#and rai usually just says that shit for the public

[burrow-ix]

Sun-Kissed

Ted’s pool party turned out to be a lot more fun than you thought it would be…👀

Warnings: Joe looking like a beach babe, emphasize the BABE; smut; fingering if you squint; that freaking chain; etc.

Also this is like probs my first official time writing smut so hopefully it doesn’t bore you or make you cringe, if it does, I am so sorry :*)

Also, thanks to @balanceingrace for the encouragement❤️

Part Two is Here!

You and Joe arrive at Ted’s house for the pool party he was having for Memorial Day weekend. A lot of Joe’s teammates and their girlfriends and wives were going to be there as well, so you talked Joe into going so he could be social for once.

You sit down in-between Joe Bachie’s girlfriend, Holly and Sam’s girlfriend, Jess on the edge of the pool along with a couple of the other girls.

“That hair driving Joe nuts yet?” Holly asks and you giggle.

“Not yet anyway. He does mess with it constantly but I honestly think he likes it. We’ll see how he feels about it in July and August when its borderline 100 degrees during practice” you give her a smug look and she laughs.

“What do you think about it?” Jess smirks.

“I like it. It’s different. We were together for almost a year when he grew it out super long the first time and I didn’t mind it then but I’m curious to see what he’d look like with it now. That man has aged like fine wine so I’m excited to see some flow” you bite your lip and the girls giggle.

“You talkin’ shit?” Joe asks from behind you, standing over you.

“About you? Of course” you smile back at him and he just shakes his head as he hands you a cold bottle of water.

When you looks back at your man, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander.

Joe had come back from playing basketball with some of the guys, his button up shirt all the way unbuttoned, showing his tan, sweaty, toned chest and torso. His chest being your weakness. His hair that has gotten longer over the past couple months and you were becoming feral over this new style he was trying. His hair was more blonde than usual, all thanks to the sun. The dirty blonde becoming low lights while the blonde really shown through. His Cartier sunglasses sitting nicely on his nose and cheekbones along with his chain around his neck that glittered in the sun, the rays bring out the jewels perfectly. Good God, you thought, if he just bent me over right now-.

“Damn, when did you turn into a slut?” You dip down your sunglasses at him, trying to joke with him instead of pouncing on him like a freaking tiger.

“A long time ago. When I started dating you” he dips his sunglasses down, copying you and shooting you a wink, which just made you even more hot. He’s such a jerk.

“Jesus” you mutter under your breath. This was too much stimulation for you, and you was afraid that if you looked at him any longer that you would

1) do or say something that no one else around should experience in public or 2) melt; which you were already doing.

“Well you need to quit because all of your ‘girlies’ can’t handle all of this” you motions to the heavenly being that was him. You couldn’t even handle all of that.

“Oh this is just for you, pretty girl. No one else to impress but you” he looks smugly at you, that famous smirk making its way onto his perfect lips.

And…it was done. That did you in.

You turn back around, facing the pool. You look over at Holly who knew what you were thinking.

“I’ll cover for you, get ya some” she smirks and nods her head towards the house.

“Thank you” you whisper to her before climbing out of the pool and facing back towards Joe. He chuckles lowly and you place your hand on his lower back, turning him around and pushing him nonchalantly into the house.

“Something wrong?” Joe asks you sarcastically, knowing the effect he has on you. Knowing your weaknesses that easily make you all hot and bothered for him.

You push him down the hallway and into the guest room and shutting the door behind you, locking it without even looking, just watching your man stare at you with eyes that were once bright blue, now dark as the depths of the ocean. And you were about to go for a dive.

“You” you tell him plainly. You make your way toward him, your hands finding their way to his bare, broad chest and your eyes looking up at him through your lashes.

“You are what’s wrong…but so right” you whisper.

In seconds, his strong hands grab your cheeks and his lips are on yours. Hard, unyielding, but loving and passionate. He couldn’t get enough of you and that damn berry chapstick you wore all the time. Your lips have never tasted any different.

His hands slide into your hair, gripping onto your long locks, slightly tugging which makes you moan against his mouth, causing his lips to curve up into a small smile.

Joe wasn’t one for PDA, but you get him in a room by yourselves, he was on you in less than a minute. Believe it or not, the man was handsy. But you didn’t mind the feeling of his strong, veiny hands on you, touching you, holding you. It was ecstasy.

His hands grip your hips as yours slide up his chest, to his shoulders, around his neck and into his dirty blonde hair that was now longer, easier to pull. He moans against your lips, spinning you around and letting you fall against the mattress, him going to pull his shirt off but you stop him.

“No. You better leave that on or so help me god-“

“Okay then” he chuckles, “can I take my shorts off or do I have to leave those on too?”

“Off, smart ass” you roll your eyes as you reach for his shorts, unbuttoning them and shoving them down his legs.

“These too?” He asks smugly, snapping the band of his boxer briefs against this skin.

“Joseph, I swear to god-“

“Okay, I’m done” he laughs, leaning down to reattach his lips to yours.

He quickly rids himself of his underwear, also quickly pulling your shorts and your blue bikini bottoms down all in one go and throwing them on the floor. He reaches behind your neck, his fingers sending chills down your spine as he pulls one the strings to your top loose, causing the tie to come undone.

He kisses down your neck, latching onto the place under your ear that makes you weak. He’s careful to not leave a mark, knowing you’d have his ass for having to walk back out to his teammates and their girls with a bright purple and red mark on your neck.

He makes his way down the column of your neck, you becoming a moaning mess, wanting him to be inside you already. He eventually arrives to your chest where he grabs onto the cloth of your matching blue bikini top with his teeth and pulling it down to expose your “perfect” breasts; his words.

“I’m obsessed with you” he says lowly, looking up at you through those blonde lashes and instantly latches onto your right nipple.

“Mmm” you moan, holding onto the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair as he swirls his incredible tongue around the bud.

He knew the other one was getting jealous so he moved over to your left breast, giving it the same amount of attention as the right. Joe was neither a boob or a butt guy; he was both. If he had to choose between your boobs or your butt, he would surely die.

Joe pulls away from your chest and looks into your eyes. He takes his index and middle finger and brings it to his mouth, licking them and bring them down to your core. You gasp as they brush your clit, him slowly circling it just to get you more worked up than you already were.

He drags them down to your entrance, teasing you as he feels the mess you’ve already made of yourself.

“Just wanted to make sure you were ready for me” he smirks.

“Always ready for you” you whine as he pulls his fingers away and brings them back up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them.

“I know” he smiles.

He spits into his hand and brings it down to his dick who was also always ready for you.

You reach down and wrap your hand around him, slowly pumping him.

“O-oh shit” he groans, dropping his head to your shoulder.

You pick up the pace, a bead of precum appearing on his tip, he was starting to become a moaning mess. You take your thumb and slide it over his tip and let go of him to bring your thumb to your mouth. Slipping it into your mouth, you swirl around it, tasting him to which he watches you intently.

“I need to feel you, now” he says, his voice low and raspy. He lines himself up with your entrance before slowly, almost painfully pushing himself in.

“God” you moan out, your breath hitching in your throat as he hit your cervix. You’ll never get used to him, it’s always a pleasant surprise.

“You feel insane, baby” he groans, his head dipping down to your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Your hands still in his hair, obsessed with gripping onto and pulling on his now longer blonde curls.

He pulls out and pushes all the way back in again, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Joe starts to pick up the pace, the sound of skin smacking skin making the experience oh-so-much better and intense.

“Look at me” he breathes out, his face hovering over yours, that chain gently hitting your chin as he continues to thrust into you. Oh, that could make you come undone right then and there. God bless that freaking chain.

“You are so pretty, Jesus-“ he hisses, starting to fully pound into you, repeatedly hitting that soft spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back once again.

“Joe, I’m gonna-“ your eyes screwing shut as your hands go under the back of his shirt, gripping onto his muscular back.

“Let go, baby, let go” he grunts, his dick spasming against your walls as they clinch around him. He brings his lips back down to yours as you come undone, whimpering into his mouth as he continues to thrust into you, the oversensitivity starting to kick in.

With a couple more sporadic thrusts, moaning your name against your lips, he lets go, coating your walls.

He pulls out of you gently, both of you whimpering at the sensitive feeling. He lies down next to you, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“So the unbuttoned shirt is officially approved?” Joe asks, looking over at you and you giggle.

“10 stamps of approval” you smile at him and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cool” he smiles back at you before leaning over to you and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“We should probably go back out there before they start to get suspicious” Joe sits up and pulls his underwear and shorts up his long legs and sets your bikini bottoms and shorts on the bed next to you.

“Joe, they’re not stupid, they know damn well what we came in here to do” you scoff and he laughs.

“Well, I’m going to blame it on you if they ask” He helps you stand up.

“Go right ahead and see what happens, you jerk” you narrow your eyes at him as you tie your bikini top strings back.

“Go pee. You can threaten me later, pretty girl” he winks and gives your ass a healthy smack as you make your way to the bathroom.

“It’s not threatening, it’s promising, JB” you tell him, patting his chest.

“Also,” you stop in the doorway, “you should wear that all of the time”

You smirk at him as he smiles at you.

“Oh I will wear it everyday if I get the exact same reaction I did today” he nods.

“Good” you wink and shut the door behind you.

After getting yourself cleaned up and fixing your sex hair, you walk back outside to where Joe was already sitting with the guys, chatting away.

You walk over to Joe and sit yourself on his thick thighs, your favorite seat to sit on, other than his face. Joe presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, once again, sending a chill down your back. You shoot him a loaded look over your shoulder and he smiles up at you, those blue eyes glistening behind his sunglasses.

“Love you” he mouths to you and you blush.

“Love you” you mouth back and turn your attention back to the guys.

One of these days, he will be the death you. But hey, that would be a great way to go out.

#joe burrow #smut #football smut #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow smut #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #nfl #nfl football

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 8th. Threesome. "Share And Share Alike." Charles Lee Ray X Tiffany Ray Valentine X AFAB! Reader.

SO! I know this is two days late but fuck it, I had some IRL shit going on pertaining to my current shitty job not giving a single fuck about my personal safety, so shit got nuts. On we go with Kinky December 's do over. Anyway, so this is the first thing I wrote with both Chuck and Tiff a while before I even started Through The Heart Is The Only Way, it was fun coming back to it and fixing it up! I hope you all enjoy it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.4K (Old Length.3.1K) Warnings: Public Sex. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Blood. Violence. Murder. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Dirty Talk. Teasing. Rough Oral Sex. Blow Job. Vaginal Sex. Strap-On Sex. Sex Toys. Threesome. Smoking. Chucky Is A Bastard, Tiff Is An Angel, What Else Is New? 

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How the three of you met was quite unusual. It was most assuredly not a traditional meet-cute that lead you to getting to know them.

You were working late one night which was strange enough as it was, you normally are not one to do the closing shift, it was a long and hard day, retail work was so damn tedious and tiring. You were almost out of here though, about to pack up and leave, the mall you worked at was almost totally empty by this point, the cleaning tonight ran long after your hectic day. Cleaning like this was not even a usual task, but the dedicated cleaner called out sick, so you had to step up. You were just returning something to the back and grabbing your shit, you would be out of here. No one else was around, or so you thought. 

You were walking across the tiled floor, the back of the house finally in sight, and you started to lose your footing, something wet underneath your shoes making you slip, your arms flying out, steadying yourself quickly, you managed to avoid falling, a close call.  You breathed a sigh of relief at your near miss and looked down to see-

Blood.

Your mouth feels dry, your brows furrow, and you are shocked. It was unmistakable. Thick and syrupy and deep red, near black, the smell of iron hits as you looked around and could hear something, you weren’t actually as alone as you initially thought. You swallowed thickly, and your eyes flicked to the door nearby. 

You could leave. 

Just run and go home and forget you ever saw this-

Eyes back down and you cursed under your breath. Your shoes were in the blood, you’d track footprints, how would you explain yourself? A deep breath as you thought for a moment. 

And then you decided to say fuck it and see if you could find the source. Not the smartest of ideas, but you didn’t have many options. The phone was in the backroom, you couldn’t call for help, and you’d try to be quiet. You proceeded forward carefully and quietly until you found just what you were looking for-but not what you expected to see at all.

There was a body, the source of the blood, yes, but there was something that was much more eye-catching in this aisle. Seems whoever did this wasn’t alone. Now, on an average day? You laying your eyes on this couple would have made you stare but catching them like this? You stopped dead and couldn’t move, transfixed by this couple a few feet away, thus far unaware of your presence. 

They were both a little bloody and, as it seems, currently having what looks to be very passionate and intense sex against the shelves in this aisle, mere feet away from this poor victim. 

The woman of the couple was fucking gorgeous, blond hair and dark lipstick and killer make up, dark clothes with a gothic kind of vibe with undeniable style, skirt hiked up and a heel on one of the lower shelves. She had her hands on the man, one fisted in his long red hair and the other gripping the back of his jacket, fuck, even her manicure looked perfect. And while she was something to marvel at, you were still drawn to the man currently drawing those sounds from her, hushed, but you could still hear them in the deathly quiet store. 

One hand under her thigh, holding her leg up, the other one of the shelves near her head, what you figured was the murder weapon, a bloody knife still clenched in his fist as he fucked into her. He was still mostly dressed, pants barely pulled down enough to get inside of her, his jacket still on, obviously both needing each other right then, and you were unbelievably into the sight of them together. 

Her head lolled back, the most delicious sounding moan crossing her lips as her head now rested against one of the shelves and her eyes that were previously closed open, and she caught sight of you. You should have hid a little better. The two of you made eye contact, and you contemplated running, she tugged on the sleeve of his jacket and said, “Chucky-we aren’t alone.”

Fucking God above, her voice.

The man, Chucky apparently, stilled and looked over his shoulder at you, he seemed none too pleased about being interrupted like this if that intense look was anything to go by, could you recall a time you saw eyes more blue than his? Okay, shit, what was wrong with you right now? He looked about ready to pounce and kill you for disturbing this and for catching them post murder and mid-fuck, and you were over here thinking about how fucking good they both looked. 

“Seems like we ain’t.” his voice too, yeah, you were in deep trouble.

You were frozen in place still, your mind was racing however, you noticed he clenched that knife tighter, and that beautiful blonde woman looked almost excited and urged him on, “Do it.”

You knew it was do-or-die time, you said quickly, before he could make a move,“I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone!”

A scoff and stifled laughter, your heart is hammering as he rolled his eyes, and she covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed, he spoke first, “Oh never heard that one before right, Tiff?”

That wasn’t a good sign. They were both using their names in front of you, uncensored, obviously unconcerned about you identifying them, their intention to kill you is crystal clear. 

“Oh yeah, never, ever heard that one. Real original.” He said is so sarcastically as her laughter was dying off. You need to implore them, appeal to their humanity if you have any hope of getting out of this. Yet to this day you still weren’t 100% sure where this next part came from, but you said,“I can help cover this up! I’ll help, so if I talk I’ll be in just as much trouble.”

You said it with such conviction. They shared a look, confused, clearly. She spoke first, this time looking back over to you, “Now that’s one I haven’t heard before.”

“Yeah. Now, why would you want to do somethin’ like that?”

It took a lot of guts to be honest, you weren’t sure what was making you feel so bold, you so weren’t normally like this. I mean, who does this? Stumbling upon a couple who just killed someone and instead of any normal reaction, fear or just anything, you were turned on. 

Fuck it. You might die tonight, why not lay it all out there? You had nothing to lose.

“Because I…I want in on this-” You gestured vaguely and cleared your throat, “You know?”

It took a moment for the realization to hit, but yeah, they both knew. He smirked and said, “No, I don’t think I know. Why don’t you tell us?”

Fuck. 

They made you spell it out. 

It’s hard, but you do as they wanted, you tell them in a rush, “This, I want to be with you…Both of you, I-I want it so badly that I’ll help you cover this up, just let me prove myself, prove I’m worth your time and the trouble.”

Oh, they liked you.

Just from that they liked you, but when they had you between them, cemented it. The way you gasped when Tiffany fingered you and the way you trembled and moaned when Chucky had you bent over and gripping one of the shelves still standing in the pool of blood they had spilled was something special. You were hot and fun, and took direction well too. 

Disposing a body with three was also easier than when it’s just them. They kept seeing you, and you just kinda slipped into it, they were already together, and you ended up becoming their third. 

They filled you in on what happened that night after the fact, some asshole that they had almost taken out, but he managed to run off, he took off into the backdoor of your store, and they had caught him and killed him right there. You realized your co-worker had left the backdoor open earlier when they took the garbage out which gave the two their way in, you normally scolded said co-worker for such carelessness, but now you were thankful they fucked up that night, or you might have never met them. 

So that was how you met. 

