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snarkwrites · 4 years ago

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summer sizzle | yours - reggie mantle [ m ]

[ prompts used ] One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other + I Love You + heavy eye contact + comfort sex + first time (together) -

[ authors notes ] And I did it. I’ve been literally dying to write this for a while now, but lately, my fucks to be given have taken a hike, so I figured if there ever was a time then it’s now? So.. Here. Have some filth.

[ warnings ] 18+ only. All actual children please exit the building now. This is not meant for your eyes. Body fluids, oral sex , mentions of biting... Other than that just teeth rotting fluff.

[ pairing / fandom ] reggie mantle x lodge!ofc - riverdale

[ tag squad ] sadfaces. there’s no one on my riverdale taglist as of now. So I won’t tag anyone. If you see this and you want to be on my taglist, I’ve linked that doc below. FYI, as of today, I am being totally serious. If you’re not on my taglist ( or haven’t told me you want to be tagged in my writing over DM or message) I will definitely not be tagging you.

[ tag doc | masterlist | fyi | ask box status : open, accepting anons (headcanons for characters & fake fic titles only tho) ]

R E G G I E M A N T L E in yours,..

“Reggie?” I called out as I stood in the empty, locker lined hallway. The dance was still in full swing in the gym but I didn’t care. I’d seen everything play out between my sister Veronica and Reggie, one of my best friends. Naturally, I rushed right out.

I heard the doors leading into Riverdale High swing shut hard and I took a deep breath before making a beeline down the hall. I stopped in front of the trophy case to reapply my lip gloss and take a few deep breaths.

,, you can do this. You can make the first move.” I thought to myself all the way down the hallway and out the doors of the school. I caught him just as he reached his Charger and I tapped his shoulder, so nervous that I nearly jumped out of my skin when he turned around.

“Jesus.” I raised my hand to my heart, giving a soft little giggle as I stepped closer and pouted up at Reggie for a few seconds while toying with his tie, threading it through the fingers on one hand. My eyes settled on his chest because for the life of me, I absolutely could not meet his gaze right now. Not and actually say what I’d come out to tell him. Looking down and just.. Touching him a little… It was keeping me calm and far better than me, just blurting it out awkwardly. I wanted to ease into it.

“I saw what happened.” I finally managed to mumble because I knew I had to say something.

Reggie let out a breath and tensed a little. Then I stepped closer, my body pressing light against his and he kind of just melted against me, staring down at me a moment before nodding back to the building. “You’re missing the dance.”

He completely ignored what I said about having seen what happened between him and my sister, or the fact that not even ten minutes later, she was all cozy with Archie Andrews again as if nothing had ever happened. I could look at Reggie and tell that it was eating him alive, but true to form, he was refusing to think about it right now.

Mostly to keep the tension between us at a minimum, I answered dismissively,

“My date was a drag anyway.” I shrugged half-heartedly as I said it, pouting a little over the fact that naturally, my date only came with me in the first place because of Veronica being my older sister. I shoved the thought out of my mind and bit my lip, my gaze falling to the black silk tie undone around his neck, raising a hand to toy with it again in the hopes of distracting myself.

This had been so much easier in my head. What if I told him and he laughed about it? What if telling him made things awkward between us? All my doubts chose that exact second to surface and I stepped away just a little to try and get myself together. During all this, Reggie was staring down at me intently, almost thoughtfully.

Finally, he spoke up. “Comin here tonight was a mistake. I knew your sister was gonna wind up going back to Andrews, I just chose to be an idiot. Be blind. Tell myself that I was wrong.”

“You’re not an idiot. You felt something, it’s okay to feel. She shouldn’t have let you believe she felt things in return, if we’re being honest.” I shivered as the wind picked up and I hugged myself a little. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to say something. Anything, at this rate. I was determined to make my own feelings for him known at last because frankly, keeping quiet was getting entirely too difficult to keep doing.

And I had nothing to lose.

“Wish I felt like that right now.” Reggie remarked quietly, stepping closer on his own just as I hugged myself a little harder because of the chill in the air. He looked me over, not saying anything. Then he shrugged off the jacket to his suit and draped it around me. “You’re going to freeze out here, Vivi.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You are my best friend, Reggie.” I reminded him patiently, tapping a foot against the pavement as my gaze broke away from him and momentarily, I glanced back to Riverdale High. “Screw the dance. This whole night was a waste of time. I only came because…” I fell silent. I was literally thisclose to saying exactly why I’d taken the date with the idiot I’d come with, but somehow, I couldn’t just… say it already.

