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v-hope · 4 years ago

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»part nine - designated partner

»tiger flower

»jeon jeongguk x reader | college!au

not many people knew the shy guy who used to do everything alone in high school was the one to secretly leave flowers in your seat every week. you most certainly didn’t know the introvert guy you were just befriending in third year of college was the reason flowers meant so much to you now. and jeongguk? he most definitely didn’t know he would once again be silently aching for you to please love him.

a/n: so! two things! first, i won’t be updating on saturday :( i’m in finals season and the one i have on monday is the most stressful (to me at least lol) out of them all so ☹️ and second, i wrote a smol drabble for this! i hope you enjoy 💕 i’ll leave you with the drabble now 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

“Ugh, the food was so good” you gushed as you stepped outside the restaurant, zipping your black jacket up after feeling the cold air of the night hit your chest.

“It was” Jeongguk agreed with a small nod, digging his hands inside his jacket’s pockets as the two of you started slowly walking on the streets.

“And you know what I just discovered?” the cheeky tone of your voice had him raising his eyebrows in a signal for you to go on. “You become pretty chatty when you drink”.

He rolled his eyes, trying his best not to show just how shy your statement had made him — yes, even more than usual.

“Will I have to wine and dine you every time I want to have you speak like this?” you couldn’t help but jokingly add.

This time, he shook his head in amusement. “Can’t say I would be against it, to be honest...” his sheepish confession got a light giggle out of your mouth, drawing his eyes to you. “I’ve been talking more lately, though... to you, at least”.

“I know!” you agreed cheerfully, wiping a fake happy tear. “But today was way more than usual and I enjoyed it a lot”.

Jeongguk smiled at your statement — the fact of you enjoying his company making him happier than he could bring himself to understand. You were right after all, he had been more chatty than usual that day.

After getting a way better grade than you had been expecting to on the project that had brought you together to begin with, the two of you had followed through with your plans, deciding to go for dinner and drinks somewhere near campus, so you could both get to spend some quality time together and celebrate your achievement. And yes, the fact that he had been talking a little bit more than usual was partially because of the alcohol, but also because he had found himself feeling comfortable enough around you to just talk. About anything and everything.

Or well, about anything and everything but your loves lives, for some reason, which he couldn’t help but be thankful about, for, 1) his love life was absolutely non-existent; and, 2) the biggest romantic event in his life had been the whole weekly-flowers-in-your-table thing, and he felt like he would die if the topic was ever brought up — even more, if you ever found out he used to have quite strong feelings for you back in high school.

Putting that aside, never in his life would’ve he thought he would be spending time alone with you and not feel like he would faint any time.

He liked to think it was because you had made it very clear you wanted to be no other than his friend, and that, believe it or not, did take a huge weight off his shoulders; for it meant he didn’t have to try and act a certain way to impress you, to make you fall for him. He could be himself. And the fact that you actually enjoyed his company as it was, could only make him feel more at ease around you.

Still too caught up on his thoughts, he couldn’t help but be a little startled when you stopped in your tracks right as you were crossing a small bridge to get to the other side of the street.

“What happened?” he wondered, fixing his puzzled eyes on you as yours remained focused ahead of you.

“Look how pretty~” you cooed, pointing to one particular tree that was beautifully displaying a bunch of pink flowers — the lightning on the street only making the whole scenery more attractive to your eyes.

“Ah, I wish I had brought my camera” he lamented, just like you, intently admiring the image in front of you.

That earned a light chuckle from you. “Phones have cameras too, you know?” you teased him.

He pouted. “It’s not the same…”

Although his words had been pretty clear, he found himself not following them — pulling his phone out of his pocket right after, as the two of you got closer to the tree.

Laughing under your breath at his actions, you watched him quietly as he snapped a couple of pictures, admiring the way his eyebrows had furrowed ever so slightly and his lips unconsciously puckered up in what seemed like a small pout as he focused on getting the right angle.

And then, when you thought he was done and wouldn’t block his view anymore, you decided to get closer to the tree —right where its thin branches met the edge of the bridge— so you could admire its blooming flowers.

Now, any other time, you would’ve already been at it taking pictures of them, but, in all honesty, you trusted in Jeongguk’s skills way more than you did yours when it came to photography. You would just ask him for the pictures later.

With that thought in mind, you turned around to face him, right on time to realise he was still taking pictures — the way the phone’s camera was directed at you, however, letting you know his attention was no longer on the flowers, but on you admiring them instead.

“Oh? You took a picture of me?” you wondered, failing to realise how nervous that simple question had made him, for he was well aware of the a answer, yet didn’t know if you would like it. The wide smile that took over your factions at his silence, however, let him know you did. “Let me see!”

Excitedly rushing back next to him, you mindlessly held the phone that was still in his hands —oblivious to the way Jeongguk’s eyes fixed on your cold hands touching his warm ones— so you could take a closer look to the picture he had just taken of you with your back facing him, as you were way too focused on the pink flowers to even notice.

“Aww,” you cooed. “You could’ve taken this as your revenge to take a bad picture of me when I turned around, yet you took an actual nice one”.

He shook his head in amusement at your words, trying his best to conceal the smile that was threatening with taking over his factions. Not like he thought you could ever look bad if you tried to anyway.

“I’ll think of it next time you’re not paying attention”.

You lightly shoved him with your shoulder, squinting your eyes daringly at him yet not saying a word about it. You still kinda owed him anyway after having snatched a couple of casual pictures of him — ones that, although you genuinely thought he looked the cutest in, he would complain to you every single time he got the chance to.

After seeing his shy smile at your small, playful action, your eyes went back to the picture of you on his screen.

“If you’re not posting it, can you send it to me?” you asked, letting go of his phone before the two of you resumed on walking.

“I can post it?” he wondered.

“You’re seriously asking?” you said in disbelief. “It would be my honor”.

The way you had ever so dramatically said that, pressing a hand to your chest to emphasize your words, could do no other than have him let out at snort.

“Okay then… I’ll post it when I get home”.

You smiled, nodding your head in agreement. “I’ll be waiting then”.

Jeongguk smiled sweetly, not being able to bring his eyes away from you for a couple of seconds before shoving his hands back into his pockets as the two of you fell into a rather comfortable silence, enjoying the view of the still quite busy streets at night whilst you made your way to the one main street in which you would have to go different ways to get to your respective homes.

“So… this is where we part ways” you said over dramatically once you reached it, knowing well enough your places were in different directions from then on — thankfully, neither yours nor his being far away from that particular spot, considering how late it was.

“You sure?” he asked, causing your eyebrows to knit together in confusion. “I mean, I don’t have a problem with walking you home if you want…”

Your stare on him softened at the offer, and although you couldn’t help but smile, you found yourself gently shaking your head no. “It’s late, Jeongguk-ie. You should go home”.

“Exactly though… it’s late” he remarked; just like that, letting you know he didn’t quite like the idea of you walking home alone right then. “Really, I wouldn’t mind”.

You pressed your lips together, looking away for a brief moment towards the way you’d have to walk through before your eyes fixed back on his.

“That would make me feel safer, to be honest…” you sheepishly admitted. “Thank you”.

Jeongguk smiled, remaining silent and simply nodding his head for you to start walking and lead the way.

And although a part of him knew what you had meant was that having someone, if not anyone, to walk home with would make you feel safer, he couldn’t help but find joy in the thought of you feeling safe with him.

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waitingfortheendtocome · 4 years ago

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Deceiving Love

This was a request idea send so all credits for the idea goes to @me-goro Thank you for the request and I promise I’ll try my best :)

Request: Enemy to Lovers where Lou meets y/n for the first time while Lou’s trying to be sneaky because she wants to get information o but Y/N is unknowingly in the way of her getting it.

This is probably not going to be that many chapters maybe a few chapters, more or less fast pace. I tried to get it in a one shot but it would’ve been too long.

I’m so sorry is so long I couldn’t find a stopping point and wanted to get as much info out there as well as introduction for the first chapter. I promise I’ll try not to make them too long in the future lol. I’m bad at finding good ending spots as well as writing characters hating on each other LOL. Fair warning I went for the crashing into each other cliché to create a bad start between them LOL

I haven’t edited it completely so there might be grammatic error and for that I apologize.

Also this is my first Ocean’s 8 Lou Miller story so I’m sorry if this turns out bad 😅

Warnings: None yet except Cursing here and there. bad first impressions if you count that (is that under angst????)

Chapter One

~Lou~

Lou parked in front of the warehouse they had rented out for the job. They made sure to rent it out under a false name to avoid backtracking in case somewhere where to go wrong. They all took a flight to France for a job Debbie insisted they should do. She claimed it a really good job and the pay was good. Personally Lou didn’t needed the extra cash and rejected the job a few times over the course of a week before finally caving in due to Debbie’s persistence. Despite her agreeing she wasn’t happy and had been slightly grouchy she wanted to focus on running her club, upgrading it here and there to make it better and maybe open another club so she was very busy.

If she did this job she had to put all the plans on hold for a while which she was upset about. She had to hire a temporary manager to run her club while she was gone, hell even Tammy tried to tell Debbie to leave Lou be but according to Debbie they’ll get caught if Lou wasn’t there. Lou had been in a bad mood that day and saying a few things that would have hurt Debbie’s feelings if Debbie had been within hearing range only Tammy heard her and the two had a lengthy conversation which made Lou wish she had a strong drink which wasn’t wise thankfully Tammy made her feel better already sensing Lou’s sudden stress. Safe to say after talking to Tammy she agreed on the job better her helping Debbie than having all seven of her friends get caught and arrested. Debbie was more than happy at Lou agreeing to do this job something Lou noticed and had to admit made her happy.

They all walked in the warehouse and looked around except for Lou who walked confidently to a chair and sat down her long legs spread out in front of her. She had already came here a week ago to get the place set up for the team she even set up a spot for nine balls with the equipment the woman needed for the heist so she didn’t needed to explore or look around. Debbie grinned at Lou proud that Lou had set the place up already Lou looked up from her phone giving Debbie a smug smirk before she finished texting her temporary club manager. She put her phone away and looked up knowing the team had gathered and Debbie took the floor.

“So, what are we stealing? You guys haven’t told us.” Amita wondered

Lou lounged back shrugging, “Don’t look at me not even I know.”

“Yo, are they diamonds?” Nine Balls wondered

“Woah, wait you haven’t told Lou?” Constance wondered shocked

“I didn’t wanted her to try and back out if I told her.” Debbie informed them earning a snort from the blonde in question who shoved a piece of gum in her mouth

“Oh now we really wanna know, spill girl what is it?” Nine stated closing the lid of her laptop

Smiling satisfied that she got everyone's attention she turned on the screen projector stating, “Hear me out first.”

The screened turned on and an drawing of three jewels popped up and beside it another image of two crowns popped up. Lou studied the items quickly wondering what was so special about them besides the lack of photograph.

The necklace collar is large and is made out of pure gold hallmarked with roses and harps made out of diamonds put to gatherer alternately. They where tied together with knots made out of pure gold and topaz diamonds. The roses where made out of diamonds and rubies. In the center of the collar was an imperial Jeweled Crown crest surmounting a harp of gold and diamonds. There was a small writing that says they're suppose to be two of them one had the imperial badge crown and the other did not other than that both necklace collars where the exact same.

The second jewel was a Grand Master diamond badge. The badge looked like it was similar to the one hanging off one of the necklaces. the badge is made out of silver containing trefoil in emerald on a ruby cross surrounded by sky blue enamel with rose diamonds writing. The crowned harp was made out of Diamonds and Brazilian stones.

The third Jewel was a simple large star made of gold diamonds and brilliants. it consisting of eight points with four lesser issuing Centre enclosing a cross of ruby and a trefoil of emeralds surrounding a sky blue enamel circle with writing in rose diamonds. The crowns was made out of pure gold, diamonds among with other jewels spread out creating a rather elegant and luxurious pattern.

Lou looked at them than at Debbie and sighed shaking her head looking incredulous. The jewels in the first image where known as the crowned jewels and the crowns where royal crowns from who knows how long ago both of which were stolen at different times ages ago. Lou was very confused as to what Debbie was planning unless Debbie decided to change her profession to treasure hunter.

“Debbie what are those jewels?” Tammy wondered confused

“Yo, what’s with the lack of photo are we downgrading or something?” Nine pointed out

“No we are not downgrading these-,” Debbie began before she was interrupted by Lou

“Those are the Crown jewels that went missing in 1906. The crowns on he right where missing in 1799 both where never seen again.” Lou explained

Debbie nodded slightly surprised Lou knows about them, “Yes, you know what they are?”

“Duh! So Indiana Jones how the fuck are we looking for said jewels are we pulling a Lara Croft or something.” Lou stated sarcastically

“If you would have let me finish Lou instead of interrupting I would have said that there was rumors that the said jewels are no longer missing they supposedly are here in this city in their most popular museum. Unfortunately we need information in order to get it that one one has but probably one person without said information there’s no way we can find them.” Debbie explained

Rose became confused and spoke up shyly, “What are they worth, don’t we usually start off by saying how much the seven of us earn?”

Debbie grinned mischievously and looked at the group proudly, “Today, four-hundred million dollars in today’s money minimum we might easily be able to up the prices due to the simple fact that the they where all stolen long ago and thought to no longer exist.”

“You’re not telling us something.” Lou pointed out casually

Debbie pressed the button on the remote and three pictures popped up, two of them where of two men one older than the other and the third of a woman Lou had to admit was the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eye’s on. She honestly could care less about the pictures of the men she was focused on the woman. Lou noticed you smiled proudly, you eyes shinning with happiness. You where wearing an outfit that was business casual, your hair styled to suit your professional style you where going for. Lou’s eyes flickered to Debbie to find her staring at her smirking smug and Lou cursed softly at being caught she knew that look anywhere. Debbie smug looked at the group and stated casually.

“These three are the ones in charge the younger man is the owner and director his name is Richard Davis, the older man’s name is Liam Moore he is the Curator, and the woman’s name is Y/F/N Y/LN she is the registrar. One or two of them have all the information we need and we need to get it out of them to find it. It’ll be too risky getting it out of Richard Davis and even Liam Moore. Our biggest chances is Y/F/N, she is in charge of what goes in and out of that place. Her job is to literally keep track of all the object, records, authenticity and borrowings so if these jewels are heading to their museum they’ll be passing through her and it'll be her job along with Liam to put them away either on display and hide them.” Debbie explained

“Don’t forget that if she has good relation with the director he’ll be giving her special tasks involving Jewels.” Tammy added earning a nod from Debbie

“So, how do we get this information out of her?” Amita wondered

Debbie grinned eying Lou again earning a sharp glare from Lou which in turn caused Debbie to laugh and look at the confused group who was looking back and forth between them wondering what they missed.

“Well Lou will be getting close to the woman and try to get information out of her she has Lou’s type written all over.” Debbie told them smug

“Like she’ll tell me the information. ‘Hey Miss. Y/L/N where the fuck are you keeping the jewels my team wants to steal them’.” Lou hissed her tone dripping sarcasm

“Please, we need the information.” Constance pleaded pouting Lou narrowed her eyes only causing Constance to pout further finally earning a sigh in defeat from Lou who all but caved she can’t resist Constance pout and she knows it she has a soft spot for the girl.

“Alright, I’ll do it. That was a cheap shot kid,” Lou pointed out getting up earning a beaming smile in return. “How hard can getting information out of her be aren’t people working in museum are boring or uptight as fuck.”

Lou without a word left the building deciding to pay the place a visit she kind of hoped one of the other’s would go in and do that after all Lou’s job was to gather anyone working for them, stealing the objects, making sure everything is going according to plan and have backup plans in case something goes wrong among other things bribing information out of someone wasn’t one of them. Granted a very attractive someone but she wasn’t going to admit that to anyone. Lou sighed realizing is been too long since she’s gotten anyone in her bed and it was starting to show. Lou climbed on a car and drove off following the GPS directions.

~You~

You rushed into the building of your workplace cursing at yourself for forgetting to set up the alarm. You moved to France from your home after finally landing a job that you actually loved for a change. You’ve always been a fan art and Historical artifacts so you began working at a big historical museum in Paris.

You walked into the building passed security and across the huge building waving hi to the security guard. You walked straight to your office that's located towards the back of the building. You barely made it in when your boss who’s also the director and owner of the museum jogged up to you looking like a kid in Christmas and you know something must have happened to get him this excited. The two of you had been friends since you started working there, you where originally the tour guide to the place before he promoted you to the official Registrar of the museum.

"Y/N right on time, we need to talk about something important that just happened." He told you barely able to contain his excitement. You honestly wonder how this man is an adult and owns this place. He is like a child sometimes.

You quirked an eyebrow at him confused, "Sure, what is it?"

He pointed to your office door, "let's go to your office to talk privately. I don't want anyone to overhear.”

Nodding more confused, you opened the door and walked in with him behind you. He closes and locks the door, tugging you into the room making you more confused if possible. The both of you sat across from each other, you barely had the chance to ask again why he was so excited when he handed you two folded piece of paper. Looking confused you opened the first one and stared at it to find an old drawing of a three jewels. You looked confused when you saw it since it looked like a drawing of the jewels rather than an actual photo.

You looked up at your boss after you studied the two pages and the descriptions of the jewels along with what was used to create them. You remember hearing about these things going missing during a conversation you had with your coworker who was a guide here in the museum. When discussing missing jewelry or historical artifacts he had mentioned several different ancient royal jewels that had gone missing and mentioned these but you weren’t sure what this had to do with anything.

“Richard, do I want to know why you’re showing me these? These aren’t even in our museum I would know is my job to memorize anything and anyone that goes in or out of this place.” You wondered confused

He grinned excitedly, “Yes, They went missing centuries ago and we recently found them again and just so happens that they are secretly on their way here we wont put them on display of course.”

Your eyes widen in shock, “Really? How the hell did you find them?"

He shrugged grinning, "I honestly don't have a clue how they where found the important thing is I got my hands on them before anyone else did. The jewels where stolen and sold in the 1900s someone must have found them recently the crowns where destroyed but turns out they where stolen and hidden. That's as far as I know."

You nodded processing the information for a moment, "okay that makes sense sort of but wouldn’t they be prone to thieves though?”

He chuckled, “Yes, which is why I have a plan which is foul proof. I did not wanted us to suffer the same fate as the Toussaint so I’m going to change a few things here and there around this place but more importantly only you and I will have all the information and location.”

You shook your head at that. Being the only one with specific information only added more stress on you especially if you’re going to be put in charge of it which you knew you where based on the look you where given.

“I’m listening. What’s this infamous information.” you told him slightly sarcastic earning a chuckle

He looked satisfied with your reply and sat back explaining the importance of having the word not get out that those jewels where discovered. He went into greater details on how they where going to get them in the museum, how they where going to be hidden, secured and how they where going to up the security and his crazy idea of adding a few decoys in other locations when you asked why the decoy he looked at you sheepish and said he took the idea from the Met when it was discovered Klugger was wearing a fake so he was borrowing the idea just in case. After he was done explaining which took up an hour or so you looked baffled.

“This better not backfire on us.” you sighed and got up getting ready for work to distract yourself leaving a smug owner in your office.

