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teasty · 4 years ago

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kiss yourself (02) |h.js (m)

● pairing: han jisung x (female) reader

● genre: angst, smut, (kinda) fluff || fwb to lovers au

● words: 7.0k

→ summary: It all started when you and your best friend for life, Han Jisung, got a little bit too tipsy at a party and ended up waking up naked in the same bed. After that unfortunate night, you and Jisung confirmed there be a distinguished “friends with benefits” relationship between the two of you, with a few rules.

Number One: No one else is supposed to know about this relationship.

Number Two: The minute one of the two of you starts a serious relationship with someone, the benefits are cut off immediately.

Number Three: Have to respect the other’s wishes, if one doesn’t want to do it, then there’s no argument.

Number Four: No falling in love.

But, when Jisung starts crushing over your classmate, you start to break the rules. One by one.

● taglist: @itzgabz22

Chapter One | CHAPTER TWO | Chapter Three

“Oh, baby, I’m going to fuck you so good…”

You debated arson the next morning.

You woke up to the sound of screaming over the phone before the sun even came up, and realized that Jeongja was screaming her head off at some poor sap that probably didn’t deserve it. Well, who knows, you’re just mad that she didn’t even bother to leave the dorm room and go scream out in the hallway to give you your peace and another two hours of sleep. She didn’t even bother to apologize to you, only giving you a wave before she gathered some things and dashed out the door.

So, of course, you weren’t really the most happy - go - lucky person today. You decided to be lazy today and just wore an oversized gray tee shirt underneath a black jacket and a pair of denim blue ripped jeans. You didn’t even bother to do your hair, deciding to just let it flow around your shoulders and do it’s thing.

You didn’t see Jeongja again that day. You expected to see her somewhere on campus since you wanted to speak, no, yell at her why she should never, ever scream at three fifty in the morning and not even bother to apologize about it and then go running off. You debated calling her, but you didn’t want to deal with it, especially when you have better things to worry about.

It wasn’t really supposed to be a busy day, but it turned out to be just that. You’re a member of a specific team mostly meant for the organization and well being of the school. It could be considered something like a student council, but you’re not really in charge of the students, just more planning for future events and other things as well as budgeting. You’re only on this team because you were specifically chosen by a group of professors choosing students by their major. So, you, a political science major, got specially chosen for the job. Whether or not you wanted to be a part of the team, you were persuaded into it by professors, saying it’ll be beneficial for future decisions in your career as a politician.

There were only another seven students on the team. One of which, thankfully, is someone you know and trust, Christopher Bang. You both became good friends after you met him that one night months ago. Especially being on this team together made you both closer, and he was a lot friendlier than you had first imagined.

There’s another girl you know on the team, but you couldn’t call her your friend. Sure, you two talked often and never had any reason to dislike each other, but something about her just wasn't right with you. Her name is Jun Chunae. A beautiful young woman in your year, as well as your same major. She’s quite refined and civilized, if anything a little bit too proper for your liking. Whenever you tried to talk about parties, drinking or even just going out with friends for fun, she always liked to lecture you on how it’s disrespectful to the education system to ignore it’s attempt to educate us by going out and partying at night.

Other than that, she’s alright.

But, another thing about Chunae that never really sparked you right was how she acted when she was with Jisung. You had only learned recently that they’re quite touchy - feely with each other. You didn’t think they were friends, but it was obvious that Chunae had the hots for Jisung. But, with Jisung, you couldn’t really tell if he was attracted to her or not. He kind of treated her the way he treats every other girl, including you. And, that fact kind of made you upset. You know that you’re only his friend, but you have benefits that no other girl, to your knowledge, has. No, you don’t want to be treated like his girlfriend, but you didn’t just want to be treated like the only girl in the world one night only to watch him kissing up to someone else the next.

Were you jealous? Yeah, you were. You weren’t too fond of a girl you don’t exactly trust being too intimate with Jisung, your best friend. But, you’d never, ever, admit that to Jisung.

He’d cut things off the minute he hears that you’re jealous. He’d think you’re falling for him, and then try everything in his power to make sure nothing happens between the two of you. And that you’ll only stay his friend, with or without those stupid benefits.

But, back to the point at hand, you were pulled early out of your last class to attend a meeting for the team. You had met up with Christopher on your way to the conference room, since he had a class nearby your own.

“What could they want this time? And, here I thought we finally got out of these dumb meetings,” you whined, and Christopher laughed, nodding along as he agrees.

“I’m not sure,” Christopher sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I think Chunae would be sure to know,” Christopher rolls his eyes. Chunae was always the smart one of the group. She usually knew things before the rest of the team would know, which, in your eyes, was completely unfair. “Nothing against the girl, I just don’t like how she gets all these benefits just ‘cause she kisses the professor’s asses.”

“Right. I get what you mean,” you nod slowly, “But, it must be important if they pulled us out early without notifying us beforehand. It must be for some kind of event going on. No clue, though. We haven’t had a festival yet, so they might start one since winter’s coming soon.”

“Maybe a festival for the first snow?” Christopher suggests.

You shrug a shoulder, “Who knows. I don’t bother checking the weather, so snow could be falling any day, really. But you would think they would at least shoot us an email, right?”

“Who am I kidding, they don’t really care too much to ask if we’re free for a meeting. I was planning on going out with some friends tonight, but if this meeting is just like any other, then I might have to cancel.” Christopher looks down, obviously upset about the situation.

“Hey, don’t be so down about it. We might end early. And, if they do try to keep us in late, then just say you had plans and leave. It’s not like they’re going to kick out or anything. Besides, we’re already only eight people, we need more members, anyways.” You reassure, giving Christopher a friendly pat on the shoulder. You let your hands rest in your pocket, “Were you going to go with Jisung?’

“No, he said he had things to do,” Christopher shakes his head, not minding how you asked about Jisung, since you usually did to keep tabs on him, “No clue what, since that boy complains twenty - four seven about how boring it is in his dorm and how his roomie is usually doing his own thing. So it was just going to be Hyunjin, Changbin, Felix, Minho, Seungmin and I. We were gonna go to a bar. I’d invite you, but I don’t know how comfortable you would be around a bunch of guys without Jisung.”

“Yeah… Thanks for the consideration, though. I haven’t gone out drinking in a while. It might’ve been fun, but I think I would have had things to do tonight, anyways,” You give him a half - hearted smile, and Christopher bothers you a glance before his eyes shoot forward again. “Oh, hey, we’re here already.” You laugh to yourself as you stand in front of a wooden door with the word ‘CONFERENCE’ on it. Christopher opens the door for you, and you walk in. It’s dimly lit, and you weren’t surprised to see Chunae sitting at the head of the table, scrolling through her laptop as a professor sat next to her, mumbling about who knows what.

Her eyes shoot up the moment she hears the door open, and she shoots both you and Christopher a well practiced business smile before she takes her hands off her laptop and bows her head in welcome. Both you and Christopher bow back in respect, especially since a professor is present, and you both take a seat next to each other. “Hello (Y/N), Christopher. Good to see you guys made it. You have our apologies for pulling you out of class at random, but it’s quite important. Let's wait for the others before we start.”

“How important is it?” You ask, leaning back in the comfortable chair, raising a suspicious brow at Chunae, who closes her laptop.

“We’re holding an event, (Y/N),” Chunae says matter - of - factly, as if you should have known this by now, “It’s for the start of winter for the first snow. We’re going to do things a bit differently, a bit more western. It’s going to be… something like a dance. Except, we will have a performer and activities present, but for the majority of it, it’s a dance for the start of winter.”

“Called it,” Christopher raises a hand, and Chunae raises a thin, neatly trimmed brow at Christopher.

“Barely. It’s not like it’s a festival,” you hold back laughter as Christopher shrugs, still proud of his semi - correct assumption.

“Well, it can either be considered a festival or dance. Doesn’t really matter,” Chunae says, and Christopher snorts, and you glare at him. You fold your arms over your chest, making Chunae smile at your stubbornness, “Oh, come on, (Y/N). This will be fun. First, we must figure out budgeting and organization, as well as fitting everything into the school’s schedule. Other than that, it should mostly be advertising and preparation.”

After Chunae’s short description of what’s going to happen, the other team members glide in one by one. They all wave or bow to you, Christopher, the professor and to Chunae. All taking their respective seats and waiting for Chunae to begin the meeting. The professor left shortly after, not without bidding us good luck.

“Oh, and Chunae?” Christopher pipes up, and Chunae raises her brows at Christopher, giving him her attention, “How long are you going to keep up here. I originally had plans to go out with friends, so I don’t want to stay here until eleven like last time, if you can help it.”

“This is a very vital meeting, Christopher,” Chunae says, and Christopher rolls his eyes, looking away, “I don’t care if you want to go out with friends or not, this meeting might be long and that’s alright. You may choose to leave when you feel like it, but you might be absent for important information. It’s your choice.”

“Then why can’t you just e - mail me the information I missed?” Christopher shrugs a shoulder, and you nod in agreement.

“Because it’s better to discuss in person, is it not?” Chunae stands up, picking up her laptop, “We will debate on different things, as well as discuss things. It’s difficult to discuss in real time over e - mail.”

“Then call me. I’ve got things planned, Chunae, you can’t just pull us out of nowhere and expect us to keep our mouths shut when you don’t even warn us beforehand that there’s going to be a meeting. Sorry, Chunae, but you’re not in charge,” Christopher sighs, obviously irritated. Chunae waits with a stoic expression.

“I’m sorry, Christopher. I really am. I know I’m not in charge, but the professors have trusted me with the information I’m about to share. If you take this role responsibly, you’ll stay without argument. If you don’t, then leave. You won’t be kicked from your spot, but, as said before, you will miss a lot of vital information. It’s your choice in the end,” Chunae responds, and Christopher sighs, deciding not to argue further.

And after that little dispute, Chunae started the meeting by explaining what’s going on. And, as said before, the school is hosting a dance, which is not something ordinary for Korean colleges, since festivals usually took place in spring and usually was just with an invited idol to perform for a few hours. Chunae explained that this dance is mainly supposed to mark the end of fall and a new quarter, as well as the first seeing of snow. It was obvious, even though she never directly said it, that it’s mostly meant for couples and friends.

Each team member was given a specific task to do. Before Christopher left to go out with friends, he was given the task of budgeting. You were in charge of consulting, which was mostly just getting people to fund as well as finding performers, DJs, hosts and other people. It’s a lot of social work you weren’t too excited for, but you knew you had to take responsibility and do the job whether or not you wanted to do it.

Though it was quite boring, you had gotten a text midway through it. Chunae gave you a subtle glare, but didn’t care for how you responded to the text and carried on with the meeting.

It was Jisung.

heard you were pulled into a meeting. how long will u be there?

You responded quickly, keeping your phone under the table as you typed, your hands somewhat trembling, and you had to calm yourself as you typed.

wont be leaving for another hour or two. its pretty big. ill let you know when im leaving

He responded to you, but you didn’t bother to look at it as you shoved your phone back in your pocket.

