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bby-deerling · 2 months

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sunshine of your love (law x reader nsfw)

law overhears you talking with ikkaku and takes notes ;^)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 3.4k masterlist

cw: afab!reader, virgin law, masturbation, oral sex (reader receiving), voyeurism kinda, teasing, law's kinda weird but he means well, friends to lovers, ikkaku is your girliepop, virginity loss, law is cocky, law is also a dork, alcohol consumption, hangovers

tagging: @willowbelle @sanjisjuul @eelnoise @kaizokuniichan @risenwrites @ragethebunny @mirillua @sanjisprincesswifey @atanukileaf

This was all a cruel joke—a way for Ikkaku to silently torture him as punishment for finally giving her a roommate on the submarine after all these years—at least that’s what Law tells himself as he listens to the conversation bleeding through too-thin walls into his bedroom.

The two of you had been drinking fairly heavily judging by the volume of your giggles and the way your words slur as you swap stories of escapades, some good, some bad, but mostly mediocre. Truthfully, he couldn’t care less about what Ikkaku gets up to in that respect, but when you speak, he hangs onto every word; the conversation is filthy, beyond explicit, and he now has a tantalizingly crisp image in his mind of exactly what gets you off and what doesn’t, and as drags his hand down his cock, he convinces himself that despite his lack of experience, he can give you what you crave. Part of him felt terrible for touching himself to something as innocent as you talking with your friend, but when you were describing what you like and don’t like in bed in so much detail, what else was he supposed to do with himself?

A lull in the conversation leads to Ikkaku coming up with some silly hypotheticals. “Alright, here’s one for you—fuck, marry kill: Shachi, Law, and…” she says, pausing for a moment while she thinks of a third option, “Me!” A pair of giggles echo through the wall when you immediately respond with a kill Shachi; if Law weren’t busy picturing you splayed out beneath him, he probably would have let out a snort of amusement too.

“Fuck you, marry Law.” you say decisively. Law lets out a hiss as he wills away the inadvertent image that pops into his head of Ikkaku on top of you, pleasuring you in the way he wishes he could—in the position that he should be in. Marry Law. The words bounce around his brain, driving him wild with the prospect of you not just wanting him once out of passing curiosity, but wanting him all the time. He’s wanted you so much, for so long, in every conceivable way, contriving excuses at every turn to spend more time alone with you, and lo and behold, here you were fantasizing about a life with him in your free time.

“Marry Law?” she balks incredulously, “You’re still on about that? I thought you got over that little crush you had—” Law’s hand stops stroking momentarily as Ikkaku’s words send him reeling. Feelings. You had feelings for him; he had wormed his way into your heart just like you had burrowed into his, and all of a sudden, he’s fisting himself with renewed vigor, propelled by the notion that if he plays his cards right, he’ll have the real thing sooner than he could have ever imagined. Images of you float through his mind as electricity courses through his skin—you by his side, you curled up in his lap while you flip through a novel, you laying face down as he fucks you into the mattress—each one carried the same weight of eroticism as he pictures the near future with you.

“I can’t help it!” you exclaim, far too loudly, but you were much too tipsy to be cognizant of the fact that Law’s bedroom was right next door, and despite his night owl tendencies, it was far too late to be lurking elsewhere on the submarine. “We’ve been spending so much time together and he just turns me into a flustered mess! He looks at me and has this look on his face, and I just—ugh, I need him!” you lament, causing Ikkaku to laugh at your plight and tease you further.

Rambling on, you say much more, about how much you cherish your time together, and wax poetic about how you feel a quiet kinship like him, as if he knows the contents of your soul without having to disclose them, but Law was still focused on the frustrated whimper you had let out when you said you needed him, replaying the words in the back of his mind like a broken record until he spills warm seed all over his hand. Guilt washes over him for disregarding your words of gushing adoration in the moment while his mind was preoccupied elsewhere, but he atones for his disrespect by ruminating on your tipsy ramblings as he drifts off to sleep.

The other half of my soul, you had said with a dreamy sigh—they were the exact same words that roll around his head whenever he thinks of you. Though half asleep, he concocts a half-baked plan to execute in the morning, sleepily setting his alarm to ensure he doesn’t miss his window of opportunity.

Law slips into your bedroom with a glass of water, a couple pieces of toast, and four-hundred milligrams of ibuprofen the moment Ikkaku leaves in the morning. Though he had only gotten a couple hours of sleep, the excitement flowing through his veins as he makes his way towards your room intent on subtly making his feelings known with a small gesture overpowers any exhaustion. Completely covered in your blankets from head to toe, the click of Law’s heeled boots against the floor prompts you to pop your head out from underneath, a dusting of red coating your face.

“For the hangover.” he says plainly as he sets the plate and glass on your nightstand. As you sip on the water, he takes in your lips and messy hair and weighs his options and contemplates taking an additional risk with you beyond simply hanging at your bedside for a bit of light conversation; despite how tipsy you had been last night, you’re now more parts pleasant than irritable and dizzy, and cute as a button as you thank him for going to the trouble of bringing you the light breakfast and medicine.

“It’s no trouble.” he insists, staring at you for a moment before committing to the urge in his core that keeps telling him to sling a teasing remark your way. “Besides since you want to get married so badly, I figured I should start taking better care of you.” he says with a smirk as he sits at the foot of your bed, masking his nerves with an aura of feigned confidence, behaving as if he’s made himself comfortable like this dozens of times.

He observes your reaction carefully, searching for any sign of disgust at him for eavesdropping as you turn red from head to toe; instead, he only finds mortification plaguing your face as your gaze turns downward towards your blankets. “I’m so sorry, Captain—” you squeak out, though before you can apologize further, he stops you, and you become acutely aware of the way he’s leaning in a bit closer to you, his hand nearly grazing the side of your leg.

“Why? Are you taking it back?” he asks; his expression is unintentionally blank as he focuses on analyzing the emotions on your own face. In turn, you find yourself unsure of whether he shared your feelings or was simply teasing you for being so brazen and loose-lipped while drunk.

“Only if you’re uncomfortable—” you start, but your voice falters and halts when his hand rests on your thigh and a devilish smirk graces his face.

“Do I look uncomfortable?” he teases, inching closer as he watches a flood of relief crash over your features, releasing your nerves with a shaky exhale.

You shake your head. “No, Captain.” you reply softly, inwardly cringing at the way you’d used his title out of habit. He lets out an exhale of amusement and gets unbearably close, hovering over you as the tension hangs thick in the small space between you.

“You need to relax.”he whispers softly, “Let me help you with that.” He hesitates for a moment before cautiously pressing his lips to yours. Law freezes for a moment before pulling away, admiring the half-lidded look in your eyes; playfully flirting with you while packaging his words in a coating of plausible deniability came naturally to him—the game of slowly pushing the envelope was fun for him—but kissing you, feeling you, and being on top of you were all novel and exhilarating new sensations that send him into a whirlpool of swirling nerves.

After listening to you complain about past experiences, he doesn’t want to disappoint you—he doesn’t want to fade into the back of your memory as another lousy story to tell.

As he gently coaxes your lips back to his, he runs through the laundry list of bad kissing habits you and Ikkaku had agreed upon last night: don’t clash your teeth against hers, don’t slobber in her mouth, don’t go crazy with the tongue. It seemed simple enough, and to an extent it was, as each muffled noise you make against his lips helps him learn, improve, and plan his next step, but everything from the press of your lips to the swirl of your tongue was so foreign and alien to him that he nearly forgets to take notes on what he likes in the process.

His hand creeps upward to cradle the side of your face—it was something you had said you adore, and the sweet, content noises you let out indicate that you were underselling your affection for the motion, if anything; however, what he doesn’t expect is to feel the flush of warmth that covers his face when you mewl against his mouth. He likes making you vocal, he decides, greedily soaking in each little bit of affection and praise you offer him as he slowly picks you apart.

I love getting my neck kissed so much—bites, licks, all of it. Words from last night echo in his head as he presses his lips in a trail down towards the sensitive column of your neck. The simple touches of his mouth along your skin are enough to make you squirm and whimper softly underneath him, giving him the confidence he secretly needs to sink his teeth into your flesh with an intent to mark you.

“You like that?” he purrs in your ear between nips of his teeth and swirls of his tongue against your neck. “Mhm…” you whine out, causing him to let out a small growl as he sucks at your skin. Satisfied with the bright red mark that would no doubt turn purple later, he lets his hovering hips fall, reattaching his lips to yours as he grinds his clothed cock into where he was approximately sure your core was underneath your sheets, and is gratified when he feels your legs spread slightly so he can feel a bit more of you. Succumbing to a haze of lust, Law is nervous but hungry for more—so much so that he becomes afraid of pushing things too far and pulls himself away so he can get a read on your pulse.

Your gazes lock together as you ask each other a silent question—how far do you want to go? A slight tremble courses though his hands; everything was seemingly happening all at once, but the tension between you had been building for months, and he can’t help but want to let everything spill over in this moment. He’s afraid to ask for too much and scare you off, but he’s filled with so much need that it makes him shake as he stares down at you, your lips still moist and kiss bitten.

“I want you, Law.” you whisper, the words traveling like tiny wisps that linger in the air. With a small sigh of relief, he’s resolved to give himself to you, give everything to you and lays the foundation in his head for a coarse path to reach that goal.

And then he moves your sheets, with the intention of being able to press himself closer to your body, and is thrown for a loop.

“Do you normally sleep without—” he stutters, unable to get the rest of his sentence out as he becomes transfixed on your bare lower half. He can’t resist letting one of his inked hands travel downward and rest along the curve of your hips as he takes in the expanse of bare skin, the tufts of wayward hair above your sex, and the hints of slick arousal that have began to creep along your inner thighs.

“No.” you say with a shake of your head, blushing furiously. Averting your eyes from his, you swallow hard before continuing. “I was… y’know…” you mumble, trailing into nothingness out of embarrassment from your admission, hoping it wouldn’t scare him off. Peeking at his reaction reveals quite the opposite as he gives you a feral grin, gears clicking together as he realized why you were hiding under your blanket when he entered the room.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about me, hm?” he hums teasingly, lips nearly grazing your earlobe. The ghost of a sensation makes you twitch, and he purrs with satisfaction at being able to make you squirm without even touching you. “Do you always think about me when you touch yourself?” he asks, letting his hand wander before resting his thumb on your needy bud, tracing light circles onto it, your words about hating when someone is too rough with it sitting clearly in the front of his mind.

“All the time…” you whisper as your back arches up off the mattress; the soft patterns he traces along your sensitive clit make you whimper for him, and the tone of your needy sounds nearly make Law cum on the spot.

“So do I.” he mumbles, the words distant on account of him being consumed by his task of working you up with his fingers. He contemplates going down on you, haphazardly pushing your shirt aside and kissing his way down your body, paying your tits some extra attention along the way, but he has absolutely no clue what to do beyond the theory of it all. Asking for assistance was out of the question—not when he was trying so hard to impress you enough to convince you to tether yourself to him permanently, not when he is so dead set on making sure you don’t realize that this is his first everything; looking incompetent in front of you was not an option, in any sense of the word.

And so, he takes a deep breath and decides to learn through doing.

Now, face settled between your legs, he was truly out of his element. More overheard guidance from the previous night floods his head. Keep your tongue flat and lick from side to side. Don’t fake a ton of obnoxious noises while you do it. It’s okay to roam a little, but keep your attention on the clit. He cyclically runs through each one of your preferences in his mind as he drags his tongue across your bud, instinctively picking up on the right pressure, the right patterns based on your reactions—it’s like a puzzle for him, though instead of clicking pieces into place or filling out a crossword, he’s slowly turning you into a squirming mess with his mouth. If he were any less drunk on the sensation of making you fervently writhe against him, he’d be thrown off by the way you snap your hips harshly along his tongue, doing more work than he feels you should be doing, but he’s simply awestruck by how pretty you look when you’re so intently focused on getting off. You seem so close, and, desperate to do something to push you over the edge, he grips your thighs tightly, making his best attempt at replicating your description of how much you said you enjoy it.

To his pleasant surprise, it works.

And when you come crashing over the edge, with white-hot intensity, he can’t help but slip his tongue inside you, wanting to feel every bit of your arousal on his tongue and experience the way your walls spasm—he wants to feel you coming apart and study it for future reference. You’re gorgeous, with your knuckles twisting and clutching at your bottom sheet, and your face blooming with heat.

He's been so singularly focused on pleasing you, on proving himself and protecting his ego, that he had put his own needs on the backburner, but seeing you glowing, needy, and all for him makes him unable to wait any longer to have you.

Unbuckling his pants, freeing his cock, and lining himself up with your entrance, he's about to slide his length inside of you, but something makes him instinctively pause; he’s not quite sure what’s making him hesitate, until he remembers.

You like to be teased.

He presses the smallest bit into you before withdrawing, making you let out a sigh of frustration. “You want it?” he coos playfully, smirking down at you when you grind your hips towards him in vain.

“Please, Law… I need it…” you whine, slightly pouting your lips out at him.

Please.

“Then take it.” he whispers lowly as he bottoms out inside of you, hiding his burning face in the crook of your shoulder as he’s flooded with another wave of novel sensations. Pride swells in his chest upon hearing you beg for him, plead for him to take you; the feeling is intoxicating, so much so that he nearly forgets that he doesn’t quite know what to do once he’s fully sheathed inside of you. Flailing for only the briefest of moments, he does the only thing he can think of—stop thinking so much, for once.

He acts on instinct, capturing your lips with his and swiping his tongue along your bottom lip clumsily as he rocks his hips into yours, trying to keep his strokes slow and even to prevent himself from getting too overwhelmed before he even truly starts. Soon enough, he regains his head and gets bolder, using your sounds and reactions as cues to make sure he’s barking up the right tree; the more decisive he is with his movements, the more you respond, and the better he can get a read on you.