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Most of the morning was uneventful and slightly dreadful. There was a tour by a Primary school which was stressful given how some of the kids wanted to run off on their own when their teacher and tour guide was not looking. At one point one of them almost knocked something over since they went past the security point forcing you to run and steady the item and pointing out to the teacher to keep a better eye on her students. You where of curse polite and respectful about it despite your patience being tested.

It wasn’t until the afternoon where everything started to go south. It was a lot busier an old lady freaked out believing that one of the old priceless painting was hers and tried to steal it not to mention she had a cane and smacked you with it a few times until she was escorted away from the area. You where pretty sure you where going to bruise a little. You could not help but wonder how does an old lady able to swing the cane that forcefully. So is safe to say you where in a really bad mood. You walked past the Egyptian wing and paused when you heard a childlike giggle. You walked over just in time to see yet another child trying to get past the safety line and getting inside the security glass. You ran over and stopped him before something tragic happened and fixed the glass. You couldn’t help but glare at the kid. The kid backed up but you grabbed his arm.

“Where are your parents?” You asked in a serious tone he didn’t say anything only pointed to the other side of the Egyptian wing. You walked him over to them to find them both on their phone you tapped their shoulder interrupting the careless parents.

“Yes?” the arrogant mother asked

“Is this your kid?” You asked trying to not sound rude and snap after earning a nod from both you spoke up before they can say anything, “Please keep your kid close to you I just found him nearly knocking over an artifact.”

The father took the kid and narrowed his eyes scolding his son for walking out of their side and misbehaving deciding to punish the kid by taking him home earning a temper tantrum.

“Bill don’t be harsh he didn’t mean it I’m sure we could have paid for the damages.” The mother scolded her husband

You rolled your eyes at that and said, “Yeah, ma’am keep him close and for the record neither of us can afford that thing. Instead of being on your phone how about showing your kid a good time if you payed attention to him he wont have any need to destroy the place. This is the third time I had to stop him.” you turned around and walked off not even bother with civility anymore.

You turned around and stormed off to keep an eye on the rest of the of the museum hoping nothing more will happen. You where in a bad mood and ready to go home. You walked around the corner only to collide with someone causing you to tumble back at that same moment you felt something cold splash all over you. Looking down you realized it was just water.

“Fuck. Watch where you’re walking.” the woman snapped

You glared up at her to find a pair of light blue eyes glaring right back you belonging to a tall platinum blonde woman. You looked down to find her shirt was also wet and she was holding a half empty cup.

“First of all watch where YOU’RE walking, second of all no cellphones and third off I wasn’t the one walking with a cup filled with what ever that was you’re not allowed to have liquids in this section only the lobby’s lounge area blonde.” You snapped right back

“What the fuck I was walking here you’re the one who crashed into me and be glad it was water and I’m allowed to take pictures what kind of fucking museum is this.” the woman snapped

You rolled your eyes, “That’s what bottles of water are for genius.”

That only pissed off the blonde even more, “First of all this use to be soda before I finished it and emptied my water in here second of all fuck you, you’re rude as fuck.”

Both of you glared daggers at each other clearly pissed off. Any other circumstance you would have admired how attractive and how her closed hugged her body just right but not right now. Right now you where actively glaring daggers' at her for being a rude bitch. Why the hell are the hot ones always rude and obnoxious. You wondered

You saw her unlocked phone and narrowed your eyes pointing to a sign, “You can’t take pictures in this section new rule only certain areas are allowed to have pictures taken put that phone away”

“What the fuck. First of all none of the other staffs have said shit the only uptight complaining is you second of all I only took some pictures.” The woman snapped

“I need to check your phone.” You told her. it wasn’t that you where out to get her but it was a rule and this particular area no one was allowed to take pictures ever since last year most museums and locations holding expensive items became more strict

“NO.” The woman all but growled

“I need to see it.” You said beginning to loose your patients you said hell with professionalism and snatched it looking through the pictures she took earning a protest trying to snatch it back and you stopped her with a sharp glare and grabbing her free hand. You found a few pictures of statues that are pretty heavy. You looked suspiciously at the glaring woman and handed her the phone back.

“We don’t allow phones anymore miss. Put that away.” you told her for the second time sharply

Lou glared at you not appreciating the bad treatment, “Why not the other museums allow it and I don’t appreciate having my phone snatched from me.”

“Not anymore. Blame the moron who decided team up with Klugger and steal that Toussaint necklace. Lucky them the insurance agent is dumb as fuck. No one allows phone anymore let along pictures being taken. Now either chug that drink or I’m snatching it with your phone and not returning them.” you warned and stormed off to try and clean up your top leaving a very pissed off blonde behind.

What the fuck is wrong with her? Fucking rude. You thought pissed off. You spoke sharply through your walky-talky’s earpiece to have someone clean up the spill and stormed off to your office deciding it was better do paperwork than to deal with guests.

~Lou~

It wasn’t until you stormed away when Lou realized you where the woman Debbie mentioned that had all the information and cursed at that.

Great, Getting information from someone like her will be nearly impossible. Lou thought glaring at the spot you where just in.

Lou stormed out of the building determined to get something out of you but knew it will be impossible since she knew you will probably keeping a close eye on her after that horrible interaction. Lou got even more angry when she remembered you boldly snatching her phone and probably erasing some of the pictures she had taken from the interesting objects there.

“Fucking rude uptight b.” Lou complained angrily while driving only to be interrupted by her phone. Lou drove towards the warehouse clearly pissed off evident in her feature, her posture was tense, her jawline clenched and she was gripping her steering wheel tightly. She chose to ignore the phone to annoyed to bother with answering.

#ocean's 8 #lou miller #debbie ocean #tammy #Amita #daphne kluger #constance #nine balls #lou miller x reader #lou miller/reader #Lou Miller x Reader Fanfic Request

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gogoseijoh · 4 years ago

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cigarettes - ukai keishin x reader

summary: you make sure keishin knows about your least favorite habit of his, and he thanks the universe every day for bringing you into his life

genre: angst, implied smut, fluff... just throwing everything out there lmao

word count: 1.8k

(a/n): i was not thoughts head empty trying to work on ‘losing’ so i took a break with this :) it’s kinda rushed but i like it and i hope you guys do too... i did not proofread sorry for any mistakes lol

You always waited up for him. It was one of Ukai’s favorite things about you. No matter what type of day he had, he could trust that when he scaled the stairs to the cramped studio apartment above the store, you would be there, in bed with either the TV on or a book in your hand, waiting for him to give you a kiss before you drifted off. You’d wait, even if he was just downstairs, taking care of some final things for the members of the volleyball club and cleaning the store. It didn’t matter how late it was or how many times he told you that you could go to sleep without him, you would always just hum and tell him to mind his own business, and that you would sleep whenever you wanted. Ukai would just chuckle and press a kiss to your forehead, savoring the fact that you cared enough about him to sacrifice your sleep schedule. There had been a lot of late, stressful nights for him lately, but you still kept up your promise. However, he did sometimes forget something extremely important to you.

Ukai had made it a habit since you moved in together to keep a travel-sized bottle of mouthwash or a pack of gum in his pocket, along with a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. You made your disdain for kissing a smoker, and the fact that he smoked in general, clear when you started dating, and before you had started living together, he was largely able to abstain from smoking around you and just keep to vigorously brushing his teeth before any time he was seeing you. Moving in together, though, made it clear to him that he would have to take extra precautions to make sure his breath didn’t repulse you out of wanting to kiss him. He did his best, but sometimes it slipped his mind after he finished off his last cigarette while closing up the store. He’s make the mistake of giving you a deep kiss, just for you to grimace and insist on slipping out of bed to brush your teeth again. This was one of those nights.

You had smiled when you heard the jingling of his keys unlocking the door, and it only widened when the door creaked open and the blonde let out a raspy, “Hey, sweetheart.” Once he locked the door, he made his way over to you with a lazy grin on his face, a sign that his day had been a good one, and leaned down for a kiss, only for you to recoil before his lips could touch yours. Your pointer finger met his lips, and you grimaced, “Keishin.” He instantly backtracked, reaching the bathroom door and grabbing his toothbrush from it’s holder, squeezing a copious amount onto the bristles to make sure the taste of smoke would be gone.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he sighed, beginning to brush his teeth, “One uf deez days uh warnt s’ip upf.” His speech was garbled as he finished his proclamation that you had heard many times before in between strokes of the brush. He turned towards the sink, catching you shaking your head with a concerned look on your face behind him. You sat up in bed, pulling your knees up and wrapping your arms around them. He finished with a furrowed brow, spitting into the sink and washing off his toothbrush. Your face was hidden in your legs as he made his way back to your side, hand coming to the back of your head to stroke your hair, “What’s wrong?” He wasn’t expecting the tears in your eyes when you looked up at him. He instantly toed his shoes off, slipping behind you on the bed and pulling you back into his chest. This was always how he comforted you, knowing that you liked to lean back and listen to his heartbeat and feel the vibrations of his chest as he spoke to you. You nuzzled into his neck, and he could feel your tears wetting his skin. Ukai was completely lost in that moment. When he walked in, your smile had been so bright and contagious, so how had you gotten here within just a few minutes. He turned his head, planting gentle kisses on the crown of your head as you cried. He pushed your shirt up and before you knew it his arms were settled around your waist, knowing that when you were upset, nothing comforted you quite like skin to skin contact. It wasn’t much, but it must have been enough, because your sobbing turned into sniffling within minutes.

You lifted your head from his neck and turned in his arms, straddling his lap and taking his face in your hands. He grinned, pulling you even further into him, “Hi, pretty.” You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his, just wanting to breathe in his air. Your silence was deeply concerning, because you were never one to hide from your feelings, and he spurred you on slowly, “(y/n), what’s going on? Did you have a bad day?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head, “No, Keishin, I’m just worried about you.” The sadness in your eyes was legitimate, and it only grew as you continued, “I just, I don’t know, you’ve been smoking a lot more than usual. I know you’re stressed, but still, it’s not healthy. You know I hate that you smoke.” Ukai opened his mouth, but no words came out, but yours didn’t stop, “I don’t want to lose you, Kei. We’re getting married. We’re going to be starting a family, and I want you to be around to see all of it. I already hear you coughing sometimes, and it’s scary.”

As he looked up at you, Ukai felt something within him stir. Again, he had known that you didn’t like his smoking as long as he’d known you, but he didn’t know that it was bothering you so deeply. You sometimes made sarcastic comments to him about it, but nothing this serious. You must’ve been holding this in for a long time, and Ukai’s heart fell into his stomach. He didn’t realize how much he was hurting you. One of his hands came up your back to cradle your head, hugging you so closely he thought you might lose the ability to breathe, but you only wrapped your arms around his neck, cheek to cheek with your fiance. Ukai murmured into your hair, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you like this.” You were so small in his arms, mostly from the emotional exertion of finally letting out your worries. Ukai continued, “I was focusing on the wrong part of the problem. I need to work on it.”

“I do appreciate you taking care of your breath, though,” you whispered, trying to break the tension with an attempt at a joke, “I’ll do anything to help you quit, Keishin. I love you so much.” You pulled back from his embrace, looking in to his gorgeous eyes in wonder.

His lips curled into a smile, “I love you more.” You suddenly leaned in, capturing his lips with yours. It was a slow, deliberate kiss, all of the passion you felt channeled into it. He couldn’t help but groan into it, feeling how soft your lips were against his. You were so sweet to him, so kind and so much more than he thought he deserved. You had assured him multiple times that you were with him because you loved him, and he was the absolute perfect man for you. He had won your affection a very long time ago, but he still found himself wondering at times why you had chosen him. When Ukai had first begun to like you, so had Shimada, and it became a sort of competition to see who could woo you first. It was futile for Shimada in the end, because anyone who came close to you and Ukai could see how much you liked each other. Ukai liked you because you were both strong and soft, keeping him on his toes with your witty comments and drawing him in with every giggle and grin you gave. You were just as whipped. You loved his hair, often helping him with touch ups, and you loved his voice, the tone always soothing you. Shimada had given up as soon as he saw it, that spark between you that lit the world around you on fire. When you were together, your smiles couldn’t be broken, and it was contagious.

Keishin knew he couldn’t let you go no matter what, so four years after you started dating, he proposed. It was simple, just a question he asked so casually that you could’ve missed it. You had been wrapped up in bed one morning, sheets tangled with your legs and your back pressed to his bare chest, soaking in the feeling of his warm skin. It was still dark, but you had woken up when he had tried to get out of bed, and you were quick to pull him back down. He told you that he had to open the store, but he couldn’t resist staying longer when your lips met his, not caring about any morning breath. That kiss quickly turned into his quick hands traveling down your body jokingly saying, “If you’re keeping me here, I gotta get something out of it.” That was just a front. There’s nowhere else in the world he wanted to be. The afterglow was spectacular, both of you breathing deeply and covered in the sheen of a light sweat. You were happy that you got him to stay a little longer, but you knew he had to go, so you turned in his arms and gave him one last kiss. You hummed, “Go get dressed, Kei. I don’t want your grandma to yell at you again, and more importantly, I don’t want to get yelled at.” You went to pull away, but Ukai didn’t release you, looking at you in a way you had never seen before. Before you could question it, he spoke quietly, “Marry me, (y/n).” You froze, eyes wide in disbelief. He continued, “I’m serious. I want to marry you. Will you marry me?” You said yes.

Ukai couldn’t believe you said yes, but then again, here you were moved in to his tiny apartment a few months later with your wedding three weeks out. You did so much for him. How could he not notice how much his smoking bothered you? This is the least he could do, and he logically knew it wasn’t healthy. You were right about the prospect of a family, too. Ukai wanted to be there for you and your future children as long as possible, and if he kept smoking, that wouldn’t happen. He didn’t really care how difficult it would be, because it would be completely worth it to be in your life a long time. What could be more perfect than being able to grow old with the love of his life? The next day when he was researching the best ways to stop smoking, he couldn’t think of a single thing better.

#ukai x reader #keishin ukai x reader #haikyuu!!#ukai keishin x reader

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the-writing-mill · 4 years ago

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assassin au with the "making a deal to save the other" and jangobi?

Okay, this one’s actually even a bit longer than the other one, so it’s going under a read more lol

Jango is a merc/bounty hunter/assassin guy, Obi-Wan is an information broker with an editing cover job and a “rental property” to embezzle money

These two have never met, and have no idea about each other’s identities beyond knowing their underground reputations, until Jango is hired to assassinate Obi-Wan’s little brother, Anakin

Obi-Wan is visiting Anakin for the weekend on the day of the planned assassination, and notices things are a little off, setting off all of his learned criminal world/underground alarms

(Anakin, btw, is a part time mechanic, part time engineering student. Obi-Wan has very carefully kept the boy out of his world since becoming Anakin’s official guardian after their adoptive father, Qui-Gon Jinn, died in an accident)

Obi-Wan gets paranoid enough after spending an evening with Anakin that he fakes a pillow body in the guest room and sets himself up in the living room to guard

This is somewhat fortunate for him when an apparent burglar (who moves much too professionally and dangerously) breaks in through a window near silently

Jango barely has half a second of realizing something’s up before being side tackled

The fight is pretty intense, if odd for being so quiet, since they both coincidentally don’t want Anakin to wake up (at some point Obi-Wan manages to get Jango’s ski mask off)

In the end, Obi-Wan ends up pinned under Jango, hands restrained above his head, knife against his throat, straddled

Jango grumbles sardonically about how Obi-Wan couldn’t make Jango’s job easier and just sleep through the night and call the police in the morning, tipping Obi-Wan off to the man being there for Anakin instead of him

Obi-Wan is, of course, a self-sacrificing idiot and gets Jango’s attention by wondering out loud about what a small-time mechanic going through school could have done to get a high-level assassin sent after him

(Jango’s plan, as Obi-Wan has figured out, was to stage a break in/burglary and wake Anakin up and kill him in the resulting “fight” to make it look like the burglar had killed Anakin in the heat of the moment)

With the man under him clearly having figured out too much, Jango decides he’ll have to kill him too, but first thinks it’s worth learning what gave him away

There’s a bit of back and forth until Obi-Wan is able to piece together who exactly Jango is (should his assassin name be Mythosaur? I think that would be fun and the “myth” bit can refer to his work being so subtle and Jango being such an unknown outside of his assassin rep)

Now, someone figuring out exactly who Jango is an even bigger no-no, so Jango goes right for the kill

Jango doesn’t manage to kill Obi-Wan before Obi-Wan offers a deal (didn’t think I’d take “making a deal to save the other” this way, did you?)

Jango’s pressing a blade into Obi-Wan’s neck enough to draw blood but finds himself intrigued enough to let the man talk for another few seconds (Obi-Wan really is quite the negotiator)

Obi-Wan offers free information for life, basically, and to be support for a set number of missions a year. In exchange, Jango won’t kill Anakin and will let Obi-Wan find Jango’s client and kill the client to nullify the contract (and prevent Jango’s rep from being tarnished)

It’s an utterly absurd proposal but also clearly made with knowledge of the underground, so Jango of course asks who Obi-Wan thinks he is to make that kind of offer

Jango finds himself reluctantly impressed by Obi-Wan’s identity (I have no idea what his underworld identity is, but I don’t it to be “The Negotiator”) and finds himself considering the deal, which Obi-Wan catches onto and he manages to convince Jango

(Part of the final deal includes the fact that Jango technically has two more months per his contract to carry out the hit. If Obi-Wan can’t find the client by then, Jango will kill Anakin anyways. Obi-Wan is desperately confident that he can do it, despite Jango having basically zero info beyond the contract and a clearly shell company in Hong Kong to wire the money to)

Jango gets Obi-Wan to give him a glut of information over the next few weeks, to the point of them spending a few hours in a private booth/room in a very private club so Obi-Wan can safely give it all to him. Obi-Wan is both desperate to meet expectations and tries his best; and is also very annoyed at getting pulled away from hunting down who’s trying to kill Anakin and therefore sasses Jango quite a bit.

