#his height would definitely not work if he was 12 lol

[twilight-zoned-out]

Edwin Payne is a dweeb who gives terrible weak comebacks, who can be unnecessarily petty, or overly smug, who is inordinately pleased with himself when wearing detective gear and using scientific gear, the thought never crossing his mind that he might not look as cool as he thinks he does, who carries a continual and utter absolute delight at acting like the characters he loved to read about, who was enthralled by his magazine detective and adventure stories and who wears a similar smile when he sits on the bed watching Scooby Doo with Niko, 'these detectives are terribly clever,' whose board game collection is mostly variations of Clue, who requires payment (because any good detective is worth some kind of payment) but whose idea of payment is whatever interesting object the client offers to add to his collection, who has encyclopedic intelligence he clearly dedicated hours to learning, who has a particular way of acting and speaking like everything is of vital importance, because to him, it is.

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #niko sasaki #crystal palace #dead boy detective agency #Edwin is a legitimate nerd #I get serious 1960s Peter Parker vibes from him #he reads the equivalent of comic books instead of hanging out with other people of course he would absolutely love cartoons #he's not good at fighting but excellent at running #chooses to only wear extremely proper and practical clothes unless he's very relaxed or stressed #of course he likes being a dead boy detective it's literally what he spent all his time reading #when he's being overly smug and self-important he reminds me of Peter Parker on Venom in Spider-Man 3 #like he thinks he's owning the floor but literally nobody else gets that impression #but then there's other moments where he's - not exactly intimidating but also someone you can't ignore #and he's so passionate about his detective work #just some thoughts #character analysis #he definitely has flaws #but he is also an incredible nerd #twilight-zoned-out #I can definitely see how the original character was supposed to be 12 #but it still works how they did it #his height would definitely not work if he was 12 lol #he liked detectives so now he is a detective #it had to be said

[luckycharms1701]

Headcanons on flirting styles for the rise boys? Fave pick-up lines? Do they even use those? How often to they ignore their dad’s advice lol

okay anon-chan. you deserve better than this tbh. but i have been staring at this shit for over 12 hours now. this is as good as it's gonna get right now. sorry.

Raph:

This poor boy. He tries so hard. But for some reason he can’t understand, he only ever gets numbers when he’s not trying to flirt. (It’s because when he’s genuinely himself, he’s super attractive, but when he flirts… well.) He’d be a natural if he didn’t try so, so hard. But then he wouldn’t be himself, so it’s an eternal catch-22 for him.

He becomes super aware of his size when he approaches someone, and tends to hunch in on himself. This can sometimes come across as condescending, especially if whomever he approaches is sensitive about their height. Never ends well.

If you flirt with him, he’s probably going to look over his shoulder to make sure you’re talking to him and not someone else. He’s going to get shy, probably rub the back of his neck, and blush a lot. It’s going to be absolutely adorable.

He wants to listen to what Splinter tells them about flirting. Unfortunately he doesn’t have the same confidence, and it shows. He uses the right words, but they come across wrong because of tone, body language, or vibe.

Raph would never touch a pick-up line. He’s too straightforward. He will pick his moments to set the mood instead. Waits for a particular song to come on in the club. Makes sure to bump into you in the park while you’re admiring the scenery. It definitely helps sometimes, especially when he remembers to be genuine.

Leo:

So. Leo. He thinks he’s so smooth. I hate to say it, but he can be. He’s managed to score his fair share of numbers. But for every four numbers he gets, he leans on the counter, slips, and falls flat on his face. He gets better as he ages though. He uhhhh gets a lot better as he ages. Smooth like butter even.

He has this way of smoldering at you that either makes you swoon or laugh your ass off. There is no in between. A lot of his flirting relies on his body, because he knows he looks good. He is the face man, after all. So he is incredibly careful with his body language. He also gets this burr in his voice that his brothers make fun of him incessantly for, but really, really does it for whomever he approaches.

If you flirt with him, it’s going to surprise him, but only for a moment. Then that smirk will grace his face and he’ll turn on the charm. It’s going to be hard to tell who approached who after a while.

Lives and dies by Splinter’s flirting advice. Leo of all his brothers is in the best position to follow said advice, and he knows it. It works pretty well for him. He is especially good at the ‘lowering glasses and winking’ trick.

Pick-up line king! It takes a lot of trial and error and workshopping. He is a quick study when it comes to people though so he manages to figure out when and what kind of pick-up line to use. Once that happens he is devastatingly effective with them.

Donnie:

Donnie almost never flirts. He has more important things on his mind. He is covered in bitches (gender neutral) anyway. Does not understand. Usually he gets rid of them with his bluntness, but that makes it worse with some of them? Needless to say he doesn’t go out much.

When he does flirt though? He takes a page from Leo’s book. Or tries to. Clearly he must have the body too, or people wouldn’t flock to him. Unfortunately, his sense of drama is different from Leo’s, so the same tactics don’t work. He doesn’t realize that it’s not necessarily his looks that attract people (they definitely help though).

If you flirt with him, prepare to be at it for a long time. You need to be diligent to get anywhere with him. It’s much easier if you’re cute but mean though, that gets his attention really fast.

Donnie doesn’t even know that Splinter gives them flirting advice.

He tried a pick-up line once. Once. He might outlive the restraining order if he stays healthy.

Mikey:

Mikey is a cutie pie youngest child and he knows it. He can and will use it to his advantage. Unfortunately the type of people that tends to attract- well, they’re not the ones he’s hoping for. Can and will do little tricks with his mystic powers to try and impress the flirtee, much to Draxum’s chagrin.

He studies how Leo flirts a lot, and it helps him attract people who are more his type. He uses cutesy nicknames for people, and he finds that helps too. When he can make them look at him differently with a spicy look or comment, that’s when he knows he’s got their number in his pocket.

If you flirt with him, prepare for the cuteness to be turned up to 10. He’s gonna try and emphasize whatever he thinks brought you to him. You will absolutely fluster the fuck out of him if you call him ‘handsome’.

He listens to Splinter sometimes, and he’s tried a few of the tricks with mixed results. He needs to adapt them in order to match his own personality before they do much for him.

He LOVES cheesy pick-up lines, and uses them liberally. There’s no way he’s interested in someone who doesn’t like cheesy pick-up lines. Although, if they protest but hide a smile, he’s going to try and see what he can do to get them to break. He’s a handful.

#tmnt #rise raph #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey #talking tag #theory tag #so #i have never flirted with anyone seriously and i tend to run away (literally sometimes!) when someone flirts with me #so again not really the person to ask this #but i did my best #and it's midnight and i can't look at this anymore

[blitzxiiru]

I loooooooove your future 2012 AU of the boys. They all look so badass and cool but still them and its so GOOD. I wanna consume them.

I also had some questions if thats okay? What happened to Leo's leg? Did his knee injury gradually get worse and he was like "lol im gonna cut it off" or did he get reinjured in that spot and that was basically the end of the entire leg? Also how old are they in this AU? I know they are supposed to be adults but like in their 20s? I'm just wondering cause their character sheets dont have ages. ALSO LEO BEING THE SHORTEST MADE MY ENTIRE LIFE. (Props to Mikey for finally gaining some height). And I LOVE Donnie's long ass bandana tails, he looks so cool but so dramatic with them its great. Anyway thank you for your time and this beautiful AU!

AIHDDJHDJD THANK YOU SO MUCH IM HAPPY THAT YOU ENJOY THE FUTURE 12 GREMLINS. as traumatised as they are, they’ve worked through it despite some really rough patches. they definitely still have their bad days and nightmares, but they’ve learned to grow together and help each other through those bad times. they’ve changed and grown in their own way ofc, but they needed to relive the teenage years that they’ve lost, that’s why they’re still somewhat themselves in my au :)

LEO’S LEG

it’s actually a mix of both! leo kept pressuring his knee and over the years it gradually became worse — since he kept pushing his knee beyond it’s limits it keeps getting re-injured. the final straw was him snapping his knee again (completely this time) during a nasty fight and had to chop it off. the phantom pains he gets from his missing limb is… horrible, to say the least.

(BUT THAT FIRST SCENARIO YOU MENTIONED WOULD BE SO FUNNY THOUGH. imagine leo waking up one day and going, “oh wow. this knee injury hurts really bad, maybe i should chop it off. lol im actually gonna do it.” cue him barging into donnies lab like “DONNIE. I DEMAND YOU CUT MY LEG OFF” “WHAT?!” “CUT MY LEG OFF IT HURTS” “OF COURSE IT HURTS WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KEEPS INSISTING THAT YOU SHOULD ‘TRAIN’ IT.” “yeah but i think my blood circulation isnt working look my leg is pale” “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK LEO” and boom. leg no more.)

AGES

they should be around their late 20s in this au, i hc that for every season of the show they age one year. so at the start they were like 15, and the show had 5 seasons (granted s5 was a bit messy and was full of aus and past flashbacks, but there was that demodragon arc and stuff) so they would be 20 at the end of the show. specifically they’re like 28 :) they are kinda old but hey at least they don’t have to pay taxes in the sewers…

HEIGHT PROBLEMS

oh god, when raph suddenly had a growth spurt it was horrible for leo. he was relentlessly being teased every single day and raph would NOT let off. and then when MIKEY hit being 1cm taller than leo, the teasing fucking doubled and he was downright miserable. they kept growing while leo was barely getting any height. he’s still their sensei though — and he makes them do extra training as punishment for the relentless teasing :) donnie doesn’t join in on the teasing (sometimes he does) but he does snicker when raph and mikey make jokes about leo’s height. it’s funnier for him because he’s been the tallest out of all of them since day one.

MORE ABOUT DONNIE

and yessss i loved designing donnie! since he was tall everything about his design had to compensate for his height so i figured long mask tails and a long lab coat would do the trick. his brothers were concerned over him tripping on his mask tails but he hasn’t, not even ONCE. he is one graceful, careful boy. he braids it or ties it into a bow whenever he does lab work so it doesn’t accidentally slip into one of his chemicals somehow. sometimes he lets mikey do it for him :)

thank you for the questions anon!!! these were super fun to answer and i hope it helped clarify a little more about the au :))

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #2012 leo #2012 raph #2012 donnie #2012 mikey #leonardo tmnt #raphael tmnt #donatello tmnt #michelangelo tmnt #headcannons!! #future! 12 tmnt #future!au #blitz talks gibberish #asks

[sdvbraindump]

Current SDV Shane & Harvey FF Headcanons

Below are the current headcanons I have going on for my Shane x OC x Harvey fanfic, A Meteorite Among The Stars. FYI these two will be rivals. There will be other characters but these are the main ones that will get the most attention other than my OC 😊

Will update this as the writing progresses-seriously this FF is taking on a life on its own that made me stop writing my other FF with just Shane, which will have separate headcanons.

Also, there are longer versions but cut them out here as they contain spoilers 😝

Name: Shane McHale

Age: 33 going on 34 (birthdate 4/20-yes we're using the 12 months in a year time frame)

Ethnicity: Irish/Welsh

Physical looks (at 33): short black hair (undercut) with dark-green eyes; weight 230 pounds; height 5’9 (I know most people headcanon Shane to be 5’6-5’7 but I’ll give him a break here. He still has the dad bod/love handles with body hair tho lol); has a permanent 5'o clock shadow as he doesn't shave and can't grow a full beard/mustache combo (a few white hairs are there-he been stressed for years)

Body Modifications: a Celtic band on his right bicep he got randomly during his sophomore college (seriously, he got it on a whim because he was with some friends at a tattoo shop during a night out because peer pressure is real. Think one of those super popular tribal tattoos from the 90s but with Celtic knots and that’s it haha); a Celtic Shield knot tattoo in the middle of his upper back (he got before his senior year in college because again peer pressure is real)

Current Jobs: Full-time Stock boy at Jojamart; Part-time ranch hand at Whitehouse Ranch for Marnie

Hobbies: When he gets off work he’s mentally drained and doesn’t have the energy to do much. He’ll play video games, listen to old rock/punk/metal music, and occasionally read but can never keep up with a book and gives up. Also believe that in his twenties he played electric guitar/bass (leaned more towards bass because he thought it would be easier) but stopped because he lost interest as he turned 30 sadly. Honestly he would rather zone out in front of the television or phone so he can be distracted from his current reality (my guy needs a hobby BAD) 

Name: Harvey Theodore Danger Jr, (Yes like the band. His dad named him because he loved the band growing up haha)

Age: 34 going on 35 (birthdate 1/14)

Ethnicity: German/Scandinavian

Physical looks (at 34): wavy light brown hair (also undercut but more full) with hazel eyes; wears tortoise glasses; weight 225 pounds; height 6’1 (he’s not skinny but he’s not chubby either. Definitely has love handles and body hair); has a light brown Chevon handlebar mustache that he takes TREMENDOUS care of (he trims it regularly & uses mustache wax to keep it in place)

Body Modifications: He wanted to get a tattoo in college but couldn’t decide. He ALMOST got one in medical school but lost his nerve. He DID get a piercing in his left ear back in college but removed it when he was in medical school

Current Job: Full-time General Practitioner at Pelican Town Clinic

Hobbies: Reading, building model plane kits, cooking (when he makes time to do it but he admits he’s lazy), also plays the trumpet (he was in high school band and was part of a couple of ensembles in college/med school for fun but now just does it when he’s feeling nostalgic) which led to his love of classical jazz (also listens to classic rock & new age when he thinks no one’s around-has a complex that people will think he’s ‘an old guy trying to relive his youth’ instead of a respectable doctor)

#stardew valley headcanons #stardew valley fanfic #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfiction #sdv fanfiction #writing ideas #stardew shane #stardew harvey #a meteorite among the stars

[cleoselene]

nine favorite albums in no particular order,

tagged by @an-ivy-covered-summer (thank you I love to ramble about music)

Portishead - Dummy - This is probably my favorite album of all time? It's perfect to me. It makes me feel so good, physically and mentally. It's the quintessential 90s album, the definitive trip-hop album, and always makes the list of "25 Albums You Should Own On Vinyl" for a reason. It's immaculate and it spawned a slew of imitators who never ever got close to this kind of quality. I think people also don't appreciate hop much trip-hop/downtempo has influenced today's pop music. SZA's latest album especially felt super trip-hoppy, so did elements of Midnights.

Massive Attack - Mezzanine - if there's one other trip-hop album you should pick up, it's this one. This album benefits greatly from Elizabeth Fraser of Cocteau Twins' ethereal vocals. Every song on this is amazing. When I was playing this album for a friend about a decade younger, he said "oh this is the album with the music from all the movies." lol. Indeed It's been licensed to hell for a reason!

Tori Amos - Scarlet's Walk - Okay I set a rule for myself that each artist would only get one album in this list to avoid putting up nine Tori Amos albums, but Scarlet is my favorite. This road trip across America immediately after 9/11 is one of the first albums to... if not criticize the US response to 9/11, because it was really too early for that, but to be very, very wary of what the response would be. It's an album that expresses sympathy for a wounded nation, while also acknowledging the nation's sins. I think this is one of a few Tori albums that was too high concept for the mainstream audience, but Tori has never been for the mainstream audience, anyway.

Taylor Swift - evermore - Of all the Taylor Swift albums, it was reputation that brought me to the dance and Red that made me fall madly in love. But evermore is her best work. It's perfecting upon the formula she came up with in folklore. Which, don't get me wrong, I love folklore, but with Taylor's obsession with being "sonically cohesive" it's kind of a bummer of an album? I appreciate how the vibes of evermore are more varied. Also, "ivy" is the most beautiful song she's ever written.

Green Day - American Idiot - This album doesn't need much description, it's so well-known, but nothing really compares to how hard this album hit during the height of Bush Era Hell. As a 26 year old when this came out, it felt like my generation was getting our mainstream protest music, finally.

Paul Simon - Graceland - This album won the Grammy for Album of the Year for a reason: it's soooo good. I know there's a lot of drama/controversy surrounding it, but I always felt Paul approached his love of African music from a genuine place. It's such a good midlife crisis album, I understand it now more that I am in midlife than I did when I discovered it at age 12. And the bass line for "You Can Call Me Al" is fucking legendary, isn't it? PS - Paul Simon is the greatest songwriter of all time.

VNV Nation - Automatic - Why was it so hard to pick a VNV Nation album? I really kind of wanted to put last year's Electric Sun in the mix, but I need to let that sit with me before I add it to a list like this. This is the album that brought me to the dance: "Gratitude" is an all-time fave VNV song of hopefulness. "Control" is the dance club banger to end all dance club bangers. I loooooooove this band. I wish there were more futurepop bands out there, tbh, it's SUCH an excellent genre.

Lana del Rey - Norman Fucking Rockwell! - This is Lana's best. It's not really even close. This is one of the best albums of the 21st century. The way "The greatest" so perfectly encapsulates the Trump-era nihilism... I DO want shit to feel the way just like it used to. Kanye West IS blond and gone. We DIDN'T know that we had it all. :( The ache of nostalgia in our current very painful times hits perfectly on this record (WHYYYY don't I own it on vinyl yet??)

Puscifer - Existential Reckoning - So hard for me to pick a Maynard project and not pick TOOL, but Puscifer has become my favorite of his three bands. Existential Reckoning is similar to NFR! in that it captures the political moment. Maynard has never seemed particularly political in his music until this record, which is pretty interesting. ER seems to be advocating for a return to rationality over ideology, of moderation over extremism, of science over faith. It takes a very humanist approach to looking at life in 2020. "Apocalyptica" is probably the craziest song because it sounds like it was written about COVID, but it was not, in fact was written just a few months earlier. "Bedlamite" is the coda to the album that promises hope: It's gonna be all right. When they did this album Live at Arcosanti and sang this song while the sun rose behind them, four days before the 2020 election and Maynard crooned that it would be all right, I looked at my roommate, and I said, "it really is, isn't it?" And we both got kind of overwhelmed. And then a few days later, it was. Trump lost.

I went into way detail >_> told you I like rambling about music

tagging: @swiftzeldas @emmaswanned @brightnshinythings @mariacallous @ouijawaydidhego

#meme

[tatatatatara]

Hmmm 7, 12, 19, 22 and 43 for houtata! I might send you more later just because I love your thoughts about them if that's alright, have a nice day!

Yesss please send me more if you can, that would be delightful 😭💖

7. How often do they say I love you

Houji says it more often because he is the romantic type and Tatara is allergic to verbal confirmation of love. Houji often says "love you" in a casual way like when Tatara does something for him, or when he kisses him goodbye before he's off to work, or when he bids him goodnight. Tatara would only say the L word during their wedding or when he thinks Houji will leave him forever lol, this guy doesn't know how to talk about his feelings.