“Because of what?” Reggie’s fingers tucked beneath my chin, making me look up at him. I gulped and let out a shaky breath, my teeth chattering a little. He stepped even closer, towering over me. “C’mon, you were saying something, Vivi. Don’t stop now…” he coaxed, deep brown eyes fixed on me, promptly making me stare in distraction and realize just how quickly I drowned in them.

“Because of you. I came tonight because of you.”

“What do you mean, because of me?” he completely closed the distance between us, his hands lingering gingerly at my hips as he stared down at me, dazed. I whined, giving him a begging glance. I couldn’t find the words to actually say what I was dying to and here he went, insisting that I said them. I cleared my throat quietly and after a second or two of mumbling to myself about it, I took a deep breath.

“Whatever you do, don’t laugh.” I mumbled softly as I rose to tiptoe, placing the palm of my hands on either side of his face to pull his mouth closer. I originally intended to just go for it, but I awkwardly wound up kissing the corner of his mouth instead and when I did… His fingers dug into my lower back, moving down to squeeze my ass through the body con minidress.

He pulled me up slightly, and just as I went to back my face away, he bit his lip and gave this little smirk while shaking his head, chuckling against my mouth, “Where you think you’re about to go, Vivi?” both his lips clenching my upper lip between as he planted a similar kiss on my mouth. When I felt his tongue trailing between my lips, my mouth fell open easily to give him access. If I shivered again, it was not because I was cold.

No, in fact, my entire body felt like it was on fire from the inside right now. He stepped back to lean against his car just a little, letting me melt against his embrace completely. Tongues clashing for control of the kiss turned to teeth nipping and scraping at each other’s mouths, shaky breaths caught in the air and swallowed by a kiss that was getting so deep and out of hand in a good way that I was starting to feel dizzy. We pulled away, panting for our next breath, both trying to process what just happened.

“I think I love you.” I managed to get it out, wiping the back of my hand along my lips. Reggie blinked in surprise, but that cocky smirk started to form and naturally, Reggie wouldn’t be Reggie if he didn’t push for more. “You think or you know?” he stared down at me intently, a gaze that demanded an answer.

“I think that I know. There’s just always been this magnets pull…” I said it feebly, afraid that now having said it, he was about to gently tell me that he didn’t feel the same. When I could finally bring myself to actually look at him, he was just staring at me intently… That cocky smirk had gone so much softer. His hand left it’s resting place on my hip to raise and lay against the side of my neck so he could cradle my face in his hands. “Yeah.” the word was choked out and his mouth buried against mine all over again, devouring it. I rubbed against him a little, trying to get even closer. The scent of his cologne filled my nose and I breathed it in deep, a soft sigh disappearing between our mouths as I did so.

When we finally broke away again, he licked his lips, staring intently at the way mine were left swollen and bruised by the desperate, longing kisses exchanged.

Of course, I wouldn’t be me if I weren’t working myself into a panic because I’d just said… all that… and he really hadn’t said anything yet.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything, huh? Because I..” he looked down, taking a deep breath, looking back up slowly. “I never would’ve even started something with Veronica if I knew.. I just thought we were best friends. Kinda thought I was gonna lose my goddamn mind because I wanted to say it to you so many times…” he trailed off, taking a few shaky breaths, stepping closer all over again with his hips pinning me against the side of his car, his hands wandering as he rubbed against me and let me melt against him, a frenzied groan against the shell of my ear as the friction started to build and we realized neither of us were interested in stopping or even wanted to.

The next thing I knew I was being pulled up his body, sat down in the passenger seat of his car. He leaned in, peppering my face with kisses as he muttered in a daze against my mouth, “I wanna get out of here. Do you, baby girl?”

“Yes.” I managed to gasp just as I felt his teeth latch onto my lips all over again, tugging, his hand slipping between my thighs and making me whimper and rock against it as soon as I felt him cup my dripping cunt. “Please?” I questioned breathlessly.

He rubbed harder, a quiet “Fuck” hanging heavy in the air between us as he dipped his head back down, muttering dazed against my mouth, “Right now, baby girl. Because if we don’t go now… People are going to get a show.”

He reluctantly pulled himself away, straightening to stand and he shut the door firmly behind him, hurrying around to the driver seat. Once he was inside the car, he started it and his hand crept right back over the center console, settling between my thighs again, a sharp hiss at just how wet his fingers came away at the touch.