You had been seeing them for months now, you had essentially moved in. Holidays fast approaching, they had been out earlier doing some shopping, you had been as well, fussing trying to figure out what would be the best to get for them but coming up empty thus far. You had got home before them, had started making dinner when they both came in, you heard bags dropped near the door. You had come out of the kitchen to greet them and noticed the pair of them are a little dishevelled, if it was someone else, someone who was not you, who wasn’t used to looking for those signs they might have missed it. 

But not you.

You noticed the smudged flecks of blood and the tension, the overall energy, it was always like this when they came home after another kill. It reminded you of how you met. And the other nights they came home after that kind of thing, it made you squirm.

“Hey sweet thing.”

You loved how she said that when Tiffany greeted you walked over to you first, heels clicking on hardwood and her hands on your face, her gloves felt soft and cold as she kissed you. Your hands reaching out and gripped her coat as you tilted up more into the kiss, fuck, it felt good. She pulled away, hands still on your face, and you were looking into her eyes and she asked, “How was your day?”

“Good.” You responded with a soft smile before asking,“Yours?”

“Wonderful. Better to be home.” She was always so sweet to you, so caring, your gaze broke away, and you saw Chucky there taking his scarf and jacket off and hanging them up. From the body language you could tell just where this was going, you looked back to Tiffany, and she said, “Go to the bedroom, we’ll be in a minute. Okay?”

You didn’t need to be told twice. A quick nod and her hands left you as you scurried off to the bedroom. 

Sitting on the bed, waiting like this. It always got to you. It was always intense when they came home after a kill. You didn’t like knowing all the details, but you couldn’t help being curious about it, if you asked they would tell you, but you didn’t always ask. 

Curiosity got the better of you tonight. 

Soon you were pressed between the two of them, not in a dissimilar fashion to how you were that first night and so many others afterwards. Tiffany was behind you, leaning against the headboard, her fingertips tracing lightly over exposed skin, and you had your back to her chest as your pants were being pulled off by Chucky. You could go on and on about Tiffany’s beauty, but there was something about him that couldn’t be ignored either. Something about the look in his eyes or how he spoke to you, his hair, maybe it was all of it that made him so attractive to you? A deep breath from you before you asked quietly, “How’d it go this time?”

You knew they hadn’t planned on doing anything like that when they went out today, but sometimes things just happened, it was supposed to just be shopping, not slashing more than just prices. They loved to tell you, Chucky in particular liked it, he liked it best when you asked during these times, clothes being stripped away as they touched you. He liked how much you squirmed, almost ashamed by how much you wanted to hear about it while they did this. 

Holiday shopping could always get crazy, some asshole pissed Chuck off, not like that was hard to do, and it was easy enough to get him into an alley and of course he had his knife on him and that was that. You had been stripped by this point, re-positioned, on your knees, Tiffany still leaning into your back, whispering in your ear as her hand was between your legs, touching you softly, fingers stroking through your folds, “Always get so wet when we tell you about it.”

“Mmm they must really like it.” Chucky mused.

They both liked to tease you about how into this you were and that always made it worse, made you want to hide your face and your head dipped down and Chucky didn’t like that. Grabbed by your hair, head forced back up making you look at him in the eyes and he asked, “Do you like it?”

Tiffany stopped touching you causing you to whine, she kissed your temple and she said low, “C’mon, if you want more, you gotta answer him.”

You squirmed and Tiffany slipped her other hand around to palm one of your breasts as encouragement, you forced it out, saying, “Yes I-I like it.”

That was what he wanted to hear, it made him smirk, so smug and self-satisfied, he kept gripping your hair as he pulled you down, you had one hand around him, had been stroking him while they had told you about it, and now he wanted more. You wanted to give and give as much as they gave to you, your mouth opening and tongue running over the head of his cock as you kept looking up at him, and Tiffany resumed touching you. Once you slipped his head past your lips he sucked a harsh inhale through his teeth and as Tiffany’s skilled fingers circled your clit you moaned against him and fuck, it all just felt right. 

Being shared by them was fucking amazing. You loved the dynamic of it all. Particularly for moments like this. 

You had been going at your own pace but good ol’ Chuck had gotten tired of that, pulling you towards him with his hand still on your head and his hips thrusting forward into your mouth, being rough and taking his pleasure how he wanted it from you, Tiffany touching you and being so sweet and soft, encouraging. “You take it so well, sweetheart, look at you.”

One hand stroking down your back gently as she had two fingers fucking in and out of you, one particularly hard thrust into your mouth made you gag a little and that made Tiff click her tongue disapprovingly and speak up, “Why are you always so rough with them?”

A laugh from him, another thrust, harder, another gag from you and he responded, “What? They like it! Don’tcha?”

A hard pull on your hair, another thrust that made your eyes roll back, and you clenched down on Tiffany’s fingers with a nod. You did love it, adored the dichotomy of the two of them being with you at once, “See?”

The look on his face, once again, smug as hell, a shit eating grin, he knew the effect he could have on you, how much him being so hard on you while Tiffany showed you such softness and affection, got to you. He could feel it in every look and action, every single touch and movement.

You swear you could feel Tiffany roll her eyes behind you, her thumb rubbed over your clit as her fingers curled inside of you, making you whine all over again as she said, “Asshole.”

You weren’t sure why, but you loved how they talked to each other, the light kind of teasing they did, banter and name-calling, sometimes a little too harsh, yet you could tell the undeniable love under the surface. 

Such a mess by this point, drool running down your chin from the throat fucking, hair messier from how Chucky had been holding it, deep purple lipstick marks left over your skin from Tiffany kissing you. There was mess on your thighs, shaking, already very needy.

“She ready?”

You were. She asked, “Mmm you want it sweetie?” You nodded once, mouth still stuffed full of cock, and that is how you ended up now. 

This right here was one of your favourites. On your hands and knees, getting fucked, strong hands on your hips, pulling you back onto him as your face was buried between your girlfriend’s thighs. Tiffany loved how hard you tried, it was difficult to maintain a good rhythm when you were being split open on his cock like this, but you were getting better and better at it. How you moaned against her dripping pussy was hot as Hell for her, not to mention how fun it was to watch you struggle to continue to please her, your tongue slipping up through her folds and over her twitching clit.

I mean, it was easy to see why you loved it so much, she tasted amazing and every sigh and moan you could pull from her sounded nothing short of divine. Tiffany was insanely talented with her own mouth and fingers, you only hoped you could give back half of what she did to you.

It was impossible to get over how lucky you felt, how spoiled you were, you had every single thing you could ever want. You were truly endlessly grateful. 

“Look so fuckin’ good.” Of course Chucky wasn’t going to complain about the view, his two favourite people in his life, spread in front of them, buried to the hilt in you as your hands were on Tiffany’s outer thighs as you shivered and moaned and ate her out. 

“Mmmf the best.” Tiffany confirmed, her praise meant the world to you, looking up to her, tongue running over her clit again with another moan, and it was so arousing to you that you clenched down again drawing a moan from the man behind you. 

It always seemed to work out like that, it was easy for the three of you, all feeding off of each other, it often happened, someone doing something to someone else and the reaction it pulled adding to it, making it hotter, made it feel better. And so it went. 

It usually played out like this, Chucky would love to have you first, make you a mess, almost forcing you to cum for him, pulling you over that edge like it was some kind of race. You would be left sore and well stretched, he was rough as always, and after he had cum inside you, he would watch as Tiffany had you. He would relax totally amused, cigarette in hand as Tiffany would play with you, much softer and sweeter, she wouldn’t be rough as you helped prep the strap-on, not like it needed much when your pussy was stuffed with cum. 

“Such a good mouth.” She praised, and she would gently pull you away, your mouth sliding off of the strap-on with a wet and audible pop, and she would lie you down and kiss you so sweetly as she lined up and filled you. 

Your thighs on either side of her hips as she was on top of you, and she would make you cum too of course, the build slow and gentle and damn intense in a different kind of way, and she’d be praising you all along the way.

Or it would be that way until Chucky had enough of just watching and got his hands into the toy box. Having her fuck you while he would use a vibrator on you was nearly too much to handle and they both knew it, the way you would squirm and twitch was too good to pass up, and the way it would make Tiffany lose control just a little bit and get a tad rougher was more than welcome. 

You knew the dinner preparations you had started earlier would be no good, there was no way they were close to done with you. You could always order in later, you supposed. 

It was truly a blessing and a curse having two partners, it usually meant no rest for you, one could take it easy until the other was ready for more, not to mention when they were both using you at once. 

Both of them had such presence and had such strong personalities, they seemed to fight often but again when it came to you? 

Sharing came easy.

#Charles Lee Ray x reader #Tiffany Ray Valentine x reader #poly!Chiffany x reader #BHF writing #Slasher x reader #Do-Over-Decemeber.

[fenixfoxtrot510]

Bless the Hiring and PR Managers of both Heroes and Villains.

-Villain's Lair-

"Trash man, was it? We're sorry but we don't have any positions open suited to your.... unique expertise.... The heros are hiring new side kicks though. You can try them."

"BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE A STINKIN HERO! I WANT TO RAIN GARBAGE AND DESTRUCTION DOWN UPON EVERYONE!"

"DON'T YOU DARE THROW THAT TRASHCAN AT ME!"

"SOON EVERYONE WILL FEEL MY WRATH!!"

"SECURITY!!!"

-Down The Hall-

"I'm sorry? You destroyed WHAT!!!"

"I accidentally destroyed a park with my death ray."

"FOR FUCKS SAKE MAN!!!"

"It was an accident!!"

"Like the nursing home was?!"

"I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A NURSING HOME THERE!"

"THIS IS WHY YOU LOOK AT THE FUCKING MARKED GOOGLE MAP THAT YOUR P.A. PRINTS OUT AND GIVES YOU EVERYTIME YOU PLOT, INSTEAD OF JUST LOOKING AT THE MAP ON YOUR PHONE! THEY MARK THAT SHIT SO YOU CAN AVOID IT!! MOTHER OF FUCK!!!"

-Hero's Sanctum-

"And you are applying for a sidekick position?"

"Yes!"

"And you control deadly snakes?"

"Yes ma'am! Though they aren't real snakes! That'd be animal endangerment! They're made with magic!"

"Have you thought about being a protégé for a villain at all?"

"No? Why would I?"

"It's just.... With your skill set, it'd be very difficult to break into the world of heroics. Now, I'm not saying you can never be a hero. Just that people with your kind of powers usually have an easier time if they start out as villains with a heart of gold then later transition into being a hero after a redemption arc where you win the friendship of other heros by helping them save the world."

"That all seems very convoluted and complicated."

"Oh it is but it will get you in the heroics business after 1 or 2 seasons guaranteed. Where as trying to start in heroics will only scare the public into hating you and they will drive you to the side of evil with the only out being redemption through death."

".... I guess I'll think about it. Maybe take your suggestion. I got to talk with my mom first and see what she thinks. I do really want to be a hero though!"

"Then I hope to see you again in a year or two! Here's a card for a reputable villain that most starting heros work with. That way you can make friends with other new heros your age and fit in faster as opposed to trying to establish yourself with an older group of heroes that would only treat you like a kid forever."

"Thank you!"

-Down the Hall-

"YOU LET HIM DESTROY A PARK?!"

"I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THERE WHEN I DODGED THE DEATH RAY!!"

"OH THAT IS FUCKING IT!! THE NURSING HOME WAS ONE THING! WHAT WITH IT'S ASBESTOS AND LEAD THAT CITY HALL KNEW AND DID NOTHING ABOUT!! BUT WE ARE ABSOLUTELY GETTING YOU AN APPOINTMENT TO AN EYE DOCTOR AFTER I FINISH DEALING WITH THIS!!!"

"BUT I LOOK TERRIBLE IN GLASSES!!"

"TOO BAD!!!!"

#heros and villains #my writing

[yerrenica]

Jaha Lee x Reader: Early Morning

Summary (not really): You give Jaha a blowjob, because I cannot stop thinking about this. Pairing: Jaha Lee/Yi Zaha x female reader WC: 1.4.k Warnings/Tags: Slight praise, oral sex, public sex. Rating: 18+, but I won’t snitch.

You hummed at the steady patter of rain upon the windows, droplets yet to scatter the nascent rays of rising sun. You sat in the dining area of the Low Down, alone. It was still early morning, so no one was around. You sipped your tea, waiting for someone to come in and brighten your day.

Soon enough, Jaha rounded the corner, you wondered why-ever he had gotten out of bed. His facial expression was cadaver-like, not just sagged but lacking its usual liveliness completely, as if he had left his spirit snuggling under the duvet. His eyelids drooped and there was a slight lolling to his head, drunk with fatigue after a session of night-time torture no doubt. But why not just lie in? Even his feet barely skimmed the wooden floors and altogether his limbs bore the appearance of being too heavy for him, like he was personally struggling against far more gravity than everyone else.

“Jaha? Why are you up so early?” You inquired.

Jaha sat down next to you, letting out a yawn. “Felt like it.”

You scoffed at his obvious lie. “Sure. That’s why you look like you’re about to fall asleep.”

Jaha rested his head on the heel of his palm, trying to keep himself awake. “There’s lots to do today...”

“You can still sleep in... I’ll wake you up once everyone’s out of bed.”

“You’re out of bed. That’s enough for me.”

This man was being so unnecessarily difficult. You have no idea why you had to fall in love with someone who was more obstinate than you are. You clicked your tongue. “You’re stubborn.”

“That’s what people say when you don’t do what they want.” He murmured under his breath. He was so close to falling asleep.

You placed your cup down on the table, and stood up. You paced over to Jaha, who only half-opened his eyes to look at you, who was now standing in front of him.

“I’ll wake you up then.” You huffed, biting your lip. You pulled his chair back a little, separating him from the table. He didn’t mind this, his eyes only looking at you for a split second before his focus was back on his drowsiness. Gosaeng Dok wasn’t kidding when he said that Jaha spent all night torturing Cheong Hoyeon, but you didn’t expect your lover—your very vigorous lover to tire himself out this much. You dropped to your knees, crawling under the table, smiling at the idea that came to mind.

"[Y/N]?”

You flinched at the mention of your name, eyes looking up at him. You wore a small smile, trying to seem innocent.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his eyes still barely open as he gazed down at you. You didn’t answer him, simply smiling, scooting your body closer to fill in the gap. You could hear him groan when you palmed his groin. You waited for any sign of protest, deciding you wouldn’t go through unless he wanted it. After all, you were really mostly doing this to energize him a bit. After a moment passed by of silence, you pulled his pants down a bit, Jaha obliging. The fact that he was acknowledging that you were preparing to suck his dick, in a public area, but didn’t say anything in protest was almost funny to you.

But, you supposed it made sense. He was the Master of the Low Down. No one would really say anything if they saw this... Hopefully no one will see this though.

You pulled his underwear down, his already semi-hard cock springing free from his boxers. You’d barely touched him and he was already hard for you. Being the cheeky little shit you were, you licked up his shaft, taking his cock into your hand. He swore under his breath, encouraging you to continue what you were doing. You took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the slit.

“F-Fuck, that’s so good.” He whispered, straightening his back a little. It seemed like your little energizing technique was beginning to work.

The same lopsided grin you wore on your face continued its stay as you took his entire length into your mouth, bobbing your head to take him further in. You hollow your cheeks, swallowing around his thick cock. Jaha had the best cock you’d ever seen. He was pretty big but still managed to stay clean despite how fast his hair grew. You pulled away, giving his pink tip a kiss before pulling your hanfu down a bit. Your exposed nipples hardened as they met with the cold air. Finally, Jaha’s eyes were fully open as he focused on you, eyes glistening at the sight beneath him.

"This is your idea of waking someone up?” He asked with genuine curiosity. Of course, you weren’t doing this just to wake him up. You were pent up. You knew it too, but shrugged your shoulders. It would sound incredibly petty if you told him you were upset that he wasn’t fucking you enough.

Jaha merely squinted his eyes, all suspicion leaving when you connected your lips with his pretty tip again. He sucked in a deep breath, lacing his fingers with your hair carefully, not intending on hurting you. Jaha was always really gentle with you. Even those days you asked for him to choke you, he would barely give in, although... it would be a lie to say that he didn’t enjoy being rough with you. He was simply afraid of not managing to control his strength.

“Your cock is already awake.” You muttered, stroking him with the saliva you’d left on his shaft. He shuddered, moaning quietly.

“It’s so fuckin’ big and pretty, Jaha. I can barely fit it in my mouth,” You moaned out. Jaha was rock hard at this point, precum dripping from his slit as you licked it up, groaning from the bittersweet taste of his semen. He was still managing to control his breathing at that moment, but barely. You went further down, the tip of his cock reaching your throat. You choked, tears spilling from your eyes, but you stayed in that position, feeling your own warmth pool in your panties, your slick almost dripping down your legs from how much this turned you on. You wanted to slip a finger in, and rub at your swollen clit, but you didn’t, not allowing yourself the pleasure of touching yourself. You wanted to cum just from sucking his cock alone.

