#L and beyond shaking hands on embarrassing their lovers as much as possible in public bc theyre little shits

[grimalkinmessor]

Yes yes Meronia/Lawlight parallels but what about Lawlight/Birthdaymassacre parallels??

Detective chasing doggedly after a killer who only grows more and more fascinated and enamored with them the longer the case goes on and the closer they get.

Hyper competent pretty privilege babe that everyone somehow both over and underestimates holding hands with an absolute fucking freak who grew up in an orphan mill.

Regularly kicking each other's ass.

"It's not my fault that my love language is acts of service and all I know how to do is kill."

Stalker keeping pictures of their lover in their pocket and also on their walls/screens.

Wildly different aesthetic sense but also somehow still in the same spectrum of aestheticism (i.e. punk leather vs. minimalist academia).

Neurodivergent mlm 🤝 wlm solidarity

[iaal]

Hisoka Dirty Alphabet

OK so that’s my first contribution and obviously it has to be a thirsty post about Hisoka. I love that man and it says a lot about me.

also English isn’t my first language so if you see some horrible mistakes in my writing please let me know .

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I feel it can go either way. Either he would stays and let you cuddle while he plays with your hair and tease you about the faces and sounds you made earlier or he could just straigt up leave once he's done depending on his mood. If it does stay and spend the night you better bet that he'd be ready for another round in the morning.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Hisoka definitly knows  he's eye candy, this man loves every inch of himself head to toe but he likes to attract attention on his arms and hips suggestively, you think he's just making weird pose ? It's not, it's a mating stance. I don't see him as a man who'd be too picky apparence wise for a partner. He can appreciate conventional beauty but as long as  his interest is caught and he thinks he can have some good time he would go for it, he's a sucker for nice full lips though.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Be prepared to have cum litteraly everywhere, even the walls are not safe with the trash clown. Hisoka's cum is opaque, very sticky and slighty sweet like you would expect for someone who calls his Hatsu "Bungee Gum : Elastic Love" and while it's nice when he finishes in your mouth it will drive you crazy when he'd aim for your hair. Just imagine washing honey, you'd need at least 3 shampoo to get everything off and he knows that perfectly, he finds this funny for some reason. As much as he likes to finish inside, when he knows that you both have all night he'd make it a game to cum in a different place each time to see how much of your body he could cover. He won't let you shower inbetween, he likes to make you dirty.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He have no shame period. He will tell you everything even if you don't ask for it. Wether it makes you wet or cringe he doesn't care, he just wants to see your reaction.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He had too many partner to even count, this man needs standards (and Jesus) . Everything he didn't already experienced or heard about he'll think of it on his own. He's smart and have a lot of imagination as we saw during his battle so it's only natural that he'd use his mind in bed. He would be very attentive to everything you say, your movements, gasps etc he'd find your button really fast whithout you having to guide him at all. Like everything else in his eyes, sex is a battle and he wants to win, his goal's to break you with pleasure until you're a drooling, half conscious mess.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Everything that let him have a good look at your face when you cum. He loves the physical pleasure of sex there's no doubt about it but what he aches for is contemplating the result of his caress and thrust when you come undone under him. He get an enormous satisfaction knowing he's the one doing that to you, like I said that's his win. I can see him asking you to look at him in the eyes when he senses you're close and his climax won't be long after yours.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depends on his mood too. He would be pretty playful most of the times, driving you mad with his shitty grin of his but I can also see him not fooling around when his need is too strong. In the latter situation he wouldn't be up for foreplays either he'd just want to be inside you fast, like yesterday fast. He won't force you but he'd be a lot more agressive than his usual flirty self when he'd tease you so much that you'd be the one begging to finally getting him to fuck you. When he's impatient he'd just finger you and grind himself on you to relieve the need a bit until you're ready to accomodate his cock, once he's inside he would pound you like there's no tomorrow but still intend to make you come too either with his hand or, if you didn't finish before him, with his mouth afterward.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I see a lot of headcanon of people thinking the carpet match the drapes. I don't . Hisoka is all for surprise and I can imagine having his pubes the same color as his hair being boring for him. He would make stupid shape and dye his pubes in a color that complement his hair, no fashion faux-pas like Yellow and Orange.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Well ... he can fake it. It would be one of his games to tease you on how much you like it when he's sweet to you, and that maybe you like him and shit like that, I can't see him being genuine. He would like it  if you're overly sweet to him sometimes though, he have time when he likes being pamper a bit and won't tease you *too much* about it.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Yeah he jerk off a lot too. When he got times he'd go all out with lube, toy and getting in a room where he'd be in front of a mirror (i did say he really LOVES his body). This guy doesn't just jack off, he treats himself to a full course of pleasure. He would go slow and taking time to give attention to every of his sweet spots before even touching his dick. Hisoka would tease himself like he would for his partner, always delaying just a bit more the moment when he'd start pumping himself. I can see him  being pretty rough when he gets going, gripping his cock with way too much force to be comfortable. If you're available he'd call you when he's near his end so he'd come to the sound of your voice and because he's an oversharing slut.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Blood play, bondage, asphyxiation, edging, outdoor... you name it he loves it.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He loves thrill, he loves to embarrass you so semi public is the way to go. He'd fuck you particularly hard and fast to make you as loud as possible, don't even try to stay silent that'd encourage him to try harder and in the end he will win anyway. Bonus point if you're as shameless as he is and don't give a shit if someone sees you, he'd get out of his way to pick locations with the riskiest chance to get caught. He wouldn't go full public though he like the thought of being surprise in the act not giving a show to a crowd.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you breath he's already hard. Don't you know the man is a hoe ?

