#and tries so hard to deny himself by forcing himself to date this girl that became interested in him just so his buddies and family won't

[mamsieur]

Ink and Smoke I Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Summary : Reuben's wife wants to play matchmakers with Bob. It usually fails until the whole squad has a tattoo appointment.

TW : none, full fluff, hyper self indulgent

Length : 3664 words

AN : maybe it's kind of a self insert fic because of the whole "reader is a tattooed girly" and maybe the bee tattoo is the one I have. Maybe.

posted on AO3 November 8, 2023

A few months had passed since the uranium mission and the squadron was settled to San Diego for good, and Bob had never been happier. He finally had everything and everyone he needed in one place. The squad was a new family for him, he grew close to each of them, even Jake.

Work was easier now that he was permanently stationed here, and he was glad that the squadron was a permanent unit as well ; they were always working together and getting missions as a special task force. He was able to teach new graduates with Phoenix, and he enjoyed being an instructor. 

Life was good. His little found family fell into an easy routine of Sunday brunches at each other's houses, days off at the beach playing dogfight football, evenings at the Hard Deck. Each of them got to meet the family of the others ; mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, partners… Reuben was the first to introduce his wife, Josie, to the squadron and everyone loved her. They were expecting their first child and Mickey had appointed himself as godfather (not that Reuben had anything against it, but he had to talk it over with his wife). Josie had some sort of maternal aura that made them so comfortable, much like Penny ; even Bradley opened up to her about his past, and Jake always seemed to calm down when the pregnant woman gave him the "mommy" look.

As for his own love life, Bob’s friends had tried so many times to set him up on dates, and each time it had failed. The girls he was set up with had nothing to do with it for the most part ; Bob was sure they were great people, but they were always too much for him. He was a discreet and somewhat shy type of guy, he wasn't really comfortable with their extroverted behavior. And it wasn't like he was actively looking for a relationship; he liked being single most of the time. He had his ways, his habits, his comfort zone, and he wasn't in any hurry to leave it. His life was perfect as he saw it. But he couldn't deny that sometimes he felt lonely. He felt that way when he couldn't go home to his family, when he was on leave from work, or when he was asked to write his marital status on some paperwork. He felt that way when he listened to Natasha talk about her dates with her pretty hairdresser and how everything was going smoothly. He felt that way when he saw the girls at the bar only looking at Bradley, Javy, Jake or Mickey; he was right there but invisible. He felt that way when he was the last of his siblings and cousins to be single; his younger brother even got married this year. He felt that way when his father seemed to have to remind him that his last relationship was from before he left for naval school, and when his mother whined about her baby being all alone in San Diego.

Other than that, Bob didn't feel lonely. Not too much.

When he arrived at the Hard Deck after another failed date, Josie sighed with a confused pout.

"Why didn't it work out this time, Bobby?"

He shrugged as he sat between her and Natasha on the stool across from the pool table where Jake and Bradley were playing. "She's just passing through San Diego and she... I don't know, she talked a lot about herself, I didn't have time to get a word in. And when I did, she didn't seem too interested in what I had to say."

"Yickes," Natasha grimaced, "you did well to leave that date early."

"Oh, well, in fact, I didn't... She actually was the one who cut it short, she had to meet a friend apparently. Not that I'm complaining," he smiled slightly at the girls, and Reuben’s wife rolled her eyes before finishing her ginger ale, rubbing her round belly.

"I give up, Bob. You'll find someone eventually, but I'm done trying to set you up. I hate seeing you like this."

"Like what?" he frowned a little, not understanding.

"Like a puppy that's been thrown out," Reuben said as he kissed his wife's temple, joining their conversation. She rolled her eyes, half amused. "That's the idea. You always look so disappointed and sad after these dates. And I know it makes you question your self-worth, and I don't want that. So we won't set you up anymore, consider this my early birthday present to you," she smiled. 

"Finally - Ouch!" he chuckled, stroking his side where Josie had elbowed him. She sighed with a smile and they moved on to more casual conversation. It was another casual night, and Bob was loving it. The brunette was right, he'll find someone eventually, why force fate?

As the night went on, one particular topic was brought back to the table; their matching tattoo project. The seven of them still hadn't decided what to get, but Reuben had already made an appointment with a tattoo artist that he and Josie had been to a few times; she had four tattoos, and three of them were by that artist. It was fine line, discreet; that style was perfect for the squad. 

"So, except for Reuben, this will be everyone's first tattoo?" Mickey asked, reading everyone's ideas again on Javy's phone. They all nodded and Natasha scoffed.

"Robert Floyd, stop lying to us! You have a tattoo!"

Bob blushed under the curious gaze of his friends, and if his eyes could throw knives, Phoenix would be dead.

"Come to think of it, we've never seen him without a shirt on," Mickey remarked, narrowing his eyes. The other boys agreed and Jake grinned.

"What kind of embarrassing ink you got Baby on board?"

"If it's the name of an ex-girlfriend, I swear we'll ask for the whole story!" Javy insisted. Everyone tried to guess, making Bob more and more embarrassed and Natasha smirked, proud of her. She saw his tattoo once, after a water fight. 

"Come on Robby, show them, it's not that bad..." she encouraged him, gently squeezing his forearm. The blond man pouted and sighed, pulling out his phone to find photos. He showed the screen to his friends when he found the picture he was looking for. The tattoo was on his ribs and it was a quote with a carnation flower underneath. Mickey couldn't help but gasp in surprise as he read the quote, his eyes shining with admiration, "Is that a Star Wars reference?"

"It is..." Bob muttered, "And my older cousin has the other half of the quote."

He swiped and showed them a picture of their tattoos side by side; his cousin’s said "Do or do not." with the flower above it, and Bob’s one said "There is no try."

"Nerd," Jake snorted, earning a nudge from Reuben.

"In our defense, we were barely eighteen when we made them, just before I went to naval school," he shrugged.

"I think it's cute," Josie smiled and Bradley hummed in agreement, siping his beer. 

"How come you never told me you were Star Wars fans?" Mickey accused, "What do you think of the series? Without the last three movies, of course. They don't exist," and he chatted with Bob for a good half hour. 

Bradley cleared his throat to stop the rumbling, "Can we get back to the tattoo topic? We have less than fifteen hours to decide".

After some discussion and a few scribbles of their ideas on some napkins, they settled on three designs that the tattoo artist would be able to work with.

Bob carefully saved the napkins, and one by one the group went home. He decided to take a walk on the beach before he left. 

He liked the silence, broken only by the gentle sounds of the waves and the wind. His week had been exhausting and quite stressful, and being here soothed him. The moonlight guided his steps home. As he made his way to his little house, he lit a cigarette. He was not much of a smoker, but every now and then it helped calm his nerves. Truth to be told, he was a little nervous to get tattooed. He wasn’t a big fan of needles. He just hoped that the final design would be simple enough so he didn’t have to stay too long under the hands and tools of the tattoo artist.

The next day, after a nice lunch together, the group finally went to the tattoo parlor. Josie was with them, even more excited than they were. They walked in, making the little bell above the door ring. Soft rock was playing at a low volume, and some of the artist's work was hanging on the walls. 

Bob looked around curiously. This parlor was nothing like the one he'd been in with his cousin almost twelve years before. Here, the large windows let in daylight, and the reception and waiting areas were beautifully decorated with green plants (though Bob suspected they were fake). On the coffee table across from the couches was a binder containing the flashes that were still available. And on the walls were photos of several finished tattoos and some awards the artist seemed to have won at conventions around the country. The whole atmosphere was comfortable and reassuring. 

"I'll be there in two seconds!"  your voice came from the back of the room. 

The curtain at the back of the shop opened and you stepped out, dusting your hands. Your arms were covered with tattoos of all kinds; some colored, some not. Bob watched you for a moment, impressed by the number of tattoos you had. His eye fell on the one under and on your collarbones; two daffodils with a bee in the middle. He found it gorgeous.

He was jolted out of his contemplation when Josie threw herself in your arms.

"Bee! It's so good to see you!"

"Hello to you too, Jo’ !" you chuckled, returning her hug, "I assume this is the famous Dagger Squad you've been talking about."

You gave them your real name with a smile and shook hands with everyone, "You can call me Bee though, it doesn't bother me!". Your eyes locked with Bob's for a few seconds and he thought he saw you blushing a little. But maybe he had hallucinated.

You offered them some tea or coffee while grabbing your sketchbook and pen. "Okay, so what were your ideas? Jo’ and Reuben here told me you had quite a few," you asked with a smile, and the group began to explain what they had in mind. Bob, sitting in front of you, wasn't listening. He was mesmerized ; you had such a sweet voice and a warm, inviting aura. Your eyes shone with interest behind your glasses as you took notes on what Bob's friends were saying. Your soft smile sent butterflies to his stomach, and he felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears blush whenever he made eye contact with you. 

He was drawn out of his contemplation by Bradley, who nudged him discreetly. You had asked him something, but he didn't seem to have heard.

"Sorry, what?"

"Your friends said you had some papers with your ideas. May I see them?" you chuckled with a sweet smile.

"Oh... Oh! The napkins, yes!" he mumbled and took them out of his pocket. He displayed them on the coffee table in front of you. He blushed as your fingers brushed over his, and Josie and Natasha noticed. They looked at each other and wiggled their eyebrows. An idea had blossomed in their minds…

***

A few sketches later, you had a design that everyone in the group loved. It was simple enough that you could make the seven of them that afternoon. While you were getting everything ready, the Daggers argued about who would go after Reuben, who volunteered to go first. But Bob seemed a little lost and couldn't say anything. Josie sighed and intervened, hands on hips, like a mother scolding her children.

"Okay, everybody, calm down. Jake will go second, Mickey third and then Javy."

"But why?" Jake gasped and Mickey pouted.

"Because you three are too afraid, I can feel it. Look at it this way: the sooner you get it done, the sooner it's over."

"Good thinking..." Javy muttered.

"Thank you. Then Natasha, Bradley, and finally Bob. As soon as you're done, go to the little store next door and get yourself a snack, okay?"

The five nodded like children, but Natasha had a little mischievous smile on her lips that matched Josie's. But the boys, except for Reuben, didn't seem to notice. The latter gave his wife a knowing look and shook his head with a smile when she just shrugged.

Bob wasn't sure what to do. He looked at you a few times as you finished cleaning Reuben’s finished tattoo. You laughed with him and Bob blushed. He'd never seen anyone laugh so beautifully. His heart raced a little, but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You were mesmerizing, a work of art. 

"... Bob?"

"Huh?" he hummed, still lost in contemplation.

"Bobby, stop staring, you're not discreet," Josie giggled and Bob blushed wildly. He looked around and to his relief the others didn't seem to be paying too much attention to him. "You know, Bee is single... you should ask her out. You're totally her type."

"Am I?" he mumbled, blushing as Nat and Josie giggled, "I-I mean, I, uh… she’s-" Bob stuttered. He was busted. Natasha wrapped her arm around his and looked at you.

"From what Josie and Reuben have told me, Bee is really sweet," she said.

"She loves sci-fi, has two cats, builds Legos, and she absolutely loves quiet walks on the beach, just like you," Josie informed him with a smile, and Bob's cheeks turned even redder. He watched as you reassured Jake and explained how the machine worked. Your smile definitely made Bob's heart flutter. He wanted it to be directed at him. Not at Jake who was certainly flirting with you… although you didn’t seem that affected by it.

"She's a great girl, Bobby, and yes, I said I'd stop to set you up, but this isn't technically a date. It's up to you if you want to ask her out," Josie argued and he nodded, playing nervously with his fingers.

"I... I'll try?" he murmured, clearly worried about the situation, "but what if you're wrong and I'm not her type? Or what if I make it all awkward? or what if-"

"Calm down Floyd, it'll be fine! She won't reject you like that. Look at her, she's too nice for that. You have the whole afternoon to relax and just be yourself with her. We'll keep the others out," Natasha smiled as she gave him a friendly nudge. He sighed and nodded, trying to keep his composure. But then he frowned and turned to the two women beside him. "That's why you wanted me to go last?"

They just chuckled and shrugged. Bob sighed again and shook his head, "You two are a menace," he groaned.

As the afternoon wore on, Bob had to go out twice to catch his breath. He tried not to smoke right now, but the urge got stronger as his turn to get tattooed approached. He watched you laugh with Bradley as you tattooed him on the inside of his bicep. Then Bradley pointed at Bob and said something to you. You smiled a little and waved to him. He blushed so hard he thought his whole face was on fire. He shyly waved back and thought he saw you blush again. But you quickly turned your attention back to Bradley.

Bob's heart was pounding, he was filling up like a 10-year-old facing his first crush. 

And finally it was his turn. Josie and Natasha managed to get everyone out by pretending to go shopping for dinner - which wasn't exactly a lie. Bob was worriedly silent as you cleaned your station. You turned to him and smiled. 

"Would you like something to drink while I finish preparing the area? I have some ginger ale, Reuben told me you usually like it?"

Bob just nodded, speechless. How can you be so thoughtful? 

He thanked you as you handed him the glass and watched you print the last stencil.

"Nervous?" you asked, tilting your head to meet his gaze, "Where do you want it?"

"Y-Yeah, a little bit," he swallowed and scratched his neck nervously, "I, uh... maybe here?" he gestured to his ribs, the side that had no tattoos.

"Josie told me you already had a tattoo, right? Do you want them mirrored, like symmetrical?" you asked as he took off his shirt. You blushed. This man was really, really beautiful. His friends were too, you'd seen Jake and Mickey shirtless, but Bob... Bob had this charming boyish face and a body that you could see yourself curling up against in your bed for a cuddle in rainy weather. He had that old American charm with his wire-rimmed glasses, that little curl of hair that fell perfectly on his forehead, and that shy smile. You wanted him to take you out on a date anywhere he wanted and listen to his surprisingly raspy voice talk about absolutely anything... but you had to be professional.

"Yes," he replied, "I think it could be quite harmonious..."

"I think so too," you smiled at him and prepared his skin before placing the stencil. You let him check to see if he liked the placement. He turned to you and his crooked smile made you feel all warm inside. He was absolutely adorable.

"I love it," he said, excited like a little boy on Christmas Eve, "it looks amazing!"

"Well, let's get to work then, Lieutenant!" you chuckled and let him lie down. You put on your gloves and turned on the machine. You saw him take a deep breath and exhale slowly; surely to calm his nerves. "Ready?" you asked quietly and he nodded.

He didn't flinch or move once during the session. You saw him grimace from time to time, but he was perfectly still. You tried to talk to him to ease the process without pushing him too hard, and to your own surprise, he was quite talkative. The two of you debated which was the best Lego set you owned - it was obviously the Millenium Falcon. He really made you laugh when he explained how Bradley accidentally broke his glasses and how Josie scolded them for being reckless while playing soccer on the beach. And you both agreed that Reuben and Josie would make great parents. He walked you outside when you said you needed a smoke break.

"I don't smoke that much, I'm trying to quit," you shrugged, "but some days are harder than others."

"Yeah, I get it, I'm not a heavy smoker either, but it helps... relax, I guess," he said, lighting your cigarette and then his. You smiled and agreed. In the distance, the sun was slowly setting, casting orange and pink hues in the sky. Bob blew his smoke slowly through his nose and sighed.

"I love sunsets," he said, "it's always a different color show..."

"I'm sure it's nicer when you're actually in the sky, isn't it?"