He grunted, thrusting his hips up to meet the movement of your neck, fucking your throat while saliva trailed down your lips, and fell on your neck. At that point, he’d completely deserted any thoughts of sleep he was having, staring into your eyes while he facefucked you.

“Fuck, such a good little girl. Taking my cock like that.” More tears spilled from your eyes while you moaned around his cock, playing with your nipples while he had his way with your throat. He’d completely be rid of his respectful act, doing every single thing he wanted to do to your body, fucking your throat that was for him and him only. You rubbed your legs together to find some type of friction, moaning as your slick covered your hanfu as well.

“You’re actually getting off to this, [Y/N]?”

You nodded at his question, only making him groan more.

“Good little thing. Always ready for me, aren’t you?” He moaned, throwing his head back, allowing you to take control again. You couldn’t say you didn’t like it when he was rough with you, disregarding your feelings and emotions and just ravishing you for all that you were worth. 

You sucked down his shaft, your tongue swirling over his tip again while he moaned your name, shooting his load down your throat. You coughed, choking on the sudden liquid. Some of it fell onto the floor, but you still swallowed most of his load. You were both a mess, neither of you able to breathe for a while.

“Was I too rough?” He asked, frowning.

You shook your head, gazing into his eyes. “No, no... Not at all.” Your voice was raspy, dull pain in your throat. He was rough, very rough, but you had no problem with that. You loved it. You always did.

You crawled from under the table, and he quickly pulled you onto his lap. You felt his cock touching your thigh from underneath your hanfu.

“Did my naughty girl have fun?” He asked, and you nodded, yawning after.

“Ah, ah, ah, you went out of your way to keep me awake, so now I won’t let you rest until I’ve had my way with you.”

#jaha lee #jahalee #return of the mad demon #returnofthemaddemon #return of the crazy demon #yizaha #yi zaha #webtoon

[lamoabss]

Steve Harrington in the summer is such a sight to behold. Scratch that. Steve Harrington in the summer is something that should be illegal. It should be a felony for the way the man has such a god-like aura around him when the heat strikes. While others are dying from the scorching rays of the Indiana sun, Steve Harrington is simply in his element.

Just look at a hypothetical with me, trust me.

Firstly, he’s always shirtless in the summer. It’s just a thing- not really too shocking. His skin is tinted with a slight tan, still covered in the endless dots and specks of freckles and moles. See, in the summer, Steve doesn’t burn. It should be unfair, but the sight is so incredibly gorgeous that one cant even be mad (except for Robin, who burns to a crisp with not even a second of sun exposure).

He also wears whatever old basketball shorts he could find in his within his drawer. Yeah, you know the ones that could be considered a public indecency? Those ones.

It’s also no surprise that he’s fairly in-shape too. From endless swim practices in high school, to the built up endurance from surviving the past years of Upside Down shit, it’s safe to say that he’s pretty built. This of course, makes him appear as some sort of fucking demi-god that just flew down from the goddamn sky.

But what really tops this whole Steve “the summertime God” look is the hair. Yes, we know that Steve is known for his infamous hair, but quite frankly summertime Steve hair doesn’t compare to anything else. To preface, when dear old Steve was a young child, he was blonde. Absolutely insane to comprehend at times, but also? maybe not. As he grew up though, his hair soon became darker, to some sort of hazelnut color. Which, if we’re being honest, fits him quite well. But, that’s what makes the summertime so special. Over the course of the year we always see him with the same luscious brown locks that never fail to make the teenagers of Hawkins stare in awe. But then, in the summer, it’s like a layer of hazelnut has been stripped from the color of Steve’s hair. It’s like the sun grants him with streaks of gold throughout his head of hair. Like the sun fucking knows he’s the king, and gives him the gold of which a crown would look like. Its pretty safe to say that in the summer, Steve has the most insanely beautiful blonde highlights.

Steve isn’t a stranger to the way his hair color changes slightly within the hotter months. It’s just that he never really cared too much about it? Or maybe he did. What’s clear though, is that whenever the summer rolls around, the kids always make fun of him for his “blonde bimbo hair” as they so graciously put it.

However, something different happens this summer.

It’s the summer after Vecna (or “AV” as Dustin likes to put it), and the whole party is over at Steve’s house enjoying the enormous pool on a hot summer’s day in Hawkins. There’s laughter and bickering, all wonderful noises to behold within the Harrington residence.

Enter Steve Harrington. He’s watching his kids swim around on this incredibly scorching day. Observing their happiness, he can’t quite help but smile at the family he has now acquired. But then, the kids all spot him, and what once was a feeling of fondness soon turned into something along the lines of annoyance and dread.

“Nice hair Steve,” yells Dustin from across the pool.

“Yeah, really like the new highlights you added in this time” said Max as she patted at her own hair, mocking a hairdresser or something along those lines.

Steve just scoffs at them.

“Aw c’mon Steve, don’t be mad,” whined Lucas, now in on the teasing too.

“At least you know you have the most prettiest hair here,” said Mike while batting his eyelashes.

They all snickered.

“Hey, d’someone say something about prettiest hair?” Said a voice coming from the slide door of the house that led to Steve’s backyard.

“Eddie!!” The party exclaimed.

Out walks Eddie, in his usual tight ripped jeans and t-shirt get up.

“Dude, how are you not like, sweating right now?” Asked Steve, attempting to strike up conversation.

Eddie just shrugged, but before the he could even muster up some sort of answer, his eyes were automatically caught upon the sight before him.

Were there, wait no. Were there blonde streaks in Steve’s hair? No, Eddie had to be hallucinating. Maybe he wasn’t immune to the heat like he originally thought. Steve looked like an absolute vision, and Eddie was not planning on being totally encompassed by the Harrington charm today, so forgive him for not having anything to say in the moment.

“Eddie?” Steve took a step closer, “you okay?”

“M’fine, yeaahhhh yup, never better Harrington,” Eddie shook out of the daze that he originally found himself in.

Steve sighed momentarily, realizing what might have made Eddie so hesitant to respond (or at least that’s what Steve thought).

“It’s the hair, isn’t it?” He asked, feeling like he lost yet again, another person to the party’s teasing antics.

“Hmm?” Eddie purposely studied Steve’s hair for good measure before he responded. “Oh the hair!” he attempted a chuckle, “No no Stevie, the hair is- it just looks like the sun bent down from the sky and kissed your pretty little ‘noggin.”

The party stopped their small chatter as soon as Eddie finished his sentence.

“Wait, Eddie you can’t be serious, you actually like his hair?” Said Max, interrupting the brief silence.

Steve froze. Shit, this is where it begins. He held his breath.

“Well, I mean yeah. It looks like sunshine.” Eddie said as he ruffled Steve’s hair with his hand.

The party just stared at Eddie.

“You’re so weird,” Max responds, before returning back to normal like nothing happened. The rest of the party follows in suit.

And so, the rest of summer, to everyone’s discretion, Eddie calls Steve sunshine.

(This is a concept inspired from my friend @marvel-ous-m , go check their work out 👀)

#steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #blonde!steve #fanfic #gottem #summertime in hawkins #eddie definitely calls Steve sunshine #I know this sucks #but please enlighten me #mike wheeler #max mayfield #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #pretty boy steve #stranger things season 4

[wardenparker]

You’re So Vain - Chapter 1

Dieter Bravo x female Reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Oscar winning star Dieter Bravo’s reputation is suffering after the debacle of “Cliff Beasts 6″ and “Beasts of the Bubble”, so his management team has signed him on to a publicity stunt to find his soulmate and show the world a softer side of the erratic and unpredictable star. The plan quickly go awry, though, when Dieter’s soulmate wants nothing to do with him. 

Rating: Teen. But this blog is *always* 18+ Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: *Blanket warning for chronic illness, cursing, and deceased family members. This is a Dieter fic, folks, so there absolutely will be discussions of drugs, drug use, and addiction.* Enemies to lovers, family hardships. Summary: Dieter meets with his team about their new strategy to fix his image problem, and you battle your best friend about how to respond to it when the campaign goes live.  Notes: Welcome to the Soulmate Sunday Family to our favourite Trash Can Man, Dieter Bravo! This is my first time writing anything enemies to lovers and Keri and I are having a blast with the secondary characters for this series. Hopefully you guys will enjoy it as much as we are!

Dieter slouches down in the stiff conference room seat, unsure why they couldn't spring for something more comfortable. Fuck knows they charge through the nose for their services so chairs that didn't feel like the pew at St. Mary's when he was six and forced to go to every damn Mass because his abuela was convinced that his soul was damned, wasn't beyond unreasonable in his opinion. Hungover and desperately craving a snort of something, his eyes narrow behind his sunglasses. Ridiculous indoors to some, but he needs them against the bright florescent lights in the conference room. "It wasn't a big deal." He huffs defensively, folding his arms over his chest and looks over at the grim faced, horribly dressed suits that represented his team.

"Maybe not to you." Libby, his manager of twenty years, shifts in her seat and holds her hands in her lap like an unhappy schoolmarm. "But Paramount rescinded your last offer and I had to dig my claws into the Ray-Ban reps to keep them from ditching your endorsement contract." The venti, 3-pump, skim milk, no foam, extra hot chai tea latte in front of her is now cold and that makes her madder than she likes. If she didn't appreciate the huge fucking percentage she gets from being Dieter Bravo's representation, maybe she wouldn't be sitting here pissed off and she could have enjoyed her coffee. Right now, the fact that she cares about him as a human is secondary to making sure his career doesn’t tank. "Dee, I don't think you understand how bad a beating the Bravo brand is taking right now."

"The Bravo brand." He curls his lip always hating the way Libby would say that. Like he was a fucking sneaker or some shit. "I don't understand why this is being blown out of proportion. I did coke. I always do coke. It's not like it's a big fucking secret. I was bored and fucking trapped in that goddamn hotel shooting the movie you—" He points his finger at PR manager Phil, a snarky little shit that reminded him of a weasel. "Told me would be a fucking piece of cake. An 'easy payday' as you put it."

"It would have been if Carol Cobb hadn't tried to incite a rebellion." Phil contends, draining the last sip of his own coffee from a travel mug that was definitely half whiskey.

"Here's the thing." Libby sits forward in her chair again, wishing she had just put her plan into motion before talking to Dieter about it, but the rest of the team had overruled her on that. "Just because coke is a thing that you do does not mean that the rest of the world was going to be okay with it. Or that your fans were going to be okay with it. Now, we are going to have to do a rehab stint. No," she frowns again. "Don't roll your eyes at me, I already called Promises and got you your usual room. But we're going to need more than that this time."

"So what are we talking about?" He asks, looking around the table, very unhappy about the idea of going back to that fucking facility. He didn't give a shit how nice it was, it was all bullshit. "Visiting a few hospitals and kissing sick kids? I'm not a Marvel character." He scoffs. "I would look like shit in spandex."

"We have a very unique endorsement lined up for you," Phil tells him, looking around at the rest of his team. They had gone around and around on this idea for a week before making a move towards it and the fact that it landed well with the company in question was like early fucking Christmas for them. "Mate Marks."

"The soulmate app?" Dieter frowns, looking between the people on the opposite side of the table from him in confusion. "Wha— no." He spits out, shaking his head. "No, nope, not going to happen." He tells them quickly and starts digging into his pockets, looking for the acid that he had misplaced. "I'm not pretending to endorse that bullshit."

"You're not going to pretend anything." Libby tells him flatly. "It's all already set up."

"After this meeting I'm going to release the first social media burst." Phil adds firmly. "Dieter Bravo is looking for his soulmate."

His agent - Malcolm - pulls a press release out of the folder in the middle of the table and smacks it down in front of their client. "When people hear about this there are going to be a lot more Dieter Bravo fans in the world."

"We're launching an international search for your soulmate." Libby goes on. "Mate Marks will weed out the obvious phonies and pass the decent possibilities on to us while you're in rehab. I'm sure it won't take long to find them. By the time you get out, we should have a name and address. We'll take a camera crew to their front door, and you will be charm itself."

"I don't need to find my soulmate." He whines, pouting and nearly stamping his feet like a petulant child. He doesn't want to find his soulmate. Is actually terrified of it, if the truth were to be told. Afraid of rejection, not being good enough. Needy and petulant were not traits someone wanted in a soulmate. "I'll build a hospital in a third world country or whatever."

"The wheels are already in motion, Dee." Of that, Libby made sure. She's known him long enough to know that finding his soulmate isn't on top of his list of life goals, and therefore long enough to care what happens to him. He thinks she's a cold bitch in a business suit and sometimes she can be, but Libby Pryce does give a fuck about her clients. Finding his soulmate will be good for him. As frustrating as he can be, Dieter has bright spots. "Ten days in rehab and your soulmate. That's the price of getting your career back on track."

"There's nothing else I can do?" Dieter demands, looking around to the stone-cold faces of the fucking vultures he pays. Desperately wanting to be thrown a bone.

"Well," Phil shrugs his shoulders. "You could always do the full two weeks for once."

Dieter slouches back again, glowering at all of them and kicking at another chair under the table. "Fuck me." He groans, begrudgingly accepting his fate.

"If you're lucky." Libby agrees brightly, satisfied that he isn't going to fight back too much on this little publicity stunt. He can be stubborn as a mule when he wants to be. "This is going to work, Dee. And who knows? Maybe you'll even like them a little."

"I fucking doubt it." He huffs, wondering how quickly this incident will blow over so he can go back to his life.

"Well, since we've had a chance to touch base on all this." Sliding the press release back into its folder, Libby surveys the team at the table with satisfaction. "Let's get you home so you can pack, okay? We'll have a car bring you to Promises and you can look forward to a little rest and relaxation while we get down to the dirty work of finding your soulmate."

“Right.” Dieter rolls his eyes and pushes himself to his feet, finally finding the pill that he had been looking for and pops it to his mouth. “My soulmate.” He murmurs, wondering what kind of person the universe picked out for him.

******

"And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" and it turned into a ballroom blitz...and the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you it'll turn into a ballroom blitz...ballroom blitz..." Singing along with your After School playlist as you cook dinner in the empty house is fairly par for the course on a weekday. It's your little ritual, enjoyed as an indulgence after you've gotten home from work and before your best friend - and sister-in-law and housemate - returns from picking up her little girl from daycare after her own long workday. Tonight will be a baked chicken and kid-friendly mashed potatoes and zucchini, all things that you have carefully learned to cook to accommodate your niece's copious dietary restrictions. The sound of the front door brings you out of your revelry and you turn down the volume on the speakers in the kitchen. "Steph?" You call your best friend's name as you thoroughly wash your hands in the sink. "How was work?"

Stephanie grunts, dumping her keys and trying to kick off her shoes while she holds the increasingly heavy child in her arm. “Talk about it later.” She calls out, immediately heading up the stairs to bathe Nora where she had had an accident after refusing to wear her pull ups.

"Got it!" You turn to grab the open bottle of wine from the fridge and a glass out of the cupboard, pouring out a glass for Stephanie and topping off your own. Now you're extra glad you picked up some ice cream at the grocery store when you stopped for dinner ingredients on the way home.

There are days Stephanie Valeria swears she would never have survived the last few years without you. You are her best friend, more than that - you are family. Moving in with her when her husband - your brother, Shawn - had succumb to his battle with long Covid, you were the only reason she was barely afloat. Although most months, the medical bills that come in make her soak in the bath and cry after Nora is asleep. “Come on baby girl.” She watches as her daughter holds onto the bar installed in the bathroom to help her from falling as she starts to strip her down. “After we clean you up, we can go see what Aunt Gigi cooked for dinner, okay?”

"'Kay." Nora looks up at her mom with tearful eyes, understanding just enough in her little mind to know that her mother is sad. "I sorry I got messy, Mommy."

“Don’t you worry about that.” Stephanie crouches down and thumbs away the tears in her daughter’s eyes, reminding herself that the young girl couldn’t help her body sometimes doesn’t let her know her needs. She had just wanted to be like the other kids and she wouldn’t shame her for that. “We’ll get everything fixed up like it didn’t happen, okay?”

"'Kay." She nods her little head seriously, being at an age where she tends to take her mother at her word in all things except when extra dessert or watching a movie past bedtime are concerned.

After a quick bath, Stephanie brings her downstairs and walks into the kitchen. “Say hi Aunt Gigi!”

"Hey, there's my girl!" You kneel down and open your arms for a hug when you hear them behind you, guessing that Nora must have had another accident since she's scrubbed clean and in new clothes. The toddler screeches a happy "Gigi!" and comes straight to you, giggling happily when you swing her up in your arms and set her on your hip. "Did you have a good day at daycare today, sweet girl?"

