#the muse is overexcited x)

[lightcreators]

Phantomhive  would  always  have  an  manor  though  his.  It  didn't  matter  how  long  he  could  stay.  It  didn't  matter  if  he  decided,  while  settling  down,  to  recodorating  some  rooms  for  his  own  taste,  since  it  would  always  be  better  than  his  manner  to  handling  the  thing  once  upon  a  time  with  a  demon.  He  would  be  flattered  instead  ---  to  always  have  an  reminder  of  Phantomhive,  that  he  could  always  watching,  in  middle  of  the  Trancy  household  …  as  the  name  transformed  officially  inside  something  even  more  obscure,  as  the  name  became  officially  associated  with  the  Underworld  and  the  witches  spheres.  If  he  could,  honestly,  he  would  recreate  these  hidden  rooms  trapped  inside  that  second  manor,  in  which  the  painting  of  that  say  Beatrice,  would  be  remembrance  he  didn't  belonged  anymore  inside  that  human  world  ---  But,  it  would  be  rather  additional  quest  to  FIND  again  that  sealed  second  manor.  It  has  been  that  discreete  devotion  from  that  old  asshole  than  bring  him  Philip  Butler  in  that  house  ---  It  turned  out  to  be  a  good  thing  because  there  was  Alois  Trancy  inside  of  it,  his  metaphoric  twin,  then  his  beggings  concerning  his  miserable  persona,  but  without  that  name  ---  Not  lot  of  thoughts  were  needed  for  remember  casually  how  huge  that  whole  manor  was,  how  ''alone''  he  has  been,  in  which,  if  he  managed  good his  role,  the  underworld  ( Underworld ) would  keep  him  compagny.

There  was  speaking  about  a  cake,  right  ?  He  decided  to  bring  that  oral  request  to  Hannah  regardless  if  she  anticipated  it  or  not.  On  that,  he  was  fast  to  notice,  and  he  appreciated  how  he  managed  to  illutimating  that  good  face  of  Phantomhive  !  An  laugh  welcomed  his  sudden  concerns  about  his  expression.  Nah,  nothing  on  the  sort  !  ❝  I  just  find  your  face  beautiful  ~  ❞  He  dropped  in  the  most  straightforwards  way  possible  along  an  playful  tone.  He  wasn't  going  to  thinking  too  much  about  the  whole  aspect  of  'I  can't  see  my  own  reflection'  he  catching  up  automatically  for  having  quite  opposite  problem  ---  he  couldn't  bear  to  seeing  his  own  reflection  without  hating  what  he  saw,  and  naturally  acted  inside  an  entire  temptation  to  destroy  the  mirror  in  front  of  him,  which  he  couldn't,  as  much  he  was  entitled  to  do  that.  This  was  part  of  the  curse.  This  was  part  to  have  his  Illusions  broken.  He  should  be  grateful  his  own  body  remained  the  exact  same  than  the  one  of  his  metaphoric  twin,  than  there  was  no  difference.  He  should  be  grateful  he  had  that  face.  Only,  it  was  an  physical  reminder  of  someone  he  needed  to  reach  again,  and  an  remembrance  of  an  constant  self-hatred.  He  wasn't  as  good  at  his  metaphoric  twin.  He  was  too  good  for  his  world  for  be  the  asshole  he  should  be.  If  he  managed  just  for  one  tiny  second  to  overcoming  these  feelings,  he  would  have  win  something  towards  his  goal  ---  Comically,  sometimes,  he  often  mocked  about  how  it  must  be  it,  to  feeling  like  an  butterfly  with  broken  wings,  trapped  in  an  cage  … 

Thoughts  who  were  calmed  down  by  the  sound  of  Phantomhive  voice.  Considering  how  much  studying  Phantomhive  has  been  only  thing  has  making  him  live  so  far,  there  was  some  shops  in  London  in  which  for  sure  they  would  find  his  style.  Since  he  was  the  boy  fated  to  the  daylight,  to  suffering  noblesse  sphere  in  all  their  atrocities  (  and  didn't  have  the  guts  to  asking  Philip  Butler  to  imposing  another  wind  of  terror,  for  be  scared  already  he  was  part  of  the  current  wind  ),  he  knew  a  bit  about  that  …  Besides,  he  knew  there  was  nothing  coming  from  his  outfits  that  could  match  Phantomhive.  His  style  was  weirded  than  him,  and  as  much  he  would  need  to  do  the  effort  to  looking  normal  someday  from  Victorian  standards,  it  seemed  another  chore.  Ah,  by  the  way,  he  had  forgotten  that  last  expressed  detail  …  from  his  view,  he  wasn't  like  he  was  protecting  an  fugitive.  It  was  just  his  beloved  Phantomhive  needed  his  help,  and  how  settling  down  the  situation  with  the  underworld  homework  …  In  which  he  was  attempting  to  do  something.  ❝  Hmmm.  Since  you  cannot  go  outside,  I  can  ask  Hannah  to  bring  you  looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot  of  outfits,  new  ones  inside  the  ones  you  get  before,  or  if  possible,  the  ones  you've  had  in  your  house.  I  know  couple  of  shops  I'm  sure  that  will  please  you  but  since  you're  supposed  to  remain  discreete  …  ❞  He  proposed.  Regardless  if  Astre  considered  he  didn't  need  to  play  comedy  upon  an  role  he  played,  meanwhile  he  needed  to  carry  out  the  role  of  Alois  Trancy  (  Jim  Macken  can't  exist  anymore  ),  inside  that  affectionate  love  upon  an  new-created  identity,  pretending  nevertheless  a  lie  can  be  helpul  ?  Besides,  as  much  he  wasn't  the  one  he  pretended  to  be,  he  remained  an  proud  noble  ?  He  shouldn't  be  ashamed  to  loving  what  he  loved  outfits  standpoint.  On  his  side,  his  comedy  was  related  to  how  transforming  an  angel  in  demon,  so,  the  whole  appareance  part,  as  amusing  the  situation  was,  as  much  they  knew,  there  looking  exactly  alike,  and  there  was  nothing  to  transforming  on  that  point  !  He  nodded  as  he  listened  to  his  following  sentencces.  ❝  I'm  already  buying  inside  your  compagny,  so  if  you  want  something  from  it,  I  might  have  it.  Has  been  productive  these  past  months,  I  missed  nothing.  I  love  sweets  on  your  compagny  too~  ❞  By  the  proposition  expressed  in  whispers,  an  deep  interested  smile  exposed,  before  it  exploded  with  joy.  ❝  I  would  like  to  learn  the  art  of  sewing  with  you  !  I  really  like  this  idea  !  That  way,  you  will  always  be  with  me !    ❞ He  didn't  know  how  to  do  anything  with  his  hands,  so  he  was  going  to  have  to  learn  from  scratch.  He  had  never  asked  the  future  Vessalius  Duke,  who  was  heavily  associated  with  this  otherworldly  rabbit  world,  if  he  could  do  it  …  and  in  a  way,  it  was  comical.  ❝  I  can  already  see  the  style  you  must  be  imagining  in  your  head  because  I  know  the  rabbits  in  your  company  well  ~  This  will  pass  the  time during many weeks ~   Phantomhive  and  Trancy,  together  forever~  ❞

A...oh, that was right. Astre did still have a manor, in a way. Well. If he was going to pass a message to Hannah, that would take care of the cake situation. Something nice, brighten up his face. "What is wrong with my face? Did I look sad? Or upset? Is that why you want to do something nice and brighten up my face?" Astre himself couldn't see his own reflection, unless he was to look in a mirror which there was not one around. Or. To look at his reflection in the water. Again however, there was no water around to peer into.

"I have a idea. Maybe we can get new outfits. Because i've been wearing the same clothes for awhile now." And it wasn't like he could ever go back to the Phantomhive manor, grab clothes from his wardrobe and walk back out without being noticed. Astre had been thinking of getting new clothes for some time. They didn't need to be fancy since a fugitive on the run couldn't exactly wear clothes suited for nobility in the open.

"I also want something else, that would actually brighten my mood. You remember I owned a company that made sweets and toys. They wouldn't recognize you. But they would me, unless I put on a dis...." He almost said disguise, recalling that one time he had to dress up as a girl. "Forget a disguise. I just think, it would be kind of.....cute to get matching stuffed rabbits." He did his best to try and mumble the last part.

[goldenseresinretriever]

False Confidence: Chapter 3

Pairing: Javy “Coyote” Machado x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: The Athletic named Javy Machado the fifth sluttiest player in the NHL last year. He’s a known playboy who leaves every game with a different girl. As far as he’s concerned he’s living the dream, playing his dream job with the dream lifestyle. Unfortunately his friends and bosses don’t agree. At 33, they think it’s time for him to settle down. You’re a kindergarten teacher at an esteemed private school. You don't expect much when you finally accept your colleague’s invitation to attend her husband’s hockey game but when you accidentally get separated in the post-game rush, you find yourself in a compromising situation with the last person you’d ever expected to meet. When his PR rep suggests a mutually beneficial agreement, your hands are tied. How long will you have to keep up the act? And how long will you be able to?

Series CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, angst, fluff, fake relationship, suggestive language, anxiety, school system inaccuracies, hockey inaccuracies etc. There will be individual chapter warnings. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This is a repost from my series, False Confidence. It was originally posted in March 2023, and was lost when my blog was deleted.

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You feel the butterflies that have finally settled in your stomach flutter to life again, a jumbled mess as your breath catches. You know it makes sense. His simple request. You’re the one who said you were out of practice. And he’s right, the media caught you with his tongue down your throat. Their not going to be fooled by chaste kisses on the cheek and pecks on the lips. You need to get comfortable around Javy, and while you hadn’t come here with the intention of kissing him tonight, the sooner you rip off the bandaid, the better. “Okay,” you say and you hate how small your voice sounds. Javy gives you a mysterious smile as he leans in. Your heart beats quicker the closer he gets, and your eyes flick down to those full lips of his and you’re so fixated on them that you don’t realize that he’s stopped. When you realize that his lips haven’t moved in quite a while your eyes flick up to his deep brown ones and your cheeks heat at the intensity of his gaze. “What?” You sputter as you do your best not to pull away from his closeness. Your hands are trembling and you can feel discomfort settling in your bones. He leans in closer suddenly, lips barely a breath from yours and his nose brushes yours and you let out an indignant squeak, jumping slightly.

“Relax, Meep.” His voice takes on a lower timbre and you feel a shiver run down your back.

“Meep?” You squeak and he chuckles. You feel the vibration of the air on your lips. He reaches a hand up then, making sure to hold it in front of your gaze for a solid five seconds so you process it before he runs a knuckle across your cheek.

“My overexcited little roadrunner,” he muses. “Always squeaking.” Your brow furrows as you realize what he’s referring to.

“You’d be squeaking if you were surprised too.” You stutter out, irritation seeping into your tone even as anxiety continues to claw at your heart from his closeness.

“Oh, would I?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow playfully and then just as you’re choosing your next words carefully, he closes the gap and presses his lips to yours.

The first time you’d ever been kissed you were in the bed of Andrew St. James’s truck. You’d felt completely alone even with dozens of cars and trucks parked around you. The movie playing up on the giant screen was background noise as Andrew’s lips pressed against yours. Your lips were slightly parted in surprised pleasure. It had all felt so surreal, being curled against him as you experienced a first that you’d awaited giddily your entire life. Even in your wildest dreams you’d never imagined that it could be like that. Even when Andrew had invited you to the movie, butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the idea. Even when you’d nervously picked out the soft yellow sundress that you knew you’d get chilly in with the cool spring evening air, dancing through your bedroom full of whimsy and hope.

Javy tastes like blueberries. The tartness of the berries scattered through the loaf that the two of you had just indulged in making your lips tingle as he eases you into the kiss. This kiss was different from yesterday. While yesterday’s kiss had been hungry and desperate, this one was soft, delicate, and simple. A press of lips against lips and you can almost smell the rust and grass from your first kiss. It’s sweet, and you almost convince yourself that it’s real but the tart taste keeps you grounded in bittersweet reality. When he pulls away, he studies your face curiously and you struggle not to squirm under the intensity of his gaze. He leans in before you can react and kisses you again. You start, surprised and he’s pulling away before you can adjust to the feeling. You scowl at him and he chuckles.

“What was that for?”

“You need to not tense up so much when I kiss you. Right now you’re practically jumping out of your skin, Meep.” You feel your lips pout even as you know that he’s right but you can’t focus on that when he dips his head to kiss the pout on your lips. You’re expecting it this time and you barely tense under the quick touch. “Good girl,” Javy praises you as he pulls away again, pressing a quick peck to your cheek and you jolt, surprised by the change in direction. He gives you a look of faux disappointment. “Come on Roadie, loosen up for me.” You feel your cheeks heating rapidly under his constant attention and the anticipation of the next kiss. You’re not expecting when he reaches a hand up and cups your cheek and then your cheeks are heating even more in embarrassment at the realization that he can probably feel their heat. He stokes the apple of your cheek with a calloused thumb and you shiver involuntarily. “I told you Roadie, I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Prove it.” You’re as surprised as he is by the bite in your words, but the proximity and flurry of kisses have your brain in a tizzy. You’re overstimulated and exhausted and you don’t have the energy for Javy’s antics right now. His eyes widen before he sits back, his hand falling away from your face and you take a shaky breath as your heart rate tries its best to settle. His expression is unreadable as he nods.

“You’re right.” His gaze is steely as it meets yours. “I will.” Like it’s that simple. You’re too tired to push him so you just nod back.

“We need rules,” you hate how tired your voice sounds and you reach for your glass of water, sipping and hoping the cool liquid will give you the energy that you need. “If this is going to work, we need to be on the same page about what’s okay and what’s not.” Javy nods again, eyes calm and earnest.

“That’s good with me, what did you have in mind?” He asks and you fiddle with the hem of your shirt as you think.

“No sex.” You say after a moment, words firm so he knows you’re serious.

“No sex, got it, Roadie.” You nod absently as you think harder.

“I need at least a week’s notice if you need me to come to an event, whether that’s a game or something else. My job will always come first. I’m not missing school for this, I’m not leaving my kids out to dry.” He nods again.

“That’s only fair. I’ll talk to Zam and work out a schedule of some kind and get that to you as soon as possible.

“Next, if I’m going to be coming to your events, I need you to come to some of mine.” You’re nervous about asking this but Josie’s voice in your head reminds you that this is supposed to be mutually beneficial.

“It’s only fair,” he says casually. “As long as I’m in town, I’ll be there. You can get me a schedule too, but just give me a basic idea now if you can.”

You think for a long moment before you answer. “You need to make a few appearances at the school to really sell it to the administration. There’s a faculty banquet in April. If you’re here, you’d probably be expected to attend.”

“Consider it done.” He says easily. Something else is itching at the back of your mind so you steel yourself and ask before you lose your nerve.

“Career day,” you sputter and Javy arches an eyebrow at you and you clear your throat. “It’s not a requirement per se but I think the kids would really enjoy meeting a real hockey player.” His eyes soften and you give him a shy smile.

“Yeah, Roadie, I’d love to come to Career Day.” He smiles back as you relax in relief. He waits for you to continue but you’re drawing a blank as to what comes next so he speaks up. “You need to figure out how to relax around me. If there’s something I can do to help, I will, but it’s going to come down to you.” You nod, embarrassment sending heat to your cheeks.

“I know it’s not always going to be possible, but if you could ask or give me a heads up when you’re going to kiss me, that might help?” You say after a long moment. He considers your words thoughtfully.

“What if we had a signal?” He asks and your brow furrows.

“What kind of signal?” You ask warily. He reaches out a hand for yours and you tentatively surrender one. He takes it in his absurdly warm palm, and then he brushes two fingers over the inside of your wrist before tapping three times.

“How’s that?” He asks. You glance down at your linked hands. It’s subtle enough. It could work. You nod, slowly and Javy smiles.

“Yeah, that could work.” You whisper and he releases your hand. You study your hand when it comes back to your lap like you’ll see some kind of mark of his touch. Like a piece of him will linger.

“One last thing,” he says and you look up from your lap and he waggles his eyebrows playfully. “You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.” You barely suppress a derisive snort as you scowl at him. It just makes him laugh and the sound takes your breath away. If his smile is the sun, his laugh is its rays. You feel your nerves melt away as the sound fills your ears and spreads warmth throughout your body from head to toe. He pauses his laughing to fix you with a firm look even as his eyes dance with mirth. “I mean it, Roadie, no falling in love with me.” You roll your eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” You won’t be the fool twice. You know better this time.

***

The next morning as you’re walking into school when your phone buzzes and you open it to see a message from Big Sexy ;), “I know you’ll probably be teaching so you can’t watch, but just so you know, the press conference is at 8 this morning. Speak now or forever hold your peace.” He’s giving you an out. While you appreciate it, you didn’t let him kiss you in his kitchen to lose your nerve now and you type back a quick negative response before steeling yourself and making a beeline for your classroom. You don’t feel like fielding Jeremy’s questions before the press conference. You’ll let someone else control the narrative. You’ve settled in and you’re going over your lesson plan when Josie knocks on the edge of your doorway and you look up, waving her in. She perches on the edge of her desk, studying your expression carefully.

“Reuben said they're holding the press conference this morning. How are you feeling?” You shrug.

“He’s not my real boyfriend. I don’t really feel anything.” Josie gives you a skeptical look.

“You know Jeremy and the others are going to start hounding you the second they find out, don’t you?” You sigh, then, taking a moment to take a long sip from your coffee mug.

“If they hound me that means they buy the story and that’s what we want, right? Sure, I’m not exactly looking forward to it, but there’s not much you can do to disprove an official statement from one of the parties, especially the one with everything to lose.” Josie regards you skeptically and you know she doesn’t buy your cool as she leaves the classroom and while you’re more nervous than ever you can’t focus on that right now. Any minute your students will be arriving and you need to be ready for them. They need you right now.

***

By the time lunch rolls around you’ve forgotten all about the press conference so when you step into the teacher’s lounge and Jeremy automatically calls out to you, you’re taken by surprise.

“Damn Roadie, you’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” You turn to see a smirk pulling at his lips as he regards you. “How on earth did you manage to land yourself a big bad NHL player boyfriend?” You ignore the subtle dig in his words as you struggle to clear your mind. You’d gone over your cover story with Javy last night until you were almost convinced it was true yourself. You take a breath to center yourself before you answer Jeremy.

“We met at Thanksgiving, I went with Josie to the Dogfighters’ Thanksgiving dinner.”

“That right, Josie?” You turn to see Josie standing just inside the doorway, a cool look on her face.

“Yeah, friends and family were invited so I invited Roadie since she didn’t have anywhere else to go.” You wince at her words. That part of the story is true. Josie HAD invited you except you’d turned her down and had spent the holiday curled up on your couch watching old movies and eating spaghetti and turkey meatballs followed by ice cream straight from the carton. In hindsight, you’re glad you hadn’t gone since Josie had arrived back at school on Monday recounting the chaos that had ensued at the event. None of your colleagues knew that, however. “Oh hey, this is a pleasant surprise.” You’re jerked out of your thoughts and you turn back to Josie as Javy appears in the doorway, carrying a bouquet of flowers and a takeout bag. You do your best to school your expression of surprise at the unexpected visit. You’re sure some of it seems believable enough, though as you unglue your feet from the floor and cross over to where Josie’s ushering Javy into the teacher’s lounge as the other teachers gape. You shuffle over to him, a nervous smile plastered on your face. You will your voice not to shake as you greet him.

“Javy! I didn’t know you were coming by today?” You hide your wince at the light accusation in your tone and try to compensate by carefully pushing up slightly on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. The gesture feels strange and his skin is warm under your lips. The skin pulls under your touch as Javy smiles and when you pull away you see the mirth dancing in his eyes as leans down to reciprocate the action, smooth lips pressing to your heated cheeks.

“Hey beautiful, thought I’d come by and surprise you.” You try to ignore the way your stomach flutters at the term of endearment as it falls easily from his tongue. “I thought we could have lunch together?” He holds up the paper bag in his hand and you nod, trying to make your earnestness to escape the prying eyes of your colleagues seem lovestruck in nature.

“Sure, baby.” The word feels strange and foreign in your tongue and you have to hold back from grimacing in discomfort. “We can eat in my classroom,” you nod towards the hallway and Javy takes your lead. Once you’re in the empty hallway, the kids all herded into the lunchroom for the next hour, you glance at him to see him grinning at you. You roll your eyes and lead him to your classroom. You hold the door for him as he enters before leading him to your desk. You realize quickly that yours is the only adult-sized chair in the room but Javy seems unfazed as he sets the flowers and bag on your desk and snags one of the tiny chairs from the nearest cluster of desks. You don’t manage to stifle your giggle as he folds his giant body into the tiny chair and his eyebrows raise, the corners of his mouth crinkling at your reaction. You feel your cheeks heat as you take your seat across the desk from him. He’s tall enough that he manages to reach the height of your desk well enough and he starts to unpack the paper bag, the smell of Thai food hitting your nostrils.

“So…” he says as he passes you a foil-wrapped packet that smells simply heavenly, “how’s your morning been, BABY.” He smirks and your cheeks heat even more as you duck your head to escape the humor dancing in his eyes.

“I panicked, okay.” You sputter as you focus on keeping the noodles in the foil from spilling across your desk as you break the chopsticks that Javy passes to you. He chuckles.

“Well practice makes perfect, I guess.” He digs into his food and the two of you eat in silence for a moment before you can’t hold your question in, anymore.

“What are you doing here?” You ask and hate how blunt it sounds.

Javy raises an eyebrow at you as he finishes chewing. “I figured after this morning’s announcement, there would be damage control to do, so I figured I’d get ahead of it. What better way to sell a fake relationship than to bring my girlfriend lunch?” He shrugs. “Plus I figured you could use the backup. People are bound to have questions and actions speak louder than words.” You nod, taking another bite of your food.

“Well, thanks,” you say, trying to fight off the awkwardness as he waves you off.

“This is much better than eating in the conference room with dozens of sweaty guys, believe me.” He looks around your room, taking in the bright decorations and your students’ art hung on the wall. “So, do you teach art too?” He asks.

You shrug. “It’s kindergarten, I teach everything.”

“Damn, Roadie,” Javy looks genuinely impressed. “Even math?”

“I mean, math for Kindergartners usually just consists of counting, shapes, and basic addition and subtraction but yeah,” you giggle a little as he laughs.

“Right, I almost forgot. But that’s still important, though, they need that to be able to do the rest.” He says, giving you a pointed look and you smile shyly.

“That’s why I love it so much,” you admit. “You get to make such a big impact on these kids’ lives.”