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent

They are definitely independent! Just a few phone calls or texts are enough for them, though they may feel uneasy in case of a long separation, like about a month. Houji becomes more absent-minded because he misses Tatara, while Tatara gets grumpier but he won't admit it and will snap at anyone points it out

19. Do they wear each other clothes/jewellry?

They basically have the same height (based on anime) and similar body type so they can fit in the other's clothes pretty easy. But Tatara does this more often, to the point of stealing (borrowing and have no intention of returning) because it's not his fault Houji's clothes are comfortable (it costs a fortune). Also Tatara is fascinated by Houji's collection of ring, especially his thumb ring.

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly?

Joking? Yes. Silly? Not quite. They like being sarcastic and roast each other, with Tatara being the dark joke type and Houji the dad joke. For the silly thing, since they are both authority figure and needs to hold a good reputation, I think they would let their guard down when it's only the two of them, as a way of relaxation. Maybe some playful activities like wrestling or teasing, but not something silly and childish I just can't imagine them doing something like that.

43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like

Oohh this is a tough one. I think Tatara never picks outfit for anyone and his sense of fashion is not exactly good so he tends to play safe. He would choose the clothes that Houji wears on a daily basis with neutral colors, nothing special.

Houji, on the other hand, is the pickiest shit when it comes to Tatara. As a dandy who cares about the appearance, he always thinks that Tatara's usual choices of clothes is a waste of his beautiful, well-built body (but he never says it out loud, he still wants to live thank you very much). So whenever he has the chance to pick Tatara's clothes, he does it passionately and makes sure he get the best stuffs, tailored stuffs even, if Tatara is willing to cooperate (spoiler alert: most of the time he won't, he thinks Houji's taste is too extravagant for him)

Yes he tends to pick white because he thinks Tatara looks good in them, just not the Chi She Lian uniform please.

#thank you for the ask!!

[pointlookout]

multiples of 2 and 5 for lori and giorgi he he

cringe!

I. PRE-RELATIONSHIP

2. What was their first impression of each other?

She first met him whilst she was working and honestly she thought he was a try-hard. like the whole night he flirted w/ her and ig she found him funny though (a little) but he tipped well so whatever. From Giorgi’s pov he just found her good looking and charming enough

4. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Giorgi didn’t as he probably saw her as a challenge to see if he could get her to go on a date with him. also the more times he’d been served by her the more he began to like her. Lori rejected him for ages cause of her job and didn’t want to jeopardise it. it was only when she’d met him outside work that she said yes

5. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Lori wouldn't be dead so jot that down ✍️ Giorgi probably wouldn’t have lost his remaining brain cells either

6. What was their "flirting stage" like?

Fairly long?? Idk like 2 months or something. Like I said Lori kept turning him down but for some reason that just made him like her more and to keep asking until she finally agreed. The first few times lori spoke to him she called him George

II. GENERAL

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

they probably went to some fancy bar in the french ward and went dancing after

4. Were they each other's first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

No theyve been around the block a few times esp Lori (marriage be damned) although she probably lied and told Giorgi he was her first official boyfriend lol

5. What is their height difference? Age difference? Do either matter to them?

I think i have Lori as 5’8?? The game had giorgi as 5’11 so theres about 3 inches between them unless Lori is wearing heels and in that case they’re equal height which Giorgi probably hates. Age difference theres a few months between them. lori is a true aries queen. To me Giorgi is a sagittarius. TO ME

6. How do their personalities complement each other? How do they clash?

They're both outgoing. Lori is an aries and Giorgi is a sagittarius and their signs go really well together. Theyre literally both out to have a good time and i think there is a mutual relief that neither of them dont care about settling down etc and make the most of it the best they can. I think though as their personalities are similar its often the reason why they clash a lot and will argue about dumb stuff

8. Who takes the lead in social situations? How are they around each other's friends?

They both have big mouths so they both take the lead which then causes them to get annoyed with the other cause theyre basically battling for attention. Lori teases Giorgi like all the time when theyre around friends (hi Ellis and Danny) and vice versa but sometimes they take it too far by getting too personal until their friends are just there like 🧍‍♂️ okay

10. What are their parallels, whether in their personalities or their histories?

Their personalities are fairly similar cause like I said theyre both outgoing and are wanting to be significant

12. Do they hide anything from each other, big or small?

Lori is literally hiding her entire past from him lol. Alongside that she probably doesnt give too much away in terms of what she does when shes busy. Giorgi is selective about what he tells Lori esp family-related stuff cause like to him she probably wouldnt have much of a clue about mob stuff and even if he does he’ll dumb it down

14. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

Playlist here hehehe

15. What is their most common argument about?

Definitely ori’s flirting. She flirts w/ everyone and was absolutely arranging dates with other people whilst still dating him. To her it didnt mean anything and she was just doing it because she was bored but Giorgi didnt see it that way :/ also Lori will cause arguments over his family because she knows that most of them dont like her and the feeling is mutual

III. LOVE

2. What are their primary love languages?

Physical affection and giving gifts. Lori is pretty hands on w/ affection but only in private shes not ready to embarrass herself in public just yet. Giorgi thinks he can buy Lori’s affection so he often gets her stupid little gifts which have no thought behind them and theyre needlessly expensive as well because money is no object to him apparently

4. How often do they cuddle or engage in PDA?

Yes. but not really in public unless theyre drinking or around close friends.

5. Who initiates kisses? Where is their favorite spot to kiss each other?

Lori will but only if shes drunk lol. Cringing just thinking about it

6. What are their favorite things to do together?

They go out a lot, mostly drinking in bars and going to nightclubs. she’ll sometimes join him if he’s hanging out with Danny and Ellis cause she doesn't have any real friends beyond Sylvie lol. sometimes Giorgi drags her to his family functions but then she’ll leave early cause she’s caused a scene or something (his aunt called her a tramp and Lori threatened to swing for her but somehow shes in the wrong 🙄)

8. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Physical for sure. Lori initiates almost all of it and even then she only does it if she’s tipsy. Lori would probably rather die than tell him to his face that she loves him (she didn’t really anyway) because of her ~issues~ and Giorgi is a Man™️ so verbal affection is non existent. He’ll tell her she looks nice but that’s about it

10. What do they like best about each other?

Giorgi likes her on a physical level and he’ll say it’s her best quality 😒 He likes as well shes not committed to settling down getting married etc she’s just interested in having fun. Lori finds him good looking enough like a 5 or 6/10 or something TO HER. She finds him kind of funny and she likes that he buys her gifts although wishes he put more effort into it

12. Who remembers the little things?

Probably Lori but she’s petty and won’t remind him and when he doesn't remember she’ll get mad

14. Who is more protective? Who would get into a fight to defend the other? Who tends to the other's wounds?

Giorgi will because he knows his name can get him out of almost anything so he’ll do her a favour (his words) in getting her out of situations

15.What gifts do they typically give each other?

I think I mentioned this ages ago but Lori got Giorgi that silly little man bracelet he wears in the game. Even after the break up he still wears it idk why. Apart from that Lori isn’t much of a gift giver and only does it for birthdays and christmas. Giorgi probably buys her stuff she points out in shop windows but Lori moves on quickly so by the time he gets it for her she probably doesnt care about it anymore

IV. DOMESTIC LIFE

2. If they get married, who proposes, and how do they do it? Would they change their surnames?

In my au they get married after Giorgi was sick of his dad going on and on about settling down and he thought Lori was as good as it was going to get. He didnt even propose he just asked her and lori said yes cause 1. money and 2. she knew it would make his family mad. They get married summer of 69 in the casino the weekend it opened and its over the top

4. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like as parents? What are the kids like?

They have 2 Priscilla and Sonny :) Priscilla was born a year or so after Lori and Giorgi get married and Lori was fine with just one child but Giorgi as well as his dad had been angling for a boy 🙄 Sonny is born just under 2 years later and Giorgi was hellbent on naming him after his dad and unfortunately he got his way but Lori calls him Sonny which catches on w/ everyone else eventually. Lori didn’t want to be a parent so soon but she still does her best in raising them. Giorgi is too busy with the casino most of the time so he mostly does half assed parenting. Priscilla probably isn’t keen on either of her parents especially her mom cause they clash all the time and she just does her own thing. Sonny is the biggest mommy’s boy and Giorgi hates it because he wanted sonny to get involved with the family business as he got older but that won’t happen 🤪 Priscilla makes fun of Sonny all the time over Lori coddling him and calls him a baby lol

5. Are either of them the "breadwinner"? Who cooks? Who cleans?

Giorgi is the ‘breadwinner’ ig cause hes in charge of running the casino. Lori does some stuff like cooking when she feels like it but they probably have a housekeeper to clean and stuff so she’s not exactly working hard either

6. Do they have any pets?

Lori keeps her cats until they get old and pass away. After that they don’t have any pets apart from like a goldfish or something cause Sonny got obsessed with them one summer

8. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Lori she hits them with her shoe 🩴🪳

10. Who is more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Neither i think

12. Who likes to dance with, or sing for, the other?

Lori will sing to the radio but only when she’s on her own

14. Who is the one who always says "I don't know" when the other asks where they want to eat?

Lori she’s indecisive :/

15. Who would drive, and who would give directions?

Giorgi drives and Lori is the passenger princess giving the wrong directions whilst the kids fight in the back seat

#thank u dany 💗 #these were fun to answer but i think i got brain damage from it #im booing these people #lori/giorgi #ask

[setaflow]

Get to Know Me

Thanks for the tag @ghostoffuturespast (please take me on a nature walk with you I'll bring granola bars)! In my decade of using this Tumblr I don't think I've ever done this tag prompt so it's nice to get some fresh answers. Let's see...

Are you named after anyone? Technically? My mom was considering a bunch of names for me when she was expecting, the name she would eventually choose being among them (I think the frontrunner at the time was Vanessa), When she went into labor, one of the nurses helping her was an older woman named [insert my name here] and she said "oh there hasn't been a baby named [insert my name here] born in this hospital in 30 years! :)" so my parents eventually picked that one instead of Vanessa. I get that I wasn't technically named after that nurse, but I was definitely named with her influence, and that has to count for something there lol.

When was the last time you cried? Within the last month, not really willing to get that personal here though. On average I'll cry like 3-4 times a year.

Do you have kids? Hell no, could you imagine?

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Only with people I'm close with. It used to be a running joke that I couldn't do sarcasm well-- still really can't, to be honest-- so I really use it sparingly and try to make it obvious if I do.

What sports do you play/have you played? Tons, surprisingly! I was a fairly active kid and dabbled in softball, ballet, soccer, basketball, and fencing at various points in my life. I swam competitively for 12 years, played lacrosse for nearly as long (first as a defender, then as a goalie), and played a little bit of field hockey as well through middle and early high school.

What's the first thing you notice about other people? Height, usually. Comes with having an egregiously tall 6'8 brother-- first thing I do is mentally check if they're taller than him or not.

Eye color? Blueish-gray. I have minor partial heterochromia as well: a streak of light brown in my right eye.

Scary movies or happy endings? I've been getting into scary movies lately! I binge the Dead Meat YouTube Channel at work for background noise and those videos have increased my interest in horror movies over the last few months. I always love that horror movies have interesting horror and trivia behind their productions and hearing the host James detail them all out has really given me a new appreciation for the kinds of work that go into them.

Any special talents? I can bend my elbows more than 180 degrees.

Where were you born? Northern New Jersey, about 15 minutes west of New York City.

What are your hobbies? Writing, reading, cooking/baking, hiking, running, swimming, video games, watching video essays about things I'm interested in, obsessing over New York sports teams.

Do you have any pets? I take care of my roommate's dog from time to time. He's not mine, but he's a sweetie and I'm basically his aunt, so sorta-kinda.

How tall are you? 5'8.

Fave subject in school? It cycled when I was still in school, but they tended to be History and English. I was a really good essay-writer and there are several periods of history I love learning about-- it's probably why I took to the Assassin's Creed series as much as I did-- so depending on the teacher it was usually one of those. I took a few media and film classes in college and I loved those as well-- I love media analysis with all of my heart.

Dream job? Used to be Olympic Swimmer, then Marine Biologist, then SportsCenter anchor. I came really close to achieving a few of those, but alas :P

Tagging @skippygiraffee @beammeupbroadway @trashcatsnark @seraphfighter @clusterfxckedbysirens and @shadesofchaoticenergy if you want to give this a swing!

#Personal #Long Post #Thanks again for the tag!

[sheepie-self-ships]

I posted 612 times in 2022

That's 612 more posts than 2021!

20 posts created (3%)

592 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@pedritcpascalito

@rebeccaselfships

@letsgofoletsgo

@dianthus-lovebomb

@disaster-walking-on-land

I tagged 304 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#sunny ☀️ - 70 posts

#hiromiii �� - 55 posts

#toshi 🌻 - 50 posts

#montyy ⭐️ - 40 posts

#moony 🌙 - 18 posts

#ninasrandomships - 12 posts

#murder gf ♥️ - 12 posts

#the robo dad friend ⚡️ - 11 posts

#evil toshi 🥀 - 9 posts

#tag game - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#there’s also kinda mettaton but he feels more like an ex i still like? i haven’t interacted with ut content in years but i still love them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hellou! :] here's a gush pass 🤲✉️. gush about whoever is on your mind today!!

:0c hi!! I love ur blog!

uhM honestly sunny has been pretty Present as of late and I just think hes so cute like 🥺🥺 I was reading some of the hcs i rb’ed and they made him sound the sweetest. He’s just such a little ray of sunshine (well… yeah he’s supposed to be the sun lol) and I’m so happy I found him :) even if he’s a robot lol

2 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#4

Headcanon: Monty listens to Ariana grande

13 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

#3

HEY HEY HEY!

I’m Sheepie, this is my self ship blog :) hi! I use they/them pronouns, please respect that!!

DNI IF:

- you are LGBTQ+ phobic and all that follows that

- you are a MAP and all that follows that

- want to start drama/discourse, no one has time for that!! Go do something that makes you happy!!

- don’t like self inserts, self shipping, etc. How’d you even get here then???

- (this is more of a BYF but still) if you are uncomfortable sharing F/Os (See my F/O list to check!)

F/O List under the cut!!

Romantic F/Os

I’m comfortable sharing all of them!! If you aren’t tho that’s chill, ik my blog probably isn’t for everyone ^-^*

☆ Star emojis are for my favorites! ☆

~☆~

☆ TOSHINORI YAGI/ALL MIGHT ☆

Boku No Hero Academia

tag: #toshi 🌻

villain AU/All Smite tag: #evil toshi 🥀

status: Fiancé :))

~☆~

☆ HIROMI HIGA/SHADOW ☆

Sk8: The Infinity

tag: #hiromiii 🌺

status: Boyfriend

~☆~

☆! SUNDROP/DAYCARE ATTENDANT !☆

Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

tag: #sunny ☀️

Poly tag (with Monty): #glittergolf and their human ☀️🐊🌸, #glittergolf ☀️🐊

status: Boyfriend

~☆~

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14 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#2

Hihi this has definitely been done before but i wanted to make a post on this blog 👉🏻👈🏻

anywayssss put the song you associate with your F/O or the song that is you guys’ couple song???

I put mine under the cut because I wanted a few

im gonna say whoever wants to can rb with theirs but ill also tag some ppl ^-^)b

@ninasrandomships @rebeccaselfships @fictofriend @my-self-ship-wonderland @mothy-selfships

All Might: i just like the song and it reminds me of him <3

Shadow: we both work at flower stores!!! and its just a cool song

Sunny: its just a really him song and i like knowing hes there for me no matter what <3

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18 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i saw this and wanted to try it but I didn’t wanna reblog a version I wasn’t tagged in so :,) anyways I’m doing this for toshi <3

Directions: Highlight/Bold the tropes that apply to you and your romantic F/O.

height difference • mutual pining • first kiss • first love • wedding • in-jokes • lgbt+ • family disapproves • friends disapproves • would die for each other • fake relationship • arranged wedding • cuddlers • pda friendly • and they were roommates • secret relationship • opposing world views • opposing personalities • opposing goals • getting a pet • have kids • grow old together • relationship failures • rest head on shoulder • share a bed • token dummies • relationship doubts • they have a song • first date • share a jacket • sharing a blanket • mutual interests • study buddies • bathing together • crash into hello • accidental nudity • laundry • same hobbies • cooking for each other • big fancy gala • sibling rivalry • hair stroking • dancing • laying in the grass • watching stars together • watching the other sleep • shared values • friends to lovers • enemies to lovers • lovers to enemies • childhood friends • slow burn • love triangle • toxic relationship • sitting on each other's lap • can't be together • hugs • forehead touches • neck kisses • car/motorbike rides • compliments • nicknames • falling asleep together • late night talks • gifts

tags: @ninasrandomships @trope-madness @mothy-selfships @rebeccaselfships @my-self-ship-wonderland and anyone else who wants to do this <3 (you also don’t have to if you don’t want to :>)

21 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

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[purplelupins]

Okay so I have an idea for a smut one-shot with Sirius, if that's alright... so, basically, Sirius and y/n are both in the order of the phoenix and have a 'will they/ won't they' thing going on that almost everyone knows about except oblivious Harry lol. One day y/n decides to tease Sirius so much, that he'll have to do SOMETHING about it, but what she didn't expect was that Sirius would tease back. So it becomes a game of who will snap first, with some delicious steamy smut at the end.

I loved this so much. Probably my favourite, definitely my longest at 7K+! I hope you enjoy!!!

The Tease

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Age gap. Smut with plot. Slight choking, low-key breeding kink. Sirius being way too hot. 18+

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It was barely a year after y/n had graduated from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry when her life was flipped on its head. News of the return of the Dark Lord raged through the Wizarding World, high and low.

She was sat in a corner of the Leaky Cauldron, nursing a cider when the sound of her name perked her ears. She turned at the sound, and a bright smile broke out across her face.

“Professor Lupin!” Y/n stood and walked to the tall man who was just a few tables away.

She wrapped her arms around him the best she could with his height.

“Not professor anymore I’m afraid. Just Remus.” He pulled away and gazed at the bright young witch he had the pleasure of teaching for her last year.

Y/n took his hand, “Professor or not, YOU were the best Defence Against the Dark Arts professor I ever had. And I had seven.” She laughed, “Come and sit with me.” Gesturing to her table, he followed.