"Uh huh." She nods and gives you a sweet smile before she rocks forward, nearly catapulting herself out of your arms so she can see what you are cooking. Because it's nearly an everyday occurrence, Stephanie doesn't have a heart attack and walks over to the fridge to start pulling out Nora's evening medications to get them ready to take with dinner. "What's dinner?"

“Herb roasted chicken, zucchini, and Nora’s very favorite mashed potatoes.” You smile gratefully when Nora claps at the announcement. Because of how sick she is, sometimes she’s too nauseous or in too much pain to eat and even smelling food can make her cry at those times. Right now, though, she seems to be okay. “And for dessert there’s pound cake and cherry sauce. So we’re definitely gonna eat all our veggies, right sweet girl?”

She pouts but gives you a begrudging nod. She doesn’t love zucchini, but you make it taste almost yummy. Instead, she zeros in on the important thing. “Cake!” She squeals happily.

“That’s my girl.” Carefully setting her down again, you nudge the second glass of wine you poured toward Steph with a tired smile. “And grown-up juice for Mommy and Gigi.”

“When can I have that?” Nora asks, eyeing the liquid that looks like juice.

“Probably never, sweetie,” Steph tells her honestly. “People with the kind of sickness you have can’t drink grown-up juice even when they’re grown-ups.” The list of dietary restrictions for Nora is far longer than the list of what’s good for her, and struggling to make the same bland ingredients taste good in different ways to her four-year-old has been something she has been grateful for your help on. “Remember the word the doctors taught you? Digestion? Grown-up juice is a no-no for digestion.”

“This is bullshit.” Nora huffs under her breath, using her mother’s favorite saying when she isn’t happy with something.

“Nora Skye.” Steph’s eyes narrow at her daughter in that way that looks intimidating, but you can tell she’s trying not to laugh. “What did you just say?”

In the way that young children will do, push boundaries, Nora narrows her eyes back at her mother. “This is bullshit.” She repeats a little louder.

“Alright.” Steph shrugs, crossing her arms at her daughter matter-of-factly. “Little girls who curse don’t get dessert, so I guess no cake for you tonight.”

Nora scrunches her face up in a combination of horror and bewilderment. “You say it.” She accuses plaintively, like that is a good reason that she should be allowed. “All the time, when you look at the ‘fuckin’ bills.”

“That’s three times, Nora Skye.” Steph knows that her daughter knows curse words are bad words, but since she’s self-aware enough to realize that the girl probably wouldn’t be hearing these things if not for her, she just sighs. “No dessert for three days, end of discussion. You know that bad words are for big girls.”

“Not hungry anyway.” The younger girl huffs under her breath, wiggling to get down from your arms with the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

You sigh, leaning back against the stove with a drawn face as Nora runs off to her room as fast as her little legs will carry her. There truly are days when you just don’t know what to say in situations with your niece and being a bystander in this particular moment makes you feel like you’re a shit aunt on top of everything else. “This is why I teach high school.” You murmur softly, shaking your head.

Stephanie scrubs her hand down her face with an exhausted sigh. “Maybe I’m being too hard on her.” She murmurs after a moment. “She’s four, she’s not a teenager.”

“Maybe we just save the swearing until we know she’s gone to bed? She’s getting it from both of us, and the last thing you need is to get a call from her kindergarten teacher next year when she’s moved on to compound swears.” Although the image of a five-year-old saying motherfucker does amuse you more than it should. “How was work?”

Another heavy sigh, and Stephanie pulls the wine glass towards her as if all the answers to her problems can be found in the bottom of the glass. She gulps down a large sip and looks over at you with only a slight amount of panic in her eyes. “They have to cut my hours.” She tells you, biting her lip and taking another large sip of her wine.

“No…” That means your extremely tight budget is about to get tighter, and the stress level in the house is about to go up again. A house that you can’t really afford anymore and a stress level that is already three stories past the roof. “I’m so sorry, honey. Did they give you a reason?”

Her lip trembles as she tries to fight back tears, feeling hopeless once again. “Not enough hours for everyone and I call out a lot.” She closes her eyes, desperately wishing she were stronger, feeling like such a failure in life. “I miss Shawn.” She whispers.

"Steph..." Without hesitation, you set your glass back down on the counter and wrap your friend up in your arms, gently swaying from side to side just like it's Nora against your chest and not her mother. "I miss him, too, honey. Every day." Your brother was always an emotional rock. He had a killer job that he could do from home for half the week, and he had the practical know-how to get things done around the house without having to call a repairman ninety percent of the time.

Shawn and Steph were perfect compliments - a doer and a dreamer who combined forces to make things always feel possible even when they were far-fetched. And Covid had reduced him to a shell of himself before it took him completely. "I'll see if I can find something better than waiting tables for summer work this year. We'll get through it, I promise." Even if you have to take two summer jobs, or god forbid three, you'll do whatever it takes to bring in more money. The school year only has a week left and then you can be working on lesson plans and paperwork any old time of day. You will find a way to help.

"I can't ask you to do that." Steph practically sobs, feeling guilty that she can't do this by herself. The life insurance was quickly eaten up by the medical bills but still didn't put a dent in them, and their savings had dwindled down to nothing while he was battling the virus. "I— I don't know what to do." She confesses softly. "I started looking for another job, but I'm scared to leave. Not have health insurance for Nora - shitty as it is."

"You're not asking me, honey, I'm offering." You just hug her tighter, grabbing a paper towel off the roll on the kitchen counter with one hand and slipping it to her to let her keep crying. "We're family. We take care of each other. End of story."

"I shouldn't have to." She takes the paper towel and wipes her eyes. "I should be able to do this on my own. Shawn trusted me to take care of Nora and myself and I'm - I'm failing."

"Of course Shawn trusts that you'll take care of Nora." The instinct to hold her tighter would probably smother her so you run your thumb soothingly over the peak of her shoulder. "But that also means knowing when to ask for help, Stephy. You're not a failure if you can't do it alone, you're just human." Having moved into the house while your brother was sick, you saw firsthand the way that Steph would look at things as her burden and her burden alone until you just stood in the middle of the mess and forced her to accept your help. "And honey...it's not your fault that Nora is sick. That came from Shawn's and my side of the family, so literally none of this is your fault in any way. We're going to get through this as a family."

"I –" She gives another great, heaving sigh and her shoulders sag under the weight of everything that she is feeling. "Enough with me bringing down the mood." She pulls back and shakes her head as if to shake of the negative feelings. There wasn't a whole hell of a lot that she could do right now anyway.

"Go check on your little sailor and I'll put dinner on the table." You offer, wiping the remnants of tear tracks from her cheeks. "After dinner we can break out Woody, Buzz, and Jessie and watch Toy Story 2?" Nora's current film addiction happened to be a little retro but she's in love with it and it will make it that much better when the Lightyear movie comes out soon.

Steph chuckles and shakes her head. "God save me." She murmurs, reaching out and taking your hand to squeeze gently. "Thank you." She whispers softly.

“Anything for my favorite sister.” You shoot her a wink and a grin as she heads toward the stairs, then start pulling out plates and utensils to set the table. Tomorrow, you decide, you’ll start applying for extra summer work. Whatever it takes.

Stephanie takes the stairs slowly, walking past family photos, Shawn holding Nora with a giant, beaming smile on his face. Running in the yard and chasing after the curly haired girl, both of them laughing and Nora seemingly carefree. Her issues hadn't made themselves known yet, leaving 2020 to dump all the nightmares onto her family in one swoop. Coming up on her daughter's door, she hears the soft hiccups, indicating that she had been crying. Understanding the feeling completely, she knocks so she doesn't startle her and pushes the door open. "Hey sweetheart." She calls softly, seeing her sitting on her little bed and holding her doll in her arms, the last one that her father had given her. Again, making another pang of guilt flood Stephanie. "Are you ready to talk?"

“I’m s-sorry I said bad words, Mommy.” Nora hiccups, kicking her little socked feet on the edge of her bed and looking down at the doll in her lap. While she knows she did something wrong she doesn’t really understand what’s so bad about some silly words. But it still made her mother upset.

"I know." Softening, she walks over and sits down on the bed, wrapping her arm around her daughter and pressing a kiss to her braided hair. "I know we've talked about bad words before, but I know that it's not fair that I say them when I'm frustrated." It’s true, she had gotten bad about hissing the curses under her breath and obviously Nora was picking up that habit. "How about we both promise really hard not to say them, okay?"

“Does Auntie Gigi get to say them?” She asks, sniffling into her mother’s embrace but trying hard to understand the rules.

"Aunt Gigi is going to try hard not to say them too." Steph promises, smiling at how much she loves her Aunt Gigi and wants to be like her. Thank god for you and that silly, sweet nickname you had come up with. Her own mom wanted to be called Gigi. Had cooed and clapped when her only child had announced she was pregnant with her first child. Only to be taken from this earth before she ever got to meet Nora. Six months pregnant and just really starting to show beyond the 'have you gained weight?' comments, you had saved Steph's sanity at the funeral, blurting out that you were going to do double duty. You were going to be Nora's aunt and her Gigi, thus Aunt Gigi was born.

“No more bad words at all.” Nora seems to at least be able to get behind a family effort and she nods in her mother’s arms. “I sorry,” she repeats sadly, not liking when her mom or Gigi is upset.

"It's okay baby." Another kiss to her head, a soft, soothing hand that strokes her gently. "I think I was a little too harsh on your punishment." Stephanie has such a hard time taking away desserts from Nora, especially ones that she can eat, during times when she can eat. "How about instead no dessert, we go to bed thirty minutes early tonight?" She offers. "Ten minutes for every bad word?" It's fair, and still reinforces that there are consequences for bad behavior.

“‘Kay.” Though the prospect of still being punished doesn’t sound like fun, Nora perks up at getting cake back. However, one very important question still remains. “Do I still get to have a bedtime story?”

Stephanie laughs, the first bright spot in her rough afternoon and she grins down at her daughter. "You still get a bedtime story." She assures her, always wanting to reinforce that love of reading and storytelling. "Let's go downstairs and eat, huh? Aunt Gigi might think that we don't like her cooking anymore."

“But we doooooo!” Nora jumps down from her bed and thunders downstairs with the resilience that only little kids seem to have.

Stephanie takes just a second, chuckling and shaking her head before she follows after her daughter.

******

The bottle of wine comes out again after Nora has gone to bed, and you and Steph are sitting in the backyard with your glasses of grown-up juice swapping TikToks or telling stories from the day. Since your seniors have already graduated it’s coming up on final exam time for the rest of your students, which puts you in an interesting spot as an art teacher. Instead of proctoring tests you’re observing presentations, and that means you’ve had some absolute doozies in terms of bullshit that the kids have tried to get away with. Not being particularly artistically talented is one thing, but claiming that your final project was influenced by the great Renaissance painter Kurt Cobain definitely qualified as zero effort.

Steph leans back, looking up at the sky and smiles. She might be drowning in debt and sometimes hanging on by the edges of her fingernails, but she loved this house. Purchased with Shawn, she had conceived Nora in house, brought her home from the hospital and even, devastatingly, lost her soulmate here. This space holding so many memories for her the back yard that she and Shawn had renovated as soon as the keys were in their hands. The plans for a pool never happened but Nora enjoyed the kiddie pools when she got them.

“I just want to watch dumb TikTok dances, why must I watch ads?” You bemoan, having accidentally closed the app while flipping between videos. Now, on the reopen, you’re ready to swipe the ad away immediately when you see that it’s for Mate Marks. There is nothing that the soulmate matching app could possibly offer you, and you self-consciously tug at the long sleeves of your shirt that you wear despite the summer night’s warmth. The less you look at your shared marks, the better for your sanity. It’s in that split second, though, that the audio on the ad erupts. A classic rock-style instrumental track plays over a clip of him. Dieter Bravo hugging fans and waving in a collage of promotional video moments all cherry-picked to make him look his ‘best’ and seem less like the selfish asshole the whole world knows him to be. “Finding my soulmate would mean the world to me.” The audio says, in a way that makes you wonder if it’s just spliced together from interview sound bytes. “I’m hoping they’re out there somewhere, ready with an open mind and an open heart.” You shudder, nearly throwing your phone across the backyard in an effort to shut the damn app quickly, but it’s too late. Steph’s head has already perked up. “Fudge. No.” You tell her immediately, strained with the effort of not immediately letting loose every swear you’ve ever heard in your life. “NO.”

"He's looking for you." Steph rocks forward violently and snatches your phone out of your hand so she can watch the ad. "Oh my God, he's looking for you!" She squeals, looking up at you and grinning. "Come on! You aren't the least bit curious?"

“No.” You repeat rather violently, picking at your long sleeves again. “I have absolutely no desire to be a publicity stunt because I’m sure that’s all that that is.” Any and all mention of your soulmate is considered strictly off limits in your house - even Shawn had abided by that rule despite your older brother loving to tease you - ever since his marks started showing up on you as a preteen to the usual curiosity had been frustration for you. “I’m sure somebody else has gotten his tattoos by now. Let him find them.”

"You still aren't over that?" Stephanie huffs and rolls her eyes, reaching for your arm and shoving up your sleeve to reveal the large black triangle. "It was years ago and it didn't even happen to you. You know, he might have changed? He was just starting out, fame and all that bullsh-oney" She cuts off the curse. "Bologna. Like it or not, you are Dieter Bravo's soulmate."

“I do not like it.” Snatching your arm back, you pull your sleeve back into place with a grimace. “I’m perfectly happy in my life and I don’t need it interrupted by some self-important butthead,” the word does not even begin to describe what you know of the man.

"It could just be his public persona?" Steph doubts it, but there is always that chance. Act obnoxious in front of the cameras either for attention or to keep them from looking too hard at him.

"After this long?" You have no doubt that it could have started that way, but after a few decades it's more than likely just who he is. "Would you really want him around Nora? All the drugs and the completely reckless behaviour? That's not the kind of person who would be a good influence over her."

"I think that he can't be all bad." Stephanie tells you. "Honestly, I've watched all his movies, he's a good actor. A great actor actually." She shrugs when you give her a shocked look. "What? I stream them when I'm in my room since you want to pretend he doesn't exist. I never stopped being a fan, even if I was disappointed."

"Steph, the man looked you straight in the face when you asked for his autograph and walked away." The incident may be ten years past, but it had cemented your poor opinion of the universe's choice for you and you had sworn the day it happened never to give Dieter Bravo the time of day ever again. Since then you have not watched a single minute of film or read any interviews with him, and you certainly do your best to never think of him. "The only reason I give soulmates any credence whatsoever after the train wreck of a match I'm stuck with is because you and Shawn were soulmates."

"And?" Stephanie had been completely crushed at the time and slightly embarrassed but she also realizes that she was perhaps in the wrong for how she had ambushed him. "He is just as entitled to bad days or just saying no as any of us are." She reminds you. "He didn't owe me an answer. Would it have been polite? Yeah, but I also didn't have to walk up asking him for anything."

"I don't understand how you can be so forgiving." You shake your head, finally taking back your phone and closing the app to shove it into your pants pocket. "I hope the closest we ever get to that man is three feet on a sidewalk ten years ago."

“I don’t think you should just ignore your soulmate.” Stephanie murmurs quietly, rubbing the hand where her own soulmate mark, some dumb little tattoo that Shawn had gotten, a little star, had disappeared when he died. She had only gotten it replaced, duplicated on her skin, just after last Christmas. The money was a gift from her parents in Shawn’s memory.

"Well, I'm not entering some stupid contest." That isn't up for debate. Not even for a second. "If he wants to do a Prince Charming tour of southern California and show up on every single doorstep with a shoe and a sob story, maybe I'll actually look him in the eye and say 'no' to his face."

"Would you really?" She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. "I honestly think you enjoy disliking your soulmate."

Grumbling slightly in indignation, you drain the rest of the wine in your glass in one go and pour a whole new one. "If your soulmate was Dieter fudging Bravo, you'd dislike it, too."

"I don't know." Steph shoots you a grin. "He is kind of hot. In that messy kind of way. Plus, I've heard he's great in bed."

"Oh gross." The gagging noise you make is animated just like the way you shudder in your seat. "Forty-something is too old to be relying on the messy-artists-are-sexy trope. And I want to know how much those girls were paid to sing his praises." Many - many - years ago the two of you had swooned over a younger Dieter Bravo in fan magazines, but those years are far behind you.

She smirks over her wine glass and hums. "It wasn't a girl that was spilling the tea." She doesn't completely believe your stance on your soulmate. You protest too much for it to be true loathing. Always wondering if you were scared of 'Dieter - fucking - Bravo' being your soulmate. Afraid that you wouldn't be enough for the eccentric star.