Obi-Wan is really having trouble figuring out who wants to kill Anakin, finally giving in and starting from the other end, Anakin himself. Why would someone want to kill Anakin? Specifically why would the sort of person who can find and hire Jango want to kill Anakin? This is in some ways even harder to figure out, but Obi-Wan has many more leads and information to access

After a few weeks of this dynamic, the first change is when Jango and Obi-Wan end up complaining about a mutual acquaintance during an info drop off, which leads to more mutual bitching

Then Jango drags Obi-Wan across the country (we’re just going to assume we were in like… NYC or Chicago before) to assist him in another assassination in LA

Obi-Wan is somewhat tempted to get Jango caught, since that would be an easy way to save Anakin, but decides against it for multiple reasons (including a few that he will not yet acknowledge, including developing fondness for Jango and, even worse, the first few seeds of trust)

So instead of going to prison, Jango returns from a smooth assassination to an already half-drunk Obi-Wan, shirt very scandalously unbuttoned halfway down

The have a nice night of just drinking and relaxing and then wake up the next morning curled around each other in bed (they didn’t have sex, as the lack of certain types of soreness and their clean, still on, pants from the night before prove. But they still have the knowledge and a few sensations of sleeping together with their guards down)

When they get back, things are a little awkward, but it’s fine, they’re professionals, so they’ll keep meeting to keep up their deal. Obi-Wan keeps giving Jango any info he wants, and they keep accidentally falling back into their habits of doing things like complaining about mutual acquaintances who annoy them

Obi-Wan is also making some headway with investigating who wants to kill Anakin, finding many questionable decisions on Anakin’s part, especially regarding friends/social circle, but not anyone who would be able to hire Jango that would dislike Anakin

With about a week and a half left, and leads running out, Obi-Wan starts to freak out a little, which Jango notices, which in turn makes Jango realize that he doesn’t like Obi-Wan being stressed out and afraid and tense and looking at Jango like he’s a cat about to pounce on a wounded canary

But Jango also puts work before all else so when he has another job (coincidentally in the same city), Jango drags Obi-Wan with him, unfortunately making the mistake to literally bring Obi-Wan with him

When Jango starts cursing about the job going to hell part way through a shoot-out, Obi-Wan casually comments that it’s not even that bad, prompting a sass battle between the two of them while they’re still fighting their actual opponents where Jango realizes that Obi-Wan, as brilliant as he is, has the worst on-the-ground luck ever

In the end, they win, with a very damaged, limping vehicle that they, for handwavey reasons, need to get to some spot that the car won’t make it to as is. Thus, they have to go slide into the mechanic shop Anakin’s working the graveyard shift for

Obi-Wan really does hate, in many ways, finally having his two worlds collide, bringing Jango and the shot-out car directly to Anakin, and is almost distracted from how bad he feels about it when Jango tries to comfort him

Jango is, thankfully, a very good actor, and Anakin is a bit oblivious. He very easily starts clumsily probing Jango about what Obi-Wan and Jango quickly figure out Anakin thinks is a romantic relationship between them (and, to be fair, Obi-Wan has been acting strange, and spending much more time “with a friend” in the past two months or so)

At some point, Obi-Wan gets so uncomfortable with the idea that he and Jango are in a romantic relationship that he makes what is, to him and Jango, a mistake, and draws attention to the bullet holes again

Jango vaguely looks like he wants to kill Obi-Wan while Anakin casually explains it’s not that big of a deal, although he might have to find a better patch if this sort of thing keeps happening

This stops any murder plans Jango was making, and any counter plans Obi-Wan was making in favor of carefully probing Anakin to figure out when else he had fixed a bullet ridden car

Anakin reveals pretty easily that his engineering school’s dean, Sidney Palpatine (Sidney=Sid-=Sidious lol) had dropped in about two and a half months ago with a car in similar condition. As well as a few other people that Anakin describes well enough for Jango and Obi-Wan to identify as members of a local crime organization and a private army (like Blackwater/Academi), as well as mention a weird package in the trunk

This is clearly the who and why for Jango getting hired to assassinate Anakin, but they both play it cool until Anakin’s done and they can go on their way to drop off the vehicle

Cue Obi-Wan having a panic attack, which freaks Jango out quite a bit, since he’s so used to Obi-Wan being very calm and controlled and not showing vulnerability. Obi-Wan even gets outwardly angry

Cue Jango’s “oh. Oh.” moment

Jango basically drags a near catatonic Obi-Wan back to the apartment he’s been staying in and drugs him to sleep (in Jango’s mind, if Obi-Wan was too out of it to notice a drugged drink, then he clearly had no more business staying awake)

By the time Obi-Wan wakes up and starts panicking, less than yesterday (thanks to a good night’s sleep), Jango has some basic information on the legal and illegal lives of Palpatine, and a few half-formed assassination plans

Jango also has toast. Which he makes Obi-Wan eat. Obi-Wan grumps about not having been forced to eat breakfast since he was a teen. Cue a small sassy back and forth that further calms Obi-Wan down

Jango offers to kill Palpatine for free, which startles Obi-Wan because that is not how the criminal underworld works. Jango half-heartedly puts forth some logic about how Obi-Wan succeeding with their deal means that Jango gets to keep the best information broker on his side. Obi-Wan can tell that that isn’t all, and recognizes that Jango is probably being kind, but won’t outright admit it

They eventually decide on a plan where Anakin will bring Obi-Wan with him to go visit dean Palpatine who he’s friends with, and that Obi-Wan will bring some poisoned tea in a travel to mug to share. Anakin will refuse the tea, being Anakin, and Obi-Wan and Palpatine will both drink the poison. Obi-Wan will have the antidote (either disguised as something innocuous or to be taken during a bathroom break) and cure himself before there are any symptoms, leaving Palpatine to die of what will look like a natural heart attack

The plan goes awry, due to Kenobi luck, when Anakin accidentally has them barge in while Palpatine is meeting with another criminal. Cue a fight in the office, a secret passage, and more criminals to fight while Jango scrambles to get to the new location to help

Obi-Wan manages to actually word his way into delaying their defeats and deaths until Jango gets there. Jango manages to take out about half of the enemies before he gets defeated/captured as well

At this point Obi-Wan tries to make a deal again, to save Anakin and Jango. It seems to work/Palpatine seems interested, only for him to pull the rug out and basically say he’ll be either killing all three or making them wish they were dead, including some conjecture about Obi-Wan’s looks (aka sexual slavery)

Cue Jango getting incensed enough to break free again and start fighting again. He gets to Obi-Wan, frees him, and thus ensues a battle couple take down from the cheesiest of action flicks

In the end, Palpatine is the last one standing. Before either of them (or Anakin, who is beginning to get over his shock) can kill Palpatine, he runs away. Jango, Obi-Wan, and a confused Anakin give chase, stopping at the end of an alley as they realize that Palpatine has been hit by a bus

Jango and Obi-Wan drag Anakin through a convoluted path back to Obi-Wan’s apartment and confirm that, yes, Palpatine died. Jango and Obi-Wan quickly confirm that there’s nothing linking them to the crime scene (Palpatine had told his secretary that Anakin and Obi-Wan had left out the back when he realized he was going to have to kill them, giving them an alibi)

Obi-Wan and Jango tell Anakin a mostly true story and prod Anakin to decide to go back to [insert some place here] and live with some half-distant bio relatives (the Lars family), maybe finish his degree online

Cut to a few months later, Obi-Wan is reading an update text from Anakin before Jango comes into the room. Obi-Wan gives him a good luck kiss before sending Jango out to his job, reminding him that “I’ve always got your back”, Jango responds in kind, Obi-Wan accepts this/informs Jango that he knows before letting Jango drag him into another kiss

#assassin deals AU #Kenfetti #Jangoobi #Jangobi #Obijango #asks #ask meme thing #Anonymous

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tsubaki3192 · 4 years ago

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250+ Follower HCs! Spending Time With Their Kids [Nobunaga, Kenshin, Yukimura

Requested by: @nad-zeta

Aww Thank you so much Love! <3

Yuki added on her request! :3

Warnings: .... YUki’s became crack I’m so sorry... so I’m putting that at the beginning lol

Tags underneath cut! Let me know if you wanna be (un)tagged! :3

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Yukimura:

a…. Girl?

Hmm… I dunno. Haven’t put much thought into this one. But it’d be funny if his child was a girl.

He… Doesn’t know how to react to his baby girl.

Maybe it’s bc he has no idea how to treat her, but when she’s a baby, he does talk and interact with her more

Okay, let’s timeskip to the future and your daughter is now…. 7.

Yukimura probably has a tendency to avoid girls other than MC, and I think that also goes with his daughter… Not because he doesn’t like her, but because he has no idea how to care for her.

She grows up with a ton of toys… But….

QUESTION WHY ‘Daddy won’t spend time with me’

YOU’RE LIVID- Tbh, I would smack him for that and Shingen or Sasuke wouldn’t even be able to hold her back, and Kenshin would be impressed….

He does end up spending time with her tho.

It’s awkward at first

And then he opens up, even if he’s grumbling about the messy makeup and mess at the end of the day.

It’s not surprising that since Yuki wasn’t in her life, she usually goes to Shingen for help bc he’s been so open

Yuki actually cries at that, but only with you… there was this one time she actually caught him crying, so she started crying and it became this mess of “Stop crying” “no u-”

They bond pretty quickly after that lol

LOts of outings and helping Yuki to sell goods :3

Any piggy backs

Yes.

Lots of piggy backs

He has become so cute wtf

Kenshin:

A boy…. then a girl... I think.

So I stan an overprotective father here for his daughter, in the very least.

That’s not because his son is ‘too weak’- It’s the fact that culturally and in that time period, he’s supposed to be the stronger one.

Kenshin teaches him the art of sword-fighting from the age of 5, but soon realises that he’s much more into Senbon and, well… Flowery stuff. It’s good, in a way, since his son has quite the feminine face shape and your eyes. It’s a very good thing, actually. He’d make a successful ninja-

So that’s what he becomes, xD

Together with Sasuke, Kenshin trains him in the art of ninja skills. It’s significantly more interesting to him, maybe because you’ve told him random stories you’ve read from your time.

There’s fluff time too- You pretty much bring all the warlords together and teach them how to sew. Yuki too, because Shingen and you have told him it’s the exact same thing as sewing a wound and practice is good.

Kenshin’s baby girl is a complete treat to the whole family.

You know she’s bound to be spoiled in the same way as you- With probably twice as much gifts as he gives you, and his special fatherly-love.

“I hope you remember she’s a baby, Kenshin… No stop- A dagger isn’t suitable for a baby-”

So it’s a lot of cooing, playing with toys given to her by both Shingen and Kenshin and cuddles…

YES CUDDLES ARE EVERYTHING-

Ironically or not, the boy also becomes protective of his mother and his younger sister, no matter how young he is. He’s spent quite a bit of time with Kenshin, after all.

Ngl, but I think when the girl is older, she’s not gonna like the over-protectiveness. So expect a lot of ninja work by her brother, joined by Sasuke bc Kenshin doesn’t trust everyone to be safe xD

She still, notices them tho….

*Cue scolding by Daughter bc of of irritation*

MC does nothing to help bc they honestly deserved it xD

Nobunaga:

A son… I mean what did you expect?

So Nobunaga and his son are the most endearingly domineering… pair?

I mean your son’s personality stems directly from Nobunaga, despite having your looks and that does make you wonder why, since you spend the most time with him.

Nobunaga’s probably the busiest man on Earth. So when he does find time to spend with his son, they’re the most mischievous pair. You’re not even surprised when Masamune joins in one day, with Mitsuhide just chucking away at the sight.

Hideyoshi doesn’t even try when they get to this messy point, and to be fair neither do you. If you stopped them, they’d casually rope you into the mess.

You’ve long learnt to leave them be when they’re like this.

You pretty much take over the castle when they’re playing- Can’t have the castle’s structure falling apart because of a handful of idiots, right?

Hideyoshi still hasn’t learnt his lesson, it seems-

The two of them are always thieving konpeito from the kitchens and screwing around the castle in the most ridiculous ways.

You swore they had somehow once gotten hold of some black paint (or was that charcoal?), only to end up fully covered in the colour…

You only found out after nearly giving Nobunaga a back massage- His back was COVERED in the pigment. Obviously, your son had dropped a handful and some down his clothes and back.

Honestly? You just sighed at their antics and dragged him by the ear to the bathhouse. And you can’t even say anything when he drags you in, fully clothed.

When Nobunaga does spend time with his son, the adrenaline and joy just lasts until the following morning when he’s slept it off. It’s very different from the type of adrenaline from war- Less stress and fear, and more joy and… out of control actions.

So expect an extremely hyper Nobunaga when you both retire to your bedroom…

Mitsuhide:

A girl. I don’t budge. … Okay, maybe a baby boy in the future, but for now? Just a baby girl.

So Mitsuhide’s one of those ‘I-never-expected-to-be-this-happy’ or ‘I-never-expected-to-one-day-have-a-family-of-my-own’ warlords.

So when you announce you were having a baby, he just… freezes. Like one of those signature ‘holy-crap-what’ freezes.

He’s so silent you swore you broke him. But when you reach out to press a hand against his cheek, he turns, presses a deep, loving kiss to your palm. He’s exceptionally gentle with you now as he draws you to his chest, thanking you for every miracle you’ve given him.

So I also headcannon that Mitsuhide’s the epitome of practicality y’all… Like he’s so busy he doesn’t have time for anything he deems ‘useless’... or will he buy things that will never be used.

So expect some gender-neutral toys and tiny clothes for your young one, even before she’s born.

Did I mention he’s also quite protective of you? That doubles or triples when he finds out you’re pregnant. And again, when he finds out it’s a girl after birth.

Literally. It has to be either him or Kyubei with you and the ‘little one’. AT ALL TIMES.

Mitsuhide’s the only one he’ll allow to care for the your- and his- daughter when you’re busy with something. On occasion, it’s Kyubei, but it does mean that he and his daughter must be in the same room.

More than often, this ends up with Mitsuhide being W E A K for his daughter’s laugh and dropping his work- That can always be finished later, after all.

Dress up. Make up. Toys. Games. Anything. Mitsuhide would literally kill for some time with his daughter.

When she was younger, Mitsuhide used to cradle her against his chest, whispering sweet stories or singing to her as she giggled from the vibration of his low voice.

Now that she’s older, he spends his time with her carefully. Teaching her with gentle teasing- Something she’s become accustomed to

NGL, but Kyubei ends up being her ‘older brother’ figure when she grows up.

The look on Mitsuhide’s face when she says she wants to marry Kyubei is gold.

Just don’t let Masamune hear okay?

Tagging: @tsuki-no-usagiii @unstoppablelinda @zavannahmj @nad-zeta @thesirenwashere @ikemenmitsuhide @choi-jiyu @nuttytani

#250+ Followers Celebration #Ikemen Sengoku #Mitsuhide #Kenshin #Yukimura #Nobunaga

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rpbetter · 3 years ago

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a vent (feel free to ignore if it's too much!): so recently i've noticed psd makers getting anon asks on whether they're ok with people who write certain topics (mostly rpf, incest, rape, underage, the usual "problematic" topics) using their recourses. now, i don't roleplay any of these subjects on tumblr, so even if a content creator said not to use their stuff, it's not even something i need to worry about - but, and maybe this is me overthinking it, what if i, someday, write a noncon fanfic on ao3? i'm still not using their resources on the subject or writing it on tumblr, but i'd probably feel weird about it, like i'm crossing some boundary. what if a psd maker whose content i've already purchased suddenly goes "actually don't use my psds if you rp abusive relationships", which is probably the closest to what people consider "taboo themes" of the things that i roleplay. it just feels like a fine line between personal boundaries and a shitty situation for a customer - not wanting to cross boundaries but already having PAID for something previously, when no such rules existed. it's making me want to 1. block everyone i see saying this, because even though i don't personally roleplay the topics above, i don't feel SAFE around people who tell others what kind of fiction they are allowed to enjoy and 2. just quit using people's resources and spend years learning to make my own psds so i won't have to worry about this shit. it's just stressing me out, as someone who has been harrassed and bullied online for speaking against censorship. i've had literal sock accounts made just to spew targetted harrassment at me on twitter. i've been accused of being a pedo and supporting incest and this is??? literally for saying "i don't think real people should be harrassed for fictional shit", i've not even shipped underage or incest ships. both make me uncomfortable. but fuck, antis make me 1000000x more uncomfortable than people who ship these kinda ships. i digress, this got rambley, i just. do you have any advice on what to do with the potential psd situation, or am i really just overthinking it? (always worried i accidentally send stuff like this off anon. help)

I need you to know that I actually had to rush-scroll back up and just double check that you did submit on anon lol! I always get worried I'll miss the one person who accidentally didn't use anon, if it makes you feel any better! When someone does submit with their URL attached, I message them first to be sure they are okay with them having it posted that way/it wasn't an accident ;) That's what I would want someone to do!

Alright, so, anyhow...

I've also noticed that becoming a more common thing and it's been on my (maybe huge) list of things to look into for a bit because I really do try to make sure I'm not just noticing things in my areas of the RPC/failing to notice things that do not impact me. Since I do all my edits and graphics, it falls into the first category for me. So, thank you for moving that up the list and informing me that it really is more prevalent and not my imagination!

My take on seeing it was a combination of business logic and anxiety, not going to lie.

On the first: charging to do a psd that is just that, just a psd file being used as a template/to act as an easier version of a photoshop "action" in a way, that's 100% legal and fine. Absolutely no muddy waters there. However, charging to do things like icons, edits, etc. that include images of celebrities and stills from movies (or gifs) is quite muddy. Legally, it's not legal. It's a thing we're allowed to do and use (on most platforms) because we're not making money off of it, we're not claiming to hold rights to the images, and so on - it's ignored but illegal. Charging money for it, however, even when phrased as "for my time" (which, absolutely valid feeling), is a more serious form of illegal and potentially attention-getting. This all gets more iffy though when we add donation instead of direct commission/purchase when working with these copyrighted materials. You can ask people to donate and suggest a donation based on your time spent, and that is always what I advise people to do.

Okay, so, that preface is necessary because the thing about stipulating use-rights is that they're iffy, too, there are variables present.

Often, these same people are charging for things like icon packs as well, meaning that even if they're only charging you for a template-style psd file sans imagery they don't own, they've kind of shot themselves in the foot. Not to mention, it's exceedingly damn hypocritical to pitch a fit about someone violating your rights when you're literally using other people's copyrighted materials lmao And that does tend to occur to me, yeah, it's a consequence of attorney friends and running businesses.

The other issues with this are that usage rights have to be stated at the time of purchase and morality clause-style shit, as pertains to products, is not legally binding.

When you purchase something like a psd file, that purchase acts as a sort of contract.

Think of like...buying a photoshop brush set - the person selling it puts very simple rules as to its use, such as: non-commercial use only, brush pack cannot be resold or distributed for free, separate brushes from the pack cannot be resold or distributed for free individually. Meaning that you own the brushes you bought, but you are not legally allowed to make real-life money from anything you use them in, and you cannot send the whole pack or files individually to friends for free or charge other people for them. By buying these, you have agreed to these stipulations of use and ownership.

If the person sells psd's and you agree to what they've stated about the use (you can't use them to do commissions you make IRL money from, you can't give them away to friends, etc.), that's binding even somewhere as casual as RP Land. The exchange of real currency makes it that serious.

However, there are limits to stipulations of use! One of those things is when you agreed - this person cannot, even one literal second, later change their terms of use and retroactively hold you to them. If they were okay with you not crediting them anywhere or using them in works you will gift others or charge others something like game currency for at the time you purchased, then that's it. Tough shit for them, not you, when they decide a month later that they want credit given where the work appears, that they do not want finished products gifted, or don't want you to make even in-game currency from them.

And that absolutely would apply to the morality wank, yes.

Except that this very morality wank comes with its own issues. Reality is not tumblr. In reality, at least in most instances and countries, you can't throw in a fucking morality clause regarding the buyer, use of item, or finished product.

