this over with.

The cause of your dubiousness is Jongho.

He has pointed out several times that while taking photos you tend to get absorbed and switch into questionable positions just to score a worthy shot.

You somehow manage to capture moderate looking full shots without getting any uncanny looks from the visitors around with only one close up shot left.

The star of the fountain, the water nymph.

It’s alright. Hopefully nobody finds you getting on one knee to capture a decent picture of the fountain uncanny.

You’re just a harmless college girl who wants to text her boyfriend, excite him about your possible future dates and hunt for food while waiting for the two little devils to return and get working before it’s too late.

Gentle sprinkles splash onto your face as you move a little closer with careful steps to find the best spot. The water is enticing on this boiling day.

You hold your phone up, adjusting the angle to your liking. “Okay that’s good.”

Before you can press the capture button, a pair of hands lock around your waist, someone’s weight settling on your shoulder.

“No, shift it a little more to the right.” A voice, obscured by the earphones, speaks extremely close to your ear, sending a quivering sensation down your spine.

The first instinct is to freeze, your entire body numbs at the sudden action, heart beating at an alarming speed.

It is followed by a startling scream of having a stranger’s arms wrapped around your body. The scream pierces through the placidity of the garden, birds from the trees flying away to safety out of fright.

Finally, the adrenaline rush kicks in, your physical senses registering the situation and your reflexes activate.

The phone still connected with the earphones flies out of your hands and ears, elbows diving back to land double smacks on the intruder’s stomach to get him off your back.

The old couple look into your direction with a panicked expression and the entire group nearby jilts up and dashes towards you to investigate the source of the scream.

You turn around to inspect the trespasser who has landed flat on his butt, clutching onto his stomach as continuous groans and curses fall through his lips.

“(Y/N)! What the hell!” The obscurity long gone, you recognize the familiar voice and its owner.

Losing the energy in your legs, you fall down into a squatting position. “Seonghwa?” In a panicked state and a hesitant voice, you call his name.

“No, it’s Ryan Reynolds.” Mockingly, he whimpers, trying to regain his knocked out senses.

It is indeed your boyfriend who is currently supposed to be in Japan but is in pain because you landed two good elbow punches right on his stomach after his 4 hours of excitement at the airport and two hours of flight and it is definitely, hundred percent confirmed especially, after his eyes meet yours, full of pain and shooting imaginary daggers at you.

Seonghwa expected a surprised embrace on his return. Anything but two blows right on his abdomen.

“Park Seonghwa!” You exclaim.

“Nope, no, I am not Park Seonghwa anymore.” He states in a faltering tone.

“Miss, are you alright?” A boy from the far away friend circle interjects, stopping in front of you. “Is he bothering you?” His fingers wrap around your arms to pull you up.

His other two friends help Seonghwa but with a much constrained grab on his arms.

You look at your boyfriend being held by the two strangers and then at the boy, eyes performing a few puzzled double takes.

“Miss?” The boy reiterates his query.

You’re dumfounded, your thoughts hazy.

Collecting the remaining strength in your body, your hands fly in gestures of denial. “No, no, that’s my boyfriend.”

The boys appear skeptical. They exchange disbelieving glances.

“Are you sure? If he’s really bothering you, we can call the police right now.” One of the boys holding your boyfriend suggests with the intentions of your safety.

The frenzied senses simmer down second by second, your hand reaches out to free him from the strangers’ hold. “No, no. Thank you so much for your help but there has been an misunderstanding, that’s all.”

The boys release him and you replace their hold by linking his arm.

“He is really my boyfriend. I was just surprised.” You state with complete assurance.

“It’s also my fault for creeping up behind her. Thank you for watching out. We’re sorry for the disturbance.” Seonghwa takes the cue and bows down a little to offer a sincere apology.

His other hand rests atop your bound one. Your gaze stays taut on him, following his actions to apologize as well.

The boys notice your relaxed figure beside him. “Ah alright, so it was a misunderstanding.”

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes, it was. We’re sorry.” You say politely.

Calculating the situation, the boys exchange final greetings before trusting your relationship and leave you two with a, ‘Be careful with your surprises!’