“It’s a big responsibility,” he points out.

“It’s a privilege.” You say, a soft smile on your lips and he gives you a look that you can almost convince yourself is pride.

The two of you fall back into silence as you eat until Javy speaks up again. “Do you still make octopus stew in kindergarten?” You can’t help the laugh that jumps out of your throat. Javy regards you curiously as you nod through your laughter.

“Yeah… yeah we still make octopus stew. We’re actually doing that next week.” His eyes brighten and you hesitate before you offer. “You could come if you wanted to? I mean just for the octopus stew part? We usually ask a couple of parents to come help out since there’s cooking involved, we could use the extra hands.” You can’t help the nerves that blossom in your stomach but Javy’s wide grin makes them worth it.

“I’d love to,” he beams before his brow furrows. “What day is it? We’re leaving on a road trip next Wednesday.” His face falls slightly and you can’t help the pang of sympathy that laces through you. You’ve seen it on Reuben’s face before. The realization that his job is stealing yet another special moment from him. He’s missed class plays, dance recitals, and more and it doesn’t get easier.

“Octopus Stew is on Tuesday,” you say with a soft smile, mentally running through the emails you’re going to need to send to the parents volunteering to successfully move around your lesson plans. The grin on Javy’s face is like the sun and you can’t help but feel relief, knowing that your slightly selfish plan is going to be worth it.

“Perfect, I’ll be there!” He announces and you can’t help the smile that his excitement brings to your lips. “By the way, are you doing anything after work today? The rest of the guys really want to meet you, and I thought maybe you could swing by the arena?” You hesitate and his gaze softens. “They’re not all assholes, I promise, you just got stuck with me.” You feel your cheeks heat at that.

“S-sure I can be there,” you murmur and he reaches a hand over, brushing your fingers with his. Somehow you don’t flinch away from his touch. “I’ll be there.” You say with more conviction and he squeezes your fingers gently.

You hear the bell go off in the hallway and glance at the clock, surprised. The moment is broken and you hurry to clear up your lunch trash. Javy stands, taking your lead, and carefully returns his chair to its desk. He holds out a hand to take the lunch trash and you pass it to him, appreciatively. Your eyes fall on the flowers, they’re a simple but bright bouquet of seasonals. “Thanks for the flowers, by the way,” you say and Javy turns to look at them from where he’s almost at the doorway.

“Oh, you don’t have to thank me. You’re my girlfriend, after all, flowers are a given. Do you have a vase?” He glances around the room, looking for one. You shake your head.

“Not here, no. I have some at home but I’ll probably get something plastic for the classroom in case of accidents.” Javy nods, his eyes thoughtful.

“Noted, I’ll bring a vase next time. I’ll see you this evening, Roadie.” He’s gone before you can comprehend his words and a soft smile graces your lips as you gather your lesson plans for the afternoon before heading down the empty hallway to pick up your students from the lunchroom, Javy long gone.

[kimsgoeun]

muses i wouldn’t mind using with some plot ideas. but always up for something different with any of them.  

some have tags and some don’t 🤷‍♀️some plots work better with some changes that can be discussed. gender roles do not matter plot wise (i just copy/pasted stuff)

camilla donnelly | appears 35 | demon | fc: amanda seyfried | tag

info: cynical. apathetic. prone to violence. manipulative. finds humanity a drab for the most part. but also used to be human, but can’t remember it. 

plot ideas: ▶   demon x human plot ▶   demon x angel plot ▶   You are a student with the least amount of magic potential ever recorded at the Academy and it’s the day of the familiar summoning test. A misplaced rune or word results in an arch demon/ess becoming bound as your familiar. ▶   Instead of having a guardian angel, you have a guardian Demon. His methods are often much more violent. But much more straightforward.

carmen stratten | 29 | unemployed (former event planner) | fc: kylie bunbury | tag

info: got married too young to someone she didn’t really love. pretty much let her mother run her life. only tried to live how she wanted to recently (burned lots of bridges and got divorced). was rather rebellious in her teen years. is kind of lost now that she’s starting over.

plot ideas: ▶   *whispers* a f/f thread where they’re two best friends, coworkers, whatever. who are both single and decide to spend valentine’s day together watching movies, eating snacks and drinking wine as gal pals but at some point of the night they’re singing to their favorite song because FUCK YEAH they sooo don’t need a man and slow dancing and there’s too much wine in their system and it’s all too unintentionally romantic that they start kissing and oh…..   ▶   we broke up right before a giant road trip our friends planned and we don’t want to bail on everyone and ruin the trip so yay, looks like we get to spend a five hour drive and a weekend in a cottage together. ▶   we’ve lived in this tiny ass town where everyone knows everyone because no one leaves and when we were young we would sit up at night on your roof and i’d listen to you talk about how you were actually going to do it one day and you did but you never knew i’ve had a crush on you ever since back then so when you send me postcards from all these different cities with bright lights it makes my heart hurt and here we are several years later and i’m finally starting to move on but oh wait you’re back and my heart’s beating like crazy well fuck au

cora hong | 29 | supernatural podcast host | fc: kim go eun | tag

info: curious. adventurous. can talk for hours about supernaturals. can have a one-tracked mind. slightly reckless. wants to prove supernaturals are real.

plot ideas: ▶   but a cute supernatural-y sort of plot where one muse is a regular person who is trying desperately to prove that the supernatural exist - phone recording everything, going out late at night into their small town’s too-big forest, pulling all-nighters for research, maybe going so far as dabbling in blood rituals - and the other muse is some supernatural creature trying desperately to keep them safe. they’ve known each other for a short while - a ran into b in that forest after they fed, perhaps ? - and a has clung to them since. and the more a whacks the hornet’s nest with their big stick ( so to speak ), catching the attention and aggravation of much more powerful beings, b is now caught up in feelings ( romantic or platonic, either way ! ) for this hyperfixating, overexcited, terribly emotional human who is so driven to prove there’s more out there that they’re willing to risk never seeing it all to show it. ▶   i’m a werewolf, whom you find wounded on the side of the road (as a wolf) and take in/nurse back to health – i can’t shift back into human form because it’ll freak you the fuck out. you share your secrets and hopes and dreams with me, and i fall in love with you, so, when you’re away from home, i shift back into a man and try to get you to fall in love with me too. ▶   muse a needs a change of scenery after a traumatic event has them running from their home town. they find a town in the mountains, secluded and intimate, where nobody knows their name. they move into the only available house in town, an ancient victorian style home that seems to be covered in dust… except for the master bedroom. muse a spends the first week cleaning up the entire house from top to bottom, and finds themselves taking a bubble bath sunday night…. only to find muse b, a supernatural being, looming over them, demanding to know why they were in their home. ▶   muse a is a typical student working at a dead end minimum wage job, on their way home from work when they realize they’re being followed. they try to outrun the thugs, but are quickly cornered by them in an alleyway deep in the dark side of town. things seem bleak, but not for long when muse b steps into the alleyway and makes quick work of her enemies… by eating them. muse b is a ghoul. muse a is able to make eye contact with their bloodied face once before passing out cold, surprising muse b. well, they were just going to eat them all, but with muse a’s stunning looks and soft behavior, they found themselves taking muse a back to their home, to figure out just what to do with this human.

daria yang | 25 | pawn shop employee | fc: jessie mei li | tag

info: charismatic when they want to be. otherwise kind of an asshole. independent. doesn’t mind taking short cuts to get what they need/want. doesn’t have any real ambitions in their life. 

plot ideas: ▶   pls give me “we’re exes who ended on kind of shitty terms but are trying to ‘stay friends’ anyway, and we occasionally sabotage each other’s dates, get drunk and fuck, scream and fight until four in the morning and still refuse to acknowledge maybe we’re not quite as over each other as we like to think we are.” ▶   so I need a ‘you’re a person of high wealth/status and I legally married you at a courthouse the night before your wedding because you found out your fiancé is trying to dupe you and your family out of money/ruin your reputation as a revenge plot because of an old family rivalry and they’re not legally entitled to your assets if you’re already legally married to someone else and you agreed to pay me a high sum of money for this and I have a lot of debt so I didn’t pass up the deal but then your ex hits back at you in the media and we have to keep up the charade of being married and you agree to keep paying me money for it but oops I think I might be enjoying more than just the money and oops you’re starting to grow fond of me and this wasn’t part of the deal shit fuck’ plot please and thank you

declan finch | 38 | actor | fc: adam brody

info: a little too self-centered. a flirt. can be a jerk. doesn’t have the best reputation. doesn’t really let people see the real him. 

plot ideas: ▶   i just want a i have a famous boyfriend but i cannot tell anyone plot cause cute like going out at night and dressing him up so that people won’t recognize him, secret meetings at the closet and FUCKING inside the bus   ▶   “You’re the sibling of a celebrity and hate your sibling’s celebrity bestie because their cocky and annoying, but oops the bestie falls for you and now is trying to win your attention/affection by sending you gifts and talking about you in interviews and maybe you don’t totally hate the attention after all.” ▶   a plot where a male celebrity has gotten a really bad reputation for sleeping around with his costars and just being an awful boyfriend in general and his management decides to set him up with an up and coming star to not only help her career but his as well, and while the entire world is loving their new relationship and they have quickly become everyone’s favorite celebrity couple, the pair cannot stand each other

eden lohr | 28 | princess | fc: willa fitzgerald | tag

info: can either be super sweet or a bitch. super studious. isn’t afraid to speak her mind. goes for what she wants. seems super nice tho based on appearances. uses her attractiveness to her advantage. can get jealous. isn’t the most open about her personal life.

plot ideas: ▶   "we met in the woods while riding early in the morning and had an intense fuck session but opps turns out you are actually my brother's betrothed since birth and your marriage will end up a centuries long dispute between our kingdoms" ▶   muse a is a knight—it’s all they have ever wanted to be. muse b is a prince/princess, and muse a is assigned to personally protect them. this could go one of two ways—they could be fond of each other and eventually fall for one another, even though muse b is meant to marry into a noble family; OR they could both dislike each other but honor dictates that muse a must put up with muse a, and it’s more like an enemies-to-lovers sort of deal. ▶   a good old arranged marriage plot—muse a and muse b are engaged to be married by their parents, in hopes to make both of their houses stronger. one way this could go is if the muses couldn’t really stand one another—their personalities are opposites and they initially completely balk at the suggestion of their marriage. or they could start out nervous but willing to give it a shot, so they’re all awkward and antsy around one another since they’ve never met before but they’re expected to be married.

elizabeth zhu | 38 | lawyer | fc: gemma chan | tag

info: had a shitty upbringing. made all the bad decisions as a teenager. is very unhappy with her current life. recovering addict. can be socially reserved. uses physical intimacy to avoid emotional connections. has a hard time being vulnerable and asking for help.

plot ideas: ▶   pray tell, who is going to give me the vanilla asf (LEGAL!!!) age gap plot of my dreams.... ft an emotionally repressed older muse a who fucked off to this tiny town in the mountains YEARS ago for whatever reason and they’re just trying to live a semi-functioning life in relative peace until muse b waltzes into town.... maybe to escape their past.... for a fresh start... who is to say..... and muse a is so enraptured by them bc muse b is just this wonderful breath of fresh air n muse a hasn’t had that in years n they click so painfully well.... two ppl learning to heal and become each other’s light... but ALSO the drama of “i’m too old for you” and “i don’t think i can be what you need” and “you can’t keep shutting me out” like please i am beyond desperate. i Can and Will give you my left kidney for this ▶   plot about muse a and muse b who were two high school sweethearts who had a really bad break-up but are always kind of on each other’s minds even as the years pass and then one day muse a moves into an apartment complex miles away from their hometown because of a job and their neighbor is constantly having sex and it’s just getting really annoying so one night they they go knock on the door to say ‘HEY CAN YOU STOP BANGING ALL THE TIME I’M TRYING TO SLEE–’ and then whoops it’s muse b. surprise!!

ezmeray suvari | 28 | subtitle translator | fc: demet özdemir | tag

info: absolute sweetheart. believes in the best of people. can be a little naïve because of it. loves learning languages and traveling. has horrible judgement when it comes to romantic partners. 

plot ideas: ▶   ok but someone give me that cute bartender storyline though? like this guy tends bar at a restaurant or a pub or something and always sees this cute girl hanging out there, but she’s always either with friends or with some guy so he never really gets the time to talk to her BUT ONE DAY she walks into the place alone and orders so many drinks until she’s so bloody drunk, screaming about how her boyfriend cheated on her, that the bartender had to bring her home himself. she wakes up with a horrible hangover, stumbles out the room to find the bartender cooking breakfast and rolling his eyes, laughing. “first of all, you’re an idiot. second, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering. third, breakfast will be ready soon. sit.” and fluff commences HELP PLZ   ▶   okay  but  hear  me  out  ,  a  plot  loosely  based  on  jim  &  pam  in  the  office  ???  where  these  two  co-workers  are  crushing  at  each  other  but  one  of  them  is  taken  but  still  this  doesn’t  mean  they  can’t  lightly  flirt  at  work  .  .  .  and  then  one  day  at  a  happy  hour  or  something  they  end  up  hooking  up  and  oh  my  god  how  awkward  are  things  gonna  be  now

florence fitzgerald | 31 | gang leader & owner of casino | fc: brianne howey | tag

info: badass boss bitch. fiercely loyal. family oriented. can be spiteful/vengeful. doesn’t do second chances. took over her family’s business. 

plot ideas: ▶   head of the mafia starts dating someone who doesn’t know what they do, just simply thinks they’re this rich businessperson, but after dating for a few months and falling head over heels, they find out what’s really going on and cue ALL of the angst ▶   boss and right hand man/woman have a thing ▶  rival family gang  ▶ i really want a beauty and the beast inspired au where the ‘beast’ isn’t an actual beast, but someone like a gang leader, someone who everyone views as a monster. ‘belle’ is a small town, family oriented book nerd with a big heart. when her father (or any family member, really   brother, sister, even a friend) gets themselves into trouble, she makes a deal with the ‘beast’ to save them. for their freedom, she gives up hers. he’s cruel, short-tempered   she’s scared, withdrawn. overtime, ‘belle’ finds herself warming up to the ‘beast.’ his cold exterior has melted. he’s kind, sweet to her. he finds himself protective over her, surprising her with little gifts. and before they know it, they’ve fallen in love.

hanna bok | 28 | actuary | fc: seol in-ah

is not relationship oriented. likes to be honest. loyal friend. enjoys her independence. can come off cold/uncaring. 

plot ideas: ▶   muse A is trying to get over an ex and muse B is known to prefer casual hookups rather than dating so muse A approaches them for rebound sex.  as expected,  they say yes.  however,  muse B has secretly been harboring feelings for them. ▶   I love girl/girl relationships where one is just constantly grumpy and the other is this cheerful happy go lucky person who is always amused by their gruffy mcgruff gruff girlfriend ▶   basic plot idea where my muse is kind of cold and unaffectionate with anyone, but is friends with your muse who recently went through a bad breakup. my muse suggests or agrees to fake being in a relationship with your muse to make their ex jealous. but then my muse starts to like the fake relationship a little too much and falls for yours

hui liyang | 32 | con artist | fc: ni ni | tag

info: burned by her family. uses people to get what she wants. doesn’t trust people easily (or at all tbh). has lots of walls up. lies about herself all the time. deeply insecure.

plot ideas: ▶   but what about “your ex hired me to make you fall in love with me then break your heart but oops i think i fell in love and now i’m conflicted what the fuck is happening i’m supposed to hurt you ow what am i sUPPOSED TO DO” that’d be rad   ▶   a rough around the edges, con artist girl is doing dirty work for her shitty boyfriend and they decide to target a rich, wealthy, cocky sort of young socialite male who feels like his life is a bit empty and redundant, and she may seem like she’s in this con artist game for the money (and she is, partly, because she grew up really poor and knows how it feels to starve) but she also has an unhealthy attachment to the boyfriend even though he treats her like crap and uses her to attract rich males, and then, on the night where she has dressed up and come up with a fake name and is about to make her move on the rich young man she realizes oh, he’s actually extremely attractive and cute and not like the other creepy old men she preys on? and oh, he’s actually extremely charismatic and witty and charming and kind of a dick, but not to her? and oh, now they’re kind of going out on multiple really amazing dates and spending tons of time together and she’s supposed to be digging for his deepest secrets and finding out numbers to his safes and stealing jewelry pieces he probably won’t miss and then one night, her wallet falls out of her bag and… OH, why is her name not the name that she said it was on her drivers license and why are his personal, private cartier bracelets engraved with his initials in there too and who the fuck is calling her phone ?????? ▶   Y’all. I need an ‘I’ve got no where to live, so I went to a fancy hotel pretending I’m rich & fancy AF, and pretended to be your wife in order to get the key to your room. But please don’t yell and kick me out when you see me laying in your bed with your robe on while watching pay per view on the TV and eating the mini bar snacks. But wait, this works out in your favor? Now I have to actually pretend to be your wife so your crazy mother will get off your back about marriage? As long as I get to keep all the clothes you buy me’ plot.

im ye-jun | 28 | pro-gamer | fc: song kang | tag

info: gaming nerd. hasn’t really cared about being in a relationship or finding romance. isn’t always the best with social cues. considers himself kind of boring. very kindhearted and tries to help others. comes off rather aloof. more on the reserved side. 

plot ideas: ▶     a plot where both muses are hardcore gamers ( possible twitch streamers or youtube creators ) & they get invited to an event which is where they meet and from then on, they became inseparable. they live very far away from each other but always bond over playing games together & facetime before bed. until eventually they decide to invest and move in together. they take things slow due to them both being busy & it’s just very cute and full of fluff & “I miss you” phone calls ▶     give me a plot based off of ‘my love story with yamada-kun at lv999′; after muse a’s bf dumps them for someone they met online in a game, muse a decides to show up to a game event in the hopes of getting their ex to regret their decision. muse b is a well-known gamer online but doesn’t have much interest in the real world. the pair happen to meet in person after realizing they know of each other through one of the games muse b plays. muse a, spotting their ex and their new gf, convinces muse b to pretend to be in a relationship with them just to save face.

jang soo-min | 25 | athletic trainer | fc: park yoo-na

info: very work-oriented; sarcastic; more of a tomboy; reactive; likes to host parties; social

plot ideas: ▶    muse  a  was  invited  to  spend  the  summer  at  their  best  friends  beach  house  with  their  entire  family  ,    including  the  older  brother  /  sister  (  muse  b )  that  they’ve  had  a  small    (  but  hopeless  )    crush  on  since  middle  school  .    despite  all  the  years  they’ve  known  each  other  ,    they’ve  never  spent  this  much  time  around  each  other  and  it’s  hard  to  keep  their  eyes  off  of  one  another  ,    especially  when  the  hot  summer  sun  is  involved  .   ▶  i just need a “hey, i know you’re dating my brother but he’s an asshole and just playing with you but me, i’m in love with you since 3rd grade” plot?   ▶   Oh your parents planned a surprise visit and now you’re having that awkward ‘Where is your life going? We’re low key disappointed in you.’ conversation in a ridiculously public place? Here let me pretend to be the reason you’ve been staring at your phone this whole time. “Hey baby, sorry I’m late.”   ▶   athletic trainer x athlete

jasper o’hara | 26 | financial analyst | fc: alex fitzalan (can be changed)

info: a little impulsive; was a major screw-up growing up (still is a little bit now); tends to avoid relationships; a smart-ass; has a strained relationship with his family; doesn’t really believe he’s capable of much

plot ideas:   ▶  “academic rivals to lovers but she’s the only one who hates him and he’s been in love with her since the day they met” ▶  pls gimme a cliche ass plot with two best friends where muse a is an asshole who fucks everything with a pulse & doesn’t care about anyone but gets super protective etc about their best friend muse b at all times!!   ▶   “i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au  

jia park | 27 | unemployed | fc: han so-hee | tag

impulsive. can be petty. has ambitions but no follow-through. lives off of her family’s money for the most part. wears her heart on her sleeve if she cares. can be childish and brash at times. also can be defensive. secretly insecure and puts on a very tough front. 

plot ideas: ▶   give me a “i’ve been in love with my best friend forever but they’ve never noticed, so i decided to start something up with best friend’s enemy/rival in the hopes of making them jealous.” ▶   anyone wanna do a modern romeo/juliet plot?? where their parents are the heads of rival companies or are huge celebrities who have been in a known feud for years and they meet and try to sneak around in secret but there’s paparazzi and tabloids and all that someone please do this with me

min moon-ji | 31 | art teacher | fc: shin hye-sun

info: soft spoken; takes her a while to warm up to people; invisible middle child; doesn’t like asking for help

plot ideas: ▶    “Muse A is well-mannered, polite, quiet, and shy, and Muse B didn’t even know they existed until they tap on Muse B’s shoulder and asks them out super awkwardly/nervously. Muse B, feeling bad for them, agrees and ends up having a rather awkward and weird first date with them. Despite this, Muse A asks them out a second time, and while Muse B doesn’t exactly think it’s a good idea, finds themselves agreeing again. Of course the second time around, Muse A goes in for a kiss and it ends up not being chaste, sweet, or awkward like Muse B expects, but instead it’s rough and passionate and oops, now Muse B is a little more interested to see where things lead.”   ▶   we’ve been best friends since we were kids, and people always see us as practically siblings, and we do everything together, but one night we had a ~ moment ~ and things have been weird ever since. now you’re making out with someone else right in front of me, and i don’t know why it makes me so upset, you’ve had bfs/gfs before and it wasn’t a problem.   ▶  teacher x teacher ships

phoebe keller | 27 | jewelry maker | fc: adeline rudolph

info: is not the golden child of her family. has a strained relationship with her family in general. tries to accomplish a lot of things to compensate. craves a sense of belonging. can be a little bitter. sweet and sassy. sarcastic. always has a million projects going on. 

plot ideas: ▶   a plot where the muses are best friends with obvious sexual tension but they’ve never done anything about it until one night they’re watching movies together like they always do and their hands accidentally touch and muse a just so happens to notice that it makes muse b blush and of course they start being cocky and teasing muse b endlessly like “really THAT’S enough to make you blush wow” and then it becomes a personal goal of muse a’s to see what else makes muse b blush and so muse a puts a hand on muse b’s leg like “does this make you blush” and muse b keeps ignoring them so it gradually gets worse and muse a starts kissing their neck and maybe even slips a hand between muse b’s thighs like “what about this” and it’s just ! lots of tension and teasing and :~) ▶   “you broke my little sisters heart so i’m going to make your sister fall in love with me and do the same” ▶   give me a plot of “i’m your father’s mistress && and was nearly caught sneaking out early one morning but you saved the day by introducing me as your girlfriend && now your mother invited me to spend the summer at your vacation home so we have to spend the entire summer pretending to be in love.” 