“That’s very kind of you, y/n.” Remus sat with his drink and removed his coat.

“Well, you were always very kind to me, Remus. I can only return it.” She smiled.

They settled in and sat in comfortable quiet. Remus spoke first.

“Now what has a gifted young witch like yourself been up to? Any future prospects?” Lupin leaned back, happy to see a familiar face.

Y/n smiled, a touch of melancholy in her eyes.

“Well I’ve actually been doing a few things. I have been working up to becoming an Auror’s apprentice, and I’ve also been tutoring. Trying to help the future generations out…especially now that…well.” Y/n trailed off. She had heard many a whisper of Voldemort’s return. It was a touchy subject among most, so she learned to not bring it up.

But Remus perked up at her mention. Did she know?

“Now that…?” He prodded.

Y/n sighed and leaned forward.

“Now that…you-know-who is back.” Her whisper was low, but she saw how Remus almost looked elated. “ It’s pitiful- no one is doing anything. Fudge has his damn head in the sand…”

“Y/n…if you are interested, I know a way for you to help.” He confided, knowing she would be perfect for the Order. Young and full of fresh ideas.

Y/n smiled, “Please tell me.”

“Have you ever heard of the Order of the Phoenix?”

-

Y/n quickly ran up the steps to the large brick building, a familiar wave of relief washed over her.

12 Grimmauld Place.

It had become such a welcomed safe place for her since joining the Order. Y/n opened the door and quickly walked in, shrugging off her coat as she walked down the hall. Not looking where she was going as she unwrapped her scarf, y/n bumped right into someone, “So sorry!” She gasped.

Y/n regained her vision just in time to feel two hands on her shoulders, “That’s alright, darling.” Sirius turned her just enough for him to squeeze by her, and walked past her into the kitchen. Y/n gazed after him longingly with the touch of his fingers burned into her skin.

Sirius Black.

The charming, wicked, adventurous commanding, devilish menace of her heart. Since the day Remus had first brought her there, she had lost any and all sense of reason as soon as she laid eyes on the man. She had heard of him, of course, for the majority of her life , as a criminal. When Lupin introduced him to her, she was just about ready to pass out, letting a soft whisper out “Sirius Black…” it was so quiet she barely heard it herself, but he did. Sirius heard everything.

Now, each time she was there, he had begun to make it a point to toy with the sweet girl. He saw how she would flick her eyes to him consistently. Blushing when he would catch her.

“Remus you never told me about this darling girl. Keeping he for yourself?” He had winked at her. Remus had rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Sirius can you please control yourself?” Lupin had sighed.

Sirius had turned to her and whispered, “Never been a strong suit of mine.”

Y/n had blushed and ducked her head. He revelled in it.

Now, as she hung her coat up, ready for her usual war of wits with the man, she squared her shoulders, and stepped into the kitchen where several other Order members sat and stood, speaking amongst themselves. The only seat was the one to the right of the devil himself.

Sirius sat at the head of the table, one arm on the back, the other holding a glass of apricot brandy. He knew very well that if y/n chose to sit, she would have no choice but to be seated next to him. Precisely where he wanted her.

You’re well over a decade older than her, old man.

He hummed at the thought.

But a man can dream.

And tease.

And play.

Y/n smirked. She knew what he was doing.

Two can play, Mr. Black.

Pulling out the chair, y/n seated herself quietly, not paying any mind to the man next to her.

A pie sat in the middle of the table, “Molly?” Y/n called to the witch down the table who was in conversation with Remus and her husband. She turned, as did the other two heads aforementioned.

Remus smiled warmly at her, “Y/n! I didn’t hear you come in.” Y/n returned the smile. Lupin was decidedly a favourite of hers, especially since growing to know him, and subsequently Sirius.

“You need to sharpen those ears of yours, old man!” They laughed softly at their inside joke.

Y/n had taken to calling him ‘old man’ for a while now. It all started when he wouldn’t stop talking down about himself one night, saying how he was used and old news. Spent. Y/n had been quick to chastise him; telling him he was stupid to think that and that age was just a number and it was more about what you felt inside than anything else. She remembered the glint in Sirius’s eyes as he had sat across from them, listening to her rant to his old friend. He thoroughly enjoyed her view on that point.

Now she used the term as an endearing term. Reminding him that he is, in fact, the opposite.

Y/n turned her attention back to the matriarch of the Weasley family, “Molly did you make this beautiful pie?”

She nodded, rolling her eyes, “I did and it lasted not 5 seconds before these greedy boys dug in.” She gestured to the members around her. Indeed there was only a few pieces left.

Y/n put on her sweetest smile, “Mind if I take a slice? Pretending to flirt all day is exhausting work.”

“You don’t need to ask, dear. Go right ahead.” Molly smiled and turned back to Arthur and Kingsley.

Success. Y/n summoned a plate and stretched over the table, giving Sirius a lovely view of her body. He look a long sip of his brandy, watching her. Remus glanced at him and gave Arthur an elbow, telling him to look over. They exchanged an exasperated stare at one another that said “Are we going to have to lock them in a room to sort this out?”

Y/n sat back down, pie happily infront of her; she was just about the take a bite when a hand reached out and snuck a swipe at the sweet filling. Y/n looked over at Sirius as he raised his fingers to his lips, letting them disappear inside his mouth. Y/n’s mouth felt dry and her lips opened ever so slightly at the sight of him.

Cheeky.

“Mr. Black if you wanted a taste, you could have just asked.” She went back to the sweet, trying not to look at him.

“Is that all I need to do, darling?” He said in that smooth voice of his, not even batting an eye or missing a beat.

A blush rose over y/n’s cheeks and she almost choked on the pie in her mouth.

The rest of the Order shook their heads at them. Every time.

Y/n chose to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, turning her gaze down the table to the conversation happening that held far more relevance to the meeting.

Alastor sat at the other end of the table, y/n hadn’t seen him yet. She gave him a small wave, which he grunted at and said , “Any news, l/n?”

Y/n shook her head. Since Remus had recruited her months ago, she had become their main inside person amongst the ministry. She was young and unassuming, so no one thought much of her. It was amazing what people would say freely around those they looked down upon or those they flirted with.

“It’s not good, Moody.” She ran her fingers through her hair. Sirius leaned forward to listen, “I swear if someone else doesn’t do it, I’m going to deck Fudge.”

Sirius let out a bark of a laugh, earning him a stare from the rest of the room. He looked away, and back to the young witch speaking, “Fudge is so damn terrified of losing his shiny position as Minister that he’s spoon-feeding lies to every department about You-Know-Who’s return. There was this one bloke I overheard saying that rumours are spreading of the events at the Triwizard Tournament being nothing but a hoax and that Cedric Diggory did it for attention. The boy is dead!” She cried, pushing the pie away. Y/n placed her chin in the palm of her hand and rested it on the table. Sirius placed a hand on her knee, rubbing small circles there- it was surprisingly reassuring. Y/n looked over at him with a small, grateful smile.

“Some days are easier than others. I swear if I have to brush Lucius Malfoy off me again I may vomit.” She shuttered at the memory of the man and how he always seemed to be in every file room she visited. Cornering her constantly.

Sirius clutched his glass tightly at the thought of that wanker touching her as if she was his to be possessive of.

“Perhaps you could take a break from intel work for a while, dear? Do some work here?” Molly piped up. Y/n hadn’t thought of it, but that may be what she needed.

“That does sound like a dream, Molly. I’m just worried it may just spur Malfoy on. Like I’m…playing hard to get.” Y/n hung her head in her hands.

Oh because you would never do that, would you, pup?

A smirk threatened to appear on Sirius’s lips. Sirius cleared his throat to stop himself from apparating right there to Malfoy Manor.

Arthur nodded his head, “Actually, y/n we were talking just before you arrived about that. You’ve done so much for the Order for the past few months that we never could have…why don’t you take a week off from the Ministry. I’ll put in a word for you and take over where needed.” The other members nodded.

Y/n squinted at them.

Remus caught on, “And no it is not because you’re the youngest member. You run circles around the lot of us every day.”

Sirius smirked, but felt a pang in his chest.

She was young.

Y/n sighed and nodded her head. She supposed it was best, just for a week.

-

The first day she stayed at 12 Grimmauld Place was a long one. Y/n had taken to remain on the move when it came to living situations, so settling into the house was easy enough. Molly had taken the children out to blow off some of their energy that had been accumulating over the summer. The twins apparating all around the house was enough to drive their poor mother over the edge.

Y/n had almost bumped into Kreacher as she descended the long staircase down to the kitchen. It was still terribly early- sleep had evaded her greatly. Finally at the last step, y/n happily walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. She had just finished brewing it when someone cleared their throat behind her. Y/n’s hairs stood on end and she turned quickly at the noise. Sure enough, Sirius Black was sat at his usual spot at the table, a cup of tea or coffee already in hand.

Had he been there the whole time?

“Good morning, darling.” He spoke, but y/n barely heard him. She was too busy trying not to look at how his shirt was buttoned lower than usual and his sleeves were rolled up, clearing showing his many tattoos and muscles. Y/n flicked her eyes to every irresistible detail of Sirius Black in the morning that she didn’t even register that he saw her stare.

Enjoying the view, sweet girl?

Y/n blushed and have him a small, shy grin; well aware of the fact that she was just in a sleep shirt and an open robe. A chill ran up her legs to her core under his gaze.

“Morning, Mr. Black.” She murmured sleepily.

Sirius decided her voice in the morning was his new favourite sound. It was so sweet, gentle and small. But her calling him Mr. Black always stuck out to him. She never addressed any of the other members by their last name.

It’s didn’t bother him entirely, but a part of it always reminds him of their difference in age. The other part wondered if she enjoyed it. He wondered if she would breathe it out in a sigh. He wondered if it excited her, and made her slick with wetness-

“Do you want a refill?” She held the coffee pot up and scratched her head as she still woke up.

Sirius grinned, “Thought you’d never ask, love.”

Y/n walked over to him, rubbing some sleep from her eyes. He never removed his eyes from her, and she was highly aware of it; y/n bent over slightly to pour the warm liquid into his cup, which let Sirius have a moment to look down the undone buttons at the top of her shirt to see she wore no bra. He sucked in a sharp breath.

Careful old man.

Y/n placed the pot down and went to take out a bowl from the top shelf; she decided upon pancakes for breakfast. The bowl, however, was just out of reach. She let out a sigh, and was about to summon her wand when she felt Sirius press up against her from behind; his arm reaching past hers and grasping the dish, placing it down next to them. Y/n could feel his breath on her neck, his stubble tickled her skin; it took all of her self control to not hop onto the counter and let the older man take her right there.

Y/n turned her head, slowly moving to face him. He didn’t budge. Y/n was positive they were breathing the same air, and Sirius could see that blush rise over her cheeks.

“Thank you.” She managed to whisper. Sirius flicked his eyes to her lips, then back up to her eyes. He brushed a piece of hair from her face, letting his hand linger a moment too long. Y/n did her best to not close her eyes at his touch.

“Any time, pup.” He murmured, then took a step back, and grabbed his coffee, “Great brew by the way, love. Might need to employ you full time for that.” He called over his shoulder as he left the room.

Y/n couldn’t move.

Pup?

-

Y/n sat anxiously at the table, surrounded by the order. Across from her was Severus, as well as some faces she didn’t know, next to her was Sirius and Remus. Kingsley, Moody and Tonks were on their way back from the Dursley’s with Harry in tow.

The voices around her faded in and out as she struggled to keep up with who was speaking; Everyone shouted over one another. They poured over newspapers and letters from informants, trying to discern a plan of action, but things were a mess. Everything was a mess.

“There's been no sightings.No deaths. No proof.” Someone said, the idiot.

“He almost killed Harry. If that isn't proof enough...”

“Yes, but guarding you-know-what is the most important...”

“We must trust Dumbledore on this.” Arthur argued.

“Was he able to protect Harry last year?”

“Well, tonight I say it's time to take action.”

“Cornelius Fudge is a politician first and a wizard second.” Remus chided, “His instinct would be to ignore it...”

“Keep your voices down.” Molly cried.

“He's getting stronger and stronger by the minute. We have to act now.” Sirius trailed off, gazing out to the door way. Y/n followed where everyone was staring. Harry. Kingsley, Tonks and Moody shuffled in, making the already crowded kitchen more packed. Molly hurried out of the room to shut the door and greet the boy.

“Harry!” Y/n heard her say. He was like another son to her, she must have been worried sick after those dementors attacked him. She was back in a moment, her eyes terrified and full of grief.

The Order members let out a collective sigh. They were scared and didn’t know who to trust. A war within a war.

Sirius lowered his tone, “If anyone has the right to know, it’s Harry. If it wasn’t for Harry we wouldn’t even know Voldemort was back. He’s not a child Molly.”

The Weasley matriarch scoffed, “Well he’s not an adult either! He’s not James, Sirius.”

Sirius shook his head and rubbed his brow, “Well, he’s not your son.”

Molly crossed her arms, “He’s as good as. Who else has he got?”

The man stared up at her, “He’s got me.”

It was Severus’s turn to scoff, “How touchingly parternal, Black. Perhaps Potter with grow up to be a felon, just like his godfather.”

Low blow, Snape.

Outraged, Sirius shot back, “Now you stay out of this Snivellus.”

“Why don’t you tell him about your supposed reformation?” Severus sneered.

“I know better.” Sirius fumed.

“So why don’t you tell him?” The potions master challenged him, raising a brow.

The men glared daggers at one another. Y/n decided to pipe up and end the rivalry.

“Gentlemen!” She raised her voice, looking at both men, and the room fell quiet, “I do believe this is a meeting for the Order of the Phoenix, NOT a place for past grudges.” She eyed them. Sirius would be lying if the stern glare she gave him didn’t make him grow a little too warm, “We do not need to be present for that. Harry does need to know Sirius, and I agree with Professor Snape. Sorry Molly.” She glanced at the elder witch, she nodded defeatedly, “He’s a young man with the weight of the Wizarding world on his shoulders and he barely even knows why.” She sighed, “And Sirius Orion Black act your age. There is no need for name calling here.”

Severus smirked, an approving gaze directed at the young witch across the table from him. Sirius fumed. Not at y/n- she was right. Too right. She was more levelheaded than most adults twice her age. But at Snape. How dare he challenge him, and how dare he stare at her like that. He was her ex-professor for Merlin’s sake. Old enough-

To be her father? You are too Sirius.

Remus slowly stood after a moment, “I suppose that’s it then? Meeting adjourned.”

The room filled with various murmurs and conversations of all types as members filed out of the house. Y/n stood and left the kitchen to call down the kids upstairs; just as she took a breath to shout to them, she was bumped into by non other than Severus Snape himself. Y/n blushed at the incident; a tiny smirk played on his face. He had seen how Sirius had been holding her in his gaze the entire night. It was almost endearing.

“Quite the sharp tongue you have grown, Miss l/n.” His silky voice filled her ears. Y/n never had an issue with him in her years at Hogwarts. She was a good enough student and when she needed clarification, she asked instead of cowering in fear. She was fairly certain he respected that.

“I just don’t appreciate foul play, professor.” She said with a small smile, “We’re all scared.”

“Severus.” He said simply, shifting closer to y/n as Moody limped out the door, grumbling something under his breath.

It took y/n a moment to realize what Snape had meant, “Oh, right. I suppose you’re no longer my superior…feels a little odd.” She laughed to herself.

What most didn’t see was that a certain member of the Black family was watching their interaction. And that a certain lycan was watching him watch her. Remus was about ready to shake him by the collar to make him do something. Anything.

Y/n found it almost refreshing to speak to the potions master; he was a highly educated man and never held back his opinions. Some of his blunt comments had made her almost choke in the past.

“Did you know that Severus means severe and stern in Latin?” She asked, a random fact she had found out over her years at Hogwarts.

He quirked an eyebrow, “Indeed. And I believe yours means-“

“We’re eating in the kitchen tonight!” Molly poked her head out and called up the stairs. “Oh, sorry dears.” She added before disappearing again. Severus gave her a pointed look, cursing her for that.

Sirius silently thanked her. Snape had to go.

“It was lovely seeing you, Severus. I hope you’re keeping well.” She placed her hand on his arm and smiled up at the man.

Sirius, gripped his glass to the point of almost breaking.

“Likewise. I do believe you have my address should you ever need to…escape.” He said pointedly, glancing around the dark house.

“You’re too kind, sir. I’ll keep that in mind.” She nodded, “May I walk you out?” Y/n could hear the children coming down the stairs and knew the interaction between them and Snape wouldn’t be pleasant; the man was miserable enough as it was.

What no one knew, however, what that she saw Sirius staring- smoke almost coming out of his ears. Y/n was thrilled.

Serves you right for taking some of my pie, Black.

Besides, Severus was a handsome man and not the worst company so it wasn’t like she had to force herself to be sweet to him. Sirius’s jealousy was simply a bonus.

The man gave her a curt nod in response, and y/n extended her arm for him to go ahead of her. She followed him out and bade him goodnight. Severus took her hand and kissed her knuckles gently in the doorway. He smirked when he saw Sirius stand in anger from the table out of the corner of his eye.

“Until next time, Miss l/n.” He said.

“Y/n.” Y/n smiled, correcting him.

Severus, gazed at her for a moment, smirked and apparated.

Y/n shut the door and rubbed her arms from the chill of the evening, coming back down the hallway. The kitchen door was closed, making the hall even darker. She tripped over something left on the floor but was quickly caught by two arms slamming into the wall behind her, pinning her in place. Y/n gasped and stared up into the waiting grey eyes that pierced through the darkness.

“Second time I’ve caught you in my arms tonight, love. You’d better be careful.” Sirius whispered in her ear. Shivers went up and down her spine.

Fight back y/n.

“Or what?” She hissed out, feeling herself grow warm.

That’s it?

His warmth and scent was too much, making her mind cloudy. In the quiet, she was enjoying how his breath fanned across her face, the faint smell of brandy on his tongue. All it would take was to lean forward just a few inches-

“Or I’ll just have to transform you into a cat and have you sit on my lap. Permanently.” He finished, a deadly smirk on his lips. Sirius could feel her heart pounding against his chest as he pressed against her. If he just slipped his hand into her hair and leaned closer he would be able to taste that delectable mouth of hers that he only dreamt about.

Y/n lost that round.