Think of this in this way: Chik-Fil-A starts denying chicken and waffle fries to anyone suspected of being queer. They're legally allowed to run their business (as a private business, everything does have variables) with some things that are morally objectionable that they feel morally aligns with their religious beliefs. They're not allowed to deny queer workers a job or queer customers service, however, in accordance with overarching laws.

While "being gross" online in fiction is not like, making anyone a protected status person lol this is just an extreme example to drive home the point. Legally, when it comes to items/products be they digital or physical, your rights and responsibilities as the seller don't include your moral policing.

What your right is, is to make people uncomfortable to a degree, yeah. You absolutely can do that. You can state some nasty shit about prospective buyers you don't want. For example, they should (I mean, they should just grow up and get some real concerns, but) be stating that they would not like to see their psd's used by people on this following DNI list of idiocy, and they will block those users if possible to prevent interaction and purchase. That's really it, that's what they can do and the least immature way to proceed.

On the second: none of this logic would make me feel comfortable about interacting with them and their psd's in the future once they had outed themselves as morally objectionable and dangerous to me with this nonsense. And I would still feel anxious about using things I had previously bought because once harassed...it doesn't really go away, does it? It would just give me some ease about the latter with things I'd already made. Like, I could keep using the icons I'd made with those psd's with a little bit more comfort knowing that they honestly have not a leg to stand on outside of their harassment.

I might have the tendency to respond to harassment without much upset, but that doesn't mean I want to be harassed. Especially when I am not doing anything that draws that kind of attention. Not that harassment is warranted over anything, but when I make a PSA or answer an ask that I know is likely to get their attention and piss them off? That's an acceptable risk I am knowingly taking. When I'm just going about my life as a RPer, it isn't.

So, I don't feel like you're overthinking it or being too concerned! In no way did you sign up for getting unwanted attention, and because it has happened before, of course, you're trying to insulate yourself from having it happen again. That's totally reasonable!

Now, what you could do about it...

It's another of those situations in which we're only truly capable of controlling ourselves. Everyone else is kind of a NPC.

You don't have to do anything I'm suggesting, but these are things I would do!

I would block the shit out of anyone saying these things/trying to make them stipulations, yes.

By that, I mean that I would also visit blogs they appear to interact with and they'd be blocked as well. We can all reblog something like resources or a shit post from a user we do not agree with without realizing it, but when it's frequent reblogs, direct support, and friendly vibes going on, it's safer to assume that they are aware their friend sucks. More importantly, that they do not think their friend sucks and support their views.

Even if that is not the case, do you want someone else's repeated inattention to expose you to bad actors? Nope! So, don't run the risk of paying and otherwise interacting with the one resource blog in the group that doesn't express these views/"requirements," but does involve themselves with those who do.

Try to find people selling these resources, that are not connected to the problem ones, who do not have those views. Once a trend starts, it is very hard to stop until it has run its course naturally, so, this might be difficult and take some extreme effort. You might want to consider asking like-minded friends who use psd's where they got them so you can check those users out for yourself.

If they're all the same, problem, people...

Look for users well outside of your corner of the RPC(s) who are not asking to be paid. I know it sounds wild, but there really are RPers out there who just enjoy making things for others! I can think of at least one right off on my dash. They might not be advertising for doing psd's or psd packs, but either they might be willing to do so (especially if they do not appear policing-positive) if you explain what is going on, or they could at least fill some requests for you for fully made icons and such. Hell, people who love doing this work usually know others who do as well, and anti-policing people quite reasonably stick together. They could have suggestions for someone not vile selling psd's.

Depending on what it is you want your psd's to do, I promise you that it wouldn't take you very long to learn it. I know...I know lol that's both really easy for me say when I've been doing it for over twenty years and am about to piss some people off. The latter because the most common settings on popular psd's are extremely simple shit, a lot of that is the kind of thing you're expressly told not to do in design work. Like ramping up extreme contrast, pixelating the fuck out of an image, and turning up the primary colors only. Once you get to playing with photoshop or an equivalent, you will totally see what I mean. You can accidentally make an icon look identical to something that is on trend in the RPC. If that was what you were going for? You've hit the mark, and it's just repetition and tweaking it here and there!

Once you start playing with it, too, it's actually pretty intuitive when it comes to the basic things like resizing, adjusting colors and contrast, and doing easy effects like blurs and sharpening. Frankly, playing with it is better than half the tutorials you'll find because they get unnecessarily complicated when all you want to do is crop your muse's face, overlay some color, and add a damn dotted border. Listen, like I said, I have a lot of experience...and I find many tutorials frustrating and overwhelming!

It is not just you, you're not dumb or anything. People get very comfortable with something and when they try to explain it to others, they use terms and methods that are more advanced or specific to them than they realize. That's all!

If you have friends who make their own things, ask them some very basic questions about what you want to do. They know you, so, they'll know better how to explain to you, specifically. Just keep it simple until you've had some time to experiment! Ask things like, "I want to take this image, resize it to be an icon, and add an orange tint to the image while sharpening only my muse's features...how would I do that? Easy mode?"

And! You don't even have to pay for photoshop or pirate it anymore! Photopea is as an exact copy as possible entirely located in your browser for free. It's all overwhelming at first, a real case of too many options and ways to do the same thing, but the only way it gets less overwhelming is just diving into it. Dive in, get a little frustrated, have some successes, make some awesome discoveries, it gets a bit addicting in short order. Then, the tutorials and tips are so much easier to figure out and expand on, too.

If you'd like, you can always send me a pm here and ask me. I'm happy to try to explain how to do things, zero judgment or impatience. Just an additional option if you both decide to try learning and would feel comfortable doing that. Zero judgment as well on not wanting to do either of those things!

Okay, this one is much harder than learning PS basics because it's honestly a bit terrifying...the way these people are, they're going to take issue with you no matter what you do, and in the end, if they notice you and feel like bothering you, they will. There's literally nothing you can do about it. All you can do is try to buffer yourself, stay away from them, and be aware that you are not the problem.

Like with the AO3 thing or writing what could be viewed as toxic relationships. You can never write or be interested in a single, solitary thing that they're on about (and accusing you of doing in real life when the burning Eye of Moron turns your direction), but to them, you supporting the right of other people to do so is just as bad as doing it yourself. To them, the toxic relationships not only would be problematic, they'd be problematic enough. Being uncomfortable with their policing and feeling unsafe because of it is, to them, a red flag of how problematic you are. Writing anything they've deemed objectionable (or reading or viewing it, for that matter) anywhere, doesn't have to be on this platform or RP-adjacent, doesn't have to actually utilize any of their materials, is enough.

They're absolutely including you in who shouldn't use their shit. That's part of the "logic" and methodology of policing. Everyone is problematic, so, everyone can be labeled a pedo and harassed without too many people getting up in arms about it. No one is safe, so, everyone better behave. You don't actually have to be engaging with or enjoying things like underage, non/dubcon, rape, abusive relationships, etc.

It's gross, it's bullying, it's actually a problem...and there isn't much you can do.

All that is truly up to you is making an effort to avoid them, though, this is very often unfair and likely to get more unfair as resource blogs of all sorts deal in it more. At least, in this case, you do have some small bit of actionable power - by not ever buying from them. They wouldn't be charging if they did not either need or want the money, not giving it to them is a bigger hit than things like simply unfollowing/blocking, reblogging PSA's, and so on is!

Nope, it isn't like you're denying them some extreme amount of money by yourself, but every three, five, ten dollars is felt pretty hard when you desperately need money and/or are saving for something.

I know, I mean, I personally do know, that it's impossible to "get over" bullying, Anon. I'm in no way telling you to just get over it and move on, find some great well of not caring somewhere! What I'm saying is that there is power in not giving them power. The power to make you anxious, uncomfortable, unsafe, when you have every right to be here doing your thing and are not hurting anyone. And it might seem to be a deeply contrary sort of logic, but realizing and accepting that there are people out there who irrationally dislike you for literally no reason, that you cannot infallibly escape or avoid, despite doing nothing wrong is a bit empowering. Because it puts into perspective the things you can control, and when we know what is in our control, it's easier to just enjoy our time here without constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. If it drops, we can go put it back in the closet where it belongs.

It starts to put a positive spin on the whole, damned if I do, damned if I don't feeling, if that makes sense? I'm probably way too tired to try to be explaining this lol I'm sorry!

Anyway, again, I'm not implying you can or should do any, let alone all, of those suggestions! I just really hope that something will help you feel even a little bit more at ease. It's an unfair situation, it isn't right, and you have every reason to be uncomfortable and stressed. If I could make it happen, you better believe that every policing asshole out there would be writing heartfelt apology letters and sending donations to everyone they've upset lol but...since I can't make that happen, all I can do is say what I, personally, do, would do, or have done.

#answered #anonymous #purity police #resources #rp advice

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neo-nymph · 5 years ago

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NCT NSFW A-Z: Jaehyun

I went to the NeoCity concert in Miami a month ago and now I can't get NCT out of my head. So I present you with this :’)

A - Aftercare

He’d probably just lay next to you for like 5 minutes to catch his breath. He’d wrap his arms under you and pull you into his side watching you with heart eyes and a subtle grin as you pant little breaths. Once he’s mellowed out he’d go all soft boy again, doing small cute things like tying your hair back so you can cool off, wiping you off with a cool towel if things got messy, getting you some water if you want. Then it’s tiny kisses on your forehead and temple, probably cringy small talk about how cute you are when you moan for him and some cuddles.

B – Body Part

On you it’s probably your legs. It might sound weird but he just finds them absolutely gorgeous. Doesn’t matter if you’re tall or short or what you’re doing. Laying on the couch with some shorts, running around in one of his shirts with your legs bare, jumping out of the pool. Anything would drive him insane. He loves pressing kisses to them when things get intimate and running his fingers across them when cuddling.

C – Cum

Not his favorite thing in the world just because of how messy and annoying to clean it is, but kinda loves putting it on you. He might even have a thing for watching you play with it. Jaehyun seems like the type to be really into facials and swallowing. Painting your cute little face with thick, white streams, watching you rub it around between your fingers or seeing the white pool disappear between your lips after fucking your mouth is like the cherry on top of his sundae.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was into creampies too. He’d push himself inside you as deep as he could when he cums and pulls back to see it slowly seeping out and down your shaking thigh, drawing out a long sigh of satisfaction as he threw his head back and closed his eyes.

D – Dirty Secret

Probably something like panty sniffing. Idky but I see that happening. He probably takes a pair of yours on tour to wrap around himself when he gets off.

E – Experience

I know Jae has a player attitude about him but I don’t buy it for a second. I don’t think he’s been with a ton of women, but enough that he knows what he’s doing, plus one or two extra tricks. Probably learned a thing or two from porn.

F – Favorite Position

Doggy style with your hands tied behind your back.

He can be rough and fuck you into the bed, have his hand on your hips to keep you in place, but can still tug you up by your hair when he wants to hear your little noises.

Hands behind your back for that little power trip.

G – Goofy

On a few occasions, like when he’s drunk. He probably can’t stop himself from cracking a goofy smile. All the way from the door to the bedroom, while making out, taking off clothes, even during the actual sex he’s making stupid jokes, giving you cringy compliments, and can’t seem to take anything either of you says or do seriously.

Also, the first time you guys are intimate together. He wouldn’t want you to be nervous, especially if you were younger/less experienced than him, so he would do his best to make the mood lighter by making jokes or being overly cute. By that I mean lots of small kisses, light taunting, etc. Anything to get you to smile, ignore your nerves and focus on having a good time.

H – Hair

Probably trims so it’s not a full on bush, but doesn’t bother with shaving totally bare. Doesn’t care what you do with yours.

I – Intimacy

Jaehyun’s a total Casanova. He knows how to read your body language and expressions extremely well, so he knows exactly what you want when you want it and how to deliver. He can be romantic and suave, cute and gentle, rough and dominating, whatever you want he’s got it.

I definitely see him being someone that shows his affection often in a lot of tiny ways, but I think his favorite way to show how much he feels for you is by getting intimate. That being said he makes the whole thing about you; your enjoyment and pleasure always come first.

J – Jack-Off

Probably does a lot on tour. There’s a lot of time between tour stops for him to alone with his thoughts that he can’t seem to control. You’re already on his mind all the time, which didn’t help his struggle to control his desires. He prides himself on his ability to control his sexual urges, but between the lack of physical contact, the sexual dances, and you’re unforgiving voice messages, I see him jacking off pretty often. Like at least every other night, probably late after concerts.

Probably calls you for phone sex if the time zones line-up well enough. If not he probably gets off to some videos he filmed of you guys before you left or videos and voice messages you sent him a while back.

K - Kink

Maybe a power kink.

Nothing huge, but he loves the dominating feeling that runs through him when he looks down and see’s you laying there under him, shaking vaguely, mind completely clouded in a fucked out daze as you fully submit to him. It sends him on this weird power trip and fills him with a sense of pride.

Maybe an innocence kink too.

I only really see this happening if he’s with an inexperienced partner who’s still kinda hesitant and moves with uncertainty. He’d like guiding them and find it hot that he’d get to “train” them to do things exactly as he wanted. Looking at you move to please him with glossy baby doll eyes, a little bend in your brow as you questioned if you were doing it right would drive him mad.

L - Limits

He’s open to trying most things, but nothing super wild or extreme. He’s just past the line of Vanilla tbh.

M – Motivation (Turn-On)

When you walk around with nothing but his shirt on. It makes you look so cute to him. He likes knowing your completely him, and this is the perfect way to remind him and rile him up at the same time. Bonus points if you bend over and put everything on display for him.

N – NO (Turn-Off)

Feet.

Don’t see much appeal past you pressing your feet against him through his pants as a tease

O – Oral

Giving: G E N E R O U S. He could eat you out for hours if you let him. A classic lay on his stomach wraps his arms around your thighs kinda guy. You can try squirming all you want but he’s not letting you go anywhere. Likes when you pull on his hair. Finds it cute when you try to pull him or push yourself closer to his mouth. Lots of sucking and rolling your clit with his tongue. If he thinks you’re especially deserving he’ll use his fingers too, rough and fast just as you like it. He’s not stopping until you cum at least twice.

Receiving: Has a decent amount of self-control, so unless he’s tied down or frustrated he won’t be very fidgety or vocal, probably just a lot of harsh breaths and low grunts. He’s naturally a dom, so you can expect one hand holding your hair into a ponytail controlling your movements. He’ll probably slump back casually in whatever seat he’s in, mouth parted lightly with small breaths escaping as he stares at you with eyes blown wide from desire. Likes fast and messy blowjobs when he’s angry or frustrated. Loves the feeling of your tight throat swallowing around his cock. Other times you can move whatever pace you want, just don’t be surprised if he starts fucking your throat by the end. He likes to hear you gag.

P – Place

He’ll fuck you anywhere in the house. On the couch, in the shower, the kitchen, on the patio. He’d be especially fond of eating you out while you sit on the island in the kitchen. Same goes for hotels and the tour bus. He’s not one for people watching, but the second you’re alone, he’ll take you on any surface he can.

Q – Quickie

I can only see these happening once in a blue moon because he likes to drag things out and take his time. Even if he randomly gets in the mood in public he’ll hold off until the event is done or find some excuse for you guys to get home. You can always expect him to be exceptionally rougher and faster than you’re used to. The pressure in his groin had him acting without logic, pulling apart your clothes, barely getting them off your body before raw dogging you against the door.

R – Risk

Meh. Like I said before, he’s just past the line of vanilla. Risky antics aren’t typically apart of your sex life, so I wouldn’t expect anything crazy like fucking in public. Maybe he’ll whip out vibrating panties. He may decide to tease you under the table at a business dinner one night, shoving his hands down your panties. But only for a few minutes before he makes some lame excuse and takes you home.

S – Stamina

Could probably last like 3 rounds

T – Toys

Probably uses handcuffs from time to time

U – Unfair

Like I said before, his main priority is making sure he can please you as much as possible. He probably wouldn’t go crazy with teasing. Likely just enough to make you beg him to fuck you, like rubbing you through your panties with his hand around your throat while he’s still fully clothed.

He hates being teased. The only way you’ll get away with teasing him is if he’s tied down to a chair. Good luck dealing with him after tho

V – Volume

Not super loud himself. Moans often but not loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Probably audible if someone passes by the room or the walls are thin. Grunts and groans loudest and deepest when he cums or when you deepthroat him. Throws in some dirty whisper into your ear here and there.

Likes for you to be loud though. Especially when he’s gotten jealous; hearing you scream his name gives him a real ego boost, particularly when he walks out between rounds and sees the members in the living room pretending they didn’t hear anything

W - Wild Card [Author’s Choice] (this one ain't so nsfw sorry lol)

I cannot stress enough how much this man loves you. You’re like a little angel to him. It’s pretty obvious that he’s a confident guy, but sometimes he gets worried that he’s not deserving of you, for reasons other than looks. That’s why he always spoils you so much, sexually and not. He hopes if he showers you enough with his love and gives you everything he believes you deserve, you’ll constantly be reminded about how much you love him and you won’t want to leave.

X - X-Ray [Dick Size]

Longer than most but not huge. I’d say 7 inches long and generously thick. You’re gonna feel the stretch every time honey.

Y – Yearning [Sex Drive]

When he’s home, not exceedingly high. You probably have sex like 3 or 4 times a week. When he’s sex-deprived on tour tho, he’s calling you like every other night to help him out.

Z – Zzz [After Sex]

I mentioned this before at the beginning, he probably needs like 5 minutes to catch his breath and he’s good. After he tends to you and you guys get all cuddly, he’ll probably fall asleep in like 30 mins to a 1 hr

#nct #nct127 #nct u #nct smut #nct u smut #nct127 smut #jaehyun #jaehyun smut #neosmutcollective

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luniellar · 5 years ago

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It’s You: 03 (Previously Eternal Sunshine)

A/N: I’m back with a new title, fam. It’s the song title that I put on repeat whenever I’m writing this. Also, I’m halfway done with my next chapter! I know I’m leaving a bit of a cliff hanger here, but rest assured the next chapter is coming soon. I promise.

+ a quick thank you to you guys writing comments! I write for the 3 comments I recieve LOL

Summary: Chris, Sebastian, and Julie (Fictional Character) have been friends for a long time… even before Chris and Seb started their acting careers and landed a role in the Marvel Universe. Friendship opened a new path to love and it’s starting to look… complicated.

Pairing: Chris Evans X Julie (Fictional Character), Sebastian Stan X Julie (FC)

Genre: Romance | Drama

Audience: PG-13…? (Jk there are some F-bombs and inappropriate language that might be suitable for the young)

Navigation: Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 ... Masterlist

Present Day [A/N: This picks up from the end of the Prologue]

The air around me felt suffocating. Seb turned off the car engine and I took this chance to unlock the car door and step outside. The cool night breeze blew at my face and it felt nice like I could breathe again. I crossed my arms as I leaned against the car door staring at the empty darkness. The sand and dirt swept against my heels. After everything that happened tonight, this peace was mentally and physically welcomed.

A second later, I heard the car door open and close behind me. As Seb walked up to me, I watched him take off his suit jacket. He stood in front of me as he wrapped the jacket around my body. I felt his warmth radiating against my body. The feeling was equivalent to burying yourself on your bed after a stressful day at work.