His house was coming into view and as soon as he parked behind one of his dad’s many cars, he killed the engine, leaning across, his free hand at the back of my neck to pull me into him. The hand buried between my thighs kept rubbing, applying just a bit more pressure, drawing a gasped whimper out of me as I met his mouth, devouring it hungrily. I shivered at the way his fingertip trailed a line right down my center while giving me a lust filled gaze.

I pouted to myself when he opened the car door and quickly made his way around to my side, opening my door and bending at the hip, unfastening my seat belt and scooping me up into his arms. My arms looped around his neck and my nose nuzzled right against the space between his neck and shoulder and he had to stop and adjust the way he carried me because it caught him off guard and he’d very nearly dropped me. He wasted no time getting us inside, up the stairs and into his bedroom. He sat me on top of his dresser and locked the door before turning his attention to me all over again.

Stepping between my legs, he tilted my head slightly, mouth grazing against the side of my neck all over again. I could feel his lips really latch on, the suction forming between his mouth and my skin. I wasn’t stupid, I knew exactly what he was doing.

He was going to make absolutely sure I was covered head to toe in his marks. And honestly, that’s the exact thing I wanted.His hands skimmed the insides of my thighs and his mouth bore down harder, the sound of our heavy breathing almost amplified in the quiet of his bedroom. When I felt him cupping my cunt all over again, rubbing it over the soaked underwear, my head fell back and I sucked in a deep breath, rocking myself against his hand. When he leaned into me a little more, something clattered to the floor with an almost deafening thud and the two of us locked eyes, freezing in place.

When no one barged down the hall to knock at his door, he grabbed the back of my neck lightly and pulled my forehead against his lips while his other hand brushed the soaked fabric barrier covering my cunt out of the way.

My breath caught in my throat and he muttered softly, “Hope you’re not planning on leavin, princess. I wanna take my time with you tonight.” and just as I went to whimper when his thumb rubbed at my clit and his fingers buried deep in my core, slowly stretching me out a little, his lips crashed against mine to swallow the sounds of my quiet moans and whimpers as he continued to work at my clit and his fingers drummed against my spot, massaging and scissoring in and out of my core.

I rocked myself against his moving fingers and gripped at the shirt he was wearing, pulling it apart, sending a quiet spray of buttons clinking against the floor of his bedroom and he gave a low, husky chuckle as he lazily trailed his tongue over the outline of my lips. I tugged his shirt off, letting it fall softly to the floor. He gave another quiet chuckle against my mouth and the silent tear of fabric was heard as he stopped what he was doing to me long enough to tear my panties off, tossing them beside his shirt. As he turned his attention back to me, his eyes lit on my dress and he started to work it up over my thighs, up to my hips before pausing again to bite his lips and rub his chin thoughtfully.

“Reggie.” I choked out in a breathless whisper. I was throbbing, literally aching to get off and then he stopped and I was starting to get more than a little needy. His eyes locked on mine and he stepped close all over again, scooting me towards him and then picking me up, stepping over to his bed. My back hit the mattress and my hands raised, fumbling with the thin black leather belt at the waist of his pants. Once I got the buckle undone, I worked the button free. I caught his gaze as he pushed my legs open wide, his body serving as a barrier to keep them spread. Then I went agonizingly slow with the zipper to his pants.. Because turnabout is fair play. He barely held back a quiet whimper and the second his pants were undone, he was kicking off his shoes and letting his pants and underwear pool at his ankles, kicking them free from there.

He pushed me back against his bed and centered himself over me. “Condom?” I muttered the question against his mouth and he nodded, reaching out for his nightstand to open a drawer, pulling one out. As his eyes met mine again, he conquered my mouth in another hungry kiss, grinding himself against me and groaning against my mouth as the sloppy sounds of our kissing seemed to echo in the quiet room and compete with the quiet creaks of the mattress beneath us. “But first..” his lips ghosted down my throat as he mumbled the words into my skin, “I wanna taste you.” his eyes met mine as he said it and I nodded, biting my lip.

As his mouth sank lower, diving down from my throat dragging across my collarbone. When he dipped his head and I felt his tongue dart out, circling my nipples as one of his hands slipped between my thighs again, his thumb pressing hard against my clit, rubbing and working the circular bundle of nerves.

My fingers curled in the sheets on his bed and his teeth scraped against my nipples, teasing them to points as he buried his fingers inside me all over again, panting against my neck, “You’re so wet already, fuck.” as the wet sounds of his fingers working my spot with each deep thrust he made.