samantha pérez | 35 | writer & criminal | fc: ana de armas | tag

info: very vindictive. has a loose view on morality/good vs. bad. claims to be a writer but is an awful writer. loves to learn about anything poisonous. will enact revenge against you if you’ve wronged her in some way aka has killed someone. likes to be considered smart/clever. always put 110% into everything she does. 

plot ideas:  ▶   not going to lie i 100% want a plot where muse a is an assassin that has been dating muse b for over a year and has managed to keep their career a secret until they get called in for a new assignment and find out that muse b is their next target. it would be so full of angst and drama and yes just give it to me please. ▶   i stole your car and the police aren’t doing anything so you decided to track me down yourself and you found me, but whatcha gonna do, i went through your stuff so i know all your secrets. ▶   your dad is my biggest enemy in the crime world and you’re a straight-up rebel, so to piss him off you decide to sleep with me and wow, it was fucking amazing, but now your dad is out to kill me so what now. ▶ ok but a plot where one is a criminal that’s on the run from the police, and they stumble across this practically empty motel that’s in the middle of nowhere, and they think, hey, perfect place to hide out for a few weeks until the manhunt dies down. the motel is run by a married couple, and their sheltered, somewhat naive child – well, actually they’re an adult by now, but they’ve never left their small town, had a job outside the motel, or been anywhere, and their parents still treat them like a kid. the criminal checks in, of course not mentioning why they’re here, and the owners’ kid is fascinated by their guest – they hardly ever get guests for more than a night at a time, let alone guests who seem to have so many interesting stories and secrets….

sebastian pierce-waldorf | 25 | brand marketing assistant | fc: felix mallard

info: arrogant and a little condescending; tries to please his parents even if he hates the life they want for him; kind of a stick in the mud; high-strung; leads a semi-double life to let off steam; occasionally does underground ring fights; too emotionally unavailable to be in relationships

plot ideas: ▶  enemies to lovers // enemies with benefits ▶  “We’re fake-dating and I’m supposed to publicly break up with you but you’ve been irritating me lately so instead of dumping you I publicly proposed to mess up your plan and now we’re getting married, fuck” au ▶ childhood friends where you’re about the only person i can stand being around and i’m really protective over you

sun-hee “sunny” park  | 29 | script supervisor | fc: lee sung-kyung | tag

info: likes to be work-oriented. has bad taste in romantic prospects. desperate to find love though. sarcasm is her defense mechanism. gets easily annoyed by stupid people at work. 

plot ideas: ▶   ‘we promised we were going to write a tv show one day but we never did it because we grew apart but wait – didn’t i just hear these kids on the bus talking about a tv show that sounds a lot like our idea? wait, you are the one writing it? you do realize that story was half mine, right? i wANT MY MONEY’ au ▶   we used to be friends but then you become famous and left our town to travel the world but not once you texted me back. now you’re back and you wanna go back to the way we were? ha no not happening ▶   What about a plot of a personal assistant and a celeb? One where she’s been working for him since he had gotten famous. He can’t go anywhere without her and brings her everywhere he goes. They are more like best friend than boss and assistant. The media jokes about how they act like a married couple. And he can’t help but mention her during interviews. Sometimes they even sleep in the same hotel room when she’s working late. BUT NO IT’S TOTALLY PLATONIC!! That cuddling they did the other night?? Completely what friends do!

winona renwick | 31 | vampire | transcriptionist | fc: poppy drayton

info: likes to be alone since being turned. tries not to mingle with humans. kind of a grump. hates being a vampire. hesitant to make any kind of connection with others. 

plot ideas: ▶  “i’m a vampire and we met when you were still human and we fell in love and planned out our whole eternal life together but on the night i turned you i freaked out over the commitment and abandoned you in the middle of the night & now it’s over a century later and we’re only just seeing each other again for the first time since and there’s so much hatred in your eyes when you look at me but fuck you still look just as hot and make my heart race as much as you did back then and i think i made the biggest mistake of my life in leaving” au ▶   okay but a dracula untold style plot where vampire vlad has been alive for centuries loving one soul over and over again as he finds her again. he finds her again in the twenty first century, his mina, shes all bright hair and those same old eyes, there’s only one problem, she just so happens to be the daughter of a hunter and has been trained to kill creatures like him all her life. ▶  vampire x vampire plot

[iambilliejeanok]

Hi! By any chance if you’re still taking requests could I request a soft, caring Tobirama x fem!reader. Whatever his version of soft and caring is lol. Nsfw but also fluffy if possible, thank you!

I love Tobirama🥺

Warnings: 18+, smutty, fluff, very light ddlg,

Opening the garage door of your home, you saw Tobirama’s suv already parked. He’s home already!!

You tried to control your breathing so you didn’t overexcite yourself, feeling the giddiness crawling up your body as you picked up your bag, your heels and a few other things before stepping out of your car.

You didn’t notice you were speed walking to the door, opening it up to step inside, your nose picking up the smell of popcorn, making your mouth water. But more importantly, Tobirama was already setting up the living room, placing the popcorn on the table that also had a bowl full of freshly cut up fruits, a bucket of ice with some water bottles inside and your favourite appletizer juice you usually only drank on special occasions to avoid getting addicted to it. Your husband beat you to it, having already beautifully decorated the living room, a blanket fort with so many stuffies you didn’t recognize inside, lots of pillows and more blankets. The fireplace burning, giving the place an extra cozy touch.

“Awwww baby!”, you said as Tobirama approached you, a glass of whiskey in his hand. To make things even better, he already had his pjs, his tall, muscular and lean build draped in his dark blue pajama shirt and matching black and blue checkered pants, loosely hugging his body, making him so irresistible. You really hit the jackpot with this man. “Welcome home baby”, he said, smiling at you as you admired the set up, taking the million things you carried out of your hands and placing them on the kitchen table. You quickly followed behind him, jumping on his back when he crouched to pick up your shoes.

He chuckled, easily getting up with you on him. “Baby, can you wait for me to put this stuff away”, he mused, one hand under you but to support you. “Okay”, you said, sliding off of him. He was genuinely surprised, he was expecting you to stay on, like you always did when you had the opportunity to be carried, feeling somewhat disappointed. After putting your shoes away, he walked back to you, spreading his arms out for a hug, you lifted your hands up trying to stay still but you couldn’t help but jump a little from excitement, Tobirama catching you in his arms. Your legs and arms wrapped around him and now he was sure you wouldn’t let go.

A little mushy talk always did you justice, you and Tobirama sharing a moment as he took you upstairs to get changed. He helped you slip off your clothes, always kissing you on your face with every item that came off or went on. You felt so happy you wanted to cry. You barely got to spend time with him, your eyes watering up with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Tobirama noticed your watery eyes as he slipped on your socks, standing upright and towering over you, cupping your cheeks in both his large hands. “I’m so happy I get to spend some quality time with you precious”, he said, your tears now freely flowing down your cheeks, his thumbs wiping them away as they fell, warm and soft kisses showering your cheeks.

“Cmon”, he chuckled, placing another kiss on your lips. “Let’s go watch the movie”, he mused, his heart doing flips in excitement too. “Okay”, you sniffled, casually attempting to climb on him, but he immediately scooped you right up, your arms hands cupping his cheeks now as he carried you back down stairs. “Thank you for setting up movie night baby”, you softly said, your turn to plant endless kisses on his handsome face, Tobirama happily taking it in, finally approaching the living room. He tapped your thigh to indicate you needed to get off, but you only wrapped yourself around him, refusing to let go. Tobirama was kinda happy that you didn’t wanna let go. You’re still inlove with him he could tell, sitting down with you wrapped around him only letting go when he manage to get comfortable, shifting yourself so you lay into of him. You were like a clingy little koala. He loved being home with you more than anything.

The movie was hilarious, Tobirama picked such a good one, you were both laughing you heart out, Tobirama nearly crying from the laughter, tears already falling down your cheeks as you held your tummy. The popcorn was delicious and the juice was the perfect touch! When the movie finished, Tobirama wasn’t ready to call it a night, putting on one of the series you two loved watching, laying down and dragging you with him, a short yelp coming from you as you landing on his chest. You scooted to lay beside him, facing him, you placed you placed your leg on him, snuggling into his chest and inhaling your favourite scent.

Pulling your head back with your hair, he lifted up your chin to look at him, his blood red orbs piercing your dark ones. “Hey”, he said never wanting this moment to end. “Hey”, you giggled, unable to be serious in such an intense moment, making him smile in return. An overwhelming urge to kiss you overtook him, planting his lips against yours, and you eagerly began sucking on his bottom lip, Tobirama returning the kiss, grabbing your hair by the roots and gently tugging you head back to deepen the kiss, his tongue slowly invading your mouth, Tobirama moaning ever so lightly as you began sucking it, moaning too as you indulged in him. His hand ran over your body, stopping on your lower back pulling you closer to him before slipping his hand under your nightdress to squeeze your ass, extracting more moans from you. Tobirama hungrily kissed you, his hands rubbing and squeezing you everywhere, your body so soft under his touches. He pushed you to lay on your back, hovering over you at the same time, caging you between his arms. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at you, your mouth still open as you sucked in some air, panting much harder than he was. “You’re still so needy aren’t you?”, he teased, planting a kiss on your forehead. “For you I have no choice but to be”, you smiled, palming his cheek and rubbing your thumb along his smooth skin.

“You know, I was thinking about you today”, he randomly said, breaking eye contact with you for a minute in order to think better. “About what?….”, you shyly asked, your other hand creeping under his shirt, your nails lightly grazing his back, sending tingle’s throughout his body. “That feels good”, he commented, and you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, making him smile. “About what?”, you asked again, smiling with him. “What to do with you after the movie”, he said, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging exposing more of your neck to him. Your breath kind of hitched at the ideas filling your mind. “What to do with me?”, you asked, almost like you were wondering yourself too. “Yes”, he said, licking a trail from your collar bone to the nape of your neck, stopping to gently bite you, sinking his teeth into your skin until you whined lowly before he let your skin slip through his teeth, diving right back to softly suck on that same spot, biting again. “And did you get any ideas?”, you said in a breathy tone, turned on from his actions. “I sure did”, he answered before biting you again, making you moan ever so softly, not stopping his attack as it spread across your neck, Tobirama selfishly sucking and biting you. “What did you come up with?”, you moaned as you asked, enjoying his assault. “Mmm, I don’t know, I thought maybe you’d let me spread you out”, he said, your clit throbbing at the sound of his voice, nevermind the filthy ideas he was putting in your head. His hand began caressing your thigh, slowly traveling higher and higher, lifting up your nightdress up to your waist, just your thong on that you wore all day. You suddenly remembered you did not take a shower, your eyes shooting open. Immediately tried to push him off of you, your hands lightly pushing his shoulders. “Tobi, I need a shower first”, you said, embarrassment heating your body up even more than the arousal. “It can wait for when I’m done with you”, he casually said, hoping you would just let it slide. “But, I’m all sweaty”, you began to complain, now annoying him, his hips grinding against your thinly clothed pussy, and you could now smell your own scent, feeling even more embarrassed. “Y/N”, he said quite firmly, but still gentle, taking your feelings into consideration. One thing about Tobirama was that when he was horny for you he was going to have his fill, even if he had to pull you into a private spot. He had zero self control when it came to you.

You whined to yourself, Tobirama biting you hard just below your collar bone, making you whimper. Your dress coming off of you before Tobirama latched onto you nipples, hungrily sucking, his hand squeezing your other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple. His touches were rough, not on purpose however, it’s just the way he is. You already knew there was no negotiating any shower, biting your lip as he began terrorizing your boobs, you broke out into a fit of whimpers, Tobirama’s hands holding your arms in place as he mindlessly nibbled and sucked on you, enjoying the soft and needy whimpers he pulled out of you. As embarrassing as it was, his attention to your breasts really turned you on, your pussy growing damper as you watched him greedily try to out as much titty in his mouth as possible, pulling back to nibble your nipples, sucking them when you whimpers grew louder to ease the pain. Good god you loved him too pieces, and you love it when he did this, even though it hurt, something about letting him enjoy himself made you even hornier, your hips grinding up for some relief, his grinding downwards to give you that relief, a soft moan ringing in his ears and he knew he didn’t want to wait any longer, sitting up quickly, your nipple slipping through his teeth as he sat up, the sharp pain making you whimper extra loud, your hand immediately cupping both your boobs, your nipples now so sensitive they hurt to be left exposed. Tobirama on the other end only focused on removing your thong, quickly slipping them in his pocket while he thought you were distracted, those would come in handy after you tapped out.

Spreading you open was always his favorite part, watching your sticky folds separating from the slick holding them together. “Baby…”, you called out to him in the most sweetest way you could, Tobirama’s eyes leaving your pussy to look at you, “Please be nice”, you begged in your most sexy voice, putting on your best pout. Biting his lip, this only made him hotter, and you could tell he wasn’t actually going to be nice…him being nice was a treat after all, so he didn’t see why he should deny you your request. “Of course baby, you’ll be good and wait for me to finish right?”, he asked, referring to letting him eat you out for a longer time. Pushing your thighs back, your pussy sat right infront of him, your could feel his warm breath on your clit, biting your lip in anticipation. “But how long…”, you softly asked, not wanting to irritate him into punishing you. “Are you whining?”, he asked, giving you a long drag of his tongue, licking up as much slick as he could. He loved tasting you so much, if he could sniff your cum like coke he would, softly sucking you clit, tasting your juices he gathered on his tongue at the same time, moaning while he sucked. A long soft moan drawled from you, Tobirama’s favorite part was hearing those needy moans. He loved making you scream and whimper, teasing you for it and degrading you.

“Nooo, I’m not”, you moaned, biting your lip as he continue to suck on you. “Then what?”, he asked, his tongue dipping into your hole, stretching you open. “I don’t wanna f-fuck tonight”, you said, shutting your eyes and arching your back when he latched onto your clit, softly sucking the tender nub, making you cum. The first few seconds were amazing, and you knew you wanted more, Tobirama letting go of your clit when he sensed your orgasm was over, dipping his tongue inside your vagina again, slowly tongue fucking you. “Then what do you have in mind?”, he asked, patiently waiting for you to answer. “Jus, s-soft love”, you whimpered, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. He went right back to your clit, softly sucking again, this time inserting his middle finger inside of you, making you scream as the pleasure began building up again. “Mmmm”, Tobirama moaned, not stopping to talk as he now focused on really making you nut. His finger slowly stroking your gspot while his mouth vacuumed your clit, slurping and sucking it, making the nastiest noises, only speeding up your orgasm. Having to hold your legs down with more of his strength, you began jerking, squirting hard, as you groaned, your legs shivering in either side of him, his fingers still working you as he sat up on his knees. You looked so beautiful, your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked at him, still fully clothed while you were butt naked. Just the sight of him, his short white hair dangling in front of his forehead without his hitai-ate on, his chin and lips glistening with your juices, his well sculpted muscles being hugged sinfully by that loose dark blue shirt.

“Oh, so you want me to make love to you?”, he asked, seeing that you caught your breath even as you were slightly kicking due to his finger still stroking your gspot. “Y-yess!”, you whined, barely able to handle the pleasure. “Okay sweetheart”, he said, lowering himself to hover over you, his fingers picking up the pace. You felt so hot and flustered, blushing because he called you sweetheart and also because you were literally about to come so hard. “I’ll be extra soft and gentle with my baby if she comes right now”, he whispered in your ear, and that was enough, you pussy squirting once again as you came, Tobirama placing kisses on your face as you writhed beneath him, finally pulling his fingers of out you, rubbing your clit so fast you just had to scream right in his ear, Tobirama lifting his head fast. You really could be loud, he blamed himself for it, removing his hand and lifting it to his mouth to suck on his fingers, withdrawing them from his mouth before placing one in yours. “Suck”, he told you, and you listened of course, you loved listening to him, your moans instantly silenced as you sucked on his middle finger, pulling away from it to breathe, before sucking again, Tobirama’s dick twitching at the sight. If he didn’t stop you now, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from fucking your pretty mouth.

“Slow Tobi?”, you asked, You Tobirama lining himself with your vagina, your thighs legs still slightly trembling. “Yes sweetheart, slow…and deep?”, he asked, burying himself all the way inside of you, until he felt he couldn’t go any further, settling inside of you, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist. You were panting hard, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you tried to adjust to his incredible size. It was always like this. Nothing new for you, but it still was a lot to take, finally managing to steady your breath as Tobirama continued planting kisses on your face, once again, patiently waiting for you answer. “Will you answer me?”, he asked, finally running out of patience, yet speaking with a softer tone to not come across as aggressive. The last thing he needed tonight was for you to suddenly change your mind. He would just have to die with this incredible hard on if that happened to be the case.

“Yes”, you panted, “Slow and d-deep”, you repeated, never taking your eyes off of his, earning yourself a full smile, his beautiful set of teeth showing too. You loved seeing him smile like this. “Okay precious”, he spoke, now thrusting into you just as you had requested, slow and deep, his dick stretching you out so much you wanted to cry, and as if that wasn’t enough he also really made sure to go in deep, his eyes focused on your face oak expressions. You shut your eyes tight when he thrusted into you, barely able to keep them open as he found a rhythm he thought you’d enjoy, steady and slow wins the race, he reminded himself, not giving in to the intense urge to drill you.

Your moans were the most erotic thing he had ever experienced in his life, determined to pull all sorts of noises out of you as he worked his hips, feeling your pussy already contracting around him. You needed something to grip onto, realising that Tobirama had both your wrists held in one of his hands above your head. The chances of you breaking free from his grip, even with chakra were very low. He was so obviously physically stronger than you, that your writhing under him only turned him on. He loved it when you tried to push him off of you, especially when he’s giving you head, is just so easy to hold you down, it’s almost pathetic. He smiled when he felt you try to escape his grip, picking up the pace only a little bit, careful to remain gentle. But even if he made love to you as gentle as he could, you still could barely take it, even this pace was intense in its own way. Tobirama could you about to cum, you whimpers growing much more louder and needier, his name being whimpered every now and then. His name was made for your lips to call. He just knew it. This was far too magical for him to doubt that.

“So deep baby?”, he asked you, your heels digging into his lower back as your orgasm slowly took over. You were so tense, Tobirama could easily tell. “Y/N breathe, it’s going to be intense anyway, so just breathe with me…hey, look at me”, he said, biting his own lip as your walls began squeezing him, your body convulsing beneath him as he slowed down, settling deep inside of you so you could fully experience your orgasm. It was so intense you were even crying, knowing this wasn’t the last orgasm yet. “Aww sweetheart”, Tobirama cooed, his deep voice somewhat strained as he fought to keep himself from coming. “Talk to me please”, he said, impatiently waiting for you to come back to reality. “G-godddd!”, you whimpered through gritted teeth. “I know love”, he chuckled, biting his lip. You were so incredibly sexy, you had no idea. “H-hood m-me pl- please”, you barely managed to whimper, and Tobirama glad did, wrapping his arms around you and sitting up, lifting you with him, so you now sat on his lap, his dick still deeply snuggled inside of you. “Hey, I love you”, he said, holding you so tight, you just wanted to stay here the entire night. But Tobirama didn’t cum yet.

[imagine--if]

Can I request Eddie loosing it because his GF sends him I love you texts every morning

A/N: Hell yeah, I haven't done texting hcs yet so let's goooo 💚📱

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: FlUfF, kinda obsessive because this is Eddie 🥰

• Whenever you and Eddie are apart... he's still not gonna leave you alone

• Edward just can't help thinking about you all the time, because he needs to be a part of everything you do, and gets agitated at the long periods of time when you're working or something

• Needless to say, he'll be texting/calling whenever he gets the chance, even if it's literally just FaceTiming while you're both working so you can see each other and stuff 🥺

• He's often the first to text you to see how you are at random moments of the day, reminds you he loves you (like you need reminding lol) and asks if you're still at work and when you'll be home

• But if you text him first?? He has to really try not to get overexcited in his public workplace because the love of his life is texting him before he's gotten a change and agfhsk-

• You'll text something as simple as "Hope u have a great day, ily 💚" and he'll respond with dozens of heart emojis and heart eyes and ramble about how he loves you too, a lot of words spelt wrong because of how fast he's typing

• Is he one for sending you selfies? Well. Yes 😏 he prefers taking Polaroids tbh, but even so, he doesn't mind taking kind of blurry and odd-angled pictures of himself for you

• He has a whole damn folder full of selfies and photos of you on his phone and you're on his lock screen and background, not to mention the mini pictures he has in his clear phone case 😍

• When he's been away from you for most of the day, he'll stare at the photos and get motivation to keep 'cleansing' Gotham for you and has little fantasies about you being there while he's working, which gets him all giddy for when you're back together

• Eddie acts as if you've been separated for months when you're both back at home - you'll be smothered with needy attention and hugs and kisses before he sits you down and makes you tell him everything about your day 💕

• I feel like Edward would text you even if you're in the same apartment, like, "what's the only other name for angel?? 😇🤍"

• It's your name, always 🤗

• You'll be sitting together in the same room and you're paying attention to your phone instead of him, so he'll text you while you're beside you saying something like "You look beautiful when you're focused, but more so if you looked up so I can see you properly xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx"

• I'm not exaggerating with the amount of x's he sends because... there are a lot.

• He loves the texting and all, but he much prefers face-to-face interaction and loving, because nothing beats that 💚

Taglist:

@birds-have-teeth @repostingmyfavs @for3v3rda1sy @glitterycheesecakegladiator @moonwritesblog @lilyevans1 @httpsunflowers @hxney-lemcn @confusedchildsstuff @phantomofthecathedral @sugahbabieexo @bokksieu @skateb0red @wilburrrsworld @philiasoul @darthcringe @felicityofbakerstreet @bloodypantomime @deadlights-darling @tianotfound @mortem-muse @ireadandream @tinyryder @kpopgirlbtssvt @truecobblepot @jessicainhell

[r-antaures]

Happy 54th Birthday to my dearest Mister Wilson.

The sunshine of my life. My sun, my moon, my star, my muse.

I hope you are doing great and having a nice day. I wish you the best of the best. I want to draw you something but I was just put on a diabetes pill and this is the best I could do with shaky hand and overexcited heart.

Anyway, I wish you health, prosperity, fortune, and happiness. 2023 is gonna be your year. We will make sure of it. Stay healthy and stay safe!