The surroundings stop still until Seonghwa unlinks your arms to intertwine your fingers instead and bends down to pick up your phone.

“Should we sit somewhere and talk?” He suggests in a composed tone.

“Oh, right, yes.” You answer, mentally occupied collecting the dispersed bits of your comprehension grip.

You two settle on the broad bench, previously occupied by the old couple who left after the ruckus, facing each other.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” You search for his eyes that meet yours in a span of millisecond after the raised enquiry.

Your fingers contract and expand with hesitancy near his abdomen where you, or more accurately, your reflexes stroke him a blow. Eyes fluctuate up and down, from his face to the injured area, teeth abusing the lower lip with worry.

His hands catch and close around your awkward ones, “It hurts but I am fine. It might be bruised but it’ll be gone with time.”

You look at him, face full of regret, “Seonghwa, I am so sorry.”

“It’s alright, (Y/N).” He says with the most assuring look that there is in this world, “I mean it.”

You were worried that he might be mad about the commotion but him unlinking your arms in order to hold your hand was an indication enough that he wasn’t.

His anger is often intelligible. He needs the time to stay mad, cool down and talks only when he is ready. The time creates an emotional distance and that distance is unbearable until his heart is ready to resolve.

He doesn’t hold petty grudges. He certainly forgives but he doesn’t forget. Instead, he draws the line in the relationship to grow apart naturally.

You happened to experience it once when he was conversing with a senior who had given him a hard time and oh boy, the line he drew was fiery and bone chilling cold at the same time.

“So, that was definitely not what I expected after I decided to surprise you.” He confesses, his eyes mellow, “I should’ve listened to Hongjoong when he said that the idea is too sappy.”

While he speaks, you’re occupied with staring at him like a hawk with bulbous eyes.

“What happened?” He prompts you to speak, a fond smile on his lips. “Cat got your tongue?” His fingers fix the disheveled hair resting on your forehead.

His eyes hold such raw warmth while he merely tucks little strands behind your ears that you fail to realize you have tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Hey, why are you crying?” His expression shifts into a concerned one. “What happened?” He probes further.

Before you register your actions, your hand is flying to land a soft blow on his shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me you were returning today!”

Maybe the volcanic eruption that was swirling inside San somehow descended into you. The difference is, his was motivated by rage and yours might be motivated by mortification.

He retrieves his hand to hold the area you’re attacking, gaping as he rubs the sore spot.

“Why are you hitting me!” His expression is muddled.

Seonghwa expected a surprised embrace on his return. Anything but you hitting him after he attempts to calm you down as his plan of surprise fails worse than the time he had failed history in sixth grade.

Your hand reaches out to land another gentle smack. “What are you! A freaking saint! Why didn’t you tell me!”

Even you are not aware why the outlet chosen by your feelings is hitting your loving and caring boyfriend who planned such a great surprise that you managed to ruin by knocking him straight into the abdomen with your pointy elbows.

“Wait, what--” Your words only further deepen his confusion.

The next smack or rather love tap, as per your definition, doesn’t get through as his hands are quick to catch yours by the wrists.

“Why are you hitting me babe?” He tilts his head to the side. “You’re hitting me because I am nice?” He lifts his right brow. “What, a saint?” A playful smile lingers on his lips.

The audacity of this man to act coy with you when you are full of all sorts of emotions whirling within you like a raging tornado. The audacity of this perfectly, perfect man!

With your slightly puffy eyes and tears stained cheek, you profess. “I am embarrassed okay! I am really embarrassed, I screamed so----”

A tch sound comes from him, followed by a, “Idiot.”

He pulls you into him through the hold he has on your wrists, your chest colliding with his. His arms wrap around your waist in a secure manner, head resting sideways onto the comfort of your shoulder that he dearly missed.

You melt like an ice cream on a hot day under his touch, taking no time to find content in his embrace, face nestling into his warm neck.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He removes one hand from your waist to offer comforting caresses on the back of your head. “I don’t know what I expected your reaction to be. Honestly, this particular one didn’t even cross my mind.”

You lift your head from his neck but he quickly returns it down again.