He moved down my body a little more, his tongue lazily trailing down my abdomen and circling my belly button, making me almost giggle and raise a little to look down at him. The lower he got, the more I felt that lazy slow burning heat in my stomach get hotter, send my stomach fluttering. I could feel my thighs slip off of each other and I knew i had to be dripping on the sheets and leaving a puddle. His eyes met mine one last time as he settled between my thighs, arms hooked beneath each one to hold me open.

Almost like a tease, he licked his lips and then he buried his head between my thighs, his tongue striping right up my center, circling my clit. I felt his lps latching on, sucking and I tried like hell to get a little more movement, get friction going all over again, but his grip on me was too tight for it. He chuckled against my cunt, “Just be still, doll. Let me take care of you, yeah?”

“Feels so good, ugh..” my head fell back as I muttered the words, my eyes fluttering open and shut, trying to stop tears from spilling because he was teasing me to a point in which I literally felt like I’d cry if he didn’t just let me get off. “Reggie!” I whimpered, begging for more. He tilted my hips upward, burying his tongue inside me even further and I lowered my hand, gripping at his hair. He gave a quiet growl, the warmth and wetness of his tongue against my dripping pussy sending a shiver shooting through my entire body. “C’mon, doll.. I feel you tensing up. Let go for me.” he muttered in a half dazed lusty tone against my pelvic mound and honestly, I needed no further push beyond his words. The orgasm that had been building for a while now ripped through me and I could hear him greedily licking and sucking me clean. He started to crawl back up my body, pressing himself down and into me. He slipped his fingers between his lips, groaning as if I were the best thing he’d ever tasted, making me watch him as he licked his fingers clean.

When he went for the condom, I reached out, wrapping my hand around his wrist, working it free from his fingers as I looked up at him. “Let me.”

He fell back against the mattress and I took the condom, tearing into the wrapper with my teeth. I worked it down over his thick length slowly, almost teasing as I did it, making him come alive below, bucking his hips upward against nothing, quiet moans and groans shattering the peaceful silence of his bedroom. He gripped my hips and I straddled him, sinking down on his length slowly, a sharp hiss coming as he stretched me out and filled me up.

Reggie rose to a sitting position and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He leaned his forehead against mine and muttered soft against my mouth, “You feel so good.Faster, princess. C’mon.. Ride me.” and I obliged him, starting to ride his cock a little faster, letting him sink into my pussy deeper, his length striking right against my spot and making me dig my nails into his shoulders just a bit. His hands gripped my hips and he started to pump me up and down on his cock, slower, steadier and so much deeper. My head fell back as I eagerly rocked my hips to meet his deep drives and moaned his name quietly, the sound only overtaken by the sound of our sloppy wet kisses and the steady creaking and rustling of the bed.

He tensed a little, his hips stuttering against mine, his fingers digging into my sides almost enough to leave bruises behind and he growled against my mouth, “You’re all mine now, right?”

“All yours.” I breathed against his mouth, my tongue trailing over his lips, slipping between them to collide with his. The kiss broke and my mouth strayed down the side of his neck. Like he’d done to me earlier, I fully intended on leaving marks behind. His grip tightened on my body and he groaned my name. “Fuck. Vivi. That’s it, baby girl. Want you to, “ he trailed off, taking several ragged breaths, “Mark me up, baby.”

I buried my lips on his neck, latching on, leaving behind a sizeable mark, riding his cock faster, whimpering against his ear as an orgasm began to build even more. “C’mon.” he urged, fucking into me faster from below, “Let go. Ride it out, princess.”

My pussy vised his length and he groaned against my neck, leaving a mark on the other side of it, his hand raising to tangle in my hair and tug at the ends of it, making me slam myself up and down on his cock even more, harder. I could feel myself dripping, still clenching his thick length tight and when he flipped us so that he was on top, slamming into me deep as he positioned my legs around his hips, burying his mouth in mine, I could feel him throbbing and my head fell back, my breath catching as I struggled to breathe properly again.

He pulled out, crawling down my body again, groaning as his eyes locked on the sight of me dripping, the excess of my juices pooling on the sheets beneath me. He moved back up my body, his mouth meeting mine as he muttered lazily against my mouth, “I’ll be right back. You want some water or anything, princess?”

“Just hurry back, baby. I wanna know how it feels to fall asleep in your arms.”

My words sent a bright grin to his lips and he nodded, slipping out of bed. I laid there and took a few deep breaths before grinning bright in the dark.

Telling him hadn’t gone nearly as bad as I was afraid it would. And now, Reggie Mantle was mine. All mine. And I was all his.