But right now, he can’t see your face, opting instead to bury his own into the crook of your neck, scattering any patch of skin he can reach with kisses and love bites as he gives you surer, more intense strokes; just when he thinks he’s ascended to the truest form of a higher plane, completely dissolved into something intangible and forever mixed with you, he feels you do something that drives him even more wild. It’s paradoxical, how much he loves it when you wrap your legs around him; he so badly wants to be caged in by you, an eternal mess of tangled limbs, but the action is so intimate, so comfortable that it sends him spiraling unbearably close to the edge.

“Where do you want me to—” he rasps, unable to spit the rest of his words out as the way he buries himself deep inside you makes him gasp sharply.

“Anywhere.” you reply, the word dipped in layers of lust. He laments his inability to last longer, but the way you fit around his cock like a tight glove combined with the pretty, fucked out look on your face makes him unable to keep his composure.

A slew of whispered curses fall from his lips as he pulls out and spurts ropes of hot cum onto your lower stomach. Mesmerized by the look of his seed spread over your skin as he catches his breath, he takes a few moments to fall back down from space before planting a kiss on your lips.

“Thank you…that was… wow.” you say quietly with a smile, mind still scrambled as he haphazardly wipes you clean with the tissues that sit on your nightstand.

“Thank yourself.” he replies teasingly, pressing kisses along your collarbone as he settles in bed behind you, “You’re the one who gave me the detailed instructions.” His words make your cheeks flush as you nuzzle into his touch, his hands lacking their usual chill as they trace patterns into your skin.

“My other half.” he murmurs gently into your ear, in a hushed tone so quiet that you nearly think you’ve dreamt it.

A soft, lazy smile drifts onto your face. “My other half.” you echo, lacing your fingers with his and pressing a kiss to his knuckles before nodding off back to sleep together.

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11cupid-tarot11 · 7 days

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Pile 1 -> 3 🩷

Short random messages regarding love for you! 💓

Pile 1- the chariot, the star and seven of coins

For starters the star card is making me think you might already have a crush on this person or might know of them, take what resonates for you.

For others, I'm getting this person might just really admire you. I'm hearing they like you so much they're willing to basically cross seas for you.

This person is strong willed meaning when it comes to you nothing else matters in the world, I think they have their eyes on a prize and are very determined when they want something which would appear to be you lol

I think this person is already planning y'all future in their head, like they've really got everything figured out even how they want to approach you 😭 (that's cute lol)

I feel like this person just really wants to say you're all in their space and they're accepting it. Like they can't wait for the day you two come together (and get married I'm hearing for some 😉😜) but they're definitely planning on making their move soon!

Other messages- 1111 might be significant, you're hot, lots of dates in nature, can't wait to kiss you, I miss you already.

Pile 2- I FORGOT TO WRITE DOWN THE NAME OF THE CARDS BUT I WILL NOT FORGET NEXT TIME MY POOKIES 🤞🏾😜🩷

Okay, for this pile I'm picking up on a dynamic that's like light and day, one person in this connection is a bit colder, closed off and I feel like someone in this connection just refuses to give up.

I'm hearing 'let your doors down' and this person might feel very hurt that the other isn't open to the same emotion intimacy the other is into.

I'm seeing it might be best to take a break, maybe the relationship has gotten to a point neither of you had meant it to or you're just really disappointed by the outcome and they're clearly not up to your standards and it's not good to settle for less.

I'm seeing maybe some of us are trying a little too hard to hang onto this connection but we can't change nor fix something that's not broken.

I am seeing for some of you that removing your energy might actually make this person miss you, and if they love you enough they'll come around and compromise so the both of you can feel fulfilled and happy in the relationship and if they don't clearly they weren't the ones for you and that's okay, because you never know when the universe is going to throw someone new your way! This could be a blessing in disguise 🥸.

Other messages- 444 could be significant, the color red, maybe a red car? I have no idea what song this is but it's got something to do with driving?idk ur person is singing it 🤣 Maybe that's significant for someone out there?

Pile 3-

So for this pile I actually heard 'its time!" I think this pile is being called to awaken to something or for some of you a special someone? 🥹

Okay this message was a little harder to read but I think both ends have been stressing out over this? And it's kind of ridiculous because you're both literally good people according to spirit that would have a very beautiful relationship and would grow like a freaking fruit tree! I think spirit is saying since neither of you will make a move they'll be forced to push both of you using the universe- like magic almost I'm hearing.

This pile was shorter, and I'm also randomly hearing someone in this connection could be short lol? I think someone here might smile a lot too, I'm seeing smiley faces!

Other messages- the song 'Magic by txt', 12, 111, the color yellow and maybe the month of May- June might be significant for some of y'all?

Have a fantastic day! 🌹 See you all again soon! Hope you enjoyed 😊

Dm for personal readings!

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yeyinde · 1 year

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okay wait now we need a second version where the reader does leave with ghost and he walks her home and he's all shitty about the drunk flirting and she's like "bruh it was just flirting, if you would make a move i wouldn't need to make you jealous" 😌

ask and you shall (eventually) receive~ 🖤

i hope you enjoy this!!

"What? He's been keekin' you all night." There is a divot between his brow. When he turns his head, the fairy lights behind make his stubble look darker. "Yer aff yer heid!" Soap’s Version

It's all words.

Thin, hollow: they're empty ones bereft of meaning. They roll over you—a gale rocking you from side to side until you're dizzy with that awful little thing that clings to your pericardium, refusing to relent.

Hope.

Yearning (in English this time, if only just for him).

It clots there, taking root until you're a little queasy. A little unwell. The alcohol, perhaps, or—

He sits by Laswell, head angled down to murmur low in her ear about things that shouldn't matter right now when everyone is alive, and safe, and back together. But of course they do. They always do.

You wonder if they ever rest. If they ever take a moment's reprieve from the endless death and carnage that bulldozes your life until it's in shambles. Until the only thing that remains is broken chunks that reek of smoke and petrol.

It feels impossible.

He hasn't looked up once, despite whatever nonsense Soap might be on about. Untouchable. A chasm.

Ghost is a shoreless island in the distance. Rocky and steep.

Sometimes, if you stand on the furthest point of the beach, you can almost see the land peeking out from under the sea. Hazy. Shrouded. It sits amid the crashing waves, out of reach from everyone.

Soap pulls you back in, a few clipped words shared back and forth, and everything else melts away. This is easy.

This, being: drunk on expensive scotch (thank you, Captain Price; and oh no, thank you, I don't don't want a cigar) as you share snapped banter in a small pub. Vacant, of course, save for the six of you, and the barkeep. A man who offers little more than a nod at you when you mutter about the washroom, and swats at Price when he comes for peanuts and pretzels.

It's easy to pretend, you think, that the honeycomb eyes, a bashful grin, and hands that feel like the sun are what you want.

Easy, and yet—

You wonder if he's had anything to drink.

(You wonder if he'd keep his gloves on while he held you—)

You snap something at Soap, something you hope is witty and charming, and maybe if you play your cards right, you won't end up alone in a foreign land tonight. That, maybe, he'll let you close your eyes, and pretend—

It's ground out, raked through coals. "Soldier."

He makes you dizzy. Makes you want, yearn, makes you—

It falls into nothing, until your head is full of him: blood hell, Christ—

Never said I wasn't.

It feels like more of a reprimand than anything else he'd tossed your way thus far. A warning, maybe. Don't get too close. You know what you're in for.

Don't make him into the fairytale he isn't.

"And you, soldier?"

You're drunk. Too drunk. Head gummy and full of sin.

"Should leave," you say, casting a glance toward the mosaic window. A cross hangs in the distance. An augury. "Maybe go to church."

"Aye, lass. Think someone ought to get you home. Lt?"

You pull the last swallows in your cup before Soap has the chance to take it away from you. Liquid courage, you think, wilting under a black stare. A looming, uncharted island in the distance.

"C'mon," he says, words a shade away from being a command. "Haven't got all night."

You don't point out that it's nearly three in the morning—devil's hour in the company of a ghost—and wisely hold your tongue when Soap leans down, whispering: you can spend the night with me, hen.

"We're leaving." A growl, now.

It jars you. His voice is unlike anything else you've ever heard: gravel and ash; gunfire booming in the distance. It sits low, like the words are dragged up from the depths of his chest, and sounds like smouldering embers.

Your hands shake around the glass. It knocks against the wooden counter when you set it down, a hair too hard. You're crumbling. Slipping into waters that have no bottom. Rough, frothing. The white foam clogs your throat, drenches in you until you're weighed down, and sinking fast.

In over your head. No way out. The island is too far away.

His eyes are sharper than you've ever seen them. A yawning abyss. You wonder if something would snap at the tips of your fingers if you got too close.

Soap brows sit arched on his forehead, mouth thinning into a small line. "Alright, bonnie?"

"Gonna go home," you smile, tired. Wobbly. "Gotta get some sleep. Maybe next time, though."

Ghost's stare has never felt so heavy.

You stumble out of the pub behind him, pointedly ignoring the glance Gaz sends in your direction—the phone in your pocket already buzzing with texts that will make you whimper in the morning (saw you with Lt, mate. What the fuck? I mean what the bloody fuck?). This is normal, you think. Everyday. Mundane. Saturated in the ordinary.

Except—

Sometimes, your life doesn't make any sense. How you can go from coldly planning a man's—mens—murder to walking down the wet streets of Glasgow, head full of your Lieutenant.

The church peaks in the distance. The light spills, bathes it in yellow. The tolling bells call you an idiot.

Your head drops, eyes skirting toward the indomitable man beside you. Idiot, indeed. You can't help yourself, though. He's a magnet. A beacon.

A current sweeping you out to sea.

He says nothing. Hands tucked into the pockets of his black jacket, hood pulled down low. Those haunting eyes roam the corners, surveying the alcoves: always ready, always on-guard.

It's a stifling thing, this silence. Oppressive. Crushing.

Your throat itches with the urge to shatter it, to break it down until there is nothing left of it. Where it can't echo inside your chest like the brutal burn of rejection, and doesn't make your mind reel, an endless spiral of why and how and—

What can you do differently to make it a reality?

No man is untouchable. Not really. There had to be others in his life. A man like Ghost—

It's just impossible, isn't it?

Does he go to a brothel when the urge wells? A pub? Does he have dalliances with other agents he'd met in the field? Ones with battle scars, the taste of gunfire on their breath, and firm hands on their rifle? Is there someone already waiting at home for him, tucked inside a place no one else can reach them? The only inhabitant on an island in the middle of the sea.

What is his type?

And how can it be you?

Queries. Questions. They burn through you.

What if you just went for it? Is that what he likes? Someone who looks him in the eye, and says take me, I'm yours.

You open your mouth to ask, but are stopped in your tracks by the stare fixed on you. Breath caught in your throat. Lungs bereft of air. You splinter.

"S—sir…?"

"What?" It's harsh when it's ground out of his teeth. A snap.

"Are you angry?"

His eyes slide down to you, lidded and heavy. "Negative."

You huff. "Lying to me, now?"

"I've been called many things, Rookie, but a liar isn't one of them."

The grit in his voice makes you tremble. Makes a heat spume inside of you, not unlike the scotch from earlier.

Or—

Maybe it is the scotch. Your head is a slurry; a mess. The world around is shrouded in a sheen, a gloss, that makes the lights smear, and the cobblestone below quake under your feet.

"Are you—" jealous feels too strange in conjunction with Ghost. To the man who, as close as he is beside you, has never felt further away. Stupid Soap and his stupid words.

"Am I what?"

You mull it over. Let the word sit between your incisors to gauge the fit of it. It doesn't quite fit when you roll it around. Doesn't belong together.

(Like him, you.)

You stifle it.

He makes a noise, impatience, perhaps, and the word leaks into their terse air between you before you snap your jowls shut.

"Jealous?"

His eyes slide to you again. The whites glow under the street lamps. "Jealous?"

You feel a little silly. A little stupid. You blame it on the scotch. On Soap, and his keekin' you—

But—

You feel the words pool on your tongue, but you can't stop them from trembling out.

"I could have went home with Soap—"

"Why didn't you?"

It stings. The rejection hurts something fierce, but it's swallowed down.

(In for a penny…)

"You pulled me away. I could have been fucking him right now, and instead I'm wandering around Glasgow—"

Tonight feels as good as any to get your heart wrecked. Loose lips sink ships, after all.

"You might be fucking him, pet," his voice is a snarl, a feathered growl. "But you'd be thinking of me."

It punches into you, and makes you gasp, aloud; the sound echoing over the wet brick surrounding you. Your feet stutter when it's ground out, left to rot in the air. You jerk your head up to look at him, eyes wide. Heart-hammering in your chest.

He stops, too, hands now hanging by his sides, curled into loose fists. His chin is tipped down, liquid eyes boring into you.

You—

You've never seen a sight more damning. One more ready-made for ruin.

He makes you feel a low grade fever burning in your veins. Stupid, intoxicated.

You don't know where to go from here. Thinking of me. He's right. Of course, he is. It feels like a fractured mess when it tugs on the corner of your lip, a slowly unease smile. Distance, you think. You're an island far away from hurt.

Rejection. The brutality of his words—they can't reach your shores.

"And you'd be at home, getting thought of but not fucked." It's shakier than you'd wanted it to be, words a slow tremble. Then, a whisper: "You wouldn't even know."

"I would." He takes a step, another. His stare never wavers. "Just like I knew the first time you touched your little cunt to the thought of me. Couldn't look me in the eye for a week, pet."