“I didn’t expect you to appear in front of me a week before your actual arrival either.” You speak in a muffled voice.

He pauses his stroking for a second, “I knew you were clueless but I didn’t know you were this clueless.”

“Excuse me!” You shuffle in his hold but he has you latched onto him.

He nestles further into your hold, almost pulling you onto his lap out of habit.

“Seonghwa!” Palms pressing against his chest, you try to scuffle away and receive a disgruntled noise from him.

Having performed his action only halfway through, your right leg sits on top of his left thigh and you leave it there to dangle idly.

“Dude, we’re in a public place.” You remind him, placing a sneaky little peck on his neck.

It’s the courage after announcing you’re an idiot to the entire world.

He is astounded by your actions but definitely not as much as you are.

Seonghwa expected a surprised embrace on his return. Anything but you mentioning that you’re in public and then proceeding to plant the softest kiss on his neck, not that he minds the latter.

“Wise words coming from you in a public place.” His thumbs trace circles on your collar bones, voice adding an extra emphasis to the ‘public’.

He squeezes you tightly and moves you in his hold like you’re his own personal teddy bear causing laughter to escape from your lips.

“Giving you a basic hug after you come back after almost a month and a half?” You declare like you have performed some high and mighty act, “No, that is not enough to express my excitement, I had to smash out my love on you, babe.”

His face dawns an unimpressed look. “Yup, I made a mistake coming home.”

Your own words cause your face to scrunch up with cringe. “Yeah, that was too much, don’t talk about this in front of anyone, ever again.”

You missed him. God, you missed him so much.

His long hair is intact, not a single strand has been snipped. He looks as stunning as you imagined him to be. His navy blue coat may have been washed with a different detergent than the one you are familiar with but the earthy smell of his regular perfume is present.

The only new additions on him that you can notice right away is the blinding glow on his sleep deprived face and the abstract patterned scarf wrapped neatly around his neck.

“I missed you.” You wish to say it as softly as possible but you end up blurting out the words.

He smiles with twinkles in his eyes. “I know, idiot. I missed you too.”

You rest your palms on his cheeks and press them hard, lips protruding out in a pout. Pulling him in, you offer him a brief peck.

A long one is saved for later when in private.

The heat on his cheeks is an evidence that he is taken aback by your bold actions.

“First a kiss on the neck and now a long peck?” He smirks, eyebrows dancing up and down. “You’ve become quite gutsy within a month and a half huh?”

You fawn, “and you’re still carrying your mischievous habits with you! I was praying for you to leave them behind during your vacation. Did you achieve nothing?”

“Come here you!” His hand clasps behind your neck but this time he connects his lips to the side of your forehead to plant the deepest kiss.

You shriek as the prolonged peck soon transitions into pillowy lips peppering feathery kisses on every little endearing spot he discovers to shower his love.

Unable to suppress your delight, subdued giggles bubble out of you.

The delight of having him by your side again is indescribable. The current state of happiness you’re feeling is indescribable.

You feel his hovering lips expanding into a smile, foreheads faintly clashing together as you two laugh your heart out.

There are tears forming in your eyes but this time due to happiness rather than humiliation.

Your eyes catch the sun dipping below the horizon, shooting colourful rays as it bids goodbye for the day. “Seonghwa, look, the sunset, it’s so beautiful.” You note while he pulls you into him sideways.

He hums, turning around to admire the view, “Oh wow, that’s......beautiful.”

Time slows down just for the sun to submerge into the horizon with its glory. The orange, pink, purples and blues of the sky press mute on the world for the briefest interval.

He ruffles your hair, pulling you out of a trance, “And that’s our cue to leave.”

It takes special effort to abandon his comforting hold and get back up on your two feet.

The disappointment lasts a mere second as his fingers quickly interlace with yours. “Where to next?” He asks.

He takes slow steps. You stick close by, half of your body weight leaning into him but he doesn’t seem to mind.

You consider your choices for a moment, the grin ever present on your lips, “How about we take a walk and then drive to the river side? I heard there will be star gazing event later at night.”

He looks at you impressively with a questioning smile. “Oh really, who told you that?” A gentle gleam of fondness floats in his eyes.