"Oh yes it is!" he replied excitedly, "Sometimes with the clouds it's like being surrounded by cotton candy. It's so pretty, but it makes me hungry." 

You laughed and his smile grew wider.

"So you have a sweet tooth?"

"The worst," he sighed with a soft grin, "I think I might be addicted to sugar. I mean, we all are a little, but sweet things are my weakness."

The way he looked at you when he said that made you blush furiously. And he blushed too, surprised at his own behavior. But you didn't seem bothered, so he wasn't embarrassed. You bit your lip and sighed with a smile before looking back at him.

"So if I asked you to come with me to the fair and eat our body weight in candy and cake on Sunday, would you agree?"

"Yes," he blushed, surprised at his own eagerness to accept your proposition. He chuckled and nodded, "I would gladly agree."

"It's a date then..." you smiled and exchanged numbers. Then you resumed your conversation about whatever was on your minds. Bob had never felt so comfortable with anyone, and neither had you. Unfortunately, the rest of the Daggers made their way back to your shop to pay you for the tattoos and take some pictures of them. They were all happy with the results and Mickey promised to come back for more. Bob couldn't stop smiling and looking at you as if you were holding the stars, and neither could you. You said goodbye to everyone, hugged Reuben and Josie - asking their growing baby in her belly to behave - and kissed Bob on the cheek when he last existed. You had to stand on tiptoe to do it, which he found adorable.

"See you Sunday, Bob," you almost whispered.

"Gladly Bee, can't wait," he smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You waved him goodbye and he felt all light and happy on his way to his car.

The rest of the group was completely forgotten, but they were watching from a distance. They were surprised and so lost by what they had just witnessed, except for Nat and Josie who were really proud of their part in it. They discreetly high-fived and giggled.

"What did you do?" Reuben finally asked his wife, curious.

"Me? Nothing," she smiled at him before looking at Bob, who didn't stop smiling. She took her husband's hand on the way to their car and chuckled, "I just encouraged fate."

[macsimagines]

I cannot thank you enough for now incredibly you bring my silly little ideas to life~

May I request for Yan! Shin, Izana, & Ran on how they are as a husband to their darling and how they are as fathers? (like them after they’ve finally achieved their Yandere dreams of marrying their darling and having kids with them and everything ) ʚ♡ɞ

TW: YANDERE CONTENT, MINORS DNI, BABY TRAPPING, MANIPULATION, COERCION

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

Is so happy that you've made him a husband and father. It wasn't easy trying to convince you to go out with him, but eventually he called in enough favors and 'saved' you enough times that you relented and dated him for a short period.

Short because after that he tried very hard to get you to marry him and when it was obvious you weren't going to relent he eventually started to just poke holes in condoms and simply waited for the great news.

"Oh? You're pregnant? Well shucks, looks like I gotta take responsibility. When are you moving in?"

Ya he's not hiding the fact that he's all too pleased to put a ring on you and have a baby in you. But he does his best to provide and make you happy.

He comes home with flowers all the time, just cause, and sometimes he'll bring your son with him to the shop. "You need a break baby, I can take over today."

Shinichiro loves having JR. around. He of course loves his son, but it does help he's the perfect combination of you and Shinichiro.

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

He had to force you to marry him. You had tried to leave him and he wasn't going to let you live any kind of life without him. Those first few years were less than marital bliss.

The fighting, the screaming, the crying. It was honestly hell. Izana almost let himself think you weren't worth the trouble but he was kidding himself if he thought he could live a life without you.

That all changed when he found out you were pregnant. Now it was real, now he couldn't afford to fuck up.

"Y/N, I know you hate me, I can accept that, but please for our babies sake, lets make this work."

Izana is like a changed man, he's kinder and even gentle. He can tell you're still resentful and bitter, but he'll accept that. He just wants his child to feel loved and know he did all he could to make that happen.

You finally go into labor early, Izana doesn't know why or what he did wrong but this was obviously his fault. He was going to loose you both. You really were going to leave him and take the one thing he wanted most in the world with you.

But you pull through. You and his precious and perfect daughter. She's puny in his hands, even for a newborn, just barely bigger than his own palms, but she's perfect. And he'll never let her go.

"Hey, princess. You don't know how happy I am to finally meet you."

Yandere!Ran Haitani

Made you his wife after he found out you had his Twins. One boy and one girl. His brother was the one that had to break the news to him about it 4 years after he had told you to get lost.

"Hey bro, remember that trick that said you knocked her up?" "That bitch? Like I'd ever forget to wear a condom." "...You might wanna have a look at her insta."

Well shit. Obviously the rubber ripped because he was staring at his little clones on your feed. It was very apparent he was the father only a fool would deny it.

"You ain't my dad!" Your son hisses at him "Ya! You ain't!" Your daughter will parrot back. Clearly introducing himself as their father while they were beatingtheshitoutof playing with other kids wasn't the best idea.

"Our hair is pretty an' black!" "Ya! Yours is purple and ugly!"

Ran might not like how the kids are giving him shit, but he certainly does love the idea of another infamous pair of Haitani siblings running amok in Roppongi.

He also doesn't like the fact that you try to fight him tooth and nail for him to not bother your family. "Our family baby, C'mon. Let me take responsibility."

You have no choice but to relent to his threats of custody and courts, knowing damn well you don't have the connection he does.

And he doesn't love the fact that you're a huge bitch to him or the fact that his twins seem to live and breath violence more than he and his bother did back in his youth. But he must admit he thinks it's way more hot how cold and unforgiving you are compared to your old self. You keep him entertained at least.

"Guess who just had to bail our little ankle biters outta jail~ Why not thank your husband for a job well done."

[cod-dump]

I tooooootally believe that Soap is deep in the closet while Ghost isn’t. Soap was raised 👏🏻 Catholic 👏🏻 and will never come out of the closet of his own volition. Simon knows that Johnny is both closeted and very much into him, and knows that he is the one that will have to start this conversation with Johnny. Ghost can’t take Soap’s staring and longing anymore. He convinces Soap that he doesn’t have to hide who he is, and if anyone gives him grief about it, they aren’t worth keeping in his life

Watching Soap deny who he’s attracted to was painful to watch. He knew Soap liked him. Gaz and Price did as well. And once Soap realized he liked Ghost he went out and got a girlfriend.

She was a nice girl, one of the recruits that worked along side them. It didn’t take her long to realize Soap didn’t actually like her the way she wanted him to so she left. Ghost noticed the subtle relief but Soap played it off like he was upset.

Ghost did try to something about the break-up. Something nice to let Soap know he was there for him—

Soap got really tense when Ghost had approached him. Two days had passed since the break-up and Ghost decided now would be an appropriate time since everyone in the base knew by this point.

“I heard about what happened with Lisa. If you need to talk about it, my door is always open.”

Soap made a face before straining a sad smile, “Thanks, bro.”

Ghost cringed when he said that. It didn’t sound natural at all coming out of Soap’s mouth. Ghost mentioned what Soap called him to Gaz and Gaz choked on air laughing.

“That is horrible!”

“He’s trying so hard to be something he’s not.”

Gaz stops laughing, “Can you blame him? Religious parents raised him believing ‘Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve’. Have you heard some of the horror stories from his childhood?”

Ghost sighs, “I suppose I don’t understand how he let’s his parents define who he is for him.”

“Not everyone has the same relationship with their parents. He constantly seeks their approval and doesn’t want to disappoint.”

“If it was my father I would’ve kissed a man right in front of him.”

Gaz snorts, “That you would. But Soap isn’t you.”

For the next several months Soap would pick up girlfriends. Some stuck out longer than others but eventually they all left. Soap picked up reputation of being a serial dater which deterred others from dating him. A recruit joked with him about it.

“You ran out of girls, might as well start dating some guys!”

The way Soap’s face twisted up in rage made Ghost wince. He almost thought he was going to punch the recruit but he restrained himself and instead stormed off. Ghost chose to follow him. Soap ended up outside, walking in no particular direction. He stopped after a bit.

“Why are you following me?”

Ghost decides to give Soap his space, “Thought you could use someone to talk to.”

“About what?”

“About why that bothered you.”

Soap turns around, “Why wouldn’t that bother me?! He said I should date guys!”

Ghost tilts his head, “What’s wrong with dating guys?”

Soap tenses noticeable. It wasn’t a secret that Ghost was gay, he didn’t bother to even try to hide it. He’s talked about past boyfriends, celebrity crushes.

“I…”

“What, Soap? Why do you have a problem with queer people?”

Soap stutters once more, not looking at Ghost. When it takes him too long to answer Ghost huffs.

“When you figure out that answer you know where to find me.”

Ghost leaves him there.

After a couple days Ghost realized Soap hasn’t said a word to him. He’s seen him but the man always made himself scarce when it seemed like he was going to have to interact with Ghost. Ghost tried to convince himself that it didn’t bother him but it did. Soap was his best friend who he felt free to joke with and relax around. The fact that his parents’ toxic mindset that they tried to give him got between them hurt.

Ghost stuck around Gaz, not bothering to go seek out Soap. He wasn’t going to force the man to be around him. He did his job without complaint but apparently someone did have a problem with his sharp remarks. Maybe he was more snappy than usual.

“Simon, have a seat.”

Price knew what was going on. Ghost told Gaz everything and Gaz told Price what Ghost told him.

“How have you been, son?”

Ghost sighs, “Peachy.”

Price didn’t get onto him for his snappy attitude. They talked for a bit, Price subtly hinting that Soap was trying to hype himself up for something but Ghost wasn’t really listening. He was staring at the picture on Price’s desk. It was of the team. Price looking proud as Gaz stood there with Price’s hat on top of his own hat, Ghost leering to the side… and Soap hanging off Ghost’s shoulder with a wide grin.

Price notices where he’s looking before sighing.

“Simon…”

Ghost blinks and looks at Price, “Sorry, sir. Did you say something?”

“Go get some rest, Simon. It’s late.”

Ghost leaves the office, checking his phone once he was in the hall. It wasn’t that late, but going to bed early didn’t sound bad. So he left for his room. He ran into Gaz on the way and the man changed his course to walk with Ghost.

“Where are you going?”

“Bed.”

“Already?”

Ghost grunts and keeps walking. Gaz kept pace with him, “Sure you don’t want to go outside for a bit? Watch the sunset?”

Ghost glares at Gaz, “Why the fuck would I do that?”

“You were already going to be outside to greet Nik coming back. Think he will be disappointed to not see you there.”

“Nik will be fine.”

Ghost reaches his room and Gaz steps in front of the door.

“He’ll be really upset! You’re his favorite!”

Ghost glares, “Price is his favorite.”

“Second favorite! Everyone knows that you’re on top!”

Ghost huffs, “Gaz. Move.”

Gaz blinks before stepping aside. Ghost opens his door when he feels a hand stick into his pocket. He turns in time to see Gaz taking off down the hall with his phone. Ghost blinks.

“KYLE GARRICK YOU COME BACK HERE!”

Gaz shrieks and takes a sharp turn, Ghost giving chase. Ghost follows the man throughout the whole base it feels like, taking turns and dodging through doors. He almost caught Gaz a couple times but Gaz always managed to slip away with a scream.

They made their way outside towards the air field. Ghost picks up speed, Gaz didn’t have any more walls to dive behind. Gaz just makes it to one of the smaller hangers when Ghost finally catches him, pinning him against the door.

“WAIT-“

Ghost growls, “Talk fast!”

“Go in the hanger please before you kill me!”

Ghost glares before stepping back and shoving Gaz over. He opens the hanger door and steps inside. The hanger had a plane in it but other than that was empty. Ghost looks back behind him at Gaz who encouraged him to keep going. Ghost sighs before continuing to walk into the hanger. He doesn’t know why but he looked under the plane to see if someone was on the other side.

There wasn’t.

“Gaz, why the hell-“

Ghost turns around and freezes when he sees Soap standing in the doorway.

“Hey, Ghost…”

Gaz puts Ghost’s phone on a table near the door, “I’m gone! See you guys later!”

Gaz takes off, leaving Ghost and Soap alone. Soap rubs his arm before sighing, avoiding Ghost’s gaze.

“I don’t have a problem with gay people.”

“Really? You avoiding me for two days says otherwise.”

“I had some thinking to do… I didn’t want to say the wrong thing.”

Ghost watches Soap shift his weight, still avoiding eye contact. Ghost sighs, looking away from the man.

“Why a hanger?”

“More private.”

Ghost hums, “That it is.”

Soap looks up, “I really don’t have a problem with you or who you date. I-I envy you.”

“Envy me? Why the hell would you envy me?”

“You’re not afraid to be yourself. Never ashamed of loving who you want to love.”

The softness in Soap’s voice made Ghost’s heart ache, “Johnny…”

“My whole childhood was full of hate. Being taught to hate myself because I like boys instead of girls. I don’t even talk to my parents anymore and yet they still have control over me.”

Soap let’s out a heavy breath, “Even now I can’t be me.”

Ghost steps closer to the man, “Johnny, you can be yourself here. No one cares if you date men, women, whoever. Your parents have no say here.”

Soap looks up, mouth open like he wanted to say something but nothing would come out. Ghost didn’t push him, just reached over for his phone.

“No one is going to force you to make that decision to change. I’m not, Price isn’t—“

“I think… I’ve already made that decision.”

He looks up at Ghost, a small smile on his lips. Ghost pockets his phone, “Good.”

Wordlessly they walk out of the hanger. Shoulder to shoulder, both catching up on each other’s lives despite only being separated a couple days.

[piratefalls]

i'm sure everyone's tired of my rambling at the beginning of these, so let's just get to it. new list every wednesday!

list one. list two.

Even If It's Just Pretend by nontoxic

“The queen wants to show that the Prince and the First Son are still deeply in love and committed to their countries.” Ellen swallows. “They want you to go on a tour of the Commonwealth together, to get the public to see those emails not as a sex scandal, but an invasion of privacy of a wholesome, loving relationship.” “It was an invasion of privacy,” Alex says. He swallows. “Did they say what would happen if we say no?” Ellen’s lips pinch tightly at the corners. “Then they will issue a full denial and Henry will tour the commonwealth himself.” Alex doesn't hesitate. “Tell them we’ll do it. I’m not gonna let him do this alone." It would kill him. Henry hates this shit. The public parading, the judgment. Having to do all of that, and deny who he is? Alex at least wants to be there, to hold his hand through it. Even if it's just as a friend. It might kill Alex to pretend, but that’s a small price to pay to ensure Henry—his beautiful, vibrant, funny-as-hell, brilliant ex-not-quite-boyfriend—isn’t killed instead. --- or, the alex-never-goes-to-kensington-after-the-lake-house, exes-to-fake-dating-to-lovers fic.

I've carried this song in my mind by kiwiana

Henry lays eyes on Alex Claremont-Diaz for the first time in Rio, and it sends such a shockwave of longing and terror into the universe that Arthur feels it. Or, five times Arthur tries to get Alex and Henry together from beyond the grave, and one time two times his intervention isn’t needed.

Bear with me by phlebotinxm

The first time it happened, Henry was not having it. “For the last time, I’m not helping you shave your arse.” — In which Alex is very hairy, and Henry sort of has a thing for it. Not that he'd admit it, though.

Taking Control of the Histories by Qwert33

Singer ACD and Prince Henry announce their engagement to each other. The internet reacts. (+ the months after, a new album, resurfacing of old interviews, and public online flirting.)