I love you

x

[dollwritesarchive]

welcome to the DILF OF JULY masterlist / month in review !!

this month will be focusing on everything daddies. daddy kink, sugar daddies, step dad, etc etc! requests are closed for this month. enjoy the filth and fluff that is to come. don’t forget to reblog & leave feedback if you enjoy the stories! muah 💋

* no inc*st / biological father x reader fics.

request / 💋 nsfw / 🥀 dark or semi dark / link or progress

FEATURETTES

[ mini musing ] the dragon slayer’s lullaby THORIN OAKENSHIELD ! click here

king thorin tells his children a bedtime story

[ mini musing ] weakness lies between your thighs 💋 🥀 LOKI LAUFEYSON ! click here

loki’s ward wants to go to a party and he must prevent it

[ mini musing ] hold on FRANK ADLER ! click here

when frank finds a pregnancy test in the grocery bag, he needs some time to think

keep you up 💋 ALISTAIR THEIRIN ! click here

alistair is infatuated with your body since you begin to swell, and sometimes he becomes a bit too overexcited

[ mini musing ] rock a bye 🥀 FRENCHIE ! click here

you wake up in the middle of the night to discover that frenchie has broken into your home to see your daughter

[ mini musing ] burnt supper GEORGE WEASLEY ! click here

george comes home to find his pregnant wife crying over a dish of charred food

[ mini musing ] heavy is the head THORIN OAKENSHIELD ! click here

king thorin had his doubts about becoming a father

[ mini musing ] training wheels 💋 PIETRO MAXIMOFF ! click here

going shopping with daddy is always eventful

[ mini musing ] truth tea LOKI LAUFEYSON ! click here

loki, king of asgard, and his son are jealous when a midgardian stares at the queen

[ mini musing ] serendipity BOFUR ! click here

bofur never expected to become part of the royal family like this

BONUS DRABBLES

ducky boxers BUCKY BARNES ! click here

newly divorced dad!bucky meets a 10 on tinder but his sons interrupt

hey, little devil! 💋 MAX CADY ! click here

you show off your new panties to your daddy

look so good in green 💋 MAX CADY ! click here

max punishes you in front of your friends

your touch gets me stupid high 💋🥀 LEE BODECKER ! click here

you lose your virginity to your stepdad

daddy’s remedy 💋 ANDY BARBER ! click here

being a brat to get what you want from andy is smart

accidentally on purpose 💋 STEVE ROGERS ! click here

your best friend’s dad gets caught

spill DANIEL BRÜHL ! click here

daniel and your daughter bring you soup when you don’t feel good

knock knock JAMES HUNT ! click here

james visits your daughter unannounced

[1kook]

subdued

— good boy joon on his bday x fem reader

summary; He could so easily take you over in the bedroom, push you down and ram himself inside until you cried. But it’s the other way around, and he likes it that way. tags; birthday boy joon, solo rapper joon, college student reader (unspecified year/age lol), this entire fic is based off THIS joon everyone look and never forget him warnings; kissing, blowjobs, grinding, unprotected, birthday sex, sub!joon word count; 5k

notes; hoooo boy, if you think my other fics were self-indulgent, this one is straight from my 3 am thoughts... anyway. i actually have the same birthday as joon so this fantasy plays off very different in daydream universe no. 794 lol but i understand not everyone is as lucky as us sept 12 babies so i adjusted it 😌

The stoplight down the street from his building takes the longest. He had warned you of its faulty mechanics the very first time you visited. It lingered on red a beat too long, wasted precious seconds you could be spending with him. It’s been the sole challenger to your patience this past year. Every time you wanted to visit him, it was this same stoplight that held you up— made the sugar in his coffee cup settle, the food in its container go cold. It absolutely dampened your mood.

Today, it’s from the back of an Uber that you watch the red glow of the light, gaze fading in and out of focus. It’s raining, the rhythmic pattering of raindrops against the wind shield hypnotizing you. There’s a styrofoam box of takeout beside you falling into the same fate as all its predecessors, tucked inside a plastic bag. It’s his favorite today, the black bean noodles down the street from your university paired with a sickeningly sweet fizzy drink. (There’s a cheap bottle of wine too, but he was never one for getting shitfaced so it had a slim chance of consumption.)

The longer the light stalls, the more nervous you become. One glance at your phone tells you it’s nearing eleven forty-nine, your last message to him just a few minutes before. It was a slew of sad faces as you apologized for the fifth time that night. Another minute ticks by and you’re suddenly hit with the overwhelming fear that you won’t make it on time.

It was Namjoon’s birthday.

At least it would be for the next ten minutes.

You hadn’t seen him all day, your usual Saturday morning brunch postponed by your conflicting schedules. You had a huge group project coming up, and the other students in your group all had lives of their own, jobs, sports, dates, that made their schedules hard to work around. Namjoon, too, was busy gearing up for the release of his mixtape, a collection of songs he had worked hard on for the better half of the year.

He had been planning for this since you first met, around this time the previous year. It was all he ever spoke about these days, which was both endearing and worrisome. Regardless of how you felt about his avid dedication towards his mixtape, you would continue to support him through it all.

You were supposed to drop by after your last class, but one thing led to another and suddenly you were babysitting your neighbor’s kids as she ran off to the hospital. You had felt bad for her, something about a relative in an accident, and had said yes without thinking through what exactly that meant. Two overexcited children and a kitchen lined in cake batter, is what it meant. Your neighbor had returned a little before eleven, and by then you were really cutting it close.

The order you placed had been ready when you got to the little restaurant, and, deciding to forgo bus stop waiting times, the Uber came quickly enough. Because things can never go your way, there was a small accident on one of the major streets that set you back, leading to your driver taking an abrupt detour that you doubt was helpful, and now you were here.

You bite down on your lower lip for probably the umpteenth time, flipping your phone around to check the time. 11:52.

The light changes a second later, your chauffeur for the evening slowly easing his foot off the break and sending the two of you one step closer to your boyfriend. The movement doesn’t ease your nerves in the slightest, foot tapping wildly against the carpeted flooring of the backseat as you think of that creaky elevator. Will it be on your side today? Or will it force you to run four flights of stairs up to his floor?

You won’t know until you get there, absentmindedly tipping the poor soul who bore witness to the rolling waves of tension that had swamped your body tonight. You can only hope it’s an appropriate bill, taking off toward the front doors of his building. The water on the sidewalk splashes beneath your frantic footsteps, tickling your bare ankles. The black boots you wore that day did nothing to save you, a small gust of cold air trying to sweep up beneath the thin material of your dress, luckily to no avail.

The front area is as empty as it usually is, though you doubt the late hour would change that. Knuckle jammed harshly against the flickering elevator button, you wait impatiently for it to descend. His small label takes up the entirety of the fourth floor, studios squeezed beside meeting rooms and offices. It was by no means a monster record label, but it had gained enough fame from the quality soloists it produced over the years; Namjoon was quickly becoming one of those. The carriage is on the fifth floor, right above his, the digital panel beside you says. It passes his floor, passes the fourth, and then… nothing.

You curse every deity in the universe as you watch it freeze on the second floor. You had been so close, you groan, kicking the tip of your shoe against the metal doors. It does nothing to fix the broken elevator, and with one heavy sigh, you turn to the flight of stairs. It was 11:54 now.

The stairway is silent, off-grey concrete walls mocking you as the time continues to tick down. Holding the plastic bag to your chest, you start up the stairs in a hurry. The rustling of the bag grows annoying quickly, your thighs aching half way up. The platforms between floors provide nearly no reprieve before you ascend the next level of stairs, heaving for air as you turn onto the final platform before his floor. Your hair sticks uncomfortably to the back of your neck.

You can’t fling the door open fast enough, heart hammering between your rib cage. The hallway is filled with blissful air conditioning, nothing like the stuffy air of the staircase. You relish in it for a second before taking down the winding halls, torpedoing straight into the room your boyfriend’s in.

“Happy birthday,” you gasp, only hoping you made it in on time. Your sudden appearance has him whirling around in surprise, dark eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets at his surprise intruder. The digital clock above one of his speakers blinks back at you. 11:59.

The surprise wears off soon enough. Namjoon melts back into his puffy chair, easy going smile taking over his features as he regards your ruffled appearance. “Jesus, what’ve you been up to?” he teases playfully, standing up to relieve you of the bag in your hand, still warm against your chest.

He brushes a kiss against your forehead, placing the plastic bag somewhere off behind him before enveloping you in your arms. “Thank you, baby,” he hums, strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. Almost immediately the tension in your body melts away, oozes out of your skin as you bury yourself against his chest. It feels good to be there, the faint cologne from that morning clinging to his white zip-up.

“Sorry I’m so late,” you murmur. Feeling comforted enough, you pull away from your hiding spot against his chest. The arms hanging loosely around your waist don’t let you get too far, low-lidded eyes staring down at you over the straight angle of his nose. “So much happened today— I’m sorry.”

Namjoon waves your apologies off as he guides you towards his computer chair. He plops down first, pulling you over to sit on his thigh. The clock ticks by, and suddenly his birthday is over. The scent of the noodles fills his dark studio, and you become acutely aware of the soft melody drifting from his speakers. Nothing too developed yet, just a simple piano with a bass drum kicking in.

“Another year, another grey hair,” he sighs, leaning back against his seat. You laugh at his dramatics, running a finger through the head full of silver hairs he’s rocking this time around.

“I fail to see the issue,” you muse, shifting about until you can loop your arms around his neck, pulling his face close enough to yours to kiss. He lets you, opening his mouth when your tongue prods against his plush, doll lips. He tastes of that energy drink you know is bad for him, the one that keeps him up way past his nonexistent bedtime. You should scold him for it, but there’s something about the way he molds his mouth against yours that makes it difficult to pull away and do so. You kiss him for a few minutes, lips casually molding against each other.

The enticing scent of the food you brought over has you pulling away with a soft smack of your lips, lazily grinning down at him. “You should eat,” you encourage, attempting to move out of his grip. If anything, the hands on the small of your back stiffen, keeping you comfortably pressed against him.

“Don’t want to,” he whines, half-lidded eyes gazing at you with that tender look. He leans back in, nudges his nose against yours until you’re moving to accommodate him again. His lips catch yours a second time, a soft sigh released on his end. His body feels like a furnace, swaddled up in that nice white tracksuit, some fancy brand he’s an ambassador for. There’s something about him that’s different today, cherry lips catching you in a daze. He seems totally aware of the pull he has over you, moving his mouth against yours like he knows he’s won you over and was now ready to dedicate the rest of the night to you.

You weren’t having any of that, at least not tonight.

Knitting your hands in his hair, you tug. You tug and tug until he’s releasing you with a whine, swollen red lips shiny from your lip gloss. It’s certainly a look on him, and as he pants beneath you, you’re left wondering why he’s chosen to be an elusive rapper when his doll-like face could easily blend into the idol world.

Another mystery you’ll never solve.

“Missed you today,” he admits bashfully, lips pulling into a shy smile he tries to hide from you. You reward his confession with a soft peck against his cheek, hands cupping his soft cheeks between your palms. Despite how easily you’d been forgiven before, there’s a tinge of a whine curling around his next words. “Who blows someone off on their birthday?” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut.

You chuckle, tracing your thumbs over his skin. They just barely brush against the corners of his mouth, the soft flesh begging to be touched. “Who spends their birthday cooped up in a tiny room?” you reply teasingly, leaning in to kiss the mole beneath his plump lips.

Namjoon inhales softly, head lolling backwards as you kiss down his chin, over his pulse point. “Was inspired,” he weakly defends, the grip around your waist growing tight. “There was a pretty girl in my dreams last night.”

“Oh?” You hum, slithering off his lap. The floor mat he has beneath his rolling chair to protect his hardwood floors is cold. There’s ridges on it that press uncomfortably into your knees. But all that is forgotten when you roll your hands over his shoulders, kiss his neck tenderly, and he groans. “How pretty?”

Your back is straining from being awkwardly stretched over him in a desperate attempt to kiss the entire column of his neck. He doesn’t make it easier, hips wiggling before you as you nip against the side of his neck. “Joon?” you coo, sliding your hands down his chest. The muscles jump beneath his zip-up, one shuddering exhale escaping him.

“R-Real fuckin’ gorgeous,” he mumbles, hands circling your shoulders. He wants to pull you close like he always does, but you can tell he’s equally as conflicted by the need to push you down onto his cock.

The front zip of his sweater gives with one tug, the clicks of the teeth coming apart following your hand down. He’s wearing a plain white shirt underneath, the beginnings of sweat clinging to the flimsy material. You place your hands around his waist, let the fabric catch over your knuckles as you glide them upwards. The sinewy muscle quivers under your touch, Namjoon’s breath catching in your throat.

When you reach his pecs, he barely contains the whimper in his throat, hands releasing you in favor of clutching at the armrest. “Please,” he huffs, the white zip-up halting you from pushing any further. “Off.”

“Of course,” you purr, pushing it over his deltoids. He doesn’t shake the sweater off completely, the sleeves catching over each other in his haste to feel you closer against his body. The t-shirt remains tugged up to his chest, held up by your wandering hands. “Relax for me, okay?” you croon, leaning forward to nip at his lower lip. The plush skin bounces back, redder than ever. He nods shakily, chest rising and falling.

You place a kiss directly on his sternum, his heart fluttering wildly just a few inches away. You feel it beneath your palm, the way it beats wildly out of rhythm for you. The music loops back around, the same melodious tune mixing with his airy sounds. You trail your mouth lower, letting it mold against the faint ridges over his abdomen.

He’s been putting on muscle these last few months. It’s a sight you only get to appreciate in moments like these. Namjoon wasn’t a flashy performer; he was too shy to wear revealing outfits, not that they particularly fit his onstage aesthetic anyway. He liked it simple and dark, wanting his words to capture people more than his looks.

It was a humble approach, really, because you don’t doubt for a second someone with looks of his caliber couldn’t pull fans with that alone. But as you said before, Namjoon didn’t like that sort of thing, and you suppose that’s why he’s declined invitations to join rookie boy groups time and again. He had worked hard to make himself known on his own, frequenting various hip hop scenes until he picked up steam. By the time you’d met him, he had his own contract, with this same company you’re currently in.

Now he was freshly twenty-six, on the cusp of releasing his first full mixtape, completely of his own creativity. His first mini-album had done extraordinarily well, but there had been a lot of outside partners and producers that pushed it along. This mixtape was one hundred percent him, a fact you couldn’t be more proud of.

What better way to treat him than to shower him in attention like this?

You press a soft kiss to his belly button, glancing up just in time to see those plush lips pull into a smile, pearly white teeth appearing in between, eyes fluttered shut. The waistband of his matching bottoms stretches easily enough, giving you a brief view of the dark underwear he’s got underneath. You let it snap back into place, relishing in the tiny gasp he gives. “You’re acting extra sweet for me today, aren’t you?” you smirk, running a palm over the bulge beneath his pants. His knuckles tighten dangerously against his armrests.

“I’m the same,” he chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you give his outline a teasing squeeze. “Just… lower please.”

His statement is followed with one hand on the back of your head, tentatively urging you closer to his stiff member just an inch. He’s so polite and shy tonight, cheeks tinted a nice rosy color as he looks away from your lewd expression practically salivating over the prize hidden beneath his clothes. His bottoms come down around his thighs, throbbing cock bouncing up to tap his stomach.

“Oooh,” you say appreciatively, taking him in your hand. Namjoon flinches, a groan catching in his throat as you trail your fingers over his cock. They end at the tip, swollen and red; you can’t help yourself as you duck down, kissing the tip softly. Namjoon full on shivers, hips bucking against your touch.

“Please, just... touch,” he begs, wiggling around underneath you.

You nod, pulling away to plant your hands against his hips. “Have to sit still for me, big boy,” you remind him, pushing down until his bottom glues itself firmly to the leather padding of his chair again. He does so with a huff. Clouded eyes meet yours, so beautifully framed by the blood that rushes to his face.

Despite calming him just moments before, the first kiss against his tip makes him squirm and buck like a wild stallion, your name falling from his lips like a mantra. Eventually he calms down, labored breath fanning across his chest as he watches you lower your mouth down around his cock. It twitches in your hand, one perfect pearl of cum oozing from the tip. It’s barely rolled down past his head when you strike, the tip of your tongue scooping it up quickly.

A little on the salty side, but it still makes you shudder. Above you, Namjoon isn't faring that well either. He groans, hands clenched over the armrest as he tries his best to be good for you. “More,” he says hoarsely, silver hair dangling over his eyes. It creates a curtain between you two, his beautiful expression hidden from your view.

You ease his cock down your mouth. It feels just as good as you remembered. Your knees ache from being on the ground, but you wouldn’t trade places with anyone in the world right now. An inaudible moan resonates from above you, his back going stiff the further down you swallow him. You could practically feel yourself drooling, excess saliva making his entrance into your mouth so much easier. You get about two thirds down before it becomes difficult, lips pulled taut around his swollen member. The tip is reaching dangerous territory now, nudging against the soft spot in the back of your throat.

You could gag, but that would only startle him away, make him worry about you. You don’t want that, not when he’s melting into his seat with every inch you swallow. So you push the discomfort away, focus on feeling the entirety of his cock in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he whines, shaking his silvery locks away from his eyes when he leans forward to look at you. You take extra care to bat your lashes up at him; he obviously likes the sight, his lower lip catching between his teeth for the umpteenth time that night.

When you finally surpass that initial discomfort, his cock wonderfully resting in your mouth and throat, everything becomes so much better. The drag against your lips feels almost heavenly, never mind the fact it would certainly leave the skin around there soft and tender tomorrow. It’s something you’re willing to overlook, running the flat length of your tongue against the underside of his cock to distract him.

You make one hand busy, reaching down to cup his balls. The skin is soft, but tight, like it’s taking everything in him not to bust right now. The other situates itself loosely against his hip, thumb drawing slow circles against the skin. He’s grown hotter since you’ve gotten here, like your own personal furnace.

He’s a good boy, through and through.

It had admittedly taken a while to tame his wildness; there had been a time where he would push your head down his cock the second your lips touched his mouth. Now, he fared pretty well against his own carnal instincts, blunt nails digging into the armrests in order to stop himself. Thanks to this, you’re able to pick up a comfortable pace against his cock, bobbing up and down between his thighs.

“M-More,” he pants, muscles trembling from the exertion it takes for him to hold himself back. “Please,” he throws in.

You appease him, letting go of his balls to grip the base of his cock. He hisses at the touch, hips unconsciously jumping. You hold him tight, squeezing his cock between your palm until his thighs are quivering too. The descent down his cock is easier too, no longer trying to swallow him up whole every time.

It only calms him for so long before that same plea is falling from his lips again. This time, you pull off completely, lazily jerking him off as you rest an elbow on his thigh, chin falling into your open palm as you analyze his figure. “Always need more,” you sigh, the slippery sound of your hand mingling with his little moans.

Namjoon’s jaw tightens, head falling forward until his chin touches his chest. “Would like to fuck now,” he seethes, his t-shirt growing damp at the collar from all the sweating he’s been doing.

“Is that so?” You smile. As you say this, you loosen your grip, letting your hand fall away much to his dismay. “Your clothes, Joon,” you explain, using his thighs as leverage to push yourself to your feet again. There’s creases on the skin over your knees, skin and joints tender from the position. That gets pushed to the back burner as you watch Namjoon finally fight his way out of his clothing, hands stuck in the sleeves of his zip-up.

“Off, off,” he huffs, eventually tugging it off all inside out. The shirt is next, neck hole stretched huge as he peels it away from his body.

You muffle a giggle behind your palm, placing a hand on his bare shoulder when he’s done. He’s looking at you with those same, desperate eyes, stealing your heart without even realizing. “Adorable,” you tease only to watch the blood crawl over his ears and down his neck. You throw a leg over him, his thigh pressing against yours. Before you can mount him you’re tugging off the thin jacket you’d worn that day, pawing it off until only the thin barrier of your dress is between the two of you.

With both knees pressed to either side of him, you finally show him what he wants to see. The sundress you’d worn that day makes everything so accessible. The flimsy material stretches over your ass, sits pretty around your waist to reveal your sheer panties. The sight makes Namjoon groan, eyes downcast as he fights to see your pussy. You return his gaze with a hand against his jaw. “Look at me, sweetheart,” you murmur, looping your hands around his head, finding their place on the nape of his neck first. Your fingers instinctively run through his locks, drawing an airy gasp from him.

“Yes,” he breathes, lower lip brushing against yours from such close proximity. You smile down at him, easing your core down on him. His cock pressed against your clothed panties, leaving a wet trail against the exterior side of them.

He fits snugly between your folds, hesitant hands resting at your hips like he wants to grind you down but knows better than to attempt such a bold move. You reward his behavior with a faint kiss against his cheek. “Good boy, Joonie,” you praise, barely containing your own gasp as you wiggle over his cock. “Being so nice for me today,” you sigh, grinding down against him.

Namjoon shivers, cock throbbing against your soiled panties. “Always good for you,” he groans, a trail of sweat running down from his hairline.

Another kiss is pressed against his face, this time against his cheekbone as you begin grinding back and forth. “That’s right,” you confirm, hugging him tight to your chest, until his face is practically buried between your breasts. “Even on your birthday,” you sigh, stretching a hand behind you to tug your panties to the side. The first glide of his cock against your folds has him bucking against you, a choked gasp escaping both your lips.

“I-Yes,” he cries, hands wrapped tight around you.

You bite down a whimper, his length running over every inch of your folds. It makes your toes curl when he stimulates your clit. Your attention had been solely on making him feel good tonight, that the barest amounts of pleasure to your own body was enough to make you shake. “Tell me,” you pant, moving back to grab him by the shoulders as you run against his length. “What you would do if you weren’t my good boy.”

Namjoon cries at your sudden pace, head lolling back as he fights every instinct in his body telling him to just fuck right into your inviting heat. “Can’t,” he sobs, eyes squeezed shut.

“Joon,” you growl, snapping your hips forward roughly. “Tell me.”

He shakes his head with another whimper, thigh muscles jolting beneath you. It makes you shift forward, clit running hard along his cock. “No, you’ll—“ he wheezes, fingers digging deep into your sides now. “You’ll… think I’m bad. Dirty.”

You lean forward, shove your tongue into his mouth with no warning. He moans, letting you push his tongue around until yours is halfway down his throat, licking and slurping every inch of him you can reach. You yank his head back by the hair, catching those watery eyes. “Tell me all your dirty thoughts,” you croon, lips trailing down his jaw. “Tell me them and maybe we’ll make them come true.”