#reggie mantle fanfiction #reggie mantle one shot #reggie mantle imagine #reggie mantile imagines #reggie mantle fanfic #reggie mantle x lodge!ofc #reggie mantle smut #// 18+ only please

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yzssie · 6 years ago

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Imagine Loki meeting you, the last Valkyrie

Characters: Loki x You (the last Valkyrie). So for this one, we suppose that Brunnhilde (the original Valkyrie in Thor Ragnarok) was just a normal Asgardian ex-warrior.

Words: 1k

Warnings: None really. A little smut and the final is not concluded, but we all know everyone is going to return (you'll see what I am talking about).

A/N: I had no power for like 3 hours and an idea popped into my head so this is just a little drabble/imagine. Hope you enjoy it~

A/N 2: I just like how I have one ongoing work which needs an update and a long ass one-shot which I’ve not corrected yet, but I just choose to write another thing hahaahahaha /cries/ (Masterlist in my description)

Loki has done it again. Using a lot of his power to fool Thanos, he successfully faked his death, once more, and teleported himself to Sakaar. Little did he know how chaotic this planet is now, even more than it was in the past. Due to his immense use of magic, it got him some few days to wake up and arriving in the center, he finds the whole mess: after the big revolution they started, The Grandmaster tried to regain his throne, but with his brother dead, he left the planet to revenge him. Now, even if Loki would want to take his place, he wouldn't have anything interesting to rule over anyway.

Getting farther away from the garbage city, he sees a little house at the west end and thinks he has finally found a place to rest. But opening the door, he realizes it's not an abandoned house, but someone lives here. He scans the small room, brushing his fingers through some old books he finds familiar.

"I wouldn't touch that if I was you," a feminine voice startles him and turns away to find you, a pretty strong figure leaning on the doorframe. The clothes you wear aren't from there for sure, they almost look Asgardian if it weren't for the holes and rips at the end of each piece. Your hair falls in curls, covering the sides of your face, beautiful but stern eyes fixed on him, plucky lips tightened at his presence.

"So you're the one living here," he states.

"And you're the one breaking into my house."

"I find this place rather cozy so I think it’s a good one to rest here for a while."

You scoff.

"Get out before I get mad," you warn and he chuckles.

"You think you can win over me?"

"YOU think you can win over me?" this time you're the one chuckling and lunge forward him. Both of you engage in a fight and seeing his skills, you start to consider that he might not be just a mere person. Loki pushes you down, pinning your hands at the top of your head and finally sees your blue tattoo.

"You're a Valkyrie," he inhales and your eyes widen, pushing him with your legs, standing up

"I thought you all died gruesome deaths."

A flash of anger blackens your vision and you pin him on the wall with your leg.

"CHOOSE YOUR NEXT WORDS CAREFULLY," you hiss.

"Why didn't you get back to Asgard?"

"Get back?" you release him from your hold, "Get back for what? To live in the guilt of being the only survivor? In the misery of how my mother sacrificed herself to keep me alive? Who the fuck are you anyway?"

Loki stands up and smirks. He conjures his helmet and your eyes shake, recognizing the Prince's symbol.

"You're..."

"Kneel, pet."

Your pride freezes your body in place.

"Aren't you suppose to serve the royal family? Are you going to stain Valkyrie's reputation now?" he grins and you squint your eyes. Your conscience warns you, you are the only one left and now you will just break the vow because you're too cocky? Your sisters died fulfilling their duties…

"Whatever," you mumble and you do as he says. He's THE Prince.

"Good," he playfully grins and closes the gap between you too. You now become aware of his appearance, who could have known that the God of Mischief will turn out in such a fine man? Your gaze fixes on his chest and you can't help but think about how chiseled he might be under that armor. He smirks and leans down, scanning your face. A sudden urge of feeling him overwhelms you and in a second you’re hovering over him, lips crashing. He's taken aback for a moment but soon his hands grip your waist, tongue moving along yours. You rub your core to his crotch and he groans, flipping you over.

"What a feisty one," he brushes his lips on your neck. For a moment you ponder on your action, but his teeth biting onto your neck throws you in bliss and all thoughts diminish. A few more kisses, a few more touches and your clothes are discarded, limbs connected, his delicious body pushing into yours, thrusts and moans covering the silence in your house.

A long break is needed for both of you to come down from the amazing orgasm after he speaks:

"You'll have to show this kind of loyalty more times in order to successfully convince me," you chuckle at his proposal.

"Why are you here though?" you roll to his side and his hands press your naked body closer to his.

"A big purple titan wants to destroy half of the population so I ran away to this planet I… favored a little bit ago."

"Why not Asgard?"

"Destroyed."

"What?"