“And who was that?” Chunae asks after a moment, staring down at you.

“Why do you wanna know?” Your brows furrow, and Chunae sighs.

“Because I’m talking about something important and you’re texting.”

“It’s my friend. Calm down, he’s just wondering when I’m getting off,” you raise your hands in a mocking surrender, and Chunae’s chin lifts higher.

“Hmm. Is it Jisung? Han Jisung? He’s your friend, is he not?” Chunae asks, and you begin to feel annoyance pile through you.

“Yeah, he is. What about it?” You ask, and Chunae shrugs her shoulders.

“I was just wondering,” Chunae sits back down in her seat, the others watching the conversation between the two of you with curious eyes. Chunae stuffs a lock of hair behind her ear, “He’s quite the looker. I hope I have your blessing if anything were to happen between us.”

“I don’t care what happens between the two of you guys,” you spit out, lying straight through your teeth. You do care. You care a lot. A part of you would be happy for Jisung, but another part doesn’t want him to leave you hanging for a girl like Chunae. You know she would treat him well and that Jisung might be better off with a girl like Chunae, but that jealous part of you doesn’t want to let him go. You love the sneaking around, the overnight sessions and even the semi - public ones. You’re not really ready to let that go, yet. It’s only been a few months. You didn’t expect for someone to be kissing up to Jisung this soon, but you should have expected it. “He’s my best friend. As long as you treat him well, then I might not consider punching your teeth in if you do end up with him.”

Chunae laughs, and you tensely chuckle through your nose along with her, “Well, I’m sure Jisung is happy to have a friend like you, (Y/N). So protective. Sometimes I’ve gone to wonder if you two are really in a relationship or not.”

“Yeah. You two basically hang off of each other, you’re around each other all of the time,” says another team member who you recognized as Naeyeon. Someone you didn’t bother to get to know. She didn’t seem to like you that much, anyways.

“It’s none of your business in the first place, if we were in a relationship. Which, we’re not,” you snap, not really in the mood to talk about Jisung right now, “Can we get back to the main focus?”

“Yes, my apologies, (Y/N). I shouldn’t invade your personal life like that in a professional environment like this,” Chunae stands up again, and you sigh. Already tired of this meeting.

At the end, you’re given loads of papers to go through considering consultation, and you weren’t ready to study them just yet. Your backpack got ten times heavier as you stuffed them in there, and you were the first one to leave when Chunae called the meeting to an end. You didn’t even bother to wave goodbye as you slammed through the door, basically speed - walking to get out of the main building and to the dorm rooms.

As said before, you had nothing against Chunae. In fact, you’d like to get to know her past her proper and all - to civilized self. If she were to let loose, she might be really fun, in your eyes. Her whole aura just sets you off, sometimes. Sometimes, she can get pretty stuck up, and you’re not sure how Jisung could handle her if he continuously complains about your stubbornness.

Speaking of Jisung, one of the first things you did when you basically ran out of the conference room was text Jisung that the meeting’s finally over and if you should start heading there.

He never answered faster.

He said you should head there, but to be careful of security since it’s so late. You were cautious, but thankfully no officer was out this late, even though it was only ten - thirty at night and curfew was thirty minutes ago. It’s a pretty long walk to Jisung’s dorm, though, since it’s on the top floor of the (decently huge) building. Since it’s past curfew, the elevators weren’t in working order anymore, and you had to take the stairs to the top floor, which absolutely killed your feet. But, once you made it to the familiar dorm door, you rested against the doorframe before knocking softly.

It takes Jisung a minute to open the door. You take that time to relax your weight against the doorframe, but your peace is short-lived when the door swings open so fast you almost lose balance of yourself by how fast Jisung opens the door. So, it takes you a short moment to actually take in Jisung’s appearance. His hair is messy and damp, and it’s obvious he has just showered most likely not too long ago. He wears a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt, and you try not to gawk at his well built and defined body. He stares down at you silently, a small smirk playing at his lips as his half - lidded eyes scan over your body.

But, after that moment, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you inside. The moment the door is slammed shut and locked behind you, he presses you against the door. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest as Jisung’s hands grip your wrists and pin you to the door. His face mere centimeters away from yours, and you can feel his warm breath against your lips. Your backpack falls to the floor. No matter how many times you’ve had sex with Jisung, he’s never been one for intimate kissing in your relationship with him. Which, to you, was weird since he always tried to get playful kissing from you out of sex or even from his other friends. Sure, you’ve both kissed before, but usually it’s not very intimate.

But, he kisses you before you could say anything. His hands firmly, yet gently gripping your wrists and pinning them to the door as his lips find themselves planted against yours. His soft lips move with yours in a passionate sync, and you don’t hesitate when you kiss him back. Your hands balled into fists as Jisung presses his body against yours, both of your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. Chills shoot through your body as Jisung’s lips capture yours in a slow, yet lust filled kiss. It’s not rushed nor sloppy, but filled with desire and crave. You let yourself melt into his kiss, his experienced lips having you succumb to him, and you could already feel yourself dripping wet from just this simple kiss.

To you, however, it wasn't so simple. You never usually get this chance to have Jisung kiss you so passionately. You never bothered to ask why, and mostly thought he didn’t want to do it because, during sex, it’s something mostly only real couples would do. Not friends with benefits. So, when his tongue meets with yours in a euphoric, blissful way, you try to savor the feeling. Knowing this might be one of few chances you’ll get to actually enjoy such a kiss, you try to make it last as long as you can.

Jisung’s lips eventually lift off of yours, but he leads a trail of firm, wet kisses down your jawline and over your neck. His tongue licking stripes up your neck as he sucks on the delicate skin. Your womanhood throbs from the feeling, and your legs press together. Jisung’s hands let go of your wrists, and you let your hands grip onto Jisung’s hair. His hands creep underneath your shirt and hoodie, lifting them up as his cold hands meet with your warm skin. His hands feel up your waist, and your head falls back, your kiss - bruised mouth opening from the bliss.

“What… What’s gotten into you tonight?” You mumble out, your arms wrapping around Jisung’s neck, pressing him further against you as his hands firmly brush over your ass and up your back.

Jisung’s lips brush against the lobe of your ear and he chuckles deeply, sending chills through you and you let out a pathetic whimper because of it, “Can’t I do something for a friend?” He says this in just above a whisper, his voice deeper and huskier than normal. And then he goes back to pressing kisses underneath your ear, trailing down your neck, moving one hand up to move your hair out of the way.

You don’t argue with him, and you let him dominate you.

Jisung pulls off your hoodie along with your tee shirt. Pulling you away from the door as he throws the articles of clothing to the side. He guides you to his bed, having you lay down on your back as Jisung pulls himself over you. Trapping you underneath him, and your hands fly to the sides of your head, succumbing to him. Jisung pushes himself down, now pressing kisses to your collarbone and over your chest. One hand fumbling with the straps of your bra, pushing them down your shoulders before they tamper with the clip.

Jisung doesn’t even hesitate to rip off your bra, and throw it alongside the other articles of clothing (most of which landed on Jeongin’s bed, and you would do something about it if you weren’t so caught up in the moment with Jisung). You let in a deep, sharp inhale when your warm breasts make contact with the cool air. Jisung looks down at you, examining your exposed breasts before his eyes flicker up to meet yours. Your face is flushed a beautiful pink, and Jisung stares at your face, loving the flustered expression you’re making before his head dips down. One hand flying up to cup one breast, his hands moving efficiently and swiftly as he firmly massages it. His lips kissing down your other breast before his tongue makes contact with your erect bud.

You emit a breathy moan as chills run through your body as Jisung suckles on one breast while his hand plays with the other. His thumb running over and pressing against the hard bud as he firmly massages your breast in circles. His tongue working wonders over your sensitive nipple, and your teeth capture your bottom lip in between them as your hands run through his hair, letting out soft whimpers here and there when he sucks harshly on your breast or pinches your nipple.

“Jisung… Oh, you’re gonna make me pay you back for this, aren’t you?” You breathe out, and Jisung chuckles against you. His tongue pressing against your nipple, and his eyes look up to meet yours.

Once he lets go, your back arches when your breast, which was once warm in the cavern of Jisung’s mouth and tongue, meets the cold air. “You think so lowly of me, baby.” Jisung presses kisses along your chest, going lower and lower, and you watch him with dark, lust filled eyes.

“I’m usually the one blowing you off, Jisung - ah,” you state, “It’s not like you to - mmh…! - do things like this.” The back of your hand presses against your lips as they press into a firm line, trying to hold back whimpers as Jisung’s fingers start to undo the buttons of your jeans. His lips pressing kisses to the bottom of your abdomen; a sensitive area, and it sends sparks of chills up your spine.

“I want to make you feel good, baby,” Jisung breathes out, lips still pressed against your skin as he speaks, his dark eyes flickering up to meet with yours, “Don’t think too much into it. Just let me make you feel good, alright?” You nod quickly, your mouth closing and your hips lift with Jisung’s hands as he slowly pulls off your jeans. “That’s my good girl. My good little (Y/N).” He chuckles darkly, and you whimper softly at both the feeling of your soaked panties meeting the cold air and from Jisung’s praise.

Your thighs are on either side of his head, and Jisung’s hands guide them apart, spreading you out for him. And, boy, is it a sight for sore eyes. Jisung occasionally looking up at you, the eye contact making you even wetter from just the intensity of his eyes. His breath fans your clothed cunt, and your hips jitter and twitch just from that. Jisung cooes at your sensitivity. He knows you’re sensitive, but since things are usually rushed, he’s never really taken the chance to slowly edge you on. “My baby girl is so sensitive and I haven’t even touched her pussy…”

Jisung’s finger makes contact with your clothed cunt, pressing against your labia and firmly pressing up and over your clit. Your hips stutter at the feeling, and Jisung watches you as your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls back. Your mouth opening to let out a beautiful, breathy moan.

But, you weren’t prepared for when Jisung pulls off your panties, his hands having to fly up to stop your thighs from slamming against either side of his head. “Ah - ah - ah… keep your legs spread for me.” He guides your legs back, spread apart and resting against the sheets. A slight burn on your inner thighs from the stretch. You watch Jisung as one arm wraps around one of your thighs, his other hand caressing your other thigh, and he presses a wet kiss on your inner thigh. Dangerously close to your exposed pussy. And, oh, how exposed you feel. Usually, you both do quickies in bathrooms or the car or somewhere where you have to put your clothes back on quickly. You’re never, usually, completely nude in front of him. So you couldn’t deny that you were a bit embarrassed by how exposed you were to him.