His heart is swelling with love, your presence is comfortable.

You channel your best know-it-all face, “Oh, you know, Wooyoung, San and I were planning to--”

The sentence stops midway as you remember, Wooyoung and San!

Your movements halt, “Wait, Wooyoung and San!”

He cracks up at your delayed realization.

“They’ll be fine.” His fingers offer a gentle flick on your forehead, attempting to tap some sense into it, “Unless, you know, you want them to continuously comment during our date about how my arrival disrupted their last night’s sleep.” He reaches out for his pocket to pull out his phone but you’re quick to prevent the said action.

“No, no, no, no.” Your reaction amuses him further. “That’s not what I meant. I am glad they ditched me, goodness, never been so glad that someone left me behind, swear to god.” The flurry of words scatter everywhere but the intended meaning has been received by him.

“And what else do you have planned for the night?” He asks, walking straight, exaggerating the breadth of his shoulders.

“My fantastic company, Seonghwa, what else do you need?” In a wounded voice, you question.

He shakes his head.

“No?”

“No.”

“Fine, tonight’s dinner is on me, no budget. What do you want to eat?” You present your best offer in the most sugar coated tone.

His jaw drops in a dramatic fashion you’ve never witnessed in your life, “That’s it? Woman, I flew in today to surprise you today and that’s it?”

You stand on your tiptoes to whisper a special spell in his ear. “Who said that would be it?”

The rasp in your voice has goosebumps rising on his skin.

“What do you mean?” He stares down, eyes wide.

“Hey, by the way, how did you know I was near the fountain?” You quickly change the subject, your thoughts running wild and heart ready to pounce out to run a hundred mile marathon.

“What do you mean?” He repeats, eager to receive an answer.

His innocent smile has been replaced by a devilish smirk.

His constant questioning and hopeful gape has you regretting your previous words, causing warmth to spread on your face.

Flustered, you recite your question for the second time, “Tell me, how did you know?”

“It was a guess. I haven’t forgotten about your pigeon feeding adventures near the mall fountain” His answer is concise, to the point and hurried. “Now, tell me, what do you mean?”

He finishes the topic within a few seconds, arm nudging persistently against the side of your stomach.

This man. Oh god, this man.

“You have a great memory! You remember everything!” The fake enthusiasm and flustered laughter that is evident in your answer has him laughing. “Oh, look, we’re here!” You announce, feeling grateful once you spot the main exit getting closer with every step.

“What did you mean?” He takes quick steps to stand in front of you, his hand leaving yours.

“Seonghwa! Stop it, don’t get back on your teasing shenanigans so quickly, give it a day.” You say as casually as possible, stepping aside to continue on your way. “I’ve embarrassed myself and you quite enough for today.”

Seonghwa slings his arm around your shoulder from behind, “Yeah, alright, we’ll see about that later.” He mimics your casual tenure. “I guess.” He adds, hinting at your suggestive statement.

You nod in agreement, appearing calm and cool, “Yeah, I guess, we will.”

“You little tease.” His free hand gives your left cheek a little squeeze, leaving a light aching.

You stumble a little on your way out of the garden, “If I am a tease that makes you the devil that you truly are.”

“I agree, I am a beast.” He really, actually, dares to say that with his whole chest, out loud.

“Yeah, sure, little baby.” Your fingers mockingly stroke his chin with a pout

He chuckles, changing his position to properly stand by your side. “Enough of that now, let’s go, I am starving.”

“Yup, let’s go, tender beast.” You imitate his own words on him.

“No, seriously, stop that.” He declares sternly.

You do a motion of zipping your lips, holding your free hand up in surrender.

Oh, how the tables have been turning constantly today. You can now understand why Seonghwa never gets off your back and it looks like you will not be getting off his tonight.

Metaphorically and literally.