Lost and Found by milowren

Pez turns to hand him his ticket, raising an eyebrow over one of his unsettling blue eyes. “It’s either too terrifying for you or too juvenile. It can’t be both.” “I’m not terrified,” Henry says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. But as soon as the crowd in front of them clears and he’s able to see the entrance to the maze, he’s forced to recant that statement. Because standing just off to the side in the shadow of a giant inflatable jack-o-lantern, along with two girls that Henry vaguely recognizes through their costumes, is the most terrifying thing Henry has seen so far tonight. Alex Claremont-Diaz. ****** Alex and Henry are coworkers, Henry has a crush, and they end up at a haunted corn maze together a few nights before Halloween. Shenanigans ensue! Plus many horror movie references.

you handle it beautifully by HypnosTheory

“And I may have an idea for the libido problem too.” Henry sighs. “I don’t think this has risen to the level of therapy just because I can’t get hard.” “First off, nothing has to rise to the level of therapy, there’s no threshold for misery,” Alex says, parroting the words his therapist has told him about half a million times. “But no, I wasn’t thinking about therapy.” Henry raises a brow. “I was thinking we try party drugs.” - Alex, discovering Henry is having a hard time getting out of his head enough to enjoy sex, has a clear solution: recreational drug use! While on the road to self-discovery and self-actualization, Henry surprises Alex more than once. (3 times Henry surprised Alex + 1 time Alex shocked him right back)

Thirst Tweets & Mean Tweets [FOR APPROVAL] by loveonpurpose

MEMO: Official Transcript of Alex Claremont-Diaz and HRH Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor for BuzzFeed, Inc. Original video title: "Prince Henry Reads Thirst Tweets / FSOTUS Reads Mean Tweets" (2021). Filmed February 20, 2021. Approval status: PENDING This transcript is strictly confidential and may contain privileged and proprietary information, which is protected under applicable laws and intended solely for the use of The White House and Buckingham Palace.

in the shadow of two gunmen by matherine

There are over four hundred and thirty-three million guns in civilian possession in the United States. Alex isn’t sure where on the campaign trail that fact embedded itself into his brain — he thinks he picked it up from some memo between Minnesota and Missouri — but he’s never been able to forget it. It's one of those things he turns over and over in his head, running the numbers as if he could calculate the possibility of a bullet embedding itself in his brain. In the end, Alex thinks that it evens out. More people want to kill him than the average person (and that number has grown exponentially over the years) but now he also has Secret Service protection and can’t go anywhere without a motorcade. So, really, statistically, he figures that he has just as much of a chance of being shot by one of those 433 million firearms as anyone else, give or take a few decimal points here and there. But doing the math doesn’t make it any less terrifying when it actually happens.

Want you stealing my time by clottedcreamfudge

Henry has no idea what the rules are meant to be when you fall in love with your best friend thirty seconds after befriending them, but he supposes it doesn't matter anyway; he knows that Alex could never feel the same way - has always known that - and he considers himself lucky to have someone this fierce and full of life in his corner. He doesn't need more, no matter how much he may want it. Then Alex goes and ruins everything by daring to press him against the wall at a party and kiss him like his life fucking depends on it.

simply, don't by rizcriz

The first voicemail notification sits in Henry’s inbox when he lands in London. He stares at it for a long while before quietly dismissing it and shoving his phone unceremoniously into his pocket. His phone feels like lead in his pocket the entire ride back to the palace, fingers itching to pull it out and just listen. But he’s stronger than that, isn’t he? He left, he got on the plane, he made it home without once looking back. He had, though, contemplated the many steps it would take to turn around. Wondered if he could make it back with enough time to climb back into Alex’s bed and pretend none of this nightmare—the confession of love—had ever happened. But for every step he envisions himself taking back, three more lead him straight to Kensington Palace, because for whatever it is that he wants, there is only what he can have, and it is not a life with one Alexander Gabriel Claremont-Diaz. -- Or, Henry actually answers one of Alex's calls.

heart & home by railmedaddy

An exploration of life, love, friendship and family – one snippet for each week of Alex & Henry’s first year in their brownstone.

the love of my life, forever by coffeecatsme

“So,” the host of the talk show starts, eyes glimmering with excitement as he gazes at Alex over the desk, “your new single. I think anyone here would agree that it felt like a death by a thousand cuts, listening to those lyrics. If you don’t mind me asking… There’s been a lot of speculation online about who the song is about.” Alex flips his curls to the other side, trying not to smile. “Uh huh.” Or, 5 times the media speculates Alex is dating someone else and 1 time they realize he's been with Henry all this time.

You Can't Deny Me Anything by Dawg1515

“What happened?” Henry frowns deeply and presses his hand to Alex’s forehead. “You’re burning up, love.” Or: That night at the Lake House, Henry is getting ready to leave when Alex wakes up feeling sick. Faced with memories of losing his father, Henry decides to stay and take care of Alex. They have some things to talk out.

sparks fly (whenever you smile) by cxpbuck

When Alex wakes up after a particularly alcohol-filled night, he’s surprised by a blonde stranger in his bed. What’s more surprising, however, are all the messages on his phone congratulating his engagement to said blonde stranger.

how to have (normal) friends without fucking it up by ohgaywarden

Alex y’all are forgetting i started in georgetown when my mom was elected at least it’s not like the white house where they’ll bring the dogs out to sniff for weed cash and the ppos will probably check you for stuff but yeah… just don’t bring anything that would alert the royal protectors of the 4th in line for the throne Abbylol Anthony okay :) what time? -- Alex tries to make friends in law school.

a thousand, a million, billion thoughts, (all under the form of a letter to you) by CrayolaRainbow

Henry has been working on something in his office for the past week. Every time Alex asks him what it is, Henry just brushes him off with a simple “It’s a project, dear, nothing to worry about,” before throwing himself back into his work. He comes back, a week later, with a proposal he wants to show Alex. Or: Henry proposes to Alex with the help of a list, a powerpoint presentation, and some Very Gay Quotes.

buzzing by demigodbeautiies

“I mean, I respect the guts of anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to send a vibrator to the Prince of Wales,” Alex said, staring down at the little egg shaped thing in a box on their counter. “I can’t ever endorse this,” he replied, finally. -- Henry and Alex are sent a remote control vibrator. They find many, many uses for it.

A Tapestry of Intimacy Unfolded by Hqwhna

It's a case of textbook serendipity when Senator Alex Claremont-Diaz and Dr. Henry Fox first meet at a fundraiser in D.C. Now, Alex just has to think of an excuse to see him again...

Going Platinum by cricketnationrise

Email: austincamz@gmail.com Channel Name: AustinBoy Age Restricted?: 18+ Chat enabled?: Yes Subscriptions: Monthly Tiers: 2 Tier 1:> Name: Standard > Description: Access to chat room, 1 weekly video Tier 2:> Name: Bonus > Description: Access to chat room, 1 weekly video, 1 weekly livestream

Or, a Camboy!Alex AU

A Taste of You by everwitch

On a few, select occasions, Henry has indulged Alex’s flirty banter, meeting Alex halfway with his own brand of dry wit. That is hardly advisable, of course, but Henry is only… well, not human exactly, but once upon a time he was, and sometimes he likes to reminisce about that. To recall what that existence had felt like. To watch a pretty young thing with a certain spark in his eyes smile victoriously when Henry admits he’s handsome. When Henry lets Alex take him home, he thinks he’s the only one who’s about to reveal his true nature. He’s wrong.

Hit (My Love) Out of the Park by bleedingballroomfloor

“It’s just — I’ve had such a hard time feeling like I really belonged. I think that’s what got me in the slump in the first place. But coming back here, seeing all the love I still got even though I’m not on the Rangers anymore… that really helped. And being on the Mets, being in New York — you helped with all of that. More than you’ll ever know.” Or, Alex and Henry are dumb, horny disasters. With an added bonus of baseball.

Engagement by SilverRosesAndDragons

Alex and Henry get engaged. They make a show of telling the world.

hear it in the silence (feel it on the way home) by orionseye

“It drives me nuts sometimes that you don’t get to have more say in your life. When I picture you happy, I see you with your own apartment somewhere outside of the palace and a desk where you can write anthologies of queer history. And I’m there, using up your shampoo and making you come to the grocery store with me and waking up in the same damn time zone with you every morning.” - page 296 Henry and Alex get everything they want after the 2020 elections: a beautiful home, fulfilling careers, a life together. But you need to heal first, to be able to love.

Sweetheart Grips by orestespdf

“Is this a good time to say that I haven’t done this before either, and that you should also tell me if it’s terrible?” Henry asks. Alex lets out a quiet laugh. His cheeks are ruddy with pleasure, the way some people get flushed when they’ve been smiling a while. Henry wants to do everything in his power to make Alex laugh again. The sound is intoxicating. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” Alex says with an easy grin. "I’ll log any complaints accordingly.” --- Rewriting a few RWRB sex-scenes with trans!Alex.

Hold the Moonlight In Your Hands by absolute-worst-idea (cxptained)

“Come on.” Henry tells him, tugging him to his feet and suddenly time is repeating itself. They sneak through the long grass, past the same PPO’s that snooze by the front door, before taking off at a run down that very same pier. “What are you doing?” Alex yells out, laughing as they come to the same halt as before, right under the brilliant night sky. The same stars look down on them. The same moon lights up their path, lights up Henry’s face, lights up his eyes and his smile. “I’m doing this right!” Henry says. There’s a lightness to his voice, a sparkle in perfect blue hues and Alex’s chest lifts just as it had done a year ago. ---------- The group find themselves back at the lake house, and Henry wants to make right that disastrous night with a marriage proposal that will change Henry and Alex's lives forever.

my gift is my song/and this one's for you by HestiaForever

It still amazes Henry, sometimes. That Alex loves him back; that the whole world knows and it’s okay. He turns his head and kisses Alex gently. The frizzing anxiety in his veins settles, and it’s like taking a breath of fresh air. Alex breaks away to smile against his lips. “Just like old times, huh? Do I need to let you go flee the country now?” OR Alex and Henry’s relationship, told through five holidays over five years.

The Red Side Goes Up by cmere

Henry brings home a little something new to try in the bedroom. Or: The One Where Alex Gets Jealous of a Butt Plug.

One Wild and Precious Life by SprigsofViolets

In 2015, Arthur Fox was diagnosed with cancer. He went into surgery to have a tumor removed from his brain, and fell into a coma. Nine years later, he wakes up.

Imagine Being Loved By Me by ladybonehollows

“Please tell me you're not so high in your ivory tower that you don't know what fanfiction is and that people write it about you." He can practically hear the sound of Henry rolling his eyes through the phone. “No, I know what it is, and I wish I could be surprised to learn that people have written it about me. None of that has ever inspired me to go looking for it.” Alex looks gleefully at the page in front of him. “Oh baby, I love how we can still surprise each other," he says. "I'm skipping to the good part, though.”

But Then You Found Me (And Everything Changed) by Lily_Padd_23, supernatural_mondler

Henry accidentally asks a question. Alex is more than ready with the answer.

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[fortune-fool02]

Late-Night Coffee and Treats

Leon Kennedy x female reader

Summary: After accepting his offer to a date, [Name] finds herself excited for the night. 

Continuation of: Late-Night Coffee

Warning: Fluff. 

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Ever since he asked her on a date, Leon has been a bubbling mess. His cheeks almost sore from smiling as he kept trying to plan out what to do. He wanted it to be special but he didn’t want to go overboard and end up pushing her away. The ache of his last relationship gnawing away at him, refusing to let him think in peace. He didn’t want this to end up in flames again. 

A heavy sigh pushed him down, that bubbling joy momentarily fading as he fidgeted with his pencil at the desk, his mind bouncing about, back and forth, trying to settle on one thing. Dinner seemed like a good point but what if he picked a place [Name] didn’t like? What about a trip to the park or the woods? She had mentioned before she liked nature. Then again, what if it rains? Why was it so hard to pick an event for a date?! 

Leon groaned softly, letting his head drop onto the pile of paperwork on his desk. A chuckle catching his attention as Marvin leaned against the wall beside the desk, a coffee cup in hand. 

“Having trouble, kid?” Leon lifted his head at the voice of the Lieutenant, leaning back into the swivelling chair and swaying a little bit absentmindedly. Marvin had been there for him since he first joined the force. The man can be a little blunt at times, but sometimes that bluntness was what was needed. Leon hummed a bit. 

“What gave that away?” Leon smiled though he knew the worries were all over his face despite how he tried to mask it. Marvin only chuckled more at this, sipping out of the cup. “I asked [Name] on a date but I can’t think of where to take her.” Grabbing a chair, Marvin pulled a seat over and set himself down. 

“Right, listen, kid.” He started, “How good do you know this girl?” Leon had been going to her café for a good few months now and they always chattered and talked about all sorts. He would like to think he knew a fair amount about her. “So, think about her. You know what she likes, but make sure it’s special. You want to make her feel special.” 

Leon nodded, that was all he wanted. Marvin gave him a pat on the back before heading off to continue with his work, leaving Leon to think about it. There had been times they shared such conversations, talking about places they liked, locations they found comfort in. An idea came to mind and Leon grabbed a pencil and paper, writing it down quickly before he forgot it. 

With his next day off coming up, he spent his time off shift arranging everything to make it perfect. Once he was confident he had everything he needed, he contacted [Name], telling her that he was ready for the date if she was. The two agreed on a time and place before getting ready. 

[Name] glanced at the clock, a flutter of butterflies in her stomach as the time grew closer and closer. She couldn’t deny her excitement for this date. Her eyes went over her outfit once more, trying to determine if she was too over-dressed, as Leon wouldn’t quite tell her where they were going. He just said it was something special. With a final nod, she decided to stick with the outfit she had one and finished up with some last touches before waiting for Leon to pick her up. 

A knock at her door made her smile as she moved over quickly and opened it, Leon stood there, dressed nicely with a small bouquet in his hands. His expression a mix of shyness and excitement. His eyes took a moment to scan her form, in awe almost. How could she look even more beautiful than before?

"Wow...." the word slipped from him before he could stop it, "I-I mean, you look beautiful, [Name]." He smiled, noting the light blush that spread across her cheeks.

"Thank you, Leon. You look handsome yourself." Heat erupted in his face at that, he did try to make himself look more nicer. The two stood there for a moment, nerves nipping at the pair of them.

"Here, these are for you." Leon handed her the bouquet, he spent a good few minutes searching for the perfect bouquet that held her favourite flowers in it. It was more than worth it with how her face lit up.

"Oh Leon! They're beautiful, thank you." She leaned in, pressing a little kiss on his cheek, and Leon couldn't stop smiling. Once they were ready, the two got into Leon's car as he drove to their date. The car ride was filled with soft music from the radio and a comforting air between them. Leon just hoped that she would like this.

They weren't going to a fancy restaurant or even a small café. No, he had something else planned for them. The car came to a stop outside of a wooded area, a quiet area that both he and [Name] knew well. Taking her hand, he guided her down a small path through the trees and bushes, making sure nothing snagged her outfit.

Soon, them come upon the location Leon had spent setting up earlier that day. A blanket laid out neatly with rose petals scattered about, a picnic basket waiting for them with a small, portable radio sitting beside it, waiting to be used. A steady stream flowed just beyond it, a soothing sound that only added to the beauty of the area. Small lights hung from the low branches of the trees with a few on the floor, creating a comforting light that enveloped the area. An image from a book, almost.