Your head flies back, and you finally let out your first vocal moan when Jisung’s mouth comes in contact with your pussy. His tongue pressing against your wet cunt and his lips kissing your folds. Jisung smirks against you, his tongue working wonders on your throbbing cunt. His warm mouth engulfing your cunt, and your hands brush through his hair. Gripping onto either his hair or the sheets by you as Jisung’s tongue lickes stripes up your labia, occasionally teasing your sensitive, aching clit.

Your moans get even louder when one of Jisung’s fingers begins to tease your entrance, his mouth now more focused on your clit. His middle finger slowly enters you, and you clench around him. “Oh, fuck, Jisunggie… That feels so good.” You whimper out as Jisung’s knuckles meet with you, as his finger is fully flush inside of you. Your warmth engulfing his finger, clenching around him, looking for something more. He chuckles against you, his tongue still licking up your clit, sometimes pressing sloppy kisses to it. His finger slowly begins to thrust in and out of you. More of a slow drag than a thrust.

Your mind fogs as Jisung slowly begins to add more and more fingers, his pace still slow, but fast enough to make you whimper delicately when his fingers hit a certain spot deep inside your wet, warm walls. His other hand gripping your thigh firmly, but not firm enough to leave a mark of any kind. You gently moan out his name, and it only seems to give him more and more confidence to be just a little bit rougher, but still being euphorically slow and steady.

However, it’s when he sucks gently on your clit and roughly drags three fingers out, stretching you out, before letting them roughly ram back into you, hitting your G - Spot, when you feel your climax nearing. Your back arches, and your hands grip the sheet by your head tightly as you let out a moan, “Ji… Baby, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Your bottom lip becomes captured in between your teeth as your hips begin to stutter and twitch, bucking up into Jisung, but his free hand tries to hold you down. He didn’t respond. In fact, he didn’t even look up at you. His brows furrow, focused solely on your climax. He doesn’t slow down either. He only speeds up. Sucking on your clit while his fingers thrust into you.

When your climax hits, you let out a string of loud moans, both incoherent curse words and Jisung’s name. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your mouth opens. Your back arching off of the bed as you cum on Jisung’s fingers. His fingers rut slowly into you, twisting and pressing against your G - Spot. His tongue presses against your clit to helpL: you ride out your high.

His lips detach from your throbbing pussy, and his fingers slowly pull out of you. His fingers coated in your cum. Jisung takes a moment to catch his breath. He looks up at you, and you're still coming back from your orgasm, the sense of overwhelming bliss. Jisung climbs up, trapping you under him once more. Your legs still spread for him, and Jisung pulls you into another kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue. It’s bitter, but you don’t care. You don’t care for how gross it may be, you just want to kiss him. You just want all of him.

Your arms wrap around his neck, and Jisung’s hands caress your thighs, “Oh, baby, I’m going to fuck you so good… You want that? Want me to fuck you, baby girl?”

Your head leans back and Jisung’s lips graze over your neck, “Yes, Jisung. I want you to fuck me hard… Want you to fill me, please. Please, Jisung, I need you so bad.”

Jisung smirks, already pulling down his sweats, “I fucking love how you beg for me. Only for me.” You moan out in response. Jisung finally lets his hard cock free, and it presses to his abdomen. Leaking with precum, just from eating you out. The tip is a pretty pink, and you bask in the thought how you, alone, can make him so hard. Jisung gets on his knees, and you watch how he takes a condom from his nightstand drawer and rips it open. Preparing his cock into it before his tip presses against your cunt, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

“You ready for me, baby?” Jisung asks, moving your hips up to align with his cock, which is barely pressing against your entrance. You nod frantically, the only thing coursing through your mind being how badly you want Jisung’s cock inside you. How ready you are for him. “Use your words, (Y/N).”

“Yes… Goddamn it, Jisung, just fuck me already, please. I need it so bad,” You whimper out, irritated by the emptiness inside you.

Jisung laughs darkly, “Feisty, now are we? I like your pride, (Y/N), but I’ll be sure to shut you up, got it?” And, without warning, Jisung presses into you. Your hand flies up to cover your mouth as Jisung’s hard cock slowly drags deeper and deeper into you. Filling you to the brim, and stretching you out more than his fingers ever could. Jisung’s hand grips your wrist, pinning it to the bed, “No, no. I want to hear your voice. Wanna hear your pretty moans as I break you.”

Jisung is slow, painfully slow at first. You’re wondering how he could hold back, since he usually tends to fuck you like no tomorrow. Jisung slowly drags himself out, feeling your walls clench around him, before pushing himself back in. His head dips down to watch his cock disappear into your soaking pussy, and he lets out small groans as you let out breathy moans with each thrust. “Ji… Jisung - ah… Faster, please.” Jisung looks up at you, a smirk edging on his lips before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“As you wish, (Y/N),” and so he followed through with your plea, and slowly started to pick up speed. His forehead presses against the side of your head as your legs wrap around his waist, allowing him to get even deeper inside you. With every thrust, you can feel his tip meet your cervix, and it’s such an intense feeling, you could cum right there with just enough force. But, you want this to last. You want to savor this moment for as long as you can.

Soon enough, Jisung flips you over, pressing the side of your face into the mattress as he gets on his knees. He leans over you, pressing his chest against your back and moves your hair to the side to give himself the access he needs to press wet kisses to the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine as he enters you once more. His hands grip your wrists as he groans into your neck, your loud moans muffled by the pillow below you as Jisung rams into you. His cock moving fast against your walls, giving such a blissful, burning sensation inside you that you want even more of. His hips meet over and over again with your ass as he thrusts into you. Your moans echo through the room, and at this point, you don’t care if anyone overheard you.

“Oh, fuck, baby. God, I love your pussy so much,” Jisung moans out next to your ear, and you don’t have the stability to respond to him, only with pathetic moans falling out of your lips. “Drivin’ me goddamn crazy…” Jisung grumbles as he sits himself up. His hands gripping your hips firmly to move you with him, sending you back with his thrusts as he fucks himself into you.

You can tell when Jisung is nearing his climax, because instead of his usual rhythmic thrusts, his hips begin to stagger and twitch, and his moans rise in pitch and get louder in volume. When he nears his climax, you can feel another one climbing up for you, mostly from the pure oversensitivity from your last orgasm. “Oh my fucking god… Oh fuck, cum with me, (Y/N). Cum with me.” He moans out his words, and your voice gets higher as your back arches once more, meeting your climax. Jisung leans over you again, his forehead resting on the back of your neck as his hands tightly grip your hips as he cums at last into the condom.

“Fucking hell… that was so good,” you breath out, trying to catch your breath. Jisung takes his time to relax his overworked muscles by leaning over you. He takes a minute before he pulls himself up and out of you. Your hips fall, and you wipe off the sweat as Jisung ties off the condom and gets up, tossing it into the bin.

He gets up, going over to his dresser to grab a towel. He cleans you up silently, and you watch him with curious eyes.

The moment he turns away to toss the towel into a hamper, you get up and walk over to Jeongin’s bed to grab the clothes Jisung had thrown onto it. You pick up your bra and shirt, and you barely even notice Jisung behind you before he speaks, “Are you leaving?”

“Don’t you want me to?” You look over to Jisung, who’s now wearing a pair of boxers and nothing more. He’s standing close behind you. You don’t mind the close proximity.

Jisung shakes his head, “No… Stay here tonight. Jeongin won't be back till the weekend.” Your mouth falls ajar slightly, surprised by his words. You pull your shirt over your head and put it on, and Jisung watches you.

“Alright… I’ll stay,” you sigh, and Jisung smiles down at you softly. You turn to face him, your brows furrowed, “But, seriously, what has gotten into you? You’re a bit more… intimate tonight. Didn’t really expect that.”

“What? Can’t I do something for you?” Jisung teasingly smirks at you.

“Well… yeah, but I just didn’t expect you… to do that.” You mumble out, and Jisung laughs.

“Kiss you like that?”

“Yeah.” You shrug a shoulder, “You know what, let’s not think too much into it. I’m tired.” You sigh, and Jisung laughs softly, shaking his head. You climb into his bed, pulling his blanket over you as Jisung turns off the lights and climbs in right next to you. Pressing his chest against your back, and one of his arms wraps around your waist. His chin resting on top of your head. Your heart hammers against your chest, and you try to calm yourself so he wouldn’t hear it. But, it seems impossible. Jisung’s acting weird today, and you want to find out why.

But, the answer comes sooner than you imagined.

“I don’t think we’ll be doing this much longer.”

Your eyes snap open, and your brows furrow. “What… did you say?”

“I said… I don’t think we’ll be doing this much longer,” Jisung repeats, a bit louder than before. You had heard him loud and clear the first time, but it shocked you, “I… I dunno, (Y/N). There’s this girl. And… I really… really like her. God, I sound like a middle schooler, don’t I?” He chuckles, but you don’t respond to him. You stare at the darkness, and Jisung clears his throat awkwardly when he realizes that you’re not responding. His arm squeezes you tightly. “If things work out, we can’t do this anymore.”

“Who is it?”

“Huh?”

“Who is it.”

Jisung chuckles again, and you can tell he’s getting nervous. Whatever the reason is, you don’t know. Maybe he can tell that you’re irritated with this news, “You know that one girl in your political science class? Jun Chunae. It’s her.” You hold back a groan, and roll your eyes. Of course it’s Chunae, “She and I have been hanging out recently. And, god, I think I really like her, (Y/N).”

“Of course,” you scoff, and Jisung props himself up to look at you through the darkness, “Of fuckin’ course it’s Chunae. Always Jun Chunae. That’s why you invited me over, wasn’t it? That’s why you treated me so well tonight, because it’s one of the last times, huh?”

“No, that’s not… that’s not what I’m saying,” Jisung says slowly, as if dipping toes in dangerous waters.

“Don’t lie to me, Jisung,” you snap, “I know you. You don’t like to kiss me before, during or even after sex. You just don’t. You don’t take it slow and you don’t even usually bother to pleasure me. I get it now. It’s not a problem, I’m just a bit upset that you lied to me.”

“And how the fuck did I lie to you,” Jisung doesn’t even ask it, it’s more of a demand. You can hear how he’s getting angry right back at you.

“You said you wanted to do something special for me. You said that this was supposed to be special. But, it’s not. Just for you to cut things off.” You sit up and push Jisung’s arm off of you. You scramble off of the bed, and Jisung laughs bitterly.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). You’re overreacting,” you can hear Jisung’s smile in his voice, but you don’t smile. You don’t even bother with your underwear and just throw your jeans on. You turn on the light and slip on your shoes. Jisung’s expression falls, “Wait, (Y/N), don’t leave.” You turn back to give him a dead glare, and Jisung brows crease in desperation.

“I don’t think it’s necessary for me to be here if you’re going to start chasing after Chunae, don’t you think?” You say and sling your backpack over your shoulders.

“But, if you just wait a little bit longer… I can…”

“You can what, Jisung?” You turn to face him.

“I…” Jisung trails off.

“Goodnight, Jisung. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You unlock the door and open it, “Thanks for the special night.”