Meanwhile, Woosan

San, who has been talking with the professor for almost thirty minutes now: It was pleasure meeting up with you Sir

Wooyoung, releasing a sigh of relief beside his friend because he didn’t understand a single word that was exchanged, internally: Finally

Suddenly, San: Oh btw sir I had another question

Wooyoung, ready to create a rampage right there and then, grabbing a chair to smash it on the ground: OH MY FREAKING GOD DAMNIT CHOI SAN YOU---

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I started writing this last Saturday and it went through so many drafts and versions, getting cut down to this one. It took me a week mostly due to other commitments. I edited this once and I am sure it still has teeny tiny mistakes but please look past that for now. I will correct it whenever time grants me.

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I know it has been a long time since the last update but I reposted the masterlist with the final update schedule and it will update and end accordingly as per that.

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fearfulkittenwrites · 4 years

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“Drake, seriously?”

“Ooooh fuck. Fuck, this is bad, fuck.” Jason exclaimed, before whispering to himself “I gotta find a way of blaming this on Red Robin, before Batman kills me.” Then it dawned on him “Oh my God he’ll kill me. Kill me!”

Or: Dick gets shot and everyone is freaking out. Inspired by that first car chase scene in 6 underground, where Two has been shot and everything is chaotic.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, pain and blood. Nothing too graphic, I promise.

Word count: 1532

Notes: So I have a lot of things that I should be doing, but instead of doing those things, I'm back on my bullshit again. I wrote this because I ramdomly remembered my mom laughing about how that scene is ridiculous, because you don't remove a bullet in a situation like that, you just stop the bleeding. Anyways, I thought it'd fill that slot in the bingo card pretty well. I hope you guys like it!

Link for it on AO3, if you prefer it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25655983

“’s not thaaaat bad.” Dick looked down at the bullet wound in his shoulder.

“This is awful Nightwing, what the fuck are you talking about? You’ve been shot! You’re allowed to panic!”

“Shut up, both of you!” Damian complained “He won’t panic because he’s in shock, and let’s keep it that way.” He scowled at Jason, who was in the front seat “Nightwing, you’re bleeding, but don’t panic, I need you to cooperate with me.”

“I’m bleeding?!” Dick shouted “What the fuck happened?!”

“Way to go Damian.” Tim interviened.

“Fucking drive, Drake.” He turned to Duke, sitting next to them, looking more panicked than usual, and handed him his Robin cape “Here. Put pressure on his shoulder. He will scream. Keep pressing it.” Duke nodded “Listen,” He adressed his oldest brother “You got shot on your right shoulder and passed out after falling and hitting your head on the concrete. You’re awake now, let’s keep it that way.”

Dick shrieked in pain.

“I don’t think you have to worry about me sleeping! Fuck!” He kicked the driver’s seat involuntarily.

“Don’t fucking do that!” Tim yelled.

“Don’t yell at him, he’s in pain!” Jason yelled back.

“Do you fucking want me to crash this fucking car Jason?! Because I will crash this fucking car!”

“Don’t crash the car! It isn’t even ours!” Duke shouted from the back seat. He looked down at the wounded hero “I am so sorry about this.”

“It’s fine-AH!” He said through gritted teeth.

“I’m sure you’ve been through worse.” Damian said, pulling out whatever med equipment he had in his belt.

“Doesn’t make this any easier!” He answered “Fuck!”

“Sorry...”

“Don’t apologize, you’re keeping him alive!” Damian growled back. A shot hit the car, shattering the break lights “Fuck, they’re chasing us! I’ll have to give you stitches here and now Dick. Thomas, is he still bleeding?”

“What?!” All of them yelled.

“Shut up, I can do it! Thomas, answer me damnit!”

“A little, yes, but it’s definetly less.”

Another bullet went through the car, shattering the windshield. Damian groaned.

“Can one of the heroes in the car full of heroes do something about the guys shooting at us!?”

“Stop yelling I’m trying to drive!”

“You can’t drive if you’re dead!” Damian shouted “Red Hood, will you please get out of your fucking ass?!”

“I would, but you wouldn’t like what I’ll do!”

“I don’t care Todd, fucking do something! Thomas, move your hand, I need to stitch him up now!” The boy cut Dick’s uniform, exposing more skin.

“Fine!” Jason stuck his upper body out through the window and shot at the cars chasing them, then pulled himself back in the car “There’s too many, I can’t take them all out alone, you’re gonna have to lose them!”