[Name] stood there in silence, taking all of this in, it was beautiful. Leon stood beside her, awaiting a response.

"Do you like it?" He asked, his voice low, almost hesitant, a worrying concern chewing at him a little, thinking he had messed it up somehow or got something wrong. Those worries were soon silenced as she turned to him and hugged him tightly.

"I love it, Leon! It's so beautiful!" His arms wrapped around him, the warmth of her skin more sweeter than the Sun's gentle kiss on a Summer's day, something he would savour each and every day. Smiling, the two separated and got settled down on the blanket.

Leon opened the cooler box beside the basket, pulling out a bottle of sweet-tasting cider then poured a glass for her first. She thanked him as she took the glass, her eyes moving around to take in the surroundings again. She wasn't expecting this but she would easily choose this over a restaurant. Her eyes shifted from the scenery towards the dirty-blonde man beside her, taking him in slowly.

When he first came to the café all those months ago, she had no idea how much she would grow fond of his presence. His silly jokes, that sweet smile of his and how his eyes would crinkle as he did. There was a devotion in his actions, a determination that she hadn't seen in many men. Passion. Carefully setting her glass down, she lowered his glass as well, stopping him from opening the basket. A confused look flashed his face a little.

"Is everything oka-?" His words were cut off by her lips pressing against his cheek again, her voice whispering against his skin.

"Can I kiss you? Properly?" She didn't want to overstep. If he wasn't ready for a kiss then she won't push him. His face grew a shade or two redder but there was a look in his eyes that she couldn't quite place, and he gave a nod. Meeting her halfway, his lips pushed against hers, melting together in a tender, sweet moment. Her lips soft against his with a lingering taste of her lip balm, and it took all of his strength not to groan against her.

The two pulled back slowly, a smile on both of their lips.

"So... the picnic?"

[donniewatts]

                 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑺 & 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 , a short study.

i think i've put some emphasis on this on my previous blogs for donnie, but he really does struggle with his sexuality as a teenager and a young adult. there's a lot of internal homophobia going on. he gets mean ( whether that be violent or just loud and abrasive or all three at once is dependent on the situation ) whenever someone even so much as implies that he's anything but the tough masculine stereotype he's pretending to be. he does genuinely love to wear ripped jeans and tank tops, and rock out to metal and whatever. but on top of that, he loves having his hair long. he watches his weight and is particular about his hygiene, his wardrobe and his appearance. he loves wearing eyeliner like all the rockstars he looks up to. he struggles with that part of himself because of how his mother would verbally and physically berate him for acting 'unmanly.' ( for example, she once took scissors to his hair and forced him into needing to go to the hairdresser because he was refusing to go. that was one of the last times donnie cried so much in front of his mother, as her punishment upon returning home was severe. ) and it's hard for him to unlearn the toxic and unhealthy behaviours and thought processes that stem from that.

donnie also struggles with everything because of the strict baptist element of his upbringing. from a young age, it was ingrained in donnie's head that queerness was a sin. it was wrong, ungodly. all of that on top of the fact that his mother had him convinced that he was going to hell anyway, ensured that donnie repressed any signs of not being straight for a long ass time. many of his peers would also call donnie slurs, the scar that runs through donnie's left eyebrow was the result of a fight that broke out between him and an older kid who called him a slur and compared him to a girl. donnie, having been exposed to his mother doing the same to him all the time at home, snapped. in donnie's head? being queer was bad. being queer meant that he'd be punished, and so he kept it firmly to himself, and even then, he'd deny it to himself.

his attitude towards his sexuality shifts the longer he spends fostering his romantic relationship with james, it isn't an overnight thing, of course. it takes time, a lot of self-reflection, and him eventually coming out to his brother and sister-in-law, for him to finally come to terms with it all. brody and cassidy don't even hesitate to accept him. but even then, he struggles with his sexuality until long after he's had emma and anita's left his life. having a child puts some of his world views, traumas, and learned behaviours into perspective for him. it forces him to think about the way he thinks about himself, if he wouldn't treat emma that way, then why would he treat himself that way? is the way he begins to look at it.

with all this to say: donnie really struggles with feeling any kind of pride regarding his sexuality, and honestly? even when he's accepted it there's gonna be part of him that will always be iffy about being publicly affectionate with men. there will always be a part of him that will struggle with going on dates with men and whatnot. but, donnie being who he is and how he is, he pushes through it anyway. he's a shameless flirt regardless of gender. so whatever awkwardness that occurs with hand holding and other forms of pda will be glossed over by donnie flirting. in his younger days he tries to only sleep with women and never so much as looks at another man that way, but he gets over that with time and age.

[brights-place]

Dating The Sano Family Members

Pairings: Sano Manjiro, Shinchiro Sano, Emma Sano, and Izana Kurokawa A/n: Sorry for being gone for awhile school started back up again!

Shinchiro

- When he introduced you to his siblings they look at you and walk away to a different room while you hear them scream out loud mainly hearing Emma shout “FUCKING FINALLYYY”

- You Go on Small p dates or sometimes hang around his shop

- He love show you look out for him

- When he see’s other people staring at you he holds you close and flips them off while you stare at your phone.

- he sometimes worries if you will leave him for another man like Wakasa. You and Wakasa just stare at him and continue your game of Uno “Uno Reverse” You say smirking while Wakasa throws his cards at you pissed off.

- He loves cuddling.

- he dosen’t smoke around you cause you say it reeks and have tried to make him stop every time you catch him he gets a smack in the face and a scolding.

- Takes you out on bike rides morning or night anytime any day cause he enjoys it

- tried to cook for you once but failed

- asks Emma for tips on how to make you feel better when your angry or sad also asks Emma to help plan stuff for you.

- Loves taking photos with the both of you together and flexes on Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi while the comment.

- Wakasa,Takeomi and Benkei like to tell you about their past but mainly about shinchiro and how he couldn’t pull any girls when they where younger.

- They showed you a photo of his hair being held up when they where teens and you commented “No wonder he couldn’t pull anybody he wouldn’t even get to pull me with that hairstyle”

-Shinchiro stared at you clutching his chest being dramatic “how dare YOU!” You stared at him with a deadpanned expression “I dare”

- When shinchiro is mad you kiss his cheek which makes him get all flustered and hide his face.

- Grandpa Sano gives you a thumbs up and always says you wear the pants in the relationship.

- He sulked

- When Shinchiro died you cried till there where no more tears. nobody could look at you after seeing you in pain.

Izana

- He Likes to show you off

- He dosen’t Talk much in conversations but He listens. When you think he isn’t he would bring up something you said awhile ago to get your mood up.

- Struggles with saying “I love you” so he pecks your cheek or says “You too”

- When he plays guitar he hides it from you and when you ask him to play he denies that he plays it.

- You hide behind a wall and listen to him play sometimes you can hear him singing the lyrics.

- Night walks and late night drives

- He would never responds to texts cause he’s to busy

- sometimes he does answer but that’s rarely. Though he likes to bring back the topics in conversations.

- You have to sneak up to hug him or wait to see if he will hug you.

- Buys you lots of gifts

- when you get the gift you want to cry cause it was so cute when you saw him choosing it out when you went out with friends.

- When your Happy about something he dosen’t show it but he has to hold himself back from smothering you with kisses.

- The First time you tried to cuddle him he kept pushing you away. Though he gave up after awhile and would groan before forcing you to be little spoon.

- When he’s bored he does little drawings in your back for example he would drag his finger imagining himself making little drawings.

- When you do something romantic or kiss him in the cheek he tries so hard not to blush.

- He opens up about himself after awhile you cried so hard.

- takes you to the orphanage he grew up in and plays with the kids.

- Dominant Nobody can change my mind

- When someone stares at you he would stare them down. If anybody looks down upon you or even DISRESPECT you this man will be on death row.

- Watches you dance around when listening to your favourite artists.

- You tried to slow dance with him he was confused before he slowly understood.

- Dosen’t even want to remember his past life ever again once he met you.

- hold you close to his heart.

- Takes You on Dates whenever you ask or when he feels like he wants to.

- Like’s it when you scold him and his gang members when they aren’t careful he finds it cute

- He would protect your younger siblings with his LIFE

- Love Language is Acts of service

- Every little thing he does to try show you affection you crumble to the floor and clutch your heart cause it was so sweet and you know how difficult it was for him to show affection.

- Observes and listens to everything you have to say and notices every little thing you do

- When your sad he sits beside you and strokes your hair humming before cuddling you

- Very sensitive to comments about his appearance. When you told him once that his hair looked a-bit off one time he kept on checking it out the whole day before you asked him about it. He didn’t say anything but looked away saying that you were lying.

- Forgets any special day so he asks Kakucho to remind him.

- He once forgot and he was about to see Shinchiro I SWEAR that man never wants to piss you off ever again for forgetting your anniversary.

- dosen’t hesitate to hide his displeasure about something like when you introduced your friend who was getting touchy with you or the food that you guys went to get that smelt funky.

- hands on your waist and head on your shoulder when he’s tired and needs something to hold.

- when Izana died you climbed onto his grave and you where the only one that went to the funeral due to the others going to jail. Kakucho couldn’t face you at all.

Mikey/Manjiro

- Shows you off to everyone even strangers on the streets “HAVE YOU SEEN MY LOVER LOOK AT THEM THATS FUCKING MINE!”

- clings onto you forever

- Loves when you wear his clothes cause it’s too big/tight

- He loves talking a lot and you smile a lot cause how cute he looks.

- you and Draken both carry flags and complain about mikey sometimes when he’s unreasonable

- Loves animals but mainly dogs and coo’s at them

- Gets whiny when you don’t show affection to him or are doing something busy.

- amazing with kids/babies the most grumpy ones have a smile because of him.

- Smothering home it’s kisses and hugs.

- Likes when you take the lead he finds it “Hot”

- He asks Emma to help him get gifts. last year he gave you something you hated so much as an anniversary gift he was about to see original timeline Hina.

- He is usually chill but when stressed out he screams

- in the situation when pah-chin got arrested he yelled at you when you tried to explain draken’s side.

- later he apologised but you stared him down and made him sit at the corner without any hugs for 5 minutes he was complaining.

- Eats anything you make cause he finds it delicious

- Motorbike rides, walks or going out to cafe’s and diners for dates

- When he loses a video game he starts complaining and flops onto your lap

- Forces you to have mid-day naps with him whenever.

- He holds your hand wherever you go and kisses your hand.

- Messy person and you have to take care after him

- Emma likes to show you embarrassing photos of when he was younger

- Mikey appears out of nowhere in your house and waves at you.

- You where so confused but you accepted him appearing out of nowhere.

- Mikey killed You by his own hands he didn’t show any emotion but kept quiet seeing you bleed out in his arms he kissed your soft lips and carried your corpse to your silk bedsheets going to deal with you later.

Emma

- She hides the fact that you two are dating

- When Mikey and Shinchiro Found out their jaws where on the floor. Izana raised an eyebrow at them confused “She is bisexual nobody knew? She was radiating off Bi vibes”

- She loves to cook for you

- both of you shop together and have so much fun. She likes to pick outfits for you and you pick some out for her.

- You have cute Dates anywhere

- you flex on draken who gives you a deadpanned look

- She’s really affectionate and you love it so much.

- You both like to dance together when listening to Any of your favourite artists.

- when she asks If it’s to revealing you kiss her cheek “Wear whatever you want I can fight anybody” She blushed

- easily flustered and you find it adorable

- she takes lots of photos of you two and you don’t mind at all.

- daily calls and meetups

- she likes to embarrass her siblings and you laugh every-time seeing the others get annoyed by their baby sister

- you listen to her gossip and rants

- when she needs comfort your their in a flash

- You guys go on morning walks together and have fun

- when an old man stared at Emma and tried to touch her ass she didn’t know and you stood in-front of her and shouted “PEDOPHILE” everyone on the train noticed this and gave the man dirty looks.

- You guys have romantic moments and mikey or Shinchiro or both of them Ruin the special moments.

- You love to show her everything you like and she loves to show hers

- When she died you cried crumbling to the floor when Draken told you

[lovethetasteofnothing]

like a bull in a china shop² | ghostsoap

or another drabble to continue good parenting, bad timing...

part 1 | part 2

if you had asked singleparent!simon a few years ago and even now, he wouldn't have moved out of his dingy apartment in that shitty area. the rent was cheap; he had a bed and a bathroom, and that really was everything he needed. but he couldn't keep it up when he got a girlfriend and, as a follow-up, a kid. he couldn't let the little girl live in those conditions; he just wouldn't forgive himself, knowing he had the possibility of offering her a better environment to grow up in.

so now he's stuck in his current apartment, decorated by his ex in its entirety, because he had no interior designer flare to his persona (and also didn't care enough to pay attention to the subtle decor she went crazy over). he wasn't complaining, the place was nice, he had moved in a few years ago; he still believed his random smoker's cough eased away because there was no mold in here, so that was a bonus. he didn't mind how light and "airy" it was arranged, sure, he preferred the gloom of his old place, but this wasn't half bad, and he had grown accustomed to it.

but there was still a pestering presence in the apartment, at least momentarily. Sergeant John Mactavish, or, well, Soap. the new sergeant in the task force was really something he hoped not to see in his apartment anytime soon, but he couldn't deny his precious daughter a play date, and sadly, the man had to come too.

that would probably explain his current situation: leaning against the windowsill, blowing the smoke of his cigarette out of the window as he tried to think of something to break the awkward silence in between the two of them. the laughter of the girls was a vague and distant noise, catching his attention every once in a while. his eyes were scanning over the kids every now and then to make sure they were safe and playing nicely (since he knew his daughter had it in her to accidentally break a piece of furniture or trip and fall off of something and injure someone else in the process).

"two goldfish are in a tank..." he starts off. he didn't mind the silence all that much, but he knew if he kept quiet, the sergeant would start talking, and there was no way out of that. he had barely spent a few days on the same team with him, and he was already craving to shut him up, violently or not.

"go on..." the scotsman prompted him. the back of his chair was leaning dangerously, the hind legs of the piece of furniture barely balancing enough to keep him steady as he teetered.

"one turns to the other and says, you know how to drive this thing?" his face didn't change in the slightest with the same usual frown and bitter look adorning his features. in all honesty, it was hard to even tell what he was trying to express right now because of that damn balaclava. "bit of army humor" he finished it off dryly as if the whole thing even needed a conclusion, throwing the butt of his cigarette out of the window afterward.

"very little" soap bit back a smile. he was better than this, he wouldn't laugh at the lamest joke he had heard in his entire life, but it was so bad it was good, and he couldn't help it when the slightest grin and chuckle slipped past him. he also couldn't aid the fact that he had lost his balance in the spur of the moment, the chair slipping awkwardly against the floorboards, an alarming creaking breaking through the air as he felt himself lose stability.

by instict, he braced himself for impact, praying to whoever was listening that he wouldn't break his lieutenant's chair; his back, a minor problem right now. but surprisingly (luckily?) he didn't feel the harsh slam of the floor against his body, the chair breaking into splinters and pieces underneath his weight. no, instead, a hand gripped the back of the chair, keeping him in one piece as all four of the legs returned to their proper position on the floor.