Jisung gives up, and plops back onto the bed as you slam the door behind you.

Now you were really considering arson. And not just for the school, but to just burn down Jun Chunae.

You weren’t in love with Han Jisung. But a part of you was beginning to debate that.

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babyjamiebarnes · 4 years ago

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Build-A-Bear

Part Ten

Featuring: Bucky x Stark!reader, dad!Tony, Peter Parker, Steve, Sam

Warnings: mentions of smut (bondage, anal play, breeding kink, slight voyeurism), language, mentions of arson

Summary: Now that reader is stuck back at her apartment, she can finally feel safe again — until that safety is completely compromised. And more than her physical safety is put on the line.

Author’s Note: I’m so fucking stoked for this chapter!!! This is when it starts to get wild!! I hope you all like it! If you even read this, you should let me know who you think the person in question is (you’ll know what I mean when you read it lol). And as always, feel free to buy me a coffee if you want!

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Spending the next two weeks sequestered in your apartment wasn’t terrible, but it just cemented your assumption that you couldn’t even pretend to be normal anymore. At least when you were at the Tower, you felt like another face in the crowd compared to the Avengers.

Accommodating your work from home setup wasn’t easy, but you all made it work. Peter worked with you when he was back for a weekend. He even helped you go through more of your fan mail, if you could even call it that. There were some parcels that were genuine fan mail, people wishing you well and young girls saying you inspired them to pursue STEM careers; there were some death threats that you had to send to local law enforcement to investigate; there were mostly creepy letters from men you could only assume were older than your father. One man wrote that he wanted to find out if you smelled as beautiful as you looked. Cringe. Another wrote about how he wanted to suck on your toes until they were wrinkly. Gag. The worst was a man who said he wanted to be sandwiched between you and your dad. Barf.

Steve and Sam used the scanner your dad made to check all your mail before it was even brought upstairs. None had been poisoned or set to explode, but some contained explicit items that you were more than happy to not see.

It was still slightly traumatizing when Steve waltzed in with a package in his arms and said, “Hey [Y/N], I didn’t toss this one because it doesn’t look like it’s from a person. Did you order something from… Romantix?”

You paused mid-chew as you, Bucky, and Sam all sat in your living room enjoying a nice Saturday lunch. Bucky wasn’t fazed, continuing to eat his food; Sam, however, busted out laughing.

“What’s in it, Steve?” Sam asked loudly, clearly trying to rile you up.

“Uh, all the scanner showed was a couple small golf balls -- I think -- and what looked like a top? And a remote.”

Sam kept giggling to himself, Bucky and Steve both looked confused as hell. You moved to grab the box from Steve but Sam beat you to it, tutting at you as you reached for it again.

“Uh-uh. We should open it to make sure everything is safe,” Sam teased.

“Everything in there is safe, I promise,” you swore. When you tried to steal the package back, Sam yoinked it further from your grasp with a devious smile. Your cheeks were burning hot at the thought of the inevitable. Sam was going to open your box, Steve was going to turn red as a tomato, and Bucky was… well, hopefully he was going to take you to your room for the rest of the day.

And before you could try to snatch the box away again, Sam ripped the packing tape off and pulled out the first item: kegel balls.

“What are those?” Steve asked.

“Don’t worry about it!” you shouted, grabbing the vacuum-packed, heavy silver balls from a still giggling Sam. He reached back into the box and you realized you may just have to suck it up and let him have his show-and-tell.

“Here’s that ‘top’ you were talking about,” Sam joked. And in his hands sat… the butt plug.

“Sam, stop! Literally no one here needs to see this except me and Bucky,” you whined.

“In that case, I’m curious. What else is in there?” Bucky asked, leaning forward to peek inside.

“Bucky! You’re supposed to be on my side!”

Sam shrugged and handed the box to Bucky so he could rummage through it instead. You couldn’t really complain as much now that your boyfriend was doing the snooping instead.

“What the -- oh,” Bucky said as he lifted the next item: a remote… tied to a pair of thin black panties.

“Why would those come together?” Steve asked. You weren’t sure if he was serious or not because he may have been born in the early 1900s, but he would’ve had to have checked out modern porn and kinks by now, right?

“Do you want to tell him or should I?” Sam asked with raised eyebrows. His lips were quirked in an annoying smirk. Bucky sat with a similar expression; at least you knew he had brushed up on modern sex.

“They’re vibrating panties,” you deadpanned. Steve fortunately didn’t look too surprised, he just raised his eyebrows and nodded.

“What’s next, Buck?” Sam prompted him to continue unpacking.

“Oh -- oh -- oh yeah. We can have some fun with this,” Bucky laughed as he lifted up the collar and ball gag.

“Damn, [Y/N]. You’re a freaky freak,” Sam laughed. Bucky didn’t even deny this; he just laughed with his friend before continuing with the last items.

“And…” Bucky started to explain. He quickly cut himself off when he saw what was in his hands -- and covering the bottom of the package. Dozens of pieces of lingerie, from skimpy little lace pieces to a loose-fitting satin teddy to a sheer black robe. “Oh, that’s for my eyes only,” he finally said.

Sam and Steve grumbled in response but didn’t push it. They probably realized getting a full reveal of the shit you and Bucky wanted to mess around with was more than they would’ve gotten if you had your way.

And just as you hoped, Bucky took you to your bedroom for a few hours. You found out you didn’t love the plug and the ball gag made you drool, but the collar had a little leash Bucky was able to pull on while hitting it from the back... you liked that one.

From that day on, you made sure to tell the boys when you’d have a package coming in. Bucky definitely perked up at the mention of more mail like that coming his way.

•

Two weeks after the Romantix debacle, Peter was back in town and stoked to help you go through mail again. He didn’t like all the creepy letters, but he was really good at making you laugh at them instead of constantly cringing and gagging. Bucky and Steve even sat to help, but Sam said if he was going to keep cooking for everyone, he didn’t have to sort through mail. And none of you wanted to pass up on his classic New Orleans recipes.

You all sat around your dining room table with your small dining TV playing old episodes of “Criminal Minds” as background noise. The amount of mail you received definitely dropped with time, but you’d still have a hefty pile at the end of the week. The creepy letters were shredded but you liked responding to the nicer letters, so there was a “shred” pile and a “respond” pile on either side of the “open next” pile.

You were all working in near-silence aside from the quiet dialogue on the TV and the occasional clink of pans from Sam in the kitchen. With four of you working, you’d be able to read through everything in about half an hour. As you neared the bottom of the pile, you grabbed a large manilla envelope and felt the weight of whatever was inside. It couldn’t have been dangerous because the boys scanned everything, but you carefully tugged it open nonetheless. You held it upside down and gently shook out the contents: a letter, a smaller envelope, and a DVD. A few people sent mix CDs or fan videos on DVDs and flash drives, so you were initially excited about this one… until you started reading the letter. The choppy typewriter print quickly turned muddled as your blood froze in your veins.

My darling [Y/N],

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? No, I don’t think I shall. I’ll cut to the chase instead: I’m the reason the world knows who you are. Guess I’m a little loose-lipped. Oops! But I needed you to know I’m serious somehow. Or else you wouldn’t see this as a true threat.

I know your little secret. I’ve seen more than I originally planned, but you gave me plenty to work with in my free time. You look beautiful while you sleep; you look even more beautiful in the throes of passion. But I’m not looking to have your body.

Unless you get $2,000,000 to your little doorman Matthew to bring to me by the end of the week, the enclosed pictures will make their way to the desk of daddy dearest. And we both know he won’t appreciate seeing who is penetrating his daughter.

And if that $2,000,000 doesn’t find me by the end of next week, the video on the DVD will be released to the world.

I look forward to our next interaction.

Your hands shook as you tore open the envelope to see what pictures this person allegedly had of you. At first, they were just creepy candids of you walking down the street, nothing the paps wouldn’t have. Then they turned into photos of Bucky escorting you through crowds… and then photos of you in your apartment.

You were sleeping in your bed in one. Then standing in your kitchen making breakfast in one of Bucky’s shirts. And then a shirtless Bucky was cradling your face and kissing your forehead.

The next picture was of Bucky standing behind you in the kitchen. His pajama bottoms — the pair you got him for his birthday — were pooled at his feet. One hand was pressing you to the counter, the other was hoisting your leg up to the granite as he drove into you.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, unable to speak. As you frantically flipped through the rest of the photos, your eyes flooded with tears and your breathing grew more erratic, grabbing Bucky’s attention, then Peter’s, then Steve’s.

But their concern meant nothing to you as you processed the images before you.

You on your knees with Bucky’s dick clearly between your lips. Bucky on his knees with his face pressed between your thighs. Your legs wrapped around Bucky’s torso as he moved you on his cock. Bucky’s hand wrapped around your throat as you rode him on the couch.

All the images looked like they were taken through your windows, like someone was somehow standing outside your apartment despite being stories above the ground.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asked softly. He gently touched your arm, drawing your view from the distressing imagery to his attempted comfort, though it unfortunately did nothing to calm you down. Not this time.

You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes but couldn’t bring yourself to speak. All you could do was shake your head and push the letter to him. You watched his eyes quickly scan the words before reaching for the photos. He didn’t snatch them away from you or even try to take them. He just held his hand out and let you shakily hand them over.

And then you saw the pacific blue of his eyes turn dark and stormy, his jaw clenching as he flipped through the pictures of you — you and him. His breathing grew more and more ragged the more he saw, until he threw the photos to the table with a loud, “Fuck!”

Seconds later, Sam dashed into the room as Steve sifted through the photos. Even Steve grew irritated at the sight. Peter and Sam quickly followed suit, only glimpsing a few pictures before getting the gist of the rest.

The room was silent aside from your quiet sobs. You and Bucky both stared at the disc lying between you until your eyes met. His usually pale blue irises were nearly black.

“I’m scared,” you whimpered. Despite being scared himself — and angry and frustrated and confused — he reached out to pull you into his lap and hold you. Keeping you close always made him feel better, even when it felt like the world was crashing around him.

“Close the curtains,” he demanded gruffly. Steve and Peter immediately jumped up and started pulling all your curtains shut, throwing your usually bright apartment into near darkness.

Bucky held your face between his palms, forcing you to look in his eyes.

“I know you’re scared, but we need to see what’s on that DVD.”

“I can already guess what it is,” you said through your tears.

“Yeah, me too,” Bucky agreed. “But we have to make sure.”

You simply nodded. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, helping your breathing slow at the reassuring gesture. He led you into the living room with the DVD in hand. Steve and Sam stood in the living room, Peter sat on the couch. They all looked concerned for you, but tried not to show pity. You could tell they were all upset about this too.

“You can leave the room if you don’t want to see what I’m sure we all know is on this,” Bucky said. His voice was deep and gravelly, almost like his morning voice, but… mean.

You and Bucky sat together on the sofa across from Peter, all eyes trained on the TV as the screen faded from black to a slightly fuzzy shot of your bed. Seconds later, you and Bucky came on screen. And there was audio.