Then as quickly as he had been there, he disappeared down the hall to the kitchen, casting a look over his shoulder as if to say “coming?” Y/n took a deep shaky breath.

Pull yourself together woman!

This old dog needed to be taught a lesson.

Y/n went to the washroom for a moment, and fixed her hair, and straightened her shirt. She wasn’t wearing anything terribly special since she had been taking a week off from ministry work. Just a chunky, well-worn cardigan and a pair of weathered burgundy jeans, and boots. She stared at herself, wondering if she could do anything that may torture the man. There wasn’t much, so she pushed her sleeves up, and gathered her hair into a bun to show her neck.

Good enough.

Y/n walked out and took a breath. She could hear the chatter of the boys as they ate their dinner. Y/n walked through the door and sat next to Sirius, he eyed her. She had put her hair up-

Oh very good, pup. Trying to win this, are we?

Y/n took a plate and gathered a spread of dinner, sitting back down. She turned to Sirius and looked him dead in the eye, “Shall I fix you a plate as well, or are you going to insist upon slipping another finger into what’s mine?”

He paused with his drink sitting at his lips.

“You know, I am feeling quite ravenous, I don’t believe just a finger will be enough to satisfy me.” He shot back.

Molly gaped at them, shooting a look at Remus to do something.

Y/n silently put a plate together for him. Just as he was about to take a bite, y/n took his glass and sipped happily at the amber liquor. She took one more sip, and ran her tongue gently along the edge as she did. Sirius bit his inner cheek to stop himself from saying anything. Instead, once she returned the glass, he locked eyes with her and drank from the exact same spot as she had placed her lips.

Y/n turned away, trying to focus on the conversation at the other side of the table. It seemed everyone was acutely aware of what was going on, except for Harry.

The rest of them were used to it at this point.

Just another night.

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The next morning, y/n slept in late. She stretched and groaned as her muscles popped. Y/n made her usual slow decent down the stairs, but just as she was passing one of the landings, she noticed one of the doors was ajar, and sunlight seemed to pour out of it. Y/n did her best to keep quiet and tip toed over to it to see if someone was in there. What she saw took her breath away.

It was Sirius’s study. A large window sat at the far wall, letting in the August sun; and there he stood, gazing out past the glass. He wore that long coat of his and a shirt that y/n could barely say was buttoned. His hair was brushed back in it’s beautiful curls.

Y/n felt her heartbeat pick up with every second she stood there watching him, choosing to turn away and lean against the wall next to the door. Then, she had an unfortunate realization: she had to walk past the door in order to get downstairs. Y/n honestly considered turning around and going back to the room she slept in, but her stomach said otherwise.

She let out a defeated sigh, and went to quickly walk past the door-

“-it’s not polite to stare, pup.”

Y/n jumped. He was standing right there in the doorway. How had she not heard him? Y/n was frozen. Caught.

“I-I-I was just-“ she stammered.

“Oh were you? Sounds fascinating.” He said with a smirk. Sirius slipped his hands into his pockets and enjoyed watching her.

What a sight she was…so full of life and youth. It made his heart ache. Ever since he laid eyes on her, he felt as if the past decade didn’t happen. As if he was never sent to Azkaban and his world wasn’t torn apart. She filled him with sunlight.

Y/n could barely say anything with her mind clouded by sleep and the smell of him.

“I’m…I’m going to make some coffee.”

Wow. Powerful rebuttal.

The smirk on his face only widened, “You do that, darling.”

Y/n nodded and unfroze herself, springing down the stairs to try and wake her mind up.

Once she was padding her way through the kitchen, she noticed something.

The house was quiet.

Then she remembered that this morning was Harry’s hearing. It was preposterous that they were even going through with taking him through this process. He was a boy.

Y/n shrugged off her robe and tossed it over the chair closest to her. The button up shirt she wore was enough without the young ones around. Not that they cared; y/n had caught the twins enjoying her bare legs in the morning on more than one occasion. Ron once had to leave the room. So from then on, she kept the robe.

After a few moments of waiting for the coffee to finish, she stretched her arms high above her head and let out a satisfied moan. Y/n figured that she would be returning to her usual duties for the Order in a few days, and wanted to make the most of the time. She poured herself a cup, then paused and poured a second in case Sirius wanted some.

Y/n wandered through the house, and found herself in the library- a small room just off the living room. She ran her fingers along the spines, enjoying the quiet. After a moment, she grasped one and slowly wandered out back to the kitchen. Y/n distractedly placed her cup down on the table as she opened to the first page. It seemed to be an old book analyzing literature.

Y/n almost jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She dropped the book and turned quickly.

Sirius stood just a few inches away, his hand wandering to the small of her back. His eyes were dark.

“S-Sirius? I didn’t hear you come in.” She stammered.

He was silent.

After a moment, Sirius backed her to the table until it dug into her thighs. Y/n stared at the older man, not knowing what to do and trying to ignore what she wanted to do.

He leaned to her ear, “What is it you want, pup?” He whispered.

That name sent nothing but heat down to her core.

“I don’t know what you-“

“What I mean?” He finished, pulling away enough for her to see him. “I am a man who is old enough to have fathered you, love. But I do not have any such paternal thoughts towards you.”

Y/n pinched her brows together, “You…”

A predatory grin smoothed over his lips, “You think all this has been a game, darling? You think I haven’t wanted to act on the thoughts you give me?” He growled out.

She swallowed, “W-what stopped you?”

“Well that’s why I’m here. I need to know what you want. Because if this was just child’s play to you, I’m happy to continue. It’s damn good fun toying with you. But if you want something else-“

“You.” Her mouth said before she could stop it.

He raised a brow.

“I-I want you, Sirius.” Y/n breathed out, heart drumming against her ribs. “I want…I need you. Ever since I laid eyes on you all I can think of is you.”

“How do you want me?” He whispered, needing to know more.

She let out an exasperated sigh.

It was her turn to lean forward to his ear, “I want you in the sense that I want to dig my nails into your skin. I want you in the sense that I need you to mark me as yours.” She placed a small kiss on his neck.

One last tease.

And that was all it took. He snapped.

Sirius pushed her back onto the table, and wrapped her legs around his hips. He brought his lips down onto hers deliberately, smoothing his tongue over her lip. Y/n gasped and tightened her legs as she felt him taste her. Her hips began to rock against him in need; months of pent up want finally spilling over.

Sirius growled and pulled away, shrugging off his coat; y/n took the opportunity to grasp his shoulders and latch her lips onto his neck, kissing the tattoos there like she had imagined with her hand between her legs. The older man let out a low moan and wove a hand into her hair, pulling her away and tilting her head up to look at him. “You want this, love?” He rasped.

Y/n did her best to nod, but he pulled again, “Words, pup.”

Tears began to form in her eyes with want, “Yes!” She gasped.

“Louder.” He commanded, a smirk spreading his lips.

“Yes I want you.” She tried to say, but she could barely get the words out.

“Say my name.”

Y/n closed her eyes to try and calm herself.

“Eyes open, darling.” He chided.

She opened them, “S-Sirius.”

“I can’t hear you puppy. I’m an old man, remember?You’ll just have to scream it.” He whispered into her ear. He moved his free hand down to her back, drawing her closer, and began to move himself against her core, a slow torture.

A moan came from her lips before she could stop it.

“Come, come now. I haven’t got all day, darling.” He stilled his movement and she let out a delicious whine.

“Sirius!” She cried out.

“Who do you belong to, pup?” He growled.

“Sirius Black! Merlin- please! I’m yours.” Y/n could barely think anymore.

He smirked, “There’s my good girl. Such an obedient pup.” He cooed to her.

“S-Sirius please! I-I need- ah!”

Sirius ripped her shirt open, and pushed it off her shoulders, sucking at the skin on her neck. Y/n grasped his hair as he nipped and sucked every inch he could reach; dark marks covering every part of her skin.

His.

He grasped her waist and drew circles on her ribs as he returned his lips to hers. Y/n quickly began pulling at his shirt and trousers, needing to feel more. A low rumble came from his chest, “My, my you’re eager. Been waiting for this a while?”

Y/n nodded.

“Have you pleasured yourself thinking about me? Under my roof?” He slowly slipped a hand down to her hip.

“Yes, sir.” She breathed.

“How?” He pushed.

She blushed, “I-I touch myself-“

Sirius tsked her, “I said tell me.”

“I-I’ve b-been fingering myself. It never helps much though.��� Y/n managed.

He hummed, “Like this?”

Sirius slid his hand down past her panties, circling a finger around her sensitive bud. Y/n threw her head back and gasped, “Yes!”

“Have you ever thought about anyone else? Touched yourself to the thought of another older man, you dirty girl?” He growled.

She shook her head.

“No, you’re my good little girl aren’t you? Just waiting for me to come and fill you up, hm?”

Y/n was sure she would pass out. Then Sirius grinned, eyes dancing, and slipped a long finger inside her, pumping it in and out in a punishingly slow pace.

“Does that feel good, puppy? You like my fingers inside you?” He murmured in her ear.

“Yes sir.” Was all she could get out. Her hips rocked onto his hand, desperate for his touch.

“You feel how wet you are, darling?”

She nodded.

“You want more, don’t you?” He nipped her ear.

Y/n nodded again, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“You want my cock inside you? You want me to fill you up with my cum until it leaks down your legs?” His voice began to thicken with desire, and he rocked his hips against her leg.

“Yes! Merlin, yes! P-please!” She begged.

Sirius smirked and with a wave of his hand, his clothes were gone. Y/n’s mind and eyes were dizzy and fuzzy. She could barely see straight from the pleasure building inside her. Much to her disappointment, he removed his fingers from her, but then to her delight he replaced it with the head of his thick, veiny cock- teasing her lips as he wetted it.

“Look at me, darling.” He instructed her, “I don’t know how gentle I can be…it’s been so long…You’re sure, little one?” He gazed at her, holding her cheek. It had indeed been a very, very long time.

Y/n nodded, “Please. I need you.” Every inch of her body was on fire with desire.

With that, he nodded and began to push inside her, inch by inch; feeling her stretch around him. Squeezing him tight.

“Good puppy.” He growled out as he pushed all the way inside her. He stilled for a moment to let her adjust. He had forgotten the feeling of being inside a woman, and he didn’t think he would ever be able to now. She would be seared into his mind. Sirius began to pull out slowly.

“S-Sirius-Ah!” Y/n moaned.

“Are you going to be my good pup?” He murmured against her lips.

“Yes!” She cried.

“Say it.” He bucked his hips and began thrusting into her faster, until he was pounding her into the table.

“I’m your good pup, sir!”

“You’re mine. Say it!”

“I-I’m y-yours!” She could feel that tight warmth begin to build in her core. It was like nothing she had ever felt. No matter how many charms she tried, nothing matched this. It got to the point that she couldn’t help the moans that spilled from her lips.

Sirius bit into her shoulder, marking her there too. He lost himself in the tightness squeezing his cock tighter and tighter with every rut of his hips.

“Good girl.” He moaned.

“I-I’m close!” She cried out.

Sirius revelled in it, “You’re going to come on my cock like the good girl you are? Let go pup, come for me.” He growled into her ear.

“I-I-Merlin! I’m c-coming!” She moaned.

“Say my name!” He rasped.

“Sirius!” She screamed.

Y/n’s breathing became sporadic, her chest heaving. She felt herself tighten impossibly as a mass flood of heat exploded into her veins. Sirius held her close, slowing his pace as she came around him, knowing he was close as well.

The man stroked her hair, letting her come down slowly as he continued to pump in and out of her gently. “There we go, good girl. I’ve got you.”

Y/n heard her heart in her ears. All she could do was try to regain her breath.

As the clouds of pleasure began to calm again, she became aware of Sirius still thrusting into her. She slowly leaned up to his lips and kissed him, tasting him. Then she pulled away to his ear, “Make me yours.”

That was all he needed to hear. Sirius gripped her tight and spun her around, he wrapped an arm around her waist and up to her throat, which he squeezed, and the other firmly on her hip.

“Be careful what you ask for, puppy.” He murmured into her ear. Then before she could say anything, he was pounding into her harder than before. He reached a new spot inside her making her scream out and hold onto his arm for dear life as she felt another peak approaching quickly.

“You’re going to come again arent you?” He growled.

Y/n nodded to the best of her ability, her movement restricted by his hand squeezing her throat. Her vision began to go fuzzy as he tightened his grip, bringing her head back onto his shoulder. He bit at any skin he could.

“You cum for me -Merlin! Puppy I’m close.” He moaned, hips beginning to stutter as his climax barrelled down on him, “I’m- gonna fill you up real good, darling- God!” He rasped in her ear.

Y/n screamed as she came for the second time. Not long after, she felt him shutter and stiffen behind her, his cock pulsed inside her and she felt herself being filled with his seed. She felt it leak down her thighs; not even his cock was enough to plug it inside her.

“That’s it, pup. My good girl.” He moaned as he slowly came down from his high. Y/n began to steady her breathing, and her muscles slowly began to register how sore they were. Sirius gently let go of her throat and relaxed his hold on her hip, she would have fallen forward if it weren’t for his arms still around her.

Y/n could hear him panting behind her. She very slowly and carefully turned, feeling him slip out of her and his cum dip down her legs. Y/n braced herself against the table and held him close, drawing his lips down to hers.

He gently pulled away after a moment, “Are you alright, my darling?”

My darling…

Y/n breathed out a laugh, “I-I think I may need to take you up on that cat offer. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly for a while.”

He laughed with her and placed his forehead against hers.

“Are you alright, Mr. Black?” She teased.

He let out a bark of a laugh, “I do believe that’s the only time I’ve enjoyed the sound of that title.”

They stood there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of each other.

“Why don’t we get you into a nice bath, hmm?” he smoothed her hair down and kissed her head.

Y/n nodded into his chest, “As long as you’re there, I’ll be happy.”

His hum sent vibrations through her. She felt a spark of contentment and happiness. Satisfaction. Release. But there was one more thing that was on her mind.

She pulled away slightly, “S-Sirius?”

“Yes pup?”

“I-you…I want you to know that…this wasn’t and isn’t a game for me…I like you a great deal.” She fidgeted with her hands, not finding it in herself to look at him. What if this was just fun? What-

“Well it’s a good thing then. I’m afraid I’m not terribly good at games anymore…not the best rule follower.” He whispered.

Y/n felt a blush rise over her cheeks, she looked up at him slowly. His grey eyes pierced her, he winked.

“Come now, let’s get you washed up.” He slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back, scooping her up and apparated them into the washroom in his room. He flicked his wrist and the tub began filling with warm water.Sirius held her close, kissing along her neck, and placed her gently into the basin.

His sunlight.

He climbed in across from her, and pulled her to his chest; he ran his deft fingers through her hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

After a half an hour, they heard the front door open, and a single pair of footsteps. They walked to the kitchen and stopped. Then all they heard was Remus shouting at the top of his lungs, “Kingsley owes me 10 Galleons!”

Y/n turned her head to look back at the man who held her. They shared a small smile; Sirius sat her up and washed her carefully, smoothing his hands over the bruises and marks he left and kissing her shoulders. He whispered a spell with his hand below the water, and within seconds y/n felt her pain subside.

“Now, I have heard from a reliable source that chocolate is a wonderful thing to have following anything…strenuous.” Sirius reached over to the small table next to the bathtub and produced a far too ornate chocolate ball in his fingers. She laughed softly and took a bite, letting the creamy filling melt onto her tongue.

“I think your reliable source is going to be rich by the end of the day.” She murmured.

A rumble of laughed came from behind her, “I do believe you’re right, my love.”

My love…

The pet name sounded far too sweet and it made y/n’s heart flutter.

They remained there for as long as they could, wrapped in each others arms. Two unlikely souls entangled. Limbs knotted.

Lovers.

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[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

Dream SMP members with a taller s/o

Pairing: Wilbur soot, Eret, Nihachu & Fundy x Reader (separate)

Summary: Some dating headcanons for tall people :) (for reference, you’re about 208 cm/ 6″10 in this fic)

Type: Headcanon

Author’s note: bruhh i havent eaten anything today lol anywayyy - enjoy :)

Author’s note pt.2: Thank you guys so much for the 60+ notes on my last post, I’m glad so many people liked it im so happy  (╯▽╰ )♡

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Wilbur Soot: 

- This man 

- This man

- He’s the biggest simp ever

- You walk in

- Instant heart eyes

- He looooves your legs

- When you’re cuddling he’ll tangle his legs with yours

- He especially loves it when you’re facing him

- He’ll pick up one of your legs and place it over his hips and run his hands up and down your thigh

- Definitely a nose-kisser

- There’s something so endearing to him about having to look up at you to kiss you

- He had never dated anyone taller than him before, so it was new for him

- But now he just can’t stop thinking about you

-  11/10 He’s completely whipped for you

Eret:

- Another simp for height

- He finds it adorable that you’re taller than them

- Really likes it when you sit on her lap

- It’s a little awkward at first, but soon it becomes natural in your relationships

- He loves the way you look in platforms

- You find it terrifying at first because you’re already really tall and then to add another 10 cm is very scary

- They loves wearing platforms with you

- Low-key really wants you to wear bigger ones

- She - just like Will - is completely whipped for you

- Kneels down before you and calls you royalty, making you laugh

- Also !!

- He likes to take your hand and say something like

- “May I have your hand, my God/Goddess” and give you a light kiss on your knuckles

- 10/10 would recommend

Nihachu:

- In awe of your size

- She loves just sitting in your lap

- Because of your size she gets completely engulfed in your embrace

- She loves it

- Even when she has work to do, like editing or something

- She’ll just ask you to come to her office and just sit on your lap while she’s busy clicking away on her computer

- She always steals your shirts and hoodies

- And I mean always

- It’s huge on her and it smells like you and it makes her just all soft and (❁´◡`❁)

- Also

- S w e a t e r p a w s

- Piggyback rides! Piggyback rides!