Namjoon moans. “You,” he hesitates. While he does that, you reach down to align his cock with your hole, throbbing to be filled. His tip brushes along the tightened lips surrounding your entrance, reducing him to a stuttering mess. “You tell me I’m dirty,” he cries, “dirty and messy, and-and you make me beg for forgiveness just to cum, s-sometimes you don’t like it and make me d-do it again,” he babbles. “I-if you’re feeling mean y-you just edge me. Until I cry.”

You sink down on his cock, your shared arousal making the glide slippery and so wet. It’s almost too easy how he fits inside of you, your back arching as the head of his cock runs deliciously against your walls. The sensation of your cunt wrapped tightly around his cock has him gasping for air.

“Until you cry?” You repeat through clenched teeth. “Like you are now?”

Namjoon trembles, hips and thighs twitching every few minutes. He nods his head, but he’s become overwhelmed by his thoughts and your touches, so the movement ends up looking more dazed. There’s a couple tears that escaped and painted pretty trails down his cheeks, one catching on the corner of that pout of his. The rest pool in the corner of his eyes, glassy just like his sweat-soaked skin.

“Happy birthday,” you mumble, brushing his hair away from his face to press a kiss against his forehead. Namjoon groans. “Fuck me, baby,” you purr, wrapping your hands around his neck again. “You deserve it.”

Namjoon lets out a loud cry at your permission, hands tightening around your hips. He wastes no time, bucking into you like a wild animal that’s desperate to cum. You don’t blame him; he’d been close to cumming down your throat, and recounting his demeaning fantasies while stuffed deep inside you certainly didn’t help.

You let him jostle you to and fro, dick slipping in and out of your pussy with an unreal amount of force. He was grunting all kinds of sounds against your shoulder, biting down on the skin like it would calm him. It doesn’t, and you already know there will be a big bruise to attend to tomorrow.

With every thrust, the head of his cock rubs against that sensitive spot in your pussy, back arching at the angle he pushes in at. It makes every hair on your body stand, the animalistic sounds he’s releasing reaching deep into your core.

It’s a brief reminder of what this man was truly capable of, buff arms and thick thighs lifting you around like you’re nothing. He could so easily take you over in the bedroom, push you down and ram himself inside until you cried. But it’s the other way around, and he likes it that way.

Well, you liked it that way too, especially if it meant having this big strong man so pliant under your touch.

“Fuck,” you moan, holding the back of his head closer to where he’s seemingly set on bruising your entire shoulder. “Just like that.”

Your walls clench around his length, squeezing him so tight that it becomes difficult for him to move. A wail catches in his throat, his body beginning to burn out from the initial burst of energy he’d received when you gave him the go ahead. “I-I,” he pants, weakly and unevenly bucking into you. You know he’s close from the cute wavering of his speech, his usual eloquent speaking style reduced to a stuttering mess. You take pity on him, gearing your muscles up again to see him to completion.

It doesn’t take long. A few slow rolls of your hips later and he’s spasming beneath you, your name rolling off his tongue in a series of soft whimpers. He continues groaning even afterwards, hands falling limply to his sides as you finish yourself off.

The thing about this big strong body was that it burned out extremely fast, his head rolling back to give you a clear view of his fucked out features. He was tired, absolutely drained from your little moment, and such was exhibited on his lax frame. Your orgasm rolls around right after, stomach clenching. Despite the shock of pleasure that swallows you up, you can’t help the endeared smile that takes over your features at the sight beneath you as you cum.

“So proud of you,” you murmur afterwards, cupping his face in your hands to deliver a brigade of kisses against his skin. He groans in faux annoyance, letting you turn him this way and that as you shower him in affection. “My baby did so well today.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he huffs, though the ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. “What’s there to eat?”

You snort, pushing yourself off of him. You wiggle your panties and dress back into place, tossing him his discarded shirt as you make toward the noodles. They’ve probably gone cold by now, neglected in favor of fucking like two bunnies in heat. Still, you give them a poke. Just as you’d predicted, they’re way too cold to be edible, a fact which greatly saddens Namjoon.

You weren’t having any of that, especially not on his birthday (it was 12:49 now, but technically, it’s still his birthday until he goes to sleep), which is why you make him pack everything up right away. “I’ll heat them up at my place,” you assure him, patting his bum as he whines at the sudden relocation. He’s tugging his zip-up on, the collar tugged all the way up for him to hide the lower half of his face behind.

It doesn’t stop you from pressing a kiss over where you know his mouth is.

“Come on,” you grin, waiting for him to lock up his studio. He falls into step beside you, grudgingly throwing a hand around your shoulders. You beam up at him, leaning onto your toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll make you cry at my place,” you promise, relishing in the dark flush that floods the apples of his cheeks.

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Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann) | Chapter 5 | I bet you look so pretty when you beg.

A/N: This will update every Thursday.  There are 13 chapters.  There are all sorts of kinds of D/s relationships.  This is the one I choose to write this time.  

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship.  When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian.  Which is the one thing he never knew he needed.  Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship.  But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter:  Sophie and Vivian bond over shopping and Tom and Vivian finally have sex.  But not before a little denial.  

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

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Vivian tossed on a pair of jeans and a blouse for lunch at Tom’s and then shopping with Sophie. She read and reread Tom’s essay that night. She may have even teared up a bit. Not that she would admit that to Tom just yet. Vivian eschewed heels that day, opting for a driving mocassin.

She texted Tom when she was already halfway to his house, knowing he was already pacing the length of his living room. His nervous energy reminded her of an overexcited puppy. So sweet and endearing. And that smile, that damn smile, melted Vivian’s heart in a way she never felt before.

“Come in.” Tom opened the door wide with a smile.

Tom wore a pair of beat up shorts, t-shirt and trainers. Vivian could see his abs through the thin fabric. She wanted nothing more than to rip off that shirt and lick them. But there was much to discuss. She grabbed the back of his head and kissed him, tongues exploring. They parted.

“God, I love kissing you, sunshine.” she commented, licking her lips.

“I love kissing you, too, ma’am.” Tom whispered back. He hoped for more, but Vivian stepped into the kitchen and sat down, gesturing for Tom to sit next to her. He sat, hands folded in front of him.

“So…” he started.

Vivian slid a folded piece of paper over towards Tom. He unfolded it. It was his essay. Vivian had underlined and circled portions of his writing.

“My essay?”

“Did you mean it?”

“Every word, ma’am.” Tom responded. He stared at her.

“You realize what you are wanting? You realize what it would mean?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom exhaled. “I have thought about it long before I even met you. To be honest, I think I have subconsciously been seeking this out in my relationships. Seeking out strong and independent women. And it ended in disaster. I think they assumed I would take control, ‘be the man’, make the decisions. I make decisions all day at my job. I play the role of the one in control. But what I want, what I need is surrender. To be strong by giving my control away. To trust someone with my heart and my life.”

“On a daily basis? To give total control to me? It’s okay if you don’t, we can play, keep things casual. It’s not unusual for submissive men to think they want this and then get intimidated or scared.”

“I won’t know if I don’t try. But what I can say is that I have never felt as happy and comfortable than I am with you.” Tom smirked. “Tied up to your bed in my underwear. Give me the chance.”

Vivian chewed on her lip. Tom never looked more like a puppy than he did in that moment. His short golden hair rumpled as though he had run his hands through it waiting for her. His blue eyes wide, hopeful, and on the precipice of spilling tears.

“You know you won’t always get what you want?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That I will say no to you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And you need to do as I say?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

Vivian smiled and pulled Tom over to her lap, smoothing his hair. He nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the scent of woodsy perfume. “Then we will do this, sunshine. If at any point you want to stop, tell me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he muttered into her neck, his breath hot on the skin.

She lifted his head and kissed him tenderly. “Good boy.” She cupped his face. “My beautiful good boy.”

Tom glowed.

They stood and Vivian pulled out an envelope and handed it to Tom. It contained a list of various kinks and sexual acts with boxes for Tom to mark “yes”, “soft no” and “hard no.” “Fill this out and give it back to me today after I return from shopping.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“We will continue with the 9 p.m. phone call. I am busy this week so I won’t be able to meet until the weekend.”

Tom nodded, disappointed but understanding. He had a few meetings himself. “Yes, ma’am.” He fidgeted in his seat.

“The next time we get together, we will have sex.” She reached out to stroke Tom’s arm. He shivered. “Until then, no more masturbating.”

“Yes… what?” Tom’s brow furrowed.

She smirked. “No jerking off, no orgasms, no touching yourself, sunshine.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shuffled his feet. That was going to be a difficult task to accomplish.

“And you are to take a photo of your cock, either in your underwear or pajamas in the morning, and send it to me.”

Tom’s mouth dropped open. His cheeks reddened. He stared at the floor. “Yes… yes ma’am.” he stuttered.

Vivian pulled him into a sweet kiss, her hand petting the back of his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed, sunshine. These photos will never see the light of day and I will delete them after I view them.”

He exhaled sharply. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Now let’s eat.”

Tom rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the salad and sandwiches he made earlier from the fridge. He set them down on the table and then returned with a glass of water for both of them. Tom sat and waited for Vivian to eat before taking a bite.

“Did you make the sandwich?” She asked.

Tom finished chewing before answering. “Yes, ma’am.”

“It’s delicious. Perfect lunch for a warm day. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Can I ask a question?”

“Of course.” Vivian smiled.

Tom chewed on his lip. “Do you think I am ‘less of a man’ for wanting this?”

“Quite the contrary, sunshine. I find it strong, not to mention sexy that you are willing to give power to me. Your masculinity is not contingent on being in charge, on being the boss of the relationship. It is about mutual trust and respect.” Tom nodded but said nothing. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You have been in several high profile relationships or rumoured relationships. And you have commented more than once that they ended in disaster. What happened?”

“That’s not just a question, but the question. I guess what happened was the same thing that happened in all failed relationships. We wanted different things.”

“What did they want?”

“They wanted the guy on the screen. The Jonathan Pine, the Loki. The man who shoves you against a wall and fucks you senseless. The man who pushes her to her knees and has her suck my cock. The one who calls the shots. The alpha male. It’s exhausting. Eventually there would be friction and then argument. I could never articulate properly what I wanted. And then they left. Sometimes loudly, sometimes with an apology. But they left.” Tom sniffled.

She caressed his cheek. “They didn’t deserve you, sunshine.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” He sniffed again and then cleared the plate. He checked the time. “I am due at Benedict’s.”

“Drive me, please. I am meeting Sophie there.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Tom gathered his keys, wallet and phone and led Vivian to his car. He opened her door before getting in himself. She scratched the nape of his neck. “Have I told you what a perfect gentleman you are?”

“No, ma’am.”

“You are. So polite and kind and generous. I can’t wait to make you beg for me to let you come.”

Tom jerked the car forward. “Yes, ma’am.”

She twirled his hair between her fingers, she noticed Tom’s shorts tenting. Vivian waited for the stoplight before continuing. “I bet you look so pretty when you beg. My pretty little sunshine.”

Beads of sweat popped out on Tom’s temples. “Yes. ma’am.” He didn’t know how else to respond. All the blood was rushing somewhere other than his brain.

“I guess we will see.” she mused before squeezing the back of his neck and then fiddling with the radio.

It took the rest of the drive for Tom to get his body back under control. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he rounded around the car to open Vivian’s door. Vivian knocked on the door, her hand on the small of Tom’s back. Sophie answered.

“You two came together!” She pulled Vivian into a hug. “And you are at a reasonable height!”

Vivian laughed. “I wore my shopping shoes.” She wiggled her feet.

“Smart woman.” Benedict poked his head around Sophie. She turned and kissed his cheek and rubbed his shoulder. “And the two of you are actually going to tear down that shed and not sit around and drink beer?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Benedict teased. She rubbed his shoulder. Tom stiffened at Ben’s words, but Vivian rubbed his neck and he relaxed.

“Have a good time, darling.” She kissed Tom’s cheek. “Sophie, shall we?”

The two women linked arms and stepped out. Tom’s eyes lingered on Vivian as she and Sophie laughed.

“Should I be worried, mate?” He asked Benedict, who handed him a hammer.

“Two strong independent women, one of whom knows several secrets about both of us? Yes, you should.”

Tom paled.

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“You should buy it.” Vivian urged Sophie, who was holding up a gorgeous dress.

“But where would I wear it?”

“Red carpet. A gala. Around the house. Who cares?”

“Around the house?”

Vivian smirked. “Are you saying that your husband wouldn’t want to see you in that dress?”

Sophie eyed the short hemline and low neckline. “Good point, but…”

“If you don’t buy it, I will.” Vivian grabbed for the dress, but Sophie snatched it back.

“Find your own dress!” she giggled.

“Not a problem.” Vivian held up her other arm, ladened with clothes.

Vivian laughed more in the few hours with Sophie than she had in a long time. She had few female friends outside of Ashley, who was busy in starting up her own small boutique firm. Sophie was a delight, sharing stories about Tom and Benedict.

“Did he really streak into the pool?” Vivian asked.

Sophie nodded her head. “Both of them. Although I am certain copious amounts of alcohol bolstered their boldness. You have a bit of an exhibitionist on your hands.”

Vivian blushed. “I can’t say I blame him. Which reminds me…”

She wandered over to the men’s section of the store. Vivian selected a couple of t-shirts for Tom, in shades of blue and maroon. The cotton brushed and soft against her skin and the vee of the neckline cut deep. She also picked up a few pairs of black boxer briefs with bright contrasting elastic bands on the inside. They weren’t Calvin Klein, but Vivian was certain Tom would be delicious in them.

“Already buying Tom’s clothes? The two of you are progressing quickly.”

Vivian smiled, not wanting to betray Tom’s privacy, not even to Sophie. “He mentioned needing some new things. I thought I would help him out.” She shrugged. Not a complete lie. After all, she had made Tom throw out some portion of his underwear.

“Those are cute. I’m grabbing a pair for Ben.” Sophie snagged the underwear.

After they gave the boys enough time to tear down the shed, accounting for the time they would take talking and standing about. They found the two of them sitting on the couch, looking quite pleased with themselves, drinking a beer.

Vivian settled onto Tom’s lap while Sophie sat on the arm next to Ben. She wiggled her ass against Tom’s crotch and he shifted underneath her, pulling her tight against him, nuzzling into her neck. She grabbed the beer from his hand.

“No alcohol for you.” She took a sip. “You are driving.”

“Yes, darling.”

Sophie sighed and smacked Ben’s arm. “Why can’t you be romantic like that?”

“Because I’m married.” Benedict joked.

Sophie threw daggers with her eyes. Benedict grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down. “Ah!!” she screamed as Tom and Vivian giggled.

“How is this for romantic?” Benedict kissed her dramatically.

Sophie righted herself. “Sorry you two had to see that.” She playfully elbowed Benedict. “Sometimes he needs to know who’s the boss.”

“No apologies.” Vivian continued to rub Tom’s neck. “Sometimes you just need to establish your dominance.”

“You’re not going to back me up, mate?” Ben yelled, looking to Tom for support

.

“It’s okay, sunshine.” Vivian whispered so only Tom could hear, before kissing behind his ear.

“Of course, Ben.” Tom straightened up. “I think… all relationships should be based on mutual respect and trust.” His face breaking out into a smug grin.

“Good answer.” Vivian praised, smoothing down his hair.

“I agree.” Sophie piped in.

“Boo.” Benedict pouted with a smile.

“Would you two like to stay for dinner?” Sophie offered.

Tom looked to Vivian to answer. “I have a big week at work, unfortunately, so I must be headed home.” she stated. “Another time, though?”

Sophie and Ben nodded. Vivian stood and Tom tugged at his shorts to hide any potential arousal. “I’ll drive you home, darling.”

“Thank you.”

Vivian gathered up her bags, and they said goodbyes, Sophie promising to text Vivian later in the week. Tom drove away.

“That went well.” Vivian hummed. Tom didn’t say anything. “You did so well.”

The praise softened his mood. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure how to…”

“You did beautifully, my sunshine.” She ruffled his hair. “I will never embarrass you in front of others. Unless you ask me to.” Vivian wiggled her eyebrows.

“Thank you.” He smiled at her.

Tom walked Vivian all the way to her front door. She pulled him in for a kiss, dropping her bags on the floor to grab his ass, pinching lightly. Tom jumped.

“You do have a beautiful ass.” she purred, pulling away and grabbing one of the bags. “Here. For you.” She placed it into Tom’s hands.

“You bought me something?” His eyes wide with surprise. He pulled out some shirts and underwear. “You bought me underwear?!”

She ran her hand up his thigh before swatting his ass. “I expect to see those in my photo tomorrow morning, sunshine.” She kissed his cheek. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

-

Tom woke up in the morning on Monday, painfully hard. He touched the tip of his cock through his underwear, wishing he could jerk off. Tom grabbed his phone and snapped a photo so he could hop into a cold shower. Once he stepped out of the shower, he found Vivian’s text.

Oh my, sunshine. That looks painful. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.

Tom groaned and dug his nails into his thigh. It was going to be a long week.

-

Vivian enjoyed herself a bit too much that week, teasing Tom. But Thursday, Tom’s cock was leaking cum, soaking through his underwear. Vivian would text Tom each time praising him for sending the photo and then letting him know how much she was looking forward to fucking him. And indeed she was. So much so that she moved it up from Saturday to Friday.

She texted him early that morning even before he woke and sent his daily picture.

6 p.m. my place. Wear one of your new shirts and boxer briefs. Bring condoms and a change of clothes. You’re spending the night.

Tom snapped his photo and sent it before seeing Vivian’s text. He fisted the sheets as he read. He rolled onto his stomach, biting his pillow. The pressure of the mattress was comforting on his erection. He rolled his hips and felt some relief. He repeated the action three more times before stopping, not trusting himself to not cum.

The day was blurry and fuzzy on the edges for Tom. He could not concentrate on much more than the TV running in the background. While Vivian plowed through her to-do list at work, reaching a settlement for one of the firm’s biggest clients. She gave herself the rest of the afternoon off. Vivian hurried home to prepare.

She chilled a bottle of white wine in the fridge and pulled two glasses onto the counter. She grabbed a few bottles of water and some chocolate bars and granola bars to place on the nightstand before pulling out just the wrist cuffs. The bed linens were crisp white, and the straps prepared. She slipped into a simple black bra and panties before slipping on a dress, no shoes. Fifteen minutes before six and five minutes before Vivian expected Tom, she poured two glasses of wine, sipping from one. As predicted, five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

“Sunshine.” she sighed as she opened the door.

Tom’s pupils were already large, and he fidgeted. He carried a small leather bag containing his clothes.

She pulled him into a deep kiss. Tom moaned against her mouth as she tugged on his hair.

“Put your bag in the bedroom. Condoms on the nightstand, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He hustled off to the bedroom while she grabbed the wrist cuffs with one finger.

Tom returned and his eyes went straight to the cuffs. He held out his wrists without having to be asked. “Good boy, sunshine.” She buckled them on. “Are they too tight?”

Tom twisted his wrists to test them out. “No, ma’am.”

She kissed his lips lightly and pressed her body against his, his cock already hard. “Some ground rules. No cumming until I say so. No touching my breasts or cunt until I tell you. If you need to stop, use your safe word.”

Tom nodded, licking his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

She pulled him into the bedroom. “Strip.” Tom frantically pulled off his shirt and pants, folding them neatly. Vivian gestured to a chair, and he placed them there. “Underwear too, sunshine.”

Tom pulled them off and placed them on the chair with the rest of his clothes.

“Hands behind your head. Stand tall, my beautiful sunshine boy.” Tom complied, pulling himself to his full height, chest puffed out.

His cock bobbed as he rocked on his heels. Vivian stood behind him and ran her hands from his shoulders down his back to cup his ass and gave one cheek a playful slap. As she walked her way around him, she grabbed the back of his head and jerked him into a kiss. Tom’s hands waved in the air, not knowing what to do.

“Touch my breasts.”

Tom squeezed, moaning into Vivian’s mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”

She bit down on his lower lip before kissing his neck, sucking hard, leaving a mark.

“Kneel, my sunshine.” Tom lowered to the floor. His head pressed against her legs. She petted the top of his head. “Take off my panties, please.”

Tom’s hands slipped under her dress, finding the waist, and pulled them down Vivian’s legs. She stepped out of them and walked to the end of the bed, sitting down, legs splayed wide. She hooked her finger towards Tom.

“Come here.” He started to stand. “On your knees.”

Tom groaned and walked over on his knees, settling between her legs. His hands hung at his side. Vivian balanced her heels on the frame. “I like how you look between my legs. Use your mouth. Taste me. Make me come.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His excitement was palpable. He reached for her legs. She stopped him with her foot on his forehead.

“No hands.” She pushed her legs wider. Tom hummed as devoured Vivian’s thighs, leaving sloppy open mouth kisses as he traveled up. His nose nudged along her folds. She moaned.

“That’s it, sunshine.” He moved his lips down to her other thigh. Vivian whimpered. “Tease.”

“It will be worth it, ma’am.”

“It better be.”

Tom peeked up and smiled. He licked with the flat of his tongue before swirling it around her clit. Vivian grabbed the back of his head and yanked him forward. “Yes!” she hissed.

Tom continued to suck and lick at her, his cock dripping and hard against his thigh. Vivian’s hand tight like a vise in his hair, yanking his head where she wanted. Tom’s tongue darted inside her entrance, collecting every drop of her arousal, savoring it. When Vivian came, she screamed out, her head falling back, and she pulled hard on Tom’s hair. A shot of pain ran through his scalp. He moaned into her, continuing to lick and slurp. As she came down, Vivian pulled Tom away. His eyes glassy, pupils lust blown. His lips swollen and red, her arousal glistening on him.

“It was worth it, sunshine.”

“yes, ma’am.” Tom remained on his knees, his voice low.

“On the bed on your back, arms out.” She stood and allowed him to crawl into the bed, unable to resist smacking his ass.

“Ow.” he complained as he lied down. Vivian quickly hooked him into the restraints.

“Nice and tight, sunshine? I don’t want you running away.” she play pouted. Tom made a show of flexing and tugging until Vivian ran her nail along his shaft and he let loose a ragged gasp, his hips bucking into her touch. Vivian clicked her tongue. “If you can’t be a good boy, I’ll restrain your legs.”

Tom lowered his legs. “I’ll be good, ma’am. I promise.” he pleaded. “Please, I’ll be good.”

Vivian grabbed the box of condoms and pulled one out. She unwrapped it and rolled it down Tom’s cock. He fought against the restraints at her touch. She climbed back on the bed and Tom’s posture relaxed. Vivian straddled his hips, his cock twitched underneath her. She rocked against the tip, Tom jerked against the restraints and pressed his feet into the mattress. She leaned forward to press her breasts against him. Her hazel eyes staring into Tom’s soul. He whimpered and whined.