"easy, mactavish. i don't need another one of your messes to clean up" the involuntary sigh, the trademark of his lieutenant whenever soap was around him. yet there wasn't enough time to apologize or feel ashamed about the whole mishap.

a thud, a moment of silence, and a loud cry were all it took for singleparent!simon to rush back to the living room. because when you have to take care of both a 26-year-old child and a 6-year-old toddler, you should know that neither of them can leave your sight for even a split second. for a moment, only for one, it felt like soap and his daughter were more related than he was to her.

they both had that dumb smile, cute on her, annoying whenever it would appear on his lips; the weird comments they'd make at inappropriate times, to be fair, he smiled every time he heard them; and now, the clumsiness that came with them, a danger mostly to themselves but also to others at times.

he walked into the scene of the accident, assessing the damage done as if he were on mission again, trying to figure out which of his soldiers had fallen in the battle. his daughter was sniffling softly, her knee cradled in her hands as johnny's girl was holding her gingerly, brushing her hair out of her eyes. he couldn't help but drop his serious demeanor, kneeling in front of the two of them, his rough hands grabbing his little princess and kissing her forehead.

singleparent!soap who was quick behind him, recovering from the mortifying accident and following along to make sure his daughter was alright, his heart melting a little bit at how proud he was of his girl. he knew in that moment that he had done something right, he had raised her to always look out for others and his hard efforts were paying off.

"what happened here, hm?" soap was glad to hear the gentleness of his voice and the loss of his harsh and cold tone. but he'd never admit to himself that the shift in the dynamic made him just a little weak in the knees, his heart picking up just the tiniest bit, and for the shortest moment, another kid didn't sound all that bad.

the ghostsoap brainrot continues <3

divider creds: @/cafekitsune

[dari-ede]

Night Turns Into Morning: Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

MASTERLIST

Summary: Namjoon and Maya were best friends before they became an item. Both are musical artists and well known globally. Neither has ever dated someone in the same field they are in, much less work in the same COMPANY. Together, they must learn how to handle being in a private and secret relationship while trying to have a successful career. (This is a SEQUEL to "In the Middle of the Night")

STATUS: WIP

PAIRING: Idol!Namjoon x Singer!FemaleCharacter

Genre: Romance

WARNINGS: SMUT, good-girl kink, fingering, hand-job, (light) pussy-slapping, full penetration, nipple-sucking

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Walking down the halls of the complex, Maya couldn't deny the subtle stares didn't make her uncomfortable. While Namjoon's warm hand felt nicely around hers, it was hard to focus on that when at least a dozen eyes were fixated on where they were joined. It had been weeks since she had gotten back together with the leader of the biggest boy band in the world. They were still keeping their relationship a secret from the public but had agreed to be open in their private lives.

Currently, they were walking through security in their apartment complex and it was a space they had deemed safe to display some affection. Their home and their company's private halls and rooms were locations they were free to act themselves. And this was only possible due to NDAs being signed by security and staff at both locations. The community they lived in catered to the powerful and wealthy in South Korea, meaning they were guaranteed full privacy.

Namjoon had chosen this community a while ago for this precise reason: guaranteed privacy. So when Maya needed to find another apartment, he made sure to point this detail out to her. It didn't take long for Maya to agree. If the public were to find out an idol as big as RM was dating Maya, who was a well-known American artist, their company, Big Hit, would surely have a field day at its hands. Things would be chaotic.

The possibility of the public finding out about them was scary to imagine, so Maya forced herself to not think of it. She reminded herself of the little chance of their secret leaking. If someone spilled, they would then spend the rest of their days behind bars. Maya's new record label, which was also Namjoon's, had the funds to hire the best lawyers in the country and as part of Maya and Namjoon's contracts, their privacy was something the label would protect at all costs.

As Maya tried to settle herself down, Namjoon felt her uneasiness. Even though she had made great strides, Namjoon knew that it was a work in progress for her. There would always be moments her anxiety would try to beat the best of her.

He turned to her and noticed the change in her breathing. She was calming herself down.

He knew she felt his stare and turned towards him.

The moment her rich, maple eyes met his, he could feel her body fully relax. He sent her a soft smile. Her body then gravitated to his. Her head pressed against his shoulder as her other hand clutched his forearm. He could almost see her anxiety be swallowed down. That's my girl, he thought to himself. Maya was full of fight; her anxiety might win some battles, but his girl would always win the fucking war. He leaned over and pressed his lips on her head, feeling himself falling more in love with her.

The couple finally arrived at Namjoon's front door. He opened it and allowed her to enter first. They left their shoes at the entrance and walked down the halls to get to the living room.

Namjoon helped Maya take off her jacket.

It was late January and the weather was still pretty cold, would be for another few weeks.

"Want me to put your stuff in the room?" he asked as he motioned to the suitcase and bag on the floor. She had brought them in earlier in the day.

With her family in town and taking over her apartment, Namjoon had suggested she stay at his place for the time being.

She nodded. "Want some of the wine I brought earlier?"

"So I can get drunk and you can take advantage of me?" he teased, sending her one of his dimpled smiles he knew drove her crazy. He took her stuff and sent her a wink.

"You're lucky you're cute," she said, sending him a mocking glare then walked into his kitchen to find some glasses.

Just like during their first try at a relationship, Maya had given Namjoon control over when they were ready to take their physical relationship to the next level. She wanted him to be fully comfortable once they decided to have sex again. The only thing she asked was for him to be completely honest and sure. While he didn't believe in regrets, there was such a thing as learning from past experiences. He never regrated having sex with Maya but did think that they might have started things too quickly.

During their breakup, in the heat of anger, Namjoon had told Maya they shouldn't have had sex so soon but he hadn't fully meant it. Since they got back together, they talked about it at length. He wanted to be physically intimate again, but he wanted to make sure their heads and emotions were in the right place before they did so. He wanted their relationship to be more solid before they took that step. Also, he wanted to wait for the perfect moment.

And tonight felt right. Everything had been perfect. His parents and Maya's aunt and uncle, who she loved like parents, had a lovely dinner together. They all got along splendidly. There had been a lot of laughs and warmth as the six shared food with one another. This had been what Namjoon wanted: a full closeness with her. And he felt the way to do so would be to further bond with her surrogate parents and for her to get closer to his.

They had been working on strengthening their relationship—being more open with each other and expanding their communication. Emotionally, they had become incredibly intimate. Maya had been the one who struggled with vulnerability, which had been the reason for their breakup less than two months ago. However, after restarting therapy, she started to heal old wounds and was able to allow Namjoon in.

Namjoon was now seeing a completely different side of Maya. Every time she was honest with him, every secret she revealed to him, every concern she voiced made him want to fall to his knees and worship her. And because his emotions were getting more intense with her, it was more difficult to control his body around hers.

And after the perfect night they had, there was only one way to end it.

After placing Maya's stuff on the left side of his room—which was the side she took—he walked back to the living room and noticed two full glasses waiting on the counter.

He raised his eyebrows at her in mock surprise. "That's a lot of wine, no?"

"You have a high alcohol tolerance," she commented. "Don't pretend you don't."

"I'm worried about you," he said, reaching for a glass.

"The Latina blood runs powerful in these veins, baby." She took the other glass.

He let out a chuckle and raised his glass to her.

She tapped his glass with her own.

As they drank the wine, Namjoon took notice of a slight shiver coming off her. He turned to her arms and noticed the goosebumps.

Full concern took over. "Babe, you're freezing." He turned towards the thermostat.

"No." She said quickly, taking hold of his arm. "It's ok."

"It's not ok. Look at you." He reached over and rubbed her arms. Sure enough, she was cold to the touch. He knew he ran on hot, so she always felt cold to him.

"I'll put on a sweater," she whined as she kept him from moving away.

"But you'll be cold tonight. You know it takes a while for the ondol to heat the place."

A small look of sadness appeared on her face. "But then you'll be hot."

"I'll sleep without covers," he said simply, pulling away and walking to the thermostat.

But it wasn't that simple. Maya knew that if he got too hot, he would be too uncomfortable to fall asleep...and wouldn't sleep close to her.

And there lay the real reason and issue. There was a secret Maya was keeping from Namjoon. Something she had discovered long ago but had been too embarrassed to admit. However, Dr. Rob's voice made its way to her head.

"Any time you feel something but hesitate to voice it to Namjoon, I want you to take a step back and ask yourself what is preventing you from sharing that emotion with him. Is it due to legit concern or could it be the fear of rejection that's keeping you from opening yourself to him? If it's the latter, take a breath, and voice it to him. However little it might be."

She took a breath and ripped the bandage. "I sleep better when you're holding me."

Namjoon was in the middle of fidgeting with the thermostat and stopped abruptly when she spoke. He turned to her, giving her his full attention.

Taking another breath, Maya further explained. "You know it's difficult for me to fall asleep. Since I was a kid. Unless I'm physically and mentally exhausted, it can take me an hour to do so. I have to either drink a lot of chamomile or take melatonin drops and I have a weighted blanket that helps, too. But when I'm sleeping with you...." She let the words hang there. A blush made its way through her neck and face.

She felt so vulnerable, revealing such an intimate thought was incredibly difficult. There was no way Namjoon was going to make fun of her, but past experiences still dictated her emotions.

Namjoon wasn't saying anything, though. He was being completely quiet and patient. He knew her well and knew where she was getting at. But it was important for her to say the words out loud, on her own. So, he waited.

Maya forced herself to look back up and continued. "I noticed I don't need any of those things when I sleep next to you. I always get cold at night, but your body keeps me warm. When you hold me, it feels like a weighted blanket." She could have ended it there but she wanted to share everything with him. "Dr. Rob mentioned years ago that my inability to fall asleep might be due to past trauma. Nights at my house were...." The memories would lead Maya to a bad place. She wanted to tell Namjoon about those stories, but not right now. She needed to focus on one subject at a time. "Not so good. I never felt safe falling asleep. It continued throughout my adulthood. Dr. Rob recommended sleep therapy, but because of the pandemic, I never went. So, I continued with my methods. But after a while of us sleeping together, I noticed it. With you, I'm able to relax. There's no danger." Her voice was trembling; her body slightly shaking. She was about to share the key part of my secret. Vulnerable information. "You make me feel safe."

There were so many tears coming down. Despite her clothes, Maya felt naked.

Suddenly, those warm arms that protected her at night were surrounding her. "Thank you for sharing with me."

She snuggled closer, bathing in his heat. She let out a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "My emotions are all over the place with you. My body feels safe with you at night, but my heart kept you away," she said, referring to what caused their breakup about two months ago.

He squeezed her. "Emotions are complicated. Just got to navigate through them."

After a while, she finally pulled away and thanked him. "It was a good day. Long, but good. My mood has been on quite a high. I signed a new contract I'm very satisfied with, we had a nice dinner with our families." She took a step back and ogled at the outfit he had on—just like she had done countless times throughout the day. "You wore my favorite suit. It was a great day."

He smiled at her, seeing the happy tears in her eyes. "It was a perfect day." His hands came to her shoulder and he pulled her closer. "It's good if we just relax for the rest of the night."

She took the lips he offered her and nodded. "I agree."

"How about we get you a bath?" His voice was gentle but his eyes were full of fire as his large hands smoothed down her sides.

Maya was pretty sure what he meant by this. "Will you be joining me in that bath?"

"Only if you want me to," he said with complete sincerity, his hands exploring her back.

"Of course I do. But will it be only a bath we take? Or will there be more?" Maya asked, giving him a coy smile.

He bit his lip in a way that drove her crazy. "Only if you behave."

The words and tone went straight to Maya's pussy, making it quiver.

Namjoon didn't have a daddy kink, and neither did Maya; however, she quickly discovered on their first night together that she did have a good girl kink. He came to swiftly enjoy the kink himself, loving how her body responded to it.

"I've been wanting to give you a bath for so long," he said, bending down so his lips hovered just above her shoulder blade. "You've been so good—I want to reward you."

Maya's pussy clenched and whimpered, turning very wet very quickly.

He noticed her shiver and couldn't help but give a sinister smile. He moved her collar down so his lips could leave butterfly kisses on her skin.

She let out a high gasp. "Namjoon." Her fingers gripped at his jacket.

"Hmmm," he murmured as he explored her exposed neck, his fingers coming to her upper back so he could fiddle with the buttons. She had on a semi-conservative dress, one that she normally never wore but had done so since they had gone out with their parents. While he preferred clothes that showed off her shoulders and curves, she looked damn good in anything she had on. Right now, though, he preferred she was wearing nothing.

"Are you sure?" she made herself ask. She hated to ask but knew she should.

He made his way to her earlobe. "Yes." His tongue tasted her pulse. When he felt her moan, he took her skin in between his teeth and bit a little. "I want to make love to you." His mouth went lower, skimming down her neck.

Another shiver went through her but then she immediately went still.

He pulled away and looked down into her rich, maple eyes. They were a little wide as she processed what he had just said. But then there was a slight look of humor in her eyes and the corner of her lips turned up the tiniest bit. He knew her facial expressions so well. He smiled, knowing how the phrase might have come out. "That came out corny—"

She giggled. "No. I mean, yes it kind of did, but I definitely didn't take it that way at first."

"Then what's so funny?" He asked not helping a chuckle from coming out.

She held back another giggle. "You totally made me swoon," she said as a light blush appeared on her cheeks. "And it was corny. If any other guy would have said that I would have walked right out the door. How the hell do you do that?"

"Do what?" He was pretty sure he knew what she meant, but his ego wanted to hear it.

"You know what." Her blush was coming back.

"I want to hear you say it," he admitted, pulling her back because she was backing away.

She let out a sigh and let him pull her back. "You have this way with words. And so many times the things you say are so simple, but you still manage to make me turn to mush." She stared up at him with an incredulous look. "'Make love'??? No one can make that sound good. Not unless you have Kim Namjoon's deep, timbre voice of course. A voice so goddamn low, it can soak any woman's panties."

It was his turn to blush. "Thanks?"

She smacked him, playfully, still looking a little shy. "We haven't done this in a while. You have to take it easy on me."

He let out a low chuckle as he dipped down, his mouth claiming hers in a soft kiss. "I'll take it nice and slow."

She felt the twelfth shudder at the last minute come over her body.

His lips pecked the tip of her nose. "How about you get ready? Bring the wine glasses with you. I'll start the bath." He didn't give her time to respond. He pulled away, squeezed her ass, and headed to his room.

Maya stood there, frozen for a moment. She smacked her face, snapping herself out of it. Walking into Namjoon's room, she took her luggage and took out her robe and fresh underwear. She didn't bring any sleepwear since Namjoon liked her in his clothes. She poked her head into the hall that lead to the bath, making sure she had full privacy as she undressed and put on her robe. Stuffing her clean underwear into one of the robe pockets, she went back to the kitchen to retrieve the wine glasses.

When she returned to the room, she noticed Namjoon standing over her things. "Where's your bath stuff?"

She handed the wine to him as she took out the items she used when she bathed. Before she could make her way to the bathroom, Namjoon blocked her. He placed the wine on his desk and took the items.

"I'll take care of it. Give me a few minutes," he said and disappeared to the end of the hall.

Maya tried not to laugh at his cuteness. As he prepared the bath, she organized the side of the bed she usually took up when she slept over at Namjoon's. She didn't miss how some of her old items were still there. Despite them having broken up for a month, he had left everything of hers where it was. Her heart fluttered at this.

"Ready babe," came Namjoon's voice.

She turned to the hall and just about let out a loud moan. The Adonis-like man she called her boyfriend was standing in nothing but a pair of boxers, his hands clutched together, covering his flat stomach.