Seb softly leaned against the car next to me. “What are you going to do?”

“Go home,” I replied.

“You know he’s going to be there whether it’s the hotel or your place back at Boston,” Seb sighed and paused. “You can stay over at my place.”

I exhaled in defeat. “I didn’t know I was supposed to be running from him. It’s just Chris.”

“It’s not just Chris.”

“He’s the same Chris you and I knew for years, Seb. I’m going to be okay.” Was I trying to convince myself?

“I don’t want you getting hurt,” he whispered. From the corner of my eyes, I knew that he was staring at me, but I didn’t want to look at him. I knew the moment I turned, I wouldn’t be able to hold back my tears. I kept my eyes facing forward.

“Seb,” I started. “I appreciate everything you did for me today, but this is my problem and I can take of myself,” I said. I didn’t know if this was true, but I thought if I said it out loud, maybe it would happen.

“I’m not saying that you can’t take care of it, Julie,” he paused. “I just don’t want you getting hurt from this.”

“It’s too late,” I whispered. My heart was torn... no, shredded into microscopic pieces. I remembered Chris’ last text before arrived at the premiere.

Stay at the hotel.

I bit my lips and looked down at my feet. “Seb, why am I so stubborn? Why did I turn back?” I heard my voice wavering as I was fighting to hold my tears back. Sebastian reached out his arm, wrapped it around my shoulder and pulled me in. I smelled the subtle hint of his familiar cologne greeted me as I buried my face into his chest. The moment my face touched his shirt, the tears quietly rained down uncontrollably.

Between my sobs, I heard his soft voice.

“Shh, it’s going to be alright,” he muttered.

- - s a m e d a y , f e w h o u r s a g o

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My phone alarm blared. Frustrated, I threw the blankets on top of my head shut the alarm, but realized my phone was inside my blankets. Ugh.

“Fine!” I shouted as I got up from my bed. The sun was beaming through the hotel room windows and I glanced over at the digital clock on the end table.

10:03 AM

I would have long past overslept if this was a regular work day (adding the three hour time difference from Boston), but today was my debut on the red carpet. I glanced over at the red gown hanging on my small clothes rack. Well, okay let me rephrase that. It wasn’t my debut. It was Chris and Seb’s Avenger’s Endgame premiere.

I looked over at the simple and modest dress I settled on after months of searching. I had the hardest time looking for a classic even gown and finding one that fit my budget was close to impossible. Celebrities had luxury sponsors and I had a trusty old friend, Google. I looked over at the mirror and my half-awake wildling-self looked back at me.

Yep. I had a lot of work to do.

I turned on the hot water for the bathtub as I threw my PJs on the floor. Chris offered to have a limo come pick me up for a full A-list treatment tonight, but I refused. I wanted to put in the effort to prepare for this. Especially if what Chris said was really happening. I felt my cheeks blush just at the slightest thought of what was going to happen tonight.

“I want us to go public,” Chris said casually as he was washing the dishes.

I turned to look at him in confusion as I added the last dinner plates to the sink. “Huh?”

He turned off the water and turned his body towards me. His hands were still covered in soap and dripping with water. “You know, you and me going public.”

“What do you mean going pu-” I stopped my mid-sentence as I finally understood what he meant. He wanted to tell people about our relationship. I almost choked on my own breath. “Chris,” I started.

“I’m sick of these pointless articles always pairing me up with people,” he finished. “You know, the other day Robert linked me a fanfiction novel pairing me up with him.”

Huh, he obviously didn’t look the numerous fanfictions with him and Seb. I smiled at my voice inside my head and he frowned. “Jules, I’m serious about this.”

I didn’t lose my smile. Too much time around Chris did this to you. “Chris, the fanfics can’t be controlled. We might have to brainstorm another way to deal with that.”

Chris took a step closer to me and reached for my hand. He intertwined his soapy fingers with mine. “I want to make us official. It’s been two years. I know I want to be with you.”

My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at his baby blue eyes. “Mmn… is this supposed to be a proposal?” I asked and he shook his head.

“This is just me trying to let the world know about the most beautiful, kind-hearted, and warm soul I’ve kept to myself all these years.”

I glanced over at my phone again.

4:05 PM

I had a car scheduled to pick me up from my hotel in an hour and I just finished my eyeliner after a straight hour of drawing and erasing. My sensitive skin around my eyes was begging me to stop. My eyes constantly shifted from the time to the mirror. I hurriedly made finishing touches with blush, soft-glowing highlighter, and mascara. I grabbed the matte red lipstick from my purse and put it over my lips. I let my soft waves down and looked at myself in accomplishment.

You look beautiful, Jules.

Chris’ voice echoed my head and I felt my face growing warmer. I couldn’t wait until we were back in my apartment in Boston after all this. Shaking my head, I quickly threw my phone and my lipstick in my small clutch. I walked over to my gown and got in my dress. I pulled out a new pair of nude heels I bought for this event. After I was done, I stood in front of the full-size mirror and looked at myself.

I felt beautiful.

This feeling was rare and much welcomed right now.

This was exactly how I wanted to look “going public” with the man of my life.

The Lyft driver was so confused when I gave him the address to the premiere. After circling the area a dozen times to be stopped by blocked roads, he dropped me off about two blocks from the location.

“This is the best I could do,” he said in a monotone as the car came to a stop.

“Thank you,” I said as I got out of the taxi holding on to my gown. I didn’t expect my Lyft to pull up to the red carpet, but I also didn’t think that I would be walking myself to the premiere. Thankfully, these streets were empty and I only got one or two glances from the occasional dog walkers. I watched as my driver drove off and I stood there on the sidewalk with my long scarlet evening gown. I pulled a hair tie from my clutch and put my hair up to a messy bun. What was the worst that could happen?

I walked the streets leading to the Los Angeles Convention Center. As I got closer, the people on the streets exponentially duplicated as well. I saw people dressed up as Iron Man, Captain America, Captain Marvel… wait did I just see a Groot? While I was busy staring at all the cosplayers, I realized that my red dress was noticed less and less. Whew.

Was I just supposed to show up? Where was the entrance? Chris told me to just tell the guards to get him, but I was convinced that was the number one way to get kicked out by security. I reached for my phone in my clutch. When I looked at my phone, I had one text from Chris. Perfect timing.

Stay at the hotel.

What?

I stood there staring at my phone in confusion. The text arrived 5 minutes ago. What did he mean? I was about to press call when a loud honk startled me. I looked over at the street where a pitch black Cadillac sedan was stopped.

What was this guys problem?

I took a few steps and the car slowly matched my pace next to me. Was it following me? I stopped and the car did the same. I saw more people staring at my direction as they walked by. I turned to face the car and the passenger side door opened. From the seat, Frank (Seb’s newbie assistant) came out of the car.

“Fra-” I started to say as he turned and opened the back seat door facing me.

“Ms. Julie,” Frank said bowing with his cute black tux and bow.

By this point, every pair of eyes were on me at this and I quickly made my way into the car. When I got in, a familiar figure was sitting on the other side.

“Were you really planning to walk yourself there?” Seb asked and I sighed in relief. The car drove off once Frank got back in the car.

“How did you find me?” I asked and he looked back at me diverting his gaze to my dress. Oh, jeez. I was about to throw a comment about how I actually took a Lyft here when I realized it could wait. He was wearing a fitted light blue suit with a simple white shirt underneath. He always looked good no matter what he wore.

“You look nice,” I said, smiling.

“Thank you. And you look stunning,” he smiled back. There was something about the way he said that. I was flattered by his genuine compliment, but something felt missing.

“Where’s Chris?” He asked.

Chris.

The name reminded me of the text and I frantically reached for my phone.

“Jules?” Seb asked.

I opened the text again. No replies or anything. “Seb, I think I have to go back to the hotel.”

“Huh, what do you mean?” he asked, but it was too late. I didn’t realize the car had already stopped and Frank was on the other side of the open door.

“Just go straight from here and it will take you to the purple carpet path,” Frank said as he held the door for me to get off. I stood by the car after I got off and Seb got out from the other side.

“What do you mean you have to go back?” Seb asked again. I handed my phone to him with Chris’ text pulled up. His face narrowed and handed my phone back to me. “He should be around here somewhere. I’ll look for him and Frank can take you to the venue.”

Frank nodded as he shut the door behind me. Seb jogged off toward the carpet area and the car drove off leaving me and Frank behind.

“Don’t worry,” Frank assured me with a nervous smile. “You can follow me.” [A/N: This is some foreshadowing, you guys already know if nothing were to happen after this there would be no story.]

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tanqram · 6 years ago

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Tagged by @honeyforzhixie, @jiayoujiayi, & @linm0mo thank you guyss! it was so fun reading your responses haha

Rules:

1. Tag the person who tagged you

2. Answer the questions.

3. Tag 10 people

Let’s get it started!

• How tall are you?

155 cm / 5′ 1″ — remember the grass pls and thx

• What colour and style is your hair?

Black hair slightly past shoulder-length. My hair parts however it wants, usually center or right. For once in my life, I don’t have bangs anymore and I kinda miss them... Maybe I should cut them again.

• What colour are your eyes?

Dark brown

• Do you wear glasses?

I wear contacts most of the time

• Do you wear braces?

Used to in high school

• What’s your fashion sense?

Lol so I really love business casual style— flowy blouses paired with skinny jeans kind of deal. Dressing for work is really easy for me because that’s basically my wardrobe. During the summers, I love simple T’s with high waisted shorts <3

• Full name?

Two hints: First name is something -”ni”, last name is a color :)

• When were you born?

August 10

• Where are you from and where do you live now?

Midwest, USA for born and now— west coast is home though :’(

• What school do you go to?

For my undergrad, that school in coffeeland with the pretty trees 👀

• What kind of student are you?

Uhh pretty good I guess? I take nice notes, rarely skipped classes, and got good grades in HS/college (middle school is another story lol). A lot of blending into the background. Last minute procrastination stresses me out, so I don’t really remember procrastinating that much? I can’t stay in one place to study, so I cafe or library hop a lot— whatever environment fits the mood.

• Do you like school?

Learning and making friends, yes! Though I wonder how valuable some lecture time was and if I actually gained anything from it

• Favourite subject?

Art, math, socioling

• Favourite TV show?

I was going to say maybe Fresh Off the Boat but then I saw Annie say Idol Producer, so Idol Producer it is

• Favourite Movie?

Castle in the Sky ☁️

• Favourite books?

I don’t know

• Favourite pastime?

Drawing, exploring town, meeting up with good friends, frisbee, video editing

• Do you have any regrets?

Of course, but I’m also satisfied with where I am

• Dream job?

Banana pays me to promote Tangram Anything creative! I still dream about one day going off path and teaching English for a year

• Would you ever like to be married?

That would be nice

• Would you like to have kids?

Sure, my own or I’ve thought about adopting— though maybe I’m too naive for now

• How many?

1 or 2

• Do you like shopping?

When I have something I need to buy, it’s really fun! Can’t window shop for extended time though...

• What countries have you visited?

Taiwan, Japan, Canada, Mexico, South Korea (not as many as I wish... wait until I earn more money)

• Scariest nightmare you have ever had?

ASJKLJ SO Marta and I just bonded over our nightmare(s) of teeth crumbling, falling out, and all that good mess. Google says we’re waiting an impending death. How lovely :’)

Haha no but, scariest nightmare (in addition to the teeth) I remember was walking down an old but dark corridor with painted portraits hanging on the walls. In my dream, I stopped to stare at a full-length painting. As I was looking at it, the portrait came alive, morphed and twisted into something that must have been pretty grotesque because I woke up pretty panicked right after.

• Any enemies?

Hope not

• Any significant other?

Nope

• Do you believe in miracles?

Yes

• How are you?

Alrighttt~ Been feeling a bit homesick. I really miss my friends and just the city itself.

— @beihonglin @91percentchaoze @zhu-xingjie @hanmub0 @thetakethecanyon @pandachaoze @ynajun @honglinsgf + ANYONE WITH A BIRTHDAY THIS MONTH consider yourself tagged :)

#tags

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brokenmusicboxwolfe · 6 years ago

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On a photo of a not exactly human face I sculpted....

labratbren said: What do you do with them when they are done? Do you ever post pictures of the finished product?

Ah, well, um....short answer? Nothing.

Here’s the longer answer (VERY long)....

While I was always drawn to sculpting, I really didn’t sculpt growing up.

I mean, I tried to use clay I dug out of the ground, drying it in the sun, when I was tiny. Naturally it crumbled except for this lump of a head I still have. In Kindergarden the art teacher had his own kiln and let us use the scraps left over from the pots he had us make. I still have a loop armed alien and creature head I made, but he left with his kiln the next year. The dough art they had us make in second grade was gone by the next year, ‘cause this buggy and humid climate doesn’t agree with it. My parents gave me modling clay, but I hated it. I wanted something that would “stay”.

But everyone acted like sculpting was hard, so maybe I wasn’t missing out.

Then one day, when I was 19 or so, my hands got bored. Anyone would have laughed if I’d said I was bored right then. I had a book open to one side of me, a magazine on the other, as I went back and forth reading both. I was also listening to music AND watching the movie The Brothers Karamazov at the same time. I have this problem where I always feel like I should be doing more, and when I am doing something I get itchy to be doing something else. Like my brain isn’t fully occupied even if I’m really enjoying whatever. That day my hands needed something to do, and there was this block of clay left over from a project one of Pop’s projects (a river system display, I think) It was just sittin’ there on the porch so....

And it turned out sculpting was easy! I mean, maybe not art bit doodling around having fun making faces. Do NOT be intimidated by sculpting! It comes so much more easiy than trying to convert our 3D world into some 2D drawing. Seriously, try drawing a nose head on! But toss on any wedge on a sculpted face and you have a nose...

Ok, maybe I just am bad at drawing! But I really do wish more people would try sculpting.

Anyway, the clay was another dead end, but it did inspire me to hunt for something I could “make stay”. And that something was sculpey.

Whenever I was certain I would have the place completely to myself for a full hour I’d go stand out on the ramp behind the house and sculpt. It wasn’t too often, what with the house also being the office of the family business and my family being the sort of close one that did everything together. I couldn’t sculpt and be watched. All I needed was an our because I sculpted quickly. In an hour I’d have a little bust, rough as heck but with some detail I liked.

But then I ran out of places to put my busts in my already overstuffed bedroom. I solved this by just slicing the faces off and just baking them. I could glue magnets to them and line all the edges of my metal bookcases.

I did dabble in other things. I tried a full figure and made a few little stick figures. I sculpted something from Babylon 5 for my brother, mixed my box painting (I used to paint boxes when I had a table) with sculpting for a Discworld box for Mom, Easter bunnies for my parents, magnets for everyone, Christmas ornaments...

When she saw the Christmas tree ornaments my cousin Katharine, dollhouse collector, roped my into making her a doll. She had specific requirements for a 6″ tall Beast in what I gathered were Regency era clothes from her decription. In my ignorance I assumed the doll would have to have a jointed body, fabric clothes and furry fur, which kinda drove me nuts! But somehow I pulled it off! I sculpted a few more of those little dolls (no sewing on these!) as gifts for my parents and brother, as well as a bit of goofing around for myself (I liked my little Sleestack a couple decades late for little me). But that was that.

Then the weirdest darn thing happened: I was suddenly stricken with a full imaginative block!

I stopped sculpting. I stopped painting boxes. I stopped writing stories. Worst of all I stopped dreaming! I still remember how upsetting that was, this sense of loss. It was like having a part of me paralyzed.

It lasted years. Terrible years.

When my father became sick right after my irreparable rift with my brother, as I was facing the most terrible external loss of my life, something woke back up in me. Constant, vivid dreams, elaborate epics spiraling through night after night, images and stories that writing didn’t full satisfy the need to express. I started painting miniature boxes again. Box after box after box....

But no sculpting.

I dunno why I still didn’t sculpt. I just didn’t.

Then my father died.

Pop’s death was a devistating moment. My father. My best friend. When Pop was sick I told him he couldn’t die because I wouldn’t have anyone to talk to. There is a lot of truth in that. I love Mom dearly, but our brains work very differently. Pop might have been smarter, and his depth of knowledge was certainly mind blowing, but our mental wiring followed a similar eccentric pattern. That said, somewhere along the line my parents and I had become a sort of unit, functioning as one. Think one of those anime giant robots made of smaller ships, Voltron or something. Then imagine it functioning with the head section missing. Five years later we still feel that void.

So anyway, Pop was dead, the family business gone with him, and I was unemployed with no qualifications in a rural area with few job opportunities anyway. This was, and frankly still is, not a good situation. And my cousin Katharine thought she had a solution.

Katharine sent me a letter suggesting I make dolls. She’d shown the doll I’d made her to a dealer who said I had talent, and she sent me a copy of Art Doll Quarterly to show me that my “weird” stuff might have a market...

Honestly I felt inspired by this. I immediately seriously considered it. I’d work a bit bigger than 6″ scale, sculpt the clothes instead of the stress and tedium of sewing, and figure out a way to do ball joints. Because each thing would be unique (until I could teach myself mold making) and letting go of something I make is soooo hard for me, I decided to use the story of one of my painted boxes as inspiration. I’d make wolf people, which I figured would create enough sameness to help me let go, but enough variety to keep me from being bored. I quickly sketched out a reasonable design and got to work.

Obviously things didn’t turn out to be so simple. Sculpting ball joints by hand is fiddly to manage. It would need a bit of experimenting. I could do a head on day, casually. I could do the upper body, arms and waist joint with a lot of effort another day. A third day would be waist and legs. Fourth day was the hellish threading. I wasn’t set up for safely storing unbaked work in progress, so I had to do these marathon one sitting sculptings on the bodies. Then I’d rest up a few days and just sculpt a few heads.

The ball jointing drove me nuts. So I gave myself permission to not worry about wolfheads, but just sculpt whatever head happened. From the backlog of heads I’d just pick one to experiment with body making. In just a couple months I was making progress.

The first discouragement came with an art show. The county has a sort of art society and they were having a sculpture show. I was scared silly to show my work to anyone, since at that point it was 2014 and I wasn’t even on Tumblr. No one had seen them. Still, when I went to see about entering the lady there was encouraging. I was soooo nervous and tentatively hopeful when I went to the grand opening with Mom amd my cousin Shirley. I was soon deflated. No one seemed to notice my figures. My work was the odd one out anyway in a sea of found object sculptures, colored paper masks and ceramics abstractly suggesting the figural. Also, everyone there knew each other and so no one was talking to me. At one point I did this really sad thing of hovering near my figures in case anyone came near so I could sorta maybe get them to notice them....

When the show ended a few weeks later the lady very nicely said at least a couple school children had liked weird figures, ‘cause, you know, kids like that fantasy stuff. I definitely should sculpt a lot bigger and maybe use terra cotta instead....

Yeah. I felt my stuff was crap. I was crap. Why had I ever thought anyone would like my crap? Heck, I’d thought I’d at least find a club I could join, belonging, friends....

But, I kept at the doll making experimenting, crap or not. That winter it was too cold for much sculpting in my unheated house, but I could work on trying to figure out how to paint them....