“I am going to ride you, sunshine. You are going to tell me when you get close to cumming. You are not to cum without my permission.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom nodded. “Please ride me, please.”

She lightly slapped his cheek, Tom groaned. “That’s a good boy.”

Vivian lowered herself onto his cock. He was larger than her previous partners, stretching her walls. She moaned and hissed. Tom’s chest heaved underneath her hand, breaths short and shallow as he struggled to control his release.

“Oh, sunshine. Your cock may be my new favorite part of you.” She rocked up and down on him.

“Please, please. Please.” Tom begged. Her walls tight around him. “I need to—”

“It’s not about you.” Vivian stopped. Tom growled. “It’s about me. And I want to ride you until I come on your cock and then, if you are a good boy, I might let you come.”

“Yes, ma’am. Please ma’am.” he breathed.

Vivian resumed twisting and rocking her hips. Tom’s cock hit all the right spots inside of her and soon she was ready to orgasm. Tom’s face was twisted in pain and exertion. He wanted to please and impress you so much.

“I’m close, sunshine. Are you close?”

“Yes… ma’am….” he gasped.

Vivian thrusted hard down on Tom’s cock and she rubbed her clit and came with a guttural moan. As her walls fluttered and warmth washed over her.

“Come for me, my boy. Come.”

Tom bucked his hips twice and yelled as he came. His vision turned black and then white as he came. Vivian squeezed around him. Tom collapsed underneath her, completely spent, the denial of the week having the desired effect of intensifying his orgasm. His face plastered with a smile, sweat glistening his skin. Tom’s eyes fluttered open and closed.

“Tom?” Vivian asked, soft and sweet. She rolled off of him and undid the restraints and then the cuffs, kissing his wrists. “Sunshine?”

“Hmmm…” Tom hummed. She rubbed his neck.

“Tom… are you okay?”

“Yes, ma’am….” His voice trailed off, dreamy. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. Sit up, sunshine.”

Tom sat up with a groan. Vivian handed him a water bottle and snack. “Here.”

Tom blinked and took a swig of water and a bit of chocolate. “Thank you, ma’am. That was incredible. I’ve never….”

She smoothed down his hair and kissed him soft. “You did beautifully, sunshine.”

His head snapped her. “Are you pleased, ma’am? Satisfied? I can… I can…”

“Shhh…” She kissed him again. “I am very pleased. No complaints. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Tom unrolled the condom and discarded it in the garbage can in the room. He grabbed his leather bag.

“You won’t need that. Put it down, please.”

Tom dropped the bag. “But I… ma’am?”

“Come with me.” Vivian walked to the bathroom. “Shower or bath?”

Tom’s eyes darted between the tub and the glass shower enclosure. “Shower, ma’am.”

She flicked on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up. “If you are cold, you can put on your robe.” Vivian gestured at a hook. Tom’s eyes widened at the obscenely short blue satin robe.

“That’s for me, ma’am? It’s awfully short.” Tom’s hands fidgeted in front of him.

“I know the perfect way to show off that perfect ass.” Vivian grinned as she playfully smacked his ass before pulling him into the shower and a deep passionate kiss.

[drakewalkerfantasy]

The Last Goodbye (Tatum x F!MC)

Summary: The second goodbye of two friends doesn’t hurt any less. The first goodbye of two lovers does hurt even more. The issue is he doesn’t want to leave, and she doesn’t want him to leave either. But will they admit it to each other? Or will they pretend that it’s okay and that he must to follow his dreams even though it hurts them both as hell.

Words: 2944

Rating: PG

Warning: a lot of heartache / memory of death / loss

Authors notes: Dear anon, thank you so much for the request. I really hope you will enjoy this. I’m not particularly happy how I wrote Tatum’s POV, but I just couldn’t think of anything else even after multiple times rereading this. Sorry if this is not what you expected.

A/N 2: Please let me know if still want to be tagged and what I can improve, I really want to improve my writing and make it even better. Also sorry for all the mistakes in my writing I hope at least it readable (couldn’t ask my husband to proofread)

Tatum stood outside Claire’s door listening to the person on another side of the phone call he just received. His heart thumped rapidly, while the words finally sank in, echoing in his head with persistent consistency. He never thought that these words, the words he wanted to hear for months now will become a burden and he will need to deal with the consequences of his earlier rush decision. The one he made even before he saw Claire... before his old, buried feelings resurfaced with a new-founded strength... before their first kiss and the last... and before he knew that she is in danger not only from some paparazzi, but in actual danger and all he could think of now was that he needed to protect her at all cost. Not to run to another part of the planet like a coward far away from her, but to stay by her side like a man.

Distantly, he could still hear Winston speaking. Heard him vaguely, describing the opportunity he will get with the transfer, but all he could think was Claire and the taste of her lips. The unforgettable taste of the peach lemonade on a summer's day. And all he could wish for was to stay only to keep her safe.

“...Are you taking me off Claire’s security detail?” Tatum finally managed to squeeze through the overexcited chattering of Winston. “No, sir. That’s... I mean...,” tried to say Tatum, but Winston interrupted him every time when he tried to say more than a couple of words. God... thought Tatum closing his eyes in irritation. This guy speaks even faster than Claire, and I thought she is a chatty one. The small momentary smile appeared on his face before quickly disappearing, when he thought of the girl he didn't want to say goodbye to... The memory of their last goodbye flashes in front of his eyes, drowning out the chatter for a while.

He steps closer to her. Her hands in his, his head bent down and he presses his lips just to the corner of her's, lingering there for a moment longer. And he knows that it’s goodbye. Wanting to be brave enough and kiss her fully. But knowing that if he would do that they both would pay the price and he wasn’t brave enough to risk her happiness. He used it all just to come here... he risked it all just to see her for the last time. So instead he hugs her firmly as if he knows that he will never come back..

The red lilies still in his hand waiting to be laid on his mother’s grave. The white roses placed on the grave of Claire’s dad. And his hands wrapped tightly around her waist, watching at two graves next to them. Two lives that were lost and he has no illusions that this will be any different. Her face is buried in the crook of his neck, feeling how she crumbled in his arms, and her body shook with tears. Wishing to be brave enough to stay. Wishing to keep the promise, he never made.

“That’s great. Thank you,” said Tatum absentmindedly pulled back from the memory, knowing that there is no point to argue. Hoping that Claire will be able to change their mind, if she will want him to stay... that’s it... thought Tatum, if she would want him to stay. 

He sighed, pressing his forehead to the wooden door before softly tapping at it and entering her bedroom with a heavy heart, feeling as if it would break in half from a single sight of Claire. So instead he lowers his gaze at the floor, not able to meet hers, knowing that she would see straight through his stoic facade in a matter of seconds.

“Come to say goodbye?” said Claire, and he could hear the hurt and pain in her voice, that she desperately tried to hide, but it was so evident in her eyes that he couldn’t miss it, when he looked up.

“How did you...?” asked Tatum, the shock clearly written on his face, while his heart skipped a beat.

“If you don't want me to hear your private phone calls, don’t take them right outside,” Claire said, averting his piercing gaze.

“It wasn’t private. I had no idea Winston was planning a reassignment for me,” confessed Tatum. It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t a truth, at least not the whole one. He should have told her before, should have confessed how desperately, the first two weeks, he wanted to go back. He hated it here at first, but then... but then that damn almost a kiss, the slightest press of her lips to the corner of his, after he walked her back to the State Dinner at Dionne’s Estate, and he knew that he was a goner. And he also knew that the look of pain, and loss, and fear would have broken him. The fear he saw before, five years ago. The fear of losing him as she did her father... the same as he did his mom.

“Do you think someone found out about us?” The question breaks through his thoughts making him snap to reality.

“As far as I’m aware, no one knows,” said he, musing if that is why they were sending him away, but quickly shaking this thought off. She doesn’t know about the reassignment request, reminds he himself. And he knows despite everything that he deserved the promotion. The issue is... he doesn’t want it anymore. The silence hangs between them, after he finally speaks, confessing that he requested it a month ago, and it hurt as hell, when he looked into her eyes, the moment after confession.

“Are you that unhappy as my head of security?” asked Claire, the hurt in her eyes deepens even more, making them look like pools of dark chocolate with shots of aged intoxicating whiskey.

“I’m not unhappy, Claire. I filed that request back when I was first assigned here, back when all I could think about was returning to the military career I’d worked so hard for.” sighed Tatum, wondering when was the exact moment when his dreams have changed, when the young boy finally grew up leaving behind his dream. Wondering when he realised that this is exactly the place where he wants to be. His eyes meeting Claire’s looking how realisation downs on her and her eyes softens, becoming a tiny shade lighter than they were before, but her words aren’t what he expected to hear and they are a complete opposite from what he wanted to say.

“And this is your chance to do that. To follow in your mom’s footsteps...,” she murmured stepping closer to him. Her eyes locked with his, mesmerising him, captivating, and he wants to scream... to tell her that this is not what he wants... not what he wishes for. At least not anymore... not after he walked into her life again. Not after she stormed into his, attacking him with the damn crown, making him pin her to the ground losing himself into her deep chocolate eyes. But he cannot say a word. His head bends slightly giving her a nod, as if admitting the lie she just said. Not a lie... but the truth, that just stopped to be it, unbeknown to her.

And instead of refuting her words, he just confirms what she feared. “They’re offering me a promotion. A big one. I didn’t expect it.”

“I guess people just don’t say ‘no’ to that sorta thing, huh?” she said. Her voice slightly cracked, but she smiled anyway even though he could catch the glimpses of glistening tears welling at the corners of her eyes, while she looked to the ground. Making him feel all the pain and all the loss she felt.

“Just a month ago this news would’ve meant everything to me. But now...”

“Now?” asked Claire. Her eyes met his, and he could swear that he could hear how her breath hitched from the intensity of his gaze and from the hope he wasn’t ready to give her.

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you,” after a moment of silence admitted Tatum, knowing that here was no way he could hide it from her.

He could feel how his heart ached looking at Claire across the room, too far away and not too far enough to miss how her body stiffened. Knowing that she wanted to cross the room and to kiss him hard... fiercely. The same way he wanted to kiss her.

His gaze dropping to her mouth, noting how her teeth dig into her bottom lip, not missing the slightest shake in its curve, but in the midst of this, missing the most important message her eyes send him... that just like him not wanting to leave her, she didn’t want him to leave either. Both restraining themselves from saying what they really wanted.

“You should go. I want you to go,” whispered Claire in a barely audible whisper, and he could swear that he felt how his heart broke and the sound of shattering pieces deafened him with pain. She wants him to go, he thought. His fists clenching, and despite how badly it hurted he still forced himself to smile softly and to ask her the next question, as no matter what, he still cares for her deeply.

“What about you?”

“The rest of the security team will keep me safe,” she shrugged, stepping a bit closer, slowly closing the distance between them.

“CoCo...,” he muttered, also taking a step in her direction, their gazes locked, not able to look away, while he continued to speak. “I hate the thought of letting you down,” he tries again, hoping that she will ask him to stay, that she wants him to stay. Hurting so much, that he misses another glimpse of pain flashing in her eyes covered by determination just a split second later.

“You’ll only let me down if you abandon your dream career for me,” said Claire, taking another step closer.

“So... you’re saying I should go?” whispered he, another step closer to her.

“Yes. You should be keeping thousands of people safe, not just one... me,” whispered Claire. Her eyes stinging with tears, but she blinked them away. Her gaze holds his, while he finally takes a deep breath and nods, as if admitting defeat.

“Then this really is goodbye,” said Tatum, taking the last step closer to her. His heart thumping loudly, and his fingertips brushing against hers.

“Right now?” blurted Claire, and he could feel how her hands started to shake against his, just slightly, but enough for him to feel it.

“The reassignment is effective immediately. Winston’s already sent someone to cover my shift,” admitted Tatum, the pain aching in him. And he would want to look away, but he cannot force himself to do that. His eyes locked with hers, feeling enchanted by her, mesmerised. Feeling that he cannot resist her anymore... needing to kiss her for the last time.

Their hearts heavy, taking that last tiny step toward each other. Trying not to imagine anyone else standing guard outside Claire’s door... not wanting to imagine anyone else.

Feeling how his breath hitches, when Claire put her hands on his shoulder, drawing him into a kiss. He doesn’t resist, his arms circling her tightly as if holding for the dear life, not wanting to let her go.

And he kisses her softly despite the firmness of his grip. His lips flutter against Claire’s, and he pauses, raising a hand to stroke her cheek, the three little words ready to leave his lips, but he pushes them back, knowing that they would hurt them both even more.

“Just... don’t forget me,” said Claire. Her voice came rough and raw... and desperate. And he fears that she will ask him something else he cannot give her or promise, but she doesn't.

“Never did, never will,” whispered Tatum against her lips. His voice like a gentle caresses to her shredded soul... like a soft whisper of meadows on a windy day. His way to say I love you, when the words are failing him.

And he kisses her with all the passion of a man who knows he’ll never see her again. His tongue sliding against hers, trying to memorise every single thing about her. Her taste, her scent, her touch. Kissing her fierce and sloppy, hard and rough. The way it would hurt and bruise her soft lips. The way it will make her remember him and never forget. The selfish kiss of a man who dies. The last kiss of the man who lives. And he could feel the taste of salt blossoming across their tongues, the mix of his and hers. Not able to tell for certain which of them shed the first tear.

Claire’s arms wrap around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair, while he squeezes her lower back desperately, pressing her body as close as possible.

Finally, he pulls away, trailing his hands along her sides as he reluctantly releases her. Trying to memorise her every curve. To remember her every dip. His heart aching knowing that this is goodbye. Not knowing if he would ever come back or will he be brought in a metal casket with honours... but it isn’t a death he is afraid of... oh no... the fear that he has... the one that he desperately tried to push back from the moment he got off his phone call was the fear that something will happen with her and he wouldn’t be here to protect her. The same way as he wasn’t there during her first attack near the lake.

Finally Tatum takes a step back. His stoic expression belying the sadness Claire sees in his eyes. The sadness and fear, but in the midst of this she still misses the most important message in his eyes: he doesn’t want to leave her...

“Well... I guess I should be going. Paperwork to file and all that,” finally said Tatum with a sigh, reluctantly walking to the door, when he turns to her for the last time, watching how the last drop of tear falling from her eyelashes.

“Yeah. I’ll... see you around,” finally whispered Claire.

He opens his mouth to respond... wanting to tell her that it's unlikely, but he closes it before resolutely walking out of her room without another glance... knowing that if he will look back, he may never leave. His heart aching, and his pulse thumping loudly.

And he does not look back as the sight of her standing like that is achingly familiar and he knows that the single look at her will hurt as nothing else did. He saw her like that, all these five years ago. Him walking away, while she stood at his mother’s grave, looking at him with the teary smile, watching him to walk away from her life as he was doing now. Hoping against the hope that he will be lucky again. Her hands wrapped around her waist, wishing it didn't hurt so much this time. But it did hurt the hell even more.

The next day, it didn’t hurt any less. His every movement was followed by the memory of her tears and the pain he saw in her eyes the second before turning to leave her bedroom. So opposite of the picture of her hidden in the depth of his duffel bag, the one that will accompany him wherever he will be sent. The chocolate eyes with the wrinkles of laugh around them and the teasing smile forever captured on the white paper, so opposite from tears and pain in her eyes that will be ached in his memory.

He numbly took his duffel bag checking his carefully hidden treasure before walking to meet with his commanding officer in Dean’s office. His thoughts solely on Claire, while he listened to his orders. The tears in her eyes and the shake in her fingers. The way she looked at him. And the way she kissed him, while he kissed her in return. The soft caresses of their lips before turning into inferno.

He hoped, while on his way to Vancross's private airport, that when the reality will settle down it will hurt a little bit less and that he will be okay... that she will be okay. But it still hurt the same. And he knew that no matter how long time will pass it still will hurt the same, no less… probably even more.

His heart thumping loudly, singing a sad melody, while the image of her following his every move throughout the airport. Her eyes, the colour of the warm coffee and childhood memories. Her soft lips, that always taste like a peach lemonade on a hot summer day. Her smile, the one that warms him every time, whenever it reaches her eyes. And her voice, the telltale melody of her emotions storming inside of her. The one way of telling how she really feels. And the one that he can hear even now calling for him, with the notes of panic and hope colouring it.

His steps falter just slightly, while he walks to the gate, reliving the events of the past month. Their first meeting and their goodbye... their first kiss and their last... their scandal and their escape. And the way she didn’t wanted him to get hurt, same way as he would do anything to keep her safe.

He shakes his head, when he hears her again calling for him in desperation, piercing through his fogged mind, reaching out for him. And he is almost sure that he hears things, until he hears his name called for a third time.

“Tatum wait!” He hears, and he stops dead, slowly turning to face Claire.

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[et-lesailes]

hot young neighbor

pairing: andy barber x reader

word count: 2233

summary: you’re not expecting such a sexy next door neighbor upon moving into your new home. you already know you want to make a move, but he seems to do it first when he invites you over for dinner.

themes: smut, age gap, oral sex

taglist: @evanstush, @tanyam93, @bval-1, @wonderwinchester, @patzammit, @rohaintahquil, @deidrashouseofpain, @sammyslonglostshoe, @jadedhillon, @bohemian-barbie, @whysparker, @sebastian-i-stan, @sebabestianstan101, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox, @heyiamthatbitch, @cptn-sgrogers, @heyyouwiththeassbutt, @bangtan-serendipity, @troublermalik, @beardburnsupersoldiers, @bookish-shristi, @kind-sober-fullydressed,  @gingerninjaprincess16, @straightforwardly,  @denisemarieangelina,  @frencchfries, @xlanawriter, @littlemoistcarrot, @pottxrwolff, @arianatheangelworld, @ifuseekamyevans, @southerngracela, @nsfwsebbie, @rororo06, @savemesteeb, @raveviolet, @inactivewhore, @hurricanerin, @captainamerica-is-bae, @shaddixlife, @tessa-bl, @marvelouspottering, @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc, @thegetawaywriter, @dwights-new-plague, @rynabarnesrogers, @fckdeusername, @doloreschanal, @ssworldofsw

notes: sorry, this was supposed to be posted earlier but my laptop was getting fixed! hope you guys enjoy!

You’re going for a run in your new neighborhood when you see him.

You had just moved in a few days ago, and while you had already gotten to introduce yourselves to a lot of your neighbors, he’s the one you’re most interested in, and haven’t gotten a chance to talk to yet, either. He lives in the house right next door, and you sometimes see him from your window when he’s pulling up in his driveway or on the lawn throwing a football with whom you assume to be his son. You have yet to see a woman around, though, which pleases you.

He’s hot. Sexy, really, you’ve never seen someone as attractive as him. While casually digging for dirt when talking to the other neighbors, you only know his name and his occupation, but nothing about his love life. 

You glance down at yourself, happy that you’ve chosen your cuter workout apparel consisting of a sports bra and matching leggings. Coming to a stop in front of his house, you call out just as he’s about to open his front door, his arm carrying what appears to be takeout. 

“Hey! Sorry to bother ya, I just wanted to introduce myself- I just moved in next door.”

He turns around and although it’s quick, you notice his blue eyes take in your appearance. Your entire appearance. Just what you wanted. A charming but genuine smile crosses his lips, nearly making you swoon. “Oh, hey there! Sorry, I’ve been meaning to come by to say hi. Work’s been crazy this week, though, hence-” he pauses to nod towards the bag, “- Chinese for dinner tonight, no time to cook.” He sets the bag down by the door, though, coming over to you and extending his hand. “I’m Andy.”

Now it’s your turn to eye the perfectly form fitting outfit he’s wearing, that coat, the button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the tie, the dress pants. “You must work somewhere fancy, huh?” you tease (even though you already know). Shaking his hand, you reply, “Y/N. Nice to finally meet you!” 

He laughs, and the mere noise in itself is arousing. It’s so warm and deep, you want to hear more of it. “I’m an assistant district attorney. And it’s very nice to meet you, too.” You swear you catch a bit of an emphasis on that “very”, and you smile up at him biting your lip. “I’ll let you get back to dinner, I’m sure your family must be waiting.”

“Actually,” he sighs, looking back towards the door before looking at you, “it’s just me tonight. My son, Jacob- he’s at his mom’s place for the weekend.” He suddenly tilts his head. “Would you wanna join me, actually? I got way too much food, to be honest. Got a little overexcited when I was looking at that menu.”

You can’t believe how lucky you are- sure, you wanted to get to know your incredibly cute neighbor, but you never thought it would happen so fast and so smoothly. “Really? You’re sure? Because that sounds great.” You smile, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I still have, like, no food at home. I’ll just go take a quick shower first, I’m kinda gross and sweaty right now.” You laugh, and he chuckles too. “Gross? No way. But yeah, sure, come on over whenever you’re ready- I’ll leave the door unlocked.” He gives you a smile and you return it, trying not to look as eager as you are as you turn back to your house to get ready. 

Dinner with Andy is amazing. The two of you sit at his dining table and talk the night away, chatting about everything under the sun. He’s a perfect gentleman, always offering a drink the second yours is finished, urging you to eat more, and not even taking any phone calls while he’s in the middle of conversation with you. After eating, the two of you decide to watch a movie together- it’s Friday night, after all, neither of you have anywhere to be the next morning.

You’re walking to the living room when you notice a family photo on the credenza. “Is this Jacob? And your… ex wife?” you question, picking it up and observing it with interest. “It’s a really cute photo.” He looks over and nods, barely smiling though shrugging slightly. “Yeah. It was taken kinda recently, actually. Laurie and I divorced not too long after…”

“How are you doing with all of that?” you ask softly, coming over to the living room and sitting down on the couch. He aims the remote at the television, currently working on finding the movie you guys had decided on. “Honestly? Fine. Our marriage was a little messy for a while. I think in a way, I was always bracing myself for this to happen.” You listen to him somewhat curious, wondering how on Earth a woman could just let herself lose a man like him. He’s practically sex on legs. 

“So are ya dating again?” you ask playfully, and he glances at you amused. “Hmm. Wouldn’t you like to know,” he replies in jest, and you laugh, nibbling on your lower lip. “I guess you’re not. I doubt a girlfriend would be very happy you invited the new neighbor half your age into your home for dinner alone, hm?” you muse with a smirk, and he scoffs in amusement. “Excuse me? Half my age?” He suddenly pauses and shakes his head playfully. “You know what? Don’t elaborate on that, you’re probably right. But yeah, I’m not seeing anyone right now.” 