Namjoon didn't have a model-like body but he worked out plenty. He had lost a lot of weight during their breakup, but he had gone back to the gym. His thick, muscled arms and broad chest gave evidence of that. And those thick-ass thighs showed off the fact that he cycled often.

"Stop ogling or your bath is gonna get cold," he chided, his face looking a little shy.

She walked over to him, giving him a flirtatious smile. “Kind of hard not to, handsome.” When she got to him, her hands reached out to his chest and gave both sets of his boobs a squeeze. They were so firm.

"Stop," he said, moving his body away.

She laughed and began to walk towards the bathroom.

He smacked her ass as she passed him. The robe was thin enough that she felt the intensity of it. "Hey!" She covered her ass as she sent him a glare.

"You don't like it, do you?"

"I didn't smack you. Plus, you grabbed my ass earlier."

The couple came to the bathtub and Maya just about came down to her knees. This man had lit several candles, added bubbles to the bath, and there was some soft music playing from the speaker on the sink.

Namjoon came behind her, his arms wrapping around her middle. He brought his lips next to her ear. "I'm the one who does the smacking in this relationship," he let out in a low whisper.

This time, Maya almost did come to her knees. She held tight to his forearms. "Damn you," she hissed at him when he caught her and let out a laugh.

"Let's get you inside, baby. It's full of your favorite bath salts," he explained and moved them closer to the tub. His fingers came to her belt and started to undo it.

She leaned back into his big, tall frame, loving how sturdy he felt.

His fingers came up to her neck. He began to push down the only piece of cloth that was covering her. As he pulled it down her shoulders, his lips traced her exposed skin. He was teasing her by how long he took to take off a simple robe off her. That was definitely what she thought he was doing, but in reality, Namjoon wanted to take his time. He wanted to marvel and soak in little bits of the beauty that was Maya. He hadn't seen her naked in months and he wanted to ease into it. That was the whole reason for the bath—to ease into each other again.

When her robe finally fell to their feet, Namjoon's eyes roamed over her gorgeous bust. Nipples so pretty and pointy, clearly aroused. Clearly inviting. His fingers moved forward, tracing patterns on the sides of her heavy breasts. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in them. But he kept himself controlled. He had all night.

"Inside you go," he said to her, his hand coming to her lower back and giving her a slight push.

Maya shook her head, trying to make herself alert. She was about to take a step into the tub but felt Namjoon's hand take hold of hers. The hand he had on her waist steadied her. She understood what he was doing. Using him as support, Maya got into the tub, loving the way how hot the water felt. She was a fan of hot showers and baths; Namjoon of course knew this. He didn't enjoy the hot showers but had mentioned in the past that hot baths he could tolerate since they felt like a jacuzzi.

She let out a satisfying moan in the water as she felt Namjoon stepping in. She opened her eyes, internally cursing at herself. She was about to miss his naked glory!

However, she was quickly disappointed. "You're not taking them off?" she pouted as her eyes became level with his boxers instead of his naked cock.

Holding onto both ends of the tub, Namjoon let out a smile. "Not yet."

He almost laughed at her huff but held back. It would only irritate her. And he wanted her to fully enjoy this.

"No fair you get to see me naked—that's sexist."

He rolled his eyes and took the cup he had set aside. "I can't see anything at the moment, now can I?" he asked as he motioned to the bubbles. "Head back, please."

Another huff came out of her but she complied. She rested her head on his chest as he wet her hair, making sure he didn't get her face.

"I should have taken off my makeup," she said, helping him keep the water off her face.

"Your facial products are there. How about you handle your face and I handle your hair?" he suggested as he motioned to a spot that contained her cleaning products.

She did as he suggested. Namjoon focused on her hair as she used wipes to clean her face. She could do a full facial cleaning in the morning. She wanted to enjoy the pampering.

Namjoon was good with his fingers as he worked the product into her scalp.

"That feels amazing," she moaned as she fell into his chest.

"Good," he whispered. He took the cup again to rinse her hair, his fingers still massaging her. Once satisfied with his work, he took her bar soap and washcloth.

Maya's eyes were fully closed and lost to her surroundings, which was why her body jerked at the feel of Namjoon's hands taking hold of her breasts. She looked down and quickly noticed what he was doing. "Warn a girl next time."

He let out a low chuckle. "Just relax, girl. I got you." One of his hands contained the washcloth and was cleaning one of her breasts, while his other hand simply held onto its twin. He was gentle, once again, ensuring he took his time cleaning every inch of her. He took both of her nipples in his fingers and rolled them softly.

Maya twisted on top of him, rubbing against his groin. Her hands went behind her and she took him into her hands.

He pulled away. "It's not about me tonight, babe. Tonight's all about you," he said, his hand squeezing a breast and his fingers giving her nipple a light pinch. "Just enjoy it."

"I want you to enjoy it, too," she said, feeling her skin melting into his.

"I am." He placed light kisses on her neck. "Really."

She turned her face to look up at his. "You're not just saying that?"

He gave her a small smile. "When it comes to loving you, I'll always be fully honest with you. Promise." He pressed his nose against hers.

Her hand went to capture his neck, pulling him back to her so she could kiss him. "When you say things like that I don't feel I deserve you. You're too good."

He pushed her back so they could look into each other's eyes. "You deserve the world."

A single tear came down as stared up at him. "You are my world." She reached up to his lips once again.

The kiss was slow and steady at first. His tongue grazed her bottom lip. She let out a moan and opened her mouth, allowing him more access to her. His tongue danced with hers for a while, both of their arousals heating up. His hands went down her stomach, rubbing and cleaning her sides with slow tenderness. He got to her thighs and went at a turtle's pace, fingers moving an inch at a time. His fingers gradually made their way toward her middle.

She sucked in a breath of air once his fingers reached her center. He hadn't touched her clit or lips yet, but the fact that he was closer than before drove her wild. "Namjoon."

"Tell me," he whispered into her ear, his fingers tracing small patterns just millimeters from her clit. His fingers pressed a little harder, loving how her moan turned deeper.

"I need your fingers," she breathed out, her ass grinding onto his cock. "On my pussy."

"That's a good girl, using your words," he said as his fingers moved to where she wanted.

Her fingers dug into his thighs as she felt his fingertips finally touch her throbbing clit.

His lips came to her neck, nipping and biting her slightly. He took in her moans and increased his speed, feeling her clit pulse and grow hot. The moment her breath pitched and her back arched, he slowed down. He took her button in between two fingers and lightly pinched it.

A small sob came out of her lips when he continued to go at a snail's pace. The buildup within her was getting restless. She needed release. "Baby, pleeeease."

Her sounds made his dick hard. "What?" he asked innocently as if he wasn't aware of the chaos he was stirring inside her. "My fingers are on your pussy."

She dug her nails into his upper thighs, making him inhale sharply. "Inside me."

"All you had to do was ask," he said then his fingers further down. Once they reached her opening, he felt her relax a little.

He pressed his middle finger into her inner lips, moving it up and down, exciting her. His pace was steady and firm. After a few strokes, he then moved into her opening. Then, ever so gently, his fingertip went inside of her.

They let out a moan in unison, each loving the feeling for different reasons.

Namjoon could feel Maya's walls pulse around his finger as they swallowed it in. Maya's restlessness tamed at his touch.

His finger moved in and out of her, loving the way it made her ass rub harder against him. He was sure if she kept it up, he was going to cum in his boxers. However, he pressed down his orgasm and focused on bringing her to full satisfaction. She had taken enough teasing from him. She deserved a bit of release.

Using another finger, he inserted it inside her and picked up the pace. He went a little harder on her, knowing how quickly she came undone when he did so.

Having two fingers stimulating her caused Maya's toes to curl. Her climax was just a breath away. She could feel it. She could taste it.

Namjoon's strokes became a little rougher and harder. His other fingers pressed onto her clit and rubbed at a fast and hard pace.

Maya's legs began to quiver at his touch. "So close."

His fingers curled in, grazing at a special spot inside her. His fingers went further in, the tips pressing against that spongy sack. "Come on, baby. Be a good girl. Cum for me."

Her entire body jerked and exploded above his as she finally reached her climax. Her heart raced; her skin caught on fire. God, she almost forgot how good this felt.

While her toys and her fingers had kept her satisfied the last couple of months, nothing compared to when Namjoon brought her to fruition. When she self-pleasured herself, it was all about physical hunger and an itch she needed to scratch. With Namjoon...it was always more than that. It was always physical, of course, but the emotional element she brought out of her added an extra layer of bliss.

It took a couple of minutes for Maya's body to calm down and for her breaths to become steady. All the while, Namjoon's hands caressed her, helping bring her down to earth.

Once settled, she cuddled against him, rubbing her head to his neck.

"Have you come back to me?" he asked, his hand making circles on her stomach.

She gave a simple nod. "I think it's time for us to get to bed." She turned her neck and pecked his chest.

"Yeah?"

Another nod.

He pressed her back a little, signaling her to move forward.

She obeyed with a pout. He made his way out of the tub and she was quick to notice the tent on his boxers. She really needed to fix that once they got to bed.

He dried himself quickly and then offered her his hand. Taking it, she got to her feet and held onto both his hands as she climbed out. She didn't miss how he stared at her naked frame for a good, long moment before he wrapped a towel around her soaking skin.

Taking his time, he dried her hair, his eyes mostly on her tits and pussy than where he was drying. She didn't mind. Her eyes were feeding on his own titties and arms. He had wrapped the towel around his damn middle so she couldn't drool over his tent.

After drying her skin, he took her robe off the floor and tied it around her.

She turned to the side and noticed the wine. "We forgot about that."

He took the glasses and offered her one. "One last sip, so they don't go completely to waste."

"It lost its fizzle," she argued.

"Just one sip," he urged.

She rolled her eyes. Of course, he wouldn't want to waste an expensive product. She gave in and took a good, long sip. She knew if she didn't, he would only have her drink more.

He took one more sip himself, making a face as he gulped.

Maya laughed. "Told you."

He set the glasses back down. "I'll clean all this up tomorrow. Promise."

Maya knew he said it because he knew she had a bit of a cleaning problem. It's not like she had OCD, but messiness did bother her a little.

He offered her his arm to take. She did so and forgot about the mess they were walking out of. Together they made their way down the hall and to his bed.

Once they arrived at the foot of the bed, Maya turned towards Namjoon and tugged at the towel around his waist. "Your turn," she said with a coy smile.

He smiled back at her but took her hands in his. "Maybe another night. I told you; tonight is all about you. I meant it."

"But I like giving you attention. If this is about me, then shouldn't you give in to my wants?" She sulked.

He chuckled. "Tonight being about you has nothing to do with giving into your demands. Even if you do look super cute pouting."

Maya narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't call me—"

He shut her up with a heated kiss. His fingers threaded into her hair as he pulled her roughly against his body.

Maya forgot about what she was arguing about. His lips worked magic and made her forget everything else.

His fingers came between them and untied her robe. The cloth was on the floor in under two seconds. All that foreplay in the tub was making him want to be inside her. Soon.

It was only after she was fully naked that she was then allowed to tug at his towel and push down his boxers. She might not be able to go down on him tonight, but she was grateful that she could at least touch his thick member.

Her hands took full advantage, wrapping around him and squeezing him.

The action caused him to pull his lips from hers to let out a hiss.

She took the opportunity to bend her head and look down at his throbbing member.

God, he was fucking gorgeous. He was so thick and hard and had a nice girth. Using her tongue and mouth, she gathered a good amount of spit and aimed. The liquid fell off her mouth and landed at the base of his cock. She heard him let out another hiss once it made contact with his skin. Using her spit as lube, she moved her hands up and down his length, taking pleasure in hearing his sounds.

She took the head of his cock and twisted her wrist during her movements. Her thumb pressed onto his piss slit. Her other hand reached beneath him and took hold of one of his balls.

"Shit," he hissed. He couldn't contain himself anymore. It had been a mistake to let her touch him. Just as he knew her body well, she knew his.

He took hold of her curvy waist and lifted her easily.

A squeak escaped her.

He dropped her down on his bed. She read him well and went further up the bed. Once she was settled at the head and lying on the pillows, Namjoon simply stared at her.

"Shit, baby. You're beautiful," he said as his eyes tried to take in all of her.

Her eyes dropped to his member, standing fully erect and pointing right at her. It looked furious, needing a pussy to settle inside of. Her pussy only got wetter at the anticipation. "You're one to talk." She reached for him. "Come here."

His knees came to the bed and he crawled over to her, his body moving above hers. "I wanted to take this slow. But you're making it difficult."

She bit his lip, loving how he hovered above her. "Sorry."

He shook his head. "Not being a really good girl."

A loud moan came out from her lips.

Using his legs, he maneuvered her, making her spread her legs wide open. "Bad girls get bad treatment, did you know that?" His hand boldly pressed through her lower lips then came down with a light smack.

Maya almost came for the second time right at that moment. "Fuck!" Her hips twisted underneath him; her hands reached up to take hold of his forearms to keep steady.

He did it one more time, loving seeing her come apart.

She dug her fingernails into his skin, letting out a hiss.

He took hold of her thighs and pushed her legs straight up. Using one hand to hold her that way, he took his cock in his other hand and pressed the head of his cock onto her opening. "You on the pill, baby?"

She mewled. "Mmm-hmmm."

Both had a breeding kink. He knew once he put his dick inside her, it was going to be difficult cuming anywhere else other than her pussy.

He stroked his member against her pussy lips a few times, wanting her wetter. He was fairly big and they hadn't been sexually active for so long. He wanted this to be as easy for her as possible, which meant she needed to be as much around as possible.

Placing his cock head on her clit, he used two fingers to stretch her. Her walls welcomed him, squeezing his fingers. He pushed knuckle-deep, easily due to her arousal. He pulled back and came back inside her with a third finger.

"Yeeeesss," she moaned, moving her hips. She didn't have control over her legs since he was still holding them straight up, so it was the only thing she could do.

After several rubs, he pulled his digits out and placed the head of his cock onto her entrance. Her hole easily took him in. He felt her squeeze around him. "Easy, baby."

"Want you in," she moaned.

He pushed in a little further and her cunt suckled everything he gave. "Shit, you feel better than I remember," he let out as he pulled out slowly.

A whimper escaped her top lips. "Want you fully in," she nearly begged as she wiggled her hips. Hated that he had control over her legs. She wanted to wrap them around his waist and push him further in. Bring all of his long inches inside of her.

"We got time, baby. Just enjoy it." With the same slow rhythm, he moved back into her.

He continued at this pace for far too long, tipping her near the edge but not allowing her to fully fall. The slow strokes allowed the lube he needed to go balls-deep but also made the knot in her stomach go insane.

Maya felt insanely stretched. Even though she had been playing with herself lately with a dildo almost as big as Namjoon's cock, nothing could have prepped her for the real thing. There was something about Namjoon's cock that hit every sensitive area in her. It was long enough to pound a sweet spot deep inside, but not long enough that made the experience more uncomfortable than pleasurable. Its girth was thick enough to stretch her in sweet ecstasy, but not too much for it to be considered painful. And that thick vein along the underside of his length rubbed her walls just right. He really had a Goldie Locks kind of cock that complimented her pussy just right.

He popped his dick inside and pulled out almost immediately. Then, ever so slowly, he would press back inside her, only to pull out until just the head was inside her. He waited a few moments and pressed into her in a rough stroke. He pulled back out slowly once again and came back in with the same excruciating pace.