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I can only think of things that would gross him out, lack of hygienes, poop or pee, things like that being a big NO. I headcanon Hisoka as a very clean man, sure he likes to get you and him dirty but in the *right* way. Eveything else he would consider a boring fuck if it wasn't for his taste but he would sure as hell finish before leaving and never come back.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both. He will eat you out any chances he gets, he's great at oral and he'd uses it to tease you relentlessly, stopping just when you're about to come to kiss and lick your thigs with his shit eating grin glued on his face. He would do that a few time until you start threatening to kill him if he doesn't let you finish. Seing you grabing his hair, feeling your legs shaking would delight him beyond words. Please look at him when he goes down on you, he's happy when he gets your full attention. He loves attention to his dick too, any kind, so he's pretty enthusiastic if you blow him, he would moan loudly and sing your praise in a way where you wouldn't really know if it's bullying or genuine compliment. Be careful though, if you want him to finish in your mouth he WILL fuck your face.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Whatever makes you lose your mind. That doesn't mean he's a selfless lover just that like I said he wants to win, he'd be sure that if anyone ask you "who's your best fuck?" his face pop immediately in your head. He's pretty good at manipulating people, even if you don't share his tastes at first he'd make at least some of his kinks yours by slowly incorporating them into your sex life and merging them with things he knows you like until you get some pleasure out of it. You're his toy and he wants to play with his rules. However when he chases his own orgasm he's very rough and if you weren't already into that it would be the moment when he'd bruise you with his gripe and leave bite mark on you. He would apologize after if it bothers you. He's not sorry at all.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies but more like something punctual than an habit, he'd prefer to take his time to have you needy and begging, he does love his mind game. Sometimes he would like to take you in a more animalistic way, right here and right now, it's usually when he's in his "no bullshit just fuck" mood, after a particularly exciting fight for exemple, in this case he would just straight up says that he wants you now and it's even better for him if you're outdoor so he can still indulge in his kink. If you accept he'd take you into the nearest hidden location and wouldn't lose any time to get started. It would be one of the time when he'd like to take you for behind and only focus on his sensation.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Hisoka isn't even careful with his life he wouldn't be careful with his dick. Do your worst to him there's a high chance he'd like it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

You'd be spent waaaay before him, there's no question about that. He can go for days and his only limit is your staminia. You'd be raw and sore in the morning every time but hey you knew it would be like that ! That's why you chose to fuck the trash clown in the first place.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He uses them on him or his partner sometimes, it's more an once in a while fun. He likes the different sensations that toys can offer but he'd still prefere to go natural when he's with you, it's an ego thing. When he's doing his all "jerking like a diva" routine that's when he uses them the most.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very very very unfair, that's his main turn on. Either with words or actions he would tease you all the time, coupled with the fact that's this man couldn't shut his mouth to save his life, be prepared to have a comment for everything you do to him and every reaction he'd fish out of you. With edging being one of his kink too don't expect him to let you come anytime soon, he'd be teasing you until you whimper in frustration and even then it wouldn't be the end of his torture. When he's going down on you or pleasing you with his finger he'd make you say eveything you'd want him to do to you, and then how, where, what rythm. You'd need to spell eveything out for him to let you finally come. It doesn't seems that hard but in the state you'd be in, just articulate a word would be harder than solving an advanced math problem. The good news is that he likes being teased too so feel free to make him pay.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

So loud, you can't even compete. He's shameless and he'd make every sound an human mouth can make. He has no restrain at all.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Hisoka nipples are extremely sensistive, you can make him come just playing with them. That's the spot to go when you want to have him going boneless under your touch and that's the spot to go when you're feeling mean and want some vengeance after all his teasing.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Thicc. Hisoka's cock is around 16cm, very grithy and curbing a bit to the right. The skin is pale like the rest of his body but  in a redder shade, his head get very red when he's aroused and precum, so much precum.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

If he didn't like fighting that much he would be fucking all the time, that's how high is sex drive is.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends if he's sleeping alone or not. If you excuse yourself out after you're done with him (because you're a smart girl and you know that all of this was a mistake) he'd go doing something else, I don't think the sex would have tire him so much that he'd need to sleep right away. He would probably take a shower first, maybe bother Illumi with some texts or keeping track on some of his fruit. If you do decide to stay and he's in the mood to let you sleep with him he'd sleep close to you and cuddle a bit if he's satisfied, he'd fall asleep not long after you and skip the shower so you could both take one in the morning together (and do the do once again).

[thesecondcircleofkel]

NSFW Alphabet, Kaibara Sen: A-Z

Reposting all of these together for convenience and to save space. I don’t accept requests to do the entire alphabet for someone all at once. You have to stick to the guidelines of 1 character per ask, and 5 letters per ask, and once I finish the alphabet for a character with requests like that, I will repost it all together. Request are closed at the moment, though.  