“Thanks for the fucking tip, Jackass! What do you think I’ve been doing all this fucking time?!” Tim yelled, gripping the steering wheel.

“Stop yelling, I’m trying to fix him!” Damian chastised the duo. Dick screamed. Another bullet zoomed past them.

“Oh my God, I don’t wanna die!” Duke exclaimed.

“Shut up! I’m trying to do a decent suture here! You’re not the one in mortal danger!”

“Oh my God, am I in mortal danger?!” Dick shouted out.

“No!” Damian shouted back “Nobody dies under my watch!”

“Whoah, won’t you take the bullet out?” Jason asked, looking to the backseat over his shoulder. Damian and Tim looked at him as if he was the most disgusting being they had ever laid eyes on.

“Do you actively want your brother to die, Todd?!” He shouted “I’m trying to keep him from bleeding out! The bullet stays in!”

“But won’t it-.”

“It stays in!” Tim and Damian yelled at the same time.

“Fine! I just wanted to help!” He put his hands up.

Dick groaned in pain and punched the car roof.

“If you want to help then be quiet!” Another bullet flew by. They hit a speed bump, and Damian’s hand faltered on the needle, hurting Dick’s skin unnecesarily “Drake, seriously?!”

“I’m trying to stop us from getting killed!” He shouted back “I don’t have the luxury of slowing down for fucking speed bumps at the moment!”

“You’re a lousy driver!”

“You’re a fucking brat!”

“Stop arguing while I’m bleeding to death!”

“You’re not going to die!” Both of them shouted back at Dick.

“Okay, that’s twice in less than twenty minutes.” Duke said “It’s freaking me out.”

“Shut up!” Tim and Damian once again shouted simultaneously.

“Three. So fucked up...” He whispered under his breath.

“Duke, not now.” Dick said, grinding his teeth “Damian don’t you have any painkillers on you?”

“I found some ibuprofen in the glove box. It’s not much but...” Jason said, shaking a medicine box in front of them.

“Oh my God, so now we’re also stealing someone’s meds? Isn’t the car bad enough?” Duke asked.

“Seriously Duke, not now.” Dick said again. Damian reached for the box, shoving three pills in his brother’s mouth.

“Chew them, it speeds up the effects. I hope it helps.” Damian said.

“This is soooo fucked up...” He whispered one more time.

“Shut it, Thomas!” Damian growled, going back to the sutures “I’m almost done.”

“Oh, wait.” Jason said, tapping through his jacket “I have a grenade.”

The car was silent for a moment, before all of them simultaneously screamed some variation of ‘Why didn’t you think of this sooner?’.

“Shut up! I perform poorly under stress!”

“We were trained to perform under stress!” Dick shouted.

“You’re a moron!” Damian screamed.

“That’s why you fucking died!” Tim yelled.

“Low blow, asshat!” Jason pointed at him.

“Please, just throw the grenade!” Duke pleaded.

“Fine!” The Red Hood tossed it at the cars behind them, and the explosions took most of them out, but two cars were still chasing them by the time Damian was done with Dick’s sutures.

“I’m done. Tim stop the car we can handle them.” He said “Signal, I need you to stay back with Nightwing.”

“I’m fine, I can defend myself.” He picked up one of his escrima sticks.

“Fine. But if you tear open those sutures, I’m sticking my finger in the wound out of sheer spite.” He shoved his index finger at his face before kicking open the car door.

...

Bruce sighed.

“I’m gonna need you to walk me through this again.” He pinched the bridge of his nose “You acquired the flashdrive, destroyed the information, started the self destruction count down on their base, and then...” He waited for an answer yet he got four; Jason, Tim, Duke and Damian talked at the same time “Wait!” He yelled, stopping them “Jason. Go.”

“Dick got shot. It was Tim’s fault.”

“How was it my fault? You were the one who set off their alarm system!”

“You set off their alarm system?” Bruce asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

“That’s not the whole story!”

“Then what is the whole story?” He crossed his arms.

“Devilspawn was distracting me.”

“Shut up, Todd. Don’t blame your incompetence on me.”

“You were trying to take the flashdrive away from me!” Jason threw his hands up “Of course I’d trip into their lasers!”