You giggled as Bucky’s body pushed yours to the mattress. “What are you gonna do to me?” your voice sounded.

“I’m gonna put a baby in you,” Bucky’s voice growled. “I’m gonna cum inside this tight pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Jesus,” Sam grumbled. You would’ve laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious.

Bucky only let it play until clothes started coming off. That’s when he knew they actually had a sex tape of you two, especially considering the nearly two-hour time frame on it. Sending explicit pictures of you and Bucky to your dad was one thing, but releasing a non-consensual sex tape of you two was something else entirely.

“What are we gonna do?” Peter asked quietly. Your tears had finally stopped, but the concern in his voice almost sent you over the edge again. He was such a sweet kid and he didn’t deserve to deal with the stress of this with you. But you also knew he was your best friend — practically a brother — and he wasn’t going to let you fend for yourself through this, even with Bucky by your side.

“We have to give them the money,” Sam replied. “We can find out who the door guy gives it to and arrest them or track the bills, but we have to get the money.”

“I don’t have the money,” you confessed. Everyone except Bucky seemed surprised. “I make $200,000 before taxes. Before I got this new role, I made half that. Even if we don’t deduct taxes and the expenses I do pay for, I wouldn’t have even close to two million.”

Everyone went silent again until Steve finally spoke up.

“We need to talk to the doorman.”

•

Bucky stormed out of the elevator, rushing ahead of everyone with murder in his eyes. He gripped the front of Matt’s suit and shoved him against the wall, shaking the letter in his face.

“What the fuck is this?” Bucky was seething.

“What?” Matt squeaked. His eyes were wide as saucers. He was clearly not expecting this confrontation. Bucky just shook the letter again to draw the doorman’s attention.

“Wait. You got one too?” Matt asked. Bucky’s grip loosened as he stared at the shorter man in confusion. You instinctively looked at Peter, who looked just as baffled as you. “I-I got a letter like that. In my locker. This morning.”

“Show us,” you demanded. Bucky released him but Matt’s eyes saw the posse of Avengers behind you (save for Peter, who he probably assumed was either a friend or boyfriend — secret identity and all that) and he rushed all of you to the locker room.

It was a small room since there were only a dozen doormen in your building, if that. He opened his locker and revealed a letter that was nearly identical to yours, but with no mentions of his looks and a much different threat.

“They’re threatening arson?!” you nearly shouted. Bucky and Steve read the letter before handing it to Sam and Peter to check out as well.

“They included pictures of my mom and sister,” Matt explained, clearly scared of what might happen to him and his loved ones. “They know where I live and they know who I live with. I-I would’ve taken this to th-the police but I didn’t want to risk it.”

“They have the later date listed for him,” Sam said. “You had one week to get the money or they’d tell Tony, two weeks or they release the tape. Now we have two weeks to save his family.”

Everyone in the room fell silent once again. Eyes fell on you as Peter quietly repeated his earlier question: “What are we gonna do?”

Despite all eyes on you, you turned to Bucky, who continued to study the letter. His jaw flexed as he thought and if this had been any other time, you would’ve kissed the tension away.

“We’re gonna tell Tony.”

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sugurus-slxt · 4 years ago

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Haay, congrats for 100 bestie! I wanted to join the new event so I would like a personality match up with jjk

I am 5'4 [164cm] and I'm Omniromantic and Asexual. I'm an ENTP and my pronouns are she/they also I'm a female lol

gemini sun Capricorn rising and Aquarius moon for the zodiacs

Personality: Pretty obvious, people tend to tell me that I'm either very mature or very childish like bro it depends on the situation I'm in 😰

I also kinda scare people at first but once they get to know me better and become friends they tell me I'm pretty chill lmao can't argue on that but I still am the friend with tons of energy sksksk

My music taste is literally all kinds no matter the beat so I'm not that picky. I'm an artist and an archer so ig those are my two hobbies.

I dislike children, summer and sports even if I eat out of boredom my body looks pretty much decent

I absolutely love Coffee, gaming, drawing, jewelry and ferrets! [and arson but we won't talk about it.]

My aesthetic is like,, pretty dark. I wear techwear or just cargo pants. I love the fit ok?? I mostly care about what I'm wearing than how my room looks like

I don't have a favorite movie or stuff like that but I'm currently in the jjk fandom if that counts lmfao

I don't even know if I have a type, I like my food both introverted and extroverted ig ✋🙄 My love language would be definitely physical touch because I'm touch starved as shit 💀

Probably the last thing here will be my appearance so uh,, I'm pale and I have naturally short black hair. I've got dark blue eyes and honestly I wear a lot of rings and jewelry because I just love accessories.

That was all, HAVE FUN READING THIS WHOLE ASS TEXT AND HAVE A NICE DAY👍💞

Personality Matchup

One 𝑅𝓊𝒷𝓎 coming right up

A/Note: Hey anon thank you so very much for visiting THE VAULT. I will admit I thought about this for a while before I decided but I see this working out pretty well. I hope you like your match up :) Love <3 ~ Sar-chan

I match you with...

Runner Up: Itadori Yūji

Here are some HCs:

I think the first time he meets you because you come off scary at first; it encourages him to want to know you more. When he gets to the more chill side and energetic side of you, he instantly wants to spend more time with you. I think your energies seem like they would match really well.

Gojo can be the same really mature or childish and I think that works well together. I definitely see that you guys can be a chaotic pair but also lots of fun. There would never be a dull moment.

Because your music taste is pretty much in a wide range he will have you listening to new songs all the time. If you reject his offer he’ll get all pouty and beg you, “y/n-chan, please. Just try it.” Cue the puppy dog eyes.

Gojo has most definitely asked you to draw him once. I’m sure he’d be like, “Draw me like one of your French girls.” He’d be all dramatic that it’s impossible not to laugh. Cue pouty Gojo again.

Don’t get me started n if you say no. This man will bother you for weeks and when you do finally get annoyed and say yes he will hug you so frickin tight you almost suffocate and then run off to tell the first person he sees. If it’s Nanami I’m sorry for him but if he tells Yuji he is going to come and tell you that you’re so cool.

Will doodle on your page or canvas just to annoy you.

When he finds out you’re an archer he’s most definitely intrigued. He’ll like to watch you practice but he’ll never push you physically to try more. He admires your form and the amount of focus you have. Gojo will have a little fun and compete with you but he isn’t amazing because he’s never done it too often, he just knows the basics.

I think Gojo can draw and he will sketch you and show you after, smirking of course. He’ll feel a sense of pride from seeing you smile but he won’t let you see the blush of happiness that dusts his cheeks.

Gojo is a teacher so he doesn’t have a particular dislike towards kids but he will get a good laugh out of seeing you be annoyed by them. He’ll give you a million apologies but he can’t stop laughing thinking about it.

I think Gojo definitely wants to try out your style and will come to find it pretty comfortable. Matching outfits whenever you go out. He definitely wants to pick some outfits for you to try though.

Gojo likes sweets so if he drinks coffee with you it’s overpowered with sugar. Once he accidentally gave you his cup and he ended up with yours that had way less, he gagged and coughed. If you laugh at him he will get you back like the little mischievous shit he is.

He’ll definitely game with you he gets super competitive, always has a bet on the line.

I’m telling you Gojo will commit arson with you for fun. *silently me too if you’d like*

Gojo brings you back new jewelry all the time for you to try. Thanks to him every week you get something new but he tries to always get something he thinks you’ll wear. Won’t tell you but he’s totally called Nanami and Shoko to ask if you’d like it.

Since you don’t have a favorite movie Gojo is determined to help you find one. Movie marathon every weekend but don’t worry he has snacks, all your favorites.

Gojo is very touchy but he will not ever overstep your boundaries, as reckless as he may seem he thinks about other people’s feelings especially yours. He likes giving you headpats the most. I think he totally makes times for sessions of just being close to one another, He likes laying in silence with you a lot; it’s sort of a break from him. It’s nice to feel calm; he will fall asleep if you run your hands through his hair. He just feels better with you because he gets to know you’re safer with him. Being the strongest sorcerer comes with a lot of weight but he forgets that when he’s with you.

Lastly, for appearance, I think that both contrast well; in height, dark and light hair plus the contrast of your shades in eye color is just chefs kiss to me.

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I hope you liked it :)

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hyuckssunchip · 4 years ago

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For 200 followers!!

prompt #1 by @scvrllet

here’s a prompt list created by scvrllet that I pulled, feel free to request a member and a number 😊

i’ve never done this before so i hope it goes well lol

list is below too....

Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.”

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?”

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.”

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.”

“You made me a better person. Thank you.”

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?”

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?”

“I love you.” “No you don’t”

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.”

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.”

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.”

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.”

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

General

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.”

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.”

“You’re who they warned me about.”

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.”

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?”

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?”

“You always do this.”

“Wake me up when it’s over.”

“You look happy.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.”

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct scenerios #nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct angst #nct smut #nct fluff #nct 2020 #thanks for 200!#thank you!#fool sun #neos #nctzens

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seraphtrevs · 5 years ago

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A mutual of mine recently went through their process when creating a piece of art, and I thought it might be fun for me to go through my writing process, even though no one asked lol.

Step one - I get an idea. There’s no real process here—it just happens. Not all of my ideas are good, but occasionally I’ll have one worth nurturing. When that happens, I’ll start to cultivate it. Sometimes I’ll find music to put me in the mood and go for a long walk, but most of the time I’ll just play with idea in my head while I’m taking care of mundane stuff. (My husband can always tell when I’m “writing” because apparently my face goes completely expressionless and I get a thousand yard stare lol.)

Step two – Outlining! (If a piece is short, I’ll skip this) I’ll write down the beats of what happens: Lalo does this, Nacho does that, snippets of dialogue. I’ll make sure the overall shape of the story looks good, but the ending will always be a little fuzzy. I can also guesstimate how many words I’m going to need. I can write about 1000 words an hour, so that gives me a good time frame for how long I’ll need to get it done.

Step three – Title! I find it extremely helpful to have a title BEFORE I start, because a good title can sum up the theme I want to aim for, and that helps me focus. It’s also the first thing a reader sees, so I want to make sure it puts them in the perfect mood for the story I want to tell. Sometimes a title will come to my mind fully formed, but most of the time I have to play around with it. I do a lot of cribbing from the greats. I’ll think of famous stories that have similar themes and look up quotes. Alternately, I’ll search for quotes about a particular topic and see what comes up.

Step four - Write! It’s really important for me not to be too self-conscious at this stage – I just write what comes to mind. (I don’t think about the outline too much, or anything of what I detail below – that’s stuff to check after I’m finished.) I like for things to be quiet because I’m “telling” myself the story, and I need to be able to “hear” it. Once I’m through to the end, I’ll go back and check my math.