"I and my brother started Ragnarok in order to kill our hidden evil sister whom I suppose you know."

You grit your teeth at the name of the woman who killed your family. "What about Odin?"

"Dead."

"Frigga?"

His body stiffs, pain stabbing his chest.

"Honorable death. She sacrificed herself for the good of our realm."

"Did all the Asgardians die?"

"No, we managed to evacuate the planet with the help of the little revolution from here. But they were all killed by Thanos."

"Oh, so you were the one who caused such chaos here."

"I have to maintain a reputation," he smirks.

"Wait, didn't Brunnhilde help you?"

"So you know her... Did you two have like some kind of club for runaway Asgardian warriors?"

You lightly punch his sides, "And Thor?"

"Probably mourning me somewhere and preparing for war."

"And here you are," your tone is sarcastic, throwing a judging look but he ignores it.

"Doing exactly what you did," he calmly wins the argument and you sigh.

"I guess we can finally form a runaway group."

"We might," he squeezes your sides.

*a few days later*

Loki and you got along surprisingly good. You had almost the same interests, discussing hours about different topics. He got used with your lifestyle in this abandoned part of Sakaar and quickly joined you in daily matters. You two had started to know each other, but you couldn't yet tell what kind of relationship you are in. But, the sex. It was the most pleasurable time you spent with each other.

However, today something is wrong. You could feel it in the air.

"Darling," he calls from the kitchen and before you go to him, your body starts to turn into ash.

"LOKI!" you scream and when he sees you, his hands try to reach yours but you disappear before his eyes.

His fist clenches and anger takes over his whole body.

"I will fucking end him," a green light materializes his body to Earth.

Taglist opened: @drakesfiance , @cutiepotpie177 , @brokenthelovely , @ultrailoveharrystylesblog, @mooncrow123 , @heart-shaped-hell (tag doesn’t work /sadface/)

#loki imagine #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fic #loki x you #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki #loki marvel #thor #thor imagine #marvel imagine #loki scenario #loki (marvel)#avengers

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aeide-thea · 2 years ago

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interesting! the comments section at the link does include americans who, like me, class frowning as a forehead/eyebrows thing (ditto the comments section of this post!), so i wouldn't necessarily say it's straightforwardly a US/UK divide? but it does seem to be true that people who think it's a mouth thing are generally american. thx to all who weighed in!

my followup question for those of you who think frowns involve the mouth—so @ajax-daughter-of-telamon, @anatomyofaburnout, @spokir, @theslugsareback, and @idionkisson, plus anyone else who sees this reblog and falls into that category—is: are you actively moving your mouth in some way in order to frown, then? can you describe that to me? because i feel like my personal repertoire of possible mouth movements is:

i can move the corners of my mouth outwards and upwards: if i move both corners it's a smile; if i move both but also squinch up my chin to keep the line of my mouth flat overall, it's a grimace; and if i just move one it's a smirk.

i can push my lips outward: if i just push out the lower one, it's a pout; if i push out both and round them, it's a kissyface.

moving the corners of my mouth down, on the other hand, to produce some facsimile of a tragedy mask/sadface emoji, is not a supported action for me! i don't have muscles that do that! so when you guys say it's a mouth thing, i'm very curious about what it is you're actually physically doing with your face. :)

(i guess the corollary question here is also: do those of you in the mouth-frown camp conceptualize frowning as expressing sadness, exactly? because for me what it conveys is some variety of displeasure/perplexity/concentration, and not sadness at all, and i wonder if that's a conceptual difference that maps tidily onto the forehead/mouth divide.)

ok sorry to post twitter screenshots but. @ fellow americans is this actually true. are the rest of you really genuinely out there thinking of frowning as a thing you do with yr mouth

#also possibly something here abt like. sadness for me is mostly something that happens on the inside rather than getting facially expressed #anyway. idk. we're all so variable! love that for us. :)#mundanities #language

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nachtgraves · 8 years ago

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Could you do kuzuhina with 6? (From the prompt thing) Your fanfics are so well written and I love reading them!

Aw thank you! Glad you’re enjoying them :D This started off as one of my attempts of the last prompt so I just tweaked it a little to fit it to this prompt, sorta, kinda, or so I hope.

(Side note to potential prompters, I’m taking a break from doing KuzuHina prompts for a bit. Getting a bit burned out *sadface* and I don’t want that to happen cuz I love these losers.)

Anyway, here it is!