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

It depends on how deep the relationship is, really. If you haven’t been together for very long and he doesn’t really have an emotional attachment to you, then he can be pretty callous after sex, just seeing to his own needs before he either carries on with his day or goes to sleep for the night without paying you much mind. If he actually cares about you, though, then he always takes a moment right after to look you in the eyes and then give you one more kiss before he sees to your aftercare; something about doing that just makes him feel like he’s reaffirming his feelings to you, so he never fails to do it once he realizes how attached he has gotten to you.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)  

On his partner, he’s really drawn to your face, particularly your eyes. There’s just so much to be seen in them with the emotions that they hold, and that view is really what makes eye contact so intimate to him. That’s also why he tries to avoid prolonged eye contact during sex unless he has an emotional and romantic connection to his partner.  

On himself, he’s a fan of his hands just because he’s so good at driving you wild with them.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

There’s not much to say about it; it’s moderate in every aspect and the taste is pretty mild. He definitely prefers to pull out and cum on you, though, unless you’re giving him a blowjob, and in that case, he’d prefer for you to swallow (although he is also perfectly fine with finishing on your face if you want to go that route).

D: Dirty Secret

He’s putting a lot of thought into incorporating his Quirk during sex. Whether that be with his fingers or his dick, he figures that quite a bit of lube will be necessary so that all of the friction doesn’t become uncomfortable or painful for you, and that he probably wouldn’t be able to get too fast with the rotations for similar reasons, but beyond that, he thinks that it could be a fun way of shaking things up a bit and that it would be an interesting new sensation for both of you.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a fair amount of experience. He may not be the most sociable person in the world, but he does have needs and he’s also far from bad-looking, so he has had a handful of prior bedmates, although those were mostly just one-night stands and friends-with-benefits situations. So on that note, while he may know what he’s doing when it comes to working your body into a frenzy of ecstasy, he’s a little lacking in the romance and intimacy department.

F: Favorite Position

He definitely goes for positions that let him take you from behind at first (all on account of avoiding that intimate eye contact), and some of his favorites include Doggy, Pulse, and Concubine.

Once he starts to get a little more emotionally invested in you, he’ll upgrade to slightly more sensual positions that allow him to be more handsy with you, such as Oath, Lap Dance, and Jockey.

Eventually, once the love has fully kicked in, he’ll make it to face-to-face positions that allow for a lot of eye contact, like Gemini, Elephant, Watering Can, and Cowgirl.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)  

He is undoubtedly more serious during the act. He’s just not a goofy person in general, and during an act that could end up being very intimate, that solemn nature kicks in tenfold. Depending on how close the two of you are, he’ll either be focused on avoiding too much intimacy (if it’s a more casual fling) or he’ll be working to make sure that the encounter is as intimate as possible (if he’s romantically attached to you), and there just isn’t much room for humor in all of that.

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

If the carpet was there then it would match the drapes, but he keeps it all shaved off. He doesn’t really care about pubic hair on anyone else, but that’s just his grooming preference for himself.

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy was definitely not his strong point at first. Before you came around, he mostly just went with casual sex, so he doesn’t have a lot of experience with incorporating romance into the act. Once his feelings develop for you, though, he’ll put in a good effort for it, and he’s really big on eye contact during sex try to convey some sense of intimacy with you.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He gets himself off a fair amount. He’s young man with plenty of sexual urges, and he has no issue with taking care of himself if he can’t find a bedmate (or if you’re not around, not in the mood, etc.). He generally takes his time whenever he jacks off, in the hopes that a longer and more fulfilling session will keep him satisfied for longer.

K: Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

He’s totally a Voyeur when it comes to his partner, and he would be happy to just sit back for a while and watch you touch yourself. This is mainly why nudes turn him on so much, and if you happen to send him a video of you partaking in some self-love, you will legitimately be a deity in his eyes.

He loves to mark you with his cum, for the visual of it and because it makes him feel so possessive of you, and if he’s really feeling it, he might even take a picture or two of those ‘marks’.

Mirror sex. He loves the extra visual that it gives him, especially later on in the relationship when he wants to take you from behind but also wants to watch your face during the act.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He’s not picky when it comes to locations, but he is rather fond of taking you against a wall while you’re facing away from him. He likes how dominant it makes him feel, and he will especially like taking you in this manner early in the relationship when he doesn’t have much of an emotional attachment to you because he isn’t a fan of making eye contact during sex if there are no emotions involved; it’s just a very intimate thing to him, so if he doesn’t love you or he isn’t sure about his feelings for you, then eye contact won’t be happening.

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He has a great appreciation for nudes, especially if they’re more thought out and on the artistic/classy side. You’ll definitely get a few pictures in return, and whenever he sees you again, he’ll be sure to thoroughly let you know how much he liked the pictures that you sent him.

He loves to tease you, and anytime that he ‘accidentally’ stimulates you will really get him going, especially if you have a really embarrassed or needy reaction to whatever it was that he did.

Sultry gazes are also a surefire way to get him going. He’s a sucker for bedroom eyes, and seeing them will get his dick hard damn near instantly.

He’s also just a really dominant lover, so seeing you being submissive in any capacity will turn him on.

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not a huge fan of you dominating him, but if you get far enough into the relationship, then he’d be down to try once every blue moon. Beyond that, he won’t do anything that involves bodily fluids other than cum.