“That’s kind of surprising.” You blurt out, unable to help yourself. You’ve always had the tendency to speak your mind. “You’re, like, the most attractive guy I’ve met here.” He blinks in surprise but chuckles lowly, pressing play before coming to sit next to you. “Well. Thank you. And to think my son told me I had to step up my game.” You laugh softly, biting on your lip somewhat mischievously. “Yeah, I think you’re definitely doing just fine…”

He looks down at you, his expression suddenly becoming a little more serious. You’re practically lost in his deep blue eyes, staring back up at him as your heart begins to pound a little. It’s definitely happening. You can feel it. Whether this was always his intention or not, you’re unsure, but you know he wants you just as badly as you want him. 

It all happens so fast. His hands are grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap, his lips against yours in a furiously heated kiss, his arms wrapping entirely around you to keep you close to his body. You kiss him back now straddling his lap comfortably, your hands already lunging for the buttons of his shirt to push it off. His grunts of arousal are turning you on more and more, showcasing his absolute need and hunger; it’s clear he's been deprived ever since his divorce, and you’re more than happy to give him what he’s been ravenous for. You let him pull your top off, adjusting yourself so you can remove your shorts. He pulls back and stares at your half naked body, already panting. 

“Fuck. I forgot how sexy girls your age are,” he mumbles as his eyes rake over your figure, hands running up your waist to squeeze your breasts through your bra before traveling down to dig his fingers into your ass. “So damn tight and perky in all the right places…” You giggle breathlessly, unbuckling his belt as you lick your lips. “I think you’ll find I have a lot more… enthusiasm, too.” 

You slowly slide off him, getting down onto your knees in between his legs. He looks shocked but pleasantly surprised when you push down his pants and briefs, his teeth digging into his lower lip in anticipation when you curl your fingers around his thick length. You can’t help but stare a little, somewhat intimidated by his shaft though excited at the same time. Looking up at his expression, you barely smirk. “What’s wrong, Andy? Your ex-wife didn’t like to get down on her knees for you?” You use your other hand to rub his thigh slowly as if to comfort him, leaning down to give his tip little kitten licks. “Mm… because I’d do it for ya anytime…”

He lets out a groan, bucking his hips already in greed. “Fuck, don’t tease, Y/N. You did enough of that today standing outside my house in that tiny little bra and those tight pants.” He mutters through clenched teeth, and you blink before giggling lightly, pumping his base. “Oh? You were checking me out even then, huh?” 

“Of course I was… who wouldn’t be?” he growls, suddenly reaching out and grabbing a fistful of your hair, jerking your head forward. “Suck my damn dick already, honey, I want to fuck the back of your goddamn throat…” 

You gasp slightly but feel the wetness pool between your legs upon the pet name and dirty talk, immediately leaning forward to wrap your lips around him. You’ve never wanted to please someone so bad. He’s older, much older, and all you want to do is impress him. You bob your head up and down as your tongue swirls around his length, enjoying the sounds of his pleasured grunts and groans, looking up to see his eyes practically half shut. “Shit. You’re doing so good, honey, so… fucking good.” He hisses, clenching your hair tighter as he bucks his hips upwards. “Keep going, just like that…”

You feel his cock hitting the back of your throat, your coughs muffled from how full your mouth is. You don’t want to stop, though. You want to do everything you can to please him, to show him just what a good neighbor you are. You keep sucking, peering up at him through hooded eyes, moving your tongue skillfully to draw him closer to his edge. “Oh… oh, fuck…!” he growls, his grip on your hair tightening. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna cum…”

He releases down your throat, his shoulders finally dropping as he releases his hold on your hair. You hum happily as you swallow his load, gasping for air immediately after, your chest heaving up and down. He scoffs in awe as he stares down at you, nibbling on his lip hungrily. “You look so good taking my cock like that, honey. But I want to taste you now.” 

You squeak in surprise when he hoists you up, carrying you upstairs and to his bedroom with ease. You don’t even have time to look around before he tosses you down onto the bed on your back, crawling over and leaning down to leave a trail of kisses all the way from your collarbone, over the tops of your breasts, down your stomach and to the hem of your panties. He playfully bites on the lace to lower them down, making you giggle breathlessly. He stares at your soaked pussy, his blue eyes practically a shade darker from lust. “Look at you. All pretty and wet just for me,” he murmurs, voice dripping with fervor. “Taste me,” you whine, shivering slightly from the cool air now upon your entrance, arching your back desperately. “Please, Andy, I want you to tongue fuck me so bad.” 

He groans just from hearing you. “What a naughty girl. I can’t believe how lucky I am you moved in right next door.” He smirks and leans in, swiping his tongue across your dripping folds. You whine slowly as your eyes flutter shut, fingers grasping the bedsheets. “Mm… something tells me I’ll be here just as much as… at my house…”

“I think so too.” His voice is low and husky, his sharp features displaying nothing but carnal hunger. He nibbles teasingly around the edges of your entrance before pushing his tongue inside, hands gripping your thighs to keep your legs spread apart. Plunging in and out, spitting once to create more wetness and saliva, his tongue travels all over and laps up everything it can get. He’s grunting to himself in enjoyment, his lips even finding your clit as he sucks on it carefully but excitedly, his fingers wrapping behind to squeeze your ass. You can’t help but moan loudly, your breaths airy and uneven, the occasional gasp coming out accompanied by pitchy and pleasured hums. “Andy…!”

“Mm… mmm…. so good…” he mumbles to himself in between, his tongue working your clit and wet core expertly and sending you closer and closer over the edge. “Oh! Ooh… I’m… I’m close…!” 

You finally release and he happily cleans you all up, exhaling deeply as a satisfied smirk crosses his lips. He pulls back only to come lay next to you, his bare chest moving up and down with his irregular breaths and his fluffy brown hair now slightly tousled from his head in between your thighs. You look up at him with an amused and breathless smile, raising an eyebrow playfully innocent as you whisper, “Did I taste good…?”

“Incredibly.” He answers with a low scoff, suddenly rolling over to face you and throwing his arm around you. “You make the perfect dessert. And I think I’m going to want you every night.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m right next door…”

[rpbetter]

Hi! How do you distinguish between a mun who has favorites but still treats their non favorites with respect, and a mun who has favorites but uses this as an excuse to disrespect everyone else? Sometimes it's hard for me to tell, and I'd love to hear what you think.

Hey, Anon! That's actually a great question.

It's also totally reasonable to have a hard time telling. When you feel like you might be a little more into the threads than the other mun is, no matter how much they're being respectful and caring, it can still feel a bit...lame. We all want to be a favorite writing partner, even as we know that's impossible, that we can't manage that ourselves. It's not a thing of logic!

I feel like I should probably preface the detailing I'm about to do - this is only my experience. There are always variables in anything dealing with other people, and any time we're already feeling down, it's really easy to see things in a way that might not be the reality.

Alright, then.

Muns who use this as an excuse or justification for what they're doing tend to be the ones that:

are likely to pair the excuse/justification with aggressively vilifying anyone who takes issue with their treatment of them for being too serious about RP/too emotionally invested in anything from friendships to ships/otherwise "not realizing it's just a hobby" - apparently, "hobby" actually means "you're not making a dollar, so, do whatever you want in whatever way you want, so long as it's making you and only you happy and comfortable," who knew?

will lead muns on, either because they're uncomfortable with telling those who are not the favorites that...well, they're not the favorites and they might wish to just drop the threads or because...

they have a bit of a habit of going through favorites/their favorites take frequent breaks or are slower to reply, and it's good to have other muns around for when either situation happens - it's okay if everyone else is bored and/or left out, but not them

become angry and defensive if you ask them about your thread(s) and/or if everything is alright after a reasonable period of inactivity only on your threads*

if they previously had OOC contact and/or a friendship with you, it's one pole or another of OOC behavior with you now - no contact/as little as they can possibly manage or they'll proceed like you also only want to have conversations about what is going on with the favorite(s), the ships, the threads, the fandom, the mun. Before anyone misconstrues this to mean that "so, no matter what they do it's sus lol," no. There is such a thing as neither insulting someone by having nothing else to talk about except the mun/muse/ship you're ignoring them for nor just stopping/avoiding conversation altogether. It's actually not normal or acceptable to treat people like disposable fixations or expect them to be thrilled or lie about it when you can't shut up about their replacement(s)

in general, if this mun just keeps making it apparent that neither you nor anyone else exists unless they're the favored mun? That's really it. That's the difference between having favorites and still treating other muns with respect - there isn't any respect, none of you exist to respect

*I'm not going to speak to what is reasonable to everyone, it's one of those things I think muns should mention to some degree in their rules, but with people taking it to mean things it doesn't, it's doubtful that's going to happen. (I encourage it, though, please, put in your rules when you'll ask about threads or if you'll assume there is no more interest and they've been dropped. "After one month of no reply and no OOC contact, I will either contact you to ask if you're still interested." No big deal!) For me, it would depend on the mun themselves, even if I've got in my rules that after x time, I will assume y. If this is a mun that has updated OOC that they're extra slow right now, and they're usually pretty slow, I'm going to just see that as them prioritizing preferred partners with what little time they have, that's not coming across as rude favoritism to me at that point. If it's a mun that has continued to reply as normal, posted no updates OOC, and they're specifically just replying to one or two favorites with that regular timing, I'm going to ask if they're still interested after a month or so.

The problem always is that, despite what the RPC likes to say for the same damn reason, we're all afraid to be acting on ridiculous suspicion and paranoia. We get treated a certain way, maybe it is once and it was just extremely bad, maybe it has happened over and over again, and we really do start seeing phantoms of ill-treatment. It becomes difficult to trust your own judgment and listen to your inner voice (one that, furthermore, is already at least a bit embattled by life on and offline).

These are only some points to help you trust yourself or disprove yourself if you already feel like there might be this problem going on.

If you have someone who could be impartial when given evidence, you might want to consider asking if they'd mind helping you identify if this is a problem or not. Don't mention mun names or even muses if you're in the same intersections of the RPC, you're not trying to smear anyone here, just get a different viewpoint that isn't touched by any negative or positive feelings about that mun!

I said "evidence," so, I want to be clear that I did not mean screenshots or direct quotes. Give situations, what the mun is and is not doing, as both are important.

Some questions that might help you identify things to present to a third party for help:

Are they replying to any of your threads, how about asks?

If/when they reply to you IC, how do they reply? Is it shorter than it used to be, unenthusiastic? Or is it the same, just fewer and farther between, or less interesting to you than what they're doing with preferred partners?

Are the plots they're doing with the favorite(s) ones that you previously had with them or that you had plotted out and were working toward? And if that answer is yes, are these common plots that can be applied anywhere or specific ones?

Is this all something that is perhaps temporary overexcitement, or has this just kept going on for months, shows no sign of stopping?

Did you speak/were friends OOC? If so, how has this changed? Frequency of messaging, topics of conversation, enthusiasm, interest in you or your muse?

Are you now left out of games on the dash in which you used to be tagged, or unwelcome in things like "dash crack?" Is it, by contrast, that you might be welcome in the latter, but either it doesn't interest you by inclusion/focus of the favorite or because you lack a base of engagement with what's going on?

Do they send you memes, has that changed at all?

The way you feel is valid, but it might also be influencing the way you're viewing a situation, including in how you relate it to someone else for help. So, try to stick to actions when doing so.

By contrast, muns who have favorites but are not using this to justify being disrespectful to others tend to:

be open and upfront about having favorites and why - they're not trying to hide anything, including what makes their favorite writing partners, threads, and ships favorites to begin with

^they are not "open and upfront" by obnoxiously reminding everyone constantly who those favorites are, they're not shit posting how @munthatisntyou is their bestie/their muse is lusting after their muse/actually my wife. They are upfront about it by stating in their rules they can, will, and do have favorites. They're open about it by not lying or acting like it's the worst accusation ever when someone asks them about it

definitely have priority threads, might have an easier, thus faster, time responding to questions/prompts regarding those threads/ships, but still respond with equal interest to memes from others*

the same is true of interest and turnaround time with thread replies, they might get the preferred ones out faster, but they're still replying to everyone and still keeping other muns updated on what's going on*

will not be hostile when approached by fair, politely put concerns about threads, but rather, will respond with honesty as to their interests - whether they have, indeed, changed or haven't alike

they still express the same interest OOC outside of messages, liking and commenting on posts, sending memes, and being concerned or congratulatory when they see OOC posts dealing with life events

in general, muns who just have favorites like everyone does remain aware of others in the same way they always have, still make efforts to respond to threads, memes, messages, etc. with the same interest they always have - they appreciate everyone they interact with, not only their favorite(s)

*Everyone has a different way that works for them, and that influences their meme answering, thread replying, and OOC response turnaround time. A very social mun might respond to OOC messages more frequently, reliably, and with more zeal than a mun who is less socially active, forgetful, or dealing with different difficulties that might prevent doing so, for example. As another example, a mun who writes lengthy, detailed novella that takes a while to finish is going to take longer with everyone than a mun who writes in a way, or just has more time to write, that allows for replies to get out faster. Please, keep expectations and observances mindful of these factors and differences! What is typical of one mun might be perceived as legitimate favoritism when contrasted with a mun who operates differently than them.

That's really the difference, there is recognition and appreciation of everyone. They might have a visibly different friendship with their favorite(s), but it doesn't come with the cost of treating everyone else either like they don't exist or like total shit. And that comes in many ways, as many ways as there are possible interactions in the RPC. From being casual mutuals who do not write together (still acknowledging posts etc.) to outright writing partners (still giving replies with as much effort and quality).

You can think of muns like this as you would people who have different sorts of friendships as opposed to people who have rather cliquey friendships in which it's often enough a clique of two in which everyone else, even if included or otherwise used by those two, only exists out of necessity. The former is a normal social situation, we get on well with the people we do for a reason, and that's perfectly alright. The latter is some immature and self-interested behavior one should have grown out of in junior high.

As you didn't ask for this, I'm putting it under the cut as additional advice for others!

If you feel like someone is being disrespectful, or worse, and is glossing it over with "it's okay for people to have favorites, calm down" (a thing that's totally true but not meant to be used to excuse shitty behavior), you really do want to just remove yourself from the situation. In a situation like that, you're not going to change their behavior, and even if you did, are you ever going to be able unsee it?

What is more likely to happen is you'll be growing the seed of upset they planted into a big tree of animosity. Every time you are on your dash and see them replying or tagging their favorite(s), you're going to be either hurt or angry. Eventually, it's impossible to separate which of those things you are, and it's increasingly likely you're going to say or do something regrettable. And I mean regrettable in how it is likely to negatively affect you. You don't deserve to be branded a terrible person for an outburst. The situation has been bad enough.

Whether you should soft block to unfollow and force an unfollow, hard block, unfollow with or without communication is all subject to too many variables for me to advise any single course of action.

If it's possible to communicate politely that you're officially dropping threads or unfollowing, I will always advise doing so. If that isn't possible because this mun has been that terrible, or has proven in the past that they will react badly to such communications, then so be it, just quietly remove yourself from their presence.

You owe friends, even former ones if they've not done you awfully, the decency of communicating that you're ending things. You owe mutuals who haven't done anything more than ignoring you (as awful as that is, it's not as bad as being aggressively disrespectful, lying to you, leading you on, etc.) that decency and maturity as well. You do not owe anyone who has behaved like an immature ass that decency, it's okay to just leave in those cases. As it is in situations when you feel confident that speaking to them is going to cause drama for you.

When a mun hasn't ever really interacted with you, you've become mutuals, but it never went anywhere because they were already engaged in ignoring everyone except the favorite(s), it's alright to just leave quietly, too. They clearly don't register that you exist, so...don't exist. Go exist around muns who know you're there. But the caveat to that should be that if they decide to notice your vacant spot on the dash and come to you to ask about this, you should answer them. Be honest, but polite. Tell them that you just didn't see working out with them after all, and since you hadn't interacted, you unfollowed.

You never know (you just shouldn't count on it), in that latter case especially, that mun might honestly not be aware of the effect of their actions. Like everyone else, they're just doing what they enjoy, what makes them happy is what they're concentrated on, and might genuinely just have a narrow field of vision on it until spoken to.

Whatever is right for the unique situation at hand, don't lie to someone if they message you about it. Don't just act like it was an accidental unfollow or a tumblr glitch, grit your teeth, and add them back so that there is no unpleasantness. There is already unpleasantness if you felt the need to distance yourself from them, remember that!

[daydreamindollie]

PECULIAR PACK —SNOWING

PAIR. : bts poly hybrid x fem.reader

G. : very fluffy ; hybrid!au ; snowday fun ; overprotective Namjoon ; yoonmin moment ; hot chocolate fanatic Tae

LENGTH : 3.2k

SUM. : the hybrid pack finally enjoy a day out in the snow for the first time after staying away from it

A/N : I got this request in December...and so it's pretty late for a snowing scenario but where I'm at it's still freezing so that's the only excuse I'm going to put forward! PLEASE ENJOY AND DON'T HATE ME FOR THE LATENESS-BYE!

TAGLIST : @littlewolfieposts @ro2424​ @bubbletaetaesstuff​ @btsxdoll​

⇢ "What's that?..." Jimin asks curiously, staring out into the garden.

⇢ Everyone was having breakfast and, seeing as there was a sliding glass door leading to the garden to the left of the kitchen, you and your family of hybrids were able to stare on at the falling snow. It’s magical effect on the landscape had, once again, managed to enamour all that gazed out onto it. It made you giggle to see the hybrids’ wondrous wide eyes as they devour the scene before them and completely dismiss their hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, french toast, and melon mint salad.

⇢ "It's called snow, Jimin," Jin spoke up as you nodded along, sipping on your freshly brewed tea.

⇢ "What does it do?" Hoseok muses, eyes wide and sparkling at the phenomenon happening right before his eyes. He looked so innocent and sweet, you couldn't help but grow a wider smile.

⇢ "It just falls from the sky and onto the ground, Hobi," you coo, "it's much more fun to have than rain because you can play around in it," at your statement, the golden retriever hybrid's tail instantly started to wag in excitement.

⇢ "Play around? How?" you're sure his eyes can widen further if he wanted them to but you don’t want him getting too overexcited before breakfast. Although you would have liked to further encourage his enthusiasm and merriment, you thought it best to calm the excitable pup down enough, first, to have his morning meal before allowing him to indulge in the scenery out in the cold.

⇢ "I'll show you later, Hobi, maybe after breakfast," he nodded happily, continuing to eat but in a merrier manner than usual, which was surprising as you didn’t believe he could be any happier than his usual disposition. This comes as a form of comfort for you, knowing that the sweet boy can only ever be happy and never sad, it made you believe that he took on an optimistic role during tough times.

⇢ You’re sure that he assumed the role of the optimist in his odd pack; no wonder the others always appear to look towards him (especially the younger ones) during times of distress or anxiety. All he had to do was flash his reassuring smile and they’ll be smiling back just as happily, ready to take on the world with new reassurance and a thirst for adventure rather than apprehension.

⇢ Goodness...how you adore the dynamic of their pack. Everyone is cared for and loved. It’s such an honour to be a part of their family. Granted you’re not officially a part of their pack yet but that’s alright. As long as they stay beside you, you’re sure they’ll come around.

⇢ However, not everyone seemed to be fond of the idea of playing out in the snow as you catch the glance of a worried Namjoon to your left.

⇢ "Are you sure it's safe for us to go outside?" the nervousness in his voice made the others droopy eared and grow the seed of consternation he had planted within them.

⇢ "So long as everyone wears the appropriate clothing, I'm sure you will all be fine," you reassure after a hum of contemplation, "and don't worry about that either, I made sure to buy the appropriate clothing once you guys settled in and the seasons started changing," instantly, the hybrids felt more confident of their safety and freely relish in their elation once more.

⇢ This seemed to have put Namjoon's mind at ease, but you're sure his fears wouldn't be fully dispelled until he felt safe outside in the snow by himself firsthand. Hopefully, this comes when he sees the boys enjoying themselves in the snow-covered scene. You're sure his worries all stem from bad experiences, which is perfectly normal. Considering that they were living out in the somewhat unforgiving woodland, with no proper shelter or attire, you're positive his encounter with snow has made him overprotective about his family.

⇢ You're going to make sure that he changes his mind very soon.

⇢ Jin has already seen snow before because of the kind elderly owner he had the pleasure of previously having. They had allowed him to explore the wonders of the winter season many times so he is very much looking forward to indulging himself in it once again. He's also very curious and thrilled to see what the reactions of the other members will have to snow.

⇢ All the memories he ever had surrounding snow were always pleasant, owing to the kindness of his previous owners until after they passed and he escaped the center to then met his pack. From then on, snow only prolonged the winter chill as it kept the land frozen in a time of great struggle for survival. This time, however, he's positive the boys will have just as good a time as he once did because of you.

⇢ He remembers building snowmen, making snow angels and having competitive snowball fights. They'll have a great time - he'll make sure of that.

⇢ "How does snow happen?" Namjoon enquires whilst you're zipping up everyone's coats as a way of affirming to yourself that they'll stay warm. Everyone's ears seemed to visibly perk up at the question, curious about the answer as well.

⇢ "Hmmm, the best way to put it is frozen rain," you nod with a smile, "the temperature is cold enough to freeze the raindrops so that they turn and maintain the form of small frozen ice crystals as they fall from the clouds, and because the temperature is still chilly on the ground, they collect on the landscape to create the beautiful scene you see outside right now,"

⇢ From the side of you, you hear a hiss and look to see Yoongi taking off his coat in a hurry, muttering to himself incoherently despite your efforts in leaning towards him so as to, somewhat, hear him better.

⇢ "What's wrong, Yoongi?" his pout only seems to deepen at your query.

⇢ "I'm going to get wet if I go outside and I don't want to," he's being a grump, like always, but you don't want to push anything. You want him to feel as comfortable as possible and if that means he wants to stay inside then so be it.

⇢ “Alright,” you muse good-naturedly, “you can stay inside if you want,”

⇢ “Th-then I’m staying with Hyung,” at the sudden proclamation, you turn your head in shock to find an overwrought Jimin. He’s standing slightly behind Yoongi with his soft tail tucked between his legs and his ears turned down to cap over the curve of his head. This was strange because Jimin, you remember, had looked so mesmerised by the snow during breakfast and his excitement in exploring the phenomenon was clear. However, looking between the feline pair, you can deduce that Jimin wanted to keep Yoongi company and appeared to not feel safe if an activity was not approved by him.