Then life happened don’t ya know. At first I thought it was a temporary break while I dealt with crisis after another. I kept sculpting heads, strictly sculpting a head a day (still just an hour each)....until the spreading collapsed floor situation forced me to move the box I’d made for storing the bodiless heads out. And that was that for doll making.

Still, I kept sculpting. I went back to just the faces....

And that’s where I am now. I gave up sculpting every day, because I no longer have time. I watch a movie and sculpt. I bake the face and take pics I post on here. I wrap ‘em in tissue and put them in a storage container....

And that’s it.

I don’t do anything with them. I’m not entirely convinced there is any point anymore. My life isn’t going to include free time. Or tables to work on. It has been years after all, and it gets less and less likely I’ll make anything more than a few boxes full of chipped up sculpey faces for the nephews to find when I die. Well, unless they follow my brother’s advice and throw them out unopened! LOL

I sculpt just ‘cause I sculpt. I post pics of them on Tumblr, ‘cause Mom isn’t really all that interested in looking at them. They aren’t ever going to be anything, but I guess if I enjoy making them and someone out there likes looking at them that’s okay. They may be nothing, but that’s something.

#comments #art #sculpting #artists on tumblr

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boogiewrites · 7 years ago

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An Act of Nature.

Here, have some Hopper smut.

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader

Word Count: 6458

Summary: You move back to Hawkins, luckily you hit it off with a friend of your step brothers. When Chief Hopper finally gets around to asking you out, what is it going to take for the two of you to find time alone? An act of nature?

Warnings: It’s smut. Two grown ups going on dates and then finally getting to have sex. Swearing, consensual sex between two adults, some dirty taking, suggestive dialogue.

My Masterlist.

A/N: I had to take a break from my main fic Before and After and do some one shots to clear my head, so this is one I ended up writing last week. (Also, this: Not the fun kind of Daddy Issues ) I wasn’t going to post it, because I thought it might be boring and well, just not that good. lol A few days later I receive an Ask, requesting a “snowed in with Hopper” plot, as I’m currently living in the middle of a snow storm and wanting to draw inspiration from real life. This is what I had already written. I know that seems like a lie, but it was just some of that sweet, sweet coincidence I love. So thank you anon!

The original request:” Anonymous asked:as a request for the snowstorm thing: you invited Hopper over for a date at your house and while he’s there, there’s a snowstorm and you’re both stuck in your house (and then smut if possible)?? “

Here are the tagged folks, if you’d like to be added or removed, just leave a reply and I’ll see it! Any positive feedback or messages are appreciated. Thanks!

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This originally started as just a trip to Hawkins to help plan your step brothers wedding. Which was your job in a town far away from Hawkins. It ends with making the decision to move back to Hawkins to help take care of your aging parents. Now you're left rebuilding a business, long commutes, late nights, early mornings, it's hard work and you're a busy woman. Luckily for you, you find mutual attraction in one of your step brothers friends you'd hit it off with at the wedding. He's started turning into your favorite thing about this place.

Being a party planner, in general, you had plenty of excuses to stop by the station. Just between the permits and fire code questions, it would've been easy to make opportunities to see him. You found yourself driving into town to find out things that could be easily answered in a phone call by another person. But you always wanted to speak to the Chief, and it sure seemed like he always wanted to speak to you. Between your conversations over cigarettes at the station and an accidental run in at the same place for lunch once, you'd not been out with Jim, but you wouldn't say no if he asked.

Today, you're making your way to the station again. You're having the same issue with a certain pain in your ass, Mr. Jones, who keeps fighting you on the ownership line of his and the wedding venues properties. He was making it impossible to set up the venue. Your client wanted 50 tulle bowed white chairs for the ceremony, exactly where Mr. Jones said you couldn't put them, and by God, you were going to get your client those 50 tulle bowed white chairs. You've pulled the surveyor and blueprints for the land from the city. You've even called Jim on him for moving all your event gear overnight, which is not on his property. This old man was stressing you the fuck out and you were done with it. Your face reads angry as you walk up to Flo's desk. "Good to see you again Ms. Y/N," Flo says, looking up over her glasses as she types. "The Chief is in his office, do I need to buzz him up for you?" her voice is full of implications, and all of them true. Flo found your thin veiled back and forth with Hopper amusing. "Mr. Jones is moving my stuff again." you speak softly but angrily, the more you think about it, the more animated you become. "He's screwing with my business and I'm not going to stand for it. He's done this 3 times already." you let out a loud noise of frustration as Jim appears out of the doorway to his office. "Afternoon, Y/N." he says, stretching as he saunters up to you. "Hey Chief." you sigh at the sight of him. "Jones again?" he asks you, taking a sip from his mug, looking at you over it. "Yes. He's being an asshole, and he knows he's in the wrong, and he's messing with my work, my business and it's stressing me the hell out, Hop." it all comes out much faster and louder than you mean it to. "Woah, hey, honey, he's not gonna mess up your work." he raises his arm, walking you towards his office. "Come on, at least you won't be yelling at the whole office this way." he laughs as he shuts the door behind him. You sit in the chair across from his desk, you cross your legs and arms, foot moving up and down in anger. He settles into his big chair across from you, leaning on the top of his desk with his elbows. You just look at each other for a few seconds, you feel compelled to apologize for your angry reaction. "I didn't mean to yell, sorry." you say, it sounds much sassier than it's meant to, but you are speaking more quietly, at least. "It's fine. This is what? The fourth time you've had to come to me about this?" he lets out a small huff. "I'd be mad as hell about it too, honey." his empathy placates you, it's a welcome feeling to have someone understand your frustration instead of demanding more. "Thanks," you say sincerely. "It's nice to have someone agree with me instead of dealing with rabid, whiney, brides and mother-in-laws who can't be satisfied." you let out a sigh and uncross your arms, resting them on the arms of the chair. "Yeah that sounds...terrible, yeah." he laughs, and you join in for a brief moment. "I don't know how you do that, it'd drive me crazy." "Coming from the Chief of Police...that's pretty bad." the laugh that comes out of your mouth, full of self-pity at your situation for a moment. "But I can deal with Jones. So don't worry about it." he knocks on the wooden desk in front of him, giving you a quick wink. "I'll go by and make sure we reach an understanding." he gives a sly smile. "I hear using bars of soap in a pillow case works pretty well, doesn't leave too many marks." you answer sarcastically, your anger subsiding slowly, you can tell by the grin that finds itself on your face from your conversation. "Do I need to run a background check on you?" he jokingly narrows his eyes at you. You huff and roll your eyes, giving him a small laugh, indulging him just a little bit. You sigh and there's a weighted silence in the room for a moment. You don't need to stay too long. "It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have a week off after this event," your head tilts back dramatically, "This one has been so stressful and it's so close to being over and I can get my check and get some damn sleep." you sit up in the chair, preparing to leave. He nods in approval. "Sounds like you need a break." He sits forward, anticipating your exit. "You taking a week off for any particular reason?" he asks casually, he is a cop after all, always the observant one. "No. I just packed my schedule so tight after coming back here. Too many late nights and early mornings so close together. I have to stop before I burn out." you stand and he moves to the door. "Oh, well I wouldn't know anything about working hours like that." he answers sarcastically. You both stand close and give each other flirty glances in the brief seconds your bodies pass each other in the doorway. He walks you down the hallway, out the front doors, you already have your hand digging in your purse. In an almost synchronized way, you both pull cigarettes out of your packs with your lips, and light them, taking a hit as you lean back. "You have any plans for next week yet?" he asks, you side eye him, not turning your face towards him. "A whole lot of nothing. I just needed to decompress." you exhale a cloud of smoke. "I assumed I'd figure it out as I went." you shrug. "What day is this wedding on? Saturday? The one I'm beating up an old man for." he grins, nudging you with his elbow. You acknowledge his gesture with a smirk. "Saturday, yeah. I plan on leaving as soon as they start dancing." your eyes widen, daydreaming and anticipating that moment of relaxation when you realize the job is over. "I can't wait to not have to hear about white chairs with tulle bows anymore." You look over at Jim to elaborate. "The chairs are what Jones is being a dick about. And this woman," you let out a sharp exhale of smoke,"Well she wants her damn chairs, I'll tell you that. They mean more to her than her actual marriage from how she acts." you gesture with your hands as you speak. "I have nightmares about this wedding, man." you mumble, "So much tulle..." you repeat, shuddering. Jim's face is full of amusement as you end your story and look back at him. "I can't wait for it to be over." "Well, after you've recovered, would you be interested in going out with me and doing something next week?" You fight the smile that threatens to give away your excitement. You act like you are making a decision, looking up at his face, you let the excited smile break through slightly. "Yeah, I'd be interested." you respond, tilting your head at him, you wrap your lips around your cigarette. He gives you the same smile back, mimicking your actions. His voice goes lower than you've heard it before, it rumbles through your body. "Then I'll be seeing you next week, sweetheart." he finishes his cigarette. "I'll call and we'll figure it out, no need to add more decisions for you to make right now." he turns back towards the building. "Unless you find another reason to come see me before then." he shoots you a knowing glance. You let the whole mischievous grin spread across your face as you finish your cigarette. "Maybe I will. You might be arresting me for assault if you can't get Jones to listen." you smirk and adjust your purse. "Well if you do, I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement." he answers very playfully, you bite the inside of your cheek in an attempt to hide a smile that reads way more than friendly. "I'm sure we can, Chief." you let out a small, low laugh as you turn to walk to your car. You wished there was a way to know if the tingling running over your skin was physical excitement or the reaction to the dark gaze Jim was giving your body as you walked away.

Jim kept his promise and took care of Mr. Jones for you. The climax of the job came and went, you went home and crashed, hard, months of overworking catching up with you. You woke up to your phone ringing. You look over at the alarm clock by your bed, 1:27 PM. "Ugh, shit." you groan, moving towards the phone on your nightstand. You had slept for over 12 hours. "Hello?" you answer, sleep still very heavy on your voice. "Wow, you really weren't lying about crashing afterward, were you?" the deep rumble of Jim's voice woke you up through the line. "No...no I wasn't," you answer, rubbing your eyes and yawning into the receiver. "I just woke up, sorry." you clear your throat, rolling over to your back. "What's up, Chief?" you ask, your voice sounding less like gravel. "I didn't mean to wake you up, sweetheart. I wanted to make sure I made plans with you like we discussed." "Mmm Hmm" you manage in response. "I'm game for whatever, Jim." you roll onto your side. "You wanna go out? You wanna stay in?" you spoke, giving him options. "You wanna do it tonight or when can you with work?" your brain was starting to function again. "Tonight would be great." You take a big stretch, hiding your noises from the receiver of the phone. "Let's do something with as close to 0 stress as possible." you suggest. "Does that exist?" he laughs. "Depends, what are your vices?" "Vices?" he asks. "Yeah, what do you do to relax?" "I'm afraid I'm not great at relaxing, sweetheart, you might have to take the lead on this one." he jokes, but you assume that's probably true. "Alright then, let me think for a minute." It's the first date, even though you know each other a little bit already. Don't want too casual, not formal and low stress. "Santino's on South?" you suggest, "I work with them on catering all the time, they're good people." "Can't say I've eaten there before." "It's good, there's a bar, it's not stuffy." you want to make sure he knows you aren't going into this expecting him to make a fuss over you. "Well, you've talked me into it." Not like he would disagree with anything you suggested at this point. ------------ You go out with Jim, it was as close to 0 stress as you could've gotten on a first date. Although a bit mouthy, as usual, he was a gentleman. You eat, you drink, you take your time, you flirt heavily. You end the date at your place, you part at your door after a promise to do this again soon. The period to the end of the date, a perfectly respectable, but lingering kiss. Your busy schedules make a second date come later and be shorter than either of you wanted. You only find time to go see a movie together, but horror movies always make for a great date in your opinion. Jim seems amused by your lack of fear while watching the movie, he finds you very charming. Wishing he didn't have to get back to work immediately after your, already short, date, he makes up for it with an intense kiss that bordered on making out before he parted from you. He later regrets this decision when he can't stop thinking about that small little moan you let out while he was kissing you. More time passes, it's always like you're both busy at the wrong times. The winter weather had moved in fast this year. You found yourself listening to the news, worried about getting out in this for your date. The phone rings. "Hello?" "Hey sweetheart." you hear Jim's apologetic voice over the line. "Evening, Chief." he gets straight to the point. "I'm afraid with this weather coming in, I don't want you out on the roads, even with me." he sounds like he dislikes this fact as much as you do. "Yeah I was thinking the same thing, unfortunately." you dramatically pout since he can't see you. "I'm sorry about this, sweetheart. I haven't had the chance to spend as much time with you as I'd like, I was looking forward to tonight." he speaks low, giving away his intention with his tone. You were really in need of some stress relief and you had hoped Jim might be the one to help you out with that tonight. "Well," you pause, trying to make sure the words came out like you meant them to, "Can you just come to my place instead?" you ask, no need to put on a front that you both aren't wanting the same thing at this point. "To your place?" his voice hints at the smile that must be on his face from your casual tone on a weighted suggestion. "Yeah," you respond confidently, although you spin the phone cord in your fingers, fidgeting. "That is, if you don't mind taking a chance on getting snowed in with me." you add flirtatiously, you hear him wet his lips. "I wouldn't mind that at all." he states factually, his tone deep and dark, you imagine his fingers rubbing over his mouth and chin at your forwardness. "I'm all stocked up and ready for the storm over here. I've got food, booze, and candles. All I'm missing is you." you sound like you're making a hard sell when he's already agreed. "You been missing me, sweetheart?" he bypasses your cute retort and goes straight for another flirtatious remark, with a tone to match. The rumble his words send across your skin, makes your thigh muscles tense. "I wouldn't be asking you to come over if I hadn't." you push back with a feminine but low tone of your own. You flip your hair back out of flirtatious habit. You hadn't gotten to see Jim as much as you'd wanted in past few weeks, but that didn't mean you hadn't been thinking about him. You hear the closed mouth noise of amusement he makes against the receiver. "Then I'll be over later, after I finish up here." you can hear the fabric of his uniform rubbing against itself. "You know where to find me, Chief." you close in a playful tone. You let out a giggle at yourself after you hang up. You felt like being bent over the back of the couch as he walked in would be more subtle than the flirting you just did. You didn't mind the grin that pulled at the corners of your mouth that wouldn't go away, or the tingling across your skin when you'd slip into a daydream about his hands on you again. Your muscles ached with anticipation. You watched the snow falling outside from your window to soothe your impatience. The view of the far edge of town from your window was peaceful, no one was out, everyone huddled up for the incoming storm. The glass was painfully frigid under your fingers, your breath fogged the glass. At least you had everything you needed to ride out the storm, and now you had a man to ride it out with too. Another body would help once the electricity went out. You smiled and bit your lip, leaning on the window sill, lost in thought. Jim had made his way up to your door, he happened to try the doorknob before knocking and sure enough, you'd left it unlocked. He peaks through the door and see's you looking out a window, bent at the waist, your weight on one arm on the window sill. You were biting your nails, eyes not focused, but directed out into the street. "We just leaving our doors unlocked at night now?" he asks, his deep voice surprising you and making you jump. You turn towards him, your hand on your chest. "If you're watching for me, I parked on the other side of the street." he says, knocking his boots on the doorway. "I wasn't, I just like watching the storm," you explained, trying to regain your cool. "I was expecting you, so I left it unlocked in case I got busy and couldn't get to the door." "Uh huh." he says, his tongue pushing against his teeth in a taunting way, he might've believed you. "I have no reason to lie." you laugh and lay the throw you had around your shoulders on the couch, revealing the off the shoulder, oversized sweater you wore for the evening. It was warm and it had an option for showing a little leg and cleavage if you wanted. "You don't look very busy." he states. You tilt your head and narrow your eyes at him, giving him an entertained laugh. "I was cooking earlier-" you stop yourself quickly, turning to move around the couch towards him. "And you need to turn off this Chief talk." you scold him, hanging his jacket in the closet. "Enough with the cop interrogation tactics." you wave your hands in the air as you speak, you make your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and motioning for him to join you. "What would Jim like to drink? Because that's who I wanted to hang out with tonight." you tease him, pushing his shoulder as he bends to look in the fridge. He side eyes you before reaching for a beer. Over the next few hours, you slowly break down that barrier Jim keeps up when he's in police mode. You stroke his ego, you feed and flirt, slowly closing the space between the two of you. You found yourself having fun, not just feeling like you were killing time before you decided to have sex. You'd gotten distracted by yet another story about your brother's younger hijinks from Jim when the storm knocks out the power. The electric whoosh of noise following the darkness falls over the town. You don't move for a few seconds. "You don't have to go deal with this do you?" you turn your face to him, sitting on the couch next to him, the low light from the windows creating blue shadows across your faces. "Nah, that's the power company's problem, sweetheart." you swallow and nod, glad he doesn't have to leave yet. You make your way to the window in your living room, pulling back the curtain to look out over the town, the moon reflecting off the snow-blanketed ground, illuminating everything with a gloomy sunshine. Your fingers start to sting on the glass, you withdraw to your kitchenette bench where you'd put your box of candles. You carry the lighter in your mouth, placing the candles all over your apartment, Jim has already risen to help. The last place you put the candles in, is your bedroom, you're moving things around to make sure you don't burn the place down when you hear Jim's heavy footsteps walk down the hall and stop in your doorway.