Yes, math. I know it sounds weird, but it’s helpful! I’ve read a ton of books on story structure, some of which break down what should be happening in a story at every single percentage point in the manuscript. You can go overboard with that kind of stuff in a way that’s not useful, though. So I just take a look at my 25% and 50% marks, and then make sure my climax hits.

By the 25% mark in the story, the inciting incident should have occurred—that’s the thing that happens that kicks off the story. More importantly, a question should have been raised that the reader will want answered—this is what the story is about. By the 50% mark, something should happen that at least partially addresses the question, but the answer at this point is either incomplete or wrong. The climax should happen very close to the end, just like sex. If I did it right, it’s a “wow” moment. It should either answer the question, or even better, make you realize that the real question was something else the whole time (twist!).

Since I don’t know the full answer to the question myself when I start writing, the climax is often a surprise to me too! This is my favorite part of writing because it truly feels like magic when things come together.

A few examples under the cut (spoilers for my fic)

1) A story with a straight-forward answer:

In Only You, the inciting incident is when Lalo gets Nacho to come home with him.

The central question is: what does Lalo want from Nacho?

At the 50% mark, Lalo propositions Nacho. So that’s a partial answer – he wants him for sex. But is that really all there is to it?

At the climax, it’s revealed that, no! Lalo wants more. He calls Nacho amorcito for the first time, and starts to plot how to capture him completely.

2) A story with a twist question:

In The Green-Eyed Monster, the inciting incident is when Lalo discovers that Nacho has girlfriends. He becomes enraged in a way we haven’t seen before.

The central question is: what is Lalo capable of? This question has been brewing in the previous stories in the series. We know Lalo is a threat and Nacho is in danger. But what is the danger? I

At the 50% mark, Lalo cuts off a dealer’s ear for no reason. This is an answer to the question of what Lalo is capable of: extreme violence with little care to the pain he inflicts, in a way that is random and unpredictable.

But! It’s only a partial answer. We still don’t know what he’s going to do with Nacho.

Lalo makes Nacho take him to his home and pays off the girls (that’s unpredictable, so the reader should still feel on edge). Then he demands submission from Nacho (reader is waiting for the violent part to come in). Nacho avoids the latent threat of Lalo’s violence by submitting to him.

The story could have ended there, except actually, it turns out “What is Lalo capable of?” is the wrong question—or at least, not the whole story. The real question is, “What is Nacho capable of?” Because when Lalo takes him to bed, Nacho nearly strangles him to death in retaliation! That surprised me, and I hope it surprised you too.

Here’s the breakdown for the other fics:

Power Play

Inciting incident – Nacho accepts Lalo’s invitation to go driving.

Question – Can Nacho use sex to control Lalo?

50% mark – Nacho initiates a kiss. Partial answer to the question: Yes, he can seduce him…

Climax – …but he hasn’t gained control of him at all.

Riding the Tiger

Inciting incident – Nacho uses his wiles on Lalo at the restaurant

Question – Can Nacho seduce Lalo, part 2?

50% mark – Nacho arrives at Lalo’s for their date. Partial answer – Lalo is definitely into him…

Climax – …but twist! The question should be, “Can Lalo seduce Nacho?” The answer is yes, and it leaves Nacho more helpless than before.

Flip the Script

Inciting incident – Nacho confronts Lalo about what he wants

Question – Can Nacho position himself as Lalo’s equal?

50% mark – Nacho asks if he can fuck Lalo and Lalo says yes. Partial answer – well, Nacho can be on top in bed…

Climax – …but he’s still under Lalo’s thrall.

Of Mice and Men

Inciting incident – Domingo agrees to go home with Lalo and Nacho

Question – What is Lalo going to do to Domingo?

50% mark – After Domingo’s second, definitive yes, Lalo starts slapping him around. Partial answer – Lalo is going to use Domingo sexually...

Climax— …but twist! The real question should have been, what is Lalo going to do to Nacho? Because Lalo is trying to destroy Nacho’s relationship with his best friend in order to bring Nacho more completely under his control (Man, Lalo is such a DICK.)

(This fic has an epilogue, which is when Nacho and Domingo have their talk, so the climax doesn’t occur right at the end. The epilogue has a mini-arc with the question, has Lalo succeeded? And the answer is no.)

Fire Bug

Inciting incident – Lalo commands Nacho to come along for some recreational arson

Question – Will Nacho obey Lalo?

50% mark – Nacho starts destroying the gas station on Lalo’s command. Partial answer – yes, but…

Climax – …Lalo has won a battle but lost the war by pushing Nacho too far – his leverage on him is slipping.

Keep It in the Family

Inciting incident – The twins arrive

Question – Is Nacho destined to be the plaything of the Salamancas?

50% mark – He sleeps with Marco and Leonel, so, sort of…

Climax: …but he’s finally figured out how to leverage Lalo’s desire and possessiveness against him

Later, I’ll be going over how I approach longer works like Reign in Hell, and the Only You series overall. Hopefully this was interesting to some of you lol.

#my fic #writing stuff

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artgurusauce · 5 years ago

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Haven’t posted here in a while since the guidelines changed but I thought “Fuck it why not” since this is so huge.

Yup just go ahead and throw some shitty google translate kanji up there you dumb American hahaha Seriously tho I was just too lazy to do dialogue in english ;w; Anyways, been scrolling through the Haudion tags on here for the past couple of days and while I already have a Haudion fic on my plate and I'd rather not do 3 fics at once, I got inspired after watching "A Silent Voice" by Kyoto Animation on Netflix after being recommended to me by several people (Yes, I am aware of the arson attack btw, that was mostly why I was getting recommended). So I decided to make a special secluded AU thing here and share it with y'all. Not gonna elaborate on this further so please don't ask me. You guys are all free to write something of your own out of this if you want, though. But this little binch is just too tired and too overworked -▽- Now I did a doodle page of Gladion and Hau as Shoko and Iida but after clicking around on here and AO3 some I decided to make a new and more original doodle sheet. Gonna go over each doodle one by one, starting from left and going to right and also starting at the top and going to the bottom. Hopefully it's not too confusing lol. Context: This AU essentially is just "If Glad was a greaser" but also "Hau is blind/deaf". Gladion is a gang member, straight up. Not much to comment on, other than he is in constant conflict with an opposing gang that sometimes trespasses on his turf (The Skull Gang). He is in fact an ex-member of this particular gang, but quit after a huge falling out in which he actually left the leader with a scar on his face. Unfortunately, I didn't get to build much on his background for this since I wanted to keep the focus on the relationship. But you can fill in the blanks. Hau is basically a Helen Keller type deal, and while he can speak it is slow and stunted and sounds very awkward. Usually when talking to someone he doesn't know, he will attempt to sound out words while using his hands to communicate. He has a special sign language he performs by tracing and moving his fingers a certain way along someone's palm. 1.) Greaser Glad Reread an AO3 fic that was Haudion drabbles. I came across a chapter titled "Seven Kisses" and a particular scene was rather interesting. After reading the comments, I found someone who I was actually familiar with and has sent me fan art before talking in-depth about a possible Haudion Greaser AU and I thought it was a pretty cool idea (Obligatory shout out to @the-kawaiifan you should totally check out her page). So this first doodle is just concept art basically. I looked up Greaser fashion and I do in fact have my own Southside Serpent leather jacket so it was pretty easy for me to draw up lol. 2-3.) First Meeting I would imagine they first meet when Hau is being mugged on Gladion's turf by Skull Gang grunts. Of course, Gladion is mostly just beating their asses for trespassing on his turf, and he drives them away pretty quickly. At first he mistakes Hau for a girl as he is rather small and feminine looking with long hair. At first he warns "her" to leave but he quickly notices it seems that "she" can't hear him. Hau eventually manages to communicate with Gladion and figure out what happened to him and he speaks aloud while tracing on his hand to thank him for his help. Gladion is off-put by this and quickly realizes Hau is actually a boy and while he feels embarrassed and shameful he shakes it off. (Dialogue in number 3 translates to "Thank You") 4.) Chibi Smoking Sucks Just a cute doodle of the boys. Hau don't like the smell of smoke. 5.) You're Beautiful Now I've been taught a lot about how blind and deaf people work and the thing I hear most often is that their other senses are extremely heightened as a result of their other senses being cut off. Basically, since less attention is put on those senses, way more attention is put on others. And in Hau's case, I'm sure that's probably double the case. Just a generic scene of one of the first times Gladion realizes he's totally in love with this cute clueless boy. He's beaten up (Fill in your own context by whom and why, personally I'd insert a Skull Gang beat down here lol) pretty badly and Hau touches his face and basically examines him and he just says out loud that he thinks Gladion is beautiful. This pretty much has greaser boy totally head over heels for him buuut he hides these feelings cause he feels like he'd just be taking advantage of Hau. (Dialogue in this one translates to "You are beautiful") 6.) Obligatory Rain Snuggle Poor poor Hau is not very popular with other kids in his neighborhood. On a particular day going on his way to visit his best friend Gladion he's cornered and beaten up by a bunch of jerkwads in his class. They steal his jacket when they see it's about to rain and leave him there. He keeps on his way to visit his friend even in the pouring rain and starts to catch a cold. By the time Glad finds him he's pretty much blubbering incomprehensibly aside from Gladion's name and sobbing profusely. Gladion offers him his jacket and lets Hau trace on his hand to tell him what happened. He just hugs Hau and takes him inside somewhere to get him warm. Gee, what a nice gangster. Is his heart warming up lately? 7.) Confession Time Obligatory confession scene. This is pretty basic. After learning from Hau how to speak in his special signing language and eventually getting over that god darn insecurity of his he confessed to Hau by tracing on his hand. Hau is shocked initially and Gladion immediately regrets it. He decides it'd be best if he just went away. He tries to leave and Hau trips trying to follow him and begging him to come back and Hau confesses he's super in love with this dumb greaser boy. They kiss and hug and all that good stuff. Happily ever after, yay~ Or is it...? (⚆_⚆) 8.) Blind/Deaf Hau I tried looking around at 1950s-1960s wear that might look cute on him, but I ended up half assing on the clothing for this one. Hope it doesn't look too out of place lol. I imagine since he's blind wearing his long ass hair up is probably unnecessary. Not much to comment on here, tbh. Ain't he cute? .w.