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

He won’t go down on you until he’s serious about you and has committed himself to a relationship with you. Before he gets to that point, though, he will be willing to use his hands on you and his fingers are quite talented, so you won’t be left wanting in that regard. And when he does finally give you oral, he’ll still use those talented fingers on you, just to make sure that he pleases you as much as he can. With all of that said, he does have a preference for receiving oral, mainly because it plays to his dominant side.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

At first he’ll stick to a fast and rough pace, but again, once he’s more romantically attached to you and he wants to have longer, more intimate sessions with you, then he’ll slow things down a bit and focus on being more sensual.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

He doesn’t have a preference over one or the other. An orgasm is an orgasm in his opinion, no matter how long the session to get to said orgasm was, and he’d have to really be craving intimacy with you for that opinion to sway.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

Yes and yes. He’s slightly more particular in the experimenting aspect, but so long as he thinks that he’ll be comfort with it, he’s pretty much down to try anything. He has no qualms with talking risks, either, especially if you want to do something along the lines of public sex.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can actually last for a good while, but that’s not a skill that he shows off unless he’s in a more serious relationship. He definitely wanted to hurry up and get through his casual sessions, but when he cares about you and actually wants to be intimate with you, then he’ll show you what that body can really do.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He didn’t own any beforehand, but he has absolutely no issue with using toys on you. He has a particular fondness for toys that give an added visual for him during sex, like clamps or plugs, and he’d also be happy to see you intricately tied up with a nice rope or some ribbon. When it comes to using toys on him, he’ll have to trust you quite a bit before he’s willing to go through with that, and even then he’ll still be pretty particular about what’s used on him.

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Sen absolutely loves to tease you, like, it could literally be one of his callings in life because he enjoys it so much. It won’t really come into play until you’ve had a few sessions together and he’s grown comfortable with you, but it’ll eventually get to the point where he teases you so much that you’ll be in tears because you need him to take you so badly. And once he gets really comfortable with you, then he won’t mind if you do the same thing to him.

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He doesn’t make a whole lot of noise during sex. You might hear him grunt once or twice, but he keeps quiet beyond that. He’s much more interested in hearing your noises, and he’s pretty keen on trying to get you to shout his name in ecstasy.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Now, we’ve already established his appreciation for nudes, but even more so than that, he would love to have a nude photography session with you. He loves photos of you that are more candid, so he’d probably just have you lay around in the buff for a few hours, talking to you and distracting you while he snuck in a few shots. It would be surprisingly innocent and loving at first, as he’d focus on taking pictures that really showcased your beauty instead of naughty ones, but things would eventually escalate, and he’d get some really lewd photos of you as he puts you through a bit of foreplay, and he’d even take some pictures of you while he was fucking you and during the aftermath (especially if his cum is dripping down your thighs).  

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)  

He’s slightly above average in terms of girth (slightly over 5 inches) and he’s average in the length department (around 5-5 ½ inches). His dick is also straight with no obvious curves to it, and he has plenty of prominent veins along his shaft.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His libido is pretty damn high, and he’d like to have sex 4-5 days a week with multiple sessions during the day. Once he falls in love with you, his sex drive will only climb higher as he craves more and more intimacy with you.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex doesn’t really tire him out, but if the two of you go at it around the time that he would normally go to bed, then it won’t take him too terribly long to fall asleep. If you have sex at any other time, though, then he has no issues with getting up to carry on with his day.

[starboyjxmin]

Japanese Denim Pt. 1

Synopsis: He never waited for anything to just come or happen to him. It wasn’t until he saw you reading alone at the public library that he realized the best things in life come on their own. 

Warnings: Fluff, Vulgar Language, Slight Mention of Past Abuse

Genre: Romance, Librarian!Namjoon, Gang!AU

Word Count: 5,095

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

“My blue jeans will last me all my life, so should we. I’m spending all this time.”

Namjoon was a relatively satisfied person with a relatively satisfying life and a relatively wonderful job. 

He was a library, the lead librarian in a rather big city named Los Angeles. His library was his passion. Despite his parents' protest of him majoring in library science, he went on to pursue his dream. He was an underground rapper at night in clubs and when he wasn't busy, Namjoon would write his thoughts and feelings that would become songs. But what was the highlight of his days, was the girl in the corner of the library, sitting on the floor oddly, with paranormal romance books piled around her. It wasn't that he necessarily judged you for your teen taste in books, but it was strange to see you, he estimated that the girl was in her early 20's maybe late teens, on the floor seated with books around her as if they were skyscrapers. His colleagues would approach you, asking you to not rearrange so many books as towers around you because it was a bit tiresome for them to put them back in their corresponding places. But you never listened, and if you did, the girl never indicated that she paid any attention. 

Namjoon would sit there, in his seat behind the check out counter and watch you subtly. Some days the girl was wearing all black, sleeves adorning your arms and he wondered what exactly was inked on those arms of yours. You would walk in sometimes with a backpack and a motorcycle helmet hung from your fingertips. There was an obvious attraction he felt towards you. It felt weird how despite your combat boots, the inked arms, and the typical bad boy clothes you wore, you had such long almost mermaid like hair and the sharpest wings adorned the ends of your eyes with perfectly filled and cleaned eyebrows. It was as if the face didn't match the body.That was the first thing that drew him to you. 

The first thing that made you even want to visit the god forsaken library was because Jungkook had commented on how the lead librarian was something that seemed to belong on your plate. A librarian? You have got to be shitting me. It wasn't long before the younger boy pushed you into the large library and pulled you to the teen section.