"That's—"

It's true. You remember the time—all of them—and the realisation that he knows (he knows, he knows, he knows) burns into you. A knot of discomfort pools in your core.

There is embarrassment, of course there is. Shame, too.

But you're too drunk, too blootered, to think straight. Too raw, and cracked. You're a vanishing island. Water lapping at your inlands.

More hollow, thin words: "why did you take me out?"

"I gave you the option," he corrects, his voice is flat. It carries at the end, and leaves no room for any argument or protests.

It's true, after all.

You drop your chin, hands shaking. It's a bludgeon to your gut.

(How can it be you—?)

Stupid.

The false bravado quivers under his stare. A step backward flattens your spine to the wall of some long-closed Tandoori shop. The bricks are still wet from the rainshower that fell earlier. The cold dampness bleeds into your flesh. Goosebumps prickle.

More liquid courage, you think, hands balling into quivering fists by your side.

You lift your head. In for a penny, right?

No island is truly unreachable. No man, either.

All of this— something —with Ghost is drawn together into this single moment. The distance. The uneasy feeling on the nape of your neck when he's behind you. The want. He's been keekin' you all night. You look over and catch his stare. Feel it on your skin like a brand.

(Ready-made, always.)

It all has to mean something. It has to.

"Is that why you stare at me?"

His eyes are embers. The glow from the streetlights make him look like smouldering ash. Demonic. It thrills you.

"No, pet."

He leans in close, his body a shadow over yours. A tower. You can't see anything except the fill of him spreading out around you. Black. Endlessly so. Your perpetual night. The embers spark, blazing, when he bores into you. A wildfire in the distance. Atavistic fear brims.

Stay away from the fire and the being that can hurt.

His hand presses into the concrete beside your head. There is nowhere to run.

"I stare at you because I keep thinkin' about those little fingers trying to fuck yourself silly, and how desperate you must be knowin' it isn't enough."

You shiver—a whole body chill that has your teeth chattering together at the punctured words that drip, tainted with your demise, from his mouth.

The air in your lungs is noxious. It spumes inside until your knees quake, threatening to drop down into that unfathomable abyss that gapes below. The yawning maw of a man who wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into you until nothing remains. Rucked into the currents, it sends you careening out to sea until your fingers cling to the side of that untouchable island, begging for respite. Salvation.

It's a plea, a whimper: "you should have asked to take me home."

He offers none of it. His hand stretches out, and in the cup of his palm, he promises only ruin.

You shouldn't take it. Don't make him out to be the fairytale he isn't.

But the look he levels you with, ravenous hunger tucked inside the tenebrose of those spiralling depths, has you reaching out. A moth to a flame. The roar of the Styx in your head. You can't resist.

(You wouldn't even try.)

"I already am."

—Gaz regrets sending the text when he wakes up the next morning to a detailed commentary on all the ways his Lt absolutely ruined you

— he refuses to look either of you in the eye for weeks after

—this is completely irrelevant and feel free to roast me for it, but! my hc of a jealous!Ghost depends on where he's at in the relationship

—in the beginning: he doesn't trust, he does his job, and he's distant; but if he feels it, he'll close down. total distance. silence. he's mean about it, too. waspish. he'll try to push you away. cold hearted bastard to a T.

—but later?? oh, boy. that's when the Looming™️ starts. the, oh hey lemme go talk to that cutie over there - oh, wait. what the fuck that is that thing behind them and why does it look like it wants to eat me alive?! he's still mean, of course, but now he has a reason to snap. a reason to stand as close you as physically possible so everyone knows just who you belong to. and if he catches you flirting, i mean. rip, b. 🥹

#simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fanfic #simon ghost riley x you #requests #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #simon riley cod #cod mw2 #cod fanfic #lord its me again #they caught me simpin

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solarmorrigan · 3 months

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Hands Where I Can See Them, part 11

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Ao3

[Warnings for: open discussion of sex, brief sexual situation. Nothing explicit happens, but there is an optional explicit continuation to the chapter linked at the bottom if you're into it]

Eddie grabs the plastic-wrapped bouquet of flowers from his passenger seat before hopping out of the van and slamming the door behind him, heedless of the pocket of suburban silence that is Loch Nora. While Steve had insisted he be allowed to plan their next date (“It’s not because the last one got fucked up,” Steve had promised. “It’s because I like planning dates, too, and it’s my turn.”), he hadn’t said anything about not bringing him gifts.

Eddie heads up to the front door and rings the bell, even though it’s probably unlocked, and he could probably just walk right in – Steve might be expecting him to, even. They’ve started hanging out again, just spending time being together, like they had before, and Eddie’s pretty sure that means his “don’t bother knocking” privileges have been restored, but all the same, something about waiting at the door just feels right.

When he can hear Steve’s approach on the other side, Eddie holds the flowers up, obscuring his face just as the door swings open. There’s a moment of silence before Steve asks, “What are these?”

Eddie snorts, dropping the bouquet a bit and sidling around Steve and into the foyer. “These, my dear Steve, are called ‘flowers.’ They grow out of the ground. Sometimes out of pots. Although, full disclosure, I procured these from the grocery store.” He holds the flowers up again, presenting them to Steve.

“And… they’re for me,” Steve doesn’t quite ask, a slow-dawning smile crossing his face.

Eddie grins right back. “Everyone deserves to get flowers once in a while.”

Not even bothering to tamp down his evident delight, Steve accepts the bouquet, gesturing for Eddie to follow him back through to the kitchen.

“You know,” Steve says as he pulls a vase from a high cabinet, “if you were really being romantic, you’d have brought roses.”

“What?” Eddie asks, affronted as he glances at the flowers where they lay on the counter. “How are these not romantic? They’re pink!”

“They’re daisies. Those’re friendship flowers.” Steve smirks, filling the vase from the tap before bringing it back over to the counter. “You give them to your friends or, like, your mom. Roses are romantic.”

Eddie scoffs. “Roses are twice as expensive as every other flower because the greeting card industry told people that’s what they need to get to prove their love, and now they have every poor schmuck who can’t think for himself buying roses to conform to some predetermined, soulless notion of romance.”

Steve is undeterred. He pulls the daisies from their plastic and drops them into the vase before turning around to face Eddie, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. “Am I not worth a little conformity once in a while?” he asks, brows raised.

The noise Eddie lets out isn’t one he would precisely call a whine, but he’s not sure he can call it anything else. He leans into Steve’s space, trapping his arms between their chests, and pecks a kiss to his cheek. “Once a year. I’ll be a conformist once a year and buy you roses on Valentine’s Day,” Eddie promises. “How’s that?”

“Deal,” Steve agrees, unfolding his arms so that he can wrap them around Eddie’s waist, pulling him closer until Steve is caged against the counter, his mouth pressed soundly to Eddie’s.

They stand there for a long minute, exchanging slow kisses with no other objective than to feel each other, to revel in the closeness, and even when the kisses end, they don’t quite pull apart, foreheads pressed together and noses brushing as they catch their breath.

“Hi,” Steve says, going almost cross-eyed for a moment in an attempt to meet Eddie’s gaze.

“Hi,” Eddie says back, smiling again.

He’s been doing that a lot lately.

“So where are we going tonight?” Eddie asks, pulling a little further back to give Steve more room to move.

“The couch,” Steve says, ducking out from around Eddie’s arms and scooping up the vase in two careful hands.

Eddie’s brows scrunch down in confusion. “What?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” Steve tilts his head to indicate that Eddie should follow him.

And follow him Eddie does – as if he’d do anything else.

Apparently, Eddie hadn’t heard him wrong; they go into the living room, where the smell of pizza is strong now that Eddie’s paying attention. Steve situates the vase on one end of the coffee table (and Eddie allows himself to feel smug about it, because whatever bullshit Steve gave him about roses, he definitely likes the daisies); the other end of the coffee table is covered with napkins and sodas and pizza and a few VHS cases.

“So… what’s all this, exactly?” Eddie asks, glancing from the setup to Steve.

“It’s date night,” Steve replies, sitting down on the couch and holding his arms out in a little ‘ta-da’ motion.

“Okay.” Eddie nods slowly, feeling a bit lost. “Not that I’m complaining—because I’m not, this looks great!—it’s just that this… looks like what we do together normally. Like movie night, or something.”

“Yeah, because I like what we do together normally.” Steve shrugs. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I really like the creative dates and the candles and flowers, but I also like just getting to be a slob on the couch with you sometimes, you know? I was never unhappy just hanging out with you, Eddie. It’s one of the things I liked– I like about being with you. I can just… exist around you.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, because he’s not sure he can say anything else.

He’s not sure how to tell Steve that he’s probably ruined Eddie for anyone else. That no one else could possibly live up to the standards Steve is setting. That he keeps surprising Eddie in ways that challenge him, that make him think, that make him grow. That Eddie can barely even comprehend the enormous amount of good fucking luck that had managed to land Steve in his life even after he’d fucked his first chance up. He doesn’t even know where he would start.

“Is… is this okay?” Steve asks, his expression dimming a little at Eddie’s lack of reaction. “Should I have–”

Whatever question he’d been about to ask is lost to Eddie’s lips, pressed firmly, reverently to Steve’s.

“I love it,” Eddie promises when he pulls away, giving him one more quick kiss. “I love you.”

Steve’s smile probably couldn’t get any bigger, and god, if it’s this easy to make Steve happy, Eddie still can’t understand why he hadn’t been doing it all along.

“I love you, too,” Steve says, and– actually, yeah. Eddie can understand exactly what makes Steve happy, hearing that.

Steve does eventually slide out of Eddie’s grasp to put one of the movies in (he’s been smuggling new releases out of the video store, insisting that no one will notice if they disappear for a night or two in between holds – apparently he and Robin have this down to a science), but Eddie reels him right back in as soon as he sits down, pulling him back into chest as Eddie leans back against the corner of the couch, arms around his waist.

“Can’t eat pizza lying back like this, Eddie,” Steve says.

“Sounds like a challenge to me,” Eddie declares.

They do make an effort, but Steve insists they sit up and eat like normal human beings when Eddie nearly spills soda on his head, and Eddie has to concede the point. It’s fine, though; he gets what he wants once they’ve finished, sliding the box and empty cans out of the way (mindful, still, of the flowers) and reclining back against the cushions together.

By the second movie, Eddie is laid out across the length of the couch with Steve on top of him, his head pillowed heavy and comforting on Eddie’s chest while Eddie runs an absent hand through his hair.

His attention is half on the screen and half on Steve, his fingers wandering down out of his hair and mapping out territory they had missed feeling for weeks. He brushes around the shell of Steve’s ear, distantly registering the shiver it causes, sweeps across the apple of his cheek, and runs one gentle fingertip down the slope of his nose, like he’s trying to commit it all to memory.

Eddie is running his thumb over the soft swell of Steve’s bottom lip when Steve, who has until now seemed content to let Eddie do as he will, presses a kiss to the pad of Eddie’s thumb. Eddie presses back, a mimicry of a kiss, and Steve opens his mouth and takes Eddie’s thumb inside.

Eddie freezes, but Steve does not experience the same problem. He closes his lips around Eddie’s thumb, sucking just for a moment before running his tongue up the length of it, swirling it around the tip, and then releasing Eddie.

For a long moment, Eddie stares, unseeing, at the TV. He has one hundred percent lost track of what’s happening onscreen.

“…Steve?” he finally ventures.

“Mm?” Steve lifts his head, looking up at Eddie, and Eddie is forced to pull his eyes away from the screen to look back down.

Steve’s bottom lip is still shining a little wet where Eddie’s thumb had slid out, and his eyes are blown dark and wide in the low light of the living room (or maybe for other reasons), and Eddie feels he has no other recourse but to kiss him.

Steve seems to agree, meeting him halfway when Eddie leans down towards him.

These kisses are nothing like the ones they’d exchanged against the counter earlier; these quickly grow heated and hurried and slick, mouths sliding fervently against one another. Steve is wriggling a little against Eddie’s front, trying to gain enough of a foothold to push himself up so their mouths are level, and the feeling of his tongue still sliding wet against Eddie’s, his hands around Eddie’s biceps, his belly pressing into Eddie’s pelvis, has Eddie ready to pull back and tell Steve that if he wants to finish the movie, he absolutely needs to stop pretty much all of that – but then Steve manages to push himself up further, straddling Eddie’s hips and making it clear that he’s in exactly the same condition.

And he seems to have no inclination to stop.

Eddie’s hands go immediately to Steve’s waist, quickly sliding down to his hips and gripping, encouraging him to rock against him before–

“Mm – wait,” Eddie manages, lips brushing Steve’s in a half-breath between kisses. “Stop.”

Steve pulls back, brows drawn in worry. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing– nothing’s wrong, exactly, I just – like,” Eddie nods between them, his hands tightening almost unconsciously around Steve’s hips, “is this okay?”

“What part of me climbing on top of you made you think it’s not okay?” Steve asks. “Because clearly I’m doing something wrong.”

“No, I just mean–” Eddie forces himself to gentle his grip, sliding his hands back up around Steve’s waist instead, stroking slow circles with his thumbs. “We don’t have to do this. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

Steve, for some reason, has the audacity to look offended. “I am actually capable of making my own decisions,” he says, tone going a bit sharp. “I’m not just doing this because I think you want to.”

“That’s– I know that, I do, I just want to make sure you know this isn’t all I want, okay?” Eddie rushes out, before the situation can spin entirely out of his control (if he’d ever had it to begin with; he’s actually not quite sure right now).

Above him, Steve softens a bit. “I know.” He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie’s mouth. “I’m glad it’s not just sex between us. I seriously am. But,” he bites his lip, staring down at Eddie with a little smile that catches somewhere between earnest and mischievous, “I also really like have sex with you. And I miss it.”