- She really likes to see everything from your perspective, so piggyback rides are a must anytime you have to stand up

- You need a glass of water? Okay, I’ll climb onto you then and you’re gonna have to carry me! :)

- Again 10/10 she loves you so much <3

Fundy:

- Scared

- He’s kind of intimidated the first time he saw you

-  But he quickly warms up to you don’t worry

- At first he can’t believe you are this tall

- Again, in awe you your size

- Loves being little spoon with you

- He just can’t stop smiling when you hug him from behind

- He just feels so warm and safe when you two cuddle together

- He’ll sometimes stand on chairs to stand taller than you

- Because hE’S TALL AND SCARY AND NO ONE CAN STOP HIM NOW-

- He’s also completely whipped for you 

- When you put your head on his he melts

- When you hold hands and his hand moves up because your hand is higher than his he melts

- When you two have any kind of physical contact he melts

- Look he just really likes you

- Fox boy is soft for you 12/10 (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)

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[demonsandco]

I have this headcanon that angels/demons (when not in their “human form” that they have to maintain for the comfort of the human exchange students) are like. Huge. 6.5-7 feet on average, at least for the demon forms we see in-game. Even when they’re in their “everyday” forms, their height can fluctuate by day (depending on how much effort they want to put in the glamours) and can vary widely.

I figure they start off pretty human-sized when young (my excuse for still keeping Luke at like the average 10 year old’s height in my hcs lol) but they’re created with crazy huge horns/wings/tails/etc. that they’re going to “grow into”, and it’s a pretty good indicator for how tall they’re going to be when they’re older.

For example, baby Diavolo had these like huge and heavy horns that he could barely balance with for centuries. Most of his “adolescent” years involved a lot of accidental wall damage and a very exasperated Barbatos. Baby Lucifer had six massive wings that made walking straight very difficult. Baby Beel could keep all of his brothers warm and comfy under his downy angel wings. Baby Satan’s tail was so long that it dragged behind him, and Levi had to teach him how to wrap it around his leg so he wouldn’t trip and fall (and it’s a comfort habit that’s extended well into adulthood).

I also like to hc that Luke has these huge wings that he can’t stand because they’re so big and he thinks it makes him look awkward and stupid, but every adult who sees them is immediately like “wtf” because they know at a glance he’ll probably be as tall as Beel or Dia one day.

Sorry this turned long lol, I had a lot of thoughts about heights, apparently 😂

Oooo I love this so much!! Most of their human forms are short enough that they can pass as human, but tall enough to garner some attention. Their true forms are at least a foot or two taller, and they look much broader, too. Consider, though, if demons are in general quite a bit taller than humans, than their furniture would be bigger, too. I like to think that even though my MC is 5'9", he needs to use a stepstool while cooking or washing the dishes because the counters come all the way up to his chest.

When it comes to growing, I've always thought of demons and angels as working similar to lizards, snakes and amphibians, so they never actually stop growing. They'll start out as average human size (so Luke's only around 4'8") and they grow pretty slow. I'm not sure if Luke has a canon actual age, but I like to think that he's around 10,000 years old (this seems really old written down, but considering that Lucifer is 200,000 to 300,000, I think it makes sense), while mentally and physically he's the equivalent of a 10 to 12 year old. However, unlike humans, angels and demons never stop growing. The growth slows down substantially when they hit an "adult" height, but as long as their healthy, they'll keep getting taller.

The idea of wings, tails and horns being oversized on young demons and angels is so cute! Also consider, young angels having to grow through the same awkward feather growing stage that baby birds do. So they start out with little chicken wings covered in downy fluff, and once they start entering the preteen phase, their flight feathers start growing in. Luke would be right at the age where his feather start coming in and Simeon starts to realize that the feathers just keep getting longer. Eventually you'll get a slightly older Luke, awkwardly tall with long lanky limbs and then huge, broad wings that are twice as long as he is tall. It'd take him a while to fully grow into them, but they'd definitely be impressive. Maybe then people will stop calling him a chihuahua. The brothers would be so cute as young angels, too! Especially Luci with his concerning amount of wings.

The idea of little Diavolo with massive horns is also one of my new favorite things now. It takes him so long to get used to how wide they are, so there's almost a daily occurrence of him taking a turn too sharply or walking too close to a doorframe and taking a chunk out of the wall with his horns. He'd be so whinny about it, too. Sure the wall's damaged, but also his horn's sore now and he thinks that's much more important than the hole he made. I'd also imagine that the process of growing horns is really itchy, so I can't help but picture young Dia headbutting Barbatos like a baby goat until the butler agrees to scratch at his horns. On a similar note, do you think young demons headbutt each other like goats? Because that would be really cute.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luke #obey me diavolo #im tagging those two specifically because they're talked about #but most of this applies to any demon/angel

[xpeachesncream]

perfectly wrong | one

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 2301

chapter warnings: cussing, mature language, very slight angst, some hints of jealousy, alcohol consumption

notes: pls remember that this is set a few months after you and tae have been going at it, so it will seem like things are happening a bit fast. i’m not trying to prolong this series. also most importantly, i tend to usually write shorter chapters > shorter, but more chapters published. enjoy!

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Jungkook decided he was going to see if he could jump over your couch and land perfectly in a seated position.

"Wait, wait, wait. Absolute silence everybody." He says as he's stretched over, trying to estimate the timing and height of his jump. He had always been super athletic and competitive since you two were small, so there was really no changing his mind on this. He always had to prove something, even if that meant creating his own competition of jumping over the couch.

"It's just me and you." You watched him from the kitchen, making sure the pizza in the oven was baking properly.

"I have an audience, okay? Don't be rude, Y/N." He says as he points over to the fake audience clapping and laughing during a 'Friends' episode.

"Whatever, as long as you don't go breaking my shit, Jeon Jungkook." He was 22, but his mentality was 8. That was for damn sure.

"Siiiiiiilence." He says at a whisper, his eyes shut as he puts a finger to his mouth. He lets out a huff and a puff before he gets the courage to throw himself over the couch and land a perfect landing. "And once again, he sticks the landing!" He stands up with his hands up in the air.

"You're annoying." You laughed, getting paper plates ready for the pizza that was about to be done because you were in no mood to do any dishes tonight.

"Thank you! I'll be here again tomorrow, same time." He calls out to his fake audience.

"No the hell you're not."

"Ouch, nevermind. Someone apparently doesn't want me here." You laugh at how dramatic he is. At this point, you just let him be because that was something you always loved about your bestfriend. He embraced the kid in him and always brought good times. You had similarities, but you also had some major differences. You liked being in your comfort zone & you were labeled the innocent nerd amongst your friends. You just like to consider yourself simple, though. A 'take it day by day' kind of person. Kookie was fun, adventurous and childish at times. He was also shy, but loud at the same time? An introverted extrovert, you could say.

But you loved each other nonetheless, that's why you've clicked so well since you were young. You taught each other things & grew together.

"Here, fool." You placed the pizza in front of him with the paper plates.

"Set it up, I'll grab us the drinks. You want anything in particular?"

"That bottle of Stella Rosa, please." JK knew you loved that Stella Rosa, so he happily grabs the bottle and two wine glasses. He plops back next to you on the couch, pouring your glasses and grabbing a heaping serving of 4 slices of pizza.

You both decided you want a good laugh, so you throw on Kevin Hart's newest installment: Zero Fucks Given. It isn't long before you both are rolling on the floor, almost gasping for air at how much you're laughing at Kevin Hart's stand up. The pizza is gone, the wine is gone, and you're still feeling pretty tipsy. The whole thing sounds nice, until your head starts to wonder what Taehyung is doing and if he'll text you to come over tonight. You know he probably already has plans with another chick though, and that hits you.

Curse this fucking alcohol.

Let's get this straight - the only time you 'talk' is when he's trying to fuck.

And yes bitch, you let him do this to you. You're out that door before you can even fully slip your shoes on. Dick is just that good. It's something about Taehyung that makes you addicted. The way he gives you a stupid ass smirk when he opens his door, the way he touches your skin and gently lays his shit on you until you both become really invested in the moment. So invested that shit hits the roof. It gets messy. It gets rough. It becomes unspeakable.

You aren't friends. No one knows about you two, or that you even know the other exists. You don't know shit about each other. The only thing you know is that he's fucking other girls. He has a whole roster, you'd imagine - a starting five, at least.

He doesn't care about you, and for the most part, you don't either. At least, that's what you like to portray because it's been some months now since this whole thing started and you can't help but feel some kind of emotional tie to him. You're leaving your house between 12-2am in the morning and sleeping in his bed until 6-7am. It's a routine; a routine you've become used to. You skip out on some late night kick-its with your friends cause you anticipate a text to come through from him.

But, he doesn't care. You aren't the only female slipping into those sheets, and boy does it fucking make it hard to swallow. Reality hits hard when you think about it and you feel this huge pit in your stomach. You try to be different, you try to stand out one way or another. But it doesn't work that way. You knew what this entailed going into it, so it makes zero sense as to why you're hurting and getting jealous from time to time.

You know it still doesn't matter to him.

He's only fucking you over cause you let him. You know damn well you're not gonna change and let this go, though. You love thrill of it too much. It's the most thrill your life has had. You're not perfect and you're only human. You make mistakes, but this one definitely puts the cherry on top. Because not only do you refuse to learn, but you let it repeat itself over and over again.

"Aishhhh, my stomach hurts from laughing too much." Jungkook laid his head back and patted his belly. "But that was good though. I needed that."

"Yeah it was. Thanks for coming by to watch that with me, Kook." He tilts his head over to look at you and smiles.

"Sure thing." He checks his phone and sits up. "Yoongi is blowing up the group chat." You check your phone to see multiple unread messages from none other than Min Yoongi himself.

[yoongi] 10:37pm: aye

[yoongi] 10:45pm: all of a sudden, everyone is ghost in this group chat?! you all had a lot to say not too long ago.

[yoongi] 10:52pm: even though you guys are fake as fuck, does anyone wanna come with me to the bars tonight? meet at my place so we can head out.

You and Jungkook laughed at how butthurt Yoongi was in the groupchat. Yoongi definitely was the most serious and blunt one in your group, but he still liked to party and have a good time. It was just how he was. Hoseok was always full of energy and probably the most extroverted one out of all 4 of you. He was never shy. You and Jungkook met Yoongi and Hoseok your first year in college and became inseparable ever since. You all just click with your different attributes.

[jungkook] 10:53pm: lmaoooooooo

[yoongi] 10:53pm: fuck you dude lol

[jungkook] 10:54pm: i'll come through in a sec, i'm at y/n's right now. not sure if she's gonna come though?

[y/n] 10:55pm: i'll pass, i'm tired and wined out.

[hoseok] 10:55pm: ahahahah yoongi shut up, blowing up my phone for no reason. i'm passing on tonight too. im tired from working that overtime *cries*

[yoongi] 10:56pm: you both are boring. i'm especially offended at how i didn't get an invite to your little powwow, y/n. and now you don't wanna hang out?

[hoseok] 10:57pm: she mentioned she was going to watch kevin hart's thing yesterday and offered us to swing by if we wanted to though....... selective hearing, maybe?

[y/n] 10:58pm: ^ okayyyyy and that's on period! thank you hobi <3

[hoseok] 10:59pm: anything for the baby

[yoongi] 10:59pm: lmao you're a brat, y/n. whatever, i'm still hurt by you both! kook, hurry on over so we can drink

"Fuck I regret this, I'm gonna die." Jungkook laughed as he stood up and stretched. He quickly helped you clean up before he figured it was time to go or else Yoongi would have a fit.

"I feel like it has to do with that one girl he's been talking to on and off."

"Perhaps." Jungkook shrugged before putting on his shoes. "We shall see." he sighs before giving you a tight hug. "You sure you don't wanna come out?"

"Nope."

"You don't even have plans tonight."

"Yes I do."

"Doing what?"

"Laying in bed." Jungkook snorted as you shook your head and shrugged. What else did he think you were trying to do? He should know you by now, at the very least.

"Alright, I'm not even going to argue. I'm off."

"Be safe, have fun, text me if you both need anything, okay?" He nods as he shuts the door, leaving you to your lonesome. You swirled the teeny tiny drop of wine leftover in your glass around before picking up your phone.

No new texts. Well, let's be specific: no new texts from taehyung.

You did forget to respond to your oldest cousin though, when he was just trying to check up on you.

[seokjin] 8:35pm: pssst y/n

[seokjin] 8:35pm: psssssssssst

[seokjin] 8:35pm: oyyyyyyyyyy

He was damn near 30 years old and hated talking on the phone so much that he decides to blow up your phone this way. But, he was the cousin you loved dearly and you had a very tight, sibling-like relationship with him. He was like the older brother you've always wanted. He watched you grow, protected you, kept you safe, supported you and cheered you on - especially when your family talked so much shit about how you and him weren't gonna get anywhere with your goals. You know, the fucking stupid ol' saying of 'chasing your passion isn't going to bring you money & wealth.' Your family was all about the titles and money, but Jin was passionate about cooking and wanted to open his own cafe. You, on the other hand, wanted to pursue your art. Jin was the biggest role model for you because he was the first to defy your family's wants and wishes. He was the black sheep of the family with a huge 'I don't give a fuck' mentality and he taught you that along the way.

Don't ever be afraid to do what you're passionate about. Fuck 'em.

[y/n] 11:13pm: hi sorry, jungkook was over and we were watching kevin hart's new thing on netflix over some wine and pizza.

[seokjin] 11:15pm: that sounds fun! sorry, i just wanted to check on you but i see you're doing okay lol

[y/n] 11:16pm: i am. :) i'll hang out with you tomorrow

[seokjin] 11:16pm: how sweet, my freeloading baby cousin is coming by

[y/n] 11:17pm: hahahah shut up! although you're not wrong, i am going to steal some food. but most importantly, i do want to hang out and see my bestest oppa <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: awww y/n, you're so full of shit <3

[seokjin] 11:18pm: go to bed

[y/n] 11:19pm: haha love you tooooo

And so, that's what you did. You got yourself all ready for bed, believing you wouldn't be leaving your house tonight. You pampered yourself, put on a face mask and got yourself all lathered up in lotion just to lay down. You're in Jungkook's shirt that he left behind (and never looked for, so technically it's yours now) when the guys had stayed the night and some Vicky Secret panties.

You're scrolling through your Instagram feed, seeing Jungkook's newly posted story with him and Yoongi already at the bars, acting a damn fool. You laughed at the video he took of Yoongi trying to dance in a tight, awkward space on the crowded dance floor even though he was never the best at dancing. It lowkey made you wish you went out with them so you wouldn't be stuck here thinking about your feelings and how lonely these hours get.

And then you see Jimin's story from an hour ago. He knew you were friends with Yoongi, and although Yoongi wasn't fond of their group too much, he was still an avid party-goer and mingled with people there. You've only spoken to Jimin once because you had to work with him in the same group on a class assignment. You tried to keep it that way though because he was Taehyung's bestfriend. They went everywhere together, did everything together. He, too, was very popular among the ladies and across campus. I guess it was just their thing.

You assume they were at a party cause Jimin quickly flashes the camera at Taehyung, who's in front of him getting a lapdance from some chick. Jimin quickly turns the camera back to his face as he's laughing uncontrollably then abruptly cuts it off.

Great.

She's forsure going home with him tonight.

You set your phone down on the night stand and put on a show on your laptop to help you fall asleep.

Just as you're about to get some shut eye, your phone vibrates. You let it slip at first because you thought it could be one of the guys playing around, but it vibrates again, signaling another text coming through. You pick up your phone just to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook aren't in any trouble and need you to bail their asses out.

[taehyung] 12:17am: hey

[taehyung] 12:20am: come over.

You scoff at how he assumes you're still up and that you'd be coming over. You hated that. He knew he just had your ass.

track two: hit different - sza & ty dolla $ign

#bts #bts fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #writing #perfectly wrong

[shohokubasket]

SD headcanon // Shohoku siblings

We've got the Akagi siblings as part of the official Slam Dunk canon, but I like thinking about what the siblings of the other Shohoku players would be like and came up with my own ideas for my headcanon.

For the record, in my SD headcanon universe Ayako and Rukawa don't have siblings.

EDIT (12/7/2022): THE FIRST SD actually addresses some of this!! I won't spoil anything but omg I'm so happy!!

Sakuragi Mei (桜木 芽生) // 20 years old (~4 years older than Hanamichi [16])

is attending cosmetology school in a different city, working towards becoming a hairdresser (although she does come back to Kanagawa every once in a while to check on Hanamichi)

she's super pretty and cool, when Akagi meets her he's stunned that SHE'S related to Hanamichi lol

was a sukeban in middle school and high school

being the oldest daughter she takes care of her family a lot, especially because her mother passed away when she and Hanamichi were young and her father passed away when she was in high school

was the first person to dye Hanamichi's hair when he was in 6th grade (at his request)

while she's tried a couple different hair colors for herself in the past, she mostly sticks to blonde

she dotes on Hanamichi a lot and is partially responsible for his behavior by praising him a "tensai" lol (although the "tensai" bit originally come from their grandfather)

however, she can definitely be tough on Hanamichi when she needs to be, so he's a little scared of her lol

Miyagi Suzu* (宮城 スズ) // 15 years old (~2 years younger than Ryota [17])

witty and outgoing, and she does look like/resemble Ryota lol

plays on her middle school soccer team and enjoys it, is considering different high school options since they don't have a girl's soccer club at Shohoku

she and Ryota bicker constantly and make fun of each other (all in good, sibling spirit). It also doesn't help that she and Ryota share a bathroom at home.

adores Ayako and always tells Ryota that he doesn't deserve her lol

Miyagi Yuto* ( 宮城 ユウト)// would be 20 years old (~3 years older than Ryota [17])

was a super easy going, sweet, and polite kid

also really liked basketball, which he and Ryota bonded over

at around 13 years old he got into an accident, and while his body was never found he's presumed to be deceased (...see "Piercing")

*Since Ryota's name is written in katakana for reasons not known to me, I'm just going to use katakana for the first names of his siblings lol

Mitsui Takeru (三井 尊)// 17 years old (~1 year younger than Hisashi [18])

attends school at Kainan, and nobody realizes he's Hisashi's younger brother for a while

he doesn't look that much like Hisashi at first glance, but if you know they're siblings you can see some resemblance. They're both around the same height.

personality-wise he's nearly the polar opposite of Hisashi: he keeps to himself, is a little awkward and cold, and he's really really smart (basically more similar in personality to Akagi), which is why he and Hisashi get on each other's nerves constantly

people who meet him and his brother for the first time presume Hisashi is the younger brother, lol

doesn't play sports

Kogure Masanobu (木暮 全延) // 24 years old (~6 years older than Kiminobu [18])

super charming and funny, but a bit insensitive at times

doesn't wear glasses, and is actually shorter than Kiminobu (which he hates, but to make up for it he fancies himself as the "better looking" brother)

played baseball in middle school, but his real passion is music so he didn't do any school clubs in high school (he also went to Shohoku) and instead went to go play with his band

started attending university but decided to drop out after the second year

to earn a living he currently helps out as a studio bass guitarist and drummer for small artists and picks up part-time gigs

can also play piano, (electric and some classical) guitar, and saxophone

was rebellious growing up, so he and his parents (particularly his dad) always had a rift between them. He still feels bad about this because he thinks it contributed to his parents being more strict on Kiminobu.

he and Kiminobu were super close when he lived at home, and they still are even though he and his family live in the Tokyo area now

has a wife and two-year-old daughter

Others

Yasuda comes from a big family: he has 5 other siblings

Shiozaki has two older brothers

Iishi has a little baby sister (she's about 3 years old)

#slam dunk headcanon #slam dunk

[httpjeon]

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ — ᴋɴᴊ (ᴍ.)

namjoon/reader | angst, fluff, smut | dating service!au

wordcount: 10.3k

contents: date for hire, unsafe sex, sensitivity kink, size kink, dirty talk, fingering, car foreplay, safeword use, jimin cameo, panty kink (?), grinding, orgasm control, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, riding, wet&messy, creampie, light overstimulation

— synopsis: club ardor holds a special raffle for a free night with a man who will supposedly be the boyfriend of your dreams. you definitely don’t expect to win.