I haven’t slept since yesterday when I started editing this bout to pass out now bye

#haudion #cuteboneshipping #fanart #alternate universe #doodledump

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jocelynships · 6 years ago

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i wanna hear about your ocs!!!! tell me about them please??? :3c (dreamy-skies-station)

@dreamy-skies-station

OKAY WOW UH I WASN’T ACTUALLY EXPECTING ANYONE TO ASK ABOUT MY OCs AJKSDHDSJKSF OKAY UHHHHHHHH

I’LL JUST TALK ABOUT WHO I GOT REFS FOR THIS ART IS OLD AS FUCK I APOLOGIZE I’M GONNA MAKE LIKE… ACTUAL REFS FOR THESE DUDES SOON I’LL DO THIS UNDER THE CUT BC THIS GOT LONG AS FUCK

Okay, I’m a hoe for 80s shit, idk if you all know this or not, but behind Marvel, I’m in LOVE with 1980s hair bands (bands like Poison, Bon Jovi, Motley Crue, KISS was a hairband in the 80s just look at them in the 80s after they take off the makeup it’s CRAZY AF) and I had this idea for a story with an immortal monster hunter, and I thought it would be funny if she was fairly young immortal, so I figured in the late 70s/early 80s she’d get smacked with those powers of immortality. And I thought it would be even funnier if she was running around with a hairband made up of 4 human guys who have no fuckin’ idea what any of this supernatural shit is, but run with it bc she’s their friend

I have like… a lot for this story I’m not gonna get into everything, but the supernatural creatures aren’t just limited to monsters, but also fantasy creatures too so like *shrugs* I’M WORLD BUILDING LIKE CRAZY WITH THIS SHIT

So first off, we got Roxanne Watson. She’s fiercely bisexual and can kick major ass. She got her immortal powers at 26, somewhere in the late 70s I’m thinking, so she’s fairly young. I’m thinking about the funny shit I can pull whenever another character asks her about past stuff. All Roxanne can tell you is how the Beatles took over the world in the 60s and about how she snuck into KISS concerts when she was in her 20s.

Anyways, she dates the lead singer of the hairband I’ll talk about in a bit, but since he’s not immortal they have to break up (she actually runs away in the late 90s bc she can’t deal with the fact the people she cares about are getting older and will die one day, she has a huge crisis over it and Does Not handle it well), but she ends up with a pretty vampire lady who’s a bit of a reckless dumbass but she’s lovable. Roxanne said Bisexual Rights everyone.

But anyways, Roxanne has a lot of inner turmoil about being immortal. She’s not able to see her family again, her friends are all going to grow old and die one day, it’s just super depressing man. So when she runs and goes off the grid for like 20 years she goes from being pretty upbeat to being closed off and all that. But she gets pulled back into the scene by a young girl destined to become an immortal herself (the kid’s name is Maddie, when I draw her I’ll post about her) and the pretty vampire lady who’s name I have not decided yet. I’m thinking maybe Janet or Lita for her name. Also they team up with the older Pyromanaics to kick some ass bc there’s an evil immortal dude trying to like… kill everyone.

AND NOW ONTO THESE GLAMMY ROCKSTAR BOYS WHO I MADE TOO PRETTY FOR MY OWN FUCKING GOOD

These are The Pyromaniacs! I literally just came up with them on a whim but I am in love with these boys. They’re all dumbasses. Except Phoenix. He’s the only one with a brain cell. Also Ash is supposed to be a hairy dude, because holy fucking shit look at hair band dudes. THEY ARE HAIRY.

Anyways, let me tell you about each of them, from left to right:

Jax Embers, the drummer. He’s the cute, innocent one, the one everyone fawns over. He’s also the youngest and can be a bit impulsive and energetic. But you gotta love him. Literal ray of sunshine.

Phoenix Ryder, the guitarist. He’s the only one with a working brain cell. He’s pretty laid back and quiet, doesn’t say too much. He’s Mysterious™️. Doesn’t really like the spotlight, but doesn’t mind some attention from cute guy or gal (he said bisexual rights too)

Ash Arson, lead singer. He’s a bit of a show-off and appears to be really cocky on stage, but in reality he’s a nice guy, pretty humble too despite being an idiot at time. He’s just doing what he loves. Never wears a shirt bc that was A Thing with the lead singers of a 1980s hairband.

Harley Blaze, the bassist. He has absolutely No Chill. He’s ready to throw down like… 24/7. He fights with Ash a lot because Ash is a dumbass and likes to start shit with Harley. But he’s not a bad guy. He once jumped into a crowd to beat up a creep messing with a 16 year old girl at a concert bc that’s a big no no. His real name is Harley Davidson for shits and giggles.

OKAY SO LIKE THAT WAS A LOT BUT THE PYROMANIACS ARE MY BOYS AND I LOVE THEM A LOT! Also I made all five of these dorks too pretty for my own good and my bisexual ass is crying because I wanna smooch my own characters, but there’s nothing stopping me from doing so.

Ash is supposed to be the heartthrob of the group, but almost everyone I’ve shown these to really like Harley for some reason?? Idk, but I support them. He’s a grumpy bitch (he chills out as he gets older tho)

So yeah, they formed in the late 70s, and at their first performance gig Roxanne got her powers and they were freaking out because some magic shit just happened and now there was a girl passed out and no one else around. I should mention the evil immortal dude attacked and murdered another immortal who was looking for Roxanne so… chaos. Roxanne chased him off tho, but tried to save the other immortal who was dying. So instead, the dying immortal just gave Roxanne her powers and… yeah. Sorry, this is a mess lol I’m TIRED it was a long day.

They also show up as older guys later on in the story since the story actually takes place in like modern days, and I have to work on designing their Old Men looks but I have some ideas.

There’s a few other characters such as Maddie and Pretty Vampire Lady, and then the evil immortal and the main three immortals who are in charge of the other immortals but… I haven’t developed them as much yet. Well, Maddie has a pretty solid backstory and stuff, I just need to design her.

So if you want to know more about Roxanne and the Pyromaniacs feel free to message me! Also none of them are straight just saying. So like. If you wanna smooch Roxanne or one of the guys, be my guest dude. I support you!

#asks #dreamy-skies-station #joce’s ocs #<- i’ll use that tag for my ocs from here on out

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imagines-never-die · 8 years ago

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Date Headcanons- Gentlemen

Genji

He most likely hasn’t been on a date since before his cybernization. So when he suddenly has to plan a date for you, he’s gonna pull out all his old notes

He may have to tweak these notes a bit since they include sexual teasing throughout the date and end with an invitation back to his place

He’ll cross out those bits and try to replace them with more gentlemanly things

There are a few potential places he might take you--the arcade, the aquarium, the mall, his place (whoops forgot to cross that off his old list)

But at some point, he’ll take you for some ramen. Assuming he can’t eat in his new body, he may have a bit of wistful aura about him, but he’ll just be happy if you enjoy his favorite food.

No matter where he takes you, he’s going to buy you something to remember the date by (so make sure to make little remarks of things you might want him to get ^.-)

Overall, his dates are the classic shoujo high school boyfriend date. He takes to dates like a fish to the ocean.

McCree

If Jesse gets to plan the date, he’s going to have some ideas in mind

And ideal spot for him would be one of the campy shooting galleries where all those cut-out animals pop out. It’s a good chance for him to show off to his date and get real close to them as he shows them how to aim properly

Do you like horsies? McCree’s ridden a few in his life, and he’d love a day where he can teach you to ride western style. The two of you could go on a nice trail ride~

Every date with him will end with him offering to buy you two drinks. It’s kind of a cowboy courtesy

If you want to impress him, here, try out-drinking him! But be careful because that can be very difficult

Reaper

Date? When was the last time this man went on a date? He hardly ever had time for that back in his Overwatch days, and he hardly has time now that he’s a deadly assassin. Besides, Death doesn’t do dates...

But not even this guy can deny wanting to spend more time with his significant other, and whether he wants to admit it or not, that’s called a “date”

He’d say something along the lines of “So...you wanna go...kill some stuff?”

Lol yes dates for him are just missions where you two work together. He’s not very creative.

Maybe once you two start getting closer, he’ll ask to hang out with you a bit after the mission. Do some weapon maintenance back in his quarters, do some talking, take off his mask...

But if you really want a more formal courtship with him, you’ll have to try suggesting some more acceptable dates. Even just taking him to the practice shooting range and swapping combat techniques!

Once he gets used to spending time with you without murdering other people, you can move on to sharing meals together

He’ll want your undivided attention on these dates. Don’t look at other guys, and he better not catch any guys looking at you.

Soldier: 76

Jack also hasn’t been on the date scene in a while, but he’s more accustomed to being a charming young man than Gabe is. He had to do a bit of posing as the Strike Commander, and I’m positive he had a few admirers.

So I’d like to think he knows the basics of a classic, old fashioned date: dress nice, maybe bring some flowers, give some complements, take them out for dinner. That sort of thing

Even though he knows the basics, good luck getting him to following them now. 76 will be caught up in the fact that he’s too old to be dating or that he’s got no time for courtship now that he’s a vigilante.

But if somehow you’ve got him arranging to take you out for a night on the town, good on you!

He’ll be much more awkward than he used to be, blushing, stumbling over his words, rubbing his neck

He’s just very nervous that he’s so old yet out on a date of all things!

Nevertheless, he’ll try to be the gentlest, sweetest date he can be. Though there may be some places he can’t go or he may be recognized...

After your night out, he’ll insist on walking you home so that you’re safe, and give you a quick kiss before saying goodbye

Hanzo

Uuuuuhh.....What? A date? What’s he supposed to do for one of those?

You can bet that the first time you ask for a date with Hanzo, it’ll be his first date ever.

Now don’t get me wrong, he had a lot of admirers growing up who asked him out, but he shot them all down simply because he didn’t think the heir of his clan should be going around and wasting his time with girls

But now he’s kind of regretting turning those dates down because now he has no idea what to do...

He tries to remember what Genji used to do for his dates, but he quickly remembers how short-lived Genji’s relationships were, and quickly dismisses that idea

Hanzo’s probably written down a list of ideas, all of which he’s crossed out. Oh dear, this is really stressing him out

In the end, he’ll decide to take you out for tea in a nice, zen garden (even better if the cherry blossoms are in bloom!). At first, things will be very stiff and awkward, but just try to get him to talk a bit, and the ice will quickly break

Junkrat

Ooh! Shopping! If you know Junkrat’s definition of shopping is, though...

Blowing up a mall and stealing everything in the process, starting with the milk tea shop!

He just wants to show his partner his favorite things in life: explosions, mayhem, and boba!

But he gets it if his s/o isn’t into really loud explosions and arson...I guess he could steal some milk tea prior to the date and bring it over to your place. He’ll bring over some (stolen) action movies, too.

Don’t be surprised if he tries to start a tickle fight

The first few dates he plans might involve Roadhog, and you may have to teach him that your later dates don’t need a third wheel. Roadie is a good third wheel, though-- very quiet and unobtrusive.

Do you like drag racing? Motorcycles? He’d love to try that with you sometime!

Once you start going on more frequent dates, you’ll suddenly notice that they’re not always dates...but heists...

“Jamison.” Roadhog grunts, “Why did you bring your date?”

“Wot? Why not? Kill two birds with one stone: bonding time and crime! Y’know, mate?”

Torbjorn

He’s already dating his turrets and his wife.