“Oh, thank god,” Eddie groans, letting his head fall back against the arm of the couch. “Because I would respect your decision if you didn’t want to fuck after all, but I would have to go hide in the bathroom and cry for a minute. And possibly jerk off.”

Steve laughs. “Well, we wouldn’t want that,” he says. “But I figure this is as good a time as any, right? I mean, this is the third date.”

“You know? I have honest to god lost track. I have no idea what’s going on anymore,” Eddie admits, and Steve shrugs.

“Fuck it, forget counting, then,” he says, smirking down at Eddie. “You wanna go upstairs?”

“Fuck yes.” Eddie nods, scrambling to get up off the couch the moment Steve is no longer pinning him down.

He follows Steve back through to the foyer, and they aren’t quite running, but whatever they’re doing is a little too excited to simply be called walking. Steve makes it to the base of the stairs first, and Eddie is right behind him, about to go up, when something occurs to him.

“Wait!” He grabs Steve by the wrist, stopping him in his tracks. “Wait, wait, hold on.”

“What?” Steve wheels around, wide-eyed as he searches for the source of Eddie’s urgency.

“I just remembered something important,” Eddie says, and then he drops to one knee.

Steve blinks at him. “What are you doing.”

“Steve Harrington,” Eddie begins, grandiose and a little ridiculous as he clutches one of Steve’s hands in both of his own, “will you do me the honor of actually dating me?”

For a long moment, Steve just continues to stare down at Eddie – but Eddie isn’t worried. He can see the warmth in Steve’s eyes, and the way he’s pursing his lips like he does when he’s trying hard not to laugh. Eddie’s pretty confident in the answer.

Finally, Steve nods, losing the battle against his grin the moment he’s no longer biting down on it. “Yeah, alright.”

“Yes!” Eddie pops up off the floor, reaching out to cup Steve’s face in his hands and leaning in for one hard, excited kiss. “I officially have the hottest boyfriend in town,” he declares when they part.

“Oh, yeah?” Steve asks, mouth curling into a smirk. “And what are you going to do with him?”

Eddie mirrors the look, taking Steve by the hand once more and tugging him along. “Come upstairs with me, and I’ll show you.”

And that seems to be the right answer, because Steve seems perfectly willing to let himself be led and find out.

Smutty Continuation; explicit, click through at your own discretion (This is entirely optional, you will not miss any plot if you choose not to read!)

Part 12

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yurinaa-world · 5 months

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Platonic Dan heng, jing Yuan, welt yang with a teen reader that's like lyney :3

Characters: Dan Heng, Jing Yuan, and welt yang platonic! x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: with reader that's like Lyney

Warnings: Fluff, spelling mistakes,

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

Honestly, he’s blank about how he feels, but if you're happy, he’s chill; he’s read a lot of books about magic tricks, and they are just deceptions to his mind, but March and you insist on making an entire show about it. literally making a talent show with curtains and everything and taking everyone the express has to sit down and let curtains unveiled to see the new magic tricks that you've been working on for a couple of months (no wonder you’ve been stuck in your room for a while).

Only one to drag away because it’s getting dark. He knows you like to entertain kids and all, but since you’re a kid yourself (a technically teen), you should worry about your own bedtime (which is 10:30 PM, buddy).

“(Name)… What are you doing hanging the roof of my room..it’s 3 am?” “Pick a card~” “Get out.” Why are you so weird? he asks himself. If you want him to see your magic tricks, just ask like a normal person (no one is normal on the express).

He does your make-up for you since you don’t have a stable hand to do your magician look (have you seen his red eye makeup? He knows what he’s doing) and also tells you to stop moving around so much just because he might poke your eye out with the eyeliner.

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

Ha… Aren’t you such a trickster, playing the audience with suspense and making their hearts drop in a moment with your tricks? “Magic,” you say, but it’s just tricks; nothing can fool him, so go ahead and trick Yanqing; he’ll tease him about falling for it.

“The great magician is here to wow your world!” You smirk, appearing at the restaurant stage (where the band would be on), making this whole scene while he’s meeting people; he can’t get mad at you or anything since the restaurant owner asked you to be there!! “Keep your eyes on me since I’m the greatest magician, and no one else.” Well, you got to work on that personality, but good performance.

He gives you a little gift on your birthday that's magic-related, especially a new outfit for you to wear. He can’t have you looking shabby on the stage you've been waiting for so long (he’ll also get you on stage to perform).

Are you a dirty lair playing innocent, like he doesn’t see you cheating while playing chess together? You could fool anyone with those glitter magic tricks or birds coming out of your hat, but did you forget who you were against? Maybe you should’ve thought about it more thoroughly, hmm, don’t you think? A child is nothing against an adult in strength or brain.

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

Your biggest support, he always claps the hardest whenever one of your little magic shows is over, and! I’ll give you advice on what to change, like real advice to make your audience feel better suspense. No matter what you're doing, keeping the audience on the edge of their seats is something every magician should do.

“Mr. Yang! How do you do it? Would you like to see it??” You smile, dragging him away to your room (with magic trick tools all over the room), hyping up your show until it fails and you mess up, which makes you sulk. “How could it not work?!” He comforts you, telling you you could get to work next!

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weebsinstash · 8 months

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I would ruin him. (Clark)

My Adventures With Superman Clark hits me as the kind of yandere where you fuck him after a few casual drinks because he's just so cute and dorky like just the nerdiest shy little hunk you can't help but spank his bubble butt and ride him till he's about to cry and then later on you find out you took his virginity and that casual fucking doesn't exist in his world and he wants you as a serious partner now and won't really take no for an answer

Like lowkey he gives me Izuku energy with how he's, a sweet dedicated uwu baby (like motherfucker LITERALLY makes the cat mouth in one episode) but can be an absolute menace when you upset him or rather, when he's worried for your wellbeing. You can scream and yell and say the most awful things to him and he won't raise a hand against you but if anyone hurt you... well. I mean. They'll be grievously injured is all I'm saying.

Just the idea of absolutely wrecking his shit in bed just like really giving it to him and blowing his poor lil country boy mind as you permanantly punch the hole in that v card of his and afterwards you're just, back at the office like it's nothing, thinking you just got some amazing dick but nothing else, meanwhile he thinks you're like. Dating now 😭 god could you even imagine if you two start regularly getting coffees or like, doing small things together, and you just take it as like hanging out platonically and, he thinks you're going on dates and are officially dating and one day he just outright catches you with another man and is CRUSHED that you basically just say "what??? We had a one night stand, I thought that was just a casual thing?? Bro you thought us hanging out as friends was a date????"

Clark going home taking off his glasses to cry in front of his shrine of photos of you with candles and everything 😭 he's kept receipts from getting coffee or catching a movie together, bought a tube of the same kind of hand cream you use so he can have something that smells like you and also uses it too (it's good stuff, thanks for the unintentional recommendation!), he's got like notebooks with flowcharts and ideas for future potential dates, all sorts of personal notes about you, what you like, plans for the future together, some real over the top shit, bro is practically planning for marriage

You could quit your job to avoid this man and he'd be stalking you as Superman but I think it'd be hilarious if you said "Clark I know that's you :/" just, almost right away. Or, he gets on your good side as Superman while you avoid him as Clark, so, some real miraculous ladybug love triangle shit. LMAOOO imagine going to let Supes get in those guts because you think he's so hunky and cute and he's like absolutely blowing your back out, really taking charge, it's amazing, and you flip him over and it's. Seeing him on his back with his hair all tossled already with him inside of you that THEN you're like "oh shit CLARK???" but like he won't let you hop off until you've both finished either 😩❤️

He's just so. Cute and young in this new show. I want to like. Be the milf neighbor he chases after. I want to invite him in for some lemonade after he helps cut my grass and I suck him off so good he comes back every single week to "help me around the house" �� I fix his glasses and ruffle his hair as he leaves my front step with a blush. I wave to him with a wine glass in hand in my fuzzy pink robe and thank him for 'fixing my plumbing' and that I'll see him again Tuesday 💅

#yandere x reader #yandere superman #sinprompts #yandere stuff #going to martha kents bookclub at her house only to sneak off and get railed by her son

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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Alone at Last Pt 2

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!! You can find the first chapter here!! WARNINGS!!: guns, gore, violence, angst, character death, drugs, gangs, strong language, MINORS DO NOT READ!!!!

It had been four months from you and Kenny had ran off together, ditching South Park and forging a new life with each other.

You were now in California, the weather a stark difference to that of Colorado, especially in the mountains. The weather was hot, the people were hot, and everyone had one shared love.

Drugs. And by god was Kenny in business. He knew a few people feom California that used to ship his supplies to South Park, but now he was on their home soil, he became a personal dealer for their gang. And boy was he slinging drugs.

He had sold that much that you were both able to rent a luxury apartment, feed yourselves and Kenny still had enough money left at the end of the month to hand you his bank card, telling you to treat yourself.

Kenny loved having money, he wasn't used to it, and he spoiled you endlessly, all the things he'd have loved to have done when you both lived in South Park. He'd bring you bouquets, just because, order you food when he was out working, just in case you were hungry, random packages would be delivered, all addressed to you, and Kenny would've ordered you clothes you'd shown him, shoes, luxury handbags and expensive jewellery, he had you spoilt rotten.

There were a few problems though, drug money isn't safe money, in fact it's entirely illegal. And people who are higher up the food chain of a gang than you are can offer you bigger, better jobs, better reward, higher jail time.

Kenny and you ended up on the road quite a lot as the months went on, constantly travelling the world, seeing all these amazing place, and occasionally smuggling some illegal substances in the process, and had thankfully never been caught.

It was only when a major gang war had erupted did shit get real, and it got real fast. Molotov cocktails becoming an average thing to hear about in the news, people being shot, police officers being targeted by multiple gangs, the streets became a scarier place, and you were becoming more and more worried for Kenny's safety, not that he cared.

"Babe, I die all the time! You know this! You've seen me die before! If someone kills me, I don't think I'm gonna even worry about it at this point." Kenny rambled, a blunt hanging from his lips, taking a few long drags before passing it to you, exhaling the smoke out the window of his car. You accepted, taking a long drag yourself, and exhaling with a long sigh. You were on a road trip together, a chance to get away from everything for a while. You were going to a nice place in California, where rich people normally stayed, it would be nice to pretend, if even for a little while.

"Ken, I mean it. This feud is getting out of control! Someone got shot through the head last week!" You exclaimed, taking another drag of the blunt before passing it back to your boyfriend who ashes it out the window before placing it back between his lips.

"Pussies. I've been shot in the head more times than I can count." Kenny snickered, and you pushed his arm, a stern look on your face.

"Well what else am I supposed to do, baby? Slinging drugs doesn't take skill, you've just gotta make sure you don't get caught, it's quick, easy money, babe." Kenny spoke, and you let out a defeated sigh, both of you knew you'd be fucked without Kenny dealing, the only good thing was that if he was killed, at least he'd come back.

And that was when it happened, pulling up at the set of traffic lights, a car pulling up beside you, the window rolling down, and before either of you could react, shots were being fired at both of you, one hitting Kenny right on the temple, and back out the other side.

Your screams could curdle blood, loud shrieks escaping your mouth, staring at your partner, now lifeless, head drooping and eyes dull.

You were covered in what you could only assume was Kenny's brains, your once beautiful clothes covered in blood and pieces of flesh, and you took of your seatbelt, moving to your partner, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cupped his face in your hands.

"K-Ken, Kenny, please god no, Ken?" You spoke, but of course he didn't reply. Even though you knew he would be back, seeing your boyfriend getting his brains blown out was not something you had ever wanted to see, and you were certain you'd be scarred for the rest of your life.

Police were everywhere, taking Kenny's limp, blood stained body from the car, placing him on a stretcher and pulling a clean, white sheet over his body and face, putting him into the ambulance.

You were in a complete trance, as an medic pulled a few shards of broken glass out of your skin, you didn't even realise that you'd been hurt, so focused on what had just unfolded mere minutes ago.

The police brought you home once you'd been patched up, and you entered your empty apartment, the vibe of the place completely shifted. A place that was warm and homey was now cold and dull, you could see Kenny everywhere, his half smoked joint sat in the ashtray, the bowl he'd used for his breakfast still sitting in the sink, his shoes still laying messily beside the front door, and as you entered your bedroom, you barely blinked. The bed lay still unmade, and you stripped from your blood splattered clothes, dumping them outside the bathroom door, and getting into the en-suite shower in your room.

Even the bathroom reminded you of Kenny, his shampoo and conditioner, his body wash, shaving foam and razor, even his toothbrush brought tears to your eyes, as you turned on the scalding water, leaning your head back and sobbing as the water soaked you, a steady stream of red water trickling down the drain.

And you stood there for what felt like forever, until the water ran clear, getting out and wrapping a towel around your body and hair, and once your skin and hair were dry, you opened the wardrobe, pulling out one of Kenny's orange hoodies, and you quickly put it on, breathing in the scent of your dead boyfriend, tears still welling in your bloodshot eyes.

Your head pounded, body ached and wounds stinging as you crawled into bed, wrapping the duvet tightly around you, putting the hood of Kenny's hoodie up over your long h/c hair, and slowly sobbing yourself to sleep, your whole body shaking.

You awoke to the sound of your bedroom door closing, making you sit up in your bed, rubbing your eyes that were nearly glued shut, the tears having dried into your face as you slept.

"Hello? Is someone there?" You spoke, before hearing the soft plop of clothes hitting the carpeted floor. You brought your knees to your chest, too scared to make another sound, until you moved to turn on your bedside lamp, your body jolting quickly from the bed, lunging yourself at the figure you were scared of a few minutes ago.