"Are you fucking stupid? I can't be caught dead in a library, Jungkook."

"You worry too much, mommy." There it was again. Mommy. He faked that he didn't notice you quiver at his choice of words to call you by.

"Listen here, Asian motherfuck-" He frowned at you before pulling you to duck from behind the large book case.What you saw, was what made you stay in the library. A tall, man was scanning books he would pick up from this cart that had the words, "Returns" spray painted over it obnoxiously. He was gorgeous as he was odd. The man had purple dyed hair.

"Why is his hair-"

"Shush." You watched as the man huffed, running his long, slender fingers through the purple locks as he closed his eyes, his lips seemed so pretty as they opened for him to let out a groan.What a fucking dirty librarian.

"Oh, you're right. He is someone I need to add to my list." Jungkook smirked, feeling beyond pleased with himself and useful to you. You turned to the doe eyed boy and grabbed his chin tightly between your thumb and pointer finger, lowering his face so he was leveled with you. "I think you might have actually done something finally good, Guk." You quickly pushed his face to the side, walking away from the teen section. And just on queue, the towering boy followed behind you.

Namjoon didn’t exactly know how he could approach you. It was all too much for him to even think about. You were intimating with your tattoos, the multiple piercings on your ears, the motorcycle attire, it was too much for him. He had previously commented his latest dilemma to his fellow rapper friend who would join him on stage for their club gigs and the boyish looking man would simply tell him to “Balls up.” So much for advice. 

It was always the same routine for him. He would come in at 10 A.M., unlock the doors, turn on everything electronic, and sort out the returned books as well as checking them out. And every day, just like a ritual, you would come in at 3:30 on the dot and begin pulling books from the teen section, stack them on the floor, sit down in between them, and read a TruBlood book. There were times he would notice your fingertips stained with what seemed like paint of multiple colours but they were usually always hues of blue and white; the fingers that were dipped into heaven. 

But it wasn’t until today that you actually decided to check out a book for the first time in 4 months that he had to speak to you, prepped or not. 

Namjoon flashes you a warm smile, his dimples very prominent as you came to his counter with an art book based off of Van Gogh. 

“Ahh, a fan of Van Gogh?” He opened the book as he prepared his scanner.

You immediately scoffed.

“As if,” Your offended toned caught him by surprise as he scanned the barcode at the bottom of the inside of the cover. “He has become such a pop culture trend lately, and attracted so many emo kids who think that they have the slightest idea of art.” 

“I see you don’t have a library card with us, would you like to get one? It should only take a few seconds.” You waved your hand at him uninterested.

“Why the fuck not.” Your crooked smile was a sight for him to see and behold. He never knew he had a favourite type of smile until you flashed yours.

“Um, ph-phone number please.” He stuttered as he felt your eyes heavily focused upon him as he waited for your response, his eyes on his computer screen trained.

“Hmm,” You purred as you leaned over the counter, close to his bar code scanner. “So soon, pappi?” Namjoon felt himself blush hard at your words. “It’s (XXX) XXX-XXXX.” He quickly typed your number into the computer system. Now what he needed was your address but the words became suck in his throat, making him cough suddenly into a fit.

You were beyond amused with the man’s blushing face as he choked on nothing. 

“I need your-” He cleared his throat. “Address. Pardon me.” How he wished that the Earth would have split at his feet, swallowing him to save him from this embarrassment. 

“You haven’t taken me out yet, but you already want to be in my bed?” This was too inappropriate, he should have asked you to please stop talking to him in such vulgar ways because it was sexual harassment but he liked your voice and the way your painted dipped fingers danced across your face as you swept your brown bangs away from your face. It was addicting. “It’s 529 S Mission Drive,” His long, slender fingers darted across the key board as he tried to catch up with you. “Los Angeles, 90043.” 

“Name?”

“Ahh,” Your face of sex couldn't help but make an appearance as Namjoon gawked at you. “My name for last.” Your eyes darkened as you leaned in closer, your tongue darting out to lick the side of your upper lip, reminding him of a jaguar tasting their meal before killing. He should have been beyond terrified but the truth was, he was beyond aroused. 

“Yes.” Namjoon breathed, failing to realize that he had actually been holding his breath.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” His heart beat savagely as he felt his stomach turned.

You were the (Y/N), the leader of the notorious Crips that ruled this part of LA which were the Arroyo Park Crips. How were you able to take the throne of such a violent regime? it was said that you were adopted into the family of the previous leader and another rumor was that you killed the man who was your lover for cheating on you. Whatever the case was, it was shocking that a young, Hispanic woman had taken charge and integrated more people of colour into the brutal gang. Some were mentions of growing Asian populations being in the gang now. Was that why you were here every day? Namjoon though it impossible. What would you need the senior librarian for?

But he could never be too sure with your kind.

“Oh.” You caught the distaste in his voice.

“Is there a problem?” He quickly hit enter and gave his dimpled smile that was cleared more plaster on than naturally appearing. 

“Okay, I’ll have your card printed in a bit!”

“You know who I am.” Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to look away from your sad gaze. 

“Yes.” He couldn’t bring himself to lie either. You looked at your fingers, feeling a bit awful which was surprising for you to even feel such an emotion.