Title: the lengths fuyuhiko will go // AO3Word Count: 1,657Warnings/Tags: PG-13. Established relationship, suggestive but no actual smut, college au, boyfriend shirt because I am weak for it.Prompt: Tongue-tied

Fuyuhiko has tried everything shortof strutting around bare-assed naked, but his stupid boyfriend is far toostressed about exam week and his thesis due date and several essays to be awarethat the world exists around him. Fuyuhiko is not needy nor clingy, no onewould ever dare to even think so because it simply isn’t true. People who havenothing better to do than gossip wonder how their relationship even worksbecause Hajime is the clingy, affectionate one and Fuyuhiko is reserved andstandoffish. But Hajime hasn’t even been sleeping in their bed. Fuyuhiko didnot spend six months subtly feeding suggestions to get Hajime to ask him intorenting an apartment together for the brunet to spend his nights on a futon intheir study/work room surrounded by textbooks and his laptop.

“Hajime, have you eaten?” It’s lateafternoon on a Saturday. Hajime has only left the study to go to the bathroom.Fuyuhiko is afraid by how sure he is that Hajime hasn’t even brushed his teethand he knows for a fact he hasn’t taken a shower in a few days.

There’s a noncommittal mumble andFuyuhiko has had enough. There’s leftover curry (that Hajime was supposed toeat last night but Fuyuhiko found him passed out over textbooks, not even inthe stupid futon that is much less comfortable than their perfectly good actual bed) in the fridge so he just has to reheat it and cook some riceto have a meal ready. The rice will take about ten or so minutes and the currya few extra in a pan over the stove.

Fuyuhiko goes into the bedroom andchanges out of his jeans and t-shirt, since heat least has stepped into the outside world since the start of the weekend. Ifhis new outfit doesn’t get Hajime to spare even a glance away from hisassignments, he’s pretty sure nothing will.

The door the study is left slightlyajar from when Fuyuhiko peeked in to see if Hajime had moved at all (he hadn’t)so Fuyuhiko knocks gently before opening it enough for him to lean against thedoorframe, almost entering the room. Hajime just hums, neck bent down over anotebook and a hand completely ruining his hair.

“I’m reheating last night’s curryand cooking some rice. Is there anything else you want?”

“Mm, no I’m good.” Fuyuhiko isfairly impressed he got a full sentence. But the idiot still won’t look at him.

“Want tea?” he prods.

Hajime goes to his laptop andcopies down a quote. “Whatever you’re having.”

Fuyuhiko’s eyebrow twitches. “I’mnot going to bring the food in here so you better move your ass when the food’sready.”

Hajime nods absently. “Mhm. Yeah.”

“And open the damn windows, thisroom needs to be aired out.” Hajime doesn’t make a comment, not that Fuyuhikowas expecting one or would listen to it. He strides into the room, walking infront of Hajime and pulls the blinds and opens the windows a little moreaggressively than entirely needed. But it does the job. He’s abrupt and loudenough for Hajime to startle. From the corner of his eyes, he sees the wayHajime jumps and looks around, finally brought back to earth for the moment.

“Wha… Fuyuhiko?”

Fuyuhiko fights against his body’surge to heat up and pull the loose flaps of Hajime’s button down tighter aroundhimself, to pull his tighter pair of boxer-briefs down his thighs a little more.He’s not completely naked and it’s not the first time he’s pulled on Hajime’sclothes out of laziness, although when he usually does it, it’s after sex whenhe’s sated and blissed and pleasantly sore enough to let his inhibitions growlax.

“Food’ll be ready in another fiveminutes,” Fuyuhiko says, pretending to be oblivious to the hot stareconcentrated on his legs and ass. With the window now open and a cool breezeflowing past, Hajime’s shirt flows back and teases glimpses of the cotton stretchedover his ass. He fights not to squirm.

Hajime doesn’t reply but Fuyuhikoknows it’s not because he doesn’t have his boyfriend’s attention, rather heactually has all of it for the first time in the past couple weeks or so.Fuyuhiko doesn’t look at Hajime as he walks past him again, keeping his paceeven and steps light as he heads back to the kitchen. The rice will be donesoon and he’s got to start heating up the curry.

Fuyuhiko will never admit it, butin the thirty-eight seconds it takes Hajime to come to his senses and followFuyuhiko to the kitchen, the blond was beginning to doubt his impulsive, barelyformed plan. But Hajime wanders over to the stove where Fuyuhiko is heating upthe curry and hovers right behind the barely dressed boy, close enough forFuyuhiko to feel Hajime’s breath at the back of his head and the heat of hischest at his back.

“Grab some plates,” Fuyuhiko orderswhen he senses Hajime’s hands moving behind him. Touching is a privilege thebrunet has to earn again. “And the rice should be done so start serving that up.”