"Kenny! Oh my god, Kenny. You have no idea how glad I am to see you!" You exclaimed, your arms wrapping tightly around his neck, pressing kisses all over his face, and he returned your hug, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to his bare chest, standing in nothing but his boxers, his clothes laying in a pile.

"I missed you, baby. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" You shook your head no, and Kenny quirked his brow.

"Not even a few cuts and bruises?" He pressed further and you finally spoke, tears running down your already tear stained cheeks.

"A few pieces of glass got stuck in my arm but... I- I was more concerned with your blood and flesh that was all over me, and the fact you were dead." You whispered against his chest, and Kenny ran his fingers through your hair, shushing you as you cried.

"Don't cry baby. I'm here, you're safe baby. We need to get out of California for a while, I don't want anyone trying to target you, I'd never be able to live with myself." Kenny spoke, his voice breaking as the tears began to fall from his own eyes, and you both stayed still, in each others warm embrace for a few moments, before Kenny picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he placed you on your side of the bed, climbing in himself.

Kenny pulled you down to cuddle close to his chest, pressing gentle kisses along your face, a small smile on his face.

"Let's get some rest, baby. And then tomorrow we're getting a flight to New York, the gangs moving me, I'm their best asset at the moment, and the fact I'm immortal certainly helped. There's no feuds happening there, so we'll be safe baby. I promise." Kenny spoke and you nodded, leaning up to press a deep kiss on your lovers lips.

"I love you, Kenny. I'm so glad you're back." You whispered, and Kenny smiled, turning the bed side lamp off before he broke the silence.

"I love you too baby, I'm not going away again, I promise."

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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D.I.L.F. (2) – Foreplay

Summary: Your mother has a new love interest. You are stuck with her boyfriend.

Pairing: Tony Stark x fem!Reader (for now...)

Characters: Franklin Clay (the losers)

Warnings: implied/intended cheating, heavy daddy kink, fingering

A/N: Y/M/N = Your mother's name (or stepmother if you don't want to imagine your mom being a b*tch)

D.I.L.F. masterlist

<< Part 1

“No, you will listen to me now, Y/M/N,” Tony grunts into the phone. He’s just done pretending he doesn’t know about your mother’s infidelity. “I’m a genius, a billionaire, and a desirable man. If you want to fuck the pool boy, go ahead. Tell him to send one of his colleagues from now on.”

You poke your head around the corner, listening closely as your mother’s boyfriend is about to break up with her. It’s the first time you are happy she messed a relationship up because you cannot deny the feelings you have for Tony.

“I don’t fucking care!” He yells into the phone. “We are done, Y/M/N. Lose my number, and forget where I’m living. And just you know, the credit cards won’t work from now on.”

He hangs up the phone and throws it against the wall. “Shit. Another relationship is down the drain. I should go for prostitutes from now on. At least they don’t pretend to like me to get my money.”

You take a deep breath. This is not the time to make a move on Tony. He seems to be down because of the breakup, so you will try to distract him with another swimming contest.

“Hey, Tons,” you act like you didn’t listen to his conversation with your mother. “How about we are having this swim contest now?” You grin. “I bet I can beat you again, old man.”

“Old man?” Tony splutters. “Wait you little shit.” He points a finger at you, smirking. “I’ll beat you this time.”

“I bet you will go down,” you sass back and put your hands on your hips. “Let me change into my brand-new bikini and I’ll beat you in no time.”

“I let you win last time, brat,” Tony steps toward you to size you up. His pride got hurt in more than one way lately and he won’t lose another contest. Not today. “You will beg me for forgiveness.”

“Cute,” you peck his cheek. “That still believe you can beat me. I’ll be right back, Tony.”

You chuckle at his pissed expression. “We will see!”

“We will!” You run off to change into your bikini. “I’ll beat your sorry ass!!”

“Ready, pipsqueak?” Tony watches you walk toward the indoor pool. He gasps as you pass him by, smirking to yourself. You’re wearing a pink two-piece bikini made of strings that barely covers your modesty.

It shows a huge amount of under-boob, and just about covers your nipples. The bottom is no better. It’s a bondage-style piece that only covers your most private parts. Anything else is visible to Tony who can’t take his eyes off you.

“What’s this?” He points at your bikini bottom. “I thought you bought a bikini. This looks like some strings you put together.”

“It’s my brand-new bikini,” you coo, and run your hands over your body. If you must play dirty and distract Tony to win the swimming contest, you’ll play dirty. “Do you like it?”

“What did you pay for it? A buck?” He cocks his head to glance at your crotch. His tongue darts out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

“More like two hundred.” Your heart flutters as Tony subtly checks you out. He roams your body with his eyes, humming as you explain how sexy you feel wearing the bikini.

“They fooled you, darling. Half of that thing is missing.” Tony concludes. “I would’ve bought you a nicer one, with a little more fabric.”

“Less fabric, means I’m faster.” You grin. “I’ll beat you. Now, stop trying to avoid the unavoidable.”

Tony looks at you, bewildered. “What?”

“Your ultimate defeat.”

You jump into the pool, giggling as Tony follows suite. “I’ll defeat you, little brat.”

“You can try, Tons.”

“Alright. This is the ultimate contest,” he looks at you. “Ready or not, you are going to lose. You will not beat me!”

“Ready if you are,” you mirror his smirk.

“We will count to three and start. Who reaches the other end first three times in a row wins,” Tony explains the rules you know so well once again.

You give him a thumbs up. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three,” you call out and start to swim. Tony chases after you, almost passing you by when you cry out in pain. He stops swimming toward the end of the pool to swim toward you.

“Tony…” you struggle to stay above water. “My right leg is cramping. My thigh.”

“Shit,” he’s by your side in the blink of an eye. Your wrap your arms around his neck, holding back a smirk when he wraps one arm around your waistline. Tony moves his free hand to your thigh to carefully massage you. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” you purr and lean a little closer to his face. “Your hands work magic, Tons.”

He chuckles. “You scared me there for a moment, darling. How are you? Can you get out of the pool on your own?”

Tony is still massaging your thigh when you start to whine. “It hurts. I need you to help me.”

“I’m trying, darling. Let me just try something else,” he presses his thumb to your aching muscle.

“No. Not there,” you pout. “Let me show you where it hurts.” He drops his hand from your thigh and lets you guide it toward your crotch. “There, Daddy. It hurts so much.”

“Y/N,” Tony fights the urge to slip his hand inside your bikini bottom. He just broke up with your mother and cannot do such a thing. Even though, he fell for you a long time ago. “How much does it hurt?”

“So…so bad… Daddy,” you move his hand up and down your crotch. “Please. I need you to help me.”

Tony looks you in the eyes, searching your face. “You sure?” He cocks his head. “I need you to say it, darling.”

“Yes. Daddy.”

“Such a dirty girl,” he finally moves his hand inside of your bikini bottom to run one finger up and down your slit. He flicks your clit, watching your lips part. “Do you want me to play with your naughty pearl?”

“Yes. Daddy…”

A hungry pair of hazel eyes watch Tony and you in the pool. Clay dips his head, enjoying the show so far.

“I’ll be waiting for my turn then, my friend…”

More tags in reblog.

D.I.L.F.

@arioneway

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tw: daddy kink #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you #tony stark fanfiction #D.I.L.F. (2) – Foreplay

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multifanlol · 1 year

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Can you do more yandere scott tenorman x reader pls I have brainrot of him

Sure! I love Scott smm

Gn reader!

Tw: Stalking, Kidnapping, yandere stuff you’d usually see, mentions of stalking, mentions of sexual fantasies

“Hm?”

“I said do you want to watch a movie with me?”

Y/n said with a annoyed look on their face

“You keep on dozing off, it’s starting to get annoying what are you thinking about Taylor Swift if she was naked?”

“No! Why don’t you mind your business?”

Scott didn’t mean to sound harsh i mean truth be told he was fantasising about someone, just not who you’d think it was….

It hasn’t been recent ever since Scott took a liking to you he can remember the specific day, time, place month and year. And he thought he was bad at math

Although it started off as a simple harmless small crush he didn’t almost realise he liked you

Although the small crush only got bigger and bigger he didn’t just want to give you small stuff as a way to show affection towards you, he wanted to go bigger

You we’re oblivious to him atleast no matter the clear cards he gives to you or speeches he does you still don’t realise?! Even if your oblivious you couldn’t be THIS oblivious in his eyes atleast then he came to a conclusion that maybe it wasn’t you, maybe there was someone else in the picture

I mean it was shocking to him you had a life outside of hanging out with him he sometimes forgets you have other friends that aren’t him sometimes he wishes it was that way

So to know if you were seeing someone instead of asking you oh no, he knew that would be too obvious what If you questioned him? I mean in his eyes you not telling him you have a partner anyway is enough

He decided to dig a little deeper, following you home which ended up having your entire schedule memorised

Whenever he’d come across a “rival” it made him feel a rage that he couldn’t even describe

Why were they talking to you so nicely? Why we’re they holding your hand? Why do they even know you?

The rage wouldn’t stop bothering him it felt like a itch that wouldn’t go away

So therefore to make it go away he had to ahem “eliminate” them

Sure he knocked them out with a shovel and hit them with it a “couple” more times to make sure there dead and buried them in his own backyard

I mean, his parents would never realise right? He doesn’t know where to put them for now besides his parents love him dearly and would never question why there son is forbidding them from going to a certain part around the backyard

But that wasn’t enough he knew no matter how much people he’d kill more would come into your your life

There was the itch again, i mean it’s not like he did anything! Sure sometimes he sneaks into your bedroom to watch you sleep to make sure your okay….

Or thinks maybe kidnapping you and hiding you somewhere where you and him could be together forever would be nice…..

This is why he’s dozing off the thoughts keep on getting worser and worser-

“Heloooo?!”

Y/n started waving their hands on the gingers face

“Huh? Oh i did it again god dammit-“

“Jeez dude, look just tell me what’s this all about maybe i can help you-“

“Listen, it’s nothing okay?! Let’s just watch that stupid movie you want so we can just stop talking about this-“

“….Jeez, i was just asking”

The itch wouldn’t go away he felt like he was hitting a limit he needed to hide you somewhere i mean you are home alone so maybe he can-

He shook his head over those thoughts it’d be too risky, he doesn’t wanna risk getting caught and-

What if he hides you in that place in the woods

He stops for a second then he stares at you just swiping through the channels trying to find a movie to watch

“How would you feel if it was just us together finding movies-“

“Um what”

“Nevermind! Let’s not watch a movie i heard there’s some cool shally out in the woods, why don’t we check it out”

“I’m very comfortable here thank you-“

“Great, let’s go!”

And well yeah 🙃

Sorry if it’s short i didn’t have much ideas for it 😭

Scott what are you planning-

Sorry that it’s a cliffhanger i didn’t feel like finishing it :,)

I hope you all liked it have a good day/night! :)

#character x reader #yandere x reader #South Park #south park x reader #Scott Tenorman #Scott Tenorman x reader #Yandere Scott Tenorman x reader #Yandere South Park x reader

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soraviie · 1 year

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crushing on a friend.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ navigation

━ about: fluff + crack + some smut ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: [..] means an upcoming 18+ segment so if you're not a fan of that, feel free to skip. Just wanted to write something easier so headcanons it is

━ can be read as a continuation of "you're a friend of a friend"

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

art galleries, raspy laughter, late-night bike rides with your hands wrapped tight around his warm waist is what you must be thinking

and well, it is true

but the first thought that crosses his mind is:

"shit"

he's kind of a goof and the universe has conspired to make his life an utter hell

so mostly his grand romantic gestures crumble like a tower of wet, rotten cards

bike rides? ends up driving into a bramble

bought you flowers? ends up tripping and hurtling the bouquet underneath a car

but enough about Joon taking L's

so obviously the situation is not ideal and halfway he doesn't even understand these feelings he's slowly gaining knowledge of

has probably googled "heart fast rate why???"

(it's because you fixed his shirt, drama queen)

asks you to be travel buddies!

Switzerland, Chicago, Amsterdam, wherever he goes, he asks you to join

"It's normal to ask friends on a trip, right," he reasons to himself

loves to have you hanging around his hotel room

lays back on the bed with the TV in the background and talks to you about anything that comes to mind then

often has meals with you

late night snacks in the hotel room, dinner in a cafe abroad, breakfast brunch squeezed in between his hectic schedule

giggles a lot

giggles x 10 when drinks, say, on one of those late-night dinners

oh, 100% a giggly, blushing mess when dining with you and intoxicated; the whole world becomes so fuzzy and nice because he's with you and even if you're not together you're friends and enjoying each other's company

does get more nervous around you, to the point you can definitely spot the difference

becomes more silly, is more concerned about making you laugh

touchy

uses any and all possible excuses to grab you by the waist

bike comes too near? grabs you by the waist to "protect " you

you're in a crowded place? grabs you by the waist so you don't get lost

if you got a special interest and or hobby, does his due research and often brings up said topic

then gets that dopey look in his eye as he watches you rave on excitedly

like the kind that has cartoon hearts in his eyes

everyone can tell he has a thing for you

you're so present in his life that people have started calling you mini Mon :(

when he catches feelings begins to call you cute 24/7

because he likes cute things :(

even if you two are around common friends, sticks to your side the entire time and talks with you more than anyone else

asks you to take his Instagram pics mostly because if he's on a walk, you're there with him

if you've got social anxiety, frequently checks up and lets you know you can use him as a "get me out of here quickly" card

will immediately fake a yawn and go "this has been fun but I've got a busy day tomorrow, see ya"

you're breathing the outside air in under a minute if that happens

always assures you that it's completely fine if you want to leave; you shouldn't torture yourself for the sake of other people

(always wants to rub your back when this happens but he restrains himself, keeping his palm to his side even as it burns on and on to just reach, to just feel your warmth)

doesn't go to your place often but when he does it's healing

late-night talks with a drink of your choice

he doesn't want to trouble you too much but with a little bit of nudging he ends up spilling his worries and anxieties

listens thoroughly to your advice

if you don't know something, let's say about an art installation or how one specific tax works, always frees the time to explain it

you could have problems with registering for something and once he sees the message, puts things aside to voice message you on what to do

he doesn't call all that often but if he does you know he's missing you like crazy

doesn't say it, of course, he's not there yet to confess quite so soon but you can tell - his voice is gentle and deep, and he doesn't enunciate his words properly cause he's just so tired, but he couldn't sleep without hearing your voice

if you have the hots for someone, where before he would tease you about it, make some (savage) fun about it, now he's choked by jealousy

"you're constipated or something?" you ask him, peering dubiously over the table

"No, why?" with furrowed brows, he sputters.