"Whoever they were, I'm sure they were compensated amply for their positive statement." You slump in your seat, arms crossed while you sip your wine with a scowl. "There is nothing he or I could possibly do for each other to make each other happy. End of story. So I have no interest." It's what you've told yourself for ten years and you'll be damned if you're going to let that philosophy go by the wayside now. Not when you have a career you've worked for and your family to help take care of. You wouldn't let God themselves get in the way of that.

"Whatever you say. " She's learned over the nearly twenty years as your best friend, that sometimes the easiest thing was to let something drop. You had a tendency to dig your heels in and held a grudge like no other. "I'm sure that he will be wrapped around some young starlet soon enough."

"Which is a whole other reason to pay this Mate Marks publicity stunt absolutely no mind." The decision is made in your mind, and that is that. You've gone your entire life with only your closest friends and family knowing the truth about your soulmate. There is no need for anyone else to ever know.

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Going Back

Summary: Dieter finds himself in his Agent's office after a successful six month long rehab, when he gets a phone call that puts things into perspective. He goes back home to say goodbye... and meets you.

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 3.8k

Rating: T

Warnings: angst, mentions of drugs, cancer treatment, character death, grief, fluff, implied pregnancy

A/N: Never really wrote for Bravo except for the Calls, but wrote this in like 2 hours last sunday. Hope you like it

Los Angeles, California 

He did not remember going back into the office of his manager after he ended the phone call with his brother. There were several people whose names he couldn’t even remember in the room who were talking about him, as if he wasn’t even in the room. Or interested. 

Then again for the last years he probably wasn’t very interested. 

Where these meetings always this boring? No wonder he was on drugs most of the time. 

They were talking about him, as if he wasn’t a person but a…. Thing they have to fix. Something to keep their pockets filled.

Okay… Honestly, he did some really really fucked up stuff in the past. The girls, the drugs, the….. 72 hour marriage to a girl named Candy he met in Las Vegas. 

But the overdose while shooting Cliff Beasts was a… very unpleasant but loud wake up call. He had never thought about his life as… as something so precious. And he had lived his life. He had a job he loved and people who loved him.

At least he thought they did. 

“Dieter are you listening?” Dieter pushed his sunglasses up on his nose, raising his head to look at John, his manager of nine years. He was a shark. He and his publicist had pulled Dieter out of so many fucked up shit the last years. Made him a big star who didn’t have to live from paycheck to paycheck while playing in shitty theatre pieces and made him famous. 

He was the Dieter Bravo, almost EGOT (the Emmy was still missing), face of Ray Ban (at least until earlier this year).

“What?” Dieter snapped, wanting nothing more than to call up his old dealer to get… something. 

“We’re sending you to another rehab. We know you’re clean… But the public… We need you to work with us, so we can go back to finding you some new roles. To build you back up.”

Dieter breathed in deeply as a woman started talking he had never met before. Or… he did not remember ever seeing before. The last few years were a little foggy. 

And… he was thankful for the work these people did for him. But… this, his career, these people…. They were not important. 

Nothing was important. 

The last thing he felt like doing was to go to another rehab just to have some paps conveniently snapping some pics of him towards the end with a woman his manager would hire that he would end up fake dating just to… get him back out there. 

“Simon will pick you up in the morning,” John said. 

“No,” was all Dieter said and the room fell silent almost immediately. 

“Dieter, we talked about this. Your last fall out was… too much. We need to…”

“We don’t need to do anything. I need to do what you tell me, so I can keep being your golden goose to pay your mortgages.”

“Dieter…”, John said sternly. 

“No. If I’m not mistaken your contract as my manager runs out at the end of next month, am I right?”

Dieter saw John’s jaw work before he nodded. 

“Good. Then consider this the last time we see each other,” Dieter got up from the uncomfortable chair he was sitting in. 

“You’re all fired,” he said, before he grabbed his phone and left the room. 

Santa Teresa, New Mexico

You were sitting in your usual place on the old armchair next to Carla. 

It was a good day today and you fought against the thought that this could be her last. It had been hard to make the phone call yesterday after the doctor had been here. The medication wasn’t helping her anymore so it would only be days before…

Carla Ramos did deserve better. 

She was the funniest woman you had ever had the pleasure of caring for. Since the day you moved into her house almost seven years ago you had felt like part of the family. 

Her son, the famous one who you only met once, was the one who paid for you but it was Ramon, his other brother who you were in contact with. 

Yes, the woman named one of her sons Ramon Ramos and when you first learned this information you had giggled like a schoolgirl while said son only rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the smile on his lips. 

Carla had been diagnosed with a rare form of kidney cancer and you had been with her through all of it. Every single doctor visit. Every chemo appointment. You had been with her every single day and last night you had allowed yourself to cry after the learning the news that she only had days left. 

When Carla learned the news she had only smiled softly and turned her head towards you, telling you that she now has to hurry up finding you a husband. 

You had held back the tears until you were in the security of your own room, already grieving the woman sleeping just down the hall who had become like a mother to you. 

She was currently sleeping and you were reading in your book when there was a knock on the door. You frowned, not expecting any visitors until the next day when Ramon and his family were supposed to come. 

Closing your book you took a look at Carla before you tiptoed out of the room and towards the door where you could already see a man standing. You narrowed your eyes, trying to make out who it was when he turned and you caught a look on his face. 

You took a deep breath.

You hadn’t expected him to come. His brother must have called him. 

Of course you knew who Dieter Bravo was. You had to have been living under a rock to not know him. You had read your fair share of gossip about him in the last years, but it was the awe with which his mother talked about him that made you feel like you knew him. 

She was his biggest fan. 

Which was one of the big reasons you grew to despite him in the last years. He had visited once since her diagnosis. Yes, he paid for everything, including you, but…. What kind of person does not take care or visit of his sick mother?

You glanced over to the old piano that had never been played since you got here, catching sight of his Oscar he had brought home the one time he had visited. 

He had wanted his mother to have it.

You took another deep breath, knowing that this was not the time to let your anger towards his behaviour get the best of you, before you opened the door.

Dieter had forgotten just how many things there were that he had paid other people to do for him. 

Packing his suitcase.

Booking a private jet and then deciding against it and buying a commercial flight ticket.

Renting a car at the airport.

Driving a car by himself.

Yet once he sat in the driver's seat of his rented Toyota it was like no time had passed since he packed his bags and went to chase his dream of becoming an actor. He made his way through his hometown until he parked his car in front of the flower places he had always bought his mama’s favourite flowers. Sun flowers. 

Dieter felt like shit.

Not because of how he behaved in the public eye but… how he treated his family in the past. His family who always put up with him no matter what he did. 

The therapist at his last rehab, the one he really committed to and got clean (16 weeks and counting) had talked with him about his family. And… thinking back he could admit to himself that shit had started to get really fucking complicated for him drugwise when he had learned of his mothers cancer diagnosis. 

Dieter was a mama’s boy. His father left the family when he and his brother were still in kindergarten and his mother became his biggest hero.

Even more so when he was grown up and noticed just how much she had worked to provide for him and his brother. 

So the first thing he did from his first big paycheck was buy her a house and get her everything she ever dreamed of.

But all the money and fame in the world meant nothing, when his mother was dying. 

It had been a hard reality check, the phone call from Ramon only yesterday. So many things had changed since yesterday. Of course Dieter knew that his mother was sick. He saw the bills and signed the paycheck for the live-in nurse he had hired. 

But… he had always pushed it far away in his mind. The drugs had been a great distraction from it. And the women. And men. 

He couldn’t cope with the thought of living in a world where his mother wasn’t a phone call away, so when Ramon called and told him that it was time to say goodbye, Dieter had gotten the reality check he had needed. 

Now here he was, a big arrangement of sunflowers in his arms, standing in front of the house he had bought for his mother. 

Since yesterday he had fired his manager and publicist and hired a lawyer (not the one from his divorce) to handle all of his affairs. Including selling his house in the Hollywood Hills.

He never wanted to go back. He didn’t even know if he wanted to work as an actor anymore. He just wanted to… live. And be Dario Ramos again. 

The door opened after he knocked and he put his sunglasses up on top of his head looking at you. 

“Mr. Bravo?” you asked.

“Dieter,” he tried to smile, completely caught off guard. He knew that he had hired you. He remembered that he met you once, a very foggy memory much like everything in the last years. How could he have not noticed how… young and beautiful you were?

You were wearing leggings and a too big shirt with a faded Star Wars print on it.

“Would you like to come in?” you asked and he nodded. You stepped to the side to let him in and he walked into the house, feeling like a complete stranger, yet noticing how much had changed since the last time he had visited. 

He looked… Different than in the last pictures Carla had shown you. 

Healthier. 

“Uhm….” he turned around, picking a single sunflower and handing it to you. You tilted your head before you took it, your fingers brushing over his. 

“This is for you. I… As a thank you. Which is…. Ridiculous thinking back now. I…” he took a deep breath.

You were touched that he even remembered you. 

“Your mother is asleep. She is having a good day. She will be thrilled you’re here,” you said as you turned away from him to walk towards the kitchen. You heard him follow you. Laying the sunflower down on the counter you reached over the sink to get two vases. A small one for the single one and a bigger one for the other flowers. You groaned, getting on your tiptoes when you couldn’t reach them. 

“Let me…” you felt his hand on your shoulder and you looked up at him as you took a step to the side and let him pull two vases from the cabinet. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly, confused by him. So confused.

You were expecting the cocky drug addict Oscar winner Dieter Bravo, not… this version of him. 

He nodded once at you before he walked back and you began to fill the vases with water.  You smiled to yourself when you put the single flower for you into the small vase and tried to remember the last time someone had gotten you flowers. 

“I’m sorry you know?” he said.

“I… did a lot of fucked up stuff these last years but not being here? Fucking pathetic…”

You turned around. 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. You’re…”

“You were here. Every day. While I was getting shitfaced and fucking myself through half of the country.”

You pressed your lips into a hard line to keep yourself from reacting. 

“I don’t even know why I’m telling you all of this…” he shook his head looking down at his hands.

“Dieter…” you said.

“Don’t call me that,” he sighed and your eyes softened.

“Dario,” you said and he looked up at you. 

“Would you like some of your mothers homemade iced tea?”

You didn’t mean to listen in, but you had heard Clara laugh and you stopped on your way back to your room as you listened to Dieter… Dario telling her about the time he had almost peed himself on set. 

“You’re a good man, Dario,” you heard Clara say. He sighed.

“I should have been here.”

“You’re here now. You can’t change what happened in the past. Just… promise me to think about it…”

“Mom, no…” 

You made yourself walk back to your room, not wanting to listen in in the first place. 

Clara had been over the moon when she saw her son and you had kept yourself busy to give them both time together. 

It gave you time to think.

Of course the last few years had given you time to form an opinion about your employer. But actually spending some time with him made you rethink some of your foreformed opinions.

There was the picture inside of your mind you had formed. Of the playboy cocky asshole who could have everyone and everything he wanted with a snap of his fingers. Who didn’t care about anyone but himself and where to get his next fix.

You grew to despise this picture of him.

But then there was this other side. The man who facetimes his mother every sunday to have breakfast with her in bed. 

You sighed to yourself, sitting in your window seat as you sipped on your glass of wine. 

It was always easier to hate someone than to try to understand them. It didn’t give them the opportunity to explain themselves.

Not that he had anything to explain to you. 

You were just the help. The woman who took care of his sick mother. 

You didn’t know how long you sat there looking at the stars when you heard the soft tunes of a piano down the hall. You set your wine glass down and quietly walked out, checking in on Clara who was soundly sleeping on your way before you walked into the living room.

His sponsor did not pick up the phone. 

Dieter wanted nothing more than to get some pills that made him forget just how much of a fucking failure he was. Instead he took a shower and sat down at the old piano that his mother still owned. 

He had learned to play on this very piano when he was little. The tunes came to him like an old friend as he closed his eyes and let his fingers fly over the keys. When he opened his eyes he looked straight at the Academy Award with his name on that was displayed next to his Grammy and Tony. 

What did all these awards mean anyway?

He closed his eyes, continuing to play to stop the voice inside his head that wanted him to get out of here and get some coke… or pills… or something to make all these feelings inside of him go away. 

He ended the song and just sat there in the darkness, his eyes closed. 

“That was beautiful,” he heard a whisper and his eyes snapped open to find you standing in the doorway. 

“I haven’t played in years,” he shrugged.

“Maybe you should. You looked peaceful while you played.”

He gave you a small smile, one that reached his eyes. 

“I put clean sheets on in the guest bedroom next to mine. Ramon and his wife always stay in the room next to your mother’s. I hope that’s okay.”

“Thank you,” he said and you gave him a small smile.

“You know what would make you play the piano even better?” you asked him and he shook his head.

“If you had some clothes on,” you winked at him and he looked down at his body, only then noticing that he was completely naked. 

He was about to answer you when he looked up but you were already gone. 

He sighed with a little chuckle, smiling to himself before he made his way to his assigned bedroom and fell asleep the moment his head hit the soft pillow.

Clara died in the early evening on the next day. 

She fell asleep peacefully, surrounded by all her loved ones. 

You gave the family some time, slipping out of the room, before you called the doctor to let him know. He assured you he would make the calls needed and you gave him a watery thank you before you ended the call and walked out to the patio. The sun was setting behind the hill and with it you let the tears fall. You hugged yourself as you tried to keep your sobs quiet. 

The door opened behind you and you didn’t turn around, trying to calm your breath as you looked over the wide countryside in front of you. 

“All my life I wanted to get away from here,” Dieter began and you closed your eyes. 

“When I was a teenager I hated living here. But my mom…. She loves this place. Until now I didn’t understand why, but I think I do now,” he continued and you sucked your bottom lip in to keep yourself from falling apart. 

“I’m really really thankful for you being here while I wasn’t. You were… She loved you like her daughter.”

You sobbed, shaking your head. 

Slowly, arms wrapped around your shoulders and you let your head fall down, your forehead falling against his chest. You opened your arms to hug him back, as Dieter’s chin rested on your head. 

Your finger grasped at the soft fabric of his shirt as he held you while you cried. 

One of his hands ran soothing circles on your back and you tried to get even closer to him, breathing him in. 

“I should be the one holding you right now,” you mumbled after a while. 

“It’s okay. We both just lost someone we loved.”

“I’m so sorry D…” you said, pulling your cheek against his chest. You felt him kiss your hair and you released a shuddering breath. 

You didn’t know how long you stood there holding each other, but when he let go as the doctor came, you felt a little lighter.

It was the day after the funeral that you found yourself sitting in the living room of Clara’s house. Dieter was sitting on the sofa next to you, his brother and wife across from you as you looked at Mr. Miller, the family lawyer who was about to read the last will of one Clara Ramos. 

You didn’t know why you were here. This was a family affair. Then again… you had nowhere to go. 

When you heard your name you looked up. 

“You, my best friend, the daughter I never had, to you I will leave this house. This house that you made so much brighter in these last years with your heart, your humour and smile. I know you will disagree with this decision, but sweetheart this is my thank you to you. Make this place a home for you and your future family. And if I die before we find you a husband, please…” the lawyer stuttered and you swore you could see him blush “at least find a man to rock your world. God knows you did not get any action while you stayed here with me.”

You shook your head to yourself with a smile, feeling overwhelmed. You felt Dieter take your hand, squeezing it once before he wanted to let go, but you didn’t let him. 

“So… when are you kicking me out?” he asked later that evening. You were both sitting on the porch, you with a beer and he with some iced tea. His brother and wife had left earlier, leaving you and Dieter alone at the house. Your house. 

“I still can’t believe that she would just give me this house. It should have…”

“Stop. She loved you. She wanted you to have it and you know better than to argue with her. Even now,” he smiled as he looked up towards the sky, cheering his glass towards it. 

“But still…”

You sat there in silence for some time. 

“You can stay as long as you want Dieter,” you said after a while and he looked at you from his side. 

“Are you sure? People say I can be very fucking annoying.”

You smiled. 

“I think these people only know Dieter Bravo. I know Dario Ramos. He’s… He’s pretty okay.”

He huffed a laugh.

“Pretty okay?”

“I don’t know him very well,” you teased. 

“Would you like to?”

“What?”

“Get to know him?”

You frowned. 

“Dieter can be a real asshole but… I think I would like you to meet me. The real me. If you… If you want to,” he added. He was nervous you could tell.

You shuffled closer to him and he looked at you with those warm brown eyes that held so many secrets. 

“I would like that,” you whispered and smiled up at him. He smiled back, his arm coming around your back to pull you against his side as you lay your head against his shoulder. 

Five years later

“Mr. Bravo! So good to see you back on the red carpet. You look great. You are nominated for three Academy Awards tonight. Congratulations on the success of “Going back”. What inspired you to write this story?”

Dieter smiled at the camera, before he looked down at the silver ring on his left ring finger. He always wore rings, no one thought much of it. But this one was special. You had put it on his finger. 