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The bar was a quiet and calm atmosphere, a Thursday night meaning it was just mostly people having a drink after work. As you wiped down the counters with the rag, you heard your coworker come from the back room calling your name.

"______, have you gotten a chance to check the raffles today yet?" she asked, grabbing a glass beside you to help clean it before you could.

You smiled in thanks, "No I haven't added them to the list yet but a few did pull a ticket today!"

"That's great," she smiled, giddy, "I think it's so exciting."

"A lot of people do seem interested in the service," you nodded, tossing your rag under the counter into the designated bin.

"I mean, how often is it that you get a free night with a man from Club Ardor?" she giggled, bumping you playfully with her hip, "Did you draw? I did."

"I haven't, no," you shrugged, smiling sheepishly.

"Why not?!" she gasped, grabbing another glass to dry off.

"I don't know..." you confessed, "I guess I'm nervous about if I win."

"Come on, it's basically a once in a lifetime opportunity!" she whined, turning around to grab the bowl and clipboard, "I'm signing you up."

You watched as she fished a paper from the bowl and handed it to you.

91294 was your number. She quickly wrote it down along with your name and contact information.

A worker from Club Ardor had shown up a week ago to explain the process of drawing and how to keep track. It was easy enough and there were already numerous spots filled on the pages.

You slipped your number into your pocket and turned around when a customer arrived at the bar to order a drink.

Somehow, you'd completely forgotten about the drawing.

It was your day off, after an especially rowdy weekend of working the bar, you were exhausted. Lounging on the couch, you munched from a bag of chips while watching TV.

From the coffee table, your phone began to buzz incessantly, making you frown. Turning to glare at the device, you saw an unknown number flashing across your screen indicating a call.

Wiping your fingers off on your sweatpants, you picked up your phone and accepted the call.

"Hello?" you sighed, hoping it wasn't a scammer.

"Hello, may I speak with Ms. ______?" a gentle, feminine voice filter through.

"Speaking," you responded, now curious.

"Ah, hello Ms. ______! My name is Joy, I'm calling on behalf of the raffle for Club Ardor," immediately, you were frozen in place, "I'm happy to congratulate that you've won the deluxe date package free of charge!"

"I...I won the..." you sat up on the couch, mouth open in shock as she laughed.

"Yes, you won," she giggled before you heard papers shuffling around.

"S-So...what happens?" you ask, heart beating loudly in your chest.

"Well, the winner is matched with Namjoon, he's the one we usually recommend for beginners," she explained, "You'll have 24 hours with him before it's over. The scene will be completely up to him—"

"Scene?" you repeated dumbly.

She hummed, "It's a term commonly used in BDSM. It's basically a planned encounter, meaning that everything that happens between you two is...essentially a role play, in this case."

"I...do we have to have sex?" you gasped at the mention of BDSM.

Joy chuckled on the line like she'd heard such a question numerous times, making your cheeks flush, "Absolutely not. You can if that is something you and he decide you want to do. If not, there is no pressure to do anything beyond talking. There is a safeword that the two of you can use if anything happens that makes you feel uncomfortable or unsafe."

"Okay..." you breathed in relief, "So...So what now?"

"Well, I'm going to ask you to download an app called Club Ardor. It will ask you for a password and it's the same as you raffle number. This will allow Namjoon and you to communicate safely without your numbers being revealed to the other."

"Oh...wow," you were impressed to say the least, "Alright, I'll do that. Thank you."

"If you have any questions of concerns feel free to call back!" she bid you farewell and you hung up.

After the call, you rushed to the App Store to download the app.

Just as you were told, the first screen that popped up was a code box and nothing held. You cursed, realizing you had no clue what the number on your ticket was.

Standing up, you rushed to your bedroom to find your laundry basket. Groaning, you began to dig through to collect all the pairs of your work pants that you had worn that week. You sat on the floor and began to search through the pockets of every pair.

"Ah-ha!" you cried as you pulled out a crumpled piece of paper.

You stumbled with how fast you stood up in an attempt to get back to your phone. You completely ignored the mess left behind by your rummaging and went back to sit on the couch.

Picking up your phone, you typed the number on the paper in and pressed enter. A small loading screen popped up before a profile to fill out filled your screen.

It was simple, asking height, weight, and basic characteristics.

After filling it out, you were brought to a simple blank page akin to that of an empty text message thread.

Unsure of what to do, you sat and clicked around for a minute to see if you were missing anything but nothing new happened so you locked your phone. Placing it to the side, you sighed as the nerves finally began to fade.

"I wonder..." you unlocked your phone and clicked on safari.

You typed in club ardor in the search and got a website of the same name.

"Welcome to Club Ardor, an exclusive dating service dedicated to living out every woman's fantasy," is what it read.

You scrolled past the information about how they were formed and where they were located. There was a box that was used to presumably register online for a date instead of calling to schedule. You also noticed there seemed to be a male-exclusive Club Ardor that operated separately from the one you were on.

Finally, you found what you were looking for: the dates profiles.

"Club Ardor's Dates are hand picked into the most desirable archetypes," you clicked next and were immediately brought to the profile of 'Namjoon — The Boyfriend Type.'

To your dismay, there was no picture of him — only basic information such as his height, weight, and age. You were surprised to notice the winning raffle number was the date of his birthday.

'Namjoon is most suitable for beginners. He offers an authentic Boyfriend Experience unlike any other you will experience.'

Beneath that was a small notice; “Namjoon’s service comes in a Deluxe Package and Standard Package. For 24 and 12 hours of date-time respectively!” 

Before you could click further to see the other men, you phone made an unfamiliar dinging noise before a notification came in indicating a new message on the Club Ardor app.

As you opened the app, your heart began to race. A new text thread became available from Namjoon.

"Hello, nice to meet you!" his message said.

You quickly replied back with a greeting of your own. It was indicated as 'read' immediately before he started typing.

"Our date is scheduled for Saturday afternoon," he said, "I'll let you know the details as soon as I have them. Do you have any questions?"

You read the message a few times, trying to think if you had anything to ask. Your fingers began typing before you realized what you were doing, "You plan the date by yourself?"

"Yes," he replied, "Every experience of my client is unique so no two women have the same date with me 😁! I will ask you questions to make sure that everything is to your liking so I don't plan something you may end up hating lol."

You smiled, instantly charmed by his personality as you replied, "Alright! I look forward to it 😇!"

Saturday was a week away and you had no idea how you were going to live through the anticipation. It'd been so long since you'd been on a date and now you're about to go on one that would supposedly be your dream date with your dream boyfriend.

Tuesday morning rolled around and you woke up to a couple messages from Namjoon.

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟹:𝟷𝟾ᴀᴍ]  ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ?  ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟹:𝟺𝟿ᴀᴍ]  ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀ ᴜᴘsᴄᴀʟᴇ?  ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟽:𝟷𝟻ᴀᴍ]  ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ 😜!

The messages made you smile and you quickly typed up your response before getting out of bed, "I work at a bar and I probably prefer casual...I only won this date, remember? I'm not used to luxury so...and good morning!"

You watched for a second, locking it after a moment when he didn't read it.

"No way, you won?!" your coworker, Yongsun shrieked before covering her mouth when a customer glared her way, "You won the date?"

"Yeah..." you chuckled, sneakily unlocking your phone to show her the Club Ardor app with Namjoon's name on the preview to the text thread.

"Oh my god!" she squealed, grabbing your arm excitedly, "This is crazy! Oh my god, you're going to have to tell me everything."

"Nothing's really happened," you chuckled, "He's just asked a little about me and said he's making the best date he can for me."

"He already sounds like a dream..." she sighed, lashes fluttering.

"Let's get back to work," you chuckled, pocketing your phone.

With your shift over, your feet were killing you and you nearly collapsed before you could get the door closed. Your phone gave a now familiar ding and you pulled it out to see a message from Namjoon.

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟷:𝟻𝟽ᴘᴍ] 

ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ?

You texted back letting him know your shift just ended and you were going to be heading home. He read it immediately and began to type.

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟷:𝟻𝟽ᴘᴍ]  ʟᴀᴛᴇ sʜɪғᴛ, ʜᴜʜ...ʙᴇ sᴀғᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.

You smiled, enjoying the way your heart fluttered in your chest at his words. He definitely had the 'boyfriend' role down to a science. Packing your things up, you bid goodbye to Yongsun and made the trek back home.

As soon as your door was shut and locked behind you, you pulled out your phone to text Namjoon.

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟷𝟿ᴀᴍ]  ɪ'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ sᴀғᴇʟʏ. ɪᴛ's ʟᴀᴛᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ. ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ.

You bid him goodnight, and held your hand to your chest. He was dreamy. You wondered what he looked like.

His personality only gave you so much and you wished you could put a face to the man who seemed to increasingly make you swoon.

After getting ready for bed, you sat down and combed your freshly washed hair before pulling your phone out of the mess of blankets you'd thrown it into.

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷:𝟶𝟷ᴀᴍ] 

ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴀsᴋ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ?

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷:𝟶𝟷ᴀᴍ] 

sᴜʀᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ.

The pet name immediately had you blushing and you bit back a smile.

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷:𝟶𝟸ᴀᴍ] 

ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ?

He read the message and you waited to see if there was a response. When he didn't begin typing, you deflated slightly and sighed — taking it as a no.

As you tossed your phone to the side, you stood up to go to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Once finished, you crawled back into bed and picked up your phone.

You paused when you saw three minutes ago Namjoon had sent you a picture.

When you opened it, you felt like all the air had been punched out of your lungs.

He had blonde hair that was pushed back off of his forehead and thick, pretty lips. You could see the faintest hint of dimples on the flawless skin of his cheeks.

He was probably the most good looking mad you'd laid your eyes on.

As you stared at his picture, another text from him came in.

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷:𝟶𝟽ᴀᴍ] 

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷:𝟶𝟽ᴀᴍ]

sᴏʀʀʏ...ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ...ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ.

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷:𝟶𝟾ᴀᴍ] 

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ.

You frowned, feeling self-conscious as you had to follow up a picture of your own face after seeing his incredibly attractive self.

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷:𝟶𝟿ᴀᴍ] 

ɪ'ʟʟ sᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ. 

ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷:𝟶𝟿ᴀᴍ]  ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴇᴅɢᴇ. ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.

The teasing tone and pet name had you flushing, unable to respond as you locked your phone and plugged it in for the night.

When you woke up, you had a text from Namjoon greeting you good morning once more. It brought a smile to your face and you texted him good morning back before once again leaving to get ready.

As soon as you got to work, you showed Yongsun the picture of Namjoon. You were sure she nearly had a stroke as she covered her mouth to scream gleefully before gushing about how good looking he was.

"Man, Club Ardor really...really did choose well, huh?" she hummed, zooming in on his face, "Look at his lips, man, if you don't get at least one kiss from him I will make your life hell."

"You trying to live vicariously through me?" you giggled at her dramatic nature.

"I can't any other way! I'm too poor to snag a date with one of them," she pouted, putting her work apron on with a sigh, "It must be nice to be rich."

"He keeps calling me pet names, it's honestly..." you quickly tied your hair up as you spoke, "He really feels like a boyfriend, it's crazy."

"Club Ardor lives up to its reputation," Yongsun nodded, "I thought it was only a 24-hour thing, how come you've got him for a week in advance?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on silent before pocketing it, "When I won, the lady said it was a special deluxe package. I didn't think to ask. Maybe I'll ask Namjoon later."

"I wonder how many women end up falling for them by accident," she mumbled, opening the staff door leading to the bar for you, "They must have broken numerous hearts if everyone is as authentic as Namjoon seems..."

"I guess that's the price you pay for a fake date with the man of your dreams," you replied, sighing, "They ruin you for anyone else."

Getting home, you noticed you didn't have any messages at all from Namjoon. It was odd but you didn't think anything of it. Heading to the bathroom, you touched up your makeup and fixed your hair before taking several selfies until you found a suitable one.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly sent it to Namjoon with an attaching message reading "as promised!"

When you didn't receive a reply, you decided to just head to bed.

Waking up that morning, you quickly realized it was going to be a shitty day. Your alarm on your phone failed to go off properly — you must have forgotten to turn it on the night before. It led you into getting ready as quickly as you could to get to work on time.

You arrived at the last minute, Yongsun having arrived earlier than you so you didn't have a chance to talk to her.

When your lunch break rolled around, you had the first moment to check your phone. Opening the text thread with Namjoon, you noticed he had seen your picture shortly after you sent it the night before but hadn't responded.

It made you feel bad, your already low mood easily receiving another hit from the bad day.

Putting it on silent once more, you put it in your pocket and returned to work.

By the time you got home, you were beyond drained. Your mood was in the toilet, your feet hurt, and you had barely gotten any tips.

You took a shower, hoping to relax the tense, sore muscles in your back. The hot water and soothing atmosphere helped to clear your mind.

By the time you got out, you were feeling a little better and decided to curl up on the couch for the night in comfortable pajamas and fuzzy socks. Covering yourself with your favorite throw blanket, you turned the TV on and let yourself settle down.

Before long, you were dozing off. You had gotten several episodes into a drama and decided to call it quits once the current turned off. In an effort to keep yourself awake, you sat up and grabbed your phone off of the coffee table.

When you unlocked it, you were surprised to see several text messages from Namjoon.

ғʀᴏᴍ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟷𝟾ᴀᴍ] 

ʜᴇʏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, sᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴀʙsᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? 

ғʀᴏᴍ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟸ᴀᴍ] 

ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴜᴘsᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. 

ғʀᴏᴍ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟸𝟾ᴀᴍ]  ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ sᴀғᴇʟʏ.

You couldn't help but smile as you unlocked the phone and typed out your reply.

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟸ᴀᴍ] 

ɪᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. 

ғʀᴏᴍ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟸ᴀᴍ]  ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ?

You were surprised both by his quick response and ability to tell that something was wrong.

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟹ᴀᴍ] 

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅᴀʏ. ɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴋᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ? 

ғʀᴏᴍ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟺ᴀᴍ] 

ʏᴇᴀʜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ғɪɴᴇ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴜsʏ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ! 

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟺ᴀᴍ]  ᴏʜ? ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʟɪᴇɴᴛ?

You were quite curious about the aspect of his job. It was such an unknown world to you that it actually made you want to know more about what happens behind the scenes.

ғʀᴏᴍ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟻ᴀᴍ] 

ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ, ɴᴏ. ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴇxᴀᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴀss. ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. 

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟻ᴀᴍ] 

ᴄʟᴀss? ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ?! 

ғʀᴏᴍ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟸:𝟹𝟻ᴀᴍ]  ʏᴇᴀʜ! ɪ'ᴍ ᴀ ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴀᴛ sɴᴜ.

You were stunned. SNU was a tough university to get into, and the fact Namjoon had — he had to be smart. You were confused why a man like that was a date-for-hire. It felt too invasive to ask so you simply replied with an impressed 'that's amazing'.

He immediately began typing again and you waited just a second until the message popped up.

"I've got to go, something with work came up. I just want to say that I enjoyed your picture, you're absolutely beautiful and I can't wait to see your beauty in person. Sleep nice, sweetheart."

For the first time that day, you felt happy.

Friday morning, you were a mess of nerves. You still had work and you were thankful that it would be able to take your mind off of it.

As you worked, you felt your phone buzz and you heart raced in response. You hoped it was Namjoon.

It wasn't until you lunch break that you were able to open it.

He had asked how you were feeling which you replied with an honest 'nervous'.

Before your break ended, you got a sweet 'don't be nervous, baby. It'll be fun, I promise!'

Once you were home, you found yourself opening the text thread with Namjoon to greet him. He didn't respond quickly so you jumped in the shower to wash off the filth that had started to cling to you. You'd gotten off earlier than usual but there had still been the loud, smoking, drunk patrons that frequented on weekends. The smell of cigarettes stunk up your hair so you eagerly washed it, enjoying the scent of your lavender shampoo.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body as you used another to scrunch your hair dry.

Taking a seat on your bed, you noticed the screen lit up with a notification.

ғʀᴏᴍ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟶:𝟷𝟻ᴘᴍ] 

ʜᴇʏ ʙᴀʙʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇss ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ. ᴡᴇᴀʀ sʜᴏᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ. 

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟶:𝟷𝟼ᴘᴍ] 

ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ! ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀ sᴋɪʀᴛ ʙᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ? 

ғʀᴏᴍ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟶:𝟷𝟼ᴘᴍ] 

ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ғɪɴᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ! 

ᴛᴏ: ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ [𝟷𝟶:𝟷𝟽ᴘᴍ] 

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ!

You locked your phone and put it on to charge for the night after bidding him goodnight. Sighing, you stood up and made your way to the closet. Luckily you had an outfit idea in mind and you stood up to fish it out.

Feeling giddy, you hung it up on the hook on the back of your door and picked out a pair of flats. You'd had them for a year, they were still in excellent shape but they'd been worn enough to be more than comfortable.

Then you finally laid down in bed, curling up with your blankets around you.

You woke up at 11 — your alarm pulling you from a deep sleep. Sitting up, you stretched and let out a groan as you joints popped. You tossed your feet onto the floor and stood up, making your way to the bathroom.

When you came out, you spotted the outfit today's date on the door of your closet and smiled. Your heart fluttered in your chest and you eagerly picked up your phone, unlocking it when you saw a message from Namjoon.

Your fingers trembled as you read that it was a simple address.