“But you don’t.” He was taken aback by the aggression in your voice. “If you did, you would know that I am an art major, finishing her final year in college as an undergrad.” You looked the poor, scared man in the eyes now. “You would know that I enjoy museums and parks with ducks. You would know that I am trying to bring good to the community and although I am always fucked up on coke and heroin, I rather much enjoy watching documentaries about nature.” There was a ding coming from the nearby, large printer but your eyes kept him in place.

“I-” You quickly grabbed your heavy book.

“Just give me my fucking library card. I’ll return the book as soon as possible so you don’t ever have to see my gangbanging ass around your uptight, clean shit library.” Namjoon quickly shot out of his seat and stumbled to get your freshly printed card, handing it to you with two shaking hands.

“Huh,” You couldn’t believe it. “A sign of respect.” You took the card from the man’s trembling limbs and walked out.

It had been 2 weeks since you last came by and checked out the book. Today was the day you were to return it. Today was the day that Namjoon kept checking the return cart for the sight of your Van Gogh book. But no sign of it appeared. He was a fool, a very idiotic one at that for judging you from the start. If he had just kept his stupid mouth shut, it would have been fine but Yoongi had told him the week before that he couldn’t exactly blame himself for it. Anyone with knowledge about the horrible activities in their community would have reacted worse to see the one responsible for the deaths and drugs in their city. But you looked sincerely hurt and even spout out personal things. An act, Yoongi assured him.

“Hi, where do- Oh, nvm. Thanks.” A tall green-eyed man with an olive complexion and raven hair made his way towards the return cart area and in his hand, he had the rather thick book of Van Gogh that you had angrily tucked into the crook of your arm before leaving.

“Hi, how are you?” Namjoon greeted the man who was placing the book into the cart. The man looked up, at first he was surprised that anyone would try to approach him given that his tattooed neck was a bit intimidating to others but he remembered that Y/N had told him about the Asian purple haired man who sat by the returned books and check out dock. 

“Hey, man.” Namjoon found his accent very familiar. 

“Are you Brazilian by any chance?” The inked man smiled at Namjoon, nodding.

“How did you know?” Namjoon held his out, offering the Brazilian man a handshake which he took and shook his hand with a firm grip.

“My family does business there.” They let go as the olive kissed man brushed his hair back with his fingers.

“My name is Guillherme.” He noticed Namjoon’s face being struck with confusion despite his smile. “Memo for short.” 

“I’m sorry but I meant to ask if you know (Y/N) given that you returned her-”

“Oh yeaaaahh!” Memo smiled as he took his phone to check the time. “She left you something in page 352. Well, I gotta go, man. It was nice to finally meet you.” Namjoon was left in shock as Memo smirked before heading out.

“I think that you’re a fucking idiot for even asking about her to a gang member.” Yoongi huffed as he lifted a large stereo into the back of their manager’s van. Namjoon had told his friend just about everything that happened at the library since he had no one to go home to but his dog but even the dog would howl in boredom at his master’s detailed information regarding his day. But it was always the childish looking man who with the silver tongue that always heard about his boring days, never disregarding anything.

It was almost as if Yoongi enjoyed the communication.

“She left me a note and a pressed pink Dahlia on page 352!” Namjoon walked behind the older male as they went back into the back door of the club that had performed at to continue clearing the stage and taking the sound system to the van. “Dahlia’s are natives of Mexico and their means are one of commitment, bonding!” Yoongi shook his mint coloured hair out of his face as he began to carry the box with all the extensions of the microphones and speakers. 

“I don’t understand what the fuck that has to do with anything.” He mumbled under his breath.

“She has invited me over for dinner so I could actually get to meet her!” Yoongi couldn’t help but roll his eyes deep into his skull, fearing that his eyes might get stuck. “After 4 months of her being there in my library and I being a bit dimwitted.” He followed behind his friend who was kept mumbling under his breath as they pushed through the doors. 

“How late is it?” The only visible things outside the alley were the passing airplanes that were at great distance that a child could mistaken the blinking lights for stars and the white puffs of air that Yoongi exhaled into the cold, fresh air of 2 A.M. indicated that it was overdue for them to stay there any longer.

“We should get going.” Namjoon helped Yoongi finish loading the van. None of them spoke. Yoongi internally hoped that his friend would just keep this whole fantasy he had at bay, far away to keep him from harm’s way. 

A librarian would never do this sort of shit, right?

“I said get off.” (Y/N) did have to admit that ever since she had become the leader of the Crips, she was better off in the sense that she had protection with her all the time and it had helped her escape her abusive boyfriend but just like weeds, he wouldn’t go away no matter how many threats she would send him to back the fuck off. The guy never understood. 

“Come on babe,” You wanted to cry, jump, scream, anything in hopes that it would annoy him so he could just leave you alone. “I really have changed.” Greg grabbed you by your wrist as he pressed himself against you with his head in the crook of your neck.

The overwhelming, familiar sensation of terror washed over you, freezing you stupidly as Greg breathed in your skin. Tears began to well up behind your eyes, threatening to cloud you as you hoped Jungkook would just get here in time, that he could just for fucking once be punctual at the small cafe he loved and always made you come to when he was happy or had news. 

“Please,” You whimpered as you felt him gently push your hair away from your shoulder. 