“Life,” he said, thinking of you waiting for him back home. How you were watching him, probably laying in bed because your pregnant belly was killing your back. You couldn’t travel anymore and he didn’t want to come either tonight but you insisted.

No award would ever compare to spending time with you.

“It was inspired by life.”

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[xarrixii]

Cinder_03 : "Acquisition" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━

CW: drinking previous chapter | beginning | masterlist

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“So, yeah. That’s pretty much it.” Alph had been reluctant to wake up and start today. When they’d woken up, they still hadn’t found the words to properly explain what had really happened.

“If this is your version of a joke, it’s not very funny.” Urban stared at them for a few irritatingly long moments. “You said you weren’t going to continue doing this much longer. Your apprenticeship ends in like, a few months.”

“I know.”

“There’s really no other way to get the money?”

Alph picked up a whiteboard marker, spinning it around in their hand. “Either way this could’ve gone, we were fucked. That asshole who tried stealing my truck or my mother. There wasn’t much of an in-between. Just, believe me when I say I think this is the better end of the deal.”

“How is this the better end? Shit, Raiden, I probably could’ve covered up a murder if you really needed me to. It’s not like we haven’t before.”

“How was I supposed to explain the truck to my dad? He knows when I’m lying straight to his face.”

“How do you exactly expect to tell him that you’re now roped in—in whatever your mother’s going to make us do? I mean, Jesus, the only hint you’ve ever been given is that she’s walking on an illegal tightrope much higher above the ground on six-inch platforms.”

With a sigh, Alph leans back on the couch. “Arguing over my mother has always been a waste of energy. We’ve got time to kill until she gets here, so…”

“You want to play Flash Fire?”

“I want to play Flash Fire,” Alph gives off their cheekiest grin.

“I’m going to beat you one day. I know I will.” Alph nudged Urban, eliciting a quiet laugh.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“He’s right,” Alph’s mother says, opening the garage door. “And I made a promise for you two to be the reason someone rises the ranks today. So get in the car.”

Alph and Urban went silent, Urban standing up with unusual elegance before relaxing again. He waited for Alph to get up and go with, making sure to turn the light off behind them both.

“It’s Amaterasu.” She holds out her hand for Urban, who responds by keeping his own close to his chest.

“Pleasure.”

The insincerity was surprisingly plain, Alph’s mother—better as Amaterasu—getting into the passenger seat. And it was way too quiet. Alph stopped before they’d fully gotten into the car. “You said you would explain it more here, at the garage. Where are we going?”

“A bar,” their mother replied in an instant. “More private than your junkyard.”

“Something tells me you’ve never been to a bar you couldn’t buy out.”

“You do seem to hope you can place more dissonance with me than you already do, don’t you? It’s not a real bar…” She hesitated, thinking. “...Raiden.”

“We get to keep at least something, then.”

“Get in the car.”

Alph didn’t move.

“Rai, just, come on. Let’s go. Get it over with as soon as we can.”

They grumbled, finally stepping into the car and closing the door. Damn thing sped straight into gear before they managed to get buckled in. Smoothly rolled into a parking space later, though.

“I thought you two were at least semi-competent, managing to conceal yourselves for this long with so many public records. Seems all you really do in your free time is prance around playing video games you stole names from. In hindsight, I should have expected as much.”

“Yeah, thanks. You too.”

“Therapy expenses are included in being part of Cinder, if it convinces you any further.”

“Cinder?” Urban cut in. “That’s what you’re calling it?”

“That’s what it’s always been called.” She beckoned them over through the empty bar to a booth, a few sheets of paper sprawled out.

“Hate to burst your bubble, Mum,”

“They aren’t legal documents. They detail your living quarters, missions, and supervisor. Who I’ll let take the reins now.” She strolled over to the bar, leaving them and Urban with whatever blonde prick had been driving the car.

“Listen, usually Cinder gives off their whole spiel, y’know, welcome to our not-so-legal crazy murder psycho condemning organization, it’s a real big opportunity, but I don’t think you two really need to hear that. I know you’re picturing this whole year-long contract thing, but it’s really just dependent on how much you fuck up within that year. More you fuck up, longer you stay, yadda yadda. You’ve been expected to fuck up a decent bit like most starter operatives. I hope I didn’t shatter your ego because my telepathy doesn’t put that back together. Capiche?”

“A name would be nice,” Urban picked up a few of the papers strewn along the table.

“Liam. Bauer. Don’t try to look it up anywhere, you won’t find it. And congratulations, you get to skip the entire Cinder training program and hop straight into your first objective, which is what this lovely briefcase is for over here.” Liam slammed the briefcase not so lightly onto the table and clicked it open. “Did you two understand anything I just said in the past minute or so, or do I have to say it again in a slightly more monotonous voice?”

Alph’s grip on their arm was tighter than they’d like it to be.

“Fantastic. Your first objective is to not kill yourselves integrating into Cinder for the first time after your training program, which you, again, did not do, but alas. Any questions?”

“Yeah, are you gonna continue?” Urban shook a hand through his hair. “We’ll just cut in on your monologue when we want to speak. Kinda how conversation works nowadays regardless who you’re talking to. Especially in the whole rich ass society department.”

“You’re smarter than you look, kid. I’ll give you that.”

“Right.”

Liam cleared his throat. “Well, first things first, credit cards. Designed for when you’re on the job. There were a few incidents years back where agents had to buy things while they were out and about. Like, for example, a hydrokinetic buying a water bottle makes sense. Warning, they do look at your history. They once got mad at me because I bought a few bagels. Please don’t go off the rails, they have two hundred each before they cap out.

“Second, fake ID cards. It would really suck if you got arrested because you got pulled over and couldn’t prove your identity to an officer. Don’t use them until it’s been confirmed we’ve gotten you into the system⸺”

“Woah, what?” Alph put their hand down on the ID cards, standing up. “How the hell are you supposed to do that?”

“Pardon my security efforts not to explain that to you. Your little seeking justice for everyone who’s never wronged you thing is spilling out of your mind like you just slashed through the Jager Dam. The more you use these, probably the better. Makes it less likely anyone looks into you.

“Third and finally, your Cinder sleeves! The design represents you being under good old Amaterasu’s branch of the organization. Don’t lose these, it gives you access into Cinder complexes.”

Alph watched Urban grab his from the table, examining it. 

“At least it’s not spandex,” he said wearily. Urban had definitely been more tired than usual today. He always studied little things the more tired he was. “Would hate walking around looking like some generic supervillain whose only real goal is to take power.”

“One,” Liam kicked their feet up onto the table, leaning back as much he could. “Not Cinder’s goal. Two, there is a separate uniform, but we’re not going to mug you while you’re sleeping for your pant size.”

“How noble of you,” Alph replied, smile finally forming on their face again. “So what is Cinder’s goal, exactly?”

“To keep generic supervillains in check, in the simplest version. It’s just easier when you don’t have to follow the law to do that, so we paint ourselves as criminals. Don’t worry, you probably won’t deal with many cops. People we fight aren’t exactly their best friends either.”

“So you’re the neutral pilot force controlling the galaxy.”

“No.”

Alph leaned forward, taking their sleeve and whisking it up their arm, flexing their fingers. Then they looked over at Urban, who had also pulled theirs on after taking off their glove that had been there. Calmly, “Ours are red and black, assuming that means we’re pyrokinetic. Yours has green and purple. What kind of shit color scheme is that?”

Liam glared over at Urban. “If I had an answer to give you, kid, I’d give you it.”

“So there’s two colors for telepathy?”

“No⸺ Green is telepathy, purple is telekinesis.”

Urban scrutinized Liam’s face for a moment before grabbing the other stuff Liam had thrown onto the table and putting it away.

“Given the telepathy, please don't go writing fanfiction in your head near me. Especially since neither of you have learned how to set up blockades past religiously thinking about marbles.”

Amaterasu strolled back over, setting a few bottles of alcohol and empty glasses on the table. “I hope he’s finished his monologue so I can detail you on making yourselves look mildly competent in front of your soon-to-be colleagues.”

“If you think we’re that useless, why’d you employ us in the first place?” Urban moved the empty glass in front of him to the side.

“I think you misunderstood my intentions. I think that you are useless, darling. Raiden has the kind of potential I’m looking for, you’re more or less here so you have less excuses to run down to your local police department.”

“Mum,” Alph’s patience was running thin.

“He’s legally a D-class. Pardon me that he can’t do anything without a flame to manipulate.”

Alph generated a small amount of fire to blossom in their hand, putting one foot onto the table before Urban put a hand on their shoulder. “It’s not worth it, Rai. She’s right.”

“Yes, now get your feet off the table. Both of you.” She flicks Liam’s arm, who shrugs, chuckling. “Recently, Storm—well, I suppose. Storm has been a long dormant enemy of Cinder, and they’ve recently been jumpstarted by some of our old personnel. We’re trying to deal with it as fast as we can. Without the resources we have, they rely on other factors, like businesses in plain sight. They can’t put all of their money into one checking account or a few measly dropoff points, not if they’re smart.

“That’s how we found the bank they’re running. Little kickstart just off main. Bunch of falsified accounts, spread out money, and they can get it all insured. You two are going to help take it down. Every part of it.”

“Wait, Hayton Deposits?” Alph snatches the file from their mother’s hand as she’s setting it down. “Seriously? But⸺”

“I know it’s a major upgrade from terrorizing loan sharks, but you’re also not alone anymore and you’re not going to fit in very well if you’re sitting recon all the time. Make it out of this alive, and you’ll integrate into Cinder. Nobody would ask any questions from there. I’d like to make it clear this opportunity is a privilege to quickly get you in.”

“So fighting your jumpstart enemies and the cops is considered a privilege?”

“Told you they wouldn’t take kind to that, Matty,” Liam is quieted with a glare.

She clears her throat, pouring a glass of champagne for herself. “It’s this or a prison cell, Raiden.”

Alph glances over at Urban, who began picking at the edge of his sweatshirt. Then they bit their lip and suppressed their anger into a clenched fist. They couldn’t keep putting Urban into rehab, and they couldn’t get on too bad of terms with their mother.

“I take it you understand that premise?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Meet Liam at the armored truck parked in the vertical lot on 34th after your apprenticeship this Tuesday. Text him when he needs to be there.” She gestures at Urban. “If it helps, I’m the only one who wanted you on the mission. I’ll be your enemy number one.”

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[jswdmb1]

Unconditional I (Lookout Kid)

“Lookout kid, trust your soul

It ain't hard to rock n' roll”

- Arcade Fire

This probably says a lot about me, but I love a rainy day after a batch of great weather in the middle of the summer. The old adage of too much of a good thing is sometimes very true. While few love the warmth of the sun and a clear blue sky more than I do, such good fortune can bring a lot of pressure. I always feel guilty if I waste a minute of a lovely day inside, which is a precious commodity in Chicago. Those who know me know that I am the first to complain at the hint of winter, so it seems strange, or even ungrateful, to want a break from something so good. But, without a day like today, I might have missed something special while out on the water or walking around soaking up rays.

The day seemed tailor-made for the circumstances. I woke up at my usual hour of 5:00 (never by choice but due to an aging bladder) but quickly returned to bed when I realized the rain was already falling. My wife, the motivator in the family, is out of town, leaving me, two teenagers, and a couple of extremely lazy dogs to determine when this day would start. By 8:30, I knew it was up to me to get the ball rolling. Besides, this was an important day, and I needed to be ready. My favorite DJ on my favorite radio station was coming on at 10:00, and there was no way I was missing his show.

As anyone reading this knows, I am talking about Lin Brehmer and WXRT. Lin recently announced he needed to take a leave from his show to deal with prostate cancer that, as Lin said, "has spread to spaces you would rather it didn't." While I am confident this will not be his last time on the air, I knew today’s program would be special. Lin means a lot to many people, and many fans have rallied behind him over the last couple of days. Lin has supplied a multitude of good karma over the past decades, both on and off the air, and we are ready to give it back tenfold. Today was finally an opportunity for us to repay him for years of joy, happiness, comfort, and wisdom through his setlists and “Lin’s Bin” segments. But, a funny thing happened, and Lin sent all those good vibes right back at us.

The songs he played were varied, but all had one thing in common – they oozed the spirit of rock and roll. Music is a passion of mine, and I love it in many forms, but there is nothing more authentic than the grooves you hear on a station like XRT. Lin’s playlist today may have been the perfect embodiment of that sentiment (I posted a handwritten copy of it on Twitter @jswdmb1 if you want to see it). Each song told a story and inspired in me a deep sense of reflection. Maybe I was reading more into it, given my emotion, but I mostly stared out the window at the rain in deep thought for most of his four-plus-hour shift. It was like he ordered up the rain as a perfect backdrop for the event (he explicitly stated that was not true, but I’m not so sure). I cannot remember the last time I spent so much time so focused and present while ironically getting nothing done that I had planned for the day. But, truth be told, I pretty much knew that this was how it was going to go all along. Maybe I didn’t plan it this way, but I welcomed it as it developed.

It’s probably not in my best interest to publically disclose that I slept in, played hooky, and just sat around all day listening to the radio. Still, I’m not so sure about that. We let too much of our lives become defined by what we think others think we should be, which makes no sense. I think it is fair that most people on any given day are immersed in their own activities and not interested in the details of what I do. The fact that I even have a to-do list bugs the shit out of me. If I really want to do something, I just do it. A list of things not done means that clearly, they did not take enough priority and need to be shelved. Maybe they should never be done. It seems pretty pointless to even talk about it.

However, today, I found an excellent use for that to-do list. I turned it over and started writing out the songs that Lin was playing. The menial and tedious tasks on the other side meant less and less as the hours went on. At a certain point, I was tempted to knock something off the list, and I quickly scotched that when I realized it would completely spoil the day’s intent. It also led me to an important conclusion: why am I filling my day with things I don’t want to do anyway? It seems to be a ridiculous waste of our most precious commodity, which is our time here on this planet. This led to an even deeper reflection about what my path should be going forward.

I love what I now do from the sense of getting to work with great people and that I provide service to those that need it. But being an accountant is as drab and routine as you might imagine when you get down to the real business of the profession. I have been immersed in it for a long time and have recently been thinking about what else might be there for me. What can I do for a second act that follows my passions and dreams and doesn’t put being a provider as the number one attribute for how I spend my time. When I look at what moves me (outside of my family, of course), it is three things: music, writing, and helping others. I know I need to move most of my time into those areas soon. I still need to make some sort of living, so finding a way to monetize these passions is a challenge. But I know for sure that whatever that is, it needs to move toward spending my time fulfilling my dreams.

Please note that I am not announcing my retirement from my firm or leaving that business abruptly. I am way too practical for that, and I would never leave my employees or clients in a lurch like that. But, I have unequivocally concluded that a transition has to begin, no matter how slowly. It starts with a resurgence of my posting on this blog. I know these personal essays are not likely to be the ultimate answer, but they are the spark that lit the fire in the first place and will lead me in the right direction. My lack of recent writing production has proven it to me, and my conclusion from today’s activities solidified that. Again, I have no idea how this will develop at this moment, but I guarantee it will. And not in five or ten years, but now. At this point, I begin the transition, no matter how slowly it develops.

So, a day that started out sleepy and then lazy turned out to be much more, and I have Lin Brehmer to thank for it. I feel a bit guilty for that, given this was supposed to be his day to shine. My guess is that he wasn’t too affected by it. Besides, he was very explicit at the top of the show that anyone who came there to feel anything less than great should leave. Because, as Lin says, it is fucking great to be alive. And, it is even greater to be alive when you know you will start living it the way you want to. The best part of the whole thing is that I know Lin will pummel this cancer and be back soon. That is why I don’t feel a tinge of sadness about his “last” show today. He knew that all along, and I am guessing he knew many people would be doing the same thing I did today. Lin has one more catchphrase: that he is our “best friend in the whole world.” Seems a bit corny but never insincere. I, for one, feel like I got a real boost from a good friend today, just like he always does on his show every other day I have listened to him. I hope someday I can repay the favor in whatever I do in this second act. Until then, good friend, keep rocking and rolling, and we’ll be here waiting for you when you get back.