"You're making a face. That face," you gesture vaguely around his envenomed expression. "You usually make that face when your gut stops working."

"It's working just fine," he scoffs. "You're just a gross little gremlin."

"Jeez, all I said was that the waiter is hot you don't need to - THERE'S THAT FACE AGAIN!"

if you have a partner...

please, just don't, 'cause this has been fun and it won't be any more

Namjoon gets sullen, he feels like he's doing something wrong, the very act of falling in love with you as he knows with unshakeable certainty you return home to someone you call love...

well, he'd rather just lay down in the snow and wither through the ground

so just, please, don't have a partner, he won't stop you, of course, Namjoon is perfectly aware he can't ask anything of the kind from you when he's keeping quiet about his feelings but still...it'd break him, not completely, but enough to make it hurt

plays with your fingers :((

always cuts it short with an awkward cough as though to suggest he'd done it without realizing it, because he's too wrapped up in himself to tell you that he's in love but still does it time after time

if you get along with Monie, he sulks

"He likes everyone more than me."

and if you don't...

then just scolds the poor thing lmao

"They mean well, why you're such a spiteful dog (-_-)"

[..]

has masturbated and thought accidentally about you before realizing his crush

afterwards, he couldn't look you in the eyes for 3 to 7 business days

not so rarely fantasizes about you while getting off and then immediately feels guilty about it

probably moans your name with praise as his eyes scrunch shut and he gets lost in the unfolding scene of his frenzied brain

ngl probably thinks of blowjobs a lot

favourite go-to fantasy is you making eye contact as your mouth is wrapped around him

sometimes he forgets about all the technicalities of what could be, what is and what he wants to be and lets himself slip

that usually involves compliments, tugging you onto his lap, giving fleeting kisses anywhere except your lips, saying he's better than whomever you find hot

straight up asking would you sleep with him

(has done so only once out of fear of scaring you away)

when hit with unbridled jealousy, puts his hand around your shoulder, and refers to you as "mine" despite knowing you will have questions about this he can't help himself

subtly checks you out especially if you're wearing something more revealing than usual

if you're showing signs of being flustered...

oh, boy, you're in a world of trouble

"come here," in that deep ass voice

if you want his opinion on an outfit, he 100% leans back and asks you to give him a twirl

likes to stare at you, not even thoroughly sexually but he just likes to zone out and admire you from a near distance

sometimes calls you "baby" mostly when thinking of something else and forgets you're not officially his baby, just one in his mind

YOONGI:

either takes the longest time out of seven to fall in love with a friend or the shortest, there's literally no in between

the type to find everything you do cute

he doesn't verbalize it but you can see it on his face

the enraptured smile he has around you!

might as well scream to the entire cosmos he's caught a bad case of feelings

incurable one at that

the easiest how to tell of his feelings is his enthusiasm to contact and/or meet you

calls out of the blue and plays it off completely casual

confused, you see the ID and pick up the call on one unassuming late evening

"Did you sit on your phone or something?" you frown

"Can't I sometimes check if you're alive or not? Is it a crime?"

ever think he's too cocky for his own good?

pull up the picture of him in the maid outfit - instantly humbled

but this works only once, afterwards, he just leans into it and says his legs look sexy or something

roasts you

he's in love with you but Yoongi will remain Yoongi

he's soft about it however and secretly enjoys if you give him back the same attitude

sneaky yet deliberate hand holding

frequently lets his hand brush up against yours

it's like a drug to him

does things for you (acts of service king!) like say, peel tangerines for you, cut up fruits, peel shrimp

shares his food with you, especially the things you like

if you're out eating somewhere makes sure they have your favourites

praises might be rare but you know he believes them whole-heartedly

once in every blue moon arranges a get-away, particularly if you've complained about being stuck at home too much

the boys all inspect him with big, wide eyes wondering what could he possibly need the weekend free for

"______________ wants a change of scenery."

"oooOOooooooooOoo _______________ wants a change of scenery ~~~"

they rip into him without mercy for being such a simp

and if anything goes wrong, when it's supposed to be p e r f e c t

he becomes genuinely upset

"Can I not get nice things just once? Just this once can something not go to shit!"

doesn't, of course, flip out often, if ever, just sometimes it occurs and he's very sulky

you can reach him 24/7 (he's always on that damn phone T-T)

will scold you if you have bad eating habits

"Turns out I have not one Holly, but two," he grumbles, shuffling through your door with a takeout in hand. "I have to make sure you're fed and with enough liquids. At least, Holly has cute ears."

"I'm not your pet!" peeved, you turn to glare at him, but Yoongi only shrugs.

"Could've fooled me."

hOld hIs HaND nOw

it legitimately twitches if yours is anywhere near

if he's not super tired, is constantly cracking jokes around you

definitely lets himself be more playful with you than at the start

when he's jealous, he just looks disgusted like on the brink of vomit

obviously, you don't receive an explanation as to why his face looks as though he was just forced to lick a toilet bowl

proper gentleman

patiently waits for you to get ready

subtle but frequent touching

fidgets a lot and stares awkwardly away, cause he's just so shy when it comes to you

"how many stares until marriage"

he'd rather die than admit that question is in his google search

off-handedly, tells you you're pretty

sometimes ties your shoes??

[..]

darts his tongue over his lips when he finds you sexy

also, gets this zoned-out look in the eye

like his soul leaves his body for a second

if you wear something rather fitting or revealing, he swallows nervously and rasps that you look good

it's not that he doesn't ever think of you in that way, wondering how would it feel like or that he doesn't not want to jack off to the thought of it, but more like he doesn't allow himself??

like he can let his mind wander and then realize the direction of where this is winding up on and he goes: "No! No."

this is the one aspect I think he would oppress quite hard

mostly because it feels weird for him to make these hypothetical scenarios and then look you in the eyes all without saying a word

almost in a way he pushes these thoughts off until and if you get together

that said has had a session with himself in which the main fantasy was eating you out on a piano, legs quivering around the sides of his head as you yanked harshly on his hair

JIN:

winks

constantly

subtly touchy

say, instead of holding your hand he shakes it

every time you meet, he's just like "welcome, hello." *shakes your hand*

lame jokes and wordplay about you lowkey dating him

clings to you like a koala if it's cold

particularly fond of back hogging

not hugging, hogging

try and get rid of him when he's in the clingy mood

does the absolute most if you're not paying attention to him

if you're on the phone when he's talking - will pinch you

sometimes breaks into your house

you wake up one day, wondering why the hell is TV going off at full volume

and you see Jin lounging on the couch, eating cereal (yours ofc) and tossing a casual greeting:

"You took your time. If I'd been a burglar, you'd be so dead."

crashes at your place when is his drunk giggly self

imagine JK's birthday live

but he doesn't leave lolol

so the thing is, he has joked about wanting to kiss you for a long time

teasing before, just being silly, without meaning quite anything

which guarantees him a sort of immunity now

as he still jokes about wanting to kiss you, maybe even puckering up his lips just to see your reaction

but where you think it's a joke, he means it oh so earnestly

responds with "you're cute" when you say something gross

"oh, I'm going to hurl all over these fucking stairs"

"ur cute" *cue drunken swaying*

constantly is hounding to get some drinks

maybe because it’s less conspicuous than dinner

maybe because if he’d see you, cheeks glowing in the candle light across the table

he’d have to have an untimely funeral

but jokes, of course, on him

cause you’re no less lovely sitting by a bar, laughing at his jokes, face and gaze flushed with inebriated joy

avoids eye contact like his life depends on it cause it does

you know of “hyung will do it” now get ready for “honey will do it”

quite possibly squabbles with you as he instantly jumps into things to help you out

shamelessly uses you as an excuse to not go out or get away from a social gathering

“Ah, you see,” he smiles, the fake little bitch. “__________’s tummy is making funny noises, better to avoid unnecessary evacuation.”

presses you for a crumb of affection but when you give it, vehemently protests - ears, neck, face bright fucking red

politely yet savagely rips apart any love interest you might have

“But who am I to judge?” he says smugly once finished destroying some poor stranger who made eyes at you

repeats your whining in a cutely mocking tone

goes off in your texts and calls if he’s even mildly annoyed

which is how you get the learn the precious knowledge of how Jungkook had his toe stuck in Jin’s asscrack for a fleeting second

the more resistant you are to play along with some of his jokes, the eager he is to make them

yes, your mortification provides him much needed joy

can and will literally come over just to do dishes and dip without any explanation

okay, so he’s over a lot

has a fruitless ongoing debate of why should some of his things be at your home

It’s for cOnVeNieNcE, says he

and not at all because he has the delusional idea that he can move in first and then become your partner

he’s your little house husband

constantly has gifts for you

especially when he visits, which, as mentioned, is all the time

often comes bearing fruits and snacks, but the presents have included and not been limited to - a jumper, a jacket, fridge magnet, shitty freebie, matching couple bracelets, tickets to a show and, of course, the most noteworthy - his own signed selfie

he hangs it up in the entry hallway

and, despite how many times you remove it, it’s always somehow there the next day

along with heavy stream of complaints about how unappreciative you are of being friends with a superstar

jokes this time on you, he thinks you’re the star

nap in his presence and be prepared to be made fun of, bothered and getting air blown in your ear

sometimes lets his intrusive thoughts win and bites your hand

cooks for you and makes such a fuss about it

even as you point out he’s not fucking invisible and you can, in fact, see his grin spreading from cheek to cheek

[..]

much like Yoongi, it’s not that Jin’s the innocent soul out there and lives without harbouring a single impure thought about you

that’s not the case

but more so he simply does not allow himself to often venture there

it’s not polite first of all and second, he doesn't wield the best poker face against you

but if he lets himself wander…

oh boy, imagine it nasty, imagine it wild, and with no small amount of soft domming

just for the sheer torture, he might not touch himself at all and just think of scenarios

is particularly fond of overstimulating fantasy and you pleading out to him in soft whimpers, clutching at his broad shoulders

that fantasy wholly fulfils his wish to be needed and it’s a secret pleasure of his

hearing fantasy you praising him about how he’s taking care of you like no one else…

well, it makes his entire skin burn as though fevered

sometimes his fantasies include light bondage and food play, both on you and him

has cracked a sharp smirk imagining how would it feel like to be tied to the bedpost and be had in your way - scratched, marked, absolutely drained dry and punished

in those scenarios, he always imagines you jealous

he likes thinking about you being jealous

it ties back to the being needed wish fulfilment of his

Jin himself doesn’t often get jealous but when he does he becomes authoritative

guides you away from the conversation; firmly puts down all your protests and points out why that person is no good for you

sometimes whispers in your ear to do something without whining

that is the riskiest he’ll get

but that inquisitive line of whether you’d obey his order or be a brat fuels him like no other

HOSEOK:

the only one whose feelings are not in fact typed in 108-size letters on his face, in bold print, mind you

so out of all the boys, he would be capable of keeping up the front for years

and quite believably so

he thinks about it a lot - what would happen if he did confess, what if he didn’t, would it change anything?

but that currently is only for him to know

what he shows to you is exactly what you make him - the best of himself

sometimes you see how sulky and depressed he becomes, but it’s not as much as he puts a facade in front of you when that frown turns it to smile

(well, partially it does but he also knows you can see right through his masks, that’s why you’re so scary; so scary and lovely at the same time)

it’s not so much of a pretence as much as he genuinely feels his heart lighten whenever you’re around

is deathly afraid of disappointing you and maybe it does make a foundation on why he doesn’t come outright about his feelings

but that’s the story for another time

in this situation, it means, however, you are an exclusive guest of his world

no, not guest - citizen

quietly consults you on things that he struggles with and in return earnestly listens to yours

becomes a glue in your life

whenever something threatens to chip off, be it your confidence, your stability or financial state, he’s first in line to help

holiday periods are the most stressful time

because he’s always searching for the best possible gift for you

it has to be p e r f e c t

perfect gift for his perfect person

which is why he collects detailed mental notes about everything you say you want and/or need

and along with that never fails to gift something handmade

pots, jewellery, even if it’s something stupid like a worm figurine, you know he meant it explicitly for you and tried his very best

actually doing those things in his free time is a stress relief

because when he’s there, in the dark studio, alone and buckling under pressure, the thought of your smile is the only thing that keeps him from snapping completely

has picked up knitting solely to make you some mittens

now, look me in the eye and tell me that the image of Hoseok dripped out in an absolute rockstar of an outfit knitting a bright yarn with a focused expression doesn’t melt your heart

often calls you after award ceremonies, shows, concerts, flights

voice tired and fragile; he just needs some comfort

so largely a late-night phone call is a semi-routine

but when you meet, Hobi has no time to rest - it's time to feed and care for you

has a thing for offering you food

doesn’t flirt often but when he does…

…loses all shame

usually laughs afterwards to brush it off

at times, gets really nervous around you

notably in settings that make one think this is a date

bounces his knee like crazy if you’re sitting near him and he can feel the warmth radiating off your body