"Meet me here at 12:30...we're having lunch!"

You decided to get dressed and use the hour you had to do your hair and makeup. When you were ready, you let out a slow exhale to steady your nerves as you slid your shoes on and headed out.

It was wonderful weather and the light breeze felt nice on your bare legs. The skirt made you feel cute and encouraged you to hold your head high.

The address led you to a small, family owned restaurant. You opened the door, taking a look around. It had a rustic vibe and there were a couple people scattered around. You inhaled, the smell of cooking food making your stomach growl.

Realizing that Namjoon wasn't at any of the tables, you decided to choose a booth that was located in a quiet corner.

A waiter stopped to deliver a menu to you before asking if you wanted a drink. After ordering a coke, he disappeared and you opened the menu.

You checked the time, frowning when you realizing it was 10 past the time he'd told you. The waiter placed your drink down and you thanked him.

"Do you want to order anything?" he asked, holding a small pad and pen.

"Um no...not yet, I'm waiting for someone," you replied sheepishly. He nodded and put the pad away before he disappeared again.

As you resumed looking at the menu, eyeing the burger options, someone dropped down into the booth seat across from you. You jumped, head jerking up to meet the brilliant, dimpled smile of Namjoon.

"Hi," he greeted, his voice smooth and rich. It made your heart flutter and your cheeks burn. He was gorgeous, deep dimples and pretty brown eyes that sparkled. His hair was honey blonde but was hanging in his eyes, giving him a boyish appearance.

"H-Hi..." you breathed, looking away when you couldn't hold his stare any longer.

"Cute..." you heard him chuckle before he leaned back in the booth, "Sorry I'm late...work held me for a bit longer than I anticipated."

"I-It's fine," you mumbled, the two of you being interrupted by the waiter placing another menu down for Namjoon and asking him for his drink order.

"Can I get a coffee black," he asked, smiling before looking down at the menu, "Got any clue what you want?"

"I kind of want a burger..." you mumbled, eyeing the different options.

"You read my mind," he chuckled, sending heat to your cheeks once again, "The burgers here are to die for."

"You come here often?" you asked, raising a brow when he nodded.

"Usually after class, it's on the way to my apartment so..." he shrugged.

"Here you go, sir," the waiter said, placing the cup of steaming coffee down in front of Namjoon, "Do you two know what you want?"

After the two of you ordered, you were left alone. Namjoon looked effortless at ease, a small smirk playing on his lips as he looked at you.

"You look cute," he complimented, smiling gleefully when you became flustered, "Do I make you nervous?"

"N-Not nervous..." you mumbled, biting your lip, "It's just..strange, I guess."

He nodded, leaning forward to rest his chin on his hand thoughtfully, "I get it. There's build up to it and then when it finally happens it sort feels unreal."

"Yeah," you chuckled, lifting your glass to your lips to take a sip from the straw, "I was meaning to ask you...er," you paused before you voiced the question, "Are you okay with...talking about your...job?"

He chuckled, "Ask away."

"How come you're going to a school like SNU...but working this job?" you asked, "I mean there's nothing wrong with a date-for-hire job but like..."

"I get it," he nodded, sitting back to sip his coffee, "To be honest, I just needed a way to pay my way through. I didn't exactly...expect to pass the entrance exam, it was just a spur of the moment decision, and then when I did...I realized I had absolutely no way to pay for it," he sighed, a smile playing on his lips, "So I was looking around and...the opportunity to work for Club Ardor came up so I took it."

"That's interesting..." you hummed, stirring your drink with the straw, "You've got to be pretty smart to pass the exam without even expecting to."

He chuckled, dropping his head. You could see his ears turn pink and you realized he was shy, "I just...do my best," he cleared his throat and looked back up at you, "So you work at a bar?"

"Unfortunately," you huffed.

"You don't like it?" he asked.

"Not really," was your reply, making him frown, "Kills my feet and it's usually shit pay and tips. I'd quit and get a new job if I could but I can't risk losing my apartment and stuff..."

"I understand," he said and looked like he was going to say something else but the waiter interrupted with the plates of food.

The two of you fell into a surprisingly comfortable silence as you began eating. You hummed at the delicious taste, making Namjoon smile.

"Good right?" he chuckled when you nodded enthusiastically, taking another bite.

After you both had finished your burgers, he ordered a piece of chocolate mousse cake to share. It was wonderfully easy to fall into Namjoon's rhythm, you realized. He was calm, easy to talk to, and witty — making you laugh by barely doing anything.

You were comfortable with him.

However, there was a heavy feeling deep in the back of your mind as you remembered that this wasn't real. It was his job to make you have fun — he was paid to make you feel nice.

You were surprised to find that the two of you had been there for a while — it was nearing four o'clock. He seemed a bit surprised as well as he checked the watch on his wrist. You couldn't help but notice how expensive it looked.

"I think we should get going, our next destination awaits," he stood up, slapping down a couple bills from his wallet as a tip.

"There's more?" you asked, taking his hand when he offered it to you.

He chuckled, lacing your fingers together as he nodded, "Of course, wouldn't it be disappointing if this is all we did? A whole 24 hours to kill...man, I would not be worth my salt."

"I-I guess..." you chuckled, acutely aware of the way his hand felt in yours, "Where are we going though?"

"Ah...you're not getting information out of me that easily," he teased, opening the door for you to let you out first, "It's a surprise!"

"What if I hate surprised?" you asked, teasingly raising a brow.

"Well..." he stopped in front of a sleek black car and smiled, "I guess you better learn to love them pretty fast."

He didn't let you answer before he was opening the passenger car door and ushering you inside. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he shut the door with a slam and jogged around the front to slide into the driver's seat.

As he began driving, he turned on the radio and let a comfortable silent settle in. You took a moment to take him in; his long, pretty fingers gripping the wheel and the way his jeans hugged his thick thighs. As he stared ahead at the road, you could make out the sharp of his jawline and how his lips glistened in the sunlight after he dug his tongue across them.

He was dreamy to say the least.

"You okay?" he asked, smiling that pretty smile, "Do you want to AC on?"

"No, I'm okay," you replied, looking away at almost being caught.

However, you were quickly forced to look back at him when you felt his hand slide over yours on the middle console until you let him lace your fingers together.

"We're heading out of Seoul," he said, "We should be at our destination by 7."

"Is there something interesting going on out of Seoul?" you asked, making him shake his head.

"Interesting for other people, no. Interesting for us...very much so," he squeezed your hand, bring it up to his lips to press a kiss against the skin.

Your heart hammered loudly in your chest as his lips lingered.

He was good at his job, you'd give him that.

The time passed with the two of you talking; he introduced you to his favorite music and made you laugh as his sang along off-key. He even took a bit to passionately explain a recent portion of his course in college to you — even though you barely understood anything. He looked so cute with bright eyes as he excitedly spewed things off from memory.

It was nice. It was comfortable.

His hand in yours felt nice.

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a vibrant orange glow on the world around you when the two of you suddenly pulled into a side road. The pavement gradually turned to gravel before it was just dirt.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were bringing me out here to murder me," you joked as you watched the heavily lined trees pass.

Namjoon laughed wholeheartedly from beside you, "Oh darn, you caught on."

His sarcasm made you smile, your eyes focused on the road in front of you. After several minutes, the trees finally vanished Namjoon stopped the car.

You stepped out of the car when he opened the door for you, grinning.

Looking around, you realized you were in a huge grass field. There wasn't anything in sight as far as you could see. It was a vibrant green, almost glowing in the orange light.

"What...what's here?" you asked, looking to him as he leaned back against the hood of his car.

"Just wait, baby, come here," you flushed at the pet name and let him pull you into his chest.

His arms wrapped around your waist and you could feel his breath fanning over your ear. He smelled incredible, a musky — almost spicy scent of his cologne making your eyes flutter.

You relaxed, your back to his chest as you both stared out over the seemingly endless field.

As the minutes ticked by, the sun began to sink lower and the light diminished further. You were eager to know what exactly you were waiting for.

Suddenly Namjoon hummed, "There they are..."

Your eyes moved from his face back to the field and you couldn't help but gasp at what you saw.

The field was lighting up with seemingly millions of little lights. You stepped forward, eyes wide as you watched the lights dance around endlessly as the field vibrantly came to life.

"This is..." you gaped for a second before looking back at Namjoon, "Incredible!"

"I heard about this place a couple months ago," he explained, pushing himself off the hood of his car, "A friend of mine took his kids out here and it sounded so magical I wanted to come. I didn't have the opportunity to until now."

"I'm so glad you decided to take me here," you whispered, beginning to make your way into the field.

The grass was thigh-high, clearly unmaintained but you didn't mind. The fireflies surrounded you, landing on your body and flickering their little lights brightly.

"I'm glad I took you here too..." he said, making you jump as he was suddenly behind you.

As you looked up at him, you could see the way the fireflies lights reflected off the deep pools of brown in his eyes. He looked ethereal, smiling down at you as if it were just the two of you in the world.

He turned you around, wrapping his arm around your waist and reaching up to cup your cheek. Your breathing stuttered as he leaned down just slightly — hinting at what he wanted.

"Can I kiss you, ______?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Y-Yeah...I'd like that..." you replied.

He smiled just slightly before his lips descended down upon yours. They were soft and as his thumb softly stroked your cheek, you returned the kiss. Your hands found purchase on his chest and you stood on your tip toes to deepen the kiss. He eagerly reciprocated, cupping the back of your head to tangle his fingers in your hair as his lips moved effortlessly against your own.

When you pulled away, you were both panting and he wore a small smirk.

"Ready to head back?" he asked, voice a few octaves deeper.

A shiver went down your spine when you felt his way his hands lingered on your body. You nodded and let him take your hand to lead you back to the car.

The atmosphere between the two of you changed drastically from before. It was tense and heated.

You could feel his gaze shifting to you every few minutes, lingering in a way that had your body heating up. With every second that passed, the more you thought about that kiss.

He was a good kisser. You wondered what else those lips could do. He had pretty hands. You wanted them on your body — wanted to feel his touch on your skin.

It seemed Namjoon shared the same idea as his hand suddenly found purchase on your thigh — bare from the skirt you wore. Goosebumps rose along your skin in response.

His fingers inched towards the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You let your thighs separate for his wandering touch and you heard him release a breathy exhale.

"Tell me if you want me to touch you," he said, making you lick your lips, "I'll only do it if you say yes."

"Pl-Please touch me, Namjoon," you breathed shamelessly eyes fluttering when his hand forced your legs further apart so he could cup your clothed core.

"The safeword is firefly," he growled, the sound only dampening your panties. Your breathing hastened at the soft, teasing touch of his fingers, "Say it."

"Th-The safeword...is firefly," you breathed, letting your head fall back against the headrest as you arched you hips further into his touch.

"Good girl," he grinned, never taking his eyes off the road.

His fingers were skilled and precise, forcing the damp fabric between your folds to find your clit. You shuddered at the rough friction against your hardening bud, biting your lip to hold back from crying out. He let out a breathy chuckle, clearly enjoying teasing you.

You were getting wetter with every second that passed, making your panties stick to you almost uncomfortably.

"Can you take your panties off for me, babygirl?" he asked, taking his eyes off the road to take a look at you as you reached under your skirt. Hooking your thumbs beneath the band of your panties, you tugged them down. You pulled your knees up to your chest to tug them off of your feet.

Before you could toss them away, Namjoon grabbed them and sat up to shove them into his pocket before his hand found purchase on your thigh again.

"Spread your legs wide, baby," he mumbled, licking his lips as you did as you were told.

With your pussy completely exposed, he could see the way your wetness glistened in the passing light from outside. He let out a breathy groan when his digits found their way between your folds, spreading them apart to make you shiver as the AC breezed over your sensitive slit.

You let your mouth fall open with a small whine when he slid his middle finger into your entrance, the long digit easily finding your sweet spot — which he immediately began to abuse. When you looked over to him, you could see he wore a smirk on his lips and it made your walls flutter around him.

He hummed, pulling the digit out to circle your swollen clit — your own arousal allowing him to make effortlessly quick circles on the bud until you reached down to grab his wrist.

He chuckled, letting you slow him, "Sensitive, baby?"

"Mhm..." you sighed, not releasing your hold on him as he moved to sink two fingers into your cunt, "Feels good..." you whispered.

"Yeah?" he chuckled, licking his lips as he slowly pumped his fingers into your wet pussy, the noises almost obscene in the otherwise quiet car, "So tight, baby."

You didn't offer a response, merely grinding your hips down to get him to touch that spot again. When he did, you jolted and moaned. Namjoon hummed, his cock painfully hard in his jeans. He wanted to relieve the ache but both hands were too occupied.

"Hey baby?" he asked, smiling at your dazed 'hm?', "Can you unbutton my jeans for me?"

As you reached over, fingers ghosting over his hardness through the material of his jeans, he added a third finger. It made you paused, instinctively gripping his cock. He groaned, biting his lip at the feeling until you finally pulled the button out of the loop and pulled the zipper down.

"Fuck, that's better..." he mumbled to himself, angling his fingers in your hole upwards to press that spot again — enjoying the way it made you tremble.

He paused in surprised when your hand dove beneath his jeans to cup his cock through the cotton of his boxers, "You're...big..." The comment had him grinning, ego boosted, "You know how to use it, right?"

"Do you think I don't, babygirl?" he growled, pulling his fingers from your cunt to lightly slap your clit. You jolted and covered your mouth with your hand to quiet the shriek you let out in surprise at the sting.

You hummed, squeezing his cock, "I hope you do but...sometimes guys have big cocks that they just can't use."

You felt a rush of excitement as you saw his tongue poke the inside of his cheek angrily, clearly not happy with your challenge.

"You'll see how well I can use this cock soon, baby," his voice was low and dark, "Until then, sit back and let me play with your little cunt, huh? I don't wanna hear anything but moaning from that pretty mouth, got it?"

You didn't answer, resulting in a sharp slap to your sensitive bud again.

"Answer me," he growled, stroking his fingers over your folds to sooth the sting when you voice your understanding.

It seemed like everything turned into a daze around you. You could only focus on the incredible feeling of his hands touching your cunt. Every time it seemed that you were close to release, he'd back off and ease you away from orgasm.

You were growing frustrated, nearing tears when the car came to a sudden stop. Blinking yourself out of the daze, you looked around to find you had pulled into a small parking garage.

You sat up in the seat, pulling your thighs together and shivered when you felt how wet you were. Namjoon opened your door and helped you out, slamming it before you heard it automatically lock — deafening in the garage. He took your hand and tugged you in the direction of the doors.

There was a red carpet leading up the two darkened glass doors which Namjoon easily opened with a slide of a card in the reader that sat on the wall. When you stepped inside, you were stunned to see that it was a breathtaking, extravagant sitting room.

It was furnished mostly white with a couch and chairs, even a TV and table. There was a door on the other side that also appeared to be locked with a card reader.

"This is restricted to the guys and clients only," he explained, leading you over to an elevator. He pressed the button to call it and the two of you fell silent.

You squeezed your thighs together at the lingering arousal, only increasing when you felt his hand trail beneath the back of your skirt the graze over your folds. The elevator dinged and slid open, the two of you stepping inside. Namjoon pressed a button and the elevator doors closed.

He suddenly turned around, pinning you against the wall of the elevator. The metal railing pressed against your spine but you paid it no mind because his lips were quickly pressed against yours. You sighed into the kiss, gripping his shirt tightly in your hands to pull him closer to you. His body was warm and firm, hands gripping your hips to grind his still hard length against you with a groan.

The elevator dinged with the arrival to the correct floor, his lips lingered on yours for a second before the doors began to open. Before either of you could step off, you were greeted by another man who stood with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"What're you doing, Jimin?" Namjoon asked, sounding surprised as he stepped aside to let the other on.

"I was going to go out but now I'm stuck in an elevator with you for another minute," the new man mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back.

You took a moment to look him over, black hair pushed back messily to reveal strong brows and sharp eyes. The man oozed intimidation and you felt your heart speed up. Namjoon seemed unaffected and you assumed it was because he'd been around the stranger, Jimin, a lot.

The elevator dinged once again and opened up. Jimin gave Namjoon a short wave when you both stepped out before he reached over and pressed a button. You caught sight of a smirk on his full lips before the doors closed.

You let out a sigh, letting Namjoon take your hand once again.

"Sorry about that," he chuckled, "We don't usually run into each other like that."

"He's another...date?" you asked as he led you down a hallway. There were several doors that you passed but he was taking you to the very end of the hall it seemed.

"Yeah, that's Jimin," he responded.

"He was...scary," you mumbled, making him laugh.

"A couple of the guys are pretty intimidating," he said, "A lot of girls are into that type though."

"I see..." you said, the run in with another date only seemed to pull you out of the daze you'd gotten into with him. It reminded you that you were only part of his job, and that thought made your chest ache. You felt almost pathetic and you realized how lonely you would feel after you left him.

"Again, sorry," he sighed, seemingly realizing you had been pulled from the scene. He stopped in front of a door at the very end of the hallway, pulling out the card he used for entry and slid it into the door like a hotel keycard. The red light turned green and he pushed the door open.

"It's okay..." you assured, smiling politely when he let you walk in first.

He flicked the light on and you paused to look around. It was a homely, casually decorated room. There was a TV and a couch connected to a kitchen. You could see through a doorway across the room that it was a bedroom. The carpet was soft and warm beneath your feet when you took your shoes off.

"This is our room for the night," he smiled, placing his keys and wallet into a drawer next to the door, which automatically locked with a keycode, "I chose it just for you."

"There are other rooms to choose from?" you asked, wandering further into the living room to take a seat on the couch.

"Yeah, this whole floor is actually mine," he said, kicking his own shoes off, "We all have our own floor. Each room is furnished and styled differently according to client and scene."

"Interesting," you sighed, letting yourself relax on the couch as Namjoon wandered into the kitchen.

You watched him open the fridge and pull out a couple bottles of coke. He placed it down on the coffee table in front of you before he sat down as well.

"Thanks," you smiled as he put his arm around your shoulders and grabbed the remote, turning the TV on.

After a moment of him channel surfing, you realized you needed to pee. Excusing yourself, you followed his directions into the bedroom to the bathroom.

The bedroom was designed just as homely as the living room, with a bed of several fluffy pillows and a bedspread that looked soft. There was a dresser and bedside tables as well. It sort of looked like a bedroom a couple would share.