Note: you can find Lin’s entire playlist here on my Apple Music page: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/thank-you-friend/pl.u-BmZRc1qeMoq

[dreamcatcherrs]

what catches their eyes/attracts them?; mcyt x reader

+ this is in no way factual information, only my very weird and specific opinions :)

dream:

free-spirited people

someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind

confidence, to a certain extent

someone he can be loud with

someone who will wake up in the middle of the night with him to go on a car drive to nowhere

the colour blue (dnf👀)

clean and fresh-looking clothes

satin fabric

big height difference

the smell of citrus fruits

large smiles

silver jewellery

small hands

smart people who aren't afraid to show it

george:

calm, laid back people

someone quiet, but still able to have a laugh

very friendly vibes - even when first meeting them

the colour blue (literally the only interesting colour he's able to see lol)

bright eyes

lip gloss

flower print

slightly shy people who are actually easy to interact with once you start a conversation with them

pastel-coloured nails, not too long

pink-tinted lips

ponytails

the smell of vanilla

puppy eyes

sapnap:

energetic people

someone who can hype up their friends no matter the situation

the colour red

like, a bloody red

soft skin

full lips

loose shirts over skin-tight tops

when shoelaces have a different colour on each shoe

corsets

a very subtle scent of perfume

thigh highs

someone who just wants to enjoy life with the people they're surrounded by

badboyhalo:

large, bright smiles that spread up to your eyes

freckles

button noses

rose-gold jewellery

french manicures

bangs

slightly shy people

genuinely sweet people

not the fake type that talks shit about people behind their backs and then will compliment them a few seconds after

someone who when they enter a room feels like a breath of fresh air to everyone else

someone completely selfless

the smell of lavender

shiny hair

technoblade:

people who aren't afraid to take the lead

glasses

intellectual people

like, for example people who know a lot of random stuff from a bunch of different things that they're interested in

or also just book smart people

slightly clumsy people (finds it cute)

gold jewellery

someone with some mystery to them

refreshing scents, like clean laundry or shampoo

cat eyes (eyeliner)

wilbur soot:

long legs

chokers

shy people

someone who gets flustered easily

glasses + thin bangs

the colours brown and beige together

baggy, comfy clothes

the smell of newly baked cookies

beanies

the kind of person that makes him feel like he can always talk to them - someone he can feel safe with

birth marks

accents

jschlatt:

smart people

the way they speak is just so clean without even noticing

fox eyes

people who aren't afraid to wear sweatpants in public

generally just someone who isn't afraid to do, say and wear whatever they want

someone who stands for what they think and have the balls to say it when needed

nose rings

simple yet flattering pieces of jewellery

long nails

someone who he can stay up all night with and never get tired of them

high heels

hip dips

corpse husband:

fishnets, of course

someone who give 0 fucks about what everyone else thinks of them

unique people

wether that be physical features or straight up the personality, it draws him in

chokers

chunky, black sneakers or boots

someone who can make him happy without even trying

a positive aura for the most part

as in he doesn't want to be surrounded by someone who’s negative or dragging everyone else down with them

the colour yellow

rings - lots of them

karl jacobs:

a walking ray of sunshine, basically

tbh, karl has a couple of things in common with what corpse is attracted to;

positive energy, uniqueness and rings

a palette filled with bright colours

like, almost rave style colours

that could be clothes, makeup, hair, nails, accessories

chunky, white shoes

selfless people

someone who as each day goes by becomes more charming to him

he likes the smell of candles from bath and body works, as we all know

the colour purple

skeppy:

big eyes

someone who’s able to make him laugh without even trying

tooth gaps

someone who has very playful, innocent vibes to them

and someone who can take jokes and pranks

people who walk confidently

the smell of strawberries

long eyelashes

someone who collects things others usually wouldn’t

someone who is very respectful to others

a mix between really comfy clothes and really feminine clothes

fundy:

someone who comes across as “different” than others

and don't you dare think of ✨I’m not like other girls✨ (I know you did -_-)

he just thinks people who think and act very different than others are very interesting

beauty marks

nicely shaped eyebrows

someone who finds mystical things interesting

fox eyeliner (yes, I put this in here because: furry)

someone who has unusual, yet surprisingly good taste in music

people who are constantly warm

red lips

the colour light brown, almost beige-like

quackity:

someone who gets his humour

someone like him, but more quiet and slightly shy

especially when on screen in front of an audience

sliver necklaces

the smell of flowers

dark, extreme eyeliner

loose clothes

freckles

piercings

someone who teases others and who can handle to be teased by others

the colour dark blue

punz:

the colour grey

a fresh fashion sense

yet still very comfortable fits

messy buns

someone who he just knows will be a cool person before he even talks to them

someone who just has that kinda vibe, y’know?

glossy lips

independent people

someone responsible and caring to others

tattoos

navel piercings

awesamdude:

cropped jackets

the colour neon green

hair put up in a bun

someone with a free nature

someone who is a complete wild card

like, someone who will jump over a fence just to get closer to a bunny they think they saw on the other side of it

loose strands of hair

clear nail polish

cargo pants

the smell of chocolate

slimecicle:

people who have comfort items

someone who knows random facts that no one else usually knows

people who have a unique way of thinking

passionate people

and when they talk about what they’re passionate about, they talk for hours

shorter hair

sweet and nutty scents

natural beauty

fluffy hair

honest people

but not brutally honest

the smell of coconut

eret:

eye glitter/shimmer

silky clothes that shine in the moonlight

platform boots/heels

long, flowy dresses

someone who does whatever they want

and who doesn't like being told what to do by others

the colours pink and dark purple

the smell of the ocean

someone who already knows how to live their life

stretch marks

foolish:

low-cut jeans

someone very silly who knows how to have a good laugh

someone very supportive of their friends

curtain bangs

long-sleeved sweatshirts

someone who loves food

puppy eyes

straight, white teeth

someone who is willing to help others in need

someone who doesn't talk badly about others behind their back

someone who knows what they want

jack manifold:

confidence

white, wide-legged pants

the colour light blue or just pure white

people who are very easy-going and fun to be around

someone who can fit into and understand anyones humour

an open-minded person who likes to hear from other people’s point of views when they have a different opinion than them

butterfly patterns

crop tops

oversized t-shirts

hair beads

tommy:

people who are just as loud as him

and at the same time knows when to be serious

the colours yellow and grey

people who are kind to everyone

creative eyeliner

fluffy hair

people who can get so lost in their own world, they almost forget about their surroundings

colourful accessories

someone who isn't afraid to be who they are

someone who has many passions and loves to talk about them

oversized hoodies

tubbo:

hoodies layered over skirts or dresses

frilly socks

people who are very adventurous, and wants to make their life as interesting as possible!

someone who can help him overcome some of his fears

charm bracelets

cute habits

the colours yellow and orange

dimples

the smell of almond milk and honey

people who twirl their hair unknowingly when bored or unfocused

ranboo:

someone who looks intimidating at first (he thinks people like that are cool as fuck)

but then is, like, the sweetest person he’s ever met

loves someone who can speak fluent sarcasm, just like him

he likes sass

glassy skin

fingerless gloves

people who act cocky for the fun of it

but actually don’t care about winning or losing or proving anything

simplistic earring placements

people who have hidden talents, and the more you get to know them, the more talents are revealed

people who don't gossip

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[forbidding-souda]

Hi! Could you make Hajime, Nagito, Shuichi , Mondo and Makoto with a bimbo s/o (gf)

Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Shuichi Saihara, Mondo Oowada, and Makoto Naegi with a bimbo girlfriend

imagines blogs be like "sorry if this is shit my grandma just died and my cat got ran over but i really wanted to write this xx have a good day and drink water!"

my art the clown romance playlist has 25 likes. how do we feel.

currently listening: memento mori by lamb of god

-Mod Souda

Hajime Hinata

❤ He has his days - some where your bimbo-ness completely annoys him, and some where he finds it endearing. It matters what he needs to get done and if he needs your help with it.

❤ Usually, he is casual about his feelings. He'll never criticize you (too much). He won't put you down on purpose. Something slide remarks make their way past his lips, but he doesn't mean it.

❤ You make him feel smart.

❤ But you also make him feel special.

❤ He still can't believe someone as beautiful as you is honestly attracted to him.

❤ A part of him feels unworthy - but that's the insecurity speaking.

❤ He honestly feels so lucky to be with you. It's a reminder that he is a somebody and not a something. Sometimes Hope's Peak gets to him.

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Nagito Komaeda

❤ He loves pretending to be a himbo when he's around you. Something about your aura is so addicting and contagious. He also generally doesn't mind when people think he's more stupid than he is.

❤ He's obsessed with your beauty, though. He compliments you all the time and puts himself down because you're so pretty.

❤ He never laughs at you, or makes you feel stupid. He's helpful and considerate.

❤ Even when you laugh at yourself, he's there to put his hand on your head and tell you that you're alright.

❤ Insults people when they make fun of you. Like, he's extra good at roasting bitches. He will use this skill to his advantage.

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Shuichi Saihara

❤ Whenever you say something incredibly stupid he'll just stand there in silence.

❤ Is he trying to see if you're joking? Is he settling in to the fact that he's dating someone bimbo-ish? Who knows.

❤ He's going to be patient and take the time to spell things out with you. He thinks you're awfully alike to Gonta.

❤ It's cute because before you were dating, he was too nervous to talk to you. You were like this ray of sunshine that he absolutely fell in love with.

❤ The two of you became close because he had to explain everything to you. You considered him a friend after your first conversation.

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Mondo Oowada

❤ He thinks it's the absolute most charming thing about you. He shows you off to all his friends; you're his dream girl, his perfect type.

❤ He laughs at you, often leaning towards you as he does while reaching out to pull you into a hug or to kiss the top of your head.

❤ You're not annoying to him unless he's stressed out, then he'll snap, tell you to be quiet or something. But he'll do this man thing that instead of apologizing he'll just buy you something nice and awkwardly give it to you.

❤ He loves your beauty. He'll never fail to compliment you.

❤ You get the most special treatment, and you've never had anyone who treated you nicer. He acts as if you're a princess.

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Makoto Naegi

❤ It makes him feel a bit wanted when you need help for him about something. He's surrounded by ultimates all the time, and being with you is like his little break.

❤ Gets flustered whenever people acknowledge your beauty. Things like when people compliment you in public or when you get hit on, he'll go red, unsure as to what to do, and he's a bit worried you'll start to like them more than you like him.

❤ But when he expresses these feelings, you always laugh as if it's the most improbable thing in the world. This makes him feel a lot better.

❤ He's more worried about how his friends will act towards you, since people like Kirigiri are a bit tasteless when it comes to slow-thinking people.

#hajime hinata imagines #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komaeda x reader #shuichi saihara #shuichi saihara x reader #mondo owada #mondo owada x reader #makoto naegi #makoto naegi x reader

[mosstliest]

fallen stars always plague the cold

requested?  yes  /   no

r e q u e s t :

Omg hi!!! Ur writing is literally *chefs kiss*

ne ways I'd love to request a c!techno x reader with the frostbitten lips kissing cuz like yk they live in the frozen tundra and im a simp also I'd love to be 🩰 anon if ur opening an anon list!!!

- 🩰 anon

prompt! - 27, kiss with frostbitten lips

pronouns used: they / them

c!technoblade x reader

fluff, angst? (past partners to rivals to lovers speedrun)

cw! mentions of frostbit . swearing  . eye talk bc I’m a sucker for eyes . mentions of past war

1318 words

Coming from L’manberg, where the most drastic climate event were the ever appropriate thunderstorms, it’s safe to say you did not take kindly to the everlasting cold of Snowchester and it’s freezing surroundings. Life in the arctic biome had quickly proven to be unsympathetic, but you’d never been the type to back down from a challenge.

It was on a particularly hostile evening that you found yourself walking alongside none other than Technoblade.

He’d found you in the rather compromising position of almost being killed by an enderman while trying to obtain the means to pearl atop the mountain and offered to walk you home under the argument of “I can’t be associated with someone who died in such an embarrassing way”.

You’d met him before --reluctantly considering him an acquaintance when he first allied with Pogtopia and slowly, between training sessions and long hours of potato farming, you had dared to call him a friend, after weeks of preparing for war, perhaps something more.  neither of you ever risked suggesting a title, but you’d proudly worn his enchanted armor to combat and stood beside him as the tyranny of Schlatt ended on an underwhelming note, the taste of victory still weaved with the bitterness of betrayal as you ended up battling his withers. You’d learnt your lesson and were not willing to forget it.

The two of you had been walking for a good thirty minutes and the silhouette of your cottage was still nowhere to be seen, a month had passed since you relocated to the vicinal hills of Snowchester and you still hadn’t learnt that the customary fur lined attire was never enough to keep you warm but instead of walking faster or rubbing your arms to scare off the cold, you decided to provoke the pigman. No better antidote for frostbite than a bit of entertainment, right?

“So, still on the business of betraying your friends Techno?”

The attractive clean-cut features of the pigman and his eternally stern expression never ceased to stun you, he glanced back at you with snowflakes sticking to his braided hair and no trace of a reaction in his face.

“Still letting everyone push you around y/n?”

Monotone, cold. Maybe the arctic had been the place for him all along

You could have quipped back, but there were so many things left unsaid between you, and there was still a long way to go

“I don’t let anyone push me around, I never have”

“aha”

Hot fury started rising up your throat, he was so unbothered by everything it was exasperating

“We trusted you, Tommy and Tubbo and Wil… we needed you Techno, I needed you! You were my friend and you betrayed me-”

The word friend felt foreign when spoken to him, but this was no time for introspection

“And you still haven’t learnt a thing! Be it Tubbo or Schlatt or even Wilbur, they’re the problem! The gov-”

You flinched at the mention of your dead friend and interrupted the man

“It never had anything to do with the fucking government Techno! We trusted you and you didn’t give a shit”

You blinked away angry tears and turned to face him, the frozen trail forgotten as you both laid raw statements on a creaking table built of long buried feelings

“Y’know, I always considered you the smartest of the bunch, guess you’ve proven me wrong”

“You are the one who hasn’t learnt! I’ve grown Techno, I have changed. You left our country a burning mess and you ran for the fucking hills! You never cared, you never...”

He opened his mouth to answer and closed it as you drifted off mid sentence

“That’s what you think? That I abandoned you because I didn’t care? They called me a war criminal! I’m a damn public enemy now y/n”

Furious tears ran down your cheeks leaving a frozen trail of bitterness

“I had no choice and I- well I wasn’t going to drag you with me! but I cared, I still do I think… about you at least”

A wolf howling in the distance was the only sound breaking the stillness

“You look cold, let’s… let’s just get you home”

“I am not cold, I-”

A particularly inhospitable breeze cut you off and Technoblade couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle at how you wrapped your arms around your midsection in a futile attempt to battle the snow, the usual threatening demeanor that had always intrigued the anarchist shattered and the softness underneath it nothing short of endearing. He could have stared at you forever, delicate and fragile under the northern sky, but your lips were turning blue and Technoblade wasn’t about to let all the effort of finishing off the enderman and walking up a mountain for god knows how long go to waste. Without uttering a word, he slipped off his red cape and draped it around your shoulders.

The red material was worn and soft and you let out a sigh of relief as the cloak started warming your body.

“Thanks”

Your voice came out a resigned whisper and if it weren’t for the eternal silence of the landscape around you, Techno wouldn't have been able to hear it.

You hadn’t been looking for closure, you had wanted to provoke him, fishing for a reaction, a quip or an insult. In some twisted way, you had missed him.

Everything stayed quiet for a second. his normally virtuous hand still stuck in mid air, barely missing a grasp on the fur lining his cloak. You’d never paid much thought to The Blade’s height, but now, as he towered over you, close enough that you could hear him breathe, you wished you’d taken Eret up on that platform boots shopping trip invitation years ago.

Technoblade was much less preoccupied with your height difference and more concerned with the fact that you were possibly the most enchanting person he’d ever laid eyes on. He wondered if he’d noticed before --while you rotted away together on the dimly lit cavern they had insisted on calling a nation--, how your eyes were prettier than the moon; brighter and fuller and bewitching in every sense of the word.

He wondered if a million multicolored polar lights would ever be as hypnotic as the coat of frozen dew that laced your eyelashes and made them shine like stars under the rays of the dusk. In a reckless motion, Technoblade reached his hand and wiped a stray shortleaf that had landed on your cheekbone, he watched in awe as you leaned against his touch.

Neither of you spoke, neither moved an inch, too scared of shattering the fragile tension outstretched between you.

Later, when trying to recall this moment, neither of you could decide on who leaned in first, but when your frostbitten lips met for the first time the world seemed to blur, or, perhaps, you finally started to see clearly.

Techno’s right hand cradled your cheek and his left traveled shy and trembling to your neck, carefully deepening the kiss. you melted onto his embrace with a small gasp, both hands pressed firmly against his chest treasuring the feeling of his beating heart against your skin.

His lips were ice and tasted like the night and his mouth was burning hot and desperate and his breath was shaky and the snow was falling heavier than before but it was fine, any trace of cold had long banished and the rhythmic melody of synchronized heartbeats melted the snow before it reached the ground.

You kissed for what could have been hours of long minutes or short fused seconds with no one but the stars and the moon and the ice as witnesses.