*opens up one button of his shirt* you’re interested in this ;)?

pretty much allows you to do anything you want

loves to style you

falls for your traps all the time

you can pout and whine, and he’ll get anything

will drop everything if you call him crying

pays so much attention to all your details he prepares things before you even arrive and/or ask for them

say, you’ve been sneezing a lot, has tissues nearby

say, you’ve got a hydrating schedule, pours you a glass of water before you even get up to do it

invites you to places all the time

even if he knows you’re going to decline

the point is he’ll always be there to greet and hang out with you

actually battles with you when you put yourself down

all the things you point out as ugly, he reframes as “cute”

has taken about a thousand of your pictures

for one week he made one as his lock screen but then changed it out of fear you’d notice

at times, he holds your face in his palms

for a short amount of time but it makes both of you feel butterflies

gives the dryest, most judgmental look to whomever tries to make a pass at you

he doesn’t even say anything merely one look can make a person lose all their self worth

often invites you to dance, always assuring that you don’t need to be coordinated or anything, he just wants you to enjoy yourself

[..]

gets off on the thought of you quite regularly

has literal library of fantasies about you

most of them downright nasty

filthy and rough is his go to

including but not limited to, fucking you in doggystyle and holding your arms crossed behind your back

has a thing for smudged mascara streaks

and probably spitting in your mouth

at his horniest, imagines a sloppy blowjob, pushing your head down on his cock and hearing you gag repeatedly

very much is driven by hard domming and allowing himself to feel like you’re his

which, of course, does hollow him out a bit when he realises the stark opposite in reality

he doesn’t exactly have a problem about picturing you in various dirty scenarios

as, no matter what he imagines, he never ever projects it onto you - he fully realises this is his own mind and he’s intended to keep all these fantasies there

even if you got together I don’t think he would confess what he thought

he’d just brush it off casually - that yes, he has had some sexual thoughts about you but he wouldn’t get into it

likes mostly to jack off on the bed as that’s where his fantasies revolve around

he knows he can’t shake off these thoughts as he has tried and failed so he leans into them but this is a very private and secretive part of himself Hoseok never wants to share

JIMIN:

no matter where or when, is always ready to meet you

at times, you’re the only thing that gets him out of the bed

good old fashioned Jimin things - shameless, needy for touch and with a big whooping praise kink

fail to compliment him and you’ll get those upset eyebrows, pout and whining combo

has a kink for your thighs

doesn’t matter what kind they are, big, thin, hate them or love them, he’ll have his hand there and be damned if anyone tries to remove it ;)

you can suggest any plans and he’ll happily join you

you want to stay home? he’ll stay in your home too lmao

kisses, so many kisses

and it’s only because it’s Jimin that you don’t notice because he’s affectionate to everyone, right?

particularly fond of neck kisses

and hickeys, the possessive little bi-

oh, and nosing at your neck, he loves it all

constantly piles up food onto your plate

sometimes he wakes up and is extra in love with you

on those days there’s nothing past his lips but rows of giggles

at other times, he wakes up pissed off and tired

he doesn’t speak at all then but still holds your hand

to let you know he’s not mad at you but at the world

you’re his happiness fairy how could he ever be mad at you

when he falls in love he becomes uh…gentler

like before his method of waking you up would be to toss a pillow into your face or just jump on top of you, now he’s a tad calmer about it

never ever get sick

he loses his mind then

gets jealous quite easily

he’s well aware of it but, damn it, sometimes the sharpness just slips

“Why don’t you run off to your other friends if they’re so wonderful?”

crawls back in like 5 minutes afterwards

but if you piss him off…

…still forgives you

the longest he’d been mad at you was two days

he wholeheartedly believes you can do no wrong

the literal embodiment of: “I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life. “I know this and I love you.”

someone could complain of how you cussed them out and punched them for good measure and at most Jimin would arch an eyebrow, and ask dryly: “what were you doing provoking them?”

speaking of, doesn’t shy away from saying “I love you”

will show up on your doorstep if you don’t contact him for like…a day lol

“so…like…” he pants, out of breath. “You’re busy or something? What’s going on?"

mentioned before, but it deserves a spotlight - constant touching; rarely his hands are completely away from you

loves to squeeze you like a stress ball, especially, how to say it, if you’re curvier in some places

doesn’t function well (re. at all) if you have a love interest on the side

literally doesn’t matter how great they are, Jimin thinks they’re below you

has probably been confronted by many of your possible dates, love interests, and partners, because it’s so obvious he’s in love with you

MOREOVER, he just acts like such a boyfriend thus most people stay far away from you as Jimin glares daggers across the distance

another one to designate you as a travel buddy

has schemed the evergreen “there was only one bed” trope

the only thing it lead to was him having atrial fibrillation for several hours as you snored softly by his side

will sit in your lap, will tug you into his lap, literally doesn’t matter, either way, is heaven

hour-long conversations occur with alarming frequency

without fail asks often how much you like him

he just needs to hear that confirmation

gorges on your snacks >:(

so incredibly focused on you, he can almost read your mind

you don’t even have to say it, if you’re sad, he’ll understand and will begin to comfort you

prefers to watch you without you realising, be it right by your side or across the room, he’ll have a small, proud smile blossoming on his face wherever you should be

fond of dragging - by the waist, by the hand, will lug you around if he wants to :)

might just be your biggest fan

practically lives at your place lol

“Just trust me!”

usually, you end up getting into some shit after he says this

hounds you to cook for him

probably sets his own selfie as your lock screen

add a heart to his contact number or face the consequences :)

sings at you often

has somehow gotten a hold of your childhood pictures and does treasure them like his own heart

has tried to kiss you a thousand times but always chickens out at the very last second

what if he ends up losing you? that’s just not a thought he can ever bear

[..]

insatiable thirst

another one who doesn’t feel all too guilty about thinking of you in that way lmao

he just reckons that these thoughts will happen so instead of pretending he can stop them, Jimin just lets them unfold in his own privacy

doesn’t have set roles like either he wants to dom or be dommed

he just wants you, so it ends up switching a lot

has thought about you scolding him, tying him up and leaving pretty nail marks

has also thought about tying you up and them overstimulating so much tears are running down your cheeks

probably has had both of these fantasies in the same night

that said, has some kinks that appear frequently

praise

cock worship

the way his ego gets stroked thinking of you going haywire about his ehm…endowment

you professing you’re his is a must in every scenario

sensual BDSM is also one of his faves

blindfolds, silk bondage, wax play

everything that asks for equal trust and submission (on both sides) drives him nuts

might even edge himself with these fantasies

picture them in clear detail and not even touch himself

so that eventually the relief is so overwhelming, he gets dizzy

definitely moans your name

blatantly checks you out

holds intense eye contact just to see you get flustered

gets inappropriately and insanely hard when you’re mean and fired up

going to a club with Jimin, means a lot of grinding and whispering in your ear

presses your delirious, intoxicated figure into his, so close that at one point you could swear that the point of where you ended and he began was obliterated

has lowkey sent you his nudes and asked which one looks better

probably has had hookups with other people and couldn’t get off if he didn’t pretend it was you

that’s the only thing he’s ever gotten conflicted about

TAEHYUNG:

Bold, with a capital B

acts like your boyfriend, no question about it

good night texts

weird, cryptic, out-of-context selfies and videos sent in the middle of the night

your gallery has 1001 pics of Tannie

and also his fe- *gunshot*

gets so giggly if you’re jealous

it’s honestly hilarious that you feel the need to worry about him not being enamoured with you

lives to tease you

if you’re more a tsundere and/or reserved type…

…lord help you

he will make it his life mission to smother you in love

lowkey kidnaps you for car rides and to accompany him on the chores

shameless about asking for attention and affection

he’ll just take it if you’re stubborn T-T

sends you love songs passed off as music recommendations

loves to surprise you with little gifts

wants to be pampered and will fight for it to happen

has millions of your pictures in his camera roll

…..

and YES MOST OF THEM ARE BLURRY

not only set your pic as his home screen, but it’s also his MF LOCK SCREEN

permanently

has one picture of you framed in his house

speaking of - always finds excuses for you to hang out in his house

“Stay,” he whispers, catching you by the elbow as you try to leave. “Just a bit longer.”

misses you constantly

invites you to slow dance

is the most confident *cough* delusional about you both ending up as a couple

has made people blush with the way he stares at you

“He doesn’t even blink,” someone laughs, the sound falling thin and awkward. “It’s like he wants to eat you or something.”

gives those types of hugs where he envelops you fully, resting his chin on your shoulder

has lowkey obsession with linking arms as you walk

if you’re fighting can’t think straight until it's resolved

though, of course, he’s very stubborn about it cause Tae will remain Tae

you might naturally ask - if he’s so brazen why doesn't he just confess

well, it’s more so for your sake than his own

'cause while Tae is ready to commit, he treasures your comfort

so for the time being he’s okay with all of this; as long as you’re happy

probably carries some sort of token of yours wherever he goes

will fight for your honour until his last breath

doesn’t allow anyone to tease you, not even the boys, that’s only for him

singing matches in the car

regular movie nights during which no one is even watching the movie lmao

entrusts you with Tannie

though not before completing a two-hour-long presentation about how to properly care for the guy

mentions you constantly

the members are probably exhausted from hearing about how great you are

says “I love you” often but always becomes wistful

‘cause you’re not his yet properly

uses all of your shit >:\

from shampoo to dishtowel, what’s yours is his lmaooo

is honestly so annoying

and cOckY

he knows you love him (even if it’s just as a friend for now) so he just gets on your nerves a lot

purely because he can

and then gives that shit-eating grin

because what are you going to do about it? ;)

pull his hair? ;)

scold him? ;)

oh no ;) what a nightmare ;))

he doesn't much interfere with you getting a side fling (he thinks of himself as your main man)

but he won’t pretend he’s happy about it

will visibly sulk and get upset when you mention someone else’s name

generally have the foulest of moods if you’re attention is grasped by another

wants to go to the gym, just to impress you

with little success

matching shirts and accessories, notably while on vacation

if he cooks for you and you don’t like it, pouts for an entire hour

watches out for you constantly

ropes you into ridiculous games

always accompanies you with his gaze

when travelling pulls up your picture and stares at it, will do so even in a crowd

[..]

doesn’t often let himself slip in sexual thoughts

in his mind that’s just for the future

as it’s simply inevitable you’ll end up together

however, when he does, he solely fantasises about you getting off

how would you do it, would there be toys, would you moan, would you bite your lip that sort of thing

sometimes in those fantasies he imagines you know he’s watching you and put on a show

Taehyung loooves a good show

has a thing for voyeurism

wears shirts that barely cover his chest and then sits on your bed, saying nothing but meaning everything in the half lidded stare, in the slow way he moves his hips…

if you wear shorts to bed, will check you out while biting his lip

loves to be all over you when intoxicated

has probably kissed you drunkenly once

and now it’s referred to as “the incident”

JUNGKOOK:

a literal fucking SIMP T-T

prepare to be bugged every time, all the time

does and says the most ridiculous things just to be noticed by you

does your chores and/or accompanies you on grocery runs

will scoff if you give him attitude but secretly enjoys it

is unintentionally bold

he could completely say “love took shape when I first laid eyes on you” without breaking a sweat

but holding your gaze for longer than 5 seconds? nah, find someone else to do it

actually don’t

Because, and you knew this was coming,

p o s s e s s i v e

but in like a healthy way

(...partially)

he would never think of prohibiting you in any sort of way

baby wants you to grow and flourish :(

but others are a fair game lmao

your little storm cloud glaring left and right, brewing and just wanting to be left alone with you

“That’s mY bUsInEsS,” he huffs when asked about this

obedient

and also not??

it’s hard to explain

ig depends on whether he wants to be praised or be granted your blissfully annoyed attention

scared shitless of telling you how much he loves you but he’s also so obvious it’s really doing him no favours

no. 1 back hug enthusiast

and I know I said this a lot already about the other boys, but Jungkook is really the no. 1

likes to hold you and from the side, it looks like he’s holding you down so you can’t escape

“Jungkook, would you ease? They’re not running away.”