"Goddddd," she whined.

He moved her legs to her side, his cock hitting another sweet spot. "Ready to cum, baby?" His hips pushed forward, hard and rough, igniting a gasp out of her. He smiled.

"Yes," she moaned out. "Please." She reached forward and took ahold of his forearms. She had better control of her hips now, so she twisted them with desperation. "I need you."

He finally quickened his thrusts, loving the feel of her wetness and tightness around him. "You feel so fucking good, baby."

His movements were now causing squishing sounds to come out of their joined organs. She felt a gush of wetness coming out of her at hearing this. "Oh my god."

As he went faster, her boobs began to move. They looked so fucking appetizing. He bent forward and took one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on her nipple.

Reaching out, she scratched at his chest. Her mouth opened to let out another sound, but she found her voice got stuck in her throat. He was hitting a spot that felt so damn good, it was causing her to go voiceless.

Seeing her mouth so wide open, he caught drool coming out of the corner of her mouth. Fuck, that was hot. He pulled his lips from her tit and sat straight up again, taking hold of her thigh and using it as leverage to pump faster into her. He could feel his balls tighten. He was close. But he wanted more time.

He moved her legs again. He spread them wide on either side of him but wrapped his hands on the front of her thighs to keep her from wrapping around him. He used this new angle to grip her and pull her towards him harder.

This new angle allowed him to have a great view of her bouncing breasts and face that was full of ecstasy.

Bucking her hips vigorously, she felt herself getting to the edge. "Almost."

He let go of one of her legs, moving his fingers to her clit. His fingers moved at the same vigorous pace as his hips. "Come on, baby."

Her eyes rolled back as her spine arched against his body. His cock was hitting such a honied area and his fingers were working beautiful magic on her. She was on the very tip, ready to erupt around him. His voice and words duplicated the amount of energy she was about to send out.

He bent at the waist, his rhythm never changed, and whispered ever so deep, "Be my good girl. Give me one more."

Her entire world came apart. Light no longer existed, touch and feel had ceased to exist.

Feeling her walls tighten around him, her body quiver underneath him, and hearing her let out a strong wail was all he needed. He pressed forward one last time and felt himself spill inside her. His body too shook from the intensity.

She let out a moan at the feel of his seed. Her arms wrapped around him, inviting his full weight on her.

He stayed like that, on top of her, forgetting how much he weighed. She just felt so nice underneath him. Her softness felt like a pillow.

It took a couple of minutes for him to realize he was probably crushing her. He immediately pushed off. "Sorry, babe."

She let out a small whine. "Mmm. You felt nice." A shiver came over her body at being separated from his warmth.

He noticed her coldness and pulled her to his chest, warming her.

She let out a sigh and snuggled. "So that's what making love is?" she asked, a little chuckle coming out.

He smiled at her teasing and kissed her forehead. "Did you enjoy it?"

She nodded. After several moments of silence, she spoke again. "You won't put on the ondol tonight?" There was a hint of concern in her tone.

"Well, it is winter. If I leave it off, we'll freeze to death," he teased. "But I'll keep it low. I promise."

Her next words were just above a whisper. He was certain she was falling asleep. "I just don't want it to be too warm. If I'm too warm, my body won't need you to keep warm. And I want to need you."

Other than when she told him she loved him, no other words she had said had moved him like this. He bent down and took her mouth into his.

Even as she was half asleep, she still felt the passion. They'd had plenty of intense, hot kisses. But this one reminded her of that first one they shared when they got back together. It was beyond passion. Beyond longing. It was full of love.

He pulled away slowly. "I want you to need me, too."

She smiled at him, her eyes heavy and closing.

He kissed her shut eyelids, marveling at her beauty. "Mai?"

"Mmmmm," she barely let out.

"I love you," he said with his full heart.

"I love you," she breathed out, her voice full of contentment. He swore that if she was a cat, she'd be purring.

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NOTE: Unsure when Chapter 2 will be posted. I'm still mapping out the story and I tend to prefer writing a big chunk of a story before I start posting it, so it might take a while. 

[ant1quarian]

MafiaDust falling for a Jack of all trades?

Yes

She's a gardener, she's a waitress, she's whatever job there is she'll do because she's always on her feet, she's independent and won't take gifts as she has an honest trust issue regarding owing people (Ex childhood friend tried to force onto her saying she owed something to him, but he gave it as a gift to her ect)

She's not totally scared of dust but she isn't disrespectful either she'll go by make small chat because she knows he doesn't like talking always knows what he wants and needs but she doesn't believe he wants to take her out this girl is something else.

Getting Soot to fall for you is definitely one hard task. But once he's there, he's there.

Mafiadust is named Soot, by the way :]

Soot is interested about her. He wants to know what's up- why she is like she is, but won't push her. He finds her skills and abilities in so many different places intriguing- reminds him of himself when he was back underground. Back when everything was normal.

Despite how much she denies his gifts, he's going to continue to try. It's not always expensive things; sometimes it's literally just a nice rock, or a pretty feather he found.

Not being afraid or extremely intimidated by him is something very rare- so it's like a breath of fresh air. He enjoys hanging around her- not always obviously, but he's there. Usually just in her peripherals or just chilling around her cafe if she owns one.

He admires her independence, too, but both of them need to learn to rely on others.

She may not believe he wants to take her out, which means that he's going to devolve into staring right into her eyes as he hands her a red rose and says: "for fucks sake, i want you, alright? just say no or yes to a date."

Will definitely hammer home his point by clarifying, "this is a romantic gesture, dumbass."

Soot is silly :]

[510amy5]

Chapter 22

She tried to shove him into the canal. He was unmoved. But he did buy her an ice cream before lunch.

Caroline's date seems to be going well.

Rosamund announces the date her her and Leo's wedding ball which is exciting. Just one problem....he doesn't know how to dance. Of course she teaches him though it does require her to disarm for his sake.

‘How many knives must I try not to dislodge?’ She considered this, looking slightly abashed, and stepped back to the table, where she withdrew from her garments . . . a half-dozen blades?

This is fantastic. You do what you gotta do girl, make sure you are prepared to fight a dozen bandits single handed.

The scene that continues here is fantastic. We finally get a full blast of that sexual tension. There is dancing, flirtatious hand kissing and moving intentionally into each other's space.

This particular dance has a lift involved. Not only do I love a good lift as a dancer, but they really do force an intimacy between people. Not necessarily romantic, but you are in each other's personal space, you are touching each other, you are trusting each other. Its hard not to feel a connection that way. I ended up quite good friends with my lift partners even though we had little in common outside dance class. You just can't help but feel close to someone you are working with like that. And when there is already a romantic spark (or one person is head over heels in love and the other one is in love but is just only now realizing it), well its hard to have something NOT happen at that point.

‘On three then,’ Rosamund said briskly. ‘One, two, three!’ Leo braced himself and lifted his wife into the air (...) both his hands slid up into her armpits, but he didn’t stumble while turning in place and lowered her safely to the ground.

‘Not a bad beginning, Viscount Collins, but you’re too far away.’ She stepped in closer. ‘There we are, that’s better.’

Yessssss

But getting to touch her himself was intoxicating, and it was made worse, or perhaps better, by how happy she seemed to be about it.

Oh Leo, I know you're worried about whether its just the dancing but trust me from an outside perspective when I say she is practically inviting you in for more. Don't worry so much, even if you are about to make a mistake.

His grip slipped halfway into the turn. Rosamund, caught off-balance, squeaked in surprise as they both tumbled to the floor, Leo desperately trying to hold her up. She landed on his chest, his hands still around her waist.

Ahhh the moment I was waiting for! I love the call back to when Rosamundwoke Leo up earlier and he pinned her under him. There are several differences here that make it much more acceptable though. 1) everyone was aware of the situation. It may have been a surprise, but being awake and doing an activity that could feasibly end this way makes it much less borderline. 2) she is laying on him, not the other way around. Now I know at first glance this may feel like her consent matter and his doesn't, but I'd like to point out the difference between them in size and strength. It is much easier for him to get out from under her fall than it is for her to get out from under his pin. 3) their relationship is in an entirely different place as friends at the very least rather than distrusted strangers. Rosamund still gets her scene but this time its hot instead of weird!!

(Dancer's note here: good job Leo! If you can't catch her then your job is to make sure she doesn't get hurt while falling, even if that means cushioning her fall yourself. You did great!)

What happens next leaves no doubt that Rosamund is happy where she is...

‘Are you all right?’ ‘Quite comfortable, thank you.’ His wife was very definitely lying on top of him — and grinning. Leo swallowed.

And of course we make our way through till its ends as we are all DESPERATELY HOPING.

‘Leo?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘You’re lying on a wooden floor with a full-grown woman on top of you.’ He couldn’t deny it. ‘I fear you must be very uncomfortable.’ ‘Do you think we should swap places?’ he said innocently. Rosamund burst out laughing. ‘Perhaps a change of location might work better?’

Beautiful. Perfection. They fade to black and I am over the moon for them.

[foreverautumn89]

And for the past two years they've been treating Murray like a pervert too

@rainingongallifrey

Exactly completely agree with you and I need to elaborate on this one. You know I love Steve, but what I can't stand is the anti-Jonathan st fans and their attacks on everyone else in Steve's name. All to 'defend Steve' when Steve doesn't even agree with them and it shows.

The way they talk and act about it you'd think that murray was showing Nancy how to peg Jonathan or something that night.

When really all Murray did was basically said 'knock off your foolishness. Don't hold yourself back from what you really want' [which was getting together with each other] just cause you're hung up on fitting in and living up to society expectations// and you are hung up on your abuse and dont want to trust ppl and let them in'.'

Thats what murray did. but thats a crime somehow and they completely spun it to fit their narrative.

They also said its an issue that j and nancy got together when they had been drinking yet it was ok when steve and nancy had sex because they were drinking?

so once again jonathan and murray are painted as the villains

Murray didn't even tell them to have sex and they act like he did. he said stop denying your feelings for each other and just admit it already. somehow the fans re-shaped that into him being a pervert.

i like how they turned the truth [Murray telling Nancy and Jonathan to knock off their foolishness and stop denying their feelings for each other and stop pushing each other away] INTO this: Murray is a gross old man getting under age kids drunk and forcing them to sleep together

and the murray talking to them in the morning scene : Reality: Murray [who became a journalist that tries to un-covers conspiracies and gets called crazy everyone acting like hes delusional all the time]] figured out what they did and why they were acting so weird and he was saying ''haha see I'm right about stuff. I'm not fooled. I'm not crazy. The truth can't get past me. I know whats really going on.'' What they turned it into: murray is a perverted old man that was turned on by Jancy sex.

Its like wtf. Where do they get this insane far fetched conclusions from? And its not just once. They do stuff like this ALL THE TIME!!!

And they seem to conveniently forget that it was STEVE HARRINGTON himself who got Nancy and Jonathan together. Yeah Murray encouraged them to admit their feelings for one another, but it was Steve who got them together. Steve who told Nancy to 'go with Jonathan' and when Nancy said No I can't leave Mike, Steve wasn't having any of it and convinced her to go with Jonathan so someone would be there for Jonathan during this hard time [with Will being possessed and all and he could have died when J just got his brother back. It was Steve who put Nancy and Jonathan together really. But they don't follow Steve's lead and be ok with that, instead they act like Murray, Nancy, and Jonathan all set out to wrong Steve.

And in fact they still say that too: Jonathan is Mr Steal your girl hahaha [No Jonathan didn't steal or even attempt to steal Nancy from Steve. That was Steve's S1 insane assumption. Then in S2 Nancy and Steve were broken up. In fact, Jonathan even stood up for Steve to Nancy to keep them together in S2.

And its not ok for Nancy and J to have slept together that night because x y z but it was ok for steve and nance to have sex when steve kept pressuring her about it and she did it just because she wanted to please him. But Murray says stop denying your feelings ONCE and somehow thats Murray ''pressuring her into doing it''.

They keep ranting about Jancys first time being wrong and problematic yet---Steve and Nancy weren't together/dating and had 'only made out a few times' as Nancy said to barb and Nancy rushed into sleeping with him even though they weren't a couple/were not together. But her rushing into sleeping with Steve isn't problematic to them, but sleeping with Jonathan who shes known and liked for years is problematic. Nancy wasn't Steves girlfriend. she was his latest pocket to stick it in-but that's totally wholesome to them, but nancy and jonathan stop denying their feelings after like 10 years or whatever-that's ''wrong and they weren't thinking clearly and let murray force them into it apparently because of the drinking'' ext ext. they didn't have any feelings for each other before then or anything right?

It's just insane. It's just absolutely insane how they turn **every single character** into a villain in order to paint Steve as a victim. Even Murray whos never really talked to Steve interacted with him or set out to wrong him. He just told Nancy to be true to herself and what she wanted. But hes been turned into someone who went out of his way to destroy Steve's life. It's ridiculous.

[eddie]

⛧˖ ─── AFTER WATCHING TO ENSURE THAT Chrissy had made it safely through the door of the restroom, Eddie unfolded the shirt that he was holding in his hands, spreading it open in front of him to behold the design once more. This time, it wasn’t the scheme of the garment that captivated him though. It was nice, of course; the manicured hand of a woman with a gear shift in her grip ( a clever and probably not-so-subtle gesture ), but it was hard to fully appreciate it when he was so focused on the personal sentiment that the article itself held. IT MATCHED WITH CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM’S. The design could have been something significantly less cool and he still would have treasured it.

            Slipping it on overtop of the tank top that he was already wearing, the metalhead then pulled his leather jacket back on and lit up a cigarette. As he’d glanced down at the new addition to his wardrobe though, he found himself having to roll his eyes. JESUS H. CHRIST. It was beginning to seem as though no amount of rationalizing with his own lovesick ass was going to save him from losing touch with reality. Once again, he had to remind himself that this WASN’T. A. DATE. Regardless of how much fun they were having together, she was still with Jason fucking Carver, and he, himself, still wasn’t worthy of her.

            And then the very cause of all of his grief (and the reason for all of his smiles) came bouncing out from around the corner of the bathroom with her pretty blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and her hand up in the air … and HIS NEWFOUND RESOLVE INSTANTLY CRUMBLED. He’d noticed the little polished thumb that was sticking out where it shouldn’t be, but it hadn’t taken the cheerleader long to remember that ‘ the devil only had two horns ’ and tuck it away. With the nervous and adorable ' ROCK ON ' that she'd so timidly squeaked out, he wasn't sure that he would have been able to correct her anyways.

            The smile on the metalhead’s face grew alongside the swell of affection in his chest as the strawberry blonde drew closer, allowing him to take in the sight of her metal attire for the first time.

            ❝ … Shit! ❞ Eddie gasped in exuberant surprise, immediately throwing himself into an internal battle against the sudden urges he had to act like a complete fool. ❝ Be still, my beating heart! ❞ A playful exclamation, albeit an entirely literal one. The metalhead was unable to hide the grin that suddenly split through his expression and forced the dimples in his cheeks to surface, a palm settling briefly over his own chest. He stepped towards her, meeting her halfway before he’d taken the hand that she had up in the air into his own hold, prompting her into the gentle motion of a twirl. It may not have been her traditional style, but there was no denying that a girl like her could make just about anything look good. THE PERKS OF BEING SO PRETTY.