When you opened your eyes and looked up at Techno, his cheeks were flushed a dark crimson and he was blinking fast, all pink shadows and golden angles against the white. Lean and powerful as he’d always been and suddenly; forgiving him appeared to be a rather tempting option.

ANIME TECHNO GO BRRR

I feel like this came off a bit rushed but I really loved this request and wanted to finish it up as quick as posible.

Masterlist should be up soon and I am opening an anon list if you're interested :^)

have a lovely morning/day/evening/night <3

#lily of the valley #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #techno x you #techno x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade fic #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x you #dream smp x reader #mcyt #dream smp #🩰 anon

[muselin]

TXT Soobin NSFW alphabet

Kinktober 2021 Day 6 🍁🎃

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

Practical with his aftercare. He'll get you water, change the sheets if need be. He'll give you a sweet kiss goodnight but don't expect pillow talk, he's out like a light after that.

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

On himself his shoulders. On his partner - total boob/chest man. If he could live with your nipples in his mouth 24 hours a day, he totally would. He might do this even in a nonsexual way, he's addicted.

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

He's not very messy about it but he loves to cum inside you. Someone say breeding kink? Soobin's got you. In fact if he doesn't cum inside you in some way, in your pussy, mouth or ass, it's a waste to him.

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

His dirty secret is that he has far more dirty fantasies than he wants people to think. He's a closeted perv and a freak and his pure image is nothing but a burden a lot of the time.

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

He has a good amount of experience for his age. 2-3 partners. Definitely knows his way around the bedroom and is equally happy with someone less or more experienced than him.

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

Missionary with variations. Loves being in control and loves being able to see your boobs/chest as he's railing you, and having free access to squeeze, to tweak your nipples or bend down and suck on them as he goes.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be a little goofy during foreplay but once you start moaning seriously, it's on. He doesn't like to break the spell, he keeps it up with dirty talking.

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

Trims once in a while but usually lets it be.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Soobin has a tight grasp of his emotions and he's used to being in charge. Sex is sex to him and he doesn't always have an easy time being open and vulnerable during it, he usually shows love in other ways outside the bedroom. He loves it when his partner is intimate and comfortable with him and he tries to reciprocate but it's just one of those things that doesn't come very naturally to him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Man has needs even if you're not around and is not shy one bit. 3-4 times a week.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Light torture. You pissed him off at lunch? Well at dinner you are sitting with a vibrator in you and he's got the remote. You're doing overtime at home? You're doing it topless with clips on your nipples and he's got the chain attached to them. Expect no mercy from this man.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Mostly at home, but his favourite place is those forgotten storage closets around Music Bank. Yep. Soobin's worked there long enough to know when he can sneak you in, where no one uses the rooms, where to get the keys, and when there's breaks in the program and no one would miss him. He likes a safe risk, so to say, and the small possibility of someone looking for him and knocking on the door of the room where you're fucking is very exciting for him. Best quickies of your life.

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

Your confidence at first, and then shattering it by wrecking you in bed. Soobin likes a genuinely confident partner as this tells him they can handle him being in charge without it causing any real issues. It's a big turn on for him that you think you're in charge at first because he gets to prove you wrong and watch you realise that he OWNS you.

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

Soobin doesn't like to share. He has a jealous streak and would not initially agree to any partner swapping, threesomes or similar. If you manage to get him to do it at all, it would take a whole lot.

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

Loves when you give him head. Loves to guide you through it, hands in your hair, pushing your head further to make you take more or him. Not averse to making you choke on his cock either. He likes to give head too and he's good at it but tends to reserve it as a reward.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and often rough. Soobin doesn't come to mess around. If your legs are not shaking by the time he's done with you then he's going again.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves them. Doing it in public is a turn on for him and quickies are usually the way to go there. Oftentimes there's a competition of who can cum first.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Soobin is capable of leaning into the BDSM side a little and will try a lot of things as long as you're into it and he's in charge. He doesn't take big risks so he's not too bothered if something doesn't work out because there are always other things to try.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Two rounds at a stretch. Soobin has good control of himself and will last a long time the first round, but going hard as he does, it takes it out of him so the second round is a push.

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

Pretty big collection and varied - dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps and chains, a flogger or three. Mostly used on you but if he's feeling extra horny and generous he might make use of them on himself as well and let you watch.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease and torture. No reservations, except it doesn't last too long because what he actually wants to see is you getting wrecked and he'll up in the intensity quickly to achieve that.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Soobin is quiet but that doesn't mean he's not expressive. He will usually hum blisfully when he's feeling good, some gruff moans and a hiss of pleasure here and there. His face will definitely show you if he's having a good time.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Cockwarming. If he's tired but still being a 6'1" little shit and wants to torture you, you'll have your evening TV time with his cock inside you while he sits comfortably watching his show. And when you're mewling and begging him to move and just do something, he'll finally turn the TV off.

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

Definitely doesn't disappoint. Boi is fucking tall and his cock is proportionate in that way. 6"-6.5", slightly on the thinner side.

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

A little above average. Up for it most days of the week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quickly, after he's made sure you're okay and the bed is in a usable condition.

#soobin smut #txt smut #txt soobin smut #txt soobin #choi soobin #muselin kinktober #muselin kinktober 2021

[1-800-amortentia]

nsfw alphabet: james potter edition

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

He’s so lovie after sex. baths, you got it. cuddles, 10000%, and sweet kisses. also LOTS of praising.

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

he is a thigh guy, and you can fight me on this. he also ADORES your legs and your stomach

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

he’s not really kinky when it comes to cum (i giggled writing that bye-)

he’ll happily cum inside you or on your stomach.

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

he loves, and i mean LOVES when you make him jealous just so he can fuck you silly.

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

he’d say he’s experienced, but he’s really not, he’s maybe hooked up with two other people while he was intoxicated. but that doesn’t mean he’s not the best lover you’ve had ;)

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

missionary, more specifically, with your legs on his shoulders. also adores fucking you in front of mirrors (dressers, body length mirrors) so he can force you to watch yourself come undone because of him

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

he’s serious when it’s jealous or makeup sex, but if it’s for fun, then he constantly cracks jokes. i feel like he’d be the type of person to have full on conversations with you while your fucking.

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

he takes just as much care of the hair downstairs, as he does the hair upstairs. enough said.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

he can easily slip into dom-space when he’s seriously in the moment, but other than that’s he’s definitely very loving. you’re his perfect angel baby and he’d never want to hurt you physically.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

once you started dating, his hand was practically dead to him. if he’s horny he comes to you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

his usuals are mommy kink, brat taming kink, size kink, sir kink, and praise kink.

sometimes if he’s angry and jealous, he spits in your mouth, but that’s rare.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

usually his or your dorm. if one of the marauders flirts with you, he will happily fuck you in their bed.

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

you acting like a brat, wearing skirts and knee socks really gets him going. when you kiss his jaw or chest, or when you play hard to get.

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

nothing to hurt you physically, unless you wanted that. i feel like he’d refuse to slap you. he’d probably cry.

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

loves, loves, loves eating you out. so much. he feels like it’s the best way to show you how much he truly worships you as a person.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

he loves quickies, which are usually fast. but if your making love, he defiantly is slow and sensual unless you ask for him to speed it up.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

loves that shit so MUCH. broom closet, done. slug horns classroom, yeah that happened. he loves it so much. especially when he send you back to class a mess.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

once again, he loves public stuff. he loves when you get caught too.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

usually, he’ll go for 2-3, but if he’s upset, he’ll overstimulate you over and over until your crying.

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

he let you peg him once.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’ll tease you during class or around other people. once he ate you out under a library table once while you talked to marlene and alice about a school project.

he loves when you tease him too.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

definitely a whimperer and a groaner. he’s usually pretty quiet and keeps it to a volume only you can hear.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he’d be down for a polyamorous relationship. he loves the idea of watching you get fucked by someone else as punishment.

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

he’s pretty tall, so i’d say he’s got at least 7 inches.

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

it’s pretty high for a guy his age. he’ll have sex with you whenever you’d like, and you do the same for him.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

definitely snores like 3 minutes after. once he’s cleaned you up and you’re comfortable, his job is done and he’s out.

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[selfcarecap]

Reader showing Peter how flexible she is just as joke but he gets a boner

oh my godkjbfhajnoj anon your mind-- that is the most Peter thing I’ve ever read, also I kinda disregarded the ‘as a joke’ part lmao. yooo I could not describe the way reader was moving help 😭😭😭, also by school I mean college idk and gym=cheer practice or whatever idk how that stuff works

-this is a repost of an old blurb-

“How was school today, baby?” Peter asks you, scooting closer to you beneath the blanket.

You’ve barely seen each other all week, so you’re staying at his for the night, currently cuddled up on the floor against the sofa, the last rays of sun shining through the window.

“Boring, except for gym at the end. Wait! I wanna show you something. Look what I can do now.”

Peter’s shoulders tense as you throw the blanket off yourself, getting up.

You fold your body in half to stretch first, hands touching the floor, and Peter’s just glad your backside isn’t facing him.

Usually Peter can keep it in his pants, like when he’s watching your cheer practise. Even last week when you were doing the WAP dance for a TikTok, he managed not to let you so effortlessly doing the splits and wiggling your perfect ass get to his head, or rather his pants.

But those instances were all in public and now it’s just the two of you, all alone.

“Pete, look!”

Peter most definitely looks as you lift one leg in the air so that it’s nearly parallel to your body; then you do a cartwheel, and to top it off you perfectly land in the splits.

You lift your arms in the air, and Peter applauds you.

As if you haven’t tortured him enough yet, you decide that you can do even better. So he has to watch you spread your legs so many times until you insist that your form is perfect and by then, Peter is hard.

How could he not - with you performing for him like that. Your pretty legs in the air, then spread out on the carpet. You do your little routine about ten times, so you’re a bit out of breath, face glowing and Peter’s sure his face is too, but for a different reason.

“You like it?” you ask him, plopping back down next to him, pulling some of the blanket over your legs.

“Mmhm,” he says with a tight-lipped smile.

You shrug it off, cuddling into his side. Peter backs away a little, so little that you barely notice.

Peter turns on the tv and you pout, “Thought we were just gonna talk and cuddle. You haven’t even told me about your day yet.”

You reach for his hand under the blanket, finding something hard in his crotch area instead.

He jumps back, pulling the blanket with him, looking at you with wide eyes and red cheeks, “That, that was my phone- in-in my pocket.”

You bite back a smile, watching as he pretends to get his phone from his pocket, even though you can see it lying on the table on the other side of the room.

“Pete, don’t worry.”

“Yeah but no- I’m not hard! That was just my phone um-”

“I never said you were hard. And your phone’s on that table back there.”

He turns around, never letting go of the blanket covering his crotch, ”Shit- I’m sorry. Okay, you’re right. I am hard, but I didn’t mean to. You were just doing your splits and everything, and you looked so hot that I couldn’t help myself,” he looks down in shame, his hands clamped over his lap.

“Why are you apologising?” you ask, watching his eyes go wide as you straddle him, “I’m glad my hours of stretching are paying off. It’s a compliment that you get turned on while watching me.”

“I always get turned on while watching you. But I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable. But now that I know you don’t feel uncomfortable - Can you also do a split on my d--”

“Peter!”

(But yes, of course you can, and you do)

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker #600 words #blurb #selfcarecap

[beneathstarryskies]

Hatake Kakashi NSFW Alphabet

Once again, I was bored so this was not a request. However, gotta shout out @actuallysaiyan because so many of these headcanons came from conversations we've had about Kakashi.

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

Anything you might want or need right after, Kakashi is here for you. He’s already getting you a glass of water and a washcloth before you even think to ask, and don’t even bother trying to get it yourself.

The cuddling and pillow talk while bathing in the afterglow is so soothing to him. He’s happy to lay beside you for hours just talking nonsense and playing with your hair.

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

On himself, Kakashi doesn’t have much of a preference. He has noticed how much you like tugging on his hair when he’s got his face buried between your thighs and he likes that shit so much.

Kakashi can’t choose between your tits or your thighs. He loves laying his head on both while you play with his hair or rub his back. He also likes to have his face buried between both parts. Don’t make him choose.

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

Kakashi is really happy to cum wherever you would prefer him to do it. He doesn’t have a preference because as far as he’s concerned it’s a win no matter what. You look good with his cum painting your skin and it feels wonderful when you swallow. Cumming inside of you is very intimate, and he really likes that about it. However, for the same reason he likes it, he’d also probably be kind of shy about it at first. He would definitely ask about it and make sure you’re okay with it.

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

Kakashi reads smut in public. He doesn’t really keep his dirty secrets very secret.

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

Kakashi is more sexually experienced than one would assume. It’s always been casual and usually, he’s never seen them again. He tried to use sex to mend himself but found he just felt lonelier than ever. The thing that’s new to him is actual intimacy.

Again, he reads smut in public. He knows what to do. Not to mention he’s very perceptive and he will pick up on how you react to certain things easily.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Kakashi has a lot of positions he likes, but he does like any position in which you’re riding him. He’ll grip onto your hips to guide your pace, digging his short fingernails into your skin as he gets closer to cumming.

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

Kakashi can sometimes get nervous and crack silly little jokes, but for the most part, he tries to be more focused and serious.

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

Kakashi is not super hairy naturally. He does have a little silver happy trail leading into a small patch of darker gray pubic hair that’s just barely noticeable. It doesn’t require much grooming.

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

When Kakashi fucks you, he makes you feel as though you’re the only person in the whole world. He’ll whisper in your ear how much he loves you and how beautiful you are. Long, languid, open-mouthed kisses are frequent.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really jack off very much. Even when he was single, it just never did it for him. Sometimes when he feels stressed he’ll do it as a way to relax. Other than that, it’s just not something he does a lot.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Kakashi loves it when you wear lingerie for him, especially anything that’s lace or silk.

He’d also really like playing around with blindfolds, bondage, and overstimulation. He’d like for you to do those things to him just as much as he’d like to do them to you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His favorite place to do it is your apartment, but as for the specifics, he’s not picky. On the couch, kitchen table, bending you over the counter, in the shower, on the bed. He really doesn’t care.

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

Kakashi loves it when you whisper naughty things in his ear, especially out in public. He’ll think about it all day. Also, anytime you do something sweet/nurturing for him he would just want you immediately.

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

Kakashi isn’t huge on degradation. Also, he wouldn’t want to do anything to inflict pain on you and definitely wouldn’t want it done to him.

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

He loves to give you oral. He would stay between your thighs until you’re so overstimulated that your thighs are basically squeezing his head. He loves it, and he’s very good at it.

As far as receiving, Kakashi is mess as soon as your mouth is around him. He’ll be moaning and lightly thrusting deeper down your throat. His hands would tangle in your hair and he’d whisper, “Feels so good. So fucking good.”

He’s almost embarrassed by how quickly you can get him to the brink. The man is just so damn touch-starved, and he never gets enough. He’s pretty good about warning you when he’s about to cum, but sometimes his mind just goes blank.

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

He tends to be more slow and sensual. Of course, he has his moments where he just wants to bend you over the nearest surface and pound into you. This just isn’t his typical mood.

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

Kakashi prefers longer sessions, but sometimes they can be fun. Remember when he gave Team 7 the bell test and then he disappeared during lunch? Yeah, you were definitely having a quickie in the woods.

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

Kakashi kind of just likes what he likes. He’d be game to experiment, but he has certain boundaries he won’t cross.

As far as risks, it would really depend on what the risk is. Getting caught? Nope, he would die from the embarrassment. There’s a difference between reading Icha Icha in public and actually getting caught fucking.

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

Kakashi is kind of embarrassed because at first, he cums kind of quickly. He gets better about lasting longer as time goes on, but if you do things just right he’ll still cum quickly. He makes up for it by being able to go multiple rounds.

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

During your relationship, he’s accumulated blindfolds, rope, and a vibrator. He will happily use them on you, and let you use them on him as well.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is the biggest fucking tease. Kakashi loves teasing you and will do so for as long as he wants. You’ll basically have tears in your eyes begging him to fuck you or let you cum before he gives in. He’s very smug about it too.

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

He’s not very loud. He’ll let out some moans and mutter some dirty talk. Other than that, he’s pretty tame with noises.

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

If Kakashi has gotten a good night’s sleep (which is SUPER RARE) he will wake up feeling really horny. More than once you’ve woken up with him sleepily grinding against you.

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

Kakashi is about 8 inches long with average girth. He’s got a nice curve that allows him to easily hit all the most sensitive spots inside you.

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

Kakashi is depressed, so his sex drive isn’t always going to be the highest. More often than not, he’s yearning for touch and comfort more than he is sex. That being said, when he is horny he’s very horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Kakashi generally just doesn’t sleep well. So he’ll probably lay beside you for a couple of hours just listening to you breathe before he falls asleep.

#kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #naruto headcanons #not requested