"These are the last of them." you say low, focusing on the fire in your fingers. You take a look around, the chill of the outside air starting to creep in the house already, the storm blowing is the only noise in the whole town. You let out a long sigh and put your hands on your hips, relaxing. "Something wrong?" Jim asks. You turn to him with wide eyes, surprised. "Oh, no. I've always liked when the electricity goes out." you motion to the lit corners of the room "The darkness, the silence, I just find it really relaxing." you let out another sigh, trying to lose your tension. "You're not worried about the storm?" he asks, moving farther into the room. You're looking out your window, distracted, the snow blows hard and fast, making your view look like television static. "No, not really." your flirty grin greets Jim, "Especially not with you here." you turn to him, shutting the curtain back. "And why's that?" he asks, moving slowly and intimidatingly towards you, you hold your ground as he pushes through your personal space. The floorboards creak, from the pressure of his steps, breaking the silence as he stalks closer. "Well," you pause, stopping to look up at him, just inches away from you. You let your fingers find and rest very lightly on top of his shirt buttons. "You'll keep me safe, won't' ya Chief?" you ask, your voice low, you suddenly don't want to play anymore. With dark eyes and a heavy brow, he walks you slowly back against one of the walls of your bedroom. "I don't think you invited me over here because you were worried about me keeping you safe, sweetheart." he implies, his hands finding their way to your hips. "Well, not exactly..." you pout, looking away, playing coy for a moment. You bring your gaze back up to meet his. "I have missed you, but, I invited you because I wanted to make sure we'd finally have time to fuck." you give him a self-assured smile, looking up through your lashes. His lips curl up devilishly into a smile. One of his hands moves across your lower back, pulling you close. The other hand slides up your body, from your hip, up between your breasts, onto your neck and behind your head. His fingers nesting into your hair in a fist at the base of your skull. His smile was making more than just your heart melt. "That's what I've been waiting to hear." he whispers as he seals the space between your bodies. He goes in hard, your body thudding against the cold wall. He pushes his weight against you, the hand in your hair he uses to control your head, baring your neck to him, he makes his way down it, his large hands start roaming through all the places you've wanted him to touch. He grabs your ass, moving to squeeze your waist before he whole hands your breast, pulling down the shoulder of your sweater to expose your skin to the cold air of the room. He finds your mouth again, your noses fight against each other as he messily kisses you. Your tounges moving together, your open mouths letting your rising noises escape when your bodies part. You have one leg hitched up, his hand grips your hip and thigh, holding it against him, he lands a firm open palm to your ass and groans. He wraps his arms around you, almost lifting you to turn your back against the bed, your calves bumping against the edge. His hands are on your hips, his fingers kneading into your flesh, he gives you a small push in the direction of the bed, you let yourself bounce onto it, torn away from his hypnotizing mouth. You see his hands go to take off his shirt, you take off your socks and peel away your sweater. You crawl up the bed, laid out and posed, waiting for him to join you, your fingers lazily run over the swell of your hips. The air is cool and the light low, the sky outside has been black for hours by now. The faint roar of the wind outside, the crackling of the candle wicks mingle in the silence to make everything feel more urgent. The quiet sounds of your wet mouths, your breathing, skin hitting skin, it all feels heightened on a night like this. He stops, his belt off and pants undone, shirt long gone, he palms himself for a moment, running his tongue over his bottom lip while he looks at you on the bed. You bite your lip and reach down to rub yourself over your panties as you watch him touch himself. His large body slides almost on top of yours, the frantic motions of hands, his mouth moves along your shoulders and chest. Your chest is rising and falling fast, his mouth finds one of your nipples. You let out a small gasp as he sucks on you with a groan. His hand running back up and grabbing the bulk of your hips, pulling you closer. You bite your lip and watch as he sends waves of pleasure through your body. His fingers find your other nipple, mimicking the motions of his mouth. You squeeze your fingers in his hair, pushing his mouth against you as you moan. He looks up at you and through pursed lips, you breathe out, "Yes," you whine, "Fuck that's good." he closes his eyes and focuses, he continues to eagerly work your tits with his mouth and hands, tongue flicking and lips tugging as the ache between your thighs grows. You move one of his hands between your thighs, his eyes roll back and he moans into your breasts he feels the wetness that's already made it's way to the outside of your panties, you roll your hips against his hand. He lets out a dark laugh he disconnects from your nipple with a long lick of his tongue. He moves up to your neck, his mouth finding your ear. His hand is rubbing back and forth over your panties. "Look how wet you are for me." he says it like you've done something bad. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and whimper out, "Mmm Hmm." as you move your chest and hips against his body. "You’ve been thinking about me doing this to you all day, haven't you?" he groans out, his hands roughly yanking your panties down your legs. You nod against him, moaning into his mouth as he starts to kiss you deeply again. "Mmm Hmm." you answer, all you could manage to say at this point, you nod and spread your legs as you kick the panties across the room. "I've been thinking about doing this to you too." he growls, his teeth biting your bottom lip, as he slides his fingers between your pussy lips, down across your clit, to your opening, just applying the lightest pressure before returning to stroke downwards again, your hips bucked every time his fingers would drag across your clit. You throbbed, swollen and sensitive, he made your lips tremble with every touch. "Fuck." you whine loudly, your head falling back as he stops to focus on your clit, his mouth on your ear, breathing steadily into it, matching the rapid rising and falling of your own chest. He continues until your panting against him. Your eyes cross as he pushes two of his large fingers completely into you. Your mouth drops open, you let out a shaky exhale followed by a sharp pitiful breath before letting out a guttural moan. He smirks against your skin. "You like that, baby?" he asks, his lips on the curve of your ear. He keeps steadily pumping his fingers into you, stretching and moving them inside you, making you gush. "Yes, fuck, more." you demand, fisting your hand into his hair. He lets out a low laugh, his lips start working on your throat. He reangles his arm, pushing into you with as much pressure as he can. He pounds his fingers into you, stopping to circle your clit with his thumb from time to time, you let out another moan, your back arching as your tits bounce with every thrust against you. You feel yourself getting lost in the pursuit of cumming on his fingers, but you're reminded of something you'd much rather have inside you as he presses himself against your thigh. He feels so hot and heavy through the fabric of his pants, you palm him as he works on your clit, he curses under his breath. "I'd rather have you pounding me with this." you instruct, pressing your lips against his ear, your tongue dragging across the edge. "Fuck, baby." He lets out a huff of breath as his mouth finds yours again, you're sliding your hands under the waist of his pants, he takes the hint and finally gets completely naked, leaning over your body, between your legs. Your skin against his is hot, covered in a thin veil of sweat, the cold outside long forgotten. His cock weighs on your lower stomach as he kisses you, hands back in each others hair, you feel him twitch as you moan against him. You reach between your bodies, slowly stroking his length against you while you rock your hips. He replaces your hand with his, he circles your clit with the head of his cock as he positions himself. You angle your hips, your legs already up and eager to wrap around him. He lines himself up with your entrance. He drops his upper body against yours, you feel him push against you as his lips work deliciously against your own. You make needy noises against him. "You ready for me, baby?" he asks as he leaves open mouth kisses down the side of your neck. "Yes, Hop, Please." you say in a breathy whisper between kisses, "Fuck me." you say in a whine as your head pushes against the pillow it laid on. With a hand wrapped around your thigh, he uses his grip on your hip to bring your two bodies together. As he slides deep into you, your mouth opens, a small squeak of a moan escapes as he pushes inside you completely. Your eyes shut as your head falls back, your body adjusting to him. A line of curses fall from your lips in the form of small moans. You feel his fingers clench around your thigh, his forehead pressed against your shoulder. He lets out a long exasperated groan at the feeling of you around him at last. "You feel so fucking good." he whispers, as he starts to move in and out of you. Your arms around his shoulders, you just listen to the sounds of both of your bodies breathing heavily, the small smacks and moans building. Your hands run down his chest as he raises up, holding your legs far apart at the knees, he pulls you by your hips, burying himself deeper inside. He closes his eyes, his lip between his teeth as he starts to fall into a rhythm, rubbing up against every sweet spot inside you. You're bouncing off of each other, he's focused as he continues to pound hard and steady into you. Your hands wander as you rise to meet his thrusts, you run your thumbs over your nipples as your tits bounce while he fucks you. You're writhing beneath him. He's making you give up the most pathetic and whiney moans as you feel your orgasm building in waves, making your skin prickle against the air. "Fuck, look at you..." he brings his weight onto one arm, straight out next to you on the bed. You raise your head back up towards him, his gaze is dark, his mouth set slightly agape while he runs his tongue over his teeth, watching you. Your mouth is parted and wet, your touching yourself, your hair falling around your face as he watches you fall apart underneath him. You hold his gaze, panting out praise as he fucks you even harder. "Yes, fuck, baby, yes." you cry out as his hands just barely touch your hardened nipples as they rub up against his rough hands from his thrusts. He's losing composer as he roughly grabs your breasts, using them as leverage as you start to pulse around him. "Fuck." he growls, closing the space between you when he feels you fluttering around him. You both fall back into sloppy, wet kisses as you move your hips against each other, moaning messes. His deep and steady pace make you start to shiver. "I'm close." you say between moans. He takes his hand to the side of your face so you look at him, but you turn your head and take his thumb into your mouth. He groans, giving you a few particularly rough thrusts as you suck on his thumb, it helps hold back your needful sounds, and drives Jim crazy. "God Dammit, baby." he breathes out heavily, his eyes closing for a moment, feeling you tighten around his cock from his words. He regains composure and uses his thumb to turn you towards him. "Look at me, sweetheart." he runs his thumb across your bottom lip as you moan around it. He feels you convulse around him again. He leans in, pushing his face into your neck, reaching between you and rubbing your clit as he finishes you off. "You gonna come for me?" he asks, his lips press against your skin. You arch against him, your body vibrating. "Yes. Fuck. Yes." you chant, your fingertips press into his broad shoulders as you let out one loud sudden cry before he starts kissing you, deeply through your orgasm. "That's it, come for me." he groans, feeling you crashing around him, he can't help but let go with you. With long fluid strokes, he comes inside you. You're both still coming down, mouths mashing against each other as you both keep swearing. He keeps lazily rocking into you until you've stopped shaking and he's gone soft, only then does he stop kissing you. You're dazed in the best way. You let your post-orgasm smile spread across your face as you both lay there looking at each other for a moment. He feels compelled to smile down at you. He admires how your soft skin seems to glow, and how the swell of your breasts pushed against him looked and felt. He pushes some of your hair back, looking you over while you do the same to him. He gives you a brief but soft kiss. He pulls away from you, falling into the bed next to you, you almost immediately shiver. You get under the covers and Jim follows your lead. He doesn't object when you snuggle up to his chest, wiggling against him to warm up. You plant a kiss on his chest and rest yourself against his warm body. You feel like you're being watched and open your eyes to see Jim looking you over as he runs his hand lazily up and down your back and hips. "You're gorgeous, you know that?" he asks, leaning in and giving you another kiss. He makes a satisfied hum and tightens his grip on you, placing his head on top of yours. You let out a small squeak of a yawn and he laughs. "Tired there, babe?" he asks, his hand caressing the side of your face. "Mmm Hmm" you nod. "I always fall asleep after a good orgasm." you state, snuggling into the warm softness of the bed and his body. "And that was an amazing one." you add softly. He chuckles to himself. "I'm gonna fall asleep, Hop." you look up at him, "I'd prefer if you stayed but, I also won't be offended if you don't." you say, laying back down and getting comfy. "I didn't plan on going anywhere." he pulls the covers up over you both and lets you get settled. "Good. That means we get to do this again before you leave." you mumble happily, sleep and sex making it so you didn't care to show that you liked Jim and wanted him to stay around. "Whenever that is, with this storm." he pauses, looking out the window, "I don't care how bad it gets if it means we finally got to do this." he lets himself settle against you. "It only took an act of nature to make it happen." you joke, a smile still reading on your face despite your closeness to falling asleep. You fade fast, between the exertion and the rise and fall of Jim's chest, you can't fight the sleep off, no matter how much you were enjoying the first indulgent post-sex moment between the two of you.

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sociallyawkward--fics · 7 years ago

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Can I Have a Hug?

[also on ao3]

So, I wrote another accidental and completely unplanned fic. Whoops? And the second night in a row too, I need to chill out with this lol

But anyway, this is largely me just projecting onto characters because I’ve been sick and haven’t seen my friends in over a week so my touch starvation is getting pretty bad lol. At this point, someone just needs to break in and drape their entire body over mine. (Reblogs > likes) (ily all thx)

Warnings: I don’t believe there’s any, but please if you see any let me know and I will update this immediately!

Summary: Logan hasn’t seen his friends in nearly a week and his touch starvation is becoming nearly unbearable. He looks back on his history with Patton and how normalized touch became after they met.

Pairing: None, really (platonic Logicality)

Words: 1723

All throughout his life, Logan had disliked touch.

He didn’t hug family. He didn’t hug friends. He barely tolerated hugs when people gave them to him, ending it as quickly as possible. He just didn’t require touch to survive, unlike most humans seem to.

His family had never understood. They had always been a tactile group of people, so his aversion to touch was not something they were able to understand. They forced touch upon him, making him incredibly uncomfortable and causing his disdain for touch to turn into hate.

Then, late in his high school career, he met Patton.

Sweet, sweet Patton, with a bright smile and a heart of gold. The boy who had too much love to give, and not enough people to give it to. The boy who was so incredible, yet no one seemed to think it except for Logan.

Everyone else found Patton a bit too annoying, a bit too hyperactive, a bit too excited about, well, everything. At first, Logan had, too. But Patton was alone and Logan was alone, so he decided they might as well be alone together.

Then Logan had really gotten to know Patton. There was so much to the other boy that no one had even bothered to see. Logan found a good friend in Patton, and he always hoped Patton had found the same in him, despite his difficulty understanding emotions.

As they had grown closer, Patton started introducing Logan to casual touches. He never thought much of it. A hand on the shoulder here, a pat on the back there, occasionally linking their arms while walking.

Then, the touches started feeling less casual. Patton grabbing his hand, Patton wrapping both his arms around one of Logan’s when he got excited, Patton slinging an arm around Logan’s shoulders.

It all felt so intimate, yet Logan knew Patton didn’t intend the touches to be romantic. He was completely bewildered by all of them, uncertain of how to react. Usually, he just ended up not reacting at all due to his confusion.

It all came to a head when Patton finally asked the big question, near their graduation. They were stressed and studying for finals after school, when suddenly Patton turned to him, seeming to be exhausted.

“Can I hug you?” He asked bluntly.

“Can -- what?” Logan said, trying to wrap his head around what Patton had said, brain still stuck on the passage he was trying to get through in his AP Government textbook.

“Can I hug you?” Patton repeated.

Logan blinked. Once. Twice. No one had ever asked if they could hug him before. They always just… did. And he hated it.

“I know you’re not the biggest fan of hugs, I’ve seen you around your siblings, but I just really need a hug right now. This stress is driving me crazy.”

Logan bit his lip. He may hate hugs, but he cared for Patton more. A short hug couldn’t hurt… right?

“Okay.” Logan said quietly.

Patton beamed. “Okay?” He asked excitedly, and Logan nodded.

They both stood from where they sat on opposite sides of Patton’s round dining table, moving to the side of it and meeting in the middle.

Patton was quick to wrap his arms around Logan’s midriff, pulling him forward until they were chest to chest. Logan wasn’t entirely certain what to do with his hands, flailing them for a brief moment before gently placing them on Patton’s shoulders.

Patton giggled against his shirt. “That’s not a real hug, Lo!”

“Well, what do I do with my hands?” Logan asked, frustrated.

Patton shrugged. “Whatever feels natural.”

Logan’s hands had slowly made their way around Patton’s shoulders, as opposed to just resting on them. He held Patton loosely.

Logan pulled back less than a minute later, adjusting his glasses. “We should probably get back to studying. These AP classes are no joke.”

Patton smiled as he sat back down. “Of course. Thanks, Logan.”

Logan simply nodded, already getting absorbed back into his notetaking.

After that day, hugging slowly became a larger aspect of their relationship. At first, Patton would always ask first, Logan’s hugs would be very loose, and they would be very short. Eventually, they grew to the point where Patton wouldn’t even have to ask most of the time, Logan would hug back as tightly as Patton was, and they would last until Logan pulled away a minute or two later.

Somewhere along the way, he couldn’t pinpoint when, Logan began craving the form of affection, which confused him to no end. He didn’t like hugs, why did he want them so badly sometimes? And why did it hurt when he couldn’t have them.

After doing some research and looking into himself, he found the answer.

Logan probably disliked hugging his family because he didn’t trust them very much, causing the action to be uncomfortable. He enjoyed hugging Patton because he trusted him with every fiber of his being.

He craved hugs due to touch starvation, he discovered. He had shut himself off from touch for so long that now that he finally had it, his body and mind couldn’t get enough. While Logan loved hugging Patton, this frustrated him to no end. He would often end up feeling anxious or sad or angry if he couldn’t get touch when he was craving, and he didn’t trust anyone else he knew enough to hug them.

When Logan had told Patton this, the other boy didn’t even blink.

“Well, that’s okay! I can be your cuddle buddy!”

And from that day forward, cuddling became normalized in their friendship as well.

They would hang out for movie marathons or to binge watch television shows together and end up coiled around each other on the couch. They would lay down to talk and end up spooning each other while whispering about their days.

Then, when Logan and Patton met Virgil and, later on, Roman in college, they, too, became part of the small group of people Logan trusted to hug him. He eventually grew close enough with them to enjoy cuddling, as well, but Patton was still his favorite cuddle buddy (as much as he hated the childish term, Patton used it enough that Logan couldn’t just not).

That’s why Logan was having such an issue, now.

It was finals week, and Logan was lonely. He had thankfully finished all his tests. Roman and Virgil had a couple more. Patton was taking his last test that afternoon.

Logan hadn’t seen much of any of them in the past week. Everyone was too busy rushing around, trying to study for their drastically different majors. No one was on the same sleep schedule anymore, so they never knew when the others would reply when sent a message.

So Logan tossed and turned in his bed, pulling his covered up to his chin and shutting his eyes tight, despite the fact that it was still only early afternoon. His craving for touch had only grown worse as the week had progressed. There was a heavy feeling in his chest, an itch under his skin, and he was lonely.

And he hated it.

Warm showers weren’t working, stuffed animals weren’t working. He even stuffed a heating pad in a pillow. None of it was good enough to replicate a human body in his arms.

Logan stared frustratedly at the ceiling and willed these feelings to leave, but he couldn’t manage it. He was stuck suffering until Patton finished his test. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long.

Not even half an hour later, Patton texted him.

Pat: Finally done!! :DDD

Logan snorted a bit and rolled his eyes.

Cuddle Bud!: No person has that many mouths, Patton.

He waited a second before sending a second message (and third).

Cuddle Bud!: Come over.

Cuddle Bud!: I need to hold someone.

Pat: Already on my way :*

Logan smiled fondly and put his phone aside, waiting for the knock at his dorm room door. It came a few minutes later, Patton’s last class having been close to Logan’s building. Patton didn’t hesitate to pull Logan into a tight hug the second he opened the door. Logan hugged back just as tightly.

They stood there for a few minutes before Patton pulled back, smiling at Logan’s disappointed expression.

“Come on, let’s go lie down.” He said, not letting go of Logan’s hand as they walked across the room to his bed.

They set up Logan’s laptop on the bedside table so they’d be able to binge Steven Universe while they cuddled, as they were bound to lie there for a while and it was easier for Patton to stay still if he had something to focus on.

They decided to spoon, Patton being the little spoon as Logan preferred being able to hold someone else in his arms.

All was well for a short while before Logan decided it wasn’t enough, he needed more. He whined low in his throat and tossed a leg over Patton’s hip, pulling him even closer and holding him tightly (though not tight enough to be uncomfortable).

That wasn’t really enough either, and Logan let out another whine, trying to meld himself into Patton somehow, to get even closer, have more of his warmth.

Patton let out a small giggle. “Lo?”

“Hm?” Logan said, trying to go still, thinking he’d disturbed Patton.

“If you need more, I can lie on top of you?”

“Please, yes.”

Patton giggled again as he maneuvered himself between Logan’s spread legs, settling down against his chest, tilting his head to see the computer. Logan wrapped his legs and arms tight around Patton, trying to draw him ever closer.

It was barely enough, and Logan knew they’d have to lay there for a while before he really started feeling better. His skin craved this and it was an insane relief to finally have it.

The two lost track of time while cuddling and watching their cartoon. It was mostly silent, aside from Patton’s giggles at the show. Eventually, he spoke up.

“Hey, Lo?”

“Yes, Pat?”

“You’re my best friend.”

Logan nuzzled the top of Patton’s head a little. “And you are mine.”