⇢ Multiple times during your few weeks spent together, you were able to see this distinct behaviour. Jimin, when trying something new, would always look towards his Hyung first before indulging in whatever new thing he stumbled upon or was introduced to. This habit appeared to be directed mainly towards Yoongi, however, and you didn’t understand why. For now, you can only assume things; your main assumption is that Yoongi is also a feline, is older and with more experience than Jimin, so he finds more comfort in reassurance from Yoongi than any other hyung.

⇢ You wouldn’t dare pry further, in spite of your curiosity, however, as you would rather they come to you first, in respect of their privacy. You didn’t want either of them feeling uncomfortable, in spite of the tight sadness you felt in your chest when considering the fun they were willingly keeping themselves from. On the other hand, noticing the familiar glint of shock and, somewhat, guilt in Yoongi’s sharp eyes when staring at his dongsaeng, you have no worries about them keeping themselves away for too long.

⇢ In the meantime, you’ll let them have their moment together, “That’s perfectly alright, you two. I only ask that you guys stay in the living room and keep the curtains drawn so that I can see you and, should you need me, be able to do something quickly. You can easily catch my attention by knocking on the glass or opening the door and shouting, alright?” The pair nod at you as everyone else double-checks their attire before patiently waiting for you to lead them out into the snow. “Feel free to turn on the TV and grab a snack from the fridge or pantry if you’re feeling peckish,”

⇢ With that, you lead everyone else out into the snow. As soon as everyone was outside, you quickly close the sliding glass door behind you to keep the chilling temperatures out of the house’s toasty interior. For a moment, Namjoon overtakes you and tests out walking on it for a while as everyone stares and waits for him to give a nod of confirmation. No unpleasant moisture was seeping into his clothes freezing up his skin so he quickly gave the signal for everyone to join him.  

⇢ It didn’t take you long to show the boys the various activities they can enjoy within the winter wonderland they were surrounded by. From his past experiences, Jin was able to help you explain and introduce various activities in the snow to the rest of the hybrids. They were excited and just seeing the delight in their sweet faces, had you grinning wider than ever before.

⇢ In no time at all, Hoseok was set on building himself a snowman with Namjoon assisting him. His tail hasn’t stopped wagging since breakfast. The only thing that seemed to have, at least, let it slow down was after Hoseok had accidentally hit his pack leader in the face with it, eliciting a deep, resonating growl that even had your bones shaking. Thankfully, Namjoon brushed off the accident quickly before apologising for his instinctive and uncontrolled response.

⇢  “You look like you’re ready to hold a galaxy in your eyes from how wide and sparkly they are right now,” you giggle from beside Namjoon after he had given himself a couple of minutes to stand back and overlook his pack. This is the most fun he and his pack have ever had in the snow. It was always too chilly so they usually just snuggled up together inside the cave for weeks on end, waiting until it was a safe enough temperature for all of them to venture outside without getting hypothermia.

⇢ They could have never had the opportunity to make happy memories such as this if it weren’t for you. For that, Namjoon will forever stay loyal and strive to do his best in providing for you wherever he can despite being very limited seeing as he’s ‘just a hybrid’ in the eyes of general society.

⇢ He’s going to prove all of them wrong, just they wait and see. He isn’t just a hybrid; he’s going to provide for the one person that has become the center of his orbit in just a few short weeks of living together. You’re the only human that has ever been patient and genuinely kind to him and his pack so he was absolutely set on giving back to you by proving himself worthy enough of your endless generosity and compassion for complete strangers.

⇢ An hour into the madness and the fun outside is in full swing. Jungkook and Taehyung had made forts on either side of the garden and, at one point, were at war with each other, firing snowballs back and forth and cheering victoriously should one of them land a direct hit on the other. During their playful snowball fight, they had tried their best to convince the final member of their trio to join in on the fun and to pick a team.

⇢ “Come on Jiminnie! It’s so much fun!” Taehyung shouted, head thrown back as he thrust his curled fists to the sky, only to be hit at the side with an insanely fast snowball.

⇢ “Yeah! Let’s beat Taehyung together!” Jungkook grinned with a playful chuckle as a cry of protest escaped his tiger-hybrid Hyung. And thus, the argument over who Jimin gets to join on their team ensues between the two youngest.

⇢ “That’s enough you two,” you chuckle, “It’s up to Jimin to decide,” you tilt your head to the timid kitten as his tail curls around his torso for comfort.

⇢ ”I-I want to stay here with Hyung still...” the munchkin hybrid muses shyly, pouting at the groans of displeasure his declination causes. At this, you go off to settle down the two youngest and reason that they shouldn’t make Jimin feel bad for not wanting to join them. As you do this, you miss how Jin goes over to reassure the kitten.

⇢ ”You know Jimin, it’s not as bad as you think,” the eldest male assures, “It looks fun to be out there, doesn’t it?” He questions, where a still pause follows as Jimin stares out at Jungkook and Taehyung making snow angels together at your suggestion. The pure sight filled with unadulterated  laughter earns Jin a timid nod, which makes him grin wider, “then don’t you think that you’ll have fun being out there with everyone too?” Despite the logic behind his way of trying to convince his dongsaeng, Jin only gets a deeper frown and a shake of the head in return.

⇢ “I want to stay with Hyung,” at this, Jin shares a brief look with Yoongi before nodding and accepting his decision, suppressing the urge to sigh as he didn’t want the kitten to feel even worse on such a good day.

⇢  Jin eventually returns to stand by yourself as you talk Namjoon through how snow is made on a molecular level with your phone cradled in your gloved hands. You enjoy satisfying his curious mind; the look of fascination on his face is more precious than anything that could ever be bought by simple money.

⇢ From beside you, Jin voices his thanks as you blush and reason that it’s what any human would do. Everyone should enjoy being in a winter wonderland of snow, you’re only sorry that they weren’t able to fully enjoy themselves before this. As you look away in embarrassment, you miss the fond look Jin stares down at you with, admiration and love in his eyes. Briefly, he makes eye contact with Namjoon and from that alone, they swear to each other that they will do whatever it takes to keep you forever content beside them.

⇢  Back in the house, Yoongi has Jimin cuddled up beside him as they both lay on the sofa and watch whatever is on the TV. And, in spite of the fuzzy, warm feeling it brought him to be cuddled so close to, Yoongi simply couldn’t dismiss the way the kitten beside him kept turning his head to stare out at the winter fun every few seconds that drawled by. He knows Jimin wants to be outside but he also knows that the munchkin isn’t the type to leave a member of their pack alone when they should always be together. In addition to that, Yoongi and Jimin have always had a special bond, with Yoongi always protecting the younger cat as the youngun gives him the comfort and cuddles he deserves. Their symbiotic type of relationship within the pack was mostly beneficial but sometimes (much like today) was harmful to one party.

⇢ “You know Jimin...we can go outside, if you want,” Yoongi finally suggests, turning to look down at the male who's curled up at his side, thoroughly enjoying the look of surprise and excitement in his brown orbs, which grew at the implication that they would go out together.

⇢ “Really? The two of us? Together?” At each question, Yoongi nods firmly, a small smile growing on his lips until he was pulled up by the hand and dragged out the two doors.

⇢  In his excitement, Jimin had forgotten to get the two dressed up properly for the winter weather, hence why, not even a minute later, you had dragged them back inside to get them properly dressed from head to toe. Babbling on about the potential sickness they can contract from being outside without proper snow attire, you disregard their amused expressions. It isn’t until you’ve triple-checked their zipped up jackets that you see the grins on their faces. Before you could say anything more, they give you a peck on the cheek and a quick nuzzle of noses before heading out to have fun together.

⇢  It isn’t a surprise to anyone that you walk out with a beet-red face. Naturally, this causes the hybrids to tease you, which drives you into the house and, to take your mind off things, make hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream.

⇢  As you concoct your remedy for the chilling cold, the maknae line finally gets to fulfill their wish of having a snowball fight together with the addition of Hoseok as Jin referees the match. Of course, as the group is practically composed of crackheads, they end up cheating to win and get what they want, turning the snowball fight into a competition of the best ways to cheat in a snowball fight and win unfairly. This eventually drives Jin away to talk Namjoon and Yoongi into building a snowman.

⇢ As soon as they get the body and head done, Jin sends Yoongi to look for stones to make a face with as Namjoon picks a carrot for a nose from the greenhouse and sticks for hands from trees. To complete the look, Jin abandons his hat to set at the head of the snowman. Of course, the rest of the boys, find the snowman fascinating and abandon their snowball fight to set about building their own snowman in competition with their Hyungs.

⇢  When you finally call everyone in for hot chocolate, they are exhausted and ready to relax. You chuckle at their drooping eyelids and calmly swishing tails. From their exhaustion, you’re having to help them take off their extra clothing as they find that their limbs have become as heavy and weighted down as marble stone. Not a single complaint left your lips however, as you always thoroughly enjoy taking care of them as they deserve to be.

⇢ Eventually, they are in their regular clothes and settling peacefully on the living room couches as each person nurses their own mug of hot chocolate. Everyone goes through just one mug of the sweet, warm beverage as Taehyung asks for one more mug and, after that, another one and then another one until you finally put your foot down. “You’re going to make yourself sick with the amount of hot chocolate you’re guzzling down Tae,” although pouty, he accepts that he’ll have no hot chocolate until tomorrow but makes you engage in a compromise of cuddling on a loveseat together.

⇢  The others, naturally, find his hogging of you for cuddles unfair and turn the night into one full of cuddles, playful whines, and many contented smiles - a perfect way to end a day out in the snow.

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My 00Q Fics Masterlist

-The Muse has been so enamoured of 00Q (007 x Q) lately! While I’m glad she’s getting back in groove after a LOOOONG hiatus, she tends to get overexcited, which means less sleep and downtime for me! 

Anyway, here are my 00Q fics, arranged according to status of completion, ongoing fics first. I’ve added the ones done for 007 Fest 2020. Enjoy!

Turning Tables- co-written with @aliensdoodless; role reversal AU

00Q AU fic featuring Bond as the Quartermaster and Q (Quincey Walker) as the new 007. Bond has retired from the double-O program after losing his wife, Tracy, and suffering from partial amnesia and a bad knee, but his vast experience in the field and unparalleled knowledge with weapons lead him to switch to Q branch where he is now the Quartermaster. Enter the new 007. Will Bond allow him to make him feel and love again?

The Lion and the Sage- prince!Q and soldier!Bond AU  chapter 1 (written for @aliensdoodless‘ art and for @booskerdu​‘s J/A/Q prompt )

A Brief Acquaintance- written for @christinefromsherwood’s collab prompt:  The first time Q and Bond meet is in a public swimming pool after one of them dove headlong into the water and lost his swim suit.

Bedtime Stories- written for @stormofsharpthings‘ collab prompt:  Bond comes down with a fierce cold and Q attempts to soothe him to sleep by reading his favorite book aloud to him. (Well, maybe not his favorite book in this case but something else…XD)

Slain- written for @soufflegirl91‘s collab prompt:  Q has laryngitis, but Bond refuses to work with any other handler. Bond takes full advantage of Q not being able to talk back at him on the comms, so Q gets his revenge (maybe in the bedroom, maybe at work, maybe somewhere else entirely) when Bond gets back.

Drabble: BlackCat- written for the prompt: Superstitious!Bond

Drabble: Moriarty Returns- written for Villain Day: Pick a NON-BOND villain from any movie/book/musical and place them in Craig’s Bond universe. What are their nefarious plans? Who would they target? How do they fit into the Bond universe? Write a headcanon or ficlet to tell us. (could be crack or serious, whatever you choose)  

Ficlet: Swann- written for the rare pair prompt: Bill Tanner/ Madeleine Swann

Dream-  After a tiring mission, Bond dreams of sweet submission. A one-shot written for Aliensdoodles' fantastic 00Q art!

Non-competing entries for MI6 Cafe’s LDWS 2020: Shy | To Not Yield | A Tiny Slip of the Tongue | Aiming to Please

The Look- rating: M. Status: Complete. 1142 words

007 find someone that looks at you the way Q...oh, never mind. 

Io Sono Tuo Prigionerio- rating: E. Status: In Progress (5/?) 6176 words

"Io sono tuo prigionero," he whispered. "I am your prisoner."

Prompt: Bond wakes up in a Spectre facility and finds that he’s had a shock-collar put on him. He meets a boffin who’s the one holding the remote. It turns out that Q wants the fuck out of this nightmare organization and he knows that he won’t make it with hacking skills alone, so Bond’s going to go with him and deal with Spectre’s more physical threats. The deal? Get Q to a safe location and Q will take the collar off. Can Q and Bond escape a hostile environment and learn to work together? Can they ever truly trust each other with the power imbalance between them?

Of Cats and Dogs- rating: E. Status: In Progress (4/?) 8407 words (the Muse loves this right now!)

As a vampire, Q is an old soul trapped in a young man’s body that will never age. It does his career no favors, and it won't do to look the way he does in front of a seasoned, unbonded, buck werewolf who’s made it clear that he has a problem with authority. Q's authority, to be exact.

Indelible- rating: M (for now). Status: In Progress (2/?) 4261 words

Formerly known by the title "Bewitched"

Written for the 007 Fest 2019's MI6 Cafe Prompt Exchange: Fairy Tale AU! Going for a cup or two of mead with friends is an excellent way of celebrating the acceptance into the ranks of the prestigious Royal Academy for Explosions, Alchemy & Magical Metallurgy… at least that’s what Q thought before he woke up the next morning and found his name (written in his own handwriting!) on a super-binding contract and a letter beginning with “Congratulations! You have successfully entered your name into the tournament for the hand of His Royal Majesty, King James VII, long may he reign! You will find detailed instructions in the appended parchment…”

00Q Drabbles and Ficlets- rating: M. Status: In Progress (3/?) 1229 words

Shorts, drabbles and musings on Q and Bond.

At Fever Heat- rating: E. Status: Complete (20/20) 36763 words

00Q omegaverse! Written for MI6 Cafe's February 2020 prompt: He knew immediately– something had changed.

His is an extremely rare case, though not exactly unheard of in a small minority of omegas. At the ripe old age of thirty-two, Q’s body has had enough of heat suppressants.

His Keeper- rating: E. Status: Complete (17/17) Part 1 of a series. 45482 words

Protecting the Quartermaster entails a special set of circumstances, and Q is the last one to know.

Why?- rating: G; Status: Complete (1/1) 2017 words

Created for 007 Fest 2019! One of Team 00's prompts for day 1 is "Why Are You Here?" It's a favorite question of Q's, especially where 007 is concerned.

Taken- rating: E. Status: Complete (18/18) 39971 words

Or, the cheating fic that very nearly was! The Muse is very enamoured of this fic right now and means to finish it whatever the cost!

Q is engaged to be married, but not to Bond.

Shiver- rating: E; Status: Complete (1/1) 2508 words

Written for MI6 Cafe Challenge for Simple September. Prompt: Shiver.

Now part 2 of Taken. Q takes care of Bond after a rough mission, and only he knows how to bring Bond back from the brink. First, he’s got to make him shiver.

Take Me- rating: E. Status: Complete (1/1) 2048 words

Part 3 of Taken. Q dreams of his ex, Daniel.

“Good or bad, your memories are yours,” said Bond. “Your past loves, your feelings. They make up who you are. They’re a part of you. And I love all of you.”

Secret Santa- rating: M. Status: Complete (1/1) 1998 words

Of course, it was R. It had to be R, given that she was Q's secret Santa this year.

Written for MI6 Cafe's Anon Prompt Gift Exchange, week 3.

Prompt: A Christmas Miracle? AU - Q wished upon a star (or wrote a joke-y email to Santa Claus?? something similar) that he’d get Bond for Christmas (either back alive from a mission, or just interested in him) - the next day Bond arrives, backs him up against a door and goes on to act out one of Q's workplace daydreams - cue happiness and panic: IS iT REAL? (is Santa real?) Is Q magic?

In a Heartbeat- rating: T. Status: Complete (1/1) 1776 words

Bond’s world ended when Q’s heart stopped for eight full minutes. Eight minutes was all it took for the end of the world to come and go.

Written for week 2 of MI6 Cafe's Anon Prompt Gift Exchange!

Prompt: The end of the world has come and gone. It is now time to rebuild. 00Q prefered but other pairings welcome too!

Not a Jacuzzi- rating: M; Status: Complete (1/1) 2302 words

Written for week 1 of MI6 Cafe's Anon Prompt Gift Exchange for December 2019!

This isn't an infatuation, much less love, thought Q. Just like this hydrotherapy tub is not a Jacuzzi...

Prompt: The heat is broken at Six. Q is so cold that the only solution is to sneak into the agents' locker room and use the jacuzzi. except... well we can guess which agent always lingers long after hours. Naughty naughty. James finds Q naked and sipping tea and climbs right in. What could go wrong?

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So we have celebrating edwards birthday, what about Edward celebrating the readers birthday?( your work is also a huge comfort to me)

A/N: I want an intense dream of Eddie for my birthday- thank you, I’m so glad my writing helps 🥺

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Fluff, obsessive behaviour

• As soon as you wake up, Edward will be watching you intensely with his face literally a millimetre away from yours like 😍

• So overexcited by what he’s got planned, Edward’s organised everything to be completely perfect, only the best for his angel 🥰

• You’re smothered with hugs and kisses that could lead to… well 😏 before he dumps the crap ton of presents on the bed for you to open

• He’s saved a chunk of the money he earns to buy you a new Polaroid to take cute couple pictures and stuff, and things he knows you like or wanted for a while… anything you like, its wrapped up just for you 💚

• You two probably end up eating the cake for breakfast/lunch- it’s really good, and tastes faintly of pumpkin since he’s all about that lol

• The Riddler offers to kill anyone you like as a special treat for his followers and you, whether or not you take up the offer is up to you 😅

• Has a riddle type scavenger hunt set up for you to get something symbolic and beautiful at the end- a silver charm bracelet with your name on and angel wings as the first pendant 😍😍 there’s a question mark too that you put on next to it… Eddie’s crying with happiness

• Stares as you so much, heart eyes all round as he treats the day like it’s when all wishes were answered and good things were made 🥹 you gotta stop him from worshipping you at this point

• Takes you out for a fancy dinner at a restaurant in the evening before going home and watching your favourite movie cuddled up on the couch. All his attention’s on you instead of the movie, he’s so in love 🥺

• x1000000 compliments and pet names, and Edward refuses to let you raise a finger to do any kind of work. This is your day!!! Put the dirty dishes DoWn 😤

• You can easily convince him to dance around like crazy and put loud music on… it’s the most fun he’s had in years. And you look so naturally happy and pretty, so the new camera’s already being used 📸

• You fall asleep before him, Eddie watching you with adoring eyes as he whispers sweet nothings to coax you to sleep, holds you tight to protect you from Gotham’s horrors

• Best birthday ever 💚💚

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WandaVision Finale: Should Marvel Fans Lower Their Expectations?

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This article contains spoilers for WandaVision

You could say it all started with one Paul William Bettany.

Last month, the star of Marvel’s WandaVision got fans’ attention when he started teasing a new character arriving in the MCU spinoff series that had miraculously survived online leaks, which in turn meant that Evan Peters’ “Pietro” Maximoff definitely wasn’t who he was referring to.

“There is one character that has not been revealed,” Bettany told Esquire. “And it is very exciting. It is an actor I’ve longed to work with all of my life. We have some amazing scenes together and I think the chemistry between us is extraordinary and fireworks on set.”

The internet immediately got busy trying to work out exactly who Bettany was chatting about, and which character from Marvel Comics they could be playing. Robert De Niro as Mephisto? Keanu Reeves as Nightmare? It must be someone big and important, fans reasoned, for Bettany to tease the upcoming cameo in such a way. And as more dream casting and fan theorizing took place, WandaVision’s potential scope became amplified. Other X-Men could return! How about alternate, multiverse versions of deceased characters?!

There were endless Reddit threads discussing it. Group chats took wild turns as people had fun shooting down each other’s ideas. Everywhere you turned, podcasts and YouTube videos were wondering what WandaVision had in store. But when the penultimate installment started streaming on Disney+ at the end of February, the towering wall of overexcitement started to crumble.

In episode 8’s post credits scene a weaponized version of Vision was revealed to be in SWORD’s possession, and this ‘White Vision’ was once again played by Bettany. The realization that we may have all been trolled quite expertly slowly dawned on us. Was the actor Bettany had “longed to work with” all his life that he had “amazing scenes” with actually …himself? Was it Paul All Along?

Ahead of the much-anticipated finale this week, WandaVision director Matt Shakman was was asked to address the possibility, and it certainly appears so.

“I’m gonna let Paul Bettany answer that question,” Shakman told HuffPost. “He dug himself this hole. He can get out of it.”

It may well be time for fans to lower their expectations of what WandaVision will deliver in its final episode. If there are no big cameos outside of Benedict Cumberbatch’s Doctor Strange (more on that in a moment) and no villains other than Agatha Harkness, SWORD Director Tyler Hayward and White Vision to come, Marvel has been telling a much more focused story of grief, loss, and how Wanda Maximoff would finally become the Scarlet Witch.

That story has been incredibly moving for the majority of viewers, but Shakman knows that those who have become too invested in how much of a domino effect the series will have on the Marvel Cinematic Universe may feel let down.

“I hope that [fans] feel like the journey was satisfying for them,” Shakman mused with EW. “I know there are so many theories out there; there will be a lot of people who will no doubt be disappointed by one theory or another. But we’re always telling this story about Wanda dealing with grief and learning how to accept that loss, and hopefully people will find that the finale is surprising but also satisfying, and that it feels inevitable because it’s the same story they’ve been watching the whole time.”

So, does all this mean we should rule out any big surprises ahead? Not necessarily. We have been explicitly told that WandaVision will set up Sam Raimi’s Sorcerer Supreme sequel, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, so it’s still reasonable to assume that there will be elements of the Westview Hex that don’t get wrapped up in a neat bow during the finale. It would be hugely surprising if Cumberbatch didn’t make an appearance.

Then there’s Wanda’s twins, Billy and Tommy – it looks like they might make it to the next step of Phase 4, too. Julian Hilliard and Jett Klyne, the young actors who play the pair in WandaVision, reportedly both posted (now deleted) Instagram pictures close to London’s Pinewood Studios in the UK when Doctor Strange 2 began filming.

In terms of a bigger bad than Agatha Harkness, though, it seems unlikely that a substantial appearance is in the wind. If you think about how Thanos was slowly introduced across multiple films starting with 2012’s first team-up movie, The Avengers, you realise what the impact of a slow burn villain reveal can be.

It wouldn’t surprise us to see a little flash of Big Bad excitement in the WandaVision finale, but right now we’re tempering our expectations. If there are any massive shocks ahead, we want to enjoy them without comparing everything to a fantasy version of the show’s story that only existed in our minds.

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