            ❝ It, uh— ❞ Eddie tried to tighten the smile on his face while his thumb fidgeted with the butt of his cigarette, but it was to no avail. ❝—It looks good on you, Chris. Kinda knew it would though. ❞ He selfishly took another brief moment to admire her before he’d let go of her hand, and in a matter of seconds, it was as though the previous conversation that he’d had with himself NEVER EVEN HAPPENED. ❝ And with that, I do believe… you are officially ready for your big metal debut. ❞ The smile on his face began to twist with a changing expression, one of his eyebrows slowly arching upwards with the hint of the impishness that was so characteristic of him. ❝ What do you say, Miss Cunningham? Are you ready to ascend and meet thy METAL GODS? ❞ In classic EDDIE MUNSON fashion, the amplification of his voice began to grow in volume and flair. ❝ Are you ready to lose your mind? Are you ready to bang. YOUR. FUCKING. HEAD? ❞ His floppy mane swayed with each word as he thrashed his head in tandem, ceasing only after the verbalization of the last word to prompt her to take his arm.

            Unlike the strange looks that his behavior would garner in places like the Hawkins High cafeteria, such a display of RAMBUNCTIOUS ENERGY in a place like this only collected the riled-up cheers of passers-by in the shifting crowd. With his undivided attention on Chrissy, however, the recognition that he was accumulating from his metalhead kin was hardly even being registered.

♡ ┈┈ ꔫ ┈┈ ♛ →  EVEN AS THE ITEM WAS handed to her and the purchase was finalized , Chrissy's gaze never left the price, forcing herself to memorize every last detail ; he would be repaid for this kindness, even if he found it under his car seat or in his dashboard or under his mattress -- somehow... Of this, Chrissy was certain she could accomplish! It's almost intoxicating being around Eddie when it came to disobeying ; all her life she'd been taught to be this obedient little doll, but now? She was at a metal concert with the school freak and was about to pay him back for the shirt he'd just bought her as a gift!

       As he handed the fabric to her, she leaned in and gave it a tiny sniff, glossed lips pulled back into delicate smile. This scent was different than the ones she was used to. It smelled...dank like it was left in the sunlight and the scent of dew was buried into its fabric, unlike the ones inside the stores that her mother forced her into ; she could only hope he wouldn't judge her for this.

       ❝ I love it!, Eddie! ❞ She managed as they wandered toward the bathrooms, sneakers already knowing they'd require a good wash when she left from here, but, for once, a little dirt didn't bother her ; for once, she felt..safe, happy, not thinking about the devil that haunted her nightmares. It was enough. Whatever they did today, was enough for her to finally breathe, and, thankfully, the music would be loud enough to ward off the creature -- much like Halloween costumes used to ward off bad spirits in the older days. With Eddie, she could be safe, she could share this, she didn't feel so ostracized or lonely...

       Pulling the shirt close to her chest, she'd sheepishly nod her head as she'd scamper inside the dirty-looking restrooms, the women's seeming to have less visitors than the men's for once, a relief to her as she took the time to pull closed the stall door and lock it. Shaky breath, her movements starting to slow as she began to undress, remembering --

       CHRISSY, OPEN THE DOOR!

       The haunted screams of her mother -- no, whatever it was -- from that day. The bangs that sounded off the walls, horrifying, telling her that she was fat and ugly and a pig. Eyelids fluttered halfway as feet instinctively moved to the back of the stall and her voice began, trembling, to hum as her jacket is thrown over the door as new shirt was placed over her old one, fitting with enough room to keep it from being snug on her. What a relief...

       Breaths pulled inward, she reached for her jacket -- 1, 2, 3, 4 -- and pulling it around her waist, tying it once then twice, tightly to ensure it wouldn't fall off during the concert (perfect). One more time doe eyes check beneath the stall door, ensuring there weren't any grotesque feet awaiting her...

       The door creaked open, head peering out, giving the bathroom a suspicious once over, the other women in there, their big puffy hairdos, giving her a returned stare. Strawberry blonde locks fell over her shoulder as she managed across the room to the sink, staring at herself in this new outfit ; she looked...metal.

       Cherry pink lip gloss is reapplied in the mirror, a giggle leaving her, the mental strain of the stall claustrophobia fell further behind in memory. This would prelude her excusing herself from the restroom as she ducked around the other ladies, who were definitely more metal than her, and stepping outside to meet back up with Eddie. Raising up her arm, she'd give him a salute, her index finger, pinky, and thumb all up -- eyes widen then the thumb is pulled inward in an instant. ❝ R...Rock on! ❞

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ →  @eddie continued for beta editor ; n ;

[abusivelittlebunny]

Well I watched Beach Rats (2017)....

[earlgreydream]

mahogany.

| draco x reader | smut |

anon requested. Professor draco ❤️ y/n were in his room just chilling draco reading and y/n getting bored and h-word 🙄 she started to seduce him but he wont give in saying not now blablabla when y/n literally throwing herself to him and he rejects her lol and when y/n touching herself moaning beside him being a brat thats where draco takes control and fucking her like theres no tomorrow

cw: overstim, ‘professor’, masturbation

a/n: I combined these concepts and changed a bit but I hope you love ❤️

“Draco, can’t you take a break? I’ve been waiting all day,” you asked sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you stood behind him.

“I’ve got to grade these papers, darling.” Draco spoke, kissing your hand before his focus drifted back to the papers. Yours had already been graded, a nearly perfect score with only tiny corrections in the margins.

.

You’d been secretly dating your potions professor for almost a year. Draco Lucius Malfoy was the youngest, hottest, and smartest professor at Hogwarts, and you’d become instantly enamored with him. All the girls whispered about the young slytherin prince who had returned to teach the class he excelled at.

Your love was scandalous and fiery, and full of love and adoration. Draco was a bit older, and the role of a caring dominant suited him well, guiding you and teaching you. You adored him, and wanted to do everything to make him happy. Typically, you were a well behaved girlfriend, but today he wasn’t so lucky.

You were needy, horny, and you desperately wanted to be fucked. Draco had been overly busy with grading exams and papers, leaving you with less attention.

.

You sat on his desk beside where he worked, absentmindedly undoing the buttons on your uniform top. Draco ignored you, his eyes trailing along lines of script about potion ingredients. His glasses rested delicately on the bridge of his slender nose, the sleeves of his sweater pushed up to his elbows as the room warmed.

You reached out and dragged your fingers through his silky white hair, freeing it from the messy bun it had been tied back in.

“Not now, I’ve got to grade,” Draco hummed, squeezing your thigh.

You tossed your shirt on the floor, knowing once he was giving you any ounce of attention, you’d get scolded for. When he didn’t look up, you dropped your bra with it, desperate to get his attention.

“Professor Malfoy?” You whined, gently grasping his jaw and tilting his head up to look at you.

Draco immediately dropped his pen, utterly astounded by the sight of you. You were perched on the desk, wearing just your short little uniform skirt that had ridden up around your waist, and thigh high socks. Your tits were out, on full display for him. Your distraction was working, but your bratty attitude compelled him to deny you a bit longer.

“I just want you to touch me, please,” your sweet voice was lilted with need, and Draco shifted in his chair as his trousers grew tight.

“I know you do, pretty girl, but I’m not finished working.”

“But Professor Malfoy, m’not wearing any panties,” you said softly, flipping up your skirt and showing him your bare skin that was glistening with desire.

He stared at you for a moment, letting his eyes travel along your body and land on your puffy little pussy, that was throbbing from how badly you wanted him. He glanced back up at your eyes before turning back to the papers, wishing more than ever he didn’t have to work.

You were horrified that Draco left you untouched, picking his pen back up and resuming his work. He had to bite back the smirk, amused by your annoyed gasp.

You gave up on him then, deciding to take care of yourself. You stayed beside him, parting your legs and leaving your skirt flipped up. You set one socked foot on his thigh for leverage and slowly started to dip your fingers into your folds. Your touch moved delicately over your skin, drawing tight circles on your clit until you were dripping onto Draco’s desk.

Soft whines were strained in your throat, and Draco swallowed his own moan. He forced himself not to watch you, but the sound of your fingers gliding in and out of your pussy tore all of his attention from his work.

A smirk tugged at your lips as you watched him drop his pen and slide the stack of papers into a drawer, clearing his desktop.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he tugged his sweater off. Your own fingers didn’t come close to reaching the tender places that his could, and you were desperate for him.

Draco sat back in his chair, palming himself through tight black boxers as he watched you finger yourself, your thighs jolting when you brushed your spongey walls.

“Draco, please help me,” you begged, sliding your fingers out when he stared at you.

“I will be glad to help you after you make yourself come.”

“No, I want you.”

“Don’t be bad now, darling. Let me watch you play with that pretty little pussy.”

Draco feigned a sympathetic smile at your whimpers, pulling your legs open farther to inspect your movements. You felt surveyed, like Draco was inspecting your performance.

You pouted at Draco, and he tiled his head to the side. You tried reaching for his hand, and he pushed his chair back a bit more. He was amused by your needy drama, but he was nearing to the end of his patience.

“If you don’t make yourself come in the next five minutes, you don’t get to come at all for the next week, darling.”

You flashed a hurt look, but his gaze was stern, eyes dark with lust. When you hesitated to move, Draco glanced down at his watch, silently daring you to test him.

Your fingers moved down to your clit, trying to get off for your boyfriend. You tensed as the pressure built, and you fell back on your elbows. Draco watched your tits bounce as you drew ragged breaths in your chest, overwhelmed from the pleasure reverberating through you.

“That’s my girl,” Draco praised you, moving in and lightly kissing your swollen clit. You jumped at the contact, startled by the stimulation.

“Darling, you’ve made such a mess on my desk,” he scolded with a smile, watching you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

He gently pushed you to lay back against the wooden desktop, hard and cold under your mostly nude body. You grinned as he undressed, parting your legs and putting your feet on the desk.

Draco dragged your hips to the edge, immediately pushing into your slick pussy. Your overstimulated cry encouraged Draco, who held your hips down as he railed you.

Draco went as rough and fast as he could, fucking you into delirious ecstasy. Your professor satiated your every desire, fucking you braindead on his desk.

“Going to let me come inside this tight little cunt, darling?” Draco asked, his hand pinning your wrists above your head.

“Yes, professor,” you murmured, playing into the taboo of your relationship.

Your walls fluttered around Draco, closing down on him tightly as he forced you to orgasm for the second time, his touch pure electricity on your clit.

He mouthed wet kisses along your breasts, feeling your breath shudder and your back arch off of the mahogany.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” Draco hissed into your soft skin, throbbing inside of you.

Draco’s loud moan echoed in your ears and the sharpness of his teeth against your skin made you shudder. Hot white ribbons were painting your walls, thick and warm. He pulled you up against his chest, holding you close as he filled you with his spend.

“Draco, oh my god,” you gasped, dragging your fingers through his fine hair.

“I want you to feel me dripping out of you for hours,” he growled into your shoulder, leaving another mark on the skin there.

You were feeble in his arms, overstimulated and worn out. His lips pressed kisses to your face, and he got the two of you into a generous hot bath.

Loving hands washed the day from your body, attentive to everywhere you were sensitive. Draco whispered to you and kissed your lips, being extra gentle.

“I won’t be so busy this weekend. We can have a night in, no papers to grade, all my attention on you,” Draco suggested.

“Yes please.”

“Maybe I can make you work for an A then,” he teased, brushing his nose against yours and making you giggle.

[merakiaes]

WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT BUCKY AND SARAH

TFATWS EP.5 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!

Do you know what I love the most about Bucky and Sarah’s interactions in the latest episode?

The fact that we got to see Bucky as Bucky, for the first time in a long time. 

After having gone through literal hell, he’s become reserved, suspicious, and uncertain. He’s hesitant and just generally unwilling and uninterested in creating new bonds, partly because of his trust issues and the inevitable fear of being stabbed in the back, abandoned and betrayed, but also because of his deep self-hatred. 

He has developed somewhat of a habit of not purposely putting himself in other people’s lives more than absolutely necessary, because he doesn’t want them to have him in their lives. He feels like people are better off without all the baggage that he comes with; without the trauma, without his dark past and horrible deeds. 

And then Sarah walks in. He takes one look at her, and it’s like time just stops and rewinds 80 years.

He suddenly takes the first step to start a conversation, to introduce himself, and obviously goes out of his way to appear charming in a similar way to when he first tried introducing himself to Peggy Carter. 

He pulled out the old lopsided, boyish grin, the smooth voice, the sparkling eyes that just say: “I’m into you”, and rather than trying to cover it up and be subtle about it, he made it painfully obvious what he was doing, letting his eyes take their sweet time in openly checking her out with full intent of letting her know what he thought of her. No shame, but on the contrary, with pride. 

Suddenly he’s flirty. Confident. Open. Initiative. Curious. Interested; something he hasn’t been since before his Winter Soldier days; not even with Leah with whom he was still very withdrawn and, in my opinion, appeared very unwilling to even consider bonding and opening up to.

And now we suddenly get to see him as the go-getter he used to be before Hydra. Before all that super soldier and brainwashing shit. We get to see him as the first person to start a conversation, rather than just speaking when spoken to; again, like we saw on his date with Leah - he didn’t go out of his way, whatsoever, to show her that he was actually interested.

But with Sarah: he shows no doubt, no fear, no uncertainty. Just genuine interest and intrigue. He sees something he likes, something he wants, and actually makes the move to go after it. No self-doubt, no self-hatred, no internal “I’m a monster and shouldn’t initiate any new relations with people who deserve better”-thoughts. 

Just....: “I’m Bucky” , with that overly-cocky, shit-eating, playboy-ish grin that we all know and love from back in his golden days.

She answers him with her own name, and he repeats it, looks down, and has to bite his fucking lip to contain his smile, and totally fails in doing so when his entire face breaks into a grin as he walks away with Sam. 

It’s genuine. Happy. It comes naturally and doesn’t have to be forced like most of his persona and relations are nowadays.

Even if only for the moment, his guilt-ridden conscience and shame disappears, and for the first time in a long time, it just comes naturally for him to put himself out there. Because that’s him. In this moment, he’s able to be himself without reading into it, without over-thinking it. It just happens. 

And even after all this time, this man still has fucking game, leaving her blushing, fiddling with her hands and looking down at her feet while smiling like a fucking school girl. 

To wrap it up, all of my points are just proven even further by the fact that Sam noticed, and specifically forbade Bucky from moving in on his sister. That only shows even further how genuine, real and natural his reaction to seeing and meeting Sarah for the first time was and it’s fucking incredible.

Like, this? You see this, right here? The way he looks her up and down, smiles, clearly likes what he sees and makes absolutely NO attempt in denying his attraction to himself, nor hiding it from his surroundings? The way he looks down, almost shyly, and then can’t stop smiling as he walks away?

This is Bucky. This is Bucky fucking Barnes. The real Bucky Barnes, who was buried so long ago. The flirty, charming, go-getting ladies man. 

And who was it that unburied him? Who was it that made him appear after all that time of just being a cold, hard shell? Sarah fucking Wilson, that’s who. She brought the old - the real - Bucky Barnes back with one look. 

Like, if you read his expressions, his mannerisms, the way his entire attitude shifts when she appears - you just know that man’s heart is doing fucking sommersaults in his chest.

If any of you think that I’m reading way too much into this, you’re wrong. Anyone who disagrees with me about any of this is wrong. I will not be taking any constructive criticism at this time, nor will I ever, because Bucky and Sarah are soulmates and you can’t change my mind. Thank you and goodnight.