Hajime doesn’t move until Fuyuhikoclears his throat and says his name in a tone that is both a question anddemand. The taller boy has two plates of rice set on their little kitchen tablewithin seconds, making his way back to hover, somewhat creepily, behindFuyuhiko, but Fuyuhiko is prepared.

“We should still have some icedoolong tea in the fridge. Pour me a glass?” He looks over his shoulder briefly,catching Hajime’s eyes. The dark gaze is hotter than the fire heating theircurry and Fuyuhiko is momentarily stunned by the affect he has on Hajime.

“Hajime! Seriously. You can go andwash your face or I can sucker punch you awake.” Fuyuhiko is pretty proud ofhow steady his voice is. He crosses his arms and frowns for added effect,accidentally swishing the stolen shirt around his hips and drawing Hajime’sgaze.

The brunet blinks and shakes hishead out. “I—Uh, you.” Fuyuhiko hides his smirk by turning back around to turnoff the stove.

“Studying so much finally shortedout your brain?” He tries to sound snarky but he can’t hide the smile in hisvoice as he reaches up to grab plates. He has to go on his toes to reach theplates in the upper cupboards. It’s usually Hajime who cooks and plates up andFuyuhiko is too proud to have their dishes in a lower cupboard within reach ofhis short stature. For once he’s actually pretty okay with the evidence of hisshortness since the stretch pulls the shirt up higher and Hajime swallowsaudibly behind him. Fuyuhiko’s gotta say that it feels pretty good to have thismuch control over someone when dressed in underwear and an unbuttoned, oversizedshirt.

Fuyuhiko moves to plate up theirlunch but it seems Hajime has finally rewired his motor skills. Hands latchonto his hips, under the flowing, loose shirt.

“Did I say you could touch?”Fuyuhiko snaps without looking over his shoulder. He didn’t mean to be soharsh, but it appears that Hajime took his snark as actual irritation andstartles, his hands retracting as if electrocuted.

“S-sorry, I just,” Hajimestuttered. He breathes out heavily, and as Fuyuhiko plates up their lunch andgoes to the fridge to get his tea, Hajime reaches out an abortive hand, fingersstretched before curling back up into a fist at his side.

Fuyuhiko was actually starting tofeel kind of sorry for his idiot. He sighs and puts the bottle of tea on thecounter, turning around to see Hajime staring at him with his big, dumb, puppydog eyes full of remorse and want.

“You idiot,” Fuyuhiko shakes hishead and goes to his boyfriend. Hajime accepts Fuyuhiko’s weight into his armsas if he’s been given the warmth of the sun on a sub-zero day, seeminglymelting when Fuyuhiko slides his arms up around Hajime’s neck. “Lessonlearned?”

Hajime nods into where he’s buriedhis face into the side of Fuyuhiko’s head. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been sostressed about these papers and the group project where that one guy has notbeen doing anything and—Ow!”

Fuyuhiko cuts Hajime off by bitingharshly at the nearest patch of skin, which happens to be just under the cuffof his shirtsleeve, the vulnerable flesh of the inside of his upper arm. Helooks up past his lashes with a warning in narrowed eyes. Hajime gets themessage.

“Right. Sorry.” His apology isaccented by a loud growling that Fuyuhiko feels through his own chest wherehe’s pressed up against Hajime’s belly. Hajime’s cheeks flush. “Uh.”

With a snort, Fuyuhiko kisses thereddening bruise of his bite and pulls his arms away, deliberately sliding themdown Hajime’s arms up to his wrists. “Lunch first. After…” He leaves the after as a promise in the air.

Hajime follows and slides up behindFuyuhiko, resting a palm on the just of Fuyuhiko’s hipbone, over the waistbandof his underwear. The blond barely holds back from sinking into the warm andcomfy chest behind him. There’s a reason he’s always on top of Hajime when theysleep in the same bed and it’s not, as Hajime has successfully been led tobelieve, because Fuyuhiko moves around in his sleep.

Hajime slides his free hand underFuyuhiko’s arm to grab a plate, leaning down to mouth at Fuyuhiko’s neck andleaving a kiss. He’s apologizing and he wants something. Fuyuhiko can tell.“Uh. Um, you.”

Fuyuhiko pours himself some tea andgrabs his plate. “Spit it out, Hajime.”

Hajime cants his hips forward andFuyuhiko restrains from pressing back into the telling heat. “You, uh, you’renot going to change, are you?”

Fuyuhiko grins wickedly.

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