To anyone else in the cafe, you two probably looked like a deeply in love couple who was waiting to see what they wanted from the 3 item menu but in reality, you felt so fucking pathetic.

How the fuck could you be a fucking gang leader when your stupid ex made you kneel in mercy?

“Shh,” He tried to coax you as his fingers looped into your belt. “I’ve told you many times that we shouldn’t make a scene in public or else we will be separated.” Greg was a piece of shit. You should have put a restraining order on him a while ago when he kept leaving you “presents” at late hours of the night on your porch when you had left him 6 months prior to that. 

“Hey mo-,” You could recognize that voice anywhere. Jungkook didn’t take the time to properly analyze what was exactly going on, much less was he one to care about his image when he needed to protect his loved ones. “Get the fuck off her.” Jungkook was already prying Greg off of you, ignoring the gasps of the few people in the cafe who without a doubt, probably thought this was a lovers’ quarrel. The second that sum bag was off of you, you could finally breathe with the so much need oxygen you were denying your body and the tears that you had desperately tried to keep in, came crashing out.

“HEY WHAT THE FUCK BITCH!” Jungkook couldn’t stand the way Greg held himself like he owned you, like some sort of master. This was wrong. You always deserved better, and the fact that Greg was always around, like a shadow worried him about your mental health. 

The younger boy dragged your ex out by the collar of his shirt and into the streets, leaving you under the burning eyes of the judging hipsters that were there drinking their coffee. You couldn’t think. There was just so much terror in you, it was suffocating you. How long ago was it that Jungkook had left with Greg? Where was he? Had he killed him? God, you wished Jungkook did kill Greg. You wished for that rapist’s death almost every night and you wanted to give your gang the order to do it but that small part of you that still didn’t think what he had done to you was wrong, actually missed the sick fucker. 

“(Y/N),” Jungkook’s breathy, sweet voice embraced you from behind before he could but by then, you had turned around, throwing your trembling, disgusting self at him, almost burying yourself into his chest, wishing more than nothing that his arms could hide you forever in him, safe and warm. He was home. “Let’s go.”

“I hope this isn’t too much,” Namjoon adjusted his black bomber jacket and kept pushing his purple locks out of his eyes. It was strange that you would invite a stranger like him over to your home, he presumed it was your home since the address showed up on Google Maps as a house. 

Parked outside of your house, feeling like a teenager again, he took a quick glance into the review mirror to look at his face and afterwards, he picked up the bouquet of camellias he had looked all over LA for until finding them in a small Korean flower shop behind a gym. They held a sad significance in To Kill A Mockingbird, no surprise he would choose a flower from a book, they use to grow outside his window back in his childhood home in South Korea, and while your flower had shown him was bonding and commitment, his flowers he hoped, would show you faithfulness and longevity. 

He soon stepped out of his car, hoping that he didn't resemble the mess that he felt like he was. 

The steps he took towards the front door of your home from his car should have been quick given that he had long legs but the walk seemed eternal. The reason why you didn’t hesitate to have a stranger over, he thought, was because you had a whole city gang protecting you. What would you fear? He was the one who should be more nervous about meeting you than wondering about your nerves. 

A quick knock to your door and the sounds of shuffling from his shoes alongside his rapid beating heart were the only sounds in the shady looking, dark neighbourhood you inhabited. Maybe Yoongi was correct regarding his lack of judgment. 

“Hi.” Your rough voice was a bit of a shock as he watched you pull the door back, stepping out. It had appeared as if you had cried for a while; the streaks of your tears were visible and fresh on your cheeks. “Come in. I made dinner.” He followed behind you, closing the door.

You had nothing to fear. Jungkook, your practically son, was in his room playing his Overwatch game and your closest gang members where always near your home. But ever since seeing Greg, it had shaken you up. Maybe you shouldn’t be so cocky and think you were this untouchable figure simply for running a gang when your abusive ex literally still froze you to the spot. Namjoon had given you flowers and you found them nice.

“I’ll put these in water.” As soon as you were out of sight, you pulled your phone out breathing hard as you began to text Jungkook to stay in the living room instead in case anything happ- But.. this was literally a librarian. A fucking nerd. You shook your head, wondering why were you being silly when this is what you did. You had guys by the dozen. You were a female pimp, a fucking hustler in this town. 

“Wow, these paintings,” You had stepped into the living room with the flowers in a vase as Namjoon examined the frames around your place in such awe. “They’re so beautiful. I have never seen such detailed works.” You blushed as you set the vase on the center of the coffee table in your living room.

“Thank you. I find it better to use a script than a liner to add minuscule details into my paintings since I tend to like suffering with these things so they have somewhat emotions filtered into them.” Namjoon looked at you momentarily before looking back at your painting of the flower as lips on a woman who was bathed in white, appearing as a beautiful angel. 

“You must really like flowers.” You nodded.

“I should have become a florist. But I was good in art so.”

“I was better off reading so I majored in library science.” He flashed you a dimple smile, almost stunning you but you quickly recomposed yourself.

“Well, why don’t we go have dinner and we can chat in the meantime?”

Namjoon was impressed to say the least. 

You really were an art major, almost done with uni, and not once did you ever flex your powerful status to him. It was practically a normal date. 

“Mommy! Oh-” A tall Asian boy had appeared into the dinning room with a headset partially on and sweats. 