“You wanted to shove it down your pants!” Damian protested.

“Duh? No one would try to get them there.”

“So let me see if I’m getting this...” Bruce interrupted “Jason activated their alarm system after falling on top of their laser sensors because Damian was trying to stop him from putting a flashdrive in his pants?”

“Yes.”

“Correct.”

“Pretty much.”

“He’d shove it into his underwear, father.”

Bruce sighed.

“And why did Dick get shot?”

“They had guns.” Jason said.

“Yes, I understand that.” Bruce stared at him “Why was he in the crossfire?”

“The lights turned off, I couldn’t see where the shooters would be to warn them.” Duke said.

“I see. But, please, enlighten me on the reason why you threw a hand grenade on the middle of the busiest avenue in Gotham.”

“Did you want us to die?!” Tim blurted out “There were over ten cars chasing us, and Dick was bleeding out on the back seat! We should’ve done it earlier.”

“We would have done it earlier,” Damian glared at Jason “If someone wasn’t completly incompetent.”

“I’m gonna strangle you, you little rat.” He muttered.

“Try it, Todd.” The boy pulled out his sword. Jason grabbed his guns. Duke jumped in front of them.

“Okay, okay, I think we’re getting a little too heated.” He said “Look, at least everyone is alive, right? And there were some major damages to the city’s infraestructure, but no civilians were actually killed in the explosion, since they had mostly cleared out the avenue after the chase started.” He had his hands up, trying to keep the peace “I think that’s a win.”

Bruce turned around, meeting Cass, who was eating some colorful candy behind him.

“You’re sending me next time?”

“I’m sending you next time.”

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wndrcarol · 4 years

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villanelle smut request alert! how bout villanelle x reader are both assassins, perhaps not on the same side (this part doesn’t really matter) and they’re trying to out do each other by seeing who gets turned on first and gives in? some smutty teasing until readers gives up cause let’s be real, villanelle is *chef’s kiss* and i’d have to give it up so easy! hehe thank youuuuu

yes yeS YES okay nonnie, I love this. and u are absolutely right, villanelle is definetly *chefs kiss*

Taking a sip from your drink, your eyes never left the blonde that you, unfortunately yet fortunately, called your partner. You both had been going on missions together for a while now after your handlers had decided it would be good to tag team the best assassins who work for the Twelve.

Part of you was annoyed because you had always preferred to work alone. It was quick and easier and you knew what to do, step by step and working with a partner would just throw you off. But, another part of you was almost excited to work with Villanelle. She was a highly ranked assassin and you had a big girl crush on the sassy blonde. Sure she could be annoying but that was a quality that you found cute in her.

The feelings were mutual in her book. She found you extremely attractive and almost felt intimitated to work with you, feeling like she would mess up her mission because you’d be watching.

Walking back to the table, she sat down and gave you a smirk. “Stare much?” She asked, taking a sip from her drink as you smiled at her.

“Is it a problem if I stare?” You asked, toying with the straw in your drink, giving her a smirk back. Taken aback, Villanelle kept her cool.

“It is when you won’t make a move” she said, winking at you as you felt you face heat up slightly. Villanelles phone rang, signifying that she had gotten a message. Picking up her phone, she read the message before sighing and putting it back in her pocket.

“New mission for tomorrow. They’re sending details in the morning so we better call it a night” she said, taking another swig from drink before placing it on the table and standing up. Following her movements, you both made your way to the elevator, pressing the button to your floor as the doors closed.

In a swift movement, you felt your back being pressed into the wall of the elevator with Villanelle in front of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You shrieked, taken by surprise but Villanelle had a grip on you.

“Don’t think you can size me up with those pretty eyes of yours and think I don’t notice” she said, looking you up and down before looking at you. Smirking, you placed your hands on her hips, pulling her close which pulled a surprised gasp from her lips.

“And don’t think I don’t know how much you want me to take you when you look at me” you spoke back, watching as her eyes moved from your eyes to your lips.

Finally, you moved your head forward, pressing your lips against hers roughly as she pressed back just as rough, letting out a small moan. And just like that, a new bond was made.

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