Shaking that thought from your head, you stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

Namjoon sat on the couch and sighed when he heard the bathroom door close. He could tell you felt strange about everything now and he cursed Jimin's appearance.

The only way the scenes worked was if he was able to make his client feel like their relationship was real and genuine. Usually he would let his client figure her own way around and he'd move on with his job but for some reason he really wanted to see you lost in everything with him.

You weren't familiar with this life whereas his clientele consisted of women who regularly used dating services. The way everything was so new to you was endearing and he wanted you to have a good time.

He broke out of his thoughts when you sheepishly called his name from the doorway of the bedroom.

"What is it, baby?" he asked, glancing at the way you gripped the edge of your skirt.

"Y-You still have my um..." a smile bloomed across his face as you inched closer to him until you were standing in front of him.

"Your what?" he asked, cocking his head to the side in faux confusion.

"M-My panties," you grumbled, holding your hand out, "Give them back, it feels weird not wearing any."

"I think I prefer you without them," he grinned, sitting forward.

Your breathing stuttered when his hands gripped your thighs, urging you forward until your standing between his spread knees. His fingers found the edge of your blouse, pulling it out of the band of your skirt. Your hands naturally found purchase on his hair as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss against the soft skin of your stomach.

His hair was soft and he sighed when you tugged it as his lips ghosted over a sensitive spot. Pulling back, he reached up to undo the first button of your shirt, pausing to give you a chance to stop him. When you didn't, he continued to undo the buttons until it was hanging open. He licked his lips as he sat back to admire you, your breasts looking wonderful in the pretty bralette he knew you wore just for him. It wasn't lost on him that it matched your panties.

His hands traveled up your body until he cupped your breasts through the bra, making you sigh and arch your back for him. He pushed the bottom up until your breasts came into view and he felt his cock throb in his jeans at the sight of your perked nipples.

Your cheeks burned hot as he shamelessly drank in the sight of your bare breasts. You quickly stripped the article off, leaving you in your skirt alone.

He released a shaky breath and grabbed your hips, urging you forward until you fell into his lap. Cupping the back of your head, he brought you down for a heated kiss. You could feel his length, so hard, beneath you and you reached down to unbutton his jeans once again. This time, however, you pulled his cock free. You could see precum glistening on the tip and as you gave him a quick squeeze, you watched it drip down the head to meet your hand.

He pulled you down so you were suddenly sitting on his cock, the shaft sliding between your wet folds. He groaned, head falling back as you immediately began to grind against him, your clit sliding along the sensitive underside of him.

"You're so wet..." he breathed as he felt you dripping down his cock, "Does it feel good, baby?"

"So good," you whined, gripping his shoulders as you eagerly ground yourself against him, your clit throbbing as you were reminded how you were edged and denied by him earlier.

The high you'd missed out on was rapidly growing again, making you tremble in anticipation. Namjoon sensed your impending orgasm and quickly stopped you, forcing you back onto your knees.

Before you could voice your complaints at being denied again, you were roughly pinned down with Namjoon hovering over you. He leaned down, cupping your cheek as he pulled you in for a kiss.

You gasped into his mouth as you felt his cock at your entrance. You could distantly register the crinkle of a condom wrapper but were too absorbed in the kiss to think about it.

You both froze, eyes locking as he sunk into your tight cunt, your walls squeezing him so perfectly that it made his lashes flutter. Neither of you wanted to wait, you arched your hips, grinding down on him until he pulled back.

When he sunk into you completely and you cried out when he found your sweet spot with practiced ease.

"Holy shit," you whined, clinging to his shirt as he focused on hitting that spot.

"Feel good?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face when you nodded, "Think I know how to use my cock?"

"Fuck, yes," you panted, losing your grip on him when he suddenly sat back on his knees.

He gripped you beneath your knees and pinned them to your chest. You were left deliciously exposed and the angle allowed him to hit your spot even better. The orgasm you continued to be denied was growing once again.

Sweat caused Namjoon's hair to cling to his forehead and there was a dark glaze in his eyes as he watched the way you hungrily took him in. Your cunt was creaming wet as you gushed on him, painfully close to cumming but unable to without him touching your clit.

He grinned as you whined, dangling so close to the edge, he kept building you up but never let you fall over. The desperate way you ground against him made his cock throb, close to his own orgasm.

It turned him on, having such control over you. Knowing that he was the only one who could make you cum in this moment.

"Please, please make me cum, Joon..." you practically sobbed.

The nickname took him by surprise, throwing him off guard and it pushed him over the edge. You whined when he stilled, feeling the way his cock was throbbing in the throws of his orgasm, the lovely little groan he gave as pleasure coursed through his body.

He pulled out, watching the way you trembled. The denial was painful, leaving you with teary eyes and pouting lips.

Suddenly, he was sinking two fingers into your entrance and there was the hot feeling of his tongue on your clit. Your hands flew down to grip his hair. He pumped his fingers upwards, hitting your spot as he sucked your bud into his mouth.

Your walls fluttered and tightened around him with your high. Your whole body tensed before you were cumming. He groaned, releasing your clit from his lips but flattening his tongue against it as it pulsed in time to your orgasm.

You were crying out, the orgasm that had been denied several times being one of the most powerful you'd ever experienced.

Before long, you were whining in overstimulation until he finally pulled his fingers from your cunt. Giving you a final lick to your clit, enjoying the way it made your body jolt, he pulled away.

He brought his cum soaked fingers to his lips, meeting your gaze as he took them into his mouth. Your squeezed your thighs together at the way he moaned at your taste, swirling his tongue around the digits until he deemed them clean enough.

Then, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours — letting you barely taste yourself.

The two of you were panting, worn out from the intense session.

"We should get cleaned up," he breathed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Yeah," you nodded, letting him pull you up and lead you to the bathroom.

He closed the door and began to strip. The only thing you had to do was push your skirt down until you were completely nude.

"I've...never done that before," he suddenly said as you both stepped beneath the rainhead shower, hot water pouring over you both.

"Done what?" you asked, smoothing your hands over you skin to quell the goosebumps.

"Used my...mouth," he mumbled before quickly shaking his head, "I-I mean I've eaten girls out before, I've had girlfriends obviously but...I've never done it with a client."

"Oh..." you hummed, meeting his gaze. He seemed almost nervous, "Th-Thanks...for doing it with me, I guess?"

He chuckled, nervously reaching up to comb his now wet hair back, "Don't take this the wrong way but...I really don't know why I did it. I just...had this overwhelming need to taste you..."

The confession send a shiver down your spine and you bit your lip, "And...was it up to your standards."

He grinned, stepping forward until he was towering over you, "Exceeded them."

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, sighing into the kiss. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulled you closer to him.

"I want to do it again," he mumbled, reaching behind him to shut the water off.

"Wh—!" you were cut off by him suddenly picking you up. Clinging to him, you were paranoid he would drop you but before you could enjoy being in his arms, he was tossing you onto the bed.

Neither of you cared you were soaking wet from the shower, he spread your legs and dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. He was perfect height to slide his tongue through your folds, making you sigh. You were still sensitive and eagerly spread your legs for more.

He was good with his tongue, letting his tongue find its way into your entrance — hot and wet. Mouthing at your clit, he swirled his tongue around the bud, enjoying the way you whined at the stimulation. Reaching down, you ran your fingers through his wet hair and tugged.

Namjoon was in heaven, the taste of you sweet juices on his tongue going straight to his cock. It was maddening how you had such a strong effect on him.

Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he slid his tongue between your folds with a moan. He took your clit into his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking lightly to make your thighs jump.

"I'm gonna cum..." you whined, arching your back as you abandoned your hold on his hair in favor of the sheets.

"Cum," he urged, never stopping his tongue on your clit, even as you arched and let out a low moan. You trembled in his hold and gasped, clamping your thighs around his head to stop him when it quickly turned into overstimulation.

He stood up, eagerly crawling onto the bed, meeting your lips for yet another feverish kiss. Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his hardened shaft, pumping it a few times until he moaned and pulled away.

"Ride me?" he breathed, making your heart skip a beat.

You nodded, the two of you moving effortlessly together until you were positioned above his cock.

"C-Condom?" you asked, remembering how he had gotten one earlier.

"Fuck..." he dropped his head back, eyes following your wetness as it dripped onto the head of his cock, "I...You can say no but...I don't fucking want one."

"Me either," you confessed, prodding the very tip of him at your entrance.

"I trust you're clean?" he asked, watching you nod though he was fully aware that you could be lying, "Fuck, take me in, baby."

You did so without hesitation, the two of you groaning as you sunk down on him — walls stretching to accommodate his thick length. You rolled your hips against him, grinding your sensitive clit against his pelvic bone. Sighing in pleasure, you pulled yourself almost completely off before dropping back down.

Namjoon /whimpered/, gripping your hips as you eagerly began to ride him. You reached up, pinching your own nipples as you effortlessly moved. Your walls spasmed and clenched around him, the feeling of him stuffing you full intoxicating.

"Th-This is so fucking reckless," he choked out, knocking your hand away to cup one of your breasts, "I never...do it bare but fuck...I've never wanted it more."

"Y-You feel so good..." you whined, resting your hands against his chest for more leverage.

"That's it, good girl," he praised, pinching your nipple to make you cry out.

You could feel him throb inside you, obviously close. Your wetness coated his cock, dripping down his shaft to his balls. The fact you got so wet for him only turned him on more. He tightened his grip on you, urging you to quicken your pace.

You were more then happy to oblige, leaning down to pull him into yet another kiss as you rode him. Your thighs were burning, sore, but there was nothing in the world that could stop you in that moment.

"Gotta feel you cum around me," he panted, urging you to sit back up. You leaned back, putting your weight on his thighs.

"Please," you begged, biting your lip.

He watched the way your breasts bounced in time to your movements. He brought his thumb to his mouth, wetting the pad of it with a quick lick before pressing it against your little clit. Your eyes rolled back and he could feel you clench tighter around him, your mouth falling open in a silent moan.

"Cum on my cock, babygirl," he ground out, clenching his teeth to hold back his own orgasm, "Come on, do it for me, baby."

With a final, exuberant cry, you were cumming. Your walls spasmed and you trembled above him, nails digging into his thighs. He didn't mind, the sting only adding to the pleasure.

"Fuck, where can I cum?" he asked, voice tight was he forced himself to stop from blowing his load inside you.

"Inside, please, cum inside," you begged, resuming rolling your hips against him even though you were painfully sensitive from your own orgasm.

Namjoon let out a loud groan, "Fuck," as he came. His grip on your hips tightened as you felt the hot rush of his cum filling you up. It dripped from inside you, running down his shaft and making a mess but neither of you minded.

His hissed, "Stop, stop," until you stopped moving.

The two of you sat for several long minutes until you finally pulled off of him. His cum gushed out further but you only laid beside him, uncaring. He wrapped you up in his arms, and kissed the top of your head.

"I can't believe I did that..." he said, an almost gleeful chuckle escaping his lips.

"Y-You don't ever do it bare with...clients?" the word rolled awkwardly off your tongue.

He nodded, "It's not technically against policy but...it's urged. Some of the other guys order STD tests before a meeting so they can go bare but...I don't usually."

"Then why with me?" you asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

He was quiet for a moment, eyes analyzing your face, "I don't know. I think I'm addicted to you."

You were surprised by his words, eyes widening. He gave you a small smile and urged you to lay your head back down.

With his heartbeat pounding against his chest, you couldn't help but wonder what would happen when the 24 hours were up.

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Last year I made a post with all my fave Drarry fics from my first year of fandom. Have my second year wrap up! Listed by Rating and then length. 

RATING: TEEN AND UP AUDIENCES

Beautiful by @xx-thedarklord-xx​​ (2017; 8.9k)

Summary: With the second task looming closer, Harry escapes to the Black Lake to open the egg, in the hopes of avoiding Myrtle. The Mersong isn't just helpful in figuring out that Mermaids are real, it attracts his very own handsome Merman.

*I didn’t know I love merpeople AUs until I read this one. It was cute and sweet and I’m really glad I read it. 

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi​​ (2017; 93.3k)

Summary: 'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

*What can I say. This is a masterpiece, it absolutely entered my heart to never leave it again. Best AU ever!!!

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered​​ (2018; 153.8k)

Summary: Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

* This has been the turning point of my Drarry passion this year. First, I discovered Lettered (good Lord why hadn’t I before?!) and then, well. This fic brought out so many feelings in me and I’ve already re-read it something like 5 or 6 times in the span of a few months. Amazing.

RATING: MATURE

you’ve got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (2018; 20.7k)

Summary: When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

* The angst!! It’s usually not my cuppa, but this was bittersweet and just so well written, I couldn’t stop reading. Find the rec for this one at this post.

RATING: EXPLICIT

Give Me Sweet Oblivion by @tryslora​​ (2012; 4k)

Summary: Italy seems like a long way to go to keep a fetish secret. But the club is exclusive, and the far away location, and Muggle nature, promises anonymity from Wizarding Britain. The only problem is that sometimes, great minds think alike.

*Super hot, I love finding old gems like this one. Plus, Italy. Go, folks!

Shiny Things, Slightly Damaged by @lqtraintracks​​ (2020; 5.3k)

Summary: Harry may not ever have had to see it if McGonagall hadn’t decided it was a good idea to hold a ceremony on the grounds outside before the Sorting in the Hall. And by ‘it’ he’s referring to Draco Malfoy on a motorbike.

*jsklajdksajfa This one! THIS ONE! Slayed me. I read it feverishly and then like, fainted at Draco on a motorbike.... this fic surprised me and I 100% loved it.

A Ghost of Blissful Feelings by @alpha-exodus​​ (2020; 6k)

Summary: Harry hadn't expected to spend his eighth year fucking Draco Malfoy, but it's the only thing that helps him let go.

*Dunno guys, I’m amazed by how much this one hit me. You should read the tags before diving in, but it was darkish in the right way, Harry and Draco suffers and find peace in a ‘’special’’ way, but I stand by it. Hot and intense.

Tell Me (What you Need) by @keyflight790​​ (2019; 6k)

Summary: Even though Harry was paying for his Dom, there were limits; breaking points in which someone would refuse, no matter how many Galleons were pushed in their direction.

*Okay, I may be biased because this is a gift for me, but Chris never lets down with her amazing writing and this has everything I need and more: Dom!Rentboy!Draco and a perfectly sweet Harry with a Daddy!kink. I mean.

Dangerous by Faith Wood (2014; 6.3k)

Summary: Being trapped in a dungeon with Malfoy — who's a werewolf, a former Death Eater, and a giant git — is definitely dangerous. Harry has no reason to be excited. None at all.

*Y’all know Faith Wood is like my n.1 fave Drarry author. I have no idea why I had never read this one though!!! It’s actually phenomenal, scorching hot and just dsjkafjaks love this werewolf!Draco. OMG.

Scent and Sensibility by aidaninkling (2018; 7.5k)

Summary: [...] Draco's always known he'd be married off as a trophy omega, but suddenly his mother's trying to make him king by promising him to some stupidly good-looking alpha and she just won't stop smiling at him. Does fate's cruelty know no end?!

*This blew my mind. A/B/O AU so hot I melted while reading it and I loved it so much that I re-read it three times IN A ROW. No kidding. Read it. 

The Eighth Tale by @letteredlettered​​ (2012; 12k)

Summary: Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

*Back to Lettered. I love Time Travel fics, and this just delivered perfectly. The ending was also enigmatic enough to keep me wandering, which I always appreciate in these kind of stories. 

Sex, Lies and Veritaserum by @letteredlettered​​ (2011; 17.9k)

Summary: This entire fic is one long conversation about sex.

*LOL alright, I’ve developed a new obsession this year (clearly). This was ...gosh! Hot but it also gives away a certain level of intimacy and trust between Draco and Harry to be so open about their kinks... it was perfect.

On One’s Knees by pir8fancier (2008; 33.8k)

Summary: The war is over and to the victors go the spoils.

* The fic which made me fall in love with DownAndOut!Draco. 

The Pirate and the Prince by @nerdherderette​ (2019; 49.2k)

Summary: Draco can't believe that fate and circumstance have made him a stowaway on the Master of Death's ship. He doesn't know what's worse: the dread pirate's legendary vendetta against the aristocracy, or the fact that his captor is the most infuriating yet irrefutably fascinating man Draco has ever met.

*Okay y’all. Nerd is a great person and author. She is phenomenal. And this fic shows it so well. The pirate!AU the Drarry fandom both needed and deserved. Sublime.

Unhook the Stars by jad (2016; 70.5k)

Summary: [...] Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven't learned how to communicate like normal people – with words. Guest appearances by Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Teddy Lupin, Gregory Goyle, the Weird Sisters, ex-wives, several Weasleys, a Boggart, and a Honey Badger.

*Again, Dom!Draco and such a beautiful sub!Harry. They stole my heart. In this fic they grow up together through the aftermath of the war and they just... they have this intense Dom/sub relationship, I can’t... explain how much I loved this. Scorpius also makes his appearance and it’s so real and cute!

Such Great Heights by aideomai (2015; 93.3k)

Summary: Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating. Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

*This is one of the last ones I’ve read. Find my rec for it here. Such a cool fic, with a shunned Draco who gets to be so happy in the end, it made me happy too.

Burn The Witch by @lettersbyelise​​ (2019; 95.8)

Summary: When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

*I do not have the words to express what this fic means to me. First of all, it’s how I met Elise who’s an amazing person and who I’m glad to call friend. She’s the sweetest. And also incredibly talented. This fic will take your breath away from the first word to the last one. Smol!Scorpius is perfectly characterised and my absolute favourite bit of the fic. 

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid​​ (2019; 99.7k)

Summary: What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong?

*Another incredible person who I got to know better thanks to her breathtaking storytelling and her sweetness for sharing it with me. Quick made something amazing with this fic and I urge you to read it. It was my first creature fic ever, first time I read about werewolves and I totally fell in love with it. Sheer perfection. 

Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid​​  (2019; 169.5k)

Summary: Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect. Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

*Well, could I just miss out on another one of Quick’s great works? With, again, Dom!Draco!??? No, I couldn’t! This is such a great exploration of BDSM and what it means and Harry’s path into it. 

19 Years and 5 Minutes Later by TheMightyFlynn (2015; 202.8k)

Summary: Five minutes after his happily-ever-after, Harry finds himself locked in the public loos with an angry Draco Malfoy and a need that he has denied for 19 years.

*Find my rec for this fic here. It’s really long and has Ginny bashing, but it’s totally worth it!! 

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