Reinhardt

This old man would be so excited to be going on a date at his age. He always assumed those days were over for him, but he looks so happy and bashful now that he’s out with his s/o~

He’s the kind of guy who will be happy with anything that his partner wants to do. As his date talks, he’ll sit there happily, taking every word they speak

A total hand-holder, he’ll want your little hand in his as often as possible

He’s a bit like Soldier in that he prefers more old fashioned dates

Take you out for dinner, maybe see a play/movie before

If you really want to impress him, suggest an old fashioned movie like “M” or “Treasures of the Sierra Madre.”

When he drops you off at home for the night, he’s going to be a little hesitant to give you a good night kiss...he’s still a little hung-up on being too old to do this again...I mean does he kiss them or not? What if they pull back?

So you may need to stand on your tippy-toes and give him a peck yourself~

Roadhog

Unlike Junkrat, he’d be more understanding of what a date is. He won’t take you on any arson missions or heists...unless you want to of course!

He’ll take you to the arcade and show you how good he as the crane game and win all the Pachimarus!

He never loses because he just smashes the glass...sorry. So, he’s still going to commit a bit of felony on your dates.

If you want to avoid crime with him, do the same as Junkrat, invite him over and watch some action movies!

He’ll want you to sit on his lap. Bonus points if you make a big bowl of popcorn for him!

During your first few dates, Mako will keep the mask on. But eventually he’ll start lifting it up just enough to eat that popcorn you made for him.

Then one day, out of nowhere, he’ll just take off his mask and set it on the coffee table without any warning. It’s ok if you need to stare for a bit.

Lucio

A fun date for Lucio would be some good old fashioned clubbing! He’ll try to pick a night when he isn’t the DJ so that he can be dancing in the crowd with you!

If clubbing isn’t really your thing, he’s ok with that. He’ll take you to an album store (yes, they have those in 2077) and browse the stacks with you, swapping music tastes

Then you can take the albums you guys bought (and by that I mean he paid for them) back to his place or your place and listen to them. He might even share some of his works in progress songs

Who knows, your music taste may just inspire his next song~

Zenyatta

I doubt this monk has ever been on a date in his life. Maybe he’s a little nervous, but more confused than anything else...

So the point is to show the one you’re infatuated with a good time? But what if he doesn’t know everything about them? How will he know any specific things that they dislike?

He’ll definitely ask Genji for help

In the end, the two will devise a lovely date consisting of a nice nature walk ending with a peaceful picnic

You may find that dates with Zen can go from nice and talkative to quiet and enjoying each other’s presence. He’s the type that can just sit there and take in the calmness and serenity of the situation

He might even teach you some meditation while you’re out!

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Also my dream was crazy as fuck. I haven’t had a dream this vivid in a long time. (Story time now) btw also included a setting from another dream of mine that was also vivid. My dream world is taking shape and it’s based around my home town.. (really good read actually)

So I visited home from my new “home” in riverside and went to the mall to get myself a deli sandwich and a Thai tea. The perfect realm since the real mall would never have that, I mean deli sandwiches and Thai tea what a perfect combo. Anyways, I barely get my Thai tea when I run into a couple street kids I used to roll with back in the day and they’re headed out so I decided to walk with them. We reach the end of the parking lot and see my best friend aka brother ivan, who at this point of our lives have reached a lot of hostility between eachother and haven’t seen eachother in about 6 months. Instantly we hug it out like two lovers split from the fires of war.. I know homo AF We start talking and the fix gear biker gang kids get frustrated and say something along the lines of “hey dude I know you’re in town and feel special n shit, but we got some blunts to smoke at a gig downtown, you comin or nah?” Butthurt for having to split up with my boy for a night of “booze and bitches,” their words not mine, I made a last ditch effort to combine all my plans in one. I brought up an idea, “why don’t I throw a party and you can invite all your little homies and I can invite my Friends, we mix groups and have ourselves a rager.” Everyone loved the idea since they know I have good taste, I mean Thai tea and deli sandwiches? You go dreamworld me you’re awesome. Ivan brought up a good point, he said, “bro your in town for one night you don’t even live here? Where the fuck are you going to throw a party?” Scurrying through the inner dimensions of my noodle I inquired about a desolate land I had explored with my other best friend kurren in another dream world. (I didn’t invite him to the party lol) This place had abandoned buildings we could party at, watering holes, even a haunted sewage treatment plant rampant in wildlife just a quarter mile up the hill. Everyone gets really excited, except ivan since he always disagrees with me, which is why there was hostility between us in the first place. I stared at him waiting for his approval which I didn’t need anyway but would only lock in my positive emotions for the weekend further, “fuck it, let’s do it!”

Excitedly we all split up awaiting the night full of shenanigans, I stay with ivan and I get ready at his place. As I’m changing in his bathroom I look at my reflection and I see an old lady with an odd bejeweled grill and white Irises, she was oddly beautiful for her age and I understood that she was a witch or some sort of banshee, being the sicko that I am I instantly start masturbating… at first she smiled and liked it but then I felt this weird burst of energy and a cat latched on to my legs and meows really loud knocking back the tv the mirror and the table it was standing on. I get super freaked out and run into the kitchen where ivan and his cousin are hanging out barely cupping my towel around my nads. “Dude your fucking house is haunted as fuck! Bro there’s a fucking demon in the mirror what the fuuuck!” Ivan knowing his house was a little out of wack decided to investigate for himself, flipping the mirror where the demon is still grooming herself smiling all sexy.. “Yup that’s a demon alright.” She winks at us and I get another boner sending another burst of energy from the mirror lmaoo. “Think you’re pissing off her husband sicko,” ivan points to my odd boner which was in plain sight for all to see since the last burst of energy knocked my towel away (witch lady winks at us and scene fades away)

Ivan’s cousin Orlando and I wait around in Ivan’s living room staring at the pictures and figurines on the wall making new faces at us everytime we blink. I point it out to Orlando who’s extremely high at this point just staring blankly at the pictures and didn’t even notice the changes. I point it out to him and he smiles chillingly and says “ we need to get the fuck out of here pronto.. I don’t know how ivan lives like this.” (We hear one last burst of energy from The bathroom and the scene faded again to us driving to the party)

As we arrive I notice a buncha friends and mutuals parked in front of the abandoned pad obviously the dumbest move they could have made. “Obviously they remodeled the place it’s cool to park here” a stranger (Ricky) replied to my “yall retarded” face pointing at a charred memory of a child’s treehouse that now only carried the foundation and support beams. I guide everyone to a place to park and head inside setting up snacks booze and a generator for the dj to power the house with tunez. Scene fades in and out with a devilish montage of natural good human fun; people talking shots, strobe lights flicking us through each scene, two girls making out, shrooms and acid being administered in young street kids mouths, Flashbacks of the banshee winking at me. At this point I’m sitting pool side with one of the girls who was making out at the cliff end of a watering hole, music still playing in the background just close enough to hear it all and far enough to have a conversation. “Ya I actually ran into this place with my boy kurren a couple months back, the devil resides in the peak of that tower, it’s an extreme hike not meant for the faint of heart. Dark tunnels you end up crawling through covered in evil sludge sent from the man himself” super engaged and smiling at me she lays her head on my arm all cozy laying almost upright sideways on the end of the cliff, “once you get out through the top of the elevator shaft there’s a vegetated area lost to time where coyotes and deer roam, a bridge leads to the water tower and the quickest way down is to jump off the tower and into this watering hole” She was a good girl light red head from a good family straight A student,it was her first night out, the fixxy crew was renown for poisoning young girls and introducing them to a life of drugs and dirty dicks; I wasn’t exactly going to let them do that to this one, she was special. “Wait deer? You can’t be serious how’d they make it out to the heart of Chula Vista?” “I know I don’t get it either, but they’re there, I can show you” “No thanks, I’ll stay away from satan’s lair thank you..” I start making out with her with love flushing her eyes and joy and lust flushing mine, I really felt attached to this girl already like I found the girl of my dreams. I found an angel in the devils playground and my goulish properties had come out to play. I grab her tight and passionately throw ourselves off the cliff holding on to a vine with my other hand swinging making out like Tarzan and Jane. “Let me go! Are you fucking crazy” she says smiling completely wooed by my spurts of impromptu actions. I let her go as she asked and she lands almost perfectly in the middle of the watering hole smacking her ankle on the edge of the pool. “You get a girl to fall in love with you, and you fuck it up by breaking her fucking ankle.. you’re an idiot” says the girl my young love was making out with judgingly and jealously, she was sitting above us tripping out on shrooms dropping eaves on our conversation the entire time. (I dive in and the scene cuts out to me tending to her wounds) “It’s not broken it’s just bruised, Im sorry once again I thought it would be cute,” “Don’t worry it was, you’re just an idiot” she replies halfway crying the other half flirting. I offer her anything her soul desires; Ice, sugary treats, weed, ice cream, she smiles and says “caramel macchiato” “Wait what?” “Caramel macchiato!” She replies vigorously a trait I admire in a woman that I did not know she carried until she was halfway in a daze due to love and pain, physical pain. Before I could get up and cover my end of the bargain a street kid, hella strung out on shrooms and acid, his hair floating in the wind, dirt on his evil Filipino grin, bone skinny staring right at me, fires burning behind him stanced fist at his side, framed perfectly like right out of an anime; chuckles at me and says “it was fun” not knowing if he meant the party or burning down the house putting many lives in danger and exterminating the rager..

I kiss the girl on the lips as she passes out and run off into the house to warn people and save a couple lives, some dudes enthralled deeply in their game of Mario kart thinking the heat from the flames was planned drinking their Bottled IPA’s sours and stouts without removing their eyes fixated on the screen, I throw their old tv onto their wii and tellem “get the fuck out!!!!” Obviously pissed they leave still sipping their micro brews scurrying off into the thick smoke.

I make love to my sweetheart with the biggest campfire of the century burning in the back lesbian girl still sprawled out above us meditating and listening to us fuck, pressing on the good girl Renee’s bruise as she moans letting me do anything I decide to as she cums into a deep comatosas. We cuddle into the night and wake up to a police woman writing notes on a paper, “Ashkan? Honey you in some deep shit. Word is all this was your doing is that right?” At this point the girls father arrived and escorted her out wrapped up in a grey police blanket giving me dirty looks, Renee giving me worried I’ll remember this moment forever looks as they walked off into their Mercedes SUV. “Trespassing, arson, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, multiple minors I might add.. you’re lucky I like you. You should be going away for a long time but your friend ivan tells me you’re trying to make a life outside of daygo and I appreciate the youth stepping out and actually doing something, but don’t think you’re getting away Scott free oooo he’ll no. I’m glad you enjoyed being back home because you’re gunna spend another year here now” I walk with the police lady making futile efforts to explain the situation and try to find a way out of it then get stuffed in the backseat as I lock eyes with my mom who’s staring at me from beyond the caution tape. “Hope it was worth it, she seemed like a nice girl”

#Ashkan #mohsenzadeh #shkon #dynasty #dream #me #story #time

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