“Jungkook, this is Namjoon.” Why had the boy called you mommy? You were easily 23-22. This boy looked like he was at least 18-19, in his late teens. There was no way you could ever be his mother unless it was a kink.

“Namjoon? Korean?” Jungkook stepped forward, putting out his hand to Namjoon who got up from his chair to shake the younger boy’s hand.

“Yes. Are you as well?” The boy nodded as (Y/N) smiled sweetly to the pair.

“What did you need, Guk?” Jungkook let go of the librarian's hand and turned to you with a huge, bunny smile.

“I kicked ass in Hybrid.” Namjoon slowly took a seat as he watched you knit your eyebrows in confusion.

“Good job!” It really was like watching a mother interact with her child, a very large one at that. “Now, go play or something. I’m a bit busy.” 

“I can see that, (Y/N).” The boy snorted as he began to walk away but not before bidding good night to Namjoon.

“I don’t mean to sound,” He cleared his throat. “But-” You began to pick at your food.

“Jungkook came to me at the age of 14. I was 19, almost done with my first year as an undergrad. He was, I guess you could say fresh off the ship- I don’t mean to sound-” Namjoon shook his head. 

“It’s understandable, go on.” You closed your eyes, remembering how shy and insecure he was back then.

“I had found him trying to sleep in the back of a storage room at an old store I use to work at to pay for my books and stuff. It was an old type of store and no one really came. The manager was always on his phone and the owner was never there so no one would check the storage room, only I did. How he got in there, I will never know.” You laughed at the fond memory. “Anyways, we couldn’t communicate but I had snuck him out and brought him to my dorm. My flatmate was always at her boyfriend’s place-her first boyfriend so you know how it is for college kids when they first date.” Namjoon nodded as he took a sip from his cold water that was more cool than freezing now. “So I had him there for a while hidden. With time, he picked up a bit of English but he was always too shy. Buying him clothes was a hassle since he would hide away, almost cry in embarrassment when I would bring him clothes I would eyeball size them for him. Of course, he never ate in my presence neither, only when I was at school or asleep. Halfway through my last semester, Jungkook began to warm up to me. He was a baby, I had this overwhelming need to treat him like my son rather than some kid I had found. He then one night told me that his parents had died earlier that year, and he had heard from his friends from school about the great and amazing America.” He didn’t miss the note of sarcasm in your voice. “So he sneaked his way into the country and the first night he was here, was the night I had caught him in the storage room. And with that, well, I got him legalized as a resident, he is due for his citizenship next year. I got us a house after I had joined the Crips,” Namjoon’s ears perked at this. 

“Sorry but, why did you join if you had a young boy under your wing and in college?” You blinked at his question, almost stoical.

“The same reason why I didn’t want him to be recruited once we had to come back to this town ever summer. I rather much have wanted to join and become the best at this shit instead of seeing these idiots take my Guk and turn him into something bad. It’s the only reason why after the second year of us being here, I decided to take charge of the gang and turn it to something beneficial to the community, also to make some money on the side for us. He has a job but like, it’s just like an empire that I can give him if that makes sense?” He nodded. You wanted to get rid of the bad in your town by conducting it yourself before it took Jungkook.

“It does.” 

“Yeah but I hate it when he calls me mommy. He isn’t exactly a 5 year old despite how he acts and I am too young to be a mom but whatever.” (Y/N) quickly got up, clearing the table.

“Let me help you with that.”

“Well, thanks for inviting me over to get to know you better. I’m sorry for judging you the other day.” She had walked Namjoon to his car but they were seated on his hood, looking at the stars.

“Thanks for actually coming even though you didn’t even know me at all to begin with. Who comes to a stranger house before actually going out first somewhere public?” You looked over to Namjoon who was engrossed in the twinkling planes and the very faint stars.

“Mmm,” He simply hummed in response.

“What if I had been a murderer?” 

“My best friend knew where I was.” This made you giggle. “What?” Namjoon finally looked over at you to see you hunched over, giggling like crazy.

“You make me feel like a guy.” He placed an arm around you and squeezed you playfully.

“Ahh, says the girl with tattooed arms, hella pierced ears, gang leader, motorcycle driving, leather jacket stereotypical bad boy thing going on but in a smaller, cute version.” You huffed into his chest, whining at this.

“If this were a movie, you would be the cute, nerdy good girl in the book club trying to catch the eye of the bad biker boy who is a dick to everyone but is nice to her.” Namjoon chuckled at your analogy. 

“I like being the damsel in distress then, to the art major who is dead inside but all her painting show so much life.” You pulled away, smiling with your eyes closed as you swept your hair back nicely, tidying the mess he had left with how he had practically bear hugged you with one arm.

He had never witness something more beautiful than this moment with you, sitting on the hood of his car, in a silent neighbourhood with the stars and planes overhead sharing a deep connection of some sort even though there wasn’t much that was said to be analyzed as philosophical.

“You are a strange one, Kim Namjoon.” 

“Thank you. I hope it was my bibliothecography degree that caused you to court me.” You finally opened your eyes, resting them on his hair.

“It was actually your whimsical purple hair.” You paused. “And your denim jeans.” 

“They’re Japanese, they should last me all my life.” 

“I think the idea of jeans lasting more than people.” Namjoon looked back up at the navy blue night sky as he felt you curl into him. 

“I guess.”