“No.”

usually follows your whims and wishes (‘cause of the SIMP status)

but at times he can get so obstinate about particular topics

no amount of arguing or reasoning can persuade him

“No, and that’s final (-_-)”

usually, it revolves around your health or going out with someone (or sharing food lmaoo)

big on gestures of affection, both from you and from him

think of like peeling a perilla leaf, or putting something on his plate that you know he likes

literally swoons over these things

because they’re so domestic and so important to him

it’s proof that you’re close to him

you’re like a star in his sky so he just assumes everyone is out here trying to marry you

even if it’s not remotely true

hangs out at your place and invites you to his 50/50

sharing takeout or dinners at random places is a must

whatever stupid joke comes to his mind, it’s shared with you

doesn’t cook for you often but enjoys the hell out of it lmao

look at him being a good husband material

protective

spaces out on you a lot

can forget to talk and listen because he’s just staring 0.0

shamelessly abuses the power of his doe eyes

anything to make you forgive him lol

will steal your food

you can come home and find entire cupboards absolutely annihilated

loves to gift you cute things

while he may not understand some of your hobbies or interests, especially if they’re the polar opposite of his, he always tries his best to make you feel heard and be respectful

teases you a lot

pokes and pinches you if he feels like it’s been too peaceful for too long

imitates you, endearingly

kiss his cheek and watch him self-destruct from inside

when abroad often sends you little voice messages just before falling asleep

with his voice all groggy he confesses how much he’s missing you

…and your cereal

smells your hair, especially when cuddling

you can be laying peacefully

and then you hear the “pfffffffff hmm pffffffffffffffffff”

may even gift or suggest some shampoos and shower gels whose scent he enjoys

has to physically restrain himself from slapping your butt

[..]

he’s in the middle level of tapping his spank bank if you know what I mean

it’s not rare but he prefers to distract himself in other ways

otherwise looking at you afterwards is just too damn awkward

that said, his favourite fantasies are different than others because he’s not actively thinking about sex

(well, sometimes he does but that’s another story)

however, he’s really into groping

into soft and lazy makeout during which he can grope you all he wants

it’s domesticity for him

taking things slow as well as having your agreement to everything he’d suggest

he loves to fantasise about that freedom, that should he want to he could just take you on the couch

have your legs shaking and arms clawing at his back

it’s just comfortable

has a thing for fucking you while you wear only his shirt or hoodie

he likes to think about how he’d be kneading your ass, teasing and turning you on

how soft and warm you’d be

how you’d taste and feel

has a small brat-tamer streak within him as ironic as it is given who the og brat really is

so occasionally he’d dip into those fantasies of playfully subduing and edging you till begging comes up ;)

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seven.

“You spent the night in his bed??” Nique screams into the phone, making Zora sigh heavily.

“I was on his couch, Nique.”

“Mmhm, you ain't gotta lie to me, girl!”

“I'm not! I'll hang up on you. You know I'll do it.” She idly threatens.

“Okay, okay. Put the guns down, chile. So tell me, did he sleep on this comfy sofa with you?” She asks, twirling her hair like Zora can see her.

Zora gives another sigh, this time dreamy. “We mighta cuddled until I fell asleep.”

“Ew, how cute! Girl, if you don't make that man your boyfriend already!”

“I just might have to, Nique. He's so so.”

“I know. You better climb his long ass before somebody else do!”

“Yeah, and they'll end up like Cory. Jerked the fuck up.”

Nique let's out the ugliest cackle, ultimately making Zora join in and offer a snicker of her own, since she was at work.

“You stupid, man.”

“I woulda loved to have seen that, man! I just know his stupid ass was tryna save face, still.”

“It's like you were here, cause he really tried to keep that cracked ass face together. He knew better than to tell Linda, too.”

“He better stay hidden or boyfriend gon kick that ass! He's such a lame ass wigga.” Nique says without missing a beat, making Zora choke on air.

“What did you just call him?!”

“A wigga! He's like B-rad without the game— ya know, the little bit he had, that is. I mean, it got him Shondra!”

“It did. She loved his goofy ass.”

“Put his hands all in that good hair of hers! I woulda broke them knuckles!”

“Chile!”

“So, what do the lovebirds got goin’ on this evening?”

“Well, he's meeting me here again, even though he desperately wanted to pick me up, but I had to run home and shower and stuff. Uh, we'll probably grab some food on the way back to his place, I'm not sure yet.”

“All this hanging out! I'm jealous! Where's my boo at??”

“He only got a sister, babe. Not sure if she swings that way.”

“Zora, if I swing through this phone.”

“I'm playing! Gosh, put the guns down.” She mocks, knowing Nique’s far from amused.

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“How was your day?” Zora asks Leon, picking the pepperoni off her slice of pizza.

“It was better. We squashed our shit, so work ran smoothly like it needed to.”

“Good! I know that's weight off your shoulders.”

“Absolutely. I hate being at odds with my people. But how was your day?”

“It was good. The restaurant was pretty dead today, so I took an hour for lunch and chopped it up with Nique. She said “hey”, like always.”

He smiles. “She's a good friend to you, I can tell.”

“The bestest ever.” She smiles back, biting into her slice.

“So, where's your best friend at?”

“We haven't talked in years. Stopped seeing eye to eye once I stopped runnin’ with him and taking the fall for both of us.”

“Oh, that's not fair.”

“Yeah, we had that conversation too, but it is what it is. I had to grow up and I always pray that he's done the same.”

“That's sweet of you. I know how tough friendship breakups can be.”

“Sounds so funny, when you say it out loud. Like we were in a relationship.” He snorts, making her do the same.

“Well, it is a relationship! A platonic one. I mean, unless y'all had it like that, too.” She raises a brow, to which he waves her off.

“Zora, please.”

“I'm just kidding,” she laughs, finishing off her slice.

“So, is there a romantic relationship in the cards for you and me?” Leon asks, staring at her smiling face.

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

“Yeah, but I wanna be correct. Leave no room for what I think.”

“Yeah, it's in the cards. A couple cards away, but it's there.”

“Good to know.” He says, sitting back against the cushions and patting the space beside him.

She obliges, dusting her hands off on her sweats and crawls into his side, smiling to herself as he wraps his arm around her.

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A little more prepared for their sleepover this go round, she'd packed her toothbrush, along with every other hygiene product she'd need once she'd woken up.

The first time, she woke up alone cause she didn't wanna change his routine, just cause she was sleeping over. But, this morning, she was definitely still wrapped up in his arms.

Not having to work another eight hour shift, she was also able to indulge in the breakfast he'd promised her.

And man, was it delicious.

“Mm! I might just keep you around.” She jokes, making him chuckle and pour another line of syrup on her waffles.

“Would you like some coffee, beautiful?” He asks.

“Yes, please. Light on the sugar.”

“You're sweet enough, huh?” He quips, making her nose wrinkle up.

“That was so corny, but so cute.” She giggles as he shakes his head, beginning to move around his kitchen.

“Cream?”

“Just a splash.” She answers, digging back into her fluffy eggs. Also eyeing the way his back muscles were flexing underneath his dark t-shirt.

Her gaze raises up to his handsome face once he turns back around with a mug in his hand to sit in front of her. She graciously thanks him.

“I haven't brushed my teeth yet, stop trying to kiss me.” She snorts, watching him slyly lean onto the counter for the third time.

“I don't care about your morning breath, girl. Gimme them syrupy lips.” He says, leaning a little further in than he had.

Rolling her eyes, she meets the rest of the way for a couple sweet kisses, pulling away once she feels herself starting to slip.

“See? Trouble.”

“I'm the good kind, though.”

“Yeah, I'll be the judge of that.”

“Alright.” He leans up from the counter. “Spend the day with me.”

“I thought you had to work.”

“I just took off.” He shrugs.

“You can't just do that.”

“You let me worry about that.”

“Leon…” she eyes him, still eating her food.

“Come on, you know you love my company just as much as I love yours. We can go on another picnic or something.”

She sighs, as if she's really trying to put up a fight.

“Come on…” he pleads again with puppy eyes, reeling her all the way in.

“Okay, okay. I'll spend the day with you.”

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Finding a perfect patch of grass behind a big oak tree, the pair spread the green blanket out and placed the wooden picnic basket in the center, before sitting down.

“Do you like picnics because I like them?”

“Yes and no,” he smiles. “My mama used to take me and Eryn on ‘em all the time. We'd feed the ducks the food we'd have left over. We'd play til the sun fell from the sky. For a single mama, it was a great way to tire us out.”

She laughs at the last part, relating heavily. “Okay, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't dragging you out here and you secretly hated it or something.”

“Nah, no worries. I'm a nature boy, sometimes.” He says, handing her the strawberry soda she'd asked him to pick up, when he ran into the convenience store on the way here.

“Sometimes,” she repeats, popping open the container that holds a double decker with bacon that he'd also taken the time to make for them to indulge in.

“Mm, this looks so good!”

“My world famous sandwich, girl. It is good.” He firms, making her raise a brow and take a bite, immediately agreeing with him.

Handing her a napkin, he smiles and bites into his own sandwich, mumbling that he told her so.

Letting him have his moment, she looks out at the scenery before them, falling in tune with the sounds of the birds chirping high up in the trees above their heads.

All the while, Leon took the time to marvel at the beauty that Zora is, again.

As always, if someone gave him the chance, he'd convince them that she was otherworldly.

Even dressed down in another one of his t-shirts and her own shorts, with her hair tied up, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

As soon as she turned to look at him, he dropped his gaze back to his food, but she'd already caught him.

“Usually, I'd tell you that staring isn't polite, but…”

“But, what?”

She sighs, chewing on her lip. “I like the way you look at me.”

Another raised brow from him makes her drop her gaze too, as they both laugh.

“You're a goddess, Zora. One can't help but look at you.” He says, making her heart skip a beat.

A goddess?!

The smile that creeps across her face is one he'd never seen before.

“You are so sweet, Leon.”

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Zora talked him into coming back to her place after a sudden downpour cut their picnic short.

“You wanna smoke?” She asks.

His animated gasp makes her squint in his direction.

“What??”

“You're a hoodlum, too! I'm ashamed.” He taunts.

She scoffs. “I am not a hoodlum!”

“Yes you are!” He says with a laugh, even reaching out to push her a little.

She swats him away, laughing, herself. “Okay, fine. I'll keep my mary jane to myself.”

“Now, now… I didn't decline your offer.” He says, earning an eye roll.

“I told you, ima kick you out.” She faux warns, getting up from the couch to retrieve her stash.

“I was just playin’, Zora-Jean!” He calls after her, reveling in the giggle she tried her damndest to hide.

Returning with a bright orange box, she plops back down beside him and pops it open.

“Ooh, official!” He teases some more, making her playfully shake her head.

Rolling a blunt in record timing and earning another whistle from Leon, she sparks it, takes a puff or two and passes it to him.

“Your landlord cool with you smoking?” He asks, taking a puff anyway.

“Yeah, he might be in love with me too,” she shrugs, catching the scrunch in his brows.

“Damn, girl. What you be doin’ to these men??”

She laughs, shrugging again. “Nothing. My mama said my aura is red and it draws people near. Whether I want them to be near or not, apparently.”

“Red is sensuality, right?”

“Mmhm.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” He nods, puffing again before passing it back to her.

“Do tell.” She says, pulling a little harder.

“Sensuality is like your middle name. You're fiery as hell, fine as hell. I'm sure these men are out their minds over you. Hell you drive me outta my mind, too.”

She cheeses, before she can stop herself.

“Do I, now?”

“We've spent the last three days together on a whim, Zora. Yes, you have been driving me crazy and I like it. I like you. A lot.”

“I like you too, Leon. A lot.”

The haze in their smiles grows as they continue to pass the blunt back and forth, til it turns to ashes in her equally bright ashtray.

“So, I know you're not as innocent as you say you are.”

“Wha– why you say that?”

“Cause, every man has their secrets. What else did you and Candy get into, way back when?”

He chuckles, rubbing a hand down his face. “You sure?”

“Is it that bad??”

“I'll let you be the judge of that.” He mocks her earlier words.

“Lord have mercy. Go ahead.”

“Well, Candy was what you call an exhibitionist. So we'd find ourselves in places we shouldn't have been, doing things we shouldn't have been doing. If you catch my drift.”

Zora was actually shocked, note the way her jaw partially dropped. Leon just smiles and shakes his head.

“Y'all had sex in public places? What a slut!” She cracks, making him laugh.

“Wow, I've never been called that before. But, yes we did. We got caught a couple times too. I'm still banned from the autozone down the block.”

That makes her fully crack up.

“What??”

“Poor man was just tryna change the oil and Candy decided it was a good idea to give me head near the side of the building. That man's eyes ‘bout popped out of his head.”

“That is ridiculous!”

“Yeah, that was us. Ridiculous!”

“What else??”

“Let's see… amusement parks, clean public bathrooms, we did in an elevator once… hotel balconies with a small audience. A stairwell, you name it.”

“I knew you were a freak.”

“Hey, I just tried to keep her happy.”

“Sounds like it! Did she make you happy too, or did you just go along with everything?”

“Uh, a mixture of both maybe?” He shrugs. “I don't know, it got tiring after a while, and exploring other things about our relationship wasn't as fun for her. I'm guessing that's why she left me.”

“I'll refrain from calling her what I want to… but you deserved better, anyway. Sex isn't the only fun aspect of a relationship.”

“Yeah, but we were also in college and nobody cared about building foundations and shit. It was all party this and party that. Fuck here, fuck there.” He shrugs, letting his long arm rest along the back of the couch.

“Well, at least it was fun while it lasted right?”

“Yeah, while it lasted.”

“I can relate.”

“You was butt naked in a stairwell, too??”

“No, that was just y'all.” She laughs. “But, before my ex decided to start his “I hate Zora” campaign, we had fun too.”

“Sucks when people turn, huh?”

“Boy, does it. But, maybe they weren't the right people.”

“You becomin’ a believer over there, huh?”

“Shut up,” she drags out, allowing him to pull her closer to his warm body.

The rain is still coming down.

“Was I too far away?”

“Yeah, it's like you be runnin’ from me or sumn.”

“No running,” she shakes her head, falling right back into those lethal kisses of his.

“I make you nervous?” He asks, still pecking her lips.

“The good kind,” she answers, rubbing the scruff of his beard.

“Butterflies?”

“Angry bees,” she corrects, making them both laugh.

“Be my girlfriend, Zora-Jean.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” He asks, the smile on his face making those angry bees swarm mad in her belly.

“Yeah,” she leans back in to kiss him. “Really.”

A triumphant laugh leaves him as he hugs her closer, their hazy kisses resume.

Wait, wait,” she pulls away to meet his confused expression.

“What?”

“I'm the girlfriend that keeps clothes.” She pulls on the collar of her shirt.

“Aw, this is my favorite shirt, though!”

“Ohh, that's too bad!”

Ch 8

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