Silence for another episode and a half. Then:

“Hey, Lo?

“Yes, Patton?”

“I love you.”

If possible, Logan tightened his hold.

“I love you, too.”

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #logicality #platonic logicality #touch starvation #can i have a hug fic #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #thomas sanders #fluff #my writing

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nananikki-hey · 7 years ago

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@lildreamysoul Tumblr seems to be a bit...broken right now, as it’s not letting me reply to your ask properly. So tagging you will have to do...

Thank you so much for asking about Prompto!! I’ve been wanting to do some for him!!! <3

big spoon/little spoon:

We switch depending on each other’s moods, but Prompto’s the little spoon most times. He loves to be cuddled and I’m happy to cuddle him!

favorite non-sexual activity:

This an obvious one-but we both REALLY like to go out and take pictures. I’ve been really passionate about photography since I was a kid (in fact is I hadn’t gotten into drawing I’d probably be taking a photography course right now). Prompto’s happy to have someone who’s as passionate about it as he is.

who uses all the hot water:

ME-oof, I take looong ass showers and I love to have my showers borderline scalding, so it’s no surprise if Prompto hops in and get a face full of cold water.

most trivial thing they fight over:

We both have wicked bad anxiety and insecurities, and often times we’ll fight about whether or not we really like each other.

who does most of the cleaning:

Prompto does, I’ve got back issues so if I do a lot of cleaning I tend to be in pain and have to sit down for a while, so he normally just takes it on himself. He doesn’t mind though, it keeps him occupied and he needs that since he tends to have busy hands.

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:

I control the Netflix queue, first it was Prompto but after a while he realised he always liked anything I showed him so he decided to just let me have full reign.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:

I can’t do phone calls due to my anxiety so Prompto takes the lead there— he’s actually very firm with the landlord if things stop working (it’s kinda hot to see him get that way—)

who steals the blankets:

During winter we tend to just cuddle really close so no one ends up stealing the blankets then, but any other time of the year (minus summer) he just cocoons himself in the blankets, I don’t mind though cause I tend to sleep without blankets anyway.

who leaves their stuff around:

That’s a shared problem with both do, and it’s get ridiculous sometimes. I found one of his cameras hanging from the shower head once.

who remembers to buy the milk

See, I’ve got the WORST memory, so I’m the type to see the empty milk and make a note of getting more before immediately forgetting. While Prompto heads out immediately to get more.

who remembers anniversaries:

Again, I have the memory of a gold fish, so it’s Prompto that ends up reminding me.

Who cooks normally?

It’s a team effort when we cook, otherwise it turns out horrible if it’s done solo. Most of the time we just order take out otherwise....

How often do they fight?

Not often, about 2 times a year. I don’t like fighting so often when I feel a big argument coming I’ll drop it before it gets too bad.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Well text and call each other regularly, Snapchat is the most used thing on our phones when we’re apart. We do this thing where we talk to each other until one of us falls asleep, because we’re not used to sleeping without the other.

Nicknames for each other?

Prompto uses every pet name in the book for me, or just calls me Kay. While I’ve taken to calling him Pom-Pom (after my Chocobo...cause his hair...I can’t lol) or Babe. If I’m trying to get something out of him I’ll use Prompy.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?

Prompto is the type that really likes spoiling his girlfriends, so he pays when he wants to. Otherwise if it’s just a simple dinner we’ll split the bill.

What would they get each other for gifts?

I like to get him camera accessories or little keychains/badges. He’ll get me video games (that really end up being both of ours) or will take me out on a surprise trip somewhere for photos.

Who kissed who first?

He did, he just kind of went “fuck it” and kissed me as a sort of confession. Should have seen his face after, it was so red I thought he was gonna faint.

Who made the first move?

His kiss was the first move either of us had made, what a way to start a relationship, right?

Who remembers things?

Again, just gonna reiterate that I have the memory of a gold fish, I can barely remember what happened yesterday.

Who cusses more?

Prompto doesn’t cuss unless he’s stressed or angry...or in the bedroom. While I’ve got the mouth of a sailor. I’m the biggest casual cusser, tied with Gladio of course.

What would they do if the other was hurt?

If Prompto was hurt severely, let’s be honest I’d cry a little but I’d help him out the best I can. If it was a daemon that hurt him I’d probably rage kill it, if it wasn’t too strong.

And I’m sure if I was hurt Prompto would have two potential reactions, freakout/panic or just going a bit trigger happy on whatever did it.

#ask #prompto #prompto argentum #ffxv #ff15 #self insert #self shipping #picking up chicks

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 7 years ago

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The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived Ch.10

Fuck but @bixgirl1 and I can’t believe we’ve already posted ten chapters. We are on our waaay! To where, you ask? Oh, you’ll see soon enough. Pretty soon, it’ll be so nsfw, you’ll look back at these initial few chapters and laugh. @bixgirl1 and I regularly laugh at the earlier chapters. A few more chapters and we’ll all laugh together.

Those of you just stumbling upon this, hullo! Please find the rest of this fic on @bixgirl1‘s or my blog under the tag #virgin Draco. ❤️

Contains: Mild angst, frottage, VERY mild dub-con (just momentary and nothing shocking, promise), mouth pressing (lol)

Chapter Ten: Parental Advice and Ill-Thought-Out Plans

~Malfoy Manor, Sunday Morning~ Narcissa at breakfast, looking up at loud crack of apparition: *smiles; pleased* Draco! I thought you had plans today.

Draco, rounding the table to kiss her cheek: I do, Mother, but not until later this evening. How are you? *sits down and watches as a house-elf prepares his tea*

Narcissa: Fine, darling. *curiously* What brings you here this morning?

Draco, laughing nervously: I simply wanted to come see you. *playfully* Am I not allowed to visit anymore?

Narcissa, mildly: You are, of course. *more pointedly* Not that you have much, the last few months.

Draco, yanking his collar higher and looking guilty: I’m sorry, Mother. Work’s been keeping me busy during the week and I only have enough time to complete some chores during the weekends–

Narcissa, disapprovingly: And you’re bringing work home with you?

Draco, shaking his head: No, thankfully that hasn’t been necessary. How’s your bad shoulder doing?

Narcissa, narrowing her eyes slightly: It doesn’t pain me at all. The potions work fine; please,don’t concern yourself about it. *pauses; voice turns deliberately light* So. Apart from work, how are things?

Draco, concentrating on his tea: Good, good… Uneventful. Say, is Father around today?

Narcissa, slowly: No, he had some business at Gringotts. He should be home after lunch.

Draco, wildly: Oh, I’m sure you miss him while he’s out, don’t you? *attempts teasing smirk; looks rather ill, instead*

Narcissa, startled: *blinks rapidly* I- I- Draco, are you alright?

Draco, quickly: Of course! I just thought maybe while Father isn’t home, you miss him– as it may ha– as you might have been while you– While he was courting you.

Narcissa, nodding to herself: *murmuring* While he was courting me *smoothly* Yes, I still do miss his presence at times. But we’ve been together for quite a long while, so of course there was more– desire to be near one another when our courtship was new.

Draco, grabbing at the chance: So– you you did feel the desire to be– *restlessly shifts around in his seat* –to be close to each other… during the– while you were both courting?

Narcissa, calmly stirring her tea: That tends to be the way of things, yes. With the first stirrings of connection, we tend to be distracted by–shall we say–the possibility, as we are figuring out where it can lead us.

Draco, slightly relieved: And so… So did you– you both did explore certain… possibilities? I mean–seeing as it’s natural to be– to be distracted… *under his breath* …by one another.

Narcissa: *takes slow slip of tea while she processes* Well, our lives didn’t stop because we entered into a courtship and became betrothed. We had to learn of the other’s way of life and explore whether we may– *eyes widening imperceptibly* *clears throat delicately and sets down her cup* We were very respectful of one another in our courtship. …For one thing, I was aware from the beginning that your father had serious intentions toward me. And he never pressured me or made me feel uncomfortable.

Draco, swallowing dryly: …H-how did you know his intentions with such certainty? Did you ask? Did he– was he explicitly clear about it from the start?

Narcissa, smiling wryly: I won’t say he was explicitly clear about them from the start, but he was extremely… *thoughtful* …proprietary toward me as soon as I agreed to be courted. And there were other things; he spoke of his future with be a though it were a given fact. We became close rather quickly.

Draco, avoiding meeting her eyes: Did the closeness extend even toward… I mean… That is… *discreetly breathes in deep* Did you both indulge in– Were you both physically–

Narcissa: *measured pause* Did we indulge in our desire to explore our… physical appetites before marriage?

Draco, nodding frantically before reigning himself in: I mean… *casually* It’s not unusual to, is it?

Narcissa, taking slow breath: No, it often isn’t, particularly in this day and age. *purses lips, nods to self* After the betrothal contract was signed, we were more…free with our physical affection toward one another, though it wasn’t until we had been married that we fully– *looks at Draco intently* I know we have always stressed the importance of… Caution, in that area, with you, Draco.

Draco, licking dry lips and dropping his gaze: Y-you have, Mother… *sips his tea* So you’re saying it’s… vulgar to– to occasionally indulge m– oneself in some– physical displays of affection with their paramour? *quickly* Nothing overtly… salacious.

Narcissa, placing her hand over Draco’s forearm: *quietly* I’m saying that it is an incredibly intimate thing, and can be lovely beyond compare–

Draco, eyeing her hand in breathless silence: *looks back up with a small strain of hope*

Narcissa, mouth turning down at the corners a touch: –and because it is so lovely and so intimate, we must be careful with whom we decide to… Explore. Because there are other facets to the act of physical intimacy beyond delight. As a young pureblood of property, there could be people who would utilise your… *small grimace, quickly covered* …curiosity, for their own benefit. There is an element of power to engaging in these acts, which is why it is so important to remain in control of one’s faculties and stay mindful of the progression of the–relationship. If one loses oneself, one can easily be taken advantage of.

Draco, looking utterly dejected: Yes… I suppose you’re right, Mother. *under his breath* Control and–and not only– not just physical intimacy– Mustn’t lose control… or power.

Narcissa, brows drawing down slightly: I only mention it because y ou should be aware that there is a certain element of– abandon when we are with someone who… *finally falters; swallows* someone we desire. And there should be a balance between two people in such relationships. *falls silent, a bit of anxiety breaking through her composure as she studies her son*

Draco, dully: Balance…

Narcissa, worried: That having been said, with the right person– When there is trust with one’s heart, one can be free with their body as well.

Draco, rising abruptly: I apologise, Mother, but I’ve just remembered that I have an appointment to keep. *kisses her once more, looking somewhat broken* I’ll make sure to visit again soon. Give my love to Father.

Narcissa, helplessly: Draco–

*Draco Disapparates, stumbling slightly as he lands in his bedroom*

Draco: *heads to desk and pulls out a piece of parchment, upends the quills stand as he wrenches one out; writes with a trembling hand*

Harry Potter, I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel dinner. Sorry, something has come up with Mother. I’m sor D. Malfoy.

* Draco, That’s disappointing, but I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch. Harry.

* Draco, I came by your office for lunch and you weren’t there. I was sorry to have missed you. Owl me, all right? I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow and maybe we can grab a bite for dinner to make up for it? Harry

* Draco, What’s going on? Are you alright? Owl me; I’ve stopped by your office three times today and you’ve always “just stepped out.” Harry

* Draco, I’m not sure what’s going on but I’m really getting worried You can’t avoid me forever, you know and if you’d just talk to me, maybe we could Harry

* Malfoy, What the hell? Your Disillusionment Charms and wards are shit; I’m an Auror, I can still see your office. I don’t know what the bloody fuck you’re doing but it’s not okay and it’s not funny. OWL ME IMMEDIATELY YOU WANKER. Harry

***

~Draco’s office, Friday morning~

Draco, opening his office door a sliver and slipping in quickly: *charms the lights on; suddenly spots Harry lounging in his chair with his feet up on the table; yelps in shock* What the–?! *drops the armful of filed parchments as he stumbles back against the door* Potter! *glares with grit teeth*

Harry, grim: Malfoy. So you do still work here.

Draco, incredulously: Did you seriously break into my office? I could report you, you arrogant arsehole!

Harry, mouth curling into a vicious smile: As you’ve so frequently pointed out – for years – I’m the Chosen One. And an Auror. They’re not going to send me to arrest myself for waiting in my– *angrily spitting the word*– boyfriend’s office, are they? *pulls feet down from desk and stands*

Draco, immediately shrinking back: *recovers at once, juts his chin out and crosses his arms tightly across his chest* What do you want?

Harry, prowling closer to him: I want to know why you’ve been avoiding me. I want to know why you think that’s okay? I want to know what the fuck it is you think I did so I can fucking try to fix it! *mimics Draco’s posture, crossing arms over chest* *eyes Draco furiously* I’ve wanted a lot more from you, but I’ll settle for answers right now.

Draco, dropping his arms to his sides: I– I’ve not been avoiding… *trails off at Harry’s glare; looks away and swallows hard*

Harry, sneering: You fucking coward. You string me along, making me think you’re– you’re serious– you know what; fuck that! I know you’ve been serious. *still glaring but unable to hide the hurt in his expression* Just– fucking talk to me.

Draco, starting to tremble, looking anguished: No, you’re right. I have just been stringing you along. *looking at the floor and speaking very fast* Y-you’re not a Pureblood– *takes a step back even though he’s not watching Harry’s reaction* You’re not a Pureblood and I am and it’s laughable that– that you thought you could be with me. Th-that’s it, there’s nothing to talk about. *tries elbowing his way past him to his desk*

Harry, stung, catching Draco’s arm in a brutal grip: You said when we first kissed that it was never about that. You said it wasn’t! *swallowing hard, eyes glittering with sudden moisture* You don’t do the kinds of things we’ve been doing– open up to each other like we have, after everything else that came before, between us without– fucking feeling something, Draco. *hauls him close, chest heaving* Talk to me!

Draco, struggles weakly for a few seconds: Potter, just–! *suddenly sags against him* *screaming into his face*I don’t know who I am anymore, Harry! When I’m with you, I have absolutely no control over myself, absolutely none! You fucking touch me or… or just smile at me and my brain fucking turns off! *pulls in a huge gulp of air and forces himself to calm down* I can’t just– just– I can’t simply hand over all the power to you, alright?! I need some control here! You can��t control me, Potter, I won’t allow it! *glares with slightly bared teeth, panting roughly*

Harry, disbelievingly: *voice lowering dangerously* Control? Power? *cutting laugh* You think I have the power here? You think I’m in control?!

Draco, still trying to free his arm: What the fuck do you think, Potter? Of course you are! It’s always got to be you, isn’t it?! The Saviour! You’re always– you always– *looks away, jaw clenched, eyes flitting around wildly*

Harry, growling: What do I always do, Malfoy? Please, enlighten me. I ask you out. I tell you how I feel. *voice rising* I don’t do a goddamned thing to you without asking first, even though I’m fucking crawling out of my skin just to touch you and you’re accusing me of being in control? You’re leading me around on a fucking leash, goddamnit!

Draco, not looking at him: Let me go… *starts struggling violently when Harry doesn’t free his arm* Let me go! Let me go, goddamn it! You can’t fucking do this! You can’t always be calm and in control and– *voice cracking* You can’t take me apart with next to no effort and then stay cool and collected and not even bring yourself to completion! *shoves against Harry with his whole body* You can’t steal my control from me and then wave yours in my face like I’m some great big slut who can’t even keep from finishing in his pants like a fucking teenager!

Harry, seething: Oh. Oh. I see. This is about the fucking or–or whatever it is you call it. This is about getting off.

Draco, sneering coldly: Isn’t it always about that with you?

Harry, low, murderous: That’s what you think? You think that that’s where the control comes from? Ridiculous of me to think it might have something to do with the way we feel about each other, the way I– I fucking can’t wait to see you, the way I bought myself numbing potions to make sure I don’t pressure you, the way I’m always thinking about you, and planning our dates fucking weeks in advance and what if your father and I always hate each other and what if you can’t get along with Ron–*walking Draco steadily backwards, eyes dark and narrowed*–and what if one day I walk in on you crying in the bathroom and we’re both reminded of– *swallows; suddenly shoves Draco against his wall; follows with his body, and pins Draco’s hands against the wall* But no. I got ahead of myself. This is only about the fucking. You don’t like that I held off. Fine, Malfoy, fucking fine. *presses body against Draco’s* *shoves a thigh between both his*

Draco, his breath leaving him in a rush: *wide eyed* Potter, what are you– *cries out softly as Harry’s thigh shifts*

Harry: *rubs hard cock against Draco’s hip in slow, rolling thrusts, keeping eye contact* *whispering savagely* You’re getting hard. Do you like that, Malfoy?

Draco, breath catching wheezily in his throat: *whimpers* Potter– *suddenly squeezes his eyes shut as if he can’t bear to look back* Harry! *lets his head thud back onto the wall as he starts to grind down onto Harry’s thigh* Harry, oh god–

Harry, rasping insistently: Look at me, Malfoy. Look at me or I’ll stop. *thrusts against him faster*

Draco, keening as he shakes his head wildly: P-please– Harry, god, yes–! *helplessly twists his wrists within Harry’s grip*

Harry, breathing faster: Malfoy– *punctuating each word with a rapid thrust of his hips and rub of his thigh against Draco* I. Told. You. To. Look. At. Me

Draco, gasping through full-bodied shudders: *visibly struggles to open his eyes; fixes his glazed gaze right on Harry’s mouth* Harry…

Harry, pausing until Draco drags his gaze up, then staring into his eyes; intensely focused: *whispering fast* You think I have the control because I know more about this part than you, Draco? You’ve had me tied up in knots for months–hell, for fucking years. I thought one of us had to be in control so the other could learn how to lose it, safely, I thought that’s what people did when they were falling in– when they cared about each other. *grinding harder against him in a quick rhythm* I thought that’s what you did when you cared about someone else’s heart, but fuck Draco, if this is just about– *breaks gaze, buries his face in Draco’s throat with a sharp, broken cry as his hips rock hard against him and he starts to come, clutching Draco close and shaking*

Draco, finally freeing his hands: Harry– *tugs him up by the hair and pulls him into a rough kiss* *whimpering softly as he continues to grind his hardness into Harry’s thigh*

Harry, kissing him back ferociously, licking and biting Draco’s mouth: *presses Draco’s shoulders harder against the wall and jerks his body away, followed by his mouth* Draco, crying out in frustration: Wh– *blinking around in shock*

Harry, quietly; measured: You like control so much, Draco? *glares at him, face set* There’s your fucking control. Enjoy it. * stalks out, slamming the door after himself*

Draco, gasping desperately, tripping sideways to support himself on a filing cabinet: *croaks out* Po– Harry, wai– *clenches his mouth shut and drops his head back* *slides down the wall until he’s sitting on his haunches, head in his hands* Oh, well done, Draco, you fucking fool…

#virgin draco #*gasp*#nooooo #what the fuck are they going to do now #find out tomorrow #lololol #oh come on it's not that long a wait #drarry #innocent pureblood #randy prat #cliffhanger yaaasss #omg sorry we love you

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